The Road To Darker Desires Pt 02

The Road to Darker Desires -- Part 2

Donna and Tom finally got the kitchen and themselves cleaned up after their morning's sexual adventures. They were both fully satisfied and looked forward to relaxing in each other's arms. Unfortunately, life goes on and neither one was able to play hooky from work today. Tom had a construction project that needed to be finished up, and Donna had meetings scheduled throughout the day she couldn't miss. Reluctantly they kissed goodbye and went their separate ways.

As Tom drove to work, he could feel the slight ache in his dick. He gave himself a gentle rub to soothe it. He was not going to complain about any discomfort. He had more sex in the last 24 hours than he had had all month. The slight discomfort was a reminder of how well things had been going and the exciting turn his love life had taken.

As he pulled into the worksite, he had to adjust himself to be less conspicuous. He made his way to the foreman's trailer and grabbed himself some coffee as he hummed himself a tune.

"Someone seems happy today," remarked Lori, the company's secretary/bookkeeper.

"Uh, yeah. Just happy the project is almost done."

"Uh huh. If you say so," she replied.

"I do say so. Have you seen Rita?"

"She's probably at the loading dock, last shipment came in this morning. And she seemed pretty pissed you weren't here to receive it."

"Damn, she's gonna kill me."

"Nah, probably just some minor castration, but she won't kill you."

Tom took his coffee out to the loading dock and settled himself in for a major ass chewing. Even though he was the boss, Rita had no qualms about putting him in his place.

As Tom rounded the corner approaching the loading dock, he was greeted by the sight of Rita bent over a pallet of Moroccan tile. The full roundness of her ass was enough to put a smile on his face and send the blood rushing to his dick. He hoped the sheer volume of sex he had recently was going to make it easier for him suppress the inevitable hard-on.

Rita was 31 years old, and was a fiery brunette with a killer body and sultry eyes. She was born with attributes that made her many a man's walking wet dream, but she was also born with incredible skill and talent that made her the best foreman in the county. She intimidated and excited men with her looks, but that also made her a world class ball breaker with a vocabulary that would put any sailor to shame.

She has had to fight for a lot of her jobs even when she was infinitely more qualified, and she has demanded respect in a career dominated by blue collar men. She definitely held her own and managed to scare the shit out of most of the guys who worked with her.

Rita recognized Tom approaching just by his footsteps and the fire in her blood began to boil at having to deal with shipments and receipts instead of tending to the final phases of this multi-million dollar office building construction project.

"You better have a good fucking excuse for being late, or you might as well take your lame ass right back to the office buster!"

"Sorry Rita, it was something unexpected that, uh, came up at home. Let me take care of this so you can go back to scaring the shit out of the rest of the workforce."

"I started it, I will finish it."

"Well at least let me give you a hand, you deserve to take it easy after all of the hard work you've been doing lately."

Rita looked at Tom suspiciously. She was usually wary of compliments or praise, especially from Tom. He had been in such a foul mood the last couple of months, she didn't trust he would be nice out of the kindness of his heart.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked.

"Nothing's gotten into me. Can't a guy just be nice?"

"Not you. Not for a long time anyway."

Rita looked at his suspiciously. He seemed to be in a good mood. His eyes were smiling.

"Did you get a promotion or a bonus or something? Cause if you got a bonus, I better get my share."

"No promotion and certainly no bonus," he replied.

"Hmmm, well something is up, I can tell by that stupid grin."

She eyed him more closely. Stupid grin, confident posture, almost bouncing step. Hmm, she wondered. She instinctively glanced at his crotch knowing that most men would leer at her and get a hard-on. Hmm, that wasn't it though, he wasn't even really watching her, but maybe she did detect all little something extra between his legs today.

"Let me guess, you got laid big boy."

"That's personal," he replied.

But she could see his stupid grin get a little wider and he subconsciously thrust his hips out.

"Damn, you did get your knob polished you son of a bitch."

He blushed and tried looking uninterested, but she knew.

"Lemme guess, Lori give you a hummer in the supply closet?"

Tom spit his coffee out when she said that.

"Oh, hell no!"

