Printer hums in the open space. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Clicks of mice echo. Alexandre’s eyes lock on mine across desks. Two years since that semi-pro party. I went reluctantly. He radiated confidence, cracks in his armor showing. Dual like me: pro Paula for bosses, wild one for desires.
Next day, drinks in the breakroom. His hand on my knee under the table. Skirt hikes up. Fingers brush my bare pussy. I spread. He teases, smiles. After, to my secret spot—Rive Droite apartment, but tonight it’s after-hours office hideaway. He sits in boss chair. Grabs my wrist. ‘Strip.’ I do. Naked belly exposed. He wants me on the carpet. I lean back, knees wide. Pussy gaping, wet. His gaze burns. Hands roam my body. Fingers plunge in. Juices flow. Orgasm crashes. He kneels, laps my mess. ‘Thank you for being you.’ Kisses tender. Hour of romance, Mozart whispers from his phone.
The Tension Builds
24 months he’s my lover. Romantic walks under moon, hand-in-hand. Libertine dragging me to edges. Small cock, shaky erections. But his eyes—pure fire watching me. I give my body. He shares outrageously. Drags girls to ‘our’ spot. I thrill more than roses.
Phone buzz: ‘Wear that dress over nothing. Taxi to office.’ Obey. He waits with stranger. 30s, hung, polite. To his desk. Trust Alexandre blind. ‘Fuck her ass.’ Cock spears my hole. His gaze penetrates deeper. He kisses me: ‘Only you and me. Feel me inside.’ Candles flicker—stolen from supply. Mozart Vespers hum low. Hips roll on that dick. His tongue dives pussy. Fingers join mine. Orgasms rip pure, violent.
Door clicks locked. Conference room now. Tension peaks between dossier reviews. Open-space glances sizzle. He pulls me in. Printer drones outside. Coffee lingers.
The Explosive Release
Three times variant hits. Tonight: his car to city center office. Up wooden stairs. Fancy double door. Blindfold slips on. Heart pounds. Fear twists gut. Obey. Ding of buzzer. Floral perfume hits. How many eyes? Five maybe, one woman. ‘Paula’s here for penance. Disobeyed me. She’s shy, hates women, anal, showing her sloppy cunt.’
Excitement surges. Role ignites. Zip down. Breasts grazed by tits. Woman fingers pinch nipples. Bent over glass table. Cold shocks skin. Hands spread knees wide. Gazes burn pussy. Tongues, fingers devour cunt, ass. Legs pinned back, hole exposed. Fingers probe ring. Cocks in mouth—deep throat. One feels like his, piercing to gut with ass-fucker. Beg for cum. He floods tongue. Thick, hot. His, surely.
Cum drips. Blindfold off. Adjust skirt. Hair smooth. Door unlocks. Back to meeting. Smirk at colleagues. Printer hums on. Coffee cold. Mask perfect. Pro Paula returns.