Sébastien’s office hums. Printer whirs in the corner. Coffee scent lingers, mixed with my perfume. I’m checking accounts. Eyes heavy. I doze off, head on the desk.
Click. Door locks. Soft. Heart jumps. Warm hand on my shoulder. Not Sébastien’s. Rougher. Wrinkled skin. I stir. His voice, deep. ‘Don’t open your eyes, Océane. It’s Hubert. No fear.’ Eyes shut. Body freezes. Then melts.
The Mounting Tension
His palm strokes my shoulder. Slow circles. Neck tingles. I lean back. Offer more. Printer spits paper. Distant hum. His fingers tease my collarbone. Décolleté exposed. He sees everything. Breath hot on my ear. Lips brush. Kiss. Shiver.
Hands slide down. Cup my tits through blouse. Firm. Insistent. Nipples harden. Tongue licks my neck. Wet. I arch. Bustier strains. He unhooks it. Fabric whispers off. Breasts bare. Cool air hits. He pinches. Hard. ‘Like that?’ ‘Yes… harder. Pinch my tits, please.’ Pain sparks lust.
Odor shifts. His cologne over coffee. Musky. Chair swivels. His crotch presses my back. Hard bulge. He frees his cock. Wrinkled skin. Thick. Longer than Sébastien’s. Guides my hand. Stroke. Pulsing. Veiny. Precum slicks.
I turn. Eyes open now. Cock at my neck. Salty scent. Urine, sweat, old cum. Mouth waters. Suck. Deep. Cheeks bulge. Tongue swirls. He groans low. Hands knead my ass. Firm cheeks. Fingers probe.
The Raw Explosion
Stands me up. Kisses devour. Tongue fucks mouth. Panties down. Skirt up. Lifts me easy. Ass on desk edge. Cold metal bites skin. Legs spread. Shaved pussy glistens. His fat head rubs clit. Slippery. ‘So wet for your father-in-law.’ Thrust. Fills me. Gasp.
Desk creaks. Papers shift. He pounds. Fast. Balls slap. Tits bounce. Turn me. Bent over. Doggy. Like the mare I saw mounted. Deeper. Then pulls out. Aims at ass. ‘No…’ Hand pushes away. ‘Give me your virgin ass, my best conquest.’ I obey. Back against him. Impale myself. Pain rips. Then fire. Full.
Ride reverse. His strong thighs. Lose it. Black out.
Wake sprawled. Naked. Cum leaks. He dressed. Smiles. ‘Learn to hide it. Keep the ‘vous’.’ Kiss. Gone.
Fix clothes. Bustier snaps. Skirt smooths. Wipe desk. Coffee mug straight. Door unlocks. Sébastien returns. Kisses cheek. Young, sweet. No shame. I smile. Back to work. Mask on. Secret burns hot.