The Pleasure of Business, Chapter 1 (MF) (Office fantasy)

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Anna’s computer notifies her that she has a new email.

“That new girl Anna makes it so hard for me to focus on work at my desk. Seriously, I’ve been having to go jerk off in the bathroom like 5 times a day since she started. I can’t stop thinking about how I want to be in her mouth. How those big tits of hers must bounce when she’s fucking. But she has that one sparkly finger which means she’s off limits. Her husband must be a fucking animal in the sack to tie down a hot piece of ass like that. Goddamn I feel like a horny teenager again, Jerry.”

“Jerry?” Anna wonders. “Who is Jerry?” Clearly this email was about her but wasn’t meant to be seen by her. What should she do? Report it to HR? Let the sender know about hi mistake? Or respond and see what other kinds of dirty things have been thought about her at her new job?

Anna decides to delete the email, ignore it, and try to figure out who the hell Jerry is so she can address him in person. The day goes on. She tries to put the email out of her head. Hours later a man stops by her cubicle.

“Hi there, you’re Anna, right?” he says. “I’m Jerry. I think there is an issue with the email server. I’ve been getting emails meant for you all day. I’m mailbox 13. You must be 31? People are always getting things switched around.”

As he talks Anna can’t help but notice him trying to sneak looks at her without getting caught.

So this is the guy sending inappropriate emails. How should she play this? Sound angry? Ask inquisitively? Instead Anna takes the innocent approach.

“Oh hey, yeah I’m Anna. It looks like I got an email from you this morning, sounds like you’ve got some… frustrations huh?” She emphasizes the word “frustrations” to make him know she knows about the email without outwardly saying it.

As Jerry cautiously tries to look at her, Anna instinctively touches her wedding ring, reminding herself that she is tied to her husband, even if their sex life is less than satisfying. As Jerry stands at her cubicle another email comes in.

“Fuck, I have never wanted to be a sweater so badly in my life. Look at the way that thing hugs her tits. I don’t know what’s bluer, her sweater or my balls.”

“Some thing wrong, Anna?” Jerry says, seeing the look on her face change.

She gulps and looks at him. “Oh, um yeah, just got some spam with stuff I wasn’t expecting to see.” She squirms in her seat a bit, not sure what to do from here. Jerry clearly didn’t send the most recent message, but it’s obvious the men in the office find her attractive. She bites her lip and sighs.

“Jerry, I’m uncomfortable with the email I saw that you sent this morning,” she finally blurts out, struggling to meet his eyes. She know it’s wrong to think about other men wanting her since she is married, but something about the idea is arousing to her.

Jerry looks surprised. “Anna, the only email I’ve sent you was the sales reports from last week. Is there something going on?”

Then it clicks for him.

“Have you been receiving emails of… an explicit nature?”

She nods.

“And they have been addressed to me?”

She nods again.

“Christ… I have good news and bad news for you. The good news is I know who is sending them. It’s not me. He thinks I read them but I have them sent to a special folder so I can weed out what is actually work related and what is just his smut. The bad news is…”

He hesitates.

“It’s the head of the company. The man who hired you. Your options are to go along with it, ignore it, or quit. Personally, I’d go along with it. See if you can’t get something for yourself out of the pervert.”

Anna’s mouth drops open in shock. She can’t believe what she is being told.

“As much as that sounds like an easy answer, I’m not sure how much I believe you, Jerry. I barely know you.”

Jerry’s expression becomes serious, conveying he is being honest. Anna sighs and rests her head in her hands.

“What do I do? I don’t feel comfortable with this. I don’t want him to think it’s okay to send such things to anyone. It’s not fair for me to just sit here and take it.”

Suddenly her desk phone rings. It’s him. The boss. The writer of the explicit words.

She answers. “Anna, I need to see you in my office. Immediately.”

He hangs up.

“Well you go tell him then. Or don’t,” Jerry says as he walks away.

