Obsessed With Being Anonymously Fucked [MFM]

Anne had become obsessed. Ever since I’d arranged for one of her coworkers to anonymously fuck her, it was all she could think about.

She knew that someone she worked with had seen her bent over and exposed, had tasted her pussy, had fucked her, and had marked her face with cum. Every day she went in to work knowing that someone there had seen her at her most debased and could be picturing her that way at any moment.

The fact that she had no idea who had fucked her was what pushed her over the edge. It could have been anyone and so it was everyone. Every minute of the day she was horny, watching her coworkers for the smallest hint that they were the one. She desperately wanted to ask me, but didn’t want to break the spell. They mystery left her feeling exposed, like every nerve was raw. She was so wet from arousal that she had to bring a second pair of panties to work. She started slipping into the bathroom on her breaks to masturbate, to take the edge off her tension. She was almost caught be her teammates a couple of times, which only furthered her arousal.

“I want to do it again.” She blurted out one night. She was lying on the couch. I didn’t even have to ask what she meant. She’d been in a constant state of agitation since that day. The sex had been amazing. Nothing was off limits, she was always eager to fuck and I’d loved every second of it.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I already knew she was. Even as I asked she was sliding her panties out from under her dress. She pulled the dress up and started fucking herself as we talked. It was wildly wanton.

“I need to do it again.” She emphasized the word need.

“The same person?” I asked.

“No.” She was getting breathless as her fingers worked in her pussy. “I want someone else. I need someone new to be looking at me.”

“It would be harder this time.” I told her. I took off my pants and started stroking my cock. “The last one came to me. I’d have to find someone on my own this time.”

“Yes. Do it. Do it for me.” She was almost begging. I moved to stand beside her, my cock close to her cheek.

“I could ask the wrong person. Everyone would find out what a slut you are. Everything you try to hide at work could be exposed.”

“I want that so bad. I want them all to see me. To want me. To know that they could have me.” Her hand was wild between her legs.

“No limits?” I asked. “I’m allowed to ask anyone. Any one of your coworkers could have you, fuck you, fill you with cum?”

“Oh God, yes. Anyone!” She came hard against her hand. She fell back against the couch. She took her fingers out of her pussy and sucked on them, then put a finger against her lips, pointing at them. She opened her mouth in invitation. I exploded on to her tongue. When I finished she swallowed and then smiled up at me. She still had cum on her lips.

“Will you do it?” She asked. I nodded in agreement.

I already had someone on mind. But I had to be sure. I waited a few days and asked again. Was she sure? It could be anyone? She agreed, fervently. I waited another day and asked again. She almost pleaded with me to do it. Each time I was met with passionate sex.

James was an arrogant ass. The kind of man who strutted around an office like he owned the place. He was tall, fit, cocky and rude. He didn’t have a single friend in the office and he was so oblivious that I don’t think he ever noticed. Anne genuinely hated him and, for reasons I still can’t explain, I absolutely wanted to watch him fuck her.

I agonized for almost a week about how to approach him. I had to be clear that I was in charge and that discretion was paramount. I had to find a way to talk to him that wasn’t too random but didn’t clue Anne in. Ultimately I didn’t have to decide. Instead I bumped into on the street unexpectedly. I quickly seized the moment and asked if he wanted a coffee. We stepped into the nearest Starbucks and sat down. I started talking.

Without any flourishes, or mentions of her past, I explained exactly what Anne and I wanted. James was shocked, but covered it well. He quickly became smug in precisely the way that made me want to break his nose. But for some reason thinking about him being that smug as he railed my unknowing wife was incredibly arousing. He was all the more smug because he knew exactly how much Anne hated him. He would take great delight in using her.

James’ only redeeming quality, the only reason he was hadn’t been fired, is that he was actually very good at his job. It’s also what made him an option. His job involved complete secrecy on a lot of projects. If he started spilling secrets he’d lose that trust. Despite everything else, I knew that he would be safe.

