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I Didn't Even Know His Name

By: Gutterslut



Im back. * wink wink *

I wrote this in a few short hours, thanks to the wonderful feedback I recieved on my last story.. which had a lot of people asking me to tell a story about me with a guy. This is for all of you.

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<3 your sexy little gutterslut

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It was Saturday night, all my friends and I were about to leave for the club, but I had to look in the mirror one last time before spraying some perfume on and leaving.

“God Kandice, you’re hot!” I whispered to myself as I puckered up my lips, lifted my breasts with my hands and shut the bathroom light off.

Some guys said my best asset was my lips, eyes or tits. So I always made sure to have a big emphasis on them. The short black skirt I was wearing sure would tease the guys, especially if I was dancing fast enough to show them that I had no panties on underneath. My red tube top clung tightly to my chest, nipples erect and poking through the thin fabric. My long blonde hair was so shiny and straight, which is one thing I had always loved.

The drive to the club only took a few minutes. It gave me enough time to smoke on a joint, apply extra lip-gloss and stare at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked hot enough to attract a guy or two to bring home with me to the dorm. College life sure was fun.

The bouncer at the door asked me for my ID, I reached in my purse and pulled it out, handing it to him. Smiling, he leaned in to me, stamped my hand and said, “ Too bad you aren't 21, or I would buy you a drink.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, blew him a kiss and ran off to find my friends who were already in the bathroom, chugging down pints of vodka, which they had snuck in.

It never was fun to be at a club, sober. We use to get drunk before we came, but one time we all got busted and the club owner threatened to ban us from the premises if we did it again. But he didn't say we couldn't do it while we were there.

Some guy with a tight black shirt, and black leather pants was standing in the dark corner, sipping on a Heineken and staring me down. He wasn't really my type, so I just brushed my hair behind my ears, walked past him and met my friends. 

We all took our turns drinking shots out of the bottle before prancing out to the dance floor to show these guys what they were missing. Some new rap song by Lil Jon came on, and me and my friends went wild. My friend Crissy got behind me and bent me over, spanking my ass as I grabbed my knees and shook my ass for all I had. It got me a little wet to see all these guys sitting at the bar watching me and my friends dance. I knew half of them were getting hard-ons watching, and I didn't mind. Too bad I couldn't help them out.

Some guy who thought he was Mr. Rico Suave came up and slid in between me and Crissy. He kept sliding his hands up and over my breasts as he grinded into my ass from behind. I was really getting into it, but he was making me so wet that I couldn't handle it. His hands went from my breasts, down to my belly, down to my upper thighs. His fingers slid up my skirt and I think he was trying to tug on my panties, when he got the shocker that I wasn't wearing any. Pulling my face close to his, he whispered something in my ear but the music was so loud that I couldn't understand him. Grabbing my hand, he guided me to the back of the club where the pool tables were. It was Saturday night, which is the best night to go out on, because drinks were so cheap, and also because hardly anyone played pool that night, instead they just sat at the bar and drank themselves into a stupor. 

Sitting me on one of the pool tables he glared into my eyes for a moment before leaning in close, to gently slide his lips against the side of my neck. His kisses were from another world. I could feel the wetness gathering between my legs, as warm flashes shot up to my chest. Just before he slid his hand up my skirt again, one of the bouncers saw us and asked us to take it somewhere else.

Grabbing my cell phone out of my purse I called my friends that were still on the dance floor, and explained the situation to them, and when Rico Suave wasn't close enough to hear, I told my friends to not try and wake me up when they got home, because I was planning on getting lucky.

Yeah it’s crazy. Usually guys are the ones who go out to clubs and bars looking for some ass. But this is what me and my girl friends did every weekend. It was like a game to us, to see how many guys’ numbers we could get, and how many of them we could get to go home with us. 

I guess you could call us sluts, but we wouldn't mind. We enjoyed every minute of it.

Rico and I drove back to my dorm in complete silence. I lit up a joint and passed it to him, who took a couple hits off of it, then passed it back to me. Putting it out in the ashtray we hopped out of his car and went inside the tall red brick building, which was my home away from home.

Unlocking my door and slipping inside before anyone saw us, we giggled a little, and stepped inside my room, and no sooner then the door latched, he picked me up and carried me to my bed. Rolling over, and climbing on top of him, I was kissing his chest, neck and face as he pulled my tube top above my breasts. Squeezing them inside his palms, he massaged my nipples with his fingertips. I could feel his cock growing erect inside his pants. I rubbed my hand down his body to feel it growing, but he grabbed my arm, pulled it away, and asked me to wait. Rolling me over onto my back, he pulled my skirt down, and threw it onto the floor. My body was so cold, but his fingers warmed me up quickly as soon as I felt one slide between my pussy lips, rubbing up and down just before I felt a warm, wet tongue replace it.

It was so natural, the way I felt such pleasure, and immediately spread my legs open as wide as I could. I could feel his thumb pressing down on my clit, as his tongue and middle finger slid inside me. I never was one for oral sex, but with the way he did it, I could enjoy this kind of stuff everyday. It didn't take much of his licking, sucking and fucking my clit and pussy hole with his fingers and tongue, before my body started shaking with this incredible pleasure, that was causing me to scream out, as I gripped handfuls of his hair tightly within my fingers, and dug his face on my pussy even harder and faster.

Sweat was dripping down my body as I rolled over onto my elbows and knees, to turn on the fan that was near by my bed, and before I could lay on my back, I felt something thick and hard rubbing the back of my leg.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me with that hard cock.. mmm yeah”

was all I could say as I pinched my nipples with my fingers, awaiting his cock to slowly enter me, so I could fuck him like he's never been fucked before.

His hands gripped my hips, as I felt him slide it in, inch by inch, until it was buried deep inside my tight little cunt. Arching my back as I pushed my ass back into him, not focusing on the speed, but focusing on how deep and how hard it was. 

I never was one to fuck like a jackrabbit. I've always been the kind of girl that would rather get a really nice rough fuck, instead of a ‘fast’ in and out kind of thing. He worked it like I’d never experienced before, but I wanted to show him just how good I could do it. 

Reaching around my body, I slid his cock out of me, as I asked him to lie on his back. His eyes lit up, and by the expression he had on his face, I could tell not many girls have rode his thick 8-inch cock.

Sliding my right leg over his, I lined my pussy up right above his cock, and stuck the tip in, as I grabbed a hold of the bed post, and pushed my pussy all the way down on his cock. He was so thick and long, it felt like he was about to rip me apart, and I loved it. 

I slowly lifted my ass up, letting his cock slide out of my pussy a little, before letting my body go back down. His hands met my ass and helped lift me up and push me down, fast enough to get my heart rate going again. I watched my tits bounce up and down as my tight little cunt engulfed his cock, over and over. My clit was so swollen and tender as I bounced up and down on his cock, closer and closer to reaching an orgasm.

I watched his eyes, which were glued to his cock sliding in and out of me, and it turned me on knowing how much pleasure I was bringing to this man, not only by giving him the fuck of his life, but by letting him watch me as I rubbed on my clit, as his cock slid in and out of me.

I felt my cunt get ever warmer, as little bursts of warmness shot up my body. I was close to an orgasm. I spread my legs a little wider, and was slowly grinding my pussy and his cock together, when I felt my clit pulsating. I closed my eyes and let this wonderful feeling take over my body, and right then, a grunt escaped his throat, and I could feel his cum shooting up inside me, as his cock jerked back and forth. He pushed me off his cock, and onto my back, and climbed on top of me, and slammed his cock into my pussy for the final few seconds of his orgasm.

Out of breath, I rubbed my pussy a little until I fell asleep. 

When I woke up the next morning, he wasn't lying next to me. But there was a piece of paper with his phone number on it, along with his name.

I Didn't Even Know His Name



I just wanted to say a quick thank-you to Michael, for giving me the idea for this story. I hope it turned out the way you fantasized. Thanks again. –Lore

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Ugh! Monday mornings are complete shit. I'd woken up late for work. As if that wasn't bad enough, after showering as fast as I could, I ended up leaving a puddle of water on the floor, which I subsequently slipped on, falling flat on my ass. To top off my wonderful morning, my toaster quit working, which meant no breakfast. Ugh...fuckin' Mondays!

Finally, I was dressed for my crappy office job on the other side of town. I was almost glad to go in, though...things could only get better from here...or so I hoped. Before leaving my apartment, I glanced at myself in the full length mirror hung next to the door. I'd worn a little makeup since I wouldn't dare go out of the house without any at all. Even though I was late, I'd taken time to do my hair. My long auburn curls twirled all around my face...my thick hair falling perfectly in place. I ran my hands along my slightly sheer white cotton blouse...all the way to my black pleated skirt, flattening it down. I knew it'd be a run to the subway to make it to work on time, but I chose fashion over comfort...completing the look with sheer black thigh highs with lacy tops and three inch black heels that showed off my long legs. I smiled at myself in the mirror...I looked downright cute, even if I was having a shit morning. I grabbed my purse and my briefcase, patted my little cat on her head once, then out the door I went. 

The subway station wasn't too far away, thank goodness. A short two block semi-jog and I was already carefully making my way down the steps and underground into the station. As I made it to the ticket booth and purchased my ticket, I couldn't help but notice the guy next to me who was also purchasing his ticket. (Silly me, I'd left my rail pass at home...although, I wasn't complaining as I might never have noticed him otherwise.) This guy embodied male perfection...in my mind, anyway. I know I don't have usual taste in men since I don't like them all sweaty and muscley with 10 inch cocks, but this guy would've made any girl turn her head and look twice. He was close to my age...late 20's, I figured, maybe early 30's. Quite tall, too...probably about 6'3 or 6'4 at my best guess. He had wavy, shiny black hair, not cut too short. In fact, as he turned to the right and looked in my direction, a small piece of his hair fell lazily over his light, icy blue eyes. I swear, my heart skipped a beat. After throwing a quick, nervous smile in his direction, I made my way over to a set of doors in front of the subway car that had very few people standing in front of them. I looked to my left, where he'd been standing several feet away, and to my surprise I spotted him walking in my direction. I took a second to check out the rest of him. Average build...definitely no muscle head, but not skin and bones, either. He was dressed well...very well...too well to be riding the subway. His suit (navy blue pin stripe, white shirt, and white tie) looked fantastic...and expensive. I don't know designer labels well, but if I had to guess, I'd guess Armani. He was total perfection as I saw it...so I needed to get away from him as quickly as possible! I was already late for work and I couldn't let my libido run wild because of some unattainable stranger. Any other morning, perhaps, but not today. Finally, though, he'd made his way to where I was waiting to board and stood behind me in line. I could feel his eyes all over me. I knew he was checking me out...I just knew it. I had to admit...I couldn't help but wonder if he at least liked what he saw. 

After what seemed like forever, but was at maximum two minutes, the doors opened and we all piled inside. I'd gotten used to just standing in the center of the car instead of taking a seat. At this hour, pre-9 a.m., there were always plenty of elderly people and pregnant women needing to sit, so even in my high heels, I chose to stand. The handsome stranger also chose to stand...directly behind me, of course, even though the car had very few passengers aboard. The subway car doors soon closed and the train took off with a harsh jerk. I fell backwards slightly, even while holding onto a hand grip that hung from the ceiling, then felt a strong hand grab onto my waist to steady me. I knew without looking that it was HIS hand. Luckily, I caught my balance quickly without falling too far. I looked over my shoulder, pursing my lips, without saying a word. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. He didn't say anything, either. He left his hand on my waist a LOT longer than necessary. Even though it felt like he held onto me for a long while, it was probably only 30 seconds total...however, that was about 25 seconds longer than necessary. Mr. Gorgeous finally removed his hand from me. We both simply stood there, riding in the car quietly. I savored the warmth of where his hand had been, though. A small place on my skin was still warm and tingly from his touch, and I loved it. Not that I was desperate for a man's touch or anything. It really hadn't been all that long since I'd gotten laid. There was something about this guy, though...some unexplainable chemistry we seemed to have. I wondered if he felt it too or if my libido was simply overactive that morning. Unlikely, however, since my morning had started out the way it had. I'd planned to be in a bad mood for awhile, but this guy was ruining it for me. Oh well, I'd hafta go to work late, in a good mood, and horny as hell...things could definitely be worse.

A little old lady boarded the car at the next stop and sat down right in front of where I was standing. She looked up at me and smiled widely. I didn't recognize her, but she certainly recognized me. "LoreLai? Is that you?"

"Umm, yeah, I'm LoreLai," I answered, quietly, not knowing what to make of this woman.

"Oh dear, you don't remember me, do you? It's Mrs. Clark. I taught you English in your freshman year of high school," she said, her little head moving back and forth as she spoke.

