Sunlight slices through breakroom blinds. Printer whirs in the distance. Door locked with a sharp click. Coffee aroma mixes with OphĂ©lie’s musky perfume. Bernard’s up first. Kitchenette steams. He brews mugs. Tray ready. I doze on the couch, blanket tangled. Naked from last night’s frenzy.
OphĂ©lie peeks from the side office. Bare tits sway. Bush matted, thighs sticky with dried cum. She air-kisses Bernard. Whispers, eyeing me: “Wild night. Your wife’s a slut. Gave everything.” He serves coffee. Steams rise. Mouse clicks echo as he checks phone.
The Tension Builds
I stir. Eyes snap open. Naked intern across from boss. Heart pounds. Clutch blanket. She grins: “Morning. Slept good?” Bernard turns. Kisses me deep. “Recovering, babe?” Memories crash. Blush burns. But she’s nude too. Fuck it. Toss blanket. Stretch bare. Full tits out. Kiss him sloppy. Peck her lips. “Famished.” Devour toast, eggs. Glance my thighs—crusted trails. Shower calls.
He tidies cushions. She clears plates, ass cheeks jiggling. Printer spits paper. Open-space murmurs outside. We freshen up. Back, towel-dried. She eyes clock: “Lunch with Mom. Late!” Dresses fast. Panties from bag. Shy voice: “Photos? Please?” We laugh. Swap numbers. Door clicks unlocked. She’s gone.
Alone. Arms open. I melt in. Kiss heats. “We said spice it up,” he murmurs. Recap: no panties under skirt. Sucked him under restaurant table. Let her finger my dripping pussy, grope tits. Invited intern here. Fucked hard. Fisted. Candles up ass. His hand whole inside me. Filmed.
The Explosive Release
“You pushed too,” I tease. Post-sleep: he tried fisting her. Failed. Bougie instead. Giggle. Projector hums to life. Work tool for fun. First, Isabelle’s pics flash. Colleague. Tits squeezed. Pussy spread. Bougie plunged. “You filmed her fucking?” Oops. He stammers. “Delete?” “No. Show all.”
Nude on his lap. Cock stirs. Watch him pound her missionary. Doggy. Rim her. Anal debut. She rides him ass-first, rubs clit. Juices drip. “We try that.” Fingers probe my holes. Lube squirts. Printer drones. Door rattles—someone? Tension spikes. Heart races.
Bend over desk. Ass cheeks spread. Gland nudges rosebud. Push. Relaxes. Slides in smooth. Balls slap. “All in, slut.” No pain. Pure stretch. Thrusts build. Coffee cold. Perfume clings. “Stop. My turn.” He lays back. Straddle reverse. Impale ass on cock. Bounce. Fingers grind clit. “Fuck my shithole, boss!” Waves crash. Clench. He erupts deep. Cum leaks.
Shower quick. Adjust skirt. No panties. Wipe desk. Projector off. Mouse clicks resume. Emails ping. Back to open-space. Smiles professional. Thighs slick. Adrenaline buzzes. No one knows. Mask on. But pussy throbs. Toys tomorrow. More risks ahead.