“Wait, Jerry,” she calls after him, “Thanks for telling me. I appreciate the honesty.”

She sighs and rises from her desk, straightening her skirt and fixing her sweater. Internally swearing at herself for wearing this outfit today. It’s her husband’s favorite but she didn’t intend for it to be a point of contention for her boss.

Walking down the hallway her stomach tie itself in knots, unsure of how to proceed. Planning to ignore the emails, she swallows and knocks on his office door.

“Come in,” she hears from the other side of the door. She opens it and walks into the office, leaving the door open.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Anna. Please have a seat,” he says, motioning her into the room. He presses a button on his desk to close the door behind her. She jumps slightly when she hears the lock click into place.

“Anna, you have been on staff for two weeks now. Your numbers are good. You arrive on time. You’ve been a model employee except for one detail. And that is why I’ve asked you here,” he says, sternly, his tone never shifting.

“What is that” she says, nervously toying with the hem of her skirt.

He slides his chair back from the desk to reveal that his pants are open, his cock out and rigidly standing at attention. “Anna, I need you to suck my cock. Now.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops. She stands up and starts backing towards the door in an effort to escape.

“Sir, with all due respect, I am not an office slut,” she says, her voice trembling even as she tries to sound firm. “I will not stand for this treatment and I do not appreciate your advances. Please let me out, I will be putting in my resignation and reporting you to HR for this”.

He stands and walks towards her, his cock standing out in front of him like a saber.

“I’m not asking you to be the office slut,” he says, his voice still unchanging from his stern whisper. “In fact, if you fuck anybody else without me telling you to, I’ll fire them. You’re not the office slut.”

He presses her against the door and kisses her firmly on the mouth.

“You’re going to be my little slut. You’re going to do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you’re going to love every second of it, Anna.”

She resists and pushes him away.

“Please, let me out,” she stands her ground, knowing how wrong this is, especially if her husband found out. Even though her head is telling her to run, her pussy throbs for the attention it doesn’t get at home.

“Please, I am not comfortable with this. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” her voice trembling in fear and uncontrollable arousal.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, pressing her to the door and reaching for the hem of her skirt.

Anna freezes. What could he be thinking?

He raises her skirt, exposing her panties.

“If your pussy is wet right now, you’re mine. If it’s not, you can walk away and I won’t bother you again. How does that sound?”

He pauses for a response but receives only a nervous gulp. He pulls her panties to the side with one hand and touches her slit with the other. His finger easily slides inside of her. A small moan escapes her throat. She slaps her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

“Well, well… Looks like I have a new slut after all,” he chuckles.

“Please, just let me go,” Anna stutters but her body punctuates her plea with another moan.

He keeps fingering her pussy slowly with his thick finger and starts pressing his thumb against her clit.

“Are you sure you want to go? It sure doesn’t feel that way inside of you,” he whispers. He takes her hand and wraps it around his exposed cock. “It feels a lot more like you want to stay and find out what happens when you’re a good little slut.”

Anna bites her lip and closes her eyes, hoping she’s dreaming. But when she opens them again her hand is stroking him instinctively. Every time his finger pushes inside of her she feels her resolve slip away more.

“I’m not sure what I want, sir,” she says breathlessly.

“I know what you want,” he whispers pushing a second finger inside of her. “I had you pegged the moment you came in to interview.”

His thumb circling her clit as his fingers pump in and out of her. ”

Pretty girl. Innocent. Wedding ring. Husband who doesn’t fuck her right or enough. I can tell by how tight you are that I’m right.”

He kisses her neck.

“It’s been a long time since you had an orgasm you didn’t have to do yourself, hasn’t it?”

The kiss becomes a bite.

“I can change that. All you have to do is say you want it.”

Anna’s mind spins. Everything he’s said is true. She doesn’t know how to feel. As his teeth meet her flesh, the last of her resistance gives way.

