A Working Relationship [CNC] [Cheating]

I’d actually met her husband. He was a nice enough guy. He seemed to really care for her and they seemed really happy together.

But to me he seemed a little too nice – kind of soft. When I shook his hand it was like holding a wet piece of silk. The hands of a guy that had never done a day of real work in his life. He wasn’t a deadbeat or anything – I think he did something with computers, but he’d never done the kind of work that left his hands blistered and his back sore.

Not that there is anything wrong with that. To each his own. And some chics really like that – that softness.

But she didn’t. I was sure of it. She needed a guy that would come home from work, shove her against the counter and take her right there. A guy that would leave finger prints on her hips and around her throat.

She didn’t want a guy to light candles before they made love. She needed a man to shove her face into the mattress and fuck her like he was trying to fuck her very soul.

Oh she loved him. There was no doubt about that. But I was also sure that he couldn’t fuck her the way she needed.

I realize there is a chance I was just projecting. I’d imagined taking her since the day I hired her. I’d spent so much time imagining fucking her that maybe I had just convinced myself she wanted it too.

But I was convinced that wasn’t it. It was something about the way she moved, an enticing sway that drew my eye like she not only wanted the attention but liked trying to push me to my breaking point. And the way she spoke – a subtle undertone of attitude. Like she was desperate to be put in her place.

There were a thousand other little hints too. Like while she always dressed professionally, she never bends her knees when she picks something up off the floor. And when I made a passing joke about her flaunting her ass, she didn’t even blush. She just rolled her eyes and smirked as she walked away.

The few times I’ve had to come down hard on an employee around her I could see an excited, malicious glint in her eye.

Yeah you can explain it all away if you’d like. I’m just saying you can’t really blame me for what happened. I think it’s pretty clear she needed it as much as I did. I think it’s obvious she was quietly asking for it.

It was a Friday afternoon. Of course there was more work to do but I’d already decided on my plan, so I let the work crews and the couple other office employees go home early. She looked pretty annoyed when I told her I needed her to stay another hour to finish a couple thing but I was ok with that.

I needed her alone.

I gave her twenty minutes to cool down and then waited until she got up from her desk. I timed my approach so she was still standing when I reached her. She turned around when she heard me coming so her ass was pressed against her desk, and when I stepped in close – barely an inch between us – she had no where to go.

She seemed so small as I looked down on her. Of course most people look small to me, I’m a fairly big dude.

“I’ve wanted to get you alone for a long time,” I said.

A genuine look of worry crossed her face and for the first time she was speechless. I wrapped my hand around the small of her back and pulled her against me. I was … eager, and more than a little excited. I’m sure she could feel it.

She slapped me.

It stung a little but it wasn’t a very hard slap. I don’t think her heart was really in it.

I smiled. “That’s it? I expected more of a fight from you.”

She was leaning away from me and pushing at my chest, trying to create some space between us. But she wasn’t very strong. I put a hand behind her neck and held her in place. I slid my other hand down to her ass and pulled her hard against me.

“God, do you know how long I’ve wanted you? I’ve fucking dreamed of taking you like this for so long.” I said.

I pulled her head in close and kissed her. She was still pushing at my chest, but it was more compulsory. There was no strength to it and she didn’t try to bite me or anything.

I took a step forward, pushing her back so she ended up sitting on the desk. Her skirt slid up her leg as she sat and I couldn’t help but slide my hand up her smooth thigh.

“Mmm,” I growled into her mouth. “Your body is meant for fucking. It would be a waste to not take it the way it was meant for.”

I slid my hand up her stomach and grabbed her breast through her shirt. She tried to push me off and slapped me against.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and turned her face up to me. I continued to grope her breast as I held her head still and stared her in the eyes.

“Ask me to stop,” I said. “Try to say you don’t want this. But you won’t. You can’t. You crave it as much as I do. Deep down you’re desperate to be fucked like a little slut.”

She glared at me but didn’t say a word. I grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, popping buttons all over the floor. I pushed her bra out of the way and grabbed her breasts again. She let out a half squeal half groan as I dug my fingers into her breast.

I leaned over and clamped my mouth to her neck. Kissing. Sucking. Nibbling. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Maybe she was just trying to keep herself from falling back, but I took it as encouragement.

I pushed her down onto the desk, send shit flying everywhere. I held her down with one and and worked my mouth down her collar bone, chest, and to her breasts. I took them in my mouth, one then the other. Flicked my tongue over her nipples, let my teeth graze against her flesh.

Maybe the gentleman thing would have been to take my time, caress her body, ensure her pleasure. But I was too eager. I’d waited so long to have her and the only thing I could think of was shoving my dick inside her, claiming her body, using her to get what I needed.

While I sucked on her tits I worked on my belt with one hand, finally getting it loose, my pants unzipped, and my aching cock free.

I held her down with a hand around her throat and pressed my dick against her. She was wearing this cute little thing that was easily pushed to the side.

“Fuck, this pussy is so wet. I knew you wanted this,” I growled.

And then I shoved my dick inside her. A single thrust and I was buried to the hilt. She let out this choked little squeal and it was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.

I kept my fingers around her throat and grabbed a handful of her breast with the other hand as I began to thrust into her. I was too excited to be gentle. I fucked her with measured, violent thrusts. Each time I slammed into her her entire body shook and she let out the most satisfying grunt.

She grabbed my forearm with both hands and took me as I slammed into her again and again. After a few minutes she clamped her legs around my waist and arched her back.

“Oh fuck,” she nearly growled as her entire body began to quiver. She crossed her ankles behind my back and pulled me into her. She held her ass off the desk and ground herself onto me violently as she came.

After a moment her body relaxed back onto the desk, panting. I didn’t give her a break though. I knew now she wasn’t going anywhere so I took my hand off her throat. I slid my hands down to her hips and dug my fingers in hard.

I pulled her down so she was partially hanging off the desk and held her ass
In the air as I began to pummel her again. I fucked her just as hard as before but this time faster and faster.

She held onto the edges of the desk so hard her knuckles were turning white. I lifted her legs so her ankles rested on my shoulders and held her by her thighs. I was grunting and sweating as I fucked her.

“Fuck you know how to take a dick. With a body like that I knew you had to be cock hungry slut deep down.” I grunted.

“Oh god,” she groaned. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck to me. She laid there with her back slightly arched as she gave me her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I felt myself about to cum. I slammed into her even harder, using her body to work myself over the edge.

She felt me pulse inside her and it must have been exactly what she needed. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and cursed as she came on my dick while I came inside her.

I thrust into her a few more times before slowing down to a grind, letting her pussy milk the cum from my cock.

I pushed her back up the desk and let her legs drop from my shoulders. I stayed inside her though and kept running my hands up and down her body.

After a minute I said, “You’re a good fuck. I think we are going to have a lot of fun together from now on.”

She looked at me as a flood of emotions filled her face. Guilt. Shame. Anger. Desire.

“What?” I asked with a smile. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t want it. You could have said ‘no’”.

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