Fortunate Timing (closed for cbelle02)

[Bevatoria]

Having her like this was such a thrill for Corey, and as he looked down on Natalie's heaving chest, her body taking all he wanted to give to her, he wondered how he could ever look at her the same again. They were coworkers, supposed to work together in a professional environment on projects and meetings. Yet, every time he passed her in the hallway, every time he stole a glance at her at work or texted her, he knew that all he would see was this. Her, sprawled on her bed, naked, clamped, plugged. The feeling of his cock emptying inside of her mouth and throat, the sight of Natalie's athletic body spasmed in orgasm.

One he'd forced upon her.

The mood lingered as he pulled out of her slowly, his softening member dipping as he reached to unclamp her nipples. The fact her nipples were hard and body was marked with the abuse excited him further, even as he was still somehow conscious of the fact that he really didn't want to permanently mark her. Her skin was flawless and attractive, and he wanted to just nick her once in a while, not ruin it. She was a goddess, a whiteboard for him to draw on and then be erased so he could do it again. That was the pleasure he craved.

To do this again and again and again, to find new ways to debase her, push her...punish her?

A few moments later - enough respite for him - he walked into her vision on the other side of the bed and slipped off his shirt, the garment joining his shirt and pants on the ground. His cock started to harden again with angry excitement as he moved over her, rough hands moving up her body, thumbs tweaking her nipples as one moved to grab her hair as he moved on top of her.

"I'm not done with you yet." He said huskily, darkly. This was a work night, but that didn't mean there wasn't time for a bit more fun...

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"Hey, I'm not done with you yet." teased Laura. Even as Corey good naturedly went back into her cubicle to look over a few more figures, those words brought him back to that night. About fucking Natalie hard and fast after using her mouth for his pleasure, after watching her touch herself-

Madness lies down that path. He squeezed his eyes shut, having missed what his coworker was saying. "Sorry, could you repeat that? Lost my train of thought." He smiled in embarrassment. After a few more moments, he turned to leave, getting a few steps out of the cubicle before getting stopped again.

"Hey Corey, c'mere." This time it was Irene, one of the boss's assistants, her long blond hair flopping as her curls refused to stay still.

He shook his head. "Doesn't anyone think I have actual work to do around here?" Corey had dressed in a dark blue shirt and ash colored pants, and half turned towards Irene - and to Laura as the redhead turned in sudden interest - while he wondered what else could interrupt his day.

"No, come on! We've got a birthday today, remember?"

Corey vaguely remembered signing a card, but hadn't looked at who it was for as he shrugged and followed the women, the small group soon turning into a posse as they formed up to head to the unsuspecting victim's work area, idly wondering where Natalie was...

 

[cbelle02]

Natalie was alone in the office, working late on a project her boss had given her. She was eager to leave, to meet up with Corey afterward for what promised to be another night of debaucherous fun. Her fingers tapped at the keyboard, engrossed in getting her work done as quickly as possible. She didn't hear the footsteps approaching behind her.
It wasn't until she felt the hand on the back of her neck that she realized she wasn't alone. The large hand grasped her neck so that she couldn't turn her head, but she knew who it was.

He pulled her upward from her seat and stood behind her. She groaned when she felt his thick erection press against her ass. Then, he pushed her forward, hard, so that she bent over the edge of her desk, her face smashed into a short stack of papers. She heard the sounds of a belt buckle and pants unzipping. She shivered but didn't say a word. Neither did he. Her skirt was roughly pushed up over her ass with one hand, her ankles kicked apart with little consideration for her comfort.

It was just as she felt the head of his thick cock press against her soaking wet lips, and his voice growl in her ear "Happy fucking birthday," that she was shaken from her fantasy by clicking heels walking in her direction.

Natalie groaned inwardly. Today was her birthday. She had only mentioned it to one of her coworkers offhandedly months ago. She hadn't even told Corey. She never liked to make a big deal of it. But as the group of heels and footsteps approached, she knew that seemingly harmless comment was a mistake. She turned around, pushing a bashful smile to her face. She was aware of everyone in front of her but her eyes made contact with only one person near the back of the group.

Corey.

 

[Bevatoria]

He could only hope the eye contact was fleeting enough not to be noticed, but Corey played along with an easy smile; a genuine look on his face that did not betray the surprise he was feeling. Eventually, Irene managed to get the group of them to sing a rather disjointed Happy Birthday. Corey halfheartedly sang the words, more focused on his own thoughts. Specifically on why she hadn't told him about it...he would've done something for her, albeit discreetly to avoid Adrienna's wrath. Tonight would be tricky, for more reasons then one...

