Sex with the intern Clea Gaultier in my workplace

The clicking of heels echoed by means of the quiet workplace, resonating with the pounding of my coronary heart. It was 11 pm on a Friday evening, and I used to be the final one to depart. Well, nearly the final one. There was nonetheless a lightweight on within the convention room down the corridor. My coronary heart skipped a beat as I spotted who it should be. Clea, my attractive French intern, was nonetheless right here.

I tiptoed down the corridor, my cock already hardening on the considered her. Clea was the epitome of the attractive French temptress – petite, with darkish hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a daring, flirty angle that drove me wild. As I approached the door, I may see she was nonetheless on the convention desk, bent over a stack of recordsdata.

Without warning, I burst into the room. “Hello, Clea,” I stated, my voice low and seductive.

Startled, she appeared up, her eyes widening as she took in my assured stance within the doorway. “Ah, Monsieur [Your Name],” she purred, leaning again in her chair. “What brings you here so late?”

I smirked, strolling in direction of her. “I could ask you the same question, mademoiselle. But I think we both know why we’re here.”

She laughed, a provocative sound that despatched shivers down my backbone. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you?”

I reached the desk and leaned over her, my face inches from hers. “You have no idea,” I growled. My hand discovered her thigh, and I slowly inched it up the graceful pores and skin.

Clea gasped, however did not push me away. Instead, she bit her decrease lip, her eyes smoldering with need. “You’re playing with fire, monsieur.”

“I like it hot,” I replied roughly.

She grinned and leaned ahead, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke. “Then let me fan the flames.”

With that, she spun round on her chair, pushing me again in opposition to the convention desk along with her small however surprisingly sturdy fingers. She was on me right away, straddling my hips as she crashed her lips to mine.

Our tongues entwined urgently, exploring and tasting, as our fingers roamed one another’s our bodies. I may really feel her pert breasts urgent in opposition to my chest by means of the skinny material of her shirt. She gasped into my mouth as I grabbed her ass, squeezing onerous.

“Ah, you like that, don’t you, mon cheri?” she murmured in opposition to my lips. “You like a little pain with your pleasure.”

I groaned, my cock throbbing in opposition to her silk panties. “Fuck yes. I want to devour you.”

She shivered, nipping at my decrease lip. “Use me. Do your worst.”

I growled, flipping us over so she was sprawled throughout the desk. Tearing open her shirt with a violence that made her moan, I latched my mouth onto her breast, biting and licking till the pebbled pores and skin was purple. Clea writhed beneath me, her fingers fisted in my hair.

“More,” she hissed. “Please, more.”

I gave her what she wished, marking her with my mouth and fingers till she was a determined, needy mess. Only then did I focus my efforts between her thighs, rubbing onerous circles on her clit by means of the skinny barrier of cloth. She cried out, her hips bucking urgently in opposition to my hand.

“I need you inside me,” she begged, her voice thick with lust. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

Who was I to disclaim her? Yanking her panties off, I freed my aching cock, slamming into her soaked warmth in a single clean thrust. We each cried out on the sensation, our our bodies becoming a member of collectively completely as if made for this second.

I set a brutal tempo, pounding into her as she wrapped her legs round my waist and met me thrust for thrust. The leather-based of the convention desk creaked dangerously beneath us as we fucked like animals, grunting and swearing in a frenzy of ardour.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, angling my hips to hit that candy spot that made her see stars. “I’m going to fill you up, ma belle.”

“Oh god, yes!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. “Come in me, give me everything!”

I could not maintain again any longer. With a roar, I buried myself deep, unleashing a torrent of sizzling cum deep inside her trembling physique. She got here with me, crying out my identify as she convulsed round my cock, milking each final drop from me.

We collapsed onto the desk, our sweat slicked our bodies heaving as we tried to catch our breath. “Merci,” she purred, nuzzling my neck. “That was…remarkable.”

I chuckled. “It was. We should do it again sometime.”

Clea grinned up at me wickedly. “As you wish, monsieur. Any time, any place.”

Spent and sated, we lounged on the convention desk, basking within the afterglow. I knew I’d be seeing much more of Clea within the coming weeks. And I could not fucking wait.