Monday morning. Coffee spills everywhere. ‘Fuck!’ I yell. Week ahead sucks. I’m Pierre Bouffard, 36, scrawny doc, balding, no game with women. Parents forced medicine on me. Dreamed of trucking, free roads. But no. Now, cold parking lot. Car sputters, finally roars. Hate winter chill.
At the building, gorgeous girl asks for Dr. Bouffard. ‘That’s me!’ I joke lame. She smiles polite. Mlle Sabadi, appointment. Elevator to 15th. Hate this death trap. Doors shut. Jerk. Stops between floors.
The Awakening: Tension Builds in the Shaft
Panic hits. Alarm dead. Her phone? Forgot it. I’m sweating, freaking. She calms me, explains cables. I snap. She laughs hysterics. Tension crackles. Heat rises. Her tits inches from my face. Small space, bodies close. Sweat drips. Excitement stirs. Forbidden spark ignites.
I fake faint. She slaps, then lips crash mine. Tongue invades, sweet spit. I play dead. Zipper down. Soft hand grips cock. Strokes firm, nails white polish. Hard instantly. I grope her heavy tits. She ignores, sucks.
Pretend weak longer. But fuck, her mouth. Tongue flicks head. Then deep throat, violent. Gobs of spit slick my shaft. I pinch nipples hard. She moans around cock.
Pulls off. ‘You love it, huh?’ ‘Fuck yes! Pound your pussy!’ Tongues battle, sloppy. She’s fire. Stands. ‘Undress me. Fuck my ass! Hurry!’ Shock. But balls-deep horny. Rip dress. Shreds tear loud, exciting. Haute couture rags now.
The Act: Raw, Sweaty Surrender
Lace panties white, soaked. Yank off. Pussy shaved, dripping. Dive in. Spit on clit, lick furious. Tongue fucks hole. She screams. ‘Eat it! Don’t stop! Gonna cum!’ Finger her tight ass, pump.
She drops doggy. ‘Ruin my ass, you dirty fuck! Love it?’ ‘Yes!’ Spit lube. Thrust in. Tight grip. Slap cheeks hard. Clap-clap-clap! She howls. ‘Deeper! Fuck my shithole!’ Pinch tits, tongue her mouth twisted.
Flips missionary. Pussy gushes. Slam in. ‘Like your cunt wrecked?’ ‘Yes! Rub clit!’ Thumb slick, circle fast. She squirts joy, body shakes.
Edge hits. ‘Cumming!’ Pulls out. Sucks greedy. Explode in mouth. Legs quake. Swallows most, shows load on tongue. ‘Taste your cum.’ Snowball kiss, sperm-saliva mess. She jerks soft dick.
Rescue yells. Doors open. Casual to office. Secretary Micheline nags. Two patients wait. Rush them quick. Sabadi enters. ‘Job application?’ She leaves. I flip. Fire Micheline fake rage. Chase her. ‘You’re hired! We’ll… collaborate great.’ Wink. Secret sealed. Thrill pulses. No one knows my dirty win.