This story was commissioned by an acquaintance who always fantasised about catching her two hot workmates fucking. They’re real people based off the descriptions given, but all names have been changed and details left intentionally vague to prevent anybody from being identified. The scenario requested included rough sex, lots of filthy, over-the-top dirty talk, and a specific tone for the ending. Needless to say, the events of this story are absolute fiction.
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“Dammit, my phone!” Molly checks her pockets, empties out her purse onto the front seat of her car and double-checks the glove tray, but to no avail. It’s nearly quarter to six, and she’s already running late for another engagement. She was supposed to finish work at five, but when the boss says stay, you stay. *At least Sharon was nice about it*, Molly thinks a little ruefully.
Sighing, she clambers out of her car and trots back towards the office. Surely the phone is just sitting on her desk – and hopefully Sharon won’t have gone home yet, so the door will still be unlocked.
Unlocked and wide open, indeed; Molly quickly ascends the staircase to her third-floor office and makes a beeline for her desk. The workspace takes on a somewhat ethereal quality with the harsh fluorescent lights off, a sort of foreboding gloom hanging over the workstations that always look so harsh under the bright light of the workday. Now, the only illumination is the cloudy orange light of evening, filtering feebly in through a bank of windows on the far side of the office. Over by Molly’s desk, the light is weak, and she fumbles around on her desk for her cellphone. Finding it, she swiftly stuffs it in her purse and turns to leave.
Just as she’s about to exit the same way she came in, however, a strange noise reaches Molly’s ears. She pauses, cocking her head curiously to determine the source of the sound. It comes again, clearer this time. That’s definitely her boss Sharon’s voice, but… is she *giggling*? Tiptoeing carefully, Molly follows the noise towards Sharon’s office, where a barely cracked-open door spills harsh electric light out into the corridor.
“Mhm,” Sharon is saying, her voice playful as a strange sort of rustling sound cuts across the silence. It almost sounds like clothing being removed, but surely that couldn’t be…
“Oh, baby. You know I love that bra on you.”
A man’s voice! Molly claps a hand over her mouth as she freezes in place, just feet outside Sharon’s office. Wait, hold on. There’s so much going on right here. Her head is whirling, the office seems to be spinning in the opposite direction. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, focusing.
She has to see.
As quietly as she can, Molly drops to her knees – feeling patently ridiculous but also incredibly curious – and crawls the last couple of feet to the door, approaching it from the side so that there’s no chance of her being seen.
“I know you do,” Sharon says as Molly summons up the courage to peek around the door frame. She’s leaning against her desk, her slender build mostly obscured by the tall man embracing her, his back to the door. “I bet you’d like it more on the floor, though, wouldn’t you?” she teases, drawing close to his ear and dropping her voice to a sultry whisper.
The blond man groans in agreement, his hands moving all over Sharon’s body. “I’d love that,” he says, a visible shiver running down his spine.
Molly’s eyes grow wide as she recognises his voice and build. It’s Steve! The so-called ‘new guy’ on the team – even though he’s been working here for about a year already. Tall and broad-shouldered, he draws admiring glances everywhere he goes. Even, apparently, from his boss. *Wait, Sharon is married! She has kids, for Christ’s sake!* And here she is, secretly making out with one of her employees. For that matter, wasn’t Steve married too? Molly’s not sure, but she knows he’s seeing someone and has a kid of his own.
Her heart pounds as she watches them, unable to tear herself away. From her vantage point near the ground, there’s not much she can see other than Steve’s back, but she can hear everything.
“Want me to take it off now?” Sharon suggests, her tone bold and flirtatious.
“Nah,” Steve says. “Much as I want you to, I’d rather rip it off myself later.”
“Ooh, tiger!” Sharon giggles, pressing herself into him for a quick kiss, lips smacking and breath rushing as she laces her arms around his neck. “Shall we move, then? I know you like bending me over my desk, but…” She leaves the sentence unfinished, an unspoken promise hanging in the air.
Steve chuckles in turn, then reaches down and clasps Sharon around her firm, jiggly ass, causing her to gasp in girlish surprise as he hefts her into his arms. Skirt riding up, she wraps her stockinged legs around his back, hooking her ankles together to stay in place as Steve continues to kiss her. “Let’s go, then,” he says in between kisses, turning to walk the two of them towards the door.
