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A Loss of Power.
I stay late at work all the time. Not to do extra work or anything, it’s more that I just like to have an hour or so to myself without anyone else around and I can’t always get that at home. So, I linger in the empty office and write, or pull out a coloring book to spend some time de-stressing, read a book, or just lie on the fucking floor and listen to music.

It was never an issue before. A few months ago our company was sold to another group and while we weren’t losing our jobs, which I was thankful for, we gained some shitty overhead bosses that thought they were making things easier and better for us. They installed a bio-metric lock on the door. It read our fingerprints and allowed entry and exit only to the people in the system. It had been working great, but they did warn our boss that it had not been tied into a generator yet, so if a storm was forecast we were supposed to prop the door open, just in case the building power went out so we didn’t get trapped in the event of an emergency.

We, the lowly staff however, had not been informed of this tidbit of vital information and apparently our boss hadn’t been tracking storms after our normal hours. I was lying on my stomach on the floor of my office, feet kicking in the air behind me as I colored mindlessly in a coloring book of swear words when the entire fucking place lit up for just a split second and a huge crash of thunder sent a shiver down my spine just a moment later.

I jumped. The power flickered then faded, and I was annoyed, but didn’t really panic until I heard my boss come barreling out of his office yelling, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, shit! Aww, shit.”

I didn’t even realize anyone else was still in the building. I carefully made my way out to the reception area thanks to some well spaced lightning and saw him standing at the door, shaking it and hitting it, trying to get the fingerprint scanner to come back on to unlock the door.

I walked over and stood behind him, uncertain to think about what he was doing, “Are we locked in?” I asked.

He jumped and spun to see me standing just a couple of feet behind him, “Jesus Laney. What are you still doing here? You clocked out half an hour ago.”

I nodded, “It’s quiet after everyone leaves. I didn’t want to go home yet, so I stuck around and figured I could get some things done. Are we locked in here?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know it was supposed to storm. I was just getting ready to close out my system and head home,” he sighed as he hit the door again.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, “Hey, I don’t think that’s really going to help. Can we take the hinges off the doors?” I asked.

He shook his head, “Not unless we can get to the other side of them. The pins are on that side. Fucking old building with its shitty and nonsensical design.”

I laughed, “I thought these were supposed to be on a generator? Isn’t that like a fire hazard or something?”

“It is. I was supposed to prop the door open before a storm. The generator is scheduled to be changed out next week. The old one was also a fire hazard apparently, so they unhooked it to avoid the building catching fire when it was engaged,” he whined and leaned back against the doors.

“How long do you think the power will be out?” I asked.

He shrugged and scrolled through his phone, “Well, it’s supposed to storm all night and the power company is reporting half the county is without power. They are working on it, but it could be a while.”

“You should probably call your wife and let her know so she isn’t worried,” I said.

He half laughed, “For her to worry she’d have to give a shit about me.”

I furrowed my brow and looked at him, “Marriage problems?”

He shook his head, “Nah. Marriage is great, it’s wife problems I have. She’s trying out this new thing where she leaves the house whenever I’m home so we don’t have to interact at all,” a heavy bitterness hung in the air.

“Any idea why?” I asked.

“Not a fucking clue. All I know is I haven’t seen my wife for more than a few hours in the past three months. I’d suspect she was cheating on me, but as far as I can tell, she leaves, sits in her car until bedtime and then comes home after I’ve already fallen asleep and sleeps in the guest room. I don’t know what I did. She won’t talk to me and I kinda wish she was cheating instead. At least that I could get mad about and have a reaction to. What fucking reaction am I supposed to have to her sitting alone in her car for 8 to 10 hours, seemingly doing nothing?”

“No idea. Do you want to color?” I asked.


I grabbed his hand and led him back over to my office, my coloring book was still on the ground, my page held open by a s**ttering of colored pencils I was using. I picked the book up and scanned through it, found a page and showed him by the light of his phone.

It had various scrolling designs with flowers and geometric patterns. In the center of the designs, in a gorgeous flowing script were the words, “Vapid Cunt.”

He took it in and laughed, “This is the ‘getting things done’ you were talking about?”

