by Anya Aurelie
“I want to hear your negotiations,” Brandon whispered. “I’m going to hide in the closet so I can listen.”
“What? No!” I started to protest, but he was already heading inside the small room and pulling the door shut behind him.
“Brandon!” I hissed.
He opened the door far enough to peek out at me. “Pretend I’m not here,” he said. “If Will finds out I’m in the closet spying on him, he’ll never sign on as a client. Just act like I’m in a meeting.”
What could I do? Brandon closed the closet door to just a crack, and I stood up, smoothed my skirt, and went to open the office door.
Will almost took my breath away when I saw him standing on the other side. He was taller than I remembered, more commanding. Those green eyes were just as piercing, though, and his arms looked just as strong.
“Alyssa, I’m glad you agreed to meet,” he said with a secretive smile, walking into the office without waiting to be invited.
“I was flattered that you’d want to,” I said, nervous, acutely aware of my husband hiding only feet from where we were standing.
“And where’s Brandon today?” Will asked.
I swallowed and recited my line. “He’s in a meeting right now, so he wasn’t able to come say hello.”
He nodded. I took a seat behind Brandon’s desk, noticing how plump and comfortable his chair was, while Will sat where I’d been on the other side.
But if I’d thought that sitting in the position of power would give me power, I was dead wrong. Will was in control of this meeting — that much was abundantly clear the moment he started talking.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” he said. “I think you’re very beautiful, and as I’m sure you heard, I spoke with Brandon about the possibility of spending some time alone with you.” His eyes wandered over my breasts, making clear he hadn’t explicitly said.
“I did hear that,” I said, feeling shy. “What exactly, um, did you have in mind?”
“Stand up,” Will said.
Not sure where he was going with this, I stood.
“Come out here and let me look at you.”
I came out of my safe harbor behind the desk and stood in the middle of the room while he swiveled his chair around to watch.
“Turn around.”
I turned, feeling the flouncy skirt fly out from my body and then land back on my thighs, while he examined my body.
“Very nice. I’d like to see you naked now.”
“Oh…right now?” I said. I hadn’t been expecting this. Weren’t we just meeting to talk about details?
“If we decide to go forward with this, I need to know that you look as good under your clothes as in them,” Will said, and I felt a hot prickling feeling spread over my skin. Somehow, if anyone else had said those words to me, I would’ve been offended — but with Will, I was turned on.
I thought of Brandon hiding in the closet, and wondered whether I was going too far. But the way Will said it, this was all part of the negotiation…right?
I peeled my shirt up, acutely aware of each inch of skin as it appeared. I pulled it over my bra, knowing he was staring at the lacy fabric covering my nipples. Then I pulled the shirt all the way over my head and let it drop to the expensive rug on the office floor.
Will didn’t say anything, so I began to push my skirt down my hips. The fabric was stretchy, so I didn’t have any buttons to unfasten, no zippers to unzip. I just pushed it slowly down until it lay in a crumpled heap at my feet, and I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, next to my shirt.
He nodded, and his look was unreadable. I got self-conscious then, worried that he didn’t find me as attractive as he had when I’d been fully clothed. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided the deal was off? I’d have to do better. For Brandon.
I leaned forward toward him, showing him deep cleavage, before slipping first one bra strap and then the other down my shoulders, and finally unhooking it in the back. I held the cups in place over my breasts and turned away from him, wiggling my ass, then pulled off the bra and let it dangle from two fingers before dropping it to the floor.
I covered my breasts with my hands then, and turned back around, squeezing them together and rubbing them for Will, and finally pushing my arms up over my head and uncovering my breasts at the last moment, letting them drop and bounce as they were revealed to him.
He smiled now, and I felt relieved. I stood there in high heels and panties, and I took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to show all of myself naked to a complete stranger for the first time. Will would become only the second man to see me naked — and little did he know that the first man to see me naked was watching too.
I sure hoped Brandon wasn’t too upset right now.
Wanting to continue the show — now was no time to get lazy — I hooked a thumb under my panties at the hip, pulled the fabric out from my body, and then let it snap back into place. Then I hooked my forefinger through the slim line of fabric covering my pussy and pulled it down between my legs so that Will could almost see my pussy, but not quite.
