Today was supposed to be “just another day.” Wake up, go to work, survive 8 hours, then go home. I arrived at my office, ten seconds away from jerking off to r/BDSM, but before I knew it, I was three drinks in, and then balls deep into the asshole of the hottest 21 year old I had ever seen. That 21 year old? She’s currently driving to her home with my cum still in her ass.
I’m jittery my entire drive home, but when I get home, it fades. Initially, I felt I’d be a mess going home to my wife. Shaken, stirred and frightened. I kiss her normally, even through I cheated on her not even an hour ago. Yet, everything feels too normal. My son is playing with blocks in the living room while my wife rewatches last week’s episode of The Bachelorette. After giving her a carefully worded recount of how my day was, I head upstairs to shower and scrub every trace of Christine’s scent off my body.
The steaming shower washed off the shame, but no guilt came off. I actually didn’t feel the least bit guilty. Really, I thought that this would somehow improve my marriage. I felt that I no longer had to worry about what her mood was like for sex. No longer did I have to be concerned with how receptive she was for sex each evening. No more did I need to wonder about how long our sexual droughts would last. And especially so, I felt I could finally enjoy sex again. Falling in love again with fucking.
Nah, couldn’t be. That had to be the post-orgasm endorphins kicking in.
Except, the more I thought about it, the more right it felt. I was spooning my wife to sleep and I didn’t give any thought to my erection against her ass. All my thoughts were filled with how Christine tasted. How her moans sounded, and how we shook that car so violently it may need new shocks and struts. I’d cut her a check for it, fuck it. Worth every penny.
The only thing on my mind was how I was going to torture her tomorrow at work. Luckily for me, the toy to do so was tucked right in my drawer. I fall asleep with the image of her cumming on my cock on a constant loop. It’s also the first thought that greets me in the morning. That, and her giant gorgeous smile the moment I stepped through those front doors. She was as cheerful and innocently bubbly as the day before.
In stark contrast, I stayed in my office and hid. I found no weird looks or heard odd mutterings about us sitting alone at a restaurant. Good.
I see her minimally throughout the morning, just to refresh my already committed memory. She paid me a slight wink and smile, handed me some mail and faxes. To everyone, it was simple workplace operations. Business as usual. Between us, she blessed me with a view of her perky, curvy ass in a black pencil skirt, and ate up my gazes.
When the coast is clear, I ruffle through my drawer for the sex toy I vividly remember stashing here. A vibrating wand I never got the opportunity to use on my wife. Back when we actually had sex, we planned to utilize it when she joined me for lunch. Unfortunately, this bright pink, multi speed vibrator never saw it’s time in the sun. Until today that is. Still hungry, cute, cordless, and *oh so ready* to bring sexual gratification.
It’s noon and I’m hard enough to dent a beer keg salivating over Christine’s sweet pussy. I gave her the morning to get her work done. Now I demanded her time. I call the front desk, and she picks up immediately.
“Good afternoon, sir.”
She stresses “sir” in such a way that means she’s fully aware of my intentions, and feeds into it. Like she’s my sex kitten, ready to purr at a moments notice. It makes me want to cum all over my desk in response.
“What is your schedule like for today?” I ask.
A beat of silence. “I have to take notes for a meeting at 2. Other than that, I’m mostly free.”
“I want to see you in my office. Now.” As a final sign of control, I hang up.
I recline in my chair, kick my feet on the surface of the mahogany, and I wait for her presence.
Christine Law doesn’t keep me waiting long. She gracefully enters my office looking hotter than sin. I’m fixated on her small petite body. Small, perky breasts. A tight, flat stomach. A beautiful bubble butt attached to tasty, graspable hips. That skirt of hers showed off her gorgeous legs, and I licked my lips at the meal between them. My heart races at the thrill of what I wanted, with only a limited amount of time to do it.
She takes off her cardigan and tosses it on the coat rack. Did she have toned, sculpted arms from the sleeves of that blouse, or was I that infatuated of her? Probably both. My eyes eat her up, undressing her and fucking her every which way. She sees it, and sex is scrawled all across her face, returning the look.
I whisper, “Damn, you’re hot.”
She smiles. “Took you long enough.”
She reaches for the door, and I audibly stop her.
“NO.” She looks at me, half aroused, half startled. I rise to my feet and make my way to her. “Leave it open.”
She freezes at the sight of my tall figure looming above her, with my right hand grasping today’s method of sexual pleasure. My eyes lock on to her thighs, rubbing together trying to contain herself at my approach. She can’t decide what to stare at between the wand, or the bulge in my slacks.
I make that decision for her. My left arm wraps around her hip and pins her body to mine. She sharply gasps for air. I take those pretty open lips for myself and shove my tongue into her mouth. She melts into me immediately. Her shaky hands are at my belt line, fumbling with exactly what to do with them.
In this moment, I have completely knocked her off center. Christine is one of those women that is almost never the prey. Behind that cute face, dazzling smile, and that vivacious personality was a woman that was a fucking *hunter*.
She knew what she wanted, and was going to get it however she wants, whenever she wants. Her orgasm doesn’t come from mere penetration. It comes from the thrill of the chase. Taking any man she can, just because she can, with the utmost confidence.
