Conference room door clicks locked. Printer whirs softly, churning reports. Coffee scent clashes with my jasmine perfume, thick in the air. Mouse clicks echo from the open space outside. I eye Fanfan across the polished oak table. New hire. Street rat turned performer. He juggled torches in the lobby earlier, blocked exec traffic, flashed his goods when pants dropped in the scuffle. Muscles ripple under torn shirt. Juvenile face, aristocratic jaw. My pussy twitches. VP ambition meets raw lust. Hierarchy? Fuck it.
His eyes dart. Mine burn. Tension coils like a badine ready to zap. ‘Show me again,’ I command, voice low. Door rattles – colleague passes. We freeze. Heart pounds. Perfume and coffee choke the room. I stand, heels sharp on carpet. Skirt slits high. He hesitates. I lean in. ‘Duchess wants it close.’ Pants unzip. Cock curves out, thick, veined. Cold fingers grip it. Dry at first. Pump hard. He stiffens. Gasps. Printer spits page. Click. Our breaths sync.
The Ambience
‘Good boy. Hard for boss.’ He nods, eyes wild. Stress of board meetings? Vanished. This is adrenaline. Risk of HR door burst. Open space watches. I stroke faster. Pre-cum slicks my palm. His hand twitches to my blouse. Buttons pop. Bra exposed. Nipples peak. Coffee mug clinks forgotten. Tension snaps.
I shove him onto desk. Papers fly. Mouse cord tangles feet. Lock clicks tested. Safe. Skirt hikes. No panties – ambitious slut prep. ‘Fuck me like your salto.’ He flips me prone. Cockhead probes wet slit. Slams in. Raw. Deep. Desk groans. Printer jolts, hums louder. ‘Yes, Duchess, tight cunt!’ Crude growl. Thrusts pound. Skin slaps echo. Perfume sweat-mixed now. Coffee spills, bitter drip.
The Explosion
Legs wrap waist. Nails rake back. ‘Harder, pokey. Earn your spot.’ He rails. Balls smack ass. G-spot hammered. Climax builds, tense, nervous. Door handle jiggles – maintenance? Freeze mid-thrust. Hold breath. Passes. Fury unleashed. Faster. ‘Gonna fill you, boss.’ No condom thrill. Pussy clamps. I shatter. Squirts desk wet. He grunts, pumps seed deep. Hot flood.
Pull off. Cum drips thigh. Adjust skirt. Wipe desk quick. Button blouse. Hair smooth. He zips. Face flushed. ‘Meeting resumes,’ I hiss. Unlock door. Click. Step out. Mouse clicks resume outside. Colleagues glance. Perfume masks sex musk. Coffee fresh brew wafts. Back to spreadsheets. Serious VP mask on. Lust hidden. Adrenaline buzz lingers. He winks. Next ‘training’? Boardroom again.