Once upon a time, there was a colleague I, 37 [F], didn’t get along with, but then he 40 [M] locked the door…

I was 25 at the time, hungry, getting established after university. I’d decided I was gonna stay “heads down”, focus on work, and was steadily rising through the ranks.

Mark was introduced during a team meeting. He was probably one of the better dressed in our office. He was confident, amusing, a bit laissez-faire, but you could tell how he spoke, that he was intelligent, sharp. Not much escaped his notice.

Honestly though, I didn’t think much of him from that meeting one way or the other. (My mind wandered…he had a great body…what was he like in bed, I wonder…oops!) I took a deep breath after the meeting, shook those thoughts away, and just hoped he turned out to be competent, and that we’d work well together.

As time went by, I saw and heard more of him. Some of our projects ran in parallel, so I got to see him work.

He was engaging, and could pull enthusiasm out of people.

He knew what he was doing.

Charisma. He had it.

He was clever.

I could tell he was VERY good at what he did.

And he knew it.

He loved attention…such an attention whore.

Folks like this though, do have a tendency to rub people the wrong way at times, and through some of our other colleagues, it was made clear to me that he was not very well-liked by a few people on the team for these very reasons.

I didn’t want to take his side, (there were some areas for improvement, but he worked hard) but I’m sure he also realized those team members were jealous of him.

He was often praised, and management lapped up every word, green-lighted every project. He knew what he wanted, and he went after it.

I remember thinking that since he was talented, why shouldn’t he enjoy some attention? Why shouldn’t he go after what he wanted? Not that I would’ve told him that.

You see…deep down, beneath the diplomatic and VERY work-appropriate role I played at work, I liked attention, too. And I was also VERY good at what I did.

In my own part of our world, I felt safe enough in my area of expertise.

I worked hard, I was the top performer in our area.

Then we started working together.

It started because I invited him to coffee.

It started because the bosses saw us getting along.

It started because we were regularly fucking in the conference rooms and he loved making me cum with his mouth.

Wait, that happened later.

It started because I let him push my face all the way down on his cock in broad daylight while I enthusiastically swallowed until I nearly passed out.

Shit, also later.

Or it could’ve been because we brought out both our masochistic and dominant streaks experimenting and testing limits with each other.

Even later on than that.

Those are other stories involving him that I might write down later…but for now, let’s stick with how it really started…

I’ll just go with…

it must’ve just been all that damn overtime!

Backing up again for context, I think it more accurately (though never innocently) all began with a skirt and a kiss.

While the team was jealous of Mark, I wondered he was just a bit of a smartass, but I couldn’t deny he was talented. He was funny, too. Intelligent. Tickled my mind, it felt like I’d finally found an intellectual peer.

This seemed to help a bit, as we were stuck working long and soul-sucking hours on projects that just wouldn’t die!

Long hours spent on projects are a perfect opportunity to get to know your colleagues. Get more casual. This is what happened with Mark.

He was still a smartass, but I didn’t all the time want him to just shut his mouth, I was too busy thinking about all the other methods he could put it to good use.

Nobody irritated AND aroused me the way Mark did at the time. And I gave into the wondered in my mind. I let it in, willingly…I wanted him.

I started picking up signals that he was becoming interested, too.

Consciously or subconsciously, I began dressing a bit more provocatively than ordinary. My hourglass shape and 36GG breasts don’t take much effort to stand out. I could be in massively oversized clothes, and you’d still be able to notice my figure peeking out.

Tight pencil skirts. Flowy sundresses. Lower cut tops. Everything is still work-appropriate, but all very tempting. I was even feeling myself. To the point where I’d need to slip away and take care of myself. Skirts and stockings make for very, very, easy access.

One evening, on his way out of the office, I tossed a wadded up sheet of paper at him to get his attention. Juvenile, yes, but we were all the time being silly just to get through these projects.

I overcompensated with my throw, and as he was turning on his own to say good night, the paper hit him right in the face.

Ohhhhh, and he was MAD about it, too. Thinking back on the day, I don’t think he’d had a particularly good one, and this must’ve been IT.

I’d never seen that expression. His eyes were so dark they were nearly black.

My eyes widened and I’ll admit, he was setting off alarms in my brain.

Fear.

I wasn’t sure what he would do next.

Fight or flight…or freeze?

It was wrong of me to be so turned on, right?

Fuck!

I kept telling myself it would be fine.

“Oh! Mark! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” My hands were up in front of me, body language apologetic.

My eyes were nearly watering; they’d been open so wide, I hadn’t even wondered to blink in the moment.

Mark moved in real close to me. Enough so, that I instinctively got out of my chair, backed away, and ended up against my desk instead.

