I was alone in my small office at Pillaton Farm, the glow of my computer screen illuminating my flushed face. The office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the fan and the occasional rustle of papers.
I was indulging in a little afternoon delight, watching a particularly steamy video on my screen. My heart raced as I watched the actors, my breath hitching as I slipped my hand beneath my skirt, my fingers tracing the lace of my panties.
Suddenly, I felt a presence. I looked up to see Peter, the farm's owner, standing at the window, his eyes locked onto mine.
I froze, my hand still between my legs, my heart pounding in my chest. Peter was a ruggedly handsome man, his face weathered from years of hard work, his body strong and muscular. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw the hunger in his eyes.
"Peter," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer, instead, he pushed open the door and stepped into the office. His eyes never left mine as he crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate. I felt my breath catch in my throat as he reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
"I saw you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I saw you touching yourself. I couldn't help but come closer."
I felt a thrill run through me at his words, my body responding to his touch. I leaned into him, my lips parting as he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue slid against mine, exploring and tasting, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.
His other hand slid down my body, cupping my breast through my blouse. I moaned into his mouth as he kneaded the soft flesh, his thumb brushing against my hardened nipple. I felt my panties grow wet as he continued to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine.
He broke the kiss, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at me. "I want you," he growled, his hand moving to the hem of my skirt. "I want to fuck you, Sian."
I gasped as he pushed my skirt up, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties. "Peter," I moaned, my body aching for him. "Please."
He didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed my panties aside, his fingers slipping between my folds, finding my clit. I cried out as he began to rub the sensitive nub, his fingers slipping inside me. I bucked against him, my body aching for more.
He pulled his fingers out, his eyes locked onto mine as he brought them to his mouth, sucking my juices off his fingers. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
He pushed me back onto the desk, his hands making quick work of my blouse and bra. I gasped as he leaned down, his mouth capturing my brown nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. I moaned, my hands tangling in his grey hair as he moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment.
He stood up, his hands moving to his belt. I watched, my breath hitching as he pulled it off, his pants falling to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and I felt my pussy clench in anticipation.
He moved between my legs, his big white cock brushing against my clit. I gasped, my hands moving to his shoulders as he leaned down, capturing my mouth in another fierce kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he slid inside me, his cock filling me completely.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked me, his thrusts growing harder and faster. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing as he continued to fuck me.
"Fuck, Sian," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine. "You feel so fucking good."
I cried out as I came, my body shuddering as my orgasm washed over me. Peter followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, filling me with his hot cum.
He pulled out, his eyes meeting mine as he pulled up his pants. "You're going to go home to your husband, full of my cum," he said, his voice rough. "And you're going to think of me every time you fuck him."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my body still trembling from my orgasm. "Yes," I whispered, my eyes locked onto his. "I will."
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in one last kiss before turning and leaving the office. I watched him go, my body still aching from his touch. I knew that I would think of him every time I fucked my husband, his words echoing in my mind.
And I knew that I would come back for more. |
