I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was every bit as wonderful as I knew she would be. Obedient, naturally so, a natural. It was in her bones, she instinctively understood and obeyed the rules. Her pussy had smelt sweetly of sex, enticing me in, she had cast a spell over me.
How could somebody who had allowed 40 cocks to invade her - correction as of last night 41 cocks - how could somebody as sexual as her be so innocent? I chuckled as I said out loud 'She's an innocent cock thirsty slut.' A beautiful paradox ...a hideous paradox.
Her words last night had penetrated my soul and strangulated my heart. This ceased to be a battle of egos a long while back, evolving messily and unpredictably yet naturally and in a strange way beautifully into a battle of hearts.
Naked and on all fours on the dining room table with my friend fucking her cunt with a dildo and me spanking her beautiful rear she had no idea that I was there.
When my friend asked her how many more cocks she would allow in her and when she responded 'only yours' she broke me. She fucking broke me. It was a physical pain that took hold of my entire body, she'd ripped my heart out and she had no idea that she'd done it.
I'd driven straight to the house and paid top dollar for their best prize but I couldn't get hard. It only served to cement in my mind what I already knew. I was intoxicated by her. I was in love with my fucking secretary.
I had to have her.
***
My pussy woke up before I did. I felt a pulsating tingle as she swelled and enjoyed the sensation of the warmth working its way from my clitoris into the depth of my sex. Somehow I'd always instinctively known how to manipulate my body with my mind in this way and I could bring myself to orgasm without even touching myself. I knew I was lucky and I felt empowered by my secret.
I didn't have to open my eyes, I remembered where I was and what had happened last night. Despite knowing that the dull ache in my body, the bruises on my buttocks and pussy were inflicted by him, I felt protected. I was his good little girl.
I glanced over at the clock, 6am. I don't know what time it had been when he had orgasmed inside of me, his hot stream hitting my g-spot and sparking an explosion in my own body that spread to the extremities of my limbs and turned me into jelly. It can't have been long between now and when we'd finally melted into one another and fallen into a deep sleep and yet I was wide awake. More awake than I had ever been.
I rolled over and kissed the spot where his shoulder blades met before silently slipping out of bed and into the shower. I looked down at my naked body as the water cool and soothing massaged my tingling skin. There was an unmistakable handprint covering my cunt, inner thigh and buttock. I should have been horrified but I felt a deep sense of pride. He'd called me his good little girl.
I stepped out of the shower and towled myself off. I left the towel in the bathroom and crept downstairs naked, my waist length hair not quite dry released a drip of water that snaked its way down my back and into the crevice of my buttocks.
I went into the kitchen and set about re-setting it to the immaculate state it had been when I had arrived yesterday afternoon before preparing breakfast. As I walked into the dining room and set down the cafetiere and glasses of orange juice, he walked in right on cue wearing a towel around his waist and sat in the same seat that he was seated in yesterday evening when he had inserted the speculum into my cunt. I smiled at the thought and served him his breakfast.
'Good morning', I said 'did you sleep well?' He responded that he had and we ate breakfast together discussing work and politics and life in general. Both of us enjoying the moment and both of us seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was completely naked.
'Right' he said standing up, 'I have to go to work now. It is ok if you arrive in a little bit later today'. 'We need to be discreet at work don't we?' I asked. 'Yes, my darling', he responded kissing my forehead. 'Will we do this again?', I asked suddenly worried that this could be the last time I felt so complete. 'Of course', he said.
I didn't want to ask but I was desperate to know, so I whispered 'when?'. 'You'll know,' he answered, 'now be a good girl and see to the washing up'. He then disappeared upstairs to get dressed whilst I followed his instructions and cleared the dishes. I felt sure that he knew he didn't have to ask me to do it, I would have done it instinctively but I enjoyed being told and I guess he knew that as well.
He had a talent for entering my space, his space, without my realising. I had just finished drying off the final cup when his body pushed up from me behind and he embraced me. My hands were still holding on to the cup and tea towel but I embraced him with my back, my shoulder blades, my buttocks, my thighs and we stood there looking out of the window soaking each other in.
