A bunch of roses arrived at Holly’s desk, the third bunch this month. And again the card read, “From F, never forget our weekend together.“ Luckily, the card was always in a small envelope so the rest of the office didn’t see it.
The guy in the next cubicle leaned back and said, “Holly, your husband is so romantic.”
Holly just nodded; this was getting out of hand, as she was about to crumple up the note when she noticed a small SD card at the bottom of the envelope.
Curious, she sat down and plugged it into her tablet, not her work tablet, but her personal one. Running a virus check first, it came out clean.
It was two video files. She opened one on her tablet. Instantly she knew what it was: a video of Fred and her in the hotel. He had been holding his phone, panning to his grinning face and then back to Holly’s bare back, showing his cock slamming in and out of her pussy.
Holly had a distinctive tattoo on her back, and this was clearly visible.
She closed the file, and rolling her chair over more, she hunched over her tablet screen and opened the second video file on the card.
This was again of Fred and herself in the hotel, but it seemed Fred had placed his phone to the side and had captured clearly both his face and Holly’s face and the action of Holly sucking his cock, then being fucked from behind on her hotel bed.
Oh shit. Holly worked very hard to keep her husband unaware of her escapades. She loved Mark, and she loved their marriage, and nothing was going to mess that up.
And her job, she thought on that for a bit as well; she had worked hard to get where she was today. And a video like this could mean her dismissal, as she was technically Fred’s boss.
She immediately grabbed her phone and walked out of the office, crossing the parking lot to her Jeep, cursing Fred as she walked. Once safe inside her jeep, she pulled out her phone and called him. “Hey Holly, what a surprise to hear from you, beautiful.” Said Fred as he answered the phone on the second ring.
“What the fuck, Fred!” she hissed.
“What do you mean?” he said, full of innocence.
“What the fuck did you send me, and why, uh, what…“ she trailed off, her anger making a complete sentence nearly impossible.
“Oh, the flowers, do you like them? I know you said to stop sending flowers, but I just couldn’t stop myself, my love.” He said
“Fuck the flowers; I am talking about the videos, Fred!” Holly was nearly shouting now.
“Oh, the videos, yes, I knew you would want something to remember our weekend together.”
Holly made a fist and said through clenched teeth, “Fred, this isn’t funny; you have to stop. I don’t like you; I want you to destroy those videos permanently!“
“Tell you what, Holly, if you want to start treating me better and start showing me the love you have for me, then I will destroy them.” Said a confident Fred.
“What? I don’t love you, Fred; I don’t much like you even at this point. Why don’t you understand that?” Holly said pleadingly.
“Well, if I mean nothing to you, then these videos mean nothing, so I guess I can send them to HR and your husband then, I mean, if you really don’t love me,” he said.
“Oh God, no.” Holly hung up and pounded the dashboard with her fist.
Then her phone rang.
“Holly.” Said Fred. “Let’s try this again, shall we? Now show me how you really feel about me, or I can send these movies right now.”
Holly swallowed hard; she knew she was fucked; she knew she was going to have to play his stupid game until she could find a way to get out of it.
“OK Fred, I really miss you so much.” The words made her feel sick inside.
“Oh dear Holly, I miss you too. Have you missed my big dick inside you?” Fred asked.
“Yes, Fred. I miss your big dick.” She said it deadpan as if a robot.
“I need you to do better, Holly. I want you to say it like you mean it, and these videos get sent today.” Fred sneered.
Holly, pushing aside her nausea, said as convincingly as she could, “Oh Fred, I really miss that big dick of yours. I want it inside me. Oh Fred, I love you so much!”
“Was that so hard, Holly? That’s what I mean. From now on, you will always text me back and always act like you love me and want me. Is that understood?” Fred said he was very confident.
“Yeah, OK, but if you send those videos to HR or my husband, I swear I will destroy you completely.”
“Now now, you shouldn’t threaten the ones you love.”
“I, yeah, just keep your end of this agreement,” Holly said in her boss’ voice.
“Oh my love, while I have you on the phone, I will be coming up to Augusta this Saturday so my wife can see a specialist there. I am sure you can’t wait to see me, haha. Well, while she is in her meeting with the specialist, I will have one hour free, at the hospital, of course.”
“OK, and?” said Holly, shill, fighting off nausea.
“Well, I expect as you want me so much, you will meet me in the hospital parking lot, won’t you?” said Fred.
“Do I have to?” asked Holly like a petulant teenager would say it.
“Or I could send that…“
Holly cut him off mid-sentence. “OK, fine, what time?”
