About as gentle as I’d have expected him to, which wasn’t all that gentle, really, my lover pulled me out from underneath his work desk and made me stand before him. The look in his eyes both worried and excited me. It was a calculating one, like he’d just come up with a devious idea and was trying to decide on how to best execute it.
“Stay,” he ordered me.
As usual, I complied.
My relationship with him was different than what I had with husband, as was the entire point of with. With Archer, I was pampered and loved like I was made of fine china. With my Gordon, my Bull, I could live out my fucktoy fantasies.
Unlike my sweet, caring husband, Gordon was a naturally domineering brute. Now that didn’t mean he didn’t love me, or care for me as a woman, but he didn’t bat an eye when I asked him to rough me up, to treat me like a sex toy, to wrestle every ounce of resistance against his domination out of my body.
Gordon didn’t make love to me.
He fucked me, hard and fast, and he always left me sore and satisfied.
“Up,” he commanded me.
I lifted my arms and pulled up my sweater, then unhooked my bra before moving to the lower half of my body and undressing me completely. I watched him fold my clothes into a neat pile and place them on his file cabinet, out of my reach. Then, he turned me around and pushed me against his desk.
“Bend over, Lexie.”
Using my arms as support, I let him spread my legs obscenely wide and then lower me onto the desk’s glossy wooden surface until I was laying flat against it. My nipples puckered at its cold touch, and I couldn’t suppress a body shiver.
As taboo as this was, what he was doing to me and where, it was also rather hot. It felt like a bodily inspection, like he was checking me out before buying my services for the night. Adding the thrill of this happening in his office, at his day job, where people might come in and find me like this, well, it only made the scenario dirtier and therefore more exciting.
I liked the way his hands moved over my body, caressing me in a way that seemed appreciative and lustful at the same time. He’d run a hand along my thighs, stop to squeeze my ass cheeks, then travel up my body to feel up my ribs and tits and then go back down and dip a few digits between my pussy lips, rubbing me there.
“Good girl,” he whispered his praise of my submission to him. “You’re so beautiful, your husband shouldn’t be lending you to me. One day, I might never send you back.”
Empty words, as he wasn’t the marrying type and I would never leave Archer, but they flattered me nonetheless. I then heard, more than saw, Gordon getting undressed as well.
It was more than clear now that he was going to fuck my pussy instead of resuming the blowjob I had been giving him from under his desk, my usual hiding place.
Remembering the orgasm from the last time he had slid his cock in me, a perverted anticipation began to build low in my belly, twisted and aching.
For once, Gordon was taking his sweet time with me.
He touched me, giving birth to a pleasant fire within my core, warming me up. He placed kisses on my naked body, from my shoulder blades and right down to my pussy, where he lapped at my clit until my body betrayed his orders and I let out a low mewl.
“Does that feel good, Lexie?” He asked, his tongue probing my hole, entering my vagina as if he was trying to fuck me with it. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.
“Then pick up your phone and tell your husband.”
I was stunned, but I could see where this was going and I was so into it.
“Tell my husband what, Sir?”
“That you’re about to get fucked over here and how good it feels.”
My hand moved on autopilot and I reached for the landline. I knew Archer’s number by heart and without pause, I dialed it and waited for him to answer.
“Yeah?”
He sounded sleepy, like he was still in bed.
Jesus Christ, I was going to shock him today.
“Go on,” Gordon whispered into my ear.
He was currently draped all over my body, a hand buried between my legs, slowly fingering me. It was starting to feel way too good and I was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand.
“Archer, baby, hi,” I greeted him, tentatively. I didn’t know how to tell him what I was about to do with my Bull. He usually got the details hours after the fact and he fucked me as I recounted the affair. “It’s me, Lexie,” I hiccupped my answer.
“Babe? From where are you calling me? What happened to your phone?”
I let out a loud yelp. Gordon had just pinched my clit, making me cry out.
“Lexie? Are you crying? Please talk to me, you’re freaking me out.”
Another strangled mewl, this time because my Bull had slid his cock inside me without warning and was starting to slowly fuck me.
“I’m having sex, Archer,” I cried.
“What? Oh… OH!”
I could picture it in my mind’s eye, the stages my husband had gone through, and the moment realization hit. He sounded excited.
“Good girl,” Gordon panted, “but don’t be shy about it. I want you to describe things to him.”
“I’ve got a cock in my pussy, Archer, and it feels really good,” I confessed between gasps. “He’s thrusting inside me, ah, he’s so big, I feel too full. Oh, oh, go slower, this, aaaargh!”
