Fortunate Timing (closed for cbelle02)

The way Natalie's eyes never left hers turned Corey on even more then her words did as she spoke; her heavy breathing making her chest heave as she did. "I don't lie to you, Corey. I always mean what I say. U-Use me as you wish." A flicker of fear in her expression, another surge of excitement through Corey as she finished her statement. "I'm yours." Strangely, he wasn't disturbed about her fear increasing his arousal; if anything, his hands tightened around her wrists as she said the final words, sealing her fate for the evening. Maybe both of theirs, were he to be honest, and not just for the evening. They could have left it after their weekend tryst, passing it off to some dirty texting and the excitement of their physical intimacy, but this, here and now, would start their journey towards something else entirely.

Or maybe they would have gotten there no matter what. Even if here turned out to be Corey looming over her, cock tented in his jeans and breathing heavy, his eyes roaming over Natalie hungrily; nothing but a rousled skirt covering her body from his eyes. He saw the affect of the slightly chill air of the garage on her nipples, and licked his lips approvingly. She looked delicious, and as his fingers idly toyed with her sex. His eyes locked onto hers as this thumb rubbed over her clit, still slowly sliding his fingers in and out. The hand pinning her wrists above her head slid down her arm, relishing the feel of her skin as it slid to her shoulder, and then her heaving chest. His lip curled as he palmed her bare breast, squeezing it firmly before he started to pinch the tender flesh. He rolled one of her nipples in two fingers, pulling it out from her, drinking in her reaction to the pain of his pinching, and the pleasure his hand under her skirt was still giving her.

Something resembling a reward as he leaned over to take her mouth in his again, with her having nowhere to go but into the car hood as his lips crushed hers; moving to her other breast; squeezing it rougher, harsher as he started to finger her more urgently; pausing in his fingering to spread her wider more open as if to take her. His cock demanded release from his jeans, as hard as it had been since...well, since yesterday, were he to be honest. This was about building a fire in both of them, and eventually his lips started to trail down her chin, neck, to her breast and had nipple as his hand abandoned it's rough molestation to move to undo her skirt.

It was a nice outfit, pleasing to Corey's eye, but it was hiding something even more pleasing under it, and as he took her soft flesh into her mouth he gently undid the catch on the garment, sliding it off of Natalie's hips. He bit the nipple and tugged it out just a little bit, pulling back entirely as he again took in Natalie's glorious, naked, heated body, out on his car hood.

His hand went for his belt, but he backed away slightly, both to get a better view of her and to make it clear what he wanted done next, giving her room to do her next task. "Get on your knees, Natalie." He said huskily, leaving her at something resembling a precipice, seeking her services to send him to his own.

Corey slid his belt out, and waited for her to respond.

God, the way Corey looked at her. Not at if she were a friend, a lover, or even as a fuck buddy. But as his prey. His plaything. His. He'd made sure she was ok with that role and now she was fair game. It was thrilling but intimidating.

His fingers were working her pussy, his thumb drawing moans of pleasure as it rubbed her sensitive clit. But the hard hungry look in his eyes said he wasn't doing it solely for her pleasure, if at all, but more for his own entertainment. Because he had her in his control and right now and he was showing that he could do with her as he pleased. Give and take away her pleasure to his own satisfaction.

And pain. Natalie cried out as Corey's fingers twisted and pulled her hard, sensitive nipples. Harder than she'd done herself when she was fantasizing about him yesterday. It felt as if his fingers were a vice, pinching first one, then the other nipple tightly.

But then he gave her a moment of relief as his hand left her breasts to unhook her skirt, replacing it with his mouth. Fuck. His lips and tongue felt heavenly on her sore nipples and she moaned deeply between gasps as his fingers fucked her harder, stretching her open.

He wouldn't give her that relief for long though and his teeth closed around her reddened nipple. Biting and pulling until she nearly screamed out. Then he let go, pulling his hand and mouth away from her entirely, leaving her panting for breath, naked, legs spread wide, face flushed on the hood of his car.

She watched as his hands moved to his belt. "Get on your knees, Natalie." He ordered. Natalie nodded wordlessly. She slowly moved her legs together and turned so that she was on her knees.

A shudder than down her spine as she watched him pull his belt free. "Is this how you want me, Sir?" She asked softly, looking over her shoulder at the man that controlled her fate tonight.

Natalie wasn't the only one shuddering as the clinking of Corey's belt was soon joined by the sound of his zipper opening, and Natalie's throaty moan. "Is this how you want me, Sir?" The way she peeked back over her shoulder, crouched on the hood of his car, willing to take whatever he wanted to give. Corey rewarded her leering gaze with a quick lowering of his boxers, his throbbing manhood now out in the open and visible to her gaze. He saw her reaction to it and couldn't help but smirk just a little bit; feeling a bit of his dominant side flaring up as he moved closer to her, a possessive hand on her rear, moving towards her hip. He couldn't resist teasing one more finger near her open slit, teasing her lips as he ran his wet finger up her side, wanting her to feel her moisture in the open air.

His cock teased her entrance as he let out an intake of breath. "So wet." He said huskily. "You want this as bad as I do, don't you..." A tease as he pushed the tip of his manhood into her, the feeling of her familiar walls around him enticing. Luckily, he wasn't going to make her, but still in a final bit of cruelty Corey hesitated for just a moment, lingering just a part of the way in her as he tested her reaction, wanting to get to know her body more then anything else in the world as he felt her up possessively, up and down her sides.

But he didn't keep her (either of them, really) waiting for too long as he mercifully pushed all of the way into Natalie's waiting body, grunting both at the exertion and at the feel of her pussy clenching around him. He had two hands on her hips, and even as Corey revelled in taking her body for his pleasure, part of him couldn't wait to see what else she'd let him do...

