About a year ago, I was a 20-year-old office intern. Ambitious. Routine days: spreadsheets, gym, coffee runs. But virgin. Bi. Craved that first rush. Chose guys. Our office soccer team delivered eye candy. Locker room after games? Heaven. Guys stripping down. Rémy stood out. Boss’s son. 19. Calm. Shy. Toned body. Eyes that pierced. Perfect ass in tight boxers. Kevin too. Blond stud. Thought he was straight.
Two weeks of nerves. Work Slack lit up our chats. Football talk first. Then I dove in. ‘Rémy, ever into guys?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Direct: you’re hot. I want you for my first.’ Awkward pause. ‘Bi virgin?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Weird. Thinking.’ Three days silence. Then: ‘Ok, I’m in. Been with Kevin.’ Office Kevin? Shocker. ‘He’s huge. Fucked me good. Want us both on you?’ Heart raced. Threesome? Irresistible. ‘Yes. Use me. No pain.’ ‘Deal. Tuesday, 3pm. Conference room. Empty then.’ Click. Phone down. Jerked off fantasizing. Four days of agony. Work stares fueled it.
Building Tension in the Open Space
Tuesday. Prepped. Office shower. Clean. Sprayed perfume over coffee scent. Wiped conference table. 3pm. Door buzz. Them. Suits hugging muscles. Excited already. Poured coffee. Nibbles. Small talk: projects, deadlines. Printer whirred distant. Mouse clicks echoed. Eyes locked over mugs. Tension thick. ‘Ready? I’m yours.’ ‘Here?’ Grins. Door lock *click*. Sealed us in. Open-space glances forgotten. Now ours.
‘On your knees, slut.’ Rémy’s voice low. Boss’s son commanding. Stay in boxers. Obeyed. Hands on bulges. Stroked through fabric. Moans. Pulled down. Kevin’s thick cock sprang. Rémy’s too. Dove on Kevin. Slow sucks. Hand pumped Rémy. Kevin gripped head. Thrusts deep. ‘Fuck, good mouth.’ Gags. Switched. Rémy’s turn. Salty. Kevin behind. Fingers probed ass. One. Two. Three. Gasps. Then tongue. Rimmed hard. Wet laps. Printer hummed. Coffee-perfume mix hung heavy.
Explosive Release on the Conference Table
Rémy bucked. Cum splashed face. Hot ropes. ‘Next.’ Kevin condomed up. Bent over table. Ass offered. Slow push. Stretch burned. Moans. Built rhythm. Balls slapped. *Smack smack*. Rémy jerked nearby. Chair creaked. ‘Suck him.’ Mouth full again. ‘What a whore.’ Cries muffled. Kevin sped. Filled condom. Pulled out. Sticky.
Rémy flipped me. Rode reverse. Easy slide. Bounced. Kissed sloppy. Kevin hardened. Sucked him. ‘Insatiable bitch.’ Rémy groaned. Shot inside. Ass flooded. ‘Both now.’ Crazy. Kevin lay table. Straddled. Sloppy seconds. Rémy pressed. Two cocks. Inch by inch. Full. Screams. *Clack* door rattled? No. Thrusts synced. Coffee breath mixed sweat. Legs numb. ‘Harder!’ They pounded. Cum everywhere. Me on Kevin’s abs. Him on back. Rémy withdrew.
Collapsed. Hugged. Panting. Ten minutes haze. Woke them. ‘Loved fucking you.’ ‘Best first.’ ‘More? Team guys?’ Grins. ‘Hell yes.’ Office shower. Soapy hands. Final jerks. Kisses. Dressed. Skirt straight. Blouse tucked. Perfume reset. Coffee fresh. Unlocked door. *Click*. Back to open-space. Files shuffled. Meeting next. No trace. Mask on. Ambitious intern again. But ass throbbed. Five months later? Three more teammates joined. Gangbangs in here. Pure bliss. Later tales.