"So no cake, but you're welcome to join us for happy hour. Drinks on us." grinned Irene, looking at Natalie with an expectant look. "Most of the office will be there...those of us not stuck working on the Mason project, anyways."

Corey tried not to bite back his disappointment, as he was one of said people, but he smiled along with the group as they all wished Natalie 'Happy Birthday' in turn. He lingered a bit, not wanting to give too much away as he wasn't the last to leave, indulging in putting his hand on her shoulder with a smile, and a look.

"Happy Birthday, Natalie." He'd say more by text, of course, but for now he had to get back to his desk and haul ass if he wanted to see his bed before Saturday began. He ended up ripping through it, barely noticing as people left the office which left him as one of the few people in the building. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulled his phone out as he leaned back from his desk for a moment, typing out a message to the only person on his mind at the moment:

I'd like to see you so I can try to give you a 'gift' of sorts...even if it's not tonight. He smirked at the thought of Natalie having a bit of booze in her; she didn't seem like the type but just because he hadn't indulged her wild side in that particular way didn't mean she couldn't drink him under the table. Deciding he could use a bit of an escape, he typed out something else, keeping his phone on his desk as he kept typing.

Where are you now? Truth be told, he was weighing just coming in tomorrow and finishing his stuff then, as he wasn't sure he'd be able to pull it off tonight...as much as he hated working weekends.

 

[cbelle02]

Natalie blushed and laughed softly as the whole group sang happy birthday to her. But it was Corey's "Happy Birthday, Natalie," that somehow made the most impact on her. She focused on Irene as the woman invited her to join them for happy hour at a local bar after work. She knew Corey wouldn't be able to make it but hid her disappointment with a grin. She didn't go out often and normally wouldn't choose to but she didn't want to let the group down.

"Thanks guys!" She said appreciatively, "I'll be there, definitely. I can't pass up free birthday drinks, right?"

Soon they filtered away, Corey too, but not before putting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing a bit more firmly than necessary and sharing a look with her that sent bolts of heat to her loins. Then he walked off. Irene was the last to go, giving her a hug before leaving too.

Corey was buried deep in his work when it was time to leave so Natalie didn't bother saying goodbye. It would have been a special trip back to his desk that might have raised suspicion. Instead, she left the building, and joined her coworkers at the bar.

She had a fun time. It was nice to see what everyone was like outside of work and to hear all their gossip. After a couple drinks, the conversation turned to who they'd love to hook up with at the office. "What about you, Nat? Any of the men you'd like to get a hold of?" Irene asked with a grin.

Natalie blushed, pictures of Corey flashing in her mind. She shook her head. "Nah, I guess I haven't really thought about it."

"Liar." Irene laughed, but before she could insist, Olivia piped in. "You know who I think is fucking hot? Corey. God, I bet he's got some skills in bed."

Natalie tried not to glare at her or bristle noticeably. She had no right to be jealous of course, especially since Corey had showed no desire himself toward the other women. But what if she made a move? Would he resist? He wasn't necessarily exclusive to Natalie.

Fortunately, the conversation moved on and after a few more drinks Natalie was feeling quite buzzed. Her phone beeped with a text and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. It was from Corey.

I'd like to see you so I can try to give you a 'gift' of sorts...even if it's not tonight

She shuddered and started to reply but got his second text. Where are you now?

She replied Still at the bar. I think we're about to leave. What about you? Still at work?

Natalie returned to the group and after another round of happy birthday and one more drink, an hour later, people began to disperse. She had offers drive her home but Natalie decided to take a cab. After seeing his text that he was still at work, she in her tipsy logic, thought it'd be a great idea to go back to the office. She wanted to see Corey and surprise him. Of course it didn't occur to her that, if anyone else was there, it might seem suspicious. She wasn't on the Mason project so she couldn't pretend to be working on it. But that didn't matter to her now.

She called a cab and soon arrived back at her office. Most of the lights were off, but she made her way to her floor. It was almost completely empty except for a few lights on in an office or cubicle. She approached Corey's desk from behind. He seemed to be immersed in his work and didn't hear her.

"Hi." She said softly, leaning against the wall behind him.

 

[Bevatoria]

Yeah. He sighed as if she could hear him, a breath escaping him as he looked back at the screen. It looked like there'd be some weekend work for him, but as he squeezed his eyes shut, he typed out another message - Let me know when you're home and I'll meet you there but didn't send it, instead getting back to work so he could avoid sleeping in the office again. But the harder he pushed, the more the numbers seemed to not make sense, and he furiously typed, clicked, muttered epithets under his breath - grateful the only people left in the building were him and the janitors at this point - his anger boiling in him as he fumed and raged silently, wishing he had something to take it out on-

"Hi."