Natalie moaned as his fingers found her wet slit again, teasing briefly.

"So wet." He said huskily. "You want this as bad as I do, don't you..."

"I told you how badly I wanted you..." She breathed out then gasped as she felt the head of his stiff member press against her opening. "Oh God..." She moaned as he started to enter her, his thick length stretching her. She was so wet that he had no problems slipping inside her. He stopped about halfway in and she groaned, needing him to fill her. Her legs opened wider and she pushed back eagerly.

To her relief, he gave in, grabbing her hips roughly and pushing in to the hilt. She cried out as he finally filled her completely. Her walls clenched tightly around him, drawing him in as deep as possible. Natalie's back arched, her hands gripping the top edge of the hood by the windshield.

She looked down, able to see her reflection in the windshield. Her hair was wild, her face flushed, her eyes glowing with need while Corey stood behind her, hands on her hips, his body strong and towering over hers, the look on his face was determined, intense, hungry.

She turned her head again to meet his eyes. "Please." She said softly, her voice strangled, pushing her ass back eagerly. "Use me."

A wolfish grin lit his face as he saw Natalie arch her back; a primal motion, and one Corey couldn't see enough of as they both looked at her reflection in the windshield. A mirror would have been better, but he saw enough of the desire in her subtle shifting and her wild look as she turned back to him. Corey let a breath out he didn't even know he was holding as she spoke. "Please." As if it wasn't clear what she was asking for, Corey felt her ass push back against him as her voice, muffled by her own desire, barely got her words above the silent din in his garage. "Use me."

It wasn't like he needed the invitation, but her voice seemed to spark something deeper in him. Corey didn't require Natalie's permission, but hearing it made it even better as he gave her ass a bit of a slap, a cheeky smirk appearing for a moment before he focused on doing just that. He gradually retreated his hips backwards, his glistening member pulling out of her most of the way as his hands traced up and down her midsection before grabbing on again so he could push back in. This time, he didn't linger at the end, the pleasure of penetrating her quickly replaced by the feeling of anticipation as he pulled out to do it again.

The sound of his body slapping against hers started to fill the garage, joined by his urgent grunts that were getting more and more ragged. Not with fatigue, as with the adrenaline filling his body Corey felt like he could do this all night assuming his arousal would oblige him. She seemed to fit around him so perfectly, and even in his thrusting he reached down to palm one of her hanging breasts, squeezing it like a grapefruit and using it as leverage so he could continue his animalistic fucking; taking her like she wanted. Like they both wanted, it seemed, and the hand crudely groping her tit moved to the small of her back, trailing upwards towards her long, hanging hair. He grabbed it for a moment, tugging just to see if she'd respond before he felt his leverage on her slipping and his hands resumed their death grip on her hips.

She felt so warm, and so good around him, and Corey took in every response she gave; physical and otherwise as he relentlessly pistoned his member into her wet, willing sex...

Natalie gasped when Corey's hand connected with her ass. That slight sting only adding to the intensity she felt. Her ass pushed back to him as he pulled out, only to move back in quickly, filling and stretching her again.

Gratefully, he didn't make her wait again, giving in to what they both wanted and quickly picking up a fast, strong rhythm. The sounds of their bodies slapping together along with their moans and grunts, echoed from the garage walls.

Corey's hand grasped one of her breasts, squeezing hard as his hips pommeled hers. Natalie tried to keep up with his movements, to meet them, but she had little control in doing so. His hands moved back to grasp her hips, fingers digging in and keeping her just as he wanted her.

His hand let go momentarily to slide up her back and grab a fistful of her hair. Her head jerked back as he pulled and she gasped out, her mouth hanging open, arching her back again. When Corey felt her starting to move, to try to get more, to change the pace or the force, he let go and roughly grabbed her hips to stop her.

Natalie began to realize just what kind of power she'd given him. She'd told him to use her. That meant he would use her for his own pleasure. And yes, she wanted him, and yes he gave her that. But only because it suited his own needs. It seemed he had little care for her pleasure, fucking her as fast and as hard and at the angle he wanted. Any pleasure she got was just extra.

Somehow that turned her on even more. Corey was pounding her pussy, his cock plunging deeper into her. His fingers were painful on her hips as they forcefully held her in place. His growls were animalistic as he thrust harder and faster. He was wearing her out and yet she would continue to take as much as he gave.

She let go of the edge of the hood with her right hand to reach between her legs, easily finding her exposed swollen clit. God...she'd never needed to cum so badly. He'd had her worked up since yesterday morning...and at his wishes...she hadn't cum. At all.

Her fingers worked at her clit furiously. He hadn't given her permission to cum yet, but consequences be damned. She needed this. But the one arm holding her up was becoming unstable as Corey fucked her relentlessly, savagely pounding into her pussy like he needed it to live.

And then with one particularly hard thrust, that arm gave out and her upper body hit the hood. Her cheek pressed against the metal, along with her shoulders and breasts while her ass was in the air. It gave him leverage to go even deeper and harder.

Natalie's breathing was ragged, gasping and moaning with each hard thrust. She struggled to push herself back up but Corey was unyielding in his nearly violent pounding and she wasn't able to gain and traction. So for now, she remained in this helpless position, at Corey's mercy, taking whatever he saw fit to give.

It appeared he wasn't the only one looking for a bit more from their rough entanglement, and Corey couldn't help but smirk a bit as he saw Natalie desperately reach her right hand between her legs. He tensed a bit as he saw her touching herself, the pleasure visible on the way her body reacted to her familiar touch. Technically, he hadn't told her he could, but the sight of her desperately rubbing herself as she got fucked was incredibly arousing. So he rewarded her with a couple of particularly hard thrusts, moaning as part of him felt detached from what was happening. Physically, he was there, but mentally Corey was almost just taking it in as if he wasn't.

