The Homeless Shelter ch. 16
When I went to work on Monday, I was still on a high, thinking about how on Saturday I’d hopefully have Todd’s big black cock, all with the blessing of my husband Ted, provided he went along with what he had suggested, which I had to accept wasn’t a done deal. After all, I imagined many men fantasizing about another man fucking their wife, and several men probably went as far as trying to live out their fantasy but suddenly had a change of heart, so I remained philosophical about it all. Unfortunately, my body wasn’t as philosophical, and I found myself working away with a constant throbbing in my pussycat and a sexual tingle rumbling through my body.
I wondered how I would make it through the day, never mind getting to Saturday or even Wednesday, when I’d promised to meet Gil and some of his fellow homeless friends, although I still had my concerns about that meeting and having to go home when Ted was in the house. As I sat and pondered, my thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Brian, my boss, walking into my office. Brian seemed a little nervous and on edge, but he was still all smiles as he told me he had a new project he’d like me to work on, but it was quite complex, so we needed a lengthy meeting to discuss it. He mentioned that he had looked at my diary, and it was pretty full, so he decided to come and see me to see if we could work something out.
As I sat there, with my pussycat throbbing and my nipples tingling, I thought about Brian having the hots for me and my decision last week that I was going to let him fuck me at some stage in the future. “Brian! It’s your fucking lucky day!” I thought to myself as I smiled back at him and said, “Well, perhaps we could meet after work, say this evening?” Brian looked a little taken aback but mumbled a response, agreeing we could. “How about you get a pizza and a bottle of wine, and we can eat while we talk in your office?” Brian smiled and agreed, then headed off, telling me he was looking forward to seeing me later. I wondered, then, if he knew exactly how much of me he would be seeing.
I couldn’t wait for the end of the day and my meeting with Brian, and I had to force myself to wait a good fifteen minutes after the normal finishing time just to make sure everyone would have left. Finally, I went to the bathroom and removed my bra and pants. Luckily, the blouse I had on was of fairly thick cotton fabric, so it wasn’t obvious that I wasn’t wearing one, so I didn’t bother putting my jacket back on over the top of it before I wandered around to Brian’s office. When I got to Brian’s office, his secretary had packed up and gone home, and his inner door was open. I knocked briefly before wandering in and saw he had a large pizza, which looked fresh, and a bottle of wine set out on his small coffee table. Brian asked me to take a seat, and then he closed the door, and I heard him click the lock. That was when I knew for sure what Brian’s agenda was. I did chuckle to myself, wondering what, if any, random project he would come up with to disguise his plan.
Before Brian sat back down, I took the opportunity to loosen a couple of buttons on my blouse, enough so that it would be clear to Brian that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was so horny, plus I didn’t want to get home too late; I didn’t want to drag things out. I wanted fucking, and I knew Brian wanted to fuck me, and I wanted to give him the confidence to go get what he wanted. Brian asked if I wanted wine and was already pouring it out. I took the glass and swallowed several large gulps. “So Brian! What have you got me here for?” I asked, smiling, before adding, “Whatever it is, I’m all yours.”
Brian nervously fidgeted for a few seconds before he began to mumble something about the time he came on to me at a party and how I made him feel the other day in his office when he got a flash of my cleavage. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Just spit it out, Brian. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to!” I said I was trying to lighten the mood and give him some encouragement.
“Well! I like you, Sarah, and I wondered if we could erm.” Brian muttered before I cut him off.
“Do you want to fuck me, Brian? Is that what you’re trying to say? Just be honest.” I said.
Brian went quiet for what seemed ages before he finally cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, I do.” As I spoke, Brian was already
“Tell me, Brian, tell me you want to fuck me,” I responded.
Brian once again took a deep breath and stared at me, looking into my eyes. “I want to fuck you, Sarah.” He said it in a firm and stern tone. As he said it, I could feel my juices flowing and my insides tingling. I wanted him to treat me like a slut. It turned me on so much that I asked him. “Where do you want me, Brian? Where do you want to fuck me? Tell me what you want.” I pleaded.
Brian seemed to be much more confident when he suddenly said, “I want you to strip for me and lay on my desk. I want to fuck you on my desk.”
