Erotic Stories: Jane Said Harder for my Performance Review
- Nov 26
- 10 min read
This Erotic story is written with XXX Story AI Writer
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in Jane’s office with the scent of her perfume—something dark and floral, like crushed violets mixed with the faint metallic tang of power.
The city skyline glows beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but your attention is locked on the way her fingers tap impatiently against her mahogany desk, her manicured nails clicking like a metronome counting down to something inevitable.
You came here for the promotion. The one you’ve busted your ass for, the one she’s dangled in front of you like a carrot for months. But the way her gaze rakes over you—lingering on the bulge straining against your slacks, the pulse throbbing in your throat—tells you this isn’t about spreadsheets or quarterly reports.
“Close the blinds,” she murmurs, voice husky, already unbuttoning the top two buttons of her silk blouse. The fabric parts just enough to tease the swell of her cleavage, the lace of her bra peeking out like a dare. “Unless you want the entire floor to watch you earn that title.”
Your cock twitches, thickening further as you stride toward the windows. The blinds descend with a quiet snap, plunging the office into dim, golden light. When you turn back, Jane’s standing, her hips pressed against the edge of the desk, legs parted just enough to let you see the damp spot darkening her pencil skirt. Fuck. She’s been thinking about this all day.
“You want the promotion, darling?” she purrs, biting her lower lip. “Or do you just want to fuck me?”
The honesty of it sends a jolt through you. You’ve jerked off to the fantasy of bending her over this desk a hundred times, but hearing her say it—admit it—makes your balls ache. “Both,” you growl, stepping closer. The heat radiating off her is intoxicating. “But I’ve wanted to ruin that pretty mouth of yours since the day I started.”
Jane’s laugh is low, throaty, her fingers trailing down her sternum before dipping beneath her bra to pinch her nipple. “Such ambition,” she muses, eyes darkening. “But this isn’t charity, sweetheart. You’ll have to take it.” She sinks to her knees in front of you, the carpet soft beneath her stockings. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Your breath hitches as her hands go to your belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. The zipper descends, teeth parting like a promise, and your cock springs free—thick, veiny, already leaking at the tip. Jane’s tongue flicks out, catching the bead of pre-cum before you can blink. “Mmm. Eager,” she murmurs, wrapping her fingers around your shaft. “Let’s see if you can back it up.”
Then her lips part, and she takes you in one smooth, greedy motion—no teasing, no buildup, just heat and wet and the obscene sound of her throat opening for you. Your fingers tangle in her dark hair, gripping tight as she hollows her cheeks, taking you deeper, deeper—until your tip nudges the back of her throat and she swallows, her muscles clenching around you. Fucking hell.
“That’s it,” you grind out, hips rolling forward, forcing another inch past her lips. “Take it like a good little boss. Show me how much you need this cock.”
Jane gags—just slightly—but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, her hands grip your ass, nails digging in as she pushes herself further onto you, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Saliva drips down your shaft, soaking her chin, her collar, the neckline of her blouse. The sight of her, this powerful, untouchable woman, reduced to a sloppy, drooling mess for your dick, nearly makes you blow your load right then.
But you’re not done with her yet.
You tighten your grip, pulling her off with a wet pop, then shove her back down, this time angling your hips so you hit the back of her throat with every thrust. “You’re gonna take it all,” you snarl, watching her mascara smudge as she chokes around you. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” Her nose presses against your skin, her breath hot and ragged, and when you bottom out, her throat convulses, milking your cock in fluttering pulses.
Jane’s moans vibrate against your shaft, her free hand disappearing between her thighs, fingers working furiously under her skirt. “Fuck, yes—” she gasps around your length, voice muffled. “Make me earn it.”
Your control snaps.
With a growl, you yank Jane up by her hair, her lips still wrapped obscenely around your cock, saliva dripping down her chin. She whimpers as you spin her around and shove her forward, her palms slapping against the polished surface of her desk. Papers scatter, a coffee mug topples and shatters on the floor—neither of you give a fuck. The only sound that matters is the wet, sloppy gag as you ram your cock back into her throat, pinning her in place.
