The conference room door clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums outside, spitting reports. Distant mouse clicks echo in the open space. Coffee aroma clashes with my sharp perfume. Tension simmers between us all week. Stolen glances over spreadsheets. My boss, 34, sharp-suited executive, eyes me like prey. Ambitious climber like me, I crave the thrill. Hierarchy fuels my hidden lust. He calls me in for ‘urgent review.’ Heart races. Files scatter on the table. His gaze drops to my tight blouse, pencil skirt hugging hips. ‘Close your eyes, Nadia,’ he whispers. Trust the forbidden pull. I obey.
Suddenly, hands everywhere. Front and back. Eyes snap open. Two of him. Identical. Jaws drop. ‘What the fuck?’ I gasp. He grins. ‘My secret gift. Me, doubled. For you.’ Panic surges, then heat. They pin me against the table. Blouses buttons rip. Skirt hikes up. No panties today—my risky choice. Coffee breath mixes with his cologne. One yanks my bra, nipples harden in cool air. Sucks hard. Bites. Other hand dives under skirt, fingers plunge into wet pussy. ‘So ready, slut,’ front him growls. Back him grinds cock against ass. Door rattles faintly—someone passes. Adrenaline spikes.
The Building Tension
They strip me fast. Garters snap, stockings stay. Heels click on floor. Pushed onto table, ass up. Papers crinkle. One cock rams my mouth. Salty pre-cum. Gags me deep. Other spreads cheeks, tongue rims asshole. Wet slurps. Finger probes. Vaseline from drawer—his stash. Slathers my holes. ‘Gonna fill both, ambitious bitch.’ I moan around shaft. Legs shake. Printer whirs louder, masking gasps. They position. One slides into pussy, stretches. Other presses anal ring. Slow push. Burns sweet. ‘Fuck, tight ass.’ Double stuffed. Inch by inch. Full. Overwhelmed. They thrust sync. Table creaks. Slaps echo. Pussy squelches, ass grips. ‘Take us, office whore.’ Dirty words ignite. Orgasms build fast. Clit throbs. I rub furiously. Cum floods both holes. Mine crashes. Scream muffled by cock.
They pull out. Merge in blur. One him again. Nausea flickers on his face. I slump, dripping. Cum leaks down thighs. Quick wipe with tissues. Skirt smooths. Blouse buttons fumble shut. Lipstick smears fixed in compact mirror. Perfume sprays fresh. He straightens tie. ‘Meeting resumes in two.’ Door unlocks. Click. We exit. Colleagues glance up. ‘Productive?’ one asks. I nod, cheeks flushed. ‘Very.’ Stride to next room, legs jelly. Secret locked inside. Lust masked as poise. Boss winks. Night awaits more.