Late night in the warehouse office. Everyone gone. I’m Laurence, 33, single by choice. Petite firecracker in a man’s world. Surfing Revebebe, devouring a hot story. Young slut submits to older lover. Flashes her pussy in a restaurant. My cunt twitches. Then René bursts in. My boss. Tall, lanky brunette pushing 50. Wedding ring glints. Sympathetic vibe, but macho as fuck. Smokes by the door. ‘Still here, Laurence? Problems?’ Nah. Just my pussy aching from the tale. Idea hits like lightning. Why not him? Right now.
I swivel. ‘Wanna see what I’m doing?’ He saunters over, cig dangling. Peers at screen. ‘Damn, you don’t get bored.’ I spin the yarn. Girl strips undies, spreads for strangers. His eyes light up. ‘You into that?’ Fuck yes. Excites me to tease cocks. His fly bulges. I spot it. He does too. ‘What about you, René? What gets you hard?’ ‘Naughty sluts like you.’ Close now. Hand on his zipper. Down it goes. Pull out his thick cock, semi-hard. ‘Wanna taste?’ He nods. I suck. Deep. He swells fast. ‘Fuck, what a cocksucker. Love dick, huh?’ Damn right. Big ones like yours.
The Awakening: Temptation Strikes
Hard as steel. ‘Fuck me on your desk. Dreamed of it since interview.’ ‘Slut. First, strip like her. No panties, no bra.’ Game on. I peel off thong, bra. Unbutton blouse. Hike skirt. Lipstick, perfume. His office. He’s in the big chair. I strut in. Tits perky, small but pointy. Spread for him. Bush on show. ‘Hire me, boss?’ Fingers my fur. Electric jolt. I’m soaked. He’s giant, two meters. I’m barely 1.50. Turns me feral.
He stands. Drops pants. Hairy beast. Flips me on desk. Skirt up. Plunges in raw. No foreplay needed. Brutal thrusts. Animal power. Pounds me senseless. Flips positions. Desk shakes. Then impales me on his lap. I ride wild. Tits bounce. Cum crashes over me. He pulls out. Kneels me on carpet. Blasts ropes of hot cum on my face. Thick, endless spurts. Joy floods me. ‘Fuck, you’re good.’ Wipe some, suck him clean. Phone rings. His wife. He answers. I keep sucking. Quiet slurps. ‘Yeah honey, finishing up. Be home soon. Love you.’ Bullshit. I drain his balls dry.
The Act: Brutal Passion Explodes
Strip naked. Rip his shirt. Chew hairy nipples. He dives in. Tongue on clit. Fingers deep. I explode again. But he’s raging hard. Fucks me savage. Desk, chair, floor. Cums buckets inside? No, pulls for face again? Wait, second round pure lust. Spent, I dress. ‘Hired?’ ‘Permanent.’ Grab panties? Nah, leave ’em. Hallway nod. ‘Night.’ Drive home pantyless. Glowing. Juices dripping.
Days pass. No repeat. He dodges. Wife issues? Gave him the site link. If he reads, I’m ready. But plenty fish. Secret thrill lingers. That forbidden fuck? Pure bliss. No regrets.