He stared at the area as though entranced, and I let the fabric go and approached him. I lifted one leg up and set my heel down on top of Brandon’s desk, so that my legs were opened up to him. All that lay between this stranger and my naked pussy was the thin strip of fabric.
I hooked a finger under it again and pulled it toward him, exposing myself just slightly. This was fun.
Will broke the rules then, reaching out to grab the fabric of my panties himself and pulling it aside so that my pussy was exposed to him. He touched me, dipping a finger just inside my wet folds and dragging it up the crevice and over my clit, then back down again toward my hole. I shivered. His finger felt so good, like nothing I’d ever felt with Brandon.
At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be spread open and have him fill me with his cock, but I was so aware of Brandon in the closet, watching and listening, and so instead I forced myself to pull away from him.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “We can’t do this right now. We’re just supposed to be talking about it.”
“Oh, come on,” Will said. “Your husband will never know. And what’s the difference? I can fuck you later in some boring hotel, or I can fuck you right now, right on top of your husband’s desk, in his office.”
I hesitated. “I’m not sure Brandon would want us to do that. Today was supposed to just be for talking….”
I wished I could know what my husband was thinking, there in the closet, and I surreptitiously peeked over to see if I could see him. I saw just the hint of one eye staring at us before I quickly looked away.
Will looked irritated, and stood up. “Do you want this or not, Alyssa? There are plenty of other lawyers in this city, and I’d be all too happy to go find a different one.”
“I’ll do it,” I said quickly, thinking I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry to Brandon in the closet. I couldn’t lose this client for him, though. It meant too much. Even if Brandon had to watch me fuck another man right in front of him, and couldn’t reveal himself.
“That’s better,” he said, smiling. “Now hop up on this desk and let me look at you.”
I sat my bare ass down on Brandon’s beautiful, polished desk and opened my legs up to Will, letting him examine my tight, pink cunt.
“Lay down,” he instructed, and I lay across the center of the desk, my legs hanging off one side and my head hanging off the other. Will arranged my feet so that they were up on the desk on either side of my body, still in the heels, my pussy as wide open as possible to him.
He stood back and looked at me. From the closet, I heard the slightest noise, and imagined Brandon looking at me too. I wished I knew what he was thinking. I guessed that he was probably raging with jealousy right now — and that he was probably hard again too.
Will unzipped his pants, seeming unaware of the sound coming from the closet, and pulled out a thick, hard cock through the hole in his slacks, wh
ich I could just barely see when I lifted my head. He stayed fully clothed, and I lay my head back down again until my vision was nothing but Brandon’s office chair.
I felt the firm cock slapping my legs — first my ankles and calves, then moving in toward my inner thighs. I didn’t know where Will was headed, but just let him have my body.
But instead of putting his cock inside of me, he moved around the other side of the desk, and a moment later he’d pulled the chair out of the way and stood in front of me. I stared up at him, upside down from my vantage point.
He slapped my cheeks with his cock, and I felt the sting as I noticed how thick it was, so much bigger than Brandon’s. I wondered if it would fit inside of me.
He rubbed it on my neck and chin, then let it rest against my lips. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe I was about to suck another man’s cock on top of my husband’s desk, while he secretly watched.
He pushed, working his cock between my lips. “Suck me,” he commanded, and I opened up to allow him in.
My mouth felt full of him right away, and I felt my pussy getting wetter as I took more and more of him into my throat. He pushed further into me, and I gagged on his cock, lifting my head up.
Will pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back down, then reinserted the thing. “Be a good little slut,” he told me. “Take all of my cock down your throat.”
I tried my best, sucking in air whenever I got the chance and opening up my throat to let him in. He began fucking my mouth, rhythmically in and out of me, and I thought again of Brandon in the closet.
What was he thinking right now, as he watched his wife’s mouth taken by another man? What was he thinking as he saw me laying out open and exposed on his desk?
Will grabbed one of my breasts hard and squeezed it, as though marking it as his own. He pinched my nipple as he continued to force his cock down my throat, and I got so horny I could hardly stand it. I wanted to be fucked hard by this man, to be taken and filled by his massive cock.
Finally, Will pulled out of my mouth and returned to the other side of the desk. He was still fully clothed, his cock peeking out of the hole in his slacks, and he rubbed up and down the length of his shaft with the lubrication from my mouth.
