Printer hums low in the corner. Door clicks locked. Sharp. Coffee stench clings, mixes with Florence’s sharp perfume. Open-space deserted. Interns dismissed. Tomorrow’s the project wrap. Back to grind.
I eye Florence over stacked dossiers. Ambitious fire in my gut. Love this rush. Like braving boardroom eyes. Quick whisper. “Last thrill for the boys. All four. Here. Now.” She bites lip. Nods.
The Mounting Tension
We strip fast. Blouses hit floor. Skirts pool. Naked. Tits perked. Pussies slick already. Lean on conference table. Wait. Hearts pound. Mouse clicks echo faint from forgotten terminal.
Julien strides in. Spots us. Eyes bulge. Spins back to his cubicle. Clothes shed in seconds. Returns bare. Cock throbs hard. Grabs us tight. Kisses me fierce. Tongue fucks mouth. Hands knead tits. Then Florence. Squeezes her ass.
Jean saunters up. Grins wide. “Oh, the two graces and the satyr!”
“Skip jokes. Strip. Join.” Voice husky.
He obeys. Julien teases me. Fingers dive pussy. Wet squelch. Nips neck. Turns to Florence. Arms wide open…
Julien pins me to table first. Legs spread. Cock rams in. “Fuck, Odette, so tight.” I buck. “Harder! Pound me!” Table creaks. Slaps echo. Then Jean yanks me off. “My ass now, slut.” Spits lube. Gland breaches hole. Burns. Pushes deep. “Take it all!” Florence watches. Fingers my clit. Lesbian spark. I scream orgasm.
Jean flips me. Normal fuck. Cums hot inside. Chaos blurs. Julien jumps Florence. Jean on me again? No count. Later, Julien sneaks my desk-bed. I ride wild. Bacchante frenzy. Hips grind. “Yes, fuck my brains!” Tremble. Cum floods.
Interns’ sleep heavy. Luck.
Morning scare. Arthur knocks early. Dash to blouse. Transparent slip-on. Intercept hall. Heart slams. No scene.
Parking lot. Jean guns it brutal. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“Your sheer blouse. Interns around!”
“Didn’t bitch other nights. Arthur say shit? No. Drop it.”
The Explosive Release
Kid snoozes strapped back. Vague smile. I sink seat. Jean pouts. Passes soon. Vacay—wait, retreat—was fire. Julien’s tender dick. Inventive. Jean stepped up rivalry. Florence’s teen-like caresses.
Last night replays. Started Julien. Anal after? No—sodomy first. Jean reamed ass before her fingers. Normal fuck post. Blackout. Julien night visit? Yes. Déchaînée under his thrusts. Still quiver.
Office too risky now. Cubicles thin. Noises carry. No sneaky Julien fucks. Betray trust. Wait next cabin weekends.
Jean gripes real miss: failed Florence fuck. Abstained ass-fucking Julien to save juice. Too late. Julien pounced me post-sapphic show.
Julien drives steady. Thinks Odette near Florence-tier. Night insane. Renew? Often at work. But Jean’s cock in ass? Enjoyed thrust. Not cum. Return favor? Nah.
Florence eyes hubby. Loves responsible drive. Vacay gift: Jean’s skills shown. No regrets. Swaps. Shared fucks.
Home. Jacuzzi bubbles. Julien’s head vanishes between my—wait, Florence’s legs. She yanks hair. He surfaces. Lips trail navel, belly, tits. She grabs cock. Guides. Impales. “Patience, slut?” He teases. She pulls ass. “Shut up. Fuck!”
Water swirls. Post-fuck calm. “Miss ’em?” “Yeah.” Tease: “Jean ass-fucked you good.” Kiss shuts. Towel dry. “More intimate?” “Find way.”
Bed. I strip. Jean grins under sheets. “No nightie.” Skin glue. Caresses. I guide cock. Fuck tender.
Afterglow. “Loved retreat?” “Hell yes. Repeat?” “Cabin weekends. Interns roam free.”
“Florence miss?” “Julien you too.” Fingers trail. Cock stirs. “Ass now?” Digit probes crack. Kiss seals yes. First anal cum. Imagine Julien joins…
Sigh. Long wait. Cabin calls.