CtrlC, CtrlV. CtrlC, CtrlV. #6
I have never been in such a situation in my life.
I have never, I mean never, given myself to any man, in such a position, on top of that in such a place.
I have never felt such desire, never let it all go like this.
I’m not thinking about the embarrassment, about the consequences, about what will happen next.
All that matters is this moment. This moment.
The overpowering feeling of an impending orgasm.
I want more, I want harder, more. Oh yes, I’m so close now…
“Don’t stop. I’m about to come.” My ragged breath steams up the glass. As my ears start rumbling, an ecstatic wave approaches…
Abruptly, Jan slips his finger out of me, and his lips stop caressing me.
The approaching wave of orgasm ebbs away into nothing! I instantly grow cold.
What the hell! I feel like tearing him apart. I’m about to explode out of frustration.
“What are you doing?” I’m about to turn around and yell at him when he pushes me against the glass with his body. His hot breath softly grazes my neck.
“You’ll come when I’m inside you.” I hear the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened and a zipper sliding. Before I have time to analyze the meaning of his words, Jan is sliding his hard cock along the entrance to my pussy, and into me fully.
Oh my! I let out a cry of delight as he fills me. It’s so big that I can feel it stretching me to the limit. I struggle to catch my breath.
“Holy shit, you’re really tight,” he growls with wild lust in his voice.
He digs his fingers into my hips, withdraws from me slightly, then plunges deep once again.
“And so hot.” He pulls out, and thrusts in.
“You are mine.” He starts to fuck me. Hard, fast, with no inhibitions.
He bounces on my buttocks, he bangs me with such passion, as if I am the fulfillment of all his sexual dreams.
It pushes me to the verge of climax. The sound of our bodies bumping against each other, his animalistic whimpers, my lustful sighs, the smell of sex, desire, and that feeling that smolders somewhere deep in my heart, presses against my ribs, mingles with the incoming wave of orgasm.
Jan unfastens my bra, embraces my breasts that are thirsty for his touch, cups them with his hands and teases my swollen nipples with his thumbs.
I arch my back, lost in the intensity of the sensations.
“Jan,” I groan unconsciously. I am higher than a kite.
A murmur of satisfaction comes from his lips.
“Again.” He pulls his hand away from my right breast and spanks my buttock. “Say my name again.”
Oh, God.
“Jan…”
He reaches down to my clitoris, caresses the sweet spot, at the same time thrusting his cock into my pussy. His lips glide along the nape of my neck, his teeth bite the skin, his fingers pull at my nipple.
It’s too much. I can’t handle so many stimuli. An ephemeral current shakes my body, a wave of orgasm hits like a tsunami.
“Jan!” All my muscles tighten, my pussy clamps down on his hard cock. Chills run through my body, my skin tingles from my head, through my shoulders, belly and the inside of my thighs, to my toes.
“Oh yes, baby. Yes.” Jan moves his hand to my neck and embraces it tightly. I feel his body shake with a shudder, followed by another. He thrusts into me, chasing the orgasm—a strong thrust, deep, disarming.
I am coming. I am swept away by ecstasy. It is so intense that never in my wildest dreams did I think it was possible to experience such an orgasm.
Astonished, I raise my eyes. I see our reflection in the glass. Jan squeezes his eyelids and tilts his head back.
“Oh fuck, Maria.” He lets out an orgasmic cry.
He tenses, and looks almost frozen, his cock straining and pulsing in my pussy.
This is the first time Jan has cursed in front of me, the first time I’ve seen him lose control. At the same time, he looks so stunning that I feel like keeping this image in my memory forever.
He rests his sweaty forehead against my back, clings to me with his whole body, while staying inside. His lips trace a path over my shoulder blades, his short stubble rubs against my inflamed skin, his hot cum fills my insides. Oh my, how good, how divine, may this moment last forever.
But it doesn’t last because suddenly, as if I’ve been hit in the head with a bullet, I realize what really happened a moment ago. My vision goes black. Holy shit!
“Jan, you didn’t wear a condom!”
“Hhmmm. That’s something we don’t have to worry about,” he replies in a muffled but controlled voice and slowly slides out of me.
What was that supposed to mean?
I turn around with a pounding heart. Holy shit, after all, I’m in my fertile days and I’ve just let myself get filled with my boss’s jizz.
Maria, you dull, mindless twat!
Jan pulls up his boxers, and only now do I see his penis for the first time. And I involuntarily part my lips. Well, well, well. What a sight! No wonder I experienced the orgasm of a lifetime. It really is big and thick, although it is no longer erect.
