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An Awkward Office Affair (Pt.2) - Her Story...A Me free porn video
As I look over once more at the picture of his doting wife, I feel no malice towards her. She’s a pretty little thing, indeed I even feel tinge of guilt as I’m clean myself up. What I’ve just done is nothing personal against her, she’s been pleasant enough to me whenever we’ve spoken on the phone.
Any feelings of guilt I might have though are overpowered by the thrilling sensation of using another woman’s man. Having a married cock plunging deep inside you, his ringed hand pawing and grappling at your breasts, his hot air breathing in your ear…Risking his marriage, his family, everything, purely for his carnal lust for you; its simply intoxicating!
If you’ve never tried it, you should!
__________________________
I look at myself in the mirror and decide to undo a third button on my white, tight-fitting blouse. The new push up bra I’m wearing certainly makes the most of my breasts and even if I so myself, the cleavage on display is impressive! Resist that, you bastard! My body might not be quite what it used to be, but I still get many admiring glances from men, and I know for a fact my blow job skills are much improved from my younger days…
As I drive to work I reflect on what has been a tough week and Thank God it’s Friday. On Monday I was hauled up in front of HR, who surprise, surprise came down on the side of management. No consideration taken for my plight as a newly-single mother, with two k**s to get ready for school every day. I’d like to see them go through my morning routine and still make it through the rush hour traffic across town and be in before 9!
Nevertheless, my protests fell on deaf ears. After my warning, I managed to rope my parents in to help with the k**s, and consequently I’ve been in on time the rest of this week.
And so to today, and happily it passes by fairly uneventfully, though there is still an edgy tension in the air between my boss, John, and I.
As we get to 4pm, the bulk of the day’s work is done, so I offer an olive branch and make us both a cuppa. Before I do so, I nip to the ladies and check myself out once more. I adjust my bra a little to force my boobs up more and tuck the white blouse tight into my black skirt for emphasis. I tie my blonde hair up into a bunch and keep it all in place with a hair-grip. The final touch is another application of my bright red lippy. Not bad, even if I so myself!
Returning to John, I hand him a drink and sit on top of his desk, right opposite him, my feet on the spare chair, next to the one in which he is sat. My skirt is tight and short, and I quickly see him check out the tops of my stocking clad legs. Dirty bastard! I’d heard gossip from people in the industry that John had a fling while on a business trip to the Far East once upon a time and that he’d also had a thing for a former secretary, so figured he might be open to something here too.
I open the conversation with an apology and offer to wipe the slate clean, as I cup my hot mug of coffee with both hands. As we begin to talk civilly for the first time since the early days of our working relationship, I’m watching his eyes intently. Several times when he thinks I’m not looking I see him ogle my legs again, and if he’s not looking up there, his eyes are having difficulty staying with mine as we chat, regularly averting to my deep cleavage when he thinks I’m not looking. As we chat, I lean forwards...may as well give him more of an eyeful!
Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problems, and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.
“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my tears, “We can work this out.”
This is it! I think to myself. It’s now or never! and with a little skip of my heart, I make my move.
“Do you really think so John?” I reply, fixing him with my most smouldering look, inches from his own eyes, as I bring my hands up to gently massage his forearms…
For a moment I wonder whether he’s reading my signals, so I bring my arms up around his neck and tilting my head and closing my eyes, gently place my lips on his, before pulling away again to gauge his reaction.
I needn’t have worried, as moments later his tongue is greedily exploring my mouth, his hands roving over my body like a randy teenager.
I waste no time in encouraging him, and quickly move my right hand down from his chest, over his belt buckle and between his legs. As I press my open palm against his groin, I giggle quietly as I feel his cock swelling rapidly to my touch.
As we continue to kiss ever more passionately, I rub his cock gently with my flat open palm, my fingers tracing its length, impressed by what feels like a nice thick girth. I feel my own juices start to flow as my anticipation rises…
Breaking from the kiss, I turn my back to him and slowly gyrate my arse against his manhood, revelling in the sensation. His hands come around my body, at first just underneath my breasts, before slowly and gently cupping them. Becoming increasingly amorous now, he quickly takes two handfuls and squeezes my breasts together, all the while nibbling at my ear lobe and muttering about me being a ‘sexy little whore’, causing a tiny ecstatic shudder through my body.
