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This is an original work of erotic fiction. It employs intense, graphic
sexual descriptions and explicit sexual language, and is intended only
for an adult audience. If you are under 18 years of age, or are offended
by explicit sexual descriptions, then please do not read this story.
If you agree to and comply with these terms, then scroll down to begin
the story.
@Copyright 2006 by DougDonkey@Yahoo.com
Unlimited redistribution permitted, as long as this original author
copyright notice remains attached.
The following story is closely related to another original story of mine,
"The Awakening", posted a few days ago. While "The Awakening" was told
from the husband's point of view, this story, "The Office Stud", tells
the same story, but from the wife's point of view. Taken together, you
can see the total perspective of what may have really went on with this
unfortunate couple.
The Office Stud
How I became a cheating wife
Chapter One - Falling is easy
I guess it just sort of happened. It wasn't planned. I know I didn't
plan it, but I do admit how surprised I was by it all, and by how easy it
was to fall into the abyss.
I suppose the source of my infidelity, if there can be any blame laid,
was the amount of effort both my husband and I were putting in to get
ahead at our jobs. There was constant pressure to perform over and above
the requirements, and lots of strong competition for recognition and
advancement. This fierce competition at work resulted in a complete lack
of attention to me from my husband, who was pushing the limits as hard as
I was to show his abilities and make a name and career for himself.
Then, there was this guy, Dan, who worked for me. He had a reputation as
a ladies man, and as a big stud. He had made the rounds of the available
and even unavailable women around the office. There were these stories
that were told about him, the next one less believable than the last. My
friend Karen said she went on a one-nighter with him a year ago. She
related her first-hand experience of how he was well-endowed, and that he
knew how to really ring her bell. She swore that his huge cock had
brought her to climax several times in an hour. But, she never did talk
about the reason why she didn't go out with him again.
My friend Debbie had also had a run-in with Dan. She had told me all
about it a few months ago, following a few too many drinks after work.
She said that he had the biggest, hardest cock that she ever had. She
said that he must take Viagra or something, since she said he stays hard
after he comes. He made her come so many times that she passed out from
hyperventilation. When she awoke, he was still pumping her, and she came
again and again. She dumped him after only a week. She said the sex was
awesome, but she was rubbed red raw and he wouldn't take no for an
answer. She said he was good with his tool, but definitely not a
gentleman, and certainly not someone to consider for a long term
relationship. Just the thought of experiencing such intense sex really
turned me on, and may have been a big factor in my decision to stray.
Anyway, Dan had apparently decided that I was his next conquest. He kept
making little comments about how I looked, how he'd love to take me to
lunch, how he'd like to see me outside of work, and on and on. He would
take opportunities to touch my back, take my hand, or even once, pat my
backside. It was clear that, married or not, he had his mind on having
me.
So, one day, when I was feeling particularly sorry for myself, feeling
lonely for some caring company, I decided to go ahead and respond to his
flirting. It was supposed to be a harmless response, just for the thrill
of it, to see where it might go. Who knows, but he might just be good
for a little bit of fun and excitement, two things my life was sorely
missing. Well, to start, I normally wear plain cotton underwear,
because it breathes well and absorbs perspiration when it's hot out. So,
while driving home that evening, I impulsively decided to stop in at
Victoria's Secret. I tried on several different styles of bras and
panties, and finally settled on a style that I liked. The silk panties
fit well, felt wonderfully sexy, and had a comfortable cotton lining in
the crotch. The bra was designed with shaped foam cups, covered with
lace. It had push-up and push-together pad construction to give my chest
both an ample shape and a deep cleavage. I bought the style in three
nice colors of white, pink and black. My plan was to wear these under my
work clothes, so I could feel secretly sexy.
The next day, I decided to wear one of the sets to work. I chose a silk
blouse that I hardly ever wore. I didn't care for it much, because it
gapped between the buttons and was a little lower cut than I was
accustomed to. However, today I saw those features as advantages for the
game I had in mind to play with Dan. As I slipped on the silk panties,
they made me feel sexy and pretty, and I suppose, desirable. I leaned
over and fitted my breasts into the bra, then stood up straight and
fastened the back hooks. Wow! My curves looked great!
I pulled on pantyhose over the silk panties, and the panty lines melted
away. The silk blouse was followed by a knee-length burgundy skirt. I
slipped on the matching jacket, and looked ready for business. But I
knew that Dan would notice me in the skirt and hose right away, since I
had hardly ever worn anything but pantsuits to work before. I could see
in the mirror that the lacy trim from the bra was just barely visible
through the semi-transparent silk blouse. I turned to one side, and saw
that at the proper angle, the gapping on the front of the blouse showed
all of the details of the push up bra, and revealed my breasts spilling
over the tops of the cups. If I was careful, I could remain
conservative, yet I could flirt back with just one person, Dan, who I
would position on my left, selectively giving just him this show. I
could feel my breasts bounce in the push-up bra as I walked from my car
to the office. This was going to be an interesting day.
My staff meeting was at 10 AM. I made sure that I sat to the right of
Dan. As I sat down, he complimented me on how I looked, kind of like the
first volley in a game of sexual volleyball. The meeting began, and I
made sure that Dan had a good view of me. I really noticed his attention
to my blouse, and to my every move, out of the corner of my eye. When
the meeting concluded around 11:30, I was not surprised that he asked me
to accompany him to lunch. But, he was the one who seemed surprised when
I actually said yes. Instead of the employee cafeteria, he took me out
to his car (a Corvette) and opened the passenger door. I was feeling
frisky, so I was less graceful than I could have been about climbing in,
letting the skirt ride up to mid-thigh. I left it there during the whole
short ride. I could see that he was looking a lot at my legs, which I
usually cover up pretty well. He could see, as I did, the shine from the
pantyhose on my exposed thighs, and I knew he could also see inside my
blouse through the button gaps. I felt a little rush, since I wasn't
used to getting this much male attention.
Dan was charming and funny through our lunch. We smiled a lot, and spent
some time making several extended eye contacts while were chatting and
eating. When he wasn't looking at me, he was being pretty obvious about
staring at my lace-covered breasts through my silk blouse. Our hands
accidentally touched as we were going for the bread basket, and an
electric shock seemed to flow up my arm and into my heart. My stomach
did a major flip. There was definitely something going on here,
something strong flowing between us. I was beginning to see how easy it
was to be persuaded to be unfaithful.
We walked back to the car, and as expected, he got the door for me. I
treated him to another show of legs as I got in, and saw how his
attention was riveted on my thighs. He got in, started the car, and
turned to me and said that it was fun, and that he enjoyed my lunch
company very much. He put his hand on top of my thigh, and drew closer.
