Boss’s office. Late Friday. Open space empties out. Printer hums next door. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Laurent’s eyes lock on me across desks all week. Ambitious intern, me, Emma. Virgin slut in heels. Weekly ‘training’ here. Door clicks locked. Heart races. Mouse clicks echo. He sets up webcam. Doesn’t tell me. I slump on leather sofa. Skirt hiked. Fingers dive into shaved pussy. No screams. Soft moans build. Webcam catches it all. Freshly waxed lips glisten. Never had cock inside. But today, he offers it. Tension coils. I cum slow. Deep sigh. Eyes shut. Fingers linger, slick.
He approaches. Repositions me. Kneeling on sofa, ass up, arms on backrest. Facing cam. Raphael watches from break room next door. Ex I teased. Balls blue. ‘Ready to give me your virginity?’ ‘Yes, boss.’ Mask slips on. Sleep mask, black. ‘Heightens senses. Obey.’ Blind now. Hear signal? Footsteps soft. Door? No. Two people? Coffee mug clinks. Perfume heavy. He caresses slit. Wet enough. Condom packet rips. Pants unzip. I think it’s him.
The Building Tension
Gland nudges entrance. No mercy. One thrust, balls deep. Gasp rips out. Not gentle. Revenge fuck. Grabs hips. Pounds hard. Face buries in cushions. Sharp squeals muffled. Too many hands? Slaps sting ass. Hair yanked back. I scream with each slam. Printer whirs louder. Colleague footsteps outside? Door rattles? Adrenaline spikes. Pussy stretches virgin tight. No hymen myth. He knew. Endurance shocks. Fougue jeune. Final barrage. Grunts. Pulls out. Zips. Gone silent.
Mask off. Laurent’s cock bobs. Thick, veiny. ‘Suck it. Taste your deflowering.’ On knees now. Lips part. Sloppy. Too slow. He grabs temples. Face-fucks. Gags, drool. Gurgle sounds. Balls slap chin. ‘Swallow, sub.’ Load blasts throat. Gulps every drop. Trained good. Shower in exec bathroom. Steam, soap. Redress pencil skirt, blouse. Perfume refresh. ‘Next week?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ Door unlocks. Back to open space. Like nothing.
The Raw Explosion
Saturday? No. Marie, my mom, HR manager. Invites him coffee. Breakroom. They fuck discreet. No games. Pure adult lust. Promises weekly Sundays. Me none the wiser. Perfect setup.
Monday hell. SMS rage. ‘Asshole! Video online!’ Raphael stole webcam clip. Me masturbating. Shared to buds. Viral leak. Classmates smirk. Face blurry, but known. I freak. Confront Laurent. He denies. Ghost him. Weeks later, from Mom’s pillow talk: I’m back with Raphael. He fucks me now. Daily. Boss watches weekends solo. Irony stings sweet.