Office Temptations, Adulterous Implications

I almost never orgasmed more than once, especially not from just intercourse. But as I could see the grimace on his face, feel the swollen member twitch, I knew he was on the verge - well it was just too exciting. And his final pounding in made me cum once more. Not as powerful as the first one, more like an aftershock, but still amazing.

Then he came in me. Deep inside me.

I had never felt it like that - I mean, the cascade, the actual fluid being felt inside, and as he pulled out it was like my pussy had a life on her own, wanting to keep on, hold on, don't go.. please..

I looked down at myself, my pale, white skin now turned a pink hue, my chest heaving, and his black form still above me.. It was beautful.

Does one say "thankyou"?

I did.

"Oh god.. Simon.. that was.. jesus christ.. thanks.."

"But this time, lose the panties.."

I wondered if he would take my bra off next time. Why hadn't he? It was a trivial detail that I didn't seem to be able to shake. Didn't he like breasts? Was he just teasing?

I watched as he left me in his office. I hadn't seen him arrogant and almost dismissive like this before, as if.. as if I was just another plaything. It should have made me unbelievably angry. It didn't. I mean, he had given me the fucking of a lifetime and not only that - he wanted me again. Apparently. I couldn't complain. Could I?

I got up off his desk, and put my clothes back on. I was about to turn round and try to make some of order of the chaos we had left, but before I had the chance there was a knock on the door and it opened. I swung round and saw the two women enter. Esme had worked at our office for ages - and I knew just as well as she did that I was the last person on earth that should be, or would be, found in Simon's office so obviously newly fucked.

"Hi... Esme.. oh sorry, I was just leaving.. I'll.."
I hurriedly picked up my handbag and headed their way. Esme's eyes were a mixture of shock and dissappointment. But she said nothing. She never did. And I could feel I was bright red in the face. There was nothing to say but just hurry out.

Sleep that night was impossible. Maybe I should have been lying awake thinking about being caught by the cleaning lady, maybe I should be overcome by guilt and shame after my debut as a cheater and adulterer, pregnant to boot. My husband and father of the child right there next to me, asleep. But no. Well, yeah, all that was there too, but..

All I could think about was the gigantic black cock that had completely owned me. And I wanted it again. So badly.

Seeing Simon the next day was a bit of shock. He seemed to ignore me, but I didn't mind that so much really. I could still feel him in me, where he had been, his taste and smell, his physicality - and that was almost too much to take right now. I had to focus on work, had to focus on my life. It almost irritated me, the thought of him.

That I felt the need to call my husband for no particular reason after seeing Simon in the hallway was just psychological compensation. And later that day, when standing in the bathroom looking at my reflection, I saw something in me. A change. It freaked me out and I started to choke, but got a hold of myself. Instead, I removed my blouse and my bra and felt my breasts and my bloated ball-shaped stomach. I pinched my nipples, and kept at it until they were big and swollen.. God..

I got dressed again and carried on with my work-day.

The following night I slept, but my dreams were filled with black men. Simon yes, but many others. Doing unspeakable things to me, and when I woke up at 4am I was wet and horny. I woke my husband up, who dazed and confused but soon with a hard-on pressed himself against me. I didn't want him in me - I actually thought in that moment that I would never want his little white dick in me ever again - but I wanted his fingers on my clit. And he made me cum, fast. And all the while I was still in the dream..

The large figure of Simon at my desk, leaning in. Just that was enough to make my body react. And jesus christ, I swore at myself for being so easy. It was like my nipples stood to attention as he entered. It was no point trying to will them down. And they just kept growing, it was absurd!

And then Simon spoke.

I stood there, as he waited for an answer. I could try to get out of it, try to say something else, change the subject.. But it was no point.

"I.. oh.. god, Simon.. Yes. Ok. I want you to fuck me like a whore.."

I could hear my own voice as if recorded, a frail, submissive tone that I didn't recognise as my own. But it was. It was very much my own, and I was being honest. It's what I wanted, more than anything. And as he pointed out, we both knew it.

It felt for a moment like I had lost the ability to breathe, as his hands moved over me. Those big, strong black hands on my breasts that had been begging for his touch while he was still on the other side of the desk, and when he firmly held my throat and I could feel him so huge and hard and muscular right up my back and my ass.. Oh my.. Yes. Yes.

I closed my eyes and let the feeling just whisk me away. I could actually hear my heart beat in a moment of silence. And then he spoke.

Telling me he needed me. Wanted me. And asking if I understood that I had to make myself available.

‘Yes.. yes I understand..’

In that moment I was ready and prepared to do and risk anything for this big black bull of a man. And I actually felt thankful and blessed that such a fantastic man would want me - a pink-white pregnant lady in her thirties. He could probably have whoever he wanted. But now he wanted me.

Yes. I was ready.

”But…”

I started to object, but he didn’t even have to say anything to make me pick up the phone, I knew I must do it, wanted to do it. So bad of me. Don’t you think?

So here I was, bent over my desk, my elbows on the surface with the phone in my left hand, my skirt pulled up round my waist and his hands round my hips, his bulge hard and pressed against me – and..

“Hi honey.. its me.. you alright..? Mm.. ok.. yes.. look, have you got a minute..? I need to talk to you about something.. Wait.. oh..”

