Conference room. Thursday afternoon. Printer hums in the corner. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Sharp, intoxicating. My colleague Alex needs models. Me and Cassy, my secret office girlfriend. Wild women in clay for his promo shoot. Weird, but hot. We rush to the adjacent copy room. Door clicks locked behind us. Strip fast. Gray clay slurry waits, cold and slick.
Arms easy. Belly. Legs. Backs tricky. We help each other. Fingers slide. Splatter. Laughter turns moans. Hands roam front. Thumbs dig hips. Pinch nipples hard, clay-crusted peaks. Cheek stroke to throat. Lips crash. Muddy fingers tangle hair. Bodies slap wet, squelching. I devour her juicy mouth. Lost.
The Ambiance
Alex bangs door. ‘Hurry!’ Pouty, horny, we emerge. His eyes bulge. Jaw drops. Shoulders slump. Got him. I wait. Playful predator.
Poses savage. Cruel eyes. Perverse smirks. Flashes pop. Mouse clicks as he tweaks laptop. We ignore orders. Brush bodies bold. Burning stares through lens. He fidgets. Tics. Nervous sweat. Encourages me. Hands claim curves. Crumble drying clay. Cheeks graze. Lips tease. Full kisses now. Earthy grit on tongues. Frenzy builds. Dangerous.
Flashes stop. Silence. Printer drones on. I spin. Wicked grin. ‘You’re doing this on purpose.’ He groans.
‘Duh, handsome.’ Kiss Cassy deep. Beckon him. Camera clunks down. He strides over, eyes wild. Grab his shirt. Yank hard. Bodies slam. Mouths fuse. His hands scrub clay frantic, baring skin. I melt into his hunger.
Scratch rakes my back. Nails. Cassy. Jealous fire. Glare over shoulder. Push him off. Snatch her. Vengeance kisses. Bruising grips. Legs buckle. Hold tight. Neck dive. Lick that spot. Bite. She purrs, limp. ‘Like the view, babe?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ ‘Want this treasure?’ Nod. Hand her over. ‘Don’t fuck it up.’
He devours her. Peels ruined panties. Lays her on conference table. Shirt flies. Pants wrestle down. Thighs spread. Her scent hits. Sweet, young pussy. Fingers dive. Nectar flows. She arches, eyes roll. I seal her lips.
The Explosion
Eyes snap wide. He thrusts slow. Inch by inch. Tight heat grips him. Groans ripple. Pulls back. Slams eager. She snarls. Lunges. Bites shoulder savage. No dick for her.
Perfect. Crawl to him. Stunned on floor. Straddle. Ditch my panties. Guide hands over clay-smeared tits, ass. Kiss bite mark soft. Then nip again. He snarls. Flips fierce. Lips crush mine. Rage fuels cock. Slams home. Wet, deep. I set brutal pace atop. Breaths gasp. Hands knead brutal.
Cassy’s hands grip hips. Cheek presses back. Lips trail spine. Slows us. Rolls my pelvis. Deeper angle. Sparks explode. Orgasm rips me. Tears sting.
‘Cum on her,’ Cassy whispers. He yanks out. Jets arc. Hot ropes splatter belly, tits. Collapses panting.
Cassy scoops cum. Sucks finger. Shares in sloppy kiss.
The Masque. He grabs gear, bolts. We shower in exec bath. Lingering caresses. Wipe clean. Re-dress crisp. Back to open-space. Smiles pro. Meeting next. Coffee sip. Perfume fresh. No trace. Just buzzing thighs.