Gordon wasn’t showing me any mercy, pity or kindness. He was fucking me hard, the force of his thrusts pushing my poor body into the unyielding edge of the desk, making me cry out in both pleasure and pain.
“You’re getting fucked by another man and you called me to let me know? Jesus, this is hot, baby.”
“Yes, fuck, he’s fucking me so hard, I think I’m gonna cum soon.”
It would have been a moment of silence, then, if it weren’t for my Bull’s grunts, the obscene sounds my drenched pussy was making and the half-swallowed moans I was letting out.
Why, oh, why did I find this hot? I didn’t mean to like this so much, I was still new at being a hotwife, and yet my body was enjoying every second of my lover’s cock in my pussy, of his hands on my tits, squeezing them, mauling them like a caveman.
I felt so desired, so sexy.
“Oh God, there, right there, fuck!!!”
My eyes filled with tears when Gordon finally hit that spot inside of me and I instantly came undone beneath him. I shuddered and murmured more profanities than I ever did in my entire life before. I didn’t know what it was about the orgasms he was giving me, but they were overwhelming and overpowering and damningly addictive.
“Your wife’s cunt’s so tight and she feels so good,” Gordon joined the conversation, aiming for a spark of jealousy and humiliation. “You’d almost think she was still a virgin. Are you sure you’re using this fine pussy of hers?”
Then, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me against him. The angle wasn’t the most comfortable, as he was still thrusting into me.
“I’m going to cum inside you from now on, Lexie. I’m going to put a baby in you and you’re going to come home to your husband one day and let him know you’re pregnant and it’s definitely not his.”
The perverted fantasy pushed me over the edge again and this time, I took Gordon down along with me. We came together and he sprayed his hot cum deep inside me, just like he said he would.
After I’d milked every possible drop of seed from his balls, I expected him to pull out, but he wasn’t just yet. He seemed content to remain buried in me while his cock softened. I guessed he liked how powerful and dominant it made him feel, to have me impaled on his dick and in front of him, bent over, full of his cum and quietly submissive, despite technically belonging to some other man.
“Did you like that?” He asked, both me and my husband.
“I wanna see you next time,” Archer replied, panting, making me think he was jerking off to what I’d just done with another man. “Call me on video and fuck her while I watch.”
“Stay,” he ordered me.
As usual, I complied.
My relationship with him was different than what I had with husband, as was the entire point of with. With Archer, I was pampered and loved like I was made of fine china. With my Gordon, my Bull, I could live out my fucktoy fantasies.
Unlike my sweet, caring husband, Gordon was a naturally domineering brute. Now that didn’t mean he didn’t love me, or care for me as a woman, but he didn’t bat an eye when I asked him to rough me up, to treat me like a sex toy, to wrestle every ounce of resistance against his domination out of my body.
Gordon didn’t make love to me.
He fucked me, hard and fast, and he always left me sore and satisfied.
“Up,” he commanded me.
I lifted my arms and pulled up my sweater, then unhooked my bra before moving to the lower half of my body and undressing me completely. I watched him fold my clothes into a neat pile and place them on his file cabinet, out of my reach. Then, he turned me around and pushed me against his desk.
“Bend over, Lexie.”
Using my arms as support, I let him spread my legs obscenely wide and then lower me onto the desk’s glossy wooden surface until I was laying flat against it. My nipples puckered at its cold touch, and I couldn’t suppress a body shiver.
As taboo as this was, what he was doing to me and where, it was also rather hot. It felt like a bodily inspection, like he was checking me out before buying my services for the night. Adding the thrill of this happening in his office, at his day job, where people might come in and find me like this, well, it only made the scenario dirtier and therefore more exciting.
I liked the way his hands moved over my body, caressing me in a way that seemed appreciative and lustful at the same time. He’d run a hand along my thighs, stop to squeeze my ass cheeks, then travel up my body to feel up my ribs and tits and then go back down and dip a few digits between my pussy lips, rubbing me there.
“Good girl,” he whispered his praise of my submission to him. “You’re so beautiful, your husband shouldn’t be lending you to me. One day, I might never send you back.”
Empty words, as he wasn’t the marrying type and I would never leave Archer, but they flattered me nonetheless. I then heard, more than saw, Gordon getting undressed as well.
It was more than clear now that he was going to fuck my pussy instead of resuming the blowjob I had been giving him from under his desk, my usual hiding place.