The voice came from behind him, and it was only his brain numbing haze that kept him from jumping up as he half spooked anyways. Corey spun his chair around and let his lips curl into a wolfish smile. "Gave me a heart attack, Nat." He could call her that since there was nobody around, but there was still an element of danger from a returning coworker (of which Adrianna would be a prime candidate)...but if anything, seeing her here now was releasing the tension from him, in a way. He wasn't going to get finished tonight, and would almost certainly be in for a while tomorrow. No sense wasting his energy on work now.

Especially when there seemed to be so many other ways to 'waste' it at the moment. He stood up slowly, feeling a familiar (if foreign in this particular building) feeling coming over him as his eyes ran over her, the darkness of the evening and the lack of light framing Nat's body as she leaned against the wall. He walked towards her slowly. "Looks like you had a good time at the bar..."

She seemed unsettled to him, almost, fidgety. As he got close to her, he could smell why, and he sniffed the air, his smile disappearing briefly as he did. "Are you...drunk, Natalie?" Although his tone was one of questioning and mock accusation, truth be told he didn't actually care; it was probably her lack of judgment that had brought her here instead of to her home.

The real question was what was altering his; the answer was in his eyes as he shook his head. "Well, I had thought about giving the birthday girl a 'gift', but if you're being bad, coming back to the office to tempt me when I'm trying to get some work done..." Corey's tone was husky, and he leaned into her ear as if to kiss her neck before he grabbed her hair and yanked it to the side, slightly, tilting her towards a nearby desk (which also had the additional effect of arching her chest towards him.

"...that sounds like something a bad girl would do, and not a birthday girl who deserves a gift." He couldn't resist stealing a glance meaningfully down her top, eying her outfit distractedly as he couldn't help thinking about what was under it...

 

[cbelle02]

Natalie couldn't help the impish little grin on her face as Corey turned around to face her. "Gave me a heart attack, Nat." He said, walking toward her. It felt so taboo, being here with him like this. She knew they were alone but even in her drunken state she could feel the tension of the possibility of getting caught. She shouldn't be here. But that didn't matter at the moment.

"Looks like you had a good time at the bar..." He continued as he approached. Natalie nodded. "I did. A great time. Lots of free drinks and office gossip." She laughed. "But you..." She pointed a finger at him a little sloppily, "had more important things to do than celebrate my birthday with me..."

Corey frowned and sniffed the air. "Are you...drunk, Natalie?" He asked, his tone changing now. She wasn't sure if he was seriously upset with her or playing around. Normally, she could tell the difference.

"I..." She started, feeling guilty. "It's my birthday..." She said, pouting with a small shrug. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in her petite frame with a hungry gaze.

"Well, I had thought about giving the birthday girl a 'gift', but if you're being bad, coming back to the office to tempt me when I'm trying to get some work done..." He continued and Natalie shivered. She gasped as he leaned in, grasping her hair tightly and yanking her head back. She thought he would kiss her, ached for his lips on her flesh, but he didn't indulge her.

"...that sounds like something a bad girl would do, and not a birthday girl who deserves a gift." Corey finished, his eyes trailing down to where her sleeveless top gapped open. She'd worn the top to work, but kept a cardigan over it to keep it more modest, but without it now, a generous amount of cleavage was easily exposed. "I'm sorry..." She cried out, his grip on her hair becoming painful now. "I just wanted to see you."

She wasn't sure what Corey was going to do next, but her trepidation was mixed with a pulse of liquid heat between her thighs and a tell tale tightening of her nipples. "I know...it was wrong...putting us both at risk like this..." She gasped out. "I know I deserve to be punished, Sir."

 

[Bevatoria]

Her protests fuelled him, but Corey couldn't help but feel a bit sorry himself as he heard her cry of pain; the tiniest bit of guilt seeping in. It was quickly extinguished by the excellent view down her top, one that had been hidden by the cardigan she'd had on earlier. "Sure you did..." He intoned, but he could feel the seriousness in his tone giving to lust the craving he felt running through him.

"I know...it was wrong...putting us both at risk like this..." As she gasped out, Corey's eyes focused on her tenting nipples against her thin shirt, his mind idly wondering what else she was (or wasn't) wearing, letting go of her hair as his eyes blazed into hers.

"I know I deserve to be punished, Sir."