They worked out the details and time to meet on Saturday and then hung up.
What had she gotten herself into?
Saturday morning came early; Holly had been trying not to think about having to see Fred the rest of the week prior. But she figured it was a public parking lot in the daytime; she probably wouldn’t get in too much trouble.
Holly, dressed in hiking clothing, her spandex yoga pants and a t-shirt, told Mark she was going for a walk and kissed him goodbye, got in her jeep, and drove into Augusta.
She arrived at the hospital on time and drove to the parking area they had prearranged.
Fred had been texting her with obscene texts all week, and she had no choice but to respond likewise, as if she enjoyed the texts.
There he was, so tall he stood out over the cars parked alongside him.
She drove into the spot he was standing in to hold open for her, and she turned off the Jeep and got out. He was there, embracing her like a long-lost lover.
“Oh Holly, how I have missed you.” He said in her ear as he held her close.
Then he said, “Don’t you have something to say to me, Holly?”
She rolled her eyes and said what he wanted to hear, “Fred, I have missed you and your big dick so much!”
Fred walked her to his car, a spot away, and opened the passenger side door for Holly; she got in, and he joined her from the driver’s side.
Sitting, he then immediately unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi-hard cock. “Is this what you missed, my love?”
Holly winced every time he said “My love,” and now here he was exposing himself to her in a public parking lot.
“Go ahead and give it a kiss, Holly; I know you miss it.” He said as he reached his long arm over and grabbed her head.
No way, he expected her to suck him off here? And now?
Sensing her reluctance, he mentioned the videos again; that seemed to work, and Holly was down, gagging and sucking and slurping on Fred’s cock.
Holly moved her head up and down his large shaft, feeling each vein and muscle of his cock against her lips, circling his cockhead with her tongue and sucking at it as she would slide her mouth down for another deep gag and slurp.
She braced herself against his shoulder with her left hand and used her right hand to reach into his pants and grab his balls, gently and carefully petting the ball sack, and she slurped up and down his sizable cock.
Letting his cock head “pop” out of her lips and then “slurp” the cock head back into her lips on each movement from up to down of her head.
Fred sat back in ecstasy, lifting his hips to meet each of Holly’s downward head movements, his ass muscles strained to lift him as he held onto her hair.
Holly was doing her level best to make him finish quickly, and with Fred, that would be soon.
The whole time she sucked him, he was talking, “Holly, that is so good. Show me your love, beautiful. Yeah, Holly, you know we were meant to be together. “ and on and on for about two and a half minutes, and then.
“Oh Holly yes!” as he came in her mouth.
Releasing her head, Holly immediately moved towards the door to spit it out, but Fred’s long arms reached her first. “Now Holly, I know you want to swallow my cum because you love me deeply, don’t you?”
Holly bowed her head and cringed as she swallowed his load. And then tried to force a smile.
“Love always makes it taste better, doesn’t it?” He asked her.
“Yes, Fred, she said without much conviction.
“Now say it to me, say what I know you feel, and then lick my cock clean so I don’t stain my pants,” Fred said.
Holly was confused and looked confused. “Say what?”
“Tell me how much you love me, of course, then clean my dick.” He said
“Oh Fred, I love you so much. I need you, and I love your big dick.” She muttered.
Fred grabbed the back of Holly’s head sternly, saying, “Try that again, Holly!”
“Sorry, yes, oh Fred, I love you so much, and I need your big dick inside me.” She said it more convincingly this time.
Feed then guided her head back down to his dick, now only semi-hard, so she could clean it completely with her mouth.
And she did a good job even. Holly thought, well, at least his cum doesn’t taste horrible, as she licked and sucked each drip of it from his cock and shaft.
Then Fred put his cock away and leaned over to kiss Holly, who didn’t want to kiss but felt she had to play this game a little longer until she could find a way out of it at least.
They made out for a few moments, Fred fingering her roughly as they did. Making her yoga pants stained with her pussy juices and her panties now twisted and bunched to the side under her tight pants.
Then, as usual, he left her, wet and unsatisfied, standing by his car as he drove off to go pick up his poor sick wife.
Holly got in her jeep and tried to readjust her clothing.
She got six texts from Fred that evening, each one she was compelled to answer as if she loved him. It was degrading.
She had to find a way out of this arrangement soon.
At least he lived down south in Portland and so rarely came north to Augusta. Occasionally for staff meetings and for his wife’s medical care.
But infrequently, at least.
