Raw Fuck Fest: Banging My Boss on Lunch Break After Teasing Him for Weeks

His door buzzes. Heart pounding, I step in, skirt hiked short like day one. No panties, pussy already wet from our flirty chats. Hervé’s eyes widen—starved, cock twitching under pants. ‘Lunch?’ he stammers. I smirk, lock eyes. ‘Later. Bed first.’ Phone vibrates in my bag—boyfriend texting, ignore. Perfume hits him: sweet vanilla mixed with my arousal scent. Tension crackles. I grab his hand, drag upstairs. No chit-chat, no wine. Straight to the king bed he shares with that cheating bitch Louise. ‘Show me,’ I whisper, stripping fast. Tits out, nipples hard. His breath hitches. I shove him down, straddle his face. ‘Eat me first, boss.’ Urgency burns—weeks of bending over desks, flashing ass. Now, real.

He rips my skirt off. Growls into my dripping slit. Tongue dives deep, slurping juices. ‘Fuck, so tight,’ he mumbles, fingers spreading lips. I grind, clit throbbing on his nose. ‘Harder, make me cum.’ Legs shake, orgasm hits—squirting on his chin. Dirty talk flows: ‘Your wife’s pussy can’t taste this good.’ He flips me, cock out—thick, veiny, leaking pre-cum. ‘Beg for it, slut.’ I arch back: ‘Ram that dick in me, daddy.’ He slams home, balls-deep. Stretch burns sweet. Pounding savage—bed creaks, skin slaps echo. ‘Your little intern cunt owns you.’ Sweat drips, tits bounce wild. Switch: I ride reverse, ass cheeks clapping. ‘Deeper, fuck my guts.’ He grips hips, thrusts up brutal. Fingers find my asshole, tease rim. ‘Gonna fill this young hole?’ I scream yes, walls clench. Flip doggy—hair pulled, spanked red. ‘Cum inside, breed me.’ He roars, hot spurts flood me. I buck back, milking every drop. Collapse, gasping, his cum leaking out.

The Approach

Phone buzzes again—boyfriend outside. Reality snaps. I wipe pussy with sheets, dress quick. He pulls me for kiss: ‘Stay?’ Laugh soft. ‘Fun fuck, boss. But I’m gone.’ Door clicks shut. Stride out cool, like stranger. His cum drips down thigh as I hop in boyfriend’s car. Wave bye—back to normal girl. Adrenaline fades, pussy sore, satisfied. No calls, no repeats. Just that raw, one-shot high.