My sex life had been as dry as could be throughout the course of my time at the firm. Maybe a one night stand with some poor bastard from a bar here and there, but for the most part, I'd let the young, kinky, sexual side of myself go by the wayside, unable to find the right sort of guy who could meet my needs, abstract as they were, and the trouble of flirting and seducing and putting up with all manner of bullshit entirely more than I wished to endure.
Harry had, I think, sort of managed to sweep me off of my feet without wholly meaning to. I just spent so much time with him, you know, was in such close quarters with him on a routine basis. And he was so mature, so in control of himself and his emotions, but powerful... All and all, completely unlike the sorts of juvenile twenty-somethings I'd always settled for in my life. Something new, something exciting, someone who knew how to treat a lady right.
In the beginning, I have to admit, I did feel just a little bit bad about it. He had a wife, a young daughter, the wife in her thirties, and me, I realized, the harpy who might threaten to split up her home and wreck their life. But I had no intention of doing so, and I made sure that things remained contained, the two of us in control over what we shared. I needed him so badly at that point, and whatever guilt there was to be felt at this betrayal of his family, perfectly lovely people, I'm sure, was his to be felt, and his alone.
I'll never forget that first night we spent together... Him, taking me into that hotel room with him, kind, patient, and oh so enthusiastic. I'd been shaking, I remember, in spite of myself. I tried excruciatingly hard to calm down, to get a hold over myself, but I just felt so damn nervous. He could recognize this, of course, and he did his best to soothe me. He succeeded, eventually, a lot more than your average guy might have been able to. He placed a hand on my shoulder, in almost a fatherly manner, and it was like everything just sort of lifted for me, made easier, lighter...
He poured me a drink, and we talked for a while, smiling, laughing... I don't have a clue what it was we discussed. I was still so nervous at the time, and sort of just making my way from one moment to the next in the hopes that I would survive. But of course, I did, and things got easier and easier, the possible implications of what the two of us were doing growing more and more distant as things steadily progressed through the evening.
And then he kissed me. It caught me off guard, I think, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. I was frigid for a moment, trying to gain my footing, but then I gave into it wholeheartedly, melting into him, throwing caution to the wind. I was his, and his alone, to be dominated, used, hung out to dry...
Lord, how he ravished me...
He pulled apart after that first kiss, as though to ensure he hadn't shocked me too terribly. He had, of course, and for a moment I was left breathless, panting. But then I smiled at him, lighting up, quick to assure him that I was every ounce as enthusiastic about the direction in which things were headed as he was, and this, in turn, seemed only to redouble his want for me.
He leaned into me once more, and I did the same. Our mouths dissolved into a single, wet, luscious unit, and I breathed him in, nostril flaring, heart pounding in my chest, and my ears ringing, ringing, ringing as though a bell was being sounded right next to my head.
He ravished me... Dominated me...
He stuck his tongue into my mouth, and tasted the insides of my cheeks. I pushed my tongue back up against his own, the two of us wrestling it out playfully with those fleshy pink units of ours, mouths popping, slurping, neither of us able of getting enough, no matter how desperately we might have tried.
And his hands, so knowing, so capable, were all over me. They slid across the front of my little black dress, dredging the fabric all over me in such a manner that my lingerie were brought routinely into view. He squeezed on my breasts, and cupped his hands against my ass, pulling me into himself. I thought, initially, that this first contact might prove wholly peculiar, but instead it seemed to crush whatever barriers lay between us. It put us on an equal sexual footing, and took away my fear- I could tell, even from those first few desperate clutches toward my anatomy, that he would prove one immaculate lover...
We began to stumble around wildly, almost drunkenly, through the expansive hotel suite. I loosened his tie from around his neck, yanking it from him through the loop of his collar, and I slipped him out of his suit jacket, only managing to get the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone beneath the thing before he pushed me through the bathroom door, giggling.
There was no need for it, really, other than to more thoroughly seal us in one with one another, but he closed the door shut behind us, and in an instant we were back on one another, kissing, touching, groping, passionately devouring one another, as though neither of us had the slightest hope in hell of ever getting enough. I could feel him hardening against my thighs, and it turned me on like all damnation to experience his bulge grinding up against me- the biggest, I could tell, that I'd ever encountered, and the most adept, I would soon come to know all too well, at pleasuring me...
He fumbled absently for the faucet of the shower as the two of us continued to make out like newlyweds, and hot, scalding water proceeded to rain down into the basin of the tub- his intention, I supposed, was to get the two of us cleaned up a bit before we got ourselves very, very dirty all over again...
I undressed first for him. I slithered out of my tight black dress, careful to move my body just so, slinking and writhing in ways that I knew would do the most damage to his already stiff and inflated cock. I peeled the straps of my bra from my shoulders seductively, leering into his eyes as I did so, and then slowly, slowly, slowly bringing my arm up to my breasts, censoring my nipples before he even got a chance to sneak a peek at the sweet, sharp things.
