Rhoda adjusted her boobs to produce the best cleavage effect with her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her silk shirt, declaring to the world that she was not wearing any bra.
Her eyes darted from corner to corner—scanning the heavy oak door, the framed certificates on the wall, the small side table where a half-empty bottle of water now rested. her pulse thrumming in her ears like a warning drum.
Every shadow felt like an ambush waiting to spring. Her eyes swept over the office again and again, searching for clues, yet she still couldn’t quite place what he was truly about.
The sign outside mentioned a travel agency and flight bookings, but she knew how young men these days hid their real source of wealth behind something more ordinary.
Her gaze followed him as he paced around, talking in a hushed tone to the person at the other end of the line.
If not that he had been on the call before she came in, she heard him mention a large amount of money at intervals; she would have suspected he was talking to someone she knew because of how quietly he spoke into the phone.
Even if they had met by chance somewhere neutral and he had asked her out, she knew she would have struggled to say no. he was striking, far more charming and undeniably more attractive than her lover, Frank.
He stood tall, easily six feet, with an athletic and powerful build, broad shoulders tapering down to a lean waist. His arms were a standout, toned, veined and strong, and there was something in the way he carried himself.
After what seemed like eternity, Harry finished with the telephone call and returned with a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, his movements smooth, almost too casual. He set it in front of Rhoda with a soft thud.
Rhoda snatched it, twisted the cap off with more force than necessary, and gulped several long swallows. The cool liquid did nothing to quench the fire of distrust burning in her chest.
She hated being here. Hated the way her body still remembered the last time, how she had passed out from the sheer intensity of Harry and his two friends taking turns on her, their hands and cocks relentless, until the world had gone black.
They had called for help, yes, but then they had vanished like smoke, leaving her to wake up alone and sore in a hospital bed.
Only Jessica’s threat had dragged her back into this viper’s nest. “One more deal,” And now she had come—because secrets were heavy, and Jessica’s grip on them was tighter than any rope.
Rhoda cupped her hands underneath her breast and bounced them up and down. They jiggled a little and then came to rest inside her dress, straining to get out. She did it more like she was adjusting her clothes to see his reaction.
At that moment, Harry was lost; he didn’t even know when he licked his lips. His eyes were glued to her chest like she was a piece of meat.
She deliberately glanced at his dick region and made sure he saw her do that, keeping her legs crossed, giving a huge part of her thigh for him to behold.
She thought of Frank, and the familiar knife of guilt twisted deeper. She was cheating on him again. Again! She was tired of the lies, of the double life, of the way Jessica dangled her mistakes like a noose.
Maybe she should just come clean. Walk in tonight, look Frank in the eye, and confess everything: the wild night with Harry and his friends, the money, the hospital experience, about Fred, the shame. Maybe then she would finally be free from this bondage.
Harry moved behind her chair. His large, warm hands settled on her shoulders and began a slow, gentle massage. Thumbs pressing into the tight knots at the base of her neck, fingers kneading the tension from her traps.
Against her will, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The touch was soothing, almost tender, nothing like the brutal claiming of last time. She hated how good it felt. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything. This was business. Strictly business.
But doubt gnawed at her. Why her? Why was Harry willing to pay such an obscene amount of money just to have her again?
It reeked of a setup. What if someone was pulling the strings behind, someone who knew her secrets? Someone like Frank? The thought sent an icy shiver racing down her spine.
She needed the cash desperately; her business was at a tipping point, one big push away from the next level. Frank had been so distant lately, always busy, always with excuses whenever she asked to see him.
She had planned a proper evening together, just the two of them, but here she was instead, letting another man touch her.
She shrugged her shoulders sharply, dislodging his hands. “Can we just get on with it?” Her voice came out tighter than she intended, edged with the confusion she didn’t want to name.
She was beginning to feel something dangerous, something that blurred the line between transaction and desire. The first time had been raw, filthy, almost animal. This time, alone with him in the quiet office, her mind kept wandering into softer, more treacherous territory.
Harry’s hands lingered a second longer before he pulled away. Without a word, he snatched his phone and car keys from the desk.
“Where are you going?” Rhoda asked, eyes narrowing.
“Let’s go somewhere cooler and more private.”
“No.” Her tone was steel. “We stay here.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Come on, Rhoda. This is my office. Someone could walk in any minute.”
