The sun had just begun to set beyond the rolling hills of Pillaton Farm, casting a warm, orange glow over the small office complex nestled in its embrace. Inside one of these offices, Sian, the company's accountant, sat hunched over her desk. Her eyes were glued to the computer screen, her pupils dilated with a hunger that had nothing to do with the spreadsheets she was supposed to be reviewing. The office was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Her hand had slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, her fingers tracing the silky fabric of her panties. She was lost in a world of digital flesh and moans, her imagination fueled by the pornographic scenes playing out before her. Sian's breath grew shallower as she touched herself, her body responding to the visual feast with a growing ache between her legs. The room grew warmer, the scent of her arousal mingling with the faint smell of ink and paper. Her hand grew bolder, pushing aside the barrier of her underwear to delve into the slick folds of her sex.
Outside, Peter, the burly, blue-collared worker who maintained the farm's grounds, was making his final rounds before heading home. His eyes wandered to the office window, catching a flicker of movement in the dimming light. His curiosity piqued, he approached, the crunch of gravel under his boots growing softer as the grass took over closer to the building. Through the glass, he could see Sian's silhouette, her body moving rhythmically with the strokes of her hand. His own desire stirred, his cock thickening in his pants as he watched her unknowingly.They had been flirting with each other for so long but now he had a chance to enjoy himself with her he couldn't believe his luck.
Without a second thought, Peter tried the door and found it unlocked. The soft click of the handle echoed through the vacant hallway as he pushed it open, his eyes adjusting to the low light of the office. Sian looked up, with a dirty smile, a hand still buried in her pants. Her cheeks flushed,Peter was already crossing the room towards her, his intentions clear.
He grabbed the back of her chair, spinning it around so she faced him. The look on his face was one of raw, animal lust, and it sent a shiver of excitement down Sian's spine. Peter leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You look like you need some help with that."
"yes i do"Sian gasped.
His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt aside to reveal the wetness glistening on her fingers.
Sian's mind raced with desire. She was married, but the thought of her husband, Dev, didn't enter her mind. Instead, she was captivated by the primal urgency in Peter's eyes, the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he reached for her. He took her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. The taste of her arousal on his tongue was like a drug, making him harder than he'd been in months.
With a swift movement, Peter pulled her chair away from the desk and turned her to face him fully. He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed her legs apart. Sian's heart thundered in her chest, her body trembling as he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. The first touch of his tongue was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his neck as he buried his face between her thighs, his beard scratching against her sensitive flesh.
Sian's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding to Peter's rough ministrations. His tongue was insistent, exploring every inch of her sex with a hunger that seemed to grow with every passing moment. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her hips bucking against his face as she approached climax. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until, with a cry, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning bolt.
Her body went slack, boneless with pleasure, as Peter stood, his eyes gleaming with lust. He reached for his own zipper, releasing his thick, hard cock. It stood proudly against his stomach, flushed and glistening with precum. He stepped closer, pressing himself against her, the heat of his body searing through her thin blouse. Sian's eyes widened as she took in the size of him, her own desire rekindling despite her recent release.
Without a word, Peter reached for her, his hands strong and sure as he lifted her onto the desk. The cool wood pressed against her back, sending a delicious shiver through her. He stepped between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he was inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her body stretching around his girth, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. She moaned, her nails digging into the desk as he began to fuck her with urgency.
Her pussy clenched around him, the walls tight and greedy, desperate to feel every inch of him. Peter's hips pistoned, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that filled the small room. Sian could feel the desk moving beneath her, the legs sliding on the floor with each powerful thrust. Her breasts bounced with the force of their union, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her nipples. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind a haze of pleasure.
Her second orgasm was a crescendo, a symphony of pleasure that built and built until she was certain she would break apart. Her back arched off the desk, her legs tightening around him, urging him deeper. Peter's grunts grew louder, his strokes more erratic, until, with a roar, he came, his hot seed spilling into her. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the heavy silence.
Then, with a final kiss that was almost tender, Peter pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants. He watched as Sian scrambled to right herself, her eyes glazed and her cheeks still flushed. "You should get home to your husband," he murmured, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. "I'm sure he'd love to know how well you've been taken care of." With that, he turned and left, the door closing softly behind him.
Sian sat there for a moment, her body still humming with pleasure.
As she gathered her things, she made a decision. Tonight, she would bring home the evidence of her infidelity, a gift for Dev to clean from her body. The thought of his tongue on her, tasting Peter's cum, was almost too much to bear. She could feel another orgasm building, her body insatiable.
The drive home was a blur, her mind racing with the events of the evening. She couldn't wait to be back in her own bed, her husband's face between her legs as he licked her clean. The anticipation was exquisite, each bump in the road a sweet agony that made her clit throb. When she finally pulled into the driveway, her heart was racing, her sex slick and ready for more.
Inside the house, Dev looked up from his book, surprised to see her so early. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he took in her disheveled appearance. Sian stepped closer, her eyes dark with need. "I have a surprise for you," she whispered, pushing him down onto the bed. She straddled him, her pussy still slick with Peter's cum. "I want you to taste what I've been doing at work," she said, her voice husky with desire.
Without a word, Dev leaned in, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting the musky evidence of her affair. Sian moaned, her hips rocking against his face as he ate her out, his tongue swirling around her clit before delving into her depths to gather Peter's cum. The sensation of Dev's mouth on her was electric, a stark contrast to the roughness of Peter's earlier touch. Her husband's tenderness only served to heighten the naughtiness of her earlier encounter, making her feel like a whore for his enjoyment.
As Dev's tongue danced within her, she reached down to cup his face, her fingers tangling in his hair. His eyes met hers, and she saw the flicker of curiosity mixed with arousal. He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue swirling around her clit in slow, deliberate circles that had her writhing above him.
Her orgasm built again, a wave of heat that started in her core and spread outwards, consuming her body. She threw her head back, her moans echoing through the quiet house as she came, her juices mixing with Peter's cum in Dev's mouth. He swallowed greedily, his own cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he felt her shudder against his face.
Finally, she slid off him, her legs trembling, and lay beside him on the bed. "Fuck me," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. "I need you to fill me up, Dev. I need to feel you inside me after... after what I've done." Dev's eyes widened, his cock jerking at her words. Without hesitation, he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he was inside her, filling her with his warmth, erasing the lingering presence of Peter's intrusion.
Their bodies moved together, a silent dance of passion and need. Each thrust brought her closer to the precipice, her inner walls contracting around his shaft. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, a heady mix of sweat and sex that only served to drive them wilder. Sian's nails dug into Dev's back as she urged him on, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she shattered again, her body bowing off the bed as she screamed his name.
Through the haze of pleasure, she was aware of Dev's own climax, his cock pulsing deep within her, his release flooding her already sensitive pussy. They lay there, panting, their bodies entwined in the sticky mess of their passion. The guilt of her infidelity was a distant memory, drowned out by the pulsing aftermath of her orgasm.
And as she drifted off to sleep, the taste of Peter still lingered on her lips, planning her next rendezvous at the office, eager to see if she could recreate the raw, primal feeling that Peter had given her, eager to bring that sweet taste of betrayal home to Dev once more. |
