This is another long post. When I start these, I think they’re going to be short but inevitably I recall so much detail and get lost in it and so they become longer. So, fair warning, this will be lengthy. Strap in tight…
So after weeks of flirting and then multiple encounters ([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxumzl/why_my_2019_was_much_crazier_than_2020_mf/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i9ohk6/fucking_on_every_desk_in_the_office_continuing/) and [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ier1c5/making_an_office_fantasy_into_reality_continuing/)) of varying degrees, it was safe to say I was in a full blown affair with Ella. Looking back, and even at the time, I’m just not sure how it happened. I was engaged to a girl I thought I loved, due to be married later that year, and she was ~~happily~~ married.
For those interested in more context and backstory… I’d been with my fiancée for a lot of years before this and engaged since 2016 – one of those long engagements where not a lot of planning took place until the year before (2018). Ella had been married almost a decade, having been with her partner for over a year before getting engaged and married within months of each other. Neither of us were particularly unhappy in our relationships but each acknowledged we had felt something missing. But through each other… Boy did we find the thing that was missing and then some.
After our supply cupboard run in, things between us progressed quite quickly. We went from dirty IM conversations and the occasional flirtatious comment or look in the staff room to sneaking away together regularly. Whenever we were alone together, it wouldn’t take long for one of us to break the (unbearable) tension between us. Some days it’d be coming together and locking lips, some days it’d be grabbing one another and furiously making out against a wall, other days it’d be her slipping her hands under my trousers and rubbing my cock whilst we stared intensely at one another in the briefest of moments before someone interrupted us.
One day, where this story begins, pretty much all of the above happened at various points. We even had lunch together where we got away to somewhere quiet and had our hands all over each other within moments of knowing we were out of sight. Everyone knew everyone in our office and it wouldn’t take long for this gossip to spread.
Lunch times weren’t long once we’d walked so far from the office and found a quiet spot but things heated up fast this day and we made the time count. We found a quiet spot in a wooded area and instantly my lips were on hers. I was like a drug addict needing their next fix. My tongue was in her mouth so fast. The way she reacted, she was on the same drugs.
One hand ran through her hair as my tongue wrapped around her own. The other hand began exploring her body, around her back, down her side, gripping her ass tightly. Everything was happening with such ferocity, you’d need to put everything into slow motion to pick up on each detail. Her hands were wrapped around my body and exploring… untucking my shirt, pulling my belt undone, trailing her nails down my back. I was as hard as I could be already.
As my belt loosened and my trousers started falling slightly, I pushed her backwards and hard against a tree, without breaking the kiss. I would often get forceful with Ella but was always caring at the same time. I held her head as I pushed her back against the bark of the tree, so my hand dug in instead of the back of her head. I slid her dress up and slid the other hand down the front of her tights and over her panties. They were flooded.
I alluded to this in my last post but it’s worth mentioning again now. I love giving. I love pleasuring a woman. I love making a woman cum hard. So much so, that I’d be more than content getting a woman to have multiple orgasms and getting nothing back. To me, this is a satisfaction beyond cumming myself. If I get something in return, it’s just a nice bonus. So although Ella had tried getting my cock out, I badly wanted her to cum and I flipped the roles. I rubbed her pussy over her knickers. It was all so wet down there. It felt amazing. I circled her clit with one finger, gently at first. I didn’t change the motion, just kept going, all while never stopping our kiss.
Then without warning, I changed the pace. Slowed it right down to a passionate kiss. Slow, deep, intense. Always in sync, Ella slowed her pace with me in seconds. She was passionate right back, her hands now running through my hair and gently clawing my back. I alternated between pulling away, nibbling her neck and twirling my tongue with hers. Her heavy breathing turned to soft moans turned to louder moans as with each bite, I bit harder.
I slipped my fingers under her panties, past her clit and curled one finger inside her. My finger was instantly drenched. My cock throbbed as I felt her wetness properly.
“You feel fucking amazing.” I couldn’t help but say it, the words were out of my mouth before my brain had fully processed them.
