Hot Fun with a Stranger

And all she could do was nod and roll her eyes at the thought of him filling him up to the max again, too overwhelmed to even react to what was happening to her. And when he got back in behind her and plowed his cock into her just as deep as he could go, slamming her shoulders against the rough wooden pillory, still holding her captive, letting out a seductive little sigh, she knew she'd never felt as used, or as turned-on in her entire life. Initially angry with Ronny for abandoning her with a stranger, now all she wanted to do was thank him for unwittingly giving her the most unforgettable experience of her life. Though what they were doing felt dirty as fuck, she'd honestly never felt more elated. And as he made her come so hard for a second time that her legs nearly gave out on her the moment she lost it, as she desperately cried out into the darkness, her entire body broke into a shiver as the most euphoric sensation imaginable rushed through her veins.

And true to his word, when he clutched her hips savagely hard, impaling her with one last deep thrust, the shocking sensation of him gushing into her body and filling her to overflowing with wave after wave of his hot seed, had her dropping her head staring mesmerised with a sense of wonder at the long warm trail of his cum sliding down her legs and coating her feet. Seeing the proof of what he'd done to her, heaving a breathless sigh, she threw back her head and shamelessly licked her lips, blown away by the feeling of utter completeness he'd filled her with. And as crazy as it was, she knew that no one had ever used her so roughly or amazingly ever made her feel more alive. Though she'd never considered herself much of a sexual being, now that he'd shown her just how amazing it could be once she'd given herself over to him, he had her feeling like an absolute sex goddess, half naked and shamelessly dripping with a stranger's cum, it felt too incredible for words.

Once he managed to get his dick back into his pants and zip up, carefully lifting the arm of the pillory off her neck and wrists, he finally released her. Tugging her into his arms, he surprised her when he feathered grateful little kisses over her face and told her, "This is got to be the best I've ever had it, and I hope you enjoyed it, too."

All Deana could do was mindlessly nod her head. Helplessly leaning on him to support her weight, she could barely believe that it had actually happened, and she'd willingly let herself be used by an absolute stranger. Though she'd been captive in the wooden brace, she hadn't even tried to resist, or attempted to scream for help. So no way around it, strange as it seemed, she'd wanted it, too - maybe even needed it.

They walked together silently to the gates of the compound, since after what they'd done, there really wasn't much to say. And after unlocking the gate, without uttering a word, not even saying goodbye, he let her out of the grounds.

And since she was the one who'd driven her and Ronny up from the city, her little white Camry was still sitting in the nearly deserted parking lot, right where she'd left it. And of course Ronny, the little weasel, was nowhere to be seen. Probably just got in a taxi and high-tailed it home, leaving her behind to fend for herself.

After she started her car, she looked back and saw that the handsome stranger - who had ravished her to within an inch of her life - was watching her leave, as though he wanted to be sure that she got out of the place safely - which was oddly comforting, considering what he'd just done to her. But no matter how strange, this was one night she knew she'd never forget. Most likely she'd lock it away forever, remembering it whenever she needed a thrilling little episode in her life to look back on. Biting into her lip, she grinned as she pulled out onto the road that would lead her to the highway and back to her condo in the city. Her pussy still delightfully humming, after the going over he'd given it, she knew that whoever he was, he would sure be one hell of a hard act to follow.

Working as marketing director in her family's cosmetic company, Deana often worked late, especially when they were working on a new campaign. And since the Christmas ads had to be ready for the major publications, Deana knew, like most nights, that once again, she'd be eating dinner alone at her desk.

Smiling as she leafed through the proofs that the photographer had delivered that afternoon, proud of the new ads their agency had come up with for their new Certified Never-Tested on Animals line, she just hoped her father would one day come to realize that she was damn good at what she did. Though he'd give her the occasional compliment, she'd known from the time she was a child that he'd wished he had a son to follow in his footsteps and not just a daughter.

So, she worked twice as hard as any of her staff, not only to prove herself to her father, but so she would know that she was doing the best job she could for the company - regardless of her sex.

After the chicken Caesar salad and ice tea she'd ordered had been delivered, too tired to even pick up her fork, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes for a moment of well-deserved rest. But just as she was getting comfortable and beginning to blissfully zone out, suddenly her whole body tensed and her head snapped up when she thought she heard a door opening and then closing down the hallway. Sure that no one else was working late with everyone preparing for a weekend away with their families for the upcoming Thanksgiving long weekend she wondered who it could be.

And she almost died when a familiar tall dark-haired, handsome stranger popped his head around her doorway, took a look at her, and said, "Wow, never thought I'd see you again."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, clutching the edge of her desk, sounding a little alarmed even to her own ears, wondering if he'd somehow managed to track her down.

Crossing his arms over his broad chest, swelling his bi-ceps as he casually leaned against the doorframe, he told her, "Just started here today as head of security, small world, huh?"

He could say that again. Never expecting to lay eyes on him after that wild episode they'd shared, giving him the once over, she had to say he was looking pretty good in his body-hugging black uniform, that she could see was straining to contain his all those delectable muscles. In fact he looked so good, that without even realizing it, she was clenching her thighs just from the sight of him. Finally coming to her senses, she said, "I had no idea my father hired you."

Eyes widening, he said, "So you're Thomas Maxwell's daughter?"

She nodded, still looking him over. Then tipping her head, she said with a slight grin, "Sorry, but I never caught your name."

"It's Damien, Damien Sanchez," he told her, with a teasing twinkle in his eye.

"Well, I hope you'll like working here, Damien."

He pushed off the doorway and came and stood in front of her desk, staring down at her. "So, you'll be okay with me working for your company, considering our uh... history?"

Giving him a shrug, she said, "Well, it's all in the past, which is why I'm assuming you just referred to it as history."

