QUINCE
2103 Words
“Am I hurting you? I need to know.” His smooth tone vibrated my eardrum.
As my O gushed out of me, things went a little gray and hazy. That was better than anything I imagined. Alixxander used an adult toy on me. To be honest, I was shocked at first. But then relief took over knowing a man’s manhood never penetrated me. Regret set in not long after the encounter. I seduced a married man into fingerblasting me until my needs were met.
Alixxander looked overly content, though his release was nonexistent. Being the btch I know I am, I asked if he considered what we did to be cheating. Ya, ya, ya. It was a low blow. Sincerity coupled with dishonor was neatly rolled up in his response. It was wrong to do it again, but I was curious to find out what the next time would be like. Soon we came to an agreement that caused some hesitation, but I decided not to contest.
Every day for two weeks, including weekends, I showed up on time. Román paid me overtime as his son worked me over. The toys became more. It wasn't the length that bothered me, the girth was the problem. It would hurt for the first five-ten thrusts, and then it was nothing but bliss.
The day came when a man's c*ck would be buried deep in me for the very first time. My tush, to be exact. Keeping my excitement and nervousness pent-up around the office did me no favors with a temporary resolution. Office personnel filtered out at a snail’s pace for a Friday. When the coast was clear, I hurriedly made my way to Alixxander’s office. He seemed off when I let myself in without knocking. Through our naughty escapades, I got the chance to know him better. Picking up the subtle body language told me he wasn’t happy. I figured it had to do with a case.
Calling his name, he replied with an angry tone. Asking another question angered him so much that in one swoop everything had been flung off his desk. Knowing I probably couldn’t help him didn’t stop me from asking. Those once beautiful forest green eyes were cold and sharp. It was as if they were snapping at me. Reprimanding me for having the audacity to offer my assistance.
“Are you afraid of me?” Turning my head left to right, I looked around as if what was happening was some joke.
“Should I be?”
“Get naked.” I locked the door and stripped. Making my way to the bench, he said, “Over my desk.” Who was I to question the gratification he chose to hand down?
Remaining in his chair, I slipped into my blood-red pumps and waltzed over in my birthday suit. During his temper tantrum, he shoved himself away from the desk. Standing between him and his desk, I looked out at the wonderful view of the city. Thinking anyone could be watching turned me on. Alixxander observed my frontal nudity, so I turned around, spread my legs, and leaned over the desk to display the rest of me. The distinct sound of a desk drawer opening and the crinkle of a foil wrapper sent shivers of eagerness through my body.
“Harmoney? I want to do something different from what we agreed upon.”
Looking back, I waited for an explanation. Leaning on me, his naked c*ck pulsed on my opening. I never thought I would want a man to d*ck me down. Alixxander worked his magic to change my mind.
Nibbling on my ear, he said, “I want to fck you.” That was the planned endgame.
As his rock-solid flesh rod pressed against my opening harder, I knew he was requesting a change of venue. I gasped at the sudden intrusion into my tunnel. Surprisingly, I wanted him to take me.
“Harmoney, you've been amazing. Allowing me to please you excites me. Tell me I can, please give me permission.” He could have taken me without asking. Most men would have. I had a feeling the only way he would proceed was to hear verbal approval. I was all too eager, and I verbalized that I wanted nothing more than for him to make me his.
Pushing his thickness deeper into me, I felt the tearing of my insides from the biggest thing to ever have entered me. Pulling out, he waited, then pushed in again, claiming more of me. He was gentler than I thought he would be or could be. Laying over the top of me with his head between my shoulder blades, I felt the wet drops. We weren’t going buck wild, but I figured it was sweat. My very first O from a man's c*ck made me forget all about that.
“I'm sorry.” He kept repeating with each thrust.
God, I loved it more than I should have. “AHHH. FCK. OH GOD, I'M C*MMING. YOU....” I didn't finish my sentence. It was his turn, and he went to town barreling into me. My first time with a man was one I would never forget.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Harmoney. HARMONEY, UHHHHH.” He slammed into me, forcing my hips to jam against the desk. I didn't complain. Just let him do what he needed to.
He continued to pump in and out of me. It wasn't rough, but it sent me over the edge again. He kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck as my walls continued to clench around him. I was trying to soak the event up. Not sure if it would happen again. Removing himself from me made me miss the fullness he provided. He sat in the chair and inserted a finger in my coochie. He removed it and inched it into my ass. I let out a moan.
