Anonymous Intern’s Power Flip: Office Afterwork Turns into Total Domination

Alexandre’s luxury apartment pulses with heat. We’re post-afterwork drinks, trio buzzed. Audrey’s on her back, legs spread wide. I’m straddling her face, red lace thong grinding slow. Her tongue darts out, tasting me through the fabric. Alexandre watches from inches away, hands on her thighs, eyes locked. My hips rock forward-back, clit throbbing against wet lace. Pauses let her gasp air. Her breath hot on my soaked pussy.

I peel the thong aside. Naked now, her mouth devours me. Tongue flicks clit, dives into my slit. Sucks lips, laps everything. Saliva mixes with my juices, dripping down her chin. Alexandre slides between her legs, yanks silk panties. Fingers plunge her cunt, two deep, hooking G-spot. She bucks. I grind harder, reins loosening like a rider’s trot. Pleasure sparks in my belly, waves building.

The Approach: Tension Ignites

He stares at my ass cheeks clenching with each thrust. Dark crease, red string barely hiding my hole. Hypnotized. I shift forward. Force her tongue to my asshole. She hesitates. Pinch her nipple hard. She obeys—circles rim, probes in. Sucks it like a tiny mouth. I lift, replant, nose buried in my dripping folds. Her tongue spears deeper. I finger my clit furiously, flooding her face. Orgasm hits—ragged moan, pussy gushing. She cums too, under his pistoning fingers.

Alexandre’s cock strains. He thinks it’s his show. Pins me bent over the piano, chest on cold black lacquer. Rips thong off. I grab his dick through pants, guide to my pussy. He thrusts deep, powerful. Fills me, owns the rhythm. I love it—raw power surrendering my cum. But he stops at my peak. Frustration boils. Slaps my ass hard. ‘No!’ I snap. He ignores, spreads cheeks, aims for ass. ‘Little slut, you loved her tongue there.’ Pushes. Pain rips. I buck wild, shove him off.

His eyes widen. Reality crashes. ‘Sorry… you two got me so hot.’ I turn, slap him hard. Jaw rocks. ‘Sorry, Mistress!’ He stammers. Another slap. He’s crumbling. Fear, shame. I push him to armchair, bent over. Audrey kneels, sucks his limp cock. Cleans my juices. Slurps soft. No hardness. I strap on black dildo. ‘I at least get hard for you.’ His face flames.

The Explosion: Raw, Unrestrained Fuck

Audrey spreads his cheeks. I spit-lube his crack. Finger probes. He tenses. Huge spank. ‘Master doesn’t know he’s an ass slut yet?’ Finger sinks in. He groans, cock twitches in her mouth. Flux binds us. I lube dildo, press to hole. ‘When I say no, it’s NO!’ Thrust. He gags her deep. I pound. Belly slaps ass. Her throat gurgles echo. I fuck them both. He impales himself, lost.

He freezes, erupts down her throat. Gulp after gulp. I feel phantom cum through strap-on. She cums on his pulsing dick. Stillness. Sweat-slick, connected. Pure communion.

Pull out slow. Final spank. He collapses, curled at my feet. Audrey and I shower in marble bathroom—steam, soap suds. Dress. Grab bag. Leave without word. Door clicks shut. Arm in arm, bus stop. Street cool on flushed skin.

Monday, office normal. Shy intern. But Alexandre? He knows.