An Office Lust Affair

"Yeah....oh yeah" he groaned as I fed four or five inches into my mouth. "You dirty fucking cocksucker! Shhiiiiitttt! You look like butter wouldn't melt in your fucking mouth; but.....ooohhh.....you like a fucking cock in there don't ya? Ooh Cat...you can suck cock as good as a fucking prossy."

Stevie now had both hands on my head and tugged at my dark, ash-blonde straight locks as I rubbed his shaft into my mouth and rolled his balls with my other hand.

"Oh fuck....oh fuck!" He began moaning as he gripped my hair. "That's it you fucking dirty cocksucker.....faster!"

His vulgar, filthy, almost despicable language drilled into my brain and sent such powerful sensations through me; I just loved him talking dirty. I was delirious now and just wanted to please him. I gave absolutely no thought to the consequences of my action although, for some reason, the arias from Madam Butterfly from last night were going through my mind. Even with his fat, hard very hot cock in my mouth I couldn't help smiling at the difference in my positions at this time of evening. Yesterday I was sitting on a silk covered, gilt chair in a box in the Royal Opera House surrounded by elegant, sophisticated and so well behaved people. And tonight I was on my knees on an office floor, wearing black sexy underwear sucking the cock of a flash sleazeball like Steve. O was very aware which was giving me most pleasure!

"Yes...yes...Cat....faster, faster" he winced as I gripped his balls as tight as he was pulling my hair and rubbing my hand as fast as possible up and down his shaft while I sucked and licked the rest of his magnificent cock in my mouth.

Suddenly he froze and grunted, "Ugh!" This was followed by a mouthful of his cum. Jet after jet splashed onto the back of my throat then, when his cock popped out of my mouth with me still holding it he sprayed all over my lips and cheeks..

At first I was shocked and tried to pull away, but he held me in place and began fucking my mouth with his deflating cock.

I was now breathing heavily through my nose and could taste his stuff as it filled my cheeks. It didn't taste anything like the smell he'd left on my knickers; in fact it hardly had any flavour at all as I gulped it down. If I'd known that I would have developed a greater taste for spunk years ago!

Stevie pulled his dick out and shook the last few drops onto my boobs as I swallowed everything that was in my mouth: much to his delight. I felt a little scared that I had swallowed a real player's cum.

"Don't worry luv I am totally clean" he considerately assured me stroking my hair.

"Good" I gilped

"Fucking Hell Cat" he grinned as he tucked his cock back into his underpants. "You're a helluva cocksucker; I'd never have guessed you were a swallower as well."

"That was my first time for years." I said as I slid my tits back into my bra.

"Fuck off!" He gasped incredulously.

"Well, I've....you know?" I suddenly became shy and embarrassed. "Sucked my husband before...but never...you know?" My voice was virtually a whisper and I was blushing like mad.

"What?"

"Er, not with a stranger."

"I'm hardly that am I after last night."

"No I guess not, but you know what I mean."

"So when did you last do it?"

"What?" I asked pulling my dress up and starting to do the buttons up.

"Suck a bloke."

"Two years or so."

"And swallow him?"

"Must be ten I reckon."

"I'd never have guessed." He shook his head in disbelief. "And I've had hundreds of fucking blow-jobs."

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as I turned the kettle on. "Lucky boy then aren't you?"

"Really Cat?" he whispered in my ear as he cupped my boobs from behind. "That was one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had."

All I could do was smile and raise my eyebrows.....I was lost for words, but just for a moment or two.

"You said that about our fuck last night."

"True."

"So does that make me a superslag then?" I asked laughing, but secretly quite pleased with myself for gaining such praise from the 'office bull.'

As we sipped our drinks, coffee for him and tea for me, we chatted about our mutual love of stockings and sexy underwear. It was so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we were talking about work or an ordinary hobby. Later in the evening Stevie showed me some websites that he surfed including some that you could buy stockings and lingerie from. One was especially good: www.stockingshq.com and we chose four pair of stockings including some seamed ones a six-strap suspender belt for keeping the seams straight.

He ordered them to be sent to the office and leered. "When I get them I am going to strip you stark bollock naked right in the middle of the editorial floor, put them on you then fuck you." That made me shiver with desire.

