Drew's Last Day

Obviously, my mind was filled with the craziest thoughts as I packed the rest of my stuff to head home. The drive home was a complete blur. Usually, I’m in the thick of the commute, but having left later than usual the ride wasn’t too bad.

I barely remember after leaving work – my mind was working a mile a minute. I’m sure if you looked at me, you’d see the wheels in my head turning. My husband wasn’t home when I got there, so I changed into my pajamas and laid on the couch to watch TV. It wasn’t that late, but I must have been drained, because I woke up to my alarm the next morning.

I went through the motions of getting ready. A nice hot shower, not sure what I was going to be walking in on, I made sure that I smelled good and was clean as a whistle.

As I was about to head out the door, I saw a note from my husband, “Got in late, have to head out of town for work. Will call tonight.”

It was still dark as I left, it always was, because I get to work so early. Through the drive my mind was back on the fact that I had to face the CEO this morning. However, when I thought of the reason why, I pictured the hot body of Drew which made me start to get hard. I gripped it trying to coax it down.

Pulling into the parking garage at work, my hardon was still raging, but thankfully no one was here yet. I grabbed my stuff and headed to the elevator – “FUCK” my mind screamed as I saw his car was already in his spot.

Waiting for the doors seemed like an eternity. Then I heard a door slam. Turning toward where he was parked, I see a Nordic dream stride around his car. Looking like the love child of Timothy Olyphant and Josh Duhamel. He stood about 6’3”, had a sexy mop of messy hair, a lopsided grin, and a sexy pair of jeans on that framed his crotch deliciously.

“Good morning Rory.”

Facing the elevator, he threw an arm over my shoulder, “Hey Mike, how’s it going?”

Just as he asked the elevator doors slid open. I felt him gently push on my shoulder, allowing me to move forward.  Just then I realized that I’d worn the pair of jeans I wear when I want my husband to fuck me, maybe it was subconscious? They hugged my tight, bubbly ass in a way that was almost obscene.

Turning to press the right floor, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his crotch looked much fuller. Then I felt his hand on my lower back, slowly sliding down, cupping my ass. He gently massaged and squeezed my ass.

Coming right up behind me, “Follow me to my office Mike.”

I got off on the floor where his office is, and dutifully followed him all the way to the back of the building. Stepping into his office, he closed the door behind me.

“Mike, we need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I’m sorry Rory, I know that we shouldn’t have done that, we both got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

Walking over to me, Rory touched my shoulder, “You’re not in trouble Mike, you looked so hot taking his cock.”

Spinning me around I could feel his breath on my neck and his bulge against my ass. “The reason I called you up here, is to feel for myself how good you are.”

He was grinding hard against my ass. “I need to fuck you Mike.” He reached around and was fumbling with my belt. I reached down with shaking hands and undid it for him followed by my pants.

As soon as my pants fell below the round orbs of my ass, I felt his wet cock head slap against my ass. Clearly, he was excited. He grabbed his cock and aimed it at my ass, rubbing the precum across my hole. Each time he made a pass with the his precum covered cock head, he’d push a little.

Having had my ass pummeled last night, there wasn’t much resistance. It only took a minute or two because his hooded cockhead was inside me. I immediately pushed back on him.

At least 8.5 inches of fat, Nordic cock slide inside me. I heard a deep growl come from behind me, I turned my head, and there was a look of euphoria on his face.

I felt him pulling out and I was surprised when he pulled all the way out of me. He pulled me up from my bent over position, spinning me around. His mouth found mind and hesitantly kissed me. It was a chaste kiss, he was unsure. I opened my eyes and they found his, searching for permission.

I smiled at him, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling back at me. My cock fighting with his, as we moved closer. His forehead touched mine and he said softly, “I’ve never thought I could be with a man, but you feel so good Mike.”

I leaned in and kissed him. His tongue slid into my mouth as his kisses grew hungrier. As our kisses grew more passionate, I leaned back and was pulling him with me. Sprawled across the conference table in his office, he was now standing between my open legs. As our lips separated, his hands slid up under my shirt.

Reaching down, I grabbed his cock and pulled him close to me. “Please Rory, fuck me.”

He looked down, eyes hood with lust.

He grabbed my hips pulling me to the edge of the table and lined up for entry. Slowly, his cock sought access to the deepest part of me. As soon as he was all the way inside me, he pulled back and slammed back in.

His thrusts were powerful and demanding. He held my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me senseless. The office echoed with the sounds of our skin slapping together. I was trying to be quiet but the harder he fucked me, the louder I got.

“RORY, oh god, you’re going to make me cum…”

I cried out as I could feel the shuddering orgasm building inside me. My whole core was tightening up for what can only be described as a volcanic orgasm. Hammering into me now he kept saying the same thing, over and over, “Cum for me baby, cum for me.”

I opened my eyes and they locked with Rory’s – instantly, my cock erupted. My load fired up to my face, and then quickly dwindled to more of an ebb than a rocket. Before I could fully recover, I felt him drive balls deep into me and his eyes snapped shut. Then came the animalistic cry of a madman, as I felt my insides flood with his load.

“GOD DAMNIT” He yelled.

A series of uneven, random thrusts accompanied his fading orgasm. Finally, he collapsed on me, head resting on my chest.

“Jesus Mike, I could get used to that.”

“Me too Rory, you’re an animal. We should get cleaned up before anyone else comes in though.”

He looked up at me and kissed me again, as deeply as before.

Luckily, he has a private bathroom and shower in his office. The perks of being the CEO.

We got in the shower together. While there was a lot of kissing and some heavy petting, we didn’t fuck again in the shower. We knew we didn’t have much time before the office filled with nosey people.

I kissed him before I left his office, and then made my way to my desk. I must have had a smile on face, because I passed my co-worker Sarah, “Someone’s in a good mood today?” She said as I bumped into her in the breakroom.

“Oh, just got here early, been working hard.”

As I got working, a message on our work messenger popped up from Rory, “Stay late?”

Normally I would have said no, because I don’t want my husband to get suspicious, but since he was gone, I quickly replied yes.

Feeling a bit guilty, I texted my husband. He replied “Boarding now, can’t talk…”