“Hands behind your back,” you command, voice rough with lust. She obeys instantly, arching her spine, pushing her ass out in offering as her fingers lace together at the small of her back. The position forces her tits to press against the desk, her nipples hard little points visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. You lean over her, one hand fisting her hair, the other braced beside her hip, and fuck her face like you own it.
Every thrust is brutal, your hips snapping forward, your balls slapping against her chin. Jane’s gagging, drooling, her throat convulsing around your cock as you use her like a living, breathing fucktoy. The desk creaks under her weight, the sound mixing with the obscene slurp of her lips, the wet smack of skin on skin.
“Look at you,” you grunt, pulling back just enough to let her gasp for air before slamming home again. “Choking on my cock like the greedy little slut you are. This what you wanted, Jane? To be my boss’s fucking cumdumpster?”
She tries to nod, but your grip is too tight. Instead, she moans, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your balls. Her free hand sneaks between her thighs again, fingers frantically rubbing her clit through her skirt. You can smell how wet she is, the musky scent of her arousal thick in the air.
“No,” you snarl, grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the small of her back. “You don’t get to come until I say so. This is about my pleasure, remember?” You punctuate the words with a particularly deep thrust, feeling her throat flutter around the head of your cock. “You’re just here to serve.”
Jane’s body trembles, her breath coming in ragged little pants every time you pull back. Her mascara is a ruined mess, black streaks running down her cheeks, her lips swollen and red. She’s never looked more beautiful.
You fuck her throat harder, faster, the desk inching across the floor with every brutal thrust. Jane’s whimpers turn desperate, her body tensing as she struggles to keep up. Just as her fingers twitch against your grip, tapping weakly against your thigh, you pull out completely, leaving her gasping, coughing, a long string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of your cock.
“Tapping out already?” you taunt, stroking yourself slowly, watching her struggle to catch her breath. “Pathetic.” You grab her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. “Beg for it. Beg for me to let you suck my cock again.”
Jane’s eyes flash with defiance for a split second—then she melts. “Please,” she breathes, her voice raw. “Let me take it again. I—I need it. Please, fuck my throat, I’ll be good, I promise—”
You cut her off by shoving your cock back between her lips, silencing her with a brutal thrust. “That’s better,” you growl, resuming your punishing rhythm. “Now shut up and swallow like the good little whore you are.”
You yank Jane off your cock with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She sways slightly, her legs unsteady, but you don’t give her a second to recover. Your fingers dig into her hips, spinning her around before shoving her back against the desk. The edge bites into the backs of her thighs, but she doesn’t complain—her eyes are dark with hunger, her chest heaving as she watches you with a mix of defiance and desperation.
“Strip,” you command, your voice a low growl. “Now. I want that tight little cunt bare and ready for me.”
Jane doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers fly to the buttons of her blouse, tearing it open with enough force that one pops off and skitters across the floor. The lace bra follows, tossed aside as she reveals her perfect tits—full, heavy, her nipples hard as diamonds. She kicks off her heels, then shimmies out of her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping free. The only thing left is the scrap of lace between her thighs, already soaked through.
“All of it,” you snarl, your cock throbbing as you watch her.
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drags them down her legs, bending at the waist to give you a perfect view of her glistening pussy, her ass cheeks clenching as she steps out of them. Straightening, she turns slowly, letting you take in every inch of her—her flushed skin, the way her tits rise and fall with each breath, the dampness between her thighs.
“Good girl,” you murmur, stepping closer. “Now bend over. Hands flat on the desk, ass in the air. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”
Jane obeys instantly, bending at the waist, her palms pressing against the polished wood as she arches her back, offering herself to you. The position spreads her open, her pussy lips parting slightly, the pink flesh inside glistening with arousal. You step up behind her, your cock twitching as you run your hands over the curve of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
“You’ve been a tease for months,” you growl, lining yourself up with her entrance. “Making me wait, making me work for this. But now? Now you’re mine.”
