Behind Closed Doors [ Bear & Sam ]

Daniel continued to watch her expression as he had walked forward towards her, the way that she curiously arched her brow at him as he shuddered softly, knowing he could walk out at any time, his mind battling itself inwardly as he was unsure just what he still wanted as he watched her faceless expression as he said what she had requested that he say. He thought what he had said was appropriate and what she had wanted. He waited patiently, his cock standing firm and tall through his boxers as he waited awkwardly as he waited for his response, his heart pounding and threatening to leap from his chest as he shuffled nervously back and forth, wondering why the hell he was in the entire situation in the first place.

He wanted to slowly nod as she began to respond but chose instead to wait and see what else she said as he began to have a small glimmer of hope as his eyes slowly widened, his heart thumping harder as his body began to kick itself into overdrive before it abruptly stopped as his heart sank at the following response. “Y-you don’t believe me?” His eyes widened, a slight hint of anger creeping into his voice as he became mum, not wanting to get angry or blow up at her as he breathed to himself silently for a moment as he clenched his eyes shut, reopening them as he watched her move her hands sensually over her body and her curves as he bit his lip, her legs still spread wide as he watched her drip with arousal as he looked back up at her as her hand brushed against the flesh of her breasts, tracing over them as his eyes leaned down to watch her hands trace against the folds of the lips of her cunt as he sighed softly. Those hands roaming her body should have been his, not hers, he wanted to attack her body, to ravish her endlessly, through the entire night, round after round against her, wherever and however she wanted. Her body was divine… and he wanted to worship the divine body.

He watched her hand trace and cup her breasts as he bit his lip. Again, his mind drifted to the idea and images that those should be his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts and squeezing and pinching her rounded small and erect nipples as he listened to her sigh. Her demeanor had changed entirely to one of inviting, to one of dominance and sexual prowess, yet he didn’t really notice the difference between the two, taking it still as an invitation to fuck her senseless. He would do anything to get her body, to feel her warmth pressed up against his as they made love. Brief flashes of his wife continued to flash across his mind, but they were fleeting, his mind was memorizing the curves and features of Shay’s body as he continued to watch her move her hands around her curves, inviting him towards her as he stood in front of her, watching downward. He thought he had proven the fact that he had wanted it… hadn’t he? Apparently he hadn’t done enough, and she wanted more as he watched her cock her head sideways as she let out the soft low womanly moan as she watched his reaction, her hazel eyes continuing to bore down on him, seemingly searching inwards into his soul as he waited for her next request as to how he could prove it.

She wanted him on her hands and knees, begging like a dog at the table for food. He couldn’t do that just for sex, could he? It might very well have been the best sex he had ever gotten in his life, but was it worth getting on his hands and knees and crawling forward for? Was it worth making a fool of himself In front of the newest addition to his team. He’d never be able to look back at this in a positive mindset… but again, when would he have the chance to ever fuck someone like this? Probably never as he sighed softly. He wasn’t sure exactly what would happen if he did this? Would Shay forget about it entirely and act like it had never happened the next morning. He supposed there was only one way to find out as the wet sound of her fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping slit and the sight of her lips wrapping around her wet fingers coated with the juices from her tight and inviting slit. That was the deciding factor for his body acted against his still formulating mind as he bit his lip and sank to his hands and knees as he crawled forward, crawling between her legs, his nose and face mere inches from her wet sex as his nostrils were inundated with the smell of it. His face had never been so close to one before as his wife didn’t believe in oral sex and only allowed his cock into her sex and only when she was ovulating. He shook his head again as he sighed and again removed the thoughts of his wife from his head and mind as he looked up at her, on his hands and knees in front of her as he sighed softly and bit his lip before speaking. “Please…” he began. “I want to ravish your body and make love to you… all night long… however… whenever and wherever you want to do so…” he shuddered softly. Had she called him a pet? Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing. He convinced himself that it was a slip on the tongue as he nervously waited her response as he remained on his hands and knees on the cold hardwood floor as he hoped she didn’t laugh him out of the room. He had come this far… and had embarrassed himself plenty already… but he couldn’t bear any further such embarrassment.

He was slow to come to an understanding of what precisely he had gotten himself into, her eyes watching as he came to the conclusion. It was an interesting game that she was playing with him and she liked to have him dangling on a string for her, so eager to fuck her that he could scarcely so much as think of the next sentence. Her eyes closed for a moment and she thought of all the possibilities of what she could do with this man, one so powerful that he nearly owned this business and had products worldwide. He was powerful and she wanted to kick him back down to size so terribly so.

Shay felt a shift in herself as she watched him crawl slow across the floor to her, her sex clenching slow around her finger in a hungry and desperate grasp as she licked her lips slow and was... Surprisingly very aroused by the fact that he seemed so reluctant to be doing so. He didn't want to give up his power any more than any other man would, but for him in particular this was a torture. He could make deals and break contracts, terminate employees and rule over the business with an iron fist, but in this room he was nothing more than a begging dog pleading in between the knees of a beautiful woman.

