You can learn many things while working at a call center; how to interact with different clients, how to have better communication skills, and most of all, how to have sex with a married man without his wife knowing.
I can clearly remember the first time I met Clay. As a fresh hire eager but nervous to approach people, he was the first to make my work environment a comfortable place to move around in. After all, he was my call center manager at that time. Charismatic, outgoing, and goal-oriented, everyone in the office already saw the successful future ahead of him. Little did I know that when he said he was very hands-on, he also pertained to using his hands on my body.
“Good morning, Clay!” I energetically greeted him as I walked into the office. It was my second week of work during that time, and I was slowly warming up to my colleagues. The office setup was easy to visualize; our desks were beside each other, so we could quickly rush to rescue any agent who needed it. Luckily, I sat beside Clay, now my happy crush at work.
“Good morning, Athena! Ready to start another tiring day?” Clay beamed at me. With a laugh and a gentle nod, we started our usual routine: serving clients and managing calls.
I was having difficulty responding to an angry caller during my shift, which Clay immediately noticed. At first, I thought he would get mad at me, but he stood up, went to my desk, and gently held my shoulders. I figured that it was one way of helping me relax. Throughout the call, Clay was there to assist and help me calm down, much to my relief. Finally, after the dreadful call was finished, I turned to Clay and thanked him.
“Thank you so much for assisting me,” I said in a relieved voice. Clay sat on his chair and put his hand on my legs to recognize my gratitude. Although it was a simple gesture, I couldn’t help but feel something in the way his hand gently patted and stroked my legs. I looked Clay in the eye, only to realize he watched me the whole time. I immediately went back to work and tried to shake off what I was feeling.
Fast forward to lunchtime, Clay asked me to accompany him to make photocopies of important papers that he had to submit in exchange for treating me to lunch. Of course, I agreed and happily accompanied him to the extra room by the office. Here, printing and photocopying machines are free to use. When he asked me to organize a few papers for him, I noticed it was for his promotion. Excited and happy that I was part of his journey toward promotion, I smiled at Clay and continued what I was doing.
“You know, everyone at the office believes you’re going to be the next supervisor,” I told him with pride and assurance in my tone while rubbing his shoulders.
“Do you believe that, too?” This time, his tone was that of a child. I couldn’t help but look at him in the eyes and nod. For some reason, I felt warm and giddy around Clay. I knew he was my happy crush, but I kept reminding myself that it had to stop because he was already married. I know because I see the ring on his finger, and I also see it in the pictures displayed on his desk.
As I was lost in these thoughts, I was jolted back to reality when I sensed someone near me; it was Clay.
“Athena, can I tell you something?” he whispered. The tiny hairs around my body made me shiver with anticipation, especially how close we were to each other.
“Sure, what is it?” I asked back in a small voice.
“I know it hasn’t been long since you worked here, but something about you makes me forget I’m married. I’m sorry for saying this, but I want to fuck you so badly.” This time, he closed the space between us, and I could feel his erection poking my back.
Stop it, Athena. What you’re doing is wrong. These are the words the voices in my head kept, but I was already drowning in infatuation.
Shaking off all the values and principles I hold dear, I acted like I would reach for something on the floor to rub my buttocks against his bulge. When Clay noticed that I was reciprocating his pass at me, he wasted no time locking the room door and walking back toward me. Before I knew it, he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me with his tongue. Bursts of heat and lust spread throughout my body like wildfire, making me yearn for more.
“Clay, you’re married,” I said breathlessly between our kisses.
“This is wrong,” I whispered as his hands started making their way through my body. All the sense I was still holding on to left my body as his hands slid under my blouse and bra and played with my breasts. I couldn’t help but let out a moan because of how he was caressing them.
“I know I’m married, but she won’t know,” he huskily said while playing with my nipples using his thumb.
Before I knew it, my blouse and bra were on the floor, and Clay’s mouth was sucking on my breasts like a child. It has been a long time since I got railed, I thought to myself.
Then, without much consideration of what I was about to involve myself in, I knelt down and looked Clay in the eye. His breathing had become heavier, and his eyes were drunk with lust. With the right momentum, I planted wet kisses on his stomach while removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Once successful, I pulled his hard dick from inside his boxers and licked its tip. Clay let out a restrained moan.