It was that part of him that noticed that the one arm she was now using to hold herself up was starting to shake. Rationally, he should probably help hold her up, let her lay on the hood, or something else. But the rational part of Corey's brain was getting no amount of conscious attention. The part of him that wanted pleasure, craved to find out how much more of it he could get from Natalie, whether it was given or taken was of little concern. All he cared about was more; more adrenaline, more grunting, more feeling her tight wetness around him...

And then a slight 'bang', as Corey saw Natalie's torso slam into the hood as her arm gave out. He cheek and upper body were now pressed against the slightly chill metal, and he noticed with some measure of satisfaction that the angle of her body now would allow him to push even deeper with some modicum of effort. As his hips urgently started pushing harder to accommodate that, he also saw Natalie struggling to get up. It only made sense, but something dark stirred in Corey as he saw her 'resist' her new position. It wasn't as if she'd be able to anyways with how hard he was pounding her, but a whisper told him to remove all doubt on that end.

And so his thrusts slowed only so the hands holding her hips could let go for a moment to find her arms under her torso; one might've still been working her clit for all Corey knew but all he was concerned about was making sure she couldn't get up. That she stayed right where she was so he could keep fucking her harder, deeper. Corey grabbed her wrists, yanking them out and pinning them both in the small of her back. One large hand pushed her two wrists into her back, near her tail bone; she was no dainty little flower, and could probably get away if she really wanted.

But he wanted to see if she would try. To resist what was happening as Corey resumed his relentless pistoning in to her; the hood was most of the leverage now as Natalie's naked body was pinned between him and the barely yielding metal.

Natalie let out a strangled cry as she felt Corey roughly grab her arms out from under her, causing her to press even harder into the hood of the car. He yanked hard and pinned them tightly to the small of her back with one hand.

This position wasn't comfortable in the slightest. In the back of her mind, she knew she could break free if she really needed to. She had enough trust in Corey to know that he wouldn't physically harm her, but just how close to that point would he be willing to push? A tremor of excitement rushed through her at the thought.

She knew that if she broke free and Corey thought she was seriously injured, he would stop. She had a feeling though that it wouldn't take anything short of that. But what would he do if she just struggled a bit? For a moment, she let him hold her down, gave into his will as he forced his cock harder and deeper into her yielding pussy.

It was becoming nearly painful as he slammed into her over and over. Occasionally, a forceful thrust jarred a deep cramp in her abdomen as his shaft butted against her cervix. God, she hadn't been fucked this thoroughly in, well, ever.

She yelled out at one particularly, deep, hard, painful thrust and jerked her body forward. The windshield kept her from going any more than a couple inches away. Her cry was gutteral as she clenched her fists, struggling to unwrench them from his hand. She twisted her body, left to right, as he continued to fuck her relentlessly.

Her blood was pumping hard and the adrenaline was flowing. She wanted to fight him, but she didn't want him to stop. Her fingers managed to wrap around his hand, unable to break free, but enough that she could dig her nails hard into his flesh. Her heart pounded with excitement and a little trepidation at what Corey might do in retaliation to her struggles.

Feeling her squirm under him only turned him on more, and the satisfied noise that escaped Corey's lips was soon followed by a hiss of pain. A good feeling, in a way, as it was only Natalie's nails raking across his hand. It'd probably leave marks, ones he'd have to explain away on Monday. His first instinct was to yank her up and to 'hurt' her back; their playful, rough romp slowly devolving into something else entirely. He'd never been in a position like this before, so rational thought was not exactly the first thing on his mind.

But as he pushed her down harder, thrusting into her a couple more times even as she struggled, his thoughts went back to what she'd mentioned to him yesterday. After he'd left, when he'd asked her about what she'd wanted him to do to her...a sly smirk crossed his face. She'd get punished for this, of course, but there was nothing saying he had to do it immediately.

It was why he hadn't specified what it was, after all.

Corey pulled his hand off of her hip to slap her ass once; more of a reflexive maneuver to get her hands to let go of his as he 'angrily' pulled away. "So, you want to play rough, do you?" He said huskily, his voice half tease, and half menacing as he shrugged his shirt off of his torso, pulling out of her entirely to leave her wet and wanting, although with a rather pleasant view if she wanted to turn back to look...still, he wasn't about to let her up, and the quick manuever was joined by him yanking his belt out of his pants. He sent up a silent thank you for whatever training he'd taken as he grabbed her wrists again, looping his belt around them so that they were bound near the small of her back. If she wasn't at his mercy before, she sure was now.

And it was mercy he had no intent of showing as his left hand pushed into back, pressing her torso into the unrelenting hood of his car as he started to spank her, the slap of his hand hitting her ass sounding through the garage. He wasn't about to leave her unable to sit tomorrow, but the idea of her remembering their little tryst throughout most of her day was incredibly arousing to him. But he has other needs that needed satisfying first, so the first part of her 'punishment' only went for a dozen slaps or so spread out over a minute. Some of them came fast, and other times he waited seven or eight seconds before hitting her.

Corey's hard, glistening cock wouldn't wait forever though, and so with her spanking done he cruelly pulled her off of his car by her arm - knowing her hair was about to get pulled and twisted a lot - as he pushed her down to her knees in front of him. He'd had the decently to pull out a little patch of carpet beforehand; leftovers from some remoddeling the previous owners had done. And while it was far better then dirty, bare concrete, it was old and worn; likely not good for Natalie while she was naked and bound.

Corey grabbed her long, delicate brown tresses, twisting them as he pushed his hips towards her face.

"Suck."

"So, you want to play rough, do you?" Natalie heard him say harshly as he slapped her ass hard, drawing a cry from her lips. Then another one as he pulled out of her in one fast motion.

