Late Night, Lost Control

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of my office, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Just yesterday, a casual glance, a shared elevator ride, and a whispered threat had thrown my meticulously constructed world into chaos. “I’ll be stopping by your office late tomorrow. Lose your panties.” The words still echoed in my head, a perverse invitation that had ignited a fire I couldn't extinguish. I’d spent the evening battling the urge to confront the arrogant stranger, but the primal instinct to indulge, the sheer deliciousness of the forbidden, had ultimately won.

As 5:30 PM approached, an undeniable curiosity gnawed at me. He’d made a demand, a challenge, and I, a woman who prided herself on control, found myself inexplicably compelled to test his resolve. Locking the door behind me, I waited, a strange mix of anticipation and dread churning in my stomach. The clock ticked mercilessly, each second amplifying the tension. Then, a sharp rap on the door, followed by his voice, dripping with smug satisfaction. “I knew you couldn’t resist—and I’m betting you granted the request I whispered in your ear.”

“You’re dreaming, you pompous ass. Who in the hell do you think you are?” I shouted, my voice laced with venom and disbelief. He chuckled, a low, resonant sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll tell you who I think I am: I’m the guy whose cock you dreamed about sucking after your head hit the pillow last night. And if you followed my whispered request, I may just make your dream come true.” The audacity of it, the blatant disregard for my personal space, was both repulsive and intensely arousing.

“You must be fucking nuts. Get the hell out of my office and never come back,” I demanded, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. But he simply ignored my threats, his presence radiating an undeniable power. “Tell you what,” he said, casually stepping across my desk, “I’m just going to check out one thing before I leave.” With a swift movement, he pulled open the top drawer, retrieving a silk chemise I'd placed there earlier that day, one I’d worn for a meeting and left to air. The scent of my own arousal filled the air as he held it up, examining it with a predatory gaze. “Mmmm, very nice… and they smell very nice too,” he said, making his way around the desk, his eyes lingering on my chest. “Shall we stop the game now? You can just admit you would love to suck my cock, and I’ll allow you to,” he said with a twisted smile.

Admittedly, the encounter had stirred something within me, a latent desire that I hadn’t known existed. Last night’s fantasies, fueled by the memory of his intense gaze and the suggestive whisper, had left me feeling strangely vulnerable, a stark contrast to my usual confident demeanor. And yes, my pussy was wet when I awoke this morning, a lingering testament to the previous night's excitement. I’d slipped my panties off and laid them in my top desk drawer, knowing they would become damper as the day progressed, anticipating the inevitable arrival of my enigmatic visitor.

“Did you lock your office door?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room. “Uh, I always keep it locked,” I replied, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Yeah, right,” he said, slowly unbuckling his belt and drawing his trousers down, revealing a pair of well-defined thighs and a massive, muscular cock. As he laid his pants on my desk, a wave of primal lust washed over me, eclipsing all rational thought. The sight of his exposed anatomy was both shocking and exhilarating, a potent combination that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

He stood me up from my chair, pushing me gently but firmly towards the edge of my desk, forcing me face to face with the object of my arousal. His hands landed on my shoulders, anchoring me in place as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin. “I now give you permission to do what you’ve been fantasizing about, Patty. Go ahead, go for it.” The words hung in the air, a blatant invitation that bypassed my conscious mind and went straight to my core. My body responded instinctively, my hips swaying slightly as my gaze locked onto the magnificent view before me.

As he began descending, I felt a surge of pleasure that bordered on agony, a delicious torment that only intensified my desire. The scent of his arousal mingled with the lingering fragrance of my own sweat, creating an intoxicating blend that made it impossible to resist. With each thrust, my body convulsed, my muscles tensing and releasing in a frantic rhythm. The feeling was both overwhelming and exquisitely satisfying, a perfect embodiment of the forbidden pleasure I had so desperately craved.

“What a set of tits you have,” he moaned, his voice thick with arousal. “Soon, I’ll let you decide if you want my big, warm load down your throat or all over those prize tits.” The thought of surrendering control, of submitting completely to his dominance, was both terrifying and exhilarating. I allowed myself to sink further, my body arching in anticipation, as he continued his relentless assault.

As he finished his assault, I found myself completely spent, my body trembling with pleasure. He laid atop me, still hovering over my desk at a 90-degree angle, his presence both intimidating and seductive. Then, my husband, Jim, appeared at my office door, a confused expression on his face. “Thanks for the best fantasy fuck ever!” he exclaimed, before turning and walking away. A wave of relief, followed by a profound sense of satisfaction, washed over me. I had indulged my darkest desires, and in doing so, had experienced a level of pleasure I had never thought possible.

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