Printer hums in the open space. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. I glance at him across desks. Boss man, 47, bit of belly under shirt. Eyes lock. Heart races. Day drags with dossiers. Tension simmers. Door to his office clicks shut behind meetings. I imagine his cock. Night falls. Alone at home, whisky burns throat. Porn flickers: tranny slurps mature dick. I finger myself hard, cumming fast. Curiosity hits. Gay site? No, internal office chat app, anonymous. ‘Newbie girl seeks mature bossy man.’ Messages flood. His pings first. 47, wife elsewhere, wants to initiate. Webcam on. Alcohol buzz. He’s rough, not hot. Pulls pants down. Cock swings, thick gland gleams. ‘Like it?’ Heart pounds. ‘Yes.’ He strokes. I crave direction. ‘Active only, make me your whore.’ He grins. ‘Come to office now. Late shift excuse. Enter quiet, head on my belly, watch me jerk. Leave.’ Can’t refuse. Drive over, buzzed. Park lot empty. Building dark. His office light on. Door ajar. Slip in. Strip to panties as ordered. Conference room adjacent, printer whirs faintly. His office: door locks with click. He’s naked on leather couch, porn on laptop, mouse clicks. Taps belly. I lay head above navel. Cock lifts, inches from face. ‘Beautiful?’ ‘Very.’ He pumps. Gland swells, vanishes, reappears. Smell of sweat, coffee linger. Ten minutes stare. He shifts. ‘Back up.’ Cum spurts over chest. White ropes hit air. Flash! Phone pic. ‘Liked the show?’ ‘Yes.’ Dress quick. Out. Elevator dings. Replay in car, finger myself home.
Weekend itch. Chat pops: him. ‘Deeper this time?’ Hesitate. Want submission, sissy vibes. ‘Dress me slutty, own me.’ ’30 mins. Strip at door. Suck and go.’ Band hard. Shave smooth. Office after hours. Parking lot shadows. Elevator hums. His door cracked. Lights dim in salon-like lobby. Strip naked. Wait, skin prickles. He enters, stern. ‘Put this on.’ Red lace thong. Blush burns. Cock tents it. String bites ass. Thrill electric. ‘Kneel. Pants off.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ Belt clinks. Zipper rasps. Pants pool. Hand grips neck. Bulge grinds face through briefs. Mouse clicks porn nearby. ‘Lower.’ Cock frees, gland perfect. Smears face: forehead, cheeks, lips. Hardens huge. ‘Suck.’ Lips part. Salty, musky heaven. Bob slow, then fast. Lips tight. He groans. ‘Eyes up.’ Flash! Pic in mouth. Pull back? No, hand forces. Deep. Gland slaps cheeks. Whore mode on. Twenty minutes. ‘Don’t move.’ Jerks furious. Eyes shut. Hot jets splatter: nose, cheeks, lips. Glu glue. Flash again. ‘Clean up. Keep thong. Go.’ Bathroom sink runs. Face wet. Dress sans panties. Thong rubs home. Cross janitor in hall? Eyes down, shame buzz. Feel marked slut. Home: three wanks in lace, cum soaked. Printer echoes in mind, door lock haunts. Next weekend calls. Deeper sins await.