The elevator dings softly at the third floor. Dim hallway light flickers. Polished wood doors line the chic building. Neighbors asleep below, oblivious. I clutch roses, heart thumping. Ring Laurence’s bell. Hurried steps inside. Door cracks open. Not Laurence. Véronique, my secretary. Glasses perched, long chestnut hair loose. Tailleur hugs her curves. ‘Enter,’ she whispers, cheeks flushing. Surprised. ‘You? The surprise?’ She nods, timid smile. Step in. Past entry hall, cozy salon glows. Table set for three, candles flicker. Parquet creaks underfoot. ‘Laurence finishing up,’ Véronique murmurs. Voices low. Walls thin here. Neighbors could hear. Laurence sweeps in, brunette curls bouncing, ample tits straining blouse. Kisses my cheek. ‘Evening, boss.’ Champagne pops quietly. We sink into couches. Legs cross. Her white lace garters peek. Véronique’s nylon sheen. Eyes lock. Tension builds. ‘Strip dinner,’ Laurence breathes. ‘Clothes off per course. Neighbors none the wiser.’
Jackets first. Fabric rustles. Hers slides off, revealing balconette bra. Mine tossed aside. Véro hesitates, then complies. Blouse unbuttons slow. Parquet groans as she shifts. Entrées served. Hands brush thighs under table. Second course: shirts. My chest bare. Their bras tease—lace sheer on Véro’s pert tits, nipples hardening. Skirts drop next. Laurence’s white stockings, garters taut. Véro’s black lace tops, red garter belt framing her ass. Pants gone. My cock strains slip. Table shakes faintly. ‘Jerk it,’ Laurence hisses, handing bowl. ‘Cum for us.’ Slip down. Fist pumps. They watch, whispering filth. ‘Look at boss’s thick cock.’ Véro pinches nipples free. Laurence fingers herself discreetly. Moans muffled. Floor creaks with my strokes. Cum spurts into bowl. She milks last drops. Kitchen clink. Back with sorbet. ‘Apple cum shot.’ Spoon it up. Salty sweet on tongue. Neighbors stir? No. Panties off. Bras too. They’re in stockings, garters, heels. Me naked. Dessert: Chantilly on tits. Lick Véro’s cream-smeared nipples. Laurence creams my cock for Véro’s suck. Banana split heaven—her lips slurp, tongue swirls balls. Then Laurence’s shaved pussy, Chantilly-drizzled. Devour her clit. Véro sucks me deep. Orgasms build. Muffled cries. ‘Fuck, boss.’ Pussy clench. Threesome erupts. I pound Véro’s wet slit on couch. ‘Ram me, sir.’ Laurence straps on dildo, pegs her from behind. Double stuffed. She screams into pillow. Walls vibrate? Hush. Switch. Eat Laurence’s ass while Véro rims me. God, her tongue probes. Cum again, swallowed greedy.
The Hallway Encounter
Bodies slick, spent. Clock ticks past midnight. Dress hurried. Whispers fade. Slip out door. Hallway empty, but stairs echo. Heart hammers. Parquet sighs under shoes. Descend slow. Second floor door cracks—neighbor peeks? Hold breath. Pass without glance. Street cool. Secret burns inside. Neighbors dream on. Our filthy night, locked tight.