The open space buzzes. Keyboards click furiously. Distant printer hums like a heartbeat. Coffee scent hangs heavy, tangled with my dark perfume. I spot him across the desks. That colleague. The one I broke at the club. Our eyes snag. His widen, drop quick. A week since my hand grazed his ass here. Courteous smiles hide the power shift. He fears me now. Craves the edge.
He shuffles papers. Pretends focus. I lean back, satin blouse tight over my full breasts. No bra. Nipples hint through fabric. Red leather skirt hugs my wide hips, short enough to tease. Heels click as I stand. Time to play. Door to my office waits.
The Building Tension
Knock. Soft. ‘Ghislaine, need the copier?’ Voice cracks. I smile, pro and charming. ‘Enter.’ He steps in. Printer whirs louder inside. Door shuts. Lock clicks sharp. His head snaps up. Trapped.
Tension coils. I circle slow. He bends over machine. Ass presented. Perfect. Hand slides firm over cheek. Deliberate squeeze. He bolts upright. My eyes lock his – black, mocking, dominant. ‘Not safe here, pet.’ He stutters, freezes. No escape.
Drawer whispers open. Riding crop. Menottes clink. ‘Knees.’ Crack on his thigh. He drops. Pants off. Naked fast, eager to please. I cuff wrists, force head and arms to desk edge. Straps cinch like a pilori. Neck trapped. Ass high, balls dangling. Door rattles faintly outside – colleague passes. Adrenaline spikes. One wrong noise…
Crop trails skin. Stops at balls. Upward snap. Agony hits. He bucks, silent scream. ‘Legs tight next time.’ Voice dry, commanding. He nods frantic.
Text buzzes my bull. Discreet coworker, ripped body. Door cracks, he slips in nude. Cock soft, grows fast as he strokes rough. Fists hair. ‘Suck.’ Shaft presses lips. Mouth yields. Gagging slurps fill room. Balls slap chin. My hand sneaks under. Fingers circle anus. Probe light. He hardens more.
The Raw Explosion
Pleasure flips. Grip balls. Squeeze, roll, crush. Pain explodes. Muffled cries choke on dick. Bull thrusts brutal, deep throat fucks. Grunts build. Hot spurts flood mouth. ‘Swallow every drop, bitch.’ Acrid taste lingers. Bull sighs out.
My turn. I face him, palms on desk by trapped head. Eyes bore in. ‘You’ll never touch.’ Skirt flips up. Red leather frames ass. String aside. Bull grips hips, slams home. Wet plunge. I gasp, eyes iron on sub. Body rocks. Satin top shifts, tits sway free. Thrusts pound deep. Desk creaks. Printer drones on.
Climax nears. He slows, buries deep. I shatter, pussy clenching. He unloads inside. Pulls free slick. I straighten skirt. No glance back.
Unlock straps. ‘Dress.’ Snatch underwear. Toss tight leather jeans from drawer. ‘Your new uniform. Bulge for all to see.’ Skin chills on cold hide. Zipper fights erection. Ass crack swallowed.
He stumbles out, pants obscene. Taste of cum haunts. Balls throb. I smooth blouse. Lipstick fresh. Unlock door. Heels click to meeting. Pro smile returns. Coffee sip. As if nothing.