CB's Hottest Affair

[CarnivalBarker]

So I am feeling a bit nostalgic and am thinking a lot about my hottest affair. I wanted to put words down and remember it some, so I thought I'd open a thread and just tell the story. So here we go:

I was working for a company as a secretary. It was the sort of place where they were professional, but didn't have some stuffy dress code, so I would wear any number of things from sharp business suits all the way down to black or grey yoga pants with a long white sweater I had that looked like a dress. I was dating a cop at the time, who was really a pain in the ass, in hindsight. And everyone at work was much older and pretty gross. There was ONE guy who was around 34, and he was my eye candy. He was the hottest guy there, though he was not model hot or anything. But he looked very good. I would wonder what it was like to kiss him, or hang out with him, but we worked together and I had this boyfriend.

I went out one night with some friends for my birthday. Three girls and two guys. My boyfriend had to work. I was at a club and looked up and the guy from work and another guy I knew were standing at the bar. The other guy was a mutual friend of mine and the guy I worked with and I had been drinking, so I go over and say hi. The guy from work asks what I'm doing there and I tell him it's my birthday. I had not dressed up, but I did look cute in some fitted jeans and a little black and white top with openings in the back that came just to the place where the waist of my jeans stopped - that's important for reasons I'll explain.

Guy at work goes, "Oh, it is? Let me buy you a drink. What do you want?" I tell him sex on the beach. He orders one and when he hands it to me, I sort of go in to kiss him on the cheek. He sincerely turned his head because of some commotion near the door and I planted a tiny peck square on his lips. I blushed and put the straw from my drink between my teeth and started drinking, so as to hide what at the time was a BIT of embarrassment - I had not meant to kiss him on the lips! Anyway, we sort of stood there talking for a while and I sat my drink down. I was sort of standing in front of him, facing him, and behind me was the "No Person Under 21" rail only a half a foot behind me or so. So I'm talking and there are some big guys walking along that rail and I think nothing of it. I'm not even sure I knew how close I was to the rail. As they got to where I was and tried to pass, there was no room. At the time, I did not know this. But what I did know was that the guy from work wrapped his hand along my side, then around to my back. As he did, my top rose up JUST enough for his hand to slide along the skin around my waist and my body exploded in sensations, tingling, goose bumps - you name it. I know now that he was just pulling me in toward him to get me away from the rail to let the guys behind me by, but I thought he was making a move. I WANTED him to make a move. And as my stomach pressed into his, I leaned my lips up to his and he leaned in and began kissing me.

FIRE. WORKS.

I have never had a more perfect kiss in my life. The world went silent and we stood, as if in a spotlight in the center of the universe, and I felt his tongue, not too much, not too little, not too heavy or sloppy or hungry, but just enough, mix and mingle with mine. We kissed again and again, and at one point, his hand slid up my back and into my hair, taking a light grip, as we kissed again, before I pulled away, needing to actually catch my breath and finding it hard to do. He laughed a cute laugh with an even cuter grin, and we continued to chat. A few more guys walked behind me a bit later, and this time, he slid one finger down the front of my jeans and pulled me to him again, the kiss repeated as his finger stayed where it was, not wiggling, or feeling, or actually touching my slit, but far enough down he could tell I had shaved for the night out.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"Aren't you my boss?" I asked. He wasn't really, but he was senior to me. He said nothing and just kissed me again. Eventually, the bartender started giving us shit, and one of the guys I was there with came over and I had to stop. I went back to my friends and told him that I would see him at work Monday. He smiled and said, "Yeah, happy birthday." That night, when my boyfriend came home, I rolled on top of him and rode his cock, pretending the entire time it was the guy from work. He never knew. The next Monday passed, and I heard nothing. Then Tuesday. Finally, on Wednesday, I emailed him at work.

"Are we going to talk about it?" I asked.

"Do you mean........Friday?" Came the response.

"Yeah," I said. I told him it was the most amazing kiss, and it was. I also reminded him I had a boyfriend.

"Are you happy with him?" He asked.

"I don't know," I honestly answered. "But I do want to see you again." My boyfriend had issues, he had baggage and a lot of child and ex drama, he was abusive (in a too much kind of way) and I wasn't sure he was into me. Maybe I just wanted to confirm my suspicions, but I did like this guy at work.