She squirmed in pleasure. I adjusted my hand and slipped another finger inside, pushing two fingers deeper into her cunt. I curled them inside her and found her g-spot. I could feel her pussy reacting instantly. Her body was reacting too.
I pulled my fingers out and tasted them. She got a jealous look in her eye and pulled them from my mouth and sucked on them to get a taste of her own. My eyes lit up. I ran there’s two fingers from her mouth, down her chin, neck and chest, leaving a trail down to her cleavage.
Quicker than before, I put my fingers back inside her and curled them up again, engulfing them in her juices. I was almost counting one curl per second as I pressed firmly on her g-spot… one.. two… three… as I carried on biting her neck, I glanced up to see her eyes disappearing in the back of her head… firmer this time, four… five… six… seven… she gripped my arm, digging her nails in… eight… nine…
“Stop.” She said.
I glanced up again but with more of a confused look this time. I did as she asked. Her breathing was very heavy. She kind of panted her next words, “You’re going to make a serious mess and I don’t think I can hide it.”
I got to nine strokes of her pussy. Had I hit ten or more, I may have caused her to soak her dress and given the light colour of it, she was right… there’d be no hiding it on the walk back. And so I stopped. For a moment at least. We made out more, our hands explored each other more and occasionally I would work my hand back into her sopping pussy, massaging it, making her moan and ending with that kind of disapproving “but not really” disapproving look or a comment like, “You’re bad…” and making me stop but hating having to do so. This was on repeat for a little while before she switched it up and pulled my trousers down harshly. She then yanked my boxers down and my throbbing dick sprung straight up.
She looked around, checking our cover was clear, and then got to her knees. She jerked my cock slowly and said, “if it wasn’t for it being so muddy here, I’d have pushed you down and ridden this thing already.”
She sucked the head and moaned to herself. I echoed that moan as she pushed my cock further into her mouth.
Looking up at me, straight into my eyes, she asked, “Let’s see if we can make another type of mess?”
God, the things she would say. The right things at the right time. She knew how to make my cock grow that extra bit. How to turn me on that extra bit. How to make me lose all sense of myself in an instant. The only drawback in these circumstances, because all of this was illicit after all, was having to hold back something by being aware of being caught. And unfortunately… that’s exactly what made this all come to a quick close. She sucked my cock a bit more, twirling her tongue around the head and kissing down the shaft. I was in heaven but a snap of a twig underfoot close by brought me back to Earth. I looked up. Ella hadn’t noticed and started to take my whole dick in her mouth, inching down it slowly. Then I spotted someone in the distance. Like a rock and a hard place, I was torn.
“There’s someone here.” I said, so reluctantly. I did not want to take my cock out of her warm wet mouth. Not at all. But Ella pulled it out, covered in her spit. Even this sight, in the midst of having to quickly cover up, was enough to jolt my cock.
Ella got to her feet, rearranged her dress and tights as I quickly pulled my boxers and trousers back up.
“To be continued.” She said. I didn’t know if she was stating this to me or asking me. I didn’t care.
We walked back to our office, talking, laughing, giggling like school kids even. Lunch was over and it was back to the grind.
The work IM popped up a few minutes after we sat back down. “Fuck I’m wet.”
“I know, I felt that. I tasted that… I want more.”
“Me too. Think we can escape somewhere this afternoon?”
“I’m in a meeting soon… I am staying back late though.”
“James (her husband) is picking me up later, I can’t stay back late.”
“What if your manager gave you a special project to work on? Let’s say one that’s quite hard and requires a lot of effort?”
“I could maybe stay back a little… I’ve heard it’s a big project.”
Totally silly, I know but I love this stupid innuendo filled way of flirting. So did she it seemed. We talked a lot more throughout the afternoon when time allowed. We were both frustrated by the inability to just let loose and we got lost in conversations about what we’d do if we had that chance. Turned out there was very little that we wouldn’t do. She wanted to be completely owned and used. I wanted to completely dominate her, tie her up and blindfold her. I liked teasing… she liked being teased. She loved anal play (on both) and so did I. I fantasied about multiple women at the same time, she wanted to explore some bicurious tendencies she has always had. The list truly went on. In fact, there were only two things we ruled out completely and we decided on safe words in this same conversation.