It was no secret that Lori definitely had the hots for Tom and unabashedly flirted and threw herself at him. She was definitely an attractive woman and got stares from most of the men around the worksite, but Tom seemed immune to her charms.

"Well maybe the wifey finally broke down and gave in to ya then."

"This conversation is getting a little out of hand for work Rita."

"Sorry, boss. It's just you show up late and are all happy go lucky so I figured something was up and...oh damn you got your knob polished this morning didn't you? That's why you're late. I'll be damned, way to go tiger."

"This definitely has to stop now. The last thing I need is a sexual harassment claim for inappropriate conversation."

"For what? Seems I'm the only one being inappropriate. You are stoic as usual."

"Still, we better stop."

"Aww, come on Tom. I haven't had any in a long time. I need to live vicariously through your sex life."

Tom just continued to stare in the distance trying to avoid the conversation, but it was triggering the memories of recent events still so fresh in his mind. Those memories were causing his dick to react in way he wished it wouldn't at this particular moment.

This fact was not lost on Rita one bit. She tell she was getting to him as she watched him turn 3 different shades of red. She knew if she looked downward, she would definitely see his boner. And that is exactly what she did.

Rita was impressed by what she saw. Tom may not be the biggest guy she had ever seen, but right now he was showing a very impressive bulge in his pants. She could even make out a very prominent mushroom head outlined in his trousers.

"Damn, Donna is one lucky lady," she said without thinking.

"What did you say?" asked Tom.

Now it was Rita's turn to blush. She looked away too quickly and Tom immediately knew where she had been looking and knew she had caught the sizeable erection he could feel threatening to get free.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." Rita said trying to recover some composure.

"I think I better go," Tom said as he started to leave.

"Please don't go. I didn't mean to offend you or embarrass you."

"I'm not offended, I just really think this is quickly getting out of hand."

With no concept of what she was doing, or why she was doing it, Rita move closer to Tom. It was like she was drawn to him and couldn't stop herself. Tom was becoming very nervous and wanted to scream and run away. Rita was every man's wet dream, and if she made an advance on him, he wasn't sure he would have the power to stop her.

"I just wanna see it."

What the fuck did I just say!!! Rita was completely surprised by those words coming out of her mouth.

"You want to see it? You mean...it?"

"Umm, yeah. Please? I just need to see it, it has been too long."

Again, she was in shock of her own words. What the fuck was wrong with her.

"I don't think that would be a good idea...I mean I'm married and..."

"Please, just a quick peak? Come on, follow me."

And just like that, she started walking to one of the side rooms out of view. And just like that, Tom followed her. Neither one could comprehend their own actions and just moved along on automatic pilot.

When they got to the room, Rita looked around to make sure no one was watching.

"In here, quick."

Tom obeyed and entered the small side room and realized Rita followed him in and locked the door behind her. Now he really was nervous.

Rita walked over to pallet of stacked boxes and sat down.

"Ok big boy, why don't you set that thing free?" as she gestured directly at his dick.

"Rita, what the hell is going on?"

"Please, just take it out and you know...play with it a little."

Tom stared at her in disbelief. Neither one moved or said anything for a long time. Eventually Tom seemed to make up his mind and slowly began lowering the zipper. He kept a careful eye on Rita, half expecting her to yell rape at any second.

Rita just seemed to smile and had the look of a child waiting for her surprise. He continued with the zipper and tried to fish his hard cock out of his pants. When it was free and in the open air, it stood tall and proud pointing at the ceiling, twitching with his heart beat.

Rita let out an audible gasp when she got to see the full steely length of her boss. A little drool began to form at the corner of her mouth...and even more down inside her panties.

Tom stood there stock still with his erection on display. He didn't know what to do now, so he just waited for further instructions from the raven haired beauty.

"Umm, that is beautiful. Why don't you take it all the way out?"

He just stared at her unsure what she was asking.

"Why don't you lose the pants altogether?"

"I don't know if..."

"It's ok, no one will see except me."

Tom seemed to be in a daze as his hands worked on his pants and he let them fall to the floor.

"Off all the way," Rita said as she gestured with her hands to take the pants off completely.