This was it, the moment to decide whether or not to cross the line. I
went for it. I leaned in as well, and our lips met. He pressed his lips
against mine, and I pressed back. We opened our mouths simultaneously,
and swapped tongues in a passionate kiss. I felt his hand leave my thigh
and slip between my jacket and blouse. His large hand cupped my breast,
and gave it a small squeeze. I moaned and kissed harder, then backed
away slowly. "Whew!" I said, "That was unexpected." He replied, "Yes,
unexpected for me, too, but nice." My heart was racing and my body felt
like it was going to melt from the heat as he turned back, put the car in
gear and drove us back to work.
We walked back into the office together, saying nothing, and that said a
lot, since we were both lost in thought about what just happened and
where it might lead next. As Dan's boss, I was in an even more complex
situation than your typical office romance. I vowed to myself to keep it
straight at work, no matter what happened outside the building. Exiting
the elevator, we parted with a smile and a wave. I was still a little
stunned, and was looking forward to an afternoon alone in my office,
where I could calm back down and evaluate what was happening.
Chapter Two - Crossing the Line
As you might guess, I had great difficultly concentrating on my work, and
wasted a lot of time recalling the lunch, his kiss and his touch. I
finally realized that I had a pitch that needed to be done before
tomorrow morning, so I forced myself to engage and got into it. I
finished it, but I had lost track of time. I looked up at the clock on
my desk, and it said 7:30 PM. I turned off my PC and packed up my bag.
Just as I was standing to leave, there was a soft knock on the door. Dan
popped his head in, and said, "I thought you might still be here. I know
you have that big funding presentation tomorrow. Are you done with the
pitch?"
"Yes," I replied, "Just finished it a few minutes ago." He came in and
stood across the desk from me. He looked me over, then looked me in the
eye and said, "I don't know about you, but I've had trouble concentrating
all afternoon. I guess I just have you stuck in my head." I smiled and
confessed that I, too, was somewhat distracted this afternoon. I came
around the desk, and was suddenly within his reach. I thought that I
read his signals right about the real reason why he stopped by this late.
I came a step closer, and he stepped in to meet me. Although I'm a tall
lady (5'10" barefoot, but today I was wearing two inch heels), he still
had several inches on me. I looked up into his eyes, and he placed his
hands on my waist and drew me to him. I felt my breasts press against
his chest as he kissed me and held me tight. I kept on kissing back, and
his hands once again wandered to my breasts. He cupped them both, and it
was as if he had set me on fire. I started to breathe heavily through
his kisses, and I could feel my motor starting to rev up. I hadn't felt
this much passion since before I was married. I really missed being
needed, and I wasn't about to pull away.
After another few seconds, my mind went to the next step. I slowly
pulled away from him, and said, "Let me get the door." As a senior
manager, I'm lucky to have a large office with a couch against the side
wall. When I first moved into the office, I wondered what sort of
stories the couch could have told. Now, supposed I was headed toward
adding yet another chapter. I closed and locked the door with an ominous
click, and took his hand. I led him to the couch, and before we sat, he
said, "You're sure about this?" as if my actions didn't already confirm
that assumption. I nodded that I was sure, and his face brightened.
I was fully charged with electricity now, and even felt a little dizzy.
He sat first, and I didn't sit next to him, but instead pushed him back
against the couch arm and sat on top of him. Our lips locked and I could
feel my chest rising and falling quickly with the excitement of passion.
He undid the buttons on the blouse, and took my lace-covered breasts in
his large hands, squeezing them firmly. I was on top of him, and I could
feel his strong erection against the inside of my thigh. I stood, took
off the jacket and blouse, then quickly unzipped my skirt and felt it
drop to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and re-mounted him. His
hand went immediately to my crotch, which was burning with my heat. He
caressed my pussy through the pantyhose and panties, and I felt the
wetness of my excitement begin to flow to the lips of my vagina.
I leaned back onto the couch, and raised up my knees. I hooked my thumbs
under the waist of my panties and pantyhose, and begin to roll them down
my tummy. I kicked off my heels and Dan helped to pull the panties and
hose over my rear and down my legs. I was now bare to him, except for my
bra. His shoes and pants were off seconds later, and in the dim light of
the sunset through my office windows, I could now see his stiff penis. It
was, by far, the longest one I had ever seen, either in person or in a
magazine. I would guess it at around ten inches, maybe more. My
thoughts immediately turned to wonder if I could take it all, but I
didn't have much time to think.
Dan kicked my knees apart with his legs, and mounted me immediately. He
slid his penis in carefully and gently, making short strokes to slowly
fit himself into me. He had obviously done this introductory move
before, and I was glad he was being gentle. I was also glad that I was
as soaking wet as I had ever been, so he could slide inside me with
almost no resistance. I was greedy for him, and I pushed my thighs up to
meet him just as he was thrusting deeper into me. I felt our combined
efforts force him all the way into me, and felt a little twinge of pain
as he must have bottomed out inside of me. His length was almost too
much to handle, but I was handling it just the same. I was lucky to be a
tall woman, because I'll bet someone shorter would have been hurt
internally by how much cock he had in me now.
We continued to stroke, but this time the strokes were long, almost the
full length of his cock. He was pounding the whole thing in and out of
me, and I had never felt so completely fucked in my life. Because he was
so long, he could get a lot speed going with his long strokes and really
hammer himself into me. My breasts were still in the push-up bra, and I
could feel them bouncing up and down in rhythm to his strokes.
I felt flushed, then a huge wave of orgasm passed over me, and I went
limp. Dan, however, continued to pound away at me. I was wondering what
I need to do next when I was surprised by another huge orgasm washing
over me, this time cramping my stomach muscles and drawing my knees up
nearer my chest. Wow, it was so intense! The tightness of my cramping
must have pushed him over the edge, and I felt him stiffen and stop. I
felt a deep pulsing inside of me. I thought I had wet myself, but
quickly figured that it was his seed that was flowing down the inside of
my thighs. We stayed joined for a few minutes, and I felt him grow limp
and shrink inside of me. Finally, he got up and grabbed a box of Kleenex
from my desk. He wiped himself, and cleaned me up as well. We put on
our clothes in silence, and as we were ready to go he said that we had
better leave separately in order to be careful. He kissed me and left,
and I followed a few minutes later, in a sort of dreamy daze. I knew
what had just happened, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I walked out to my car. It felt like my pussy was two inches wide, and I
could feel the wetness of his seed still flowing down, dampening my new
silk panties. I drove home in a stunned stupor, somehow managing not to
get in an accident, and pulled into the garage. I usually worked late
two or more times a week, but I also usually called home with dinner
status, but not this time. There was the smell of lasagna coming from
the kitchen. I walked briskly to the bedroom, where my husband lay in
bed, reading something from his work.
