Supply room. Dim light filters under the heavy fire door. Door slams. Locked tight. No key inside. Sophie and Stéphane trapped. Hearts pound. Air thick with paper dust. She spots tiny hole at eye level. Barely a pinprick. ‘Enlarge it,’ she whispers. Stéphane scratches at metal. Fingernails scrape. Grunts softly. Hole widens. Rusty edges bite. Sophie thrusts head through. Cool hallway air hits face. Fluorescent buzz overhead. Pushes shoulders. Waist. Stuck fast. Hips wedged. Skirt hikes up. Cherry print clings to ass. Exposed. Vulnerable. Stéphane stares from inside. Perfect view. ‘You okay?’ His voice muffled. ‘Fuck me,’ she breathes loud. Consent clear. Twice repeated. Door insulates nothing now.
He lifts skirt slow. Fabric whispers up thighs. Panties taut. One yank. Rip. Shredded cotton falls. Pussy bare. Already slick. He probes. One finger slides in. Wet squelch. She gasps. Two fingers. Stretching. Three. Gushing. ‘So wet,’ he mutters. Thumb circles clit. Her moans echo faintly through wood. Hallway empty. For now. Light spills from under door frame. Shadows shift.
The Contact
Footsteps. Heavy. Creak of linoleum. Luc Sorg rounds corner. Security shift. Pauses. ‘Ben Sophie, what the fuck you doing?’ Voice gruff. She stammers. Half out, half in. He chuckles. Pulls pack. Offers cig. Slips between lips. Flicks lighter. Flame dances. Inhale sharp. Smoke curls.
Stéphane grips hips. Thumbs dig in. Zipper rasps. Cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Gland nudges slit. Pushes. Inch by inch. She counts. Ten. Eleven. Twelve like hubby’s. Seventeen. Full. Balls tap skin. He thrusts. Slow. Powerful. Body jolts forward. Cig drops. Sparks on floor.
Luc bends. She halts him. ‘Leave cig. Want cock.’ Breathless. He grins. Unzips. Cigarillo thick. Shoves in mouth. Salty. Veiny. Suck deep. Gags soft. Two cocks claim her. Pushed and pulled. Door creaks with rhythm. Balls slap wet. Tits swing free. Blouse unbuttoned. Bounce hypnotic.
The Indiscretion
Pace quickens. Grunts muffled. Her pussy clenches. Mouth slurps. Overwhelmed. Slutty. Gloryhole fantasy live. Czech porn real. Cums first. Shudders rip through. Muffled scream. They follow. Stéphane floods pussy. Thick ropes. Luc paints throat. Gulp. Overflow drips. Chin. Thighs. Ruined.
Door clicks. Swings open. Miracle. Free. They straighten. Handshakes firm. ‘Good teamwork.’ Casual nods. No words needed.
Days later. Vacation eve. Sophie tours offices. Goodbyes. Luc brushes close. Slips USB in coat pocket. Subtle. Airport line. X-ray beeps. Husband behind. ‘What’s that?’ Ten days Mauritius. Watch together. Secret shared.