The conference room door clicked shut, locked tight. Outside, open space hummed. Printer whirred endlessly. Mouse clicks staccato. Colleagues murmured. Coffee stench mixed with my perfume, thick, heady. François eyed me, my brother-in-law, visiting for ‘business.’ Antoine, my conservative hubby, my manager, had left for class—winked, said share her. Heart raced. Adrenaline surged.
I shifted dossiers. Legs crossed tight. Bladder full. ‘Gotta pee,’ I whispered. He grinned. ‘Here. Let me watch.’ Insane. But thrill hit pussy hard. Skirt up, panties yanked down. Sat table edge. Thighs clamped. He knelt. Hands pried knees. ‘Open, Hélo. Show me.’ Sigh. Legs spread wide. First drops trickled pink lips. Then golden stream gushed, splashing table. He cupped it, fingers wet, warm. Brought to lips. Licked clean. ‘Fucking delicious.’ I stared, shocked. Cock tented pants. ‘Sick bastard.’ But clit throbbed.
Tension Ignites Behind Locked Doors
No wipe. He shoved me back, legs splayed. ‘Perfect pussy. Dripping.’ Dove in. Tongue lashed clit, sucked hard. Fingers parted lips. I gripped his hair, bucked hips. ‘Fuck… yes!’ Orgasm ripped, juices flooded mouth. He drank greedy. Pulled up. Cock out, thick, veined. ‘Legs on shoulders.’ Thrust deep, balls slapping. Filled me utterly. Sweat beaded. ‘Take it, slut.’ Pounded slow, then brutal. Kissed. Tongues danced. ‘Spit in my mouth.’ Saliva dripped, swallowed. Came again, stars burst.
Flipped me doggy. Ass high. ‘Spread cheeks.’ Hesitated. Then pulled wide, hurt good. Anus winked. Tongue rimmed, sloppy wet. Finger dipped, then two. Stretched. ‘Mouth wet.’ Sucked his digits, saliva poured. Back to ass. Slid in easy. Fucked hole slow. ‘Finger your clit.’ Did. Rubbed furious. ‘I’m… flooding!’ Collapsed, sobbing ecstasy.
Explosive Release and Cool Facade
He mounted ass. Cock nudged. ‘Gentle.’ Pushed in. No rip, pure fire. Fucked deep, owned me. Door rattled. Antoine? Key turned. Entered, eyes wide. ‘Join.’ No shock. Antoine stripped. Cock hard. I impaled pussy on him reverse cowgirl. François ass-fucked synced. DP heaven. In-out rhythm. Bodies slick sweat. Saliva trails. ‘Fuck my holes!’ Orgasms chained. Antoine came first, pussy flooded. François exploded ass-deep. Dripped out.
Panting. Pulled off. Wiped quick. Skirt down, blouse tucked. Hair smoothed. Coffee sip masked scent. Door unlocked. Click. Back open space. Dossiers grabbed. Smiles neutral. Antoine nodded meeting. François winked casual. Printer whirred on. Mouse clicked. Perfume lingered. Pulse slowed. Mask perfect. No one guessed. Rush lingered, pussy twitched. Forbidden high. Tomorrow? Who knows.