Tom clumsily removed the pants and stood before her in all his glory. He was steadily leaking precum at an alarming rate. So much so that a shiny drop began falling from the head of his cock toward the floor in one long erotic strand of cum.

"Oh fuck that's hot"

Still, Tom just stood there on display.

"Stroke it for me."

Tom still didn't move.

"Wrap that strong hand around your big cock and stroke it...please?"

On autopilot, he took his cock in his fist and began stroking in front of his lovely co-worker.

"Oh my fucking God. That is sooo hot. I've never seen a guy masturbate before in person. Oh fuck, I love it."

Tom got a little bolder and began making a show of his stroking. He made sure she had a good view of his motions and thrust his hips out so she could see his entire hard member sliding through his fist. He started to wonder if this was considered cheating, but couldn't hold onto that though for long as he noticed Rita worm her fingers inside her pants and the frantic movements of her own masturbation were unmistakable.

Seeing Rita attempt to get herself off was making Tom rush closer to climax. He would love to be able to prolong the show for her benefit, but the sexiness of the situation was just too much. He squeezed out some more precum and used that to make the strokes more slippery. The sight and sound drove Rita over the edge.

"Oh mother fucker," she whispered as she went over the edge and began cumming hard on her own fingers.

This was the last straw for Tom as he cried out and stood stiffly still jerking his big cock until he felt the cum erupting into the air and onto the floor. They both continued their own jerking and moaning as they came together in front of each other's eyes. Eventually their movements slowed and they fell silent and still trying to recapture their breath.

"Wow, that was so sexy," she whispered.

"Yes it was, but..."

"Don't say anything. Don't think anything, We both needed that and that's all it was," said Rita.

They cleaned themselves up as best they could and headed back to their jobs separately. Neither one was going to be able to concentrate on work too much the rest of the day, and probably for a while to come.

Donna made it to the office just a couple of minutes late that morning, but already running late for the meeting with the vice president and partners. It was just a quarterly review and it would be easy for her to handle, but running late and recent events had hear head all scrambled. When she got to the boardroom, Vicky her colleague asked what was with her being late. Donna is never late and is always 100% prepared for everything.

"Glad you could join us sweetie. What's got your panties in a bundle this morning?" asked Vicky.

"Oh just drama at home, nothing major," Donna replied with a fake smile.

Vicky took notice of the weak, fake smile and figured something was up. She assumed it was teenager drama and tried to leave it at that. The only problem was, the almost hidden smirk that stayed on Donna's lips. Almost imperceptible, but it was definitely there. And the slightly distracted gaze of her friend. And when she was asked a question from one of the junior partners, she had to ask him to repeat it. She NEVER had to ask for a question to be repeated. Something was definitely going on.

After the meeting, Vicky followed Donna into her office. It was a very nice corner office that would normally go to a partner. Donna wasn't a partner, but management definitely knew she was the reason her department ran so smoothly, and knew that if they kept her happy, she would continue to excel until she, herself made partner. Being a corner office, it had a certain amount of privacy that allowed Donna to keep her focus without distractions. No one could see into the office and if the blinds were closed, you would never even know she was in there.

"Okay sweetie, spill the beans. What is going on with you?" demanded Vicky.

"There is nothing going on. I told you just a little morning drama. All done now."

"If you say so, but I don't believe it for a second."

"Believe what you want Vic. Say, what are the new projections for the month? I'd like to get on top of it and stay ahead of the other guys. I hate to have to be reactive to them."

"Umm, the projections?"

"Yes Vicky, what are they for this month?"

"You mean the ones that Paul read off in the meeting, oh I don't know...two or three times?" said Vicky with just a tinge of bitchiness in her voice.

"Oh shit! I guess I did space out in there for a bit."

"I'd say so. And don't think that spicy looking smirk didn't go unnoticed."

"You saw that too, huh?"

"Come on Donna, I'm your best friend. What is going on with you?"

Donna slumped down in her office couch and came clean to her friend about the whole thing. Last night and this morning. She felt so relieved. She had been on cloud nine and happier than she had been in a long time, but also terribly confused over the recent events.

"Holy shit! That is amazing girlfriend. No wonder you're a little distracted. Way to go babe," was the warm congratulation she got from Vicky.

