“My name is Nicky, a good first name from the Eastern countries, or the American cliché, but I have rather a Mediterranean complexion and an Italian accent. I was married a little bit more to silence the rumors than to convince myself that my job as a secretary carries with it his undeniable masculine fantasies What can be said of a married woman without attracting her husband’s thunderbolts, then I take advantage of this condition and of a husband who is absent, although loving, in his loving embraces, he is lacking that passion that transcends the bodies. and fatigue prevent him from satisfying me.I have long waited for him to fall asleep to let my fingers regain control of my body.The excitement that he wakes up by one of my moans stifled in the pillow , or the need to be satisfied, simply, I do not know. I had a drink with friends, the loneliness of seeing couples returning earlier for whatever, other couples forming, some letting go in public I confided in my best friend. I confessed that I felt helpless, unsatisfied. He then opened my eyes.
It’s 7pm, nobody in the open space. Everyone has left work for at least an hour. I came back for a bauble: a forgotten shawl. I particularly like it and I wanted to have every chance to find it by going back to work in the evening. I come in front of my office and I do not find it there. I ask myself then 2 minutes while making my journey of the day. I was sure I had it when I left the refectory. But yes! I remember then left in the office of Colins in the afternoon during our interview. I go there without much conviction to be able to get my hands on this evening, convinced that the door of the office will be closed. And yet, I catch the handle gently and it leaves the door half open. My shawl was laid on the coat rack. I catch it and sense it by habit, as if to persuade me that the smell of my perfume is inexhaustible. It is then that I feel a strange, unusual smell. Something I can not explain. I conclude that he had to remain under a cloak all the afternoon which impregnated the smell of its owner. Whatever, I’m about to come out, when an idea comes to me. It was an opportunity to take a look in the desk drawers just out of curiosity. The unknown and the forbidden are always as exciting at this age. I open the first drawer, nothing extraordinary: tons of paper, a stapler, a note pad .. I then open the second drawer without great hopes. Always papers. I then leaf through the stack and among the white sheets, an abnormal shape is drawn on the edges. I then pull it from the drawer and I remained speechless before what I have in my hands: a pornographic review. The situation then takes on a completely different dimension. The little visit of curiosity becomes more attractive. So I decided to sit down, watching for the slightest noise in the corridor.
Normally I am alone, but obviously the forgotten shawls cause discoveries. I start to flip through the slightly wrinkled pages, surely after being too turned. It makes me think that I have not had reports for days. And the lack is felt. I then dream of before those women who are desirous, with the generous breast, intimacy unveiled and many times visited. Slowly, I feel my hand slide mechanically towards my crotch. It will not be long. Just a few minutes. The place is so exciting, I already drown the seat of excitement, I need to satiate this rising drive. My fingers slide on my clit and my lips very wet. I do not need to look long at the entrance or my fingers are already waiting. I let them wait a few seconds to make the desire rise again. I gently spread my legs under the desk and with the other hand I slowly caress my stiff nipple which is now visible through my white blouse. Which idea to masturbate in the office of a colleague in front of one of his pornographic magazines? It was on these thoughts that the door I had left between the open door let Colins enter, a coffee in his hand. Any surprise I try to hide my stupor and explain the situation. Intrigued for his part, he advances in the room to join me. I had quickly released my hand from under my skirt, but I could not make disappear the magazine that was enthroned before my eyes. I was desperately looking for a diversion when I found myself taking advantage of the situation. My solitary pleasure was well worth sharing. I just had to wait for Paul to find that I had rummaged through his drawers. Hopefully he does not turn.
It is then that his eyes are posed on the obscene photos that lay on his desk. I saw him decompose for a moment before he started:
“-You know I could get you fired for serious misconduct? Breach of confidentiality is a sufficient reason
“I’m confused, jack, that’s not what you think.” I was just looking for my shawl
In Toronto, I was seriously considering the flight and began to get up and head for the exit. He stopped me abruptly:
“Do you want to go home like that?”
So you did not take my threats seriously. I hate to search my stuff. Even more in my privacy. ”
I now faced him and I would die of desire that he prevent me from leaving. The flame in his eyes took another turn. I saw him cross the room in three strides and slam the door with authority. I still did not know where to put myself in front of this ambiguous situation. Even if I dying to take things in hand in every sense of the word, I perceived by his desire for domination that it was better not to frustrate. The tension was at its height in the room when he wanted to sit on the seat I had previously occupied. And then he saw the viscous trace that my intimacy had left on the seat. I then began to observe the swelling bump of his trousers. I knew I was not indifferent. I know anyway that I excite all men. Sensing my burning gaze not to leave his fly, he sat down on the chair and unclasped his tie to make himself comfortable. With his arms on the arm-rest he motioned me to approach me, scrutinizing each of my forms. I liked to feel myself thus observed, like a piece of pulpit, of fresh meat, I wanted to be devoured. On the field. In this office, at this late hour. I wanted to be unfaithful. Feel the excitement of a foreign hand on my ass, on my generous chest that just wanted to be groped. I saw her already spring from my bra too narrow, explode and bounce with each movement. I came up to her, and mechanically put myself on my knees, and began my work as a woman, a sucker. I undertook to release from this pantalo this cramped sex, and swollen with desire. He was expecting me proudly and trembling, subject to my playful language. I wanted to make him suffer, torture him with pleasure. I caught it firmly and my hand and my expert mouth already busy making Colins roar.
I could hear sighs every time my mouth came from my penis to the bottom of my throat. I had rarely been as greedy, as savored. He was already slipping his hands towards my breasts that were banging against his thighs, and I pushed him away for a moment, frustration tenfold desire. He tried to seize them, and I slowed down the movements of my hand as if to punish him. I had the situation in my hands.
I wanted him to beg me to give him my body, while he moaned louder and louder. He then grabbed my two big breasts to stick them against her full saliva. He was now slipping between the two, raising my breasts as high as possible. I was now his object. In a momentum he stood up and turned me over to the desk. His head in the papers, he grabbed my buttocks and penetrated me violently. He wanted to make me pay the price of my indiscretion. He wanted to have fun, kiss bestially. The situation reversed excited me just as much. I was no longer mistress but subjected to her male urges, subject to her sex who pounded me the vagina violently bumping my buttocks slamming. I would have liked to see the scene from the outside, see his blazing eyes, on the verge of enjoyment. Then I turned my head to see, and cried out,
“Turn you bitch, and shout louder!”
As he grabbed my hair to clamp my face against the desk, I did not ask to let go of my moan, my complaints, my supplication so that he continues to smash deeply, that he slam my buttocks. I felt naughty and god that excited me! He then turned me over and with his legs in the air, he now faced me. My breasts bumped each other at each assault, and I felt her purses bump against my buttocks. I passed a hand to caress them, while the other played with my clitoris. It was too much for me to retain this orgasm. I saw myself then project the head back, spread the legs to the maximum to let it empty inside me, feeling the hot sperm squirt against the walls. What an extreme enjoyment to indulge in this way to an office colleague. He had just kissed me violently on his desk. I then dressed, without any embarrassment, and I took an evil pleasure to cross him in the corridors, biting my lip. I already saw him join him in his office, in the middle of the day this time. Maybe another day..”