Click. The conference room door locks with a sharp snap. Outside, the printer hums relentlessly. Coffee aroma mixes with my musky perfume, thick in the air. Martin stands there, eyes wide, young intern sent by Marie-Claude, my sly coworker. He’s clueless about pleasing Emilie, his shy blonde girlfriend. I sit on the table edge, curves straining my tight blouse, hips wide in pencil skirt. ‘Tell me exactly what went wrong,’ I demand, voice low. He stammers about her clenched thighs, natural bush, no climax despite his tongue work. Printer whirs again. I laugh softly. ‘She’s insecure. Show her she’s desired. Come here.’
His lips meet mine tentatively. I pull back. ‘No. Like this.’ I grab his neck, press my heavy tits against him. Our mouths crash—slow pecks turn hungry. Tongues dance, tease. I guide his hand to my ass, squeeze. ‘Feel her desire you.’ Door rattles faintly—someone passes. My heart races. Adrenaline surges. I moan into his mouth. His erection grinds my thigh. Clicks of keyboards echo from open space. I break away, breath hot. ‘Now neck, ears.’ His lips trail down, nipping. Goosebumps rise. Coffee scent clings to our skin.
The Building Tension
He unties my blouse knot. Heavy amber tits spill out, brown nipples hard peaks. ‘Tell her how beautiful they are,’ I gasp. His mouth worships—kisses everywhere but nipples. Teasing. Printer spits paper. I arch, thighs slick. He pinches, sucks finally. Waves hit me. ‘Fuck, yes.’ I turn, bend over table. Skirt hikes up. He peels it slow, inch by inch. Red thong bisects my plump ass. ‘Your ass is fucking perfect,’ he growls, learning. His mouth descends—kisses cheeks, then crack. Tongue rims my tight hole. I shudder, pussy gushing. Fingers find my clit, anus probed. Jet squirts down legs. ‘Eat my ass like that for her.’
The Explosive Release
Table creaks under me. He drops pants, cock rigid, veiny. I spread wide. He slams in—deep, sudden. Gasp. Walls grip him. Slow withdraw, then pound. Desk slides. Slaps echo, wet suction. ‘Harder, fuck me!’ Printer drones on. He pulls out, tongue laps clit to ass, then thrusts again. Orgasms rip me—two, shattering. Sweat drips, coffee-perfume haze. He freezes, buried. I spin, grip his throbbing dick. Eyes locked. Slow strokes, tight fist. ‘Cum for me.’ He erupts, hot spurts on my belly. I taste us both, feed him his load. ‘Know your flavor now.’
We pant. I straighten skirt, button blouse. Nipples still poke. Wipe cum with tissue. Unlock door—click. Straighten hair. ‘Use time, words, tease her body. Build trust.’ He nods, dazed. I grab files, stride to meeting. Colleagues glance. Smile cool. Printer hums. No one suspects the cum drying under my skirt. Rush lingers, power pulses. Back to boss mode.