Realising what’s going to happen, Molly panics, practically flinging herself away from the office door as Steve strides towards it. *Shit! A place to hide.* She looks around desperately, quickly settling on the door to the conference room across the hallway. It’s close enough that she manages to dive across the hall, push the still-ajar door open and rush inside before Steve and Sharon exit the office. As a matter of fact, they seem to pause before leaving, giving Molly time to squeeze the door shut, praying that the *click* is inaudible.
She pauses for breath, taking deep gasps and running a hand through her sweaty hair. Her reprieve is short-lived, however, as the doorknob begins to rattle. “Aw, it’s locked.” Steve’s voice.
“Let’s just go to the staffroom, then,” Sharon purrs.
“I wanted to fuck you on the table in here,” Steve says, sounding a little put out. “We did it in the staffroom last Friday.”
Sharon giggles again, that strange, playful tone in her voice that Molly hadn’t heard before coming to the fore once again. “Okay, tiger. I have the key in my office, put me down a sec.”
Molly feels as if she could just scream with frustration and fear right now, though she knows that would be a bad idea. *Leave me alone and go screw somewhere else!* she wants to say, but for now all she can do is desperately look around for another hiding place. A floor-to-ceiling filing cabinet, that will do. It used to have spare uniforms in it for the custodial staff, but they got their own locker room in September, so it should still be empty… right? She wrenches it open, wincing at the metallic clang.
Thankfully, it’s only been used to dump some paper documents. No shelves were reinstalled, so Molly quickly slips inside, shutting the door behind her just as the door to the corridor clicks open and Sharon leads Steve inside. The cabinet is not the most comfortable place to be standing, but Molly quickly realises that she has a perfect view through the wide slits in the door as Sharon – her blouse unbuttoned and askew – draws Steve in close for another kiss, sitting back on the oval conference table as he pushes eagerly forward. Her hair is falling out of its usual updo, framing her pretty face with loose, dark brown strands. Through the wide-open front of her blouse, Molly can see a lacy powder-blue bra, a splash of colour against her creamy skin.
“So,” Sharon says, pushing Steve back with one nimble finger. “You wanted to fuck me on this table, huh?”
“Yeah,” Steve admits, letting his hands roam across her thighs as she keeps him at arm’s length. “Something about doing it where all the important business stuff happens… kinda turns me on.”
Sharon grabs his checkered tie and pulls him closer, staring mischievously into his eyes. “Is that all you were thinking about during the PD meeting yesterday?”
Steve looks a tad embarrassed, but he nods, owning it. “I couldn’t stop fantasising about you,” he says. “I wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you right then and there.”
“In front of everybody else in the department?” Sharon’s voice is dry and a touch sarcastic.
“I said I wanted to,” Steve says with a shrug. “Didn’t say I was going to. But today…” He reaches out with a grin towards Sharon’s buttons, but she stops him with a look.
“Easy, tiger. We’ll get there soon enough,” she cooes, slowly unpicking the knot of his tie and sliding it out from under his collar.
Molly’s eyes widen as Sharon unbuttons Steve’s work shirt. She was always impressed with Steve’s physique when she saw him around the office, but the real thing is something else. While he isn’t exactly rippling with bulging muscles, Steve clearly takes good care of himself. Molly watches, her mouth dry, as Sharon traces a finger over her lover’s well-defined pecs before continuing to unbutton the shirt.
When she reaches the last button, Steve starts to shrug the shirt off, but Sharon stops him again. “Keep it,” she says. “You know I like it this way.”
Steve chuckles as he adjusts the garment so it doesn’t fall off his shoulders. “You and your clothes thing.”
“I do not have a ‘clothes thing’, thank you very much!” Sharon snaps, but her eyes are playful. “I just happen to think it makes it much more… exciting. Really makes it feel like we’re doing something naughty.”
“Well, we kind of are,” Steve says, causing Molly to quietly nod in frantic agreement. *No shit!* “I wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”
“Oh, I know you wouldn’t,” Sharon says, still running her hands gently up and down his torso. “God, your body is amazing.”
“Not as amazing as yours.” Steve moves forward again, and finally Sharon doesn’t stop him, allowing him to slide his hands under her blouse and caress her. He leans in for a kiss but changes his angle at the last second and goes for her neck, planting kisses on the underside of her jaw.
“Oooh,” she trills at the unexpected contact, undoing the last couple of buttons on her blouse to allow him better access. Her voice sounds a little unsteady as she flings it wide open, showing off her tight, flat tummy. “Hold me, Steve. Please?”
