Printer hums downstairs. Mouse clicks echo in the open space. Coffee scent lingers, mixing with my sharp perfume. Stolen glances across desks. Him, my boss, my lover. Between urgent files, tension coils tight. His text buzzes: ‘Top-floor conference room. Now. Naked except tall boots and thigh-highs. Blindfold. Hands up. Arch that back.’
Heart slams. I slip away. Elevator dings. Lock the door. Click echoes. Strip fast. Skirt pools. Blouse off. Bra gone. Panties soaked, discarded. Just boots hugging calves, stockings licking thighs up to my offered crotch. Blindfold ties tight. Blackness. Hands overhead. Back arches deep. Breasts thrust out, nipples like bullets piercing air. Pussy bare, holes innocent, scented with pre-lust skin. Ass cheeks part slightly. Total surrender.
The Tension Builds
Footsteps climb the stairs. Each creak pumps blood hot through me. Skin prickles. Desire floods every inch. Pussy lips swell, not yet greedy. I imagine the view: slut on display, booted legs framing my untouched holes. Legs shift wider. Shame heats my cheeks. Ecstasy in my indecency. Printer whirs faint below. Door locked secure.
He’s here. Or not him? Silence. Eyes rape me. Circles slow. I arch ass higher, offering my crack. Flash crave: brutal ass-fuck, no warning, hands mauling tits. Cold touch on lips. Bottle neck, office water jug. Tongue darts out. He teases mouth, cheeks, chin. No skin yet. Down throat. Hits breasts. Circles hard nipples. Shock hardens them more. Trails belly. Back. Dips lumbar curve. Traces ass seam.
Legs splay auto. Dream of stuffing. Reappears at bush top. Slow drag down. Exasperating. Spread wider. Neck grinds pussy lips, parts them. Up-down torture on my slit. ‘Playing my cunt,’ I think. Bite lip. Tips entrance. I dip hips to chase. He wants squat. Bottle plants floor. I impale.
Squatting wide. Boots strain. Legs obscene split. Pussy engulfs neck. Slow thrusts. Deeper. Juices slick glass. Cunt lips stretch, suck it in. See myself: goddess fucking bottle, tits bouncing. Voyeur feasts. Motion quickens. Want to dazzle him.
The Explosion Unleashed
Brush on face. Hard cock. Head turns slutty. Lips hunt gland. Hands yanked back up. Mouth O’s wide. Gland slides in. Familiar throb? Can’t tell. Deeper. Pauses. Out slow. Rams back. Mouth-fuck starts. Methodical. Builds speed. Pussy pistons bottle frantic. Imagine mirror view: dripping cunt gobbling glass, mouth a second hole railed. Coffee stink clings air, my perfume slutty overlay.
Locomotive heat. Bottle threatens full swallow. Tits concrete. Body fireballs. Climax roars. Millions fireworks. Colors blast: red pussy pulse, yellow heat, green thrill. Muffled scream round meat gag. Shuddering waves. Collapse squat, bottle deep.
Blindfold rips. His eyes, grinning. No stranger. Cum swallows down. Pull off bottle, slick mess. Legs shake rising. Wipe juices hasty. Panties back? No time. Skirt hikes, blouse buttons crooked. Perfume spritz. Hair smooth. Unlock. Click.
Stride out. Meeting waits. Smile crisp. ‘Sorry, call ran over.’ Sit poised. Pussy throbs, leaks faint. They drone stats. I glow secret. Pro again. Lust hides perfect.