Men are dogs. Plain and simple. If you don't believe it, look at me.
As I pressed the elevator button for the floor where my office was located, I reflected, with no small amount of guilt, on my little adventure with my secretary, Mariska the previous day.
Gad, why did I let it happen? Why?
When I kissed my wife's lips that night, all I could think of were Mariska's lips. Around my cock. All I wanted at that moment was to die and turn to dust.
What would my wife think of her loving husband if she'd known that just two hours before, I was blowing a massive sperm load into my secretary's mouth?
It all happened so suddenly. When Mariska saw that I was stressed out, she began to give me a massage, and ended up giving me the blowjob of my life, sucking my cock, balls and even my butthole - something I had never experienced before - like a pornstar.
As I thought about it in the elevator, I began to get hard.
Dog! Disgusting dog! I chastised myself. I should feel guilt about what I did.
Will there be awkwardness in the office from now on? Will Mariska behave weirdly around me? Will she leave work? That'll be a real pity because she's a really good worker.
And a better cock sucker.
Bastard! There I go again. What am I thinking? Gad, I need to control this filthy mind of mine.
I paused and took a deep breath as I held the door handle at the entrance hall to my office. I needed to act naturally.
I opened the door and stepped in. "Morning!"
Mariska looked up from her computer, smiled professionally.
"Morning Mr A," and then jumped straight to business.
"Rick called, said the shipment was ready, and he's just waiting for your go ahead. Also, I followed up with Jack - his shipment arrived safely yesterday." She rattled off a few more updates and todo's before I thanked her and went into my office.
Well, that went well. It was like nothing happened between us. Good.
The rest of the morning passed in the same way, with Risk, as I preferred to call her, coming in and out of my office.
We ordered Chinese for lunch and, as as was our habit, we ate together in my office. I tried my best to hide my unease.
"You look a bit uneasy, Mr A."
Fuck. So much for trying.
"Is it because I sucked your cock yesterday?"
I choked on my food, coughed. I think a tiny piece of noodle popped out of my nostril as I did.
Time to come clean. "Yes, Risk. I feel as uneasy as hell. We really shouldn't have done that, and we should never do it again."
"Why not, Mr A?" Was she for real?