She lifts up her orange tank-top and shakes her big DD-cup tits at me. Tits that she used to bring this married man’s destruction. Tits that made me get an immediate erection at first sight at her job interview, two weeks previously. Tits she used to distract me with low-cut white translucent blouses (or black lacy ones), her perfume so incredibly hot, so powerful.
I grab under Megan’s butt and slide her up the bench so I can sit under her. She grabs my fat, eight-inch erection, and works the purplish mushroom head round and round the moist meat of her smooth, wet pussy. Her nails graze my pecks – nails that coquettishly grazed my hand after we shook hands after that perfume-drenched, intoxicating interview.
As I stir-stick the drenched opening of her snatch, she reaches under her ass and tickles my testicles. The electrifying sensation of Megan’s long, strumming nails on my nuts sends a shudder through me.
She cocks an eyebrow at me, registering how her tickling is putting me under her spell… those deep, brown, glistening eyes… eyes that sparkle with desire… so many shades of invitation, of seduction, her eyes making me melt inside whether I want to or not.
Megan rubs her wet pussy and then rubs my cock with the moisture, then back to her pussy, and then slicking up my cock some more, getting my hard-on all greased up. That wet, slick, rubbing sound is nice.
With one, black nail-polished hand firmly gripped round my erection, the other splaying open her juicy, red pussy with middle and forefinger, Megan says, in a near whisper, “Micheal, I want you to realise that whatever follows from here on, I cannot take any responsibility for.”
That near-whisper voice she’d use on me at work when she wanted to flirt… blueballing me…
I gathered my senses together enough to ask, “Responsibility? For?”
Letting the head slowly ‘pop’ in, she said, “Mmmmmmmmm yes, that feels soooooo GOOD, Micheal.”
Overcome by her tightening pussy muscles around my slowly plunging manmeat, I lose myself in the moment… getting lost in those heart-melting brown eyes. They had flashed so seductively, with the most lustrous desire, when it came up in a lunch-time chat, two days previously, that I had competed in ten Iron Mans, eighth place my best. How those pupils dilated, bearing down on me…
“Don’t worry, Micheal darling,” Megan said, her body jerking up the bench with each thrust, “Just go with the flow… mmmmmmm that’s it! Yes, Micheal, I love that. Just take whatever in the moment. Because it feels so good NOW, doesn’t it.”
“Fuck Megan, yeah,” is all I can manage, still trying to process being called “Micheal”, still trying to process Megan’s responsibility waiver, still trying to process getting sucked into her without slipping on a condom, still trying to process this betrayal to my wife and young family. As well, of course, the risk of being caught banging the daylights out of my secretary in her condo weight room at 3 in the morning.
“Micheal sweetie do you feel that? My pelvic floor? Have I been doing my kegel exercises? Hmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!”
Her love walls squeeze and suck and pump on my pistoning hard-on like no other woman has done before. I grab onto Megan’s perfect tits for dear life as I slam and ram and buck powerfully into her slim tightness. Those gleaming pink nipples stand out firm and hard against my roving thumbs. The feeling of slamming my abs into the tightest, slim, tight tummy is almost enough to make me cum too soon.
Holding up her tight, spinner ass (her thighs splayed open, feet planted on my bi’s), I guess her weight at around a nice light 105 lbs., give or take. I hold my cock deep inside Megan for a bit and slowly gyrate. Her pussy is so wet that we start making very loud squishing, squirting sounds as I stuff myself – and hold – as deeply as I can inside of her, with hard, jerking upthrusts at the top of each gyration.
“Oh yes Micheal I like that – yes!”
There is irony in Megan’s remark, alluding to an inside joke. Earlier in the morning, she made that same remark after I foolishly commented on the feasibility of couples taking separate vacations. A little curl formed on my lip to acknowledge the somewhat brazenness of Megan’s response. She then said the exact same thing on the phone at the end of the day – in a more sultry, predatory way – to cement this eventual tryst.
She shakes her black hair out of her eyes so that it returns to that perky bob cut, framing her angelic, doe-eyed face. She wears a black choker with a bright blue gem on it. Her coiling, golden serpent arm-bands are sexy as shit, and gives her a definite Cleopatra vibe about her.
Jerking up and down with each of my mounting thrusts inside her, Megan says, effortlessly, as if nothing’s being done to her right now, “Mmmmmm I like looking at you, Micheal. And I don’t say that to many guys. And you like looking at me, too, don’t you.”
“Oh yes fucking goddamned yes fuck Megan yes I do very fucking much like looking at you. FUCK.”
