So, yes...it is a story based on cheating and unfaithfulness, and it IS a little rough. But it's solely designed to be a sexy story. Nothing more. With that said, I hope anyone who takes time to read this enjoys the story.
I also changed the names in an attempt to let the reader try and initiate themselves in the story more, although I don't think it will make much of a difference lol!
“Mmmm! Yes! Oh my God! Faster! Faster!’’
Pure ecstasy was all you could feel as you and your boyfriend made hot, passionate love for what seemed like the billionth time. It just kept getting better. It kept getting hotter. It kept getting dirtier. This felt heavenly. Oh so satisfying. He was fucking you so hard and fast, yet so gently and lovingly that you felt like you were dreaming.
‘Except you were dreaming. Your mind readjusted, as did your eyes in one movement as you pitched up from your pillow and pressed your phone frantically, shutting the alarm off. Your eyes were blinded as you opened your bedroom window, a hazy bright sunshine beaming back at you as you felt the heat envelop your arm from outside.
It was 7am, and you were getting ready for another busy day at work. It was Friday, though, and you would be seeing your boyfriend for real tonight. A fact which made you even happier having been pulled from your wonderful dream just moments earlier, in the midst of a rampant session of sex which felt only too real. Only it wasn’t. What a shame…
“Oh no”, you muttered under your breath. Your underwear was wet. You had obviously enjoyed the dream! You left your finger a little longer than was needed, letting your juices soak onto your finger before swiftly snapping out of it. There was no time for that.
Quickly stepping out of the damp pink briefs, you went to your underwear drawer. Pulling out a cute pair of comfortable peach-coloured panties, your eyes were drawn to the thongs and sexy selection just to the right of it. A sly smile appeared on your face, imagining what it would be like to head straight to Matt’s from work in your hottest set of lingerie…you immediately felt the grasp of horniness in your body again.
You were going to do it. It felt good to be bad!
Sliding your cutest black thong up your legs and pairing them with a black push up bra which accentuated your boobs to a point where they were incredibly revealing, you looked in the mirror and did a little twirl. You looked good, you felt good. It WAS good!
Deciding to go a step further, you went even further into your drawers, and pulled out a pair of sensual, insatiable fishnet stockings. You were going to blow his mind, and you were sure that wearing all of this during your day of work would make things interesting, if not incredibly exciting. Tight trousers and a red collared shirt followed, and you were on your way to work, looking forward to getting out already in anticipation of what you knew was coming tonight…
Arriving through the doors of the building, you took your seat behind your desk and readied yourself for another day. Visitors came and went, a blur of bodies coming through the door and the buzz of noise from everything from ambulance sirens outside to loud chattering and arguing punctuated the warm, summer air. It was a typical day in every sense.
It was a typical day, but you felt on edge. Actually being at work, aware of what you were wearing underneath your uniform, you felt a rush and a thrill. The danger of anyone catching you wasn’t too serious, but you felt as if everyone who came into contact with you had an idea of just what you were up to. Of course they didn’t, but after all, you were hiding it and were trying not to get caught. That was enough to spark the paranoia.
Just before lunch time, Mr. Lopez came to the desk. You were bending over to pick up a piece of paper just as you heard a deep, husky voice behind you. Swivelling round, you were greeted by your boss.
“Good morning Rachel.”
“Oh, ‘morning Mr. Lopez”, you smiled.
Mr. Lopez was one of a number of senior management staff who regularly came to the reception desk, dishing out orders and staying in communication with all staff.
He was a nice man. Polite and friendly, he was approachable and always offered a smile and ‘good morning’ at the beginning of each day. He was quite popular amongst female staff and certainly portrayed a ‘cool’ image. Long dark hair was wrapped into a neat bun, and stubble clung to his youthful skin, with a dark shade of bronze perfectly offset by striking blue eyes. He could only have been in his mid-30s, but he looked younger, staying in perfect physical shape. As smart as ever, a grey shirt and black trousers combination suited him well.
He seemed distracted today, however.
“…I was just hoping I could see you in my office later today, actually. I had something I needed to discuss with you. Shall we say around five o’clock?”
A sudden rush of panic set over you, and he must have noticed…
“It’s nothing to worry about! I just needed to discuss something for next week.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
“Thanks! See you later.”
You had no idea what this could be about. You had never been called to the manager’s office in your time in the job, and worse still, you were supposed to finish at 5pm in order to go straight to Matt’s. Hopefully it would only last five minutes and you could head straight there. Deciding to put it out of your mind, you headed for lunch, feeling the ache of hunger in your stomach offset by nerves of what this visit to Mr. Lopez’s office could be about.