At that point, Simon pushed himself against me, so his bulge pressed harder against my pussy. I looked at the photo of my husband. Fuck…

“Sorry.. you still there? Yes.. well, I was thinking I could wait until tonight but then.. I thought I might as well tell you now on the phone.. yes.. no no, nothing bad. It’s not that.. Look.. baby, its work – I’ve been asked to take on a really big project.. yes.. oh.. sorry, no nothing..”

Simon was caressing me, and I could hear my breathing intensify, it took an effort to keep control.. It was crazy.. but fuck it excited me too.

“Yes so.. no I’m fine.. Well the thing is its fantastic that I’ve been given this.. eh.. opportunity and I don’t want to miss it, you know.. yeah.. mhmm.. more hours, yes much more, and probably I won’t be able to plan ahead, my boss is going to need me to be available to him.. yes.. well we can talk more later.. oh.. please, honey I have to go now. Yes.. talk to you later, tonight? Oh.. FUCK!!

Simon pressed two fingers against my clitoris, without forewarning. It was impossible to hold back.

“Shit, sorry.. I hit my toe against.. yes.. no I’m fine.. no I’m not sure when I’ll be home, might be late.. look I really have to go now.. love you… yes bye..”

I hung up, letting go of the phone, and moaned loudly, pushing my ass hard against Simon.

“You asshole, fuck you..” I moaned.

Everything happened so fast. Just moments after hanging up on my husband who would be waiting at home for his pregnant wife to come home from work and maybe he would rub her feet and kiss her softly and ask her how day had been - I had my own panties stuffed in my mouth and a rock hard black cock ready to fuck me hard over my desk.

The humiliation of being gagged like this was terrible. The strong feminist career woman who saw her male colleagues as equals and who had also seen Simon as an agreeable modern guy, well here I was with my underwear in my mouth, ready to get used. Yes I was humiliated and yes I was feeling used and even abused but I didn’t care. Quite the opposite, I wanted it. Maybe ‘needed it’ was a better description. I needed to be used and humiliated by this big bear of a man, an alpha male, a huge fucking Cock. I realized I wanted to be punished for being such a filthy slut, such a naughty cheating whore. I heard the words in my own my mind and I wanted to be them. So bad.

As his cock started to open me up, it triggered a response in me even stronger than the time before. Now I knew I could take it, now I knew I could be fucked by this monsterous cock, now I knew what it would do to me and how it would make me feel.. And to top things off, I had my white panties in my mouth, and the sound that this made me do just strengthened my arousal.

It was past office hours now, people had started to go home, it actually maybe empty, I thought. From where I stood, my phone was in front of me on the desk fully visible, so I saw the text from my husband as it appeared on the screen:

"Hi hon, could you let me know what time u r home?

Yes, what would they say?? They would lose respect for me, come to see me as a disappointment perhaps, would never look at me the same way again. I stood to lose everything that I had painsteakingly built up, sometimes against the odds, building a career in a male-dominated world - and now risking everything for a cock. A black cock. A big black cock.

And it moved in me now, my flowing juices making each movement easier. Jesus christ it felt good.

I wasn't far off now. He was in control of me, pounding my body. My phone, my purse, the photo of my husband and my inbox and outbox trays filled with documents were now all knocked off the desk. I could hold back my moaning, with assistance from my panty gag, but the loudest sound in the room right now was the sound my ass cheeks, clapping and smacking.

Simon held my hips so hard, and now now, yes yes!! I could feel it from my toes, the orgasm shot up through me and I couldn't stop myself now from just sprawling on the desk surface as my muscles spasmed. Shaking. Jesus fucking hell it felt fantastic!

The cum... Everywhere. Fuck. As he pulled out of me, I turned and saw his still erect and massive black monster hanging there. Even though I had just orgasmed I was aroused again just by the sight of it, of him, in the afterglow of his orgasm. And I can't explain it, as I can't explain any of this in any rational terms, but I just sank to my knees and cleaned him up, licking and sucking what was left, eating him hungrily - looking up to meet his eyes.

We both got ourselves together. It was 6pm and I was late. But I really didn't care. I texted Joseph and told I'd be home in an hour, and felt Simons hands on my hips and his kiss on my neck. I wondered what his wife doing and thinking right now.

I guess I should have felt guilty and remorseful at this point, but I didn't. As I saw him leave my office, I just knew one thing for sure and that is that I wanted him again.

The time between the attack and understanding it was Simon couldn't have been more than 20 seconds. But during those 20 seconds I was under the impression that this was it. This was the rape. The rape of a pregnant woman in a parking garage. My biggest fear, every woman's greatest fear - it was going down now. I was going down.

When I found out it was Simon, the fear subsided and I calmed down - but his aggression was as if he wanted to rape me. I had never felt anything like it. He grabbed and held me hard, the side of my face up against the cold concrete pillar. My skirt was forced up around my hips and he just entered me. Kicking my at my feet to make my legs spread apart more, I found myself leaning even harder into the concrete, and then he fucked me. God how he fucked me. I thought I was going to split in two.

For the second time within an hour, even less, Simon released his cum inside me. I had this weird thought at that moment - that it was his baby. Inside me. That these two massive loads were impregnating me a second time, or by flooding me even taking over my unborn. Jesus christ.

He slipped out of me, his heavy breathing still up against my neck. He backed off and I pulled down my skirt, looked at him in silence and then walked off to my car. I just didn't know what else to do.