Open-space buzzes. Printer whirs endlessly. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee aroma mixes with my perfume, thick and heady. Marc’s desk across the floor. His eyes lock on mine. Ambitious suits shuffle dossiers. Boss drones on metrics. Stress coils tight. My thighs clench under the table. That list he slipped me earlier burns in my pocket. October 20th vibes. His fantasies: sexy photos anywhere, oral in a changing room, blindfold me on the bed, watch me with another woman, striptease, oil massage, swingers club, couple profile online. Mine milder, cute even. But his gaze screams play.
Between meetings, glances sharpen. He nods toward the conference room. Heart hammers. I grab my tablet, fake notes. Colleagues oblivious. Door swings shut. Click. Locked. Breath catches. His hand on my waist. ‘Read it with me,’ he whispers. Unfold papers side by side. Laughter bubbles, nervous. His cock tents his slacks. ‘Photos first?’ Fingers trace my blouse. Tension snaps like a rubber band.
The Building Tension
Skirt hikes up. Panties yanked aside. Rough. His mouth crashes mine. Tongue invades. Coffee breath, his cologne sharp. Desk edge bites my ass. He drops low. Fingers spread me. Tongue dives in. Sloppy licks. Clit throbs. Moan escapes. ‘Quiet,’ he growls. Printer hums outside. Someone passes. Door rattles? No. Adrenaline surges. Pussy floods.
Zipper rasps. Cock springs free. Thick, veined. ‘Like the list?’ ‘Fuck yes, perv.’ Slams home. Raw. No condom, risky. Desk shakes. Papers scatter. Staples clatter. His hips piston. Short, brutal thrusts. ‘Gonna photo this pussy.’ Phone flashes. Click. My tits bounce free. Nipples hard. Pinch them. ‘Strip for me later?’ Grunt. ‘Webcam exhibit?’ Harder. Slaps echo. Sweat slicks skin. Coffee scent turns musky.
The Explosive Release and Perfect Mask
Talk turns filthy. ‘Our libertine account. Post these.’ Imagine it. Couples messaging. Swingers eyeing my curves. His list alive. Dec 15 echoes in mind, that hotel foursome tease. But here, now. Bureau thrill. ‘Watch you with her.’ Fingers dig nails in. Build. Fast. Tense. ‘Cum in me.’ He does. Hot jets flood deep. Pulse. Milk him. Legs quake.
Pulls out. Cum drips thigh. Quick wipe with tissue. Perfume spritz covers musk. Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons. Hair tucked. Lipstick reapplied. Mirror check. Flawless. His tie straightens. Desk tidied. Papers stacked. Unlock. Click.
Back to open-space. Smiles professional. Next meeting starts. I sit. Thighs sticky. His eyes wink across. Mask perfect. Luxure hidden. Ambitious pro returns. But inside, fire simmers. List waits. More to come. Swingers site pings on phone. Heart races anew. Printer whirs on.