I smirked, “Well, this was mine,” I flipped back to my page and showed him the “Mother Fucker” with a cute little frog on a lily pad lingering in the corner of a scrolling and geometric pond scene I’d been working on when the power went out.

“This is a thing now? Curse word coloring books?” he seemed a bit perplexed as he took the book from my hand and held his phone up to flip through the different images.

“And porn, pin-up, horror, etc. Adult coloring books are huge draws for people dealing with mental health issues.”

“You have mental health issues?” he asked, his eyebrow ticked up in surprise.

I smiled, “Legally I don’t have to answer that, but not really. I just like coloring. It’s very relaxing and nostalgic, and, honestly, just fun.”

He handed the coloring book back to me and went over to look out my office window. I put the book down on my desk and followed him. Lightning was still lighting up the sky every minute or so followed by a jarring roar of thunder. It still made me jump every now and then.

He looked back at me, “You know, you’ve got the best office. My view is literally overlooking a fucking parking garage. Joe’s is looking right into an apartment building. Your window is right over the park. Green surrounded by a pretty little pond.”

I shrugged, “I don’t really look out the window much and it gets the worst glare on the screen from 11-2. I’ve been asking for a shade from maintenance, or at least permission to switch my office around, but they keep denying it.”

He looked around, “We have a couple of lanterns around here somewhere don’t we?” he asked.

“Yeah, I keep them in the cabinet by the door in the break room. I just swapped the batteries out last month.”

He took his phone and went into the other room. Cabinets opened and closed and I yelled out to him, “By the main door, not the bathroom door.”

Another cabinet opened and he came back, bearing lighting devices. He sat them up around my office and looked at the furniture, “How did you want to change it?” he asked as his eyes glanced back up to me.

I smiled, “I wanted to turn the desk 45 degrees to the right so the sun isn’t directly behind me but I can still see people coming into the office.”

“Grab that end, I think we can manage it on our own,” he said.

I shook my head, “No, this desk is super heavy. Joe and I tried to move it and we couldn’t even get it off the ground completely empty.”

He held his hand over the top of the desk then bent down and picked up his end and shifted it to the right a few feet. I stared. I didn’t know how he fucking did that. This desk was ancient super heavy wood with solid drawers and every one of them was full of stuff.

He looked incredibly proud of himself and motioned me over. I did and he put his hand on mine and placed it on top of the desk for a few seconds then I followed his lead and bent down to pick up this end of the desk to pivot it the rest of the way to my desired angle. We did this a few more times, scooting it back a few feet as well.

It was still incredibly heavy, but it was like a tie holding it down was broken when you put your hand on top of it first. It made no fucking sense to me so I asked him about it, “What was that thing you did with your hand?”

He laughed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, “A trick my dad taught me when I was a k**. I don’t know what it does, if it’s a subconscious thing, or a mind over matter kind of thing, but whatever it does, I know I’ve lifted things I shouldn’t have been able to lift, albeit for very short distances.” illegal bahis

“I am impressed,” I said.

We sat by my window and watched the storm for a little while. I don’t know if it was boredom setting in or what, but I caught myself glancing over at him every now and then and taking in his physique and features. He wasn’t buff, he didn’t have a strong jaw or chiseled face. His hairline was slightly receding and he was tall with a bit of a gut on him, but he had bright eyes that seemed in awe every time lightning lit up the sky outside, and an adorably lopsided smile.

I caught him looking me over a few times as well, he quickly blushed with just the slightest smile lingering on his lips and turned away. I wasn’t really anything special. I wasn’t a svelte blonde gymnast with big attention grabbing boobs. I was a 30-year-old redhead with a bust that ranged from a B cup to a C cup depending on the particular bra I was wearing. I had the hourglass shape in that I had wide hips and a narrower waist, but it was a slightly larger in the hips, butt, and thighs hourglass.

