Days after fucking Jalil in the storage room, my head spun. Shame clawed at me. Guilt choked my throat. But his words echoed: ‘Anytime, babe. I’ll make you love it.’
Next night, I jumped my husband. Rode him hard. Came in minutes. ‘What’s up, honey?’ he asked. ‘Just wanted you. Love you,’ I lied. Falling asleep, Jalil haunted me.
The Mounting Tension
He’d slipped me his number on crumpled paper. I trashed it twice. Dug it out. Fourth day, Wednesday. No work. Husband off to Germany till Sunday. 6 PM. Home alone. Fingers trembled. Texted: ‘How you doing?’ Quick reply: ‘Good. Free tonight? Meet at office conference room, back door. Sending pin.’
Shivers hit. Hands shook. Demon inside purred. Half-hour prep. Drove 10 km. Pulled into lot. Stomach knotted. Coffee scent lingered from day shift, mixed with his musky cologne text tease. Buzzed back door. Click. Entered dim hall. Printer hummed distant. Heart hammered.
Conference room door. Knocked soft. He pulled me in. Locked it. Click echoed. Open-space glances that week flashed: his eyes on my tits between file stacks. Fled his gaze. Nervous wreck.
He stepped behind. Hands on hips. Heart raced wild. No words yet. ‘You seem nervous. You okay?’ Voice low. Stared silent. Words stuck.
Embraced tender. Lips on neck. Heat flushed. Floor spun. Buttons popped one by one. Bra unhooked fast. Hands cupped tits. Fingers teased hard nipples. Bit lip. No moans. Breath short, deep. Sighs escaped.
Pinched nipples. Rolled them. Shiver ripped through. Tits swelled. Gasped twice. ‘Stop… please.’ Weak plea. ‘You’re so wet already, babe. I want you bad.’
Lost it. Crashed lips to his. Tongues fought furious. Felt cock hard through pants. Hand hiked skirt. Other dove thighs. Pussy soaked. Finger probed gentle.
Pants down. Cock in my hand. Throbbing heat. Legs buckled. Trembled. Jerked firm. Mouth agape.
‘Two hands, slow, babe. Stroke me.’ Obeyed. Size awed. Hard steel. Male power pulsed. Whisper: ‘Turn. Gonna fuck you on this table.’
No reply. Pinned me rough. Ass up on conference wood. Hips arched. ‘Stop… please.’ Whiney. Stroked back. ‘You’ll love it.’
The Explosive Release
Cock slid ass crack. Panties yanked knees. ‘Gonna pleasure you right. Say you want my cock now.’
‘Take me. Fuck me.’ Begged repeats. Teased thrust. Slow. Deep. Filled full. Froze, arms tight. Waves crashed low belly. Spasms hit. Railed deep. Orgasmed hard. Thought gone.
‘So fucking good.’ Slow pumps. Deep owns. Eyes shut. Hands roamed. Power surged. Accelerated. Fast, deep. Moaned open-mouthed. Pushed back greedy. Bestial raw.
Squeezed ass cheeks. ‘Move like that, babe.’
Slowed. Finger grazed ass. First ever. Circled hole soft. Pleasure twisted fear. Sighs yes. Basin bucked rhythm. Shocks up spine.
Lube dripped cold cheeks. ‘No… not there.’ ‘Just caresses. Relax.’ ‘Gentle…’
Swirled anus. Body betrayed. Strange bliss. ‘Gentle… more. So good.’ Obscene begs. Waves endless.
‘You love it?’ ‘Fuck yes. Slow.’ Never dreamed this. Resumed deep thrusts. Spasms peaked. Possessed fully.
Slumped table. Empty bliss. He lifted. Hugged. Kissed hungry. Cock still rigid. Hands soft trails.
‘To my office. More.’ Hand led adjacent room. Coffee pot clicked off distant. Stripped rest. He dropped pants. Sat chair edge. Cock stood straight, huge. Hypnotic.
‘Lied back. Ride me. Show your skills.’