Reeling men in like hypnotized prey, drawn to her personality, and taking control of all of me. Spanking my ass. “Asking” me to put it in her ass. Demanding my cum fill that brown star.
This time, I was the aggressor.
I was the hunter.
And I felt more alive than ever before.
I shove her body against the drywall. My free hand pins her wrists high above her head before she can even blink. I then kick her legs apart, separating those sexy legs.
We pause for just a moment. She’s so taken aback she’s gasping desperately for air. Footsteps are heard approaching us, then fade quickly. Thank goodness. The thrill of getting caught because of the taboo of work sex?
An adrenaline high like I’ve never experienced. Sure, my life would be a nightmare afterwards, but not now. In this moment, I am a power hungry dom with a horny little slut under my control. I look deep into her eyes.
She struggles against my weight, but to no avail.
And that’s when she freezes at the dull hum of the wand being clicked on.
I kiss her neck up to her ear, and whisper, “You’re going to cum for me like a good girl.”
I don’t care what the next words out of her mouth were. I lift her skirt up, adjust the wands vibrations at a moderate intensity. The head makes contact on her clit and her entire body tenses at it’s touch. Certainly she didn’t expect to come up here and be my plaything. Rather, she probably expected a quickie or coaxing an orgasm out of me. Not today.
Her hips grind on the ball, applying as much pressure as she prefers. Moans of pleasure hit my ear like a beautiful melody. My cock is so hard I want to throw everything to the side and attack the wet slit of hers but I preach to myself patience.
She gets close to a climax and moans audibly.
“Uuunh!”
We both stop, and we are hyper focused on the door. Time feels like it stands still.
Silence greets us. Thankfully no footsteps. Nobody stirs. No whispers or voices.
I turn the wand off. She cries in her pleasure ceasing, and let’s out a relieved sigh that she’s allowed a break in her tension. She uses this moment to suck in lungfuls of air, and I glare at her hungrily. God, she’s gorgeous.
“Christine,” I whisper in her ear. “If you make another noise like that, I’ll stop. I will send you back to the front desk revved up and with release. You understand? Or are you going to get us caught?”
“No sir, I’ll be quiet.” She nods.
“Good. Now be a good girl,” I click the vibrator back on. “And cum for me like a proper slut.”
Her body shivers, and all her tension and wait feels like it falls off her body. I’m about ready to pick her up and fuck her senseless against the wall.
I return the vibrator to her clit and the approval of pleasure returns to her face. One minute, her eyes are closed and she’s focused on the sensation I’m shooting through her, trying to remain silent and submit to me. The very next, her eyes are wide open, staring directly into mine, taking in the source of the pleasure. Her cheeks turn red when she sees me eating her up, and she gnaws on her bottom lip to keep herself restrained.
Naturally, I turn up the intensity.
Her head thumps repeatedly against the wall, helplessly trying to contain herself. Her fingernails scratched against my hand, not to fight, but she needed something to brace onto. Besides, the pain turned me on even harder.
Christine grinded her pussy against the wand like she was riding cock. Wetness poured down her legs, drenching our toy in her scent. The pure satisfaction I had in watching her be pinned and me forcing an orgasm out of her was much better than having my cock inside her.
I held her body hostage, and her orgasm was the only freedom she’d get. I was drunk off the power. Inebriated off the thrill. No doubt the pendulum would swing the other way our next session, but for now, I owned her. And she was going to do whatever the fuck I said.
“Give it to me. Now.”
I can feel her body shaking. If she wasn’t about to orgasm, surely I was about to. She’s bucking off the head of the wand violently. Her face smacks into my chest and she groans into it audibly into me.
“Uunh! Unhh!” Went her muffled cries of pleasure.
“Yes, Christine. Yes girl. Give it to me.”
Her body shakes full or ecstasy and tension and her sweet pussy drenched my hand and our toy in her sweet orgasm. She gives her all to me, and I graciously accept it.
“Uuunh!!”
I lick my lips at her knees shaking, buckling to keep her weight up while aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her tight body.
I turn it off, and release her arms, and she leans against the drywall for support. Her small chest is heaving while she appears to have to focus hard to regain control of herself.
“Holy fucking shit that was hot.” She said.
“I can’t remember having this much fun.” It rings more true than I thought. I remember a time where I was regularly having this type of sex, but it feels like a lifetime ago. With significantly less thrill.
“You do know I’m going to pay you back for this right?” she smiles.
I tell her, “Why do you think I did it?”
She reassembles herself and gives a good look at my hard cock. “I can’t wait until I get to make you squirm and moan like you just did me. You’re going to GET it.”
We share a tender kiss with more intimacy than our situation calls for. I’m in love with it.
“I have no doubt that you will. Enjoy your meeting.” I walk to my desk, fall in my chair and wave her off. No doubt I’d pay, as her eyes are met with a dangerous amount of sexual tension and fury. “Close the door on your way out.”
I do take a long look at that perky bubble butt on her way out the door, and stroke my dick to the fantasy of my pounding my cock into it again.
~Part Three Coming Soon!~
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/enanrw/backseat_lover_part_two_mf_toys
Absolutely perfect.