Stuck in the Supply Room: My Raw Office Double Fuck

Door slams shut. Supply room. Me and Stéphane, my boss. Locked in. No way out. Heart pounds. We’re doomed. I think of my Mauritius vacay slipping away. Fuck that.

We spot the tiny hole in the fire door. Genius idea: widen it. Stéphane hacks at it with a screwdriver. Not handy usually, but he nails it. I stick my head through. Then shoulders. Waist. Stuck. Half out, half in. Skirt rides up. Cherry pattern. Ass out for him. Total exposure.

The Trap: Tension Builds Fast

Phone vibrates in my pocket. Ignored. His breath hot behind me. Cologne hits finally, mixed with paper dust. Urgent. No time for bullshit. ‘You okay with this?’ he asks. Loud, door’s thick. ‘Yes,’ I gasp. ‘Fuck me. Do it.’ Repeat it. Turns me on saying it.

He flips my skirt. Rip. Panties shredded. Gone. Fingers probe. One. Two. Three. Soaked already. Pussy throbs. Gushes. Porn flashbacks: #Stuck vids. MILFs trapped, stepson saves the day. This? Better. Real.

His cock presses. Thick head splits me. Veins pulse. Inch by inch. 12 like hubby’s. Then 17. Balls slap. Full. Stuffed. He grips hips. Thumbs dig in.

Front side: Luc, security grunt. Spots me. ‘What the fuck, Sophie?’ Clop break. Offers smoke. I take it. Light up. Drag deep.

Stéphane thrusts. Slow. Hard. Punches forward. I jolt. Cig falls. Luc sees. Brain clicks. Pants tent.

‘Drop the cig. Need cock,’ I pant. He unzips. Cigarillo thick. Shoves in mouth. Salty pre-cum. Both ends filled. They sync. Pound. Door shakes. Like tennis. Rallying my holes.

Tits swing free. He unbuttons blouse. Watches bounce. Stéphane sees my employee-of-the-month pic pinned there. Face matches the ass he’s wrecking.

The Explosion: Fucked Raw from Both Sides

Sweat drips. Perfume lingers. Grunts echo. Pussy clenches. Mouth slurps. Balls tighten.

I break first. Orgasm rips. Scream muffled. Chienne. Gloryhole slut. #CzechGloryhole vibes.

They unload. Cum floods. Pussy ruined. Mouth battlefield. Thick ropes drip. Cream pies.

Door pops open. Magic. Free. They handshake. Cool as fuck. Like nothing.

Days later. Office goodbyes. Vacay eve. Luc slips USB in my coat pocket. Sneaky.

Airport. X-ray beeps. Hubby asks. ‘What’s that?’

Ten days. Mauritius. We’ll watch together. Strangers again. Adrenaline fades. Back to normal. But that thrill? Burned in.