She could feel the heat of his skin so close to her own and she let out a long and slow shudder as she thought of just how good it would feel to have him against her, his cock ramming inside of her tight cunt as they rutted away like beasts in a field. She wanted to give him an experience that he would remember for a lifetime, something that would leave him erect while he lay with his boring wife and make him drip as he worked his way through redundant phone calls. She wanted him to give in to her, not just now but when she returned tomorrow and the next day. She hadn't lied about her ambition, but she had lied about her intentions.

If he was nothing else, he was quite an obedient pet as she watched him plead between her legs as she continued to pleasure herself, her moving fingers so slow as she slid them in and out of her wet sex. He was close enough he could see the way it hugged around her digits and squeezed, her eyes on him as she slid them out, her legs moving to settle on either of his shoulders, her heels digging into his back to force him in closer. Her fingers were still wet with her own fluids and she slid them slow across his lips before sliding into his mouth, fucking that hole every bit as slow as she had done her own. She watched him as he tasted her, most likely the only time he'd ever tasted a woman's sex before, before she slid her fingers out of his mouth, grasping his chin as she guided his mouth closer towards her sex.

"If you want to ravish me as you say that you do, Mister Richards," She spread her own folds for him, letting her own thumb rub slow over the small nub of her clit, "Show me that it's worth my time. I refuse to fuck a limp dick executive, no matter how hard he begs. Can you do that for me, pet?" She purred down to him, her other hand sliding through his thick hair in a gesture that was on the borderline of affectionate, though her eyes were anything but.

Daniel continued to try and think of what the hell was going on. He was stronger than this… he was a married man, he was a wealthy man. Yet here he was on his hand knees, half naked between the legs of a woman who he hadn’t known when he had woken up that morning. He watched her eyes closed as he closed his eyes. He could still back out… get up and go home to his waiting wife, but what would he do about Shay? She’d still be there the next morning. He certainly couldn’t fire her, people would ask questions and she’d likely have grounds for a sexual discriminations suit too . Daniel was stuck and he bit down on his lips he looked up, beginning to realize just how stuck he was.

He had watched her expression change as he had crawled towards her. He wondered what was going on in her head. His own was tumultuous as continued to fight with himself. He couldn’t be unfaithful to his wife… but then again, he had to stop thinking about the prude bitch sitting back on the couch and home who did nothing all day long. It was much like having the devil on one shoulder and then an angel on his other. He groaned softly as he looked up at her face as she flushed even harder as he wondered what specifically was turning her on so much. Was it the fact he had crawled on his hands and knees? Was it something else. His vain mind and lack of sexual experience failed to make him understand that she was getting off on all of it, especially the control aspect of it all as he awaited her response, his mind and body doing somersaults.

As he continued to kneel between her legs, he was hit with other smells. For one, the body heat coming from her was something else. Perhaps he was emanating the same heat, but he had never felt this way before. The blood pumping through his body… the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He smelt her musk and sex too. His nose and mouth several inches from her wet dripping sex as he looked up at her. It smelt inviting, if that made any sense at all, and it was overpowering his sense of smell and he didn’t like it, not at all. This was an unfamiliar situation for Daniel, and the successful businessman never made a point to walk into a situation and environment he knew nothing about. It was like a cardinal rule for him, and he had broken it back when he had opened the door and walked into the showroom.

What had happened next wasn’t something that Daniel hadn’t anticipated. He had expected that she would accept his ‘beg’ and then help him stand up so she could bend over and he could fuck her senseless. He watched instead as her fingers dipped down into her dripping slit as he bit his lip nervously. Then he watched as her legs lifted up, the warmth of the dark black stockings wrapped around his neck and pulled her closer, scooting her in turn closer to the edge of the chair as he looked up, his eyes widened a bit as her wet and dripping fingers slid into his closed mouth, his mouth opening to allow her to do so as they wrapped around, his tongue moving up to suck and lick at the fingers, sucking the warm and odd tasting juices for the first time in his life. “Mmmpphh.” He groaned as the fingers were withdrawn before he felt he had licked the juices. He had enjoyed the taste, and found he wanted more. He looked up at her as she pulled him even closer, his lips were a mere two or three inches away from the folds of her own wet and dripping lips.

He shuddered as she called him “Mister Richards.” again. Was it something she also got off on, too? He silently wondered to himself as she listed what she wanted. He was no limp dick executive. He silently seethed and realized he had been given an opportunity to prove that he wasn’t what she had just charged him to be. He watched as her hand rubbed against her puffy and small erect clit as he bit his lip and openly sighed a bit. She had called him her ‘pet’ again. He groaned softly as he felt her hand in his hair pulling him closer as he gave one last look up at her fiery eyes as he made contact before descending his head against her wet and dripping slit and hesitantly extending his tongue to lick at her slit as he groaned softly, tasting her juices yet again as he slowly began to flick his tongue back and forth, picking up rhthym in his flicks as he looked up at her, bringing his hands up and resting them on her legs which were still wrapped around him as he sighed softly, slowly pushing his tongue into her wet folds experimentally as he felt her body and watched her face for any sort of reaction or tell as to whether or not he was doing a good enough job for her ‘standards’ as he ate a woman out for the first time. Daniel couldnt believe the lengths he was going to just to fuck a woman once. Was it really worth it?