"Oh, Mrs. Clark! How lovely to see you!"

"Come sit next to me, child," she told me, patting the seat next to her. "Tell me all about what you've been up to all these years!"

At first, I was almost disappointed to be moving away from Mr. Gorgeous to sit next to my high school English teacher, but then it occured to me...I could SEE him from where I was sitting, which was certainly a step up from the slight possibility that I'd get to feel him again. I took a few steps forward and sat down next to Mrs. Clark, crossing my long legs in such a manner that I knew would drive him crazy. She started to ramble about her retirement. I, of course, pretended to pay attention, but my eyes was truly focused on the lovely piece of man meat that stood a mere five feet from me. I shifted slightly in my seat and I could feel a cold breeze dancing on my upper thigh...I knew for sure my skirt was riding up enough so that he could see the lacy tops of my thigh-high hose. I glanced up at his face to find him smiling at me, devilishly. He had the most fantastic smile I'd ever seen in my entire life. It was so manly and so boyish all at once. His mouth curved upward more to the right side...complete with a dimple. Oh fuck...I thought I was going to melt into a puddle of goo right there and then. I smiled back, this time a little less shyly and a little more seductively. What the hell, I figured...it's not like I'd ever see the guy again. Might as well tease him while I could, eh? As Mrs. Clark continued to babble, I looked down at my blouse. To my surprise...more like, to my delight, my breasts were on full display. I mean, I'd worn a white, lacy push up bra that morning anyhow, but at some point in my scramble my blouse had become unbuttoned a bit and the tops of my tits were now in full view. After realizing this, I noticed Mrs. Clark was a little put off by it, to be quite honest, but Mr. Gorgeous was taking notice, so I didn't much care. I steered the conversation back to her retirement and she was off and running again...essentially leaving Mr. Gorgeous and I alone to entice each other some more.

I glanced back in his direction. He was now loosening his white, silk tie. It wasn't at all hot outside...it was a crisp spring day. For that matter, it wasn't even hot in the subway car...in fact, I found it to be rather chilly. Was I having an effect on this guy or what?! I couldn't help but beam as a shiver ran through my body. "I'm happy about it, too, dear," Mrs. Clark said, resting her hand over both of mine, which were situated on my upper thigh. I had no idea what she'd been talking about...I'd been lost in my own thoughts. I continued to nod and smile, though, and that seemed to please her well enough. 

At the next stop, Mrs. Clark said, "Oh, we're here already. It was so nice talking with you, dear, but this is my stop. I hope we can catch up again soon!" As she began to stand up, I followed. I helped to guide her off the subway car carefully, wishing her a fond farewell, then turned back to Mr. Gorgeous. There he was...handsome as he'd been 45 seconds beforehand. Instead of returning to my seat, though, I returned to standing in the spot just in front of him, practically praying for the train to jerk out of the station again, so he'd be forced to come to my rescue once more. You can't imagine how disappointed I was to feel the train ease out of the station without so much as a twinge. 

As we stood there again with him situated just behind me, I could feel that he was closer than necessary. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck again. If this had been some random pervert on a subway car, I would've elbowed him in the gut and not given it a second thought. But this was no random pervert, though...this was Mr. Gorgeous. Perverts don't wear Armani, do they? Hell, I didn't care if they did. If he was a pervert, I would've been glad to be his "victim". We stood there silently through the next two stops. I thought I was gonna die from lust. Is that even possible? Can one die from wanting so badly to fuck some random stranger in the middle of a subway car? Could I have died right there and then if he hadn't "accidentially" let his briefcase graze my ass as he switched it from his right hand to his left? Luckily for me, I didn't hafta find out. I could feel my skirt lift a bit as he "accidentally" bumped me with his briefcase. When he'd worked up the plan in his mind, though, he'd probably hoped to see more. I don't think he even got a glance at my panties with that move. 

As the subway car rolled into the next station, I felt Mr. Gorgeous' fingertips suddenly brush the backs of my upper thighs ever so lightly. My skirt lifted and he most likely got the view of my black silk panties he'd been looking for. His shoulder brushed past mine and I watched him intently as he made his way to stand in front of the doors. No!, I thought, No! This can't be it! This can't be the end of this! Things were just getting good! I realized that this, too, was my stop, but I didn't want my little morning flirtation to come to an end so soon. To my dismay, however, the doors opened and people began to pile out...he, of course, the last in line besides me. He glanced over his shoulder at me before exiting. A wave of black hair again fell in front of his eyes. His icy blue eyes shimmered as he gave me the most incredible look...filled with lust and desire and a deep sense of wanting I'd never seen from any man ever before. Hell, I didn't even know that kind of look existed! It was definitely an "I've got to have you NOW" kinda look, and then some. I bit my lower lip and simply continued to stare. He smiled his devilish smile and actually laughed out loud before he finally left the subway car. I took a couple steps forward and watched him walk toward the steps that lead up to the street and out into the world. I, too, exited the car, but made sure to keep my distance back away from him. I was already late for work as it was, but I wasn't about to take the chance that Mr. Gorgeous might want to talk to me. No, I just couldn't. I wouldn't know what to say to a man like him. I'd probably get all fumbly and silly...mix up my words and such and end up looking like a complete fool. No, I didn't have time to look foolish at the moment...I was late. So, instead, I walked several feet behind him, keeping my eye on his perfectly round ass, just the same. 

As we made it up to the street, he went left and walked across the intersection...of course, that was the same direction I was headed. Great. Still, though, I kept my distance behind him. I had a feeling, however, that he somehow knew I was behind him. That devilish smile never once left his face, and every so often he'd glance over his shoulder without ever turning completely around. A couple blocks later, though, to my surprise, he suddenly turned down an alleyway. I knew the alley...I'd passed it 100 times or more on my way to work every morning. I knew for a fact that there was nothing down there...not even any back doors leading into nearby businesses. Besides, why would a man in an Armani suit go in the back way to work? That didn't make any sense. Out of sheer curiosity, I, too, turned down the alleyway to see what he was up to. I knew I didn't have time to fuck around, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me. I walked only a few feet before I was pulled into what used to be a doorway...now, though, it was just an indentation in the brick that had now been filled in with more brick. Mr. Gorgeous was there with his back against the wall...obviously waiting for me. 

Before I could say a word, I felt his lips against mine. As he kissed me hard, he turned me around so that now my back was up against the brick wall. Normally, this would have TOTALLY freaked me the fuck out. Normally, I would've punched and kicked and cried "RAPE!" as loud as my lungs would allow. Again, though, this wasn't a normal situation...I was insanely attracted to this guy. And while I found the situation to be rather...hmmm...rather unconventional and slightly abashed in my mind, it was my libido that won the argument. He pressed his entire body against mine as he kissed me hard. When normally, my mind would've been screaming, No! It's too soon! I don't know you!...right then and there, it was screaming, Yes! Take me! Fuck my brains out! Being on time to work had once seemed so important to me, but at that moment, I didn't even care if I ended up getting fired. This was gonna be worth it...I was sure of it.

Mr. Gorgeous reached up my blouse and roughly took my breasts in his palms. He mauled them, his fingertips finding my nipples even through the material, as he kissed and sucked my neck. I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, trying to open it for him. I wanted him to gain full access to them if that's what he craved. I wanted to give him any piece of me he desired because I secretly hoped he'd do the same for me. 

Finally, my shirt was unbuttoned. Luckily, that morning, I'd chosen my only white bra with a front clasp. I reached down and unclasped it for him, freeing my C-sized breasts. He stared at my naked breasts for a moment. He cupped them in his hands, pushing them together, and just stared...it was like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Finally, he leaned in and softly sucked one of my already hard nipples past his lips. I couldn't resist any longer...I reached down and began running my fingers through his silken hair. He, in turn, looked up at me with the most beautiful pair of baby blue eyes I'd ever had the fortune to come upon. He nibbled me, pulling backward, scraping his teeth across my hard nipple until it fell from his lips. His tongue flicked out at it once more before he licked across my breasts and captured my other nipple between his lips, sucking it in. I could've easily died right there a happy woman. But, thankfully, Mr. Gorgeous continued ravishing me and I continued to live through it. 

Without warning, he reached beneath my skirt and quite literally RIPPED my panties away from my body. I couldn't help but jump...it completely took me by surprise. He laughed that devilish laugh as he brought them up to his nose, breathing deeply, taking in my scent. I bit my lip again, watching him. He smiled down at me, his icy eyes again leaving me in a trance, then stuffed my black, silk panties in his suit jacket pocket. He reached down and I heard his zipper unzip. As his pants and boxer shorts fell to his ankles, I knew this was it. I was about to get fucked by a total stranger. I didn't even know his name, for fuck's sake! And ya know what? I didn't give a fuck. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside my wetter than wet cunt...and lemme tell you, he DID NOT disappoint. The next thing I knew, he'd lifted me against the cool brick wall with his hands on my waist. He used his knees to spread my legs apart further, then brought my cunt down over his rock hard dick. I felt him enter me slowly...stretching me wide for him. I could feel every millimeter slide into me. I savored every last second until, finally, he'd filled me all the way up. He let out a sigh...it sounded like an incredible sigh of relief. He held me there inside him, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight against his body for several seconds, maybe even for a minute or so. I could feel his hot breath on my neck again as he kissed his way upward. Not a moment too soon, our lips met once more. I kissed him as passionately as I knew how to...he, in turn, placed his hands on my ass cheeks and began to move me up and down over his cock. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer. As he'd slam my body downward onto him, he'd also slam his hips up into me. Our bodies became sweaty even though a chill remained in the air...the skin of our naked thighs slapped together over and over again. I was in pure ecstasy as Mr. Gorgeous fucked my brains out there in that alleyway. The busy street was only feet away from the alcove in which we were hidden...the alcove in which I was getting fucked by a total stranger in the light of day as I was already late for work. 

It didn't take long before he came. I could feel his balls jerk as they slapped against me. His grip on my ass tightened...he let out a loud growl and his hips began to slow. He pumped me several more times until, apparently, his balls were empty and my cunt was filled with his cum. He slowly set me back down onto the ground, letting out another incredible sigh of relief. He leaned into me, and to my surprise, through heavy panting, he sweetly kissed my shoulder several times. I smiled as I watched him. His thick, luscious lips puckering out and kissing my skin...I'll never forget that sight as long as I live.

I figured, at this point, our encounter was over and we'd both get dressed and leave, but I was wrong. Fortunately, he was not done with me yet. With his lips still touching my shoulder, he reached down between my legs and shoved two fingers roughly inside me. Again, I jumped a little at the surprise of it all. I looked over at him and our eyes met. That lustful look that drove me crazy stared back at me and again, all I could do was dumbly bite my lower lip. He pulled his fingers back slightly. I could feel a big glob of his fresh cum on the tips of his fingers as he ran them up the slit of my cunt...his fingers drawing upwards into a hook shape. Finally, he found my clit. I threw my head back as I gripped his shoulders tightly. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on feeling everything I could feel. His mouth moved to my ear...I could both hear and feel him breathing heavily. He moaned several low, deep moans, further driving me mad. His other hand cupped one of my bare breasts...grabbing it, tugging at the nipple and squeezing it roughly. He didn't waste any time making me cum. Rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles, 'round and around again, hard and fierce, was all it took for him to own me. Within a minute or so, I'd let out a shriek and my cum rushed out of me and all over his hand. I could feel my hot cum ooze from my cunt. A moment later, I could feel him move a couple free fingers downward to scoop some up. I finally opened my eyes and brought my head back down just in time to watch him lick my cum from his fingers. Again, the devilish laugh. I, too, laughed this time.




I Didn't Even Know His Name



Silently, we pulled ourselves back together. He pulled his pants up, and I clasped my bra and buttoned my blouse...my panties, however, were still in his possession and I didn't dare inquire about them. It just felt right walking away without saying a word, which is just what we did. We didn't exchange phone numbers or names or even thank-yous...we simply grabbed our briefcases, walked out of the alley, and headed down the street towards our respective workplaces once more. 

Now I was REALLY late...like, fireable late. I was over 30 minutes late and hadn't called, but I still had to make one more stop before work. I really, really had to at least find a public restroom somewhere and clean up a bit. I couldn't go to work smelling like sex. Besides, I needed a few minutes to myself...not only to recount what had just happened to me, but now I had to come up with a valid excuse for Mr. Tindale, my boss.

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Fifteen minutes later, and exactly 45 minutes late for work, I walked into the office. I'd planned to go straight to Mr. Tindale's office and explain my psuedo-situation, but it was empty. So, instead, I headed to my cubicle. My friend and cubicle mate, Sara, whispered to me in a yell, "Where the hell have you been?! Sit down! You're missing all the action!"

