Four years are going to be that I'm working at the same company, this thing I'm about to tell, happened last year around November of 2023.
In my short professional life, I've had to deal with many problems, but one of the worst was when I first entered the company and as a project organizer in my sector, I had to defend my decisions not only against bosses, but also against someone like Carmen, the company's accountant, a 40-year-old married woman without children, with green eyes and a stunning figure that makes more than one person turn around to see her ass when she walks in tight pants or a skirt.
With a medium build and dark brown hair cut above the shoulders, Carmen is an elegant woman but with a strong character. 10 years older than me, and working at the company for some time, we who were always on the losing side in discussions were my project partner and I.
My first year at the company was tortuous, added to which I didn't even cut it with my girlfriend (but that'll be for telling later), I wasn't doing well and was only there for the money and experience it could give me since it broadened many areas of work.
The second year things calmed down already. Carmen sometimes took me to my apartment since we lived relatively close, about 15 blocks away, so it would reach me and save me the bus.
She spoke little about her private life at first, only knew she was married to Mario and never wanted to have children, didn't want to feel tied to anything or anyone.
This is clearly a brief summary of my history with Carmen over the years.
By the third year of working together, even though some projects were rejected because of them, not as many as before, and the relationship was quite good. The bond became closer when one afternoon Carmen and Mario had to fix something in their house part and they called me.
That day I met Mario, his husband, a nice guy, very well-mannered like the people from that high-class social class to which they belonged.
I remember it took me three afternoons to fix the whole kitchen, and the last two days I only heard complaints from Carmen about Mario.
I went outside for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette when Mario arrived and started asking if he behaved the same way at work, without me responding with anything except my gaze; Mario understood and laughed for a bit.
The time was passing and my relationship with Carmen had become more informal, I mean that we no longer treated each other as Mrs. Carmen and Fernando, but now it was just Carmen and guy, something that never bothered me.
I came back late one day to play soccer with some friends, when Carmen calls me, it was almost 10 pm at night
-Hello Carmen?
-If you're Fernando, listen to me, are you very busy? - She asked me something worriedly
-Hey, depends on what for, what's up?
No, I'm dealing with some problems at home, if you can come over
Come on, give me 20 minutes so I can shower and go
I showered and out of caution I brought a box with some tools, it was strange to see me at those hours of the night like that
I arrived at the house and rang the doorbell, I found Carmen dressed in a black dress, hair styled, painted lips, and outlined eyes.
I was a bit in shock at the first impression, it wasn't something I expected, I'm not going to deny that I liked seeing her like that, the daughter of a slut was hot and steamy but with a lot of subtlety.
-Look, this is the problem, all the lights in the backyard and the top part of the house aren't working.
I finally went and fixed it in about 15 minutes, but while I was fixing it, I was listening to Carmen on the phone.
But the slapper who gave birth to you, always told me that you shouldn't have had kids, now what a mess do I make this weekend?
She was very angry.
Once the arrangement was finished I approached Carmen
Is everything okay?
-Oh forgive me Fernando, I had forgotten you were here, it's just that I got really mad at a friend.
-Uh, but everything's okay?
-If yes, nothing happens...
And it was as if the sentence didn't end in silence.
-Safe? - I asked him
And as if that had touched some intimate fiber of Carmen and she calmed down
I know you have nothing to do with it, sorry, but well, if you want to listen to me, I bring something to drink and we'll talk about it
-Yes, I don't have a hurry, I was about to open a beer, I finished playing soccer a while ago.
He went to the kitchen, looked for 2 cups, a bottle, quite expensive, of wine, and we sat each one on a sofa that were facing, and there began the conversation.
The first problem was his friend
-Okay, we've been organizing this outing with my best friend from high school for a while now, and since the kid was feeling sick he couldn't come
-Uh, what's going down? - I said, handing her the first sip of wine
-If only, how many times did I tell her not to have kids, we should be free women, not tied down and unable to leave
-Okay, I understand your point, and are you leaving next week?