"Well, I'd like to see you, but I understand if that's a problem and I won't do anything to jeopardize your relationship." I told him I appreciated it. "What are you thinking?" He said. I took a moment to think about what to reply. I felt like this was a moment of truth sort of thing, and my answer would determine a whole lot.

"I was thinking maybe FWB?" I replied. The die had been cast, and the games we then played for the next 8 months were amazing.

More to come.......there's a long story to be told, should anyone be interested. If not, that's okay too. But I intend to tell it. Stay tuned.

 

[Evolutions]

So.. This is what you're doing when you're not writing replies for me huh?

Definitely interested to know what happens next.. Knowing you I'm sure the reality is considerably worse than anything I can imagine... lol

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The guy called me into his office immediately, and I sort of went in with a dumb grin on my face. I KNEW what we were going to talk about.

"I like your idea," he said. "I don't want you to think I wouldn't date you. I'd love to. But I also would like to have what you can give."

"I don't want to leave my boyfriend," I said, and I didn't. In hindsight, I should have, but I wasn't there yet. "It's just that, I don't feel good around him sometimes and I feel like I'm just missing...something. But I also know that kissing you was amazing and honestly, I'd like that again." It was a weird, almost clinical discussion in which we were arranging, without saying so, that we would just get together and fuck.

"So, do you want to come over after work today?" He asked.

"Five thirty?" I ask.

"Perfect," he said, and I went off with a blushing grin, back to work. That day, I had worn a gray, fitted dress that looked cute, but was only a little bit short - not slutty, and had a silver barrette pinning my hair to the side of my face, but still wearing it long. I'm certain, knowing what I know now, that he watched my ass the entire way out the door. I couldn't wait until the end of the day and I promptly made my way to his place. He had texted me the address, and it was literally ten minutes from our office. The driveway ran next to the side of the house and I saw his door was open. I knocked on the screen and he opened the door, already in some shorts and an American Eagle shirt. He looked good. As soon as I stepped inside, he was on me, pressed into me, and we started kissing. It was wonderful all over again. He was the best kisser and I could not get enough. I felt his hands along my waist and I started to get soaking wet. We separated and he offered me something to drink, but he kept coming back to kiss me, as we chatted, acting like we were just talking about work and not about to let him stir my guts with his cock. Eventually, he goes, "Want to go to my room?" I did. I walked ahead of him, and he turned me around and slid my dress up and over my head. I had worn some cute, black and red panties and matching bra. I sat down, then laid back on the bed, and he started making out with me. My bra came off quickly, and he started kissing and licking my nipples, first one, then the other. I let his hands roam all over my body, then felt him slide my panties to the side, before he pulled his lips off mine, slid down, and started eating me. He dived in and his tongue ran all over the outside of my slit, then probed inside me. I got so wet and slick, and arched up as he slid two fingers inside me. He ate me for what seemed like a long time, though for him, I don't think it was long enough. I got very close to cumming and was going to let him finish and then let him fuck me, but as he continued tasting me, my phone rang.

It was my boyfriend. Ugh. I didn't answer, but it made me feel so bad at the same time his tongue, lips, and fingers felt SO good. But it hit me hard in that moment that I was cheating and I couldn't get my mind off it. I had him stop, and then we kissed a bit more.

"I'm sorry," I told him. "I don't want to stop, but I need to. I'll be back, I promise, but I just have to go." And I meant all of it. I wasn't done, but I needed a bit more time to be okay with what was about to go down. I got dressed, and kissed him deeply. He patted my ass, said it was okay, and kissed me again. I left the house, got in my car, and headed to my place, wondering how we were going to consummate this relationship, and when, but hoping and knowing it would be the next time we got together.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

We continued to flirt at work. I would sometimes take him documents and stand next to him at his desk looking over them, simply to allow him the chance to run his hand over my calf, and then my thigh. He would rub me slightly there, then cup my ass as he read a letter or proofread a document that was being sent to another company. He would text and ask to get together, but because of my schedule and my boyfriend's there didn't seem to be many "safe" times. But I told him I definitely wanted to as soon as we could coordinate it. Then came Saturday night.

