Big Boobs Female Accountant Fucked by Boss in Late Night Audit – [OL / Zangyou / Bakunyuu / Nakadashi]

Sexy Female Accountant Fucked by Boss in Late Night Audit – [OL / Zangyou / Bakunyuu / Nakadashi]

セクシーな女性会計士、深夜の監査中に上司と。 (Sekushii na josei kaikeishi, shinya no kansa-chu ni joushi to.)

深夜監査。美人会計士をデスクで。上司の執拗な種付け。 (Shinya kansa. Bijin kaikeishi o desuku de. Joushi no shitsuyou na tanetsuke.)

1 – Junior female associate stretches, showing a flat stomach and belly.
2 – Senior male partner notices her large buttocks and thick thighs.
3 – He approaches and begins rubbing her thighs.

The office hummed with the quiet tension of numbers that refused to balance, the flicker of monitor screens casting jagged shadows across stacks of tax returns. At 11:47 PM, the junior associate’s pencil snapped between her fingers—a small casualty in the war against spreadsheets. Across the dimly lit conference table, the senior partner didn’t glance up from his ledger, but his lips twitched at the sound. “That’s the third one this month, Ms. Ellery,” he murmured, thumbing a page edge smooth with practiced precision. “The firm buys supplies in bulk, not for artistic destruction.” The air between them smelled like stale coffee and the faint, stubborn trace of her pear-scented hand cream, clinging to the space like an uncredited decimal.

Ms. Ellery exhaled through her nose, rolling the broken pencil pieces between her palms before letting them clatter onto the table. “Maybe if the numbers added up, I wouldn’t need to vent my frustrations on innocent stationery,” she muttered, dragging a hand through her hair—loose strands escaping the messy bun she’d twisted it into hours ago. The senior partner finally looked up then, his gaze lingering on the smudge of ink darkening her temple where she’d absentmindedly rubbed against her notes. “Your column G is off by seventeen cents,” he said, tapping his pen against the spreadsheet between them. “It’s always the pennies that cost the most.” She froze, then groaned, slumping forward until her forehead met the cool laminate with a dull thud. His chuckle was low, warm—an unprofessional sound in the sterile glow of the overhead lights.

1 – Junior female associate stretches, showing a flat stomach and belly.
2 – Senior male partner notices her large buttocks and thick thighs.
3 – He approaches and begins rubbing her thighs.

Ms. Ellery pushed back from the table with a soft creak of her chair, arching her spine in a slow stretch that pulled her blouse taut across her midsection. The hem rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth, flat stomach—pale under the fluorescent lights—before she settled back with a sigh. The senior partner’s pen stilled mid-tap, his gaze flickering downward for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. “You’re auditing your posture now?” he remarked, voice drier than the depreciation schedules spread between them. She smirked, deliberately rolling her shoulders again, this time with a little more emphasis on the way her shirt strained at the buttons. “Just ensuring optimal ergonomic efficiency,” she said sweetly, “Wouldn’t want to bill the client for chiropractic expenses.” The numbers on the page blurred as he exhaled through his nose. Seventeen cents suddenly felt like the least of his problems.

The senior partner’s pen hovered over the spreadsheet, ink bleeding into a tiny blue asterisk as his attention snagged on the way Ms. Ellery’s skirt strained against the curve of her hips when she leaned forward to snatch a fresh pencil from the supply box. The fabric pulled taut across the generous swell of her buttocks, the hem riding up just enough to expose the faint indents where her stockings bit into the soft flesh of her thighs. He cleared his throat, adjusting his tie with deliberate slowness. “Your… dedication to stationary warfare is admirable,” he said, voice rougher than intended, “but perhaps the firm should invest in sturdier chairs.” She paused, pencil hovering mid-air, and shot him a look over her shoulder—eyes glinting with something sharper than the fluorescent glare. “Oh?” The single syllable dripped with amusement. “Finding the furniture… inadequate, sir?” His jaw tightened. The numbers on the page swam.

1 – She turns around, revealing perky breasts through a thin blouse.
2 – Partner reveals a turgid penis from his unzipped trousers.
3 – She begins fingering herself while he watches her moaning with pleasure.

The chair legs screeched against the tile as he pushed back from the table, his shadow swallowing hers where it pooled beneath the desk lamp. Ms. Ellery didn’t turn—just let her knees fall slightly apart as his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, tracing the red welts left by her stockings with a roughness that belied the slow, deliberate drag of his thumb. “Seventeen cents,” he murmured against the shell of her ear, palm skating higher to knead the plush flesh above her garter. Her breath hitched when his teeth grazed her neck. “I’d say you owe me interest.” The pencil snapped again in her grip, this time with a crack that echoed like a starting pistol in the hollow office.

Ms. Ellery twisted in her chair, the motion slow and deliberate, her blouse straining against the sudden shift—the thin fabric clinging to the pert peaks of her breasts, the outline of her nipples stark against the overhead fluorescence. The senior partner’s breath caught, his gaze dropping to where her chest rose with each shallow inhale, the buttons at her sternum threatening to surrender to the tension. She arched a brow, lips curling into a smirk as she leaned back just enough to let the fabric stretch tighter. “Seventeen cents,” she breathed, fingers toying with the top button, “but you’re staring at the wrong column now, aren’t you?” His pen clattered to the floor, rolling beneath the table as he reached for her, the numbers forgotten—their only balance now the ragged synchronization of their breathing.

