by Lexi Archer
I opened my mouth once again to give him a piece of my mind, and once again he stopped me before I had a chance to say anything.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing walking around my factory floor like that not paying attention to where you’re going?”
I was getting more pissed off with every word. His floor? Once again, who the hell did he think he was? Time to say as much.
“Your floor? Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the foreman,” he bellowed. “And I’m also the guy who just saved you from getting splattered inside one of those machines out there, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t scream at me!”
Then his face softened. Maybe it was something in my face. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
“Good. That could’ve been a hell of a lot worse than it was,” he said.
I smiled. “Right, but it wasn’t because you were there.”
“Nothing I wouldn’t do for anyone else,” he muttered.
My breathing was picking up, I could feel wetness in between my legs, and my nipples were betraying me and pressing out against my bra. I was already worked up. I already got ridiculously aroused by this man earlier. And on top of it all I was starting to realize that I’d just had a near death experience. A near death experience he’d saved me from while my husband was up in his board room laughing and carrying on with those asshole yes-men. It was all stirring together in a perfect stew of arousal that had me so hot!
Well, with this god I’d probably get turned on no matter what he did. As I glanced around the room, looked down at the small desk, I was getting a few ideas of what I’d like him to do. Ideas that were very wrong. Ideas that my husband wouldn’t appreciate if he knew what I was thinking up there in that board room where he was so busy ignoring me.
He cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous. And he glanced up and down taking in my body in my sundress. I felt lightheaded. I was about to do something stupid. Something really stupid. Especially considering we were still in Dan’s factory!
I smiled. Walked past him. Made sure to put some extra sway in my hips like I had while I was out on the factory floor. And there was the added bonus that there wasn’t any heavy machinery for me to accidentally bump into in this small office. I could feel his eyes on me as I moved over to his door and flipped the lock. Looked over my shoulder at him.
Like I said. I was about to do something stupid. Only I couldn’t help it. I was so hot. I was primed. Really it was Dan’s fault for getting me like this then leaving me hanging.
“Maybe we could find some way to thank you for saving my life out there,” I said with a smile.
He swallowed as I drew the blinds shut, but I could see from the way he was watching me that I had him snagged. I always got my man when I put my mind to it.
5: Her Hero
I moved towards him and he took a step back. It was obvious that desire for me was warring with his desire to keep his job. I smiled. I was enjoying being the forbidden temptress in this little game. And knowing I was being so naughty, that my husband wouldn’t appreciate this at all, just made it so much hotter. I found my breathing picking up even more, felt blood pulsing through my body and down in between my legs.
And yet still I couldn’t quite believe it.
What was I doing? Why was I getting so close to a man who wasn’t my husband? As I approached his eyes looked me up and down with that same hunger, that same appraisal, I’d gotten from the guys out on the factory floor. The same hunger I’d seen from him earlier. Only there was suddenly something different about the way he looked at me. The apprehension faded to be replaced by a cocky, casual confidence in that look. In the way he carried himself. Something that said he saw something he wanted and he was going to have it.
That look terrified me and turned me on at the same time. Suddenly it hit me that this wasn’t a game. This was really happening. I was in an office on the factory floor with a man who wasn’t my husband, a man who suddenly looked like he’d decided he was going to enjoy himself if I was going to throw myself at him.
I glanced at the door and briefly considered bringing this to a stop, but then it was too late. He was moving in on me. And why shouldn’t he after the display I just made? After that seductive little dance I just pulled?
I licked my lips as he moved in close. I took a step back and stumbled against his desk. A couple of pens clattered to the floor and I jumped at the sound. He was close enough now that I could feel his hot breath against my skin. This close I definitely could tell that he looked a little older. Maybe around the same age as Dan. Oh God Dan. I was betraying him in the worst way possible and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I was going to do about it. Mike looked so damned good and I was in a sexual frenzy.
He took another step forward and then he was pressing against my body. Fuck! Another man was pressing against me for the first time since I’d gotten married and it was sending back a flood of memories, a flood of emotions, from those wild days before I settled down.
I couldn’t help myself. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I was greeted by a wonderful enchanting aroma that was a mixture of cologne, sweat, and that oil smell I’d been so into on the factory floor. He smelled like a working man. So very different from Dan and his clean board rooms and days on the golf course. If the smell was intoxicating, well that was nothing compared to the feeling of his body against me. He looked hard, sculpted, when I was looking him up and down. Now that he was pressed against me I could feel just how hard his muscles were. Feel them rippling against my body.
And…
Oh my God.
It’s true. It’s true. It’s really, really true. I felt something monstrous and just as hard as his muscles resting against me between my legs. I bit my lip and felt a pang of guilt for what I was thinking. He was bigger than Dan. So much bigger. I didn’t know how I was going to take all that! When I opened my eyes and looked up at him he was smiling with a cocky half grin.
“Your body feels nice,” he said. “I always knew you’d feel good.”