Kissing his way down Sharon’s neck, Steve obliges, circling his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him. She’s leaning back now, her lower body being pulled towards the edge of the table as Steve pushes her upper body backwards with kisses. In no time at all she’s flat on her back on the conference table, arching her back up into Steve as he pulls her hips greedily towards him, leaning over her and dwarfing her svelte form with his deceptively muscular physique.
Molly unwittingly bites her lip as she watches their bodies writhe together, two passionate forms lit in fervent orange by the slowly setting sun, casting long shadows against the wall of the conference room.
“Mm, baby,” Sharon groans, gripping Steve’s shoulders as he plants kisses along her collarbone. “Ugh, you make me feel so good. My husband never makes love to me like this.”
“And my partner never lets me,” Steve says wryly. “She’s too impatient. But right now, there’s just us. Right?”
“Yessss…” Sharon’s voice is a satisfied hiss as she relaxes in his arms, moving her hands from Steve’s shoulders to his head and guiding his lips down towards her cleavage. Though her breasts are small, Molly can see their gentle swell pushing against the taut fabric of her bra, inviting Steve to torment them.
And torment them he does. Ducking his head into Sharon’s modest cleavage, Steve plants wet kisses up and down the valley of her breasts before moving to her nipples, gently nipping at it through the fabric with bared teeth before squeezing the other with his free hand, eliciting a passionate gasp from Sharon.
“Oh, shit,” she says, throwing her head back against the table and giggling. “That feels so good. It’s like electricity, baby.”
“I’ve never been this turned on in my life,” Steve says with a grin, gently grinding his crotch against Sharon’s hips as he stands back up, taking a moment to pause and appreciate the view.
Guiltily, Molly finds herself doing the same. Sharon lies sprawled on the table, her hair dishevelled, her lips slightly parted and swollen from kissing, her eyes dark with lust. Her chest rises and falls dramatically with great, sighing breaths that emphasise the curves of her modest, perky bust, and the smooth expanse of her stomach is like a splash of spilled cream on the table. Her skirt has ridden up around her thighs again as Steve pushed himself against her, exposing her long, slim legs in their tight white leggings.
“So come get me, lover,” Sharon says, her voice smouldering with sexual tension as she beckons him towards her with a ‘come-hither’ motion.
Steve resists, however, taking a step back from the table and fiddling with his belt. “It’s no fun if we go too fast, right?”
Sharon seems to grasp his meaning instinctively, a coy smile playing across her face as she slides off the table, her deft fingers helping to dive inside Steve’s pants and pull out-
Molly has to stifle a gasp as Steve’s cock makes its appearance. Probably just a touch over seven inches in length, it sits comfortably above average, but its girth is what makes it truly remarkable. From her vantage point, it looks to be almost as thick as a soda can.
*I had no idea what Steve was packing. Holy shit!* she says to herself, shifting awkwardly in the cramped cabinet. She doesn’t dare make a sound, but standing half-propped up on a pile of papers does not make for comfortable peeping.
And she is well and truly peeping now, Molly realises as she watches Sharon kneel in front of Steve, leaning in to lick lovingly up the length of his cock.
“Mm, you taste all musky,” she says, biting her lip as she looks up at his face. “I love it.”
“You always do,” Steve says with a cocky grin. “You know my girl at home won’t even touch my cock unless I shower first? I mean, I like to be clean too and all, but that’s a little insulting.”
“Mm,” Sharon agrees, rolling her tongue around the head of Steve’s dick. Slurping and slobbering in a way Molly never would have thought her prim and proper boss capable of, she coats the majority of his length in saliva before opening her mouth wide and taking him in.
“Ugh!” Steve exclaims involuntarily, throwing his head back as Sharon takes over half his considerable length into her mouth, gentle gurgling sounds coming from her throat as she moves her head sinuously from side to side. “Oh, baby, that feels so good. Hey, touch yourself while you do it. You know I love that.”
Leaving one hand planted on Steve’s thigh as she bobs up and down on his thick cock, Sharon runs the other down her front, slipping it under the waistband of her skirt and fossicking around in her underwear.
Molly can’t see anything but the front of Sharon’s skirt moving – and neither can Steve, but he seems to enjoy it nonetheless. “That’s it… Found your clit there?”
