My office overlooks the open space. Glass walls. Printer whirs nonstop. Mouse clicks staccato. Coffee machine hisses. Aroma rises, mixes with perfumes. Heavy, teasing. I sip black brew. Watch Kléber. Thirty, single. Eyes on Cathy. She’s late forties, married, mom. Curvy ass sways past desks. Blouse gaps. Deep cleavage. Noisette eyes flicker desire. He gropes her at desk. She snaps. ‘Hands off!’ He backs away. Days pass. She prowls his station. Chatty. ‘Sulking?’ Lunch invite. They vanish long. Rumors buzz. Hotel nearby. She booked room. Led him out, hips rolling.
Back post-lunch. Faces neutral. Printer drowns whispers. Then Marjorie. Brunette, Spanish fire. Forty-seven, fresh split. Big tits, wide ass. Rivalry with Cathy public. Internal message: ‘I’m open.’ Dinner. Her place. She drops pants, grabs cock. ‘Oh!’ Bronzed body, pale ass cheeks. Sucks hard. Fucks wild. Begs anal. He pounds. She rides reverse morning. ‘One shots only.’ Office next day. Same. Clack clack keyboards.
The Building Tension
Lydie flirts. Cute intern. Twirls hair. He dodges. Smart. Colleague demoted for stagiaire harassment. Safer with matures. They come hungry.
I summon him. Door clicks locked. Perfume clings. Coffee steam curls. ‘Mr. Seducer. Disrupting females?’ He stammers. ‘As long as no drama.’ Then: ‘England trip. Client. You translate.’ Eurostar hums. Hotel. One room. ‘Economy.’ Two beds. She changes. Tailleur off. Bra, thong flash. Slim, toned. Fifty-two. Defies time. Pear tits firm. Meeting aces. My smiles seal it.
The Explosive Release and Facade
Indian dinner. Spicy. Lives spill. My marriage parallel. Chambers apart. Horny. Hotel. Lights dim. I strip naked. Natural. His boxers tent. I slide in bed. Hand dives. ‘Want to fuck.’ Yank down. Mouth engulfs cock. Voracious. Slurp slurp. ‘Light on. Hate dark. See you naked.’ Impale raw. Pussy grips. Ride fierce. Forward, back. ‘Mmmhhh.’ Eyes shut. Tongue licks lips. Arc orgasm. Gasp. ‘Made me cum, rascal. More?’
Cock throbs. I caress. He flips script. Lips trail tits, belly, open cunt. Turns me. Licks back, ass crack. Tongue rims anus. ‘Driving crazy. Fuck me.’ ‘Like bitch?’ ‘Yes! Your bitch. Wreck me.’ Arms brace. Legs lock waist. Pound deep. Ram hard. She bucks, claws, shrieks. Cums again. Still hard. Flip doggy. Lick anus wet. Finger probe. ‘Ass fuck. Cum inside.’ Gland presses ring. Slides in. Tight. She spasms. ‘Yes, continue, good!’ Deep thrusts. Râle. She peaks third. I unload in rectum. Collapse.
Morning silent train. My office. Door locks. Click. Coffee fresh. Perfume lingers. ‘Good news. Special advisor. Adjacent office. No more colleague heats. Or fired. But I’ll fuck you plenty. Deal?’ He nods. Women murmur. ‘Promotion couch.’ I smirk. Hierarchy mine. Gigolo bonus. Open space hums below. Printer whirs. Normalcy masks lust. Adrenaline peaks. Risk delicious. Pro face on. Inside, wet.