Candy Alexa clicked furiously at her laptop screen, frustration etching lines across her pretty blonde face. The office hummed around her—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, the occasional laugh from the break room—but her focus zeroed in on the frozen document that refused to save. Dressed for success in a tight green mini dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, she crossed her legs, the beige nylons whispering against each other. Her high heels dangled from her feet as she kicked them off under the desk, but the outfit’s real star was the deep V-neckline plunging toward her massive big tits, barely contained by the fabric. As a busty blonde in this high-powered firm, Candy knew her assets turned heads, and today, with the deadline looming, she needed more than looks to fix this tech glitch.
Across the open-plan office, Alexander spotted her distress from his cubicle. Tall and lean, with a casual button-down shirt and slacks, he had a reputation for being the go-to guy for IT mishaps. But truth be told, he hovered near Candy’s desk more often than necessary, stealing glances down her blouse at those legendary big tits. Today was no different. He grabbed his toolkit and sauntered over, flashing a grin. “Trouble with the machine again, Candy? Let me take a look.”
Candy looked up, her blue eyes sparkling with relief—and a hint of mischief. She leaned back, arching her spine just enough to push her big tits forward, the green dress straining. “Alexander, you’re a lifesaver. It’s frozen solid. I swear, this thing hates me.” Her voice carried that sultry lilt, the kind that made office banter feel charged.
He pulled up a chair beside her, close enough to catch the faint floral scent of her perfume mixed with the warmth radiating from her body. As he typed away, rebooting the system and running diagnostics, his eyes flicked downward. The blouse—wait, no, the mini dress’s neckline—offered a tantalizing view of creamy cleavage, her big tits rising and falling with each breath. Candy noticed, of course. She was horny as hell, the stress of the day building into a restless ache between her thighs. In this office, rules were lax; management turned a blind eye to ‘team-building’ activities. No need for supply closets or bathroom quickies—people fucked right at their desks if the mood struck. Taking dictation? It meant something filthy here.
“Almost got it,” Alexander murmured, his fingers flying over the keys. But Candy shifted, her knee brushing his thigh, the beige nylons smooth against his pants. She placed a hand on his arm, squeezing lightly. “You’re so good with your hands. Makes a girl wonder what else you can fix.”
He chuckled, but his pulse quickened. The laptop pinged—problem solved. “There. Saved and backed up. Should be smooth now.”
Candy stood, towering in her high heels as she slipped them back on, the click echoing. She rounded the desk, pressing close to him, her big tits nearly grazing his shoulder. “My hero. How can I ever thank you?” Her fingers trailed down his chest, bold and unapologetic. Alexander’s breath hitched; he could feel the heat from her body, see the way her nipples hardened against the green fabric.
Before he could respond, Candy dropped to her knees beside his chair, her mini dress riding up to expose the tops of her beige nylons. The office chatter continued around them—colleagues typing, no one batting an eye. She unzipped his slacks with practiced ease, fishing out his thickening cock. It sprang free, hard and ready, veins pulsing under her gaze. “Looks like you need some relief too,” she purred, wrapping her hand around the base.
Alexander groaned, leaning back as Candy leaned in for a blowjob. Her full lips parted, sliding over the head, tongue swirling to taste the salty pre-cum. She sucked deeply, cheeks hollowing, her blonde hair bobbing as she took more of him in. Saliva coated his shaft, dripping down to her knuckles as she pumped with a handjob twist. The wet sounds filled the air, mingling with his low moans. Candy’s big tits pressed against his thighs, the green dress taut, begging to be freed.
She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his cock. “These big tits of mine? They’re dying for some attention.” Rising slightly, she tugged down the neckline of her mini dress, her massive big tits spilling out—no bra to hinder them. Pale and perfect, they jiggled free, pink nipples erect. Alexander’s hands were on them instantly, boob play commencing as he squeezed the soft flesh, thumbs circling the peaks.
“Suck them,” Candy commanded, thrusting her chest forward. He obliged, latching onto one nipple for tit-sucking, his mouth hot and insistent. Teeth grazed the sensitive bud, tongue lashing as he switched sides, devouring her big tits like a man starved. Candy moaned, her hand still stroking his cock, the handjob slick and rhythmic. The office windowsill caught her eye—a perfect spot, just a few feet away, overlooking the city but private enough in the midday light.
She stood, kicking off her high heels for a moment before sliding them back on, the extra height making her legs look endless in the beige nylons. “Over here,” she said, backing toward the windowsill, her mini dress hiked up around her waist now, revealing lace panties soaked through. Alexander followed, cock bobbing, as she perched on the wide ledge, spreading her legs wide.
“Eat my pussy,” Candy demanded, hooking her fingers in her panties and yanking them aside. Her shaved folds glistened, pink and swollen. Alexander knelt, the carpet rough on his knees, and dove in for pussy-eating. His tongue flattened against her clit, lapping upward in broad strokes before delving into her entrance. Candy’s hands tangled in his hair, guiding him deeper, her big tits heaving with each gasp. She ground against his face, the nylons rasping against his ears, juices smearing his chin.
“Yes, lick it good,” she hissed, her body arching. His lips sucked her clit, fingers parting her lips for better access, tongue fucking in and out. The office noise faded; a coworker walked by, nodding approvingly before continuing on. Candy came hard, thighs clamping his head, a cry escaping her lips as waves crashed through her.
Not wasting a beat, she slid off the sill, turning to brace her hands on it, ass out in doggy style. The green mini dress bunched at her hips, beige nylons framing her curves. “Fuck me now, Alexander. Give me that cock.” He stood behind her, gripping her hips, and thrust in with one smooth motion. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and wet from her orgasm. Intercourse began in earnest, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound echoing off the glass.
