Printer hums in the open space. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. I catch his eyes again—Alex, my 19-year-old intern. Shy, awkward, fresh from high school. Lives in that tiny studio next to my villa. My husband Jean’s away on business. I invite him for lunch breaks in the breakroom. Daily. His timidity melts. We talk. I learn his virgin-like past. Barely fucked twice. My curves tease him. Plump tits, tight ass in pencil skirt. He stares into my cleavage when I lean close. Brushes my arm. I let him. Complicity builds. Kisses on cheeks linger. Lips graze. Tension coils like a spring.
Today, he’s late for lunch. Door clicks shut behind us in my office. I boil inside. He leans for the kiss. I grab him. Full mouth assault. Tongues clash. No holding back. Hands everywhere. I unhook my bra under blouse. Tits spill free. Nipples hard. His palms crush them. Squeeze. Pinch. Skirt hikes up. Panties soaked. I drop them. Nude from waist down. Guide his fingers to my dripping bushy pussy. He groans. Turns me. Grinds ass on his bulge. ‘Feel how wet you make me?’ Door locked. Mouse clicks echo faintly outside.
The Mounting Tension
Pull him to the desk. Clothes fly. His cock throbs. I stroke it slow. ‘Wait… gonna cum.’ But I don’t. Push him back. Legs spread wide on desk edge. He kneels. First time eating pussy. I shove his face in. ‘Lick my hairy cunt.’ Tongue dives. Sloppy. Salty juices coat his chin. I grind clit on his lips. Moan builds. Cum shakes me. Quick. Now his turn. Chair scrapes. I kneel. Suck deep. Balls deep throat. He explodes. Hot cum floods my mouth. Swallow every drop.
Bedroom’s my desk now. He mounts. Cock slides into soaked pussy. Slow thrust. Then savage. Hips slam. Desk rattles. Printer whirs obliviously. My legs lock his waist. ‘Fuck me deep!’ Tits bounce. Pussy grips. We cum together. Violent. His bite on my shoulder. Cum leaks down thighs. 2 PM meeting looms. He dresses frantic. Kisses me sticky. ‘Sleep over tonight? Jean’s back tomorrow.’ Heart races. Yes.
The Raw Explosion
Evening. Post-courses, he knocks. Freshly showered robe barely hides my nakedness. Door bolts. Kiss eternal. Cock tents his pants. I sit chair-facing. Robe parts. Bushy pussy exposed. Legs wide. ‘Ever had head?’ No. ‘I’m first.’ Hands on tits. Knead hard. Nipples like bullets. Kiss fierce. Hand on bulge. Stroke jean-clad cock. Then teach him. Foot on chair. Spread lips. Pink wet hole gleams. He drops. Kisses cunt. Tongue fucks. I buck. Cum floods his face.
Strip him. Cock salutes. Suck voracious. Cum jets throat. To desk. Legs splay. ‘Ram your cock in my pussy!’ He pounds. Slow savor. Then brutal. ‘Fuck my hairy hole!’ Juices squirt. I orgasm wild. Claws rake. He unloads deep. Rest. Then doggy. Lube from drawer. Finger ass first. One. Two. Stretch. ‘Virgin ass for you.’ Mount. Gland pops in. Tight ring grips. Inch by inch. ‘Deeper! Wreck my shithole!’ Slam. Balls slap. See cock vanish in hairy crack. Cum erupts. I shatter. Anal orgasm rips.
Dawn. Exhausted. Jean’s car in lot. No more. But next year… studio lease renews. Office games resume.