*You slut,* I think as guilt invades my mind, torments my emotions. Mike, my forty-year old boss, clamps a calloused hand on my left breast. Dad got me this job through a client after I graduated from college. Secretary and bookkeeper for a wholesale plumbing supply business. Not exactly what I majored in, but it was more than I’d get working at Starbucks.
I was getting married in June. Paul was finishing up a one-year master’s program in Pittsburgh. Then we’d marry and start our life together. I moaned as Mike teased my nipples into erect eager little peaks. I knelt on the creaking backroom cot, while he moved off my breasts and pushed me down, his hands now grasping my tight bottom. His hands move, expertly, over my body and he growls, “Slut, I knew you wanted this.”
I respond, arching back, feeling the heat of his body. My panties are around my knee and my skirt is rucked up around my hips. Then I cry out as he slaps one cheek and I feel the weight of his body pushing me down. I’m so fucking aroused. “Don’t,” I gasp.
He laughs and tells me, “Too late.” He’s a few pounds overweight, heavy, but muscular. So different than Paul. His erection pushing into the crease of my buttocks, but he doesn’t try to enter me. I’m wet, hot, and swollen and I try to push myself back onto his cock, while my almond brown eyes stare at an unpainted, stained wall.
And then he’s pushing into me. My breath comes faster, as my arousal, my need engulfs me. I turn my head, wanting to see him, but he pushes my head down against the stained mattress and then I cry out as he pushed himself deep inside me and even though I’m on the pill, I desperately try to figure out if this is a safe time. My knees are folded underneath and his weight leaves me feeling helpless, overwhelmed. He begins to thrust into me, pushing violently.
The only sound is me crying out in hot little moans and his grunts as he fucks me. Then, my guts wrench and I’m shocked as I feel the first spasm of orgasm. I come, hard, and he feels it, my pelvic muscles squeezing him, not letting him go. It seems to last forever, but it’s only a few seconds. It’s been so long, since I had a real orgasm.
Why didn’t Paul turn me on this way? Mike is still hard as he leaves my body. I roll over, my leg muscles aching as I stretch out, staring up at him. My black hair a mess. My lipstick smeared. My eyes widen as I realize he’s still hard. Had he even come? He bends over and runs a finger along my slit. “They call this a cream pie,” He says with a hard smile. “I’ll put a little something extra in your paycheck, now clean yourself up and get back to work.”
I sit up and reach for my panties. He gets to them first and stuffs them in his pocked. “You won’t need these.”
“Yes sir,” I say softly.
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