With James agreeing, I made the rest of the arrangements and finally told Anne. That night we had amazing sex and still she masturbated twice afterwards. I wanted to drag out the anticipation, but I didn’t dare. Anne was going through life in a sexual haze. I was worried about the consequences. Two days later James came over to our house. I had toyed with the idea of a hotel, or a rental but ultimately decided that I wanted something different. I wanted to watch this man, who my wife hated, violate her in our own bedroom, in our own bed.

Anne was waiting for us in the bedroom. She stood barefoot in the middle of the room wearing blue stockings, blue panties and a matching garter belt. She wore a cupless bra that emphasized her smooth, rounded breasts. A thick blindfold, tied too tight, covered her eyes. There was an array of toys on the dresser.

When she heard us enter the room she tensed up, ready, waiting. James strode in confidently, without hesitation. He knew why he was there and what he wanted. He walked up to Anne and placed his hands on her shoulders. Gently but firmly he pushed my wife to her knees. A puzzled look crossed her face.
He unzipped his and pants and pulled out his cock. With his right hand he softly caressed her hair, the cupped her head from behind. With his left hand he guided his cock between her lips. Anne was startled. She’d expected more of a buildup. When she didn’t part her lips immediately James pushed hard. She opened to him and his cock slid into her mouth.

He took his time in her mouth, slowly fucking in, pulling out even more slowly. Soon his cock was coated in saliva, glistening wet. Anne’s mouth made a soft wet sound as he fucked her. He reached down and caressed her breasts, exposed by her cupless bra. Her nipples hardened, until they were painfully tight. James pulled him cock from Anne’s mouth and rested in on her lips. Her tongue snaked out and caressed him, working around his circumcised head. His precum made her lips shine.

Anne pulled back.

“You taste good.” She moaned “Go deep. I want you to see me gagging on your cock.”

James pushed back past her lips. He was slow and steady, pushing in deeper and deeper. Anne tensed as he pushed in, trying to relax as he touched her throat. Suddenly her body shook, she gasped for air. James was relentless, pushing until his cock was buried all the way in. Anne chocked and gagged and still had held her face tight against him. She struggled to breath.

James held her there for a minute then pulled out. Anne drooled desperately and gasped for air.

“Fuck my throat. Please fuck my throat.” She begged. “I want to feel your eyes burning into me at work, staring at me, remembering what I look like choking on your cock.”

James pushed back in, holding her head tightly, going as deep as he could. A long line of drool dropped from Anne’s lips to the floor. She reached between her legs, slipped her hands into her panties and started to finger herself, even as she struggled for air. James pulled out a little, then thrust in. He started to fuck her rhythmically. She masturbated as he fucked her mouth. Suddenly James tensed and thrust deep. Anne’s fingers stopped. James held Anne still as his cock twitched and he emptied in to her.

James pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth. Anne held her mouth open. This was for me. She knew that I loved to see her mouth filled with another man’s cum. She slowly let the cum drop from her lips, dripped across her breasts, pooling on the floor. James watched, transfixed. I was sure he’d never seen anything like it.

Anne rubbed herself to orgasm, kneeling in the middle of the bedroom floor. She performed, knowing that she was creating an indelible image, blissfully unaware of that it was for a man that she truly hated. She shuddered and twitched and moaned in sheer pleasure.

When she finished, she stayed where she was, cum and drool drying on her body. She wasn’t sure what to next. James turned his back on her, ignoring her, to look at the toys she’d laid out on the dresser. He slowly went through each one, leaving Anne on tenterhooks in the uncomfortable silence.

Finally, he picked one up, her glass dildo. James walked back over to Anne and softly caressed her cheek, her throat, her exposed nipples. She hardened again at his touch. He played with her breasts for a while, watching her chest flush with desire.

Holding her shoulders, he pushed Anne backwards to the floor. He roughly pulled her panties down her legs. They were wet with her cum. He stood up and look down at my wife, pale and exposed on the floor. She spread her legs for him, exposing her pussy to him for the first time. Her pubic hair had been well trimmed for this, leaving just a thin landing strip. Her pussy was beautiful, pink and wet. Ready.

