The hardware store’s back room reeks of oil and metal. I’m Pascal, 26, rayon chief. Doors locked, employees buzz. Director Durand strides in, tall, lean, forties. Brief meeting. He calls me aside. ‘Train the new girl, VĂ©ronique. Fresh from business school. Report back.’ She enters: petite, strict dress, knee-length, brunette waves framing hazel eyes, shy smile begging to be devoured. Heart hammers. My cock twitches.
Team intros. Guys leer at her in tools aisle. She admits zero knowledge, smiles, asks to tutoyer. Evenings, I tutor her notes. Then Saturday: she invites dinner. I pick her up. Jeans hug her tight ass, polo clings to perky tits. We dance close, bodies grinding. Back at hers, door shuts. Lips crash. Passionate, clumsy. Hand on her jean-clad mound—she tenses. ‘Not easy, Pascal.’ But she pulls me to couch.
The Fever
She’s frigid, admits past pains: deflowered brutally, then a plank. Year celibate. I hold her nude under quilt, erection pressing her belly. She grips my cock, strokes slow. ‘Masturbate with it,’ I urge. She does. Rubs her clit frantic. Builds, screams—my cum erupts. She bolts to rinse. Back, cuddles. ‘Thank you.’ Sleeps like baby. I toss, frustrated, obsessed.
Morning: condom from pocket. She watches wide-eyed. Kisses, nipples harden under tongue. Fingers clit, she moans. Straddles me, rides her pleasure first. Orgasms wild, then gallops to mine. Whole day: she chants ‘fuck me,’ takes control, simultaneous bliss.
Weeks secret fucks. She learns: blowjobs, pussy eaten. Progresses voracious. But one night, I spy her leave with Durand. Kisses him in car. Betrayed. Vengeance brews.
The Blaze
Years later, my store. Train Elodie Durand—his daughter. Resembles VĂ©ronique. Plot: fuck her back. Party: she drunk-vomits. Bathe her nude curves. Next, seduce. Rainy drop-off: Christine, my secretary, 50s stunner. Peek lingerie, kiss devours. Slow fuck, her tight heat milks me. Then Elodie: dinner, wine, her couch collapse. ‘Fuck me!’ Sixty-nine, doggy, ass tease denied.
Elodie addicted. Christine aids. Twist: Elodie offers anal. ‘I love you.’ I crack, whisper back. But family party: VĂ©ronique—Elodie’s cousin! Heart attack near. Christine confesses all. They eavesdrop.
Her apartment test: wake stroking. Tender kiss builds. Slow missionary union. ‘I love you,’ I gasp orgasm. Lights on: VĂ©ronique beneath me. Elodie smiles. ‘We chose.’ They share me. Skin fever-hot, pulses sync, possession eternal.