Oh, his mouth was such a devilish thing as he wrapped his eager lips around her fingers, sucking and licking them as if she'd provided him with an elixir of the gods instead of just the arousal from between her legs, her teeth biting her lip eagerly. Though he was new to the life of begging, she could see the potential in him even as he felt embarrassed of himself and his position. He submitted with just the right amount of reluctance that she enjoyed the game. Her lips curled triumphantly as his eager mouth was left craving more of her, her sex clenching softly in response to the low groan that he let loose. She was beyond excited to know what he was like between her legs, not because there was anything spectacular about him but because she knew that he was likely every bit as experienced as her first lay when she'd been just sixteen years old. She'd reduced this prideful man to a stumbling and horny teenager with such little effort that she knew he was eating from her palm now.

More accurately, he was 'eating' between her legs, his mouth moving to her slit to lick her slowly, his tongue betraying the fact that he likely had only encountered this in porn before. Even without experience beneath his belt he was adept enough to draw a soft sigh from her, Shay's legs spreading to his eager mouth as his tongue pressed inside of her folds and tasted her. She liked the way that he tasted her as if she were a fine wine that needed to be savored, his hands strong around her thighs. She let her thighs press firm onto his shoulders, her heels digging to force his face deeper against her sex, encouraging him on without words. She let herself give into the sensation of him enjoying a woman's pussy for the first time, her head tilting back as she let her hand squeeze a fistful of his hair.

His mouth was starting to learn her body through trial and error, her eyes opening slowly to watch him after a moment. There were a few moments of bliss in which the only sounds were that of her steadily harsher breathing and his softer breathing between her legs before it was broken by a very distinct noise - from the pocket of his abandoned trousers his phone had started ringing with that oh so familiar ringtone that Shay had already begun to associate with his wife. She didn't have time to see his face before she made her thighs clamp around his face, holding him secure against her sex. "Mister Richards," She purred, smirking down at him as her legs loosened enough for him to hear, "You have two minutes before you need to speak with your wife. Collect yourself." Her legs slid smooth from around his head before they found his shoulders and with a smooth and rather harsh move she shoved him hard enough to knock him onto his back, Shay moving quick to snatch his pants from the floor.

She fished out the phone and answered the call as she slid over on top of her boss, straddling him and cupping a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, "Peach Lingerie, Shay speaking." She purred into the phone with her best 'professional voice'. There was a pause as the woman on the other line of the phone faltered, before starting up, "Shay? Oh. Right. I was looking for my husband, Daniel." Shay offered the man a soft smile as she pressed down against him, letting her sex rub against his stiff cock through his boxers, "Oh, of course you are. My apologies, Mrs. Richards... Let me just pop my head into the meeting room, I think he can step away," Shay brought the phone away from her ear and leaned in, moving her hand away from his mouth to press her lips against his harshly, a frantic but quiet kiss, pulling away to call out -- "Mister Richards, your wife is on the line... Yes sir, I didn't mean to answer your personal but... It seemed important." She was feigning a conversation with the man, making it seem as if she were distant with the phone to accept her proper tongue lashing from the man instead of grinding against him. The relief from his wife as almost audible.

Shay brought the phone back to her ear, "He'll be with you in just a moment, ma'am." She purred sweetly, moving her head finally from his mouth to slide the phone into his hand, a wicked smile on her lips as she pulled his cock free of his pants, the poor tortured thing so stiff that she almost pitied it. Her eyes were on his as she made him put the phone to his ear, rubbing the head of his cock along her slid as she mouthed the words, "Take the call."

Daniel shuddered as he looked up and felt her legs lock around his head even harder, her heels digging into the small of his neck and providing just enough pressure to pull him forward. He groaned softly as he listened to the younger redhead sigh softly, encouraging him to try and work harder as he continued to grip at her thighs as he held tight. He found the taste to not be unpleasant but also found it not to be 'sweet' either. He wasn't honestly sure what to think about it, and he couldn't say he had done much reading up about it. He had heard certain foods could make his cum taste or smell certain ways, but he had never actively tried that idea out on himself, and wouldn't know because his wife never performed oral. He silently admonished himself as he thought back to his wife yet again. Here he was, licking and eating out a woman he barely knew, on his hands and knees with her legs resting on his shoulders as he groaned softly. He began to think of what their relationship would be at work from here on out. Would she make him do this again? Would he comply? All those questions were running rapidly through his head.

As he felt the soft yet firm hands grip his hair, he was pulled in even closer and felt her legs wrap around him even tighter as he groaned softly. She was either really enjoying his tongue, which he doubted, or she was getting off on the control of it all, because he felt her growing wetter and wetter between his tongue as he began to try and flick it back and forth rapidly, flicking in and out of her folds and then into her slit messily as he groaned. His entire face was going to be coated with her juices when he fucked her. When he fucked her. Not the other way around, he thought to himself thinking for some reason that he was still in control of the situation as he gripped harder around her thighs and began to moan and hum softly, vibrating his tongue against her slit as he looked up at her, hoping again that he was doing a good enough job for her.