"There's lasagna still warm sitting on the stove," he called out as I
headed for the bathroom. I was worried that I smelled of sex, and
although my husband would likely not even notice that, I decided to play
it safe. "I'm beat. I just need to get some of this work stress washed
off me, and I'll be out in a few minutes, honey," I replied.
I still had on my pretty underwear, so I undressed in the bathroom to
disguise that fact. I neatly folded my clothes, and hung the bra and
panties on the back of the door. I showered, being careful to wash those
well-used parts with extra care. I dried off, wrapped a towel around me
and picked up my folded clothes. I went to my walk-in closet, tossed the
clothes in the hamper and put on my cotton nightshirt and cotton granny
panties. I needed to not encourage any sexual interest tonight, seeing
as how I was already pretty sore from the workout at the office. I
crawled into bed and mumbled a "Goodnight, honey," and rolled over to
face the wall. I heard my husband get up and go to the kitchen, probably
to put the leftovers in the fridge. Then I heard him return and head to
the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door, and I could hear him taking a
leak. There was a longer pause than normal before he flushed, but he
returned to bed and turned out the light. He kissed me on the cheek
lightly and wished me a good night and sweet dreams. I knew what I was
hoping to dream about.
I awoke a few hours later and slipped out to the bathroom. I closed the
door and sat down. As I peed, I noticed my sexy bra and panties still
hanging there on the hook. I had made a mistake, and missed putting them
away earlier, because they were hanging on the back of the door, out of
view. I wondered if Bob had seen them when he was in here earlier. Most
likely not, because he didn't ask about them, and didn't act differently
when he wished me goodnight. I thought to myself that I really needed to
be more careful in the future. I took them down, and hid them in my
closet in a plastic keeper near the back. I would use this as my
"special" laundry bin in the future. I slipped back into bed, and went
off to sleep again, with all things now taken care of.
Chapter Three - Road Trip
The next day at work, I ran into Dan around mid-morning. We smiled at
each other, and we said a brief hi. Later that day, we were alone for a
few minutes in my office. He seemed a little unsure of himself and our
status, so I made the first move. I said, "I just want you to know that
I enjoyed myself totally last night, and that I have no regrets. We just
need to be cool around the office, so no one will get suspicious. He
replied, "I really enjoyed last night as well, and I can't wait to see
you again. I know we need to be careful and discreet, so I am willing
wait until a good, safe opportunity comes up." Good, we were both on the
same page: careful, yet anxious for more.
The next week, we needed to present my status and funding requests to the
executive management team, out of town. Normally, I would go myself, and
would bring at least one person with me for support. Now I knew exactly
who I was going to choose. For some reason, Dan had never been out of
town with me before, but that was about to change for the better.
The night before my trip, I decided to do some more shopping at the mall.
We were only going for two days and one night, but I could make that
night memorable. I went into Bloomie's and checked out their cocktail
dresses. I knew from the office stories that Dan had a thing for women
that dressed a little more on the racy side. I looked for only a few
minutes before I found the perfect little black dress, and in my size,
too. It had a very low cut v-neck with a built in bra, very tight and
clingy from below the breasts to the hips, then it became soft and fluid
with a very flirty short skirt. This dress would show off all of my
breasts, and also allow easy access to my thighs while we were seated. I
knew it would drive him to distraction. I found some three inch black
pumps to go with it, and also bought a pair of Hanes Ultra-Sheer jet
black pantyhose. I thought to my self that when Dan sees me in this
outfit for dinner, dessert will not be on his mind, only me.
We traveled the next day, arriving just after noon. We checked in at the
main office, made sure that the presentation copies and data files were
ready for tomorrow, and then left in separate cars for the hotel. I
checked in, and after unpacking and touching up my dress, I hopped in the
tub. I carefully shaved my legs, and even gave my bikini area a little
trim. Dan called right after I dried off, and I told him I'd be ready in
an hour to go out to eat. I took great care in applying my makeup, then
brushed my hair and blew it out a little. I decided to go without
panties, and pulled on just the pantyhose. They felt so soft and slick
against my legs, and I hoped that Dan would get a chance to feel them
during dinner. I had an inspired thought after I put on the hose, and I
took my cuticle scissors and cut down the middle of the crotch of the
hose. That way, if things started to happen quickly, he could just take
me without even undressing me. I slipped the dress over my head, pulled
the side zipper up tight, and then bent over to adjust my breasts in the
dress's bra cups. Wearing just the short dress and pantyhose, I felt
nearly naked. I slipped on the pumps and went to meet Dan down in the
bar.
Every man in the bar tracked me like radar as I walked into the hotel
bar. Clearly, the dress had the effect that I was looking for. I
walked up to Dan, who was sitting at a stool at the bar, and asked, "Is
this seat taken?" "I've been holding it for someone as beautiful as
you," was his playful reply. He ordered me a glass of wine, and we sat
there, checking each other out as we waited for our table. He could not
decide on whether to stare at my breasts or my legs, so he did both. The
hostess called Dan for our table, and as I walked in front of him to the
table, I could feel Dan's eyes on my legs and my backside, watching me
walk. I was prancing a bit in the high heels, so it must have been a
good show.
We were seated in a booth in the very back of the restaurant. I remarked
that the seating was very appropriate, and he confessed that a good tip
to the hostess made this private spot possible. We snuggled, kissed and
his hand appeared on my thigh. "I guess you like how I'm dressed," I
asked. "Baby, you look so upscale and sophisticated. Like a star. Wow,
you take my breath away!" he replied. I believed him. I did look mighty
good tonight.
After some kissing and touching during dinner, it was time for the check.
While the waitress ran off with his credit card, I turned right into him
and put his hand back where it had been for a good part of the night, on
my thigh. I kissed him deeply and then went around to his ear and
whispered, "Touch me." I felt his hand move slowly up the inside of my
thigh, then felt his fingers brush across my crotch. I felt his surprise
when he found the slit in the cotton panel. I backed away, and put my
index finder into my now very wet pussy. I took it out, and offered it
to his mouth, which he promptly accepted. I knew he was completely over
the edge now, and that I was going to get pounded into the bed in just a
few short minutes.
