Ethan sat at his desk, staring at the clock. Lunch break had just started, and his cock throbbed under his pants from the morning tease with Elena. That knock on the door had ruined everything her blouse half-open, nipples hard from his mouth, her thighs wet and ready. Now, she was back at her desk outside the boss's office, acting all stern again, like nothing happened. But he knew better. Her eyes had burned with need when she left, whispering, 'Not here. Lunch.' The system had pinged right after: 'Objective update: Claim Elena fully during lunch. Reward: Pheromone Boost Level 2. Warning: Her husband might call handle the risk.'
He stood up, adjusting his bulge. The office buzzed with people grabbing sandwiches or heading out, but Ethan moved straight for her. Elena looked up from her computer, her dark hair pulled tight in a bun, glasses perched on her nose. At forty-two, she had that mature beauty full lips, sharp cheekbones, and a body hidden under her pencil skirt and blouse that screamed 'touch me.' Her husband ignored her, she'd confessed in whispers earlier, leaving her lonely and aching. Today, Ethan would fix that.
'Elena,' he said softly, leaning on her desk. 'Lunch. With me. Now.'
She glanced around, cheeks pink. 'Ethan, we can't. The boss is out, but people talk.' Her voice was firm, but her eyes dropped to his crotch, lingering. She crossed her legs, shifting like her pussy itched.
He smiled, voice low. 'You said lunch. I heard you moan when I sucked your tits. You want this.' He reached out, brushing her hand. Her skin was warm, soft. She didn't pull away.
'Fine,' she breathed, standing. 'But quick. My office wait, no. The supply room. Back hall.' She grabbed her purse, heels clicking as they walked. The hall was empty, lunch emptying the floor. She unlocked the supply room door shelves of paper, boxes, dim light from a small window. She locked it behind them, turning to him with fire in her eyes.
'You drive me crazy,' she said, stepping close. 'No one's touched me like that in years. My husband... he doesn't even look at me.' Her hands went to his chest, feeling his muscles through the shirt.
Ethan pulled her in, kissing her slow. Her lips parted easy, tongue meeting his, wet and hungry. He tasted her mint gum, mixed with the coffee on her breath. 'You're beautiful, Elena. Let me show you.' His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass round and firm, skirt stretching over it. She pressed against him, feeling his hard cock poke her belly.
'God, you're so hard,' she whispered, hand sliding down to squeeze it. 'Bigger than I thought.' He groaned into her mouth, kissing deeper, tongues twisting. He backed her against a shelf, boxes rattling. One hand unbuttoned her blouse slow, exposing her black bra lace, holding D-cup tits that heaved with each breath. He pushed the cups down, nipples dark and stiff, begging.
'These are mine now,' he said, thumb circling one. She gasped, arching. 'Suck them, Ethan. Please.' He bent, mouth closing over the left nipple, tongue flicking fast. She moaned loud, fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, then switched to the right, making it wet and shiny. Her skin tasted salty, warm.
Down lower, his hand hiked her skirt up thighs thick and smooth, stockings ending at garters. 'Fuck, Elena, you're sexy.' He found her panties silk, soaked through. He rubbed her pussy over the fabric, feeling the heat. She bucked, whining. 'Touch me there. I've been wet since morning.'
He dropped to his knees, skirt bunched at her waist. Pulled the panties aside her pussy was trimmed neat, lips swollen pink, clit peeking out. Juice dripped down her inner thigh. 'Look at you, dripping for me.' His tongue licked her slit bottom to top, slow. She tasted tangy, sweet. 'Oh yes!' she cried, legs shaking. He spread her lips with fingers, tongue diving in, lapping her folds.
'Ethan, your tongue... deeper.' He thrust it inside her hole, fucking her with it, nose on her clit. She ground on his face, hands gripping the shelf. He sucked her clit next, lips pulling it in, tongue swirling. Two fingers slid into her tight, hot, walls sucking them. He pumped slow, then fast, curling to rub that spot inside. Her moans got louder, body trembling. 'I'm close... don't stop.'
