Printer hums faintly down the hall. Door to the breakroom clicks shut. Locked. Coffee aroma clashes with Annette’s musky perfume. I’m Rachel, 23, ambitious intern in this corporate grind. Proper upbringing, but craving the rush of getting caught.
Open-space earlier: stolen glances. Annette, brunette firecracker, short hair, androgynous edge. Jérôme, her hubby, logistics guy fresh from training camp, camo shirt hugging muscles. They eye me like prey. ‘Join us for lunch?’ Annette purrs. I nod, heart racing.
The Building Tension
We pile sandwiches on the counter. Laughter bounces. Wine from a thermos—rosé, cold. Glasses clink. Heat builds. Annette teases Jérôme’s bulge. ‘Four weeks apart, he’s pent-up.’ Her hand grazes his thigh. I pretend not to see, but pussy tingles.
She catches me staring. ‘Like what you see, Rachel?’ Blush burns. Jérôme chuckles, strips his shirt. Torso ripples. ‘Hot in here.’ Pants drop next. Fat cock swings free, shaved smooth. Huge. I freeze, mouth dry. Annette giggles. ‘Show’s on, girl.’ He sways hips, dick flopping hypnotic.
Applause erupts. I’m clapping too, swept up. Annette yanks her dress off. Bra snaps free. Tiny tits perk. ‘Your turn, no bra?’ I hesitate. Fuck it. Dress up, tits bounce out. Full, blonde bush peeks from panties. Eyes devour me.
Wine flows. Clothes scatter. Naked now. Sun filters through blinds. Jérôme’s cock hardens under Annette’s strokes. She whispers, ‘Touch it.’ Her hand guides mine. Skin hot, veiny. Girth stretches fingers. Pump slow. He groans.
Door rattles—someone outside? We freeze. Printer whirs louder. They laugh. ‘Coast clear.’
Annette drops, sucks him sloppy. Lips smack. Saliva drips. My hand bumps her mouth. ‘Keep going,’ she mumbles, throat full.
She mounts him on the table. Guides my hand to her clit. Smooth, slick. Pinch it. She bucks, cums hard. ‘Fuck yes!’
The Explosive Release and Cool-Down
Pulls me over. Jérôme’s tongue dives in. Laps my bush, clit throbs. Ass spreads wide. Shame hits—am I clean? Piss from morning coffee? His nose rims my asshole. Tongue spears pussy. I shatter.
My turn. Annette spins me. Kneel over his cock. She spits on it. ‘Take that fat dick, slut.’ Lowers me. Stretches me wide. Balls deep, hits cervix. Pain-pleasure mix.
She grinds behind. Fingers tits, bites neck. ‘Love those big udders.’ Jérôme thrusts up, brutal. Table creaks. Pussy squelches. Her thumb probes ass. ‘Ever ass-fucked?’ No time to answer.
‘No pill!’ I gasp. He pulls out. Annette jerks him furious. Cum ropes splatter ass cheeks. Hot, sticky. She smears it in, teases hole.
We collapse. Hearts pound. Mouse clicks echo from outside. Coffee lingers, now mixed with sex musk.
Annette first up. ‘Shower in sink, pervs.’ Quick rinse. Clothes on fast. Lipstick fix. Hair smooth.
Door unlocks. Click. Back to open-space. Meeting in five. I slide into chair, thighs slick. Smile professional. ‘Ready for presentation?’ Boss asks. Legs cross, cum dries. Adrenaline peaks. No one suspects. Perfect mask.