She turned back to look at him, standing naked now behind her, his cock glistening with her wetness. She shudder as he pulled his belt loose from her pants. In that moment, she didn't know what he was going to do with it. Tie her up? Spank her?

She soon found out it was the former as he grabbed her wrists roughly again and linked the belt around them tightly. But if Natalie thought that was the end of it, she was wrong. Corey's hands pushed into her back and she turned forward again to face the windshield.

Then, his large palm connected hard with her ass again leaving a sharp sting of pain. But he wasn't about to leave it at that. Another one impacted the opposite cheek. Natalie dropped her head to the windshield, biting her lip, unable to hold back her cries as he continued his assault on her ass, undoubtedly leaving bright red marks all across both round cheeks. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes but she held them back, whimpering softly when he seemed to finally end his onslaught.

Corey grabbed her arm, his fingers pressing hard into her flesh and forced her off the car and onto her knees. The coarse bristly carpet scraped against her knees as she hit it.

She stood on her knees, hands tied behind her back, shoulders back so that her breasts were well presented to him. His still stiff cock was standing inches from her face. She looked up at him, wincing when he grabbed her hair.

"Suck." Corey ordered, glaring down at her.

"Yes... yes, Sir." Natalie stuttered. Corey pushed his hips toward her and she opened her mouth. She took him slowly at first, pressing her lips around his thick head. Moaning at the taste of herself, she kept her eyes on his as she gently took him deeper. Her head bobbed shallowly, then more deeply, taking all of his length each time.

Natalie tightened her lips around him, increasing the pace and force of her motions, working him expertly with lips and tongue, teasing the head before moving to take him deep again. Carefully, she focused on controlling her gag reflex as she forced herself to take him as deep as he could possibly go. Tears again formed in her eyes, but this time from the strain of his cock pounding so deep in her throat.

Her ass was sore, her pussy pounded, her knees scraped, her wrists probably bruised, and she was struggling to breathe around his thick cock. But still, the main focus Natalie felt was making sure that she could give Corey all that he wanted.

Her response made him harder, if that were possible; Corey kept feeling he couldn't get any more aroused but every word and gesture out of Natalie seemed to make it so; her submissive posture echoed by her obedient words. "Yes... yes, Sir." He moved forward and her mouth opened obediently; a strangled noise escaping him as he warm mouth and soft lips encircled his hard member. The fact that she was tasting herself and moaning wantonly at it only turned him on more; the back of his mind wondered if he should make that a policy when she was blowing him, as if she had no choice in the matter. Maybe it was the thought about not giving her a choice...and getting a longer blowjob next time.

He looked down approvingly as she moved down his entire length, varying how far she took him and the speed of her motions as well. The visible effort she was putting into her work made his heart warm, and a dark part of him told him to make sure she always gave her best. The tears did not help him, but the fact she was willing to endure them did, and he rewarded her by pulling out to let her breathe before pushing back into her face. Harder, and faster as his end came near; the familiar rise of adrenaline and endorphins as he pushed himself towards his climax.

The thought of gifting her with his seed all over her face and naked breasts went to him, but even in his frenzied state Corey knew it was Sunday night, and they had to work together tomorrow. Besides, she'd obeyed him well so far, why couldn't he reward her by being nice? And so, being nice in this case meant one hard push, pulling so she could take a deep breath - his cock wet with her split - before he grabbed the back of her had and pushed back in as he came, shooting his full load down her throat.

But their night wasn't done. He pulled out of her, the line of fluid joining his member to her face as he pulled her to her feet. Leaning her awkwardly over his car, he held her up - making no move to untie her wrists just yet - as he bent down to kiss her roughly, harshly as his chest rubbed against her soft, bruised breasts. "You still need to get off, don't you..." He whispered, one hand moving to tease her wet, wanting sex.

His eyes drifted to her bag; while far from a judge of women's bags and how full they usually were, he thought it looked a little..stuffed. "What did you bring over, Natalie?" Corey kept his lips close to hers, one hand on her elbow to keep her up while his other one pushed one finger into her sex, in and out slowly, agonizingly as he let her tell him her secret.

"I don't think I can fuck you again tonight." A bold faced lie as his softening manhood perked at the thought. "But if you want, I'll take you and your bag inside...." He didn't mention her skirt and top, because they wouldn't need them.

Natalie swallowed as much as she could of the hot thick cum that shot down her throat, but Corey pulled back suddenly and some dribbled down her chin. He pulled her to her feet and pressed her back against the front of the car, kissing her roughly.

"You still need to get off, don't you..." he whispered in her ear and she moaned as his hand slid down to tease and prod between her legs. She parted her thighs to open herself to him more and nodded in agreement. "I would like that...if you would be willing to grant it."

"What did you bring over, Natalie?" He asked, glancing toward her bag. Natalie shuddered as he pushed a thick finger inside her, fucking her with it slowly.

"Just...a few of the toys I showed you the other night..." She moaned softly, her hips instinctively moving to meet the finger. He gave her a look that insisted she be more specific. "The vibrator I used, nipple clamps, anal plug and beads, and my dildo..."

Corey's smile seemed mischievous as he looked down at her. "I don't think I can fuck you again tonight." He told her. "But if you want, I'll take you and your bag inside...." He didn't complete the thought but he didn't have to. The implications of what that meant sent shudders of pleasure through her. She'd half expected him, ok more than half expected him to fuck her in the garage and send her home. But now he was inviting her inside and she couldn't say no.

"Yes...I would like to go inside with you. Thank you." She said softly, gasping when he pulled his finger suddenly out of her. Before he could move, she took his hand and brought it to her lips, taking the finger into her mouth and sucking it clean of her juices. She squealed when Corey scooped her up, along with her bag, and as promised carried them both into the house.