He ate her harder, fingers slamming, tongue flicking. She came with a shout, pussy clenching, juices flooding his mouth. He swallowed, licking her clean as she panted. 'That was... amazing. Your turn.' She pulled him up, kissing him, tasting her own cum. Her hands yanked his belt open, pants dropping. His cock sprang free eight inches now from the morning boost, thick, head purple and leaking pre-cum.
'So big,' she said, eyes wide. She stroked it, hand soft but firm, thumb smearing the tip. 'I want it in my mouth.' She sank down, knees on the floor, mouth opening wide. Lips wrapped his shaft, tongue under the head. She sucked slow, head bobbing, taking half in. Saliva dripped, making it sloppy. Ethan groaned, hand on her head. 'Fuck, Elena, your mouth feels good.'
She hummed, vibration buzzing him. Deeper she went, gagging a bit but pushing, throat tight. He thrust gentle, fucking her face. 'Yeah, suck my cock like that.' She looked up, eyes locked on his, mascara smudging. Spit trailed from her lips to his balls. He pulled out, strings connecting them. 'Not yet. I need your pussy.'
He lifted her, turning her to face the shelf. She bent over, ass out, skirt up. Panties pulled down to ankles. Her ass cheeks spread, pussy glistening, ready. 'Fuck me, Ethan. Hard.' He rubbed his cock on her slit, coating it. Then pushed in slow at first, her walls stretching around him. 'Tight... so wet.' Inch by inch, until balls deep.
'Ah! Yes, fill me!' she yelled. He grabbed her hips, pulling back, then slammed in. The slap of skin loud in the room. He fucked steady, cock pistoning her pussy. She pushed back, meeting each thrust. 'Deeper, pound me!' Sweat beaded on her back, blouse open. He reached around, rubbing her clit fast. Her tits swung free, nipples scraping the shelf.
'You're mine, Elena,' he growled, kissing her neck, biting soft. 'No more lonely nights.' She turned her head, kissing him sloppy. 'Love me like this. Fuck, yes!' He sped up, balls slapping her ass, cock hitting her cervix. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, juices running down his thighs.
They switched her on a box, legs wide. He stepped between, sliding back in easy. Face to face now, romantic. He kissed her deep, slow thrusts turning hard again. 'You feel perfect,' he said, hand on her breast, pinching nipple. She wrapped legs around, heels digging his back. 'I needed this. You make me feel wanted.' Her eyes soft, but body wild.
He hammered now, grunting. 'Gonna make you cum again.' Fingers on clit, circling. She clawed his shoulders. 'Yes, Ethan! Harder!' The box shook, papers falling. Her pussy fluttered, then spasmed orgasm hitting, walls milking his cock. 'Cumming! Oh god!' Juices squirted, wetting his pubes.
That set him off. 'Fuck, take my cum!' He buried deep, cock throbbing, shooting thick ropes inside her. Hot spurts filling her up, leaking out around his shaft. They kissed through it, bodies locked, panting.
As they caught breath, the system chimed in his head: 'Objective complete. Vaginal sex: +50 points. Creampie: +30. Total: 180 points. Unlocking Pheromone Boost Level 2 women will crave you more, scents drawing them in.' A tingle spread, his skin warming. Elena sighed, cock still in her. 'That was... everything.'
But his phone buzzed in his pocket pulled it out, screen showing 'Unknown.' He answered, voice steady. 'Hello?'
A man's voice, gruff. 'This Elena's husband. Where is she? She didn't pick up.' Ethan's blood ran cold. Elena's eyes widened, grabbing the phone. But before she could speak, the door handle rattled someone trying to get in.
'Shit,' she whispered. The system pinged: 'New objective: Seduce the wife (Sarah);of your colleague (tom) this weekend at the company party. Risk: High Tom will be there. Reward: Strength Upgrade.'
Ethan hung up quick, pulling out, cum dripping from her pussy. They dressed fast, hearts racing. Who was at the door? And how would he pull off the next conquest with the Tom watching?