He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. That simple act of brushing my hair away, of his finger running against my face, sent a chill running straight down my spine and set an impossibly warm fire burning between my legs. Oh God how I wanted to feel that finger down between my legs. How I wanted to feel him exploring my body.
I was in over my head. I was losing control of the situation. Hell, I don’t think I’d been in control of the situation since I ran into him again out on the factory floor and let him take me back to his office. I’d lost control of the situation when I got so worked up and then Dan left me high and dry without any satisfaction. And yet I loved this. I was so turned on. My panties were soaked, and I was lightheaded from the delicious sensation of his body pressing against mine.
“Fuck, this is so wrong…” I whispered. And yet it was so hot. I couldn’t bring myself to say that though. I felt as though saying that would make the betrayal final somehow.
“Wrong?” He laughed, a deep bass rumble that set my pussy on fire. His hand shot out towards the factory floor. “Door’s over there.”
I looked over to the door and back to him. I bit my lip. I’d started this acting like the temptress. I’d started with the seduction routine. Only it was becoming more and more clear that I wasn’t the one in control of the situation anymore. No, my desire was in control. He was in control. I wasn’t going for that door and I knew it. I wasn’t leaving this small office and he knew it. He laughed again. A deep rolling laugh that vibrated through his body and pressed up against me in that delicious spot where his hard cock was pressing against me.
I didn’t have time to react to that delicious vibration pressing against my body, because no sooner had he started laughing than he was on me with a passion that surprised me. With an ardor that went above and beyond anything Dan had done up in his office. Mike
’s lips pressed against mine as his arms moved to either side of me pushing me back against his desk. I had just enough time to let out a quiet moan as his lips pressed against mine, so rough and yet so wonderful. As his arms pressed me back.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. This couldn’t be happening. How had I gone from making out with my husband up in his office to finding myself all alone in the foreman’s office with his massive cock pressing against me, his lips pressing against mine and his tongue running along my teeth? Talk about your all time unexpected experiences. I was expecting a hot steamy lunch hour distraction with my husband, not to experience this delicious chocolate god and his massive cock.
I’d take it though.
One of his massive powerful hands moved up and then he was cupping my breasts through my button up shirt. God that touch felt wonderful. So different from Dan and so hot because it was my first new experience in who knows how long. I worried he might do something rash like ripping my dress off entirely which would’ve left me with nothing on my way back out. I prayed that he might do something sexy like ripping my dress off entirely and who cares about the consequences.
I was both relieved and disappointed when one of his hands moved up and slipped one of my straps down which caused the dress to quickly drop since that’s what it was designed to do in the first place. Hey, what can I say? I knew I had the goods and I was always more than happy to show them off. To give a little tease. Sure I thought it was my husband I’d be teasing, but this was even better.
Now it looked like I was going to be doing a hell of a lot more than teasing as I felt him grinding his cock against my pussy that was soaking wet, that only had my panties, my dress, and the jeans he wore in between chastity and complete domination.
I knew which of those two options I was hoping for. I had a good idea which of those two options he was going for too.
I pulled back from the kiss and put a hand up against his chest. I caressed him and enjoyed the feeling of his chest muscles. I wondered what it would feel like to have his bare chest pressing against my body, mashing my tits against him as he looked down on me from above and slammed his massive cock in and out of me. I desperately hoped I would get a chance to feel that very shortly.
And yet there was still a part of me that was running on autopilot. That was sticking to the good girl script. That was turned on by sticking to that good wife script that was in such sharp contrast to how naughty I was being.
“We shouldn’t…” I said breathlessly.
And it was true that he’d taken my breath away. That kiss was so intense. Just as intense as anything I felt with Dan. Perhaps more so because of the circumstances. This was a man who was taking me. Making me his. And I loved it.
He grinned again, his teeth shining white against his black skin. He moved his eyes down my body and licked his lips. I wondered what it would feel like to have that tongue on my pussy. Then one of his fingers ran down the bare skin of my chest exposed where my dress had fallen forward, my tits heaving as I watched his hand moving lower and lower. I felt his other finger run along my pussy through my dress and then he moved it down and was running his hand up my thigh. Up, up, until oh God yes! His finger, so large that it felt like some of the cocks I’d had pressing against me down there with other guys I’d been with, pressed against my wet panties. Ran along the dampness. His grin widened as he felt that wetness.
“You’re saying we can’t,” he said. He pressed his finger against me causing me to moan. “But your pussy’s saying something else.”
I moaned and threw my arms around his thick neck. I peppered his face with kisses, enjoying the sight of his body and the sweaty taste that mixed together to form the single most manly scent I’d ever enjoyed. Then I was on his mouth again as he pressed against me. He leaned me back over his desk in an eerie echo of what I’d experienced with my husband and his desk just a few minutes ago and then I was on my back on that hard wood surface with his own hard wood pressing against my soaked panty clad pussy from the other side as his hand moved up and started pulling my dress up. The material bunched together in his hands and then he was under my dress, his hands so large and broad that they were wide enough to cover my stomach.
I felt tiny in comparison to this gorgeous man on top of me.