Standing as he inserted two fingers into the gaping hole he had left behind. I felt full once more. His finger assault had me babbling. I knew what I had just done. It was something I tried to do myself and couldn't achieve it. His fingers were gone from my holes and his face took their place. Lapping up my spray. He stopped when I was done twitching.
“Harmoney?”
“Hmm.” Words, I forgot how to use them. He lifted me up and sat me on his desk.
Holding my head in his hands, he lifted it and spoke. “I don't know what came over me. I'll pay whatever I need to if it comes to that.” That brought me to my senses.
Dropping his hands from my face, he walked away looking distraught and ran his fingers through his hair. My brain was trying to wrap itself around the notion that he wanted to pay me like I was a s*x worker. He returned to his previous place in front of me and asked if I was on birth control. It was then I understood why he was offering to pay for anything. I swore I heard a condom. Pointing to the corner of his desk, ready to fall, sat an unopened rubber.
“Never in my life have I been tempted to be intimate with a female, v*ginally or an*lly, without protection.” So, it’s my fault?
“Why didn't you roll it on?”
“I thought I could control myself. Your tightness. Your release...... you tightened. Understand that you are unlike anyone I've been with. You're..... unused. Clenching my shaft was an incredible feeling. I just let go, without prior authorization, flooding your waiting canal.” He squirted inside of me. That was simply great.
That was my cue to leave. How did I let it get that far? Fcking imbecile is what I considered myself to be. It was imperative that I forget what happened if I was to have any chance of moving on and continue moving forward in my life.
Fast forward. Somehow, I managed to continue my job without holding anything against him. We had an agreement, butt s*x. Why did I want that man to enter my box? I swear everyone in the office knew something happened between us, considering we could barely look at or speak to each other. Guilt was eating at us. I’m certain for me, it was. Then one day, his father announced Alixxander would be taking a leave of absence. Another one?
Two months flew by in the blink of an eye. Having time to think about the encounter without having him in my face helped a lot. I credit Alixxander for changing me into the woman I should have been. Together we changed my life and the way I looked at intimacy. It cannot happen again, though I doubted the chance would arise anyway.
The Carmichael case was ongoing, and as usual I had my earbuds in to concentrate. Clapping echoed throughout my floor in the office. It was so loud it overtook my music. Curious, I went to see what all the fuss was about. Alixxander had returned. My stomach lurched and I bolted for the bathroom. With my nerves worked up, everything about him and that day played out in my mind, again. I know the way it went and ended wasn’t exactly cordial, and I hate to admit this, but I developed feelings for a married man. His gentle touch, the care he took with my body, and the warmth of his words, how could anyone not fall for that? Returning to my desk, he was no longer around, but there was a note left behind.
I was needed in his office, ASAP. I figured I might as well rip the Band-Aid off. I knocked on his office door, and it was opened by a blonde bimbo barely wearing clothes, better known as.... his wife. He wasn't mine, so I had to let the jealousy I felt go. Doesn’t mean it didn’t sting. She looked me up and down, turned and blew him a kiss and then walked out. I walked in, and as usual, a shiver traveled up and back down my spine when his bloodshot eyes landed on me.
“Harmoney?” Let me tell you that man knows how to smolder when looking at me. I never asked, but I don’t think it was intentional. Maybe it was a natural mating call.
Closing and locking the door was an automatic execution whenever I entered his office. My body and mind clearly did not forget. Alixxander’s eyebrows lifted.
I thought he was back to fire me. “Did I do something wrong on your first day back?”
“I need to apologize to you.”
I made sure to remain close to the door that I quietly unlocked in case I needed to make like a tree and leave. He complimented me multiple times and insisted he owed me an apology. My secret emotions begged him not to continue. He used me, and I kinda used him right back.
“It was never my intention to take it that far with you.” That made me feel oh so better. It’s not the first time in my life I had been considered a mistake.
Wanting to end the awkward encounter, I told him I accepted whatever apology he was trying to make. All I wanted to do was turn tail and run. He asked why I didn’t want to yell or flip out on him. Sadly, it takes two to tango.
“I find it hard to believe that you don't have any animosity towards me?” I never said that.
“If you must know, after you used me, I felt more like a woman than ever before.” His half smile weakened my resolve.
“I didn't use you.”
“You were using me all along. We both know that. I was an exciting new toy that you had to play with.” He stared into my eyes before his lips connected with mine. Deep, passionate, wanting, too quick to end.
“That sounds like you hate me. Your kiss confirms it.” He caught me off guard and I vowed never to become involved with him again.
“I don't.”
“Take your clothes off and prove it.” Did he think I could continue what we did before?
“Now?” He took my hand and placed it over his erection. Okay, he meant now.
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