No, impossible, it's because Mario left today and comes back on Sunday, but she can't tomorrow morning
I didn't know that data, I didn't know that Mario wasn't in the city.
-Clear, and good, but it will be for later on.
We kept talking for a while until the bottle of wine ran out, Carmen's face all red on her cheeks showing that she had taken more than anyone else and already a smile was drawing on her face.
Do you want another bottle? - He said laughing
I don't know if Mario won't cause a problem
To hell with Mario...
He stopped and went to look for another bottle, but this time he sat on my couch next to me, even though there was a quite significant distance between each of the two of us.
So you were all dressed up because you were going out?
That's how...
A silence invaded the living room
But why can't I go out with another friend?
She paused, looked at me, adjusted herself slightly on the couch, as that dress covered less and more skin was visible, showing her legs, and my head was spinning.
Do you want to know the truth, dude?
-Tell me
I can't take it anymore with my husband, that's why I don't want kids, so I won't have to depend on anyone
After these words, Carmen started playing with her hair and subtly moved closer to me.
It's something I can't take anymore, I swear to you
-But look at every house you lived in, things that...
And what's the point of it all? I don't feel young next to Mario anymore, he doesn't go out, he lives for work, there's no more fun
-But she's already going to be there, it's just that she had to leave exactly today.
You're not understanding, dude, Mario is really bad in bed.
I was left stunned not knowing what to tell him. We were stuck together, one next to the other, looking at each other when he told me and I froze.
As if by inertia, we went on approaching our heads and started kissing each other timidly.
I wouldn't lie if I said I was a little nervous and my heart started to accelerate.
Carmen cut off the kiss
But you don't have to say anything, neither to Mario nor at work.
-Of course not - I said trying to hide my nervousness.
The kiss continued, now more passionate, I adjusted Carmen's hair and she climbed onto my skirt.
What was once her dress, now barely covered half of her booty leaving a black thong visible.
What had started so slow was now becoming something rapid.
Carmen started to caress my cock over my pants, which didn't take long to get hard.
While I was touching that Booty which I had seen so many times discreetly at work, I couldn't believe what I was living.
I relaxed and leaned against the sofa without resisting anything, while Carmen was taking off her dress, leaving her black lingerie set visible.
Carmen lay on the sofa and once again, between kisses I was sliding down her body, passing through her breasts which had already started to moan. I didn't stop there, but instead headed towards her pussy, already wet after just a few minutes since we'd started.
She pressed me with force and my tongue went all over her clitoris. The rhythm that Carmen put on everything was fast and violent. She pressed me with her two hands against her vagina while she didn't stop moaning and twisting.
After a while like that, I could take a breath.
His eyes were on fire, it was incredible to see that woman who had told me she felt old before, now with such a young spirit.
He made me sit down now on the sofa and looking at my eyes spat in one of his hands and started to masturbate me.
Do you like guys?
I love
-Look how much I don't like dominating.
He continued with her work of hands looking at me with my eyes when she went down and kneeling remained in front of my cock
-First slow and all the way down I told him.
She liked it when they gave her orders, who would have said that that dominant woman at work was so submissive in bed.
SLOWLY he was sucking my cock and filling it with saliva.
She would put it all in her mouth and pull it out at the same time as threads of saliva connected my cock to hers, with just as much falling on the floor.
Now a little faster and massage my balls
Carmen without hesitation, increased the pace of her oral work and with one of her hands was caressing my balls.
This went on like that until I couldn't hold back anymore. With Carmen kneeling down, and my cock in her mouth, I grabbed her head and started penetrating her mouth strongly.
I could feel my balls banging against her pear, and I'd see her eyes well up a bit, but until I was satisfied I wasn't going to stop, I was enjoying dominating one of my 'bosses'.
-I don't know how your husband doesn't screw you, what a slut you are, please - I almost yelled at her.
