Printer hums in the open-space. Endless whir. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume—sweet vanilla, teasing. Stacks of insurance files bury my desk. I glance up. Christiaan’s eyes lock on mine across the room. Dark, hungry. He nods. Subtle. My pussy twitches. Heart pounds. Ambitious expert like me? Craves this hierarchy rush.
Clicks of keyboards. Colleagues chatter. He messages: ‘Boss’s office. Now.’ I stand. Smooth skirt. Heels click floor. Elevator dings empty. Door shuts behind us. Click—lock engages. Loud in silence. ‘Strip the coat, Lise,’ he growls. Out of season trench—my cover.
The Building Tension
Hesitate. ‘Corentin might suspect.’ He smirks. ‘He watches later.’ Buttons undo slow. Fishnet teddy clings skin-tight. Black mesh highlights bare tits, nipples hard. String thong splits ass cheeks. Pubis triangle barely hides shaved slit. Plug shifts inside—worn all week. Giggling on drive? No, squirming from this.
‘Magnificent,’ he breathes. Circles me. Hands palm ass. Fingers trace thong. ‘Drika trained you well.’ Nods to knees. Cock springs free—thick, veined. Older, perfect. Lips part. Tongue licks pre-cum. Eyes up—lesson learned. Saliva trails shaft. Balls next. Suck. Deeper. Gags echo. ‘Like Rachid’s? Smaller than him.’ Jealous flash. But throat relaxes. Gobbles gland, inches down. Hampe vanishes.
Desk edge bites hips. He bends me. Thong yanked. Fingers plunge pussy—dripping. ‘Wet whore.’ Pulls plug. Metal pops wet. Ass gapes. ‘Trained open.’ Shame burns. But thrill surges. Risk of knock—printer outside mocks. Cock teases rosebud. Pushes. Stretches burn. ‘Fuck, tight bitch.’ Rams deep. Desk rattles. Papers fly. Moans escape. ‘Quiet—meeting soon.’
The Explosive Release and Cover-Up
Pounds steady. Ass cheeks slap. Juices glisten latex sheath. Switches—pussy stuffed. ‘Scream inside.’ Fingers clit. Builds. Pulls anal. ‘Now sandwich fantasy.’ Cock back ass. Fingers pussy. I buck. ‘Yes, fuck my holes!’ Dirty office slut unleashed. Hierarchy crumbles.
He growls. ‘Gonna fill.’ Throat again. Knees hit carpet. Pumps face-fuck. Saliva floods. Eyes water. Gulp deep. Jets hit tonsils—first his cum down my throat. Swallows proud. No spill. Drika’s gift.
Wipe lips. Fix thong. Plug back? No time. Teddy adjusts. Coat on. Mirror check—pro smile. Unlock click. Door opens casual. ‘Great sync on files, team.’ Back to open-space. Perfume lingers cum hint. Coffee sips hide quiver. Legs shaky. Ass throbs. Looks normal. Inside? Pure adrenaline high. Boss winks. Secret sealed. Tomorrow? More files, more risk.