He shivered despite himself. Corey tried to push back the feeling that he was way out of his depth in more ways then one. It was one thing to assert this control behind closed doors, in the privacy of their homes or car or wherever they drove out to, but this was something else entire. This was his office - their office - and this was crazy. There was rules against this, he needed to take her home to where they could enjoy each other properly, privately, but this was too much fun, too exciting. It was like a drug, the adrenaline of doing this here, where they could be caught, found out, fired, humiliated-

"That you do." He tilted his head, his hand running down her cheek tenderly as Corey's eyes softened, just a bit. "But it's your birthday, so I guess I can be nice..." He breathed, leaning in and feeling his eyelids reflexively shut as he pushed his lips against hers, tasting Natalie's sweet lips. His body pushed into hers, muscle memory as Corey longed to feel them entwined together, and his hands teased down to her neck and the fabric of her blouse, rustling the fabric as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to do with it. His tongue made its way into her mouth as he couldn't get enough of her, his breathing going rapid as he gripped the hem of her skirt, teasing it upwards with one hand while his other palmed her breast over the fabric of her top.

When their kiss finally broke and he had her all but pinned against the wall, his breath trailed on her ear with what were intended to be haunting, tempting words.

"...but not too nice." Corey couldn't resist looking at Natalie again, the danger only making her look even sexier if that were possible. His hands went to the top of her blouse, moving to undo the buttons and push it off of her bare shoulders.

As he started to undress her, his eyes never left hers.

 

[cbelle02]

Natalie knew they were entering very dangerous territory, but the combination of the alcohol and being this close to Corey drove any thoughts of danger from her present concerns. Especially when he kissed her and pushed her against the wall, his body covering hers. God, his kisses were like a drug and she couldn't get enough. They were always full of passion, of desire, of hunger. Staking a claim on his property.

She moaned into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor as his hand gripped her breast, her taut nipple pressing into his palm. He finally tore his lips from hers and she could feel his breath heavy against her ear. "But not too nice..." He finished, his words warning of things to come. She shuddered, melting into him.

Then he was undressing her. She became aware of where she was in that moment as he bared her shoulders, pushing her blouse off, but she did nothing to stop him. She couldn't if she tried. She wanted this. Her blouse dropped to the floor, followed soon by her bra. The cool air of the office brushed over her bare skin, tightening her stiff nipples even more and she bit her lip at the sensation.

She reached out to the buttons of his shirt, wanting to see, to touch him as well.

 

[Bevatoria]

Neither of them could get enough, really, and Corey's hands on her blouse got more urgent near the bottom buttons, half yanking it off of her back before he fumbled for her bra catch like a nervous high schooler. It wasn't nerves, exactly, at least about what he - they - were doing, but more about where they were doing it. Still, even as his ravenous, lustful gaze took in her naked torso, he shivered a bit as his shirt shifted under her small hands. His lack of inaction was his consent as she worked to undo his top as well.

His hands betrayed his growing impatience and eagerness, making Natalie's efforts a little more difficult as they traced over her bare, taut stomach; one hand went to palm a naked breast, palming the left side of her bosom while his other hand went under her skirt to tease her sex through the undergarments she was (or wasn't wearing). Corey hissed as he felt her desire there taking tangible form, enjoying the struggle to expose her body completely in the privacy of their work area. The one they shared with others, the one they'd be creating many memories in soon...

As soon as she was done with his shirt, the hand below her skirt grabbed her hand and pulled it to his groin to feel his cock through his pants. "Show me how badly you want it..." He hissed.

 

[cbelle02]

Natalie's hands fumbled on his shirt as he palmed her bare breast, his other teasing under her skirt. She finally managed to finish unbuttoning his shirt when she felt his fingers brush over her bare sex. She hadn't worn underwear today. Not because she thought this would happen, but because she liked having a naughty little secret that no one else knew. Except Corey knew now. She moaned aloud as his fingers dipped between her wet lips, his other hand pulling at her swollen nipple. "Corey..." She gasped out, her legs opening for more of his touch.

But then his hand was gone, grabbing her own and pulling it to the unmistakable bulge in his crotch. "Show me how badly you want it..." Corey hissed, his eyes flaring. She groaned as her hand covered the thick bulge. The alcohol erased any inhibition she may have had and she eagerly dropped to her knees, looking up at him as she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She wasted no time parting his fly, sliding her hand inside and freeing his rock hard erection.

"Oh fuck, I need this so badly." She groaned, stroking him firmly before pressing her lips to his head. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was aware that she was about to give a blow job. At work. At Corey's desk. Where they could be discovered any minute if someone decided to come in. But she didn't stop. In fact, that thought only made it hotter. Then she took him eagerly into her mouth, pushing deep, her tongue working along his shaft as her head bobbed around him.

