"They will have gone by now. The waitstaff will have asked them to leave the moment we left the room."

He sounded like he knew she was worried about what they were thinking.

"The whole night, I've been fighting for your attention from the moment I walked in and saw you at the table. I'm never wrong. I can tell the hidden value of a person."

He sounded so confident. She could feel that she had so much more to offer to the world. She had struggled to be seen as more than someone with a job and a hobby of dancing salsa. She had smarts, ideas, and care.

He was done speaking. He had taken her long silence as a yes. Slow, savoring every step he took towards her, his face showed the appreciation he had for her. As the distance closed, the energy between them changed from intellectual conversation distance to intimate conversation and finally lovers. He kissed her luscious, dark-purple lips that were a bit pouty-shaped, so gently like he was offering a gift or asking a question. His lips were firm and seemingly full of restrained fire. She had expected him to go for a hungry makeout. She was prepared to rebuff him there. However, his lips only tested her softly. His hands glid over her firm ass. She couldn't help but let out a moan, not having touched with so much passion in years. Her whole core was shaking as he lifted her up and pressed her against his chest. She felt dizzy, surrendering her whole body to be carried by him.

He placed her down on the edge of the desk. His hands slipped under her dress to pull down her black thong. She bit her lips. The wine-drunk logic in her mind told her that she was technically not naked and had thus not crossed any lines. Yet, the wine-drunk lusty part of her lit her eyes on fire, having such a stud so gently remove her thong. She could feel herself so desirable and sexy. All how he acted around her made her feel like the prize, like she was special, like she was an alluring siren the world had never seen.

He stared her deeply into eyes as she reclined back on her elbows. And his arms were like pillars next to her hold up that muscle that was surely two hundred pounds. One of his fingers slipped between her legs. The tips of the fingers caressed her sex. It felt good - so good. Technically, I'm still fully dressed, the drunk wine-logic told her. He lifted up the fingers to his mouth to taste her. She watched him exasperatedly taste her honey. Then he offered the fingers to her lips. She obediently took his fingers in her mouth. She could taste herself. There was a mix of fresh flavors and stale flavors. She was apparently very wet and had been wet on and off during the evening.

"You don't have to speak. Your body speaks for you," he told her with smooth words - an enunciation that was so refined, clear but also so relaxed and at ease.

He stood up, unzipped his pants, got his cock out. She couldn't see it because of the hem of her dress. Then, he slipped into her. She moaned. He was big. He was long. He was deep. She was stressed. She was deeply aroused. Her whole body went slack. "He just put it in out of complete surprise, and then I stopped him," was her wine-drunk mind telling her would be a good defense.

"Please, a condom!" she said and put her hand on his chest.

He gently kept fucking her.

"No! No plastic will ever come between us," he said with finality.

The cock sliding in and out of her felt so good. I guess he doesn't take any no. There is no point in telling him to no to the sex. "Stop those thoughts!" she told herself. Her wine-drunk self countered: "Okay. You have to stop him. However, who could tell if you enjoyed a couple of thrusts before you do? You were simply so surprised that you couldn't react right away." It's the ten-second rule, she told herself.

And she vowed to enjoy every thrust as much as she could before she ended it. Her entire mind focused on his dick and how the head started at her opening, slid deeper, hit a good spot, stretched her, and was oh so slippery and smoother from her juices. And then her whole womb lit up bright orange with tingling good feelings. And the moans out of her mouth even surprised her. She hadn't thought of herself as as intoxicated from sex as she sounded. She had thought that she was relatively clear-minded. Yet her moans sounded like someone completely gone. As his dick receded, she prayed that the next thrust would be just as delicious. And she'd record ever quarter inch the dick went in and how it felt so that she could replay it later.

Knowing how precious few strokes she had left before she had to stop him, she knew how much she had to focus on savoring. He smelled so manly, that musk coming from his armpits and the breath panting over his lips onto her face. She wanted more of him. She was glad that he wasn't wearing a condom so that she could feel his skin inside of her pussy. She had heard of men coming in seconds. What if he were such a man? What if he'd come within the next three strokes before she had to stop him. Feeling a seed of such a man inside of her would feel so precious.

She wrapped her legs around his ass so that she could rub her pussy better on him. She pulled her dress of her tits without bra so that she could place his hands on them. She had to turn him on enough so that he ejaculate prematurely. He had only two strokes left. She really wanted his cum inside of her before she was technically cheating.

"I need you to come inside of me!" she begged him. She hadn't realized how desperate and steamy her voice would sound. It had the clearly desired effect on him. He seemed to almost buckle down by his knees. He was so overcome with his lust for her.

There was only one stroke left. "I need your cum inside of you. You have to fill me up!" she was working the triggers on him wonderfully. His face was flush red with arousal. She had never felt such a surge of power over a man before.

The last thrust was done. He kept going like he didn't know that the ten-second rule had been overrun. "Stop!" she told him. "I never asked for this," she continued. He simply took her wrists and pinned them overhead. Her thin wrists were so little in his brawny hands. He could move her arms as if her will to move them didn't matter. "Of course, he wouldn't," stop she told herself. He's a man who takes what he wants. She felt relieved that she wasn't cheating because she had been trying to stop him. She was simply being overpowered. Murmuring "no" occasionally, she could let herself enjoy that cock that was working her pussy so well because she was resisting him.

