An Unexpected Rendezvous

Sharon gags, spluttering, hacking noises audible from around Steve's juicy fat cock, but she gamely keeps pulling him in. She's not an active partner here, Molly can tell. There's no room for tongue movement or teasing; it's simply Steve using her face like a sex toy. And she seems to love it. As Steve pulls out and begins fucking her throat once more, she grips his legs ever more tightly and pulls him into her, desiring the rough, animalistic fucking that he's giving her.

Steve's pace increases even further, if that were at all possible. He's grimacing now, his face contorting as his body leads him towards a pounding pleasure. All at once, he shoves his cock in as deep as it will go, tensing his hips and groaning as he pushes deep into Sharon's throat. "Cumming! Take it all!"

Molly sees his balls twitch as he empties himself into Sharon's face, keeping his cock rooted in her until the end. When he finally pulls it out, it's dripping with cum and saliva, but still brutally hard.

Sharon coughs and gags as she draws herself into a sitting position on the desk. Her face is a red-flushed mess of cum, sweat, tears, spit and running makeup, but there is a fierce joy in her eyes as she swallows the remainder of Steve's load. "You ever done that to someone before?" she asks, her voice sounding a little hoarse. Licking her lips, she collects some loose dribbles of cum and sucks them into her mouth, closing her eyes as she savours the taste.

"Never..." Steve stares slack-jawed at Sharon. "It felt fucking amazing, though."

"Didn't it just?" Sharon purred, standing and grasping the hem of her skirt. "It felt so good for me too, you know? I just love being your little slut, showing you the side of me that nobody else gets to see. You wouldn't believe how wet it makes me when you hold me down and use my body for your pleasure."

"You like being a fucktoy, huh?" Steve asks, watching as his lover slowly rolls her skirt up, exposing inch after inch of white leggings on her slim, sexy thighs.

"I love it," she says, reaching under her skirt to shimmy the leggings down, revealing light blue panties that match her bra and creamy, soft thighs that look almost as pale as her white leggings. "Look at my pussy, baby. See how wet I am?"

"Yeah. Holy shit," Steve breaths. Molly can see it too, even from her relatively distant vantage point in the cabinet. A dark wet patch, extra-contrasting on the light-coloured fabric, is visible at her crotch as she holds the front of her skirt up.

"I got like this from having you use me," Sharon murmurs, reaching her free hand into her panties and shuddering as she touches herself. "Oh, fuck! My pussy's so ready for you right now. You've made me into a total whore who gets off on being face-fucked, and now... now I need you in my other hole. And I need it hard. Can you do that for me?"

Steve smiles. Quick as a whip, he grabs Sharon by the shoulder, spinning her forcibly around and slamming her on the table, grinding her face into the fake wood. "Ah!" she exclaims playfully, wiggling her tight, jiggly ass at him. "Playtime's over, I see."

"Nope," Steve says, pulling the back of her skirt up and exposing her panties before slapping her hard across the ass, eliciting another squeal. "Playtime's just beginning." Slipping his hand between her legs, he rubs her pussy through her soaked panties - but it is no gentle caress. He pushes his fingers deep into her, stretching the fabric and rubbing like he's trying to start a fire.

Sharon squeals with pleasure as his other hand moves to her neck, continuing to press her face against the table. Her eyes roll back into her head as her whole body shakes from the force of his fingering. "Oh my God, gonna cum!" she hisses.

Steve stops immediately, causing her to whine and press her ass back against him, seeking release. "Why?" she moans piteously. "I was so close!"

"That's exactly why," Steve says. "Now don't move." Releasing his grip on her neck, Steve steps back and takes another swing, bringing his hand down open-palmed on Sharon's left ass cheek. Crack!

She groans, a guttural, animal sound of pleasure as her rump shivers. Steve spanks her again, then grabs her panties and yanks them down, exposing her drenched pussy and ass. "Who does this slutty, hopeless pussy belong to?" he asks, sticking three fingers easily inside.

"It's yours!" Sharon moans, rolling her hips as she tries to fuck herself to orgasm on his fingers again, but Steve pulls away once more, delivering another stinging slap to her ass. "Oh, Jesus, you're gonna leave marks. Michael will find out!" she says.