About two weeks after we had gotten together at his house, I was out on a Saturday and my boyfriend was working. I texted the guy at work. "Come have drinks with me and my friend," I said.

"Does your friend know your boyfriend?" He asked.

"Yes."

"No thanks." I got it. He didn't want to be shot or beaten up and, I have no doubt, my boyfriend would have tried some shit like that if word got back to him. He once discharged his gun into the air when we were at the lake with a bunch of people just to show off and he could be scary.

"Please?" I said. "I'll let you eat me." He sent back a smiley face. We continued to text throughout the night and by midnight, I was ready to go home. I got my purse and went to my car, in the heart of the city entertainment district, and I could not find my keys. I called my boyfriend and he was on a call across the city and said it would be at least an hour before he would be available. Also, he was a complete jerk about it so I was like, whatever, I'll figure it out. He suggested I call a locksmith. I had a spare set of keys, but they were at his apartment, and if I could get there, I could get inside and get them, then get in my car. I texted the guy from work. He called me and offered to come get me, and I said he should. Twenty minutes later, he was there. I got in the car and he gave me a BIG, deep kiss, and asked where we needed to go. I directed him to my boyfriend's apartment.

"Is this your place?" He asked.

"No, it's my boyfriend's."

"FUCK!" He said. "HURRY UP," he told me, not wanting to linger. I had the spare key to my boyfriend's place, it was outside the door, but the door jammed at the time. I had to turn the key and then push hard, over and over and over until the door opened and it was making this banging sound. I finally got in, got my keys, and returned.

"Could you make it more obvious we were breaking into a cop's place?" He said. "You owe me."

"Anything," I said. So he began driving and started heading in a different direction that would get us back to my car, but take us WAY out of the way. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"If I'm risking my life breaking into a cop's house to do this, then I'm taking you to my place before going to your car." I knew what would happen. I erupted into a huge grin, totally game.

"Okay," I said, then stayed silent, the little lamb taken to slaughter, the rest of the way. We got to his house and he smacked my ass hard as I walked ahead of him, through the dark, straight to his bedroom. He sat me down and undid his pants, then knelt down and undid my jeans. He slid them off and I lifted my hips a second time as he stripped my panties from me. I leaned back in just a bra and a little t-shirt, and he proceeded to eat my pussy for what seemed like forever. I got so wet and couldn't hold still as his tongue explored every part of me down there. I was shaved because that's pretty much how I keep it and because I had gone out that night, and I was primed for sex. My entire body quivered once, then again, as he made me cum with his mouth. Even as I did, he kept licking me, nibbling me. I ran my fingers along his head, then down to his neck, placing my hands on each side of his neck.

"Get up here," I said, breathing heavy still. "I want you to fuck me."

"You sure?" He asked.

"Uh huh." He smiled and stood up to strip off his pants, then began climbing onto the bed, his knees inside mine as I crawled back slightly, giving him room as he was ready to mount his prey.

 

[maverick74656]

I love it! you paint such a great picture of the situations...I am bulging hard reading this! Hope you write more!

 

[rod43]

An awesome story CB. You write so well. Steamy and erotic!

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Without any hesitation, his cock dipped to pierce my core, as I craned my neck low to watch as I took him. My body erupted along my spine, and down my legs, as he took me, his entire length steadily, with a firm, consistent push, finding its place perfectly. I dropped my head backward, still resting on my elbows, feeling his hands grip my ankles and open me wider to him, as I simply enjoyed the feeling of being full for a moment. I gripped him again and again, a slight quiver but not yet cumming, and I gasped as he pulled out slowly one time, then planted himself inside me once more.

"Ohh, fuck," I groaned, my voice once again that of a little girl as I just barely got the words past my breath. "Oh, fuck," I moaned, a bit louder this time. I arched my back into him, taking him a bit deeper, and I flexed my thighs a bit, as they felt his hands run slowly along them, up, up, and up, until he opened his thumbs wide to grip my waist in his hands so that any movement I made was at his control.

"Whose pussy is this?" I heard him ask, then opened my eyes and lifted my head with a grin.

"You fucker," I thought to myself, amused at his words. He wanted all of me, alone and apart from my boyfriend. He wanted to claim what was his.

