Office romance gone wrong Part 1…

It started right during the job interview. Mr Charles and I had the usual talk and he gave me a job offer. It was an amazing offer. The job was great for many other reasons. It was in my line of career and it was also very close to my home.

I was jumping in my seat across from him when he offered it to me. He got up from his chair and came towards me. I was so excited that as soon as he got up to walk around towards me, I got up and gave him a hug. His hands came to wrap around me tightly. They rested on my waist but soon, they gently slid below to grasp my ass.

I pushed him off, startled. “Why did you do that?”

“Oh, come on, did you honestly think you got this job because you were the best candidate?”

“I don’t understand,” I said, moving back from him.

“You have to give something to get something.” He came towards me, brought his hand to rest on my cheek. “Such a beautiful girl.” After a pause, he added, “well, you can choose not to take it. It is up to you. I am in no mood to force you.”

I walked out, angry. It took two days for me to realise he had won. My bills were piling up and I had no other job prospects. All  I had to do was just accept his proposition just this once and I have a job. It was certainly something I could do.

My heart broke as I thought about John, my boyfriend. There was no way he could know. I had to do it.

The next afternoon, I was at his office, standing before him. As soon as I entered, he smiled triumphantly at me.

He got up and walked steadily towards me. I tried not to flinch as his hands came around me again. He leaned in to kiss my neck and gave a very odd grunt. I stood still, shaking with indignation and shame. He did not seem perturbed my stance. He brought his hands to the hem of my skirt and slowly pushed it up. His hands were soon on my bare ass as he traced the line of my thong between my ass cheeks.

Pushing away the stand of material between my ass, he used his hands to trace that line again, stroking gently as he made his way deeper inside, nearing my anus. His hips grinded hungrily against mine and I could feel his erection poking against my pelvis as he did. He gave that primal grunt again as one of his fingers played around my asshole.

I heard a moaning sound and I was shocked to realise it came from me. I was even more shocked to realise that, when his hand came to my pussy and slipped into my panties, there was wetness.

“Hmm, are you ready for me?” he groaned in my ears. Another moan escaped me as two fingers slipped into my pussy. I felt like I had no control over my body and my reactions to him as I began grinding against his fingers when he bleeped me with them. Excited by my reaction, he pumped faster and deeper, making me drip even more. I was letting go and starting to feel my orgasm build when he stopped. I nearly cried out, begging him to continue but he seemed to have other plans.

He yanked my panties off and turned me around to face the desk. He was soon standing behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper and I knew what was coming next. I felt his dick rub against the centre of my ass and made its way towards the entrance of my cunt. He put the head of his dick at the entrance, not moving, not entering. I could not handle the anticipation as I moved my hips against him, wanting him to slide inside me.

“I knew you were a wild one. I knew it!” He said, and pushed his cock into me, groaning loudly. He began to slide in and out, and I moved back and forth, meeting his thrusts. He pushed me so I was completely bent over his table then he grabbed my ass and thrust roughly in and out of my cunt.

I did feel wild. There was something freeing and exhilarating about being taken advantage of that way and made to feel like  a wanton slut. I enjoyed it thoroughly even though I would never be able to admit it to myself.

As he moved, my orgasm began building again. I bucked around him, wanting him to push me until I reached there.

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THE PASTOR'S WIFE.
That morning, my husband David came
to pick me at the airport. He was dry
faced and tensed, very unusual.
Other times, David would be so excited
to come pick me, he would kiss me and
hug me passionately, but now,
everything became different.
“You kept me waiting for hours in there.”
I said, gazing angrily at him.
“Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is
Saturday.”
“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from
summer lessons, and then rush to
church to counsel a few couples.”He
said soothingly.
“you now prepare the kids for school,
What happened to Ifeoma? she is the
kids nanny.”
“And you are the Kids mom!” He
Screamed suddenly.
“you’ve been away from your family for
5months Ekom, the kids don’t even talk
about you anymore.” David deliberately
slowed his breathing in a bid to calm
himself down.

I was silent for a while.
my lips quivered, but David ignored that
he saw tears glistening in my eyes.
Catching his eyes as he tried to look at
me, I sensed a shiver of unease go
through him.
He was right, I was away from my family
for four months or more, I had women’s
conference and hundreds of women to
mentor in Houston. It was a moment I
didn’t want to miss.
Then I broke the silence; “what of
Ifeoma?”

David looked uncertain. “she fell ill, so I
asked her to go see Doctor Dennis.”
We were both quiet until we got home.
I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my
slippers and sank my feet into rug and
decided to keep them sunk in so that my
toes would feel cushioned. So that a part
of me would feel safe.
“mummy!” my daughter screamed,
breathing deeply.
She smuggled into my arms and I
grabbed her tight to myself.
“where is your sister?” I whispered into
her ears.
“she is sleeping.”
Not long I heard tiny foots running along
the corridor that led to my room.
“mummy, mummy…” She jumped on me
and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me
in the sweet comfort of motherhood.
They looked so healthy and chubby.
“what has aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been
feeding you with?”
“Golden morn and banana porridge!”
they chorused shrilly.
“Mummy, Church people said that you
are no longer daddy’s wife.” My first
daughter Teye said, her eyes became
sad. Deep and sad.
“Aunty Ifeoma Now sleeps in daddy’s
room.” Mfon the youngest said.
My heart jumped, I knew at that
moment, that there were stories In their
eyes that I was yet to know.

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