Printer hums in the open space. Coffee aroma mixes with my perfume, sharp and teasing. Mouse clicks echo. Paul, my boss and Master, glances over his monitor. Marc, the client guest, smirks from the visitor chair. Tension builds between dossier stacks. My skirt hugs tight, no panties, rosebud plug still sealing Master’s cum from last night. Heart races. Door to Paul’s office swings open. ‘Valérie, reports,’ he says, voice low. I stand, heels click on tile. Marc’s eyes follow my ass sway.
Inside, door locks with a sharp click. Smell of leather chairs, fresh printouts. Paul nods to Marc. ‘Morning service first.’ I drop to knees on carpet. Crawl under desk. Paul’s zipper rasps. Cock hard, morning wood. Lips wrap it, tongue swirls. He groans soft. Switch to Marc. His shaft thicker, balls heavy. Suck deep, gag slight. He grabs hair. ‘Good cocksucker, slut.’ Cum blasts hot, I swallow greedy. Master’s turn next, loads my throat. Coffee breath mixes with musk.
Rising Office Tension
Back up. Paul circles me. ‘Strip to corset, stockings, heels.’ Serre-taille cinches waist, tits bare, pussy exposed. ‘Discipline time.’ Kneel. Crawl salon—office floor. Lick their shoes, tongue on leather. Questions hit: ‘Why love being our bitch?’ ‘Cause I’m Master’s whore, crave cocks anytime.’ Humiliating answers flow. Spanks rain—crop zips air, six doubles burn cheeks red. ‘One! Thank you, Master!’ Ass glows hot.
Paul kneels, clamps vise-grip on pussy lips. Chain hooks. ‘Fetch toys, no hands.’ Duck game: grab candle, bag, bottle heavy with bearings. Tug strains labia, stretch burns. Grimace, sweat beads. Finally drop behind desk. Clamps off—agony rips. Ice dildo next, condom-frozen. Circles clit, cold fire melts me. Shiver, moan. ‘Divine, Master!’ Shove inside, twist pleasure-pain. Beg more.
Four paws, ass up. Paul yanks plug. Cum drips slow, photo snapped. Lick floor clean, salty Master’s seed. Bath time—exec bathroom. Enema pear fills ass, expel under their watch. Clean twice, blush deep. Dry tits slow, their eyes devour.
Desk Explosion and Release
Marc’s turn. Kneel sofa—desk edge. Spread cheeks. Lube drips. Cock rams ass deep, balls slap. ‘Feel my dick, anal slut?’ ‘Yes, Sir!’ Paul fingers clit wet. Pound hard, I rub frantic. Cum together—his floods rectum, my scream orgasms waves. Seal with plug. Dress quick: sheer black dress, self-holdups, 12cm heels. Makeup subtle, lips red packed.
Conference room lunch. Tablecloth hides. Paul drops napkin. Crawl under. Suck quick—Paul first, then Marc. Surface, cheeks flush. Colleague Max winks thumbs-up, saw me. Paul slips note: ‘Pee break, satisfy bearer.’ Restroom hall dark. Max holds post-it: ‘Suck him.’ Door men’s, stall lock. Kneel, unzip. Fine cock, lick veins, balls. Deep throat, he pets hair gentle. Cum gushes, gulp down. Bare tits, ass—kisses nipples, plug. ‘Stunning sub.’ Kiss lips soft, he vows find me.
Back table, adjust skirt smooth. Paul grins. ‘Good girl.’ Marc returns. Chat banal, my ass full dual cum, pussy throbs. Meeting resumes. Notes click, professional smile. Inside, slut fire simmers. Adrenaline peaks—next door clack, any surprise?