Sex Stories novel Chapter 8

I watched with boredom as the rare raindrops drummed on the glass. I wanted to sleep. I didn't even remember what time I went to bed yesterday: 3 or 4 in the morning. I hid my face in my hands and yawned. I looked around: my colleagues, like me, were listening without enthusiasm to the boss talking about the effective index. All these meetings were sheer boredom. I looked out the window again: people were hiding behind umbrellas from the rain. It seemed as if the spring intended to remove all the snow with water.

Suddenly I felt the gaze of a colleague on me. Andrey was sitting a little further away and, seeing my gaze back, he smirked playfully. I ignored this and turned to the window. I only thought of my warm bed, which was waiting for me in the apartment. Who came up with meetings just before the end of the workday?

He finally finished, and I was already heading towards the exit when Andrey caught me.

"Don't go, there is a task for you." He said, and at the same time smiled mysteriously.

"Are you kidding me?" I said irritably.

“I'm just broadcasting what my uncle said. But if you don’t want…"

"Okay, what’s required of me?"

I didn't want to, but this ‘uncle’ was my immediate boss and, somehow, it would be inconvenient to reject him. Plus, I was seeking a promotion.

“He is waiting for you in the soundproof room. Come on, let’s do it, you just need to give him something."

Strange. Why there? Usually the boards are cut in that room so as not to interfere with the office workers. I chuckled, but followed Andrey.

"You know, I've always had feelings for you." Andrey whispered on the fly, making me choke for air.

"You know, I've always had a boyfriend." I replied rudely, because when has an engaged girl been seen to behave like this?

"Well, now we are close." In general, he didn’t seem temperamental. The kind of person who fucked under the covers and with the lights off.

My boyfriend Slava is good, smart, loving, but a complete layman in bed. I don't want to give this up, especially since we are getting married, but it is a shame to cheat, and indeed it’s wrong. That's why I put up with his pathetic attempts at night, and in the evenings, before his arrival, I amuse myself with sex toys.

"Go ahead." Andrey stopped in front of the door and opened it.

"Why is it dark in here?!"

“Because the switch is inside, silly. Come in, don't stop."

I entered a room in which there was complete darkness. There were no windows there, as I understood it. I heard Andrey come in next, and then the door clicked. I wanted to ask where our boss was, but was suddenly blinded by a sharp light. At first I did not understand, a withering look appeared before my eyes and I missed the moment when strong male arms wrapped around my figure from behind.

"You will not tell anyone. You want a promotion." Andrey said.

Helpless tears rolled down my face because he was right. This dog is the boss's favorite nephew and I will be fired if I write a statement against him.

Meanwhile, Andrey got up and took my skirt, pulling it along with my panties. There I was, lying in front of him, open and crying, and my appearance thrilled him. He fell on my thighs, bit painfully inside and gradually worked his way up to my perineum. His hands anxiously grabbed my legs and I tried to hit him, but he didn't care. He opened me with both hands and ran his tongue in a broad stroke.

"Why is it dry?" He asked me in disgust.

"Because you don't turn me on, you idiot!"

“You should start to get excited, because I'm not going to be standing in ceremony. I will insert it even if it fryes you."

I swallowed because I knew by his face that he wasn't kidding. He climbed onto the cot, sitting on my breasts while he unbuttoned his pants. I guessed what he wanted. I opened my mouth helplessly, fighting the tears of rage, but was in no rush to get it into my mouth, circling the head that was oozing over my face, staining me.

I was disgusted to feel this wetness, but he finished quickly and put his head in my mouth. I started sucking, but he didn't like the rhythm, he took my hair and planted it halfway up his cock, making me choke. I didn't expect the slap that followed.

"Bitch, suck normally." Andrey growled and pushed again.