"Maybe I want him to," Steve says, spanking her again. "Maybe I want him to find out how much of a slut you are, bending over your desk every single week to take my cock inside you."

Sharon whimpers, but says nothing.

"Maybe you should tell him," Steve suggests. "You could ask him to come pick you up from work one day, and when he walks into your office, boom! My dick's already hilt deep in your greedy, slutty pussy as you moan and shake your hips like a cock-starved whore."

"O-oh yeah?" Sharon says, her voice shaky. "Well, maybe we should invite your partner as well, let her see your big hard cock fucking me harder than you ever fuck her. We can go to hell together," she pants, her words slowly slurring as her ass grows redder and redder.

"Good idea," Steve says. "But for today..." Positioning his cock at her entrance, he rubs his bulbous glans up and down her slit, parting her lips gently as she gasps with pleasure.

"Oh yes. Ohhhhh, yes," Sharon gasps as she feels him prepare to enter her.

In her cabinet, Molly watches with hands clamped firmly over her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound. This is so, so wrong, but incredibly hot at the same time. Are they really going to do it here? Just like this?

Steve answers that question for her, leaning forwards as he drives his hard, still cum-soaked cock into her boss's deepest, most secret place. Sharon lifts her head off the desk, tilting it back towards the sky with her mouth forming a silent 'o' as Steve mounts her, sinking the entire length of his girthy cock into her pussy as she twitches and trembles. "Use me," she entreats, wriggling her ass against him as he bottoms out. "I want to feel like the filthy cumslut that I am."

"Your wish is my command," Steve says mockingly. Reaching forward, he pulls the rest of Sharon's hair out of its bun, letting it fall in sweaty sheets around her face. Gathering two fistfuls of her hair, he yanks her upwards, suspending her body over the table as he pulls out, ramming his cock back inside her with great force.

Still mostly dressed, Sharon is a wild sight as she rolls herself into Steve's cock, pushing her hips gladly back to match his rhythm even as her hair is roughly tugged and abused. Her head flies back as he yanks once again, almost looking Steve in the eye as he fucks her from behind. Her eyes are wild and her teeth are bared as she pushes through the pain, her words turning to unintelligible groans as the very breath is fucked out of her. "Harder!" she manages to wheeze out, spreading her legs as far as the leggings still wrapped around her knees will allow, inviting Steve deeper into her body.

Steve gives her hair one final pull, then lets it go, allowing Sharon's face to smack back against the table. Putting one leg up on the edge of the table, he climbs almost on top of her as he continues to pound her dripping pussy, one large hand bearing down on the back of her head and the other slapping her ass as he rides her. Sharon is getting more and more vocal as this goes on, her moans rapidly turning into shrieks as Steve rails her pussy. Her squeals are hardly muffled at all by the fact that her face is being ground into the table. "Fuuuuuuuck!" she yells as Steve's hard dick scrapes out her insides. "I'm gonna cum, baby, don't stop!"

Again, Steve stops immediately, causing her to collapse against the table, agonising disappointment etched all over her face as her hips twitch against him, seeking the release that she was so close to achieving. "Agggh! Why do you do this to me, you fuck?" she groans as Steve pulls his cock out, still slick with cum and her juices.

"Because you love it," Steve says. "You and I both know that you love being denied. You're such a cock-hungry bitch that you'd cum ten times a day if I let you, but I just love seeing your face like this." Leaning down, he presses his whole body against her, almost enveloping her entire slim form against the table as he kisses the back of her neck, brushing her hair out of the way to lick and nibble on one of her ears.

"B-but I was so close," she moans. "I want to cum. I need to cum! Nobody else ever fucked me like you do. This is the only way I'll get through the weekend."

"You'll cum when I tell you to!" Steve says, suddenly seizing a fistful of Sharon's hair and dragging her upwards.

Whimpering with pain and pleasure, she allows herself to be lifted into a kneeling position on the table. Held in place by his strong grip near the base of her hair, she can only gasp and shiver as he looks up and down her body.

Letting go of her hair, he orders her, "Stay like that." As she nods, he rips the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her top half wearing only the bra. That garment follows quickly, though, Steve undoing the clasp with practiced ease and tossing it aside. Sharon's breasts are finally freed, small yet perfectly formed swells of flesh topped with tiny pink nipples, diamond-hard with arousal. He tugs her skirt down to her knees, then gives it another powerful yank, pulling her legs out from underneath her.