He continued to work his tongue back and forth between her slit and inside of her as he groaned, hearing her start to pant, he figured he was doing a well enough job that he would eventually get her off somehow, but for now there was no indicator that he was doing a 'good' 'okay' or 'eh' job as he watched her face. The sounds of the soft panting were cut off by the loud noise of the ringtone he had set for his wife's phone as his eyes quickly widened. 'FUCK' he thought to himself, unsure what the hell he was going to do about it as he felt her legs tighten even further around his neck, making him unable to move as his face pressed even tighter against it. He had to answer that phone. His wife would kill him if he didn't. Even though he had told her he'd be busy, the needy bitch decided to still call him anyways. It both frustrated him and made him a little relieved he might be able to get out of continuing to eat Shay out. His eyes widened again as he felt her legs move and push him back as he fell onto the cold hardwood floor of the showroom. "Oofff." He groaned as he watched her stand and saunter over to his pants. "Wait... let me..." he started as he saw her reach in and pull out the phone.

"Get it..." He finished as he saw her slide her thumb across the screen of his smartphone to answer it as he sighed softly. "Fuck." He muttered as he panted, recovering himself and trying to calm down from how much he had gotten worked up over eating Shay out so that he could speak to his wife in a few short moments as he watched his new secretary standing nearly naked talking to his wife on the phone like nothing odd at all was going on as he laid down. "Fuck..." he muttered again as he began to realize the mess he was in as she walked over and straddled him, her ass backed up just against the tent in his boxers as he stared up at her round orbs and her fiery red hair as she talked to his wife. The hand over his mouth certainly didnt help the situation and how he was feeling as it was removed and replaced by her soft and firm lips as he groaned softly, trying not to be so loud that the receiver on the phone would pick it up as he grabbed her shoulders, planning to push her back but finding he didn't want to as he groaned again softly before she pulled back.

He took the phone in his hand shakily as he composed himself for several seconds as he caught her glare at him as he read her lips. She meant it... and he was almost afraid of what would happen if he didn't do it too. He slowly sighed and brought the phone up to his lips. "Hi baby..." He said cheerfully as he looked down, his eyes widening as Shay freed his cock, a thick eight inch beast that throbbed quickly, pulsing now that it was free as he began to feel her rub her wet and dripping slit against it. "Yea..." He paused to glare at her. 'STOP' he mouthed the words to her, pleading and half serious as he put the phone back up to his ear. "I told you... I'm working late tonight... a... a big deal coming up me and the guys have to get closed tonight so it doesn't fall through..." He paused as he raised her voice through the phone. "Yes... I know you're ovulating... and you'll be ovulating again tomorrow... so please don't do this right now..." He winced as she yelled at him again. "I might need to stay here tonight... but I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow... we'll go have a nice dinner at the steakhouse and we can come home and try all night." He said slowly nodding. "I... I've gotta get going babe... I'm needed back in the meeting room.... i... I love you too." He said as he hung the phone up and slid it across the room. "Now why did you answer that?" He demanded. "You could've let it just go to voicemail..." he bemoaned softly as he groaned at the feeling of her wet slit rubbing against his cock. "H-how did I do on eating you out?" He asked her as his face flushed. He wondered for the upteenth time what he was still doing here with another woman.

Fear was such an interesting emotion and in this moment Daniel's fear was nearly palpable, her nostrils flaring as the acrid smell of it drifted off his skin. Instead of deterring her, she found herself invigorated by his fear, her body excited as butterflies of her own fluttered through her stomach. Shay knew the fear of being caught, of having his entire life flash before his eyes in a single moment and the sudden tightness in her chest. She had experienced it herself years ago as a teen making out in her father's car, even as an experimenting young adult as her fingers had slid into the folds of another woman. She knew now how easy it was to be drunk off of someone else's adrenaline.

Even in his fear he was still malleable within her touch, protesting but not so much that she was genuinely going to consider stopping. Her hands only grew more eager as he lifted that phone to his ear, hand visibly trembling and cock as stiff as it could be. His wife sounded like a shrill cunt on the other end of the phone and she felt pity for the man, honestly. She was pleading with him to come home, the desperation so plain in her voice that Shay was reminded of a cat in heat begging for a tom to impregnate her. Daniel didn't need a prudish bag to lay still and flat as he did all the work. He needed to have someone take him into their hands and make him beg for more, to put him under their boot and make him really cry out.

His qurstions didn't deter her as she snatched the phone away, tossing it where he couldn't easily answer again if she called back. "I answered because I want you to be thinking of your wife," She aligned his cock with her entrance, her folds just barely parted around his head, "As your cock is inside of another woman." Her hips moved hard, forcing his cock deep into her with a low sound of pleasure, her walls hugging the invading shaft tight as she ground her hips to him, feeling his tip rub firm against her cervix. "We both know you're more excited just from eating me out than you ever have been with your mechanical reproduction-only sex with her."