Continuing to grind myself against him, I realise I need that cock inside me now. Moving forwards, I place my hands on his desk, part my legs and stick my arse out for him.
“Take me from behind!” I demand and ready myself for that delightful feeling of a new cock entering my pussy for the first time. I’m not disappointed as I feel John thrust his manhood inside me. It doesn’t feel particularly long, but By God it is deliciously fat! My pussy walls grip him tightly, as he begins to work his prick inside of me.
As the desk starts to shudder and groan under our exertions, I flatten myself out on the mahogany surface to take in as much of his cock as possible. Rather than be a chore, or a means to an end, I might even enjoy this!
Added to that is the fact that this is a man I’d previously loathed, and I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual. Akin to make-up sex, fucking somone you’ve previously felt nothing but hatred for, is indeed a heady mix.
That feeling is heightened, when my eyes are drawn to the shaking photo of a woman on John’s desk. You wouldn’t be smiling if you could see where your husband’s cock is right now! I smirk to myself. I know it’s a bitchy thought, but she’s a vital chess piece in all of this. Without her, I’m not sure any of this would work…
As I continue to focus on her, the feeling of her man’s fat cock driving deep into my pussy, his hips slapping into my ass cheeks, is highly arousing and before I know it I’m moaning away to myself, completely lost in the moment….
My groans obviously stimulate John too, as I feel his thrusts take on renewed vigour, at the same time he grabs great fistfuls of my hair, which is now free of the hair clip and tumbling down my back.
"That's it! Pull my fuckin’ hair ya bastard ! Pull my fuckin hair and Fuck me, John !” I’m crying at him...I’ve always loved sex on the rougher side, so this is an unexpected turn up for the books, as I feel the early stages of an orgasm rise through my body.
John now has me fully upright and is whispering more dirty comments in my ear, and I can feel the hot blast of air from his nostrils, as he pants away to his exertions. I’m responding with dirty talk too, reminding him what a cheating bastard he is, and how he has a wife at home but he can’t stop fucking me, and how much I want to feel his thick, hot cum shooting up my cunt.
He still has a thick grip of my hair with one hand, but his other hand has travelled down to my left breast and is roughly fondling me through my blouse, squeezing my soft flesh. I place a hand over his, and quickly our fingers interlock, as I continue to encourage him to use me as his whore.
Moments later his other hand moves down to my clit, and expertly begins to excite me through my now soaking panties. I grab this hand too and show him exactly how I like it and fixing on his wife once more, feel my orgasm finally erupt inside me.
“Fuckin hell!” I exclaim, as my body shudders and I throw my head back against John’s broad left shoulder to enjoy the rush.
I want his cum now, but ideally want it in my mouth. There’s something more personal, more intimate even, about looking into a man’s eyes, as he unloads into your mouth. Kneeling down in front of him I open my mouth to take him. I love this position normally, but in these circumstances, with this bastard, its even more arousing than normal!
Here he is, with so much at stake; his job, his wife, his family, yet unable to resist putting himself in the most vulnerable of positions, his married cock in my mouth, about to express his desire for me, my face, my body, in the most expressive, basic and unquestionable way a man can.
As he looks down at me, lust coursing through his eyes, he brushes my hair away from my mouth, surprising me with a rare moment of tenderness. But I don’t want that now. I just want his cock and his cum. Moving my hands round his waist, I grab his clenched buttocks and pull him towards me, to take in as much of that fat cock as I can, almost choking as his engorged bell-end probes the back of my mouth and threatens my throat.
I can see by the look in his eyes that he is close, and it doesn’t take much work with my mouth, tongue and teeth before John lets out a loud gasp and I feel the first hot jet of spunk hit the back of my throat with devastating force. I choke and gag with surprise, but swallow nevertheless.
I’m not really a great fan of swallowing someone’s cock, but do so if the occasion merits it! I know for sure though that men do appreciate it ! It’s a funny thing, I guess they feel more power? How wrong could you be! As I take the last of Johns hot salty cum down my throat, I hear him gasp and know that this one act will bring me untold rewards in future weeks and months.
