Valmont Visits the Boss’ Office

Back in the early noughties I was working in the beautiful Bavarian city of Munich. My office was in the north of the city and as I drove to work in the morning, I would pass the lay-byes where local prostitutes would park their 4-by-4s to engage in their profession. I would also pass the famous local brothel, the Leierkasten on the Ingolstatter Strasse, just before parking in the office underground car park. By the time I was at work, I was often feeling incredibly randy. 

 It didn’t help that the company didn’t exercise much control over IT usage and, in quiet moments, I would indulge myself with visits to porn and adult dating sites on the work laptop. Sometimes the urge would be so great that I just had to visit the toilet to relieve an annoying erection that threatened to become visible through my suit trousers.

 On one such occasion the urge was in such a hurry that I forgot to hide my computer screen and was in the loo wanking off the annoying boner, when one of the company’s young German secretaries, Michaela nudged the mouse whilst putting some mail on my desk. 

 As I walked back down the corridor to my office, she emerged, looking a little flushed and scurried into the secretaries’ office. 

 I returned to my desk to find the screen open and the scene that had caused my (dis)comfort visible. I sat down, heart pounding, a cold sweat trickling from my forehead. I’d blown it, Michaela would tell her colleagues what she’d seen, the boss would hear and I’d be out of a job. I tried to work, just in case I’d got it wrong and at lunchtime I went for a walk to clear my head.  I didn’t feel any better when I sat back down at my desk. Then I saw it.

 A small yellow post-it note with some words written in blue ink. ‘Stay late. Mx’

 I know what I hoped it meant. Michaela was a cracker. Short, slim with a gorgeous figure, slender legs, pert breasts and a beautifully rounded arse. Dark hair, brown eyes and glasses that often sat at the end of her slender nose in that alluring school-mistressy sort of way. Today she was wearing a short skirt, black stockings and a short-sleeve red blouse, revealing a little of her cleavage. 

 Alternatively, I could be wrong and she might be planning to threaten or blackmail me. But why ‘Mx’?’ My heart continued to pound, and I was unable to pay much attention to normal business.

 At 4:30pm, workmates started to lock up their offices and set off home. The building gradually cleared but the boss annoyingly hung on. It wasn’t until 6:30 before he packed up. Passing my desk he looked in, ‘Late this evening Valmont?’ ‘Yes Jean-Louis, things to catch up on.’  He grinned ‘A demain’ and strode down the corridor, passing the open door to the secretaries’ office with a brief ‘bis morgen Michaela’.

 I sat waiting; what should I do? I hesitated then the soft pad of Michaela’s feet grew louder and there she was in the doorway. The setting sun shone through the opposite window silhouetting her. 

 Her pose was seductive rather than threatening. Legs apart, one hand on the door frame. I couldn’t quite make out what the other hand was doing I tried to speak but the words stuck in my throat. She beat me to it. “You are , as we say a Sexsüchtig aren’t you?’  ‘Pardon me,’ I stammered. ‘You love sex don’t you, can’t get enough?’ ‘Er, yes but…’ ‘Just like me then.’

 The weight fell from my shoulders, I could feel my cock starting to swell. 

 She continued, ‘You know, I have ein traum, eine fantasie..’. I nodded understanding the gist of what she was saying.  ‘I want to be fucked on Jean-Louis’ desk, how do feel about that Herr Sexsüchtig?’ She waved the spare keys to the boss’s office and gestured for me to join her.

 We met in my office doorway. Her free hand cupped my crotch clutching firmly. I embraced her, my right hand resting on her left buttock. Our lips met and immediately her tongue probed into my mouth. She squeezed my balls. I gasped. I could feel my swelling cock jerk as my engorged nob pressed against the insides of my pants. My hand slid downward to lift her skirt and feel beneath. No pants. My middle finger explored between her legs, warm and already damp. My index finger gently brushed her pussy lips.  Michaela’s breath deepened. The tip of my middle finger slipped into her vulva; she signed with pleasure. 

 Stepping backward, Michaela tightened her grip on my solid shaft through my clothes and drew me into the corridor. Turning towards the boss’ office she led me to the locked door which she deftly opened and pushing the items on the table to one side, sat on the clear surface, legs spread and her glistening pussy lips inviting me.