We really applied ourselves for the rest of the night getting loads of work done. At 11.30 we went into my office and could hardly keep our hands off each other. Stevie quickly had his hand up my dress and shoved two long fingers straight past my thin thong and into my pussy while I unbuckled his belt and flies with the dexterity of a pickpocket. All I'd been thinking about for the last hour was either, sucking that wonderful cock again or, being fucked.

It was quite undignified but I leant forward to suck his cock while I stood with my legs apart for him to finger-fuck me. My head was bobbing up and down like a moorhen as more and more cock went into my mouth and throat at the same time as Stevie twisted and turned his fingers inside my tingling pussy.

"Oh yes...yes...yes" he moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. His fingers were working their magic inside my hole as his palm pressed against and rubbed my clitty. I was soon rolling my hips in time with his pressure and was very close to cumming when he let out a low moan as his hairy balls tensed in my hands.

He pulled my head back making his cock fall out of my mouth and slipped his fingers out of my pussy. His sticky fingers stunk of my sex as he ran them over my face and lips. I licked them. He began wanking his cock in front of my face. I rested my bum on the table where he had fucked me last night and squeezed and rubbed my tits with one hand and my clit with the other. It took only a few seconds until he moaned that he was about to cum. That got me going and my climax built up quickly. As that broke over me, a jet of spunk shot out and landed on my cheek and nose. He kept rubbing and groaning as he pressed the tip against my bottom lip as more stuff oozed out into my mouth and down my chin. The smell was unmistakable and just as intoxicating as when I'd smelled it on my knickers. I put my tongue out and licked the last drops out of the hole at the end.

We had finished the archiving target we had set ourselves for the night.

"So might as well piss off then" he said.

"Yes I guess so" I replied not knowing how to finish the evening off.

It didn't hit me until we were in the lift that as we left the computer room he hadn't unlocked the door. We had done all those things when anyone could have walked in.

"The door wasn't locked" I said as we walked down the stairs to the main door.

"Oh no, so it wasn't."

"You bastard you knew didn't you?"

"Got to have some excitement in life luv" was his galling reply

He fixed the alarm, locked the front door and said as if nothing whatsoever had happened.

"Good night then see you tomorrow.

Over the next two weeks we had several more sessions that were much the same. I wore hold-ups and sometimes a sussie belt and stockings with skirts. When the coast was clear we would be at each other like animals and we sucked each other and fucked at the end of the night with the occasional fumblings in-between.

And one night, as he had promised he did strip me stark bollock naked and dressed me in the six-strap suspender belt and stockings and fucked me ben tover my desk.

I was becoming hooked on Stevie and I had become his spunk-junkie! All I could think about at work and home was dressing up for him, sucking his thick cock and feeling it inside me until he filled one or both of my holes. At dinners and lunches with friends or Richard's partners or clients, at parties, at the tennis or golf club and all the other nice places I went I couldn't stop thinking of the incongruities of the style, sophistication and elegance that normally accompanied me to the squalid, sordid filth of the debased situations I eagerly entered into in the office.

I wore a nice grey skirt that ended just above my knees with a blue, cashmere sweater that clung to me and emphasised my boobs. Underneath I wore a cream frilly set of bra, full see-through panties and suspender belt from La Perla and a pair of Gazelle Gervin RHT stockings with a thick black welt.

As we wouldn't be working late that day I spent all morning planning how I could have one more session before the weekend.

I was ready to leave the office around six, just as it was getting dark. Steve called

"Give me a lift home?" he asked.

"Okready now?"

"Yes ro save you embarrassment I'll be outside Toni and Bennies" he went on mentioning the nearby Italian restaurant.

Ten minutes later I pulled up outside the cheap ristorante. He appeared from the rear door. He furtively looked around and when he was sure the coast was clear he got into the passenger seat. We both giggled like naughty school kids for the next minute or so until Stevie asked. "Where do you want to take me, I assume you want to fuck me?" He really was the sleaziest and least romantic man I had ever met and I wondered at why I so fancied him.

"Anywhere?" I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn't given that any thought and hoped that he would know somewhere discreet.