“Here,” she repeated, “You will lock the door, and we will stay here, or we can cancel the whole thing and reschedule.” Rhoda shifted in the chair, adjusting her handbag on her lap as though preparing to stand and walk out.
Her heart pounded. She wasn’t taking any chances, not after last time. She would not follow him anywhere. Not to some “cool” location where she could pass out again.
Harry studied her for a long moment, a flicker of irritation crossing his handsome face. Then he set the keys and phone back down with a resigned sigh.
Rhoda rose slowly from the chair and moved closer to him, closing the distance until she could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the heat of his body. Her eyes locked onto his, defiant, searching for any sign of deceit.
The air between them thickened, charged with suspicion, reluctant attraction, and the heavy weight of all the secrets she carried. Rhoda stopped just inches away, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.
“Lock the door, Harry.” Her pulse raced. Part of her wanted to stop. Another, darker part, the part that had once lost control so completely, wondered how far this would go.
And in the back of her mind, Frank’s face hovered like a ghost, watching her betray him one more time.
She kept her eye contact with him as she opened her buttons slowly to expose her naked tits until she had her full breasts on display for him to use as he pleased. Harry’s mouth fell open; immediately, he grabbed her breasts and moved his mouth to one of them, playing with it with his tongue as though he had never seen a pair of a woman’s breasts before.
Rhoda asked him if he liked them, and he replied with grunts and growls. She felt her pussy dampening further as she imagined what it was going to feel like having his huge cock inside of her again.
Of the three of them that had fucked her that day, Harry had the largest cock, and it was he who had fucked her the most.
Only that, then, it had seemed like torture, but now she wanted to enjoy every bit of the moment.
She pulled him along with her until her leg brushed the edge of the chair, then she rolled her skirt up to her belly, before she sank back into the chair, leaning back onto the chair.
At the same time, she raised her legs up and kept them on his shoulders, spreading them wide as she could.
Harry asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this in his office, and the question got Rhoda annoyed, like would she be sitting with her legs spread wide, her naked dripping pussy opened to him if she didn’t want him to fuck her brains out.
“Can you just shut up and fuck me?” She yelled
Immediately, Harry kicked off his shoes, he fiddled with his belt, undid his zippers and slid his trousers off; his huge, hard dick sprang free. He lifted her from the chair and positioned her on the desk.
Then she pulled him on top of herself, allowing him to lean over her as she kissed him passionately. While her hands stroked his stiff, engorged cock. Harry growled in approval.
He adjusted himself so he could rub his cock on the soaked wet flesh around her opening; Rhoda looked deep into his eyes and held his eyes captive with her piercing gaze, as he rubbed his cock over her slit, his second hand squeezing and fondling her boobs graciously.
Rhoda allowed herself to be carried away and put aside thoughts of Frank and Jessica. And every other thought. She gripped his erection and moved her hips, allowing the head of his penis to slip inside.
She didn’t stop there; she wanted all of him in her at once, so she quickly grasped his buttocks, forcing his full length all the way into her eager pussy.
Harry let out a sigh as their hips rocked together in what seemed like the best sexual unity.
The familiar stretch made her juices flow more.
As Harry eased his thick, hard cock in, deep down into Rhoda’s warm, wet pussy until she gasped. She wrapped her long legs around him, urging him to begin slowly pumping his erection in and out of her canal slowly, a bit at a time and on each entry, she tried to tease his cock with her vagina.
Her nails dug into his ass cheeks, arching her back; he had his hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples.
Harry continued to switch his thrusts; he went in with several shallow pumps followed by an equal number of deep ones. Soon, Rhoda was moaning loudly, she was screaming in pleasure, bucking her hips to take him all in on his deep thrusts and groaning on the shallow thrusts.
Her hands raked his back, making him arch upwards, thrusting deep into her. Harry had one hand around her throat as he pumped his solid dick hard into her vagina. She sighed, moaned and screamed as a wave of orgasm hit her wet pussy.
Her thighs clenched around his waist, and her cumming pussy throbbed on his digging penis.
Harry growled as he pumped harder several more times, his balls slapping her ass on each entry until he arched his back, his fingers digging into her thighs as his semen surged from his cock.
She felt the warm sensation of his spurting liquid in her pussy.
Written by Tito
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