I park in the empty lot, rain pounding. Office trip canceled. I’m here early, buzzing. Slip into the building. Open space silent. Printer hums faintly. Coffee scent lingers, mixes with my perfume. Door to conference room clicks locked. Laptop on. Porn flickers: girlfriends advising on hubby’s cock. My skirt hikes up. Panties aside. Fingers dive into my silky triangle. Right hand pumps pussy fast. Left pinches nipple hard. Moans escape. Giggles from screen echo.
Boss’s key rattles. Door swings. He freezes. I turn, smile wicked. Keep going. Eyes lock on screen. Halting breaths. Fingers slick, plunging deeper. Nipple twists. Body arches. Orgasm hits with porn star’s cry. Juices flood. He stares, tender hunger.
The Building Tension
Steps closer. Kisses my sweaty forehead. ‘Making you coffee, slut. You look thirsty.’ Kitchen whirs. Machine gurgles. Cups clink. Back quick. Film ends. I lounge, legs spread, grinning. Hands me iced latte. ‘Good flick?’ ‘Bitches fixing marriage with pussy talk. Plotty.’ ‘Love that shit.’ ‘Hot as fuck. But you’re stiff now, boss.’ ‘You know me.’ ‘Love your fat cock too.’
He strips fast. I snake arms around. Naked back to front. Tits mash his chest. Hands roam: nipples, abs, pubes grind ass. Grip balls, weigh ’em. Stroke throbbing dick. Shove to table. Straddle full length. Grind body massage. Tits tease skin. Lips nibble neck, ears whisper filth. Flip him. Admire rigid cock. ‘Thirsty too?’ Straddle face. Pussy drips honey trail to clit. Pull cheeks, tongue dives.
He laps greedy. Sucks folds. Nibbles button. I jolt, gasp. Fingers replace tongue when he breathes. Pinch tits, frig fast. ‘Fuck, bastard…’ He dives back. Bites soft, laps rough. Knows my spots. Thighs clamp head. Hips buck. Claw table. Wild howl as I squirt.
The Explosive Release
Collapse, kiss fierce. Taste my cum on tongue. Savage duel. Grab his pulsing shaft. Sink down. ‘Fuuuck, fills me!’ Pound up. He thrusts wild. Chaos fuck. Nails rake back. She screams, pussy milks. I hold edge, watch her shatter.
Soft kisses now. Slip off. Bask skin on skin. Breath slows. ‘No cum yet, balls full…’ Dress quick: tight black sheath, sheer stockings. Phone on tripod. His leather chair. Deep cleavage, nipples poke. To lens: ‘Gonna milk my boss’s huge dick.’ Kneel. Suck slow. ‘Tastes like you fucked a whore.’ ‘Your slut juice, bitch. Suck it.’ Deep throat, gag saliva.
Spit lubes. Stroke fast. Craches again. Eyes slutty to cam. Fingers tease frenulum. Grip, pump hard, release. Cock twitches. ‘Gonna jerk to this later.’ Spit trails stockings, dress. Tongue flicks glans. ‘Aim good, want all your load!’
I erupt. Roar. First rope hits hair, forehead. ‘More!’ Second cheek to tongue. Third chin, neck. Fourth mouth. Drips tits, stockings. Face glazed cum. Lick fingers clean. ‘Good boy, creampied your whore?’ Nod weak. ‘Maid vid next… after you ass-fuck me proper.’ Door clicks unlocked. Straighten skirt. Perfume wafts. Coffee lingers. Back to meeting. Smile crisp. No one knows.