As Stevie directed me to a derelict industrial area about five miles away he lifted my skirt and stroked my stocking clad leg and fiddled with the frilly suspender.

"Lift up."

"What?"

"Lift your bum up."

I saw what he wanted to do and I lifted up so he could slide my skirt up my legs. He got it just further than my stocking tops and slid his fingers between my thighs and started rubbing me. Thank goodness we got to the deserted and near derelict small industrial estate just outside St Albans.

I'd hardly pulled the handbrake on when he was kissing me and fondling my boobs under my sweater.

"How long have we got?" He panted as he pulled my sweater over my head and began unfastening my bra.

"An hour or so." I gasped as my aching breasts flopped into view.

"We'd better not hang about then!" He smiled as he tweaked my nipples. I leaned over him and adjusted his seat until it was as far back as it would go; then used my new found skills to unfasten his belt and release his cock for my pleasure.

It was still quite soft as I pulled it from his pants and he wriggled his jeans down to his ankles. I couldn't wait and stuffed it all into my mouth. The next couple of minutes were amazing as his cock grew stiff and hard inside my mouth as I caressed his balls and forced the tip of my tongue into his foreskin.

Stevie just lay back and called me all kinds of dirty names as he quite roughly, but very welcomingly squeezed my boobs and nipples as I revelled in loving his thick dick.

It became a little bit uncomfortable so he suggested we get in the back. We clambered in there and I was immediately in his arms. I slithered down a bit and got his cock in my mouth again. With my knees on the floor he had easy access to my tits, but couldn't get between my legs, which was where we both wanted his hands to be. I lifted myself up so I was propped on the edge of the seat. His hand immediately went between my legs and he started stroking me through my thin panties.

His cock was big and hard now and I was delighting in putting on a cock-sucking show for him; licking the shaft, sucking his knob, nibbling his balls, rubbing both across my face and then sucking both balls into my mouth.

He stopped rubbing me between my legs for a minute or so to undo the zip on the side of my skirt. Tugging and wriggling until we got it off, I felt incredibly vulnerable and horny now for I was just dressed in a flimsy white g-string, bra, suspender belt and a pair of Platinum Gio 15 denier stockings that had arrived in the post the previous day.

Stevie's hand instantly went back between my legs again; pulling my gusset to one side and stroking my pubic hairs before sliding a couple of fingers into my soaked and aching pussy. My blow-job became even more enthusiastic as he started to seriously finger fuck me.

"Oooooohhhhh!" he gasped. "So you like getting it at both ends do you?"

I didn't answer, but just kept sucking and wiggling my hips as I pushed back against his fingers trying to draw every last bit of sexual pleasure from them; it was lovely.

"I bet you'd love having two guys at once, wouldn't you?" He gasped as he held my head in place, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. "You dirty fucker, you would wouldn't you? Two big cocks, one in your mouth and the other fucking the arse off you! I bet that's what you dream about when you're fingering yourself at home."

In all honesty I'd never given such a suggestion much thought, but as he said it while he was finger fucking me and I was sucking his cock the idea suddenly had some appeal. 'Fuck' I thought where am I going with my sexual experimentation?

"Does your old man want to see you fucked by another bloke?"

"No" I grunted, my mouth full.

"Well I am always available" he laughed sliding a finger between the cheeks of my bum and pressing right on my anus.

I was in the early throes of an orgasm when some movement outside the car caught my eye. Then I saw a torch light. Horrified, thinking it was the police I pulled away from Steve.

"Don't worry it's ok?" He said grabbing me behind my neck.

I saw that a man was standing next to the car looking in; he was watching us. I gagged as I tried to scream but Stevie just kept my head tightly in place and began bouncing his hips forcing his cock fully into my mouth while he began rubbing my clit even harder and faster.

I hastily knelt up covering my boobs and spluttered.

"What do you mean it's ok."

"What I said, relax, don't worry."

"There's someone out there!" I

"Probably" he told me nonchalantly shoving his fingers right up me and holding them there.

"What do you mean...probably?"

"This place attracts loads of peeping toms. It's well known around here."

"Well I didn't know!" I told him as I tried to pull away from him and cover myself.

"I guess it's a sort of dogging site."