You don’t give her time to respond. With one brutal thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt, her tight heat clamping around you like a vice. Jane cries out, her fingers curling against the desk as her body struggles to adjust to your size. You don’t care. You pull back and slam into her again, harder this time, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the office.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” you groan, your hips snapping forward, each thrust deeper than the last. “You feel that? That’s your promotion, Jane. My cock stretching you out, owning this pretty little cunt.”
Jane moans, her body trembling as you pound into her, her ass jiggling with every thrust. You can feel her walls fluttering around you, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Reaching around, you find her clit, rubbing it in rough, insistent circles as you fuck her.
“You like that, don’t you?” you snarl, feeling her tighten around you. “You love being my boss’s fucking slut. Admit it.”
“Yes!” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Yes, I love it—fuck, harder—”
You don’t need to be told twice.
The moment her words leave her lips, something dark and primal snaps inside you. You slow your thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in—just to feel her whimper, to hear the wet slap of skin against skin. But then you stop. Completely.
Jane whines, pushing back against you, trying to chase the friction. “Don’t—don’t stop—”
“Shhh,” you murmur, pressing a finger to her spine, tracing the line of her vertebrae down to the tight, puckered hole between her ass cheeks. She freezes. “You said harder…”
Her breath hitches as realization dawns. “You—you wouldn’t—”
“Oh, I would,” you growl, spitting into your palm before rubbing the saliva over your cock, slicking yourself up. “And you’re going to take it if you want that promotion.”
Jane’s body tenses, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she presses her forehead against the desk, her fingers curling into fists. “Fuck,” she breathes. “Do it.”
You don’t waste time. Gripping her hips, you line yourself up, the head of your cock pressing against her tight ring. She’s resisting—her muscles clenching instinctively—but you’re not asking for permission. With one sharp, relentless thrust, you breach her, forcing your way past the resistance until your hips meet her ass, your balls pressing against her dripping pussy.
“FUCK—!” Jane screams, her body locking up as she struggles to take you. You don’t move, letting her adjust, your cock throbbing inside her ass, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. “It’s—it’s too big—”
“No, it’s not,” you grind out, pulling back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time. “You’re gonna take every inch, Jane. And when I’m done, you’re gonna walk out of this office with my cum leaking out of your ass, knowing exactly who owns you.”
She whimpers, her body trembling, but she doesn’t safeword. Instead, she pushes back against you, just slightly—giving in. That’s all the encouragement you need.
You start moving, slow at first, letting her adjust to the stretch, the burn. But soon, your hips are snapping forward, your cock pistoning in and out of her ass with wet, obscene sounds. The desk creaks beneath her, her tits swinging with each thrust, her moans muffled against the wood.
“That’s it,” you groan, gripping her hair, yanking her head back so she’s arching, her spine a perfect curve. “Take it like the filthy little slut you are. You love this, don’t you? Love being my boss’s ass whore.”
“Yes—!Fuck—!” Jane cries, her voice breaking. One of her hands snakes between her legs, fingers frantically rubbing her clit. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come—”
“Do it,” you snarl, slamming into her harder, your balls drawing up. “Come on my cock, Jane. Milk me with that tight little asshole.”
Her body convulses, her ass clamping down around you like a vice as her orgasm rips through her. The sensation sends you over the edge. With a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt and unload, your cum pumping deep into her ass in thick, hot spurts. Jane whimpers, her body trembling as she takes every last drop, her own release still shuddering through her.
You stay like that for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily, the only sound in the office the damp squelch of your cock slipping free. Cum drips down the back of her thighs, a filthy reminder of what just happened.
Jane collapses forward, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat. You lean over her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before whispering in her ear, “Now, where is my promotion, Boss?”
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