Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: Offering Me Her Holes — Part 2
She began moving her own body up and down the table ever so slightly, matching my thrusts and quickening the pace. She mewed like a porn star, offering constant encouragement for me to go faster and harder.
One week passed since I left Sasha with a busted ass and while we still worked together, we acted as if nothing had happened. Sasha and I only saw each other twice, in meetings, and we both acted naturally. Everything returned to normal so quickly that I began to wonder if I had dreamed up our anal encounter.
But no, it wasn’t a dream. I still had Sasha’s panties tucked away in the bottom drawer of my desk. I inspected them several times a day, even though they caused a noticeable bulge in my pants. The flimsy thong had a slight stain between the legs, a permanent reminder of how wet Sasha had been just before she begged me to fuck her ass.
On Friday, Sasha, who notoriously stuck to a strict wardrobe, wearing only pants, showed up in a skirt. It was about as unsexy as a knee-length skirt could be, but on Sasha, it just worked. Her calves were covered in sheer, white pantyhose, robbing the guys in the office of a chance to see some skin. But the watercooler chatter nonetheless revolved around the noticeable change in routine.
Just when I was about to call it a day and get home to my family, early, a message from Sasha popped on my screen.
“You there?”
“Was just about to leave.”
“What do you think about my outfit today?”
“I’m hesitant to put what I thought about it in writing.”
“Maybe you can tell me in person? After all, I wore it for you.”
My heart started racing and I was secretly hoping she would propose another encounter.
“That can be arranged. What do you have in mind?”
“Come by my office in one hour. Everyone should be gone by then, so no one will overhear you telling me what you think of my outfit.”
Well, fuck. The next hour went by painfully slow. My cock was semi-erect and begging to be touched, but I managed to show restraint. People in the office slowly and steadily left, with the last one being my manager. He was impressed that I was working late on a Friday, but the reality was I had barely accomplished anything all day.
When everyone was gone, I took the elevator and went to Sasha’s floor. It was as deserted as mine. The light was on in her office and the door was open. I approached quietly and prepared to knock on the doorframe, and was crestfallen to see her standing by her desk in a trench coat as if she was preparing to leave. Her back was turned as she fiddled with her phone.
“You look like you’re headed out,” I commented, trying to figure out her intentions.
“Why, what did you think was going to happen?” she teased. “I told you last week was a one-time thing.”
“I remember that, and was prepared to accept it, but after you invited me here, I thought you might have changed your mind.”
“Sorry, Brett. I thought I had made it clear, I just wanted your opinion of my outfit.”
There was an awkward pause. This is not at all what I had envisioned. I considered myself fortunate that she had chosen me for her insalubrious affair, but I didn’t want to be led on and flirted with if there would be no future payoff.
“You mean the outfit that turned all the heads today? The guys were infatuated with you.”
“Actually, no. Not that outfit. This one.”
With that, Sasha untied the belt on her trench coat and pulled it open, revealing a set of white lingerie that would make any man blush. Her white pantyhose were still on, connected to a lacy, floral garter belt that hugged her toned midsection closely. A sheer bra with a matching floral pattern pressed her perky breasts together and upward, showing off as much cleavage as could be expected, given their size. The set was rounded out with panties that matched everything else.
Sasha let the coat fall from her shoulders, and she turned away from me, kicking it to the wall. This revealed that the panties were in fact a thong, perfectly framing her perfect ass.
“Well, I can only admire the way you dressed for me,” I smirked, doing my best to stay cool.
“Actually, this outfit isn’t for you. It’s for Michael. I picked it out for our wedding night. After last week, I know that I can trust you and even if the girl in the shop said I looked amazing, I trust your perspective more.”
I felt so bad for her husband. He was being cucked and didn’t even know it. How many straight men get to offer their thoughts on a co-worker’s wedding night lingerie? And how many men get to see it modeled by the bride before her husband?
“Well, she was right,” I said. “But come closer. I think something’s wrong,” I said.
“Where? What’s wrong?” Sasha asked, looking down at herself.
She took two steps closer so that her knees were almost touching mine.
“You still trust me, right?” I asked, running my hand up the front of her leg.
Sasha nodded, suddenly shy. I slid my finger under the straps connecting her pantyhose to the garter belt and pulled them gently.
“You’ve put these on over your panties. Michael would have a hard time removing all of this in order to get to his prize.”
I let my hands linger on her thighs. Her breath deepened.
“What if he wants to take his time with it?” she asked.
“Then he can take his time. Doing it my way allows him the option, at least. Here, look.”
