Isabella had always been one to seek out challenges in her work. As a high-paid consultant accountant, she relished in the opportunity to help businesses find ways to save money and streamline their financial operations. So, when she was offered a huge sum to come in for a few weeks to help a photographer and his studio cut costs, she jumped at the chance.
When she arrived at the studio, she was struck by the beautiful glass mezzanine that overlooked the entire space. She could see the photographers at work, setting up shoots and capturing stunning images. It was clear that the studio was a place where creativity flourished, but unfortunately, that creativity didn't always translate to financial success.
She began sorting through his receipts. Downstairs, the photographer Alex played lounge music so loud that Isabella could hardly concentrate. She tried to tune it out at first, but it seemed like the music was seeping into her brain.
Finally, Isabella couldn't take it anymore. She marched down the stairs to the photographer's studio. When he turned around, she was struck by how handsome he was. He had piercing blue eyes and a rugged jawline, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. Which was weird, because she didn't think that only hours earlier when she had met him.
"Excuse me," she said, trying to sound as professional as possible. "I can't concentrate with the music so loud. Could you turn it down, please?"
Alex looked surprised, but he complied. "Sorry about that," he said with a grin. "I get carried away sometimes."
Isabella smiled politely and went back up to her mezzanine. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to the photographer downstairs. She couldn't believe how handsome he was, and she found herself getting distracted by the sound of his camera shutter clicking away.
As Isabella delved deeper into the studio's finances, she quickly discovered that the root of the problem was overspending. The photographer was passionate about his work, but he was also prone to splurging on expensive equipment and hiring additional staff when it wasn't necessary. Isabella knew that she had her work cut out for her, but she was determined to help the studio get back on track.
The first few days were tough, but thankfully the music got better. Or maybe she was just getting used to it? The beat seemed to make her relaxed -- and strangely horny. She had always thought of sex as taboo, but since working at the studio over the last few days, she began to think of it as a natural thing. Isabella had to comb through the studio's finances with a fine-toothed comb, scrutinizing every expense and finding ways to cut costs without compromising the quality of the work. She found that the music still distracted her, but she was starting to like it. She loved how horny it made her feel, and by the end of every day she was very keen for sex with David, her husband. He was of course very happy with her newfound sexuality.
Over the next few days, Isabella found herself becoming more and more drawn to the photographer. She would catch herself staring down at him while he worked, admiring the way he moved and the way he interacted with his subjects. She tried to tell herself that she was being ridiculous, that she was there to do a job and not to flirt with the photographer, but she couldn't help herself. She couldn't get sex out of her mind.
Meanwhile, she was making progress with the studio's finances. She had found several areas where they could cut costs, from renegotiating contracts with suppliers to eliminating unnecessary expenses. It wasn't easy, but Isabella was determined to see it through.
One day, when Isabella was in the middle of a particularly complicated financial analysis, the photographer came up to her mezzanine with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Hey," he said with a smile. "I thought you might need this."
Isabella looked up from her work and smiled gratefully. "Thank you," she said. "I definitely need it."
The photographer sat down next to her, and they chatted for a few minutes about the studio's finances. Finally, she smiled and said to him that the music and the male models were making it hard for her to concentrate, and if she could get some curtains for the office?
"I tell you what, when it's too sexy down there, and making it super-hard to concentrate, let me know and I'll do something about it." Said Alex. Isabella thought the way he said "super-hard" was weird, but it made her pussy tingle. She couldn't get the thought of his rock-hard cock out of her mind.
The next day Isabella looked down at one of Alex's photographers shooting a couple photoshoot. Both were getting more and more naked. Isabella's hand was moving almost by itself up her leg, under her dress, and into her panties watching the scene. Standing there, she rubbed her clit watching the couple get naked. She grabbed the edge of the window for support, as it was making her knees weak. Finally, the female model got on her knees. Isabella was shocked as the model took the male models cock in her mouth. They were shooting hardcore porn! She was so shocked and horny at the same time, without warning she felt an orgasm crash over her, buckling her knees and dropping her to the floor. All she could think about was putting the male model's cock in her mouth. Which wasn't like her at all -- she'd barely given her husband a blowjob ever. Even thinking the work blowjob was making her horny again.
Embarrassed about how she acted, she swore she would never do that again. Even so, the music kept swirling in her head. she kept liking the idea to wear sexier clothes and shorter skirts for easier access. The next day she wore a mini-skirt, and no bra. There was another photoshoot on that day with a couple, and she stood transfixed, watching the strapping black male model get naked. She began rubbing her nipple. She shouldn't, she thought. But rubbing her nipple just made her even hornier. She moved her hand up her skirt, and into her panties, rubbing her clit again. Watching the scene below as the big black model began fucking his co-star, she had never felt so turned on in her life. She was so entranced in the scene below that she didn't hear Alex walk int the room.