Sharon crashes back onto the table, on her back this time, as Steve swiftly strips the remainder of her clothes off, discarding the skirt and leggings but holding onto her soaked blue panties. "I thought-" she says hesitantly.

"You thought we were going to do it like normal?" Steve cuts her off with a grin, shedding his own clothes to reveal his impressive physique. "Not today. Today I want you naked and shameless like the desperate slut you are. I've wanted to see you like this since the day I first started working here."

"Naked and shameless?" she teases, spreading her legs wide and stroking her pussy lips with a finger.

"That, and gagging on your own panties as you scream for my cock," he says, licking his lips as he shoves the blue lace panties into Sharon's mouth, packing them inside and sealing it with a kiss when she obediently closes her mouth over them. Standing up again, he pulls Sharon's hips towards him, bumping his cock against her pussy once again. But this time, he doesn't put it in straight away. He grinds his hips against her, his cock sliding gently over the folds of her pussy and slipping up towards her stomach. It almost reaches her belly button, Molly notes with some detached awe.

"You want this?" he asks. Sharon just whimpers, her mouth still stuffed with her panties, and he backhands her across the face before repeating himself. "I said, do you want my cock?"

Sharon nods, blinking away the tears that sprang up when he hit her. Rather than being angry about being slapped, she seems more turned on than ever, gyrating her hips against Steve, trying to pull his cock inside her naked pussy.

"You want it, or you need it?" he asks. A whimpered nod. Another slap, on the other cheek this time.

"Yes, I need it!" she chokes out, her voice distorted and muffled by the fabric in her mouth.

"Then..." Steve says slowly, pulling back to slip the head of his cock inside her waiting, drooling pussy. "You can have it!" He sinks into her up to the hilt in one thrust, causing her to arch her back in delirious pleasure as it rams right up into her waiting pussy.

She wails through the makeshift gag, hands scrabbling at the table as Steve leans forward, wrapping his powerful hands around Sharon's neck as he fucks her. Her eyes bulge with surprised pleasure at the touch, and she willingly surrenders herself to his control, letting him slam her head against the table in time with the thrusts of his cock. Her hands roam over his body, making a token effort to pry his hands off her throat before moving to his chest and shoulders, grasping at his muscles.

Right now, Steve is in absolute control. Molly watches with wide eyes, unable to tear herself away, as he takes one hand off her throat and begins slapping her again, smacking her cheeks so that her head jerks around like a punching bag, red marks blending with tears and makeup, her eyes puffy and her skin dark as he continues to choke her.

Turning her head and spitting the panties out of her mouth, Sharon looks up at Steve with red eyes and begs him to fuck her harder. Her legs lock around his waist as she pulls him into her, letting him slam her entire body against the table until it almost seems she might break. "Think you can cum?" she asks as he lets go of her neck to play with her tits, pulling roughly on her nipples until she squeals with joyful pain.

"Soon," he grunts as his cock drives in and out of her pussy, wet sloppy sounds emanating through the room from the combination of their fluids as their sweaty bodies slap together. "Not yet."

"I need it, baby!" she begs. "I need to cum soon, and I want to feel your hot jizz splashing inside my slutty womb when I do."

"Alright," Steve says, grinning mischievously. Easily picking Sharon up in his arms as he continues to fuck her, he kneels down on the floor - facing right towards Molly's cabinet - and lays Sharon out on her back. Not finished yet, though, he unhooks Sharon's legs from around his back and pushes them forward, folding her in two so her knees drive into her chest and her ankles rest on his shoulders. Lifting up her hips so only her head and shoulders are touching the floor, he wraps his arms around her legs to hold her steady and begins again, fucking down into her like a piledriver.

Sharon screams at the unexpected angle, her neck bent uncomfortably as she gratefully received Steve's cock. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled, adding more spit to the filthy mess that was her abused, flushed visage. "Ooooooogh," she groaned, her pussy trembling as Steve continued to jackhammer away.

They were only a few feet away from Molly now, and she knew that if they looked up at the cabinet for any reason, they would see her staring back at them. But there was no danger of that, it seemed. They were totally lost in one another, Steve concentrating on maintaining his frantic pace as he rammed his thick cock deep into Sharon's pussy.