"Believe me, I did NOT miss any action," I quipped. 

"Oh yes you did!" she insisted. "Mr. Kinner, ya know, Mr. Tindale's boss, was in here earlier. Mr. Tindale's been FIRED!"

"Really?!" I asked. I was genuinely shocked...Mr. Tindale was one of the most favored manager's in the company. I couldn't imagine why he would've been fired. So I asked, "What the hell happened?!"

"Well, you picked a bad day to be late, girl! Although, in a way, you picked a good day because there's no one here to know you were late. Anyway, there was a big blow-up right around 9 a.m. Mr. Kinner confronted Mr. Tindale right in front of everyone about his theft! Apparently, he's been stealing from the company for years now and they finally caught him! Can you believe it?!"

"No, I really can't...I never would've guessed that from Mr. Tindale. He didn't seem like the type."

"I know!" she squealed. "So, anyway, why were you so late today? That's totally not like you."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I laughed.

"One of those mornings, huh?"

"You could say that!"

"Well, anyway, our new boss will be here any minute. I wonder who it'll be?!"

"Fuck knows...it's like a revolving door around here these days!"

Suddenly, Mr. Kinner appeared from the conference room. "Everyone! Everyone! Can I have your attention, please?!" The entire office got silent in a hurry and looked in Mr. Kinner's direction. "Thank you people. I'm sure most of you either witnessed earlier or have subsequently heard about Mr. Tindale's firing. I won't bother going into specifics, but let's just say that he is no longer with the company. We planned this in advance, of course, and we already have your new boss lined up. I would like to introduce you all to a man new to our company, Mr. Parisi."

My jaw hit the floor. There he was...plain as day...Mr. Gorgeous. His name, of course, was not Mr. Gorgeous after all. Come to find out, he was my new boss, Mr. Parisi. "Oh...my...fucking...god," I whispered.

"What?!" Sara asked, thoroughly confused.

Mr. Kinner continued. "He'll be going around today to meet each and every one of you, so please, do your best to help him get acclaimated. Thank you all for your cooperation. I sincerely appreciate it."

Just then, Mr. Gorgeous...I mean, Mr. Parisi, caught sight of me. He headed straight towards my cubicle. I thought I was literally going to die right there and then. Mr. Parisi stuck his hand out to Sara, and said, "Hello. I'm Mr. Parisi, and you are?"

"Hi. My name's Sara Hutchenson."

"Great, and what do you do here, Sara?"

"She and I work in sales," Sara explained, passing the buck in my direction. I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. That was the kind of day I was having...the kind where you wake up late for work, you slip and fall on the floor, you can't have breakfast because your toaster is broken, and you have sex in an alleyway with a total stranger who turns out to be your new boss. Yeah...great...what a fuckin' day this was turning out to be. I was afraid to ask, but really...could it get any worse?!

"Oh yes, Ms. LoreLai, correct? I believe we've already met."

"Umm, yes, sort of," I stammered. Oh fuck, he even remembered my name.

"Yes, I remember Mrs. Clark calling you LoreLai, but what is your last name, dear?"

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "Parker," I uttered.

"LoreLai Parker. Very lovely."

"Thank you, Mr. Parisi."

"It's Tom."

"Ok...Tom."

"LoreLai, if you don't mind, I'd like to meet with you one on one in my office after lunch...maybe continue our...our...our earlier "discussion". Would that be a problem?"

Wait. Wait just a minute. My new boss wasn't going to fire me for what went on between us earlier that morning? In fact, he was asking for more?! This had to be a goddamned episode of "Candid Camera" or something, I decided. The way my day was going, they'd probably even gotten everything on videotape...the subway, the sex in the alley, everything. Boy, was my mother gonna be proud to see her daughter on national television, naked. I looked around for the cameras, but surprisingly, they were nowhere to be found. "Uh, no sir. That won't be a problem at all," I answered.

"Great. I'd love to pick up where we left off, though I didn't think we'd get the chance. Looks like now, we just may."

"Yes, Mr. Parisi, I'd love to pick up where we left off."

"Oh, and I believe I have something that belongs to you," he said, patting his suit jacket pocket. 

"Umm, yes sir."

"I'll return them this afternoon when I see you in my office."

"That'll work, sir."

"Excellent. I look forward to it, very much so. Have a nice day, ladies," he said, grinning at me and giving me a wink, before making his way to the next cubicle.

"What was that all about?" Sara asked, bewildered.

"He and I noticed each other on the subway, met up in some alleyway, then, without saying a word to each other, we fucked. I didn't even know his name...until now, that is. He's the reason I was so late to work," I replied, ever so nonchalantly.

Sara, in turn, burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she began to cry. "Oh damn, LoreLai! Sometimes you are too much! Too much I tell ya!"

I just stared at her blankly.

"You'd better get to work since you were late. Besides, Mr. Parisi wants you in his office later...for another fuck!" she added, bursting into laughter once more.

Little did she know, that's exactly what Mr. Gorgeous...I mean, Mr. Parisi, had in mind...



I Didn't Even Know His Name Ch. 02



I was working diligently at my cubicle after lunch. Somehow, I'd managed to get on with my day despite the fact that I'd fucked a total stranger earlier that morning who turned out to be my boss. I was so engrossed with work, in fact, I didn't even notice Valerie standing beside my desk. Valerie was Mr. Tindale's secretary, now Mr. Parisi's, and tended to look down at us mere "worker bees". She didn't seem to like anyone, much less get along with any of us. "Ahem...." she cleared her throat.

I jerked my head up. "Oh hey, Val!" I said, sweetly. (She HATES to be called Val.)

She blatantly rolled her eyes at me, then spoke. "Mr. Parisi wants to see you in his office in 15 minutes...SHARP." I shook my head as she made a little mark on her clipboard. "And DON'T be late because I can't remind you again...I'm on my way to lunch." 

"Sure, Val, Mr. Parisi's office in 15 minutes...got it."

"I mean it, LoreLai, be ON TIME. Mr. Parisi may not have noticed your tardiness today, but I did, and the next time it happens you WILL be reported!" she said, then turned around, tossed her hair, and stomped away.

Sara and I watched her a moment, then she leaned over my desk, "Damn, she's such a bitch!"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"So...why do you think Mr. Parisi wants a private meeting with YOU? I don't think he called any other employees in his office today."

"I told you," I said, staring at the computer screen nonchalantly as I checked my email. My heart, however, raced just knowing I only had to wait 14 more minutes to be alone with him again.

"No, seriously!"

"Sara, I'm dead serious!" I stared right into her eyes this time as I said it. "I...had sex...with Mr. Parisi...this morning." 

Sara, taken aback, sat up straight. "Oh my god! You DID fuck him!"

I tugged on Sara's blouse and pulled her closer."Shhhh! Keep your voice down!" I looked around. Luckily all my coworkers were engrossed in their TPS reports and whatnot.

"So you really, truly had sex with that fine piece of man meat?!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"You didn't know he was our boss, did you?"

"I didn't even know his name! We flirted on the subway, then afterwards met in an alleyway and just went at it."

"Oh damn, Lore, that's SO fucking HOT!"

"Shhhhhhhhh! I do NOT want it getting out!"

"Of course you don't...and what about...."

Her voice trailed off, but I knew what she was referring to. "I don't wanna even think about that until I get home tonight."

"Well, I hate to tell ya, but if Mr. Parisi requests too many more of these one-on-one meetings, it's GONNA get out."

"I'm gonna talk to him about it...tell him this can't go on."

"Are you insane??? That man is CRAZY hot!"

"I know, but he's our boss!"

"I don't care...a super hot guy trumps boss any day. I mean, he's extraordinarily hot...once in a lifetime hot."

"God, he is, isn't he?" I agreed that he was insanely fine, but still, the rational part of me knew what I had to do. Meanwhile, though, my libido was disagreeing with my last shred of morality as it remembered my encounter with him.

"And he wants to fuck you again this afternoon! You lucky cunt. While I'm stuck here with these shitty TPS reports, you're gonna be bent over his desk gettin' fucked like a slut. I hate you." Sara winked at me, then sat back down at her desk and smiled. "Only 8 more minutes to T.G.I.F."

"T.G.I.F.?"

"Thank God It's Fucktime," she whispered. I looked back down at my computer screen, but my mind wandered. My cunt got wetter as I remembered the way his cock sank into me earlier that day. He really was the most fantastic fuck I'd ever had...by far...not to mention, the hottest. God, I could almost still feel his fingertips digging into my ass...taste his hot breath...feel those light kisses on my shoulder. He was utter perfection. 

I'd drifted off into Neverneverland thinking about Mr. Parisi...about what happened between us...about what could possibly happen between us again. Thank goodness Sara was around to snap me out of it. "It's time!" she shrieked. I jumped outta my chair faster than I'd meant to, sending it flying out behind me. A few of my office mates gave me strange looks. "Go get 'im, girl," Sara growled, encouraging me. I smiled weakly, flattened down my skirt, and headed towards Mr. Parisi's office.

Valerie, of course, had gone to lunch, so I just walked right up to his office door and knocked. He didn't even hesitate when saying "Come in." Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked inside. Casually, he looked up from his computer. "LoreLai...." I loved the way my name sounded drifting off his tongue.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Parisi?"

He got up from behind his desk, walked towards me, and said, "It's Tom."

"Tom," I repeated as he stood before me. I grew even more nervous as his eyes scanned my body. "We need to talk," I stated. There, I said it. 

"About this morning?"

"I just want to make it clear that it was a mistake and it can't happen again," I said bravely as my libido called me every four letter word in the book. A smirk appeared on his face, but then quickly disappeared.

Tom strolled past me, brushing my shoulder, and walked to the other side of the room. I heard his office door shut quietly behind me. "I agree, Ms. Parker...." and then I heard the lock click. We were officially alone once more. "...what happened this morning cannot happen again."

"I'm glad we're on the same page," I said. I was about to turn around and face him when I felt his hands on my hips from behind. I froze. We'd just agreed that this was over and suddenly here he was touching me. I could barely stand not turning around and throwing myself at him. I was seriously considering it when he reached down and began pulling up the hem of my skirt. "What...what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make you cum," he stated ever so smoothly without missing a beat.

I tried to keep my composure...put up a real fight...well, APPEAR to put up a fight, at the very least. "No, Mr. Parisi, we can't do this." Did I REALLY just say that out loud? Shut the fuck up, Lore!, screamed my cunt.

"Ms. Parker, I agree that what happened between us this morning can't happen again," he said pulling my skirt up higher. "But I only agree with that because this morning we were strangers and now we no longer are. From now on when we fuck, you'll be able to moan my name when you cum and I'll be able to moan yours."

"Mr. Parisi, we need to discuss this." SHUT...THE...FUCK...UP, BITCH! My libido was getting seriously pissed off.

"I think we need to discuss a lot, Ms. LoreLai," he agreed as he lifted my skirt all the way up to my waist. Cool air rushed flatly against my bare skin...Mr. Parisi still had possession of my panties, so there was nothing between him and I but my skirt.

"Yes, we do." I didn't even realize it, but I was practically moaning already.

"Yes, like...skirt on or off...bent over that desk there or laying down on top of it...and, my personal favorite, spit or swallow?"

"Mr. Parisi, I...."

"It's Tom," he corrected me.

"Tom, I...." Before I could say another word, he'd already reached down and plowed two fingers into my waiting cunt. My words got caught in my throat. I realized at that moment how empty I'd felt all day...how badly I'd been dying to feel him inside me again. I couldn't help but lean back onto his chest just a bit, tilt my head back on his shoulder, and close my eyes as I savored his touch. As he pulled his fingers out ever so slowly and then pushed them back inside me just as slowly, a shudder ran through my entire body from head to toe. I felt as though I was going to cum right there...but I stopped myself from letting go. I wanted to savor this man as long as I could.

"And LoreLai?" he asked breathily against my ear.

"Yes?" I whimpered, turning my head to the side to glance at him. 

"When you cum, I'd prefer to hear you moan Tom rather than Mr. Parisi," he said matter-of-factly as he began to fuck my cunt a little harder...a little faster. "God, you're already soaking wet, baby. Been thinking about this all morning like I have?"

"Uh-huh," was all I could manage. All my ethics and morals went out the window as his fingers sunk deeper and deeper inside me with each stroke. My body began to go limp as his fingers found a steady rhythm inside me. He kissed my neck softly and moaned against my ear. His free hand reached down into my blouse and into my bra. Finding my hardening nipple, he rolled it between his strong fingers. A soft moan escaped my lips. No man had EVER affected me like this.

