Southern Belle
We had been fucking off and on for the better part of three months. No strings attached, just
sexual fulfillment that we couldn't get from our spouses.
Today was just like any other day, I was horny and wanted to fuck my Southern Belle.
I snuck up behind you at your desk and in a Southern drawl said "How ya doin' darling."
Now let me take you a step back. So that we knew when we wanted to get together we talked in a Southern accent. It was our little trigger for each other.
She spun around quickly, eyes wide open. I never talk like that when we could be overheard.
"When?" She said, still not sure of what I would say.
"Well there's no time like the present." I said with my thick drawl.
She just shook her head. We couldn't; we were at work. It was a slow day, but what if we got caught? Or would we explain it to our bosses and our spouses?
I kept prodding her for a couple of minutes.
She finally said, "Where?"
I turned my head slightly to the right indicating the large storage room not more than 10 feet from her desk.
"Anything you say sir." She said with a wicked smile.
She got into the act and kicked in her Southern Belle accent.
I stepped back and saw what I had to work with. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and a white
sild blouse.
Both of which would have to go, but that would come later.
"First, I want you to unbutton your shirt so I can see them purty teats."
She cautiously looked around, then bagan to seductively unbutton the blouse.
As she started swaying her hips from side to side I could tell she was starting to get into it.
The more buttons she undid the more of those milky white breasts I saw trying to peek behind her
lacy bra.
There she stood with her shirt wide open revealing her still bra covered breasts and her perfectly
flat stomach to anyone that would happen to walk in to her area.
I suggested we move to the storage room.
Once we locked to door behind us, we continued.
"Take off your skirt and panties." I commanded.
As a good little slave she turned her back to me, undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor
revealing a lacy thong.
As she bent over to remove her underwear, I ran a hand along hre ass. I caressed the soft smooth skin the ran my finger down her crack to her damp pussy. I dipped my finger in, felt her warmth, then withdrew my digit. Gently I began stroker her lips, moving closer and closer to her clit. My finger brushed the hood covering her clit, but I wouldn't touch her button. I teased her till she was begging me for more.
"Please, sir, please FUCK ME!"
I wasn't ready yet, not quite. She was gonna cum before I did. I was sure of that. Instead of
fucking her, I attacked her clit with my finger. She came almost immediately.
I took my now stiff cock out of my pants, and pulled her towards me. As I positioned the head at
her opening I reached around her waist and began to gently stroke her clit.
I could feel her muscles trying to suck me in.
I inserted my head slowly until I could feel our hips bones meeting.
As I picked up a rhythm thrusting in and out, my finger got to some serious work.
Before she had come down from her first orgasm, she was knocking on the door for her second
one.
As I thrusted harder and harder, she climaxed again, squeezing me almost hard enough to make
me go limp.
I pounded that cunt as hard as I could. With my free hand I began spanking her bare ass until it
was starting to turn pink.
I wanted her to remember this the next time she sat down.
As I felt the cum building in me, I thrust hard one more time, burying myself in her farther than I had before. This caught her by complete surprise knocking the wind out of her with a groan. That's when I released my steamy seed.
"Now don't you lose any of that juice, otherwise I'll have to punish you."
"Yes sir. Will you check later to make sure that I didn't lose any?" She cooed.
"If you're good, I might. Now get dressed."
And with that I zipped up and walked out to let her get dressed alone.
To this day I don't know if anybody besides us even know it occured, including our coworkers:)