Sunday morning. La Défense tower. My office. Empty building. Heart pounds as I slip into leather skirt, sheer blouse, no bra. Stockings, garter belt, black silk panties. High heels click. I wait for him. The note I left yesterday—on my wet panties in his drawer—did its job. He arrives. Codes work. Door opens. We kiss deep, tongues hunting yesterday’s tastes. Coffee steams. I perch on the desk. He asks: stockings or tights? I tease back. Garter, of course. For you.
He pulls me between his legs in my chair. Hands flat on desk. Offered. Skirt hikes slow. Bare thighs above stockings. Garter clips gleam. Panties damp already. He unhooks, peels skirt. Ass exposed to Paris skyline. Seine glitters below. Sun warms my skin. He sniffs my panties. Presses to my nose. I inhale my own musk. Then in my mouth. Muffled. His face buries. Tongue circles my pink hole. Saliva drips. Glasses arms probe. Montblanc pen slides in. Smooth, cold. Finger follows. Thumb. I moan through silk.
The Awakening Rush
He strips. Frees my mouth. I suck him slick. Thumb widens me. Natural. I beg: Fuck my ass! He enters slow. Fills me. Balls slap. I scream. Deeper. He grips hips. Watches tits swing. I cum hard. He flips me. Face-to-face. Legs over shoulders. Eyes lock. Bites lip. I shatter again. He unloads deep inside. Cum floods my guts. Hot. Sticky.
We pant. Slip on panties. Pizza reheats. I fetch fresh lace ones. He helps pull up. Sniffs the soaked pair. Makes me smell. Lunch chats. No ‘fuck’ talk, he rules. Coffee slow. Tension builds.
His turn to direct. Stockings on. Heels. Pace my office blindfolded with spare nylons. Knees on armrests. Hands behind neck. Tits out. Fingers tease nipples. Hard. Sighs turn growls. Pinch. Twist. I cum untouched. Mouth claims mine. Salty deep kiss. Hands in panties. Front. Back. Fingers fuck both holes. Thumb in ass. Legs quake. He tastes me. Feeds me my juice. I buck. Orgasm rips.
Raw Forbidden Act
Bent forward. Legs spread. Fingers raid pussy. Tongue laps ass. On all fours. Carpet thick. Wolf pose. Hands roam crack. Tease tits. Tongue drills anus. Cock rubs calves. Kiss lifts chin. Then his dick at lips. Blind suck. Sloppy. He fingers me from behind. I gasp: Fuck me hard.
On back. Legs vertical. Pussy devoured. Lips sucked. I explode. He mounts. Piles in. Deep thrusts. I yell filth. Cum together. Ropes pulse.
Pizza break. Fresh panties. Chat light. Phone rings. Hubby. Early return. I answer. Bent over desk. Jerome behind. Fingers play. Cock hardens. I stretch call. Normal or anal? Normal. He slides in pussy. Quiet pumps. I cough to cover moans. Grip phone tight. He rails steady. I cum stifled. Hang up. He pounds. I peak again. Switch. I ride reverse cowgirl. Then face him. Tits graze. Empale. Grind wild. Milk him dry. Eyes burn as he erupts.
Lick him clean. Tastes us. He dresses. Gone. I tidy. Pool time. Chlorine scrubs cum, sweat, ass funk. Home. Hubby waits. Legs spread tonight. Missionary bore. But fresh. My secret throbs. Anal echoes. Cheater’s glow.