 

[Bevatoria]

Natalie's pavlovian response to his touch between her legs emboldened Corey, and further pushed from his mind that almost anyone walking in right now would mean the end of their careers here. All that mattered was the two of them lustfully enjoying one another, and his eager fingertips tasted her wetness as he growled at the feel of her not wearing any panties. "Fuck..." He breathed, but things were only escalating as his body tingled with anticipation for what was about to happen.

She didn't disappoint him, feeling his length before she dropped to a familiar position on her knees. "Oh fuck, I need this so badly." She wasn't the only one, and Corey fought to keep from just throwing his head back and enjoying her servicing him. This has more then the immediate dangers, as he knew now that he'd think about this a lot at work; of them being here doing this. Of Natalie, the supposedly prim and proper coworker, on her knees in front of him. Half naked, sucking his cock as her sounds of her slurping and sucking filled the office.

Even as he tenderly stroked her hair, his hand occasionally tensing its grip on her whenever she licked him in the right spot or took him entirely, he spoke harshly, vividly.

"Is this what you were thinking about at the bar, Natalie? As you gossiped with the people that come through here every day, all you really wanted was to be here..." He reached down to pinch her nipple and twist it a bit. "On your knees, wearing no panties like a bad girl..." He tugged on the nub a bit before he let go of her breast to thrust his cock all the way into her mouth as he held Natalie's head there. "...sucking me off like the slut that you are."

After a moment, he let her pull off, looking down at her work with something resembling approval, even as he knew there was another part of her body he wanted to have his cock in right now...

 

[cbelle02]

His words and tone only spurred Natalie on. Why did it make her so hot to hear him call her a slut? To practically degrade her for her choice of (or lack of) attire. She gagged just a little when he pushed her down on his cock. When he finally released her, she sucked in a breath. Her eyes watered slightly as she stared at his glistening cock. She kissed the head softly, looking up at him, loving the look he gave her.

"We did talk a lot at the bar tonight." She said, continuing to drop little kisses and flicks of her tongue over him. "In fact, I learned that Olivia would just love to jump your bones. I bet she'd love to be in my position, sucking your cock. She'd probably beg you to fuck her tight little pussy, too." She took him in her mouth again, suctioning tightly around him, bobbing her head fast and deep for a few moments before pulling off again.

"Would you fuck her?" She asked, looking up at him

 

[Bevatoria]

Corey wasn't sure whether to be turned on or scared...or maybe a bit of both...as Natalie describe his coworkers' apparent lust for him. It wasn't as if he and the guys hadn't casually discussed their female compatriots in terms of desirability, but to hear Natalie talk about it so openly was unbelievably exhilarating.

Or maybe it was the fact she seemed to suck him better while she talked about it, the idea of him having other women in the office, her tongue and lips pleasuring him in tandem with her dirty words...and then she asked the question. The two of them weren't exclusive, exactly, and Corey found himself wondering about which answer would turn Natalie on more rather then what he really wanted.

But that wasn't what had made their relationship work so far. Brutal, depraved honesty had, and pushing even farther.

"I could." He hissed, his eyes meeting hers; an answer without telling her everything. "But why would I want to fuck her when I have you, Natalie..." His cock hung, glistening (although anything but limp) as he stroked her hair before he backed away. She was so enticing, and he watched her breathe, wondering if he'd pushed too far while she was tipsy, or if this was the beginning of another threshold being broken in their relationship.

"But you want your present now, don't you....a big, hard gift to stick inside of you..." They were still alone, and Corey felt like testing her again. At this point, if they were going to get caught, they might as well get fired for something incredible, right?

"So take off your fucking skirt, go to your desk, and wait for me there..."

 

[cbelle02]

Whatever this was between them, Natalie wasn't sure. It wasn't dating. But it wasn't exactly just fucking either. She cared for him and she was pretty sure he cared for her in some way. They'd never made it exclusive but she hadn't seen anyone else since meeting him and if he had, he hadn't mentioned it.

So when she asked the question, she wasn't really sure what answer she was looking for. The one he gave her made her feel satisfied, validated, special. But maybe there was a part of her that wanted to hear something else, even if it made her a little jealous, that he would fuck another woman . Maybe even force her to watch. God, was she that depraved?

Corey was stepping back from her and she looked up to meet his eyes. "But you want your present now, don't you....a big, hard gift to stick inside of you..."

Natalie moaned, feeling a hot pulse between her legs at his words. She nodded and stood on slightly shaky legs.