I make my excuses to go and clean myself up and smile to myself as I stride down the corridor to The Ladies. The threat to his marriage, should his wife ever find out about us, will be more than enough leverage to ensure I can arrive at work whenever the fuck I want now! Besides which, the sex was actually pretty bloody good and I realise I’m already looking forward to the sensation of that fat, married cock deep inside me again soon…
Any feelings of guilt I might have though are overpowered by the thrilling sensation of using another woman’s man. Having a married cock plunging deep inside you, his ringed hand pawing and grappling at your breasts, his hot air breathing in your ear…Risking his marriage, his family, everything, purely for his carnal lust for you; its simply intoxicating!
If you’ve never tried it, you should!
__________________________
I look at myself in the mirror and decide to undo a third button on my white, tight-fitting blouse. The new push up bra I’m wearing certainly makes the most of my breasts and even if I so myself, the cleavage on display is impressive! Resist that, you bastard! My body might not be quite what it used to be, but I still get many admiring glances from men, and I know for a fact my blow job skills are much improved from my younger days…
As I drive to work I reflect on what has been a tough week and Thank God it’s Friday. On Monday I was hauled up in front of HR, who surprise, surprise came down on the side of management. No consideration taken for my plight as a newly-single mother, with two k**s to get ready for school every day. I’d like to see them go through my morning routine and still make it through the rush hour traffic across town and be in before 9!
Nevertheless, my protests fell on deaf ears. After my warning, I managed to rope my parents in to help with the k**s, and consequently I’ve been in on time the rest of this week.
And so to today, and happily it passes by fairly uneventfully, though there is still an edgy tension in the air between my boss, John, and I.
As we get to 4pm, the bulk of the day’s work is done, so I offer an olive branch and make us both a cuppa. Before I do so, I nip to the ladies and check myself out once more. I adjust my bra a little to force my boobs up more and tuck the white blouse tight into my black skirt for emphasis. I tie my blonde hair up into a bunch and keep it all in place with a hair-grip. The final touch is another application of my bright red lippy. Not bad, even if I so myself!
Returning to John, I hand him a drink and sit on top of his desk, right opposite him, my feet on the spare chair, next to the one in which he is sat. My skirt is tight and short, and I quickly see him check out the tops of my stocking clad legs. Dirty bastard! I’d heard gossip from people in the industry that John had a fling while on a business trip to the Far East once upon a time and that he’d also had a thing for a former secretary, so figured he might be open to something here too.
I open the conversation with an apology and offer to wipe the slate clean, as I cup my hot mug of coffee with both hands. As we begin to talk civilly for the first time since the early days of our working relationship, I’m watching his eyes intently. Several times when he thinks I’m not looking I see him ogle my legs again, and if he’s not looking up there, his eyes are having difficulty staying with mine as we chat, regularly averting to my deep cleavage when he thinks I’m not looking. As we chat, I lean forwards...may as well give him more of an eyeful!
Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problems, and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.
“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my tears, “We can work this out.”
This is it! I think to myself. It’s now or never! and with a little skip of my heart, I make my move.
“Do you really think so John?” I reply, fixing him with my most smouldering look, inches from his own eyes, as I bring my hands up to gently massage his forearms…
For a moment I wonder whether he’s reading my signals, so I bring my arms up around his neck and tilting my head and closing my eyes, gently place my lips on his, before pulling away again to gauge his reaction.
I needn’t have worried, as moments later his tongue is greedily exploring my mouth, his hands roving over my body like a randy teenager.
I waste no time in encouraging him, and quickly move my right hand down from his chest, over his belt buckle and between his legs. As I press my open palm against his groin, I giggle quietly as I feel his cock swelling rapidly to my touch.
As we continue to kiss ever more passionately, I rub his cock gently with my flat open palm, my fingers tracing its length, impressed by what feels like a nice thick girth. I feel my own juices start to flow as my anticipation rises…
Breaking from the kiss, I turn my back to him and slowly gyrate my arse against his manhood, revelling in the sensation. His hands come around my body, at first just underneath my breasts, before slowly and gently cupping them. Becoming increasingly amorous now, he quickly takes two handfuls and squeezes my breasts together, all the while nibbling at my ear lobe and muttering about me being a ‘sexy little whore’, causing a tiny ecstatic shudder through my body.
Continuing to grind myself against him, I realise I need that cock inside me now. Moving forwards, I place my hands on his desk, part my legs and stick my arse out for him.
