*This is a story that is inspired by actual events. Names and details have been changed to protect identities of the people involved. This took place* *a few months ago with Mary (see part* [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f1d327/my_first_affair_with_a_chubby_40_year_old_woman_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)*). This is the second part in a series of works.*
As the mind numbing monotony of work dragged (restart my computer, turn on my monitor, also *actually* program once in a while) on, so did my boredom. Meeting up with Mary seemed almost like second nature, almost like breathing. Mary *definitely* had endurance, but she was a little too… vanilla for my tastes, pedestrian at times even. I finishes writing my VBA shit-esque scripts and texted Mary to wait for me outside around the corner after work ended. While the attorneys and other staff all packed and left, I inconspicuously looked around and texted Mary to return back.
It was chilly tonight and Mary was wearing a tight leather miniskirt, and a leather jacket above a red cardigan with dark brown leather cowgirl boots. “You really went all out this casual Friday”, I said teasingly. “Oh, anything for you Allen,”. I gently touched her arm with my finger and slowly ran it up to her shoulder. “I serious though, I need to have a meeting with you regarding your dress code, erm, *violation,*”. Mary chuckled as I led her away by the hand to the meeting room. The meeting room had a nice set up for a little game I wanted to play with her. Moreover, there were no security measures in place (yeah my ex-employer was cheap but another person’s loss is another person’s gain). The meeting room was never really used anymore since the (unusual for this firm) adoption of video conferencing software by the firm. It consisted of a whiteboard and a small podium with a microphone and sound setup all straight out of the late 1980s . To this day, I don’t think Mary really anticipated that room being significant up until this point.
Once in the meeting room, we started kissing heavily on each others’ faces and partially unbuttoned the others’ shirts. We fumbled around to the center of the podium. I felt inside her leather skirt, my heart stopped, *no panties.* “You know Mary, I think you’re purposely violating dress code; tight fitting clothing, no panties to speak of…,”. Mary chuckled, I gently pressed my finger against her lips. “You’ve been a bad girl *and* a bad liar. You’re going to be punished,” I said with a grin. “In what way?”, said Mary. I slowly produced a set of handcuffs from my pocket and dangled them in front of her, “this way…” .She moaned out a yes. Within seconds, her hands were bound behind her back and her mobility diminished. After, locking the handcuffs, it was now it was time for the interrogation…
I switched on the microphone and the sound system, but didn’t turn on the speaker outputs yet on the mixer. I then found some duct tape inside an old drawer. With Mary blissfully helpless, I placed the microphone in between her humongous breasts, securely taped around it and Mary, and turned on the speaker outputs. My shitbox lie detector machine was now complete as evinced by the sound of Mary’s heartbeat echoing through the space.
“You hear that babe? That’s the sound your body makes when you act like a lying little slut,” I said gently caressing her face. “Also, I get to hear just how your body reacts to *everything* I do to you. Cross your legs…”, I whispered into her ear. Heart racing just as expected, Mary crossed her legs and leaned forward somewhat against the podium. This elevated her ass and barely exposed her pussy. I slowly undid my pants, and slowly moved my throbbing cock up and under her skirt, brushing up against it ever so slightly. I heard her racing heart echoing once more through the space. I then decided to just pound her pussy from behind in synchrony with her heart. I was able to match it for most of the time, but it (and most definitely me) got very hard to do towards the end when Mary came all over herself. Just to piss her off, I made sure to blow my load on her nice leather skirt. After, unlocking her handcuffs, I got the steamiest kiss planted on me right before the hardest slap to the my face. “You fucking dumb prick! That was my favorite skirt!”, she said with a beet red face. She was right and I knew. I was also still somewhat hard from her slap across my face…
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