In little over a few hours I would find myself regretting my actions, overcome by a hot flush of shame at my own needs and wants, but in this minute I was no more in control of myself than I was of the vibrator inside me that started this whole mess. I could barely even remember the man’s name but I didn’t have to did I. He was interested and certainly showed no want in moving to a more private setting and that was good enough for me!
I turned from the door to look at Owen, properly look this time. He was a fairly slender man, his three piece sloping down his shoulders and hugging his frame particularly well, even his stubble did something to add to this air about him that I couldn’t quite place. Either way, it was a far cry from the mild mannered man I’d first taken him for.
“Strip.” Were the first words that came out of his mouth, quicker than even me begging to know what he wanted to do to me.
There was lust in his eyes and it showed in every inch of him, he stared me down hungrily as I took off that little mini skirt that showed off my ass and then the only thing keeping my tits from spilling out, leaving me in just my underwear; an understated black lacey set. I’d learnt a long time ago to always be ready to be fucked, but that’s another story.
With his fists clenched, barely restraining his need, he looked at me almost demandingly.
“Can’t even listen to basic instructions,” he tsked at me and stepped closer, eyes never leaving my petite frame.
Once he’d stepped close enough to brush against my skin, his hand gently touched my collarbone before slowly, slowly trailing down, past my stomach and curves before reaching the waistband of my panties and in seconds, slid his fingers beneath them and slipped inside me, filling me even more with the toy and him side by side.
I released a gasp I didn’t know I was holding and toes curled in anticipation. I needed this.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered into my ear, almost relishing in the idea of me being this eager for him. “Poor thing, having to work like this with no one to fuck you.”
Who knew words could have such a mind numbing effect, I was entranced by him, only able to nod eagerly and slipping out a keen whimper.
“Please, I want you…” I murmur, and I’m instantly rebuked by his hands pulled out of wet hole and pushed to the ground by my shoulders, my knees slamming on impact. I wince in pain but say nothing.
“You’ll get me Princess, don’t worry.” He sneers, beginning to unbuckle his belt before pulling out his throbbing cock, thick and hard and the tip smeared in precum, even the sight alone had me wanting to finger myself. “Now be a good girl and help me out.”
Thank you. Thank god. Thank whatever entity led to this interaction because within an instant I was there, my hands wrapped around the base of his cock and my lips wrapped around the tip, my tongue eagerly lapping up any inch of precum like the starved little whore I was. It was clear he was enjoying it, his shaft pulsating as I worked away and his hands found themselves wormed into mess of hair, pulling on it every time I hit a sweet spot and accompanying it was a groan of approval.
He was certainly lengthy and I wasn’t about to complain, but even so, as his cock slipped further and further into the back of my throat, tears began to prick the sides of my eyes. Besides my toys, I’d never taken anything so big before and it showed, but I wasn’t about to give up; I let up for just a moment to allow myself to breathe, his cock coated in my hot, sticky saliva, and then looked upwards to find Owen staring down at me, eyes half lidded in pleasure.
“Oh, princess, you were doing so well,” he cooed, tightening his grip on my hair and forcing me down onto his cock, slamming each and every inch of his meat into my tight throat, abusing it with every thrust. My eyes became blurry with tears and each thrust had me gagging, gasping for air and making lewd, obscene sounds, yet despite it all I couldn’t help but touch myself. Being used like this, face fucked like a worthless fuck toy left in me a desire to be used just to pleasure, and god it was hot.
At some point, his spare hand travelled down to my throat as he facefucked me, squeezing around my neck and tightening the already small hole he was fucking. It was at this point I could feel that familiar crescendo in my stomach, raising higher and higher with every thrust, with every pull of my hair and every circle I rubbed on my clit, till eventually, my body spasmed and tightened in orgasm, my moans dancing and vibrating down his length.
Seeing me cum like this must’ve done something for him as not soon after, he rammed his cock down my thoat and held me there, even as my knees screamed out in pain and I could barely breathe.
“You’re such- oh, fuck, yes… such a good fucking slut aren’t you…!” he moaned out, each syllable becoming harder to hold together as he finally reached his peak, sending hot, thick ropes of seed down my throat and making me swallow every drop. When he pulled out from my throat I gasped for breath, my lips covered in some mixture of cum and drool, whilst the floor had become damp at my own orgasm. My head still lightheaded and my legs achy, I leaned back on my arms and gave myself a moment of respite.
“Thank you.” I mumbled out, my voice hoarse and a little sore. “Mmh, but I feel so empty now, please. Can’t you fuck me, fill me up with that cock of yours.”
There I was, begging a total stranger to fuck me as the vibrator my boyfriend used continued to tormet me, rubbing against my clit and already bringing me close to a second orgasm.
“Oh I’d love to.” He gave me a wry smile, though the fact that he was putting his pants back on wasn’t indicative of any good news. “But your boyfriend gave me a strict orders. See if the little slut jumps at the chance to be fucked and use you however I like, but your pussy is his.”
Barely lucid in the aftermath of my orgasm, I shook my head.
“Huh?”
He stepped over my body like cumrag used and tossed away, making himself emaculate before escorting himself to the door.
“He’s always suspected you of being a little whore at work, so he got me to prove it. Hope you enjoy your punishment when you get home Princess.”
I didn’t know what to say as he left, leaving me feeling used – yet somehow, I liked it, my body still hummed in excitement at the entire thing. The way he’d fucked my throat, pushed me down on it without any input was so hot, to just be seen as a thing to be fucked and used for his own pleasure? God, it turned me on. But then again, there was a punishment to be faced at home for my infidelity. Sure I’d given favors out every now and then to generous customers, but this was the first time it had gone so far!
Not that it mattered to my boyfriend.
To him I was a filthy little whore, only eager to be fucked at work, and the punishment I was going to receive was truly cruel. Orgasm denial, ropes, paddles – the memories alone make me so wet.
**Here is part two! I hope you enjoyed, there is the possibilty of a part three but we will have to see! I had a lot of fun writing this one, even though I know it’s a little on the shorter end but I’d love to hear all your thoughts! (Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/quf3hm/all_work_little_play_part_1_fm_strangers_cheating/)**
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