Heart hammering, I slip into the disabled toilet on the first floor. Door ajar, waiting. Pulse races like a trapped animal. No shower this morning. Fingers dipped in my cunt earlier, sniffed the sharp, acidic tang. Panties from yesterday cling wet, reeking. Bus ride was hell—eyes on me, or so I imagined. Now, thighs slick, skin fever-hot. Didier’s words echo: ‘Your pussy smells so strong.’ That crude whisper started it all. Office glances, his note: ‘Join me.’ I typed ‘You’re crazy!’ but dreamed of his tongue. Eric fucked my face last night, came quick, left me aching. Finished myself thinking of this. Mad. Betraying twenty years. But need burns.
Minutes drag. Sweat beads on my cleavage. Nipples hard against blouse. Cunt throbs, juices soaking through. Footsteps. Door clicks shut. Him. Didier Renon, older, dumpy, married. Nostrils flare. ‘Your cunt’s so acidic today, Emmanuelle.’ Vulgar growl. Sits on the toilet seat. Pulls me close. Face buries between thighs, sniffing through skirt. ‘Fuck, that’s pussy. High tide stench.’ Humiliation floods me, arousal spikes. Heart slams ribs. He yanks skirt down. Panties next—sniffs deep, licks the crusty gusset. Groans like a beast. Eases fabric aside. Hot breath on swollen lips. I’m dripping, clit pulsing.
The Fever
Tongue lashes out. Slow, deliberate. Parts folds, laps the musk. Electricity shoots up spine. Knees buckle. He grips ass, pulls tighter. Sucks clit hard. I gasp, bite lip bloody. Waves crash—first orgasm rips through, thighs quake. But he doesn’t stop. Devours. Tongue fucks hole, nose grinds pubes. Sour tang drives him wild. ‘Neglected cunt,’ he mumbles into flesh. Fingers spread me wide. Sucks inner lips, tongue circles asshole. I’m feral, grinding face. Beg: ‘Fuck me.’ Ignored. Second cum builds fast. Body arches, sweat pours. He laps it all, greedy. Minutes blur into eternity. Cunt swollen, raw, tumefied. Third peak hits—silent scream, vision whites. He owns me.
Lays me on cold tile. Kneels between legs. Assault resumes. Full mouth engulfs pussy. Voracious. Sucks juices, spits back. Fingers probe, stretch. No mercy. Orgasms chain—four, five. Muscles seize, heart thunders. Beg again: ‘Your cock, please.’ He rises. Nine o’clock. Fixes tie in mirror. Cool as ice. I’m wrecked, sprawled, cunt gaping, smeared. Skin burns, aftershocks ripple. ‘No shower this weekend,’ he orders. ‘Make it stink worse. Monday, Vernaud file. Love working in neglected pussy fumes.’ Door shuts. Alone, panting. Body hums, marked. Eric texts later—dinner? I smile, reeking of sin. Didier’s hooked me. Uro, fisting, ass-fucks ahead. Eric notices my funk, recoils. Don’t care. This blaze consumes. Choice made.