Boss’s office. Late night. Door clicks locked. Printer hums low. Coffee aroma clashes with my floral perfume. Tension thick. André sits behind desk. Tall, thin, stern. Like an uncle. ‘Chloé, six a.m. No panties. Again.’ His voice cuts. I fidget. Short skirt rides up thighs. Heart races. Open-space dark outside. But footsteps echo sometimes. Risk spikes adrenaline.
I borrowed that dress from a friend. Tested limits. Michel, the fat buddy colleague, ogled earlier. Laurel to André’s Hardy. ‘Show us your buys, sweetie,’ he leered. Bent over. Tits in his face. Ass to boss. Bought sexier ones. They noticed. ‘Too short,’ André said. But I charmed. Hugs. Kisses. Played innocent.
The Build-Up
Now busted. Party ran late. Drank a bit. Lost panties in a game. Rubbed on winner’s cock first. Wet now. ‘Please, boss. Don’t call HR. Or family.’ Tears well. He sighs. ‘Rules broken. Like your parents said.’ I kneel. Sob on his chest. ‘Spank me. Like dad did. Fixes everything.’ No time to think. Flip skirt. Bare ass over his lap. Curve back. Pussy exposed. Wait. Seconds stretch. Breath hitches.
First slap cracks. Sting burns. Gasp. ‘Harder. I deserve it.’ Slaps rain. Steady. Loud. Fills room. Ass flames. Thighs quiver. Pussy drips. Feel his cock harden under me. Thick. Press against it. Moan mixes with cries. ‘Ow! Please!’ But grind subtle. Cyprine soaks his pants. Tears stream. Beg stop. He doesn’t. Faster. Brutal. Body shakes. Pain flips to heat. Clit throbs.
The Explosion
Can’t take more. Slide off. Straddle him. Eyes lock. ‘Fuck me, boss. Punish this slutty hole.’ Rip blouse. Tits bounce free. His hands grab. Pinch nipples. ‘Dirty intern.’ Growls. Unzip. Cock springs. Thick. Veiny. Guide it in. Sink down. Stretch. Gasp. ‘Yes!’ Bounce hard. Desk creaks. Papers scatter. Slaps echo. Printer whirs on. Thrust up. Deep. ‘Tight pussy. Breaking rules?’ ‘Yes! Fuck harder!’ Sweat drips. Perfume mixes sweat, coffee, sex.
Michel’s voice haunts. He’d love this. But door locked. Grunt. Pace frantic. Balls slap ass. Still red, stinging. ‘Cum in me!’ Clench. He roars. Floods hot. I shatter. Scream muffled. Waves crash. Collapse. Panting.
Pull off. Cum drips thigh. Adjust skirt. Smooth hair. Wipe desk quick. ‘Thanks for the lesson, boss.’ Smile sweet. ‘Won’t happen again.’ He zips. Flushed. Silent. Unlock door. Click. Walk out. Legs jelly. Conference room next. Morning meeting soon. Sit careful. Ass burns. Smile at team. Act pro. Michel glances. Winks? Shrug. Mask on. Freedom won. Rules loosen tomorrow. He calls HR. My game.