As we rode up the elevator to my room, he pushed me into the corner and
kissed me hard. I responded eagerly, and felt for the pole in his pants.
He reciprocated, putting his hand up under my dress and petting my pussy,
now hot and ready for him. We burst into the room, and I flopped onto
the bed, on my back, eager for the weight of his body on me. He was out
of his clothes in a flash, and said to me, "Please, baby, don't get
undressed. I want to take you just like you are." There was a strange,
hollow yearning sound in his voice. Since the dress and hose felt so
good on me, staying dressed was my plan as well, so I was happy to
oblige.
He pushed the dress up around my waist, and placed his face squarely on
my pussy. His fingers spread the slit cut into the crotch of the hose,
and his tongue entered my vagina and began to lick my clit. He lapped at
me for a minute or so, then gave my clit a little suck, which made me
weak and close to orgasm. Then, he positioned himself over me, and
pushed his entire cock into me with one long stroke. Wow, I felt like
the tip of his penis was up in my lungs, he was so deep. No pain,
though, so I must have been more than ready for him. He held his cock
deep in me for a few seconds more, and I tried to move under him to start
stroking. I was surprised to find I couldn't move at all. He had
impaled me, and the pressure of his cock and his whole body on me had me
pinned to the bed. I felt both helpless and totally taken. He felt my
struggling, and said, "I just wanted you to know and feel that you are
completely mine." I agreed that I was his for the taking.
Then, he began his long strokes. His penis kept coming all the way out
of me and then pushed back in, hard and fast, bottoming out when his
pubic area slammed into mine. It was like no fucking I had ever had. I
had lost control of my body, and all I could do was just moan, "Oh, oh,
oh," every time a stroke finished its long travel. I came hard, and he
barely noticed. I was now totally passive to his movements, and he
continued to pound away at me. I finally had the strength to wrap my
nylon-covered legs around him tightly, to try to slow down the pounding.
He must have really enjoyed that, because it had the opposite effect, and
he pounded me even harder than before. I came again, and then it all got
fuzzy. I remember him rolling me over onto my hands and knees like I was
in a dream. He found my vagina quickly through the slit in the hose, and
pushed himself all the way into me again. The angle from behind was
different, and it made me feel much fuller and even more like an animal.
I came again quickly, and then came again just a minute or two later,
then it all kind of went blank. The last thing I recall was my face
buried in the mattress, and him pulling me on and off of his cock using
the gathered skirt of the dress as a gripping point. I must have passed
out from the effort, since that's all I remember.
I woke up around 5 AM to find Dan gone. It was just as well, I thought,
since his absence would save me from some of that uncomfortable small
talk that would dance around what we did together last night. I was a
little sore, but found myself sleeping in a surprisingly large wet spot.
Dan must have come several times as well last night, even though he was
non-stop in his motion.
The rest of the day and the return trip were uneventful. Dan and I kept
our distance and played it cool. I did catch his eye a few times, and
got a wink once. It made me smile, but I quickly doused it, so as to not
disclose our intimate connection to the rest of the room. The flight
back was full, so we couldn't switch seats and sit together. When we
landed, we found that my suitcase had missed the connection. Since this
was the last flight of the night, I was told that my bag would show up
tomorrow and would be delivered to the house. Dan and I walked to the
garage together, where he left me with a short peck on the cheek and a
smile. It left me with a feeling that this whole thing was going to be
OK, and that it was going to work out fine.
I drove home and came in the back door of the house. The door was
locked, which indicated that Bob had already closed up the house for the
night. It was late, about 10 PM, and he was already in bed, reading some
spy novel. He got up to greet me as I entered the bedroom, and I gave
him a quick hug and a brief kiss. I headed for the bathroom, got out of
my clothes, and took a quick shower before bed. I put my non-sexy cotton
nightshirt on and headed for the bed. I gave him another one of my
"Goodnight, honey." mumbles and rolled over to sleep. He continued to
read for a while as I drifted off.
The next day, things were pretty much back to normal at work. I was busy
briefing everyone on the budget meeting outcomes, and working the actions
I got during the meeting. I didn't even see Dan until mid-afternoon,
when he poked his head in my office and said, "Just wanted you to know
how much I appreciated you taking me along on the trip. I always wanted
to see how the budget process worked at Headquarters, and I really got a
lot more out of it than I expected." The words were clearly for my
secretary's benefit, but she couldn't see his big smile and the wink that
told just me what he was really thankful for.
I came home a little late that evening, and Bob had dinner ready. We ate
and talked about work stuff, then went to the bedroom. That's when I saw
my suitcase on the bed. The airline must have brought it by today, and
Bob brought it in for me. I freaked for a minute, wondering if he had
unpacked it for me already. My mind raced trying to think of an
explanation for the sexy lingerie and little black dress, but then I
spied the suitcase lock still in place, and my composure returned. I
gave an excuse of being still a bit worn down from the trip, and that I
would wait until tomorrow to unpack. I placed the bag in the corner near
the bed, and went into the closet to change into my cotton nightshirt
again. I noticed Bob peeking in on me (a little unusual, I wonder what
he was up to?) and brushed him off with some statement about needing my
privacy. I hopped into bed, turned over and hugged my pillow. He came
over to me, stroked my hair and brushed his hand on my cheek. He gave me
a sweet kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night. I groaned out a
"You, too, honey," and settled in for the night.
Chapter Four - Dan's Dream Fulfillment
The next morning, I slept in, and Bob got up early as usual and went in
to work on time. I rose right after he left, and turned to unpack the
suitcase. I came across the lingerie and dress, right where I packed
them. I put them away in my special laundry plastic container, and place
an old bed sheet on top, just in case someone were to casually look
inside there for something. I would have to do a load of fine laundry
sometime when Bob was out, and get the dress to the cleaners, too. I
noticed some perspiration stains around the underarms of the dress, and
recalled with a smile the long, hard workout I got while last wearing the
dress. The hose were also stained a bit around the crotch and upper
thigh area, but they were still intact with no runs, and I thought they
would wash up fine.
I left for work, and had a pretty normal day. I ran into Dan a couple of
times, but he was just friendly and a little flirty. Anyone noticing him
or me together might have thought that it was Dan's business as usual
demeanor.
That changed next Tuesday. Dan had stopped by late, and asked if I could
walk with him out to his car. We left work together, but not with any
sort of behavior that might arouse suspicions. He had conveniently
parked next to me in the ramp. As I was about to get into my car, I said
goodnight to Dan, but he replied, "Just a minute. I have something for
you." He reached into the back seat of his car and brought something
out. It was a box, the kind that department store clothing came in. I
took it from him, and then he said, "Be sure to open it in private. I
hope you like it and will wear it for me the next time we're together."
