The First Time
I finally convinced him to come over one weekend, while his wife was out of town. There had always been a sort of sexual tension between us, however; company policy strictly forbids any type of interoffice relationships. He would often joke about how he would "leave me sore" and "fuck me like no man ever has", but was too afraid that a night with me would ruin him personally and professionally. After months of verbal foreplay, he told me that he couldn't stand it any longer, and he had to be inside of me. As I left work that day, I told him to meet me at my place at 7:00 and gave him the address. Counting down the hours until his arrival, I anxiously planned in my mind all the things I had in store for him that evening. I greeted him at the door wearing my favorite black lace top and skirt, and I noticed that his cock was already bulging out of the front of his pants. This was an instant turn-on, as I led him into the living room and poured us a couple glasses of wine. We took a couple of sips as we talked, and he wasted no time shoving his tongue into my mouth, and running his fingers through my long dark hair.
It felt so good to have his hands upon me that I almost forgot this was our first time together. His touch felt so natural; so familiar; as we had become so close emotionally over the past couple of months. He knew everything about me; what my childhood was like, the steamy details of my sex life, and all the things that truly evoked my passion in life. I often wondered what his marriage was like, as there always seemed to be a longing for something. Content, yet curious; enamored, yet disengaged.
As he pulled me closer to him and continued to kiss me, I asked him if he was comfortable with being here. As much as I wanted this night to happen, I also didn’t want him to have regrets, as I knew this would certainly change our relationship. One look into his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I leaned towards him, and kissed him passionately, while unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. I ran my fingers down his chest, and began to unbutton his pants. I could feel the warmth of his throbbing cock resting against my hand as I pulled them down and reached inside. I was so anxious to have that cock inside of me; I had to remind myself to take it slow. I wanted this night to last forever; for some reason I wanted more than just a quick fuck from him.
With one hand now inside his pants, I began stroking his cock, and running my fingernails down the length of his shaft. He moaned softly and leaned back so that I could move between his legs. I pulled his pants all the way off, and slowly took his hardened cock into my mouth, first just the tip and then working my way down. I continued to slide my tongue up and down his cock as my hand twisted around the base of his shaft. He closed his eyes, focusing only on the sensation of my hand and mouth working feverishly on his cock, until I could feel him stiffening inside my mouth. As much as he wanted to explode inside my mouth, leaving me with the sweet taste of his cum, he was determined to deliver on his promise of a good fucking. This was his night; he wanted to be the one in charge, acting on the fantasies that had consumed him over the last couple of months.
Instinctively, he knew I would allow him to do things that his wife would never try. He pulled me to my feet, and kissed me again, this time lifting off my shirt and flinging it over the couch. He quickly unhooked my bra and wrapped his mouth around my tits, while yanking off my skirt with his free hand. He wasted no time sliding his hand inside my panties and massaging my clit, as I felt myself getting wetter with each touch. I reached down and guided his fingers deep inside of me, begging him not to stop. He forcefully wrapped his arm around my waist and bent me over the couch, whispering in my ear how much he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I softly moaned at the mere thought of it, telling him how much I would love to feel his cock pounding deep inside my tight hole.
He spread my ass cheeks wide and massaging his swollen cock in his hand, prepared to enter me. He placed his throbbing cock at the rim, circling it gently at first, and then sliding it inside. I moaned as this huge cock stretched me open, and began to fuck me with slow, deep thrusts. His pace quickened with each breath, building a slow, methodical rhythm with me bucking back against him. I cried out each time he pulled his cock almost completely out of my hole, only to slam it back into me, yanking fistfuls of hair with each penetration. He continued to fuck my ass mercilessly, until I could feel that beautiful cock stiffening deep inside of me.
Ordering me to turn around, he pulled his hardened cock out of my ass and guided me backwards onto the loveseat. With a few rough strokes of his hand, he shot his sticky load all over my face and neck, spraying me with his hot cum. I was eager to devour the last few drops of his sweet juices as I rubbed it all over my body, tasting it. With a devilish grin on his face, he leaned down to kiss me and massage his now flaccid cock between my sticky breasts. After dressing ourselves, he told me that he really should be going, as his cell phone had been ringing with his wife's incessant calls and she was surely worried about him. Sending him on his way, I told him that I loved every minute spent with him, and anytime he wants to act on another fantasy, I was only a call away. I have a feeling it won't be long before I hear from him again.
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