17/10/2025 – Miriam shows me

A thick cock fucks her mouth. And she only looks at me.

Miriam is on all fours.

Her back arched, her breasts pushed forward, her neck overextended – and that look. Unblinking. Directly at me.

A thick cock slowly slides between her lips, deeper, rhythmically. Her saliva glistens, dripping onto the table. Behind her stands the second man, holding her hips, waiting.

10 minutes earlier:

I'm early. Conference room booked, laptop open, coffee in hand. Miriam said yesterday she wanted to show me something. No further details.

Then she comes in. Black coat, high heels. No greeting.

I wanted to say something, but she closed the door behind her, stood directly in front of me—and opened her belt. The coat slipped to the floor.

Underneath: black lace, hold-up stockings, no panties.

Before I could say anything, she opened the door again. Two men entered. Tall. Dominant. Not a word.

Miriam turned around, climbed onto the table, and knelt down.

“You sit down now,” she said. “And you watch.”

I didn't move.

Now he stands in front of her, slowly pushing his cock into her mouth. While she has his thick cock in her mouth, she looks deep into my eyes. The other one approaches her, pressing himself against her from behind. Her body yields, as if made for exactly that.

But her eyes remain on me. The whole time.

What does this mean? Why is Miriam letting herself be fucked in front of my eyes?

Two cocks. Her gaze on me.

The table wobbles. Her knees slide on the smooth surface. She holds on with one hand while the other grabs her hair and pulls her head back.

Her mouth is wide open, swollen from fucking. Saliva strings, her eyelashes stick together. But she looks at me as if nothing else matters.

I sit at the head of the table, still fully clothed. Shirt buttoned, legs crossed, one hand under the table. My pussy wet.

The first one thrusts hard into her. From behind. Her breasts swing, her hips slam against his. The second one pushes his cock back between her lips as if her mouth were the only thing relevant in this room.

She gasps and moans. And then—she smiles. Directly in my direction.

I want to say something. Anything. But my throat is dry.

Sperm drips from the corner of her mouth. And she just lets it run. Without shame. Without pause. “Keep watching,” she murmurs. Her voice—hoarse, barely audible.

I do. I can't help myself.

The guy behind her gets faster, harder. You can hear the slapping of skin on skin, the dull thrusting, her suppressed gasps. And above it all is only her gaze—fixed on me, as if she were doing everything just for me.

She is being taken. Hard. Without pause.

And I am right in the middle of it.

Without touching her.

She kisses me with cum in her mouth.

He moans as he cums in Miriam's mouth. Deep. A lot. Right after that, the second guy pumps her pussy full. Brimming.

Miriam holds still. Doesn't swallow. Just lets it run.

Then she stands up—slowly, confidently, covered in cum—and comes straight toward me.

I'm still sitting at the end of the table. Helpless.

She leans forward.

Grabs my chin.

Pulls my face toward her.

And kisses me.

Her mouth full of cum. Warm. Thick.

I taste it immediately. Her saliva. Her dominance.

Then she lets me go, strokes my cheek—as if she had won something.

“Stand up,” she says.

I do.

She roughly turns me toward the table, pushes up my blouse, pulls down my skirt.

Her hand slides between my legs. Two fingers inside.

“Well, look at that,” she whispers, “your pussy is nice and wet.”

I breathe heavily. Want to say something. But she pushes me back onto the chair, puts one leg on the backrest, pulls herself apart.

Her pussy right in front of my face.

Wet. Reddened. Shiny. Dripping.

“I know what you're doing here in the office,” she says quietly.

Then she lowers herself further. Presses her pussy firmly into my face. “If you want this to stay between us…”

Her voice is cold.

“…you're going to lick my pumped-up pussy clean.”