Kylie looked into Anthony’s eyes and saw how worried he was.
“Just this once and I won’t ask again,” Kylie said.
*It’s not that I don’t want you to ask, just not here* he thought. Anthony kissed her, pressing her against the door and his hands sliding up her legs. He slipped his finger along her slit.
“God you’re so wet,” he breathed.
Kylie had unzipped his pants and snuck her hand inside his pants to grip his cock. Anthony moaned when she did.
“Mmm, so hard,” Kylie said, silkily.
She carefully pulled him through the fly of his pants and knelt before him. She looked up into his eyes and gave his cock a little lick.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Kylie slowly slid her lips down his shaft, her hand holding at the base. Anthony grabbed her hair to hold it back so he could watch her suck his cock.
“Oh my God,” he moaned.
This was the hottest thing he had ever done. He loved that he was in his suit and she was in her professional attire sucking him off. He watched her hand slip between her legs and she hummed as she touched herself. Anthony let his head fall back as he enjoyed the sensations.
Kylie popped him out of her mouth to give her jaw a break and Anthony pulled her up to him, lifting on leg to wrap it around his hip. He teased her with his cock. Kylie whimpered.
“So mean,” she said.
“Payback,” he retorted.
He took her over to his desk and pushed aside everything he had been working on. She propped herself on the edge of the desk while Anthony undid his pants. She stroked him as she unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt with one hand.
“Talented,” he said. Kylie smiled at him.
Anthony rolled on the condom and gently pushed Kylie back. She leaned on her elbows as she looked up at him. She bit her lip but didn’t hide her smile.
“God damn I love that smile,” Anthony said. He slowly slipped in and Kylie moaned.
Anthony watched himself slip in and out of her and Kylie watched him. She let herself touch her clit which made her clench. Anthony’s grip tightened on her legs.
“Fuck me harder,” Kylie said. Anthony obliged. “Oh, yes.”
As much as Anthony liked this, he needed to bend her over his desk. He had her flip around and she propped herself up on her elbows as he slipped back in.
“Fuuuuck,” Kylie moaned. “Oh my God, yes.”
Kylie tilted her hips forward slightly and played with her clit. Anthony had a firm grip on her hips.
“Harder, please,” Kylie begged. Anthony smirked. With one hand he grabbed her hair and tugged. Kylie gasped and then smiled. “Faster.”
“Oh, you like it rough?” Anthony teased.
Kylie moaned in response. Anthony gripped her ass cheek and fucked her harder and faster as her hand blurred over her clit. She covered her mouth with her other hand to keep herself quite as she came. This turned Anthony on more. He felt her pussy clenching.
“Fuck,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
Kylie kept herself clenched as Anthony kepted fucking. She could hear his breathing become more ragged.
“Cum for me Anthony,” she cooed. “Do you want me to cum again?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathed.
Kylie smiled and played with her clit again. She pushed back into him to meet his thrusts as she got closer and closer.
“Oh God Anthony. Yes. Fuck me,” she said.
Anthony moaned as he got closer before finally succumbing to his orgasm. His moans sent Kylie over the edge and her body tensed as she came. They heard splatter on his floor mat for his chair. Anthony pulled out and looked down.
“Mmm, someone’s been holding out one me,” he said, as he tossed the condom and buttoned his shirt.
Kylie pushed herself up and Anthony wrapped his arms around her.
“What do you mean?” she asked and he kissed her neck.
“You are a squirter,” he said. Kylie looked down and blushed.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said in shock. She carefully stepped over it and readjusted her skirt as Anthony tucked his back in.
Kylie unlocked the door and peered out just to make sure no one was there and then grabbed some paper towels from the coffee bar. She cleaned up the mess they made.
“If you hadn’t just completely drained me I’d have you stay there,” Anthony said lustfully.
“Another day,” Kylie said as she got up. She ran her hand across his sensitive cock as she gave him a kiss. Anthony gave her ass a slap as she left
Kylie got home and her husband had already eaten and was playing video games. She made herself something and went to her computer to write. She wanted this thing with Anthony to be more than a booty call every once in a while, but she didn’t know how to make that work so she turned to the internet.
She read post after post on adultery subsites and learned about how to keep things hidden from your significant other, what apps to use without using your phone number, but she was still stuck on how to even get there in the first place.
Weeks passed after their office escapade and she got nothing from him. No flirting. No touching. No indication whatsoever that he wanted to fuck her. Kylie resigned herself to accept it wasn’t going to happen and that what he said was a lie. She was more than annoyed when he told her that she needed to accompany him on another work event, this time it was during the week.
On the flight, Kylie was working in her journal when she felt a hand caress her thigh. She swallowed and removed it. Twenty minutes later, she felt it again and again she removed his hand.
Once they were at the hotel, they went to their respective rooms. Kylie put her stuff away and there was a knock on her door. She grabbed her binder and went out the door to Anthony who was waiting for her. They didn’t say a word to each other other than what they needed to for work.
Like before they got back to their rooms to get ready for dinner that night. Anthony knocked on Kylie’s door when she was almost ready. She let him in and went back to putting on her jewelry. She slipped on her shoes and he zipped her up.
The night was much like the first night of their last conference. Kylie did her duty in keeping women away and taking notes. She waited patiently as he finished chatting before they went back to their rooms. Kylie opened her room door and entered. Anthony followed.
“Mind telling me what the hell that was about?” he asked. Kylie slipped off her shoes and went to take her jewelry off.
“What was what about?” she asked.
“Everything that happened today,” Anthony said. “You rejected my touch, didn’t talk to me outside of work needs, and didn’t say a peep tonight.”
“I am not your call girl,” Kylie said. “I’m not your toy to call on when it’s convenient for you. We haven’t fucked in weeks. There’s been no touching or flirting. No indication whatsoever that you want anything with me, and now that we’re out of the office, *now* you make a move?”
“If I recall correctly, you were the one who made the move last time,” Anthony said.
“And?” Kylie said. “I have to do all the work? I do that in my marriage. I don’t need that here. Besides, you said not at work. I told you I wouldn’t ask again and I haven’t. I don’t know what the fuck you want Anthony and I’m not going to play games and read your goddamn mind. I have no way of communicating with you other than at work and you don’t talk to me so.”
Anthony grit his teeth. He turned and left. Kylie’s heart broke. She had the confirmation she needed. She finished undressing and went to bed. She cried and cried, until she finally fell asleep.
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