“Esan,” Joyce whispered, her voice trembling, but he didn’t stop. Her knees wobbled and her clit pulsed. Esan’s fingers moved ruthlessly, his mouth sucking and biting at her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. Joyce’s head fell back, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if to fuse him to her.
The office was silent except for their ragged breaths and the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her. She was already spiralling, her body responding to his touch with a ferocity that surprised even her. She was so horny she felt like she would die if his cock wasn’t rocketing into her pussy.
Before she could catch her breath, Esan stood, he yanked his pants down along with his briefs to release his giant supercharged throbbing dick, already dripping with precum. Joyce’s eyes widened, with that look on her face that said wow!
She had seen several dick sizes, but Esan’s monster cock was by far one of the thickest she had come across. Joyce grabbed his cock and stroked it for a while, her mind racing at the thought of what his tool would do to her pussy when it found its way between her legs.
Esan didn’t allow her imagine for too long. His hands connected with her ass with great force as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall. Joyce growled as his efforts sent electricity through her belly and between her legs.
Her skirt bunched around her waist, she quickly wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back as she slid her panties aside, allowing him to push his dick into her cunt. Joyce gasped as soon as she felt the first pulse of his cock inside her, “Wait—ahhh…easy.”
His size stretched her insides, and she quickly opened her thighs wider to accommodate him. Joyce’s hand flew to her mouth to muffle her moans as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Esan thrusts deeper into her and then holds himself inside her, no movement, no push or pull. Everything became still.
“So tight…” he groaned, sinking his full length completely inside her. Then he began to move his hip slowly, thrusting into her gently.
“Harder,” Joyce begged, her voice muffled against her palm. “Fuck me harder, Esan.”
He growled in response as he drove into her with force. He began slamming his cock into her quivering pussy with firm thrusts, increasing his pace with each thrust. Joyce couldn’t hold it anymore; she moaned aloud unconsciously, and then she threw her hand over her mouth again as soon as she remembered where they were.
Their world had narrowed to the space between their bodies and the desperate way their bodies brushed against each other’s with every thrust.
Esan’s hands gripped Joyce’s ass, his fingers digging into her soft butt flesh as he moved with fierce speed, his hips driving into her with a force that bordered on recklessness. Her legs wrapped tight around him, anchoring her to him as if afraid he might slip away.
But even as their body screamed for release, Esan’s mind fractured, and his mind wandered. Amid the chaos of their passion, thoughts of Ann crept in, uninvited and unwelcome. What if this was another set-up—God, what was he doing with a married woman? This was happening in the same office, just a few rooms away from Ann’s office, what if someone was at the other side of the door listening to them? What if he was getting himself into something far worse than what he already had with Ann?
With a sudden burst of strength, Joyce pushed against Esan’s chest, her hands firm as she guided him toward the couch in her office. He stumbled slightly, his balance thrown off by the unexpected movement, but she didn’t let him go. Instead, she followed him down, her body still locked with his, their connection unbroken even as they fell.
The couch creaked beneath them, yielding to their weight.
With a sudden urgency, Esan pushed Joyce flat on the couch, yanking her panties off in one swift move. Esan positioned himself at the edge of the couch, balancing himself between Joyce’s thighs, his tip brushing from her clitoris down to her creamy pussy lips. Without wasting time, he went straight into the business of the day and pushed his stiff cock slowly into her wet cunt.
His hardness filled her completely. She gasped, Esan growled, as he began to thrust quickly, his movements wild and desperate.
The risk of being heard only heightened the thrill. “Yes… yes, Esan!” Joyce cried out.
The office filled with gasps and moans. Esan was driving into Joyce harder and faster now, his hands gripped her hips tighter as he thrust into her soaking pussy, each thrust making her cry out.
Esan continued his aggressive onslaught on her vagina. She loved the feeling; she wanted him to destroy her pussy with his thick man meat. Her heart slammed inside her chest, and she had to blink a few times to soothe her dizzying senses.