"Wanna try to tell me no again, LoreLai?" he asked with that sexy, devilish laugh as he fucked my cunt harder, more roughly. I didn't dare answer him back. Instead, I unbuttoned my blouse for him. I loved the way he'd looked at my tits last time...the way he'd taken them in his hands, in his mouth as though they were an undiscovered treasure. I unclasped my bra and let them free once more. He wasted no time reaching up and rolling my nipples, one at a time, back and forth, between his fingers. They quickly became painfully hard...and my cunt quickly became even wetter. Without even realizing it, I'd begun rolling my hips forward against his hand...fucking him as he fucked me...matching his rhythm. His fingers slid out of my wetter than wet cunt completely. I waited for him to dive back in again, but he didn't. Seconds passed and he didn't move. I looked over my shoulder at him and was about to protest when I felt his fingers glide upward and land on my clit. I sucked a deep breath in as he placed two fingers over it and began to rub in hard, wide circles. I began to move my hips forward against his hand again. I swear I died and went to heaven. His expert touch was pure perfection. He knew exactly what I needed without me saying a word. Within seconds, I could feel my legs begin to give out. I couldn't believe how easily I was giving myself over to him. He knew it, too. His hand moved off my nipples and he circled his arm around my waist, securing me against him. "I've got you, honey...now let yourself go...cum for me, baby...give yourself to me."

And did I ever. Practically on his command, my legs gave out and my body began to shake. My cum completely took over my body. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I clutched his arm hard, leaving fingernail marks. I bit my lip because I knew I couldn't scream. "Yes...oh yes...yes, Tom...yes...." I cried...then my lips parted and soft, muted moans escaped.

"That's it, Lore, honey, that's it," he whispered against my ear.

Several minutes passed before my body finally calmed down. Tom continued to stroke my pussy, my legs, my breasts, my shoulders until I finally quit shaking and regained my footing. It was only then that he pulled his fingers out of me and left me to stand on my own. I felt satisfied, but strangely empty again without him inside me. I shyly turned to face him. He looked down at me sweetly, reaching up to brush my hair off my cheeks. "How was that?"

"It was...fantastic," I said in a purr.

"You're so beautiful after you cum." I could feel my cheeks grow hot. I'm not sure if I was embarrassed about the compliment or embarrassed about what'd just happened between us...again. Before I could figure out a way to respond, Tom grabbed my hand and lead me over to the other side of the office to the black leather couch on the far wall. "Have a seat and rest," he requested, so I sat down with him beside me, still holding my hand. 

"Tom, I...." He placed a finger over my lips to silence me. I could smell myself on him.

"I'm serious, Lore, you are. I almost kicked myself when I walked away from you this morning without finding out who you were and how to reach you."

"It all worked out," I said, smiling broadly.

"So it seems," he said, smiling back. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm fabulous," I purred, laying back onto the couch, stretching out like a satisfied cat. My breasts rose as my body arched, my nipples hardening again as the cool air brushed across them. I smiled, watching him watch me. "Can I get YOU something?" I asked, devilishly.

"Like what?" He was good at being coy.

"Oh, I dunno. What are you thinking about right now?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"I can't stop wondering what it'd be like to have your lips wrapped around my cock." 

This was obviously my cue. 

I slid down off the couch, my skirt still up around my waist and my tits still uncovered, and dropped to my knees. I grabbed his belt and began unbuckling it. "Well, wonder no more," I said with a wink. My libido had COMPLETELY taken over at this point...I think I left my morals and virtue in the alleyway that morning.

Tom laid back against the couch and smiled down at me, lifting up his hips to help me pull his pants down to his ankles. When his hard cock popped upward, I just stared at it for a minute. I couldn't believe it...it was perfect! I never once in my life thought about a cock being lovely, but his definitely was...the perfect size, the perfect shape, the perfect width, the perfect length. Suddenly, I NEEDED to suck him. 

I wasted no time. I bent down and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He moaned in relief as he stared down, watching my every move. Holding him there between my teeth, I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock and watched as his eyes lit up with delight. Never breaking my gaze from his, I leaned back, letting his cock fall from my lips. He looked momentarily disappointed...until, that is, he felt my tongue ever so slowly begin to lick down his shaft. As I flicked my tongue across the taut skin of his cock, I could feel him harden even further. When I got to the base of his dick, I licked downward even further to his balls. Lapping lightly across his balls, I couldn't help but smile as he groaned and closed his eyes. I sucked one past my lips, attentively licking and sucking it, then the other joined and I rolled them both off my tongue, finally pulling my head back and letting them fall from my lips altogether. "God yes, LoreLai, yesssssssss," he hissed. I'd never seen a man look more turned on than he did at that moment...or more sexy for that matter.

I licked my way back up his now harder than hard shaft. I flicked my tongue across that sweet spot there in the front, making him flinch. I giggled as my tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. "Damn, you have the sexiest mouth ever," he moaned. His forehead had become a little sweaty and he'd loosened his tie. 

"Do I?" I asked, coyly.

"Fuck yes...now show me what you can do with it...."

Without hesitation, I SLAMMED my mouth down over his cock, taking him not only into my mouth, but even into my throat. I was practically swallowing the tip of his cock. He tasted delicious. I felt a little bit of his precum slide down my throat. Mmmmm. I closed my lips around the base of his cock...even dug my teeth in ever so slightly. I licked my tongue all around his shaft...and just held him there. Not sucking him, not moving. I could see he was getting frustrated...wanting more. I laughed inwardly, this was just how I wanted him. Soon, he began to move his hips against my mouth. I pushed him down, stopping him. "Please, Lore, please...."

Our eyes locked. He had the biggest puppy-dog eyes. He was even panting, for fuck's sake. I couldn't bear to torture him. I curled my hot, full lips around him and began to pull back...very, very slowly. "Yesssssssssss...."

My tongue swirled beneath his shaft and my lips stayed taut all around him. I could feel him harden even more. My teeth scraped him every so often. I was catching every nerve on his cock...I could feel him coming alive in my mouth. 

I finally reached the head once more...swirled my tongue around it, watching him. He was fidgeting, panting...he looked desperate to cum. Who was I to deny him such pleasure? Without prolonging any further, I SLAMMED my mouth down over him once more and began taking him in and out of my mouth. My head was bobbing up and down over him. I was still licking around his shaft as I sucked him. My right hand reached up and tugged his balls...I think that was his breaking point.

Tom grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth off his dick. He jerked my head towards him as he leaned forward to kiss me roughly. Before I realized what was happening, he'd picked me up off my feet and was carrying me across the room, apparently towards his desk, still kissing me hard. Just as I'd gotten my wits about me and finally began to kiss him back, he practically threw me down on top of his desk. I looked up at him and he looked like a madman...his eyes flashed with a crazy lust I'd only ever read about, he gritted his teeth as he grabbed his cock and thrust it inside me in one swift motion. I sat up, my back arched...my weight resting on my hands outstretched behind me. As he reached down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, he began fucking me hard and fast. One hand around my waist possessively, while the other held my tit to his lips. My hips were squashed between him and the desk as he rode me. 

Suddenly, he let go of my tit and sat up straight. His free hand grabbed me by the nape of my neck, forcing my head to cock to one side. To my surprise, he then sank his teeth into my neck. It was almost vampiric. He held my body tight against his as he bit me, as he came inside me. I could feel his hot cum bursting from his cock and spurting within me for the second time today. His hips slowed. His cock softened. Finally, he let go of his grip on me, both arms and teeth, and slammed his hands down on the desk on either side of me, catching himself before he fell. He nuzzled his face into my neck as he tried to calm down and catch his breath. "That...was...a...mazing...." he huffed and puffed. He looked so sweet, so vulnerable...so unlike the totally in-charge man I'd fucked in the alley that morning. I couldn't help myself...I took his face in my hands and looked into his eyes, then kissed him softly on his lips. He smiled back at me broadly. "What was that for?"

"Just because," I said with a nervous laugh. 

This was getting too intense. 

I think he sensed it as well...he pulled his now soft cock from within me and stood up, quickly pulling his pants up, zipping them, and straightening his tie. I, in turn, hopped off his desk, pulled my skirt down, re-snapped my bra, and buttoned my blouse, then tucked it in again. I knew I still looked a mess, though. 

I didn't know what to say at that point. I stood there dumbly and watched as Tom walked back towards his desk. I was afraid he was just going to sit down and continue on with work, dismissing me as though nothing had happened. I was terribly relieved, though, as I watched him reach into the pocket of his sport coat and pull out the panties that he'd kept that morning. "I suppose I should return these to their rightful owner," he said, winking at me. 

I laughed outloud. "It's ok...the rightful owner already has them," I said, winking back. 

Unfortunately, our adorable moment was interrupted with a knock on the door. Both he and I jumped. He quickly sat down at his desk, looking calm, cool, and collected once again. "Would you mind unlocking the door?"

I smiled nervously. "No problem."

I went over, unlocked the door, and opened it. I could've died right there and then. 

Jim strode across the office. Mr. Parisi, umm, Tom, stood and shook his hand. "Tom...Tom Parisi."

"Very nice to finally meet you, Mr. Parisi! I'm Jim...from accounting. I was the one who found Mr. Tindale's...umm...mistakes."

I looked wide-eyed at Jim...he never mentioned a thing to me about Mr. Tindale's theft. 

"Oh yes, we have a meeting scheduled today...Jim...Jim...." Tom looked down at his appointment book, then looked up at me, then back at him. "Jim...Parker?"




I Didn't Even Know His Name Ch. 02



I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. Instead, I did what I had to do...I walked over and stood beside Jim.

"Yes, Jim Parker...I see you've already met LoreLai," he said with a proud smile, giving me an affectionate squeeze.

"Yes, we just finished having a...meeting. So, how are you two related?"

"Oh, didn't you tell him, honey?" Jim asked me.

"I, uh, didn't, umm, get around to it," I stammered.

"She's so absent-minded! LoreLai, of course, is my wife."

"Of course," Tom said, smiling at me.

From the way Tom smiled, a mix of mischief and surprise on his face, I knew I was in for it.



I Didn't Even Know His Name Ch. 03



Later that night, just after my shower, I sat in bed with my silky lavender nightgown pulled up around my hips...applying cream to my legs from my toes up to my thighs. Jim was in his office checking email and I knew he would be coming upstairs any minute...and we'd be alone...and he'd wanna talk. I didn't know what I was going to say to him. Of course he didn't suspect a thing about what'd happened between Tom and I, but I was finding it hard to look him in the eye...it wouldn't be long before I'd have explaining to do. Sure, I felt guilty about fucking Tom while I was married to Jim, but on the other hand, I'd had the best sex of my entire life today and I wasn't going to give that up just yet.  If I confessed tonight, I knew things would have to end with Tom. Let's face it, I wasn't quite ready for that. I couldn't just give up the best sex ever without experiencing it another time or two...or five...ten if I got real lucky. 

As I began rubbing lotion onto my arms, I heard Jim coming up the stairs. He appeared in the doorway to our bedroom, leaned against the frame with a smug look on his face, and said, "Glad I checked my email before bed...I got one from Mr. Parisi."

My heart skipped a beat. "Oh? What'd he want?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Just to tell me what a valuable asset I am to the company and thank me for all my hard work."  He then swaggered towards the bed.

"That's nice, dear," I replied, continuing to rub lotion onto myself, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief.

"He also mentioned you," Jim stated as he removed his robe, pulled back the covers, and slipped into bed, naked. 

Oh fuck, I thought. "Me?"

"Yeah he said you, too, were an asset to the company, blah blah blah...anyway, he wants to get me a promotion! Can you believe it? I haven't even been there a year yet and already I'll be department head!"

I breathed another sigh of relief and gave another stardard, "That's nice, dear." I set my lotion bottle down on my nightstand, then crawled underneath the covers. I was barely lying flat on my back when Jim mounted me. He rolled his body onto mine and didn't say a word as he fumbled to find his hardening cock. His very average body, his pasty skin, his plain brown hair, his shallow brown eyes...I couldn't help but lay there and notice how average he was, especially compared to Tom. Finally, he slipped his below average, slighly misshapen cock inside me. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to connect with him. It felt wrong to be fucking my own husband...or should I say, to get fucked by my own husband since I just laid there. 

With his arms holding up his body weight over me and his cock the only part of his body touching mine, Jim began pounding away at my cunt. In, out. In, out. Every now and then, he'd utter, "Ya like that, donchya?" or "I'm fuckin' you good now." My stomach began to lurch.

Finally, to my relief, Jim unloaded his cock inside me and abruptly rolled back over to his side of the bed. "You masturbate today?"

"What??" I asked, looking over at him.

"Did you use that big dildo I bought you or what? You felt really loose."