The day seemed to drag along very slowly. The weather went from blazing hot sunshine to dull, grey drizzle. Your mood and that of your colleagues and the visitors arriving seemed to reflect this too. The day went downhill from lunch, and you again began to worry about what Mr. Lopez felt was so urgent to discuss with you at 5pm on a Friday. Why couldn’t it wait?
The clock ticked down to 5pm. Slowly but surely, you had made it; the end of the day. You focused on getting this out of the way and enjoying your weekend with Matt. The surprise you had planned for him was sure to get the weekend off to the perfect start, and you could not wait to arrive and for it all to unfold…but first you had to deal with this.
You cautiously entered, noticing a wide smile spread across Mr. Lopez’s lips as you turned and closed the door behind you, a soft clicking ensuring it was tightly shut.
You took a seat on the soft red chair opposite him, at the other side of the wooden desk. Papers and stationery littered the desk. Various photos stood atop the laminate surface, all family photos with Lopez smiling, arms around others. A beautiful blonde lady appeared in each of them. She must have been his wife.
“Hi Rachel. I hope I’m not keeping you from anything. I just wanted to have a chat.”
He was smiling, but something didn’t seem right about it. You scanned the room, trying not to make too much eye contact. You suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. You could feel your thong grow a little tighter, your stockings become a little itchy on your leg and your push-up bra barely able to contain your breasts…and then you realised. Oh no…a panic spread throughout your body. He must have seen earlier…
“I just want to thank you. Ever since you started here, your attitude has been perfect and you are a very hard worker. You have really became a great part of the team and I’m very thankful for everything you have done so far.”
‘Wow’, you thought. There was no problem here. He was praising you. You felt a beaming pride, your heart beating fast and a smile come across your lips.
“Thank you, Mr. Lopez! I’m really happy to hear that. I love it here. I’m really enjoying it and I’m glad you think I’m working hard.”
He smiled again. ‘’I noticed you were enjoying it. You seem to feel right at home here.”
You were perplexed at the tone in which he conveyed this. He was speaking very assertively and self-assured all of a sudden. He pulled his chair out and began to walk around the desk…
“You know…you caught my eye from the moment you first came here. I mean, how could you not? You’re a beautiful girl Rachel. You brighten my day each time I come here, that’s for sure.”
You smiled shyly. Mr. Lopez was beyond nice. He was lovely. He really knew how to make you feel valued and, even more so, comfortable.
Stopping in his tracks, he sat on his desk. His legs were slightly open, and his stance oozed cool and calm. His leg was extremely close to yours now and suddenly you felt a little…uncomfortable. The mood had changed.
Mr. Lopez inched closer.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Rachel?”
You lowered your head. You felt a great shyness wash over your body, and you felt your cheeks burning red.
“Thank you, Mr. Lopez. I appreciate it. But I think I should go now.”
He placed his hand on your thigh, and you closed your eyes.
“So…what exactly do we have under here?” he asked.
You were frozen. You weren’t sure what you could say. You had been caught earlier today.
“So this is how you come dressed to work? In stockings?”
He was quizzing you and you had no answers. You weren’t sure what you could say to get out of this. You had ruined it. He had been praising your work, claiming you had improved everything. Now you were worried you may lose your job…
He continued to move his hand further and further up your thigh until his fingers were in line with your hip. You remained focused on the floor, unsure of what you could do.
“Rachel. Look at me.”
You slowly lifted your head, looking at him.
Lopez was now bent on the floor, resting on the heels of his polished black shoes as he sat low to remain eye-level with you. And that’s when you spoke.
“I really need to go…”
He nodded, but he didn’t take his hand off of your thigh. He moved in. Closer……………Closer…….Closer….Closer.
He tried to kiss you, but you turned your head.
“No. I need to go. Please stop this!”
He kept his hands positioned on your thigh and kept his head inches away from yours, smiling as you looked at him, tears starting to fill your eyes.
“Don’t cry. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know but please I really need to go!” anger started to burn within you. Why wouldn’t he just let you leave?!
He finally stood up and backed away. You gathered your coat and bag and approached the door, opening it and ready to step through.
A loud crash, and the door swung shut. Mr. Lopez grabbed your body from behind forcefully and carried you quickly to the desk. You cried out loudly as he did so, but he didn’t stop.
“No! What are you doing?!”
He was strong. His huge arms held you in place, the strength in his fingers enough to hold you perfectly in place. You were bent over the desk forwards, your bottom bent as you felt your pants being taken down in a swift movement, dropping off at your feet.
“Please stop this! I’m begging you!”
“Beg all you want. I know you want this. Why else would you be wearing stockings?! Stop the act now!”
Your pants quickly shuffled down your legs, his hands busily removing them. He lifted your feet and threw your shoes to the other side of the room. His hands enveloped your ass, big strong hands placed on each cheek as you felt breath on your skin.