When I noticed him looking over at me, I became a little self-conscious of the outfit I had changed into after our work day ended. He was my boss and used to seeing me in black slacks and brightly colored blouses, a very business oriented style with my hair pinned up neatly and my make-up perfectly applied with the perfect accessories to tie my entire look together. Right now my hair was down and wildly curly, it’s natural state of chaos and I wore a black Basket Case movie t-shirt and dark blue boot-cut jeans with no bra, shoes, or socks. I was essentially in my comfortable clothes and he sat there still in his dress shirt and slacks. The only thing missing from his normal work wear was his tie, which I assume he’d taken off back in his office before the blackout.

He broke the awkward silence that hung between us, “So, what is Basket Case?” he asked with a smirk.

I blushed. How do you go about describing this movie? “Well,” I started, “it’s a horror movie about siamese twins who were surgically separated. One is horribly deformed and basically considered a parasite that isn’t even human by the doctors and the other is just trying to live life without his murderous telepathic blob of a brother holding him back. It’s amusing. Super cheesy, god the cheese… But, I love it. It’s one of my favorite movies and it’s much better than I’m making it sound.”

He laughed, “Believe it or not, I know the movie. I was just curious if you actually knew it or if this was like an old boyfriend’s t-shirt that you stole or something.”

“Oh. Most people have no idea what it is,” I said.

He looked me over, “Duane and Belial, right? I never took you as a fan of horror flicks.”

I nodded, “Well, if I’m not watching a horror movie, I’m probably watching a Disney movie.”

“Do you root for the villains?” he asked with a smile.

I shook my head, “Nope, I’m a ‘root for the good guys’ kind of person.”

He crinkled his nose and looked me in the eye, “You know, most of the guys in the office are a little afraid of you. They basically say you are the embodiment of a Disney villain, the powerful cold witch type.”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh god, I’ve gotten that since high school. Do guys ever grow up?” I sighed.

He shook his head, “No. We really don’t. We pretend to and give a good public image of growth and maturity, but alone we’re still as likely to whip a rolled up wet towel at a naked friend’s ass as we are to dare them to eat the gross thing in the back of the fridge, right up until we take our last breaths I’m sure.”

I leaned my back against the window and pouted slightly.

He ran his hand through his hair before he continued, “I don’t see it, you know? I know you’re a hard ass on them sometimes, but you have to be to keep them productive. Since you started working here they’ve been getting more done in less time and customer ratings have nearly doubled. I’m not knocking your leadership style, but doesn’t it get tiring to be so in control all the time?”

I nodded, “It really does. I actually hate that part of my job. I mean, I put up a good front, but when I go home at night I’m utterly exhausted and pretty much go for a swim or bike ride for a bit, and then lay on my couch watching movies until I pass out. What about you? How do you feel about your own leadership style?”

“I think I’m a fucking pushover and they all know it and take full advantage of it. I was never the ‘cool guy’ I kinda like being that guy now though. It’s easy. I pick up the slack and no one really notices but it can get exhausting, too. It starts to wear on you after a while and you feel like a doormat,” he said as he sighed. “Just once, I’d like to take charge and do what I want without worrying about the repercussions or loss of social standing.”

I bit my lip and tried to not smile as a dozen different scenarios of him taking charge of me ran through my head. I think he had similar thoughts as he smiled and looked me over. I wasn’t sure how that would work. I mean, he was my boss and all, but it’s not like I was really that much lower than him in the hierarchy of things. He gave me my directives for the week, and helped me out when I got stuck, but he wasn’t in charge of my projects and had no final say in how I completed them. I wasn’t his secretary or anything and he couldn’t directly fire me, only his boss could do that. So, would this be a breach of ethics in our company or not?

I wondered if he was thinking the same thing, but before I could think on it too long he’d leaned over and kissed me. He’s married. I know he’s married. I should have objected and pushed him away, but I didn’t. I most definitely should not have kissed him back, but I did.

It was bad, it was so fucking bad and I was feeling the shame for the first few minutes, but that quickly faded and was replaced with a pure heady lust. I found it hard to turn off my natural drive to direct and control things and he almost let me take charge as I climbed on his lap and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Weeks. It had been at least two weeks since I’d had sex, probably closer to three. Though, that was with some random guy in the bathroom of a club and it was great for him and mediocre at best for me. Plus, again, I had to take charge and direct everything. Why do so many guys know absolutely shit about the female orgasm?