Trapped.

Nowhere to run.

In the space of barely a few seconds, Mark stalked up to me until our chests were almost touching.

Through gritted teeth and a very low and dangerous sounding tone, he said, “What the fuck was that? You hit me in the face. What the..?? Are you fucking crying about it?”

I was stunned, I babbled something about being very sorry again, that I hadn’t meant to, if he just hadn’t turned his stupid head…

He glared down at me. “Well??”

He was getting impatient, and I was avoiding his eyes, blinking furiously, (why had my eyes been watering??) but all I could see was his lips, or just the top of where he’d partially unbuttoned his dress shirt, a bit of chest hair peeking out…

“Hey! Do you not see me here? I’m. Talking. To. YOU.” He startled me.

Both his hands were on the desk on either side of my hips now, brushing the same skirt that had been wiggling in my chair as I danced in my seat to music I’d been listening to earlier in the day, moving those hips when I knew he was behind me, waiting to get my attention for our project.

I had let him watch for a long time, absorbed in the beat from the music in my headphones, before I pretended to “only just notice him” while pretending nothing had happened at all.

He hadn’t said a word then, but that was HOURS ago, after coffee, and he was expecting something from me right now. No more pretending.

I didn’t know how the switch had been flipped, but I was scared and so fucking horny at the same time as he towered over me.

I tried to play it off, fun and teasing about how he wasn’t supposed to catch the wadded up paper with his face, but as was done in old Hollywood movies, he became frustrated and shut me up with a bruising and powerful kiss.

He grabbed my hips and as he pulled me against him, my skirt sliding across the desk to close the gap, my legs instinctively parted for him, my arms went around his neck.

He kissed me furiously, his grip on my hips nearly painful. He was incredibly hard against me, and in my haze, I might’ve let him take me right then, but then I finally blinked and he’d stopped. Didn’t say a word, he just left.

He’d left me there, thighs splayed, breath uneven, lips swollen.

What the fuck had just happened??

The next day at work, Mark acted like nothing had happened at all. And the next. And the next. I was going crazy!

Had that kiss actually happened??

I was taking care of myself at home, but it wasn’t coming close to the raw and dangerous arousal from that kiss. I was distracted always.

But holy fuck, this stupid project…we had so much work to do!

Another late evening at the office, we needed a bigger screen to go over the project, so we decided to hole up in a conference room. He opened the door for me, and I went through. He held the door, and as soon as I was inside, he closed the door with a BANG!

I whipped around to see him moving one of the smaller heavy side tables in front of the door, effectively blocking any escape, and before I could register, he’d stalked over to me again, but pressed me against the edge of the larger conference table.

One hand found my throat, the other my hip, as I was dipped back over the edge of the table, off balance with my feet off the floor. My eyes wide and scared, chest heaving.

As I stared into his eyes, I could see intensity brewing, I collected myself enough to begin to ask what the hell he wondered he was doing, but when he ground himself against my now visible panties from my skirt hitching up, I cried out with enough obvious desire that he grinned.

This teasing bastard had me, and he knew it.

We both knew just what the hell he was doing.

What WE were doing.

Days of pent up arousal from that kiss.

He’d been toying with me.

BASTARD.

I’d never been this turned on with someone’s hand on my throat before. I lifted my head defiantly, but found it only trapped me tighter, my mouth fell open and he punished me with a ferocious and biting kiss. My hips bucked against him involuntarily, there was no way I could’ve stopped them.

He groaned into the kiss, and with his other hand, made short work of the buttons on my top.

“Holy fuck, these tits…do you have any idea how distracting you are? You fucking bitch, my god, so beautiful, so perfect…”

He scooped my breasts out of my bra to the point where they were pushed up and on display for him, he buried his face in them, kissing, sucking, biting. I’m incredibly sensitive, and he took full benefit.

I couldn’t stop myself bucking my panty-covered and soaked pussy against him, as little red marks from his ministrations appeared across my milky white breasts.

Very quickly though, he nearly propelled himself away from me again, and this time I whimpered.

He smiled darkly and chuckled again, but I could see and hear his belt being undone.

Before I knew it, he pulled me off the table to a kneeling position in front of him. He took out his cock and pressed it against my breasts, still proudly on display, nipples erect in that cold conference room, my stocking-clad knees on the hard floor.

He was…big.

Bigger than I’d seen in awhile.

He moved much closer to me, to the point where his cock became engulfed between my breasts, and he pressed them together for more pressure. I looked up at his face as I saw him take my breasts for himself, fucking them while my pussy dripped.

