This October Monday, arriving at the office, I felt unusually good, I even had time to make myself look pretty. Despite the cool weather, I chose to wear a black pencil skirt that hugged my hips elegantly, paired with an emerald silk blouse that highlighted my eyes. My red hair, slightly wavy, fell just below my shoulders, adding a touch of sensuality to my professional look.
Eric, my boss, had already complimented me that morning. His voice, always laced with charm, seemed to echo in my mind. In his well-preserved forties, he impressed with a physique sculpted by years of fitness. Dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit and a brilliant white shirt, he embodied elegance and authority.
Even though I was in a relationship, I couldn't deny that my thoughts often wandered to him. In my fantasies, I pictured him pulling me onto his desk, the parquet floor creaking beneath us, my hips pressed against the cold wood, his strong hand holding my face firmly against the desk as he fucked me deeply. The cold metal of his wedding ring against my cheek, adding a forbidden dimension to our passionate and brutal union.
Shaking my head to dispel these thoughts, I sternly reminded myself, Stop daydreaming, Em, you need to avoid getting into this kind of state at work, or you won't get any work done.
In the early afternoon, Eric asked if I could stay a bit later tonight to review some files. We had already done an "overnight" session together the past Week. We worked on files, of course, but he had stared at me insistently for several moments. I must admit, I was torn about this game of seduction. It was very exciting, but I had a boyfriend to whom I was trying to remain faithful, putting my past mistakes behind me. However, at the same time, for some time now, I had been regularly talking to a man online: Dan. I shared a lot of intimate details about my life with him, including this flirtation with my boss. And he encouraged me to provoke him by dressing provocatively and accepting these late-night work sessions one-on-one.
That's why, that evening, I once again accepted this late work session and found myself alone with him in his office, night having fallen and all my colleagues long gone. I had chosen an outfit that played with the boundaries of decorum.
During that evening, emboldened by Dan's encouragements and also because I found the situation amusing, I didn't hesitate to maintain eye contact with a mischievous smile, to bend over slightly to reveal my cleavage, and even to play with my pen in my mouth. I could see that this little game didn't leave him unmoved, and it made me jubilate inside. Me, usually so submissive, I was enjoying this game where I had, falsely, the feeling of controlling the situation.
I was therefore taken aback when Eric put down his pen and looked at me seriously.
"Emma, let's stop this little game and lay our cards on the table."
I replied, feigning surprise, "What do you mean?"
"You please me, Emma, it's been a while, and it seems mutual, given the little show you've been putting on for me," he continued in a still serious tone, which somewhat disconcerted me.
"You flatter me, Eric, and you do appeal to me somewhat, but I'm taken, and I admit I've let myself go a bit in this game of seduction. I apologize, I'll try to be more professional," I replied foolishly, blushing. "And besides, you're married," I added, pointing to his wedding ring with my eyes.
Eric stood up slowly but with assurance, an aura of confidence surrounding him. "Exactly, and I want to be clear, I'm not looking for romance." He began to move around the desk to come behind me.
"Yes... sorry, I apologize, that was foolish," I stammered without daring to turn around.
The floor creaked again, and I felt him lean towards me. He then whispered in my ear, "I'm just looking for a hole to relieve myself."
This last sentence caught me by surprise, and I experienced a strange sensation of fear mixed with excitement. I felt myself blanch, my throat dry, while feeling my sex moisten despite myself.
I felt his virile hand on the back of my neck, lightly but firmly squeezing, while his other hand landed on my thigh.
"And this hole seems perfectly adequate for my need," he added before placing his face in front of mine and leaning in to kiss me.
The touch of his lips against mine, combined with his hand firmly holding my neck, electrified me. I naturally responded to this forbidden kiss, my lips parting, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth and play with mine.
Em, react, you can't do this, I thought, but my body seemed to have other ideas, my hands now gripping the armrests of my chair as if invisible bonds were holding me. Our kiss continued, and I felt his other hand slide along the inside of my leg, under my skirt, reaching my soaked panties through which he began to gently stroke my clitoris.
I couldn't help but let out a moan, which made my lips part even wider, an opportunity Eric took to add even more passion to his actions.
~oOo~
Eric finally pulled his lips away from mine as one of his fingers began to penetrate my sex, making me moan again, my head slightly lifted, eyes closed, as if to savor this moment even more.