Sharon hums her assent, little moans escaping from her mouth as she speeds up her blowjob. “Mmph! Ah! Mm! Nmm! Haah!” Between the slurping and the little grunts she makes, the room quickly grows full of the sound of sex, causing Molly’s face to redden even more than it surely already was.
*This is getting out of hand.* She kind of hopes that they will leave soon, but another part – a dark, secret part – desperately wants them to stay. Either way, she’s stuck in this cabinet until they leave, so she finds herself enjoying the show more and more with every passing minute.
Sharon’s sucking is approaching manic speed now, slurping her way up and down Steve’s shaft as ropes of spit dangle and drip from her mouth.
“God, you’re a filthy whore!” Steve says suddenly, grabbing Sharon by the hair and pushing his cock deeper into her throat. Her eyes widen at the unexpected invasion, but she gags gamely, eyes rolling back slightly as his balls slap against her chin. The hand playing with her pussy under her clothes moves faster, betraying her evident enjoyment of the rough treatment.
After a few seconds of this, he lets her up, causing her to release his cock with a *pop* and gasp for breath. Her eyes are unfocused but she does her best to stare up at him, her face dripping with spit and her makeup running. Tears have swept away her mascara, leaving blotchy black dribbles under her eyes. “Mmmm, I love it when you do that,” she says, licking her lips as she goes to inhale Steve’s cock again, but he stops her.
“You’re going to love this even more, then,” he says, grabbing Sharon by the arm and pulling her to her feet. “Back on the table.”
Sharon obeys, looking at him curiously. “What have you got planned this time?” she asks, her voice a touch raspy but still eager.
“Turn around and lie down with your head over the side,” Steve instructs, pawing at her body as he helps her into the position. Once Sharon appears comfortable, he squats down to her eye level, looking into her upside-down eyes as she hangs her head off the edge of the table.
“I think I saw this in a porno once,” she says.
“Probably,” Steve laughs. He leans in and kisses Sharon, forcing his lips against her upside-down mouth before shoving his tongue inside. His hands roam over her upper body, gently kneading her tits and massaging her bare shoulders before breaking the kiss and standing up again, laying his thick, rigid cock on Sharon’s face.
Her tongue darts out at the contact, eagerly flicking over his head and wetting it with saliva. She has an entranced look on her face as Steve bobs his cock up and down, slapping her lightly in the face with it.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, bumping the head of his cock against Sharon’s lips.
“Don’t be,” she says. “I want you to ruin me with that big fat cock of yours. Make it so I’ll never be satisfied by sucking my husband’s dick ever again. Fuck my face until I choke and then cum down my throat!” Sharon adjusts her position on the table, leaning her head further back and opening her mouth wide.
Steve gives a low whistle. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says, then slides his hips forward.
Molly watches in shock as Steve’s huge member forces its way into Sharon’s throat, the angle of her head guiding it straight down. Inch after inch disappears down her gullet, creating a visible bulge in her neck as she gags it down. Before long, Steve’s balls are resting on Sharon’s face as he hunches forward over her, his entire length buried in her throat. He pauses for a moment, clearly revelling in the feeling of having his cock completely enclosed by her warm, wet hole. Then just as slowly, he pulls it out, the visible distension in Sharon’s throat receding as his cock slides out with a *pop*.
Sharon gasps, moaning feebly as she reaches a hand out for the cock she has been deprived of.
“More?” Steve asks.
“Fuck yes, more,” Sharon pleads. “I told you not to be gentle.”
“That was the warning round,” he says with a grin as he *slams* his cock back down her throat, causing Sharon’s entire body to spasm, the back of her head knocking against the edge of the desk. Bracing his arms on either side of Sharon’s body, Steve draws his hips back and drives his cock wildly down her throat, again and again and again. He’s fucking her face now, using her throat as a hole purely for his pleasure. His hips jackhammer her face with no thought for her comfort, but she grasps his legs with an iron grip and silently encourages him forward.
*Gluck, gluck, gluck.* Sharon’s mouth is surrounded by spit now, and Steve’s cock glistens in the evening light every time he draws it out before pounding it back into her, roughly fucking her face against the desk as he groans pleasurably with every thrust. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” he says, his voice tight as he continues to drive his cock down her throat. “Every time you opened your mouth, I imagined what it would look like in this position. Every time you walked past my desk, I fantasised about throwing you down on it and shoving my cock down your throat just… like… this!” He punctuates his last words with three mighty shoves, leaving his cock buried in the deepest reaches of Sharon’s throat as he groans agonisingly. He grabs her head with his hands and shakes it, twisting her throat around his cock.
