*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rough sex. This story is fantasy and is intended for readers who know and understand the difference between reality and fantasy. None of the acts depicted are meant to be reproduced in real life.
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We were getting careless, reckless. I was confused about my feelings, especially since Raymond had been kicked out of his house. He told me that his split with his wife had nothing to do with me, but I wasn't convinced. The guilt of being the other woman was a lot more than I thought it would be and if I could go back in time, I don't know if I would fuck him. I had been so naive and stupid to think that I could fuck around with Raymond and not get addicted to him. I had fallen in love with him. I was in deep, deeper than his cock hit my insides and deeper than the pit of despair that he had carved out inside of me so he could build himself a home in my heart.
Each day I would drive to work wondering if this was going to be the day that Raymond decided he wanted me. He fluctuated between wanting to fuck me constantly, not being able to get enough, and pushing me away for weeks at a time. I was certain it was just guilt eating him alive from the inside out. I knew about guilt. I'd been feeling it too.
I walked into the office. It was just after 7am and I knew I was early. I needed to catch up on my work. I'd been slacking a lot recently and I knew that all of my laziness was Raymond related. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he pushed me up against the walls of the supply closet and how we fucked in his truck. I thought about how rough he was with me now that he knew I would take anything he dished out. I pictured his face as he fucked me, his eyes wild.
"You're so much hotter than my wife," he would say. Even thinking about it made my pussy wet. I was already horny and the day had barely begun. It was going to be a long one. I looked around the office for Raymond. I hadn't seen his truck outside when I pulled up but I knew I was early. I couldn't wait for him to arrive so I could look at him. He was such a sexy man. He was the best man and I wished I could claim him as my own. I wished he wasn't married with kids. I wished that things were different. I sat down at my desk with my cup of coffee and booted up my computer. It was going to be another long, boring day.
I had been working for a while when I heard Raymond's voice. Chills covered my arms and my pussy gushed so much that I was worried I had soaked through my panties and skirt. I stood up to go to the bathroom just as Raymond walked past my desk.
"Good morning," he addressed me formally. No one would know that we were fucking based on the way he treated me.
"Good morning," I returned the platitude trying not to smile too brightly and give myself away.
"Where are you headed?" Raymond asked me.
"The restroom," I flushed with embarrassment. I wonder what Raymond would have thought if he knew that he was the reason that I had soaked through my panties and needed to visit the restroom. I couldn't tell him with words but I gave him the naughtiest look for just a fraction of a second so only he could see it.
"You look nice today," he said in a tone that sounded perfectly natural and normal. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down the insides of my legs. That's how horny Raymond made me and I had absolutely no control over it. I was a slave to my feelings for him, unable to say no to him. I had let him fuck my ass as hard as he wanted the last time we had fucked. I was ready to sacrifice myself again but I didn't know if he would claim me as his today or not. He was always keeping me guessing and I was tired of it. I needed to figure out a way to lock him down.
"Thank you. So do you," I tried to keep it polite and light but my face was burning hot and I knew that if anyone was watching they would easily see my feelings for him. I was embarrassed for myself. Raymond was old enough to be my father and yet that only seemed to turn me on. He knew what to do with his tongue, his dick, and especially his words. He knew how to take control of me, making me cum until I felt like I might die from the pleasure overload.
"You dropped your pen," he pointed to the floor. "I think you should bend down and get it."
"Bend down and get it?" I asked stupidly. He made me so nervous.
"Yeah. And make sure you bend over nice and deep so I can see you," he gave me a flirty smile.
"I'm not good at being sexy. Why don't you teach me how?" I asked, even as I was bending over and trying my best to be sexy. I was certain my attempts were laughable but he smiled warmly at me.
"Oh, you look good from here. Good thing no one is here yet or we could get ourselves in trouble," our eyes met and I could feel the heat between us. I could feel the way my heart was beating fast and the wetness between my legs was overpowering. I needed Raymond right there on the old, nasty carpet. I needed him so fucking badly. I grabbed the pen and held it up like it was a prize. I wanted to let him load me up with pleasure once again. I gave him a long, lingering look that I knew there was no way he could misinterpret. I could see in his eyes that he still wanted me, even though it was risky. He gave me a little smile, the kind that seals deals.
