Late afternoon light filters through hallway blinds. Parquet creaks under Norbert’s bare feet. He’s in briefs and tee, whisky in hand, notes scattered on desk. Doorbell buzzes sharp. Fuck, a salesman? He cracks the door, hiding his near-nudity.
Bérengère stands there, towering, curvy boss from the meeting. Tall, heavy tits straining her blouse. Her voice purrs, husky. ‘Don’t mind me.’ Eyes rake his bulge. She pushes in, skirt hiking as she sits on the couch. He drops to the floor at her feet, heart pounding. Wants to peek—stockings or pantyhose?
The Contact
She crosses legs, then uncrosses. Black lace tops, no panties. Dark bush peeks. His cock twitches hard in cotton. She spreads wider, teasing glimpses. Wet lips glisten. He stares, frozen. ‘Like the view?’ She laughs low. Legs clamp shut. ‘Not yet.’ Orders him naked on the landing.
Door swings open. Cool air hits his skin. She gropes his shrinking dick, nails on balls. Footsteps echo distant stairs. Panic surges. She pumps him stiff, rubbing nuts together. Heat builds, almost pain. Noise closer—someone descending. She vanishes. He bolts inside, cock throbbing, heart slamming. Door clicks shut. Close call.
Nine sharp, doorbell again. He’s scrubbed, nude, head bowed. She dumps bag: dildos, cuffs, crop. Garter belt squeezes her massive tits, dark saucers of areolas, thumb-thick nipples. Bush drips, thighs cellulite-jiggling. Crop snaps his ass. ‘Eyes down, slave.’ Ice cubes shrink his hard-on. Crop lashes: five on cheeks, balls grazed. He counts, thanks ‘Madame.’
The Indiscretion
Nipple clamps tug. She circles, whipping lightly. Dildo at his hole—suck it first. He lubes deep, dreaming of her tits. She rams it in, raw. Fucks his ass brutal. ‘Pussy boy.’ He moans fake pain, real thrill. She rides his back, pussy smearing wet. Forces him to clean the toy. Her moans mix with creaking floor.
Blindfolded, he dives into her bush. Tongue spears sopping cunt. Grabs firm ass cheeks, fingers her tight hole. She bucks, floods his face. Fights him off—game’s hers. But he holds, double-digit ass fuck. She quakes, cries stifled. Ligature bites his cock base—pain rips. He rips blindfold, demands release.
She sobs, cuts it free. Kneels, kisses purple glans, sucks balls tender. Roles flip soft. Bedroom now. Door barely shut—light slits under. He buries in her tits, laps pussy slime. Fucks her slow, then savage. Bed groans low. Her massive thighs clamp, heels dig. He pounds deep, balls slap wet. She bites pillow, muffles screams. Cum jets inside, bodies slick.
Neighbors asleep? Parquet groans faint. Hearts thunder. She slips out pre-dawn, skirt rumpled. He peeks hall—empty. Stairs creak under her heels. Door whispers shut. Secret safe. Cock twitches at memory. Whisky glass clinks empty.