Sharon gags, spluttering, hacking noises audible from around Steve’s juicy fat cock, but she gamely keeps pulling him in. She’s not an active partner here, Molly can tell. There’s no room for tongue movement or teasing; it’s simply Steve using her face like a sex toy. And she seems to love it. As Steve pulls out and begins fucking her throat once more, she grips his legs ever more tightly and pulls him into her, desiring the rough, animalistic fucking that he’s giving her.
Steve’s pace increases even further, if that were at all possible. He’s grimacing now, his face contorting as his body leads him towards a pounding pleasure. All at once, he shoves his cock in as deep as it will go, tensing his hips and groaning as he pushes deep into Sharon’s throat. “Cumming! Take it all!”
Molly sees his balls twitch as he empties himself into Sharon’s face, keeping his cock rooted in her until the end. When he finally pulls it out, it’s dripping with cum and saliva, but still brutally hard.
Sharon coughs and gags as she draws herself into a sitting position on the desk. Her face is a red-flushed mess of cum, sweat, tears, spit and running makeup, but there is a fierce joy in her eyes as she swallows the remainder of Steve’s load. “You ever done that to someone before?” she asks, her voice sounding a little hoarse. Licking her lips, she collects some loose dribbles of cum and sucks them into her mouth, closing her eyes as she savours the taste.
“Never…” Steve stares slack-jawed at Sharon. “It felt fucking amazing, though.”
“Didn’t it just?” Sharon purred, standing and grasping the hem of her skirt. “It felt so good for me too, you know? I just love being your little slut, showing you the side of me that nobody else gets to see. You wouldn’t believe how wet it makes me when you hold me down and use my body for your pleasure.”
“You like being a fucktoy, huh?” Steve asks, watching as his lover slowly rolls her skirt up, exposing inch after inch of white leggings on her slim, sexy thighs.
“I *love* it,” she says, reaching under her skirt to shimmy the leggings down, revealing light blue panties that match her bra and creamy, soft thighs that look almost as pale as her white leggings. “Look at my pussy, baby. See how wet I am?”
“Yeah. Holy shit,” Steve breaths. Molly can see it too, even from her relatively distant vantage point in the cabinet. A dark wet patch, extra-contrasting on the light-coloured fabric, is visible at her crotch as she holds the front of her skirt up.
“I got like this from having you use me,” Sharon murmurs, reaching her free hand into her panties and shuddering as she touches herself. “Oh, fuck! My pussy’s so ready for you right now. You’ve made me into a total whore who gets off on being face-fucked, and now… now I need you in my other hole. And I need it *hard*. Can you do that for me?”
Steve smiles. Quick as a whip, he grabs Sharon by the shoulder, spinning her forcibly around and slamming her on the table, grinding her face into the fake wood. “Ah!” she exclaims playfully, wiggling her tight, jiggly ass at him. “Playtime’s over, I see.”
“Nope,” Steve says, pulling the back of her skirt up and exposing her panties before slapping her hard across the ass, eliciting another squeal. “Playtime’s just beginning.” Slipping his hand between her legs, he rubs her pussy through her soaked panties – but it is no gentle caress. He pushes his fingers deep into her, stretching the fabric and rubbing like he’s trying to start a fire.
Sharon squeals with pleasure as his other hand moves to her neck, continuing to press her face against the table. Her eyes roll back into her head as her whole body shakes from the force of his fingering. “Oh my God, gonna cum!” she hisses.
Steve stops immediately, causing her to whine and press her ass back against him, seeking release. “Why?” she moans piteously. “I was so close!”
“That’s exactly why,” Steve says. “Now don’t move.” Releasing his grip on her neck, Steve steps back and takes another swing, bringing his hand down open-palmed on Sharon’s left ass cheek. *Crack!*
She groans, a guttural, animal sound of pleasure as her rump shivers. Steve spanks her again, then grabs her panties and yanks them down, exposing her drenched pussy and ass. “Who does this slutty, hopeless pussy belong to?” he asks, sticking three fingers easily inside.
“It’s yours!” Sharon moans, rolling her hips as she tries to fuck herself to orgasm on his fingers again, but Steve pulls away once more, delivering another stinging slap to her ass. “Oh, Jesus, you’re gonna leave marks. Michael will find out!” she says.
