Printer hums low in the corner. Coffee stench mixes with Jennifer’s musky perfume. Open space empty, desks stacked with reports. I sip my mug, eyes on her. Bill’s birdwatching again. She wipes my desk, tiny body bending. That round face smiles always, like a naughty pixie. 1m50 Asian firecracker, maybe 38. Bill swore by her. Tuesdays, Fridays, she scrubs our floor spotless. My private office gleams now. But today, tension coils. Her gaze flicks to my tits. ‘Big boobs, like Bill say.’ I flush. Door to breakroom clicks shut. Locked. Mouse clicks echo faint from hall.
Heart pounds. She’s on knees, ass up, short skirt riding high. No panties. Dark anus winks, bushy pubes frame plump pussy lips. Sweaty, shaking to blaring Monkees: ‘I’m a believer!’ Naked now, tits small, dark nipples hard. I freeze, cunt twitching. She turns, grins wide. No shame. Stands, hairy mound on display. Huge clit peeks, thick as my thumb. ‘Drink?’ I stammer, pouring coffee. She sits on counter, legs spread, pissing loud into sink. Golden stream splashes. Smell hits: sharp, hot. My panties soak.
The Building Tension
Back in my office, mouse clicks frantic. Can’t focus. Porn moans drift: ‘Fuck my ass, slut!’ She’s watching on her phone, hand in bush. I peek. Blonde bombshell takes it doggy, green eyes rolling. Jennifer’s fingers lift hood, reveal monster clit, purple, swollen. She rubs slow. I slip in. She smiles, pinches her nips. We sync. My jeans drop, fingers deep in my slit. Orgasms crash together. Screams mix with printer whir.
The Explosive Release in the Breakroom
She grabs me. ‘Show tits.’ Blouse off, bra down. Heavy DDs flop. Her small hands knead rough, twist nipples hard. Pain shoots to clit. I hump air. She yanks me down. Cunts grind. Her tongue invades, sloppy. Wet beast smears my belly. Then she spreads on counter. Pussy gaping, lips fat, clit throbbing. I dive. Suck that beast. Tongue flicks, crushes. She bucks wild, guttural moans. Revenge: slap her slit. Wet smack. She squirts piss, soaks us. I slap harder. Frenzy. Fingers plunge both holes. Eyes lock, souls fuck.
Kneeling, we finger each other slow. Deep waves build. Cum shuddering, silent screams. Collapse. She wipes us with towel, giggling. ‘Dirty carpet!’ Coffee cold now. I stand, skirt hiked, blouse buttoned. Nipples poke. Face composed. Unlock door. Hall empty. Meeting in five. She blows kiss, back to scrubbing. I stride out, coffee breath masking pussy reek. Colleagues nod. Serious pro again. But thighs slick, clit pulses. Jennifer’s grin haunts. Tuesday thrill forever.