[M4F] Office overtime. It's not harassment if you enjoy it.

Another day at the office, same as usual. You weren't quite sure when this whole mess started, as you take your semi-regular stroll to the copy room to print off some end of day records. You say your little byes to the girls as they get their coats, exchanging pretty little waves as they go. The soft pads of heels on carpet turning into clacks in the distant reception area, before fading away. Deep breaths, as your usual confident stride shortens a little, anticipation rising. Your breaths a touch more brittle, a catch in your throat that wasn't there before as you approach the copy room. Where you knew I would be working.

You didn't even "know" me, not really. Not aside from the casual passing pleasantry in the hallway, on your way to do something. Definitely not enough to stop and go through the same rigmarole of light small talk you doll yourself up with for your colleagues and subordinates. The same ones that you gossip and giggle with about me when you think I'm out of earshot.

"He's so gross... why do you even bother saying hi?"

"He can definitely seem a little creepy. But he's harmless, right?"

Not that I care much. Must keep up appearances with the rest of the girlies, after all. And if they find out what kind of demeaning behaviour you've been subjecting yourself to? With me, of all people?

You tell yourself they'd be supportive. That it's demeaning, degrading, that they can't believe you've been suffering in silence for so long. That everyone would rally around you, because of what that creep was doing to you. That it's fucked up you didn't say something at first. But a small little part of you worries about what might be said when they think *you're* out of earshot.

And really now. Are you really "suffering" at all? Can you honestly say that you're not enjoying the attention?

It's been weeks of this behaviour, after all. And it's escalated for sure, you can't delude yourself that it wouldn't get any worse... or better?

Surely you weren't looking forward to how things might develop.

Things certainly started off innocuous enough. The low din of the office dying out in the distance, tapping your foot, waiting for the copy machine to spit out your inconsequential reports from your underlings. And in those liminal moments, you sense a light brush of a finger, maybe two, against your behind. Lasting barely even a second, a passing sensation, before being withdrawn entirely.

Total coincidence, you thought. At first. This room is infamously cramped, and it's my territory / primarily where I work. That fact was the main reason you chose to do this at the end of the work day, avoiding the rush of bodies trying to get in and out during working hours, all trying to do the same thing you are. And you know that I often move to and fro conducting maintenance on the work machines, any device connected to the internet or office's network was my responsibility. Totally plausible it was an innocent brush of contact, unremarkable. Not worth saying anything, and I was already on the other side of the cramped little room, not even paying attention to you.

And then it started happening more. Multiple times in one day. Then my hand started to linger. An open palm felt against your ass, instead of just "innocent" finger brushes, and it very much felt like a line was being tested. Pushed. Seeing how much could be gotten away with.

Despite your confident, self assured, calm and composed attitude (and from your reputation, you certainly weren't shy about making your voice known in matters that make your job harder) - despite all of that. Whenever it happened.. you froze on the spot, didn't say a thing, and let it happen. Day after day you come back down here, lean over prettily as you fumble with the copy machine's settings, and don't say a single word. Like a good girl. You could've sworn you could hear the satisfied smirk unfurling across my face, as I take my fill of your plump cheeks, before moving away.

You weren't stupid, you knew what I was doing by now. Sure, there's no cameras in the copy room, but all you would have to do, unbeknownst to me, is ask one of your colleagues to accompany you one of the nights you need to come back here. You might not even need to explain, make up some excuse. Anything to get one of them to watch what happens one evening, when I think everyone else is already gone or nearly out of the front door.

Yet you never did. Not once did you call it out. Not yet, anyway. You tell yourself it wouldn't be worth it, that the resultant gossip, the pitiful looks, the office walking on eggshells around you, would be more trouble to deal with than... this. Just a minor inconvenience. It's not going to go further than that... and it's over with quickly, so it's fine.. right?

But funnily enough, I could've sworn I noticed a slight wardrobe change from you. I seem to remember your skirts being a little longer. Not enough of a change for anyone else to notice, in your prim and proper getup - white button down blouse, fashionable and comfortable, tight pencil skirt reaching your knees, conservatively opague smooth pantyhose, simple yet pretty black heels. But specifically, when you leaned over in front of the copy machine, frowning as it stalls or a page is missing from your reports - for the last few days, that same skirt seems to hike up a few inches more. Framing your plump, perfect meaty ass cheeks just that little bit tighter.

As if a line was being tested. Pushed.

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Hello hello DPP! Been a little bit since I've posted. But been having some idle office slut fantasies of late, and I've very much been enjoying that sort of "eyeroll / whatever, you can do what you want" element of free use / sexual misogyny, breaking that front that I'm the only one getting something out of this. Who doesn't love turning mixed messages into a very clear, panting, needy one?

I'm definitely flexible on the idea / premise / our positions, but I like the idea of your character having a sort of "elevated" status or perception around the office, and mine comparatively on the opposite side of that spectrum, some sort of reason you can't just outright come out and say that I'm driving your hot little cunt crazy. Enjoying the idea of a slow burn for this one, but also very happy to get straight into hot and heavy rutting / "molesting" territory if you can call it that with this premise, hehe. Or maybe you have a fun blackmail idea leading to more explicit free use / groping, but more open eyerolls / "just get it over with" energy? Happy to discuss either way!

Kinks: (as always, feel free to ask more about them!)
- Everything oral (deepthroat, facefucking, conditioning), rimming, ball sucking, cock-cleaning / cock musk, forced or otherwise, cheek swabbing, gross / unwashed cock cleaning
- Body modification: all sorts including simple tattoing, piercing, or straight up (painless) dismemberment. Not super into the gore aspect so little to no focus there, more so on the deprivation of agency / total helplessness.
- Degrading sex (both verbal and degrading physical positions) making women feel violated / humiliated, outfit play / forced clothing changes, sexual misogyny (the long and short of this: putting a girl in her place, "beneath" a man, and enlightening her on how good it feels to let go of everything else and just be a pretty little thing to fuck)
- Cumplay, heavy / thick cum, cum addiction,
- Breeding, impregnation
- Mental conditioning / Pavloving, such as anal only, hypnosis play, light bimbo play (headspace, NOT aesthetic) training, petplay,
- Watersports (specific scenarios for this, ask if interested) ~
- CNC: I like lots of different angles for this kink, from coercion up to rape-fantasies. Cracking that bratty / indignant / "disinterested" facade, lose/lose scenarios, a fun one for this for obvious reasons. If you have a totally different idea for the CNC element, I'm open to discussing it for sure.

Limits: scat, gore, excessive bruising, excessive pain, misery porn, cuckoldry / cheating, lactation.

Looking forward to hearing from your degenerate minds on this one!