“Maybe I want him to,” Steve says, spanking her again. “Maybe I want him to find out how much of a slut you are, bending over your desk every single week to take my cock inside you.”
Sharon whimpers, but says nothing.
“Maybe you should tell him,” Steve suggests. “You could ask him to come pick you up from work one day, and when he walks into your office, boom! My dick’s already hilt deep in your greedy, slutty pussy as you moan and shake your hips like a cock-starved whore.”
“O-oh yeah?” Sharon says, her voice shaky. “Well, maybe we should invite your partner as well, let her see your big hard cock fucking me harder than you ever fuck her. We can go to hell together,” she pants, her words slowly slurring as her ass grows redder and redder.
“Good idea,” Steve says. “But for today…” Positioning his cock at her entrance, he rubs his bulbous glans up and down her slit, parting her lips gently as she gasps with pleasure.
“Oh yes. Ohhhhh, yes,” Sharon gasps as she feels him prepare to enter her.
In her cabinet, Molly watches with hands clamped firmly over her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound. This is so, so wrong, but incredibly hot at the same time. *Are they really going to do it here? Just like this?*
Steve answers that question for her, leaning forwards as he drives his hard, still cum-soaked cock into her boss’s deepest, most secret place. Sharon lifts her head off the desk, tilting it back towards the sky with her mouth forming a silent ‘o’ as Steve mounts her, sinking the entire length of his girthy cock into her pussy as she twitches and trembles. “Use me,” she entreats, wriggling her ass against him as he bottoms out. “I want to feel like the filthy cumslut that I am.”
“Your wish is my command,” Steve says mockingly. Reaching forward, he pulls the rest of Sharon’s hair out of its bun, letting it fall in sweaty sheets around her face. Gathering two fistfuls of her hair, he yanks her upwards, suspending her body over the table as he pulls out, ramming his cock back inside her with great force.
Still mostly dressed, Sharon is a wild sight as she rolls herself into Steve’s cock, pushing her hips gladly back to match his rhythm even as her hair is roughly tugged and abused. Her head flies back as he yanks once again, almost looking Steve in the eye as he fucks her from behind. Her eyes are wild and her teeth are bared as she pushes through the pain, her words turning to unintelligible groans as the very breath is fucked out of her. “Harder!” she manages to wheeze out, spreading her legs as far as the leggings still wrapped around her knees will allow, inviting Steve deeper into her body.
Steve gives her hair one final pull, then lets it go, allowing Sharon’s face to smack back against the table. Putting one leg up on the edge of the table, he climbs almost on top of her as he continues to pound her dripping pussy, one large hand bearing down on the back of her head and the other slapping her ass as he rides her. Sharon is getting more and more vocal as this goes on, her moans rapidly turning into shrieks as Steve rails her pussy. Her squeals are hardly muffled at all by the fact that her face is being ground into the table. “Fuuuuuuuck!” she yells as Steve’s hard dick scrapes out her insides. “I’m gonna cum, baby, don’t stop!”
Again, Steve stops immediately, causing her to collapse against the table, agonising disappointment etched all over her face as her hips twitch against him, seeking the release that she was so close to achieving. “Agggh! Why do you do this to me, you fuck?” she groans as Steve pulls his cock out, still slick with cum and her juices.
“Because you love it,” Steve says. “You and I both know that you love being denied. You’re such a cock-hungry bitch that you’d cum ten times a day if I let you, but I just love seeing your face like this.” Leaning down, he presses his whole body against her, almost enveloping her entire slim form against the table as he kisses the back of her neck, brushing her hair out of the way to lick and nibble on one of her ears.
“B-but I was so close,” she moans. “I want to cum. I need to cum! Nobody else ever fucked me like you do. This is the only way I’ll get through the weekend.”
“You’ll cum when I tell you to!” Steve says, suddenly seizing a fistful of Sharon’s hair and dragging her upwards.
Whimpering with pain and pleasure, she allows herself to be lifted into a kneeling position on the table. Held in place by his strong grip near the base of her hair, she can only gasp and shiver as he looks up and down her body.
Letting go of her hair, he orders her, “Stay like that.” As she nods, he rips the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her top half wearing only the bra. That garment follows quickly, though, Steve undoing the clasp with practiced ease and tossing it aside. Sharon’s breasts are finally freed, small yet perfectly formed swells of flesh topped with tiny pink nipples, diamond-hard with arousal. He tugs her skirt down to her knees, then gives it another powerful yank, pulling her legs out from underneath her.