"What's that?" I asked as I held my sweater in front of me covering my boobs.

"A place where couples have sex and others look on."

"You bastard. You knew that?"

"Of course I did, that's why we came here."

"Jesus Christ what sort of fucking pervert are you?" I said feeling totally pissed off at him.

"A fucking wild one, but don't say I don't turn you on. Don't say you don't love me doing you in the office."

"But this is different, it's crazy" I said as another torch lit up the other side of the car.

"Yes what a fucking turn on Cat, being watched as we fuck."

"No it's not" I lied for as the torches lit me and his cock up I did feel a surge if arousal.

"Don't lie to me Cat, I can tell you love it and want more."

"I don't, I hate it" I lied as I saw faces at either window.

"Come on, let's get going again" he coaxed me pulling at the sweater and stroking his cock at the same time.

"No Steve, please" I groaned, knowing full well that my resistance was waning.

He grabbed my hand and put it right on his cock. "Now don't tell me you don't want this?"

"Oh Steve no."

"Don't want it in your hand, in your mouth and Cat up your cunt and your arse?" He whispered pulling on the sweater. It slowly fell away and I could feel the eyes from outside devouring my bare tits. I also felt his fingers on my clit and then in me.

"Suck it Cat, suck my cock" he croaked pulling on the back of my head.

I felt so humiliated, dirty, abused, guilty and I guess bad about myself for giving in so seemingly easily.

'Perhaps at heart I am a slag' I thought as I bent forward and took his still rock hard cock into my mouth.

Whether it was performing oral sex on my sleazeball lover in a car while he finger fucked me or, whether it was because we were being looked at, I'm not sure, but I came like a train! My legs were shaking and my vagina muscles clenched his fingers as my whole body began convulsing.

"Yeesssss..... That's it....I'm cumming!" Stevie growled as his body stiffened and he instantly filled the condom in my mouth and throat with hot cum.

I hated to admit to being massively turned on my the strangers seeing me virtually naked sucking my 'boyfriends' cock. Although I was genuinely embarrassed I still looked around to see if he was still there as I awkwardly got dressed.

"Come on let's go" Steve said pulling his jeans up and getting out and walking to the front of the BMW doing his zip up very casually.

Once I was dressed again, had applied a fresh coat of lipstick and fixed my hair, I drove him to his local pub where he was meeting his buddies. As he got out he turned back, kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my boob before saying.

"See you on Monday." Then he was gone.

All of the way home and for the rest of the weekend all I thought about was Stevie and the outrageous sexual things I'd done recently. He had woken some dormant desires within me and I knew I was a changed woman. Fortunately in many ways Richard went to the US on the Sunday lunchtime so I was alone with my thoughts, thrills and guilt.

Guilt? Yes in some ways, but a controlled sort of guilt. Like a guilt that comes on for a while, but vanishes; one that exists as you are being naughty but fades when you stop.

What was really odd was that I was feeling more like a 'woman' more feminine and wanted than I had for what seemed all of my life. I'm no fool I knew this wasn't love, but purely lust and I realised that Stevie was using me and would drop me like a stone as some other female entered his life; but that didn't matter because I had used him too!

I wore stockings and suspenders for work every day the following week. Stevie pestered me to wear the seamed ones for him but I wouldn't. That really would have been a 'step too far' and caused all kinds of rumours to circulate the company.

We had sex of one sort or the other every night as we finished the project. I would suck his cock while he fingered me or licked my pussy before we started work and we always finished with an interesting fuck with me kneeling on the floor, bent over a desk or sitting in the edge of the table. We went back to the derelict factory dogging site and Stevie fucked me on the back seat as at least three people looked on. He had got me to use words like fuck, cock, cunt and spunk during sex and he had taught me just what a turn on squalid, sordid sex can be. I had learned how thrilling wanton and lewd acts in the appropriate places can be and had found that no strings attached sex could be not only hugely exciting, but also fun. And after a while the guilt goes as well.

He really changed me as a person and as a woman. Perhaps the most significant area of change and the most important, alhough to many this may be very tortuous logic, he stopped me having an affair. By that I mean a mean a love affair for with Stevie I had an office lust affair; nothing more and nothing less.