Natalie was left to wonder what pleasures or torture Corey had in store for her next.

Corey gently untied her wrists, even as he silently decided that this wouldn't be the last time he bound her like that. Something about the way Natalie said 'thank you' made his cock stir (that and the look in her eyes as she sucked his fingers clean; an incredibly erotic gesture that Corey paid back by tugging at her lip), and Corey, ignoring the little part in the back of his brain saying he should just let her go before they took things too far. How could they work together with their relationship like this, knowing that during their off hours that he was ordering her around like no manager at their company could? But lost in lust, he all but carted her in through the garage entrance into his modestly furnished home. White tiled floor - his washer and dryer just off to the side - gave way to hardwood. An image flashed through his head of dropping her here, making her crawl to him, nude, watching eyes looking at him full of need and desire-

But he stuck to his 'plan' (one made up a few moments ago) as he carted her past the carpeted staircase to his living room. A television, fireplace and window (blinds and shades drawn, of course) were set on a dark red carpet, off-white couch, black easy chair, and a coffee table. He set her on the couch, eyes boring holes into her. "Take your toys out and put them on the table." He said darkly, huskily.

Corey's gaze deliberately went from each of them to her, as if imagining how he wanted to make her climax for him. Even after they were all arranged for him, he hesitated. Even beneath his hastily thrown on pants - his belt and shirt still in the garage with Natalie's clothes - it was obvious he was getting turned on again. Maybe he wouldn't be the only one watching a show.

And then, he changed his mind. His eyes roving over Natalie's body, drinking in her attractive form with no end, a dark smirk came to his face as he spoke.

"Start with your hands, Natalie. Squeeze your tits, finger your pussy, and then maybe I'll use one of these toys on you if I think you want it badly enough..."

Or more.

Natalie wasn't thinking of tomorrow, or work, or anything past this moment actually. She was too caught up in the energy between them that it was difficult to think of anything else.

Corey carried her into his home. It was nice and more polished than she expected a bachelor pad to be. But she wasn't here to inspect his home.

Corey deposited her on the couch and focused her eyes to his. "Take your toys out and put them on the table." He ordered brusquely.

Natalie nodded, rubbing her wrists where they'd been bound. She leaned forward and pulled each toy out of her bag, laying them side by side on the table. Dildo, nipple clamps, anal toys and the small vibrator. Then she sat the bag aside and sat back.

Corey looked over each of them and then back to her. His gaze studied her salaciously for a long moment. Then he spoke. "Start with your hands, Natalie. Squeeze your tits, finger your pussy, and then maybe I'll use one of these toys on you if I think you want it badly enough..."

Natalie swallowed. He wanted her to play with herself. This time in front of him. It was one thing to do it behind the text messages, sending him selected pictures. But now he would see everything.

She nodded and settled back into the couch. Her eyes never left his as she brought both hands up, cupping and caressing her breasts, squeezing them hard. She pinched both nipples, first gently, then harder as she cried out softly, biting her lip.

One hand stayed at her breasts, playing over both of them, pinching both nipples while the other moved between her eyes to her dripping pussy. One foot on the table, the other up on the couch beside her, she traced her open lips before dipping a finger inside. She brought it out, coated in her juices, and brought the hand up, sucking it clean.

Her other hand pinched hard at a nipple as she pushed two fingers inside herself, her thumb rubbing over her swollen, extended clit. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the sensations. Her hips moved along with her hand, working the two fingers inside herself as she drew herself closer to cumming, but making sure to keep from going over, saving herself for his permission.

Her swallow perked him up, but Corey dared not smile. His lips crept upwards at her hesitation but something kept him from lording it over her, at least not yet. The moment hung in the air; maybe for minutes, hours, or just the second or two it actually took Natalie to decide. Her nod sent a surge of excitement through him, and her gaze never left his even as he couldn't help but look at her her hands went, as he took in her entire body moving sensually under her own touch. Corey watched Natalie squeeze her own tits; mauling them and then pinching her own nipples. He imagined how her hands felt on her own skin, and wondered how much better it'd be if (or when) his hands replaced them; the difference in tone as she cried out.

It was so mesmerizing that he forgot about what he'd planned to do next, or maybe simply never had a plan to begin with as Natalie's legs spread; one foot on the table, one on the couch as she slipped one lone finger inside; its purpose clear as she quickly took it out to suck it clean. A breath escaped Corey at that depraved, erotic motion; soon, she was thrusting two fingers in and out as her body seemed to tense; her eyes struggling to stay open. Corey watched in wonder as Natalie seemed to forget where she was, losing herself in pleasure and wonder but still somehow keeping herself from going over the edge; waiting for Corey to let her go over. To tell her to go over?

Hmm. Slowly, Corey strode towards her, leaning down to take the dildo in his hand. He'd never held one before so it was as if he was taking a piece of fine china in his grasp as he did; little knowing that the woman masturbating across from him had put it through much rougher trials and likely would so again. Still, he let her see it as he bent over near her torso, trailing it in the air above her stomach to her apex between her thighs. His face was near hers, but as much as he wanted - longed - to kiss her lips, he satisfied himself with a whisper as the head of the artificial shaft poked her entrance.

"Don't stop." He knew her fingers would have to give way, but he slowly pushed the dildo into her, watching now Natalie reacted to the familiar invasion of her body. His other hand went to join hers on her breasts as he started to slide the dildo in and out of her, never letting it quite leave her with each thrust. His movements were awkward, unpracticed, but there was no mistaking his intent as he pushed it faster and faster into her, the sounds of it penetrating her and the sight of him fucking Natalie with her own dildo strangely erotic and powerful as he mauled her breast with his other hand; his hungry, raving eyes drinking in her body's reactions to their joint ministrations as he cruelly masturbated her on his couch.