"So take off your fucking skirt, go to your desk, and wait for me there..." He ordered.

Natalie looked around. Of course the office was still empty, but at least behind this desk and wall she felt a little safer. Now she would have to walk, nude, through the office to her desk. But she wouldn't say no. Quietly and quickly, she did as she was told, letting her skirt drop to the floor. Nervously, she stepped out and walked toward her desk. Her heels seemed to click extra loudly across the tile floor and the short walk to her desk felt like miles.

Finally, she reached her desk and ducked into the cubicle. It felt incredibly invigorating to be completely naked in a place where she was usually pretty conservatively dressed and behaved. She leaned against her desk and waited for Corey.

 

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Her nervousness excited him, and made Corey forget about his own as he watched her stride, naked, towards her cubicle and desk. He idly pulled up his pants and boxers for the moment, as if having any kind of modesty would save him if they were caught here...it was clear at this point that they were alone in the office, save for soft light of the stars and moon (and the ones still on at his desk. He left her wait for a moment before he walked slowly, his aching member shifting beneath the fabric of his pants as he strode towards her.

The sight of Natalie, leaning against her desk, totally nude except for her heels...he bit back the breath he was holding, taking his position behind her. "Don't turn around." He said hoarsely, and the sound of his pants and boxers being lowered down - and the clinking of his belt - seemed to sound ten times as loud in the suddenly quiet office. One rough hand trailed up her bare back, and he finally let the breath out as he shifted, standing directly behind her.

He slapped one of her cheeks, watching it jiggle before repeating it with the other. "Bad girls do deserve a spanking...." He taunted, his hands starting at her shoulders, running down her bare back, her spine, to her ass as he squeezed it. "...maybe later."

Right now, his mind was on one thing only as his hard, glistening cock brushed Natalie's rear. Abruptly, he pushed her forward, not satisfied with how she was bent for him as one large hand grabbed her head and pinned it to the desk harshly, but carefully. Unwittingly, he was fulfilling a part of her fantasy as he forced her legs apart with his knee, taking a moment to position his manhood behind her as he readied himself to take her.

Before he did, though, he let out a soft whisper and a peck on her cheek as he leaned over to her pinned body. "Happy fucking birthday."

Then, he went back and indulged himself as he shoved his hard cock into her in one thrust. The first of the night, but not the last as he started to pound her against her desk, in the middle of the work place they shared.

 

[cbelle02]

Natalie trembled as she felt Corey step up behind her, heard his pants drop to the ground, felt his cock against her backside. She cried out softly when he smacked her ass, the sound echoing through the empty office. His hand ran up her back and pushed her forward. Her breasts pressed into the cool desk, her hands out in front of her. He roughly pinned her head down against the desk, her cheek pressed against the hard metal of her paperweight.

He had no way of knowing just how close he was to acting out her fantasy this morning. And yet it felt like he'd taken notes. Especially when he whispered "Happy Fucking Birthday" before pushing deep inside her. She gasped and cried out loudly as he filled her in one stroke. He didn't waste any time, starting to pound her mercilessly right there on her desk. Her computer shook, pens and papers fell to the floor unnoticed. She tried to grasp at anything she could, needing leverage. She crumpled papers in her fist, not caring if they were important.

She tried to turn her head to look back at him but his large hand held her in place. Corey rammed her hard, the sound of their fucking filled the office. If anyone walked in, it would be unmistakable what they were doing and exactly where. But the thought turned her on even more.

 

[Bevatoria]

She didn't get to look back, as Corey grunted while pounding his submissive, bent partner over her desk at work. It was her birthday, sure, but if she wanted it that badly, she'd take it however she could. He felt her head pressed awkwardly against the desk, her struggling against it, and smirked as he watched her flail for something to push on to. A dark emotion surged within him as she blindly grasped, crushing a document that hopefully wouldn't matter on Monday. But that was the point; it didn't matter that they could get fired, that her desk was messed up, that they probably should be doing that home.

All that mattered was now, and the feeling of her tight hole around him.

He grunted again with a particularly deep and hard thrust, knowing he was probably bruising her pelvis. "Think about this on Monday when you're at your desk." said Corey huskily, pushing into her one more time, grabbing her hair for his own leverage. "About being naked, fucked...your desk a mess." He kept pushing into her, harder, more desperately, his voice getting lighter as he neared his end. "Your body a mess as I do whatever I want with it."

The slapping of his body colliding with hers was more urgent, faster, as he felt his climax coming between the work of her mouth and her pussy around him, but Corey wasn't going to finish until she got hers...