“Sir, I want it,” her voice barely above a whisper, her knees starting to shake from the stimulation she is receiving. The thought of being fucked the way she deserves is too much.

She pushes him away and looks in his eyes, his hunger and lust raging behind them. His offer is serious. He wants her, badly. She hasn’t felt lusted after in so long.

“Yes, sir. I want it, ” she says quietly, slightly louder than a moment before.

“I know you do, Anna,” he says stepping back towards her. “You want to be fucked until you scream.”

Another step closer.

“Fucked until your body aches.”

Another step so he is again face to face with her.

“Fucked like a dirty little slut.”

He kisses her firmly on the mouth.

“Now take off your fucking clothes and let me make you cum.”

He steps backs and sits in one of the office chairs and motions for her to take her clothes off. His cock standing at attention in his lap. She swallows hard and removes her sweater, exposing a black lace bra with no padding, her nipples hard and sticking out. Then she unzips her skirt and pulls it down exposing matching black lace panties. She steps out of the skirt, standing in front of him in her lingerie and heels. She tries to cover herself out of embarrassment and stands looking at him.

He says nothing but motions her to come towards him until she is standing between his legs, his hard cock throbbing less than an inch from her thighs. He reaches up and unhooks her bra, the only thing keeping it from falling to the ground is it being pressed between their bodies. He leans back to let it drop and lets out a moan of satisfaction as he admires her now exposed breasts.

“Magnificent,” he whispers before hungrily taking her left nipple into his mouth and sucking. He squeezes her body to his own, pressing his face further into the soft flesh of her breast. He moans around her nipple and lets his hands drop to squeeze and massage her ass.

“Oh, sir… That feels good,” she manages to say before her voice becomes a series of soft and steady moans.

“You belong to me now,” he whispers before taking her back between his lips.

She puts her fingers into his hair and holds him closely to her chest, moaning again how his mouth and hands feel on her skin. It’s been so long since she has felt wanted or desired this way. He releases her nipple with a loud pop of his lips and start kissing down her stomach. He hooks one finger inside each side of her panties and slowly takes them down. When they are halfway down her thighs he takes one finger and starts to slowly rub her wet slit, collecting her juices on his finger tip. He puts the in his mouth to suck it clean.

“Exquisite. I must have more,” he says rising to his feet.

He guides her body down into the chair and pulls her panties completely off, putting them in his pocket, claiming them as a trophy. He spreads her thighs and begins to gently kiss and nibble them while slowly running his finger up and down her slit. Her body shudders and her moans increase in volume and intensity. Her husband doesn’t touch her this way, no matter how badly she wants him to. When he pushes two fingers inside of her breath catches. As his fingers work in and out, glistening in the dim light of the office, he kisses her outer lips before parting them gently with his tongue and delicately tickling her clit with the very tip.

He moans into her pussy before whispering, “I have wanted this since the first time I saw you.” Then spreading her lips with his fingers and taking her clit into his mouth and gently sucking. “And I get what I want.”

“Sir, I’ve never felt wanted like this, ” she moans, her head rolling, her chest rising and falling steadily with impassioned breaths. She pushes his face into her pussy, clearly begging for more, her hesitation momentarily replace by boldness. Her other hand pinches her nipples and massages the flesh of her heaving breasts.

He releases her clit and holds her lips open. He begins to run the tip of his tongue along the edge of them. Slowly down the left side then back up the right. Then slightly in more. Slowly down the left side then back up the right. Then in more. Again and again in an effort to caress every bit of her pussy with his tongue. Every fold. Every crease. Every inch. He can tell she hasn’t been licked in so long. He intends to make up for lost time by bringing pleasure to every part of her incredible womanhood.

When he has completed his thorough licking, he starts to swirl his tongue in circles around her clit. One. Two. Three. Then taking it into his mouth and sucking. Then more circles. One. Two. Three. And suck. One. Two. Three. And suck.