Next, I helped her stand up, and while she was taking air and recovering, I went back to sucking her pussy, now well moistened by her fluids.
I took Carmen by the hair and led her to a table. Placing her tits on the table and making her open her legs, I started to slide my cock through the entrance of her pussy.
-Come on, put it in, I'm not giving anymore
You have to caress my testicles
Without saying a single word, Carmen caressed my balls and I fulfilled and started to take her.
My cock fully entered her pussy and gave her more powerful and deeper thrusts each time.
Carmen stopped touching my balls and started touching her pussy and it didn't take long until her legs started shaking, letting out a loud moan, signaling that she was about to finish.
With a little pity for her, I took her to the couch and we went back to kissing.
This time the rhythm was strong and rapid.
Carmen used the word: pussy towards the sound of the humid air that was when my cock and while she was touching herself.
While we were kissing, I told him
What a slapper you are, how do you like warming up eggs.
She only launched a complicit smile and continued kissing me.
After being this way for a bit and having finished Carmen for the second time, I slowed down a little and went back to caressing my balls.
This time I didn't give more, was almost about to come.
Pulling it out quickly, I said 'pussy' and putting it on its feet, I told her
-Come on, come and suck that's all I've got
Carmen didn't hesitate and again paid attention to me, went directly to my cock, put it in her mouth, and I grabbed her head to set the rhythm, already quite frantic for her to make me come.
It didn't take long for me to have Carmen kneeling with her mouth dripping my cum.
It's dripping out of his lips and reaching his nipple.
Passing my cock through places where I had come, I was taking it to her mouth and she was swallowing.
You hit me like crap guy
What a good time I had
If so, I too, haven't caught one in a month
After the polished cock that Carmen gave me, I went to my department to bathe and sleep.
When we saw each other at work the next day, the treatment was normal, and we never spoke of this again. If we had shared time alone chatting but the topic wasn't discussed by either of us.
Clearly neither Carmen nor Mario are the real names, they were modified in case someone from work reads this.
Greetings and I hope you have enjoyed reading.
In my short professional life, I've had to deal with many problems, but one of the worst was when I first entered the company and as a project organizer in my sector, I had to defend my decisions not only against bosses, but also against someone like Carmen, the company's accountant, a 40-year-old married woman without children, with green eyes and a stunning figure that makes more than one person turn around to see her ass when she walks in tight pants or a skirt.
With a medium build and dark brown hair cut above the shoulders, Carmen is an elegant woman but with a strong character. 10 years older than me, and working at the company for some time, we who were always on the losing side in discussions were my project partner and I.
My first year at the company was tortuous, added to which I didn't even cut it with my girlfriend (but that'll be for telling later), I wasn't doing well and was only there for the money and experience it could give me since it broadened many areas of work.
The second year things calmed down already. Carmen sometimes took me to my apartment since we lived relatively close, about 15 blocks away, so it would reach me and save me the bus.
She spoke little about her private life at first, only knew she was married to Mario and never wanted to have children, didn't want to feel tied to anything or anyone.
This is clearly a brief summary of my history with Carmen over the years.
By the third year of working together, even though some projects were rejected because of them, not as many as before, and the relationship was quite good. The bond became closer when one afternoon Carmen and Mario had to fix something in their house part and they called me.
That day I met Mario, his husband, a nice guy, very well-mannered like the people from that high-class social class to which they belonged.
I remember it took me three afternoons to fix the whole kitchen, and the last two days I only heard complaints from Carmen about Mario.
I went outside for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette when Mario arrived and started asking if he behaved the same way at work, without me responding with anything except my gaze; Mario understood and laughed for a bit.
The time was passing and my relationship with Carmen had become more informal, I mean that we no longer treated each other as Mrs. Carmen and Fernando, but now it was just Carmen and guy, something that never bothered me.
I came back late one day to play soccer with some friends, when Carmen calls me, it was almost 10 pm at night
-Hello Carmen?
