July in Paris. Office ghost town. Husbands cart kids to beaches. I’m Charlotte, marketing exec, tits perky from surgery, ambitious as hell. Skirt hiked mid-thigh, blouse unbuttoned just enough. Printer hums low. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume, thick and teasing.
Alex eyes me across open space. Tall, confident hunter type. Marine beside him, blonde bi babe in tight polo, shorts hugging ass. They chat projects. I sip espresso, legs crossed, feeling heat rise. No kids home. Phone silent. Pussy tingles at freedom.
Rising Tension in the Open Space
‘Hey Charlotte, join us?’ Marine smiles, voice honey. Alex nods, gaze dipping to cleavage. Heart races. ‘Sure, conference room. Quick brainstorm.’ Door clicks shut. Lock snaps. Air thickens. No one around. Summer silence.
We sit close. Dossiers shuffle. Thighs brush. Alex’s hand grazes knee. ‘You look hot today.’ Marine laughs. ‘Blood’s boiling this heat.’ Fingers trace skin. Skirt rides up. Breath quickens. Printer drones outside. My nipples harden. ‘Miss my husband?’ Alex whispers. I smirk. ‘Fuck no. Craving this.’ Tension coils tight.
Marine leans in, lips brush ear. ‘We see you, bourgeois slut under suit.’ Blouse buttons pop. Bra gleams white. Alex unhooks it. Tits spill free, firm orbs begging touch. He gropes, pinches nipples. I moan soft. Coffee breath, perfume haze. Door locked firm.
Alex strips shirt. Cock tents pants. Marine kneels, yanks zipper. ‘Suck him, Charlotte.’ I drop, mouth waters. Shaft thick, veiny. Lips wrap gland, tongue swirls. Slurp echoes. She fingers my slit, wet already. ‘Shaved pussy, ready whore.’ Fingers plunge. Juices drip.
Explosive Release on the Conference Table
Table clears. I bend over, ass up. Skirt flips. No panties. Alex rolls condom, rams cunt. Sloppy squelch. ‘Fuck, so wet.’ Pounds hard, desk shakes. Marine under me, tongue laps clit. Orgasms build fast. ‘Eat her ass,’ Alex grunts. She rims tight hole, spit slick.
I beg. ‘Fuck my ass. Stretch bourgeois hole.’ He pulls out, presses tip. Burns good. Inch by inch, balls deep. Gapes me wide. Slaps echo. ‘Take it, exec slut.’ Marine rides face, pussy grinds. Muffled cries. Cum sprays walls. Table creaks frantic.
Sweat drips. Bodies slap. I shatter first, walls clench cock. He roars, fills rubber. Marine squirts on tongue. Panting. Hearts pound. Clock ticks. Meeting soon.
Wipe sweat. Adjust bra, button blouse. Smooth skirt. Tits back in place. Mirror check: lipstick smeared, but subtle. Unlock door. Click. Step out. Printer hums. Mouse clicks resume. ‘Great brainstorm,’ Alex winks. Marine grins. Back to desks. Pro mask on. Lust simmers low. No one knows. Adrenaline buzzes. Afternoon meetings await. Pussy throbs happy.