Shay slid back up, nearly to the tip before sliding him back in, slower and gentler now, though taking him just as deep. "I want to hear you admit it before i tell you anything, Mister Richards. Tell me who you'd rather have your cock inside of." Shay leaned in now, her lips at his neck, breath warming his flesh for a second before her teeth grasped him, a gentle but assertive bite on the tender skin, followed immediately by a tender kiss.

Daniel looked up at Shay as she grinned her wet slit back against his cock as he groaned softly and tried to calm himself down, taking a couple of deep breaths as he slowly groaned. Her wetness was coating the side of his shaft, already leaking precum as it throbbed against her hole. He wondered if she could see or sense how worried he was about what was about to happen as he stared up at her hazel eyes as he bit his lip softly, panting as he looked up at her naked figure, hard not to stare at her breasts. His body shuddered as he continued to watch her. She was looking at him like he was her prey, and he guessed that in the current situation that he was in, that was a fair statement to make.

He continued to watch her as he spoke to his wife, his free hand moving on its own to go and rest at his side before mechanically sliding up to rest on her side. He wasn’t sure to do, and being gripped by fear and unsureness, the move to her side probably wasn’t the best move to have made in his situation, but he found his hand to be unmoving from her warm side once it found itself there as he sighed softly and nodded before hanging up the phone and watching as she grabbed it and tossed it off to the side away from the two of them as it slid across on the cold hardwood floor, sliding a large distance away from them as he turned to face her.

He watched as he rose his brow. She wanted him to think of his wife? He continued to wonder for several seconds before looking down. “Wait…” he muttered as his eyes widened a bit as he began to feel the warm wetness envelop his cock as he groaned, quickly moving his other free hand to her side as she slid down on him, quickly taking his entire length inside of him as he groaned softly and listened to her sigh of relief. His eyes widened as he began to realize his cock was deep inside another woman not his wife as she rode on top of him. “Fuck.” He groaned as he looked down at the entirety of his cock buried inside of her as felt her warmth around his manhood as he groaned. This was already better than any sex he had ever had with his wife. He had always been on top… and they had always fucked in the dark. He had hated it. He grunted as he looked up at her. He didn’t want to answer, but knew she was right… he was much more turned on just by eating her out than he ever was when he fucked his wife. Perhaps it was the forbidden aspect of it… but maybe it was also the control aspect of it. He kept his lips shut tight as he groaned softly as he looked up, his own eyes bearing into hers as he waited for what she was going to do next.

He groaned as she slid off his cock slowly as he looked down. It was coated with her juices as he looked up at her before clenching his eyes shut again and groaning softly as she slid down again, much slower the second time around which was much more pleasurable for him as he groaned again, his hands digging into her hips as he watched her, listening to the question as his own mind continued to do somersaults over and over again at the question. He was married… but she was boring… here he had some actual excitement… and she was so much tighter than his wife was. It was much more pleasurable to fuck Shay, but it felt wrong. He didn’t have time to properly respond before she locked her lips with his as he groaned, his eyes widening in surprise at the bite before sighing as he locked lips with her, eventually pulling back as he sighed. Her leaning down had caused his cock to dip further into her as he sighed softly. “I… it feels much better to fuck you….I.. I’d much rather be fucking you.” he panted, hardly able to believe he had thrown his wife aside quite so quickly as he looked up into her hazel eyes, wondering what her surely unpredictable response would be, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

The man melted like puddy in her hands as he melted against her, her hands molding him so happily into something that she liked better than the businessman he'd been before. Already she'd been able to take him from the form of a loving and devoted husband to a cheat that was, at this point, unremorseful about the current affair. It was so hard to be anything less than a pliant thing when someone was puling your strings so tenderly. It felt so good to have someone so powerful in her grasp, namely since she had spent most of her domination kicking down dogs that were already laying at her feet.

Even still, his cock felt good inside of her and she couldn't deny that the attraction between them was electric, every part of her crying out to be touched by him and her body wanting to explore every one of the delightful possibilities that were before them. She was tempted to take it slow with him, let him enjoy the feel of a woman on top of him and his cock deep inside of her with no reason other than for just pleasure.

Her hands both moved to cup his face and bring his forehead to rest against her own, her hips picking up a steady rhythm that was increasing in speed, her hips meeting his every time as she let out soft sighs each time she felt his cock touch her innermost parts. His admission of wanting her instead of his wife was enough to bring a wicked grin to her lips, her hands pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Her movements turned from still-gentle and loving towards harsh, her pace picking up to a rate that was fevered, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled away from the kiss with a harsh bite on his lower lip.

Shay released him after a long moment, her gasps turning more towards moans as she forced her hips down harsh against his in a rapid and needy claim of his body. "I want you to cum for me, Mister Richards." She purred in his ear, nibbling on the lobe softly as she forced his head to the side, her lips moved towards his neck as she let out a harsh gasp as his cock pressed firm against her cervix. "Even more -- I want you to cum in me." She commanded, her teeth finding his neck and biting slow, gentle pressure slowly turning painful as she pressed her hips down against him and ground them harshly in a slow circle, her body pressing up against him so that he could feel the firmness in her breasts and the soft peaks of her nipples against him.