Then I doubled over at the waist, popping my ass out toward him as I bent over to slide away my lacy black panties, dredging them down along my body, spreading myself wide for him to witness, devastating him, and causing my inner woman to swell with sexual pride.
Ass naked now, I could see that he was beginning to leak for me, pre-ejaculate seeping through the lump in his pants as he lusted after me, and I decided to agonize him just the least bit more, spurring things along. He moved in for me, clearly hungry for my lithe, naked body, but before he could even come close, I slipped behind the shower curtain, the hot water feeling glorious against my naked flesh as I disappeared from view. I waited a moment, and then stuck out a single hand to him, hooking my finger in his direction in a crystal clear “come hither” motion, and then vanishing once more.
It didn't take long at all for him to join me in my nakedness, his clothes crumpling to a heap and then his powerful body stepping in beside mine in the shower, looking glorious, even sturdier than I'd imagined this first time, and so luscious to behold. His long, hard rod curved upward for me, throbbing with arousal, and almost immediately I reached over and began to stroke him, cupping his massive, hairy scrotum in my hand and dredging the shaft of his erection from base to tip, base to tip, base to tip, masturbating him lightly as the two of us kissed.
He pressed the hot, stiff thing up against me as the two of us continued to make out, and my kisses began to fall further down, down, down along his body, from his lips to his cheek, to his chin, to his neck, to his nipples... As I kissed his chest, I could feel his heart beating up against his chest, and I thought fearfully that I may be on the verge of giving the poor, studly bastard a heart attack.
He put a hand on my head, however, clearly instructing me to continue on my downward trek, and I was certainly not one to disappoint. I continued my way down along him until I made contact with the furry obstacle of his bush, unshaven, but neatly kept. I brought my face back to his engorged purple tip, and rolled my tongue around its circumference a few times. Then I parted my jaws wide, and I swallowed him all up inside me, needing a few attempts to be able to fully contain him without my gag reflex kicking in, until at last, with some angling, my lips touched down against his fur, and he let out a tremendo
us sigh.
He continued to keep his hand planted firmly on my pretty little skull as I proceeded to suck him off, guiding me, even in our sex, like a real mentor, and asserting his dominance over me in a manner that defied second guessing. I sucked, and slurped, and lapped up that long, hard boner of his, doing my damnedest to please him as I bobbed my head rhythmically from one end to the other, building up an immense suction as I pulled back tightly to his tip, snapping my lips off of him, and then pushing back along toward his pelvis, my neck gouged repeatedly by his massive spear of a cock, but his insistence at my compliance evident from the fact that he never, not for one minute, relinquished his grip over me.
Again and again and again I choked him down, nostrils flaring as he stabbed the back of my neck repeatedly with his tip, and at last, when I thought I could handle no more, he heaved me one final time into himself, holding steady, steady, steady- and he began to ejaculate wildly into my mouth.
God, there was so much of it, his hot, steamy fluids, delicious to me in my infatuation with the man, filling up my cheeks, spilling through my lips, dripping down along my chin, and dripping onto my breasts in a way that I knew must have pleased him.
I was his... Wholly, entirely, completely... I was his cum-hungry slave, his to do with as he so pleased...
I won't get into everything we did in that shower together- suffice it to say, we stayed in there until the water began to grow cold. But once we'd dried one another off, and I'd adequately aroused him to full, erect hardness following that first explosive ejaculation, he picked me up in his arms like a groom carrying a bride, spiriting me over across the room to the bed.
He dumped me onto its surface, rather abruptly- not too hard, but just in keeping with our dominant, submissive personas. He tangled himself up in me for some time, grinding his cock up against my flesh in a dry humping movement as the two of us continued to grope and to fondle for some time, and before I knew it I was being twisted around onto my hands and knees, splayed out like a damn animal.
And he was entering me from behind...
He sliced into my pussy with that long, stiff erection of his, and I shrieked with pleasure, toes curling as he pushed up inside me, deeper, deeper, deeper, so deep that I could have cried, but only in the most desirable of ways.
And he proceeded to fuck me. To plow me, destroy me, pulverize me. That beautiful man pounded my pussy so intensely that I couldn't fucking see straight, and then he filled me up, once again, with so much of his seed, that I thought he must surely be insatiable.
He pleased me, in every possible way, throughout the course of that first evening, and foolishly, by the time it was all over, I had allowed myself to fall into the oldest trap in the book- I allowed myself to think I could be more than his mistress.
And I suppose, in my way, I was more than his mistress. There was too much respect, too much equanimity for me to be just some slut on the side... I don't know what you might have called the two of us, honestly.