"Oh, ummm, yeah. I used it in the shower tonight."

"Oh, okay," he said, giving me a quick peck on my lips, then rolling away from me. "G'night honey." 

Within minutes, he was snoring. I, then, reached underneath the covers, my hand snaking downward past my belly, between my thighs. I spread my legs wide and shoved a finger inside myself, pulling some of my wetness mixed with Jim's cum upward towards my clit. I used both thumbs to spread my pussy lips wide. I began rubbing in hard, fast circles over my clit with my index finger. It quickly swelled. I'd been left to get myself off like this without Jim's help for over a year now, but at least tonight I had someone very tangible to fantasize about. I thought about Tom, about our encounter in that alleyway and I came within seconds...almost too fast, really. As I rolled my hips upward against my hands, my cum flowed from my body...dripped down my thighs and onto the sheets. I let out a deep sigh as I rolled over and felt my thigh hit the wet spot I'd just made. What had I gotten myself into?

****

The next morning, I met Sara for coffee before work. I'd already gotten my coffee and found a table when she arrived. She nodded to me, got her coffee, then, as she sat down with me, she asked, "Fuck anybody on the way here today?"

"Har-dee-har-har," I laughed begrudgingly, rolling my eyes.

"Seriously, Lore, what're you gonna do?"

"What do you mean?"

"How long are you gonna let this go on? More importantly, when are you leaving Jim?"

"Who said anything about leaving Jim?"

"C'mon, it's overdue. He's so wrong for you. He's a kissass workaholic who you're not even attracted to. Besides, what kinda man gives up on making his own wife cum?" 

"Tell me whatchya really think why don't ya!" I laughed. Sara was always so brash...and so right.

"You should go for Tom. You two would be hot together."

"Do I hafta remind you that he's our BOSS?"

"Didn't stop you yesterday afternoon!"

"Yeah, but--" Before I could finish making an excuse for myself, my cell phone rang. "One sec," I told her as I answered it...Jim's cell number had popped up on my screen. "Hi, honey, what's up?"

"Lore, hey, we need to talk."

"Jim, what's going on? Is everything ok?"

"Ummm, yeah, I need to talk to you, though. Dinner tonight ok? At Silvio's?"

"Sounds good. About 6 p.m.?"

"Perfect. See you there."

I snapped my phone closed and Sara immediately asked, "What was that all about?"

"Jim just said he wanted to talk tonight."

"What do you think that's all about? Do you think he knows?"

"About Tom and I? No way. Jim's always such a drama queen. He always takes me to Silvio's when he wants to buy a new car or something."

Sara laughed. "Yeah, you DEFINITELY need a new man. One who'll pay more attention to your clit than to his car."

"Are you done yet? Can we go?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"If you fuck a guy on our way to work this morning, can I watch this time?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, Sara!" I laughed as I got up out of the booth and marched towards the door.

****

Sara and I walked into the office a few minutes later, coffee in hand, to discover Valerie putting some of the personal items from her desk into a box. She was crying. I didn't even think Valerie was capable of emotion, especially one that displayed such...vulnerability. "Val, what's wrong?" Sara asked.

"I've been fired," she said matter-of-factly as she quickly wiped away her tears. 

"What for?" I asked.

"Well, I THOUGHT I was doing what I was supposed to...being a good secretary. I'm the best damn executive secretary in this town!" she yelled, displaying more emotion than I'd ever seen out of her.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" Sara inquired.

"Mr. Tinsdale...I kinda...well...I helped him."

"What do you mean you helped him? You stole, too?!"

"No! Don't you dare try to damage my reputation, you little twits! I didn't see a dime of that money! I just did as I was told!"

Tom walked out of his office a few feet away. "Keep your voice down, Valerie. Your severance check is ready for you downstairs...you can pick it up on your way out."

Valerie huffed, grabbed her box and her coat, then pushed past Sara and I on her way to the elevator. "Fuck all of you!"

The three of us just watched her leave. Sara and I turned back around and looked at Tom. "I knew she was trouble from the minute I met her," he said, shaking his head.

"Bitch and a half," Sara added. We all just kind of stood there in an uncomfortable silence for several seconds. Finally, Sara spoke again. "Anywho, I'ma go get started."

"I'll be right behind you," I told her. I wanted a moment alone with Tom, though I wasn't sure what I was going to say.

"Actually, no LoreLai, you won't."

"What??" Sara and I asked in unison.

Tom realized what we thought he was saying. "No, no, no, of course I'm not firing you, Lore. I was hoping you'd be my new executive secretary. More pay...more responsibility...more...benefits." He said "benefits" very slowly, very smoothly. I knew JUST what he was referring to. "Come into my office so we can discuss it," he said, walking inside. 

Sara gave me a wink as I followed him in, shutting the door behind me. He and I had a lot to talk about besides the executive secretary position. As much as I wanted the "benefits" he had to offer, I knew I couldn't keep doing this. I was feeling more and more guilty since I'd woken up that morning. I kept thinking about Jim. He might not be perfect, but he was still my husband. Until he and I decided to split up, I had to try to be faithful to him. I owed him that much. 

Tom took a seat behind his desk. "Sit down," he said. I walked across his office and quickly sat in one of the two modern black leather chairs positioned in front of his sturdy, oak desk...the very desk he'd fucked me on yesterday. "So? Are you interested?"

"That's a generous offer, but--"

He cut me off before I could start. "No buts, LoreLai...." Tom stood up and came around to the front of the desk. He leaned against it and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "You're organized, intelligent, punctual."

"Punctual?! I was 45 minutes late to work yesterday!" I laughed.

"You weren't late...we were...in a meeting," he said with a wink.

I felt myself blush. "So when you say 'benefits'...you mean what? 401K?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, that too," he answered, smiling.

"Tom, I can't."

"Of course you can be my secretary. You're perfect for the job."

"No, I mean...the benefits."

"Yesterday wasn't hot enough for you?"

"God no, it's not that. It's just that...well...I'm married."

Without hesitation, Tom said, "And?"

"And I can't cheat on my husband...again."

"LoreLai, please," Tom said, kneeling in front of me. His hands travelled up my legs. I was ready to give into him, I so wanted to, but I stopped myself. I grabbed his hands just before they went up my skirt.

"Stop."

"LoreLai...."

"I can't."

"I'm not asking...I'm TELLING you. You're going to be my new secretary."

"Fine, but sans certain benefits."

Tom sprung up from the floor and grabbed my arm roughly, jerking me out of the chair. He turned me around promptly and bent me over the desk, pinning me to it with his strong arm and kicking my legs out with his own, forcing them wider. I felt as though I were being arrested, not having a discussion about a job offer. The first emotion that rose within me was anger...I'd never before been treated this way. "Let go of me!" I yelled.

Suddenly, though, I felt my skirt get pushed up around my waist. Before I could scream again for him to stop, Tom planted his hand over my mouth. "Quiet," he demanded, but then he suddenly softened. "Lore, baby, I understand you have morals...I honestly like that about you...." He began fumbling with his belt, then I heard his pants drop to the floor as he continued. "...but, you see, I need you. I need you as my secretary because I know I can trust you and I need you as my lover...." he bent down and whispered against my ear, "...because you're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I always get what I want LoreLai, honey, and what I want...what I NEED is you." 

And with that, he pushed my panties to one side and shoved his perfect cock inside me in one swift motion. I moaned loudly against his hand. For fuck's sake, it was like his cock was made for my cunt. Just feeling the way he filled me made me wanna cum. He didn't move at first, though...he just stayed inside me, letting his cock swell against the walls of my cunt. Finally, he took some of his body weight off of me and removed his hand from my mouth...he knew I wouldn't protest at this point. He put his hands on either side of my body, palms flat on his desk, and slowly pulled his cock out of me. I arched my body up a bit...just as I made it up to my elbows, though, he SLAMMED his dick back inside me really hard making me fall flat back onto the desk. He then grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing me to arch back against him. He brought my ear up towards his mouth and whispered, "You love me fucking you as much as I love doin' it? Hmmm?"

"Yes," I answered breathlessly.

"Mmmmm," he moaned. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse and reached into my bra with his large hands, pulling my tits out over the top of the cups. He manhandled them...pinching the nipples and mauling them as he continued slamming his dick in and out of my wetter than wet pussy. He held me there against his chest as he fucked me. The way he was abusing my breasts, the way he forced my body into a deep arch, the way his cock pistoned through my cunt with every thrust...it was the most painful pleasure I'd ever felt in my entire life. Just when I didn't think I could get any more turned on, Tom's hand left my right nipple and found my clit. He spread my pussy lips slightly and put two fingers over my clit...rubbing it hard and fast as he bit my neck. My body immediately began to shake. "Give yourself to me," he whispered, but it didn't matter...I already had. I shook and moaned as my cum overtook my body. I could feel my cum pouring out of me, coating his fingers as well as his cock. "That's it, baby, that's it," he said as he slowed his thrusting. His tone changed from aggressive to sensitive in a heartbeat. He held me tight against him until the last shiver left my body.

"Did you cum good, sweetheart?" he asked.

"God, yes," I purred.

"Good...my turn!" Just as he'd gone from aggressive to sensitive only moments beforehand, he went back to aggressive just as expeditiously. He ripped his cock from within my body, grabbed a handful of my hair, and forced me onto my knees at his feet. Before I could protest, Tom shoved his cock into my mouth and down my throat. He held tight onto my hair with both hands, not allowing me to move as he fucked my mouth. I held my lips tight around his cock, licked all around his shaft as he moved in and out of my mouth swift and rough. I gagged as I felt his cock repeatedly slam against the back of my throat. He boorishly forced my head to bob up and down on his cock. I'd never been used like this...it turned me the fuck on. 

"Show me those tits...pinch your nipples as hard as I was earlier...do it, bitch," he growled. Immediately, even more turned on than before, I lifted my heavy breasts in my hands and held them up so he could see them. "That's it," he moaned. He watched intently as I took my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pinched them, forcing them hard. "Harder," he demanded. I pinched them harder until they truly hurt...my cunt had never been so wet. 

Tom, still holding a huge handful of my hair, held my head still as he face fucked me as hard as he could. His cock slammed into the back of my throat over and over again. He was staring at my mouth as I looked up at him...then our eyes locked. "Oh godddddddddd," he moaned just as I felt the first bit of a huge load of cum slide onto my tongue. I could taste him as he flooded my mouth and I, in turn, swallowed as fast as I could. I kept swallowing as his hips began to slow. We never took our eyes off each other as I milked him dry. 

Finally, Tom let his softening cock fall from my lips and let go of his grip on my hair. His hand moved down and brushed my cheek. I was surprised when he subsequently kneeled down onto the floor with me. His hands went to my face and he looked straight into my eyes, suddenly very serious. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shook my head "no". 

"Did you enjoy me getting rough with you?" he asked, smiling.

I smiled back, shaking my head "yes".

"So does that mean you'll take the job...with benefits?"

Again, I shook my head "yes".

"You, Ms. LoreLai, are by far the sexiest, most amazing woman I've ever met as long as I've lived," he said, kissing me tenderly on the forehead. He then got up off his knees, helping me up to stand beside him. This time he kissed me gently on the lips.


We promptly gathered ourselves together, redressing, doing our best to appear presentable to the rest of the office. Tom went and sat behind his desk once more as I used his mirror to reapply my lipstick. "So, you go ahead and get settled in Val's old desk, sweetie, and I'll show you which projects I'd like you to concentrate on later."

"Yes sir, Mr. Parisi," I said, smiling at him.

He winked at me. "Oh, hey, I've gotta work late tonight so how about dinner? Italian maybe?"

"Sorry, Jim asked me to dinner tonight already...he says he needs to talk to me."

"Oh, ok," Tom said, sounding downright disappointed. 

I walked over to his desk and bent down to whisper in his ear. "I'd much rather be dining with you than my own husband, I assure you."

"Lore?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm crazy about you." 

I was shocked. I didn't expect such of show of interest from him. I answered in the most honest way I could. "I'm crazy about you, too," I told him, kissing him lightly on the lips before going back into business mode. "Ok, Mr. Parisi, sir, I'll be out here if you need me."

"One more thing...."

"Yes?"

"You tell that husband of yours to enjoy dinner tonight because this new position requires you to work a LOT of late nights," Tom said with a wink.

I laughed out loud. "Will do...sir."

****

I arrived at Silvio's promptly at 6 p.m. to find Jim already there. He was sitting off to the side, waving at me frantically which was quite unnecessary since the restaurant wasn't too busy. It wasn't, afterall, a Friday or a Saturday night. I kissed his cheek, then sat down in the booth across from him, wondering to myself how I was going to get through this dinner without looking him in the eye. Maybe I could talk directly to his ear and he wouldn't notice. 

