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I’m letting him, in my mind I know I should
stop him, but my body is responding like a starving woman who is about to get
her fix as I imagine another man doing this to me.
He brings me closer against his body with his hand on my
lower back and with the other hand he starts leading it down to my ass,
grabbing it. He begins to squeeze and caress it, making me moan into his mouth.
The sensation is overwhelming and it only gets worse as he
starts to lift my shirt over my head and pulls my bra cups down to take my
breasts in his hands. He starts kneading them, while pinching my nipples in
between his fingers. This shoots a jolt through me and I throw my head back
with another moan, giving him access to suck and kiss on my neck.
The crazy thing is that I can’t open my eyes, I don’t want
to, because I know the moment I do I won’t see the eyes I want to see.
I feel Bill lower his head and take one nipple into his
mouth, after a moment he does the same with the other. I can’t help myself when
I grab his head for support and keep him there because it feels so good.
I finally allow myself to open my eyes as I feel myself
being lowered to the floor and I see the ceiling of the closet above my head.
He begins removing my jeans faster than I can process the train of thought and
all I do is lift my hips to help him. I know I should stop him at this point,
but my body wants this more than my brain comprehends.
Once he’s done removing my jeans he comes back up my body,
one arm on the side of my head, with the other in my hair holding my head to
him as he kisses me again with the same intensity as earlier. We pause just
enough so I can take off his tie, then he’s back to kissing me. Next I’m taking
off his shirt, pulling it apart, causing buttons to go flying in different
directions.
He stops kissing me and I let out a whine as he stands up so
he can remove his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving him in black silk boxers. I
stare at him with hooded eyes noticing the obvious erection straining towards
me.
He lowers himself to the ground again and I reach for his
shoulders needing something to hold onto. He lifts me off the ground just
enough to get the clasp of the bra at my back and takes it off throwing it to
the side and once again goes to suckling my breast. He takes my thong off and
as he begins to open my legs wider with his thighs I get enough sense in me to
say, “Protection, I’m not doing this without protection.”
Confused, he gets up, digs through his pants for his wallet
and pulls out a condom. He lowers his boxers and tears open the wrapper with
his teeth and begins to put the condom on at a speedy pace. Once he’s done he comes
back down and pushes inside me, making me gasp as he enters me. The only thing
I can do is hold onto him as he begins rocking back and forth, wrapping my legs
around his thighs and lift my hips to meet each one of his thrusts.
He begins kissing me again, picking up his speed, thrusting
harder against me, making me moan louder, and I have to hold him tighter. The
increase builds me up and I let go as my orgasm takes over my body, causing me
to squeeze him with my core muscles.
A couple of seconds later Bill throws his head back and he
lets out a long grunt while he pumps a couple more times into me, finally
finishing him off.
Slowing to a stop he collapses on top of me then rolls off a
couple of seconds later.
“Man, I really missed you, and by the way that felt I think
you missed me too.”
That’s when it comes to me. What did I just do? I had sex
with Bill. Bill the guy who, I’m pretty sure, is screwing his personal
assistant. I had let my traitorous body take over me and give in to him
pretending he was someone else.
As he turns to his side and reaches for me I frantically
push him away, stand up, and grab the clothes I dropped on the floor. I rush
out of the closet with Bill on my tail. I’m frantic and already regretting what
just happened.
“What’s wrong with
stop him, but my body is responding like a starving woman who is about to get
her fix as I imagine another man doing this to me.
He brings me closer against his body with his hand on my
lower back and with the other hand he starts leading it down to my ass,
grabbing it. He begins to squeeze and caress it, making me moan into his mouth.
The sensation is overwhelming and it only gets worse as he
starts to lift my shirt over my head and pulls my bra cups down to take my
breasts in his hands. He starts kneading them, while pinching my nipples in
between his fingers. This shoots a jolt through me and I throw my head back
with another moan, giving him access to suck and kiss on my neck.
The crazy thing is that I can’t open my eyes, I don’t want
to, because I know the moment I do I won’t see the eyes I want to see.
I feel Bill lower his head and take one nipple into his
mouth, after a moment he does the same with the other. I can’t help myself when
I grab his head for support and keep him there because it feels so good.
I finally allow myself to open my eyes as I feel myself
being lowered to the floor and I see the ceiling of the closet above my head.
He begins removing my jeans faster than I can process the train of thought and
all I do is lift my hips to help him. I know I should stop him at this point,
but my body wants this more than my brain comprehends.
Once he’s done removing my jeans he comes back up my body,
one arm on the side of my head, with the other in my hair holding my head to
him as he kisses me again with the same intensity as earlier. We pause just
enough so I can take off his tie, then he’s back to kissing me. Next I’m taking
off his shirt, pulling it apart, causing buttons to go flying in different
directions.
He stops kissing me and I let out a whine as he stands up so
he can remove his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving him in black silk boxers. I
stare at him with hooded eyes noticing the obvious erection straining towards
me.
He lowers himself to the ground again and I reach for his
shoulders needing something to hold onto. He lifts me off the ground just
enough to get the clasp of the bra at my back and takes it off throwing it to
the side and once again goes to suckling my breast. He takes my thong off and
as he begins to open my legs wider with his thighs I get enough sense in me to
say, “Protection, I’m not doing this without protection.”
Confused, he gets up, digs through his pants for his wallet
and pulls out a condom. He lowers his boxers and tears open the wrapper with
his teeth and begins to put the condom on at a speedy pace. Once he’s done he comes
back down and pushes inside me, making me gasp as he enters me. The only thing
I can do is hold onto him as he begins rocking back and forth, wrapping my legs
around his thighs and lift my hips to meet each one of his thrusts.
He begins kissing me again, picking up his speed, thrusting
harder against me, making me moan louder, and I have to hold him tighter. The
increase builds me up and I let go as my orgasm takes over my body, causing me
to squeeze him with my core muscles.
A couple of seconds later Bill throws his head back and he
lets out a long grunt while he pumps a couple more times into me, finally
finishing him off.
Slowing to a stop he collapses on top of me then rolls off a
couple of seconds later.
“Man, I really missed you, and by the way that felt I think
you missed me too.”
That’s when it comes to me. What did I just do? I had sex
with Bill. Bill the guy who, I’m pretty sure, is screwing his personal
assistant. I had let my traitorous body take over me and give in to him
pretending he was someone else.
As he turns to his side and reaches for me I frantically
push him away, stand up, and grab the clothes I dropped on the floor. I rush
out of the closet with Bill on my tail. I’m frantic and already regretting what
just happened.
“What’s wrong with
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