Victoria burst out laughing. Balou stared, stunned. I kept my cool, heart racing. Door locks clicked shut behind us—final, echoing in the empty corridors. Stale coffee scent mixed with my perfume, thick in the air.
‘You know we’re stuck, darling,’ he said, annoyed. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
The Building Tension
‘Stop it. There’s a way out, right? Or you’ll take my assaults all night.’
We roamed halls. Half-hour later, trapped for the weekend. Silence fell. Tension crackled. No more laughs. Printer hummed faintly downstairs. Mouse clicks ghosts in the dark open-space.
‘Stay zen. Can’t smash glass—alarms. Wait for night guards.’ Balou muttered. Didn’t want colleagues spotting us Monday.
‘My family’s waiting, Darling,’ I purred, pressing against him. Body heat cut the chill. ‘But this? Desert island with my boss. Hot, right?’
Hand slid to his ass. Firm cheeks under slacks. He jolted.
‘What the—?’
‘Relax, handsome. Party’s on. Whole night ahead. Show me your office. Fridge stocked?’
‘Terrible woman, Vicky.’
‘Hate ball-less guys.’
Grabbed his zipper. Bulge throbbed. ‘Mmm, balls full again, Darling.’
He thought me drunk. Crazy bitch. But eyes burned.
Second floor. Key rattled lock. Open-space yawned—phone desks, huge windows. Streetlights glowed countryside, town lights twinkling. Coffee aroma lingered, my perfume sharper now.
‘Fuck me on your desk. Ass print for your mornings. Quick, Darling—now!’
‘But Vicky…’
‘No buts!’
Lunged. Tore his shirt buttons popping. Pants down, kicked aside. Kneeled. Gobbled cock violent—deep throat, slurping loud in quiet office. Fantasized suited men forever. Now real, his pro turf.
He slumped in chair. I sucked wild, tongue swirling. He shut eyes, groaning. Grew thick in hot mouth.
‘Fuck me doggy, boss!’
Bent over desk. Spread cheeks—pussy dripping, bare slit gleaming. Pushed keyboard clatter. Arched back, heels clicking tile.
‘God, Vicky—irresistible.’
Glans teased clit. Slid slick seconds. I bucked—’Now!’
Thrust slammed home.
‘Aaaah!’
Pounded hard. Belly smacked desk edge. Didn’t care. Filled deep—ramming soul. Drool pooled on blotter. Orgasms ripped screams. Body twisted wild.
Dress ripped—fabric shred. Hands kneaded ass. Fingers plunged tight asshole.
Double stuffed. Howled louder. Sweat slicked desk, coffee scent drowned in sex musk.
‘Cum in my ass, Darling—yes!’
‘All fours—carpet!’
Explosive Release on the Desk
No words left. Fever gripped us. Aimed rosebud. Slammed anal—no mercy. Gripped hips. Slow glides first—torment. Built frenzy. Pussy fingers, tits pinched hard.
Sweat sheened bodies. Streetlight shadows danced. Gasps echoed like clics.
Scratched carpet. Knees burned. Tears joy. Climax tsunami—wild scream. He fought, but convulsed me milked. Savage load flooded ass. Primal roar.
Collapsed on me. Still buried. Kissed neck, back. Tongued ears. Loved his weight—power, submission.
I rose as he hit john. Nude but heels, black fishnets. Strutted desks. Posed lewd in window glare. Sat blotters—’Guys sniff my pussy Monday.’ Thrill spiked.
‘Dress, Vicky! Guards see—cops! Dancing windows? Busted.’
‘Joykill! Dance with Vicky.’
Nude grind. Foot rubbed calf like stroke. Hands on hips—shiver. Lips crashed. Tongues battled. Slow grind—tits mashed shirt, nipples sparked tingles.
‘Cum between tits?’ Whisper hot.
Flat back. Squeezed globes—nipples stabbed air.
‘Imagine cock trapped there.’
Kneeled. Licked belly, navel. Sucked tits endless—baby hungry. Jerked him while he nursed.
‘Big baby—suck Vicky.’
Multiple silent orgasms—sensitive peaks. He oblivious, lost.
Straddled chest. Titfucked slow. Balls slapped belly. Watched purple head peek.
Tongue out—begged cream.
Vision snapped him. Jets blasted—neck, throat coated hot. Swallowed show.
Scooped, fed him fingers. He sucked greedy, jerked more.
Grinned. Naked exec wanking over me. Nails trailed thighs. Probed ass.
Dropped doggy. Fingers deep—prostate hunt. Wrist blurred. Moaned beast.
‘Satyre stud—love it!’
Trembled. Pulled out—jets arced thighs, belly. Echoed roars.
3am. Torch flickered. Emergency door—creak.
Cold night slapped. Free! Robe shreds, his jacket warmth.
Parking empty. Steps crunched gravel.
‘Where you headed, Balou—with your sweetie?’
Froze. That voice. Sweat iced neck…
To be continued.