Secrets Ch. 50

50

It had been years since I'd ridden public transit and if anything the experience had gotten worse. The buses were new enough and relatively clean, but they were slow and the seats were uncomfortable -- especially since I was riding with my ass plugged and my cock caged and my balls feeling full and achy. Having been fucked to orgasm had relieved some pressure, but being teased and feeling so slutty and owned brought that sensation back so quickly. Ironically, being fucked like I had been made my balls, trapped in the ring of the cage, get bounced around quite a bit, leaving them feeling a bit battered and bruised.

The sensations battered me constantly, leaving me constantly aware of my predicament and position. I was a collared sexual plaything for my wife, and for just about whomever she chose to share me with. I was granted sexual satisfaction only with men and only in ways that seemed to amuse her. It ached and it was humiliating and emasculating, but at the same time I loved it. I felt more alive and more seen than I ever had been. I was somehow living a life that I'd dreamed of.

Like most fantasies, I supposed, it was much different than expected when it became real. When these things were just a fantasy, I could put them aside whenever I wished, and have a good wank and feel rested and relaxed afterwards. This reality never ended. My Mistress held the keys, and all the power. It made some of the moments harder, but it made the hours and days more rewarding.

When I finally arrived at work, I felt as though my mind was already partially tenderized. I walked in, feeling very self-conscious just being there when no one would be expecting me. I hadn't fully realized how quiet the office would be. Most people now worked a schedule much like I did, in their home office set-ups on Fridays and Mondays, so the place felt a bit like a ghost town. Those who were there had also dressed down a bit, so my suit and tie made me stand out all the more.

I got myself a coffee and decided to hide away in my office. Immediately I noticed that my desk was a mess. The phone and keyboard had been pushed aside and papers that had been neatly organized were askew, with much actually strewn across the floor. It was confusing, as it felt targeted and malicious.

When I continued investigating, I found a pair of panties in my desk drawer. My face turned bright red and my head jerked around, trying to determine if anyone was watching me. Was this a prank? Had someone figured out that I was now wearing panties?

When I dared look at them again, it came to be that I recognized them. I knew that Jane had a pair like this. She had mentioned a date last night... and so I wondered if that date might have been with Alex, and that they might have actually been in my office. It seemed far-fetched, but perhaps not so much so, in my new life. Craig could have done something like plant a pair of panties in my office to tease me, but it didn't feel right that he would have also messed things up.

My heart was pounding. I couldn't just go through the day not knowing, so I decided to see if Jane would reply to a text.

"Are these yours, Mistress?" I asked.

She left the message unread for one of the longer hours of my life, but then finally did send a reply.

"Why yes, they are. If there were going to be rumours about your wife getting fucked by men in your office, I thought it would fun to make it true in every sense."

It was another sign of how my life and marriage had changed that this reply was a relief. Once the panic of thinking that someone that I didn't know knew my secrets started to fade, I could just sink into the knowledge that once again my wife was surrounding me with specifically chosen men whom she'd selected as lovers in my place.

I tried my best to work and, to a certain degree, I was successful. The quietness of the place led to very few interruptions. Even other people at work mostly assumed that I was working remotely, so they would email rather than stop by. The quiet lasted until noon, when I heard a light knock at my open door. I lifted my eyes to see Craig standing there, smiling.

"We don't usually see you around here on Fridays," he smiled. "Did you miss me already?"

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, just seeing how his face lit up, teasing me with what he knew.

"I had to come in to pick up my wife's car. She left it in the garage near here."

"Whose car?" he prodded me.

"My Mistress's car," I answered, correcting myself.

"Good girl," he said, making me squirm.

"Do you work in-office all five days?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, generally. It's not too far to come in, and I got tired of having to keep an office setup at home," he answered. "I like to keep my home feeling more personal, as you've seen. "Do you have any lunch plans?"

"No, not really," I answered.

"Good," he said. "Come with me."

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "I'm hungry."

"Okay," I answered.

