My office door clicks shut. Karine struts in, leather miniskirt glued to her tight ass. Fishnets climb her thighs. Silk top clings, nipples poking through. No bra. Red lips smirk. Heart slams chest. Pussy clenches, juices soak my panties already. The bitch knows my weakness.
She flops into the chair. Legs cross high. Garters flash. Bare skin above. ‘Your cunt’s crying for me, Magali. Feel it?’ Voice husky. Eyes lock mine. Heat rushes south. Nipples harden, ache against blouse. Thighs rub, slick friction builds. Flashback hits: last time, her tongue devouring my clit, fingers slamming my ass. I squirted, face-fucked her hard. Body trembles now.
The Awakening Surge
Decide. Bastien’s cock filling me. Séverine’s soft tits in my mouth. Can’t lose them. This fire? Tempting. Thrilling. Forbidden bee wants to buzz my flower again. But no. Grip desk edge. Breathe deep. Her scent hits—musky, aroused.
She leans forward. ‘Association needs a bi prez. You. Cocks and cunts. Perfect.’ Stands slow. Fingers hike skirt. No panties. Shaved pussy lips glisten, swollen. Clit peeks, begging. ‘Wanna taste? I’m dripping.’ Spreads legs. Fingers part folds. Wet strings stretch. Pussy throbs visibly.
My mouth waters. Knees weaken. Want to drop, lap her up. Tongue-fuck that tight hole. Make her scream. Hand twitches toward her. Cunt pulses, floods chair. But voices echo: Bastien’s trust. Séverine’s love. Julien’s new openness. Stop.
The Raw Denial Rush
She steps closer. Breath hot on neck. ‘Last time you gushed on my face. Fingers deep in your shithole. Admit it—you crave my rough.’ Hand grazes my thigh. Electric. I shove back. ‘No, Karine. Got my man, my girl. This ends.’ Voice shakes. But firm.
Her eyes widen. Laughs low. ‘Feisty. Knew you’d squirm.’ Drops skirt. Blows kiss. ‘Door’s open if they dump you.’ Sashays out. Ass sways hypnotic. Door thuds.
Alone. Collapse in chair. Panties ruined, sticky mess. Skirt hikes. Fingers dive in. Rub swollen clit furious. Imagine her anyway—tongue on mine, scissoring hard. Orgasm rips. Juices squirt, soak hand. Gasp, shudder. Waves crash, forbidden high.
Reality snaps back. Wipe up. Fix makeup. Proud. Tempted to fuck a stranger’s pussy again. Almost caved. But held line. Thrill pulses deeper than cum. Secret power: eyed the abyss, stepped back. Bisexual fire burns, but I control it now. Bastien tonight. His cock owns me. Séverine tomorrow. Her wetness mine. This denial? Hottest rush yet. No one knows. My dirty victory.