The waiter came over and took our order, then disappeared leisurely into the kitchen. I looked over at Jim, who was fiddling with his napkin. He looked nervous. How fucking expensive was this new car he wanted anyhow?

"So...what's up?" I asked, bluntly, ready to hear "what a good deal" this car was going to be.

You could've knocked me over with a feather after what came next. Here I was expecting Jim to ask permission for a new car. This is what I got instead:

"I'm in love."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm having an affair...and I love her."

"Her? Her who?!" I asked, raising my voice.

"Her name's Monica...she works in the legal department."

I racked my brain, trying to picture her. "The new chick that came in a couple months ago? Monica Tendesky? The blonde with the small tits?"

"I like her tits!" he blurted, defending his mistress from his wife. 

I'd spent the last couple of days fucking another man...nonetheless, I felt my eyes welling up. I hadn't wrapped my mind around the concept of divorce quite yet...and I certainly didn't expect this. I quickly wiped my eyes, but the tears began rolling down my cheeks. 

"Lore, I'm sorry," he said, softly. 

"Whatever, Jim," I sniffled. Then I thought about Tom and how he was going to be working at the office late tonight alone. I had the biggest urge to run to him and tell him what was happening, even though it was probably not a good idea. 

"She and I want to move in together once she tells her husband that it's over, so I will probably move out pretty soon."

I gave my eyes one more quick wipe, then scooted out of the booth and stood up. "Good riddance," I said, then marched out of the restaurant and got in my car. I sat in silence for a few minutes and absorbed the shock of it all. Then, I did what any sensible woman would do...I called a locksmith and had the locks changed at the house. After giving him my address, credit card number, and telling him where to find a key, I suddenly felt better. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I then hung up the phone and drove towards the office.




I Didn't Even Know His Name Ch. 03



****

I stood in the doorway and watched Tom typing away for a few minutes at his computer. I'd begun crying again and really didn't want to speak until I gathered myself together. But then Tom let out a big huff and glanced in my direction. "Lore? What're you doing here? Is everything ok?" He stood up and walked towards me. 

"No!" I said, bursting into tears again. In a flash, he cradled me against his chest and guided me over to his leather sofa. We sat down together and he brushed my hair from my eyes, wiping away my tears with his thumbs. 

"Baby, what happened?"

I looked up at him, but couldn't talk, so I just kissed him...passionately. I had all these mixed emotions. I knew, though, that I needed Tom inside me right then. Tom knew it, too, without me having to say a word. He kissed me back lovingly, and pulled me onto his lap. I was straddling him as he unbuttoned my blouse and kissed the tops of my breasts...kissed up my chest...up my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight to me. I could feel his cock harden against my thigh.

Tom pulled my blouse down my arms, then off...next came my bra. I, in turn, began undressing him...discarding his tie and dress shirt onto the floor. I went straight for his belt next...unbuckling it, unzipping him, and pulling out his hard cock. Meanwhile, he ripped my panties away from my body and tossed them into the growing heap of clothing on the floor. I lowered my body down over his cock. He guided himself gently inside me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me to him tightly. As he buried his face between my tits and kissed them, I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head as I began to ride him. I never wanted to leave that couch.

I was overcome with emotion...anger towards Jim, love towards Tom. The more I thought about everything, the harder I rode him. Tom moved his mouth to my right nipple as he continued to stroke my back. My hips began slamming up and down over his cock...my nails digging into his back. His sucking turned into biting. I threw my head back and moaned. His hands moved to my waist and he pushed me down over his cock as hard as he could then looked up at me. I looked back down at him. Our eyes locked and we said a million things to each other without saying a word. Our foreheads lightly touched as our bodies united. His hips thrust feverishly up into mine as mine drove down onto his. I could feel his hot breath against my lips. Before I knew it, we were gripping each other tight, cumming in unison. I could feel his cum spurting inside me, warming my belly as I shivered through my own orgasm. I collapsed onto his chest...spent both emotionally and physically. Tom brought his arms around me and held me close. 

We laid there for several minutes as our bodies came down from our orgasms. I sobbed. Not only about what had happened with Jim, but because of Tom, too. He was being so sweet, so gentle with me. I felt like maybe he really did care about me, which scared the hell out of me...especially since I was falling in love with him.

"Sweetie...talk to me," he finally whispered.

I sat up, trying to dry my eyes. He took my hands in his and looked into my bloodshot, tear-stained eyes. "Talk to me," he requested again.

"Jim...he...."

"Is he ok?"

"Yeah...he's leaving."

"What do you mean leaving? Leaving YOU?!"

I shook my head "yes".

"You've GOT to be kidding me!" 

" 'fraid not."

"Why?!"

"He's in love."

"With who?"

"Monica from the legal department."

Tom's eyes grew wide. "Monica Tendesky?!?!" 

"That's the one." Tom looked stunned...and anger started to flood his face. "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know how to say this...." Tom started.

"Just say it...."

"Monica...is...is," he began stuttering.

"Monica is what?!" I yelled, becoming frustrated.

"Monica's my wife!"



I Didn't Even Know His Name Ch. 04



"You're MARRIED?!" I screamed, stumbling to remove myself from his lap. I knew how very hypocritical I was being at that moment, but I didn't care. I couldn't believe he didn't tell me he was married...ESPECIALLY after he found out about Jim.

"Yes, but it hasn't been going well for awhile now," he stated calmly, just sitting there as I reached down and quickly began gathering my clothes, starting to redress. "Lore, stop. Calm down so we can talk about this."

"Calm down? Calm DOWN?!" I yelled as I slipped my bra over my shoulders.

"Yes, please."

"I hardly think this is the time to be calm!"

"LoreLai, just listen to me...."

I had my bra and blouse back on now and was pulling my skirt up trying to gain control of the situation. I was becoming more and more confused, though, as I tried to put the pieces together in my head. "Monica's last name is Tendesky! What the hell is up with that?!"

"She refused to change her last name when we got married...she's big into women's lib. Look, it doesn't matter."

"If it doesn't matter, then why the hell didn't you just tell me?!"

"For the same reason you didn't tell me about Jim, I suppose."

"That was different!"

"How?"

"That was when we first met...before I...."

"Before you what?"

"It doesn't fucking matter now!"

"LoreLai, please, we can work this out. Let's not make this into a big issue."

"Big issue? You don't think the fact that you hid your marriage from me is a big issue?!?!"

"I didn't hide it from you!"

"You didn't tell me about it either!"

"Well, you weren't exactly saying 'no' to me in that alleyway yesterday! Nor did you say 'no' to me later that day here in my office! And you certainly didn't tell me about Jim...I found out about him accidentally!"

Damn him, he had a point, but I didn't care. I irrationally continued on. "Well, after you did find out about Jim, you should've told me about Monica!"

"What difference would it have made?!"

"I wouldn't...I wouldn't have...."

"You wouldn't have what?"

I was out of arguments and I didn't want to finish that statement, so I said what any logical adult would say in that situation. "FUCK YOU, TOM!"

Then, I stormed out of his office. 

As I drove towards home, I cried. Not in the way I cried when I left the restaurant earlier, oh no...this was much worse. I could handle my marriage ending, but being estranged from a guy I'd been fucking for the last two whole days was torturous. Nothing was making sense, but I still didn't care...I was just trying to fight back tears long enough to make it home without killing myself.

I pulled into the driveway several minutes later only to find Jim sitting on the front steps. I'd had the locks changed, so he wasn't able to get into the house. I was so not in the mood for this right now. After parking and gathering my things, I exited the car and walked towards him, towards the front door. 

"You had the locks changed?!" Jim screamed as he stood up.

"Fuck you, Jim," I said calmly as I reached under the bush to the left of the doorway to find the new key the locksmith had left for me. I pushed past him and walked up to the door. 

"I want to get my stuff!"

"I'm not in the mood for this tonight. You can get your stuff tomorrow," I said as I opened the door to my house and stepped inside.

"And just where the hell am I s'posed to go?!"

I turned around and looked at him coldly. "I don't know, Jim...why don't you go to Mr. Parisi's house?"

"Why the fuck would I go there?"

"To see your girlfriend, perhaps?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Why would Monica be at Mr. Parisi's house?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"Monica's husband...ya know, AKA Mr. Parisi."

"What?! No! That's not possible!"

In my most inappropriate moment of the night, I burst out laughing. It was all coming together now. Jim never realized who Monica was married to! I was glad to be the one to break it to him.

"What're you laughing about, you silly bitch?!"

"This is just too funny...you're fucking Parisi's wife and don't even know it!" My laughter continued as Jim got more and more infuriated.

"Just how would you know that Monica is married to Mr. Parisi?"

"He told me," I answered, finally calming down enough to carry on a conversation.

"Oh, so he just blurted it out for no reason?"

"No, there was a reason."

"And that was?"

"Because...I told him you were fucking her."

"You DIDN'T!"

"I did," I said with a smile.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!"

"Well, after he and I got done fucking in his office tonight, I told him you were leaving me for Monica Tendesky, then he mentioned he was married to her, and then...." I paused and looked up at Jim. He was just standing there dumbly, staring at me, his jaw practically dropped to the ground. "Actually, ya know what? It doesn't fucking matter at this point. I'm tired. I've had a really long day. I don't care where the hell you sleep tonight, Jim, but if you want your stuff, it'll be here on the porch tomorrow morning. Come by to get it then," I said as I used my last ounce of strength to shut the door in his face and drag myself upstairs to take a shower. 

****

One week later...

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't bare to face Tom the following day and I certainly didn't want to deal with Jim, so I did what any sensible woman in my position would do...I went to Maui. I booked the trip when I awoke that morning and by 3:30 p.m. I was on the plane headed to paradise...alone...with my thoughts. It was either torture myself alone in paradise or actually face both Tom and Jim after all that had happened...I opted for the former, nonetheless knowing that the same problems would be there when I returned. At least by then I'd be tan. A girl can always deal with her troubles in a more reasonable fashion when her skin's all aglow.

So, I returned to the office the following Wednesday morning prepared to deal with Tom, for starters. I dressed in a very secretarial manner and arrived early, two coffees in hand. Tom was always in the office by 7:30 a.m., so I arrived at 8 a.m...that way, we'd have time to talk before everyone else arrived. I heard him typing away at his computer, so I dropped my purse at my desk just outside his office door, took a deep breath, and headed inside. I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked up to see Mr. Kinner, Tom's boss, sitting at his desk. "Uh, Good morning, Mr. Kinner."

"Good morning! You must be LoreLai, Parisi's former secretary," he said, glancing up from the computer screen.

My heart stopped. "Former?" I'd been fired while I was away?!, I thought to myself, panicking.

"Oh, that's right, you've been on vacation and haven't heard, have you?"

"Heard what? Have I been fired?" I asked as my entire body began to tremble.

"Heavens no, dear! In fact, Tom spoke VERY highly of you before his departure."

"His departure?!"

"Yes, he and his wife transferred to the Los Angeles office late last week. He was having some difficulty adjusting here and thought it would be best."

"Oh." I was stunned. In a way, I was relieved because I wouldn't have to face him and tell him all the things I didn't want to tell him. On the other hand, though, I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Tom was gone and it was over. Everything was over. He and Monica had apparently reconciled and went to L.A. to begin their life together again...without Jim and I serving as distractions. 

My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Kinner began speaking once more. "We should have a new manager coming in on Friday. A fella from Houston by the name of Richards. You'll be working for him."

"Yes sir," I answered, dumbly looking off into space.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

I was lost in my thoughts and really didn't understand the most simple question at that moment. "Huh?" 

"The coffee...is that for me?"

"Oh, yes sir, by all means," I said, taking a step forward and depositing the coffee cup on the desk in front of him.

Mr. Kinner removed the lid and took a long swig. "Very good...thank you, Ms. Parker."

"No problem, sir."

"Look," he continued, "I know you just got back from vacation, so if you wanted to take today and tomorrow off to get settled again, that'd be fine with me."

"Are you sure, Mr. Kinner?"

"Yes, LoreLai, by all means. I can see you took very good care of Tom and I promised Mr. Parisi that you'd be taken care of in return. Take the next two days off with pay," he said with a smile. 

"Thank you. I appreciate that very much."

"Good day, Ms. Parker."

"You too, Mr. Kinner."

