Sweat beads on my neck as I stride through ANRET’s endless corridors. Heart races. Jacques hasn’t touched me in weeks. Fuck him. Franck’s waiting in our lab. My pussy twitches at the thought. Retinal scan beeps. Door hisses open. Power surges through me. Only five of us enter here. Franck’s already wiring the time distortion cabin. Ladder perched high, ass flexing. I slide into the control seat, blueprints spread. Directing cables. He inches closer. Inches. Until he’s right above me.
“Pass the #5 cruci, Marie?” Voice gruff. I nod, stand. He ogles my tits from up there. I feel his stare burn. Dive for the tool. Return. Boom. Pants around ankles. Cock dangling, thick and heavy. Invitation clear. This is our game. Since the HR fuck that landed my job. Hand over the screwdriver. Arm drops. Fingers graze his hairy belly. Balls swing low. Shaft twitches. Excitement coils in my gut. Illicit. Raw. No one knows. Jacques suspects nothing.
The Rush of Forbidden Heat
Palm circles his base. Tease thighs. Brush sack. Cock swells without touch. Veins pulse. Lengthens. Hardens. Grows to full mast. Gland pops free, shiny. Grip it. Stroke slow. Skin slides silky. He sertis wires, grunts. Ignores me like I’m air. But hips buck subtle. I love this power. Making my boss throb mid-work. Lean in. Lips part. Tongue flicks tip. Salty pre-cum. Swallow him deep. Throat stretches. Suck hard. Bob fast. His free hand fists my hair.
Sucking and Stripping in the Machine
He finishes. Steps down. Cock pops wet from my mouth. I pump firm. He rips my blouse. Buttons fly. Dress next. Lace bra snaps off. Tits bounce free, nipples stiff. Panty last. String hits floor. Naked now. Vulnerable. Horny as fuck. He kicks pants free outside cabin. Stumbles. “Fuck!” Hops one-legged. Grabs for balance. Wrong lever. White flash blinds me. Electricity screams. Body rips apart. No pain. Just void. Swoosh.
Eyes adjust to dim safety lights. Franck blinks, dazed. My clothes scattered. Panties clutched in his fist. He sniffs them deep. My scent. Lab dark. Console blinks: July 25, 1637. Shit. Four centuries back. Naked. Alone. Adrenaline spikes. Pussy still slick from the suck-off. What the fuck just happened? Heart hammers. But thrill hits harder. Ultimate taboo. Fucked my boss, got zapped to history nude. No one knows this rush. Jacques? He’ll come. Maybe. Secret burns sweet. I did it. Crossed every line. Alive with forbidden fire.