The thing about having these people knew the truth about what I was keeping hidden is that it kept me feeling like I couldn't say no. I closed up the last email I'd been reviewing and got up to follow him out. He was friendly and cheerful, but didn't say anything out of the ordinary as we made our way to the elevators, travelled down to the lobby and then walked out onto the sidewalk.

"I had a fun idea for lunch, once I realized you were around," he said, then all of sudden paused and stopped at a mostly blank door.

For Your Eyes Only was one of those places on the street that I'd seen there forever, but seemed from another time. After all, who actually went to strip clubs in this day and age, especially for lunch. It seemed even stranger that Craig, a gay man, would choose this place, but perhaps he enjoyed the irony. Whatever his reasoning was, he didn't give me any opportunity to protest. He just pushed open the door and led us inside.

The entryway was dark. There was a very large man standing at a small desk lit only by a small lamp. Craig greeted him with a warm hello as we moved past and pushed through a heavy velvet curtain. The rest of the club was a bit brighter and featured a decor that included a lot of chrome and glass and neon. A dangerously curvy woman led us to a small table about 10 feet from the stage. I was in a bit of daze, so Craig took the lead and ordered us both drinks.

In a way, the place wasn't so dissimilar from the Hooters that I'd been to with Matt. It was just more open and honest about its intentions. Past that curtain, all the women were on display -- the women on the stage, the women circulating and offering up lap dances, and even the waitresses, in their tiny skirts and bikini tops.

I felt immediately uncomfortable. All the stimulation was teasing my trapped, making me ache painfully. A quick glance over at Craig revealed that he was thoroughly enjoying my predicament.

"Having fun?" he asked, barely containing a laugh.

"Why did you choose this place?" I asked. "I can't imagine that you like it here?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Just because I don't want to sleep with them doesn't mean that I don't find the ladies who work here delightful. They actually quite appreciate fans of their skills who aren't groping them. But it should be obvious why I chose this place. You can't fuck them either. You can't even get hard, I'm sure, trapped in that wicked device your Mistress locked onto you. You'll probably still get horny though, and in my experience, horny men make the best cocksuckers."

"You.. you want me to suck you again?"

"Oh, sweetheart. You've let me in on a closely guarded secret that your wife has taken control of your sex life while cuckolding you, and that she only allows you to be sexually active with other men, despite the fact that at one point you were a straight man. You've shown me that while you wear your proper suit, underneath you are pierced and inked, and dressed in panties, and I have seen first hand that, while you do all these things, you're still deathly afraid of the rest of the office finding out. If you didn't think that you were going to end up with my cock in your mouth whenever I want, you just weren't thinking ahead."

"Hey there, Craig," came a sweet voice from behind me. "Who's your friend?"

"Hi Elly," Craig answered warmly. "This is David, a friend of mine from work. David, this is Electra."

"Hello Electra," I answered.

I had to work to calm myself after turning my head and looking up at her. Electra was tall, and even taller on the 5-inch heels she was wearing. Long, thick blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a pink mesh dress that covered her as much as fishnet stockings would have. Underneath it she was wearing matching pink thong panties and something more like a string bikini than a bra that was assisting her very large and full breasts defy gravity.

"It's very nice to meet you, baby," she said, resting her hand on my shoulder and smiling widely. "Do you play for Craig's team too?"

Craig laughed out loud.

"Oh, David's life is much more complicated than that," he teased, then turned to me. "David, you can trust Electra. It's like talking to a priest, only better. The only thing is, she has to make a living, and if you would like her to stay and chat with us, you've got to pay her for her time."

"Of course," I stammered, and reached for my wallet.

Craig plucked the wallet out of my hands.

"Let me take care of this for you," he said.

He found two $20s, folded them in half and passed them to Electra.

"Thank you, lover," she purred, then moved in closer. "You've got to ease back a bit, sweetheart, if I'm going to fit in your lap."

I pushed my chair back and she immediately lowered herself down onto my lap, wrapping her arm around me. Her breasts pressed up against me just barely below my chin. Up close, she was even more beautiful and she glittered. She also radiated with an intoxicating flowery scent. The cage kept me so small that the ache I felt was from denial rather than from any direct pressure from her body against me.

