Kevin and I had had an office fling going on for a couple of months before we actually took things to the next level. It started with a little innocent flirting here, a couple of hand brushes there, but nothing too extreme. After all, he was my supervisor and several years my senior, something our co-workers would’ve surely frowned upon, should they learn about our budding flirtations.
I had just turned twenty when the office building I worked for promoted me into Kevin’s department as his second in command. Of course, I had noticed him long before I ever worked under him due to his rustic good looks and charismatic personality, but it wasn’t until we worked directly together that I realized he’d taken an interest in me, as well. Kevin was in his mid-thirties, with a wife at home, but the significant age difference and his not-so-single status still didn’t deter me from being attracted to him. Though I hate to admit it, it actually added to his allure.
The day things got freaky began on a Saturday night. We were both working late and had to lock up the store after the rest of the crew left. The day had been hectic and we were both under quite a bit of stress, not to mention that I was bitter at having to stay at the office late on a party night, even if I was stuck there with the man I’d been lusting after. Kevin had been rather distant with me that day so I was being especially snappy, annoyed at his indifferent attitude. All hell broke loose when he asked me to make some coffee…
“Hey, you should start the coffee maker,” Kevin suggested, not bothering to look up from the stack of paperwork he’d been looking over for the past hour and a half. At this point, I was sick and tired of how he was acting. He’d ignored me for the majority of the day and then has the audacity to ask me to make him some coffee? I wasn’t having it.
“Go make it your own damn self,” I barked, sifting through my own hefty stack of paperwork.
“What the hell is your problem?” he asked, finally looking at me for what felt like the first time all day.
“My problem is you,” I replied tartly, standing from my desk and marching out of the room. I had a couple of water bottles stashed in the office break room and fetching one seemed like the perfect excuse to get away for a few moments to calm down. Kevin didn’t take the hint and, instead of giving me some space, followed me into the break room.
“What do you mean, ‘I’m your problem? I haven’t done anything!” Kevin protested, slamming the break room door behind him for a dramatic effect, shutting us into the room alone, though the rest of the crew had already gone home for the day.
“Exactly! You haven’t done anything all day! Normally we’re pretty friendly, but hell, today it’s like you want nothing to do with me,” I replied, my angry tone easing away and revealing the hurt in my voice.
“Is that want you think? I want everything to do with you. I haven’t been looking at you or speaking to you much today because knowing we’d be here alone tonight has had me wanting to do nothing but rip your clothes off all day and, honestly, I’m not sure how you’d feel about that,” Kevin confessed, staring at me intently.
“Then fucking do it!” I challenged, daring him to make his move. Those four little words were all Kevin needed to hear.
Before I could fully fathom what was going on, I was in Kevin’s arms and his lips were pressed to mine, our tongues entwined like magnets. It was as if something in me had snapped, some animalistic need, and within seconds I was tearing at his clothes, practically ripping off his belt. He wasted no time with unbuttoning my blouse and, instead, ripped it open, sending the satin buttons flying in all directions as my red lace bra was revealed. He hurriedly unhooked the front clasp of my bra, allowing my breasts to fall out into his hands. He rubbed his thumbs in circles over my nipples, sending waves of pleasure trickling down my spine. He broke away from my lips and drew a nipple into his mouth with his tongue, swirling it around my rosy tip. With his free hand, he crept up my thigh and under my skirt, teasing my pussy through the thin fabric of my lacey thong.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, grinding my pussy against his hand as I pushed his pants and boxers down around his ankles.
“Mmm, yes ma’am,” Kevin grinned, eager to oblige me.
Without another word, Kevin spun me around and hiked up my pencil skirt, grabbing onto my thong and merely pushing it aside for easy access. He pressed down firmly on my back, bending me over the break room table as I braced myself on the hard wood. He took his cock in his hand and slid it between my pussy lips, teasing my clit before he swirled it around in my wetness, getting his cock nice and juicy and ready for me. I took a deep breath as I felt his cock at the opening of my pussy and gasped as he plunged himself deep inside of me.
Though I wasn’t a virgin, I had never had a cock as long and thick as Kevin’s inside of me before and winced in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his huge cock stretched my tight pussy walls. He gripped onto my hips and worked his way in and out of me, going easy at first but going harder and faster as I began moaning his name. My bare nipples brushed against the cold, wooden break room table with every thrust, sending even more waves of pleasure coursing through my body. With one hand, he reached around my waist and teased my clit, making me cry out in ecstasy over and over again like a dirty slut.
As I felt Kevin’s cock throbbing against my tight pussy walls, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came, not to mention that I was on the brink of an orgasm, myself. I began bucking my hips in tandem with his thrusts and grinded my pussy against his warm fingertips. Within seconds, my body was convulsing and I was cumming on his cock. The feeling of my snug pussy walls pulsating against his cock as I came sent him over the edge as well, and before I knew it he exploded, filling my tight pussy with his warm, thick load of cum.
Needless to say, little work ever got done when Kevin and I were scheduled alone at the office from then on. Though our office fling was short-lived, as I went away to college shortly after things became physical, I’ll never forget that fateful day when Kevin fucked me like a street whore in our office break room. After all, there’s nothing more exciting than being taken from behind in a forbidden fling at your place of business. If you’ve never fucked a boss or co-worker, I highly suggest it. Sure, there are endless risks involved and everyone always says you shouldn’t “shit where you eat,” but fuck it. Rules are meant to be broken. I promise you won’t regret it!