Sharon crashes back onto the table, on her back this time, as Steve swiftly strips the remainder of her clothes off, discarding the skirt and leggings but holding onto her soaked blue panties. “I thought-” she says hesitantly.
“You thought we were going to do it like normal?” Steve cuts her off with a grin, shedding his own clothes to reveal his impressive physique. “Not today. Today I want you naked and shameless like the desperate slut you are. I’ve wanted to see you like this since the day I first started working here.”
“Naked and shameless?” she teases, spreading her legs wide and stroking her pussy lips with a finger.
“That, and gagging on your own panties as you scream for my cock,” he says, licking his lips as he shoves the blue lace panties into Sharon’s mouth, packing them inside and sealing it with a kiss when she obediently closes her mouth over them. Standing up again, he pulls Sharon’s hips towards him, bumping his cock against her pussy once again. But this time, he doesn’t put it in straight away. He grinds his hips against her, his cock sliding gently over the folds of her pussy and slipping up towards her stomach. It almost reaches her belly button, Molly notes with some detached awe.
“You want this?” he asks. Sharon just whimpers, her mouth still stuffed with her panties, and he backhands her across the face before repeating himself. “I said, do you want my cock?”
Sharon nods, blinking away the tears that sprang up when he hit her. Rather than being angry about being slapped, she seems more turned on than ever, gyrating her hips against Steve, trying to pull his cock inside her naked pussy.
“You want it, or you need it?” he asks. A whimpered nod. Another slap, on the other cheek this time.
“Yes, I need it!” she chokes out, her voice distorted and muffled by the fabric in her mouth.
“Then…” Steve says slowly, pulling back to slip the head of his cock inside her waiting, drooling pussy. “You can have it!” He sinks into her up to the hilt in one thrust, causing her to arch her back in delirious pleasure as it rams right up into her waiting pussy.
She wails through the makeshift gag, hands scrabbling at the table as Steve leans forward, wrapping his powerful hands around Sharon’s neck as he fucks her. Her eyes bulge with surprised pleasure at the touch, and she willingly surrenders herself to his control, letting him slam her head against the table in time with the thrusts of his cock. Her hands roam over his body, making a token effort to pry his hands off her throat before moving to his chest and shoulders, grasping at his muscles.
Right now, Steve is in absolute control. Molly watches with wide eyes, unable to tear herself away, as he takes one hand off her throat and begins slapping her again, smacking her cheeks so that her head jerks around like a punching bag, red marks blending with tears and makeup, her eyes puffy and her skin dark as he continues to choke her.
Turning her head and spitting the panties out of her mouth, Sharon looks up at Steve with red eyes and begs him to fuck her harder. Her legs lock around his waist as she pulls him into her, letting him slam her entire body against the table until it almost seems she might break. “Think you can cum?” she asks as he lets go of her neck to play with her tits, pulling roughly on her nipples until she squeals with joyful pain.
“Soon,” he grunts as his cock drives in and out of her pussy, wet sloppy sounds emanating through the room from the combination of their fluids as their sweaty bodies slap together. “Not yet.”
“I need it, baby!” she begs. “I need to cum soon, and I want to feel your hot jizz splashing inside my slutty womb when I do.”
“Alright,” Steve says, grinning mischievously. Easily picking Sharon up in his arms as he continues to fuck her, he kneels down on the floor – facing right towards Molly’s cabinet – and lays Sharon out on her back. Not finished yet, though, he unhooks Sharon’s legs from around his back and pushes them forward, folding her in two so her knees drive into her chest and her ankles rest on his shoulders. Lifting up her hips so only her head and shoulders are touching the floor, he wraps his arms around her legs to hold her steady and begins again, fucking down into her like a piledriver.
Sharon screams at the unexpected angle, her neck bent uncomfortably as she gratefully received Steve’s cock. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled, adding more spit to the filthy mess that was her abused, flushed visage. “Ooooooogh,” she groaned, her pussy trembling as Steve continued to jackhammer away.
They were only a few feet away from Molly now, and she knew that if they looked up at the cabinet for any reason, they would see her staring back at them. But there was no danger of that, it seemed. They were totally lost in one another, Steve concentrating on maintaining his frantic pace as he rammed his thick cock deep into Sharon’s pussy.
