*PLEASE NOTE: EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!!*
2yrs
A late shift,
I've been having a lot of those it was to get through I dunno, the need to have more money, in order to prove to myself I'm independent, to push that almost uncontrollable need like an itch from my core and my skin. I felt as if I was burning up; I wanted to resist it, fight this uncomfortable feeling rising within me that was close to driving me nuts! But really think about it... If anyone had an opportunity like me, they'd do the same thing; continue working their a*s off, in a desperate effort to resist this feeling… right?
Checking the documents and emails I answered every one smiling and stretching my bunched tensed muscles. Just like that, it was two hours later by then; all my work for the day was--oh yeh--completed for the day.
My stalker was there, coffee in hand which I gladly took, it was routine anyway, after all, he had taken an office among the boss I never saw, but was aware there was one.
The weird feeling I had felt for a few months was nipped in the bud...eh, whenever I got off at least five times a day-- eight if I went back to back. But who was I fooling?
It wasn't really working, if it's not that wolf, it's my husband if it's not him it's this stalker... Temptation was every damn where almost driving me Nuts!
I found my gaze on him, this was my office he entered it was glass basically anyone can see me but ask me in that exact moment if I gave two f*cks?
I didn't.
I think it was called consensual rape I was doing to him?
What I am doing now, is something that others would probably be disgusted about, but then I was a woman starved and I really was past my limit.
This is what I'm doing I just can't resist anymore, prancing around me like a prized stallion! moulding himself into the exact image of the man I wanted... All three of them!
Almost ten years... Hahaha... Yes, that's long without being ploughed.
I'm not saint enough... No way!
I'm not firm enough, and I'm not even emotionally attached to any of them to feel shame.
All I needed was to get rid of this feeling and-
just as my lips captured his, I felt his tongue plunged into my mouth, twirl, twisting and probing forcing several soul-pulling moans from me. My hands reached, creeping slowly to open his shirt, exposing smooth white flesh.
Running my lips down the length of his neck, nipping, sucking occasionally.. biting while tracing his chest with both hands and the outline of his abs.
oh dear gods up in heaven, thank you for creating such a perfectly cultured mortal man!
Ah, I will ravish him.
I will take everything I could to have him!
"You wanted my attention, here is it," I whispered near the shell of his right ear.
I then moved below his waist, stripped off his pants and marvel at his hard length; red at the tip and pale along the length, a ring to the tip and some sort of bumps located on the underside. Fascinated, I ran my hand down it marvelling at the groan from his mouth while he arched, the tip of his length leaking a few drops of clear liquid, secreting, gathering and slowly dripping downwards, one drop after another. Curious as to how it would taste, my tongue darted out to lick it then thought upon it, accessing the taste, somehow finding it slightly salty with an aftertaste I could not think of any other way to describe as just his.
Each curious lap of my tongue first from the tip to have a taste then to open my mouth further to taste more, experience his reactions so with no more delays I took it in my mouth unable to even swallow him fully, my jaw aching as he stretched my mouth, wow! This… Ah… Gods.
I complained inwardly at this before thinking maybe my mouth is on the small side?
From memory between my sister and husband, all I remembered was more pain than pleasure, but it was just that my sister was too stiff, lacking the will to indulge herself in the act.
Massaging his sack with another hand, I went at it until he gripped my hair and tugged me away. Licking my lips as I stared at him, moist lips from both my saliva and his own fluid.
"It is good you gave in Satrya," he whispered, his voice slightly hoarse perhaps from the previous stimulation.
Moments later, I was squirming, my clothing was torn from me.
f*ck did he know the price of those?
ah! my mind short circulated through mid rant, my eyes rolled, body twisting, pleasure simply attacked me almost as bad as my hunger.
while my stalker explored my body as if in worship.
With feather-like kisses; he worshipped my form.
Trailing from lips, to plump breast, navel and pausing at the entrance of my dripping core. With his tongue, he lapped at that leaking area as if tasting something extremely delicate.
I shiver closing my eyes, falling back gracelessly against the desk he placed me upon; parting my slightly thick thighs shaped from the running and simple genes but who cares about all that explaining.
I think my brain will short-circuit from all the pleasure he gave me.
Until I was panting, aching close to begging, I opened my mouth to just simply do that, but he suddenly was gone, curious as to why, I opened my once closed eyes to see-
"Ahh... Mmm,"
I cried out when I was suddenly slowly filled. In one somewhat smooth stroke that made me cry out in pain, pleasure and surprise.
The knotted feeling that had been building up for so long seemed to have been released and I felt myself clench.
"Ah, I just entered, and you have found your release already. Satrya my little woman, please, not so tight,"
Even though I heard his voice, I was too lost in pleasure to really care to understand.
I was busy thinking, why..?
Why did I avoid this for so long?