Erik, the 38 year old Iraq War vet

“Hey Sally, do you know if Erik is in today?”

My work wife gives me an extremely knowing look. “Oh yeah, he’s in alright. Nearly ran into him, like literally ran into him in the breakroom. He’s wearing that red plaid again today, you know the one that really shows off his forearms?”

Oh yeah, that settles it. “Appreciate the intel, as always, Sal my dear. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

I shrug off my cardigan and leave it draped across my workstation. The thought of “accidentally” brushing my arms against Erik’s and feeling his coarse hair sets my skin tingling. Sally giggles and playfully smacks my shoulder as I walk away. “As if you need an excuse. Good luck, slut!”

Under the fluorescent lights, past rows of identical workstations, smiling and waving hellos to the other corporate drones, my eyes twinkling with the knowledge of the mischief I’m about to get up to. As I turn the corner and approach the area where Erik is sitting with the rest of the Payroll team, I put some extra sway into my step and tilt my head just enough to let my bangs really work. He hasn’t seen me, yet, but when he does I want him to do a double take.

Approaching his desk, drinking in the sight of his hulking masculine form hunched over his laptop. He doesn’t belong here. Men like him weren’t born for this world. He’s a hunter, a warrior, a ravisher. He belongs on the grasslands, wrestling a tiger down with his bare hands. He belongs on a battlefield, proving his strength against weaker men. What is it about guys like him that turn me into such a trad? His bare scalp gleams in the office light above his bushy red beard, and his clear blue eyes finally rise up from his computer to see me, and that flash of desire is undeniable. He quickly hides it behind his professional façade, mixed with an extra layer of heterosexual disinterest, but I know what I saw. It was only a spark, but it’s more than enough for me to light a flame.

“Hey! Erik…” I lean over his desk, just a bit, and I can’t help but notice he leans back to give me space. This is going to be too easy. “I was hoping to pick your brain about this employee update process. We still need to nail down the requirements and I know you’re just the man who can help me firm those up.” I give him just the slightest flutter of my eyelashes.

Erik clears his throat, a little too loudly. “Yeah, yeah, sure thing Kellan. Wanna grab that open meeting room right there?” he points to one of the unoccupied rooms spaced along the interior wall, and I can’t help but smile in response. I nod demurely as he rises from his desk like a hero embarking on a journey, following behind so I can admire how well his faded blue jeans hug his muscular rear.

He’s been out of the Army since his unit pulled out of Iraq, but he’s obviously kept himself in shape. His impressive form fills the small space, and I soak up his body heat and manly scent, getting slightly dizzy. Focus, Kelly. As we get seated I brush past him, giving him a bit of my hip on the front of his torso. No direct contact on the goodies, yet, but he tenses up and inhales sharply like I’d just smacked his ass.

“Oops!” I suppress a giggle as I sit down next to him at the small table. “Sorry, sometimes a girl just can’t help herself.”

“A gi—” he catches himself. “Listen, Kellan, I don’t pretend to understand all this gender stuff. I’m too old school. And I really don’t care, but…”

I blink innocently at him. “Buuuuut?” He’s looking at my body instead of my face. I’ve got him.

“But you… your body… you have a… a male body. Correct?” His eyes flick down to my crotch, just for a second, but more than long enough to set my heart aflutter.

“Well, that depends on how you define ‘male’, Erik.” I lean close enough that he can smell my flowery moisturizer, and I lower my voice to a breathy whisper. “Did you want me to take some of this off so you can get a better look?”

He stiffens, in more ways than one. Bless those tight jeans. “Listen, Kellan, I… I’m a straight man, alright. I’m not attracted to… to…”

“To me?” I put a hand gently on his lap and use my other to touch my own pretty face, drawing his attention to my cosmetically enhanced beauty. “I thought a big strong man like you would love to see a pretty thing like me naked.” He’s breathing so hard. This is going a little faster than I’d expected, but I’m too excited now. I move in for the kill, putting my lips against his ear. “Or are you just afraid I might be bigger than you?”

