The New Hire’s Secret
The office atmosphere shifted the day the new recruits arrived. Among the group of eleven newcomers, one man immediately commanded my attention. He was towering, standing at about six-foot-two, with the broad, powerful build of a former high school football star. From the moment I saw him in training, I knew I wanted him.
It happened to be payday, the perfect excuse to suggest a celebratory round of drinks. I played it cool, inviting the whole group to a nearby bar with loud music and cheap cocktails, though my only real goal was to break the ice with him. As the night progressed and the alcohol flowed, I felt a pang of jealousy seeing him dance with my best friend. Thinking I had missed my chance, I bid the group goodnight, feeling a wave of disappointment.
Just as I turned to leave, he stopped me. He asked where I was headed, and as it turned out, we were taking the same route home. The tension between us had been simmering all evening, and by the time we stepped into the empty subway car, the air was electric. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed me. It was sudden, hungry, and exactly what I had been craving.
The chemistry was undeniable, and the physical attraction became an urgent need. I didn’t hesitate to suggest a nearby hotel, and he agreed instantly. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, we collided in a feverish blur of longing. We stripped away our clothes, exploring every inch of each other’s skin with our tongues and hands.
When I finally saw him fully exposed, I was breathless. He was impressively endowed, a thick, heavy length that promised a night of intensity. I knelt before him, tasting him deeply, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock until he groaned, his voice strained with the need to be inside me.
He lifted me, positioning me perfectly before driving himself deep into my heat. The initial stretch was overwhelming, filling me completely, but it was a delicious kind of pressure. He moved with a rhythmic, powerful force, taking me in every position imaginable, his muscular frame pinning me down as he claimed me over and over again.
As the climax approached, he whispered that he wanted to finish in my mouth. I eagerly complied, welcoming the warmth of his release, swallowing every drop of his seed with a sense of triumph.
We have continued our secret arrangement ever since. Recently, I discovered that he is married with two children. Rather than feeling guilt, the knowledge only adds a dangerous, thrilling edge to our encounters, making every stolen moment feel even more illicit and exhilarating.