His lips curving into a smile as he eyed her rocking little body, clad in a sexy little black business suit, he wasn't too sure. She was one hot looking woman, and just thinking about what they'd done together was enough to start the launch sequence again, and already he could feel himself getting hard. Finally he cleared his throat, asking her, "So, you always work so late?"

Heaving a weary sigh, she nodded. "Yes, unfortunately, most nights I do. And with Christmas just around the corner, as you can imagine, we've got loads of marketing campaigns on the go, and tons of product to sell."

He flashed a teasing grin that showed off his dimples. "So you're smart as well as sexy, huh?"

Rolling her eyes, trying to ignore the ridiculous little flutter taking over her stomach, and the effect his sexy dimpled smile was having on her composure, she said, "Well, I'm not too sure about that, but I'm definitely dedicated, or I'd be home now having a nice long soak with a book."

"So, no boyfriend waiting at home for you, not even that doofus I found you with at the park?"

Shaking her head, she told him, "Ronny was never my boyfriend. We're just friends that sometimes uh... I guess you could say... go out together."

"That also like to hookup, from what I saw."

Though a little uncomfortable with where the conversation was going, she looked down at her hands on her desk and just told him the truth. "Well, unfortunately with the hours I keep, I don't really have time for an actual relationship, so I just take my pleasure when I can get it, even with a guy like Ronny."

"That's too bad, beautiful woman like you with no man in your life, must have you frustrated as hell." And he of course he'd be happy to help her out anytime she wanted.

Deana cocked an eyebrow, wondering if he could smell the desperation coming off her from the doorway. It had been so long for her that sometimes she felt anxious enough to start climbing the walls. Giving him a grin, she told him, "Well, thankfully there's always battery powered fun waiting at home for me, whenever I really need it."

Damien frowned, wondering why someone as hot and put together as she was had to resort to getting herself off. And he just knew he had to help her with her problem, because how could possibly ignore a lady in distress. Smiling into her eyes, he told her, "You know, I'll be working nights here, too. So... if you ever need me to uh, help you out, I'd be more than happy to come and see you."

Staring up into his deep brown eyes, Deana wondered if she actually had the nerve. It was one thing to lose herself where no one would know her, in a little courtyard off in the middle of nowhere, but if they ever got caught going at it in her office, she knew she'd never be able to live it down. Still, just the thought of getting naked and getting busy with him again had her pussy almost flooding her panties.

Oh, god, what a dilemma. Say goodnight to him, eat her stupid salad, go home and get herself off with a rubber dick, or give in to temptation and let him remind her why she'd lost herself to him in the first place.

Damien grinned. "It's not that complicated, Deana. I think you're hot, and I think we both know that we're practically combustible when we're together. So either you want something with me, or you don't."

Not even aware she was doing it, she started licking her lips as she took him in from head to toe, desperate for a taste of what he was offering. And there was no getting around it, he was probably the finest example of the male species she'd ever seen - or experienced. Insanely buff, wickedly hot, totally gorgeous and with a dick that could make her poor neglected pussy hum for hours after he'd fucked it.

How could she possibly say no?

But finally shaking her head, doing her best to be sensible, she told him, "I really don't think we should. If we ever got caught, not only would my father never forgive me, but I'd be laughed right out of the building once the gossip mill got hold of what we were doing, and spread it around."

Damien smiled into her eyes. "Well, I assure you, I can be discreet. And if you can keep yourself from making those cute sexy noises you liked to make when we we're going at it, so no one will hear us and figure out what we're up to, I don't see why we can't help each other out."

Deana actually snorted at the idea of him needing any help to get laid. Imagining all he'd have to do was crook his finger, flash those sexy dimples and women would fall at his feet - most likely with their legs already spread.

Still, what he was offering was awfully tempting. And the fact that her pussy was already dripping just thinking about how hard he'd managed to make her come, pretty much tipped the scales.

Then leaning over her desk, with his weight on his hands, as though it was a foregone conclusion, looking her straight in the eyes, he told her, "But there's one thing you should know. If we're going to do this, it'll be just us. And there'll be no other fuck buddies till we're done."

"And would that go for both of us?"

Straightening up and coming around her desk, he shrugged and said, "Of course, I've got no one in my life right now, or we wouldn't even be having this conversation."

And before she realized what he was about to do, he picked her up around the waist, effortlessly lifted her off her feet and pressed his lips to hers. Pulling back, smiling into her eyes, he said, "Just wanted to seal the deal."

Anxiously nodding, supporting herself with her hands on his muscular shoulders, she said, "Okay, but just to be clear, I don't expect anything more from you than sex. You don't have to worry, I'm not overly clingy. And with the hours I keep, I don't really have time for anything more."

Damien frowned as he sat down in her chair, wrapping his arms around her and holding her in his lap as he idly ran his hand over her ass. Though he wasn't looking for anything serious, he wasn't too sure he could get on board with promising her nothing more than a few well-spent hours of sexy fun. Especially since he hadn't been able to get her out of his head since that wild day when they'd first hooked up, and he'd kicked himself for not getting her name as he'd watched her drive away. But if he had a choice of walking out now, and stopping it before it they even got started, or giving them the time to find out just where it might go, he knew he'd be happy to work on her, and for just as long as it took.

Pushing her jacket off her shoulders, pressing his lips to her neck, he murmured, "As long as you're willing to let me kiss you whenever I want, then I'd say we've got a deal."

Her pussy almost screaming for relief, Deana tipped her head back, moaning at the warm sensation of his tongue sliding up along her neck to her ear, her chest already heaving, she breathlessly murmured, "I think I could agree to that."

Grinning against the warmth of her neck, he was already looking forward to the challenge of winning her over, even if he had to do it one long slow fuck at a time...