Corporate Sin, Urgent Desire

The fluorescent lights of Sterling Financial hummed, casting a sterile glow on my spreadsheets and quarterly reports. I was meticulously reviewing client portfolios, the rhythmic click-clack of the keyboard a monotonous soundtrack to my afternoon. Then, the insistent buzz of my phone shattered the silence. Annoying, but I swiped it open anyway, anticipating another reminder about the upcoming company retreat. Instead, a text from Greg flashed across the screen: a close-up shot of my lips, glistening with his cum, taken during our last intimate encounter. The accompanying message, dripping with possessive desire, read: “I am yours for the taking right now, if you hurry over.” A slow, hot blush crept up my neck as I quickly gathered my files, shoving them into my oversized tote bag. My gaze drifted across the cubicles, assessing the other women in the office, their faces a mix of curiosity and envy.

“Looks like you’re off to meet Greg,” Jenny, my coworker and occasional confidante, observed, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yes, but it won’t be long,” I replied, angling my phone to showcase the scandalous image. Jenny’s reaction was immediate and visceral. She let out a delighted squeal, her hand flying to her mouth. “You lucky girl, you!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with both admiration and a touch of jealousy.

I adjusted my knee-length skirt, the fabric clinging slightly to my thighs as I made my way towards Greg’s corner office. It was a brisk autumn day, the air carrying a hint of woodsmoke and damp leaves, but the temperature in the office was decidedly chilly. As I approached his door, I plastered on a professional demeanor, maintaining an air of gentlewomanly composure. It was a calculated act, designed to mask the simmering heat building within me.

When I knocked, Greg opened the door almost instantly, a predatory smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he dropped the blinds, plunging the office into a dim, intimate space. He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, revealing a magnificent expanse of pink flesh. His cock stood erect, pulsing with anticipation, a clear invitation to indulge in our mutual desires. He didn’t bother with pleasantries, simply stating, “Suck it all out.”

It was a command, a challenge, and an undeniable thrill. I quickly shed my heels, letting them clatter to the floor, and dropped to my knees before him, leaning forward with a sense of both vulnerability and exhilaration. Greg’s grip on my head was firm, yet gentle, guiding me toward the source of his pleasure. As he thrust deep, I surrendered to the sensations, my body arching in response to the rhythmic movements. The initial shock quickly morphed into a profound pleasure, a primal connection that transcended the confines of the office.

The first few entries were rough, forceful, and purely focused on penetration. His cock was large, thick, and undeniably potent, and he didn't hold back. I bit my lip, letting out small moans of pleasure as he worked his way inside me. The heat intensified, spreading through my body like wildfire. The saliva he released was thick and viscous, coating my lips and clinging to my skin. As he pulled back, a glistening trail of his ejaculate pooled on his shaft, a testament to his overwhelming release.

“Again,” I managed to gasp, my voice raw with pleasure.

He didn’t hesitate. He dove back in, this time with an even more aggressive rhythm, driving his cock deeper into my body. As he withdrew, I twisted my tongue around his head, pulling at his skin and teasing his sensitive tissues. Then, he shifted his position, gripping my inner cheek with one hand while inserting himself into my right. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. When he finally pulled out, a mixture of saliva and his precious fluid ran down my chin, a messy but utterly satisfying display.

“Open wide,” Greg commanded, his voice low and husky.

I knew what was coming next. Deep throat. It was a skill I had honed over countless encounters, a technique that always pushed me to the brink of oblivion. I inhaled deeply, bracing myself for the inevitable. Greg’s hand tightened around my head, and he plunged his cock into my mouth, initiating the act with slow, deliberate movements. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and pain that left me breathless. His meat filled my throat, and I swallowed instinctively, fighting back the urge to gag.

He pulled back, holding my head firmly in place, giving me a moment to recover. Then, he pushed further, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. The pressure increased, and I clenched my jaw, fighting to maintain control. I could feel my pulse racing, my body trembling with anticipation. After a few agonizing seconds, he withdrew, allowing me to gasp for air.

“Again,” I pleaded, my voice barely audible.

This time, he pushed in even deeper, holding me captive in his grip. The sensation was intense, almost unbearable, but I held on, determined to reach the ultimate climax. He continued to thrust and retract, pushing me further and further into the depths of pleasure. Finally, with a final surge of energy, he released a massive load, sending shivers down my spine.

I held it for a moment longer, savoring the lingering pleasure before letting out a triumphant cry. Then, I felt a tingling sensation in my legs, and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.

Greg, caught in the moment of his own release, let out a guttural moan. As he recovered, he began to stroke my body, his touch both rough and tender. He moved slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of my skin.

“Let me lie back on the floor,” I murmured, my voice still shaking with pleasure.

As I settled onto the plush carpet, Greg knelt before me, positioning himself so that he could penetrate me deeply. With his hand wrapped around my body, he inserted himself, initiating a new round of intense pleasure. The combination of mouth-sex and manual penetration was overwhelming, pushing me to the very limits of my endurance.

As we continued our passionate encounter, I felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation building within me. It wasn't just pleasure; it was something more primal, more urgent. I realized that Greg’s touch was stirring something deep within my soul, igniting a desire that had been dormant for years.

Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to climax, a need to release the pent-up tension in my body. Without thinking, I reached inside my panties and rubbed my hips vigorously, trying to stimulate my orgasm. But even with my efforts, I couldn’t achieve the desired result. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

Then, I realized the source of the sensation: Greg’s animalistic urgency, the raw power of his arousal, was fueling my own pleasure. I slipped my hand inside my panties and continued rubbing my hips, hoping to connect with his energy. The combination of our mutual desire was creating a vortex of pleasure, pulling me deeper and deeper into the depths of ecstasy.

As my orgasm finally erupted, I let out a primal scream, collapsing onto the floor in a state of utter bliss. Greg, caught up in the moment, let out a series of groans and moans, his body writhing with pleasure.

He pulled back, catching his breath, and then looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Okay,” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure, “let me lie back on the floor.”

As I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I realized that I had found something truly special in Greg. He wasn’t just a husband; he was a primal force, a living embodiment of desire. And in that moment, I knew that our connection would only grow stronger with each passing day.

When Jenny looked at me and winked, I stuck out my tongue and showed her the leftovers. She just smiled and nodded knowingly. As I got back to work, adjusting my skirt and smoothing my hair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The day had been filled with pleasure, passion, and a profound connection with my husband. And as I stared out the window, watching the rain begin to fall, I knew that this was just the beginning of our extraordinary journey.

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