Printer hums in the open-space. Distant mouse clicks echo. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume, thick in the breakroom air. I’m Sandrine, 23, junior at this Lille firm. Still a virgin. Told my best friend Julien earlier. He promised help. Now, after hours, I wash mugs at the sink. Door creaks. Keycard beeps. Lock clicks shut.
He sneaks up. Lights out. Body slams mine against the sink. Hand clamps my mouth. Heart pounds. Is it him? ‘Don’t scream. Trust me, Sandrine?’ His voice, dead serious. I mumble yes. ‘Say stop if you want. Promise we forget tomorrow.’ I nod. He releases. ‘Promised.’
The Building Tension
Hands grip hips. I’m trapped, ass grinding his bulge through jeans. Same height. Flowy skirt hikes easy. Arm sleeveless top clings. His palm slides under, skin on skin. Stomach quivers. Bra snaps open. Fingers knead tits. Soft at first. Then pinches nipples hard. Electricity shoots. Head snaps back on his shoulder. ‘Fuck… harder.’ He twists. I gasp. Heat builds. Breath ragged. Top off. Pussy soaks panties.
‘Bend legs.’ I spread. Skirt lifts. Fingers hook panties. Rip down. Wet fabric cools thighs. ‘Dripping slut already.’ Laughs. ‘Asshole.’ He spreads cheeks. Tongue laps asshole. Shocks me. New. Hot. But ‘Not tonight.’ He shifts. Index traces slit. Dives in.
Tongue attacks pussy. Slow laps up juices. Faster. Spreads lips. Sucks clit. First oral ever. Legs shake. Grip his hair. Finger fucks deep, twists wild. ‘Julien… cumming!’ Muscles clench. Squeeze his head. Waves crash. Not like solo. Brutal. He slows. Emerges grinning.
The Raw Explosion
‘Your turn?’ ‘No. Tonight’s you.’ Kisses me. Tastes my pussy. Grabs hand. Drags to empty conference room. Door locks. Clothes fly. His chest hairy, fit. Boxer tents huge. 18cm cock, thick. Scary big. ‘Gentle,’ he says. I stroke. French kiss deep.
Condom on. Pushes legs back. Tongue on clit again. Bliss. ‘Ready?’ ‘Fuck me. Make me a woman.’ Grips shaft. Presses head to hole. Lips part. Stretches slow. Hits hymen. Pushes. Pain rips. Groan. Fills me balls deep. ‘Move.’ Slow thrusts speed up. Pussy grips tight. ‘Faster… harder!’
Sucks tits. Pounds. I pinch nipples. Flips me doggy. Ass up. Slams in. Balls slap wet. Clack-clack. Grips hips. Fucks brutal. Rub clit. Double fire. ‘Cumming!’ He groans. Fills condom. Collapses.
‘Not virgin anymore.’ Kiss. He dresses. Kisses pussy. Leaves. I straighten skirt. Wipe sweat. Perfume masks sex smell. Back to desk. Tomorrow, he crashes on couch in lounge. Act normal. But crave his tongue again.