A few months later we are working the weekend alone, and he’s being a lot more aggressive than normal, standing close to me as we talked, blatantly eyeing me up and down, backing me against walls or corners subtly. I was enjoying the attention but I knew it was wrong, he’s a married man. I finally told him I had a lot to do and should get back to my desk, and that’s when he moved in to kiss me. I turned away, and he lost it.
He grabbed me by the hair pulled me over to my desk he called me a tease, he said I was always flirting and trying to get him worked up only to leave him hanging and he was tired of it. He had a tight grip on my hair and was calling me a slut as he dragged me to my desk. I had tears in my eyes from the pain but the moment the word slut left his mouth I felt a pulse between my legs. Was I a slut for flirting with a married man? I definitely enjoyed it. Soon as we got to my desk he cleared it off and shoved me face first against it. I felt the cold top of the desk pressing against my cheek and whimpered.
Richard got behind me held me down with one hand and undid my jeans with the other before violently ripping them down. I wasn’t wearing panties and Richard pointed that out saying “No panties at work? I knew you were a slut!” He slid his hand between my thighs as I struggled to get away. He put a hand on the center of my back and pushed me back down into the desk slightly knocking the wind out of me. I stopped struggling long enough for him to get his hand between my thighs. “You’re liking this aren’t you slut?” he spat I felt his had rub against my pussy and I could feel I was wet.
This was wrong and I knew I needed to get away, but my body wanted it. It had been a few months since I last had sex and my body was aching for it. “You’re so wet back here slut! I knew you needed some dick!” he said as he slid a finger into my tight pussy. All I could do was whimper and cry as he slowly fingers my pussy in and out. I tried to struggle but he was so strong and I couldn’t help that it felt good.
He slipped another finger into me and I let out a moan “You like that slut?” he asked. He started fingering me faster and faster, his other hand still on my back holding me down against my desk. I struggled as much as I could fighting to stop this, begging him to stop, whimpering, sobbing, and moaning. I felt my body tighten and it happened. I came, and I came hard.
I saw spots as my body tensed and relaxed. The whole time Richard fingering my pussy fast and hard. “That’s right slut! Cum for me!” he growled. Then he leaned over me and whispered into my ear. “You’re my bitch now and I’m going to take you!” He nibbled my neck as he pulled away and my body shivered. He pulled his hand away from my drenched pussy only to replace it with his very hard cock.
I didn’t even realize he had his pants off. He tried to shove his cock completely into me but even with as wet as I was I was too tight and he said so. “damn slut you have a tight pussy! It’s just begging to be stretched” he grunted He kept sliding back and forth forcing more of his cock into me with each thrust. Thrust Thrust Thrust “You’re so fucking tight” he grunted Thrust Thrust Thrust “So wet! You feel so good!” he moaned The only sounds in the room were his grunting, the light slapping of our bodies, and the wet squish from between my legs as he used my soaked pussy for his pleasure. **full story at ->** [Alone at work](https://thebestsexstories101.blogspot.com/2019/10/alone-at-work.html)