“Take me from behind!” I demand and ready myself for that delightful feeling of a new cock entering my pussy for the first time. I’m not disappointed as I feel John thrust his manhood inside me. It doesn’t feel particularly long, but By God it is deliciously fat! My pussy walls grip him tightly, as he begins to work his prick inside of me.
As the desk starts to shudder and groan under our exertions, I flatten myself out on the mahogany surface to take in as much of his cock as possible. Rather than be a chore, or a means to an end, I might even enjoy this!
Added to that is the fact that this is a man I’d previously loathed, and I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual. Akin to make-up sex, fucking somone you’ve previously felt nothing but hatred for, is indeed a heady mix.
That feeling is heightened, when my eyes are drawn to the shaking photo of a woman on John’s desk. You wouldn’t be smiling if you could see where your husband’s cock is right now! I smirk to myself. I know it’s a bitchy thought, but she’s a vital chess piece in all of this. Without her, I’m not sure any of this would work…
As I continue to focus on her, the feeling of her man’s fat cock driving deep into my pussy, his hips slapping into my ass cheeks, is highly arousing and before I know it I’m moaning away to myself, completely lost in the moment….
My groans obviously stimulate John too, as I feel his thrusts take on renewed vigour, at the same time he grabs great fistfuls of my hair, which is now free of the hair clip and tumbling down my back.
"That's it! Pull my fuckin’ hair ya bastard ! Pull my fuckin hair and Fuck me, John !” I’m crying at him...I’ve always loved sex on the rougher side, so this is an unexpected turn up for the books, as I feel the early stages of an orgasm rise through my body.
John now has me fully upright and is whispering more dirty comments in my ear, and I can feel the hot blast of air from his nostrils, as he pants away to his exertions. I’m responding with dirty talk too, reminding him what a cheating bastard he is, and how he has a wife at home but he can’t stop fucking me, and how much I want to feel his thick, hot cum shooting up my cunt.
He still has a thick grip of my hair with one hand, but his other hand has travelled down to my left breast and is roughly fondling me through my blouse, squeezing my soft flesh. I place a hand over his, and quickly our fingers interlock, as I continue to encourage him to use me as his whore.
Moments later his other hand moves down to my clit, and expertly begins to excite me through my now soaking panties. I grab this hand too and show him exactly how I like it and fixing on his wife once more, feel my orgasm finally erupt inside me.
“Fuckin hell!” I exclaim, as my body shudders and I throw my head back against John’s broad left shoulder to enjoy the rush.
I want his cum now, but ideally want it in my mouth. There’s something more personal, more intimate even, about looking into a man’s eyes, as he unloads into your mouth. Kneeling down in front of him I open my mouth to take him. I love this position normally, but in these circumstances, with this bastard, its even more arousing than normal!
Here he is, with so much at stake; his job, his wife, his family, yet unable to resist putting himself in the most vulnerable of positions, his married cock in my mouth, about to express his desire for me, my face, my body, in the most expressive, basic and unquestionable way a man can.
As he looks down at me, lust coursing through his eyes, he brushes my hair away from my mouth, surprising me with a rare moment of tenderness. But I don’t want that now. I just want his cock and his cum. Moving my hands round his waist, I grab his clenched buttocks and pull him towards me, to take in as much of that fat cock as I can, almost choking as his engorged bell-end probes the back of my mouth and threatens my throat.
I can see by the look in his eyes that he is close, and it doesn’t take much work with my mouth, tongue and teeth before John lets out a loud gasp and I feel the first hot jet of spunk hit the back of my throat with devastating force. I choke and gag with surprise, but swallow nevertheless.
I’m not really a great fan of swallowing someone’s cock, but do so if the occasion merits it! I know for sure though that men do appreciate it ! It’s a funny thing, I guess they feel more power? How wrong could you be! As I take the last of Johns hot salty cum down my throat, I hear him gasp and know that this one act will bring me untold rewards in future weeks and months.
I make my excuses to go and clean myself up and smile to myself as I stride down the corridor to The Ladies. The threat to his marriage, should his wife ever find out about us, will be more than enough leverage to ensure I can arrive at work whenever the fuck I want now! Besides which, the sex was actually pretty bloody good and I realise I’m already looking forward to the sensation of that fat, married cock deep inside me again soon…
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