When he has established the rhythm for her, he slides two fingers back inside. He starts to gently fuck her with them using the same rhythm. One. Two. Three. And deeper. One. Two. Three. And deeper.

He moans expressively with her clit between his lips, vibrating them against her sensitive pearl. Her pleasure is electric to him. He slides his pants off without breaking rhythm. Pleasing her like this has gotten his cock unbearably hard and be begins to slowly stroke himself.

“Please, sir. I want to cum so fucking bad,” she moans, her eyes beginning to water, the pleasure almost unbearable.

He maintains his rhythm but starts increasing the pressure. Sucking harder. Fingering deeper. Enthusiastically pleasing her. He lets her lips go, holding her open with just his mouth. He feels his finger tips, slick with her juices. It makes him moan deeply into her.

Then he pauses.

Her clit in his mouth but no sucking. His fingers inside of her but not moving.

He is thinking.

He starts to suck. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. His lips never breaking contact with her clit. His tongue dashing across its smooth surface.

His fingers start a new rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. In then curling to tap her g-spot. In. Out. In. Out. In. Curl. Out. He lets her adjust to the new rhythms.

Then he adds more.

He takes the thumb of his free hand and circles her ass hole. Then he slides it in and add it’s own rhythm, pressing his thumb in on the same beat as the g-spot curl. She jumps at the new intrusion. She’s never been touched there. The shock and slight pain subside quickly, adding another layer to her growing pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” she half screams, no other words in her vocabulary suitably capturing her feelings.

Anna’s head is swimming, her hands gripping the arms of the chair, trying to contain herself. She has given her body over to him, his skilled touch building her orgasm to heights she has never experienced before.

Then it hits.

Her body shakes, her hips bucking, begging for more, her pussy pulsing, her juices running down hid face.

“Oh my god!” her full voiced scream echoes off the office walls. He doesn’t let up and one orgasm is quickly followed by a second. And a third. He never stops moving his fingers or tongue and she rides the pleasure out, hoping there is more in store for her.

He starts to bring her down. Slowing his pace. Becoming gentler with his touch. Until he has slowed sufficiently to remove himself from her. He rises to his feet and leans in to kiss her. His tongue coated in her juices as it probes into her mouth. She has never tasted herself this way before, savoring how naughty it feels. As he kisses her he lets his hands gently caress her curves knowing her releases have left her body sensitive, every touch a small electric charge through her.

“I get the feeling your husband hasn’t even done it quite like that before,” he says with a slight cocky laugh.

“Now it’s up to you to decide if you want to go back to work or see what else your boss has been thinking about doing to you.”

He starts walking back over to his desk. He sits in his chair, looking at her the entire time, almost challenging her to leave.

But she doesn’t want to leave. She doesn’t see a reason to. The pleasure she has just experienced is too great. She feels like she owes it to him to repay the favor.

“Well, sir, I do have a long list of things to get done today that you gave me. But…” she pauses and bites her lip. “I think I need to repay you.”

She gets on her hands and knees and starts to crawl towards him slowly, trying to look as sexy as she can. She is so out of practice she can’t tell if this is working or just looks silly. But he doesn’t stop her. He doesn’t say a word. She crawls under his desk and kneels between his legs, his cock throbbing inches from her mouth.

He takes her face between his hands and looks her in the eye. “Suck it, you little slut,” he whispers.

With a shaking hand she reaches out and grabs his cock, slowly bring her mouth and tongue to it. She starts to lick from his balls and up his shaft. If she has one thing she is confident in, it’s her talent for sucking cock. She has made an art of it for her husband, even though he doesn’t deserve it.

“Fuck….” he manages to moan. Her breasts brush against his bare legs and intensifies the pleasure.

“I can’t mock your husband when I am so jealous of him right now,” he says between moans.

“I’ve probably gotten 100 blowjobs in this office. But none of them have been as good as this. You are exceptionally talented, Anna,” he says, his body squirming and his hands gripping the arms of his chair.