“Oh, Brian! You naughty man. Will you do it hard? I want it to hurt.” I moaned.
“Oh Yes! I’ll fuck you hard. Now get on my fucking desk! Brian growled.
“OMG!” He’s getting into it.” I thought to myself as I quickly stripped off my clothes.
“Holy Fuck!” Brian exclaimed when he saw I was bare beneath my clothes. As I stripped, Brian moved a couple of things from his desk, making a space in the middle.
I hopped onto his desk and lay back in the space he had made before I looked up at him and said, “Take me, Brian. Take me hard.” As I spoke, Brian was already unfastening his pants, and he pulled them down, along with his underwear. His cock was already hard. It wasn’t long—maybe six inches—but it was very thick, and the head was like a big mushroom. I could see his big balls hanging low, looking full and heavy. Brian shuffled forward, standing between my legs, and grabbed my tits. He massaged them hard and said, “I’ve always wanted to feel your big tits. They're just as nice as I imagined them to be.
“Ooooooh Brian! They're all your sweeties. Squeeze away, nice and hard. I love it. As Brian squeezed my tits, my nipples tingled and got even harder, and Brian took this as an invitation to pinch them, making me squeal with delight. As Brian continued to pinch my nipples, I could feel the big mushroom head of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips, and I just couldn’t wait anymore, so I reached down and gripped his shaft, pressing the head of it against the entrance to my love hole.
I guided the head into my opening and then took my hand away before I said, “Come on, Brian. Ram your cock into me. Fuck me, hard, sweetie. Brian needed no second invitation and thrust his hips forward, stretching my cunt lips as he forced his fat cock into me. “Oooooooh! Uuuuugghhh! Aaaaaaahhh! Oh god, Brian, your fat cock is in me. Now fuck my married cunt and seed me, sweetie!” I pleaded. I could feel Brian’s cock throb and swell inside me, and his body tensed as I spoke. He stood up and gripped my hips, then began to fuck me like a man possessed.
Brian rammed his cock into me so hard that it hurt me, not because of his length or even his considerable girth but just because of the force of his thrusts. He was fucking me so hard that my tits bounced back and forth so much that they hurt, and I begged Brian to grab them. "Oh, Brian, grab my tits, sweetie. Pull on my fucking nipples so hard, it hurts me. I begged him. Brian complied and grasped both my nipples, squeezing them hard and pulling them towards him each time he thrust into me.
Although Brian wasn’t a skilled, or even considerate, lover, the whole situation of me laying naked on my married boss's desk with him fucking me hard, pulling on my nipples, and knowing he was going to deposit his seed into me, which I’d be taking home inside my dripping cunt, was driving my mind crazy and making me so aroused I was already on the verge of an orgasm. I ran a hand down to my pussycat, and my fingers soon found my swollen clitoral area. I urged Brian on as I began to rub myself. “Oh, Brian. Come on, fuck me hard. Make me cum on your fat cock, sweetie."
Brian began to breathe hard and rapidly as he increased the intensity of his fucking, going at me even harder than he had been. My clitoral area felt ready to explode, and my pussycat was on fire, the sexual burning radiating throughout my body. “Oh god, yes, Brian, you’re going to, Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Ohhh Yes!” I shrieked as my back arched. I felt my face flush and my whole body throb as my orgasm rocked me. Through my orgasmic shuddering, I barely heard Brian begin to grunt before he began to shake, and I knew he was pumping his cum into me.
For a couple of minutes, we remained locked together in one shuddering orgasmic mass until, finally, we both began to relax and our breathing slowed. "Oh, fuck yes! Brian sighed as he slumped forward, his torso pressing against my heaving breasts. Brian remained on top of me, breathing hard for a couple of minutes, and then I felt his cock slip from me and his cum begin to ooze from my throbbing cunt.
“Brian, you’re crushing me, sweetie,” I murmured in his ear, and he stood up before walking backward, allowing me to sit up.
“Oh my fucking god!” Brian exclaimed. “I never expected that. It was amazing. Thank you!” He added. I let out a little chuckle and told him I was very glad it met his expectations.