He grabbed my hands and stopped me. I looked at him as he pushed me off of his lap. He got up and walked out of my office. He hadn’t looked upset. He didn’t look angry or anything. He’d been smirking.

I felt like an idiot and climbed under my desk, ready to die from embarrassment for making such a bold move. A few minutes later I heard the door to my office open and close again.

“Laney?” I heard him say as he walked around my office. He came around my desk and I could see his lower legs and feet, “Laney? Where’d you go?”

I held my breath and he bent down to look at my hiding place, “You’re under your desk,” he said.

I nodded.

He held his hand out to me, “Would you like to play a game with me, Laney?”

I took his hand and he pulled me from my hiding place, “What game?” I asked.

He held up a couple of ties, I’m assuming he keeps spares in his office, but one was the tie he’d been wearing today. “Relinquishing complete control,” he said.

I was a bit apprehensive, “You’re married…” I said.

He sighed, “I am, my wife and I haven’t…It’s been nearly a year since she’s even let me touch her, let alone her touching me. You’re exhausted from being in control all the time right?”

I nodded.

“And I want to feel more in control. It’s a blackout, no one knows we’re both here. No one ever has to know. Maybe we can help each other out, you give me control while the power’s out and then we go back to normal once we’re not locked in anymore.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

He smiled and stood behind me, “Just say Joe if you want me to stop. Otherwise, follow my lead, Laney.”

He looped his tie over my eyes, a makeshift blindfold, he tied it off behind my head. He kissed my neck and ran his hands down my sides. His hands were cool as they lifted my shirt up, exposing my stomach. I grabbed his hands as he lifted it higher. His lips closed on the side of my neck and he bit me fairly hard, causing me to let go of his hands.

He pulled my shirt up and over my head and tossed it aside. His hands groped my bare breasts and his lips kissed and sucked on my neck and shoulder as he stood behind me. I got nervous and put my hands on his again when they slid back perabet down my body to my jeans. He twisted his hands and got his palms around my wrists and pulled them behind my back rather roughly. I cringed and yelped just slightly as he started binding my wrists with another one of his ties.

He walked around in front of me and his hands unfastened my jeans and pried them down my hips, kissing my skin as he exposed it. Soon I was standing in front of him in just a pair of white lace panties. He walked over to me and backed me up against my desk. His hand was on the back of my neck, rubbing it as he kissed my lips.

His fingers rubbed over my panties and his lips trailed their way over to my ear. His voice was quiet and his breath was warm, “Remember, say Joe if you want me to stop.”

He pushed me down to my knees, the head of his cock pressed between my lips and he tightly gripped my hair at the back of my head, his other hand gripped my jaw. I did not give him a blowjob so much as he fucked my mouth and gagged me until he got the head of his cock down my throat. Every minute or two he would let up and give me a chance to catch my breath, maybe waiting to see if I would say the word he gave me. I didn’t.

His cock seemed to swell even larger in my mouth and thick lines of spit coated him as he pulled me back up to my feet. He kissed me again then turned me around and pushed me down on my desk. He pulled my panties down my thighs and off of one leg, leaving them around the ankle of my the other. He grabbed my thighs and pushed them open, I could hear him stroking his cock as his lips and tongue descended on my pussy. This wasn’t about my pleasure right at this moment though. He just wanted to taste me and make sure I was already wet for him, and I very much was.

He bent over me and I felt his dick pushing against my pussy, even with the spit on his cock and my own moisture he was having a hard time getting the thickness of him into me. I lifted my hips, standing nearly on my tiptoes to get my ass up a little higher and he found it much easier to push his dick into me. I cried out and he wrapped his hand around my mouth to keep me quiet.

He had one hand on my neck and the other clamped tightly over my mouth as he pulled me back up against him. His cock hit me with such force that edge of my desk was painfully digging into my hips. I was nearly crying between the slightest screams with each thrust. He was moaning and grunting against my ear, kissing the back of my jaw.