I unclipped the straps from her stockings, letting them dangle by her sides. Then, looking up to her for permission, I pulled her thong down to her knees. Her glistening juices clinged to the fabric of the thong and I could smell the scent of her arousal. With the panties by her knees, I reattached the straps and slid myself back to inspect.
“I can’t tell you how good you look just like that. It’s even hotter without the panties at all. Let’s try.”
Sasha’s smile suggested that she was okay with it. She closed her legs and let the panties fall to the floor. She smiled and then came close to me, putting her hand on my head and interlacing her fingers in my hair, almost in a loving manner, but I suspected a carnal intent.
From that point on, we were fully in sync. I shifted my chair towards the desk as she made a little space and sat her pert ass up on the ledge. She raised her left leg and planted her foot on the desk, while her right foot braced itself on the arm of my chair.
I kissed my way from the inside of her knee to her liquid center, teasing her clit with my nose first, before I dove right in. She gasped an encouraging sound, inviting me to proceed. I’ve always loved eating pussy, and I like to think I’m good at it so I put my lips over her slit and ran my tongue up toward the clit, lingering there for a second, then back down the other side, tracing her labia, followed by a quick dash across her sopping hole. Then I traced up from her hole to her clit, followed by a long, back-and-forth across her clit twice. At this point, Sasha’s legs started shaking, so I crossed her clit one more time, driving the point home.
Delving toward her hole, I penetrated her for the first time, as deep as my tongue could get. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me tight. I was definitely going to need to pick up some mouthwash on the way home. I licked her and lapped her juices for a few minutes, before moving my hand under her ass so that my forefinger wedged between her cheeks and my thumb nestled ominously at the entrance to her vagina.
“Can I…” I wanted to ask for permission but was immediately cut as Sasha pulled my hair tight and yanked my face back into her pussy. I took that as a yes.
My thumb slid in her pussy easily, a result of the excellent work I’d provided so far. She was close to orgasm, but I hadn’t executed my best move yet. I circled her clit twice then put my lips around her clit and sucked it in, lashing it hard, left and right, up and down, relentlessly.
Sasha was moaning uncontrollably and her grip on my scalp was borderline painful. I’m sure she had pulled out some hair, but I always loved that. It meant I was doing things right. Her hips were violently rocking up off the edge of the desk, humping my face with abandon as she got closer.
“Oh my god!” she screamed as I sucked her clit inside my mouth one last time and my thumb continued pumping as deep as it could go, pushing and pulling against the slick suction of Sasha’s spasming cunt.
Then, in an instant, my mouth was flooded. I backed off, but replaced my lips with my left hand, which vigorously rubbed her clit through the duration of her orgasm. Her squirt shot all over the floor between us but also splattered my pants and dripped off my chin.
“Sasha, you have to let me fuck you,” I said as I stood and unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock.
She nodded breathlessly, opening her legs wider for me. Her breasts heaved in the lace bra she had reserved for her wedding night. Her nipples stuck out like two solid marbles, begging to be touched.
“Fuck! Go ahead, do it,” she finally got out.
I found her pussy to be warm and welcoming. My thumb and tongue had loosened her up well enough for me to slide in right to the hilt on my first thrust.
“Oh… God!” she grunted as my cock invaded her depths.
Her pussy felt as good as it tasted, latching onto my shaft. Fucking Sasha was like fucking an eighteen-year-old again.
She began moving her own body up and down the desk ever so slightly, matching my thrusts and quickening the pace. She mewed like a porn star, offering constant encouragement for me to go faster and harder. I pulled her legs up so that her calves were resting on my shoulders, then went up on my toes to push my cock down into her.
Sasha kept one hand on the edge of the desk to keep her in place, but the other one popped a breast out of her bra and started pinching at a nipple. I wrapped my right arm around her legs and pulled them together and tight against my chest, while my left arm repeated her efforts on her left breast. I pulled down the lacy cup and started massaging her bud between my thumb and forefinger.
“I’m almost there,” she moaned.
I upped the pace just a little and pushed Sasha over the edge. She released her breast to clench onto my forearm, holding herself in place as I pumped her through her second orgasm. Her calves grazed against the sides of my neck and her ass nuzzled against my thighs. Her pussy held my dick tight, trying to coax the cum out of my balls.
“God! You’re incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like this before,” Sasha said as she came out of her trance.
“Thank you, Sasha, but tell me… can I fuck you in the ass again?“
She smiled as if she had been expecting it.
“I was wondering if you’d ask that. Yes, you can.”
I slowly pulled out of her juicy cunt, and was presented with a lovely sight. Her hole gaped slightly for a second or two before it started clenching at mid-air, missing the feeling of being full.
