Hot summer evening in our Lyon real estate firm. Offices empty. Photocopy machine hums faintly down the corridor. Stale coffee scent mixes with my floral perfume. 8:30 PM. I head for copies, heels clicking on linoleum. Denis’s voice erupts from his office. Sharp. Angry. ‘You piss me off, fuck off!’ Phone slams. Door bangs open.
He charges out. Furious. ‘Stupid bitch!’ Rams into me. I stumble. Grab his arm. He catches my waist. Firm grip. ‘Catherine! Sorry. Didn’t know you were here. Ex-wife call. Come in. Drink?’ Eyes wild. Pulls me into his office. Door clicks shut. Lock snaps. Heart pounds.
The Mounting Tension
Fridge hums. Ice clinks. Gin-tonic for me. Whisky for him. Sips. His gaze locks mine. ‘Catherine, you look ravishing. That dress… lethal.’ Fingers brush glass to my hand. I blush. Stutter. ‘Just… market buy… for heat.’ He steps close. Waist again. Spins me. ‘Made for you. Seduction weapon.’ Hands slide to hips. Lips on neck. Tongue traces skin. Goosebumps. Mouse clicks forgotten on desk. Printer beeps softly.
‘Denis… husband…’ Words weak. His mouth claims mine. Tongues dance. Hot. Urgent. Hands up dress. Unbuttons slow. Panties down. Sniffs them. Eyes closed. My pussy drips. Shame burns. He backs me to desk edge. Kneels. Head under skirt. Licks inner thighs. Slow. Up to soaked lips. Tongue laps juices. Circles clit. Fingers probe. ‘More… eat my cunt, lick me, make me cum, fuck me!’ I beg. Crude. Unme.
Chair rolls close. Foot up. Legs spread wide. Dress open. Panties at ankles. He devours. Sucks clit. Fingers curl inside. G-spot hit. Build. Fast. I moan. Desk creaks. Body shakes. Explosion. Scream rips out. Squirt floods his face. Legs buckle. He holds hips. Licks every drop.
The Raw Explosion
Kisses me. My taste on lips. Ignites me. Kneel. Unzip. Cock springs hard. Suck deep. Tongue swirls head. Throat fucks. Saliva drips. Chin wet. Hand strokes shaft. Balls squeezed. Finger in ass. He groans. ‘Catherine… gonna cum… stop…’ Defiant eyes. Faster. He erupts. Hot spurts fill mouth. Overflow. Drips on cheeks, dress, tits.
He wipes me gentle. Tissues soft. I sob. Slut shame. ‘Wonderful. No regrets.’ Cold tone returns. Hugs brief. ‘Drive you home?’ Decline. Fix dress. Hair. Lipstick smudged. Door unlocks. Corridor silent. Home alone. Body buzzes.
Next day. Normal nods. Week drags. Indifferent. Then email. Lunch. Givors station. His Mercedes. Chalet hideaway. More. Kisses. Licks. Fucks. Anal first. Lube slick. Fingers prep. Cock slow. Deep. Cum inside. Orgasms shatter. Champagne. Facesitting. Thumb in ass. Another squirt. Doggy. Raw cries. ‘Fuck my ass, fill me!’ Return changed. Secrets simmer.