His hand left my throat and glided down my body. He groped and squeezed my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples in turn between his thumb and forefinger as his thrusts slowed down. My muffled moans and yelps seemed to excite him, but when he felt the wetness of the tears rolling down my cheeks connect with his hand it ignited something in him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked. There was no hint of worry in his voice, it was just interest, just a need to know.

I nodded as he grabbed me and forced my back into an arch and resumed his rough thrusts.

“Do you want to say the word?” he asked.

I shook my head and he groaned, “Good girl.”

Without pulling his cock from me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and picked me up, carrying me over to the giant window behind my desk. He pushed me up against it, my head turned to the side and I shivered as the cold from the glass coursed through my body. The lightning flashed and I half watched the storm as he resumed the hard fuck he was giving me.

It hurt, but he was also very quickly and very forcefully banging against the front wall of my vagina, hitting that sensitive spot that would trigger an amazing climax for me. He denied me that pleasure though. Instead, when he came closer to cumming he pulled out of me and pushed the head of his cock against my asshole and blew his load there.

He rubbed the head of his cock against me, he was still raging. I wondered how long it has actually been since he’d fucked his wife. Without much warning he twisted my upper body to kiss me then pushed his cock quickly into my ass. I clenched my bound fists and cried. When he pulled free of the kiss I was panting and I was trembling in his grip.

He got his dick all the way into my ass in just a few rather painful but not nearly as rough thrusts and grabbed my right thigh, lifting my leg up and to the side as he fucked me. He was laughing slightly as the lightning flashed, “Could you imagine if my wife was in the park down there and could see my dick in your ass? I’m betting she already thinks I’ve fucked you. It wasn’t long after you came to work here that she started becoming frigid towards me. She never let me have control though. It was always on her terms. I’m going to cum in your ass then go to the bathroom and clean up. I want you to do the same then come right back in here.”

He was pumping himself in slower deeper strokes as I winced and cried, “When you come back in here with your pussy and ass all nice and clean, you’re going to sit on your desk, and I’m going to sit on your chair. You’re going to play with your clit and hold your pussy open for me so I can eat you out and finger your cunt until you’re positively dripping, but you are not to cum. If you cum from it, I will fuck your mouth and ass again and we have to start all over and I’ll have to punish you, understand?”

I nodded and groaned as thrust into me again. “Say ‘Yes, sir, I understand. I won’t cum without permission.”

I winced, “Yes…ugh, sir. I understand,” my voice trembled as his thrusts became quicker, “I-I won’t…ugh…cum with-without…ohhh…permission…” My body trembled as his hand suddenly started playing with my clit.

“Do you want to cum Laney?” he asked.

I nodded and he pounded my ass harder as his fingers expertly flicked across my clit.

I was just at the cusp of my orgasm and he brought his fingers up to my mouth, pushing them past my lips and over my tongue. I whined loudly and he fucked me faster, “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum until you beg me to stop tonight. If you’re not a good girl, I’m going to rent a hotel room and then I’m going to invite the entire office over to fuck my disobedient little whore.”

I was in tears, trying to take my mind elsewhere, trying to think of the most unappealing thing I could come up with, but I was still teetering on the edge of orgasm. His hand trailed down to the front of my neck and he wrapped his fingers around my throat easily. His breath was hot on the side of my neck, his grip on my thigh tightened and his hand tightened slightly more on my throat. I couldn’t really breathe.

He thrust into me with a loud grunt and I felt the pressure of his cum in my ass, the throbbing and twitching of his cock didn’t really let up. He chuckled slightly and his hand loosened on my neck, rubbing gently instead of choking me. I gasped and coughed and he kissed my cheek as he panted slightly. He rubbed my thigh and pulled himself free of my ass.

He took a few minutes, rubbed my arms after he untied them, kissed my forehead as he removed the blindfold, then went into the men’s bathroom. I went into the women’s. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were red, there were salty streaks down my cheeks and a red lines ran across each of my wrists where I’d been bound. I turned and stood on my tiptoes, looking at the streaks of cum on my ass. I took my time and cleaned myself up thoroughly.

He came into the bathroom as I was washing myself in the sink. I was startled and started to make him leave, but he grabbed my wrist and smiled, “I have to make sure you don’t cum on your own. Admittedly, I’d be incredibly jealous watching them fuck you, especially Joe.”