Holly shook her head sadly, thinking, “If only Fred knew how to use that massive cock correctly and wasn’t crazy obsessed with me, it wouldn’t be such a bad arrangement.” She shook her head again. “If only.”
A week went by, almost daily texts from Fred; it seemed he genuinely thought that eventually Holly would actually love him. And the more he texted, the less Holly could even stomach him.
The following Tuesday Fred showed up at Holly’s office; he walked over to her cubicle and gave her a hug; she recoiled from it, surprised to see him but also realizing other coworkers could see the interaction.
“Fred! NOT here!” She hissed in a sort of angry whisper.
“Then where, my love?” He asked in a lower but not whispered voice.
Holly loudly said, “Fred, it is about your reports. I need to speak to you in private now,” as a ruse for the coworkers’ ears.
They walked off to the “Woodshed.”
The woodshed was a small office unused for years and mostly the home of boxes of old documents. It was where most of the workers would go to have private one-on-ones or private phone calls.
Fred followed her as Holly walked off; he tried to catch up and put his arm around her, but she snaked away from that and gave him a low growl.
Once in the hallway, they walked to the woodshed, went in, and closed and locked the door.
“Fred, you can’t do that; you are risking my job.” She said firmly.
“They will find out eventually, once you leave your husband and marry me.” He said.
“What? You have lost your mind completely, Fred.” Said Holly as she crossed her arms most defiantly.
Fred unbuttoned his pants and undid his belt, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, his cock nearly erect.
“WHAT THE HELL!” Holly shouted out. “You can’t do that here!”
“Tell me you love me now, Holly.” He said.
Holly knew she was doing all of this because of her love for her husband and her job; she knew she had no choice. She channeled that real love into this fake love and said, eyes down, “I love you, Fred, and I love your big dick so much; please put it inside me, Fred.”
Fred smiled, “See, Holly, see how you really mean it now.” And he pulled her close, and being so much taller than Holly, his now-throbbing tower of a cock pressed against her white blouse as he kissed her deeply.
Holly returned the kiss as deeply, eyes closed, thinking how she was doing this for her husband.
She loved her husband so much she couldn’t bear losing him; she put that emotion into her lips.
Fred reached up her skirt, grabbing her ass under it. And then raising her skirt. He then turned her around and bent her over the woodshed desk, which was stacked with papers and forgotten contracts.
Fred pulled her panties down and got behind her, waiting for a moment.
Holly knew what he wanted, saying, “Please put your big dick inside me; I missed it so much. Please, Fred, fuck me like you want to, please.”
And with that, Fred pressed his big cock into her pussy; she wasn’t very wet, as she deep down had begun to hate this man, but she tried to relax as he forced his massive meat stick into her.
It hurt. It hurt a lot, but she was doing this for her marriage, for her job, and she let those very true loves guide her.
His cock was now inside her, and he didn’t seem to notice she was in pain or that she wasn’t very wet.
Holly gripped the side of the desk as Fred started his one and seemingly only move, the jackhammer.
After about 30 seconds, she started to actually get wet, and no matter how much she hated this bastard, a huge cock inside her did have a good effect overall.
Soon she was pushing back against his cock as he slammed her over and over and faster and faster.
And then she was finally soaked, very turned on at last, and just as it started to even feel really good, Fred’s hands gripped her hips hard, and he plowed deeper and let loose his cum.
And there it was, all over again; Fred pulled his cock out of Holly and then gave her ass a slap.
He turned Holly around. “Get on your knees and clean me up, Holly.”
Fuck! Just as she was starting to enjoy that cock, and it’s done, again. She sunk to her knees on the floor, her panties around her ankles and cum dripping from between her legs. She cleaned his cum and her juices from his cock with her mouth.
This guy was not only a lousy fuck but also crazy. Yet he did have an amazing cock. Holly decided she could justify sort of enjoying Fred’sminstwr cock because she was, after all, taking Fred’s cock to save her marriage and career.
Then he put his pants back on as she stood and pulled up her panties and straightened her skirt and blouse.
“Why are you here, Fred?” pausing “My love,” she said as unsarcastically as possible.
“I had a meeting with the Westbrook team this morning on the other side of the river; thought I would drop in and see my true love before I drove home.” He said this as he looked around the woodshed.
Continuing on, “I bet a lot of people have fucked in here.”
“I don’t know, probably a few.” She said, thinking back to her torrid and obscene affair with her previous boss.
“Look, Fred, I have a meeting in about 10 minutes, so I need to go; please go out the other way,” she said.
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