Corey wouldn't tell Natalie to cum, but neither would he stop until he achieved any other outcome.

Natalie's eyes followed Corey's every movement as he approached her. She watched him select the dildo from the display on the table and lean over her. She tilted her head up for a kiss, but he only brushed his lips against her ear.

"Don't stop." He whispered and she felt him press the tip of the dildo against her. Her fingers moved out of the way, but remained near her clit as he pushed it inside her. She moaned at the familiar stretch and tilted her pelvis upward. She'd used it a thousand times, but somehow, having Corey wield it, controlling it, was so much hotter.

Having both hands free, which Corey fucked her with her dildo, she rubbed her swollen clit with one and pinched and teased her nipples with the other. She moved her hand from under Corey's and to her other breast.

Natalie threw her head back in a loud moan as she and Corey pinched her nipples hard, while he thrust the dildo deep and her fingers worked furiously at her clit. She was on the edge of what she knew would be a very intense, deep orgasm. But Corey had yet to give her permission.

"Please, I need to cum..." She whimpered weakly to no avail. Corey seemed to be sadistically refusing to tell her she could cum, yet doing everything he could to drive her closer.

Natalie tried. She tried her damnedest but in the end she couldn't hold back. Corey pushed the dildo in deep, hitting just the right spot as he twisted her nipple hard and she was done for. "Oh my g-" Her voice was cut off as she was overcome by the deep waves of warm pleasure radiating from her core out through her toes.

Her body spasmed as her walls clenched and relaxed repeatedly around the dildo. Finally, a low moan escaped as the orgasm ebbed. Her hands fell to the couch beside her as she relaxed, struggling to catch her breath.

The only sounds filling the room were Natalie's deep and desperate moans, the squelching of the dildo penetrating her wetness relentlessly, and the guttural breathing coming from Corey as he took her in. This was the hottest thing he'd ever taken part in; his cock protested angrily at already being spent, unsated by the promises from Corey's brain that this wouldn't be the last time he did anything like this to the naked brunette writhing underneath him. It was everything about her, the dirt and sweat on her body, every little motion of her head, the way her fingers desperately seemed to claw at her nipples and clit.

"Please, I need to cum..." Her desperate whisper brought her no mercy from the seemingly sadistic man above her; if anything, he increased his pace, trailing his hand down her taut stomach before returning it to her aching, abused breast; on a particularly hard twist and deep thrust of the dildo, she cried out.. "Oh my g-" Corey let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding as he watched her orgasm for him, saw her tighten and loosen around the dildo and a familiar trail of juices now coating the object. There'd be some cleanup to do, but that was for when she was gone.

"Amazing." He said breathlessly, not sure of what else he could say. Some of Natalie's juices had gotten on his finger, and he made a show of trailing the same finger along the dildo before slipping it towards Natalie's lips, his eyes locked onto her as if daring her to still debase herself even after her orgasm.

It was an image he'd probably get off to later, the image of her spasming and climaxing now burned into his mind. Still, he helped her to her feet as if nothing had happened; her clothes were in the garage, and as much as Corey wanted to continue...they had work tomorrow.

Oh great. Work.

How the hell were they going to work with each other now and keep a straight face?

Natalie shuddered with the aftermath of her intense orgasm as Corey slowly slid the dildo from her. She watched as he gathered some of her juices onto his finger.

"Amazing." He breathed, and caught her eyes, lifting the finger to her lips. Eagerly, Natalie accepted it, sucking it as though it were his cock, cleaning every bit of her essence from her. She moaned softly as let him go.

"Thank you." She whispered graciously. "That was incredible." And it was. He'd allowed her multiple orgasms to his own one. Part of her felt guilty, in some fucked up way, as if she owed him. But then, she realized, this was what he wanted. He'd gotten to see her touch herself, to be so desperately at his mercy to cum, practically degrading her as she sucked his cock on the dirty carpet. Maybe this was what they were now. Whatever it was.

Corey helped her to her feet, her legs still shaky. And for the first time that evening, she remembered they had to work together the next day. Fuck.

This weekend had changed everything. It had only been two days, but felt like a lifetime. After everything that had happened, they had to go back to work and pretend like everything was normal.

She cleared her throat. "I guess...I should get going then. Morning comes early." She half laughed at the generic small talk. "I'll just...leave those here...for now..." She said, nodding to her toys. "If that's ok." She felt this was a situation in which she should leave pretty quickly.

Corey threw on his pants and walked with her to the garage. She retrieved her clothes, quickly dressing before he lifted the door. She turned back to him, giving him a hug and a quick kiss. "So, I'll see you in the morning." She whispered and turned to leave.

Then she turned back. "Do you think..." She started hesitantly. "Is this fucked up?" She asked softly, lifting her eyes to his.

It had been incredible, as Corey found herself taken aback by Natalie, still watching her breathe. He wasn't watching her in a loving way, exactly, but knowing about what they'd just done, and maybe more about what they were about to do. Not just sexually. They were about to go to work tomorrow, pretend to be just coworkers when they'd fucked like jackrabbits, he'd made her suck him off and he'd watched her cum; hell, he'd made her cum with her own dildo, watching her lose herself in bliss and-

A clearing of her throat. "I guess...I should get going then. Morning comes early." They both laughed nervously, and Corey found himself looking away in mock embarassment. "I'll just...leave those here...for now..." A look to her toys, and Corey felt his cock stir. "If that's ok."

Yeah, that was pretty okay. As long as you use them when you come back. It didn't occur to him that he would need to find a place for them; it wasn't as if you could keep a women's sex toys out in the open. They both dressed quickly, and Corey leaned into the offered hug and kiss easily. "So, I'll see you in the morning." A whisper, full of promise as she turned to leave, his eyes running over her as she walked away.