“You said it ends once the power outage ends,” I responded.

He pouted slightly and ran his hands over my breasts and hips as he kissed the side of my neck, “Do you want it to end with the power outage?” I shook my head and his hands continued down to my thighs, “Would you like me to find reasons to stay late with you from time to time to take some of the stress of being in control all the time off of your shoulders?”

I nodded and looked him in the eye through the reflection in the mirror. He smiled and nodded his head towards the bathroom door, “Come on, I think, instead of your office, I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours on my desk. You finish up here, you have two minutes, then come see me in my office.”

I did as I was told and finished cleaning up. I was throbbing from being so close to enjoyment but not allowed to reach that height. I walked into his office and he held up perabet giriş the high heels I’d worn to work that day, “Put these on,” he said.

They were deep red with a fairly high heel and an ankle strap. I slipped them on and he bent down to fasten the straps tightly around my ankle, he probably went a notch or so tighter than I normally fasten them. He took my hand and led me over to his desk, which he’d cleared of everything. I sat back on the edge and he lifted my high heeled feet up onto the edge of the desk, causing me to go into more of a squatting than sitting position, “Hold your cunt open for me and don’t sit down.”

I pulled the puffy lips of my pussy apart and he knelt down in front of me. He took out his phone and snapped a few photos of me spread open. He took photos of me squatting over his desk, making sure to only take them from the neck down. Then he put the phone next to me and dipped his tongue into me.

I moaned as his tongue twisted and turned around my already excited flesh. I wanted so badly to play with my clit and get off, and I think he knew it as he licked my fingers then sucked on my clit. He pushed his middle and ring finger into me and curled it upwards, rubbing and tapping against the forward wall of my vagina. I moaned louder and moved my hips towards him.

He arched his eyebrow and pulled his lips from me, “Are you going to cum without permission?” he asked as his fingers moved against that area quicker and harder inside of me.

I shook my head, “N-No, sir,” I whined as I pushed my hips towards him again.

He flicked his tongue lightly back and forth over my clit as he fingered me, “I think you’re going to cum without permission…”

I shook my head again, even as I felt the tightness building in my stomach and thighs. I bit my lip hard, nearly drawing blood as his fingers banged against my g-spot and his tongue teased the tip of my clit. I closed my eyes and fought hard to hold back. I felt him stand, his lips trailed over my stomach, over my breasts. His fingers kept a fast and steady pace inside of me. His teeth grasped my neck and his other hand teased my clit in fast, slippery little touches. My breath was catching and my breathing quickened.

“Open your eyes, Laney,” he said.

I whined, but my eyes opened. I was biting my lip and he leaned in to me and used his tongue to free my lower lip from my teeth. He kissed me and his finger stopped stimulating my vaginal wall, but it was only for a second as he pulled out of the kiss just long enough, “Cum for me, Laney,” he said as his cock pushed into my pussy.

I let go of my pussy lips and trembled in his grip as he pumped himself into me. I was crying and clinging to him as he pulled my feet off of his desk and hit my butt against the edge of his desk. My legs wrapped around his waist and I stopped holding back. His lips locked on mine and he moaned as he felt me tightening and loosening around his cock.

When he ended the kiss I leaned back, arching and moaning as his lips trailed down my neck. My fingernails dug into his back and he winced as his thrusting lifted me from his desk just slightly. With my clit swollen and rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust, he let his hands explore me, one gripped my hip to keep his thrusts deep and controlled, the other tangled in my hair and pulled it roughly back.

I cried out and he fucked me hard, “That’s it baby, just fucking take it.”

My throat felt hoarse as I cried out and whined and he pulled my hair harder and fucked me against his desk hard enough to move it a few inches. He was grunting and groaning, his cock slick with my juices felt absolutely amazing as its slight upwards curve kept that g-spot stimulation going as my clit rubbed against his pelvis.

