Printers hum upstairs in the open space. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee aroma drifts down, mixing with my floral perfume. I’m the new 19yo intern, blonde, blue-eyed, 95D tits too big for my blouses. Mom runs this supermarket chain’s office. Giacomo, her neighbor and maintenance boss—36, short, stocky, dark, always blue-shadowed jaw—fixes stuff in the basement workshop. BBQ last week at his place. I saw it first. Him stroking that monster cock outside the toilet. 10 inches long, Coke-can thick. Shocked. Aroused. Couldn’t stop thinking.
Mom calls. ‘Ask Giacomo to fix the toaster plug.’ I grab it. Elevator dings. Descend. Door creaks open. Workshop smells of oil, tools. His garage bay too. Car hood gleams. He nods. Takes plug. Silence heavy. Five minutes. Fixed. ‘Seen a cock that big?’ Blush burns. ‘No.’ He grins. Unzips. There it is. Half-hard. Pulsing. ‘Touch it.’ My hand freezes. Then grips. It twitches. Grows. Hot. Veiny. His paws on my tits. Under tee. Nipples harden. Pinches. Good. Pushes me back. Onto workbench. Cool metal on ass. Tee up. Bra down. Big tits spill. Sucks. Bites. Tongue flicks. Skirt hikes. Fingers trace thighs. Panties soaked. ‘Wet slut.’ Circles clit through fabric. I gasp.
Tension Builds Behind Closed Doors
Door locked. Click echoes. Printer whirs faint. Risk spikes adrenaline. ‘Francine won’t come down.’ Fingers rip panties. Tug off. Toss aside. Pubes trimmed. Clit throbs. First orgasm hits as he grazes it. Two fingers plunge pussy. Wet squelch. Mouth on tits. Nips raw. I buck. Ready. He stands. Lifts me. Legs wrap waist. Cockhead butts lips. Teases. Then drops me. All in. Stretches walls perfect. Girth fills. ‘Fuck, so tight!’ Kiss smothers moan. Tongue thrusts match hips. Pounds deep. Desk shakes. Tools rattle. Orgasms chain. One. Two. Three. He stiffens. Jets hot cum deep. Pulls out. Drip.
‘Get dressed. Upstairs.’ Heart pounds. Tits back in bra. Tee down. Panties crumpled. Wipe thighs. Flush face. Push door. Stairs creak. Printer closer now. Coffee stronger. Francine in breakroom. Sips juice. ‘Orange?’ Voice steady. ‘Hot down there.’ She smiles. Giacomo enters. Hands bag. Fixed plug. ‘Wolf’s tail when named.’ I smirk inside. Kiss cheeks. Quick. Out. Mom eyes me. ‘Long time.’ ‘Detailed fix.’ Face hot. Back to desk. Mouse clicks. Emails. Meetings. Cum leaks slow. Thighs slick. Smile pro. Lust hidden. Adrenaline buzz. Want more. Soon.