I’m SĂ©bastien, 30, accountant checker in a big French firm. Single, avoiding office hookups. But Elisabeth? Blonde, 27, 1.70m, perky ass, small tits, plump lips, green eyes. Rumors say she fucked her way up fast. I don’t care. Today, her office. Late evening. Empty building. Adrenaline hits hard.
She locks the door. Black skirt clings tight, red blouse open, stockings sheer, boots sexy. ‘Didn’t finish the files,’ she purrs, straddling me. Skirt hikes up, bare thigh above lace tops. My hand slides under. She whispers, ‘Fuck me, and it’s forgotten.’ Cock hardens instantly. Forbidden rush. Colleague begging. I nod.
The Awakening
She kneels. Unzips me. Tongue flicks glans. Plump lips engulf. Deepthroats easy. Rhythm perfect—slow tease, then suck. Green eyes lock on mine. Licks balls, sucks them in. Grabs my hands for her hair. I thrust deep. Gagging slight, but she takes it. Cum builds. I fuck her throat. Explode. She swallows all, cleans dick spotless.
Straddles again. Drops bra. Small tits, pink nipples hard. I pinch, suck. Hands grip her firm ass, yank thong. She grinds. Cock revives. She strips skirt, thong. Shaved pussy glistens. Fingers it. ‘Like the view?’
Bends over desk. Ass spread. Grabs condom, lubes later. Mounts me. Wet heat swallows cock. Ondulates, moans rise. I grope tits, ass. She cums loud—real, not fake.
On desk edge, legs wide. I slam in. French kiss ravages—those lips! Vary pace: fast pounds, deep grinds. She claws me. ‘Don’t stop.’ Flip her. Doggy. Tease entrance. ‘Beg.’ ‘Fuck me! Pound my pussy!’
The Act and Secret
Thrust balls-deep. Desk shakes. Thumb anus—wet from her juices. Finger in. She grabs lube. ‘Anal too.’ Prep her hole. Gland pushes. Tight ring yields. Deeper. She gasps, pushes back. Fuck ass steady. So tight. Edge close.
‘Cum on face?’ Yes. Pull out. She kneels, sucks slow. Jerk over open mouth. Jets hit cheeks, lips. She swallows what lands, fingers clit to orgasm.
Clean up. She smiles, sperm-streaked. Wipes face. We dress. Back to work—like nothing. I help finish files till 11pm. Handshake goodbye. Professional.
Now? We nod in halls. Distant. But next delay? I’ll collect again. Her ‘talents.’ Thrill lingers. Secret power. No regrets. Pure forbidden bliss.