Fucking My Ex-Boss: Raw Reunion in the Empty Office

The office is dead silent that evening. Last one out, as always. My heels click on the marble floor, echoing like a countdown. Forgot my black scarf on the coat rack. Stupid me. But deep down, I know why I’m back. We’ve been texting for days since that seminar in Lyon. Flirty shit, building up. His messages: ‘Miss our lunches, Cécile.’ Mine: ‘Bet you miss more than that, boss.’ Phone vibrates in my purse as I push the door. It’s him: ‘Still at office?’ Heart races. Adrenaline hits like a shot.

I spot him through the glass. Alone in his huge office, lights dim. He’s holding my scarf to his face, eyes closed, sniffing deep. My violet perfume. Fuck, he’s hard already, bulge straining his pants. Our eyes lock when I knock. Green meets his hungry stare. ‘Forgot something,’ I say, voice all little-girl sweet, stepping in. Door clicks shut. Tension thick as cum. No small talk. I saunter close, hips swaying in my tight black mini-skirt, sheer stockings whispering. His breath hitches. ‘Cécile… you came back.’ I smirk, fingers trailing his tie. ‘Yeah. And I see you couldn’t wait.’ His hands grab my waist, pull me in. Lips crash. Tongue invasion. Taste of coffee and want. No dinner, no bullshit. Straight to it.

The Approach

He groans, hands up my skirt, ripping at my thong. ‘Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this pussy for years.’ I grind against his rock-hard cock through his slacks. ‘Then take it, boss. Now.’ Urgency burns. Days of chat foreplay exploding. We stumble to the bathroom door, kissing brutal. My ponytail whips as he spins me. Door bangs open. Fluorescent buzz overhead. He shoves me against the sink, skirt hiked, ass out. Cool air on my wet slit. Fingers dive in, two at once. ‘So fucking soaked, you little tease.’ I moan, pushing back. ‘Shut up and fuck me.’ Zip down. His thick cock springs free, veiny, purple head dripping pre-cum. No condom talk. Raw need.

The Explosion

He slams in. One thrust, balls deep. Stretching my tight cunt. ‘God, Cécile, you’re gripping me like a vice.’ I cry out, nails digging his arms. Legs wrap his waist, gazelle thighs quivering. He pounds savage, hips slapping wet skin. ‘Harder, boss! Fuck your secretary slut!’ Dirty words spill. His grunts animal. Sweat mixes with my perfume. Toes curl in heels. Mirror fogs from our heat. He grabs my tits through cashmere, pinches nipples hard. ‘These freckles drive me insane.’ I buck wild, clit grinding his shaft. Orgasm builds fast. ‘Gonna cum on your cock!’ He roars, ‘Me too, fill you up!’ Spasm hits. I shatter, pussy clenching, squirting on his balls. He erupts, hot ropes painting my walls. ‘Ceeeeciiiile!!!’ Echoes off tiles.

We slump, panting. Cum drips down my thighs. He pulls out, softens. I straighten skirt, fix ponytail. No cuddles. Wipe quick with TP. ‘That was fun,’ I whisper, kissing his cheek. Grab scarf, turn. ‘See ya at the next seminar.’ Door swings. Heels click away. Phone buzzes again. Delete thread. Back to mom life, director job. Just another thrill. Gone like smoke.