 

[cbelle02]

Pens, her stapler, more papers fell to the floor, some flying out into the aisle as Corey pounded into her. Natalie's cries weren't held back, despite their location. Restraint wasn't even a concept. His thrusts were hard, deep, some even painful as he fucked her relentlessly. It was overwhelming.

Oh, she would definitely be thinking about this Monday, and probably for several days, or weeks after that. She wouldn't be forgetting this anytime soon, Corey had seen to that. "Yes!" She cried. "My body is yours. Use it however you want!" She gasped, as Corey grabbed tightly to her hair, yanking her head back hard.

She felt her orgasm building deep within her, despite the bruising blows he gave her cervix, despite the discomfort she felt in her awkward position. Every wild thrust drove her closer and closer until it felt like her entire pelvis exploded in an intense climax. She yelled out her pleasure, gasping as it took her over, her pussy clenching and releasing his cock as she came, spasming around him. Juices drenched his cock, probably even onto the floor.

Her orgasm left her wrecked, completely exhausted as she collapsed against her desk. But Corey didn't stop. The pounding never diminished, except now it was almost too much for her sensitive pussy. "Ah! Please!" She cried, as Corey continued to fuck her, driving toward an orgasm of his own.

 

[Bevatoria]

It wasn't much longer for him, as Natalie's pussy clenching around his erect member brought him to his end, too. "Ughhh...." Between the feel of her body being pounded by his and her dirty, naughty words (ones that would linger with him for as long as this coupling would stick with Natalie), Corey only held back for the minimum amount of time after her orgasm drenched him before shooting his seed deep inside of her body. Soon, the sound of the thumping of his body against hers was only replaced by heavy breathing and awkward shuffling as Corey reluctantly disengaged from her, viewing Natalie's prone body with approval.

It was now the realization of where they were hit him, and he tried to clean up as best as he could, not wanting to make it blatantly obvious that either two people had fucked over this desk or a tornado had only hit one part of the office....although a thought hit him as he started to pick up a stapler. She'd been so willing so far, maybe she'd keep playing along, as the view of her naked body got him excited again.

"I'll bring your stuff over while you clean up." Clearly, he was done for the night in more ways then one, but the thought of a game was occurring to him as he went back to his desk, only shuffling his shirt one as he grabbed her blouse, skirt, and bra to bring them over to her.

As she was finishing putting her desk back in relative order, he opened one of her drawers, dropped her bra into it, and closed it. "Think of it as a memento." Corey looked over her again, and how enticing she looked in the evening darkness, nude, her body freshly fucked.

He handed her blouse and her skirt to Natalie. "Just need to lock up at my desk..."

 

[cbelle02]

It took Natalie a moment to move after Corey had emptied his load inside of her. It wasn't until he spoke that she found it in her to push herself up. He didn't offer her a hand. "I'll bring your stuff over while you clean up." He told her, walking away before she could respond. With a moan, she stood, getting a good look at her surroundings. Still feeling Corey's cum dribbling down her leg, she started to clean up their mess. She picked up the stapler and mess off the floor and straightened everything up on her desk. She groaned when she unraveled the papers she clenched up. It was an important document she needed for an upcoming project. At least it didn't have to be turned in and she could salvage it enough for it's purpose.

She was finishing up when Corey returned, dropping her bra into a desk drawer. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and took the clothes he offered her. She'd have to be careful not to let that garment be seen when she opened the drawer on Monday.

As he went back to his desk to lock up, Natalie quickly dressed. She straightened her skirt and blouse and looked over her desk one last time to make sure everything was in order. It looked normal, but she knew she'd never be able to see it the same again. Taking a deep breath, she clicked off her light and walked to meet Corey at his desk.

 

[Bevatoria]

Corey only wished he didn't have to come back tomorrow as reality briefly overtook him as he powered his computer down and locked up. Seeing Natalie come back brought him back to the fun they'd had and he leaned over and pulled her in for a quick - yet deep - kiss, lingering over her ear for a dangerous whisper. "Maybe next time I'll surprise you..." he said huskily, making another check to ensure he didn't leave anything behind before he walked with Natalie out of their office, not hearing anyone else but them as they got to the elevator.

It was hard as they walked as all he could think about - especially since he'd left Natalie braless and he could see her nipples tenting against the fabric of her blouse - was fucking her again. In the hallway, pressed against the marble wall, her legs circled around his hips. In the elevator, the guard watching as he took her from behind, and he couldn't help but fidget a bit as they got to his car, where he opened the door for her.