My head still hanging off the other edge of the desk, I couldn’t see what he was doing, so I was surprised when I felt his warm tongue hit my pussy, then licking up and down the length of it. I moaned. Brandon never did this for me, and it felt so deliciously good.
He pushed a finger inside of me and kept licking, swirling his tongue over my clit and then pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “I bet you want to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I do.”
“I bet you want my thick cock, don’t you? I bet it turns you on. I bet it’s way bigger than your husband’s, isn’t it?”
I froze. I knew Brandon was hanging on Will’s every word, but what was I supposed to say?
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want it,” I said, bursting forth with the words. “Yes, it’s bigger than Brandon’s. Yes, it’s hot and it’s so hard and I can’t wait to feel it inside of me. Please give it to me!”
Will abruptly pulled his finger out of my pussy and I saw him stand out of the corner of my eye.
A moment later, a warm, blunt object was against the opening to my pussy, and then Will pushed, and his cock spread me open just like I’d imagined. I heard another sound coming from the closet, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be fucked hard by this man.
His cock eased inside of me, stretching me wide around him, and then he pulled all the way out. I lifted my head to stare at him, knowing that Brandon could see everything from his vantage point, could see Will’s cock slick with my juices.
Will pushed back inside of me, harder this time, faster, and pulled all the way out again. I moaned.
“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you want more of my cock?”
“Yes,” I said. “I want more.”
“Then beg for it.”
“Please, Will, give me your cock,” I groaned. “Stretch me open and fuck me hard. Please. I need it. Please fuck me.”
And he did. The slaps of his balls hitting my ass reverberated throughout the room as he began thrusting in and out of me. He pushed my knees up to my chest to open me up to him wider still, and he controlled my body.
His cock felt so good inside of me, so thick and so hard. I came almost immediately, the feeling building up from my clit out into my pussy and then spreading through my whole body.
I screamed and moaned as the immense pleasure overtook me. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” I cried. “I’m coming! Will, you’re making me come.”
He continued to pound into me as the feeling danced out to my fingertips and zipped back to my center, my pussy pulsing and throbbing around his cock.
When I had finished and the waves died down, Will pulled out of me. “Turn over,” he said, and I rolled to my stomach, looking back at him. He yanked my body down until he was holding my legs up in each hand and standing between them, my hips just barely on the desk.
Then he pushed back into me, staring down at my ass. He thrust over and over, and he felt so huge inside of me that I could barely take him. Finally, I heard him start to moan.
“Oh fuck,” Will said, breathing hard. “I’m going to fill you up. Are you ready for my cum?”
I glanced at the closet. I knew I should tell him to pull out, but this felt so fucking good, I couldn’t stop. I reached down and rubbed my clit, close to orgasm again myself.
“Fill me up,” I said. “Give me your cum.” And as his already massive cock throbbed inside of me and he began to spurt out the hot liquid deep into my unprotected cunt, I rubbed harder, my hand instantly getting wet with my juices, and I began to come again. My pussy throbbed and spasmed around his cock as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside of me, and I accepted his cum and loved every drop of it.
My heart was pounding and I knew Brandon would be seething with jealousy by now, but I didn’t care. I screamed out my orgasm, knowing that people in the other offices might even be able to hear me, and I just couldn’t stop myself.
The sensation flowed through me as he filled up my tight cunt, and then our bodies slowed down together, the pulsing calmed down, and he finally pulled out of me and let go of my legs.
I collapsed against Brandon’s desk, then slid off of it, noticing that my breasts had left two large, round imprints on the glossy surface. I turned around and saw that Will was already tucking his cock back inside of his slacks and zipping up, and I stood there naked, my head buzzing, unable to believe what I’d just done.
“Thank you,” Will said to me. “Tell Brandon I’ll be in touch.” And he just walked out the door while I stood naked, still trying to catch my breath.
The moment the door was closed, Brandon popped out of the closet, his huge erection obvious through his pants. My heart jumped and then raced even faster when I saw the look of crazed jealousy on his face.
“Brandon —” I started, but he cut me off.
“Lay back down on that desk,” he snarled in an animalistic tone I’d never heard from him before. And he practically ripped his pants pulling his zipper down.
My husband was about to fuck me like I’d never experienced from him before. I lay down on his desk, cum dripping out of my hole, and let him grab at my naked body.