The only problem here (elephant in the room…), how would we ever make any of it a reality? Well, I had an idea. I’d looked at this briefly before and even hinted at it in previous conversations but now I felt a determination. Maybe just thinking with my cock?
“Have you heard about the conference in Wales next month?” I asked.
I popped my head over my monitor to check her out. She had such a cute smile on her face as she read my message. Then it turned into a mischievous grin. I saw the “…” appear as she typed back quickly.
“Yeah. That would be amazing but how could we ever get to go to it?”
“I’m your manager remember? I can make it happen.”
A quick glance over again and that smile was widening. So was mine. My cock was growing at the thought too. She let me know the same effect was taking a hold of her too.
“I’m getting wet again thinking about this. I’m picturing you shackling me to a hotel bed and doing everything you want to my body.”
“Leave this to me.”
We sneakily talked throughout the rest of the day, building each other up to the point of exploding. 5 o’clock drew nearer. Horniness got worse. As the clock struck 5, plenty of people bolted but the usuals were still around. 10 minutes gone and no sign of them leaving. Gave it another 5 and no change so defeatedly, I messaged Ella, “not going to happen is it? Shall we walk out?”
We agreed, got our things together and walked out of the office. We naturally slow walked it to maximise our time together. As we got to the door, she checked her phone.
“He’s almost here.” She said. I felt disappointed.
As per, she changed this mood instantly. She glanced over at an empty meeting room just behind me and pushed me into it. I fumbled the door open and let it slam shut behind us. We were instantly making out with the same intensity as before. As if the last few hours had never interrupted our flow. Ella locked the door behind us and turned the lights off.
“I need this cock!” She said, grabbing it forcefully over my trousers.
I pushed her onto the table with similar force, laying her down and spreading her legs.
“And I need this cunt. Take them down.”
She pushed her tights and panties down for me and laid there spread-eagled. It was dark but I could make out enough. I kissed up the exposed skin on one leg and worked my hand up the other until my tongue reached her pussy. I gave it a quick lick. Then another. She was already writhing around.
Her phone started vibrating in her bag. I stopped for a moment but then decided I’d keep going. I gave her pussy a long lash of my tongue from bottom to top, pointing it as I reached her clit, giving it a flick. Her already heavy breathing got heavier and I heard a whimper. The phone stopped. I did the same again and another whimper at the end, stronger than the first. The phone started again.
I paused… “answer it.” My voice was a mix of curious questioning and forceful command. I didn’t think she actually would but she did. It wasn’t on speaker but I could make out her husband on the other end.
“I’m here. Where are you?”
“I’m caught up.” She replied.
I kissed all around her cunt, becoming more intense with each one. Starting with a kiss, working to sloppily making out with her clit. She was trying to stay composed.
“Ella, I said I’d be there at 5:20.”
“I know but I had something I’ve been working on all day and need to finish.” She struggled through.
Again, I loved the innuendos. Probably more so because this was to her husband. I thought I’d give her a break. I stood up and took my trousers and boxers down. I took my cock in my hand and started stroking. I knew she couldn’t make everything out – there was only the faint light coming through a window – but could tell what was happening.
Her husband said something I couldn’t make out, something about how it took her so long, but she replied, as her eyes were transfixed on me jerking my cock, “it was just that hard. Takes a lot of effort.”
I was almost about to burst out laughing. If I hadn’t been so turned on, I probably would have.
I got back down between her legs and sank two fingers inside her dripping pussy. It felt divine.
I made out, “just hurry up, OK?” And the phone went dead. She dropped her hands to the table and started moaning. The anger and frustration she was clearly feeling just helped her on. Her pussy started convulsing around my fingers. Not only did I feel her cumming around them, I felt the waterfall she was creating as her juices pooled in my hand and ran down my arm, soaking the cuffs of my shirt. I fucking loved making Ella cum. Everything was wetter, warmer, messier… when she came hand, it’d be like submerging yourself in a hot tub. Everything would start soaking you and warming you up.