"We should work on that project we've been procrastinating on," he gave a fake laugh as if I'd said something funny as two of our coworkers walked by. I felt like we were spies pretending to be people that we weren't so we could slink off for a rough fuck somewhere. It felt exciting as he motioned for me to follow him. "I don't think anyone is watching. It's still early. Follow me."
"Wait! Where are we going?"
"We're finding a quiet place to talk about that project we are working on together."
"What project?"
"This one," he pulled me toward the men's bathroom and pushed the door open with his free hand while pulling me along after him with the other. He looked happy and I guess I could see why. Once I was inside he turned the lock on the bathroom door so that the deadbolt was in place. "We alone enough for you?"
"Raymond?"
"Yes, babe?" he pulled me to him and kissed me. "You feel so fucking good, so much better than my wife. You're sexier than her too. Sometimes I think I'm married to the wrong woman. I've been wanting you so much lately. We've been fighting. She kicked me out."
"She did?" I processed this piece of information, my mind immediately flashing to him and I being able to really be together as a real couple.
"Yeah. We're in counseling but I think this might be it. She might be done with me and want a divorce!" He shook his head back and forth slowly before burying his face in his hands and sighing loudly.
"Well, isn't that kind of a good thing?" I asked him. "I mean, now you'll get to do things your way like you're always wishing you could. And now you can have me for real."
"I can?" he asked. "Even your tight, little asshole?"
"Yes! you can have anything you want!" I said with enthusiasm.
"Right here?" he asked. He grabbed me and picked me up, placing me in a sitting position on the counter. I straddled him as he pushed his hardening cock against my pussy through our clothes. "I think we are wearing too many clothes. Get naked with me!"
"We can't! We'll get caught! We'll get in trouble and get fired!"
"Shhh. Just be quiet," he said in a loud whisper as he pulled his shirt off. My hands instantly reached for his hard chest and I rubbed my hands all over him as he pulled at my blouse until he had it off of me. His hands worked quickly on my bra until that too was in a pile on the counter next to us. My skirt was next and then my panties. We were finally both naked and we kissed deeply, realizing that this was the first time we had been fully naked together. We were always sneaking around, trying to get a fuck in between work projects without our coworkers finding out about our affair.
The sneaking around was tiresome but it was all worth it in moments like these when Raymond's attentions were fully on me. I felt like the most special girl in the world. I knew I was in love with Raymond but I wondered if he was capable of being in love with me too while he was still married. I wondered if he loved his wife or me more and there was a part of me that hoped he loved me the best. He had told me he was thinking about me. He had told me all the things I wanted to hear to get in my pussy. I knew this. Why was I falling for him so hard?
"Open those legs, beautiful. I want to taste that pussy." He stared me down and I was weak beneath his gaze. I felt my legs open for him as if he was in command of me. I was no longer in control. I was in Raymond's grip as his mouth met my pussy. He was so skilled at eating pussy and I knew that I was going to cum almost instantly from the technique he was using with his tongue. I was fighting back screams as my body jumped in response to the feverish tongue lashing my pussy was receiving. I couldn't believe how my body was bucking and thrashing on that bathroom counter. There would be bruises later from the way the counter met my back but I didn't give a fuck. I didn't care about anything but Raymond and I wanted him inside of me.
"Teach me, Raymond. Teach me how to be sexy for you," I said softly. I whimpered, begging him to fuck me. "Please..."
"I'll teach you everything, beautiful." He was so smooth I could feel my heart wrapping around him, gripping him tightly. I needed this. I needed him. I had no idea how I had let this get so intense. I screamed loudly, not caring about the office. I just wanted Raymond. Maybe it would be a blessing if we both got fired. Then we could run away and be together the way that I needed to be with him.
"Fuck me!" I finally begged him. "I need your cock in me."