Then it suddenly dawned on her that his bare chest and abs were covered thick with sweat, dripping down on her. She must have gotten lost in the haze of pleasure - too focused on murmuring "No! No! We can't!" while enjoying the pleasure in her body to notice the passage of time. Her own body was covered in slick sweat as well. As her mind pierced through the blanket of pleasure to think clearly, she could notice how her breasts were on fire and animated. Her face and head felt like it was glimmering. Her eyes had been fastened on his dark eyes and those curly dark hairs framing his face. Dear god! An hour must have easily passed while she was in a haze, riding the pleasure and letting herself be devoured by his masculine energy that was strong in his eyes, jaw, six pack, and muscular arms plying her. She was deeply in the territory of cheating, completely "in flagranti."

Her head tilted to the side to gaze outside the window to gauge the time. The night was pitch blank and absolutely quiet. There was no telling how the time passed in the AMs before sunrise. She must have been fucking for an hour at least. The passage of time was hard to tell during sex this good. There was a desk lamp with a green shade on top like the ones that banks had during the twenties. The whole room, with its mahogany wood panelling, couch, and leather-bound books, felt like an upper-crust office in the twenties. She felt like she was transported into an alternate reality - disconnected from what was happening.

She had been indeed. Her body was completely naked. The man was naked and had muscular definition everywhere she looked at touched: strong lats, pecs to hold onto, and even the superhero muscles on the sides of his chest were pronounced like fingers. His strong hands lifted and flipped her effortlessly. He worked her, bending her legs against her chest for deeper penetration. She hadn't felt more feminine. It's like the way how you touch defines how you feel about her. He carried her and dominated her like she was a prized, feminine creature. He indulged in her moans. He indulged in her curves and body like she was wanted and special.

Earlier in the day, she had been standing in the midst of dealing with work as a worker and just like any other subway commuter. Now, she was a fuck doll. He lifted her up to fuck her standing while she clung to his body, her butt in the air - getting pummeled. Every time he looked at her or tasted her tongue, the aroused fury in his body got roused to another fever pitch of action unleashed on her body. It was like he was getting drunk on her femininity. That butt grab, feeling her tender curves, told her how hot of an ass she had. And she could feel it as his big dick railed her harder. She could feel how his mushroom head grew when he grabbed her ass. She felt so feminine and seductive like a source of power that fueled him into his frenzy. She liked being like a toy that powerful waves toyed around with as they tossed her around. When he switched her on all fours on the desk to take her from behind, she glimpsed his dick - coated with white, thick pussy juices of herself. She was just as much turned on.

Well, she was deeply in cheating territory. She'd have to pay the price of the sin no matter what. She might as well enjoy it and get the full benefit for the heavy price she'd have to pay. She pushed her hands firmly against his shoulder. He obliged by rolling onto his back. There was a softness to his body like he was all ears for her directions. She straddled him and started grinding - lavishly rocking her hips forward and back, sliding across his pubic bone, sliming up his pubic bone with her juices. She watched his face, admired his six pack, and leered at his strong pecs. His skin was so smooth and his contours around the muscles so soft as they flowed, bulged, and ebbed. "All of his for me!" she thought to herself, feeling like she was indulging in the most decadent chocolate. She felt so good from his cock inside of her and the sight in front of her. She had to bite her lips to hold herself back from losing it.

"I can't!" he stammered. "I can't hold myself back from coming. You are riding me so hard!"

"Pathetic!" she hissed and hit him hard across the face. She surprised herself by how hard she hit him. He brought out a feisty kitten in her that she hadn't known. "You are not allowed to come!" She leaned forward to glower straight into his eyes while she rocked her hips even harder to taunt.

His face was pained, anguished, and struggling. His whole body tensed. He threw his head to the side, "No! You are going too hard. I can't handle it!"

She had never felt more powerful her whole life. His entire being was under control of her pussy. His face - she had never seen another human that exposed in her life, the way that the emotions were ruling his face. "Please! Have mercy! Slow down!" However, she only wrapped both hands around his big, muscular throat and started choking him. She watched his face turn crimson. The struggle on his face never eased. "Keep it in your balls until I allow you!"

Her own orgasm wanted to burst through her. The sensation of control shot through her bones. It was like lightning and steel to feel so much power. Mixed with the sexual arousal, the sensation of control was the most potent cocktail that she had tasted her whole life. His cock was the hardest and biggest it had been. Her entire inner thighs were slathered with her juices.

"Noooo!" he cried out.

She sighed. She had been looking forward for her own orgasm for her own release from the frenzy. His hips bucked her into the air like a ball that a sea lion balanced on its nose in the zoo. She so much wanted his cherished cum inside of her. From such a refined man, the cum felt like a rare vintage wine.

"Stick it deep! I want you to shoot it straight into my womb!" she encouraged him.

He clutched her tightly - bodies enmeshed like two clumps of lava melting into one. His dick was pressed against her pubic bone hard - almost painfully - so that he could shoot deeper into her. She felt the jelly filling her inside. The last part of her affair had been sealed. Even with her husband, they had used condoms to double-up against the pregnancy danger. She could feel him filling her deep inside her belly. From the length of his tool, the semen was probably right behind her belly button.

It was so easy to stay cuddled up with him, all sweaty and all relinquished in his arms. He was so clean, confident, and groomed. She felt good about his dick lingering inside of her even after she had come as it softened and shrunk. She pictured her body always being available to him like when they were at a restaurant and the lust came over him, he could take her to the restroom and fuck her right there. She wanted to always be available for his cock and to receive his cum so that the precious liquid wouldn't be wasted. No more socks for him. He'd have to walk barefoot in his shoes so that he'd have no other choice but to always cum inside of her. Her womb was so hungry and entitled to all of his cum.