I drove off, my curiosity as well as my emotions aroused. I passed by
the mall on the way home, and pulled into a parking space to explore the
contents of the box. I opened it, and found a black bustier. It was
made of heavy spandex, with padded underwire cups and several metal stays
running its length. It was a front zip, and had four garter tabs for the
black stockings that were also in the box. There was also what looked
like a black slingshot, but was really a skimpy black thong. It looked
like Dan had something pretty specific in mind when he bought this, and
the thought of wearing this sexy lingerie for him made my heart race. I
called his cell, and he answered immediately. I thanked him for the
gift, and said that I had my regular volleyball night tomorrow, but I
could see my way toward doing something else instead. He said great, and
that since he was home alone all week, could I come over to his place
tomorrow night? I was a little uncomfortable with going to his house,
but I was feeling the need for him and was excited by the gift, so I said
yes.
At breakfast the next morning, I reminded Bob that it was volleyball
night, and that I would be late as usual. I had my sports bag with me,
but in addition to the volleyball uniform, it had a change of clothes and
Dan's gift from last night. All day at work, I was distracted, excited
about the upcoming rendezvous and what might happen. Dan stopped in
after lunch, and we smiled and chatted, and I confirmed my plan to meet
him after work. He passed me a small map and said, "Please park on the
next block and walk over, just in case." I nodded and said, "See you at
6."
About 5:30, I put my work away and grabbed my gym bag. I headed for the
ladies room to change. Most everyone had gone for the day, so I did not
expect anyone to interrupt me. We have a shower area at work for those
who run at lunch, so I used that to change. I got out of my pantsuit,
and hopped in the shower to freshen up. After toweling off, I put on the
black thong. It felt a little funny, since I wasn't used to wearing
thongs. It seemed to find its way deep into the cleavage of my backside.
Next, I pulled out the bustier. I wrapped it around my back, and tried
to start the zipper at the bottom. It was going to be a VERY tight fit!
The zipper caught, and I exhaled and sucked in my tummy as I pulled the
zipper up tight. Whew! This was really a major piece of underwear, but
it made my waist curvy and slim, my tummy flat and my breasts pop up out
of the cups. I sat down as best I could, and pulled my leg up to put on
the first stocking. It was a struggle to get the stocking on with the
bustier constricting my moves, but I made it. I got the other stocking
on much faster, now at I knew how to twist and turn to do it. I stood
up, and turned to the mirror. I looked really sexy, and ready for sex.
Like one of those Victoria's Secret catalog models, almost. I finished
dressing with a silk blouse that skimmed the tops of my breasts, and a
tight, short black skirt that I had not worn to work, ever. I finished
things off with a pair of three inch ankle strap pumps that I bought last
week on a whim. A good whim, now that I saw them on me. I topped it all
off with a black jacket, packed my things and headed down to the car.
As I walked to the car, I felt the bustier move with me, like a constant
hug on my body. I was doing a good job in the heels, too, considering
they were a lot higher than I normally wear. I could hear them clack on
the pavement, and felt my breasts bounce in the bustier with every step.
I was getting more aroused with every minute. I could hardly wait to be
with Dan again.
I drove off to Dan's house, and parked, as instructed, on the next
street. It was a short walk around the corner to his place. I went
around back as he asked, and he was watching through the window, waiting
for me. He invited me in, and we made the usual small talk about how I
liked the colors and the layout of the den. He poured some wine, and we
sat on the couch. I took a big sip, then moved to him. I felt his hands
around my waist, and felt him feel my sides under my arms. I knew he was
feeling for the bustier, and smiled when he confirmed my compliance with
his wishes. "I like what you have on tonight,", he said. "So do I," I
purred. I let him push me over, and I took his tongue into my mouth as
his hands roamed all over my chest and waist. It was very stimulating,
and I got hot and flushed right away. The bustier was constricting my
breathing enough to make me a little light headed, but that also made me
less inhibited, so that was a good thing.
His hand went up my skirt next. He felt the tops of my stockings, and
said, "Nice, very nice." in a dreamy sort of way that made me feel that I
was exactly what he wanted. He felt up to my crotch and reached the
thong. His fingers pushed it aside and the tip of one finger entered me.
I was very wet and ready, as he quickly discovered.
He sat me up, removed my jacket, and undid the buttons on my blouse. He
removed the blouse next, then stood me up and turned me around. I felt
the skirt begin unzipped, then slid over my thighs. I stepped out of it,
and there I was, in just the lingerie, waiting to be his personal play
toy. He led me to the bedroom, carrying my clothes and purse in one hand
and cupping the small of my back with the other. I fell back onto the
bed, and spread my legs wide as he quickly shed his clothes. He was
engorged, standing almost straight up, looking even bigger than I had
remembered. He saw my stare and said, "Viagra. I plan to take my time
and enjoy you fully tonight. You will also enjoy me fully as well."
With that, he slipped between my legs, brushed the thong to one side,
and slowly pushed himself inside of me. He moved back and forth in small
strokes, and each one seemed to go a little deeper. Soon, I felt his
balls finally press against the bottom of my slit. He held himself there,
deep inside me. I tried to move, but I found that he had me completely
pinned down by the force of his weight on my pelvis and the length of his
huge penis inside me. I felt him move side to side a little, and I swear
that the end of his cock must have been past my navel and into my lungs.
This complete feeling of helplessness and impalement caused a strong wave
of orgasm to wash over me, and I shivered involuntarily from it. He
said, "Good girl! That's one. More to come."
He started fucking me, with really long strokes that left him almost
outside of me on the outstroke, and slapping up against my clit on the
instroke. It was overwhelming! I started to cry out with each stroke,
but just an "Oh, oh ,oh!" was all I could manage. I was getting hammered
by the force of his blows. I came again, crying out and shuddering.
While I was coming out of it, he pulled out of me and slipped his cock
between my breasts. He squeezed the cups together, encasing his cock in
the lace of the bustier and my bulging breasts, and slid back and forth
between them. He grunted, and then I watched as a large amount of cum
burst from the tip of his cock and pooled on the bustier between my
breasts. I heard him say, "That was good, very good."
I expected a break, but I saw that he was still hard, even after
ejaculating. Must be the Viagra, I thought to myself. He took me by one
arm, and rolled me over onto my stomach. I could smell his cum, and I
felt it dampen the bustier as he pressed me into the bed. He grabbed me
by the hips and pulled me onto my knees. I felt the tip of his cock find
my pussy, and then there was just the wild thrill of him plunging deep
inside me. It was clear that he could get deeper and stroke harder doggy
style, and I was being pounded with no mercy again. I heard a woman
screaming, and realized it was me! He fucked me and fucked me, and I
lost rack of time. I must have come five or six times before he stopped.