1 – She turns around, revealing perky breasts through a thin blouse.
2 – Partner reveals a turgid penis from his unzipped trousers.
3 – She begins fingering herself while he watches her moaning with pleasure.

His fingers fumbled with his belt—an uncharacteristic clumsiness—before the zipper gave way with a hushed rasp. The thick length of him sprang free, already flushed and straining against his briefs, the fabric clinging wetly to the swollen head for a brief, obscene moment before he shoved it down. Ms. Ellery’s gaze dropped instantly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in the sight—the way his cock twitched under her scrutiny, veins standing proud along the shaft, the tip glistening with a bead of precum that caught the fluorescent light. “Seventeen cents,” he growled, gripping himself roughly, thumb smearing the moisture in slow circles, “compounded hourly.” Her throat clicked audibly when she swallowed.

Ms. Ellery didn’t break eye contact as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties, sliding them down just enough to expose the slick, flushed heat between her thighs. A soft whimper escaped her when her fingertips brushed her clit—already swollen and throbbing—before dipping lower, tracing her entrance with teasing slowness. The senior partner’s breath hitched as she pushed two fingers inside herself with a gasp, her hips canting forward to meet the thrust, her other hand gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles blanched. “Fuck,” she moaned, head tipping back as her fingers curled, the wet sound of her arousal filling the space between them, “your—your audit’s missing something vital.” His grip on his cock tightened, stroking in time with the rhythmic clench of her fingers, the air thick with the scent of her—pear-scented cream and salt and something unmistakably primal.

1 – He moves behind her for doggy style against the filing cabinet.
2 – The encounter ends with white sperm spilling from her vagina

The senior partner lunged forward, knocking her chair aside with a sharp clatter as he hauled Ms. Ellery up by the hips, her blouse riding up to expose the full, jiggling curve of her ass—the dimpled flesh already reddening where his fingers dug in. She gasped as he bent her over the nearest filing cabinet, her palms splaying against the cold metal drawers for balance, her skirt shoved up around her waist in a rumpled heap. The cabinet shuddered under their combined weight, its wheels screeching against the tile as he lined himself up, the swollen head of his cock dragging through her slick folds with a groan that rattled deeper than the overloaded shelves. “This,” he gritted out, thrusting home in one brutal stroke that sent a cascade of manila folders spilling to the floor, “isn’t a write-off.” Ms. Ellery’s answering cry was muffled against her own forearm, her back arching as he pistoned into her with a rhythm as merciless as their quarterly quotas—each snap of his hips punctuated by the slap of skin and the metallic creak of overburdened hinges.

1 – He moves behind her for doggy style against the filing cabinet.
2 – The encounter ends with white sperm spilling from her vagina

Her thighs trembled as he drove into her with punishing finality, his grip bruising on her hips, the slap of flesh echoing off the cubicle walls. A ragged groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing deep inside her—hot, thick spurts of cum flooding her cunt in waves that spilled over his still-throbbing length, dripping down her inner thighs in glistening rivulets. Ms. Ellery shuddered, her walls fluttering around him as she clenched, her own release wringing every last drop from him until the white mess pooled between her legs, slick and obscene against the sterile office floor.

The senior partner exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping between her shoulder blades as they both trembled in the aftermath—his softening cock still nestled inside her, their sweat-slicked skin sticking where they touched. A fluorescent bulb flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows over the scattered files and Ms. Ellery’s blouse, now hopelessly wrinkled and half-unbuttoned. She swallowed a laugh, breathless, and tilted her head back to catch his gaze. “So,” she murmured, wincing slightly as he pulled out, “does this mean I get a raise?” He huffed, dragging a hand down his face before reaching for his discarded tie, the silk now hopelessly crumpled. “No,” he said, tossing it at her with a smirk, “but I’ll expense the dry cleaning.” The sound of her laughter—bright and unguarded—filled the hollow office, louder than the hum of the dying HVAC.

1 – He moves behind her for doggy style against the filing cabinet.
2 – The encounter ends with white sperm spilling from her vagina

セクシーな女性会計士、深夜の監査中に上司と。 (Sekushii na josei kaikeishi, shinya no kansa-chu ni joushi to.)

深夜監査。美人会計士をデスクで。上司の執拗な種付け。 (Shinya kansa. Bijin kaikeishi o desuku de. Joushi no shitsuyou na tanetsuke.)