I quickly retrieved my bra and pants from my bag and got dressed before telling Brian I had to get going. “Maybe we can reschedule our work meeting for another evening,” I said with a smile as I left Brian’s office. As I drove home, with Brian’s cum still soaking into my pants, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. My infidelity was already out of control, and now I’d fucked my boss. More to the point, I’d already decided I was going to do it again. I wanted Brian’s fat cock in my ass next time. “I bet that would blow his mind,” I thought to myself.
I wondered how I would make it through the day, never mind getting to Saturday or even Wednesday, when I’d promised to meet Gil and some of his fellow homeless friends, although I still had my concerns about that meeting and having to go home when Ted was in the house. As I sat and pondered, my thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Brian, my boss, walking into my office. Brian seemed a little nervous and on edge, but he was still all smiles as he told me he had a new project he’d like me to work on, but it was quite complex, so we needed a lengthy meeting to discuss it. He mentioned that he had looked at my diary, and it was pretty full, so he decided to come and see me to see if we could work something out.
As I sat there, with my pussycat throbbing and my nipples tingling, I thought about Brian having the hots for me and my decision last week that I was going to let him fuck me at some stage in the future. “Brian! It’s your fucking lucky day!” I thought to myself as I smiled back at him and said, “Well, perhaps we could meet after work, say this evening?” Brian looked a little taken aback but mumbled a response, agreeing we could. “How about you get a pizza and a bottle of wine, and we can eat while we talk in your office?” Brian smiled and agreed, then headed off, telling me he was looking forward to seeing me later. I wondered, then, if he knew exactly how much of me he would be seeing.
I couldn’t wait for the end of the day and my meeting with Brian, and I had to force myself to wait a good fifteen minutes after the normal finishing time just to make sure everyone would have left. Finally, I went to the bathroom and removed my bra and pants. Luckily, the blouse I had on was of fairly thick cotton fabric, so it wasn’t obvious that I wasn’t wearing one, so I didn’t bother putting my jacket back on over the top of it before I wandered around to Brian’s office. When I got to Brian’s office, his secretary had packed up and gone home, and his inner door was open. I knocked briefly before wandering in and saw he had a large pizza, which looked fresh, and a bottle of wine set out on his small coffee table. Brian asked me to take a seat, and then he closed the door, and I heard him click the lock. That was when I knew for sure what Brian’s agenda was. I did chuckle to myself, wondering what, if any, random project he would come up with to disguise his plan.
Before Brian sat back down, I took the opportunity to loosen a couple of buttons on my blouse, enough so that it would be clear to Brian that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was so horny, plus I didn’t want to get home too late; I didn’t want to drag things out. I wanted fucking, and I knew Brian wanted to fuck me, and I wanted to give him the confidence to go get what he wanted. Brian asked if I wanted wine and was already pouring it out. I took the glass and swallowed several large gulps. “So Brian! What have you got me here for?” I asked, smiling, before adding, “Whatever it is, I’m all yours.”
Brian nervously fidgeted for a few seconds before he began to mumble something about the time he came on to me at a party and how I made him feel the other day in his office when he got a flash of my cleavage. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Just spit it out, Brian. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to!” I said I was trying to lighten the mood and give him some encouragement.
“Well! I like you, Sarah, and I wondered if we could erm.” Brian muttered before I cut him off.
“Do you want to fuck me, Brian? Is that what you’re trying to say? Just be honest.” I said.
Brian went quiet for what seemed ages before he finally cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, I do.” As I spoke, Brian was already
“Tell me, Brian, tell me you want to fuck me,” I responded.
Brian once again took a deep breath and stared at me, looking into my eyes. “I want to fuck you, Sarah.” He said it in a firm and stern tone. As he said it, I could feel my juices flowing and my insides tingling. I wanted him to treat me like a slut. It turned me on so much that I asked him. “Where do you want me, Brian? Where do you want to fuck me? Tell me what you want.” I pleaded.
Brian seemed to be much more confident when he suddenly said, “I want you to strip for me and lay on my desk. I want to fuck you on my desk.”
“Oh, Brian! You naughty man. Will you do it hard? I want it to hurt.” I moaned.
“Oh Yes! I’ll fuck you hard. Now get on my fucking desk! Brian growled.
“OMG!” He’s getting into it.” I thought to myself as I quickly stripped off my clothes.