She let her teeth linger in his skin before she released him, leaving a harsh ring from her bite as she pressed her lips to her mark with a soft smirk. There was only a handful of ways he could explain the mark on his neck to his wife and that was what she wanted, her lips pressing soft and slow kisses back up to his ear as she started kissing back up towards his ear, "And you wanna know a little secret, Mister Richards?" She purred, her eyes bright but evil as her voice dropped to a whisper, "Your wife isn't the only one ovulating."

Daniel still couldn’t believe half of what was going on right then and there. Half an hour before he was about to go home to his wife and normal life, but instead his cock was now buried into the tight cunt of another woman he hadn’t even met before that day as he groaned softly. He wasn’t sure still what to do with her hands as he kept them at her side, his mind drifting back and froth from Shay and watching her slowly slide up and down his throbbing shaft, and to his wife, who he had chosen to abandon to instead fuck the young hot secretary as he sighed softly. Daniel clenched his eyes shut, unable to divert away from the soft sighs as she rose and fell with her sex around his cock.

He looked back up at her face, mostly expressionless save its flushed state and the soft sighs escaping her lips. Her hazel eyes closed shut as she rose and fell on him, controlling the pace as he grunted. He wasn’t exactly sure just how long he would be able to last. It felt so good, and the mix of the forbidden aspect of what he was doing drove him to even further arousal. He panted softly, his body entering resistance to wanting his animalistic instincts taking over and primally taking her and fucking her how he wanted. No…. That wasn’t who he was, was it? He wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to do that, and it both terrified him and made him even more excited.

He sighed softly as he felt her warm hands cup his shaven face as he sighed, her forehead pressing against his as her red hair fell down around them as he felt her quickened her pace as he grunted ever so softly as she rose and fell quicker, working herself up and down on his cock even quicker now with renewed speed as he was unable to see her grin on her face before feeling her soft wet lips press against his own as he groaned softly as he grunted, his eyes widening a bit as he felt her movements grow quicker as he dug his hands into the sides of her waist as he felt her teeth sink into his lip as he cried out and groaned, feeling her nails and fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as he groaned, clenching his teeth as he felt her pull back as she contiinued to ride his cock with more ferocity.

His eyes went sideways as his view shifted to eye the chairs and vanity’s next to where they were as he was pushed down, feeling her warm breath on his cheek as she felt her teeth on his earlobe, a more gentle nibble than what she had just done to his lower lip as he felt her lips tracing down his jawline to his neck as he panted as she continued to roughly ride his cock as it throbbed deep inside of her. She wanted him to what? He groaned as he closed his eyes, already feeling a climax building down inside of him as he groaned. “You want me to cum inside you?”He repeated. What she said hadn’t sounded like a request and it had instead sounded like a command as he cried out at the feeling of her teeth sinking into his skin, arching his neck and leaning it back. “Ohh….” He groaned softly as he watched her continue to rise and fall quickly on his cock as he continued to grow nearer to release.

He moved his hands as she moved her position to press against him, feeling her round orbs pressed up against his chest as he moved his hands to her rounded rear, sinking his hands into the flesh of her ass as he continued to grunt, panting more and more. He couldn’t hold back much longer, and he wasn’t sure he could pull out even if he wanted to in the position that he was in as he felt her teeth withdraw. He quickly wondered how long the bite mark would remain on his neck and just how noticeable it was. He sighed as he felt her lips moving back up to his earlobe as he groaned. Did he want to hear a secret? What kind of secret did she have to tell him in that moment? As she leaned down and whispered in his ear, his eyes widened as it drove him over the edge, his body reacting as his was pushed over the edge. His hands sinking into her ass as he buried his cock deep inside her. “Oh FUCK!” He cried out, unable to control himself as his body shook in one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. “Oh shit.” He. panted and looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock, not anger as his climax subsided. “Y-you’re what?” He panted, his hands loosening his grip as he realized what he had just done by cumming into another woman not his wife bareback as he panted softly. “P-please tell me you’re on the pill.” He panted softly and worriedly.

Of all of the aphrodisiacs in the world, there was nothing that got someone more drunk than that of power and it dripped from him now as she sucked it all away, turning him from a man that could have turned her into a whimpering and pitiful little thing to the very thing that he would much rather see. He was panting beneath her like a dog and begging for more from her even though he knew deep down that he shouldn't have even entertained her silly notions for a moment. He should have turned her out on the street like the dirty whore that she was acting the part of, or at least turned his back on the light in the showroom and left her to own devices in the dark building for security to escort her out. She could feel the fear in his chest even as he gave in to her completely and let her take control of him.

She was getting off on more than just the sensation but the situation as a whole. Shay could see that he was enjoying it in his face, knew that he had never had anything like this before, not only with a woman like her but with a woman that would take control of him like this. His face was enraptured visibly in the moment and his eyes were distant, which told her that he was truly doing what she'd asked him to do. He was thinking of her - his wife, the prude, that would lay on her back with her legs open and think about just when he would get off and get off of her as well. He didn't need to deal with someone that only wanted his cock for the cum that it could shoot. He needed someone that would appreciate him in all of his beauty.

