Jacques and I, the perfect power couple. Chic dinner downtown. Tux on him, slinky evening gown on me. Food divine. Stroll back to the office lot, arms linked. World fades. In the car, hands wander. Skirt hikes up. His fingers tease.
Parking lot empty. Late night. We sneak into the building. Elevator dings. Open space dark, but printer hums faintly. Coffee aroma lingers, mixes with his cologne. My perfume clings—floral, seductive. Eyes lock across desks. Tension crackles like static.
The Building Tension
Conference room door clicks shut. I twist the lock. Sharp snap echoes. Heart pounds. Colleagues gone, but footsteps could come. Dossiers stacked on table. We collide. Kiss deepens. Tongues battle. Bodies press. Bump into chairs. Fumble to the table.
Jacques spins me. Lips trail from mouth to ear. Nibbles neck. Hands slide down back, grip ass firm. Then up—belly, breasts heaving under silk. He whispers hot: “I want you.” “Me too,” I gasp. “No,” he growls, nipping earlobe. “Tonight, I wanna fuck you raw. Pound you like a beast. No mercy.”
Shiver rips through me. Pussy throbs. He hushes me. Finger on lips. “Don’t say yes to please me. Say something filthy if you crave it.” Hands roam. One kneads tits, other dips low. Toward my heat. I spin, stammer: “I… I wanna suck your cock.”
He crushes me closer. My words—dirty from my classy lips—ignite him. Rare treat. Kisses fierce. I drop slow. Eyes up, mascara smudged sexy. Kneel in heels, gown pooling. Belt unclicks. Zipper rasps. Boxer shoves aside. Cock springs free, hard.
Hands stroke slow. Worship it. Kiss tip. Lips part, slide down. He groans. Leans on table. Printer whirs outside. Risk spikes thrill. His fingers tangle hair. Grips tight. Pulls back. Face to face: “You said suck. Do it right.”
He sets pace. I yield. Then take over. Slobber fierce. Deep throat frenzy. Gags mix moans. He yanks me up. Forehead kiss quick. Spins to table. Yanks straps. Gown drops. No bra. Tits free. Panties, thong only. Heels click.
The Explosive Release
Bites neck. Bends me over glass top. Ass up. Left hand spanks. Crack echoes. I jolt. Printer drones. He pushes down. More slaps. Stings burn sweet. Fingers soothe red cheeks. Probe wet slit through thong. I whimper.
Rips thong off. Face dives in. Legs spread. Tongue lashes clit. Fucks with it. I buck. Scream muffled. Orgasm crashes. He stands. Rams cock in. Brutal thrusts. Table creaks. Mouse clicks faint from hall? Paranoia fuels fire.
Flips me. Half-sit on edge. Legs wrap waist. Cross ankles. Arms hook neck. Kiss savage. He lifts. Still buried. Pins to wall. Pounds wild. Posters rattle. Coffee scent thick. Sweat beads.
To couch corner. Collapse. He rides hard. Cups face. Whispers: “Gonna cum, baby. Finish that blowjob. Let me explode in your mouth.”
I slide down. Devour cock. Furious suction. He erupts. Hot jets flood. I swallow blind, climax hits. Collapse tangled.
Minutes pass. Breath steadies. Adjust gown hasty. Wipe lipstick. Hair smooth. Unlock door. Click soft. Stride out. Next meeting looms. Pro mask on. Smile crisp. Inside, pussy aches delicious. Tomorrow? Same game. Bliss.