But I knew it could never be anything like my emotions were telling me it should be. I wasn't going to be his damn wife anytime soon, and frankly I didn't have any intentions of being a homewrecker.
Eventually, of course, his marriage did come to a conclusion, but it actually wasn't his infidelity that brought it about- or at any rate, it wasn't that directly. Harry and his wife had, apparently, drifted apart entirely of their own volition, irreconcilable differences and all that jazz, and they'd decided, for the benefit of their daughter, that the time had come to go their separate ways.
It was totally amicable, so far as I knew. But ironically, it was at about the same time that his marriage ended, and he essentially had a free pass to fool around with young women like me to his heart's content, that the two of us reached a turning point in our own relationship with one another.
A few years had passed- good years, for the most part. And Harry had shown me a lot of what he'd known during the course of our affair together. I'd risen high up in the company, and technically speaking, Mr. Johnson wasn't actually my boss anymore. He was my superior, and had authority over me, technically, but I'd shifted to another department, and he no longer gave me orders, or interacted with me on as regular a basis. And, in fact, my new department and his sometimes butted heads about things, which created a predictable enough tension between the two of us during the day...
And I guess, in some ways, we just felt as though whatever the hell we'd been playing at up to this point had run its course. We mourned the loss of the thing, but it was just too much for us, we decided. The two of us went to our usual place, had one last round of passionate goodbye sex, and declared that the end of it.
It had indeed been a beautiful run...
I'd cried over it, just for the shortest period of time, but I eventually got over myself- aided, I suppose, by the fact that I had my own sexy young underling to seduce and tend to...
And of course, I'm referring to Mark now... It wasn't like I'd just been waiting for the moment the cord was cut between Harry and I for this to get underway- I wasn't desperate, or anything. It had almost been by chance, in fact. I'd had my share of lustful thoughts about Mark from time to time, but I felt sure a guy like him must have a girlfriend, and somehow that sort of bond must have been stronger than that shared between Harry and his wife. Perhaps him being younger than me had been part of what prevented me from trying anything.
But then one night- one late, late, late night- the two of us found ourselves staying after hours, well into the morning, working on an assignment that just wouldn't go away, and that was frustrating the hell out of us in our inability to solve the problems at hand.
We'd given up for the evening, I think, reduced to drinking, and the booze, predictably enough, driving our defenses way down... I mean, we could still tell which way was up, but we were awfully bubbly, lightheaded, and we talked with one another in ways that we might never have done in the daytime. Like equals, in a way, or at least as equal as a man and a woman edging toward a sexual dynamic with one another can truly be said to be equals.
Given our mutual state of fogginess, I couldn't say exactly what the course of the conversation happened to be, but before either one of us knew it, we were kissing passionately, tenderly... And I caught myself, in a complete reversal of roles from what I'd known in the past, pushing my tongue into his mouth, taking charge- and it sent a rush of adrenaline pumping through my body.
We pulled apart from one another, slightly disbelieving, and we simply couldn't help ourselves but to laugh, amazed at the course things had taken, and wanting to make sure things weren't getting weird for either of us. But then we leaned in and kissed one another again, clearly serving as an answer, and we felt confident enough, accordingly, to continue on in the manner we'd begun.
“Come on,” I whispered at last, “I know a place we can go...” And where, oh where did I take my sexy little lover boy for the rest of the evening? Why, I took him to the exact same hotel where Mr. Johnson and I had first consummated our whatever-the-hell-it-was- the place was reasonably close to the firm, and was a convenient place for seedy office workers to engage in secret sexcapades after hours (believe me, I'd seen other co-workers coming here at the same time as Harry and I, including one married woman who I discovered to be a closeted lesbian- lots of steamy stuff...)
Suffice it to say, Mark and I hit the bed running, wasting no time after that initial kiss in ramping things up to the extreme, and our clothes seeming, almost miraculously, to dissolve from our bodies like liquid.
What I'd liked about Harry's lovemaking was his slowness, his control, and the manner in which he seemed to be in complete authority over ever little motion, able to please me with perfect precision. Mark, by contrast, had the benefit of being younger and more energetic. His fucking was more frenzied, desperate, and this time, I had the benefit of being the one in control over what went on beneath the sheets, his superior as I was.
And I had every steamy intention of exercising
that power of mine to its damn fullest extent...
We kissed, and tumbled, and made out wildly, passionately, and like I'd done for Harry that first time, Mark's kisses slipped down, down, down along my body, coating me with his essence, and I had to ball up quantities of the sheets in my fists as he at last dipped down between my thighs.
He proceeded to eat my pussy, rolling his tongue around inside me, knifing through me, pushing, twisting, slurping, devouring me, ripping dreadful moans of delight from my throat, as slowly, slowly, my legs squeezed in around his head as though to crush him, pulling him deeper into myself.
“Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!”
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