Intimacy in the city – Chapter 2

His hot load doesn't land where it's supposed to

I spread my legs, my hands cramping with lust. My breathing quickens. I start to whimper and, above all, to leak. Oh God, I can't come that hard again. My labia are getting thicker and plumper. Every movement makes my clit throb and swell.

30 minutes earlier:

The elevator doors slide open. I step inside, but I can't stop thinking about yesterday's highly embarrassing situation. What if Julian really did notice my pussy juice on my fingers? But apart from his glances, he didn't let on. "Take a deep breath, Heidi. It's okay. He said himself that it smells like mango. You must have imagined the ‘subtle’ look," I reassure myself as the elevator takes me to a higher floor.

I enter the hallway of my agency wearing golden high heels. Of course, I'm wearing more than just high heels. A red silk blouse, black bra, and my black leather leggings, which shine so beautifully.

I had already pushed aside my worries about whether Julian had noticed anything yesterday when I turned the corner. But suddenly Julian is standing at the end of the hallway. No! And he greets me.

So far, nothing unusual. But still, something is different today. The closer I get, the more I doubt.

This is not a normal greeting. Normally, you give a quick nod and briefly raise your fingers in the air. You can wave if you want.

But nobody waves with their index and middle fingers extended.

This can't be true. I get closer to him. I stare at his fingers and I'm definitely not seeing things.

Index and middle fingers extended. The international sign for giving someone the finger.

If I weren't so tense, I'd probably laugh. It is funny, in a way. He's just waving two little fingers to send me a signal. But I can't let that slide.

Without returning his greeting with the international sign for giving someone the finger, I take him aside.

“Julian, what do you want to tell me?” I whisper in his ear.

“Good morning, Heidi,” he grins, smiling. “I wanted to talk to you anyway,” he says, opening the door to the small conference room.

A spontaneous meeting with Julian! What does he want with me now? I'm so tense that I can feel my nipples getting harder.

He closes the door behind him and walks toward me deliberately slowly. He's kind of hot, in a way. But I don't know what to say about the fact that he might have me in his power now. Sure, it's hot, but I'd still rather stay in control. Let's see what he has in mind.

“Heidi, I have to say that I'm disappointed in you!” he says reproachfully.

“Disappointed?” I ask, my eyes wide.

“Yes, it seems that you have exceeded your area of responsibility. You are working in areas that clearly fall within my remit,” he lectures. But he can't help laughing.

“What activity do you mean?” I ask, a little too innocently.

“You know exactly what I mean, Heidi. Fingering is a matter for the boss,” he smiles.

“So strictly speaking, you're not my boss.”

“Oh yes, Heidi, I am your supervisor. And matters for the boss are dealt with personally.”

He looks at my leather leggings, raises his chin briefly and says, “Come on, I'll take over what you did yesterday,” and stretches out his index and middle fingers.

He knows! There's no point in denying it now. I pull down my leather leggings, push my black panties aside, and present my wet, throbbing pussy to him.

Without hesitation, he presses the two fingers of his right hand into my wet slit. I start to moan and whimper. I see how thick his cock is getting, pressing against the fabric of his charcoal-colored suit pants. Reflexively, I want to unzip his pants. But he waves me off for now.

“It's your turn first. How can it be that you need it so badly?” he whispers.

“I... I... know... awwwwww,” I try to answer.

But he fucks me so hard and fast with his fingers that I am no longer able to speak properly.

Suddenly, his cell phone starts ringing. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that it's the boss calling. Julian rejects the call and continues to finger me violently.

Unexpectedly, an older, somewhat tinny-sounding voice fills the room.

“Julian, are you there? What are those noises?”

Oh no! Julian has answered the call from the boss.

When I read “boss,” my moaning stopped immediately. The unwanted caller must have heard my wet, smacking pussy.

Only! If that's not too much.

“Oh, boss. Sorry. I was just cleaning the whiteboard in the conference room with a wet sponge. Someone actually used a permanent marker here.”

“We should ban this newfangled nonsense here. Permanent markers. Nobody needs them. They didn't exist when I was young,” the boss rants.

“Come by as soon as you're done scrubbing. I'll let you get back to work.”

The boss hung up. I can't help but laugh. "Permanent markers, newfangled nonsense? They've been around forever!“ I'm about to burst out laughing. Then it occurs to me that it probably makes more sense to take advantage of the heated atmosphere.

”But I also have a complaint about responsibilities," I kneel down and unzip his pants. His cock literally jumps into my face. I obediently take it into my mouth.

If he cums nicely in my mouth, he might forget about my exceeding my responsibilities in the office.

He pushes his cock deep into my mouth, holding my auburn hair so I can't get away.

How hot that I'm kneeling in front of him with my pussy dripping wet, sucking his cock. With every thrust, he fucks me faster. I feel his veins getting harder and harder and standing out. But his cock is also hot. I touch his balls to stimulate them a little. After all, I want him to cum in my mouth.

Just not anywhere else. My head moves back and forth faster and faster. Hot, he's about to come. I can feel it and taste it in his precum. It's about to happen. A hot load is about to spill into my mouth.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

“Hello, is this room occupied?” I hear a young woman's voice.

Julian pulls his cock out of my mouth in shock and at that very moment shoots his entire load INTO MY FACE.

Not in my face! He cums and cums and doesn't stop. I try to catch his load with my mouth. But it's too late. My whole face is glazed.

I look around in panic. Fuck! We're in the small conference room without a sink!

“I can't walk around the company covered in cum,” I think, as thick semen drips from my lips.