I struggled to keep my expression calm and neutral even as my body stiffened with shock. There was no mistaking the woman marching towards our table. "It's okay," I told myself. "She doesn't know. I'm just having an innocent cup of coffee with my boss. She doesn't know about the affair."
"Shit," David muttered, offering his wife a flustered smile. His exaggeratedly casual demeanour made him look guilty as hell to my eyes, like a naughty boy about to be punished by his mother. Gone suddenly was the suave confidence that I always found so attractive.
I've always had a thing for older men, especially those with authority over me, and that coupled with David's blond hair and blue eyes, and his toned physique, had made him an irresistible target for seduction. I'm an attractive woman who knows how to use her assets, and I had flirted shamelessly with him for weeks until he broke at last, bending me roughly over his desk, hurriedly stripping away my skirt and thong, and penetrating me with brutal passion.
Such was his urgent need that he barely paused to ask about protection before thrusting in anyway, filling me exquisitely with a hard cock of satisfying length and girth. I was glad that anticipation of this victory had prepared me for him. I was very wet, and despite his size and the vigour of his assault, there was no pain for me, only a rush of sensation as I was stretched beautifully and to a wonderful depth, while the friction and impact of that pounding shaft excited my clit perfectly. "Oh yes, sir!" I cried. "Fuck me hard! Your cock is so fucking big!"
Previously we had only kissed, a stolen, furtive, hungry kiss in the elevator. I had felt the bulge in his trousers then, but had not suspected just how magnificent he would be when fully erect. There was nothing romantic between us. It was pure sexual chemistry. I had teased him like a red flag before a bull, and like a bull he claimed me, ramming his horn powerfully into me until I screamed in ecstasy, convulsing blissfully as he continued with tireless determination - until he buried himself deep in my cunt and unleashed a pulsing torrent of hot cum, his gorgeous cock thicker than ever, rigid and jerking wildly, and I climaxed again as I revelled in his uninhibited prowess.
That was the first time, but certainly not the last, and now his wife was glaring down at us, her dark eyes bright with fury as they regarded me. "I know you've been fucking him," she said. Statement, not question. "My mother always said the best way to cure a sweet tooth was with sugar. Well, I'll see you get your sugar, slut."
And with that she flung her hand at me, not close enough to touch, but something crossed the space between us, something sensed rather than seen, and even as I tried to understand what had just happened, she swirled round and stormed off.
Everyone in the cafe was staring at me. I ignored them and looked at David. "She's nuts!" I hissed.
David blinked at me as if having trouble seeing me. "No," he said, "she's right. You are a slut."
It wasn't what he said - 'slut' was a label I wore with pride, though usually only in private - so much as the way he said it. With the exact same tone of condemnation that had been in his wife's voice. The awakening lust in his eyes was tempered with arrogance, even cruelty, but even as my instincts warned me to run for it, my body reacted to his hunger for me.
Even as I stood, intending to escape, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me after him, through to the back of the cafe and into the unisex toilet. I knew what he wanted, and it was painfully obvious to everyone in the cafe what he wanted, and the shameful thing was that I wanted it too. I was suddenly so aroused I didn't care how unwise this was. When he tore open my shirt, buttons pinging off, my cry of complaint gave way to a moan of desire as his hands grabbed at my tits, massaging them through my pink lace bra.
Impatiently, he excavated my breasts from the cups of my bra and pinched my swollen nipples, rolling them, rubbing them, as I squirmed beneath that too intense sensation. He pushed me down onto the seat, then tugged his huge cock out through his unzipped fly.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips about the sensitive head, sucking happily as it swelled to rigidity in my mouth. I wondered what his wife would do if she caught us in the act, so soon after that insane confrontation. I made joyful love to David's cock the way I had so many times before, only for him to grab my head by the hair, his fierce grip almost painful. "No, slut," he said, "like this."
With short, determined thrusts, he fucked my mouth while I did my best to excite him with my tongue. This was a new experience for me, degrading too, especially as he demanded access to my throat. I was quite proud of my deepthroat skills, but I was usually in control. This time he was fucking my mouth like it was just another hole to fill while I struggled to control my breathing. Saliva and precum dripped from my chin onto my breasts as I teased and pinched my nipples restlessly, waiting for him to tire of my mouth and give my aching cunt the seeing to it craved.
Except David had other ideas. He withdrew from my mouth even as he climaxed, and as I sat gasping for breath, his thick, creamy cum burst out in great, messy strings that covered my face and chest. The quantity was astonishing, so much more than I was used to from him, and his orgasm continued longer than I remembered ever seeing. "Wow," he murmured. "Wow."
I scowled as he tidied away his wilting member. It was all very well for him, experiencing this great pleasure, but I was still fucking horny, and a fucking mess besides. "What about me?" I demanded.
He just laughed, and opened the door. I screamed at the sight of several men peering in at me from the corridor. My breasts were exposed to them, and I was covered in cum. Chuckling, David pushed out through the crowd. "She's all yours," he said, and was gone.
Utterly humiliated, I extracted a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and started wiping myself clean, but found myself presented with a proud, erect cock, and the promise of many more, a queue of men all staring at me with naked lust. "Suck it, slut," the stranger said to me, and I shivered in recognition. That same echo of David's wife's voice saying 'slut' as her hand had thrown something at me.
Unconsciously, my hands massaged my cum-wet breasts, the toilet paper tumbling forgotten to the floor. I took this new, hard cock into my mouth, sucking hungrily. It wasn't as big as David's, but it was a good length, and I moaned with pleasure and encouragement as he grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth. This crude use of me no longer bothered me. I cared only about bringing him swiftly to a climax.
It didn't make sense that I was enjoying this so much. I had always loved sex, true, but I had always chosen lovers with care. And I liked intimacy, not this pornographic extreme.
He grunted as he finished in my throat, his cum pouring straight into my belly, his cock convulsing inside me as my lungs screamed for air. Pulling out suddenly, he aimed at my breasts as further streams of cum jetted out in an impossibly virile display. "Fuck," he whispered. "I've never come like this before..."
I stared at my chest, baffled. I looked like someone out of a bukkake gangbang porno. My shirt torn open, bra shoved awkwardly out of the way, breasts striped with freshly blasted cum, the taste of a stranger's cock and cum in my mouth. He shuffled out, only to be replaced by another.
"Lift your skirt," this new stranger said as he shoved his trousers down. His cock was the smallest I had ever seen, but it jutted out excitedly, precum glistening at its tip. "I want to watch you finger yourself."
I shook my head in denial. I already felt dirty and used. I didn't need this fresh humiliation. What I needed was to get this over with so I could go home and get my head straight.