“Mr. Lopez please stop this now! I have a boyfriend!”
He ignored it, and pulled your thong down. You heard him snort as he pulled your thong down your legs so they were now wrapped around your ankles. He tossed it to the floor, unable to contain his burning lust for you.
“A thong too, and yet you don’t want me? Who are you kidding?!”
Tears filled your eyes and a burning rage built within you. Who did he think he was?
Lopez smothered his face in between your ass cheeks, his stubble being felt on your skin as his tongue entered your pink pussy.
“Ohhhhhh” you moaned. You could not help it. His tongue was like magic and he was licking you like there was no tomorrow. His tongue shifted from side to side, up and down, your pussy getting wetter with every flick of his firm tongue.
“You like that huh?” he asked, breathing heavy and quickly returning to licking you out.
You couldn’t answer. You wanted to say no. But you would be lying. It felt amazing. You said nothing…
His fingers slowly entered you, your pussy now being penetrated hard as two fingers jammed in and out of your wet pussy while his tongue now teased your ass, licking around the hole and sucking gently at the entrance as you felt the need to collapse, your knees weakening as waves of pleasure washed through your body and took hold of your soul. His fingers shuffled up and down, causing your body to shake and shiver in serious pleasure.
“Oh my Goddddddd”. It escaped from your lips. He laughed, knowing he had you. He had you. And you were now under his control. You could not do a damn thing about this…
You heard the clanging of soft metal as he took out his belt…
You felt hard leather smack across your bare ass. It hurt. It stung. It felt incredible.
“’Dirty girl. Come to work dressed like that! I should have you fired you little slut!”
He did it again and you yelped loud. The sensation spread throughout your body, tingles running across every inch of your soft skin as you felt him kissing your neck. He had removed his clothes, and was now unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the hot black bra you had picked out just this morning. It seemed like a lifetime ago…
His hands roamed your body as you felt his breath on your neck, soft kisses sinking into you and being planted on your sensitive sweet spots around your neck and chest. Suddenly, you felt his hard cock plunge DEEP inside your wet pussy as you bit your lip, moaning loud and scratching your red-painted nails on the desk.
His cock was so big, thrusting in and out at an electrifying pace between your wet pink pussy lips as they wrapped around his throbbing cock, wet juices echoing around the room as you moaned and he pulled your hair hard, fucking you so hard from behind over his desk that you just lay forward, taking it. You loved every single second of it. You were such a dirty slut and knew it. He knew it and took advantage.
He twirled you around, and brought you to your knees. His cock in hand, he forced it down your throat and you gagged as you felt the rhythmic thrusting of his hard cock forcing itself between your lips. His hands grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth in, harder and harder so his cock was right inside of your mouth. It was rough. He was totally dominating you. You felt totally helpless and it felt so good.
“Suck it harder you dirty girl. Harder.”
You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock, twisting and jacking it back and forth as you felt his body stiffen as the pleasure overcame him while you continued sucking hard, giving him the blowjob of his dreams.
He backed away, and arched around you. A sudden crash of papers and plastic could be heard as he swept everything onto the floor, picking you up in his arms. Kissing you passionately, he sat you on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs wide as you laid you on your back. Once again, he entered you, and began fucking you so hard and fast your boobs were bouncing up and down as the quick thrusts fucked your tight pussy so good you were moaning loud as you found yourself rubbing your clit, your throbbing aching clit being worked over by your fingers as you felt Mr. Lopez’s amazing hard cock fuck your pussy like it had never been fucked before. A crippling, dizzying sensation rushed through your whole body as your legs jolted and a hard orgasm overtook your whole body.
With one swift movement and a deep grunt, Mr. Lopez pulled out and shot a huge load of cum onto your bare skin and boobs. It was warm and glistened onto your skin as you mopped up the thick little puddles on your finger, licking them and sucking on them, tasting his cum as he looked down at you approvingly. He pulled you down and brought you to your knees once more, making you suck the last drops oozing from his cock as you looked up into his eyes.
“I thought you didn’t want it, huh?”
You could only smile, still sucking on his cock and staring into his eyes.
You both began to get dressed, when there was a knock at the door…
“Tom? Honey, it’s Louise. Open up!”
You both froze.
“Shit. Get under the desk. Now!”
Grabbing your pants and shoes, you scurried under Mr. Lopez’s desk. Your heart was racing. You were going to be caught. His wife was here…
“Hey honey.” Mr. Lopez gave his wife a kiss.
“What took so long?”
“Ah I dropped a load of papers. I was just tidying them up.”
The chair next to you pulled out and Mr. Lopez’s legs appeared and squeezed underneath the desk. At the other side, your thong was underneath the chair his wife was now sitting on. You were well and truly trapped…and you had nowhere to go…