"So tell me what's complicated, honey? Do you like boys or girls?" she asked.

I could see Craig's smile stretching from ear to ear.

"I... I like women," I answered, "but other than giving my wife oral sex, I'm not allowed to be with them."

"Not allowed? Now, this is getting interesting," she commented.

"You should know that his wife is now his Mistress, in the Dominatrix sense, not the cheating sense," Craig offered.

"Oh, this does sound fun. Tell me more!" Electra said, while squirming in my lap and starting to caress my chest through my shirt.

"She has made me wear a chastity device, so I can't do anything without her permission, and she's said that I won't get it anymore -- not with her or any other woman either. Ever."

"And you're okay with that, honey?"

"Yes, I am. In a way I've been wanting her to take control since the start. I love submitting to her, even if there are sacrifices. Making her happy feels better than anything."

"I hope so honey, but that's a lot. If you aren't allowed to have sex or -- I'm guessing -- even have fun on your own with a thing like that on, aren't you going to get all backed up?" she asked, sounding sweet for caring, but doing so while pressing her breasts against me wickedly.

"She... she lets me cum other ways."

"What other ways?" she asked, and I saw Craig smiling wide again.

"By being fucked myself. With toys, or by men."

"Wow. I don't know that I've met a man yet who would be ready to make that trade."

"He's selling it short," Craig chimed in. "It turns out he rather enjoys being taken by men, and he's also an excellent cocksucker."

I blushed, but Electra just giggled.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" she smiled, then leaned in so close that her lips brushed against my ear. "Your nipples are pierced, aren't they?"

Her hands kept caressing my chest. The closeness of her fantastically attractive body was making me ache and squirm. Her hands on me made me throb. It was sweet agony.

"They are," I answered.

"Normally around this point, I'd invite you to take me to one of the private rooms, but you're not going to be able to do much, are you, sweetheart?" she teased.

"I think that's a great idea," Craig chimed in. "He can't do much with you, but he can with me."

"Oh, look at that. So many good ideas," she purred, writhing on my lap. "It's only $100 to take a trip to a champagne room, and then you can show me just how good a cocksucker you really are. Do you want to make our friend Craig cum for me, baby? While I watch?"

"Yes please," I moaned.

"Then let's go," she said, and lifted herself up off of my lap.

She stood, smiled, and reached out to hold my hand. She led me across the room, up a set of metal stairs, and to a series of rooms off the corridor that overlooked the stage. Craig was right behind us. Craig, still holding my wallet, peeled off the cash and handed the bills to her as we entered one of the small rooms. It wasn't large, but there was a small leather sofa against one wall and a pole in the open space of the room. In the corner was a small table and a couple of folding chairs leaning against a wall.

Once we were all inside, the three of us, Electra closed the door. She turned to face us, standing where I was sure she normally worked -- the open space, in front of the pole, facing the sofa. This time, however, after peeling off her dress so that she wore just the tiny bits of clothing beneath it, she moved in between us and sat down, looking up at me expectantly.

Craig smiled wide, turned to me, and loosened his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, until they fell to the floor around his ankles. I could already see the outline of his cock through his tightly fitting briefs. My eyes darted quickly over to Electra, lingering just long enough to see her smiling as she perched on the edge of her seat, leaning forward.

I lowered myself to the floor, kneeling before Craig, and I felt the heat of excitement and exposure anew as my slightly trembling fingers reached the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. He cock popped free and I grasped it in both hands. As I felt the heat of him, my internal thrill grew. I could feel my confusing arousal, like a tingling inside. I could feel myself starting to leak, as though my body was giving up on erections and was finding new ways to express this pleasure.

Electra was an enthusiastic audience. She moaned and clapped and urged me on. She cheered when my pursed lips started to kiss at the glistening head, and cheered when I first took him inside my mouth. I could hear her and feel her moving, so close, but my eyes were pointed up at Craig, seeing his satisfied smile as he stiffened further in the wet warmth of my lips' embrace.