I rocked my hips to match his thrusts and he blew deep inside of me before he even realized how close he’d gotten. He panicked, “Shit, shit. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He dropped me on his desk and practically recoiled from me. I kept myself spread open and started playing with his cum inside of me, causing both of our fluids to drip onto his desk. I pouted, “You said you’d make me cum until I begged you to stop if I held out…”

“You aren’t mad?” he asked as he came back towards me.

I shook my head, “Why would I be mad?”

He paused and looked down at my open legs, “I..” he motioned towards me.

I nodded, “You came in my pussy. Would you do it again, please, sir?” I asked as I writhed on his desk.

He came back over to me and I took his cock in my hand, stroking the cum covered shaft towards my waiting pussy. I sat up and turned over, kneeling on his desk and taking his cock between my lips. I rubbed my tongue over his shaft and cleaned the mix of sticky and slippery fluids from his skin. He moaned and I looked up at him.

His hands stroked my hair and I smiled as best as I could with my lips resting at the base of him. He looked down at me and his eyes seemed almost filled with remorse. I worried he was going to regret this. I worried I was going to regret this.

I pulled my lips from him once he was hard again and pulled his chair over, guiding him to sit in it as I pulled it back towards his desk. I set up his phone to record then climbed on his lap, with my back to his chest. I rode his cock and twisted slightly to look at him, “This is what you wanted me to do, right sir?”

He nodded and put his finger under my chin, guiding me back to kiss him. The anger and frustration that had been built up in him at the start of this encounter seemed completely gone. His kiss was gentle, exploratory. He was being curious. He’d already fucked me thoroughly, he’d been extremely rough with me, and now…now he wasn’t punishing me for his wife’s lack of affection. Now he was accepting my affection.

He groped my body as I rode his cock, every time I tried to speed up, he’d grab my hip and slow me down. The feeling of my pussy wrapped around his cock as he pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts, then played with my clit until I squirmed on his lap. His cock had the perfect curve to stimulate me from the inside as well. He kissed my shoulder and turned my upper body so he could kiss me deeply as I came on his cock again.

It seemed like he needed to know I was really okay with things and wasn’t just trying to appease me for him to get back into control of things. Once my cunt stopped convulsing on his cock, he picked me up, “Turn off the camera now,” he said.

I leaned forward to grab it and turn it off and he pinned me to the desk on my stomach. He pushed my legs together and everything instantly got tighter and fuller as he pumped his cock in my pussy, “Are you on birth control?” he asked as he pounded me against his desk.

“No,” I said.

His hand grabbed my hip and pulled me down from the desk slightly so he could get his hand on my clit again. He pinched it just a little, and rubbed it. “Are you fucking anyone else?” he asked.


He pumped himself into me a little rougher as his fingers moved around my clit, getting me squirmy in spite of the soreness that was developing, “Can you get pregnant safely?”

I nodded as I moaned, “Yes, sir.”

He stopped pumping and I could feel his cock twitching against me as his fingers teased my clit until I was moving my hips back onto his cock as I moaned, he waited until I was whimpering before he said anything else, “Then,” he started thrusting into me again, “you’re not going to spread your legs for anyone but me,” his thrusts began to lift me off the floor as I yelped and his fingers started slicking back and forth over my clit faster and harder, “unless I give you permission, understand?”

I nodded and he thrust into me again, cumming hard inside of me as my pussy contracted around him in my own orgasm. I was throbbing, my hips hurt from banging against the edge of his desk and my pussy had a steady drip of cum dribbling out of it.

He slapped my ass before he pulled me up off of his desk, I looked at him as he took my nipples between his lips and sucked on them, “Is this a relationship now?” I asked.

He shook his head and slowly pulled his lips from me before speaking, “I’m a married man for at least a few more months. After that we’ll see where it goes.”

I sighed as he lowered his hand to my clit again, “Bill,” I said as I pulled myself away from him, “I stay late in the office on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. The other days you will have to figure something out for us, just give me a time and a place. If I want it to end, I’ll tell you. Once I’m pregnant, I make no promises of fidelity or monogamy, understand?”

He smiled at me and nodded.

I headed towards his door before I continued, “And be careful of what you promise me for misbehaving. I chose you this time, next time I may choose your threat, pregnant or not,” then went down the hall to my office.

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