She pops her mouth off of him and smiles. “Mock my husband all your want, sir. He deserves it. He’s never made me cum like you just did,” she says with a wink before going back to the task at hand. Sucking his shaft. Massaging his balls. Stroking his thighs and moaning at how his cock tastes on her tongue. She makes eye contact with him and slaps her tongue with his cock and winks. She giggles slightly knowing how much he is enjoying her.

“Now we’re being a good slut, aren’t we?” he leans forward to pinch her nipples and feels her moan on his cock.

“You have a very important decision to make, Anna,” he says, resting his hand on her head.

She doesn’t stop sucking but looks up at him.

“Are you going to suck my cum out of me right now or are you going to let me fuck you first?”

She pops her lips off of him and smiles. “Well, sir, that’s not my decision to make, is it? You’re the boss.”

She licks his shaft, smiles, and winks, giving him permission to do whatever he wants.

He forcefully grabs the back of her head and pushes his cock into her throat, impressed when she doesn’t gag. She is silently proud of herself. Her husband could never get this deep in her throat to test her.

“Yes I suppose I am,” he says releasing her head. “Show me how you look bent over my desk like a good slut.”

She rises to her feet, rubbing her breasts against his legs, before standing in front of him, now proudly presenting herself in nothing but heels. Showing her cock sucking prowess has empowered her. In this moment she is not thinking of herself as a cheating wife. Something is taking her over. The sexual desires she has been repressing for years have become her life blood, flowing through her and controlling her body.

“Yes, sir,” she says as she turns and bends over the edge of the desk, the coolness of the wood contrasting with the heat of the desire filling her. Presenting herself to him, she looks over her shoulder hoping to tell if he likes what he sees.

He takes a moment to just admire the view. Then he stands up, walks over to her, runs his hand down her bare skin, and slaps her ass. The sudden strike elicits a jump then a moan.

“Even better than I imagined,” he says. He reaches between her legs and starts to rub her clit again. His touch sends shocks up her spine, her clit still sensitive from his previous attentions.

“You have such a fantastic pussy,” he whispers. “I think it’s time for me to be inside of it properly.”

Anna arches her back as he positions himself behind her. He presses his throbbing head against her hole. Placing his hands on her hips, he starts to fuck his way inside of her. She moans and screams as his cock stretches her tight pussy. She wants to say something sassy to him but, “Oh fuck,” are the only words her mouth manages.

“Christ how are you still so fucking tight when I have been working you for an hour?” he moans through gritted teeth.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fucking her with precise rhythm.

“I think we may need to make this a regular occurrence. Somebody needs to stretch this pussy out. It clearly is not being done properly. I’m afraid you might make me cum too soon,” he says between grunts and moans. “And I don’t think either of this wants this to be done soon.”

She giggles, “You can fuck me any time you want as long as I cum like I did earlier.”

A hard smack across her ass. She cries out but continues her teasing. Her deepest desires making their way out of her mouth, “You can make me fuck anyone else too. You can watch. You can join. Just make me cum, sir.”

He doesn’t say a word, just slaps her as again and grips her hips to drive himself deeper inside of her. He weaves the fingers of his right hand into her hair and pulls as he thrusts into her.

“You’ve been fucking someone else for too long. And for not treating your body right he deserves to have another man own his wife.”

He yanks your head back and looks into her eyes.

“You may be married to him but as soon as you accept my cum you admit that you belong to me. You will be my property. I will own you.”

He releases her hair and pushes her head forward. Both of his hands return to her hips, gripping tightly as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into her. The walls of her pussy squeeze him tight, allowing him to fill her completely.

“Tell me who you belong to, you dirty slut.”

“I belong to you, sir. I’m your little cum slut,” she grunts, each word interrupted by his thrusts. She braces myself against desk, her fingers gripping the edge. He grabs her and thrusts as deeply as he can, making Anna worry he is about to cum and this will be over.