Remembering the orgasm from the last time he had slid his cock in me, a perverted anticipation began to build low in my belly, twisted and aching.
For once, Gordon was taking his sweet time with me.
He touched me, giving birth to a pleasant fire within my core, warming me up. He placed kisses on my naked body, from my shoulder blades and right down to my pussy, where he lapped at my clit until my body betrayed his orders and I let out a low mewl.
“Does that feel good, Lexie?” He asked, his tongue probing my hole, entering my vagina as if he was trying to fuck me with it. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.
“Then pick up your phone and tell your husband.”
I was stunned, but I could see where this was going and I was so into it.
“Tell my husband what, Sir?”
“That you’re about to get fucked over here and how good it feels.”
My hand moved on autopilot and I reached for the landline. I knew Archer’s number by heart and without pause, I dialed it and waited for him to answer.
“Yeah?”
He sounded sleepy, like he was still in bed.
Jesus Christ, I was going to shock him today.
“Go on,” Gordon whispered into my ear.
He was currently draped all over my body, a hand buried between my legs, slowly fingering me. It was starting to feel way too good and I was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand.
“Archer, baby, hi,” I greeted him, tentatively. I didn’t know how to tell him what I was about to do with my Bull. He usually got the details hours after the fact and he fucked me as I recounted the affair. “It’s me, Lexie,” I hiccupped my answer.
“Babe? From where are you calling me? What happened to your phone?”
I let out a loud yelp. Gordon had just pinched my clit, making me cry out.
“Lexie? Are you crying? Please talk to me, you’re freaking me out.”
Another strangled mewl, this time because my Bull had slid his cock inside me without warning and was starting to slowly fuck me.
“I’m having sex, Archer,” I cried.
“What? Oh… OH!”
I could picture it in my mind’s eye, the stages my husband had gone through, and the moment realization hit. He sounded excited.
“Good girl,” Gordon panted, “but don’t be shy about it. I want you to describe things to him.”
“I’ve got a cock in my pussy, Archer, and it feels really good,” I confessed between gasps. “He’s thrusting inside me, ah, he’s so big, I feel too full. Oh, oh, go slower, this, aaaargh!”
Gordon wasn’t showing me any mercy, pity or kindness. He was fucking me hard, the force of his thrusts pushing my poor body into the unyielding edge of the desk, making me cry out in both pleasure and pain.
“You’re getting fucked by another man and you called me to let me know? Jesus, this is hot, baby.”
“Yes, fuck, he’s fucking me so hard, I think I’m gonna cum soon.”
It would have been a moment of silence, then, if it weren’t for my Bull’s grunts, the obscene sounds my drenched pussy was making and the half-swallowed moans I was letting out.
Why, oh, why did I find this hot? I didn’t mean to like this so much, I was still new at being a hotwife, and yet my body was enjoying every second of my lover’s cock in my pussy, of his hands on my tits, squeezing them, mauling them like a caveman.
I felt so desired, so sexy.
“Oh God, there, right there, fuck!!!”
My eyes filled with tears when Gordon finally hit that spot inside of me and I instantly came undone beneath him. I shuddered and murmured more profanities than I ever did in my entire life before. I didn’t know what it was about the orgasms he was giving me, but they were overwhelming and overpowering and damningly addictive.
“Your wife’s cunt’s so tight and she feels so good,” Gordon joined the conversation, aiming for a spark of jealousy and humiliation. “You’d almost think she was still a virgin. Are you sure you’re using this fine pussy of hers?”
Then, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me against him. The angle wasn’t the most comfortable, as he was still thrusting into me.
“I’m going to cum inside you from now on, Lexie. I’m going to put a baby in you and you’re going to come home to your husband one day and let him know you’re pregnant and it’s definitely not his.”
The perverted fantasy pushed me over the edge again and this time, I took Gordon down along with me. We came together and he sprayed his hot cum deep inside me, just like he said he would.
After I’d milked every possible drop of seed from his balls, I expected him to pull out, but he wasn’t just yet. He seemed content to remain buried in me while his cock softened. I guessed he liked how powerful and dominant it made him feel, to have me impaled on his dick and in front of him, bent over, full of his cum and quietly submissive, despite technically belonging to some other man.
“Did you like that?” He asked, both me and my husband.
“I wanna see you next time,” Archer replied, panting, making me think he was jerking off to what I’d just done with another man. “Call me on video and fuck her while I watch.”
