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As a Senior Project Analyst at a big company in North Carolina, my work life is boring. I go to meetings, shuffle papers around my desk, and daydream about going home and schlepping my wife.
Valerie and I have been married for a lot of years. We have 2 kids. For all intents and purposes, we are living the American dream. I work while she takes care of the house and family.
Valerie and I met in college. While everyone else was fucking their brains out, the two of us were too shy and worried we’d get talked about. Well, that was my problem. As for Valerie, she was a “good girl,” which meant she kept her legs shut except when it came to someone who was, as she put it “husband material.” I guess I counted as that since she was fucking me in my dorm room at the end of our second date.
I was the typical faithful husband. I never strayed—that is—until a young lady named Melody became an accounting clerk at my office. Melody led a life very different from mine. Pregnant as a teenager, she’d struggled through the curriculum at a community college until she found herself hired as an accounting clerk at my company. The big wigs liked to hire people like her: people who pulled themselves up by their bootstraps. Even though she made it from the ghetto to our place, she couldn’t seem to shake her style. She’d show up to work in skintight dresses and too-high heels. Not that I’m complaining. I often wonder if human resources knew they’d be increasing the capacity of all of the executives’ spank banks by hiring Melody. Maybe she fucked herself into a job. I wouldn’t put it past her.
Melody is 23 years old. She has a kid at home and no husband, but she must get help from her family because she’s always talking about where she went the night before. She loves to hit the clubs and dance until 3 am and then wake up fresh, shower, and come to work still a little drunk. At her age, she can still get away with that. She’s usually sober by lunchtime.
A lot of the other ladies in the office, the ones who are still in the process of working their way up, can’t stand Melody. I can tell by the way they look at her and how they treat her. They always tell her to make coffee or organize the stationery closet, stuff an unpaid intern should be doing. She doesn’t mind taking the easiest jobs. That’s how she got assigned to taking minutes at our executive meetings. No one complained when Melody sauntered into our boring weekly meeting wearing an inappropriate miniskirt and a short cropped sweater. She crossed her legs and uncrossed them. She let one of her too-high heels fall to the floor while she continued taking notes and doodled Bugs Bunny in the corner of the page.
When the accounting supervisor went on vacation, I was the lucky bastard they asked to oversee the whole accounting apartment. Some people might view this responsibility as a drag, but I was pumped. I was now Melody’s direct superior. On my first day as her temporary boss, she brought me coffee and asked if there was anything she could get me. She leaned over the desk giving me an eyeful of her perky boobs. She didn’t wear a bra or anything, just those young tits pressing right against her tight low-cut sweater.
“Sure there’s nothing I can get you?”
I shook my head no.
“Donut?”
“No.”
“Any office supplies?”
“No.”
“Your dick sucked?”
My head swung up to see if I’d heard right. She smiled devilishly.
“Dictation?” she said this time.
Had I imagined what I heard?
The accounting supervisor was away for two weeks. In that time, I got to know Melody very well. She was in my office a few times a day, asking for clarification on things she should have already known. If it was anyone else, I would have asked them to stop coming in so much, but I didn’t mind when Melody stopped by. I looked forward to seeing how she’d dressed up those big tits each day, how she’d manage to warp her professional clothes into yet another slutty get-up.
I enjoyed it so much that I began to fantasize about Melody. More than once, I came home and got directly in the shower so that I could rub one off before dinner. One day, I was horny, and I sped home, rushing through yellow lights and stroking my dick through my pants. As I opened the front door, I knew right away that the kids were not there. The place was silent except for the sound of the running shower. The water turned off and a couple of minutes later, Valerie emerged in a cloud of steam. She was wearing only a towel wrapped around her middle and she was still wet.
“Well hello Henry,” she purred.
“You’re all clean,” I said. My dick now throbbed painfully. My balls felt heavy and weighed down.
She untucked a part of the towel and let the towel fall to the floor. She was naked, and though my wife was a little frumpy, she still got me going. I walked up and grabbed her breast. She pushed my hand away. Then she pushed my suit jacket off my shoulders and pulled me close by my tie.
“That was fast,” she said as she grabbed my cock through my suit pants. My suit got strewn all over the floor of the hallway as I pushed my wife to our plush furniture in the living room. Sunlight poured through the giant windows and the curtains were still open—the way Valerie left them until the sun went down. Outside, the neighborhood went on as usual: kids playing, women gardening, all the usual suburban crap. Inside I was fucking my wife harder than usual and she was eating it up. When my balls banged and bounced against her snatch, she bit her lip and screamed a little, but it was a turned-on scream.
I want to stick it in your ass,” I told her.
Her eyes grew wide. She stammered, and I nudged her ass to get her to flip over. I hadn’t fucked her ass since graduation night in college when I told her that I loved her and soon I was going to make her my wife. That shit made her so horny, she let me fuck her ass. When I saw what a dirty whore she could be, well that’s when I decided to marry her.
As I flipped her over and got a view of her puckered starfish, I thought of Melody. Now there’s a bitch who probably loved getting it up the ass.
