I was working late and alone at the office when Architect M suddenly arrived. Our boss called and asked him to pick me up from the office and bring the blueprints and plans I prepared for the client presentation. We were to go to Forbes Park where the client lives. We were alone and right when our eyes met, we knew this was the chance. He touched my shoulder, gave the boss’ message, as that hand fell to my waist. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, softly saying that we have a good 30 minutes to spare before we leave. Giggling, I kissed him back and locked my hands around his neck. He smelled so good, and I really can’t help myself! I pushed him onto a plush ottoman nearby and took his big hard dick into my mouth. We got no time to play, so I started giving him head — slowly sucking his shaft from its base upwards, my tongue french-kissing the red throbbing head upon reaching it…slow, rhythmic, and calculated movements repeated several times. While doing this, my left hand caresses his balls and my left plays with my clit until my pussy dripped with warm wetness. His moans described how immensely pleased he was with what I was doing and that drove me hotter and hornier! I was wearing a short skirt and a thong — he found no difficulty taking that small piece of cloth off my warm and drenched pussy. I sat on him slowly, teasing his dick for a bit, but he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me hard down onto him! “I got no time for teasing, bitch!” he said. Ooohhh I so love roughing it, so I rode him fast and hard while he licked and sucked my breasts. All I could hear were slurping sounds and our ooohhsss and aaahhhss. But darn! His cellphone suddenly rang and of all people, it’s his wife calling! Damn phone kept on ringing so I told him to pick it up, and while he talks with his wife, I was pumping and grinding away, looking at his eyes as if saying “You like this, don’t you? You want it this hard? Harder? Faster?!” His face was something I can’t describe, he had this mixed look of pleasure and concentration, and at the same time trying to keep up a straight conversation with his wife. I felt so wicked that I pumped faster, harder, and deeper. I felt so triumphant when I made him explode inside me, while he still talked. Poor Architect can’t even let out a hushed moan while he was cumming…
He must’ve felt the urgent need to let out his pleasure and relief so he excused himself from the conversation and told her he’s gonna call her back in a few minutes. As soon as he ended the call, he let out a long moan and a deep sigh of relief. He spanked my butt and said, “Salbahe ka, muntik mo na ko ipahamak!” with an evil smile on his face. I retorted, “Bakit, hindi ka ba nasarapan? Fine, hindi na mauulit ever!” I rose up but he grabbed my waist again and pulled me down to his still-hard dick. I told him we gotta go or else our boss’ gonna kill us if we’re late for the meeting. I left his lap and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
In the car, he called his wife and told her that he’s with me. She asked to speak to me so I did. Told her that we’re currently driving to Forbes, and she need not worry cuz the meeting won’t take that long and Architect M won’t go home that late…while he finger-fucks me, making me cum. Upon alighting from the car, I asked him, “Gumaganti ka?!” He replied with a naughty grin and gave my butt a tight squeeze as we walked towards the ornately-carved narra door of the client’s mansion.
Oh, he told her that our boss asked him to drive me over to Forbes for the client presentation, when she asked why I was with him in the car. If she only knew who was driving who…
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True story. I was 23 back then, working in a top-notch architectural firm catering to high-end clients. No, we were not having an affair. We were friends, spiced with occassional fucking. And this was long before the term “fuck buddies” and “friends with benefits” became popular.