Printer hums in the background. Coffee scent mixes with my heavy perfume. Open-space buzzes. Clicks of mice everywhere. I slam the pinball flippers in the breakroom. Old machine rattles. My curves strain my blouse. Huge tits bounce with each tilt. Ass jiggles in tight skirt. He’s there again. Shy intern. Awkward uni kid. Stares from Pac-Man corner. Blushing. Fidgety. Everyone knows. Boss – my uncle – chuckles about my ‘puppy dog admirer.’ Colleagues tease. ‘Lolo’s got a stalker.’ I growl back. Like when that jerk mouthed off. ‘Wanna suck cock, fat slut?’ I shoved him against the vending machine. ‘Not your tiny dick, asshole.’ He bolted. Intern’s eyes widened. Admiring. Crushing hard. I feel his gaze. Hot. Persistent. Makes my pussy twitch. But he never speaks. Just watches. Jealous when I laugh with the BEP crew. Fists clenched. Poor boy. From fancy history degree. They call him elitist. I intrigue him. Real. Raw. Not polished bitches like Marie-Thé from his classes. Tension builds. Days pass. Stares lock. Mine detour quick. Aggravated facade. But inside? Flattered. Addicted. Walking out after shift. Parking lot. Spot him. ‘Hey, walk together?’ Heart pounds his. ‘Y-yeah.’ Silence crackles. Electric. Lead to bench. Worn wood creaks under me. He winces. Fears collapse. ‘I know you crush on me. Obvious. Embarrasses me with pals. Uncle ribs. School kids joke.’ Face falls. Shame. But I grip arm. Firm. ‘Flattered. Come here often for you. Hooked.’ Shock. Smile tender. ‘Waited for you to speak. Too shy. Like me. Wounds match.’ ‘You like me?’ ‘A lot. Vibrate for you.’ Blush. ‘Virgin?’ Nods. ‘Normal girl. Need affection.’ ‘Beautiful your way.’ ‘Promise no hurt.’ ‘Love you long.’ Grip tight. ‘Your place? Office empty. Conference room.’ Grin. ‘Risky.’
Door clicks locked. Conference room dim. Chairs scrape. Coffee drip echoes hall. Perfume thickens air. Printer whirs distant. Push him down. Desk cold. Kiss hard. Thick lips crush. Tongue invades. Passion explodes. First for him. Groans. Hand on tits. Squeeze. ‘Humm.’ Rip blouse. Bra snaps. Massive udders flop. Freckled. Heavy. ‘Suck ’em. Eat.’ Nipples rock-hard. Devour. Weigh in palms. Cock throbs. Feel it. Unzip. Stiff. Nice size. Grip. Stroke expert. Twist wrist. Pace perfect. Moans rise. ‘Stop… gonna…’ No mercy. Mouth engulfs head. Pump shaft. Suck glans. Jets hit tongue. Aim rest at tits. Splatter moles. Lick lips. ‘Tasty. Good cock. Falling hard.’ Chair groans as I shift. Cracks. Collapses. Ass hits floor. Laugh. Help up. Desk dents under weight. Wipe cum with tissue. Kiss salty. ‘Enough today. Back work. Less breakroom. Meet here. 5pm tomorrow.’ Door unlocks. Click. Adjust skirt. Smooth hair. Stride out. Meeting next. Cool pro. Mask on. Heart races. Adrenaline pure. Hierarchy bends. Lust rules.