As he started the car, intending to take her to her place (and probably stay the night), as he turned the key in the ignition, he decided to see if she wanted to play a bit as they drove.

"Undo one more button on your blouse, Natalie."

 

[cbelle02]

Corey kissed her when she met him at his desk and the words whispered in her ear made her shudder. They walked quietly out of the office and she too was having trouble not imagining being fucked in every area they passed. But finally, they exited the building into the cool night air. The breeze stiffened her nipples even more as they walked to his car.

Corey started the drive to her house, hoping he would come in for a while and maybe even stay the night. She definitely didn't want this night to be over. For the first few minutes they didn't talk much. But then, his eyes straight ahead and both hands on the wheel, he spoke.

"Undo one more button on your blouse, Natalie." It wasn't a request or a suggestion, but a command. The tone of us voice gave Natalie a thrill. She reached up and did as she was told, opening a button, revealing quite a bit of deep cleavage. She didn't speak, but placed her hands back on her thighs, waiting for his response.

 

[Bevatoria]

This was...Corey couldn't believe he was doing this. That she was letting him do things to her, pushing both of them in ways he could never have imagined the day he saved her life in the beach. It had just been a good deed, something he would have done for anyone, but now with the two of them being entangled like this it felt...thrilling. In a dark and torturous way as he glanced over quickly - he was driving after all - to watch her expose herself just a bit more for him.

It seemed like anything was possible when they were together, and as he stopped at a light on the mostly quiet streets, he couldn't wait to see just how far she'd let him go, or if she'd ever stop him. "Do you want to play a game, Natalie?" He teased. "You're going to answer every one of my questions, and if you get more turned on while answering, you'll either pull your skirt up a bit, or undo another button on your blouse..." His tone indicated this wasn't a request, and he stole another glance at her before the light turned green.

She was so incredibly hot, and it wasn't just her body, but the way she completely submitted to him...

"How did you feel when you heard that other women in the office wanted to fuck me?" It was fortunate that the streets were fairly quiet, as Corey - while still focusing on the road - wanted to just pull over and torment poor Natalie for a while, watch her bring herself up again in arousal and desire.

"Would you feel the same way if you knew that the other guys in the office wanted to fuck you? To have you the same way I could have you every night if I wanted?"

 

[cbelle02]

"Do you want to play a game, Natalie?" Corey asked and she looked over at him curiously. "What kind of game?"

He smirked a bit. "You're going to answer every one of my questions, and if you get more turned on while answering, you'll either pull your skirt up a bit, or undo another button on your blouse..."

Natalie nodded. "Ok."

His first question took her by surprise. "How did you feel when you heard that other women in the office wanted to fuck me?"

How could she answer that? Should she be truthful and tell him her mixed feelings? Or just what she thought would be sexiest? Would he know if she lied? She took a deep breath before finally answering.

"Honestly...I felt...kind of jealous. Of course, I couldn't tell her about us, but I also felt kind of proud to be fucking the guy others wanted. I know I have no...claim...on you, but thinking of you with someone else...on one hand makes me feel jealous and on the other hand really turns me on, thinking of you fucking someone else."

He seemed to reflect on her answer for a moment. Instead of responding he asked a follow-up question.

"Would you feel the same way if you knew that the other guys in the office wanted to fuck you? To have you the same way I could have you every night if I wanted?"

That thought had never occurred to her, the idea that others in the office might find her attractive. Not that she didn't think she was attractive, but it had never crossed her mind. "I...I don't know." She pulled at the bottom of her skirt, showing a bit more thigh. "I guess...it would be a bit of an ego boost. Everyone likes to be wanted. But...I don't think I'd ever do anything, unless it was something you allowed and wanted."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I guess...it would be a bit of an ego boost. Everyone likes to be wanted. But...I don't think I'd ever do anything, unless it was something you allowed and wanted." Fuck... He half breathed the word at the thought of it; of how serious work place relationships of any kind were frowned upon and yet she was offering to place herself in his hands, again. One relationship was risky enough, and while whispers and rumors always were passed about, action was never taken without concrete evidence...like being seen fucking over at somebody's desk.

"What turns you on more? Watching or being watched?" Corey knew his answer, but he wanted to really get inside Natalie's head, to take advantage of her mood, of her submission, of the night closing in on both of them.

"When was the last time you touched yourself?" His cock stirred at her answer, and he continued along the same lines.

"Were you thinking of me?

Of course she was, but he enjoyed inflating his own ego, too...his voice was getting lower, deeper, as he struggled to keep from just watching her...it was worth asking whether she had more of a hold on him then him on her.