The conference room door clicks shut. Locked. Sharp sound echoes. Outside, open space buzzes. Printer hums low. Mouse clicks rapid fire. Coffee aroma drifts from breakroom, thick and bitter, blending with my perfume. Jasmine spike. Musky undertone. I sit across from Moctar, the hot intern. Dark skin. Sharp eyes. We’ve traded glances all week. Between project files. Deadlines crush. Hierarchy hums. Boss out. Late shift. His foot nudges mine under table. Accidental? No. Heat rises. Thigh brush. Pulse quickens. Air thickens. No one knocks. Tension coils tight. Like rubber band. Snap imminent. He leans in. ‘Files done?’ Voice low. Rough. Nod. Fingers graze my knee. Skirt slits high. No panties today. Audacity thrills. Pussy dampens. Risk of surprise. Adrenaline pumps. Pure office lust. Door stays shut.
He stands. Circles table. Hands on shoulders. Massage firm. Neck tingles. Blouse strains. Nipples peak. ‘Want this?’ Whispers hot breath. Yes. Lips crash. Tongue dives deep. Aggressive. Hands yank skirt up. Expose ass. Cool air hits wet folds. Groan escapes. Chair scrapes wood. Pushed back. Papers fly. Belt unbuckles. Zipper rasps. Cock out. Massive. Veins pulse. Legend size. Grip it. Stroke slow. ‘Fuck, so big.’ He grins. Fingers probe clit. Swollen. Juice slicks thighs. ‘No condom?’ Beg. ‘Clean doc.’ Trust? Fuck it. Lust wins. Bent over desk. Legs spread wide. Tip nudges entrance. Thrusts in. Brutal. Fills full. Gasp. Desk rattles. Pounding starts. Fast. Relentless. ‘Tight pussy.’ Grunts. Squeeze walls. Milk him. Clit grinds edge. Orgasms crash. Waves. Shudder. Cum screams silent. He swells. Bursts. Hot jets flood deep. Bare. Risky creampie. Pussy clenches. Milks every drop.
The Building Tension
Pulls out. Drip down thighs. Cum leaks. Tissues quick wipe. Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons. Hair fluffs. Lipstick fix. Mirror glance. Flush cheeks. Professional mask on. He zips. Smirks. ‘Great meeting.’ Chuckle low. Unlock door. Click open. Step out calm. Legs jelly. Pussy throbs sore. Open space unchanged. Clicks continue. Printer spits pages. Coffee brews fresh. Colleagues nod. Sip mugs. I slide to desk. Cross legs. Hide slick mess. Next Zoom in two. Mic on. Voice steady. ‘Ready to present.’ Smile crisp. Secret burns. Vindictive rush. Hubby-like boss ignores me. His loss. I own this. Ambitious. Horny. Uncaught. Thrill lingers. More risks ahead.