It’s late in the conference room. Printer hums faintly down the hall. Door locked with a sharp click. Coffee aroma mixes with her perfume—sweet, intoxicating. Open-space empty, just us three: me, my boss G, and Z, the brunette from training. She’s on her last night in Paris office branch. Eyes lock across desks. Files scattered. Tension builds between dossiers.
G’s hand slides up my thigh under the table. No panties—his order. I’m burning. He whispers, ‘You’re soaked, babe.’ I text Z on the company chat: ‘Coffee on us? Join for first times.’ She smiles, nods. Walks over, hips swaying. White blouse sheer, bra peeking. Kisses G twice on cheeks, me four times. Lips soft, lingering.
The Building Tension
Chat flows. Verres turn to mugs. I excuse to restroom. Mirror fogs. Heart pounds. Text G: ‘Dreaming our fantasy?’ He replies: ‘She’s coming.’ Door opens. Z slips in. ‘You okay?’ Big smile. She’s bored in routine marriage, experimenting on this trip. Hand grabs mine, pulls me close. Kisses tender. ‘Want to please you in front of him.’ Phone buzzes. We laugh, return.
Back at table. G’s fingers graze my wet lips. Z shares stories. Bondage with a vendor—tied, fucked slow. Couple where guy dominated. Two colleagues double-teamed her: doggy one, sucking the other, then switch, double penetration. Came hardest ever. Her hand on my thigh meets G’s. They grin. I whisper to him, ‘They turn me on.’ He gives room number—our exec suite upstairs. No, conference room extension.
She grabs bag, takes my hand, arms G’s waist. Door shuts. Lights dim. G behind me, kisses neck. ‘Can’t wait to watch her eat you.’ Strips my skirt. Naked fast. I kneel, suck his hard cock. Deep throat, tongue swirls balls. Z kneels beside. Kisses my cheek, takes over sucking. My hand strokes him. I rise: ‘Like it?’ Passionate kiss yes.
The Explosive Release
On table now. She lays back. I blindfold, cuff wrists. Kiss feet up. G mirrors other side. Lips on skin. Necks, tits, belly. Spread legs. My tongue laps her clit. Fingers plunge deep. She moans loud. G spanks me. Fucks me hard from behind. Cock slams. I scream, keep fingering her ass with lube. Godemiche in pussy. She cums, squirting.
Printer whirs. Mouse clicks echo—someone? Door rattles? No. Coffee scent clings to sweat. G pulls out, Z sucks him clean. I ride her face. Tongue flicks clit. Fingers curl inside. G pinches nipples. I cum hard, juices on her chin. Switch. She eats me while I blow G. Four hands, two mouths on his dick. Moans fill room.
I grab toys. Cuff her proper. Lick her to edge. Fingers brutal, then godemiche anal slow. G pounds me doggy. Spanks echo. Table shakes. She watches, uncuffed, fingers herself. All cum together—cries, grunts, wet slaps.
Aftermath hits. Adjust skirt. Wipe sweat. Fix blouse buttons. Hair straight. G unlocks door. ‘Meeting over?’ Z winks, grabs files. Back to open-space. Smiles professional. Printer hums on. As if nothing. But thighs slick, scent lingers. Rush of almost-caught pulses.