It was, in a sense, strange to have been exposed so little, compared to what was possible. Electra hadn't been shown my collar or my panties or the cage or the plug. She didn't know of the way I'd been marked with ink. All she saw -- all she was shown in that room -- was the sight of a man who had claimed to be straight rather urgently sucking the cock of another man. I wondered if there was always going to be that part of me that felt that this act was the most humiliating part. It was as if my mind was stuck between two generations. I had known and grew up around gay men, and I cared for those that I knew deeply. I had worked hard to purge my heart of prejudice, but there was still that nagging thought that for me, inside, kneeling and sucking on a mouthful of cock was emasculating. I shouldn't complain, I supposed, since I knew myself well enough by now to know that the humiliation and embarrassment was only turning me on more.

Craig seemed to enjoy having an audience, or perhaps he enjoyed me having one. Either way, he was hard and throbbing quickly. I found myself, as was seemingly more and more often the case, eager and hungry to taste cum in my mouth. I wanted to please him. I wanted to turn him on. I wanted to bring him to the kind of release I was no longer allowed. He was thick and full, where my orgasms all seemed to be leaking messes from an imprisoned cock. When he came, it was warm and thick and salty, and I felt his load spurt into me, hitting the back of my throat and coating my tongue.

I kept on stroking and sucking him, milking every bit of pleasure and every drop of cum. I licked him clean, then tucked him back into his underwear. Only after that, while I caught my breath, did I look over at Electra again. She was smiling wide, leaning against the back of the sofa now, with one hand in her panties and the other inside her top, rubbing at one of her stiffened nipples.

"Sugar, you may like women, but it's pretty clear you love men too," she purred.

"Thank you," I answered, not knowing what else to say.

"What did I tell you?" Craig said, getting himself dressed again. "He's a natural."

"Damn, that was hot," she said. "It's nice not having to be the performer for a moment or two as well. Thank you so much for such a great little break."

"It is my pleasure, quite literally," Craig said with a laugh, then pulled another $20 from my wallet to hand to her before handing it back to me.

"Come here, sweetheart," she said, and I paused for a moment, before being sure she was talking to me.

I moved close, still rather intimidated by her body and how little she was wearing. As soon as I was close enough, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her tightly. I felt her large, firm breasts pressed against my chest as he rose to her tiptoes and kissed me hard. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I could feel it exploring against mine. Her hands slipped down, with one grabbing my ass and the other pushing between us, pushing inside my pants. Her hand was warm as it wriggled inside my panties and found the caged nub of my imprisoned manhood.

She explored by touch as she kissed me, eventually cupping my balls in her hand and slowly closing her fingers. She kept tightening her grip until I could feel my balls throb. They felt so full and sensitive. I could feel my body tightening with the growing pain, and so could she, and she just kissed me deeper and squeezed harder. Finally the kiss broke as I gasped out loud with the pain. She didn't stop, but at least she didn't squeeze any harder. She just held me like that for a moment, my balls in her grip and her eyes locked onto my expression of anguish.

"Cum tastes good in your mouth, sugar," she said softly, "and being owned suits you. I'm glad you found what's right for you."

"Thank you," I gasped through the pulsing pain.

"Treat your Mistress well. Obey her. Please her."

"I will," I managed to reply.

"Good for you. I know you will," she smiled, and then finally released her grip. "I hope Craig brings you around again."

She picked up the wad of fabric that was her dress and blew a kiss to Craig before turning and striding out back into the noise of the club. Craig laughed out loud and led us back out, through the club, past the roaming waitresses and dancers, back out to the brightness of the street. My balls were still throbbing, feeling swollen and heavy, aching with every step I took. It felt like it was noticeably affecting my gait, but if Craig noticed, he didn't say a word. He was practically whistling as he walked, seeming so happy and satisfied with himself.