Donna was so relieved to be able to say it out loud to someone. It made her feel instantly at ease. She even managed to stretch out her limbs and relax. As she stretched, she felt her pussy throb as she let herself get caught up in the memory of the details she told her friend. As that happened, she felt the results of her husband's love leak from her pussy and begin running down her thigh.

"Oh shit!" she gasped and jumped up.

"What's wrong girl," her friend asked.

"Nothing. It's nothing. Uhm, I gotta go to the ladies room."

And with that, she scurried out of her office and down the hall to the ladies room. Vicky eyed her suspiciously, then silently followed her. She almost broke out laughing watching her friend try to waddle down the hallway. The way she was walking with her legs clasped together was something other than dignified. When she entered the ladies room behind her, she could hear frantic rustling of fabric and hushed cursing.

"What the hell is going on in there."

"It's nothing. I just ran out of the house a little too quickly."

"What? Did you forget to pee and just realized that?"

"Something like that."

Vicky hadn't heard anything splashing in the bowl and knew that wasn't it. She was very curious and a little worried, so she took a deep breath and opened the stall door.

She was greeted with the deer in headlights view of her friend frantically grabbing toilet paper and wiping her private parts.

"Holy shit! Is that...? From this morning?" asked her shocked friend.

"Ummm, yeah. I didn't think there would be this much," she said sheppishly, still wiping cum off her thighs.

Vicky laughed out loud.

"It's not funny, Vick."

"Actually, it is very funny. And pretty damn hot. You just need to see it from my point of view."

Vicky watched with amusement at first. The sight of her friend, legs wide open, wiping up the residue of her morning antics. Then, she began to feel a little funny. The more she looked, the more it was getting to her. Donna's legs were wide open. In the center, the bright pink treasure of her friend's sex was wide open to her gaze. She could even see that her pussy was still gaping open slightly, and swollen.

Vicky held her breath as she watched. She had no clue Donna was completely bare down there. Of course, she never really thought about it before, but seeing it in person was getting to her. She watched Donna gingerly dab at the liquid oozing from her pussy, and felt her own pussy throb a little.

"Here honey. Let me help you get cleaned up."

"Wha...?" said Donna as she watched her friend kneel before her ant take the wadded up tissue from her fingers.

Vicky gently wiped and cleaned her friend's inner thighs before zeroing in on her private treasure. She paused for a second as she took in the sight before her, than eased her hand directly into contact with another woman's pussy. She had no clue why she was doing this, but she kept on doting on her friend in need.

Donna stifled a gasp as her best friend made contact with her most delicate private parts. She held her breath as she looked down into Vicky's determined face as she cleaned her up. She didn't realize how sensitive she still was down there, but soon began to feel that familiar pleasurable sensation that she felt just a couple of short hours ago.

Vicky was mesmerized by the sight before her. She had never really thought of herself being attracted to other women, but here in this stall with her friend, she was definitely feeling something. It was very warm between her own legs at the moment as she continued her task. She still didn't know why she was doing this, but she knew she couldn't stop.

Donna's eyes rolled back in her head as the delicate touch of her friend made her more and more aware of how sensitive she was down there.

"Umm Vicky, maybe we should stop this."

"Shhh, babe, let me take care of you," was all she got in response.

Donna felt her pussy spasm a tiny bit and the result was another release of cum from inside her now trembling pussy. Donna watched the pearly liquid seep out, mesmerized by the sight. She also felt her own pussy throb at the sight. She dropped the tissue and leaned in closer. The smell and sight of her best friend was overpowering to her. Without warning or thought, she leaned in close and stuck out her tongue.

With one long, determined swipe, Vicky licked at the rivulet of semen and dragged her tongue fully through the moist lips of her friend before swiping directly onto her swollen clit.

Donna gasped out loud, grabbed Vicky's hair and pulled her tight to her as she trembled in a shockingly strong orgasm.

Vicky was caught off guard when Donna pulled her face into her, but she took advantage of the situation by swirling and snaking her tongue briskly through the folds of her friend's sex. She licked and sucked and poked and prodded every wet, squishy centimeter of pussy being pushed against her mouth.