Printer hums relentlessly. Mouse clicks pierce the air. Coffee aroma clashes with Fatiha’s musky perfume. Open-space pulses with tension. Files stack high on my desk. I’m Melissa, top performer, ambitious as hell. Scobone, that creepy new intern, lurks nearby. He’s been at it for months. Sabotaging my work. Moving papers when no one’s looking. Unplugging my PC mid-presentation. Locking drawers with a sly click. I see him. Always have. But I play dumb. Stone-cold ignore. Builds my edge. Turns stress into pure lust.
His eyes bore into me. Sweaty palms on my keyboard. I catch Fatiha’s gaze across the room. My hot Moroccan colleague. Full tits, endless legs, juicy ass. She smirks. Knows my game. Hierarchy’s a bitch, but we break it. Quick nod. We sync like pros. I grab my tablet. She snatches hers. Casual stroll to the conference room. Door swings shut. Lock clicks sharp. Heart pounds. Outside, phones ring. Colleagues chatter. Scobone’s footsteps? Ignore. Adrenaline surges. Risk of bust lights my pussy on fire.
The Building Tension in the Open Space
Fatiha pins me against the table. Skirt hikes up. Her hands rip my blouse open. Buttons ping off. “Fuck, Melissa, your tits are begging for it.” Bra snaps free. Heavy breasts spill out. She dives in. Tongue flicks my hard nipples. Sucks greedy. Wet pops echo. I moan low. “Suck harder, slut. Make ’em ache.” Coffee breath mixes with her scent. Intoxicating. My fingers claw her hair. Pull her closer. She grinds her thigh between my legs. Soaked panties rub rough. Desk creaks as I hop up. Legs spread wide.
Her skirt flies off. String yanked aside. Pussy glistening. I shove two fingers deep. She gasps. “Yes, finger-fuck me raw.” Thrust hard. Juices squelch loud. Printer drones outside. Door rattles? Scobone? Fuck him. Fatiha drops to knees. Tongue lashes my clit. Circles fast. Sucks my folds. “Taste so fucking good, boss bitch.” I buck hips. Grind her face. Her hands squeeze my ass. Finger probes my hole. In-out. Brutal rhythm. Orgasm builds. Tense. “Don’t stop. Eat that cunt.” She hums vibration. I shatter. Walls clench. Squirt hits her chin.
Explosive Release and Cool Mask
She climbs up. Straddles my face. Sixty-nine frenzy. Pussy smothers me. I tongue-fuck deep. Lick her asshole rim. She rides hard. Tits bounce in my grip. Pinch nipples twist. She cums screaming muffled. “Fuck yes! Drink it!” Waves crash. Bodies slick sweat. Desk papers scatter. Quick, intense. No mercy.
Gasps slow. We disentangle. Wipe faces. Her perfume clings stronger. Coffee lingers. I readjust bra. Button blouse crooked. Skirt smooth. She zips up. Grins wicked. Unlock door. Step out calm. Scobone at my desk. Papers flung. Sisters Nancy and Melanie arrive—intern visitors. They scream as chair flips. His face twists rage. I saunter over. Smile cool. “Shadows, girls. Ignore.” He lunges. I whisper, “Knew all along, demon boy. You’re mine now. Clean this shit. File reports. Shine my desk.” He crumples. Realizes trapped. My office slave. Sisters giggle. Back to meeting. Mask perfect. Pro face on. Lust hidden. Hierarchy? Mine now.