"Good night." He called to her. There was a pause in the night air as she turned back, and it took Corey a moment to realize that she had something else to say, that he hadn't said anything else to her.

"Do you think..." Natalie's voice was uncertain, and Corey found himself leaning in as she spoke, even with the distance she was away from him now. "Is this fucked up?"

The question was...interesting. The obvious answer was in front of him, and Corey saw himself saying 'yes'. Striding towards her, putting his hand on her ass, and crushing her body against his for one more powerful, lustful kiss-

-but his reply cut through the air. "Only as fucked up as we want it to be."

After she left, he went back in, both to find a place for her toys - one he'd remember - and to go to bed. Although bed wasn't without it's challenges in terms of wishing someone else was there.

Whether it was to cuddle him or sate him, he wasn't sure.

**********

Monday morning found him fairly fresh and eager for the day ahead after a restful night's sleep as Corey strode in in a dark grey sports jacket and pants to go with a light green button up shirt. Short sleeves to match the weather, but even through his cheery veneer he wasn't sure how to deal with his first meeting with Natalie.

The first chance came during his way back from the water cooler; a few others nearby, so it wouldn't do to ignore her or to hint at anything beneath what their relationship was supposed to be at work. "Good morning." He said with a smile, one that lingered just a bit as he got back to his desk. Shallow greetings wouldn't say much or anything.

And so, with a brief moment of time, he snuck in a text to her from his desk. Adrianna understood the power that phones had in everyone's lives now, but if someone texted all of the time...he'd have to be careful. Especially with what tended to come up when he and Natalie had texted about before.

It was eleven thirty. Hey. Just wanted to see how you're doing. He sent it, and then immediately regretted it. That was just as tone neutral as his greeting to her near the water cooler had been, so he quickly typed out something else.

I missed you after you left last night.

Much better.

Natalie wasn't entirely sure why she'd left her toys at Corey's. She'd originally told herself, and him, that it was just in her need to get home. But perhaps subconsciously, it was her excuse to come back. Or maybe there was something enticing about Corey having control of how she pleasured herself. Or all three. She still had a couple at home, but those were her favorites. And now they were in Corey's hands. At least for a little while.

Sleep was delayed that night by thoughts of Corey, but eventually, she fell into a restful slumber.

The next morning, she felt both excited and nervous about the work day. It would be nice to get back to the usual routine, but how was she going to act around Corey? She was paranoid that she Adrianna would somehow know or read some inadvertent signal that was imperceptible to anyone else.

She told herself to relax. It didn't have to be that big of a deal. And once she'd gotten into work, she'd calmed down a lot. The anticipation was the worst part. She passed him on the way to get her coffee. Her heart skipped when he smile. Those same eyes that had glared down at her the night before, as he shoved his cock down her throat, sparkled in a friendly smile now.

"Good morning." He said as he passed and she nodded in return. "Morning."

That was the extent of the exchange. It wasn't until almost midday that she heard from him again. This time by text. She wasn't able to check right away but read both minutes later. The words on her phone brought a smile to her face and she resisted the urge to turn around to look at him.

"What you smiling about, Nat?" Came a voice from her left. She looked up to see Jared, her cube neighbor, passing by to his desk. "I know that smile. You got a new 'friend'?" He teased and plopped down in his chair.

Natalie could feel herself blush, turning her phone over even though she knew it was impossible for him to see what was on it. "Something like that." She said in response. Jared just laughed and turned back to his work.

After a few more moments, she tapped out her response

I missed you, too. I can't wait to see you again. Then she added: I mean *really* see you. Not just in the work hallways.

Natalie supposed one could say that Corey was her friend. But he was a lot more. Defining what that was, however, was becoming more and more complicated.

If anything, Corey was grateful to be so busy and not waiting anxiously for the reply from Natalie. Maybe she wouldn't see it until the end of the day, he told himself as he continued working on a numbers analysis that Adrianna had wanted by the end of the day; something he was so locked in to that he didn't even think about his phone until twenty minutes later, when Fred walked by and asked him if he wanted anything from a coffee run. "Ah, no, got mine already." He smiled, before seeing the light on his phone indicating he'd received a text as Fred walked away. With his cubicle relatively quiet, he pulled his phone up to see what she'd sent.

I missed you, too. I can't wait to see you again. I mean *really* see you. He turned a bit, but stopped. It wasn't that looking at Natalie would be a giveaway, but if they both turned in that moment...someone could see. Notice. An innocent text once in a while wouldn't give anything away, but if they smiled, nodded, did anything out of the ordinary...coworkers were friends just as long as work wasn't involved.

He had to focus. There was a big trip coming up soon to a conference of some kind, and while he wasn't expecting to go, he knew that more work would be coming his (and likely) Natalie's way as a result. So the more he got done now, the better a chance he'd actually still have his evenings once Adrianna and whoever she chose went away for a bit.

Still, he couldn't resist pushing it. The edge of tension and desire was what made this so much fun, and doing it here - where so little distance was between them, and yet might as well have been continents away from each other - made it kind of better. With a subtle shift in his seat, and another peek to make sure nobody was watching, he got another message out.

Are you thinking about it already? The fact that he didn't specify what 'it' was made it more delicious to him. About what will happen the next time I see you? Of course, they'd probably do something else 'normal' at some point, whether it was a movie, a long walk, or whatever it was...but it wasn't any fun texting about that. Texting about them indulging the most carnal of physical pleasures, though...that was fun.

Sorry. I shouldn't get you so worked up when so many of your toys are gone. Not all of them, of course. Maybe you can come over and get them back. He stared at the message again before sending it, knowing he'd pushed his luck as he subtly put his phone away.

