Printer hums relentlessly in the corner. Click-click of my mouse echoes. Coffee stench mixes with my sharp perfume. Morning rush hits hard. Still taste hubby’s cum from that quick wake-up blowjob. Swallowed every drop, left him gasping. Devoted wife, but desires clash. Kids off to school, me late for work.
Emails flood in. Phones ring non-stop. No ping from Andy, my chat confidant. That black guy from down under who knows my dirtiest secrets. Crave telling him how I milked hubby’s cock, watched his face twist in ecstasy. Tension simmers between dossiers. Open-space glances dart. Colleagues buzz. Stress builds.
The Mounting Tension
Phone buzzes. His voice: smooth, deep. “I’m in your city, Claire. Surprise.” Heart slams. He mentioned visiting, but now? Here? “Abasourdie,” I stammer. No lunch—kids. But he insists. “Coming to your office now.” Panic spikes. Excitement surges. Improvise: show him around, client pretext.
Door swings open. He strides in. Tall, dark, only black guy here. Heads turn. Eyes lock across open space. Smiles flicker. We chat by my desk. His gaze pierces. Deep, intense. Body heats. Perfume clashes with his cologne. Printer whirs louder. Mouse clicks falter. “Conference room,” I whisper. “Show you my work.” He nods. Follows.
Door shuts. Click—locked. Tension explodes silently. Hearts pound. His hand grazes my arm. Electric. Eyes devour. “You’re hotter in person,” he growls. Lean in. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Saliva shines. Hands roam. Skirt hikes. My fingers claw his shirt.
Printer drones outside. Distant phones ring. We ignore. He pins me to desk. Blouse rips open. Bra shoved up. Mouth latches on nipple. Sucks hard. I moan low. “Andy, fuck… risk it.” His hand dives under skirt. Panties yanked aside. Fingers plunge into wet pussy. “Soaked for me, slut.” Gasps escape. Coffee-perfume haze thickens.
The Explosive Release and Cool Mask
Kneel fast. Unzip. Huge black cock springs out. Thicker than pics. Veins pulse. Grip tight. Tongue swirls pre-cum. Suck deep. Cheeks hollow. Gag slightly. He groans. “Good girl, Claire.” Bob fierce. Balls massage. He swells. Pull off. Tongue probes slit. He yanks me up.
Bend over desk. Ass up. Cock slams in. Fills me raw. “Oooh, fuck! You’re huge!” Stretch burns sweet. Desk rattles. Papers fly. Thrusts pound. Skin slaps. “Take this dick, married whore.” Clit rubs edge. Orgasms build fast. Legs quake. He grips hips. Hammers.
Change: leg up on chair. Deeper. Hand on tit, pinches. Other rubs clit. Kiss sloppy. “Cum in me.” He roars. Hot jets flood. I shatter. Screams muffled. Waves crash. Body shakes.
Pull out. Cum drips down thigh. Quick wipe with tissue. Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons. Hair pats. Lipstick fix. Unlock door. Click. Smile innocent. “Thanks for visit, Andy.” He grins. Leaves.
Back to open space. Meeting next. Sit calm. Legs clench sticky mess. Colleagues nod. Printer hums. Coffee sips. Mask on. Pro Claire returns. Lust hides deep. Adrenaline buzzes. Hubby none wiser. Perfect forbidden high.