 I knelt with my head between her legs.  Michaela cradled the back of my head with both hands and drew me towards her labia. My tongue slid between the lips, licking up and down, savouring the taste.  She drew me closer, breathing deeply.  I could feel her back arch as a little more warm sticky juice flowed. I slid a finger into the juicy chasm started to rub her engorged clit with my thumb.  Her breathing quickened and she wrapped a legs around my neck causing my tongue to delve deeper inside her.  She lay back onto the desk and started to unbutton her blouse.  I pulled my tie off and started to unbutton my shirt. By now Michaela was revealing her black lace bra with prominent bulges from her erect nipples.  She slid her fingers inside freeing the gorgeous jewels from their confinement and twisting them firmly as her back arched and she licked her lips.

 Michaela moaned as my finger and tongue combination probed her womanhood.  More juices flowed and she squirmed from side to side each time my finger slid across her g-spot.  I added a second finger and increased the pressure on her clit with my thumb.  I unbuttoned my trousers and lifting myself up, while still finger fucking, slid my trousers and now wet pants to the floor.  My swollen member flopped out, brushing her stockings and I leant forward to take a nipple into my mouth, my free hand squeezing Michaela’s, smooth curving breast. With one hand she grasped my cock, squeezing firmly and drawing her hand up the shaft to the glistening nob.  Her finger played at the opening, causing me to catch my breath and then she drew it back to her mouth to enjoy the flavour of my juice.

 Her hand returned to my cock and wanked it slowly while I continued to run my fingers up and down inside her soaking virgina.  Her nipple swelled, becoming rock-hard and a good centimetre and a half in length.  The surrounds darkened and her moans deepened.  Then she pushed me backwards, leant forwards and clutching my manhood in both hands took the shining red end between her lips.  She sucked powerfully and, with one hand, teased my balls while the other firmly grasped the shaft and wanked slowly up and down. It was my turn to moan.  She’d definitely done this before, and it wasn’t long before I was on the verge of cumming.  Michaela sensed this and stopped, drawing my face to hers and plunging her tongue back into my mouth. I don’t know how long we kissed for but I continued to fondle her wonderful tits, tweaking the nipples with my thumb.  Her hands kept my erection alive and when I drew breath she whispered, ‘Fick Mich, fick mich, fick mich hart und tief Herr Sexsüchtig, Schieb diesen Schwanz tief in mich hinein’ I wasn’t sure what it meant but I got the gist and proceeded to oblige.

 I grasped Michaela’s thighs and drew her pussy to the edge of the desk, opening her legs wide. I had to taste her delicious cum one more time and leant forward to return my tongue to her pussy.  I nibble her clit and as her back arch she shouted “fick mick jezt, fick mick Valmont…tief und hard… fick mich!’

 Standing I positioned my swollen cock between her beautiful brown pussy lips.  I eased the glistening nob into the opening, so warm and inviting.  I slid in a little and teasingly stopped. 

She screamed ‘Deeper, Tiefer jetz, fuck you, fick mich, Ich will, dass du tief in mich kommen…’  I thrust hard and deep, arching my back to ensure that my cock penetrated as far as it could; my balls slapped against her arse.  She squeeled with exquisite delight.

 ‘Weider, Weider, again, again’ she shouted.  I drew back hearing a delicious slurp from inside her virgina.  I repeated again and again, the slurping interspersed by the slap pof my ball against her.  The demands changed to moans and, squeals and shouts of ’Ja, Ja,  fick mick, ja…’

 My cock slammed in and out, Michaela fingered her clit arousing even greater extasy.  I leant forward, grasping a nipple between my lips.  Her free hand pulled at the back of my head forcing my face against her tit.  Her back arched.

‘Ich Komme,’ she shouted, ‘Ich komme jetz’ and I felt the burst of hot cum erupt around my cock.

 I wasn’t ready yet and continued to plunge deep and hard into Michaela.  Three more times she came, the third with a scream of ecstasy which was enough for me to shoot a long load into her.  ‘Das ist so gut, füll mich auf, fill me up Herr Sexsüchtig.’  She seemed to collapse onto the top of the desk and I drew my shining shaft from her glistening pussy.  As my glossy red nob emerged, a stream of white cum trickled out onto the floor, Micheala slid a finger into her snatch and drew some to her mouth. She smiled and let out a deep breath.

 The next morning as just like any other morning, except for a wink from Michaela as she delivered the mail. From then onwards we frequently stayed late, enjoying sex around the office, the underground car park and from time to time, whilst on the pretext of a business trip, I would visit her flat in Schwabing. Next time Valmont, Michaela and a friend visit the Oktoberfest.