"This is what you meant by a distraction?" Said Alex smiling.
Isabella whipped around, while pulling her hand out of her panties.
"Alex! I...didn't hear you....I..." stammered Isabella.
"It's completely fine." Interrupted Alex.
"Turn back to the photoshoot." He spoke.
Isabella turned back without thinking, and felt Alex come up behind her and whisper in her ear.
"You love my suggestions. They make complete sense." Whispered Alex.
That seemed like an odd thing to say, thought Isabella. But she could feel his words embed themselves in her head, like she had been waiting for those instructions.
"You know that being this horny at work just distracts you. From now on you should take care of these urges before they disrupt your workflow. I will do my best to help you with this," Whispered Alex in her ear.
This seemed to make sense, thought Isabella.
She felt his hands on her mini skirt, sliding it up over her ass, then he slowly slid her G-String down to her knees. She did nothing to stop him.
She heard the zip on his pants, then with his hand he pushed down the back of her neck, tilting her forward.
"Grab both your cheeks and spread your ass for me."
This suggestion horrified Isabella -- she was married! but at the same time it made sense. Plus she was so horny she couldn't think. She reached back, grabbed both cheeks of her ass, and spread her cheeks.
Suddenly she felt a pressure on her dripping wet pussy, stretching it open as she felt his cock pushing into her.
Isabella was shocked, but felt she couldn't move. She wanted to look behind, but he had suggested to keep watching the photoshoot, so she watched the sex scene below play out, while being in shock as Alex's cock slowly withdrew and pumped deeper and deeper inside of her, again and again. He was pushing inside her with the same rhythm as the black Pornstar pushed his massive hard cock into his co-star. Thinking the word Pornstar made her wet. She moaned out loud at the thought.
"Are you watching those Pornstars fuck each other?" Said Alex.
Just hearing him saying the word out loud made her nearly cum.
"Uhhh...god....yes...." moaned Isabella.
She had a husband, but all she could do was stand there at the glass window, bent over, spreading her cheeks as Alex fucked her from behind while she watch the porn scene below.
"The idea of Pornstars really turns you on." Said Alex. He was right. She could feel how wet she was with watching the scene below. Alex started thrusting into her so hard she had to move one hand from her ass to the window to balance herself. If the crew looked up they would know what was going on, she thought.
She wanted to say no, but she was too desperate to cum, as she knew she would just be distracted for the rest of the day.
His cock felt so good.
"Talk dirty to me Isabella. Tell me exactly what's on your mind."
"Uhh, oh god... you're fucking my pussy from behind as I watch that black stud Pornstar fuck his co-star." Isabella wanted to stop talking, but it was like the filter was turned off between her mouth and brain. And saying it out loud made her even more horny.
"I am feeling guilty about my husband David, but I know if I don't cum I won't be able to concentrate. I really need to rub my clit." Panted Isabella.
"Isabella, take your hand off your ass and rub your clit." Instructed Alex.
She didn't need to be asked twice, as her hand shot to her clit.
"Oh god, I'm so close. I'm going to cum. Your cock deep inside my pussy, and me rubbing my clit while watching a black man fuck his co-star is going to make me cum. I'm cumming -- I'm cumming!!!" Screamed Isabella. Her legs almost buckled with the force of her orgasm, as she heard Alex cry out at the same time from behind her, then felt her pussy fill with his cum, making her orgasm last even longer than it had ever before. Alex moaned and kept thrusting his hard cock deep inside her, pumping his cum into her as it leaked out onto her G-string halfway down her legs.
Finally, Alex pulled out, and said "Isabella, this was the right thing to do to get some relief. David doesn't need to know about it just yet. Now I need you to turn and face me, drop to your knees, and suck my cock clean."
Shocked, she hesitated. Slowly she turned. She couldn't stop herself -- it made no sense. Slowly she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Alex slipped his still-hard cock into her mouth, and she sucked it clean.
"Isabella, what do you think of the taste of my cum?" Asked Alex.
"It's disgusting.' She replied honestly.
"I think you'll find you love the taste of cum so much, that you will be keen to taste it regularly at work." Said Alex.
Isabella blinked. That didn't seem right. Was it? She wasn't sure anymore. She thought he hated the taste, which is why she never gave her husband a blowjob, but now it didn't seem so bad.
Alex pulled his pants up, zipped himself up, and left the office.