I moved my own hands to hold my breasts firmly over his cock, and he chuckled again, “Good girl.”

I was in a haze, I was confused, I was so fucking horny. It felt right to be so strangely obedient, despite no orders being given. I was still shocked by the entire situation. But still, I wanted this.

I smiled and looked down as his cock fucked my breasts and I looked up at him in the eye and smiled.

He smiled down at me, but oh how he GROANED when I took that opportunity to spit on his cock, helping him slide between my tits, slick and smooth.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. “You little slut, you knew what to do, didn’t you? Open your mouth, open your fucking mouth for me.”

I kept eye contact as my mouth fell open, and he took benefit by pressing the exposed part of his cock from between my breasts into my mouth.

“Kiss it, kiss my cock, you whore.” From anyone else, those words would not have made me wet or compliant. But in that moment, with him, oh, how they drove me wild.

And I did. I kissed his cock all over, all over the head, shaft, around his hips, his balls, back to the head. His precum was spread across my lips, my tongue.

He was a live wire then, nearly shaking, as if he was battling in his mind because he couldn’t decide between my breasts or my mouth. My poor pussy was just aching between my thighs.

Finally, I grabbed his cock with my hands, and decided for him.

He was startled and nearly fell over, bracing himself with the wall and the table behind me, as I took as much of him as I could inside my wet, wet mouth.

Some drool fell from my lips and landed on my breasts, and he MOANED as he watched it fall.

“Yes, yes, you little bitch, take my cock, fuck! Your mouth feels so fucking good!”

He was big. He was rough. Oh, but he felt amazing. He fucked my mouth, and pressed his cock almost past the safe point of gagging, I hadn’t had someone so deep in my throat for a long time. I whimpered and he chuckled again.

“You’re going to take all of me.”

My tear streaked face looked up at him and nodded, causing him to moan again as we made eye contact.

I don’t think he’d been quite prepared for all this with me. I met him at every point.

What a sight I must’ve been though, on my knees for him, breasts jutting out proudly, swaying with the face fucking we were so vigorously engaged in, slick drool dripping off my nipples.

My eyes defiant, staring back into his own, my mouth and throat furiously working on his cock.

He started breathing heavier, and I knew he was gonna cum. I gripped his ass and held him to me. He needed to brace himself further on the table, and all my senses were soon flooded.

Thick, heavy, hot.

His cum nearly burned me as it filled my mouth, shot straight down my throat. He went on and on.

This man, my colleague, this smartass sonofabitch teasing bastard, this hot fucking cock of his emptied into my mouth like he was stuffing a pussy.

After I had drained all there was, he hauled me back up and kissed my very sore mouth deeply.

Tasting himself, he thanked me, and said that tasting himself from MY mouth was “the hottest thing”.

I kissed him back, and he worshipped my mouth with his own. My pussy was on fire, so drippy, so neglected, I could feel all that additional wetness from when he’d fucked my mouth just slipping down my thighs.

His hand traveled down, lifting one of my legs, exposing my drenched pussy, panties so wet, they were only for show at this point. “Look at this, what should we do here, hmmm?”

“Please…” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

I felt drunk on his cum. Drunk from his cock.

Suddenly, his mouth was on my pussy, nipping and kissing me through my panties. He licked and sucked and pushed his thumb inside as far as my panties would allow.

“No, no, this won’t do.” He started looking around where we were.

I saw him reach for something, but I couldn’t see, but I felt the cold office scissors on my thigh.

I panicked, but he pushed a hand to my stomach and held me there.

“Don’t you fucking move, this is very delicate, you’ll love this…you’re already loving it with how much wetter you are. Your pussy never lies, you know…”

My mind racing, I could feel the big office scissors slipping under the edge of my panties and he snipped them off me.

I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or cum just then, it had been such an overload of my senses.

My ruined panties were shoved into my mouth as I cried out, and his mouth claimed my pussy.

“Fuck! I’ve never…I’ve never seen such a wet and beautiful pussy like this…god, you taste so good. Hiding this little pussy from me…did you think that you could??”

With those panties stuffed in my mouth, he nipped hard at my clit, and I was thankful to have been gagged at that moment because I would’ve screamed. I’m pretty sure I did scream.

He was so good, taking over my pussy with his mouth, his fingers. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my breasts heaving while I held onto the edge of the table for dear life as he made my pussy his meal. Total submission to his mouth. I was on fire. I never wanted it to stop.

“I can tell you’re close, I know you are, let go for me, you fucking bitch…fuck…so fucking beautiful…cum for me…” my eyes rolled back and my world split and shattered as I came with his mouth latched onto me.

