Chapter 1: Introduction
That morning Julia had been masturbating.
She had lain awake, waiting for the dawn, and her body had begun to betray her: she had felt herself grow wet between her legs. She reached under her nightgown and found herself, swollen and slippery, pulsing gently with her heartbeat. She was so wet that she made a squelching noise when she touched herself; she was slick and hot and throbbing. She started to rub herself slowly, squeezing her thighs together, grinding herself against the mattress. She moaned softly, a little surprised at how quickly she had become aroused.
She slid her fingers inside herself, feeling the warm, wet walls of her pussy grip around them.
She gasped as she plunged deeper, exploring her own depths. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel her breath coming faster and shallower. She pressed down hard, rubbing her clit, and moaned loudly.
She imagined Marcus lying beside her, his strong, muscled arms wrapped around her waist, his lips trailing kisses up her neck. She pictured him sliding his big, hard cock into her, filling her up with his length, thrusting deep inside her. She thought about his hands on her hips, helping her ride him, guiding her movements.
She imagined his cockhead rubbing against her sensitive spot, making her cry out in pleasure. She saw his face, contorted with lust as he watched her ride him, her breasts bouncing with every movement. She heard his voice, low and rough, telling her how good she looked, how much he wanted her.
"You know what I want from you, don't you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "I want you to come all over my cock.
" She shivered at the dirty words, imagining him fucking her hard from behind. "I want to feel your tight, wet pussy squeeze around me as you cum."
Her nipples were rock hard now, poking through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She wanted him so badly; she needed him inside her right now.
Julia sat up and pushed her nightgown off her shoulders, throwing it across the room.
The cool air hit her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She spread her legs wide, running her fingers along her inner thighs, then slipping her middle finger back inside herself. It slipped in easily, still wet from before. She started to fuck herself, slow and steady, building up speed until she was rocking her hips, desperate for release.
As she came closer to orgasm, she began to think about Marcus again. She remembered the way he had looked at her, those piercing blue eyes full of hunger and desire. She could almost hear his voice, thick with lust, telling her how bad he wanted her.
"I want to watch you come apart beneath me," he whispered in her ear. "I want to see your face when you cum, and I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock."
He kissed her neck, tracing the line of her jaw with his tongue. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves, teasing her nipples through the silk. She moaned softly, arching her back to offer herself up to him. He chuckled darkly, running his hand down her thigh and slipping it between her legs.
She gasped, arching her back as she felt his fingers brush against her wet folds. "I can tell just how turned on you are," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I bet you're soaking wet right now, aren't you?"
She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan. Her pussy clenched spasmodically, craving the touch of his erection. "Please," she pleaded, sounding more like a whimper than anything else. "Fuck me Marcus. Fuck me like one of your french girls"
Julia begged him, her voice strained and hoarse.
Marcus smirked, reaching down to pull his pants down to reveal his impressive manhood. "Oh, babygirl, you have no idea what you're asking for."
Julia moaned loudly, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his shaft. She gasped, feeling his member throb in her grasp. "God, I need you inside me."
Just as Julia was about to imagine what it would be like to have Marcus inside of her, she orgasmed hard.
She knew it was wrong to masturbate while thinking about her rival, but she couldn't help it and now she just felt
guilty. She didn't even realize she had screamed until after hearing the echo of her own cries reverberate around the empty apartment. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, and she bit her lip to muffle her screams.
Her pussy convulsed around her fingers, milking them for all they were worth. She could feel her juices coating her hand, sticky and warm. She let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of being completely satisfied.
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Later, Julia arrived at work early, eager to forget about her shameful fantasy about Marcus.
She dressed professionally but carefully, selecting a skirt that fell just below her knees and a button-up blouse that showed enough cleavage to hint at what lay beneath without giving too much away.
As she walked down the hallway, she passed several co-workers who greeted her with friendly nods and smiles. But when she entered the conference room where Marcus awaited her, something changed. The tension between them crackled in the air like electricity, and she could practically feel his gaze burning into her back as she took her seat across from him.
They discussed legal strategy for hours, arguing points and presenting evidence.
However, it wasn't difficult to sense the palpable tension between them. Marcus maintained a façade of composure, although his piercing blue eyes occasionally betrayed the intense attraction he felt for Julia. In contrast, Julia struggled to focus on the task at hand, finding her attention constantly drawn to her adversary's handsome features and powerful presence.
At one point during a break Julia went to enjoy the view from the conference room. As she looked out the window she suddenly felt a hand firmly grabbing her ass.
She yelped in surprise and shock, turning around to find Marcus standing there, his eyes alight with mischief.
"Marcus we shouldn't"
she stammered, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. He smiled wickedly, his dimples deepening as he leaned in close.
"relax baby we're the only ones here"
, he said softly, his warm breath fanning her ear.
"no it's wrong" she protested sternly.
Yet deep down she secretly craved his touch. Despite their heated rivalry, there was an undeniable spark between them that seemed impossible to ignore.
"ok, but can I just say you got one hell of an ass"
, Marcus said slyly, grinning impishly. Julia felt her pulse quicken, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Is that why you grabbed it?" she asked playfully, feigning indignation. "Because my ass was 'that' enticing?"
"Well," Marcus drawled, his voice dropping seductively, "you've got a great ass, and I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of touching it."
A strange sensation washed over Julia - a mix of anger, excitement, and anticipation. "Do you mind if I eat it?"
