Red Confession: Boss’s Cock Claims My Ass and Hers in the Office Inferno

The office door clicks shut. Heart hammers. I kneel on the leather chair, skirt hiked, ass arched high. Gel slicks my fingers, anus yields easy now, two weeks of daily stretching. Black hair cascades down my back, sweat beads on skin. Varmois types, ignores my offering at first. Then his hand spreads me. Gland presses, hot, thick. Slides in deep, rectum grips. We talk deals—Singapore, Chinese bids—while he pumps steady, out almost free, slamming home. Pulse races. Brilliance pours from him, genius sharpened by my hole’s clutch. Heat builds low, forbidden throb in my core. He laughs, asks if I feel it. I bite silence. But inside, fire licks.

Lucie enters. Blonde, pale tits heaving free, jeans tangled at knees. String clings to her mound. He pulls from me, cock slick, glistening. Orders her fingers in my ass—three, rough, nails scrape. Rage flares, but I hold still. She fumbles, trembles. I snap, slap her cheek red. Mistake. Now she bends over desk, ass up. I spit on her pink pucker, finger it open—one, two, three, four. She writhes, moans. Fesses redden under my palm. Slaps echo, her hips buck. My cunt floods, thighs slick. Varmois watches, strokes himself slow. His hand dives under my skirt, finds my drip. Shame burns. He knows.

The Fever Ignites

He mounts her, but needs lube. I straddle desk, legs splayed over her back, pussy dripping onto her hole. His cockhead rubs my lips, electric jolt. Plunges in—first time vaginal—stretches me full. Waves crash, I tremble, bite lip bloody. Orgasms rips silent, legs quake. He pulls out, slick with me, rams her ass. She howls, ‘You encul me!’ Bucks wild, cums screaming. He unloads deep in her guts. Jealousy claws me. I need it.

Kneel again, ass begs. He takes me hard, but pulls out—’You disappointed me.’ Finishes in her instead. Now she squats over my face, cheeks spread. Anus winks, his thick cum oozes hot, salty ropes into my open mouth. Tongue probes, cleans her ring, last drops swallowed. Bitter, burning throat. Skin still scorches, heart thuds slow. He sits, demands memo. Tokyo closes soon. I rise, taste lingers, addiction hooks deep. Her blonde ass got his seed. Mine craves next. Cool facade cracks, but I type. Fire smolders, waiting.