-If you're Fernando, listen to me, are you very busy? - She asked me something worriedly
-Hey, depends on what for, what's up?
No, I'm dealing with some problems at home, if you can come over
Come on, give me 20 minutes so I can shower and go
I showered and out of caution I brought a box with some tools, it was strange to see me at those hours of the night like that
I arrived at the house and rang the doorbell, I found Carmen dressed in a black dress, hair styled, painted lips, and outlined eyes.
I was a bit in shock at the first impression, it wasn't something I expected, I'm not going to deny that I liked seeing her like that, the daughter of a slut was hot and steamy but with a lot of subtlety.
-Look, this is the problem, all the lights in the backyard and the top part of the house aren't working.
I finally went and fixed it in about 15 minutes, but while I was fixing it, I was listening to Carmen on the phone.
But the slapper who gave birth to you, always told me that you shouldn't have had kids, now what a mess do I make this weekend?
She was very angry.
Once the arrangement was finished I approached Carmen
Is everything okay?
-Oh forgive me Fernando, I had forgotten you were here, it's just that I got really mad at a friend.
-Uh, but everything's okay?
-If yes, nothing happens...
And it was as if the sentence didn't end in silence.
-Safe? - I asked him
And as if that had touched some intimate fiber of Carmen and she calmed down
I know you have nothing to do with it, sorry, but well, if you want to listen to me, I bring something to drink and we'll talk about it
-Yes, I don't have a hurry, I was about to open a beer, I finished playing soccer a while ago.
He went to the kitchen, looked for 2 cups, a bottle, quite expensive, of wine, and we sat each one on a sofa that were facing, and there began the conversation.
The first problem was his friend
-Okay, we've been organizing this outing with my best friend from high school for a while now, and since the kid was feeling sick he couldn't come
-Uh, what's going down? - I said, handing her the first sip of wine
-If only, how many times did I tell her not to have kids, we should be free women, not tied down and unable to leave
-Okay, I understand your point, and are you leaving next week?
No, impossible, it's because Mario left today and comes back on Sunday, but she can't tomorrow morning
I didn't know that data, I didn't know that Mario wasn't in the city.
-Clear, and good, but it will be for later on.
We kept talking for a while until the bottle of wine ran out, Carmen's face all red on her cheeks showing that she had taken more than anyone else and already a smile was drawing on her face.
Do you want another bottle? - He said laughing
I don't know if Mario won't cause a problem
To hell with Mario...
He stopped and went to look for another bottle, but this time he sat on my couch next to me, even though there was a quite significant distance between each of the two of us.
So you were all dressed up because you were going out?
That's how...
A silence invaded the living room
But why can't I go out with another friend?
She paused, looked at me, adjusted herself slightly on the couch, as that dress covered less and more skin was visible, showing her legs, and my head was spinning.
Do you want to know the truth, dude?
-Tell me
I can't take it anymore with my husband, that's why I don't want kids, so I won't have to depend on anyone
After these words, Carmen started playing with her hair and subtly moved closer to me.
It's something I can't take anymore, I swear to you
-But look at every house you lived in, things that...
And what's the point of it all? I don't feel young next to Mario anymore, he doesn't go out, he lives for work, there's no more fun
-But she's already going to be there, it's just that she had to leave exactly today.
You're not understanding, dude, Mario is really bad in bed.
I was left stunned not knowing what to tell him. We were stuck together, one next to the other, looking at each other when he told me and I froze.
As if by inertia, we went on approaching our heads and started kissing each other timidly.
I wouldn't lie if I said I was a little nervous and my heart started to accelerate.
Carmen cut off the kiss
But you don't have to say anything, neither to Mario nor at work.
-Of course not - I said trying to hide my nervousness.
The kiss continued, now more passionate, I adjusted Carmen's hair and she climbed onto my skirt.
What was once her dress, now barely covered half of her booty leaving a black thong visible.
What had started so slow was now becoming something rapid.