Only when we parted, getting off the elevator at our floor, after we said goodbye, did I realize that his cum was the only lunch I'd had. I was going to head to my office and hide the rest of the day in there, but I was so distracted by the throbbing pain that I decided to stop for a moment in the men's room. In the privacy of a toilet stall, I pulled down my pants and panties, just to have a look. It wasn't just my imagination. My balls were swollen and they looked so pathetic, with the ring of the chastity cage around the base of them. They looked puffy and full and maybe a bit blue as well. I was worried for a moment about my circulation, but I could still get a finger in between the ring and my skin. It was just from the abuse they'd taken... the abuse and the denial.

I wanted to cum so badly, just to ease those feelings, but I knew that wasn't going to happen, at least not anytime soon. My sissygasms were amazing experiences and, while they felt so incredibly intense, they just didn't seem to give me the relief that an uncaged orgasm did. There was nothing to do at that moment but tuck myself gently back into my panties and get dressed again. As I walked back to my desk, I thought about whether or not an icepack would help, but that mental image only made me feel more pathetic. The caged slave, denied and teased so badly that he had to sit and ice his balls, as though my cock was not already small-enough in its cage.

I remembered Richard's words to me. He was just taunting me, I'd thought, but maybe there was more to it. Would I really be better off without them? One little procedure, and that ache would likely never trouble me again. I could still go down on her just as well. I'd still be able to suck cock and be fucked with the same enthusiasm. There would just be no distracting pain. Hell, I wouldn't even need the cage anymore -- actually, without balls, I guess I wouldn't be able to, since they locked onto me around them. I shook my head, chastising myself for even thinking such things. It was crazy, wasn't it, to imagine so complacently giving up my manhood like that, but perhaps not. I was wearing panties and stockings and I was pierced and tattooed and collared. I was living my dream life, with more sexual adventure than I'd ever imagined was possible. Maybe my manhood hadn't really been doing me any good after all. Who would miss it?

Interlude

Jane tried to think at least somewhat rationally about her new plan. She wondered if there was much risk of young Jordan turning her into HR or something, but when she thought back to the ways she had occasionally seen him looking at her when he thought she wouldn't see, she mostly dismissed that concern. Maybe it wasn't right to think so, but she was confident in the idea that men like him didn't complain about attention from women like her. It seemed more likely that they might even fantasize about it.

Confidence and hunger made her feel impatient, so she simply created a meeting in her calendar for mid-morning, booked a small boardroom, and sent an invitation to his email. She didn't provide a meeting description, but she knew he'd accept without question, and probably not just because of her position above him in the corporate hierarchy.

When the time came, she strolled down to the meeting room -- she'd chosen one just a bit out of the way -- and got herself ready. She made sure her skirt was adjusted perfectly and she unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse. She sat on the same side of the table as the door, so she could extend her legs out and have them seen when he entered.

He seemed nervous, even gently knocking on the door before entering.

"Come in," she said, "but please close the door behind you."

That made him even more nervous. He closed the door and took a seat opposite her, across the table, and he looked like he was getting prepared to be fired.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Not at all," Jane said, smiling wide. "I just wanted to touch base with you. I know that you've done a bit of work on a couple of my projects, and I've heard good things. I've also seen you taking part in some of the after-work events and get-togethers, which I think is also such a great thing for you. I thought that, since you're becoming a bigger part of things, that it would be good if we got to know each other a bit better. Are you enjoying yourself here?"

"Oh, very much," he answered, visibly relaxing. "Everyone here has been so helpful and so welcoming. I'm really enjoying myself."

"That's wonderful. Now, I don't recall you bringing anyone along to any of the office's more formal functions. Would it be alright if I asked if you had a partner in your life? I don't see a ring, so I assume you're not married."

"No -- I mean yes -- it's fine that you asked, but no, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Things have been kind of busy so far, with work and getting settled here."

"You're from out of town?"

"Yes. I went to university here, but I mostly lived in residence and went back home for the summers. Now I actually have a real apartment. It's been kind of nice to finally afford to have a place like that, on my own, but it takes a bit of doing, getting it set up. I've hung out with some of the guys from work, but that hasn't translated into meeting anyone romantic quite yet."