It was as if he'd taken control of her body, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing second. She wanted to slap him across the face for daring to touch her so intimately and yet, at the same time, she wanted him to do it again.
"You're lucky that I don't report you for workplace harassment," she retorted, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "That's not funny," Marcus replied, his tone suddenly serious. Marcus stood himself right behind her and slowly started lifting up her skirt, revealing her black lace panties beneath. "You wear these for me?"
Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow as he fingered the silken material.
"No, I..." Julia was interrupted by Marcus giving her behind a spank. He quickly got down on his knees, and removed her panties "well, I said I wanted to eat it" he smirked. He began kissing her buttocks, working his way towards her asshole. "You're not used to people telling you no are you?"
Julia shot back, trying to regain control of the situation. "Well if you really meant it, you would be pushing me away"
She glanced nervously over her shoulder, half expecting someone to burst into the room. But the door remained closed, and she realized it was just the two of them.
She suddenly felt a new sensation, Marcus ' tongue had entered her butthole.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she did not protest. Instead, she arched her back slightly, allowing him better access. She could feel her arousal growing, her panties soaked through with her juices. She wanted him inside her, filling her up. And as shocking as it sounded, she also wanted him to do things to her anus. She felt a sudden wetness in her mouth.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked,
her voice trembling slightly.
"I think you know the answer to that question," Marcus responded, his breathing heavy and ragged. "But we better stop before someone returns"
He stood up abruptly, leaving Julia unsteady on her feet. She gazed at him, her expression a mixture of frustration and disappointment.
Just as she had finished correcting her clothes, Mr. Walker returned. Julia took a quick peek at Marcus crotch and she saw he had a visible hard on.
Marcus quickly grabbed Julia's wet panties from the floor and stuck them into his pocket, before Mr. Walker with a gravely deep voice asked "so young Marcus how was your trip to France?"
"oh that was a lovely trip. I tell you I really got a taste for the Parisian lifestyle", Marcus answered Mr. Walker.
"oh I bet those French girls are something else. They can teach you a trick or two"
Mr. Walker chuckled as he handed both lawyers folders full of documents.
"Yeah," Marcus agreed,. "I tell you I remember when I went there and met this girl called Marie. She had a figure like an hourglass and the things she did to me..." Mr. Walker said. "Sounds like you should have given me her number" Marcus responded slyly, handing the folder back to Walker. "Well, we shouldn't embarrass Julia"
Walker replied, gesturing towards her. Julia's face turned bright red, and she crossed her arms defensively. "Yeah I know she's so easily embarrassed" said Marcus.
Julia's face turned beet-red.
"Let's get back to business," Mr. Walker suggested, shuffling papers on his desk. "We have a meeting coming up, and I expect both of you to be prepared."
"Of course, sir," Julia replied, grateful for the change in subject. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, still reeling from the encounter with Marcus.
The remainder of the day dragged on, filled with endless meetings and stacks of paperwork. At one point when Julia sat next to Marcus she whispered to him "I think you have something that belongs to me" refering to her panties.
Marcus laughed quietly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I have no idea what you're talking about" he teased.
Julia rolled her eyes, and tried to concentrate on the presentation that Mr. Walker was doing. However, the thought of Marcus having her panties kept distracting her. When she looked back at Marcus, he demonstratively took her panties out of his pocket and took a sniff, before returning them to his pocket.
"Jesus"
Julia murmured, her flush rising to her cheeks. "Is there something wrong Julia?"
Mr. Walker asked, concern etched on his face.
"no, just women's issues. I'm sorry" Julia assured him, forcing a smile.
Later in the day Julia was taking the bus home, when she received a text. "still pantyless?" it read.
She groaned inwardly, knowing exactly who it was from.
"you better give them back"
, she demanded, trying to sound authoritative.
"if you want them back you have to earn it", Marcus replied smugly. Julia didn't have time to come up with an answer before she received a second text "I love smelling how wet I made you", and then Marcus send a video of him using her panties to masturbate. She quickly turned off the video, but did see how impressive his size was.
This revelation sent a wave of longing through her, but she decided not to answer his next text "do you like what you see?".
When she got home she laid herself down on her bed, and if as driven by an external force she took a look at the video again. She could still feel the sensation of Marcus' tongue up her anus, and now looked at this video of his erect and pulsating penis covered in her panties.
Her heart raced, and she couldn't help but be aroused by the sight before her. She felt her pussy moisten, and she ached for relief.
Her hands moved instinctively to her clit, rubbing it gently as she continued to watch the video. She could feel heat pooling between her legs, and she knew that she wouldn't last long.
She began to stroke herself harder, her thumb rubbing furiously against her clit. She moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the quiet of her bedroom.
Her fingers were moving so fast that they blurred, creating a rhythmic, pulsing motion that matched the beat of her heart. She felt herself getting closer, her muscles tightening and relaxing in anticipation. Her entire body was shaking, and she could feel the pressure building inside her.
She imagined Marcus's giant cock stretching her out from behind while she leaned against the window in the conference room.
She imagined feeling the cold glass pressing against her breasts, her nipples hardening in response.
As she was masturbating she even involuntarily called out "fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me Marcus".
She was nearing her peak, her orgasm building up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt. Julia orgasmed
hard, her scream echoing through the silent house. She felt a momentary sense of euphoria, followed by a wave of exhaustion. After catching her breath, she wiped her pussy dry and put on fresh underwear.