I look at you, writhing in agony; I can feel the sweat trickling down the back of my neck. Tied to the pole in my office garage, knees folded and hands bruised, you seem defeated, but I know you are not. There is a fire burning inside of you, you are hungry, and I can see it in your eyes. I walk towards you, and press the hot knife against your clit over your dress and I see you hiss. I throw the knife away, I won’t need it today.
My clothes are soaked, there’s a pool inside my shoes. I can slowly feel the cold rising in my chest, I might catch cold tonight. It has been raining for two days straight now, and I thought of waiting till it had dried, but you had to walk in my door this morning, looking like that. And you know what I mean, wearing that short dress, sleeveless and backless. And you had the nerve of telling me that you were going to see that useless boyfriend of yours. What did you expect? I knew you were teasing me, strolling through the offices in tight pants, bouncing your tits at me, and short skirts, sitting across from me, crossing your legs and smirking. You might as well have worn a thong to work.
I knew you wanted me, I knew you needed this, you were practically begging for this. Something had to be done, and so here we are. That dress suits you much better now, stripes of blue fabric hanging from your body. I bend down and pull the whole dress off of you, and oh you are a vision. I lift your chin to face me, you are ashamed of your nakedness so you look away. I pull at your hair and you stifle a scream. Your open mouth is an invitation; I force my tongue down your throat, savoring your cheeks, your tongue, devouring the taste of guilt, regret, lust and helplessness. You resist and keep pushing back, trying to rid yourself of me. I, fueled by your wistfulness, lift my hand, and tracing the brown nipple, I pinch it hard. You scream in my mouth. I lock my eyes at you, and you seem to understand the repercussions, so you give in. You match my pace, and I can feel your hunger. I pull back, and you despair at the loss of contact. I cup your breasts with both my hands and press them gently. You stare back at me, waiting for me to do something, something hard and cruel. I move to your neck and nibble at the skin where the neck meets the shoulders. You taste of sweat and dirt, mixed with something creamy. I try to stay gentle, and I feel you squirm. You want it hard, so I bite your skin, until you scream at me to let go. I look at the purple bruise there and it gives me a sense of calm. I look down at those juicy tits. I move towards them, licking them, and sipping away at the skin, rubbing your nipples. You moan near my ear, and I want more of it, so I start sucking at them, and I can feel you wrestling with need. You tug at my hair pushing my face harder against them. I let my hand trace your lower back, making circles of sin; I can sense your skin jumping against my finger tips and you crumbling away in my palms. Your muffled moans, your whispers of want drive me insane, my hand moves to your belly, treading towards your pussy. One single finger teasing you, dancing across the slit of your lips. I let it slip inside, exploring your wetness. You are so warm, so inviting. I rub your clit, and you moan, the beast in me forces my mouth on yours. I feel your fire blazing inside me. My thumb moving to and fro, You seem to be wanting more. I give in, my middle finger slides inside you, in a sea of lust. I move my finger easily inside you, stretching you. You are squirming, this isn’t enough. I put in another finger, and another. My hand inside you, and my lips on yours, bliss. I let my fingers dance inside you, celebrating your invitation. I cannot take the pace anymore, I put my entire hand in forcefully pushing my fist, pumping your insides, and I hear you scream with pleasure, asking for more. Feeling encouraged, I go crazy with my fist, another hand playing with your right breast, and my mouth biting yours. I have waited for this for so long. My damp clothes dripping water on your body, your skin glistening. The cold of the rain battling the heat of your insides. High on pleasure, your eyes half open, you look at me and whisper in my ear, “Fuck me”. I persist, I wait. I want you to beg. But you are done begging, you pull my hair, forcing my mouth away from yours, and you demand, “Fuck me” loud and clear. Something in me shifts, I get on my feet. I remove my shoes; the concrete is hard and wet. I open my pants, unzipping it, and let it fall to the floor. I force my feet out of it and jump on you, kissing you, tasting you. You pull my shirt over my head, breaking our contact. The pain of loss is soon overcome by the touch of your soft chest against mine. You feel so hot against my cold body, I let myself devour you. I feel my hard member touching your wet, soft opening. I rub your lips, your clit with my dick, my precum mixing with your juices. “Now”. I hear my command and I slip inside. Slowly moving inside, I take in your wetness. I loved you a long time ago, before I saw you naked and begging, I don’t love you anymore. No, this is something more, something animalistic. I want you, more than I have ever wanted to breathe, the thirst in me forcing me inside you harder. I go deep inside you. I don’t need any more commands, I know what you want and that is all I want to do, give you pleasure. I push hard inside you, your mouth open and I slid my tongue inside your mouth, and you suck at it. My dick being sucked by your pussy, and my tongue by your mouth, it’s hard not to come. I can smell our juices mixed with sweat and earth, all I can hear are your moans against my tongue and the splashes of your wetness being fucked. With every thrust, you clog my mind. I am all yours. Your hand traces my back, and your nails dig in my skin, you want more, fast. I will give you more. I do you, harder, and faster. I feel myself closing in, I open my eyes to look at you, and you seem lost in pleasure. Your eyes rolled in the back, your red plump lips, bruised by mine, sucking my tongue, your cheeks flushed, your neck marked by me, I can’t take it anymore. I fuck you harder, and faster. I can feel myself withering; your pussy contracts and I can feel your body tremble beneath me. Your orgasm sends me over the edge, and I feel myself explode inside you. My arms give in, and I fall on you. You feel so warm and welcoming; I let myself flow inside you. We lie there for a few seconds, before I get up to freshen up. I need to change, my shift will be over in an hour, and I cannot let anybody see you. I look at you, all wet, dirty, dripping with my cum in you. You look absolutely trashy. With that thought, I wear my clothes, and walk back upstairs.