"That's fine -- enjoy yourself. You're a handsome young man. You should be enjoying yourself."

"Thank you," he said, looking almost bashful. "It's okay."

"Okay? What do you mean?"

"It's just that... You don't have to say that."

"Say what?" she asked, leaning forwards. "That you're handsome?"

"Yes. It's okay."

"It's just the truth, Jordan. You're a very attractive young man. Surely I can't be the first to tell you that."

"No, maybe not. It's not like I was really popular in school or anything. Maybe I was just too busy, or too nervous. I just... I just haven't dated a lot. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking like this with you."

Jane rose out of her seat and walked around the table, slowly and with intention, knowing he was watching every move and motion. She sat down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You can talk to me any way you'd like, Jordan. I want you to feel comfortable with me. If you ever need to talk, you can always come to me."

"Thank you. I will. I guess that's one thing I really like about this place. It really does seem like a family," he said.

"Well, not too much like family, I hope," Jane smiled, her hand still resting on him. "I prefer that when handsome men look at me, they don't think of me as their sister or aunt."

It was almost cute the way her mention of herself in such a way made it impossible for him not to let his eyes dart over her body. She could see his eyes move to her cleavage and then dart away, terrified of being caught looking. She just looked at him directly, smiling slowly, letting him know that of course she'd seen his look, but that it was all okay.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked slowly, licking her lips.

"Oh my god, of course. You're so beautiful. They don't make women like you where I'm from."

"Oh that's so sweet," she said.

She turned his swivel chair to face hers, and she rested her hands on his knees.

"I like that you find me attractive, Jordan," she said. "I find you very attractive as well. I must say, I was a bit glad to hear that you don't have a serious girlfriend at the moment, selfishly."

"But... but you're married, aren't you? I mean, I know someone said that you were."

"Yes, Jordan. I have a husband. I don't worry about what he might think if something happened between us, but I would have felt bad if you did to me what I had imagined, and it turned out that it was hurting some sweet innocent girl."

"What you imagined?" he asked, feeling frozen in his chair.

"Oh yes, Jordan. I'm afraid that I have a rather active sexual imagination. You have strong-looking hands, perhaps even still a bit rough from doing real work, and I've wondered what they might feel like on my breasts."

"Oh, god."

"You have a good masculine face, with a strong jawline, but still your lips look full and soft. I'm betting those lips would feel good if you were kissing me... no matter where you were kissing me. Have you ever thought about kissing me, Jordan?"

"I'm not sure that I should say," he answered.

"Just tell me the truth," she said, her hands moving slowly up his thighs.

"Yes, of course I have. You're so stunning. Everyone knows it. I've thought about what it might be like to be with you more than once."

"To be with me? What do you mean by that, Jordan?"

"You know...."

"No, I don't. I don't want to guess. Tell me what you've thought about."

"I mean... kissing you and touching you. Being together."

"Are you trying to say that you've imagined fucking me, Jordan?"

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"You are, aren't you? It's okay. I want to know."

Her hands were up to mid-thigh now, and she could feel his muscles tensing.

"Yes, I have. I've fantasized about it. About having sex with you."

"That's good," Jane said, now speaking barely above a whisper. "I've thought about you fucking me too. I've imagined that a strong young man like you probably has a nice, impressive cock, and I've thought about what it would feel like inside me. How do you like to fuck, Jordan? Do you like to bend a girl over and take her from behind? Do you lay back and have her ride you, cowgirl-style?"

"Those all sound good."

"But when you imagined it, with me, what did you picture?"

"You really want me to say?"

"I really do," she said, her hands slowly inching higher.

"I imagined us standing up, and I was kissing you. I was holding you, moving my hands over you. I.. I had you turned so I was behind you. My hands were around you, on you."

"On my breasts?"

"Yes, on your breasts, holding them. I... I took your skirt off and... and we did it like that."

