Red Confession: Pregnant Boss’s Forbidden Office Blaze

Monday morning. New desk in the glass-walled office. DRH introduces me to Sandra. Red hair cascades mid-length. Late thirties, radiant. Pale skin flawless. Hazel eyes soft, peaceful. Pregnant belly swells under her dress. Perfect breasts, firm. She smiles. We settle in.

Days blur. She shares her desk. Gentle boss. Rare words, but eyes lock often. Alliance on finger. Kid’s photo. Married mom-to-be. Her softness disarms me. Used to harsh chiefs. Tenderness stirs something deep.

The Fever Ignites

Afternoon impulse. Fetch cool water. Hand it over. ‘Drink for baby.’ I blush crimson. Heart races. She later confesses: that sparked it.

Next day, hot coffee waits. Her note. She calls from meeting. Checks on me. Returns starving. I dash for Greek sandwich, orange juice. Lie about coffee run.

Mayo drips on her belly. She dabs frantically. I grab wet sponge. Rub gently. Feel hard belly under fabric. Intimate touch. Unasked. Stop abruptly. Eyes down. Silence thickens. Air hums with unspoken hunger.

Night falls. Winter dark. Last ones. Her phone: husband worries. She promises soon. We leave. Pitch-black corridor. She stumbles. Arm around waist. Hold tight. She grabs my hand. Stops. Whispers: ‘Finish it. Dare something. I can’t start. If I hate it, no hard feelings.’

Neck kiss. Arms wrap me. Lips find hers in dark. Deep, devouring kiss. Flames erupt. Hands under dress. Stroke massive belly. Up to breasts. Knead firm. Lips fused.

She sheds dress in corridor. Kneel. Worship belly with kisses.

‘Back to office. No lights. Call husband—fake meeting. I’m losing it. You drive me wild.’

Embrace. Endless kisses. Unhook bra. Falls. Suck nipples. Skin tastes divine. Slide panties down. Naked glory in streetlight glow. Seven-and-half-month belly. Heavy tits. Trim red bush.

I strip. Cock soft, waiting permission. Bodies press. Tender caresses. Her hand strokes me tentatively. Signal given. Hardens fast.

Ashes and Eternal Flame

She kneels awkwardly. Gentle suck. Tender lips pleasure her as much. Can’t let her strain. Lift her. Sit in her chair. Cock up. She straddles slow. Sink onto me. Heat engulfs.

Caress tits. Squeeze harder. Milk beads from nipples. Belly round, hot. Fingers graze clit. Swells. She moans soft, internal waves.

She cums quiet. Rises. Sucks more. Whispers: ‘Anal? Husband says no. Hormones crave it.’

On all fours. Spread cheeks. Saliva lube. Fingers first. Ease in slow. Spasms. Pull back? She pushes onto me. Full hilt. Slow rhythm. Hips sync. ‘More, yes.’ Pubes slap. Peaks build.

Tension mounts. Switch. ‘Cum inside. Spread pussy.’ She obeys. Thrust deep. Hunt G-spot. Frenzy. One minute. Explode together. Seed floods her.

She turns. Sucks softening cock clean.

Light blasts. Door flies. Cleaner with vacuum. ‘Oh! Pregnant too! Sorry!’ Flees.

Laughter. Embrace despite belly. Skin still scorches. Dress slow. Kisses linger.

Fears gossip. I soothe: cleaners invisible. She drives me home. Whispers of ‘late meetings’ weekends.

Idyll burns hotter. Even maternity eve. Sneak in. Fuck in bathroom. Post-birth, both fired. But reunite for her pregnancies. Amants again. Sweet sin. Vice eternal. Skin remembers heat. Hearts race forever.