Printer whirs endlessly in the corner. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume – and sweat. Strong, animal sweat. No time for a shower this morning. Rushed from last night’s frenzy with Bertrand. Volleyball team star. The setter who crashed into me under the net. His hands on my drenched body. That smell. Ours. Electric.
Open space buzzes. Colleagues hunch over dossiers. I glance up. Bertrand’s eyes lock mine across desks. New guy. Same village. Carpool tease. His gaze burns. Knows my secrets. Hairy calves. Bushy pits. Natural redhead wildness. I shift. Skirt hikes. No panties today. His gift from me. Musky token in his pocket.
Tension Builds in the Open Space
Heart pounds. Board meeting soon. My marketing pitch. Stress coils tight. But lust twists harder. He mouths ‘conference room.’ Now. I nod. Subtle. Grab files. Rise. Heels click on tiles. Follow him. Door swings. We slip in. Click. Locked.
Adrenaline surges. Risk of interruption. Boss could knock. Hierarchy crumbles here. My serious pro mask cracks. Hidden slut emerges. He grabs me. Mouth crashes. Tongues battle. Coffee breath, sweat tang. ‘Fuck, Sophie, you reek delicious. No shower?’ ‘Rushed for you, pig. Smell my pits.’ Arms up. Chignon loosens. Red curls tumble. He buries face in hairy underarms. Licks sweat. ‘Mmm, wild rousse. Excites my cock.’
Hands yank blouse. Buttons pop. Massive D-cups spill free. Nipples hard. He sucks. Bites. I groan. Printer hums outside. Distant voices. Door rattles? No. Safe. Skirt flips up. Bare ass out. He kneels. Nose to bush. ‘God, your hairy cunt. Piss, sweat, juice.’ Tongue dives. Slurps fat lips. Sucks clit. Legs shake. ‘Eat me, Bertrand. Like volleyball crash.’ Fingers probe. Two. Three. Gush.
Table edge digs thighs. Bend over. Files scatter. He stands. Zipper rasps. Cock springs. Thick. Smelly from day. ‘Suck it, office whore.’ I drop. Swallow deep. Balls slap chin. Gags echo. ‘Your pre-cum. Salty.’ He pulls hair. Fucks throat. Tears stream.
Raw Explosion on the Conference Table
Can’t wait. ‘Fuck my hole. Now.’ Ass up. He rams. One thrust. Balls deep. Table creaks. Pounds hard. Tits swing wild. Mirror wall reflects. My eyes roll. ‘Yes, stretch my hairy pussy!’ Slaps echo. Wet smacks. ‘Your sweat drips on me. Love it.’ Faster. Desk shakes. Mouse clicks outside mock us. Coffee wafts under door.
Builds. Tight. ‘Gonna cum!’ ‘Fill me, bastard!’ He grunts. Jets hot. Floods deep. I shatter. Clench. Scream muffled. Waves crash. Collapse. Panting.
Cum leaks. Quick wipe with panties. Stuff in purse. Skirt down. Blouse buttons fumbled. Chignon pinned tight. Makeup check. Innocent smile. He zips. Adjusts tie. Kiss quick. ‘Back to drones.’ Unlock. Door opens casual.
Step out. Heels steady. Open space stares? No. Back to desk. Dossiers neat. Printer whirs approval. Board meeting next. Smile pro. Legs quiver inside. Cum squelches. Secret thrill. Hierarchy bows to my lust. Bertrand winks across. Next risk calls.