Jane stood, letting her hands slide back down Jordan't thighs. She turned on her heels and walked to the door of the meeting room. As she walked, she edged her jacket back off her shoulders and laid it across one the table. She unbuttoned her top and pulled it up out of her skirt. She stood against the solid wood door of the meeting room, then looked back at Jordan over her shoulder.

"Show me," she said.

"Are you serious?" he gasped.

"I really am," she answered.

She faced forward and listened to him stand and move over to her quickly. She moaned softly when she felt his hands come around her and cup her breasts through her bra. Just as she'd imagined, they were strong and firm.

"Is... is this okay?" he asked.

"Yes, it is. Do what you've dreamed of but just hurry, since I only booked the room for an hour," she answered.

That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Jane's skirt was too tight to pull up, so he found the side zipper and pulled it down, freeing it to fall to the floor. Jane kicked it aside. She could feel the bulge of his erection against her ass as he pulled her body back against his.

"Fuck me, Jordan. Fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me," Jane hissed.

He fumbled with his belt and freed himself from his pants and boxers. He let his hands slide over her ass just once before tugging her exquisite lace thong out of the way. Jane arched her back and pushed her ass towards him as he guided his cock to her. She was wet and ready for him, keeping her hands on the door as she bent forward and stepped her legs apart.

"Ohhhhhhhh wow," he moaned as she pushed inside her.

The setting and her instructions made it clear that this was to be a fast and urgent encounter but, as she had hoped, his youth and vigour meant that he was quick to harden but also gifted with endurance. She could feel him throw all this enthusiasm into this dream-come-true experience, roughly pawing at her body as he plunged furiously into her, again and again and again.

As she neared climax, even Jane began to worry about being discovered. She was lost in arousal, trying not to let her body's motions translate too much to the door, fearful that she might be literally shaking the walls of the place. Jordan was at least quiet, keeping his moans and grunts to a low rumble. She squeezed his cock tight inside her, giving as much pressure and sensation as she could, and the effort and feeling of it only raised her own level of arousal.

She felt herself losing control, realizing she was going to cum before did. She managed to use one hand to pull one of his up to her face, so she could muffle herself by sucking on two of his fingers. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she felt like she was soaking him as the waves crashed over her. Jordan just kept on going, driving forward, nearly lifting her high heels off the floor. She was so sensitized, feeling the multiple orgasms pummeling her senses, that the feeling of his stiffness inside her kept getting more intense.

At last he came, the height of his arousal causing him to thrust with even more intensity, burying himself fully inside her. They were both silent for a few moments, after he had finished. She just stood there, luxuriating in the awareness of his cock and cum inside her. He didn't even soften.

Jane took a long, slow, deep breath which seemed to trigger him to slide back out of her. He thoughtfully pulled her panties back into place, then leaded down to fetch her skirt for her. He was sweet and nervous again as he guided it up her legs and zipped it back onto her.

She turned to him, letting him see her body more clearly for just a moment or two, as she buttoned her top back up again, then tucked it back into the hem of her skirt. Again, acting as a gentleman, he went and fetched her jacket so she could put it back on. Once she was as put-together as she could be under the circumstances, she pulled him in close and kissed him thoroughly.

"I'm really very glad we did this. I'm so happy that I got to know you better," Jane said with a wide smile.

"So am I," Jordan replied. "I can't believe this just happened.

"It did, Jordan. I hope you'll come up with a few more fantasies about me. I'd like to see if we couldn't make those come true too," she said. "Now, why don't you wait here for a five minutes or so after I've gone. We don't want to start any gossip."

"Of course. Sure. And I won't tell anyone," he said.

"Do be discreet here at work, but I kind of hope you've got at least one best friend you might want to share this secret with. I'd like to know that you were bragging about this."

With that, she leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek before opening the door and slipping away. She couldn't quite believe that she'd been that daring. While she had no regrets, she also didn't look around as she made her way back to her office. She didn't know how she'd react if she saw that anyone around her had noticed.

She had meant it when she'd told Jordan she liked the idea of him bragging about fucking her. She was already looking forward to telling David all about it.