It happened to me a little over three years ago. I then went to work in another firm. It was a long way from home, but everything was compensated by a fairly decent income.

And at this job, after 3 or 4 months, how I got to work there, I somehow went to my boss with some papers, and he asked me - well, how do you like working with us? Yes, I answer him. Well, he says, it's good that you like it and come close to me. You, too, as an employee, are quite happy with us, and starts to unbutton the buttons on my blouse.

I do not know what to do, what to say, my mouth opened, confusion in my eyes, but he, without haste, unbuttoned all the buttons and pulled down the bra, so that the boobs from the cups got. I stroked my nipples first with one hand, then with two at once, and pushed me to the table, go and say, lie down. What he allows himself, I can not, I do not want flashed through my head. I pushed his hands away and tried to fix the bra. But he took my hands with force and put them down. Then he turned his back to him, picked up my blouse unbuttoned, undid the hooks on his bra.

I tried to break free, but he held me tight and, despite all my attempts to prevent him, he managed to remove my blouse with my bra. I was naked in his arms to his waist, anger and shame filled me, I felt that I was blushing, which is called to the ears. And again, he pushed me harder on the table and I almost fell on his chest. Do not be stubborn, he said, and, as it seemed to me, slowly, pulled up my skirt, then, also slowly, pulled off my pantyhose along with shorts. I was scared. I thought - well, that's it, right now ... but he was in no hurry. He patted me on the bottom, put his hand between my legs and said that I like it when my woman has shaved everything between my legs. (And my husband himself shaves everything clean - armpits, legs, and between but)

from these words I jerked, tried to get up, but he did not give, pressed to the table with his hand, started one of my legs between my legs, slightly spread my legs, and immediately set my other foot between my legs. I pushed them even more, I heard how the zipper on his pants was unbuttoned and I pushed the member into my pussy. I tried again to rise from the table, but again he did not let me do it, but he himself squeezes his lips harder and harder on the pussy lips. Aaaaa, involuntarily burst from me when I felt that the member spread her lips and plunges into me. And then suddenly I stopped understanding what was happening to me.

I felt that this slight violence against me and treating me as a whore made me incredibly excited. It suddenly seemed to me - I see myself from the side. This has not happened to me yet. I am married, giving birth, far from a girl, for everybody a perfectly decent woman, lying bare-chested on a table with her skirt upraised, with legs spread apart, no panties, and the one who stands behind, leads me confidently into the category of slut. For him, I'm just another bitch. This and the way he treats me, excited me more and more. And what if someone glances, all the same somehow everyone will find out about it, thoughts rushed from me.

Excitement from his position and from these thoughts was growing like an avalanche, and as soon as the chief's member fully entered me, a shiver ran through my body, I was overwhelmed with heat, and barely someone else's belly touched my butt, as I unexpectedly for myself, with a muffled moan immediately finished. The boss clearly noticed this, he grunted enough, grabbed my hips and began to fuck slowly at first, gradually increasing the pace and strength of the jolts. He pushed his cock into me, and I was already catching his movements, after each ringing slap in my ass cupped and squished, I barely restrained myself not to moan into her voice, through linked teeth making some strange sounds, and very soon finished again . And then he filled me with sperm.

He pulled out his dick, fastened his pants and walked away, leaving me in a completely indescribable condition.Kayf from this sex was such that I just slipped from the table and sat on the floor. I did not want to look at him. I reached for my tangled pantyhose, took out my pants and wiped them between my legs. Then she got up, collected her clothes and, also, not looking at him, dressed, not wearing her panties. And you are a woman, I heard. Not a word, not a word, I took a clean sheet of paper, wrapped my crumpled underwear in it and left. Almost ran down the hall to the toilet.

There, I somehow put myself in order. The remaining two hours of work, I could not think of anything else. Well, at least until I reached home, I calmed down. Then my husband arrived, and everything was as usual. Only at night, when two thoughts went to bed in my head - I betrayed my husband, but the other interrupted her - without a ceremony, I was stripped like a whore, stripped, placed on the table and fucked right at work. And the most disgusting thing is that all this gave me just a wild pleasure.

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