"Mmm, yeah," She purred, moving her hips more ferociously on him so that his cock was pounding into her cunt, her walls tight around him as she gasped softly, leaning in to him so that she could feel his heavy breaths and feel the telltale beat of his heart against his ribs. Her own body wasn't close to an orgasm - quite far from it, though she was thoroughly aroused enough that her cunt was wet. She pushed back against the rising tide of pleasure because she wanted him to do more than just lay there and take it. She wanted him to earn her orgasm and to earn the privilege of making her cum.

He was proving himself quickly in the way that he reacted to her teeth, his neck arching into her mouth as if he were begging for her to rip the damn thing out like the feral beast that she was acting. He drove her more basic instincts to a harsh edge and made her feel an excitement she hadn't felt before, her breath catching in her throat as she appreciated the mark she'd left on him. They were two perfect semi-circles separated only by a small white line of his unmarked skin. The skin was a bright red and slightly raised and if she cared to look closer she could have sworn that she saw the very grooves of her individual teeth. There was no mistaking what it would be when he went home and if the mark persisted then he wouldn't be able to explain it as anything else other than what it was - a love bite.

There wasn't time for her to muse over the implications that her bite would bring, or even any time for her to think. His body was tensing and she felt his cock pulse inside of her, filling her cunt with his seed as he came. He wasn't shy about crying out, a soft smirk on her lips as she tickled his neck with kisses meant to tease, her hips pressing down hard against him so that she could feel his cock rub against her cervix as the last twitches told her that he was emptying himself into her. "Ohhh, Mister Richards," She purred, her hips not moving as she let her body rest against him, letting his cock soak in his own sperm as he came to the realization of what he'd done. He didn't have any confirmation of whether she was on preventative measures of any kind and she was a girl that he barely knew.

Shay brought her mouth to his ear as she slid his softening cock out of her body slow, enjoying the feel of his cum as it oozed out of her slit and stuck to the insides of her thighs, making them slick and sticky with his mess. Her eyes were coy now, looking away from him as she brought a hand between them, rubbing his seed in between two of her fingers, a soft moan coming from her as she brought up her hand to inspect it. From the looks of it, he likely hadn't been fucked well in a long time and he'd had plenty of time to let it all build up from whatever pitiful spillage he poured into his wife by duty.

"I suppose you'll just have to find that out in two weeks, won't you, Mister Richards?" She asked, wiping his seed back onto her thighs, "You've made such a mess of me, sir. I thought you were a clean man." She teased gently even as she enjoyed the slick feel of her thighs rubbing together, a smirk on her lips as she basked in the moment of his total weakness. "What will you tell your wife when you get home?" She asked, tracing a finger slow over her love bite, "I'm sure she'll have so many questions."

Daniel had power. He knew that. Others in the office knew that. He wielded that power with strength and understanding. At least that's what he did at the office. What was happening right then and there was something Daniel had never experienced before... not since college when he was a pledge in his fraternity. He was losing his power, and he wasn't again sure of how he had gotten to be in that position to do so. He looked up at the panting girl, a happy smirk on her face as he laid beneath her, his cock buried inside of her warm slit. In the span of less than 12 hours, he had given in. He should have turned her away the second he felt something wrong with her. He shouldn't have come into the showroom. What was he thinking? He silently cursed himself as he lay, panting, recovering from cumming up into another girl, his secretary as he truly realized that he was powerless to have stopped any of it from happening.

He had watched her face while she was thrusting herself back and down on him and he had been confused. He saw pleasure, yet at the same time he didn't. This girl was getting off on more than just the idea of being fucked on the floor of her office by her brand new boss, and he wasn't sure if he could figure it out in time to do anything about it. He likely lost all control the second he walked into the room, yet was only just realizing the ramifications of doing so as his hands dug back into her hips. He couldn't believe he had thought of his own wife while he was fucking her. His dirty mind had wandered to the idea of two girls. He was fucking two women now, and there was no question at all about that.


He hadn't expected to be bitten, and it had surprised him both in the way that he reacted, his body had reacted and that she had reacted. Shuddering as she felt her lips pull back from his neck, he had continued to thrust through into her, not yet thinking for several moments for how long the bite might have lingered on his neck. 'oh god' he panted as he thrust into her, his thoughts again drifting to his wife and what she would say if she saw the mark on his neck. 'I hope to god she's asleep when I get home... please' he had thought before his primal response overtook him. He'd worry about the mark later, right then, he was focused on fucking the younger girl Impaled on his cock.

He hadn't known he would cum so quickly. He hadn't expected that he wouldn't have been able to pull out, and the very last thing that he had expected was that she would tell him that she was or wasn't on the pill when he wasn't using a condom. He began to sweat as he looked up at her, he grin and smirk staying on her youthful lip as he clenched his eyes shut and reopened them, hoping that this was all some sick and nasty dream. He sighed and look back up at her with his blue eyes as he bit his lip. How had she done this to him? Why had he gone along with it? Had he just knocked the newest staff member at Peach Lingerie up with a child?