I left the office and went straight home to have my breakdown. I was getting better about crying while I drove, though. I didn't cry in the car...I held it in until I was all the way home. As soon as I got home, though, I shut the door behind me, leaned back against it, and burst into tears as I sagged to the ground like a rag doll. I sat there with my head in my hands and just sobbed relentlessly for several minutes. As I quieted down and began sniffling a bit, though, I heard a noise in the kitchen. I listened closely. In the next instant, I heard the refrigerator door open, then shut. Someone was in my house! I was about to jump up from the floor and find a weapon when Jim appeared in the doorway between the foyer and kitchen. "What're you doin' here?" he asked as he took a huge bite from a sandwich.

"I'm taking two more days off. Tom's replacement isn't arriving until Friday," I answered as I wiped my tears away and stood up.

"He and Monica moved to L.A.," he said as he chewed.

"I heard. By the way, what're you doin' in my house?"

"I live here, too."

"Not anymore you don't!"

"It's your fault Tom and Monica left, ya know. It wasn't Monica's idea to move, it was Tom's and she had no choice but to go along with it. I lost my girlfriend thanks to you. I'm certainly not going to be homeless thanks to you, too, so get the fuck over it," he said matter-of-factly, taking another huge bite of his sandwich. "I'll be in the guest room if you need me," he informed me through a mouthful of food as he walked into our downstairs guest area and slammed the door shut. 

The next couple of weeks were hell. Mr. Richards, my new boss, was a real asshole. Not only did he keep me late every night to do mundane paperwork, but during the day I was his errand girl...picking up his dry cleaning, having his car detailed, taking his dog to the vet. I think he believed secretary meant psuedo-wife...at least until he could find someone to marry him again. 

Life at home wasn't any better, either. Jim and I still lived together, but we didn't speak. He became even more of a pig than when we were married...leaving his dirty socks everywhere, open peanut butter jars and dirty knives on the kitchen countertop. He'd even walk around naked sometimes, which, at this point, grossed me out. I didn't find him attractive in the least bit anymore...in fact, I'd begun to despise him. 

One Friday night, Mr. Richards actually let me go home early. I was glad to be pulling into my driveway around 8 p.m. for a change. I was even more glad when I arrived home to find the house empty. Jim was out for the night, apparently, and that suited me just fine. After a nice long, hot shower, I just threw on a robe then started doing a few chores. I cleaned up after Jim a bit, did a little dusting and vacuuming, then began sorting the laundry. I was feeling generous and decided to throw in some of his laundry too while I was at it. By the time I'd sorted everything, there was about 5 loads to do. I guess I was going to have to make a night of it.

I was folding load number four when Jim returned home. He came in through the back door just off the kitchen, right near where I was standing. It'd been raining out all night and he was soaking wet. I watched as he began stripping off his clothes and discarding them onto the kitchen floor. "I hope you're not planning to leave those there," I said over my shoulder as I continued to fold laundry. I saw Jim jump out of the corner of my eye...he hadn't realized I was standing there.

"Whaf err ou doin'?" he slurred. Oh great, he was drunk. 

"Laundry," I answered, stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes as I heard another piece of wet clothing hit the floor.

"That's my shirf!" he yelled, pointing.

I looked up to see one of his dress shirts hanging on the rod above my head. "I'm doing your laundry, too."

"Why?" 

I could hear him walking over to the laundry area. "I dunno, I just did."

Suddenly, I could feel him close to me...too close. I continued to fold the laundry, acting unphased. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. 

"Why?"

"I just did, ok?!"

"You're such a bitch," he growled into my ear.

"Nice...reallll nice, Jim. I'm doing YOUR laundry, minding my own goddamn business, just to have you come home drunk and call me a bitch. That's just what I fucking need right now."

He was now so close to me that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "I can't fucking stand you." He was getting mean, but at least he sounded a little more sober than I'd originally thought.

"The feeling is mutual, I assure ya."

He leaned his body weight against me, pinning me between himself and the washer. "No, I mean I HATE you."

"Get off of me! You're gonna get me all wet!"

Suddenly, Jim grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head to the side. "You ain't even seen wet, you little fucking slut...."

I was stunned when he pushed me down flat onto the washer and wedged his knee between my legs, forcing me to spread them wide. Before I had time to respond, I felt Jim lift the back of my robe, revealing my naked ass, and shove two fingers into my cunt without missing a beat. I was in shock! I couldn't believe he was doing this to me! "Stop! Fucking let go of me!"

"Oh, wow, you really ARE already wet! You little slut! You been usin' that big dildo again?"

"Tom moved, remember?" I growled angrily. 

Jim laughed, only to respond by RAMMING his fingers harshly inside me. He began fucking me with them hard and swift...all the while, keeping his weight on top of me. I tried to push myself up off the washer with no luck. I couldn't budge. 

"You're such a fucking slut, ya know that?"

"Get off me!"

"How many men have you been fucking? Hmmm? I know it wasn't just Tom...."

"Get...OFF...OF...ME! NOW!"

Suddenly, Jim ripped his fingers from within me. I felt him shift above me slightly. Still holding a fistful of my hair, he jerked my head to the side once more. "I despise you, you fuckin' bitch," he gnarled through gritted teeth. "You're such a fuckin' slut...a fuckin' whore if I've ever seen one." 

And in the next instant, I felt Jim force his average, half-hard cock inside my admittedly soaking wet cunt. I started to struggle harder, flailing my arms. I think I managed to elbow him in the chest, but it didn't seem to have much effect. "Stop it, asshole! Let go of me!" I screamed, to no avail.

He really started fucking me hard. He'd never fucked me that way when we were together as a couple, not ever. In fact, Jim was the type of guy to schedule sex and even then it was "wham, bam, thank you ma'am". Hatred must've really brought out the animal in him. Then again, I'd never hated anyone so much in all my life as much as I hated Jim at that moment. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. At the same time, though, I was turned on. That fact in itself angered me even further. 

"I fucking hate you! You're a pathetic, worthless cunt!" he grunted, fucking me with even more gusto, using my hair like reins to gain leverage.  

"I hate you more!" I screamed defiantly in return. I pushed upward again, making a little progress. I'd managed to push myself up off the washer a bit. I thought maybe I was going to be able to get away, but I was mistaken. When I finally managed to push myself up a bit, Jim reached around me and grabbed handfuls of my tits which had fallen out of my now open robe. He began tugging on my nipples hard as he pounded away at my cunt. His fingertips sank into my breasts as he pawed them. He forced my body up into an arch. I had no choice but to lean backwards into him. As I did, he bit my shoulder. 

That should've pissed me off even further...and I guess, in a way it did, but no one told that to my cunt. A flood of sensations that I couldn't control overtook my body. I was sent over the edge and had no chance to stop it. I came...hard, abruptly...right there and then as my soon-to-be ex-husband raped me. 

"Fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" I shouted as my cunt spasmed and creamed all over his cock. My entire body shook in orgasm. I'd never had such angry, hate-filled sex before...it both turned me on and disgusted me to no end.  

"Oh god," he moaned. His fingers pinched harder at my nipples as he yelled, "Bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I could feel him unload inside my body. His hot cum warmed my belly. 

We both just laid there against the washer for a minute, panting. Finally, Jim eased his weight off of me and stood up straight. He then pulled his softening cock from within me, turned around, and walked out of the kitchen without another word. I heard the guest room door slam shut moments later. 

I picked the belt from my robe up off the floor and went upstairs to my bedroom, leaving the laundry unfolded and all the lights in the house on. I needed another shower before bed and I wanted to get to sleep before I had time to think about what had just happened.

Over the course of the next few weeks, neither Jim nor I addressed what went on between us that night in the laundry room. In fact, we didn't even speak to each other...not a word. We simply went about our lives, separately. Honestly, it wasn't all that different from actually being married to the bastard...except that it was nice having the bed all to myself. 

I arrived at work one morning to find my new boss, Mr. Richards, running around his office, panicked. "Mr. Richards? What's wrong?"

"Oh, LoreLai, thank goodness you're here! I've made a big mistake! I can't believe I'd forgotten!"

"Forgotten what, sir?" I asked, not thinking a thing of it. It wasn't all that uncommon for Mr. Richards to panic.

"The company dinner! It's in L.A. THIS Saturday! I haven't booked us hotel rooms or airline tickets! Nothing! My suits need to go to the cleaners...oh, and we'll need a car rental. And I don't want a silly Dodge Neon or anything...make sure you book us a Mercedes or something."

"Us?" I inquired, knowing he wasn't currently married. I thought perhaps he had a date in mind or something.

"Well, of course you're going with me, Ms. Parker. I'll need an assistant while I'm in L.A.," he stated matter-of-factly as if I should of known I'd be going to L.A. with him. Mr. Richards finally quit pacing his office frantically, sat down, and picked up the phone. "I'll book the airline tickets now and call the corporate office to tell them I'll need two tickets to the dinner...you might as well join me at the dinner since you're going to be there anyway. You book the hotel rooms and the car rental, then run over to my house, pick up my suits, and drop them off at the cleaners. Extra starch on the shirts this time. Oh, and go into my closet and grab my tux...it could use a dry cleaning as well."

"Yes sir," I said, exiting his office and sitting down at my desk to begin making the reservations. My heart began to flutter in my chest. I couldn't believe I was going to L.A. this weekend. I'd resigned myself to never seeing Tom again as long as I lived. I knew, though, that he'd be at the dinner. Just the possibility of laying eyes on him again sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced and I began to get very excited as I picked up the phone to make the calls. 

Just as I hung up the phone a few minutes later, Sara stopped by my desk and set down a cup of coffee from our favorite coffee shop. "I thought someone should bring you coffee for a change," she said with a laugh. 




I Didn't Even Know His Name Ch. 04



"Ladies room...now," I said, standing up and walking very quickly towards the restroom. She knew that I meant business and followed close behind me. 

When we arrived inside, I turned to face her. "What's up? Is everything ok? Did something else happen with Jim?"

"You're not going to believe this. I can't believe this." I said, feeling myself shake excitedly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Richards is making me go to the company dinner with him this weekend."

"So?"

"In L.A.!"

"No way!"

"I know I'm gonna see him. What the hell am I gonna say?!"

"Ohmygod! We've GOT to go shopping!"

"Oh yeah, what the hell am I gonna wear?!."

"Fuck, girl, we'll find you a DROP dead gorgeous dress and Parisi won't be able to take his eyes off you!"

"What if he still hates me, though?"

"Quit being such a girl! He doesn't hate you!"

"I don't know what I'm gonna say to him."

"You won't have to say much if we find you the right dress," she said with a wink.

"Sara! I'm serious!"

"So am I, darlin', so am I! Wanna shop after work today?"

"Sure!"

"Cool, I'll meet ya up front at 5 p.m."

"Thanks, Sara. I appreciate it."

"Don't worry, Lore. It's all going to work out. I have a good feeling about this," she said putting her arm around my shoulder as she gave me a reassuring smile.

"I hope you're right."

"Oh, I saw the way that man used to look at you. I KNOW I'm right!" she said, guiding me back into the office so we could both get to work.

So, after many, many preparations over the next several days, Mr. Richards and I arrived in L.A. late on Saturday afternoon. We had just enough time to get to our hotel rooms, shower and change, then get to The Crystal Ballroom at the Beverly Hills Hotel where the company dinner was slated to be held. Luckily, Mr. Richards was kind enough to realize that it would take me longer to get ready than it would himself and he offered to go get the rental car himself then come back to the hotel to pick me up. I was grateful not to be "errand girl" for a bit...especially since there wasn't much time to get ready. I dumped my bag on the bed, hung my dress up in the closet, and immediately jumped in the shower. 

In record time, just under an hour, I had my amazing gown on...a flowing white number that dipped very low in the back and a little low in the front, for that matter. My hair was in a perfect updo with a few curls lingering at my shoulders...my makeup, flawless. A few pieces of my finest diamond jewelry (not that I had much), my white Jimmy Choos, and I was ready to go. Well, at least in appearance. I was more nervous than ever about seeing Tom again. I didn't have time to think about it, though. As I applied my lipstick, there was a knock. I grabbed my clutch purse and opened the door. Mr. Richards was standing there stiffly, looking down at his watch.

"I'm ready!" I proudly stated.

He looked up and his eyes bulged. "LoreLai?!"

"Yes sir?" 

"You look...you're...wow," he said, still looking stunned.

I couldn't help but blush. Mr. Richards wasn't the type of man who gave out compliments very often. "Why thank you sir."

He held out his arm to me. I stepped out, shut my hotel room door, and took his arm, allowing him to guide me towards the elevator. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself.

We arrived at The Beverly Hills Hotel and went immediately to The Crystal Ballroom. It was a grand room unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It had an art deco air about it with spectacular chandeliers and french doors that appeared to open up to a beautiful garden area. I didn't have time to take it all in, though. Mr. Richards soon spotted a colleague on the other side of the room. "I'll have a glass of Evan Williams Black, no ice," he requested, dropping my arm and heading over to mingle. I obediently wandered over to the bar. I ordered his drink then turned around to scan the room. At that very moment, I saw a familiar face enter the room...alone. He looked so beautiful...the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His bluer than blue eyes sparkled even at a distance.  