She took a moment to regain her composure. She looked up at me and said, “oh. my. god”. I smiled back at her. She then echoed her earlier comment, “to be continued?”
Her phone, that had slipped out of her hand and now laid on the table, lit up and buzzed. It was a message from her husband but I no idea what it said. She arched her head backwards over the other side of the desk and motioned me to come we over. I shimmied around the desk to stand over her head. I looked down at her and she slowly opened her mouth as wide as she could.
My eyes rolled back into my head there and then. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. She reached out and grabbed my cock. I was throbbing. Sometimes a beautiful woman taking a handful of your dick helps you realise how hard you are in that moment. She slid her hand up and down it briefly before taking my balls in her mouth. She sucked them so delicately, applying the perfect amount of pressure. I could feel them swelling in response. As she let them fall out of her mouth, I staggered back (as eloquently as you can when your trousers are wrapped around your ankles and you still have shoes on) and dragged my cock across her face. As my balls rested on her forehead, she darted her tongue out to lick the tip of my dick resting on her lips. Then she reached up to take my cock in her warm mouth.
Another buzz. This time it was a call. Ella slid her throat down my cock, taking most of it on. She reached around with her hands and squeezed my ass. I ran my hands over hers and scratched gently. She tried devouring more of my dick, squeezing a little more in with each effort. I could see her gag reflex threatening to kick in. She squeezed my ass harder and I kind of took it as a sign. I slid my cock out of her mouth and then straight back in. I started fucking her mouth and then, once deep enough, fucking her throat.
For the briefest of moments, I took in my surroundings. A dark room with a little glimmer of computer screen lights in the corner, a bit of moonlight coming in from a crack in the blinds. Ella’s bag strewn across one part of the table and her body on another. My cock going in and out of her mouth with increasing force. Her phone lighting up again as another message came through followed immediately by another call. It finally vibrated enough it fell off the table.
I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat. I could feel it tightening the deeper I went in. She was taking the length of my cock now. It had fully disappeared down her throat and I felt it swelling, throbbing, harder than before. “New voicemail” popped up on her phone, now laid on the floor.
I couldn’t hold back any more. I wish I could say this went on for a while but in reality it was probably minutes and seconds. I had to cum now. I exploded down her throat as I continued to slide in and out. I could feel her mouth filling up with my hot cum. As I looked down, I saw her gulping it down. She wasn’t one to miss any. She swallowed rope after rope. It felt like my balls were being drained.
As my orgasm finally calmed down, I slid my cock back out of her mouth as she gave it one more suck for good luck and an almost “ahh” sound as she sat back up. She wiped her mouth, not that she needed to – she got every last drop from my cock. She readjusted herself and got off the table, strutted towards me and kissed me deep and gave me a kind of longing look. I’m sure I gave the same look back. We smiled at each other and then, as most of these stories end, we were interrupted again. Her phone buzzed once more…
“I’m going to have to answer that.”
“I understand.”
She looked me up and down, smirking. I hadn’t readjusted myself yet so was still stood there with my trousers down and cock sticking out.
“Guess we made quite a mess after all” she said. She made a noise that I can only describe as, “ugh”, rolled her eyes and headed for the door.
“To be continued.” I called back to her.
“Definitely.” Were the last words she said as she exited the room and answered her phone.
All I heard as she walked away was, “yeah I know, I’m sorry…” sounding almost like a stroppy teenager. I pictured her getting to the car, probably kissing him with the taste of my cum fresh in her mouth and driving off. A thought I couldn’t help.
I fixed myself up and got my stuff ready to leave. My arm was still damp as I left the room and put my coat on. I left with a big smile on my face and checked my work emails on the walk to the car. There was one there I knew I had to forward to Ella:
“Your place at our conference is confirmed!”
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