I wondered what James was thinking as he stood over her, this woman who hated him, who would never know that she was spreading her legs for him. It must have been intoxicating.

He knelt down between her legs and spread her legs wider. Anne reached down and spread her pussy lips for him. She loved to be seen like this. James didn’t react. He just watched her. Lying there. Open wide to his gaze. Slowly, tentatively, Anne started to play with her pussy. She was wet and slick.

“Do you want to see me fuck myself?” Anne whispered. There was no answer. She knew there wouldn’t be. She pushed two fingers inside herself. Her pussy made a sucking sound as she went in.

“Do you want to see how much I can take?” She slid a third finger into her pussy, then a fourth. The smell of her pussy filled the air. I loved her scent. I loved that she could smell herself, that James could smell her. She fucked as deep into her pussy as she could go, spreading herself wide. She reached down and with her other hand and rubbed against her clit.

“Do you want to watch me cum?” She panted. Her movements started to get jerky. “Watch me cum. Watch me.”

She came hard against her fingers, thrusting her hips into the air. Her thighs spasmed closed, then fell open. She collapsed to the floor.

James chose that moment to slide the glass dildo into my wife. She was soaking with arousal and the dildo slid in easily, going deep into her vagina. She twitched violently. She was always extraordinarily sensitive after coming and the cold surface was shocking.

The blindfold, too, brought in a whole new dimension. Not only would she be left constantly wondering which of her coworkers had fucked her with something. Now she’d be left wondering what he’d fucked her with. What object had he seen penetrating her pussy? What was he remembering as he sat across from her in a meeting.
James pushed the dildo as deep as possible into my wife, then stepped back to admire her impaled body. Anne writhed under his gaze. James left her like that for a moment. The glass dildo let him see deep inside her, exposed hidden places. Then, he sat down beside her and started to fuck her with it. Anne twitched and jumped a little as he thrust into her. He pushed deep and Anne groaned. She rested on hand on her belly. The other, coated in cum from her pussy, she started to lick. James watched in fascination as her tongue roamed restlessly across her hand, tasting her cum. He pushed deeper and deeper. Anne’s groans became more guttural. James bent over and lightly licked Anne’s clit. She jumped at the feeling. Then moaned.

“Yes.” It was almost a hiss. “Taste me.” He licked deeper, even as her fucked her with the dildo.

“Take everything from me” She whispered. “How I sound, how I smell, how I feel, how I taste. Take it all.” James pulled the dildo out and pushed his tongue deep into her vagina. Anne shuddered. He pulled away and moved upwards. He kissed her, hard, letting her taste her pussy on his lips. He put his finger on her clit and rubbed. Anne started to buck, climbing towards orgasm. Just as she reached the peak once again, he pulled away. She groaned in frustration.

He stood and pulled her roughly to her feet. He reached between her legs and found her soaking. He picked up her panties from the floor and wiped her pussy with them. She twitched at the rough feel of the fabric. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed the blue, pussy soaked panties into her mouth, deep, until she almost gagged. Then he stepped back and left her there, alone in the middle of the room, the fabric of her panties just peeking out of her mouth.

James walked over to the dresser and grabbed Anne’s only buttplug. It was a metal plug with large blue stone at the base. Anne had bought it to show me. She didn’t really like anal but I loved fucking her ass. This was small enough that it didn’t hurt going in, but it still made her uncomfortable. She included it in the sex toys on offer because she craved the thought of an anonymous co-worker defiling her ass. My cock was rock hard, straining against my pant. I was wet with precum.

James walked over to Anne. Without ceremony he roughly forced her to bend over the bed. Her ass was gorgeous, her pussy so pretty, wet with arousal. James took his time. He took off all his clothes. He piled them neatly on the floor beside him, drawing it out. Making Anne squirm with anticipation. Finally he stepped up behind her. Pressing his cock again her pussy, but not going in.

He roughly kicked her legs further apart, pushing her deep on the bed. He pulled her ass cheeks wide, exposing her to his gaze.