I was light-headed and perspiring heavily. What a workout! I was still
on my knees somehow, and I felt him slip his cock below me, under the
fabric of the bustier in the front next to my tummy. He really was
longer than I thought, because I felt his cock slide all the way past my
navel under the fabric. He began to move back and forth with his cock
trapped in the bustier. I heard him groan again, and I felt the warm
flood of his cum filling the space between my tummy and the fabric. He
pulled out slowly, and said, "Wow, I never thought it would be that
intense! I always wanted to take a woman like that."
Unbelievably, he was STILL hard! He flipped me over onto my back, and
kicked my legs apart to mount me again. He was stroking me furiously
now, like a dog, not going deep, but just moving in and out really
rapidly. I got caught up in his fast rhythm, and rose to meet every
stroke. That put me over the edge quickly, and I crumpled into the bed,
spasming and cramping from yet another orgasm. My cramping must have
tightened around his cock so much that it lit him off, too. I felt him
suddenly stop, and he just kept it in me as I felt it pulse and swell,
delivering his load. I'd hoped he was finally done, because I was
exhausted and getting sore. He was, thank goodness.
I got out of the stockings and bustier, and put on my volleyball uniform.
The clothes I had worn to Dan's place were safely tucked away in my gym
bag, where I would retrieve them later for laundry. I got home, and Bob
was already in bed, reading. He asked, "How was the game?" I gave a
casual answer. I thought I sounded believable. Who would have thought
that lying and cheating would start to come so easy to a Catholic girl
like me?
I stowed the gym bag in the closet, and took off my volleyball uniform.
After removing my sports brief, I noticed how wet and sticky my crotch
area was. It was definitely time to hit the shower. Afterwards I put on
my cotton nightshirt and panties and flopped onto the bed. After
mumbling a quick goodnight to Bob, I quickly fell asleep from the
exertion of the workout I had gotten.
I slept in the next morning. After breakfast, I transferred the
stockings and bustier from my gym bag into my hidden laundry storage
container. This is where I kept all of the clothes that needed washing
or dry cleaning that I couldn't let Bob see. He would be suspicious if
he were to see any of this stuff, considering how conservatively I have
dressed for him for years. I noticed that the bustier was still a little
damp with perspiration from the night before. I had to smile,
remembering the glorious lovemaking session that seemed to go on forever.
What a stud!
Chapter Five - Enough is Enough
Dan and I chatted at work and on the phone for the next week or so. I
couldn't call him at home, since his wife had now returned from her trip,
so I had to wait for him to call me. When I suggested we meet at a hotel
across town, he was reluctant. I'm not sure why, but it did seem like he
was stalling about seeing me again.
The next day, Bob came home and announced that he needed to attend a
conference out of town next Wednesday. I tried to remain calm as he said
that he would need to stay overnight, since it was a two-day agenda and
it was a four hour drive one way. But my heart was fluttering at the
thought of being with Dan again, very soon.
I told Dan about, and we began to make our plans. He was going to come
over to my place after lunch and spend the entire afternoon with me in
bed. That sounded delicious! The next day at work, he handed me an
envelope and said, "A little shopping, just for me." He left quickly,
and I rushed to open the envelope to see what he meant. Inside were two
pictures: one with a woman in a white belted coatdress that buttoned up
the front, and another with a woman wearing a long-leg panty girdle and
long-line bra. I got the idea: another dress up fantasy for Dan. If
this would inspire him to fuck me like he did before, then I was going
shopping!
I found some time in the next few days to run my shopping errand. I went
to Bloomie's and found the perfect coatdress. It was white linen, with
red buttons all up the front and a wide red belt. I tried it on, and it
didn't fit as nicely as I had hoped. I have sort of a big-boned figure,
and my waist is not defined as much as a dress like this was made for. I
got it in a 12 instead of a 14, hoping to find a foundation that would
make me look good in it.
Then, I went to the lingerie department of the store, and spoke to a
sales lady working there. I showed her the dress, and said that I needed
some help to make the dress work. She thought for a minute, then
measured my waist, chest and hips, and said she would be right back. She
returned with what looked like about ten pounds of Lycra. It was a well-
constructed long line strapless bra, underwired, with stays down the
front and sides, and a long back hook. It was lacy, and also had quite a
bit of foam padding in the bottom of the cups to act as a push-up device.
Sexy.
Also, she was holding an ominous long-leg panty girdle. It had an
extended waist that had the same sort of stays in it like the bra, and a
side zipper to pull it up tight. The sales lady said, "Go ahead, take
these in the dressing room along with that dress, and see if they don't
make things fit like you want." I headed off to give it a try.
I stripped off my work clothes, then my underwear. I left my panties on
for sanitary reasons, since it was spooky to think that someone else may
have tried this girdle on before me. I pulled up the girdle, and it fit
really, REALLY tightly. It took some effort to pull it over my butt, and
I had to hold my breath as I zipped the waist zipper shut. Wow, was I
packed in! I noticed that the crotch of the girdle wasn't completely one
piece, but instead was split into overlapping flaps. I guess that was to
allow a girl to pee without having to take off the heavy hardware. I
grinned as I thought about what Dan may have had in mind for me and this
garment. The opening was certainly big enough to permit sex as well, and
I was sure that it was going to get used for just that.
Next, I struggled with the hooks on the long line bra. It also fit very
tightly, and not only slimmed my waist even more, but pushed my breasts
up high. This was the most cleavage I had ever had, and it looked good.
Dan was going to like this, too. I imagined him rubbing his cock between
my lace-covered breasts and I began to get a little wet.
I tried on the dress next, and as if by magic, it fit GREAT! I now had a
curvy waist and high, rounded breasts, and the dress flowed across every
curve. I looked hot, and I knew Dan would be happy with the result.
Just like the picture, I thought. I was ready.
On the day of our rendezvous, Bob was up early and out of the house to
drive to the conference. He arrived around mid-morning, calling me at
work to check in. That assured me than our little plan was safe and
sound. I left work around 11:30 and headed for home, so excited that my
tummy kept doing flips every minute or two.