He’s not erect because he filled you with his sperm, you ass!
Oh, God. I have to take the morning-after pill, but where am I going to find it? After all, today is Christmas Eve, tomorrow is the first day of Christmas. Shit.
“Why didn’t you use protection?”
“I could ask you the same question. Are you on the pill?”
“No.”
“So you are not sleeping with anyone,” he states with satisfaction in his voice and fastens his belt buckle.
“I can get pregnant, and you question me about whether I’m seeing someone?”
“You won’t get pregnant,” he says with as much certainty as if he were giving the result of adding two to two.
“Besides, I’m not questioning you at all, I’m just making sure.
I would prefer that you not be the type of woman who cheats on her man.
I don’t tolerate infidelity.” He reaches for his tie from the floor, turns to face the window and lifts his shirt collar.
I watch in disbelief as he ties the tie. Carefully, precisely, efficiently. Walking perfection. He’s so, so, so… annoyingly Jan-esque.
God, did I just use his name as an adjective? I’m losing it. It’s the oxytocin. Damn hormones. They are the culprit, it’s because of them that I completely forgot myself, let Jan fuck me without protection.
I fucked my boss without a condom! I can think of one reason why I would not get pregnant during ovulation—Engler is infertile.
I observe the nimble movements of his fingers as he ties a knot, followed by another.
He is focused, but also relaxed. His facial features are softer than usual.
Damn, he’s a handsome guy, he’d make nice kids.
A man who is unable to produce offspring, surely in the depths of his ego, perceives this as a failure in life.
He lives with the knowledge that he is shooting blanks.
The lioness is ready with her legs spread, and he, the king of the jungle, will not ensure the continuation of his awesome genes.
I feel sorry for him. Or maybe unnecessarily? Maybe I’m wrong? Maybe there’s a second reason? Engler doesn’t want to have children at all, he underwent a deliberate vasectomy so that he could fuck his subordinates bareback.
Well, now I have a dilemma. Why is there no chance of me getting pregnant if my vagina is filled to the brim with his semen?
“Do you have any health problems?” I ask directly.
“I have my current test results in my computer on my desk. I can show you if you’re worried that I might have given you something.”
Well, yes, that’s exactly what I didn’t think of. AIDS, gonorrhea, syphilis, chlamydiosis, HPV, candidiasis… I could go on counting until the cows come home.
Fuck, what was I thinking when I was getting laid?
You were thinking with your pussy instead of your head, Maria.
“Good to know. Everything is okay with me too.” I put my hair behind my ear. “But I was more concerned with the reasons why I won’t get pregnant if I’m ovulating.”
Jan stops his fingers on the tie for a moment, then unties it with a nervous motion, muttering something under his breath, and starts tying it again.
Is he speechless or what? Or will he only speak in a human voice at midnight?
“I know it’s none of my business, but…” I begin.
“You’re right, it’s none of your business,” he growls. “You can rest assured. I did not impregnate you.” He makes another attempt to tie his tie. In doing so, he clenches his jaws so tightly that I feel sorry for his molars.
Well, I guess that’s enough for me. A man who voluntarily gets a vasectomy is unlikely to react like an enraged bull at the mention of impregnation.
“Why do you actually need the tie?
“I’m at work.”
“No one is here but you and me.”
“Which doesn’t change the fact that I’m at work.”
Geez, what a formalist.
“When you fucked me, were you at work too?”
He freezes, but only for a second. He nimbly puts his tie through the loop, pulls it up to his neck, wraps the collar, then turns around, walks over to me, leans over my face and puts his hand under my skirt.
“Have you forgotten, Maria, that when I fucked you, I wasn’t wearing a tie?” He grabs my ass, digging his fingers into it, and kisses me on the lips.
As his tongue slips between my lips, a hot wave of desire spreads below my belly. Gosh, I’ve just had an orgasm, and I’m aroused again.
Or maybe I just want to pee? Probably both. Jan’s finger glides to my pussy. I feel a tickle deep down in my abdomen. Oh yes, I definitely have a full bladder. Too much coffee.
“Jan, I have to go to the bathroom.”
A murmur of displeasure escapes him. He moves away slowly, pulling at my lower lip with his teeth.
“Go. I’ll be next door, in the men’s,” he replies and gives me a slap on the ass.
Christ, he’s making me crazy. How is it possible that he has been hiding for a whole year with his staggering eroticism?