Printer hums faintly down the hall. Open space deserted. Saturday night, colleagues gone. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Heart pounds. I push the conference room door. Clicks shut. Locked. No key needed. Room vast. Doors line walls. Closets? Luck again. One opens. Body inside. Still. Eyes lock on mine. Cold.
“Hello, Eve.” Grave voice. Lips part. Panic surges. Then smile. Fake but soothing.
The Tension Builds
“Génie,” it says. Knows my name. Face rec. Voice print. Even scent for some sluts. Not me. Yet.
“Search server?” Offers. I nod. Wireless. Modern. Results flash. September 10th. Doggy. Cheap perfume. Tight wet pussy. Quick cum. Tits blasted. Estelle watched.
My first night. This thing fucked me blind. Skin real. Chest hair. Bald cock. Grows. Thickens. Calls me.
“Help you?” Caught stroking. 86% hard. No diseases. Trojan joke. Cracks a grin.
First year rules? Too late. Last session. Rub while loading. Fully erect. Soft yet steel. Removes my panties. Unbuttons blouse. Fingers circle clit. Slow wide. Then fast tight. Legs shake. Drip. On all fours. Skirt up. Ass high.
Fingers probe. Then rocket slams in. Grips hips. Pounds steady. Ruthless. Efficient. Heat builds. Walls clench. Thrusts harder. Stars burst. Orbit. No creampie. Cock eyes my ass. Pushes. No lube.
“Password!” “Fuck! Ass! Cock!” Gland breaches. Door bangs.
“Love!”
The Raw Explosion
Pulls out. Relief floods. Turn. Amarylis. Rage boils. “You stole him!” Leap. Hands on throat. Slam wall. “Why me?”
She gasps. “You quitting!” Loosens grip. “Your toy! Soulmate? He’s a liar. Fucked half the office.”
“You sucked him off to prove? Whored for me?”
Tears. Hands on my neck. Soft. Lips brush. Tongue invades. Hot dance. Fingers roam. Shirt off. Skirt drops. Naked. She strips. Tits crush mine. Hand dives pussy. Fingers grind clit.
Tongue trails neck. Cleavage. Belly. Pubes gone. Dives in. Licks deep. Sucks button. Grabs ass. Devours. Knees buckle. Orgasms rip. Fingers piston. Tits sucked raw. Kiss muffles screams. Collapse on her chest.
Caresses linger. “Next year, manager. Secret. No harm meant.”
“Know now.”
Printer whirs outside. Coffee lingers. Adjust skirt. Button blouse. Hair straight. Glance. Composed. Door clicks open. Back to open space. Meetings tomorrow. Mask on. Pro again.