Boss’s office door clicks locked. Printer hums low. Coffee aroma clashes with my perfume. Marc slumps at his desk. Beard wild. Bathrobe over slacks. Wreck since wife ditched him for his buddy. Working remote turned hermit. I barge in. Shake him hard. ‘No sinking into depression. Shower. Now.’ He stumbles to exec bathroom. Obeys. Emerges shaved, fresh. I hug tight. Press kiss to his cheek. Firm. We talk. Heartache. Low morale. ‘Paul’s away all week, sales routes. I’ll tidy this pigsty desk. Keep you company.’ Next days, I show. Half-time admin gig lets me. Dust files. Bend for low drawers. Thighs flex firm under skirt. Pregnant tits swing heavy in blouse. Open-space glances across partitions. His eyes devour. Caught staring my ass. I smirk. Amused. Lets tension simmer. Two weeks. Adrenaline spikes. Risk of colleague knock. Coffee refills. Perfume lingers. Mouse clicks echo nervous. One morning, cleaning base cabinets. Bent deep. Skirt rides up. Feel his gaze burn my cheeks. Tug fabric higher. Bare ass flashes. No panties. ‘Long time no fuck, eh? Horny watching me?’ He blushes. Apologizes. ‘Wanna bang if not for Paul.’ I drop panties fully. Lean on desk. Big belly sways. ‘Fuck me doggy. Best with this gut. Tire your shot. I wait week for Paul.’ Heart hammers. He strips fast. Cock throbs stiff. ‘Stroke my ass first.’ Palms glide skin. Fingers trace back, hips, cheeks. Dip to clit. Pussy lips. ‘Yes. Wet me. Roll clit hard.’ Moan builds. ‘Eat my cunt first?’ ‘Hell yes.’ Kneels. Tongue laps folds. Lips suck clit. Inch by inch devoured. Gyrations. Thighs quake. Long guttural groan. Cum crashes. Spasms rip. He rises. Grips hips. Slides cock slow. Inch by thick inch. ‘Fuck, big. Hard. Pound my pussy now.’ Desk creaks. Thrusts gentle first. Build power. Slaps echo. Printer whirs covers gasps. ‘Love my ass stares? Wanted this cock in?’ ‘Yes.’ Harder. Savage. ‘Gonna cum.’ ‘Fill me deep!’ Seed erupts. Triggers mine. ‘Yesss! Stay buried.’ Panting slows. I spin. Grin wide. ‘Good release?’ ‘Fuck yes. Paul?’ Chat spills. Open couple. He saw no visitors. Knew I got horny pregnant. Me spying his lusty looks. Paul jerked to idea. ‘Be his sex-friend. Common up north.’ Scruples faded. Accepted. Readjust skirt. Smooth blouse. Fix hair. ‘Meeting now.’ Stride out calm. Mask on. Pro smile. Back to open-space. No trace. Next day, strong coffee. Bacon egg plate. Maple pancakes. Canadian touch. ‘Called Paul. Detailed every thrust. He stroked off hard. Happy for us. “Enjoy his dick. Make him love your pussy.”‘ Pounce. Yank skirt. Devour cunt. Scream orgasm. She sucks cock greedy. Gags deep. Swallows hot load. ‘New cum taste. Yum.’ Re-hardens quick. Lube anus slick. ‘Fuck my ass now. Never Paul. Too rough risk baby. Deflower shithole.’ Slow probe. ‘Ram it. Wreck my ring.’ Pounds build. Orgasms chain. Near blackout. Ass gapes. Cum oozes. Paul visits Friday. Watches full show. Blowjob. Missionary. Doggy. Anal finale. Lessive. Continued wild. Till Quebec transfer. Tears with Paul, me, baby Marion, Marc.