Amir (m/m, When Your boss has a secret kink and the new guy succumbs to it))

Dumas passes by Paul and Nathalie without a glance.

Paul glances up and sees Amir's wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. He can't muster any reassurance for the poor lad as Dumas grabs him by the arm and pulls him none too gently to the floor to ceiling window.

Although Dumas has the decency to not shove him against the window, he does firmly press the young adult belly side and naked against the window.

"Wh- Aren't people gong to see?" Paul heard Amir protest, mortified the city of Lyon spreads out below him.

"Who's got the time to grab some binoculars and stare at you, kid. Take a deeply and enjoy the view." Dumas retorted, although his voice was softer, Paul could still hear a supressed anger and annoyance in his tone.

Unfortunately Amir didn't take the advice about taking a deep breath for the warning that it was. Dumas grasped the plug and pulled it with a heartless yank and dropping it the floor.

Amir yelped, his palm slapped against the window his back arched.

Without ceremony, Dumas shoved two fingers up Amir's arse that had began to tense up and scissored him. While the other kept him pressed against the glass.

"I told you to breath boy."

Amir, gasps against the windowpane, fogging it up. His ribcage expanding and deflating obediently.

Amir was actually taller than Dumas, so he kicked at Amir's legs. "Widen your stance. quickly." Their boss ordered, the impatience clear in his voice.

Amir, obeyed, with a slight confused sound. The squealing of his skin sliding down the window followed.

"Not bad." Dumas, commented, which was very generous sentiment for him to express. Dumas's finger withdrew and guided Duma's hard cock into the stretched asshole and began to press.

Dumas let out a low moan, both his hands moving to Amir's narrow hips, the youth's darker skin contrasting against his boss's pale one.

At that moment, driss came out of the bathroom, carrying Piere over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "I'm off then. I'll check in on you later" called the Moroccan. Dumas merely waved a hand in acknowledgment before beginning to fuck Amir in earnest.

Subtle slick noises began to ring out in the room as Dumas rutted against the young Guide.

Paul felt a little bit guilty. He'd noticed that Dumas, would always, press someone up against the window during these guiding sessions. Paul had been in that position a couple of time too, so he'd begun to subconsciously avoid standing close to the window as tempting as the view was. It was a bit unnerving and humiliating, as well as not particularly comfortable.

He thought it might be some strange preference Dumas had. Bu he hadn't thought of tipping Amir off about it.

He could see Amir's ears and neck darken with that same embarrassment. Between his boss's legs and Amir's spread ones, Paul glimpsed, Amir's member begin to lengthen and harden against the glass.

Paul diverted his eyes, letting the moment be as private to Amir as it could be. Nathalie was watching the two more intently. Paul suddenly realised that it's the first time she's seen Amir during a sexual guidance. Although, it was the same for Paul, though he'd shown Amir how to put the but plug in (on himself of course) and encouraged the younger man as he put in his own.

Paul let your thoughts get distracted by the play of light highlighting Nathalie's curves along the length of her body. Nathalie always stood tall and proud, like a statue of beauty, her curves were round and lithe in all the right places, her breast small but perky. He imagined they would be the perfect handful-

He cut his thought process off and looked away. Monique had quietly dissapeared, leaving a plated meal on the round conference table that was at the centre of the office suite. Only Odette remained sitting quiet waiting.

She met Pauls eyes again, and they shared a long moment of eye contact. It was Paul who broke eye contact first.

Dumas would be back wanting more from her. As B class guide, she also had more to offer.

Paul heard the slapping of hips as Dumas speeds up his thrusts. Casting his gaze back he sees Dumas, with his eyes closed and head thrown up. A dawning realization spreads over Amir's face, with his cheek pressed against the window.

"Please" The Algerian youth moans. "don't ejaculate inside."

Dumas makes no sign of acknowledging as he slapped up in a final sprint before burying himself to the hilt with a groan and going still.

Paul sees Amir's face crumple, he bites his upper lip than turns his head away from the room quietly resting his forehead against the glass. You'd think condom's was something to be recommended when fucking 7 people in a row, but no. Optimizing intimate contact took precedence over basic safe sex practices.

Finally Dumas pulled away and faces the room. Penis wet and flaccid.

Amir slid down against the window, like a wet rag and curled up, facing away from the room.