But he doesn’t.

He pulls out of her, pulls her up to standing, squeezes her breasts, pinches her nipples, bites her neck, and before Anna can wrap her head around what is happening he turns her around, pushes her onto the desk, spreads her legs, and starts to fuck her as hard and as rhythmically as before.

“You needed to be able to watch me fuck you. I could tell,” he says, pressing his thumb to her clit.

The quickness and savageness of the exchange makes her eyes and head roll back and she moans loudly.

“Fuck, sir, you’re going to make me cum again!”

“You want to cum again, my little slut?” he says, looking her in the eye as he thrusts into her. He puts more pressure on her sensitive pearl.

“Should I let you cum all over my cock like you did on my face and my fingers?”

A look of desperation comes over her face as she struggles to process the question but her brain only craves pleasure. He takes his other hand and pinches her nipple firmly. Her body twitches. Her pussy throbs. Her hips buck wildly against him. She puts an arm around his neck, trying in vain to control her own body.

“Then fucking do it you dirty little slut. Cum. Cum for me now. Right fucking now.

“Oh FUCK,” she screams. “Oh my god, sir…”

“Cum for me now. If you ever want to fuck like this again you will cum NOW,” his voice raises for the first time from a coarse whisper to a demanding growl.

He pounds his throbbing cock deep into her again and again. He muffles his own moans by biting her neck and shoulder. Her body begins to shake against him.

“Goddammit, Anna. CUM.”

His growls push her over the edge.

“Oooohhhh I’m cumming, sir, oh fuck, ” she screams. Her pussy grips his cock as she orgasms more intensely than before. She grips the back of his neck hard and pull his lips to hers, moaning into his mouth, bucking her body against his, begging for him to explode inside of her.

He keeps fucking her until he feels her coming down from her. He stops rubbing her clit knowing it’s too sensitive to be enjoyable now.

“Is that what you wanted?” he says slowing his pace and feeling her pussy convulse and squeeze around him. He runs his fingers gently down her side and squeezes her ass.

“Are you a happy, satisfied little slut now?”

She moans as she comes back down to earth and looks him in the eyes, her body trembling from the amount of pleasure she has endured in a short amount of time. “I didn’t even know I wanted any of this but yes, oh my god yes,” Anna half shouts. “Now I want your cum inside my pussy.”

He leans in and kisses her on the mouth.

“No,” he says firmly.

He pulls himself out of her.

“If my slut wants my cum in her pussy she has to earn it.”

He takes a step back.

“On your knees. I’m sending you back to that worthless husband of yours with a stomach full of my cum and the taste of my cock in your mouth.”

Anna pouts a little but obediently gets on her knees and licking his shaft from balls to tip as before, enjoying how she tastes on him. Moaning, she takes him into her mouth and sucks hungrily. She listens and responds to his moans, determined to give him the best head of his life.

“That’s a good slut. Suck it clean. Suck it like the only thing you want in this world is to taste my cum,” he says, his voice back to the firm whisper.

Anna pushes his cock down her throat, feeling him touch the back of it. She moans again and works harder. She reaches a hand up and massages his balls, feeling how heavy and full they are, excited to taste his cum. She looks him in the eyes over her glasses as her eyes start to water, and keeps fucking him with her throat. He feels his balls start to contract as he is on the edge.

“God you’re too fucking good at this, Anna.”

He doesn’t let her respond as he grabs her head and starts to fuck her mouth. His legs start to shake. He is going to burst at any second. He fucks harder, faster. Hitting her throat every few thrusts. He releases his grip on her head but keeps fucking. He reaches down and squeezes her breasts. The feel of them is too much. He moans loudly and pinches both of her nipples hard as he explodes in her mouth.

“FUCK….” he cries out, pumping rope after rope of thick hot cum into her throat.

“Swallow every drop like a good slut,” he says as he falls back into the chair, his strength momentarily gone, all pumped into her.