Then he spit on her asshole. Anne flinched, but stayed still. I knew that she wanted this. Wanted it badly. She wanted to know that someone who saw her everyday had seen her like this. She wanted to wonder, at every man she met, if he was the one who had done this to her.

James slicked the plug in his spit, then pushed it into Anne’s ass. She bucked and twitched as it went in. Her legs trembled and a high-pitched squeal escaped past the panties. James stepped back and spread Anne wide for me to see. Her pussy was drenched.
He slid his cock into her for the first time, savoring every second, feeling how tight she was with the plug in her ass. She moaned softly. He reached down and started to rub her clit. She thrust back a little against him. When he was in her pussy as far as he could go, he stopped thrusting. He focused all his attention on her clit. He wanted to watch my wife cum on his cock. Anne squirmed beneath him, her whole body flushing red. She struggled to breathe around the panties in her mouth, every breath filling her with her own taste, her own scent.

James was focused on her clit, rubbing her in short, tight circles. Every few strokes he would use his thumb to press down on the plug in her ass, forcing Anne to squeal for him. He paused for a second and slid a finger into Anne’s pussy, beside his cock, stretching her wide. She groaned as he did so, a long, guttural, animalistic sound. He pulled his finger out and went back to her clit. Anne shook and twitched. Every muscle tensed. She came.

James leaned over and pulled her panties from her mouth, leaving them on the bed, next to her face. She drew a ragged breath.
“God. Fuck me. Claim me.” She begged. “Make my pussy yours. Cum inside me. You’ve earned it.”

James didn’t wait. He fucked her hard. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and rammed his cock into her as fast and as deep as he could. He didn’t stop there. He had no interest in her pleasure anymore. This was all for him. He went wild, fucking my wife savagely. He fucked her hard, pushing her down into the bed, spreading her legs further. Anne grunted, then gasped, then almost sobbed.

“Yes. Fuck my pussy. Take my pussy.” James pushed and pushed and pushed. Anne’s whole body shook. The bed slammed into the wall with a loud rhythmic banging.

“God yes.” Anne shouted. “Own my pussy!”

James came. Hard and deep. Throbbing in to her. He pushed her face into the bed as he drove forward, filling her with cum.

He collapsed against her for a minute then stepped back. Anne tried to raise herself up and he pushed her back down. He grabbed her arms and made her reach back, made her spread her ass and her pussy wide. Her ravaged pussy twitched as we watched, as she held herself open. Slowly a white drop appeared, slid down her lips. Dripped to the floor. Anne gasped. More cum dripped out of her. A puddle slowly formed beneath her as we watched the cum flow out of her.

James gathered up his clothes and slowly got dressed, watching Anne drip as he did. I looked at Anne’s face. A wave of emotions seemed to wash over her. She was embarrassed. Deeply ashamed that this stranger was watching this part of her. But she was also aroused, almost beyond imagining. This was exactly what she wanted. Her most vulnerable core exposed, to haunt her every day. To have a stranger looking at her and secretly remembering his cum dripping from her.

It was almost perfect. Almost.

“Wait.” Anne whispered when James turned to go. He paused. She swallowed. Hesitated. Then asked. “Take a picture.”

“What?” I asked. When she was young someone had leaked a picture of Anne. Photography had been strictly taboo ever since.

“One picture.” She was addressing James. “Just one. Your cum dripping from me.”

James took out his phone. He lined up the perfect shot. His cum framed by her pink lips. The tiny jewel of her butt plug at the top. He pressed the button. The click felt thunderous. Anne shuddered in ecstasy.

He turned and left the room.

I saw him out and came back to find Anne in the same spot. She hadn’t moved. She still held herself open. I took her hard, fucking her pussy, feeling his cum inside my wife. Before I came I pulled out and made her suck me, made her taste his sperm on my cock as mine flooded across her tongue.

Afterward I untied her blindfold and gently eased out her plug. We lay down together and cuddled for a long time. It had been perfect. Exactly what Anne wanted.

But now I needed a copy of that picture.

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