オフィスには、どうしても合わない数字がもたらす静かな緊張感が漂っていた。深夜11時47分、女性アソシエイトの指の間で鉛筆が真っ二つに折れた。表計算ソフトとの戦いにおける小さな犠牲だ。薄暗い会議用テーブルの向こう側で、シニアパートナーは帳簿から目を上げることなく、その音に唇を端をピクリと動かした。「今月で3本目ですよ、ミス・エラリー」彼は慣れた手つきでページの端をなぞりながら呟いた。「うちは消耗品を大量に買い込んでいますが、芸術的な破壊のためではありませんよ」

二人の間の空気は、古びたコーヒーの匂いと、彼女が塗ったペアー（洋梨）のハンドクリームの微かな、しかし執拗な香りが混ざり合っていた。エラリーは鼻から息を吐き、折れた鉛筆の破片を手のひらで転がしてからテーブルに放り投げた。「数字さえ合えば、罪のない文房具に八つ当たりしなくて済むんですけど」彼女は独り言を言いながら、数時間前に無造作にまとめた髪からこぼれた毛束をかき上げた。

シニアパートナーはようやく顔を上げた。彼の視線は、彼女がメモを擦りつけたせいで黒く汚れたこめかみに留まった。「G列が17セントずれていますよ」彼は二人の間にあるスプレッドシートをペンで叩いた。「高くつくのは、いつだって数セントの端数だ」彼女は固まり、うめき声を上げると、ラミネート加工された冷たいテーブルに額を打ち付けた。彼の低い笑い声が、事務的な蛍光灯の下で不謹慎に響いた。

エラリーが椅子を軋ませてのけぞると、ブラウスがはち切れんばかりに張り、滑らかな腹部がチラリと覗いた。シニアパートナーのペンが止まり、その視線は必要以上に長くそこへ注がれた。彼女はわざと肩を回し、ボタンが弾けそうなほど胸を強調して見せた。「人間工学に基づいた効率化ですよ。カイロプラクティックの費用をクライアントに請求したくないでしょう？」彼は鼻を鳴らした。17セントのミスなど、今や最大の問題ではなくなっていた。

彼女が新しい鉛筆を取ろうと身を乗り出した瞬間、スカートがヒップの曲線に食い込み、ストッキングが太ももの柔らかな肉に食い込む境界線が露わになった。彼の喉は鳴り、ネクタイを緩めた。「うちの椅子はもっと頑丈なものに変えるべきだな」彼の声は掠れていた。「あら、家具が不十分だとおっしゃるのですか？」彼女が振り返り、挑戦的な視線を送る。彼の顎が引き締まり、ページ上の数字が泳ぎ始めた。

椅子が床を鳴らし、彼の影が彼女を飲み込んだ。彼の手が彼女の太ももの内側を這い上がり、ガーターベルトの上の柔らかな肉を強引に揉みしだくと、エラリーは膝を割り、短い吐息を漏らした。「17セント分……利息を払ってもらおうか」彼の歯が彼女の首筋をかすめ、再び鉛筆が折れる音が沈黙のオフィスに響いた。

彼女はわざとゆっくりと体を捻り、ブラウスから浮き出た乳首の突起を彼に見せつけた。「17セントなんて、もう見ていないんでしょう？」彼のペンが床に転がり、二人の荒い呼吸だけが同期し始める。

彼は不器用な手つきでベルトを外し、ジッパーを下ろした。下着を押し下げると、脈打つほどに猛り狂った熱い怒張が弾け出した。エラリーの視線は釘付けになり、先走りの汁で濡れ光るその先端を凝視した。「17セントだ……1時間ごとに複利でつくぞ」彼は自身の剛直を荒々しくしごきながら唸った。

エラリーは視線を逸らさず、パンティの中に指を滑り込ませた。熱く充血した秘裂をなぞり、指を二本、自身の奥へと突き入れる。「あぁっ……あなたの監査には、もっと大事なものが欠けているわ」愛液が指に絡みつく濡れた音が、静かな空間を支配する。

シニアパートナーは彼女を抱き上げ、ファイリングキャビネットへと押し付けた。スカートは腰まで捲り上げられ、丸みを帯びた尻が露わになる。彼は自身の熱り（いきり）を彼女の蜜裂に押し当て、一気に最奥まで突き刺した。バインダーが床に散らばり、キャビネットが激しく揺れる。「これは経費では落ちないぞ」彼は情け容赦ないリズムで腰を打ち付け、肉と肉がぶつかる卑猥な音がオフィスに響き渡った。

絶頂が訪れ、彼は彼女の奥深くに熱い種を何度も叩きつけた。彼女の膣壁が痙攣し、白濁した液が太ももを伝って床へと滴り落ちる。二人は汗ばんだ肌を重ねたまま、激しい余韻に浸っていた。

「……それで、昇給はさせてくれるの？」彼女が茶目っ気たっぷりに囁くと、彼は苦笑してネクタイを彼女に投げた。「いや、クリーニング代だけは経費で認めてやろう」彼女の明るい笑い声が、深夜のオフィスに響き渡った。

• オフィスラブ (Ofisu Rabu): Literally “Office Love.” This is a very common, slightly softer term used for workplace romances or encounters.

• 職場での情事 (Shokuba de no jouji): A more literal or descriptive way to say “an affair/sexual encounter at the workplace.”

• 社内セックス (Shanai Sekkusu): A direct, blunt translation meaning “in-company sex.”