I’m Serena. Anonymous here. Sitting in my office, fury boiling. Sabrina parades Sylvère like a trophy. That ripped body, those piercing eyes. He’s hers? Fuck that. I’ve stolen every guy she’s had. Herb’s pimply dick. Friedrich’s pretty gaze. Freddy’s tricks. Lars’s smooth talk. All mine first. Now her prize stud? My pussy aches just thinking. Note on desk: Sylvère coming for tour pitch. Perfect. Heart races. Thighs clench. This is it. The ultimate steal. Forbidden rush hits hard. Nipples stiffen under silk blouse. I need his cock. Now.
Door opens. He strides in, godlike. Muscles flex under tight shirt. Smells like fresh sweat and cologne. Eyes lock. I stand, arms out. ‘Sylvère, bad day.’ Eyes red from fake tears. Bank bullshit, company crumbling. He hugs me. Strong arms wrap tight. Chest hard against my tits. Heat surges between legs. ‘Comfort me,’ I whisper. Lips brush his neck. He stiffens. ‘Sabrina…’ Bullshit. Hand slides down his back. Grab ass. Firm. Pull him closer. ‘Fuck her. Fuck me.’ Lips crash. Tongue invades. He groans, resists then caves. Hands rip my blouse. Buttons fly. Bra snaps off. Tits bounce free. He sucks nipple hard. Bite. Pain shoots straight to clit.
The Burning Decision
Push him to couch. Kneel. Yank zipper. Cock springs out. Thick, veined, throbbing. Pre-cum beads tip. Mouth waters. Swallow deep. Gulp halfway, gag. Saliva drips chin. He grabs hair. Thrusts. ‘Suck it, slut.’ Choke. Tears stream. Balls slap chin. Wet slurps fill room. Stand. Skirt hikes up. No panties. Pussy soaked, lips swollen. Bend over desk. Papers scatter. He grips hips. Cockhead teases slit. ‘Beg.’ ‘Fuck me hard, stud. Ruin me.’ Slams in. Balls deep. Stretch burns sweet. Walls grip tight. Pounds relentless. Desk shakes. Ass jiggles with each slap. ‘Your pussy’s mine.’ Sweat drips. Fingers dig bruises. Clit throbs. Rub furious. Orgasm builds. Screams echo. Cum explodes. Juices squirt. Legs shake. He grunts. Fills me. Hot spurts deep. Collapse. Panting. Bliss.
Door crashes open. Sabrina storms in. Rodolphe, banker, secretary trail. Then Herb, Lars, Freddy, Friedrich pile in. Naked. Cum leaks thighs. Sylvère covers cock. Shame burns. But pussy pulses still. Aftershocks ripple. They stare. Sabrina smirks. ‘Caught, bitch.’ Humiliation floods. Yet thrill lingers. I dared. Stole him mid-fuck. Best orgasm ever. Heart hammers. Rodolphe glares. Life crumbles. Divorce. Job gone. But that cock… worth it. Secret high. No one knows the rush inside. Transgression owns me. I’d do it again. Anonymous forever.