Emma, damn, stop this right now before it's too late, I screamed in my head.
"Your lips and tongue are even softer and more pleasurable than I imagined, I feel this mouth will give me a lot of pleasure," he said in a still serious and authoritative tone. I felt his hands release my neck and withdraw from my sex as he stood before me, starting to undo his belt.
I looked him straight in the eyes as he towered over me, my sex on fire and my body unresponsive, unable to move or say anything. He unbuttoned his trousers with growing frenzy and excitement, an odd, arrogant smile on his face.
The sight of his hard, thick cock in front of my face finally made me react, "Listen, I can't go any further, I have a boyf..."
I couldn't finish my sentence, my last words muffled by his member parting my lips as he had just grabbed my head with both hands.
"I don't fucking care," he added as his cock was halfway into my mouth.
He began slow thrusts, continuing to talk to me, his words punctuated by moans every time he went a bit deeper into my mouth, which seemed to have a will of its own and now welcomed him without any hesitation.
"I just need to... unh... destress after... mmm... this intense day... uhn... and I need you as an employee... unh... to apply yourself conscientiously... ugh... to the task your boss gives you," he said in a firm and authoritative tone.
I was now completely dedicated to the task in my mind, forgetting all my hesitations or reasons that might have held me back. This man, almost twice my age, continued to hold my face firmly with both hands while he fucked my mouth, and it excited me tremendously. It had been years since I'd been used in such a manly way. I only thought of one thing now: to give him as much pleasure as possible. My tongue played with his foreskin each time he withdrew slightly. I don't know if it was due to the situation, but I found the taste of his cock particularly pleasant, even appetizing, and I eagerly anticipated tasting his seed. Quickly, I became more passionate, my lips tightening around his member with each thrust, and I started letting out sighs of pleasure to indicate that I was enjoying it too.
"Yes, fuck, continue like that. I had sensed your submissive side, but I clearly underestimated your slutty side," Eric whispered.
With those words, I felt a surge of new excitement and tried to push my face as far as possible, delving into his crotch to try to take him entirely, while letting out another muffled moan of pleasure. My hands were still gripping the armrests of my chair, but at that moment, a mere touch to my sex would probably have triggered a powerful orgasm. All I hoped for was that once he had emptied himself in my mouth, he would still have enough energy to fuck me on his desk, as I had fantasized about many times.
He had me now, he knew it. I had no doubt that from now on, I would often spend my lunch breaks under his desk to "destress" him, my mouth now completely belonged to him.
After a second attempt, I finally managed to take him completely in my mouth. One of his hands then moved to the back of my head, firmly gripping my hair and holding my head down, my nose buried in the trimmed hair at the base of his sex.
"Go on, take it all like a champ, don't lose a drop," he articulated as I felt the first jet of sperm hit the back of my throat. I couldn't savor the taste of his seed this time, but the pleasure was no less exquisite despite the breathing difficulty that was starting to make my head spin.
I could feel him holding his breath for a few moments, followed by a manly grunt each time he emptied himself a bit more. My God, he evidently needed this, judging by the amount I was ingesting. One of my hands finally reached my sex, making me moan loudly between spurts. The orgasm was close, I felt on the verge of being overwhelmed by an orgasm of a new dimension and...
~oOo~
Eric finally pulled his lips away from mine as one of his fingers began to penetrate my sex. That was the moment that brought me back to my senses with a jolt. Like an electric shock, in a second, my mind had imagined what would happen if I didn't react now.
Gathering the few scraps of willpower within me, I pushed the chair back to free myself and stood up, trembling, under Eric's surprised gaze.
"I... I'm sorry... I have to go. I just remembered that... I have an appointment," I stammered while awkwardly trying to gather my things.
Eric straightened up, impassive, watching me fumble and stumble, which destabilized me even more. I finally managed to get everything and fled from the office without looking back.
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The next day, I returned to the office with a knot in my stomach. Eric acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to compliment me regularly and occasionally looking at me with an intensity that felt more intense and exciting than usual. I now dreaded the moment when he would ask me again to stay for a late work session, knowing full well that I might not be able to resist this time.
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For those wondering: No, since October, I haven't had any more late-night sessions with my boss, and no, it hasn't gone any further... at least for now.
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