“No Henry, no,” Valerie said. She flipped over and directed my dick into her pussy. I thrust into my wife a few times and blew my load right into her.
“Hank, what got into you?” she said. I couldn’t tell her I’d been dealing with a flirtatious slut for a week now.
“Seeing you all wet,” I said. “No kids.” Made sense, right?
Next week at work was wild. On Monday, we were told the head honcho was flying in from Chicago for a Tuesday meeting. He wanted to be briefed on the company’s accounting for the last month. Everyone began to scramble to get things in order. Melody stayed by my side, asking if I needed anything. I had her making copies and generating reports. I worked her ass all day. At 5:30, when everyone went home, she and I still sat at my desk assembling the reports for the big meeting. We were collating and stapling, nothing that required much thought, and that’s when she began telling me about her sex life, how she hadn’t had a steady boyfriend since her baby daddy, how she liked to get fucked but she didn’t want any kind of relationship.
When she said the word “fucked,” two things happened: my dick went solid and my ears perked up. She had to know, even where she was from, that that sort of talk was inappropriate for work.
“Ever cheat on your wife?” She smiled.
“Um, no,” I stammered, immediately regretting my answer. What if she would have fucked me? Damn right I would cheat on my wife, I’d just never been given the opportunity.
While staring at me, she unbuttoned her top few buttons so that I could see her breasts. As usual, she wore no bra, and her shirt was now showing so much that I swear I saw a bit of nipple peeking out.
My face felt hot. Melody still smiled. It was like she enjoyed seeing me squirm.
“Excuse me,” I said and walked toward the rest room. Once inside, I ran cold water. I hoped that splashing it on my face would help me get a grip on myself. When I left the rest room, however, my dick was still hard as a rock.
I went back to the office, hoping that my dick would go back to normal after a little while, but when I opened the door, I got the surprise of my life: Melody was sitting in my office chair completely nude. Her shaved snatch rubbed against my leather chair. Her tits, now on full display, were all pink and gold from the sunset pouring through the window.
“Lock the door, Hank,” she said, her legs spreading wide. I saw that she still wore her slutty high heels. I didn’t move.
“Lock the door if you want to fuck me,” she said. This time, I moved to the door and locked the latch. My hands were shaking. Was I really going to do this? As soon as the lock clicked, Melody answered that question for me. I felt those tits pressing into my back. I turned around and she spread her fingers wide and moved her hands up and down my chest.
“Oh, I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.” She got down on her knees, opened my pants, and began to suck my cock right there on the office floor. After a few minutes, she stood up, grabbed my hand, and took me to my desk. “Strip,” she ordered.
She had moved all of our paperwork to the side and I sat on the edge of my desk. She climbed up on top of me and began to bounce on my cock. I grabbed one of her breasts and sucked. I couldn’t stop putting my large hands around her tiny hips. It had been forever since I fucked anyone but Valerie, and never anyone as low-class and horny as Melody. She played with my balls as she came on me. “Oh Hank, Hank, I’ve wanted your dick for so long.”
She sat back in my office chair.
“What do you want Hank? What can I do for you?”
I climbed off the desk and she stood up. I pushed her down on the desk and entered her from behind. Valerie hated everything kinky. I hadn’t had any doggie style since the girl I dated before Valerie. Melody made a little happy giggle when I slid my dick into her.
“Oh Hank, I love your cock so much,” Melody sang.
I had to keep reminding myself that this was happening. Just as I was about to explode, she started screaming, “Cum on me! Cum all over me!” so I did as she asked. I pulled out my cock and sprayed my load on her back. Cum dripped from her hair and splotched all over her ass. She got up, turned around, and stared at me.
“I wanted to fuck you for so long,” she said again.
“I wanted to fuck you too,” I admitted. I was out of breath. She smiled.
After that, the slutty clothes and flirty remarks got worse. I invited her to lunch one day and then took her to a hotel.
“What’s for lunch?” she asked when I opened the hotel room door.
“My dick,” I told her.
“Yum, my favorite,” she said, and she wasn’t kidding. She loved my cock. She liked when I sat on the edge of the bed so she could kneel on the floor and play with my balls. She especially loved to hide under my desk and suck me off while I stared out the window.
Did she take it in the ass? She took it everywhere, and begged for more. I never had a more devoted employee. She’d come in early and fuck me while other employees got their free donuts and coffee. She’d stay late and bend over my desk, giving me a view of her new thong, and then letting me move it aside so I could fuck her right there while her cunt slapped against my desk and her tits pressed against my paperwork.
Valerie, Valerie Who? I don’t need a wife anymore. She’s a distraction. I fuck my little accounting clerk a few times a week. As I work, she whispers what she will do to me when I finish the project I am on. I rush to get finished and then I let her slide her constantly sopping wet pussy down my cock.
“Oh, Hank,” she likes to say. “I love your cock so so much.”
I plan to tell Valerie this weekend. She can have the house. She can have it all. I got everything I want at the office.
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