Paris heatwave. Sun blasts through half-closed blinds in my private office. I’m sprawled naked on the couch, cooling off. Fans hum low. Printer drones downstairs. Thinking of Elodie, my slutty assistant. Our scissoring sessions, spying on boss lady Marans. Door knock echoes. Click of lock. Intern Jake peeks in, eyes on my robe slip. CEO Royans here for courtesy call. Mom-boss out. Heart races. Slip into sheer green blouse, deep cleavage. No bra. Skirt hugs ass. Mirror check: wild hair, innocent tease. Perfume lingers.
Conference room. Door clicks shut, locked. Coffee aroma mixes with my scent. CEO on leather couch, tablet glowing. My dirty ebookâraw fucks, explicit pics. He’s hooked. Hand rubs bulge through slacks. Cock strains huge. I freeze, pussy twitches. No Versailles shock; priests are pervs. Hand dives in. Slow strokes. Pre-cum stains. Three days no dick. Craving stretch.
The Mounting Tension
Voice behind. Amelie, pious colleague from HQ orgy. Smirks. Joins. CEO spots me. No shame. Stands, tented pants. Handshake lingers. ‘Alone? Shame, wanted your mom. But daughter’s hotter.’ Eyes devour tits. Returns book. ‘Your perfume, slut.’ Amelie nods: full lips, perky rack like mom’s. Sits close. I ring for coffee. Jake bows, knows them. Iced lattes served fast. Chat Paris job start. Sips buzz me. Flush rises. Recall his cock reaming Marans. Pussy drips.
Amelie’s hand on thigh. Ignore. CEO stares: ‘Like the book?’ Lie. He pushes. Admit loving stable boy tale. Her fingers climb. Skin caresses. Legs part. ‘Bet she’s soaked.’ Finger probes slit. Dips in easy. I lean back. Eyes open: CEO’s fat cock out, veiny, glistening head. Stroke mesmerizes. Lift skirt. Amelie fingers deep.
CEO stands. Amelie sucks him greedy. Tongue swirls knob, balls. Gags on girth. I finger myself watching. ‘Vicious girl.’ Undress me. Naked glory: firm tits, hard nips, muscled ass. ‘Bend, spread.’ Show dripping cunt, tight hole. Tongue dives in. Laps folds, clit, rim. Shake. Amelie kneels, mauls tits. Her huge jugs sway, pearl necklace between. Rosary beads at waist. Smells musky.
The Raw Explosion
‘Taste her.’ On couch, Amelie spreads. Fat lips, erect clit. Kneel. Fingers plunge. Thumb grinds pearl. Lick salty sea. She moans, pinches nips. No touching self. Thighs clench. Beg. Switch: straddle face. Tongue teases everywhere but clit. Ass rimmed. CEO: ‘Maul her udders.’ Dirty talk flows. ‘Suck her fat tits, pinch those whores.’
He mounts Amelie. Inch in slow. Stretches. I knead jugs violent. She tongues clit finally. Waves build. ‘Doggy, tight slut.’ Four paws on table. Ass high. Fingers prep: four slide. ‘Pound her.’ Eat Amelie frantic. His head breaches. Thrust deep. Gasp. Ram hard. Tits swing. She grips hair. Clit sucks. Slaps sting. Edge. Pull out. Void aches. Finger her ass with beads. Re-enters. Pounds. She cums crushing. I rub, explode screaming.
Pulls. Strokes. Cum jets: face, tongue, tits. Share sloppy kiss. Dress frantic. Door unlocks. Click. Mom-boss enters. Chat banal. Cum stain gleams on couch. Giggle inside. Back to emails.