Homewrecker 1

Tick tock.

The clock goes.

A near-empty office, lit only by the ceiling lights and a single glowing screen. Fear gripped the lone man hunched before it.

Fear of what?

he asked himself. But not even he knows for certain.

Mindlessly at the keyboard, he tapped away--an endeavor no more than a distraction from the looming storm. To him, it was only a matter of time.

"Sir?"

A voice came from behind. Soft. Silky. Soothing.

He nearly jumped out of his seat. Out of his skin.

But the red-haired woman behind it only smiled--calm, unbothered, unperturbed.

Ever the snake that he always knew.

"Simmons, you should wear a fucking bell," he croaked, straightening his tie with jittery fingers. "What do you want?"

"What would it take for you to call me by my first name?" she mused, handing him a bundle of papers.

"You getting married to me," he said, not missing a single beat. His ring finger glimmered with silver as he took the stack--a stark reminder for her.

Not that it ever served its purpose.

"Now sir, you know that's not fair~"

He didn't have time to protest. She straddled him, long before his mind could catch up. Her eyes--greedy and burning--left no room for doubt.

She wasn't here to flirt.

She was here to

claim

.

Their lips soon crashed beneath the sterile office glow. She buried herself in him, basking in his being, while he did very little to stop her.

He didn't kiss her back. Not at first. But with her grip on his neck, she pulled him in, and his body betrayed him without question.

One second of resistance.

Then none at all.

Her tongue tasted faintly of white wine--a flavor he hated, because he knew he'd chase it anyway. Her jet-black nails dragged down his back, slow and deliberate, like the claws of a starving tigress.

Her other hand held his face, guiding it, tilting it, just like she'd done a hundred times before. And when he groaned--just faintly--she smiled into the kiss.

His wife didn't cross his mind.

Not even once.

And to Anna, it was just another night in the office.

"Nhhuaaa... nmmh~ ♥"

"Ghmmhh... hhaaa..."

To get drunk was all she wanted, and every bit of him was intoxicating.

To escape her was all he wished, but every inch of her was poisonously sweet.

"Simmons... " he heaved, parting their lips for a momentary reprieve. "Anna..."

A low chuckle slipped out of her, one that oozed with pride.

"Yes, sir?"

Silence.

On his face was a terrible scowl, but he couldn't speak. Anxiety seized him, but so did her scent.

Her touch. Her gaze.

Around him, they wrapped like vines, binding his mind, body and soul.

Anna leaned closer, her lips curling into a smirk most wicked. With her breath ghosting over his ear, she whispered,

"That's what I thought~ ♥"

Snap.

His hands went to her waist, faster than she could ever imagine--she barely had time to blink.

His fingers dug in, gripping her like a madman, then he lifted her up, his instincts finally taking the wheel.

Thud.

The desk rattled beneath her. Papers flew, some items scattered. A pen even clattered to the floor.

Anna just let out a breathless laugh.

Not scared.

Not anxious. Only thrilled.

Her blouse flew open. His belt came undone. Before long, she was staring down at his manhood as he parted her legs and tore a hole in her sheer.

This wasn't love. This wasn't need.

It was

punishment

.

For her. For himself. For every last line they've crossed.

And it was everything she ever wanted.

"Ackkh, s-sir, hhaa..."

"Shut up," he sneered, his cock--nearly as thick as her arm--already knocking at her entrance. "Your voice annoys me."

Wait, he did not, and it wasn't long until Anna's mewls and the sounds of sex littered the empty office floor, forming an erotic cacophony of lust and sin.

He was less than gentle to her--fingers knotting her hair, his other hand on her throat, he gave her no mercy as his member laid waste to her innards.

Anna's moans said just as much, though she made no attempt at begging.

No, for that would be far too easy.

"M-Mhha, hhaa aahha...! ♥"

Together, their bodies jerked with every thrust, the desk creaking under the violence of his pace. Her back arched slightly off the desk with every brutal snap of his hips, her fingers clawing at the scattered papers under her.

"Nhhaa fuck, sir... ♥" she gasped.

He slammed into her hard, leaning over her, his eyes wild with fervor and rage. His palm clamped tightly around her throat, pinning her down like she was his prey.

She choked. She gagged.

More importantly, she felt loved.

The only thing in his mind was to use her, to vent all the pent-up anger and frustration that she so-dutifully caused.

She was the reason he couldn't rest.

The reason he couldn't pray.