“Holy Fuck!” Brian exclaimed when he saw I was bare beneath my clothes. As I stripped, Brian moved a couple of things from his desk, making a space in the middle.
I hopped onto his desk and lay back in the space he had made before I looked up at him and said, “Take me, Brian. Take me hard.” As I spoke, Brian was already unfastening his pants, and he pulled them down, along with his underwear. His cock was already hard. It wasn’t long—maybe six inches—but it was very thick, and the head was like a big mushroom. I could see his big balls hanging low, looking full and heavy. Brian shuffled forward, standing between my legs, and grabbed my tits. He massaged them hard and said, “I’ve always wanted to feel your big tits. They're just as nice as I imagined them to be.
“Ooooooh Brian! They're all your sweeties. Squeeze away, nice and hard. I love it. As Brian squeezed my tits, my nipples tingled and got even harder, and Brian took this as an invitation to pinch them, making me squeal with delight. As Brian continued to pinch my nipples, I could feel the big mushroom head of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips, and I just couldn’t wait anymore, so I reached down and gripped his shaft, pressing the head of it against the entrance to my love hole.
I guided the head into my opening and then took my hand away before I said, “Come on, Brian. Ram your cock into me. Fuck me, hard, sweetie. Brian needed no second invitation and thrust his hips forward, stretching my cunt lips as he forced his fat cock into me. “Oooooooh! Uuuuugghhh! Aaaaaaahhh! Oh god, Brian, your fat cock is in me. Now fuck my married cunt and seed me, sweetie!” I pleaded. I could feel Brian’s cock throb and swell inside me, and his body tensed as I spoke. He stood up and gripped my hips, then began to fuck me like a man possessed.
Brian rammed his cock into me so hard that it hurt me, not because of his length or even his considerable girth but just because of the force of his thrusts. He was fucking me so hard that my tits bounced back and forth so much that they hurt, and I begged Brian to grab them. "Oh, Brian, grab my tits, sweetie. Pull on my fucking nipples so hard, it hurts me. I begged him. Brian complied and grasped both my nipples, squeezing them hard and pulling them towards him each time he thrust into me.
Although Brian wasn’t a skilled, or even considerate, lover, the whole situation of me laying naked on my married boss's desk with him fucking me hard, pulling on my nipples, and knowing he was going to deposit his seed into me, which I’d be taking home inside my dripping cunt, was driving my mind crazy and making me so aroused I was already on the verge of an orgasm. I ran a hand down to my pussycat, and my fingers soon found my swollen clitoral area. I urged Brian on as I began to rub myself. “Oh, Brian. Come on, fuck me hard. Make me cum on your fat cock, sweetie."
Brian began to breathe hard and rapidly as he increased the intensity of his fucking, going at me even harder than he had been. My clitoral area felt ready to explode, and my pussycat was on fire, the sexual burning radiating throughout my body. “Oh god, yes, Brian, you’re going to, Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Ohhh Yes!” I shrieked as my back arched. I felt my face flush and my whole body throb as my orgasm rocked me. Through my orgasmic shuddering, I barely heard Brian begin to grunt before he began to shake, and I knew he was pumping his cum into me.
For a couple of minutes, we remained locked together in one shuddering orgasmic mass until, finally, we both began to relax and our breathing slowed. "Oh, fuck yes! Brian sighed as he slumped forward, his torso pressing against my heaving breasts. Brian remained on top of me, breathing hard for a couple of minutes, and then I felt his cock slip from me and his cum begin to ooze from my throbbing cunt.
“Brian, you’re crushing me, sweetie,” I murmured in his ear, and he stood up before walking backward, allowing me to sit up.
“Oh my fucking god!” Brian exclaimed. “I never expected that. It was amazing. Thank you!” He added. I let out a little chuckle and told him I was very glad it met his expectations.
I quickly retrieved my bra and pants from my bag and got dressed before telling Brian I had to get going. “Maybe we can reschedule our work meeting for another evening,” I said with a smile as I left Brian’s office. As I drove home, with Brian’s cum still soaking into my pants, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. My infidelity was already out of control, and now I’d fucked my boss. More to the point, I’d already decided I was going to do it again. I wanted Brian’s fat cock in my ass next time. “I bet that would blow his mind,” I thought to myself.
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