Mr Saltzman opened his eyes. Light filtered into the room from a crack in the curtains. He stretched his arms expecting to feel resistance. But instead his arm passed straight through the empty space on the bed beside him. He looked over and narrowed his eyes. His suspicion that for the third time this week his girlfriend, Kiera, hadn’t come home the previous night was confirmed. But Mr Saltzman didn’t have time to dwell. He rolled off the bed and stood up to his full height of 5ft 11in. The duvet slid of his body revealing a slim but toned stomach. His morning hard on was protruding 7 inches outward. It seemed he was to go unsatisfied for yet another day …

“Ohhh fuck” Kiera groaned. A thick cock was relentlessly pounding her from behind. She was sore from the night before but the cock inside her was relentless. Arms wrapped around her and flipped her onto her back. A large shadow fell over her body as the cock continued to pound her slick pussy. She was still wet from the mix of cum and pussy juice left inside her from the night before. She opened her eyes a fraction, enough to glimpse a hairy chest and give her flash backs of the night before. She could remember everything. She’d met him at the bar and they’d come back to a hotel. She was a bit turned off that he had her pay for the room but it was a small sacrifice to make.

The man on top of her grinned and said “You told me you like it rough right?” in a foreign accent. I smile back as I can feel an orgasm approaching, I reply “Yes that is what I said.” All thoughts of are washed from her mind as a wave of pleasure rushed through her body. She screams out “Yesss,” and grinds her body against his and she thrust her chest into the air. His hands grope her breasts and squeeze her nipples which only heighten the sensation. Suddenly her body shudders and collapses onto the bed. Once she feels steady she stands up, a wave of giddiness passes through her but she manages to make it to the bathroom. She looks in the mirror. She’s a complete state. Her eyeliner is smudged and her hair is everywhere. Somewhere in her mind she wonders whether her boyfriend has noticed her absence from his bed. She looked at herself in the mirror again. There was something erotic about cheating on her boyfriend with guys she barely knew. A familiar tingling began between her legs. She looked towards the bedroom door, perhaps one more round couldn’t hurt she thinks.

2 hours later. “Good morning Mr Saltzman,” a sweet feminine voice called out.
“Good Morning Ms Butterworth,” came the reply.
“Can I get you anything Mr Saltzman, tea or coffee?”
“Coffee would be good thanks”
“I’ll get right on it” she said with a hint of playfulness in her voice. As she turned round her arse swayed from side to side as she walked away. Mr Saltzman knew her type, he could recognise that walk anywhere, she was used to the attention being on her. There was no way you could have breasts like hers and not be noticed. She didn’t hide it either. Her push up bra combined with the top few buttons on her blouse being undone showed just enough cleverage to send a pulse racing through his cock every time he saw her. But today something was different, his cock wasn’t just twitching. It was fully erect. He was finding it hard to walk to his office. In a few more steps he had to stop to lean against the wall. He pretended to drink from a water fountain whilst trying to hastily rearrange his cock to a more comfortable position. That’s when she turned round. In a glance she observed the awkward position he was in. She saw him struggling to contain his cock. Her red lips curled into a seductive smile and she winked before pushing past the revolving doors to get his coffee.

After she was gone his penis quickly deflated. He took advantage of the opportunity to make it to his office. What just happened? She never had that effect on me normally he thought. He thought back to the scene that had just occurred. We’d met in the hallway; she’d offered me a drink. This was customary it happened every day. What didn’t happen every day is that I’d get a full blown hard on. I sighed and sunk back into my chair. She was sexy all right. She must have been 5 ft 7in. Her hair was blonde and she had startling blue eyes. Her breasts must have been a D cup. It was every man’s dream come true. The red lip stick was a new touch and he gave her a seductive edge. It didn’t take long for him to start dreaming about those ruby red lips sliding up and down his shaft. He half moaned out load as her imaginary tongue swirled around the tip of penis. A knock on the door shocked me out of my reverie. This was it she had arrived, whatever happened now was sure to reflect his latent sexual desires for her.

“Come in,” I croak. Someone entered the room wearing a bright – red – royal mail jacket. He held out a letter, immediately recognisable as from HSBC.

“Arrived for you this mornin’,” said the man
“Ah thank you,” Mr Saltzman replied. The man left the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Damn it. The sexual tension that had previously hung in the air had disappeared. But with it came back reality. He had a girlfriend, what had he been thinking? Would he really have had sex with his assistant? Sighing, he looked back at the letter. He was about to open it when someone knocked on the door again.
“Come in,” he said. The click of stilettos followed his reply. Ms Butterworth closed the door firmly behind her as she stepped into the room. She was hopeful today. She didn’t know what had changed, maybe it was the red lip stick but she’d seen her boss struggling with his cock earlier. She knew she had a hold on him. Today she was hoping to serve more than just coffee. Perhaps Mr Saltzman needed just a little more persuasion. She walked over to the table and leaned over exposing the whole of her cleverage to him as she placed the coffee on the table. Then she accidently knocked a pen off the table. She muttered an apology as she bent to pick it up proudly sticking her arse in the air. Never before had she dared to be so forward.

Mr Saltzman’s cock swelled at the sight of her tight skirt framing her arse in the air. She placed the pen on the table. The quiet tap as it touched the work surface was the only sound in the silent room, “Was there anything else Mr Saltzman,” she asked. There was an expectant glint in her eyes.

“No that’ll be all thank you,” he replied. The hope in her eyes died and a rosy red colour filled her cheeks. She stepped back and quickly left the room as if she had been scolded. A small sense of guilt nagged at him but he quickly pushed it aside, back to business he thought. Picking up the letter he opened it revealing his bank statement. All was in order up to one week ago when cash from his account had been withdrawn on several occasions without his knowledge. He checked his wallet. His card wasn’t there. The card had been used at several bars and two hotel rooms. It didn’t take him long to add the pieces together. My girlfriend had the card and she was blowing the money on bars and hotels. So where did that leave me?

“Urghh,” I am never going to get bored of this cock.