The rot in his life, blooming like a flower.

"I said shut up," he hissed, his patience already waning. His other hand moved over to one of her supple breasts, squeezing and kneading it like it owed him cash. "One more word from you and I swear..."

Anna simply met his gaze with a stare, soft and submissive. She obeyed, servile, just like a good mistress should.

The way his cock bullied its way into her pussy with every slam, unforgiving and unrelenting, told her more than his words ever could.

Her lips were parted in a silent moan. Her pupils were blown wide with bliss.

No fear.

Only heat.

Only hunger.

Unsatiated and unquenched.

"When you're not serving me coffee..." he grunted, his hands now moving to her waist. "You're serving as my cockwarmer."

Spat like venom, his words hung heavy in the air. In her ears.

But with a woman like Anna, such poison didn't scare. It only

thrilled

.

Something he felt as Anna's cunt subsequently grew tighter.

"Do you understand that?"

She nodded, her lips curling into a faint and filthy smile. That was all the answer he needed.

He hoisted her up, his palms full of ass, and with her bodyweight, began slamming into her again--just as savage.

Just as ferocious as when he started.

"Ghnnghh, hnnffh mmhffh!! ♥"

"Months of doing this... nmh, and still you can't hold in your voice..." Through clenched teeth, he growled, his pace now faster. More erratic, more punishing.

"Fucking useless you are, woman..."

Her simple reply was to wrap her legs around him, her nails raking lines across his back as she drowned in him.

He hissed through his teeth, low and venomous, as if her touch somehow ignited him further. His rhythm lost any sense of restraint, devolving into something animal. Something desperate.

"Knghhh, ahh-holy

shit

--"

With full, unyielding force, he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt.

His body locked, trembling from head to toe. A strangled grunt tore from his throat as he came in hot--thick, heavy ropes spilled into her in powerful, punishing waves, with each pulse drawn out longer than the last.

Her pussy clung to him like a vice, milking every drop of the essence she'd been waiting for all night.

He stayed buried in her for a moment, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his chin onto her flushed skin. Globs of his seed spilled onto the floor as his cock writhed in her, pumping what little was left of his cum.

He could feel her fluttering around him still, her own climax edging the horizon--or maybe it already hit her and she was just too wrecked to react.

Either way, he couldn't care any less.

All he knew was that he wanted to keep her like this--

ruined

.

Full of him.

Silent.

And exactly where she belonged.

"N-Nhmmgh... mnhhh... ♥"

On her knees, Anna took great care cleaning her boss' cock, a fistful of her hair in his hand to keep her close.

Her tongue dragged along his shaft, rolled around the head, even teased his slit to slurp out the last drops of his seed.

Quite literally the poster woman for the term "cock-drunk," and he was every bit impressed--but show an ounce of it, he did not.

Her only consolation came less than a minute later, when another hefty load shot into her mouth. His hand tightened around her neck as he shoved himself to the hilt in her throat.

"Ghnmm, fuckk...!"

Anna dutifully swallowed all three shots, careful not to let a single drop spill past her crimson-red lips.

"Ghmppp... bwwhaaaa! ♥"

He finally pulled free, leaving her coughing and hacking as spit dripped from her chin. Coated in her drool, his cock gleamed under the office lights, twitching once, already starting to soften.

Without another word, he tucked himself away, zipped up his pants, then tossed her a pack of napkins.

"Clean yourself up. Then go home," he ordered, then settled down at the adjacent desk.

Back to wallowing in silence.

In his own bubble of budding despair.

Anna steps out of the office, looking wrecked in the best and worst ways. Though her hair and blouse are straightened, her lipstick is smudged, her mascara is warpaint, and her neck is slightly bruised.

'Nothing some wipes can't handle,' she thought.

She doesn't flinch when she spotted her boss' wife, standing at the end of the hallway, leaning next to a door.

Not surprised.

Not angry.

Just... tired.

They exchanged looks. The wife says nothing at first, just held out an envelope. Not a wad of cash like she expected, just a plain, almost clinical white envelope.

Anna took it without looking. Inside? Could be money, could be a bomb, could be something else.

She then turned to leave, and only then the wife did speak, voice soft as silk over a dagger's edge.

"Beg him to use protection next time for fuck's sake," she then lit up a cigarette, one she has no intention of finishing. "Last thing you want is that man's child in you."

"I don't need your pity."

"Good," she paused, then took a quick drag out of her cig. "I wasn't offering any."

END