The way that she purred his name. "Mr. Richards..." so sultry... so inviting and so dangerous as he felt her slide off of his slowly softening cock. He looked down as his eyes widened at the volume of cum pouring out of her slit. He hadn't cum that hard in... well, he couldn't exactly recall the last time he had came so hard. He watched as she diverted her eyes and dipped a hand down between her legs, bringing up enough cum so that it webbed between her fingers as she seemingly inspected it. What she was inspecting it for, he didn't quite know, and he didn't want to ask as she continued to inspect it as his own his continued to roam her body. Her perfect orbs jutting from her chest, her plump rear, her cute little snatch that was dripping with his fertile seed. He knew in his mind why he had walked into what he had, but he wished he hadn't as he stared up at her.

He watched as her hand dipped back down to her thighs, wiping her cum covered fingers off onto where they were already wet from where her snatch had drained the rest of his ejaculate onto. He was going to have to play the waiting game on whether or not she was pregnant? Oh joy... Daniel sighed softly as he looked up at the auburn haired woman still on top of him. "I..." he bit his lip. He didn't want to respond to her, but he felt he had to. "Normally I don't make a mess like this," he replied as his eyes widened. That was the last thing he needed to tell her. Great... now she would know how turned on he made her. That he came harder for her than for his wife. "My bite mark?" He brought his hand up to run it over his neck. "I...well... it'll be dark. She won't see it." He protested to her, running where he could feel the individual ridges of where her teeth sank into his skin.

"What... what happened here tonight stays between us." He looked at her as he bit his lip. He was still beneath her. He quite literally had no leverage, but he wanted his opinion known, even if she was going to laugh at him for it. "I... how did this happen?" He asked her as he looked up at her, staring at her breasts for a moment before staring up at her. "I... I have half a mind to fire you..," he said slowly. "But I know we can't do that." He paused. "So tell me... where do we go from here?" He asked her, still panting from the powerful orgasm from several minutes before.

As his harsh breathing settled and his cock shriveled back onto the less impressive form of the limp man that he typically was, she could see that his thoughts were returning to him with his senses. It was an amusing show to watch as the emotions played so plainly across his face as he processed the entire scene that had just played out for him as the all too willing participant. Her eyes watched him as he tried to come to terms with the fact he'd just cheated on his wife, a woman that Shay was sure was a good person overall, but didn't give him what he truly needed as such a powerful man.

"I certainly hope she doesn't see it," Shay murmured, though there was a part of her that truly wished quite the opposite. It was one thing to mark a man as yours, but when it was a man that truly didn't belong to you... It was a whole different beast. Her finger continued to brush over the small mark that she'd left on his skin, trying to imagine what his wife's face would look like if she saw the pretty little love mark. "That would be so devastating." She said after a moment, her lips twitching gently into a smirk.

Even as the passion settled and she felt the urge that had driven her into taking advantage of him settled, she could see that he wasn't quite done with her yet. His eyes were still hungry on her body, roaming over her skin and moving over the soft mounds of her breasts as if he were still wanting to have them in his hand and suck her nipples into his greedy mouth. Mister Richards was, after all, a man that craved to have more - always more - than what he had currently so it would be fitting that he still wanted her. The beast that had been sleeping was peeking its eyes curiously to consider the idea of another round.

"You have half a mind to fire me?" Shay let out a soft laugh, "I'd say from the way you're looking at me that you have half a mind to fuck me again." She rolled onto her side and propped herself up with an elbow as she looked over his face and down his body, letting a hand run confidently down his chest and side towards his hip before she paused, her hand moving back up slowly towards his neck, her thumb tracing down his jaw line, "Where we go from here... Is your office, Mister Richards." She said after a moment, leaning in towards him hesitantly.

The urge came from nowhere and while she was on the path of following her more basic of urges, she didn't deny herself what she wanted. Her lips found his softly in a kiss that was unexpectedly soft for the intensity that she'd been bringing before, her hand turning soft against his skin as she let her body press against his. Her body was already responding with fresh arousal as she let herself fall against him, enjoying the way his skin felt against hers and the smell of his cologne that still lingered on his skin.

As quickly as she'd initiated the kiss, Shay pulled away from him, leaving herself nearly breathless as her thoughts scrambled to assemble themselves again and her cheeks turned flush. She untangled her body from his and forced herself to her feet, glancing briefly at the ignored lingerie that was on the floor before she started towards the open door to his office, "I think that we need to discuss my future with the company, Mister Richards. As well as discuss my punishment for such uncouth actions on company property."

Shay moved quickly once in his office, kicking his desk chair out of the way and clearing his desk slowly. Her body leaned forward over the desk, her body curving so that her rear was presented for him in the most alluring of positions, her arms crossed to support her head gently, a soft smirk on her face. Her eye were averted away from the door that lead to the private show room so her only indication that she wasn't alone anymore was the soft tap of his feet, "I think a spanking is fitting for my crime... Don't you agree, sir?"