Carmen started to caress my cock over my pants, which didn't take long to get hard.
While I was touching that Booty which I had seen so many times discreetly at work, I couldn't believe what I was living.
I relaxed and leaned against the sofa without resisting anything, while Carmen was taking off her dress, leaving her black lingerie set visible.
Carmen lay on the sofa and once again, between kisses I was sliding down her body, passing through her breasts which had already started to moan. I didn't stop there, but instead headed towards her pussy, already wet after just a few minutes since we'd started.
She pressed me with force and my tongue went all over her clitoris. The rhythm that Carmen put on everything was fast and violent. She pressed me with her two hands against her vagina while she didn't stop moaning and twisting.
After a while like that, I could take a breath.
His eyes were on fire, it was incredible to see that woman who had told me she felt old before, now with such a young spirit.
He made me sit down now on the sofa and looking at my eyes spat in one of his hands and started to masturbate me.
Do you like guys?
I love
-Look how much I don't like dominating.
He continued with her work of hands looking at me with my eyes when she went down and kneeling remained in front of my cock
-First slow and all the way down I told him.
She liked it when they gave her orders, who would have said that that dominant woman at work was so submissive in bed.
SLOWLY he was sucking my cock and filling it with saliva.
She would put it all in her mouth and pull it out at the same time as threads of saliva connected my cock to hers, with just as much falling on the floor.
Now a little faster and massage my balls
Carmen without hesitation, increased the pace of her oral work and with one of her hands was caressing my balls.
This went on like that until I couldn't hold back anymore. With Carmen kneeling down, and my cock in her mouth, I grabbed her head and started penetrating her mouth strongly.
I could feel my balls banging against her pear, and I'd see her eyes well up a bit, but until I was satisfied I wasn't going to stop, I was enjoying dominating one of my 'bosses'.
-I don't know how your husband doesn't screw you, what a slut you are, please - I almost yelled at her.
Next, I helped her stand up, and while she was taking air and recovering, I went back to sucking her pussy, now well moistened by her fluids.
I took Carmen by the hair and led her to a table. Placing her tits on the table and making her open her legs, I started to slide my cock through the entrance of her pussy.
-Come on, put it in, I'm not giving anymore
You have to caress my testicles
Without saying a single word, Carmen caressed my balls and I fulfilled and started to take her.
My cock fully entered her pussy and gave her more powerful and deeper thrusts each time.
Carmen stopped touching my balls and started touching her pussy and it didn't take long until her legs started shaking, letting out a loud moan, signaling that she was about to finish.
With a little pity for her, I took her to the couch and we went back to kissing.
This time the rhythm was strong and rapid.
Carmen used the word: pussy towards the sound of the humid air that was when my cock and while she was touching herself.
While we were kissing, I told him
What a slapper you are, how do you like warming up eggs.
She only launched a complicit smile and continued kissing me.
After being this way for a bit and having finished Carmen for the second time, I slowed down a little and went back to caressing my balls.
This time I didn't give more, was almost about to come.
Pulling it out quickly, I said 'pussy' and putting it on its feet, I told her
-Come on, come and suck that's all I've got
Carmen didn't hesitate and again paid attention to me, went directly to my cock, put it in her mouth, and I grabbed her head to set the rhythm, already quite frantic for her to make me come.
It didn't take long for me to have Carmen kneeling with her mouth dripping my cum.
It's dripping out of his lips and reaching his nipple.
Passing my cock through places where I had come, I was taking it to her mouth and she was swallowing.
You hit me like crap guy
What a good time I had
If so, I too, haven't caught one in a month
After the polished cock that Carmen gave me, I went to my department to bathe and sleep.
When we saw each other at work the next day, the treatment was normal, and we never spoke of this again. If we had shared time alone chatting but the topic wasn't discussed by either of us.
Clearly neither Carmen nor Mario are the real names, they were modified in case someone from work reads this.
Greetings and I hope you have enjoyed reading.
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