His Temptation

Hot and bothered

Chapter 7

Hot and bothered

Dominic looks at the both of us; I’m confused. I see jealousy in his eyes; I am concerned; this looks like a game to them. Am I the prey? They both want to get into my panties; from the look, it is the game of who gets me first. Can I handle this?

I excuse myself and leave the men to it. I walk to my desk and sit down and start to work. I see that Nathan walks to his office, looking smug and has a lovely smile. If I followed my throbbing p***y it would lead me to Nathan and surely get me f****d bent over his desk just as he told Brian. Must be something wrong with me because I would love that idea. It makes me wonder how Nathan is when it comes to s*x. If he is tender and gentle, or is he demanding and taking what he wants and giving me what he knows I need and not what I ask for?

I haven’t worked a whole day, and I am desperate to get one of these men or both. I want them, and I need them in different ways. I’ve been a horny mess since I laid my eyes on them, and I can’t allow myself to get hurt again and give a man the power to break me. But I could have some hot office s*x, maybe? Stop! I know it is a bad idea.

I am thinking of the things I can’t have but want desperately wants. Specifically, it’s two men I want more than I ever wanted any man before in my life. But right now, it’s Nathan that I want so badly it aches in my every muscle, and my p***y yearning to know how he would feel filling me up as he impales me with his enormous c**k. I am sure he has a monster c**k that would make me breathless as he penetrated and thumped me wickedly satisfactory. I can’t help to wonder if his son has a big c**k as I imagine Nathan has.

As I am thinking of naughty details of the men I can’t allow myself to have, someone sits down on my desk. It’s Dominic; of course, as I think of his c**k, he comes and sits so close I can stretch out my hand and feel it if I want to know. I look into his face as he says hello, and I can’t help but let myself wander my eyes over his body; it’s firm and has some muscles, not as much as his father thou. My eyes wander down between his legs, and I see his c**k twitch as I look, and I know he is watching me look at what I like to have. Dom is wickedly aware…

He smiles all knowingly and smug…

He asks me out for coffee in the afternoon; I cannot say no. There is a yeah, for f***s sake and please take me to your office f**k me senseless. s**t, my first day, and I am thinking like the biggest slut. I have never acted like this or even thought of things like this. Never have I wanted two men before or wanted to be f****d wickedly and naughty in the office. Brian never did that or had much interest in s*x. I feel starved and need release.

After Dom leaves my desk, I go to the bathroom; I need to come. I am so horny and have been since 9 am this morning, and it’s 1 pm. I need to touch myself and come all over my fingers now. It’s something wrong with me; suddenly, all I think about is s*x, and not only that but s*x with my boss and his son. I enter the bathroom stall; I hurry to work; my p***y has been throbbing since I first saw Dom, especially Nathan. Damn, I need Nathan in my soaking wet p***y; I want to know how he feels. I am aching to have Nathan.

I lean on the wall in the toilet stall and lift my skirt and move my panties to the side to feel how soaked the thought of Nathan made me. I think of how he kissed me and imagined him doing it again but on my p***y and clit. I close my eyes and envision Nate’s finger working my clit, and as I have my eyes closed, it is truly as if it’s Nate’s fingers deep in my p***y and makes me even wetter.

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I imagine Nathan is here with me to assist me with my aching and throbbing p***y:

It suddenly feels so wet and warm and so marvelously good. My eyes lids fly open in a flash, and I look down and see what only can be an illusion, Nate on his knees breathing on my p***y. We make eye contact, and he says; Is it me you imagining giving you pleasure?

I moan and say; Yes, I need you, Nate. I am losing my mind here thinking about you.

Nathan: Allow me to taste you. You want to know how my tongue feels on your sweet cunt, don’t you? I want you just as much as you want me, and I have the same need that I have seen in your eyes.

I am unable to answer, I look to the door, and he just says; I locked it; no one can see your throbbing cunt. Your cunt is mine now, only mine.

I am too far gone; I let him do anything he wants. I take my hand on his head and pull him to my p***y by grabbing him with a fistful of his hair. He licks once painful, slow, and gentle; the throbbing is getting worse with how he teases me. My p***y aches for him; I need him to be a man that takes what he desires. He pulls back a little with his head, looks at me, and smiles wickedly. He takes his hand, places it on my hip, touches me under my pink lace panties, rips them right off me, and leaves me bare for easy access. He takes my lace panties and puts them in his suit pants pocket; I just watch him with a smile.

My smile rapidly disappears as his thick finger traces my pussylips and enters slightly, and he leans in and sucks on my clit. I close my eyes and moan, his finger is in my p***y, and he slowly moves it in and out as he sucks my clit and nibbles on it. I try hard not to make a sound.

Nathan: Angel, you make me lose control of my thoughts. I never stood up from my desk this morning because I was so hard and wanted to f**k you right there in my office.

I am soaking wet and moaning. Nathan enters two fingers in and out of me and sucks my clit, and I no longer have control of much or how loud I groan and beg him to never stop. His fingers leave my p***y, and I feel so empty.

Angelica: Please don’t stop. I need to feel you.

Nathan: Angel cakes; you will…

He then licks and sucks me feverously at my p***y lips, enters his tongue in my p***y, and f***s me with his tongue. I moan and whisper his name, my boss’s name: Nathan…

Then I come and feel my c*m stream down inside my thigh, and it’s my fingers leave my p***y, and they are glistening with my c*m. In my mind, I can hear Nathan say as he looks at me; Angel, you have the sweetest cunt I have ever seen or tasted. I am so f*****g glad I came to find you. It was all in my mind so powerful and vivid imagination of my boss.

I am again moaning in whispers so no one can hear me: Please, Nathan, I want you.

I still feel so needy and need another orgasm, but the truth is the only one that can satisfy my need is Nathan; I want and need the real thing, and not just imagining him doing them isn’t enough. I again rub my clit and moan, thinking of my hot and older boss. Imagine him massaging my p***y again and again. My fingers rub my clit and down to my p***y lips so slowly, and I let two fingers enter, and I finger f**k myself to the thought of Nathan doing it again. Nathan makes me wet every time I think of him. I speed up, pound my fingers in and out of my throbbing p***y, and come again over my fingers. My panties weren’t torn off my body as I imagined, that thought I always found hot and wished a man would do, but no, I had only pulled them to the side. I put my wet panties in place and pull down my skirt.

I walk to the sink to wash my hands so I can go back and work for a little while before the coffee date I have with my hot boss’s son, that is equally good-looking.

I hope no one heard how I pleasured myself with my finger or moaned my boss’s name.

I walk out of the toilet and go to my desk to get some work done.