Although like any stealth work texter, he hovered over the send button and pressed it as it was in his pocket. Just in case someone was watching him and Natalie.

Natalie had just clicked open an email from Adrianna when she felt her phone buzz. Her heart jumped but she didn't forced herself to finish reading first. It was about the upcoming conference. She'd choose a few employees to go along, but in the meantime, they all needed to work more efficiently and faster as to not leave too much work for those that would be left behind.

Natalie knew she wouldn't be chosen, as she'd just started working there. She suddenly had a sinking feeling that Corey might get chosen. What would she do if he was gone for a week? She didn't like the thought.

Snap out of it, Nat! She told herself. Don't be so obsessive. You've barely known him a couple weeks!

But in those weeks since he'd come back into her life, she'd felt her life change dramatically. Somehow, Corey had a grip on her, mentally and physically and she found it hard to shake him. Not that she wanted to of course.

She clicked out of the email and finally pulled out her phone, holding it under her desk. Two texts from Corey.

Are you thinking about it already? About what will happen next time I see you?

Yes. God yes. She'd thought of little else since she'd left his house.

Sorry. I shouldn't get you so worked up when so many of your toys are gone. Maybe you can come over and get them back.

Fuck. There was nothing explicitly sexual in either text, but what they implied was enough to make her squirm in her seat against the wetness forming between her legs.

Biting her lip, she quickly texted back.

I trust you're keeping them safe for me. But maybe I could come get them soon?

She thought for a moment then sent another.

What do you think will happen when I see you again?

I trust you're keeping them safe for me. But maybe I could come get them soon?

There were two messages on the phone, and Corey only dared look at the first. It had been fifteen minutes since it had buzzed, and he'd held back partially because of work. But also because he wanted to let the tension burn; the familiar buzz of sexual desire and lust that tinged every one of their real interactions. Not the blank looks they exchanged at work; the pleasant smiles and empty greetings that hid what the two of them really were. No, what Corey wanted was this; sly messages and looks which hinted at something else entirely. Not stating their intentions even as they both knew what they wanted.

He'd gone outside, in the hallway, smiling as he scrolled to the second message.

What do you think will happen when I see you again?

Tomorrow night, you mean? Corey's fingers danced across the screen. You're going to dress up sexy, just like you did on Sunday night when you came over to get fucked. With another nervous glance, he took a few more steps down the hallway; he'd just stay late if someone questioned him. A 'personal' phone call, he'd say later, and not entirely a mistruth to it.

You said you want me to use you...and I said I wanted to see you using all of your toys. Keeping it vague was making it sexy, and he smirked at the thought of it. If you want to hear more, I might suggest stepping away from your desk for a minute...

Natalie glanced back, innocuously, as her phone buzzed again. To her surprise, Corey was gone from his desk. She glanced down at her phone.

You're going to dress up sexy, just like you did on Sunday night when you came over to get fucked.

Natalie shivered and she felt a blush creeping up her neck at the more explicit message. The blush only spread further at his next message though.

You said you want me to use you...and I said I wanted to see you using all of your toys.

That one wasn't very specific, but the suggestion of all the possibilities that meant left her wanting more. She was suddenly very distracted from her work and only wanted to continue this naughty clandestine little exchange. She tried to turn back to her computer and focus but her phone buzzed again and his next text was as if he'd read her mind.

If you want to hear more, I might suggest stepping away from your desk for a minute...

Natalie didn't respond right away. But after a couple minutes, she locked her computer screen and with a glance around, she stood and walked toward the bathrooms. She didn't see the way Corey had exited but somehow, not seeing him made this all more exciting.

Reaching the bathroom, she locked herself in one of the stalls and pulled out her phone again.

In bathroom now. What did you have in mind for tomorrow night with all those toys? She sent the text and sat on the toilet. If anyone asked, she'd just say she was having stomach problems. No one questioned that.

I guess I'll just make do with my Hitachi tonight...

He was playing with fire, too, but that was what made it all the more fun as Corey finally got her reply. In bathroom now. What did you have in mind for tomorrow night with all those toys?

Women traditionally took long times in the bathroom, but he knew now to push it as he eagerly started typing his response.

You're going to show off that hot, fit body of yours before you take your clothes off for me. This was a two year old trying a toy he'd never had before; Corey was familiar with the art of seducing a woman but he'd never been in 'control', before. Not like this. Then after you've opened yourself up to me, we'll probably start with the dildo, slowly thrusting it in and out of you. A smirk. I like the idea of you doing it, but I imagine your hands might be occupied...

Then, the nipple clamps, to see how badly you really want to be used. Pain had never been hot to him, even as Corey had enjoyed a rough bout or two even with some of his previous partners. But the nipple clamps spoke to something darker, something he didn't know he'd wanted even as he'd seen them in a porn video or two before. Those would look really nice with a chain attached between them for me to tug on. He knew how she'd take his offhand comment, but he was too busy typing more.

And he was about to delve into something else. Then the butt plug. Lubed up, ready to go into your tight little ass. He couldn't type it out entirely, his cock tenting under his pants as he looked around nervously. And the whole time, we'll use one of your vibrators to tease your clit, watching you buck and moan in pleasure...

A beat passed, and he couldn't resist one more thing.

And even with all of those in, you still might end up with my cock in your mouth. The image was glorious in his head; her, nude and spread eagle on his kitchen table, his cock thrusting into her open mouth...he had to fight back the urge to go to the bathroom to rub one off; even with as lewd as the conversation had gotten, that would be pushing it too far.

I guess I'll just make do with my Hitachi tonight..

A reply, maybe not necessarily to what he'd sent. Assuming I let you. He teased. Send me a picture or two, and maybe I'll let you tease yourself so you're hot to trot tomorrow.