Click-clack. My heels echo on the marble lobby floor. New job at Montagneux Corp. I’m Denise, 28, sharp-suited assistant. Ambitious. Horny for risk. Elevator dings. Open-space buzz: printers humming, mouse clicks rapid-fire. Coffee scent mixes with Lisette’s sweet perfume as she greets me.
“Denise! You’re hot. Mom—er, Madame Babouche—said you’d fit right in.” Lisette, 18, curvy intern, freckles dancing. She leads me to my desk. Drawer slides open. Rubber panties. Diapers stacked neat. My pulse races. “For you. Mom’s fetish. Rubber and baby stuff. All staff wears it. Others quit. Stay? Fun with Jacques, maintenance guy.”
The Building Tension
She hikes her skirt. Bright red rubber pants, bulging. That musky, tangy smell hits me. I nod, intrigued. Strip in the restroom. Silk panties off. Pink rubber clings tight to my shaved pussy. Smooth. Slicker than silk. Camel toe screams through my pencil skirt. Back out. Eyes linger in the open-space. Madame Babouche calls me in.
Her office. Door clicks locked. Printer whirs in corner. Coffee steam curls with her perfume. Tall, 40s, blonde. She lifts my skirt. Fingers probe rubber. “Good girl. Add cotton undies under next time. Bare rubber makes you drip too fast.” Her touch lingers on my slit. I gasp, thighs part. She fingers me through it. “Too slutty already. Help me dress.”
She’s naked but rubber-clad below. Pussy shaved smooth. I bury my face in her wet rubber crotch. Tongue presses fabric. She moans, peels it down. Lick her juicy folds. Her fingers invade my rubber. We cum hard, gasping. Coffee scent thickens with pussy musk. She spanks me lightly. “Change. Thicker diaper now.”
I waddle out, rubber edges peeking under skirt. Boardroom breakfast. Grandfather Pierre, old exec, eyes me like a filly. Pinches my ass. I swat playful. “Feisty mare.” Mr. Babouche leers, nervous type. Calls me to his office post-meal.
The Explosive Release
Door locks. Cane on desk. “Slutty with Father-in-law. Bend over.” I saunter, suck his cock deep instead. Gulp his load. “Cream in my coffee, sir.” Lips glossy, back to work.
Evening. Printers quiet. Lisette drags me to Jacques’ maintenance shack. Door creaks. Sofa. Him pounding her under rubber sheet. Her legs flail, rubber pants dangling. I finger my slick rubber. They spot me. Lisette pushes me down. Jacques’ massive cock rams my pussy doggy. Deep. Stretching. I scream into wet rubber sheet, inhaling her juices.
He flips to ass. Burns. Lisette tongues us. Cum floods me. Exhausted, we 69 on his bed. Rubber everywhere. He pisses on her tits, dripping to my face. I tit-fuck her with his dick. She catches load in rubber panty, slurps it.
Midnight. Back. Grandfather waits in my room—er, cubicle crash pad. Spanks me over knee, rubber taut. I cum from slaps. Suck his wrinkled cock to sleep.
Next day? Seamless. Skirt straight, coffee poured. Meeting starts. No one knows my rubber’s soaked. Adrenaline high. Hierarchy’s my kink.