Esan was giving her pleasure she had never felt before. Everything was almost too much for her; the slightest movement tore through her.
“God, you’re amazing,” Esan panted. His groans grow deeper, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Yesss… Esan, right there!” Joyce cried out as Esan gripped her hair, pummeling her.
Esan growled, pounding faster now. “You’re clenching… you’re close!”
Joyce’s body convulsed beneath him, her hips rose to meet Evans’s thrusts with desperate need. “Ohhh God! I’m… I’m coming!” she cried, her voice muffled. Her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her thighs tightening around.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Ahhh, Esan—” she gasped as waves of pleasure ripped through her, her body shuddering violently.
Her walls clenched down hard on Esan’s cock, milking him as she cried out uncontrollably. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the sofa as her orgasm washed over her.
Esan didn’t stop; he didn’t even give her enough time to come down from her high. He shifted her position, turning her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, her ass in the air. Joyce braced herself on her elbows and knees, her back arching as she presented herself to him.
His left hand gripped her hips tightly while his right hand guided his cock as he thrust into her, feeling her pussy clench around his dick. It was like coming home, as he slid into her again, pulling her back against him, he pushed his hips forward slowly, increasing his pace with each thrust until his thrusts became frantic, almost savage.
Joyce cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. Her body trembled as he pounded into her. Joyce thrust back against him, trying to match his hips, her soft ass shook recklessly.
Joyce’s hands clenched into fists, her nails dug into the couch, as she met his thrusts, her body moving in perfect sync with his
Joyce could do nothing but enjoy it. And that she did. She wasn’t thinking of the risk of being heard; the fact that she was married blurred from her mind. Esan on the other hand had forgotten everything about Ann; he was fucking Joyce so hard her nipples burned in hot ecstasy as he drove her body.
Her pussy gulped up every inch of his powerful cock. And her breath came in short rasps.
Esan’s thrusts grew more urgent; he leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, his fingers pinched at her bare nipples, and kneaded her exposed tits with eagerness. his movements were powered by a desperation that mirrored the ticking clock counting down their time together.
Joyce’s moans mingled with his, but Esan was relentless, his pace unyielding, as if he were trying to imprint himself into her memory, to leave her with something tangible to hold onto when he was gone.
Joyce’s head fell forward. Esan could feel her; he could sense the tension building within her, and he knew she was close again. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered her name, the sound thick with emotion.
His hands tightened on her hips, his fingers leaving bruises as he held her firmly in place, his body driving into her with a force that left them both breathless.
And then, with a cry that was almost a sob, Joyce shattered her body, convulsing again as she came apart around him.
“Fuck! I can’t hold it,” Esan grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy. He buried himself deep, with a guttural moan as he spilled inside her, his release a fierce, overwhelming wave that left him trembling. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the couch, their bodies still joined, and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. As they both caught their breath
For a long moment, the room was filled only with heavy breathing and the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Esan fell back on the couch, spent and exhausted.
Joyce rolled beside him when she finally came back down to earth, her chest heaving, her body trembling, though her eyes still burned with desire, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm.
As their breaths slowed and their bodies stilled, Esan pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. There were no words, no explanations needed—their encounter had said it all. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
She met his gaze, her expression softening just enough to convey a silent gratitude. In that quiet moment, the weight of their encounter lifted, leaving behind a sense of resolution.
Esan, however, slowly gathered himself and began to put on his clothes. That afternoon marked a turning point, solidifying the bond between Joyce and Esan. Over time, they no longer bothered to conceal their relationship at work.
It was obvious to everyone that there was undeniable chemistry between them. They practically did everything together, and though colleagues gossiped endlessly at first, eventually the chatter wore itself out.
Everyone knew Joyce was married and that her husband lived abroad. Some spoke harshly about her affair with Esan and called her all sorts of derogatory names behind her, while others chose to mind their own business, left her to face whatever consequences that might come from her affair with Esan.
A few even speculated that Esan was only using her as a means to get back at Ann.
