Printer hums in the open-space. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Dossiers pile up. I pick last week’s outfit. Blouse loose at the top. Skirt skims thighs. Mirror shows my tits rising, falling. Desirable. Ready.
Boss pokes head in. ‘Don’t forget the dump run.’ Eyes rake my cleavage, legs. I smile. He lingers. Heat flushes my cheeks. Does he fantasize? Fuck yes.
The Building Tension
Morning flies. Emails click. Mouse taps echo. Then Martin, the intern, knocks. Young, less shy now. ‘Need help loading?’ I nod. Cross legs slow. Skirt rides up. His gaze sticks. Legs to tits. Hypnotized. I arch back. Offer more. ‘Done,’ I say. Stand. His trance breaks. We load the car. Trunk slams. My pussy tingles. Too natural now. Craving eyes.
Drive to dump. Heart races. Need those photos back. Arrive early close. Empty lot. Dump files. Last one. Voice startles. ‘Good you’re back! Left me hungry last time. Caravan when done.’ Mr. Francis grins. Walks off. Breath short. Should I? Excited. Wet already. For the pics only.
Park by caravan. Hesitate. Door creaks open. Posters stare. Big-titted sluts. Him on bench. Laptop glows. Turns screen. Me. Poses. Stroking his cock. Cum on my face. Slutty. Avid. Like them. Heat chokes. Nipples rub fabric. Tense. Excited. Frightened.
‘Show me underneath.’ Eyes hungry. Hands glide. Belly. Tits. Squeeze globes. Push together. Deep sigh. Unbutton slow. Lace guêpière black-blue. Spread blouse. Tits bounce high. Drop shirt. Pose. Twist. Webcam light blinks. Filming. Wetter. He rubs cock through pants.
Bend. Zipper rasps. Skirt drops. Hips wiggle. Stockings. Garters. Turn. String barely covers ass. Knead tits. He pulls out cock. Strokes hard.
‘Tits out.’ Obey. Peel lace. Nipples hard. Pink areolas. Weigh them. Knead. Moan soft. Better than cam.
The Explosive Release
‘String off.’ Thumbs hook. Slide down. Turn. Ass cheeks part. Tit dangles.
‘Closer.’ Kneel between legs. Fingers trace shaft. Balls. He groans. Hand in hair. Pulls. Mouth opens. Glide down. Hot. Wet. Tongue swirls. Suck slow. Hate it with hubby. Love here. His grip tightens. Cock swells. Balls squeeze. Jets hit throat. Thick. Salty. Swallow some. Rest drips. Chin. Neck. Tits. Lick finger. Suck his cum. Eyes locked.
‘Damn slut.’ He strokes soft cock. I need release. Sit floor. Legs wide. Fingers clit. Vulva. Gush moans. Two fingers in. Spot. Tits swell. Skin pink. Scream orgasm. Intense.
He hardens. Condom on. ‘Doggy.’ Crawl. Ass up. Pussy open. Wet. Slams in. Gasp. Hips grip. Pounds hard. Grunts. I cry. Cum again. Pulls out. Pushes ass. Pain fades. Fills virgin hole. Slow then fast. Hair yank. Brutal. Cum roars in me.
Pulls free. I crawl. Peel condom. Suck clean. Cum taste.
‘Never drained like that.’ Leaves. I grab USB. Copy files. Delete. Dress shaky. He returns. ‘Again?’ ‘Home waiting.’ Lie small voice. Shame hits. Slaps ass. ‘Come back.’ Drive home. Ass burns. Loved the beast fuck.
Phone rings. ‘Fooled me, slut.’ ‘Had to get pics. Send some faceless. Memories. Maybe return… who knows?’