'See you later', he said slowly unlocking the embrace. He kissed my mouth and was gone.
I dressed, made one last check that the house was absolutely immaculate and then left myself.
It wasn't until I was sat on the train that I realised. I had washed up two plates. He was the only one who ate last night. Unable to assimilate the information into anything cohesive I pushed it aside and went into work.
He didn't give me any signs that day or the following day. We had a brief interaction when in a fit of rage after an altercation with Mr Steamed Salmon I burst into his office and relayed my immature frustrations about my 'idiot' boss. He beckoned me over to his desk and cajoled me in his soft voice whilst he slipped his hands underneath my dress and gently flicked my clit. 'Go easy on him,' he said, 'he's going through a very tough time at the moment'. I was confused. The Finance Director was being nice and understanding about the man who had shown him no mercy at the last Board meeting, ripping into him for a full six hours. How could he be so forgiving? His empathy made me want him even more. He had built up the pace and my body started to flush and tremor as I felt it getting close. 'Cum for me now', he demanded. And I did.
Thursday morning I got my sign.
A note on my desk. 'Tonight,' it said 'stay late, wait for me on the board room table assuming the same position that you did on Monday. Same rules as before, make sure you face away from the door. You can move from your position once the office lights flicker three times, not before'.
Patience is a virtue. I am not virtuous in that respect and the ten hour wait was painfully slow.
Finally, finally, at 7pm when the last of the annoyingly diligent workers had left and I was sure that I was on my own I entered the board room, took off my clothes and knelt on all fours with my anus and cunt fully exposed and ready for when he entered the room.
Five minutes passed and then he entered.
I have never enjoyed having my pussy licked by a man. It has always felt rigid to me, a combination of the man feeling obliged to do so followed by a sense that I was against the clock, the faster I came the harder their ego would be stroked. As such I could never relax and would either fake orgasm or try and lure them away with other treats.
He was different. There was no stroking of egos here. I don't even think he was doing it for my pleasure. He ate me as if he was hungry for my cunt and nothing else. It was passionate and it was primal and my orgasm was overwhelmingly powerful and enhanced mid-way with the forcible introduction of his stiff throbbing cock into my pulsating hungry cunt.
If him licking my cunt was primal then he fucked me like a complete savage. It wasn't pretty lovemaking, it was messy, loud, sweaty, ugly, disgusting sex. He fucked me from behind with every inch of his being, grunting with every thrust, spreading my arse cheeks wide so that he could fill me completely. I pushed back on him, forcing him even further into me, this was not me trying to please my master, this was pure selfish hunger. I was a cock hungry whore desperate for every last inch of him.
He fucked me and I fucked him, with increasing speed and increasing desperation until in one powerful earth shattering crescendo he jetted his seed deep into the heart of me and we screamed together long and deep and primally in ecstasy.
Out of breath, winded, we held our position. Sweat dripping from his chest, my arse, his balls, my cunt, our thighs, our hair. His cock still pumping inside me like he had just cum for the first time in his life. Panting, sticking to each other, we held our position still, neither one of us wanting to end the moment. Holding the position. Holding the position.
When he finally pulled out, I felt his cum seeping out of my cunt. I wished that I could see what it looked like from behind. I wished I could have seen in magnified detail the final act of our filthy performance. I was shaking still, he was shaking. My god, together we were amazing.
I didn't hear him leave but I saw the office lights flash three times and I slowly bought myself to a seated position suddenly remembering where I was. Fucking hell, I'd just been fucked to heaven on the board room table. Less than two weeks ago we'd all been seated at this very table in the monthly board meeting. Less than two weeks ago I started to notice him for the first time. Fuck. Fuck! I had no idea what it was that was taking hold of me, but I wanted more, I wanted it all.
I looked around and saw a piece of paper on the table with me that hadn't been there before. I picked it up.
I read it.
I read it again.