I moaned as his hand continued its exploration up, moving under the wire on my bra and then he was cupping my tits. Once again I felt absolutely tiny in comparison to him. His body felt so fucking incredible against me. His hands, rough and calloused from his years working on the factory floor, so different from anything I’d experienced with college guys or with my husband who hadn’t worked on the factory floor a day in his life. And through it all he was continuing that inexorable kiss. His tongue swirling through my mouth and our saliva mixing together as his cock pressed against my pussy down below. I was moaning, though they felt more like grunts every time he slammed his cock home against my pussy.
And every time he slammed home, dry humping me in the middle of my husband’s factory, I felt my tits bouncing even with his hands over them. I felt as though the wind was being knocked out of me, though I was still barely able to breathe through my mouth and nose as he continued that never-ending kiss. I felt his muscles pressing against me, his broad shoulders so wide, the entirety of his godlike muscled chocolate body towering over me and dwarfing my petite white body and tits.
He pulled away from the kiss and I thought we might be taking a break. Maybe he was going to slow things down, leave a little time for some foreplay so we could enjoy ourselves, but then I got a good look at his face. At the hunger in his eyes as they moved down my body. That wasn’t the look of a man who was going to take his time. That was the look of a man who was going to take what he wanted, and what he wanted was me.
He pushed up with his hand that was still under my dress and it moved up, up. Then my bra and dress top were pulled over my tits which bounced free. His eyes devoured my tits with their cute pink tips and he licked his lips. I pulled my arms over his head and allowed him to pull the dress the rest of the way off. He tossed it against the wall where it hit and landed on the floor in a crumpled heap.
I half expected him to move down and start licking my tits, but it was obvious he had other things in mind. He balanced himself on the desk as his hand that had until recently been mauling my tits moved down. I heard a zip and licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew he had to be pulling that monster cock out.
I looked up at him and we locked eyes. “Be gentle…”
“Don’t worry baby,” he said. “I’m going to make your married pussy feel good in a way your husband never could.”
His words were so dirty. So wrong. And yet I felt lightheaded. I saw stars dancing in front of my vision as he said that.
I was absolutely right when I said he was a man possessed. I heard a quiet jingle as his pants, belt and all, fell to the floor and I knew it was coming.
He reached down and brushed his thumb against my pussy and once again sparks danced through my body at that touch. Holy shit. I was letting another man touch my pussy. I was letting some guy who wasn’t my husband explore my body down there and it was so fucking wrong but it was so fucking right!
I’d never been this primed before in my life, and yet as I lay there on my back on his desk, my legs up around me, my pussy splayed out before this guy, knowing that my husband was probably still holding court in the middle of that stupid boring meeting just a few hundred feet away and a few dozen feet above us, it had me feeling so fucking hot. I felt as though my body was on fire. I felt as though there was an intense white hot heat burning at the end of every nerve. Particularly where my body made contact with his. I needed this so bad. I needed some sort of release. I’d needed it since I decided to come to the factory this morning, and if this was how I was going to get it after Dan decided to ignore me then fuck Dan.
Except I wasn’t fucking Dan. I was fucking this sexy factory
foreman instead. He probably loved this. This was probably the ultimate forbidden fantasy for him getting a chance to bang the boss’s wife like this. Whatever. He could fantasize all he wanted. I needed to feel him inside me!
His thumb brushed against my pussy again and then he was pulling my sopping wet panties to the side. Holy fuck! He wasn’t even going to bother taking my panties off?
Only I didn’t have much time to consider what he was or wasn’t going to bother taking off. Because I then I felt it. Holy shit. If I thought his fingers were big, if I thought his thumb felt amazing brushing against my pussy, well let me tell you that was absolutely nothing compared to the sheer orgasmic pleasure of having the spongy tip of his massive black cock pressing against my tight pussy. It felt bigger around than anything I’d ever taken before. Definitely bigger than Dan.
I had a moment of panic as I felt his cockhead pressed up against me. Both because I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to take that massive monster inside me, and because I wasn’t on the pill and he wasn’t using a condom like I usually did with Dan. Something of that panic must have registered on my face, because he stopped and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Something wrong?”
I bit my lip. “Do you have protection?”
He laughed. “Why would I have protection with me on the factory floor? Besides, aren’t you on the pill? I thought all you trophy wife types were on the pill so you could fuck around and play all innocent.”
I shook my head, my hair shaking around me and my tits jiggling slightly. I pulled myself up on my elbows and looked up at him, my eyes wide. Painfully, deliciously conscious of his massive cock head still pressing against my tight tiny pussy.
“I’m not on the pill,” I said.
I didn’t think it was possible for his grin to get any wider than it already was, but it did. And that look in his eyes went from hungry to slightly predatory. I blinked, and I almost wanted to pull back. Almost. The feeling of his cock pressing against me was too delicious to pass up, no matter how nervous I was at the way he was looking at me like a fun new conquest he was about to dominate. How had I so completely lost control of this situation? And why didn’t I care more that I’d so completely lost control?