"Here it comes," he groans by way of warning.

"Fill me up!" Sharon demands, grabbing his face with her hands and locking her eyes on his. "God, I've needed this all week. Fuck me like you mean it and dump that hot, sweet load right inside my pussy."

With one final groaning sigh, Steve slams his cock one last time into Sharon, burying it to the hilt. It pulses rhythmically as his ejaculation explodes, pumping unseen ropes of hot, sticky cum into the deepest recesses of her vagina.

Sharon shudders as her moans reach a peak, half-formed words and garbled squeals pouring uncontrollably out of her mouth as her body tenses up, her pussy clenching down on Steve's furiously ejaculating cock. Trembles start at her toes as her orgasm takes her, riding her high until her entire body is jerking and wobbling, wordless shrieks torn from her throat and fluids drooling from her pussy lips as she claws at Steve's chest, taking heaving gulps of air as he leaves his cock buried deep inside her.

When at last he withdraws his softening member from her pussy, Sharon collapses to the floor, still breathing hard as she runs a hand through her hair. Her petite body is coated in sweat, spit and cum, red marks visible on her face and around her nipples as her modest chest heaves. Steve collapses on the floor next to her, lying on his back and reaching out for her right hand with his left.

"Good?" he asks, still breathing heavily himself.

"The best," Sharon says dreamily, laboriously rolling herself over to lie on top of him, her sticky, naked body squelching gently as she does so. "It's like fireworks going off in my head every time you fuck me," she says, planting a soft, wet kiss on Steve's lips.

Steve kisses her back, wrapping his arms gently around his lover and squeezing her tight. "You're so beautiful when you lose control," he murmurs.

"Excuse me? Who lost control?" Sharon teases him indignantly. "You have to do better than that to make me lose it."

"Is that a challenge?" Steve asks, running his hands down Sharon's back and squeezing her ass.

Sharon giggles at the touch, flicking him gently on the nose with one finger. "You can find out next week," she says playfully.

Steve sighs. "Can't we make it sooner? I want to see you outside of work sometimes, too."

Sharon frowns slightly, even as she sits up, straddling Steve's chest to look curiously down at him. "You... you mean that?"

"Course I do." Steve looks a tad uncomfortable, but he's smiling. "You're the most phenomenal woman I've ever met. I wish I'd met you ten years ago."

"And this is your way of making up for lost time, I suppose?" Sharon asks, but her voice has lost its teasing tone from earlier. Instead, she sounds almost hopeful.

"Something like that." Steve sits up suddenly, making Sharon squeak as she slides down into his lap. Looking her in the eyes, he says seriously, "You mean a lot to me, Sharon. More than just... this. More than sex hidden in a conference room after everyone's gone home, sneaking around like we're doing something wrong."

"We are doing something wrong, Steve!" Sharon points out, looping her arms around his strong back and resting her head on his shoulder. "But you're right. I don't want it to just go on like this. You mean more to me than that."

He leans down and kisses her on the cheek, rubbing her naked back with one hand. "So let's meet up outside of work. You doing anything on Saturday?"

"Hmm...you?" Sharon giggles, planting a kiss on his neck. "Oops, what have we here?" she asks, laughing as she grinds her neat little ass in his lap. "I thought two times was your limit."

"So did I," Steve said, "but you always were one to push the envelope, weren't you?"

Sharon laughs out loud, a clear, genuine sound full of honest joy. "Well, what say you and I slip on down to the shower on the second floor and see what... arises?" She taps his semi-hard cock with a finger as she stands up and starts gathering her clothes.

"Good idea," Steve says, doing the same. Dumping his clothes on the table, he helps Sharon to dress, taking every opportunity to kiss, lick or tease her uncovered body as he does so.

"You devil!" she laughs as she kisses him on the lips again. "Come on, let's get a move on before anybody misses us at home."

The two of them slip out of the room, giggling and making out like teenagers, leaving Molly to breathe an enormous sigh of relief as she steps out of the cabinet.

"Holy shit," she says aloud, but quietly enough that the two secret lovers can't possibly hear her as they head for the elevators. Unable to stop herself, she reaches under the waistband of her skirt, feeling the unbidden dampness in her crotch...