Before I can take another breath, his hand is on the back of my head, gripping the base of my ponytail and pulling me away until we’re face-to-face. My heart is pounding, and the blazing blue fire of his eyes is making me tremble. “Kellan.” The way he growls my name almost makes me come right there. “I told you, I’m straight. This isn’t the first time you’ve made me feel this way.” His hand not in my hair starts to undo the fly of his jeans. I want to look, but his eyes are holding mine utterly captive. “I don’t like feeling confused, Kellan. Getting this hard, from you, is confusing the hell outta me.” Even without looking, the strong smell of precum and male musk tells me his hardness is free and waiting for me. “So you’re gonna take care of that for me, right now.”

His eyes flick to the door behind me to ensure it’s closed, and then he’s pushing. I offer no resistance as he brings my face down into his lap. I extend my tongue to taste him and then my open mouth is surrounding him. He’s so hot, stoking my own pulsing heat. He’s so hard, making me stiffen in sympathy. I hear him exhale, the long breath ending in a rusty groan of relief. For just a moment, I consider what kind of blowjob would be best suited to attend to this throbbing length in my mouth. But he doesn’t give me the chance.

His other hand grabs the back of my head just above the neck, and I let out a little moan of anticipation. His hand on my ponytail pulls me up, and then his other hand pushes me back down. I relax my throat, allowing him to enter all the way, and he grunts in satisfaction. It doesn’t take long before he’s giving me the facefucking of my life. He’s rough, but not careless. He’s careful not to go too hard or too fast, but he doesn’t ever let up. Over and over again he forces me to swallow his length, not allowing me a chance to breathe. My eyes start to roll back in my head as the thrill combines with the lack of air to push my consciousness to the breaking point.

Before I can pass out, he pulls me up off his dick and I swallow great gulps of air in between coughs. I know I’m a mess. I can feel spit and makeup streaking on my face, and my hair is starting to go wild from the rough treatment. Erik’s cock is right in front of me, seemingly even harder now, and I giggle. Looking up at him, I can’t help but smile. His face is as red as the devil’s, his nostrils flaring as he pulls in heavy breaths. He still needs more, and so do I.

“Still hard, huh?” I wiggle my ass. “You know, I have another hole if my mouth isn’t enough to get you off.”

His eyes go wide. “You think I need…” he trails off into a growl as he jerks me up by the hair and lays my torso over the table. His strong hands lift my skirt and tear a hole in my leggings. Aw, I liked this pair. He shifts my panties to the side and I can feel my asshole is exposed while the silk still hugs my balls. Whatever you need to get off, my dear.

He doesn’t say another word. With how hard he’s breathing I kind of doubt he’s capable of coherent speech. I feel the head of his dick press against my puckered ring, and a flutter of fear passes through me. He is awfully big. “Hey, Erik, just let me-aaAANH!”

He’s not listening. He pushes inside, my copious spit coating his length the only thing lubricating his passage. I’ve had bigger back there, but only after lengthy preparation. Erik clearly isn’t interested in giving me time to adjust. His large hands grab my hips and he starts to pound. Oh my god he’s so big, filling me up. He’s so fucking strong, I know there’s nothing I can do to resist. He’s so hard, painfully stretching my ass. I enjoy pain during sex, but this hurts a lot. I bite my finger to suppress my cries of delirious ecstasy, my other hand gripping the edge of the table for dear life.

This is all too much, much more than I bargained for. I feel my mind start to slip down into subspace, giving in to the brutal pounding from this mighty warrior I’ve unshackled from his desk job. This is bad. I don’t know if he has any experience as a dominant. Will he know what to do with me? What if I slip too far down and say something I shouldn’t? There’s nothing I can do to stop him, and that thrill of fear pushes me over the edge and I feel myself spurt into my panties.

Just in time, too. Before my mind completely dissolves into submissive jelly I feel him throb inside me and release his load. He groans through gritted teeth, holding himself inside for just a moment after finishing before pulling out. He quickly packs himself back into his pants and zips himself up as I slide off the table onto the floor in a panting heap. He looks down at me, and now it’s his turn to feel fear. I know I’m not going to report him for this, he gave me exactly what I wanted, after all. But he doesn’t know that.

I hear the door open and close. Bastard didn’t even ask if I was alright. I’ll have to give him a talking to, later. First, I need to clean myself up. I check myself out in my phone camera, being sure to snap a few pics of my messed up face and leaking asshole for my followers on OnlyFans. Christ, I am a mess. There’s no way I’ll be able to get anywhere close to decent without some time in the bathroom.

Now, how the fuck am I going to make it all the way to the bathroom without anyone seeing me?