I heard Mr. Richards' voice from the other side of the room. "Parisi! Get your ass over here!" 

Tom smiled and walked towards Mr. Richards. I watched him stride across the room so confidently. 

"Here you are, Miss," said the bartender as he slid the drink towards me, snapping me out of my trance. 

"Thanks," I answered, picking it up. I held Mr. Richards' drink in my hand and turned around. I had no choice but to deliver it and face Tom. 

I did my best to appear confident and strong as I walked over to where the small group of men were standing. Mr. Richards spotted me first. "Oh thank you dear," he said, taking the drink from me. "Tom, I think you've met this lil' gal here."

Tom, who'd been laughing and joking with another man, turned and looked in my direction. The smile fell from his face. He looked stunned. I'm not sure if he was stunned to see me in general or stunned in the way Mr. Richards had been when I'd opened my hotel room door earlier, but he certainly didn't look excited to see me. My heart sank. "Lore?"

"Hello Mr. Parisi, very nice to see you again," I said in a very calm, business-like manner. I guess my acting abilities had improved since arriving in California.

"You, too. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Mr. Richards stopped gulping his drink momentarily to step back into the conversation. "Well, she's the best assistant I've ever had, I couldn't very well leave her at home!" he said, beaming. "I'm glad you left her for me, Tom!"

"Thank you, Mr. Richards," I answered with a slight smile.

"Not to mention, she's absolutely radiant tonight," Mr. Richards continued on.

"She certainly is," Tom said, finally smiling and still staring at me. Or was he glaring? I was becoming visibly nervous. I was almost glad when Mr. Richards broke in once again, not sensing the tension between Tom and I. 

"Ms. Parker, run along and get Mr. Parisi and Mr. Bernard drinks, would you? What'll you boys have?"

"That's not necessary," Tom chided in.

"I'll have a Glenfiddich and soda, thanks," the man who I presumed to be Mr. Bernard said without missing a beat.

"Order something, Parisi...you need to loosen up a bit!" Mr. Richards said, playfully slapping him on the back as he downed the rest of his own drink.

"What can I get you, Mr. Parisi?" I asked, looking him right in the eye. Wow!, I thought to myself, I'm almost ready to be on "Days of Our Lives"! 

"I'm not sure what I'm in the mood for. If you gentlemen will excuse me, I'm going to accompany Ms. Parker to the bar to make my selection," Tom said, stepping towards me. I quickly turned and walked towards the bar with Tom on my heels.

"You kids hurry back! And, LoreLai, bring me another one of these!" Mr. Richards called out after us, holding up his empty glass.

Tom followed me to the bar where I ordered two more drinks as he pretended to look over his choices. I nervously tapped my fingernails on the bar as he scanned the bottles.

"How are you?" he asked, finally looking over at me.

"I'm good thanks, you?"

"I'm ok," he said, sounding sad. I desperately wanted to hug him, to comfort him.

"Enjoying the L.A. sun?" L.A. sun?, I thought, I sound like an idiot! 

"I've been working a lot, trying to keep busy."

"Yeah, Mr. Richards has me running errands all day and doing paperwork until late at night."

"Lore, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye."

"I'm over it," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Given my new acting abilities, I'm pretty sure nonchalance was achieved.

"I'm not," he stated outright.

"How's Monica?" I asked, changing the subject. 

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I haven't spoken to her since we arrived in L.A."

"Didn't you two move out here to work on your marriage?"

"No, we moved here to split up. She wanted to be closer to her family and I wanted to...." his voice trailed off.

"You wanted to what?"

"I don't know what I was thinking...I was stupid. I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye. Not to mention, I should've called you weeks ago."

"It doesn't matter, Tom...it's in the past."

"I think about you a lot," he whispered, looking down at the floor.

"Tom...."

"I miss you, LoreLai," he blurted, finally looking up at me. 

I pursed my lips and stared at him. The bartender interrupted before I could respond. " 'ere ya go, lassy," he said in a thick Irish accent, setting two drinks in front of me. "Wot'll it be for you?" he asked Tom.

"Martini, shaken, two olives."  

"Coming roight up!"

"I'm gonna take these drinks over," I said, picking them up off the bar.

"Can we talk later?"

"I'm sure we'll run into each other," I said with a half-hearted smile, then I turned and headed towards Mr. Richards and the small group that had now gathered around him. 

We were all seated to dinner a mere 30 minutes later. I sat to Mr. Richards' right while Tom sat to his left. Everyone politely made small talk while I listened and smiled. "So, Parisi, what brought you to L.A.?" I heard Mr. Richards ask Tom during the main course.

"It's a long story," he answered quickly.

"Is your wife adjusting well?"

"I'm sure she is since she's originally from this area, but she and I aren't together anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Did she catch you?"

"Catch me?"

"Ya know, with another woman. That's how my first and third marriages ended."

My face grew hot. I was pretty sure I was turning red. Where did my acting abilities go when I really needed them?

"Well, no, not exactly," Tom answered as he fidgeted with his napkin.

"But there IS another woman, eh?"

"There was," he paused, "but she wants nothing to do with me at this point."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll bring her 'round."

"I'm not so sure."

"Well, you're a very persuasive man, Parisi."

"I hope so because, honestly, I'm head over heels in love with her."

I was sipping on my water when Tom said it and I nearly choked to death. 

"Good lord, LoreLai, are you ok?!" asked Mr. Richards as he turned towards me.

"Ex...cuse...me," I said between coughs. 

I practically ran to the bathroom. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Tom was IN LOVE with me! Once I got to the restroom, though, I burst into tears. I was happy, don't get me wrong...ecstatic actually. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I leaned against the wall of the restroom and sobbed tears of joy. I didn't even hear the restroom door open, but I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Hey...."

I turned around to see Tom standing in the Ladies' Room. "Hey," I said with a sniffle.

"I'm sorry...please don't cry," Tom pleaded.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"What you told Mr. Richards."

"LoreLai, you know I did. I've been in love with you from the moment I laid eyes on you on that subway platform."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Tom?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, too, ya know."

Tom pulled me into his arms and kissed me like never before. The warmth of his fingers, his lips, his arms, his hardening cock seemed to course through my entire body. He took me by the hand and led me into one of the stalls. I watched as he unbuckled his tux pants and let them fall to his ankles along with his boxers, staring at me the entire time. Without a word, I hiked my skirt up as he encircled me in his arms...my legs immediately wrapped around his waist, his cock sliding effortlessly into my soaking wet pussy. I buried my face in his neck, taking a deep breath in, smelling his skin, his hair and feeling his warmth engulf me. He held me firmly against his chest as he pulled his cock ever so slowly from within me then just as slowly let it sink back inside. For the first time in weeks, I felt whole again. 

****

*SIX MONTHS LATER*

He pressed the button on the intercom system, already smiling. "LoreLai, could you come in here and take some DICKtation for me? Hmmm?" he asked, trying not to laugh. 

"Yes sir, Mr. Parisi, right away," I answered. I didn't bother picking up a pen and a pad as I walked towards his office, though...I knew he had no letter to compose. I also knew that once I stepped inside his office, I'd need to lock the door behind me, which is exactly what I did. 

"Ahhh, LoreLai, aren't we looking lovely today?" he said, sitting behind his desk, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Why thank you sir," I played along. 

"No pen? No paper? How do you expect to take DICKtation?"

"Oh, you're right, sir. I guess I should be punished, huh?" 

"Nice transition, love," Tom grinned.

Without another word, I walked over to Tom's desk, hiked my skirt up to reveal that I wasn't wearing any panties, and bent over it so that my cunt was practically in his face as he sat in his chair. Tom stood up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. "Ya know, I'm feeling generous today."

"Sir?"

"I think I know a way that you can make it up to me without having to be punished."

"I'll do anything, Mr. Parisi, just name it."

"Well, first, that blouse and bra need to come off. I always think better when I can see your tits."

Tom walked around to the front of the desk and sat down in one of the guest chairs, watching my every move. I, meanwhile, removed my blouse and bra, then bent over his desk once more, allowing my tits to sway beneath me and my taut nipples to become harder in the cool air of his office.  

"Beautiful," he whispered in sheer amazement.

"Thank you, sir," I whispered in return.

"You are by far the best secretary I've ever had, LoreLai. I really don't want to have to punish you," he said getting up from the chair and walking back around the desk. As he did, one of his fingers travelled very lightly up the length of my arm, sending shivers down my spine. His soft touch alone always drove me insane. "I will hafta teach you a lesson, though. You do understand, don't you?"

"Oh yes sir, I understand completely."

I could hear him fidgeting with his belt. "Good, because I want to keep you around, I really do. I just need you to understand that there are certain rules you must follow," he said, as he rubbed his rigid cock up and down my wet, swollen pussy lips. "When I ask you to do something," he paused just long enough to thrust his entire cock up my slick hole, "I need you to do it."

"Yessssss," I hissed. 

"So," he continued as he started thrusting in and out of me, making me wetter and wetter as his cock became painfully hard, "just to make sure you get the message, I should probably give you something to think about...so we're on the same page."

"Whatever you think is best, Mr. Parisi," I panted as I was getting fucked from behind and my tits were swinging out beneath me. 

"What I think is best, dear," he said as he removed himself from my pussy leaving me feeling empty and terribly needy, "is to FILL YOU UP with 'knowledge' and 'power' and TWO PINCHES of 'drive'." I heard him reach down and remove something from his desk drawer, but I didn't look...I just stayed bent over his desk, waiting for him to continue. And continue he did. "Meet 'knowledge'," he said, shoving something hard and cold inside my needy twat. In the next instance, I felt strong vibrations coming from the device as he turned it on high speed. "Now that I've filled you up with 'knowledge', I should FILL you up with 'power', don't you agree, LoreLai?"

"Oh yes sir," I moaned.

I felt something cold and greasy being rubbed on my asshole and couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. Tom let the head of his cock circle the rim of my asshole and whispered, "Here, baby, meet 'power'...." Then he pushed the head of his cock past the tight rim of my ass, inching his way into my tightest hole until he was balls deep inside. He held his cock there letting me adjust to the sense of fullness that having his cock in my ass brought as the vibrator vibrated away in my cunt. 

"And as for the TWO PINCHES of 'drive'," he continued as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and squeezing them.

"Oh fuck," I panted. 

"You're into 'knowledge', 'power', and 'drive', aren't you, darling?" he whispered beginning to pick up speed fucking my ass. As he did, the end of the vibrator inside me began hitting the top of the desk...on his down thrust, it would push up even further inside of me. I felt like I was being fucked from all angles...and, in essence, I was. 

Tom really began to lay into my ass good now. His fingers sank boorishly into my tits as though he were claiming them. The vibrator slipped from my cunt ever so slightly and as I tilted my hips up a bit, it gave Tom better access to my ass while giving the vibrator full access to vibrate against my clit. I was in sexual heaven. 

One more pinch of my nipples and two more thrusts into my ass and Tom brought my orgasm to the forefront. Before I even realized it was about to happen, I was suddenly cumming. I came harder than I've ever cum in my entire life. My pussy creamed and creamed all over "knowledge" as "power" kept drilling me from behind. I could even feel my ass contracting around Tom's dick as waves of pleasure coursed through my body from head to toe. I felt as though I was going to cum forever as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to ripple through me. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tom screamed as he unloaded his cum in my ass. He continued pinching my nipples until they hurt and pumped away at my tight hole until there was nothing left in his balls. We were still for a few moments, still locked as one.

Tom suddenly started to fall backwards into his chair, pulling me along with him, his cock still embedded in my ass. I landed on his lap, but twirled, so that my legs hung over the side of the chair. I could feel his cock still twitching inside me and it made my empty pussy throb...the vibrator had fallen out and was now laying on Tom's desk, still buzzing away. I saw Tom's eyes soften as he put one arm around my waist and the other beneath my knees. I locked my arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips as he pulled me close. 

"That was even hotter than yesterday," he whispered.

"I know," I purred.

"Did you ever think things could be like this?"

"Not in a million years."

"You really are the best SEXretary I've ever had, Mrs. Parisi."

I laughed. "Why thank you Mr. Parisi!"

Who would've thought that a chance meeting on a subway platform could turn into this! We'd only been married a month (following two quickie divorces), but I was the happiest I'd ever been in my whole life. Not only did I know Tom's name, but now I shared it! LoreLai Parisi does have a nice ring to it, donchya think?