Then, as I started to suck and lick the tip of his shaft, his hands found their way to my head and grabbed a handful of my hair to gain more control.
“You’re torturing me, Athena,” he said. In response to that, I slapped his hard dick against my cheeks and watched as his breathing became heavier than earlier. Finally giving in to his pleas, I put his dick inside my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. As a result, Clay’s hand on my hair tightened, prompting me to bob my head forward and backward at varying speeds.
As I slowly made a rhythm for him to orgasm, he suddenly held my head and pushed his dick inside, rapidly fucking my mouth until I felt I had no air. It was my first time experiencing deepthroat, so I patted his thighs a few times to let him know I needed to breathe. Clay probably understood it because he loosened his grip on my hair and let me move on my own.
After a few moments of sucking his dick and playing with his balls, he again tightened his grip on my head and started fucking my mouth. Hearing him pant and moan with pleasure made me move my head faster. Then, before I felt I had no more air, I felt the warm liquid coming out from his throbbing penis and bursting into my mouth.
I swallowed.
“That is one sexy thing to do,” Clay said in a throaty voice.
“My turn,” I whispered, slowly unbuttoning my skirt for easier access. Now recovered and ready for another round of orgasm, Clay played with my breasts with his hands. At the same time, I removed my underwear as well. Overwhelmed with pleasure and lust, he wasted no time and grabbed me by the waist to position me by the machine. Then, with my upper body bent on the machine, he rubbed his hard dick on my ass.
“Fuck me, Clay. Fuck me hard,” I told him through gritted teeth. I felt that I was losing my mind because of the pleasure I was feeling, and it wasn’t helping that Clay was teasing me by putting the tip of his penis inside me and pulling it out. All I could do at that point was moan and beg for him to fuck me, so that’s what I did.
Before I knew it, he put his hard dick inside me and held my breasts while thrusting in and out of me. My moans seemed to be getting louder because Clay put his hand on my mouth and shushed me gently.
“Sssshhh, other people might discover how sexy you are,” he whispered. He continued moving inside me and grunting with pleasure when suddenly, his cell phone rang.
“Answer it,” I told him.
“Answer it while fucking me, Clay,” I said again. Clay listened and answered his phone.
“Hello, Honey! How are you doing?” he asked, moving his dick inside me. It was his wife, who had no idea he was fucking someone right now.
“Everything’s fine. I just called to ask if you already had lunch. How was lunch?” I could hear the call very clearly.
At this point, Clay stopped moving inside me to focus on answering his wife’s questions. Swiftly but smoothly, I guided him onto the floor and sat on top of him. As I lowered myself on Clay, I grabbed his penis and rubbed my wet entrance, teasing him with every thrust that didn’t continue.
“I’m doing great at the office. I’m having late lunch right now—” Clay suddenly gritted his teeth when I sat on him, putting my whole weight on him and accepting the wholeness of his erection inside me. “I’m having late lunch right now, so I’m having a hard time answering you properly,” he explained to avoid suspicions from his wife.
As his wife started to tell him stories about her day, I grabbed the chance to grind my hips on Clay, making his eyes roll with pleasure. While he was on call, I made sure not to break eye contact with him and show him how much I enjoyed riding him. With every lip bite and silent moan, his hands tighten on my waist and caress my breasts to please me more.
“That’s good to hear, Honey. I would like to listen more to your words when I get home. I’ll see you later, okay?” Unable to take it any longer, Clay ended the call and grabbed my waist to press myself deeper into him.
“You’re a naughty, naughty girl,” he said in a husky voice. He immediately switched our places, with me on the floor and him on top of me. Without saying anything, he put my legs on his shoulders and thrust into me deeply and roughly. Feeling his whole length with every thrust, I couldn’t help but moan and roll my eyes as he took full control of using my body to make him cum.
Then, just when I thought he would slow down, he locked my legs on his shoulders with his arms and started fucking me senselessly until he reached his peak.
“Cum in me, Clay,” I moaned to him. Perhaps that was the final piece to his orgasm because not long after saying those words, he moaned and filled my insides with his cum.
As we fixed ourselves and the papers needed for his promotion, we walked out the door together as if nothing happened.
A few weeks later, Clay was promoted to supervisor. And guess what?
He appointed me as his secretary.
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