“Here it comes,” he groans by way of warning.
“Fill me up!” Sharon demands, grabbing his face with her hands and locking her eyes on his. “God, I’ve needed this all week. Fuck me like you mean it and dump that hot, sweet load right inside my pussy.”
With one final groaning sigh, Steve slams his cock one last time into Sharon, burying it to the hilt. It pulses rhythmically as his ejaculation explodes, pumping unseen ropes of hot, sticky cum into the deepest recesses of her vagina.
Sharon shudders as her moans reach a peak, half-formed words and garbled squeals pouring uncontrollably out of her mouth as her body tenses up, her pussy clenching down on Steve’s furiously ejaculating cock. Trembles start at her toes as her orgasm takes her, riding her high until her entire body is jerking and wobbling, wordless shrieks torn from her throat and fluids drooling from her pussy lips as she claws at Steve’s chest, taking heaving gulps of air as he leaves his cock buried deep inside her.
When at last he withdraws his softening member from her pussy, Sharon collapses to the floor, still breathing hard as she runs a hand through her hair. Her petite body is coated in sweat, spit and cum, red marks visible on her face and around her nipples as her modest chest heaves. Steve collapses on the floor next to her, lying on his back and reaching out for her right hand with his left.
“Good?” he asks, still breathing heavily himself.
“The best,” Sharon says dreamily, laboriously rolling herself over to lie on top of him, her sticky, naked body squelching gently as she does so. “It’s like fireworks going off in my head every time you fuck me,” she says, planting a soft, wet kiss on Steve’s lips.
Steve kisses her back, wrapping his arms gently around his lover and squeezing her tight. “You’re so beautiful when you lose control,” he murmurs.
“Excuse me? Who lost control?” Sharon teases him indignantly. “You have to do better than that to make me lose it.”
“Is that a challenge?” Steve asks, running his hands down Sharon’s back and squeezing her ass.
Sharon giggles at the touch, flicking him gently on the nose with one finger. “You can find out next week,” she says playfully.
Steve sighs. “Can’t we make it sooner? I want to see you outside of work sometimes, too.”
Sharon frowns slightly, even as she sits up, straddling Steve’s chest to look curiously down at him. “You… you mean that?”
“Course I do.” Steve looks a tad uncomfortable, but he’s smiling. “You’re the most phenomenal woman I’ve ever met. I wish I’d met you ten years ago.”
“And this is your way of making up for lost time, I suppose?” Sharon asks, but her voice has lost its teasing tone from earlier. Instead, she sounds almost hopeful.
“Something like that.” Steve sits up suddenly, making Sharon squeak as she slides down into his lap. Looking her in the eyes, he says seriously, “You mean a lot to me, Sharon. More than just… this. More than sex hidden in a conference room after everyone’s gone home, sneaking around like we’re doing something wrong.”
“We *are* doing something wrong, Steve!” Sharon points out, looping her arms around his strong back and resting her head on his shoulder. “But you’re right. I don’t want it to just go on like this. You mean more to me than that.”
He leans down and kisses her on the cheek, rubbing her naked back with one hand. “So let’s meet up outside of work. You doing anything on Saturday?”
“Hmm…you?” Sharon giggles, planting a kiss on his neck. “Oops, what have we here?” she asks, laughing as she grinds her neat little ass in his lap. “I thought two times was your limit.”
“So did I,” Steve said, “but you always were one to push the envelope, weren’t you?”
Sharon laughs out loud, a clear, genuine sound full of honest joy. “Well, what say you and I slip on down to the shower on the second floor and see what… arises?” She taps his semi-hard cock with a finger as she stands up and starts gathering her clothes.
“Good idea,” Steve says, doing the same. Dumping his clothes on the table, he helps Sharon to dress, taking every opportunity to kiss, lick or tease her uncovered body as he does so.
“You devil!” she laughs as she kisses him on the lips again. “Come on, let’s get a move on before anybody misses us at home.”
The two of them slip out of the room, giggling and making out like teenagers, leaving Molly to breathe an enormous sigh of relief as she steps out of the cabinet.
“Holy shit,” she says aloud, but quietly enough that the two secret lovers can’t possibly hear her as they head for the elevators. Unable to stop herself, she reaches under the waistband of her skirt, feeling the unbidden dampness in her crotch…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/64qsjh/an_unexpected_rendezvous_mf_voy_cheating_rough
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