"It's........." my head jolted back again, unable to get the final word out before he pounded me hard one time, his full length opening me up. My thighs quivered again, then regripped him at his waist. I bit my lip and gave him a look as if to say how much I thought he was an asshole for interrupting me, of course enjoying his attentions and only playfully offering any fight back. "It's yours," I said in a fake-annoyed tone, nowhere to go, with his cock buried inside me. He leaned over and kissed me deeply, our tongues mingling for only a moment.

"You're right," he said. "Good girl." His hands gripped my hips again and for the next ten minutes, possibly longer, he began to drill my pussy, adjusting slightly to hit different angles, as my hands went low to the sheets, griping them in white-knuckled pleas to take me harder, harder, harder....

 

[CarnivalBarker]

I arched my back into him, holding it there in an effort to feel him as deep as I possibly could, wanting him to take me completely, not knowing if this would be the first of many times he would have me, or just the first and only. I gripped one of his wrists in each of my hands, coupling us together into a furious passion machine, in which he pistoned again and again into me, as I did my best to grip him as tightly as I could, giving him every bit of pleasure he needed. I could smell sex fill the room and my pussy was flooding down my thighs and off my ass below, the slapping sounds louder and louder as he groaned and yelled out above me. I planted my feet flat on the bed once more, bridging my hips even higher against him, the force of his hips hammering fully into mine to the point where I worried I might be bruised the next day. I reached one hand low, around my leg, as I lifted it higher, giving me better access to rub his balls. I opened my eyes as I did, and he gripped me tighter on my waist.

"Fuck me," I said again, a girl at his complete mercy, or lack thereof. "Fuck me harder."

"Yeah," he groaned. "Fuck!" He kept the pace up, not slowing or staggering, simply filling me again and again with short, hard strokes. His breath grew more ragged and his hair began to show signs of sweat as it stuck to his forehead. "Unh! Unh!" He groaned with each full thrust. "God you feel amazing!"

"Yeah?" I smile, taking him deep with each stroke.

"Oh yeah," he gasped. He lifted my legs high and spread them wide, taking a moment to watch where he entered me, enjoying the sight of him fucking my bare pussy, which was eager to take all he could give. After a few moments, he dropped my legs and gripped my hips, before sliding his hands under my thighs, simply feeling them, which I later learned was among his favorite things - he's an ass and leg guy, and I'm pretty good in those areas. "I'm close," he gasped.

"Don't cum inside me," I said, lifting my hands up and over my head, ready to give myself to him, my words being all that would stop him, if even they could. I was at his mercy completely.

 

[Littlekittenn]

Obsessed with this! So naughty! Hope you post more

 

[RawHumor]

How old were you at the time?

 

[Ardilaun]

this is very hot! Keep going!

 

[hardcollege4]

This is so hot, I love reading it, can't wait to hear more

 

[Grindallnight]

This is my new favorite thread. You are a great writer!

 

[CyranoJ]

Popping in to say that I met CB on this thread at the F&S forum. Those who know her from here, if you have messages of support to send her I'm sure they wouldn't go amiss.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Popping in to say that I met CB on this thread at the F&S forum. Those who know her from here, if you have messages of support to send her I'm sure they wouldn't go amiss.

Her? Check through some of 'her' original threads. Pretty sure it's a guy. Posing as a girl. I did send a message as a show of support, which I've since deleted after having been advised by several members of Lit that the whole thing is a crock. After reading that thread you have linked there, I had some issues. I have come through rape. I know how long legal procedures take, and it's very rarely it's resolved and nicely wrapped up as quick as 'hers' seems to be.

But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it is a girl, and maybe she's super lucky that everything was carried out so efficiently. Even the therapy, the little butt-tapping daddy gave her, that she just had to share, the suicide attempt, the fact that she's gone straight out after such a traumatic experience, in her words, and just hopped on a dick as soon as she could.

I really don't mean to cause offence, I honestly don't. That thread made me regress, have nightmares, cry, all the shit I want to NOT be doing anymore. If it's real, then it's horrible. If it's not real, then... I can't even think of words to describe how that makes me feel that someone would make it up. I was raped, once I admitted what had happened, it took weeks for me to get the help I needed. But hey, maybe wherever 'she' is help like that is easy to get.

Whatever. It's very well written for such a horrible experience. Reads like a nice little fantasy.