Ann wasn’t blind. She saw the way Joyce hovered, the warmth in Esan’s eyes when he smiled at her, the quiet comfort they shared in corners. It boiled Ann’s blood.
She knew Joyce too well. They had both clawed through the same streets once, hustling for survival before Joyce married into wealth.
And Ann knew Joyce’s kind of hunger—restless, unsatisfied, quick to find comfort in the arms of younger men as her husband’s absence stretched too long.
To watch Joyce make Esan comfortable, to see him shielded from her wrath by Joyce’s affection, was unbearable. Worse still was the flicker of jealousy she couldn’t smother.
Ann had sworn he would never find peace. No! Joyce would not have him. Not Esan. She would dismantle whatever fragile bond they had, even if it meant burning the whole office down to ashes.
Ann made up her mind that Esan had to go. No apology of his could soften her resolve. As long as he was in that office, she lived with the constant threat of exposure, and the only way to silence that danger was to cut him out completely.
Her fingers drummed lightly on her desk as she dialled Matthew, the director’s PA. Matthew’s voice came smooth and oily through the line. She didn’t waste time, immediately after they exchanged pleasantries, she went straight to discuss business.
“Matthew, I need you to do something for me.” She paused for a while, thinking of the most convincing way to put her request to him. She took a couple of seconds that Matthew to call her name to know if she was still on the other end.
Ann cleared her throat and continued, “I think my unit is bloate,d Matthew, too many hands, more than I need. I’ve been thinking—it would be better for the company’s finances if we trim.”
“Trim?” His tone was playful, probing.
“Yes, and frankly,” she paused again, letting her voice dip lower, “We don’t need the most recent hire. Esan. I suggest we let him go now that he’s still fresh.”
On the other end, Matthew said nothing for a beat, but she could feel his grin even through the silence.
“You know,” he said finally, “the way you singled him out tells me there’s more to this than budget concerns, people talk Ann, I hear you two have… history.”
Ann stiffened, her jaw tightening. “History or no history, Matthew, he’s not needed, and I need you to make it happen.”
Matthew laughed softly, a wolf’s chuckle. His mind raced through the implications of her request. He knew Esan was a competent employee, but Ann’s influence was hard to ignore. “I can make the director see it your way, but you know me, Ann. I’ll need something in return; nothing is free.”
She already knew where this was going. His reputation followed him like cologne, Matthew the Casanova, who couldn’t resist anything under a skirt.
Ann chuckled, a low, throaty sound, choosing to meet his audacity head-on. “And what exactly are you asking for?”
“You know, Ann,” he said simply. “One night. That’s the deal.”
She didn’t hesitate; she wanted Esan gone, and she was ready to do anything to see it happen. “Done.” Her response came clipped and sharp.
The plan was set. They would meet after work at the garage, and he would take her to his preferred choice of guesthouse.
By evening, the office garage was nearly deserted, shadows lengthening as clouds gathered overhead. Ann spotted Matthew’s sleek car parked in the far corner, headlights off. She walked briskly, her heels echoing against the concrete floor, the scent of rain in the heavy air.
Matthew unlocked the doors as she approached. Ann slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against her thighs. The locks clicked shut. Her legs crossed at the ankles, her posture deceptively casual.
Her dress, a tight-fitting number that hugged her curves, seemed to whisper promises of something more. Matthew’s hands gripped the steering wheel. He stole glances at her from the corner of his eye, his pulse quickening with every stolen moment
“You are late”, Matthew muttered, eyes gleaming as he turned the key and let the AC hum to life, washing over them in a blast of artificial chill.
Ann turned to him. “So, where are we going?” she asked him as if she didn’t hear what he had first said.
Matthew smirked, his eyes glancing around the almost empty garage. “Nowher,e Ann, we’ll do it here.”
Her eyes widened. “Here? In the garage?”
“Yes,” he said, voice steady, almost amused. “It’s safer, less risk, no hotel attendants, no curious eyes. Trust me.” his hand slid across the console, brushing her thighs.
Written by Tito
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