Her sweet laughter is enough to make me come. It’s just as effortless, without any change in breathing pattern, much like her regular hump chatter.
She wraps her petite but amazingly strong legs around me. We have our first kiss, as I continue plowing my eight inches, in circles, deep inside her. As our tongues probe and speak their own language, I shore up everything I have and power slam into her. The force is hard enough to make her betray her calm, almost conversational demeanor with a high yelping “oh!” The searing look of mock anger in her flashing eyes indicates my notching up a minor little victory. We smile and kiss even more feverishly, her fingers erogenously raking through my hair.
With the jaws-of-life grip those spinner legs have on me, I pick Megan up, the incline bench still between my legs. I step back from it, my maneating secretary bucking and bouncing madly away at/on me. I walk her over to the middle of the wall mirror, so that we’re in the very centre of the large weight room. For some reason I have to stand-up fuck her right out in the open. Our bellies are slamming with loud, full force.
“Micheal………imagine……….every night………like this.”
“Megan-”
“Don’t fight it……….you won’t forget this anytime soon, you realise, my dear.”
“God-damn-”
“Every night, Micheal………..letting me seduce you like this.”
“Megan, don’t,” is all I can manage, realising she can destroy me in multiple “victories” if she feels like it. Her tight little ass feels perfect in my hands. In the mirror I admire the huge green serpent tattoo taking up most of her back. Our smack-smack-smacking will probably leave me good and red – her lithe, slender pelvis jackhammers into my balls with a punishing precision that confirms her being the best lay of the (admittedly modest amount of) eighteen girls I’ve laid. I realise this is maybe the greatest fuck moment in my life, as she energizer-bunnies me.
Megan’s arms let go from around my neck as she leans away from me. Her back arches downward, her boobs even perkier in that reverse-gravity way. The way she keeps eye contact during her slow free-fall is something a woman does to get into a guy’s head, big time.
And that, Megan is doing.
We get into a good rhythm in this crazy position. I am thankful she is light enough to hold like this, and thankful Megan’s legs are strong enough to remain snaked around my back while she’s falling back down to the floor. My dick cannot fully penetrate in this position – she’s angled away from me, allowing only half of my curling-down eight inches to actually snake inside her.
Which is to say I’m also thankful to be hung enough to pull off this position. (laughing)
She reaches down far enough so that her fingers touch the floor, then lifts herself back up, all the way. We kiss, with her arms wrapped passionately around my neck again. She angles in her forehead against mine to give me that me extra serious look.
Maintain her sweet humping rhythm, Megan said, “Stay the night. Come upstairs with me. My bed linen has the highest thread count. I want to show you.”
“Megan-”
“Tell her the meeting went all night”
“Megan-”
“After we fuck here, phone her or text her that the meeting is going on for another couple hours.”
“Probably wake her up.”
“Good. That settles that… And you can meet Tabitha.”
“Who?”
“My cute little Persian kitty. Oh, she’s soooo white and fluffy, Micheal, your hand will just sink in her.”
I am flustered, but all the more turned on, by that effortless way she continues speaking like she’s idly chatting on the phone, but at the same time banging the shit out of me. The respiratory prowess and stamina and control to do that makes me question if I’m fucking Satan or something.
The force with which Megan slams into me makes my stance gradually shift further and further back until she has me back against a cold pole support for squat training. I lean against the pole to relieve my standing for a bit (at minute fourteen, according to the clock).
“Micheal… you know you wanna fuck me up in my bed, don’t you.”
Before I can answer my succubus of a secretary, she grabs my hair and kisses me. Her battering ram fuck thrusts become short, quick, almost vibrating little pussy undulations that I have never experienced before.
“Okay baby just come so we can start this all over again upstairs,” she says, looking past me with that cheshire cat smile that says she knows her amazing vibro-pussy action will make it happen. Her voice breaks slightly as she says that, indicating the difficulty of her manouvre.
“Fucking damn.”
“Yes I know, Micheal, I know… uh! Yes – that tremble I feel, Micheal, it will be soon… Shoot all of it into me… ALL of it.”
And at that, Megan hopped off me, primly landing on the balls of her feet like a gymnast finishing a bar routine.
“Uh… what the?”
She demurely walks away, that tight, round, little ass winking at me. She grabs her robe, turns to face me, allowing a glimpse of her perfect nakedness before covering it up.
Slowly, deliberately, she ties her robe across her, and says, “This is to make sure that you’ll actually come with me.”
Before I know it, my clothing’s back on. The vixen snuggles into this perilously-married CEO as we walk out the weight room, and straight to the elevator…
… to be continued?