Lowering my aim, I found Sasha’s welcoming anus. It was still a bit of a challenge getting in, though. Her sphincter still offered a lot of resistance as my insistent cock pushed forward. It was such an amazing image, watching it give way and quickly close around my head.
“Oohhh… Fuck!” Sasha emitted.
Her hand came up and pressed against my midsection, apparently trying to slow my speed. I removed them.
“I’ll go slowly, but I want you to play with yourself as I fuck your ass.”
I would have thought it difficult to make a girl blush while you’re dick is buried in her asshole, but somehow Sasha turned red at this suggestion. It’s amazing how sweet she was generally, and with everyone else, while she could be such a wanton slut with me. I encouraged her by moving her hand to her pussy, then guided her fingers over her clit. I matched the pace of her strokes with my own, pushing deeper inside her rectum each time.
“Is that good, Sasha? Do you like the feeling of my cock in your asshole?”
“God, yes! I can’t believe how much I love it!”
Her voice was staggered with intermittent sharp breaths, which arose with each thrust I gave her ass.
She was so tight, and the taboo nature of it all only added to my stimulation so I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I found the backs of her knees and pushed them toward her chest, further exposing her pussy and ass to me, and changing the angle of my thrust. I was determined to find her G-spot from the backside and judging by her louder and louder moans, that shift seemed to do the trick and she was going for the ultimate climax.
“I’m almost there, Sasha. Where do you want it?”
She could barely get a word out. Her mouth hung slack as I rocked her through her third orgasm.
“W… w… where ever you want!” she screamed, overcome with lust.
I pulled out of her ass, and she responded with a disappointed growl. I had temporarily stalled her progress toward orgasm, but I was only delaying the inevitable as I guided my thick erection back into her pussy and started going at it hard.
“I’m going to cum inside your pussy, Sasha. What would your husband say?”
She groaned, apparently welcoming the dissolution of yet another barrier. Her pussy welcomed me openly and immediately sucked the cum right out of my balls. I felt like a firehose spraying inside a burning house. I held her in place by grasping her left shoulder, my elbow collapsing on top of her chest. It matched, and perhaps exceeded, the experience from last Friday.
We both remained like that, silent and unmoving for a minute or so. It took that long to catch our breath. Once I had recovered, I sat back in my chair, my cock oozing out of her with an audible squish. As I moved back, Sasha grabbed my tie and used it as leverage to raise herself. She then collapsed onto my lap, sitting side-saddle on my knee. She draped her arm around my neck and planted her lips directly on mine.
We engaged in a passionate kiss for God knows how long. Our tongues tickled one another. Our lips and teeth sucked and nibbled. My hands explored her breasts over her bra. We were both drained from what had just occurred but wanted to make the most of what we had. Only after my lips started to burn did I break it off.
“What is happening here, Brett?” she asked.
“I’m not really sure how to explain it,” I answered. “It feels magical, right?”
“Right,” she said after a small pause.
“Sasha, please don’t take this the wrong way, Sasha, but I love my wife, and I would never leave her.”
“Thank God. I feel the same way,” she answered. “I love my husband, and I don’t want that to end.”
“So can we try to keep this going on the side?”
“I don’t know. Do you want that?” she asked, almost begging me to keep going.
“With you on my lap and the mess we made all over the floor…and my suit…No, I don’t want this to end.”
Sasha let her hand fall to my chest and rubbed it softly.
“That’s what I want, too. I don’t know how long I want this to last, and whatever decision I make I do with the utmost respect for you, but I do know that I don’t want this to be the last time.”
My hand was exploring her soft hips, stroking her in a comforting manner. My other hand came up and grabbed her shoulder, holding her in a half hug.
“Then let’s go for it. Maybe next week we can lay out some ground rules to prevent it from blowing up in our faces.”
“You know I’m good at coming up with a plan,” she said, referring to her reputation in the office. “I’ll think about it this weekend, and we can meet next week to bring our ideas to the table.”
I let her go, insinuating that it was time to get up. She took the hint and rose to her feet. I admired her body once more. Utter perfection. I was lucky to have had this opportunity, even if it risked my future. She looked around for her panties, but I was once again too quick for her.
“I promise he’ll prefer the look without these,” I said, shaking my head and stuffed her panties into my pocket with a mischievous grin.
“Looks like you’re the one who needs to hide a mess tonight,” she said, gesturing toward my pants.
Indeed, her squirt had drenched my pants from my knees to my thighs. There was noticeable wrinkling in my shirt where she had clutched me earlier, and I’m sure my hair was a mess.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll figure something out,” I said and zipped myself back up.
Sasha gave me a long, sensual kiss, then pushed me away. I headed for the door, wondering how I would ever be able to make this work.
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