Candy pushed back, meeting every plunge, her big tits swinging freely. “Harder—pound this office pussy.” Alexander reached around for more boob play, hands cupping her swaying big tits, pinching nipples as he drove deeper. The position let him hit her G-spot, her moans growing louder, uninhibited. Colleagues glanced over, some smiling, others focused on their screens—this was the culture here, free and feral.
He pulled out briefly, spinning her around. “On the chair,” he growled, pointing to her desk chair. Candy straddled it backward, facing him, her high heels digging into the floor for leverage. She guided his cock back inside for more intercourse, riding him reverse as the chair creaked. Her blonde hair whipped, big tits bouncing in his face. He captured one for tit-sucking, mouth working the nipple while his hands gripped her ass through the nylons.
The flexibility Candy possessed shone through; she twisted effortlessly, lifting one leg over the chair arm for a deeper angle. Alexander thrust up, the friction intense, her pussy milking him. “Switch,” she panted, dismounting to lie back on the desk—no, back to the chair, reclining it fully for missionary. Legs hooked over his shoulders, high heels pointing skyward, she pulled him down.
In missionary, he slammed home, the chair rolling slightly with each pump. Candy’s nails raked his back, her big tits flattening against his chest. “Suck them while you fuck me,” she urged. He bent, tit-sucking greedily, the dual sensations pushing her toward another peak. Intercourse blurred into frenzy, sweat beading on their skin, the office air thick with musk.
But Candy craved more variety. She stood, pushing him against the desk for tit-fucking. Pressing her big tits together, she enveloped his slick cock, sliding up and down. The head poked through her cleavage, and she leaned to lick it each time, combining boob play with teasing blowjob flicks. Alexander’s hands guided her, thrusting into the soft tunnel. “Your big tits feel amazing,” he grunted, the sight of her blonde beauty on her knees again intoxicating.
Rising, Candy led him back to the windowsill. “One more time here.” She hopped up, lying back with legs spread, pulling him into missionary once more. The cool glass pressed against her ass, a thrilling contrast to his hot body. He entered her slowly at first, building to pounding thrusts, her nylons laddering slightly from the friction. Pussy-eating earlier had her sensitive; now, intercourse sent sparks flying.
They flipped to doggy style against the window, her big tits squished against the pane, the city below oblivious. Alexander fucked her standing, one hand in her hair, the other spanking her ass. Candy’s flexibility allowed her to arch impossibly, taking him balls-deep. Moans filled the room—no hushed whispers; they made noise, reveling in the freedom.
“I’m gonna cum,” Alexander warned, pulling out. Candy spun, dropping to her knees for the finale. She jerked him with both hands, aiming at her chest. “Cover my big tits—give it all.” Her sexy talk tipped him over; ropes of cum shot out, splattering her big tits in a sticky cum on tits glaze. Thick and warm, it dripped down her cleavage, pooling on her stomach.
Candy scooped some up, licking her fingers clean with a wink. “Best fix ever. This office is great to work for—and fuck in.” Alexander panted, zipping up as she readjusted her green mini dress, cum still glistening on her skin. No one complained; a passing manager even high-fived him. Candy settled back at her desk, laptop humming perfectly, her body buzzing with satisfaction.
But the day wasn’t over. As Alexander returned to his cubicle, Candy texted him: “Round two after lunch?” He grinned, already hard again. In this company, productivity meant pleasure, and stealing office supplies was the only taboo.
The afternoon dragged with meetings, but Candy’s mind wandered to the morning’s heat. Her big tits still bore faint marks from his mouth, a secret badge under the mini dress. When lunch ended, she sauntered to his desk, high heels clicking. “Need help with something?” she teased, leaning over so her cleavage loomed.
Alexander stood, locking eyes. “Always.” They moved to the conference room—empty, but with a glass wall for that exhibitionist thrill. Candy locked the door anyway, though it was unnecessary. She backed against the table, hiking her dress. “Start with these,” she said, freeing her big tits again.
He dove in for boob play, kneading the cum-dried flesh, then tit-sucking until she whimpered. Her hand found his cock, stroking through his pants before unleashing it for a quick handjob. But Candy wanted oral. “Eat me out,” she ordered, hopping onto the table, legs in nylons splayed.
Alexander buried his face, tongue probing her still-sensitive pussy. He lapped greedily, sucking her clit as fingers curled inside. Candy’s high heels dug into his shoulders, her flexibility letting her fold nearly in half. She came fast, flooding his mouth.
“Fuck me doggy,” she gasped, sliding off to bend over the table. Intercourse resumed, his cock plunging deep, the table rattling. Office sounds filtered in—phones, chatter—but they drowned it out with slaps and cries.
Switching to missionary on the floor—carpet burn be damned—he hooked her legs high, pounding relentlessly. Tit-fucking followed, her big tits wrapped around him as she lay back. Then, a blowjob to edge him, her mouth working overtime.
Back on the table for final missionary, Candy wrapped her nylons-clad legs around him. “Cum on my tits again.” He did, erupting in heavy spurts, painting her chest anew.
They dressed, laughing breathlessly. “Best co-workers ever,” Candy said, sauntering out, big tits bouncing. The office thrived on such energy—no HR complaints, just satisfied smiles.
By quitting time, Candy’s laptop issue was ancient history, replaced by a glow of multiple orgasms. Alexander walked her to the elevator, hand on her ass. “Tomorrow?” he asked.
“Count on it,” she replied, pressing close. In this office, problems got fixed, and so did urges.