He doubled and tripled his ministrations to the point I wondered I was gonna pass out from cumming, but he held me fast, licking, kissing, sucking, biting, every sloppy part of my pussy.

Every aftershock of my powerful orgasm was swallowed by him, and another wracked my body not soon after, lifting my body almost completely off the table, but he pushed me down and captured my pussy again.

When it was over, I could barely move. I was a broken and dazed doll in his arms as he removed my panties from my mouth, and he placed them in his pocket.

His thumbs pushed my tears off my face, and I looked up at him as he was embracing me, my cum still slick and wet on his lips. He smiled warmly, and kissed me deeply. This was different from the brutal taking of before. It was tender, it was sweet.

We stayed like that for awhile, holding and being held.

We started to revive.

“I want you to come over tonight. I would take you home right now, but I have to do something with my parents since they’re in town. You’ll come over tonight for me, won’t you?”

He looked almost pleadingly into my eyes, so different from the smartass colleague, or the beast who had just ravaged my mouth and then my pussy with his own. I looked up at him and nodded without thinking. The bastard chuckled again.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get out of here, yeah? We’ll finish tomorrow, the work will still be here.” I nodded in agreement.

I got up on wobbly legs and fixed my skirt. In doing so, I realized my panties were gone, and snapped back to reality.

“You fucking asshole! Those panties were expensive!” I slapped him and he ducked, so I only hit his shoulder. He grinned like a kid.

He wasn’t sorry at all.

Fucking asshole.

BASTARD!

We cleaned ourselves up and set the room back as it had been and packed up to leave. It was later, so we were the only ones left in the office. We got into the elevator, and he pulled me to him.

He pulled my ruined panties from his pocket and brought them to his face. I was shocked. He laughed and put them back in his pocket, but the whole ride down to the street, all 35 floors, his fingers played with my pussy from behind.

Taking the train home in a skirt with a dripping pussy and no panties was a new experience. I barely made it.

I got home and nearly collapsed. He’d texted me his address, and a time. I had a few hours, so I rested, showered, and readied myself.

What on earth was I gonna wear?? I wondered back to when he’d sliced my panties off and I shivered.

It had been so fucked up, so dangerous.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I was wet again.

I settled on a sheer black and white bra with matching panties that had ties on the sides to complete the set.

Real talk? My lingerie was expensive, I wasn’t gonna let him ruin them again…at least not like that.

Asshole.

It was still warm out, the middle of summer, so I threw on a summer dress and sandals. My hair was secured in a ponytail. Light makeup. I got in my car and headed to his place.

When he opened the door, he was dressed much nicer than he’d been at work, must’ve been what he wore to see his parents, though his shirt had been unbuttoned a few extra buttons. He smelled good, clean, something that was quintessentially him. I crossed the threshold, looking around his place as he closed the door and locked it behind me with an ominous CLICK.

He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck in between social niceties…”Did you discover the place okay? Parking wasn’t too bad? God, you smell good. I can’t believe it was just a few hours ago…I missed you…” He was all over me. A totally different person from the cocky sonofabitch who’d cut my panties off. It was strange, this dichotomy, but it was nice. Sweet, even.

I turned in his arms and kissed him, wrapping my arms around him, and I could feel him getting worked up.

Something in the kiss was turning…dark, and before I knew it, I was backed against a wall, again…nowhere to go.

His hands moved to either side of my head on the wall behind me, as my own arms hung around his neck, he was breathing heavily.

“I imagined you here.” He said.

I smiled, feeling some power return.

“I’m glad I’m here with you tonight, Mark.”

He looked dangerous, there was something in his eyes.

“You never say my name, ever. Do you know that? You never do. And just now…” he sucked in a breath, and gritted out through clenched teeth, “…that’s all it fucking takes…”

He kissed me, hard.

One of his hands taking its place again at my throat as the other wrapped around my ponytail, he’d trapped my body with his against the wall.

His mouth was relentless, my mouth was being claimed, and we both knew it. Whatever thoughts or fantasies he’d had prior to the conference room, or anything that came after I’d darkened his doorstep, they were becoming reality.

Yanking my head back by my ponytail, he squeezed my neck more forcefully, while I met the pressure of his hips with my own. He groaned into the kiss, and the room felt like it was going dark until he released my throat.

We had gotten carried away. This was dangerous. We needed to look out for each other better. We stood there, holding each other, rubbing, kissing. Giggling. My hands tugged on his belt.

“Is this safer?” I teased.

He grinned.

“Not at all.”

Sliding out from his grasp, I took the opportunity to push HIM against the wall. He was stronger than me, for sure. But I had the element of surprise, and used it to my benefit.

