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I was getting my usual morning cup of coffee when his arms wrapped around my waist. I jumped.

“Stop it, someone will see us.” I said as I turned around to face him.

He nuzzled my neck, gently licking circles on my skin.

“Don’t worry babe, it’s too early for anyone to be here.”

I looked around; making sure no one was around before I indulged in his round firm lips. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and I again tasted the forbidden. I pressed my crotch against his and slowly started rubbing up and down.

“Fuck baby, you’re making me hard,” he whispered in my ear.

His tongue traced the outer edge of my lobe and I pulled him closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands down his muscular back. His shoulders were broad and his expensive suit made sure to accentuate them. I breathed in deep and took in his familiar scent, a strange mix of aftershave, masculinity, and home life.

He pulled away and took me by the hand. His gold wedding band pressed uncomfortably against the palm of my hand as he dragged me into his office.

“Lock the door,” he said once we were inside.


I closed the door and pressed my forehead against the wooden barrier. Only a few inches separated us from the outside world. How I wished we could spend eternity between these four walls.

He walked up behind me, his hands returning to that familiar place around my waist. I closed my eyes and pushed against his hardness.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Are you not in the mood?”

“Don’t be silly,” I brushed away his accusation.

His nose rubbed the back of my neck as his hands pulled at my belt.

“We have to be quick,” he said, “I have a meeting at eight and I need to get ready.”

“Yeah I know.” I knew exactly whom the meeting was with, but there was no use in bringing it up.

I spread my legs apart allowing my trousers to fall to the floor. His hand caressed my smooth cheek as it made its way to the center of my being. Slowly his finger went past my barrier.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “I’ve been dreaming of this since last night.”

I smiled. It pleased me to know I was all he could think of when he was with her. I heard the sound of his zipper and my body tensed. I looked down, my hard cock dripped with pre cum. He was the only man who made me feel this way. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.


“Are you ready?” he asked.

Before I could reply, his cock began to press against my tight pucker, which opened up to him. My palms held onto the cold wood as he entered me. I could feel every inch of him piercing through me. The harder he thrust into me the harder it became to stifle the thrusts of passion.

His arm slipped under my shirt, his hand exploring my flat chest and hairless nipples. He took one between his fingers and pinched them. My eyes grew wide, but I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t risk someone hearing us. He loved doing this to me. Pushing me to the limits was his favorite game.


His grip on me loosened as his body tightened. I pushed my ass back, letting him slide deep into me one last time. He bit my shoulder to keep from screaming out as he emptied his seed deep inside my tunnel.

“Fuck, I needed that.”

I turned around, his limp cock slid out of my hole. He leaned his head on my shoulder exhausted and drained. I stroked his hair, content with knowing that even though he was married, his heart and soul belonged to me.

Courtesy of StickyPen.



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