Anna crawls over to him and kisses up his thighs, fully accepting her place as his.

“Sir, I am glad to be your slut,” she whispers, feeling a little ashamed of herself for how much she enjoyed what just happened. He leans forward and squeezes her ass again.

“Now that you have accepted your place you have new rules to follow,” he says after regaining his breath. He pulls a file off his desk and reads it aloud to her.

“Number 1. You belong to me. If I find out you have fucked anyone without my permission, you will be fired.”

“Number 2. You no longer work on the main floor. Your office is now the outer office to my office. You will identify yourself as my personal assistant.”

“Number 3. You are not to wear panties to the office anymore. I will check. If you have them on without permission, you will be punished.”

“Number 4. If you ever try to fake an orgasm, you will be fired. Save that shit for your lame husband.”

“Number 5. You are to come to me whenever I ask. No questions asked. I ask, you come.”

He hands her the document and a pen. “If you agree to these conditions, please sign on the bottom of the page.”

Anna gulps and takes the pen from him. She looks briefly at her wedding ring before signing her name on the bottom of the page.

“Would you like me to move my desk sir? I can get moved by the end of the day,” she says quietly. “What work will you have me do? I would be happy to do whatever you please” S

he looks at him and smiles, anxious and nervous for what she just signed up for.

“A team will install your new desk and move your personal affects tonight. You may take the rest of the day off. Unless…”

He reaches forward and rubs his hand between her thighs. “Unless you think you have one more screamer in you before I send you home…”

Anna looks him in the eyes. “Sir, would you like for me to scream again? I don’t think I have much say in the matter.”

She sighs a little and bites her lip, trying not to make her arousal so apparent to him.

“I think this afternoon has awakened something in you and you want to push it as far as you can just in case you regret it when you put your clothes on and walk out that door,” he says. He stands and positions himself behind her, caressing her body and moving her hands off her breasts where they have reflexively ended up.

“I think you’ve always wanted to be treated like a slut but didn’t know how to ask for it. And now that you’ve had a taste you don’t want it to stop.”

He kisses her shoulders and neck before whispering. “I think you’re so fucking horny it scares you a little and you don’t want to waste it on the boring 2 minute sex your husband gives you.”

He picks her sweater off the floor. “Or I’m completely wrong and you just want to get dressed and go back to work on the floor with the rest of the nobody’s.”

Anna looks at him and sighs. “Sir, you’re right. I don’t want it to stop, I’ve never felt like this before. I’m honored you picked me to be your slut. I just don’t know how to tell you when I want you. Because I’m afraid I’ll want you all the time now.”

She looks at the floor and hangs her head, wondering what to do from here. She wants to keep fucking. She also wants to get dressed. She definitely doesn’t want to go back to her desk on the floor with her hair a mess, her lips swollen, and everything about her appearance saying she just got fucked.

“Sir. I have another screamer in me. And I can easily tell my husband I have to work late, he doesn’t really care since he’s too busy entertaining himself with his hand than with me.”

He gets on his knees and kisses your pussy. He feels her body tense and she winces.

He stands back up.

“No more today. You’re sensitive and swollen. I’m damn near rubbed raw. Go home, Anna. Treat yourself to a nice long hot bath. Soak your body. Relax. Kiss your husband deep when you get home. Catch him off guard. Laugh to yourself know you just made him taste the cock of another man.”

He picks her bra up from the floor and hands it to her.

“When you are in the bath remember I am a very wealthy, powerful man. I can make dreams come true. I’ve fucked porn stars and princesses. I have a private jet. I can fuck literally any woman I want.”

He holds her skirt out to her and pulls her close to him when she grabs for it.

“But I want to fuck you, Anna. I want to make your fantasies come alive. This was only the beginning.”

He kisses her and lets her go.

“Go home. Rest. Relax. And come back to me tomorrow ready to be a new woman.”

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