I had stashed the shopping in the hidden storage area of my car. When I
got home, I took the bags inside, and started to get ready for Dan. I
took a quick shower, then blow-dried my hair, styling it in a swept-back
fashion. Then, I sat down at the vanity and did something I seldom do on
a daily basis. I put on a full face of makeup, including foundation, eye
shadow, mascara, powder, blush and lipstick. I wanted to look especially
yummy for Dan. As I applied the lipstick, I imagined leaving some of it
behind on the shaft of his big cock. I was getting hotter by the minute.
It was time to get into my battle armor. I kneeled over and stepped into
the girdle, struggling to pull it over my backside and all the way up to
my waist. I grasped the zipper firmly, let out a big breath, and pulled
it up. It really fit tightly. I gave out a "Whew!" Sitting down on the
bed, I pulled a package of white thigh-high stockings out of the bag. No
way could I wear pantyhose with this thing on, and besides, I wanted Dan
to have immediate access to me, since that's what I'd guessed he wanted.
I slipped the hose on, fitted the stocking tops under the legs of the
girdle, and then went to tackle the bra. It took a while to get it
hooked all the way up the back, but it felt good. I cupped my now-
enhanced breasts and felt all along my tummy, down the line of the
lingerie. I felt so firm and smooth! Dan was going to like this a lot!
My hand came to rest on the split crotch. I fingered myself for a minute
or so. My mind wandered, to think whether or not Dan would have any
trouble penetrating me through the girdle access port. I decided to try
something, a test. I got up and reached under the bed, pulling out a
small box containing my personal toys. I chose a nice long, thick,
silver vibe. I put a dab of KY on the tip, and lay back down on the bed.
I twisted the base to turn it on, then slowly eased it through the
opening. To my surprise, the flaps in the split crotch gave way easily
and it slipped right in. I slid it in and out slowly a few times. "Oh,
this is going to work fine," I thought to myself. I lost myself for a
minute, then came to my senses and pulled it back out before I got in
trouble. I put my little friend away for another day. I didn't need him
at all today, because the real thing was going to be here soon enough.
Finally, the dress. I took it out of the dress bag and off the hanger.
It still looked as classy as it did in the store. I cut off the tags,
and unbuttoned it. I buttoned it, leaving enough buttons undone on the
bottom to reveal a lot of leg, and on the top to reveal a lot of pushed-
up breasts. I cinched the belt around my now-curvy waist, and I felt
like a princess, so feminine, so soft and pure. I had a nice pair of
white heels that matched, and put them on before heading back out the
door.
I left in my car to pick up Dan. I met him in the parking lot of a
nearby strip mall, where he stashed his car. I had him duck down under
the dashboard as we approached my street, just in case any nosey
neighbors were watching. I closed the garage door, then we went in the
back door. I offered him some wine, and there was the usual chit-chat
about a nice house before we settled in on the couch. We kissed for a
short while, and I felt his big cock through his trousers. It was ready
to go. I slid off the couch to my knees, and undid his belt buckle and
zipper. I pushed his briefs aside and took his member out. I was
holding it in two hands, like gripping a baseball bat, and there was
still about three inches sticking out the top of my grip. I loved his
cock. I don't do oral sex, or at least not with my husband anyway, but I
just couldn't resist wrapping my mouth around the big purple head of this
big guy. He moaned and kept telling me how good it felt. Judging by how
much volume he had produced before, I was sure that I didn't want to take
this so far that I would wind up with a mouthful. So, I gently licked
and stood up. Taking his hand, I lead him to the bedroom.
We stopped next to the bed, and Dan started to feel my curves through the
dress. I guess he was trying to tell if I followed his directions
closely. He asked, "What's that you have on under there, baby?" I
replied, "It's your surprise. Unbutton me!" He started at the bottom,
and worked his way up. He saw the stocking tops and the legs of the
girdle bottom, then the high waist of the girdle, and then the strapless
long line bra as all the buttons were slowly undone. He slipped the
unbuttoned dress off, and it fell to the floor. He seemed to be in a
trance, feeling me all over, shaping my slimmed waist, and cupping my
breasts through the bra. Then he held me really close and tight,
crushing my boosted breasts into his chest. We locked mouths in a
passionate kiss, and his tongue buried itself far into my mouth. My hand
went down, and felt his hard cock through his pants. He reciprocated,
putting his hand between my legs and parting the split crotch, slipping
his fingers in. He said softly, "Baby, you're so wet and ready that I
need you right now!"
I fell back on the bed, and he was out of his clothes in a few seconds.
I was on my back, and I raised up my legs and offered myself to him. He
took his cock in his hand, and guided it through the maze of the split
crotch of the girdle. Once through, he slowly pushed himself in all the
way to the base of his cock. I couldn't get over the feeling I have
every time he penetrates me deeply. I was so worked up over the sexy
clothes and the foreplay that I started to come almost immediately. It
was a really intense orgasm, one that made me sit up, then grab onto his
neck and spasm. I stayed cramped for about 20 seconds (but it felt like
an hour), then collapsed back on the bed.
He seemed upset by all of this, even though he should have been proud
that he made me come so hard, so quickly. "I'm nowhere near done yet!"
he said in a loud and arrogant voice. "On your hands and knees, bitch,
right now!" he yelled out. I was totally surprised at his attitude, and
I just laid there and looked at him. He took me roughly by the shoulders
and rolled me over like a rag doll, then grabbed my waist and pulled me
up to a kneeling position. I looked back at him over my shoulder, and he
was there, grabbing his hard cock and aiming for my sweet spot. He
worked the head through the girdle opening again, then grabbed onto the
top of the girdle and pulled me violently back onto him. It hurt this
time. I felt him bottom out inside me and then push even more deeply.
"Is he hurting me inside?" I wondered. He bottomed out and pushed
through again, and I cried out, in pain this time, and stuck my head down
into the bed. He grabbed me by the bottom of the sides of my bra and
used it as handles for his pounding. He kept tugging me onto him on
every stroke, my pussy lips hitting his groin really hard each time. The
penetration pain at least had stopped, and I started to get into to it
again. He just kept on slamming into me for what seemed like a very long
time. His rhythm overwhelmed me as I came again, really, really hard. I
heard myself screaming (yes, screaming!) "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck
me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm grrrrrrrrr
aaahhhhhhh!". Wow, what an orgasm! But now I was beat and sore, and
wanted to stop and just curl up into a ball.
I collapsed onto my tummy, and was trying hard to squirm away from him.
Anything to get away, anything for it to just stop, stop now. I heard
him say in a demanding voice, "I'm still not done with you yet, bitch!
Roll over!" I wouldn't, I just couldn't respond. He took me by the
thigh and rolled me onto my side. He stood up, and got something from
out of his pants pocket. It was a short length of thin surgical tubing.