“I want your cock in my mouth again, Mark. You’re going to give it to me, right?”

He nodded, and I made short work of his clothing. I settled on my knees in front of him again.

Kissing and licking his cock, looking up at him as I slowly drew it in further and further until my nose was pressed firmly against his abdomen.

I stayed there for a few beats, then released him, drew him in again, and again.

Repeating, worshipping his cock.

He could barely move.

This fierce man was speechless.

I could tell he was nearly there, I was ready to taste him again, when his brain revived.

He drew me up by my shoulders, and pushed me against the sofa . Like a rag doll, I fell over the arm of the sofa, and he pulled my hair back and gripped my hips again.

“You think you’re in control here?” He lifted my dress, and made note of the ties to my panties. I felt him vibrate behind me with laughter as he tore through the knots I’d tied, panties falling uselessly to the floor.

His cock, still wet from my mouth, was rubbing between my thighs, just barely touching the outer reach of my pussy. I was wet, dripping. He continued to rub, to thrust.

“We should’ve talked about this before. Fuck! You’re on birth control?” His resolve was weakening, he wanted this as much as I did. I nodded, “Yes, yes, I am. And tested recently. All good.” He said he’d been tested, all good there, too.

“There’s not enough room here. Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

What would be the first of many trips to Mark’s bed began with my arms bound in front of me, while I was laid on my stomach, completely prone. Mark kissed down my back, along my shoulders, grabbing my hips, my ass, he couldn’t get enough of my curvy frame.

When he finally positioned himself behind me, he said “You’d better bite down on something.” And I bit into the leather straps at my wrists while he split my dripping pussy with his cock for the first time.

He stayed there for what felt like ages. So full. I was so fucking full. I swore he must’ve been in my stomach, I was so full. Full of Mark’s cock.

My earrings swayed and sounded like bells as he pumped himself in and out of me, each thrust like the first time, stretching and punishing.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you…Fuck!” I was helpless under him, but on fire, each thrust was making me want it more. Want HIM. More.

“You’re so fucking deep, Mark…I never would’ve, oh shit…” I wasn’t prepared to cum right then. I normally know well in advance. I’d all the time been in control, but just then, the weight, the pressure, the excitement, I exploded around him as he groaned behind me.

He flipped me over on my back and dove back inside me, my arms still bound, but now over my head. Gripping my hips, I was sure there would be bruises in the morning. I pushed my own spasming pussy against his cock, crying out and his mouth captured one of my nipples.

I had no coherent wondered.

I.

Just.

Wanted.

THIS.

I couldn’t believe Mark was lasting so long, it was amazing. I was so close to cumming again, when he got into the bed with me and then pulled me up and onto his lap.

“I want to see you.” He said. “Don’t stop…don’t close your fucking eyes, now. Fucking look at me…”

It was difficult to stay looking at him, and not let the sensation of pushing my pussy down onto his cock carry me away.

Every delicious inch found its way into the deepest parts of my pussy, as he thrust upwards.

“Your cunt, your juicy little cunt…keep looking at me. Don’t you dare look away…”

The restraints had become tangled, my arms were behind me now, as we fucked, I kept this intense eye contact that stoked the fire in my stomach.

His arms around me, his mouth on my tits, we ground out another orgasm from my bruised pussy, and as I came, he released wave after wave of thick, hot, cum inside me as we both cried out.

We stayed like that, I was just arched in his arms, orgasmic aftershocks rocking our bodies.

He placed a lingering kiss between my breasts, almost reverently, peppering the rest of me, anywhere he could reach, with kisses, as he reached around to undo the straps. He gathered my limp arms and put them around him as I held onto him.

He kissed the red indentations on my wrists where I had pulled against my bindings.

“Does it hurt?” His voice was calm, a little concerned, but kind. Interested.

Clearly, his beast was satiated.

“It’s sore, but it doesn’t hurt, Mark.” I said dreamily.

He grinned into my shoulder. “How about here?” He pushed his spent cock against my pussy, we were still connected. “Oh fuck!” I cried out.

It hurt. It had hurt, what we had just done. My throat, my pussy.

I should say it had hurt the way I’d WANTED it to, in the way neither of us had discussed or planned, but we both knew instinctively had been desired.

I rolled off him to catch my breath some more, breaking the connection between us. I swear at that moment, it was his turn to whimper.

He was kissing me again before I knew it, kissing his way down, to the mess we had both made of my pussy. He kissed and licked around me as I braced myself again and questioned, “Mark…??”

He looked up at me from my very red, and very messy pussy.

“You know I’m VERY good at what I do…”

NSFW: yes