Why fix it if it ain't broke? More , of course.

After about a week of regular fucking, it wasn't even strange when Stacey would hook up. Sure, she wasn't conventionally attractive, but her body felt like nothing I'd experienced so far. Our first time apart came that weekend; I found some respite in not screwing my overweight, aging secretary, but at the same time... I could feel that my dick missed her tongue, her round pudgy ass, the illicit feeling of coming inside her. I had to get myself straight, I knew; I didn't want her mentally, but physically there was a burgeoning connection I couldn't deny.

I dreaded, a bit, coming back on Monday. I knew she had me in her grasp, and there was nothing I could do to stop her from taking advantage of it. Parts of me looked forward to it, even though I knew I shouldn't.

But leave it to Stacey to escalate further.

Not even an hour into work she was riding me in my office, door locked, forcing my head into her soft breasts and her body writhed and jiggled against mine. My lips sucked her nipple almost absentmindedly, but then, curiously, she slowed down.

"You know," she said, "I think I need to help you more."

"More?" I asked, confused.

"You're still feeling so trapped," she said, stroking my hair, and gliding up and down on my cock once. I moaned, but also, felt questions bubble to the surface. She knew I felt trapped into fucking her?

"We fuck in private," she continued, "But to the outside world, we're just a man and his secretary. You feel like you can't show the world how you really..." she slid up and down once more on my raging erection, "...feel..." up and down once more "...about me." And resumed slowly fucking. This was twisted. She had it all backwards. "How much you want me baby. How much you can't avoid just fucking me all over your office. How much you want to take it to the next level."

The next level?

"I'm gonna make it so easy for you baby," she went on, "I'm gonna help you so much, just like a secretary should. You're gonna ask me out, take me to a bar and sit close to me, put your arm around me and steal a kiss. You're going to buy me drinks, just like you were my boyfriend. You're going to take me back to my place and fuck me with this dick so good baby." Was she serious? This couldn't go public.

"Or else I'm going to tell everyone about our affair," she said, smiling, still cradling my head as she fucked me. This was insane, but I couldn't say no, and she knew it. "That way you don't have to think about it. You don't have to worry about what people will think... Because you don't have a choice, right?" She stopped fucking, again, and smiled a little.

"I'm free Wednesday," she said. I gulped, and she waited, on top of me, running her hand down the side of my face to cup my chin. "What do you say?"

I waited another moment as she watched silently. Finally, I broke.

"Will you go out with me?" I asked.

"When, baby?" she prompted me to continue.

"On uh... Wednesday."

"Where will we go?"

"To a bar," I said, and she smiled approvingly, lifting herself up and down again on my dick.

"And what will we do there?"

"I'll..." she kept sliding a bit, and grinding. "I'll... buy you drinks..." she nodded, "And sit close by you, with my arm around you..." her smile grew, "and then I'll take you home and fuck you." She smiled even wider, and ground a bit harder against me.

"And what will you call me?" she asked, prompting.

I knew what she wanted. And I had to give it to her.

"I'll call you baby, baby" I finally said, and she started riding me.

"Good boy," she finished, fucking me for real again. "Call me that now."

"You feel so fucking good baby." She smiled.

"I'm so excited for our date, baby" she whispered to me. "I'm so glad I'm helping you. And I can't wait for you to cum inside me again." I moaned.

"I'm so close baby," I said.

"Cum for me. Cum inside me."

I did.

What had I done?