"Finally! Thank you." I excitedly flex my newly freed arm. It was nice to get that cursed cast off. It will be nice to finally drive myself. As if she could read my mind, Sarah chimed in, "It will be nice to not have to drive you everywhere."
I smiled up at Sarah. As I sat here in the hospital, Sarah faithfully stood next to me. Sarah and I were complicated. Well, not really but we had an unorthodox way of getting to where we are. Sarah and I work at a large company. This company pays well but is demanding. They expected you to put up long hours and sacrifice for it. But, perhaps out of a desire to keep their employees from unionizing or something worse, they took a unique approach to employee satisfaction. Personal secretaries for mid level employees and up. These personal secretaries' jobs were to satisfy their boss. Keep him or her physically satisfied because our jobs are not the most conducive to having dating and social lives. So the company supplied for their employees' needs.
Sarah was my secretary. I am a bit thick and naive. I did not realize that was Sarah's main job. For the first half of our professional relationship, I used her for work instead of using her for work if you catch my drift. But eventually, she showed me and I was smitten. We both grew up a bit sexually repressed socially backwards. So we both have a lot of pent up energy and desires we can only share with each other. Eventually deeper feelings grew and we continued our relationship outside of work.
We are now living together. We are probably the only couple that fuck more outside of the home more than we do in our own bed. At work, she is mine to freely use and request. She has been more than eager to mostly continue that sexual dynamic at home. But as I looked up at her now, my arm cast finally off, my breath catches.
I saw something behind those beautiful eyes that no one else would recognize - lust. Raw and unadulterated adulteration. Sarah said something to me on our vacation. She said when I was better, she wanted to take control. She wanted to experience being the user and me being the used. Though the doctor probably couldn't recognize the fire behind Sarah's eyes, I did. I knew tomorrow was going to be long and hard. I would need coffee in the morning because I did not think I would sleep much tonight.
"So, how are you feeling?" Sarah asked as we entered our shared apartment. It used to be hers. Now ours. She also had a roommate but she was rarely home.
"I'm feeling fine," I responded. Well, at least I tried. A pesky lump seemed to spawn in my throat, blocking the words. So what I actually said was, "I emmmm eyeing."
Sarah smiled. She knew what I meant and why it came out like a clump. She pulled close to me. I had a moment to see before feeling her nipples, erect, trying to break free from her shirt. It just dawned on me that her blouse was white. Of fuck, she was not wearing a bra. She intentionally wore something to drive me crazy. As soon as they pressed against me, I felt my pants grow painfully tight.
Her hands cupped my face as she kissed me. Not once, not twice, not... well you get the picture. I must be the luckiest man in the world to have a woman who is constantly more horny than me. I could tell it meant the world to her that I appreciated it and her. Her whole life she felt ashamed of it. She told me over our vacation. With her career and especially me, she now felt accepted and celebrated for being herself.
As she impatiently undressed me, I was more than happy to celebrate and lift her up. She truly was something wonderful. A truly caring and generous person with a ravenous beast waiting to be freed. And I was more than happy to let it run free. I was also more than happy to close the front door before anyone saw us. Fuck me. She must be in a serious mood if she forgot to close the door.
"You remember what I said on our trip?" She asked in-between kisses.
"Yeah." I do not know why I even tried. The lump in my throat was now so huge nothing came out. I added a nod so she understood.
"Good." She purred. She unconsciously bit her lip, telegraphing that she was debating on what she wanted to do first.
She grabbed me by the shoulders and spun us around. Now, it was she leaning against the wall, not me. She gently pushed me down to my knees. I willingly obeyed. This was not that comfortable. How does she do it so often? Thank goodness we have carpet here compared to the hard tile at work.
She undid her blue jeans and pulled them down to her knees, revealing a pink juicy delight. She had the slightest bit of blonde hair groomed in a way that beckoned me inward and deeper.
Her hands found my hair and pulled me in. I closed my eyes and enjoyed. I kissed and licked her cunt. The smell drove me wild. I fumbled with my own zipper as I ate her. I had to let my cock out, the pain was unbearable. Then, I absentmindedly stroked myself as I found her clit. I sucked. Immediately Sarah bucked her hips and ground on my face. I struggled to breath as her grinding only allowed for the odd gasp of oxygen.
Weirdly, I did not mind. Her juices both repulsed and intoxicated me. My stomach lurched at the thought of what I was consuming and but my loins burned hot at the same thought. Thankfully for my lungs, this did not last long. She pulled me deeper and gripped my scalp painfully as she climaxed on my face. She let me go and I pulled out. I gasped down fresh air. She clutched the lamp stand as her legs spasmed.
