Printer hums down the hall. Open space buzzes with dying clicks. I catch his eyes again. The client, sharp professor type, visiting boss for late strategy dinner. Boulevard des Filles office, her new duplex suite. Ambitious me, secretary with curves, ponytail swinging like tresses. Love the rush, professional mask hiding slut.
Conference room door clicks shut. Just us three. Boss chats tennis, sets beaten. Wine loosens tongues. I serve mussels marinières, my recipe. Stuffed tomatoes next. Farce so good, he moans. Dessert: Mont-Blanc cream. Then my African roast coffee, corsé, mixing with my perfume. Seductive haze.
Tension Builds Across the Open Space
Boss yawns, eyes droop. Torpor hits. His pants bulge at Africa tales. Cock hard. I wink, vicious. Heart pounds. Refill pour. Spill on purpose. Hot coffee soaks crotch. ‘Oh no, sir! So clumsy. Come to utility laundry, clean it.’ Boss snores softly. I lead him out.
Hall empty. Distant door slams. Laundry door shuts. Lock clicks sharp. Adrenaline spikes. What if boss wakes? He grabs me. Mouths crash. Tongue deep. Fingers trace bulge. ‘Pants off, clean later.’ Skirt drops. No bra under blouse. Pear-shaped tits, dark areolas. He sucks nipples hard, hands knead.
Thong next. Pull sides, fabric wedges pussy lips. ‘Naughty. Like the back?’ Turn. Ass cheeks split by satin. Firm globes. Sniff thong, toss. His boxers gone. Cock throbs. Hand up thigh, tease inner. Pubes, then slit. Finger pussy: warm, wet cave. Thumb anus. No flinch. Push in. Moan. Alternate, fingers meet inside.
Explosive Fuck Behind the Locked Door
Bend over ironing board. Suck cock. Lips slide, throat deep. Fellatio sloppy. Stand, brace board. ‘Fuck me while boss sleeps!’ Cock slams pussy. Gush wet. Grunts echo. Accelerate. Pound hard. Sheath grips. Finger ass, spit-lubed. Deeper. ‘Cock in my ass if you want.’
Spread cheeks. Hole winks. Gland pops in. Gentle thrust. Ring stretches. Balls slap ass. ‘Fuck my ass good!’ Slow pump. Out full, gape, plunge. Mirror shows me: eyes shut, ponytail whips rhythm. Hand clit, rub frantic. Pleasure builds. Gentleman waits, but I clench. Cum jets fill bowels. I shatter, collapse on board.
Cock softens, slips free. Muscles milk last drops. Wipe quick. Dress fast. Perfume masks sex stink. Coffee scent lingers. Peek: boss stirs not. Back to table. Adjust skirt. Smile innocent. ‘All clean.’ He grins. She wakes. Meeting resumes. Mask perfect. Pulse races still. Next time? Anytime.