Back from the river team-building, we burst onto the rooftop terrace. Chess players shush us. Sylvain and I slip into the exec shower room. Clothes off fast. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. ‘Anal was okay, but you’re my blonde dream, not that brunette ass-lover,’ he says. She kisses deep, strokes his cock. ‘You looked hot fucking her. Watching you three got me soaked.’
Dressed quick, I linger in our office ‘bedroom’ corner. Downstairs stairs, Wendy descends in a backless summer dress. Two steps up, I glimpse her ass crack, pale cheeks. Whistle low. She spins, cleavage spills round white tits. ‘Appetizing,’ I purr, hand grazing her tits. She shivers. ‘Why not? Not now.’ She bolts to terrace.
The Build-Up
Apero flows. Glasses clink. Printer hums below. Coffee scent mixes her perfume. My short white tennis skirt, sports bra hugging big tits. Sit by Sylvain. Kiss. His hand slides thigh up, under skirt. Wetness. No bush. Shaved smooth! ‘Gégé suggested it. Like?’ Fingers glide lips, dip in slick pussy. Moist pubis. Thumb circles clit. He zones out. Thibault asks again for drink. Laughter. Caught.
Dinner buzzes. They beg afternoon story. Tina: ‘Strip first.’ Marc and Clément dance silly, shirts off. Muscled Marc smooth, stocky Clément hairy. Shorts drop. Asses bare. Turn: cocks half-hard, different – long thin Marc, thick Clément. Girls whistle. Wendy sits on Marc’s shorts. Story spills: river fucks detailed.
Kitchen for coffee. Tina joins. ‘Know this tale.’ Her hand on my short. Mine on her soaked shorts. Squeeze tit, nipple hard. She jerks him open. Door clicks – Wendy. ‘Help?’ Smirk. Hold laugh. Serve coffee.
Darts game in breakroom. Couples. Winners pick third for night threesome. Tension spikes. Printer whirs. Mouse clicks echo empty office. Coffee-perfume haze. We almost last. Nail it – second. Tina-Thibault win, pick me. But Gégé-Clément third, send Marc our way. No men for them. Conference room ours.
The Explosion
Lock door. Click echoes. Strip. Sheets? Desk cleared. Bodies entwine. ‘Two cocks excite you?’ Sylvain asks. Groan yes. ‘Even ass?’ ‘If filled front too.’ ‘Watch you with him?’ Heart races.
Marc enters nude, cock rigid, long smooth. Squeeze in. Kiss Sylvain. Feel Marc’s cock nestle ass crack. Sylvain guides it between thighs. ‘So smooth shaved.’ ‘Pussy sweeter.’ Marc slides in pussy slow. Thrusts build. I suck tits – no, he does. Moans rise. Cum hard. Marc pulls, cock glossy. Sylvain sucks it first time. Salty me. Marc eats my bald pussy. Balls fondle. Finger ass – he tenses, cums on face, chest. Shock. Taste. Sandrine licks clean. Her mouth devours cock. Switch to Marc’s. ‘Want Marc ass, you pussy.’ DP: grimace anal, then full. ‘So stuffed! Fuck!’ He static, me pump. Cum together. Marc tit-fucks, I finger his hole. He erupts again.
Collapse. Water break. Marc: ‘Heard Wendy with them – Tina licking ass, Thibault’s cock in her.’ Revived. I rim Marc. Sylvain tongues me. Finger ass. He eats pussy. Cum. Sylvain tries ass – ‘Slow, virgin.’ Tense. Withdraw. She blows him to cum.
Morning. Wipe cum. Dress sharp. Open space awaits. Smiles knowing. Printer hums. Coffee brews. Back to spreadsheets. Mask on. Adrenaline lingers.