What was he going to do with that?
He wrapped it twice around the base of his cock, and tied it off with a
half-knot. Immediately, his cock became a dustier color, because of the
cut off to the blood flow I assume. But more importantly, it seems to
grow another inch or two in length, and get substantially larger in
diameter. And, it was standing really firmly at a 45 degree upward
angle, where before it was pointed slightly downward. Dan slapped his
dick with his hand a few times, and it seemed to be as stiff as steel.
"See, this, see it, bitch? This is what you're gonna get now!" he
boasted.
He lifted one leg high in the air, flipped it over his shoulder, and got
himself close up behind me. He sat on the other leg, straddling me and
holding me wide, wide open. I protested his action, pleading, "No! No
more! I need a break! Stop! Oh, God, I can't take any more! Please, oh
please, no!"
He was not going to take no for an answer. He guided his cock into me
one more time, and, holding my legs spread wide open with one arm, he
entered me deeply, and slipped it in all the way up to the hilt. Because
of the pressure and tightness of the high waist girdle and long line bra,
I could feel EXACTLY how far this monster was in me: three inches past
my navel and almost to my breast bone. I tried to wiggle away, tried to
get him out of me, but he had me pinned to the bed with just his cock.
"There! That's what a real cock feels like, bitch! I own you! I own
you!" he taunted.
Then, he raised himself up, placed his free hand (the other was still
holding me spread wide open) between my breasts and held me down. He
started to thrust and thrust, pulling all the way out and slamming all
the way back in, hitting me hard at the end of his stroke. It was
hurting like hell deep inside me, and hurting even worse with a burning
sensation at my opening, where his huge thickness was tearing me open. I
tried to get him to stop, tried to tell him he was hurting me. I cried
out, "No, no, please, no, please, no, stop, no please stop! Too deep!
Too deep! Ow! Ow! You're hurting me! It hurts! It hurts!" In this
straddle position, I could feel that he could get into me even deeper
than before. He was up in my lungs somewhere, I thought to myself. I
hope he doesn't rupture anything way up there. He was just too deep. It
was scary. I started to cry.
He just kept slamming me, holding me spread open for maximum penetration.
This went on and on, for several minutes. I eventually stopped crying
out for him to stop, and started to get back into it, now that I had gone
numb with pain. I tried to move with him, to reduce the pounding at the
end of the stoke, and I surprised myself by flashing one more orgasm. I
guess my body just couldn't resist his intense stimulation, even if it
was in pain.
Finally, he stopped moving and held his cock in me, deep, all the way in.
I supposed he was shooting his load deep into me now, since I could see
him holding still, but his hips and tummy were twitching in a spasmodic
rhythm. He reached behind his balls and began to masturbate the spot
right behind his balls, just in front of his asshole. I had heard that
this technique stimulates the prostate, and make a guy just cum and cum
and cum. He kept cramping up over and over again, and I could feel
wetness start to drip down my crotch. Eventually his spasms stopped.
He pulled out and lay down beside me, removing the rubber tubing from
his member. After a minute, he reached over and touched my breast and
tried to kiss me. I reacted to this Jekyll and Hyde transformation in a
way he didn't expect. "You bastard! You selfish pig! You hurt me! I
told you to stop! I told you that you were hurting me! Get out! Get out
of here now! Don't touch me!" I yelled in extreme anger and disgust.
He tried to speak, but I wouldn't hear of it. I got up, ran to the
bathroom, and slammed and locked the door.
I sat down on the toilet and began to cry softly. I felt beat-up, run
over by a truck, and impaled. I wondered if I was hurt internally, or if
I was bleeding. I was afraid to look. After a while, I regained my
composure, especially after hearing the back door slam. He must have
gotten dressed and left. Good. I wanted him gone.
I came out of the bathroom, and sat down on the bed, now a mess of
tangled sheets. I undid the bra, rolled the stockings off, unzipped the
girdle and tugged at it until it fell away. Then, I just curled up in a
ball and hugged a pillow, and was asleep in a minute.
I slept through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. The phone
woke me up about 8 PM, and it was Bob. He was just checking in, and said
that the conference was good and that he would be home as planned
tomorrow. I was feeling down and out, and I suppose it came through on
the phone, since he asked me if I was alright. I told him I was just
tired from work and might be coming down with something, so I was going
back to sleep. He wished me good night and hung up. I wished I had him,
or even someone else, to talk to about what happened to me. I know I
would feel better if I could just share my pain and anger, and get some
good advice from a friend. But, of course I couldn't mention it to Bob,
and I was afraid to tell any of my girlfriends from work. Based on the
stories about other people that I had heard from them, expecting them to
keep my secret just wasn't possible.
Dan called a little later. I picked up the phone, and listened to his
monologue, his sales pitch. He told me how much he had enjoyed our
afternoon together, how I made his dreams come true. He bragged about
how many time he made me come, and how responsive I was to his cock.
Finally, he shut up, and it was my turn, my time to unload. I told him
that I didn't enjoy it at all, that he was a beast and a brute and that I
was hurt from his attack. He tried to argue with me, and that set me off
even more. I screamed into the phone, "I told you to stop! I told you
that you were hurting me! You just kept on hurting me, and that's rape,
buster! I never want to see you again, you pig, you bastard, you
rapist!" Then, I hung up on him. What an ego-manic! What a selfish
dick!
I thought to myself that our interface at work was going to be a problem.
But then I reminded myself that he must have done this to several other
women at work, and all they seemed to do was ignore him, and he ignored
them in return. Yes, that's probably my fate as well. Just another
notch on the bedpost. How could I have been so cheap?
I fell back into my normal daily routine after this. I sensed that Bob
was aware of something different with me, but he didn't ask, and I sure
wouldn't tell if he did ask. Things at work were as expected. It was
not only like it never happened, but like I didn't exist, as far as Dan
was concerned. Karen asked me about it, what had happened, why things
were so cool again. I told her that she had him once, that she should
know from experience why things crashed and burned. She gave me a
knowing look and a sigh, and said, "Poor baby! He is an animal. I
guess I should have been more explicit about warning you about how he
gets. In just one night, he put me out of commission for two months. I
even had to get stitches put in at the Emergency Room to stop the
bleeding." Karen was only about 5' 3" and slim, so I can only imagine
how badly he must have hurt her with his weapon. So, that was my one
fling with the Office Stud. I swore that I would never, ever get tempted
by some swinging dick Romeo ever again. As it turned out, I was good to
my word, but not in the way that I might have anticipated.
To be Continued