Only Office Hours

Chapter 3: Desperation at Midnight Sofia

What started as a night I hated turned out to be one I would never forget.

I was in the lounge of a stranger, his body was against me and his lips were dancing with mine. I'd reject any stranger on a normal day, because everyday was a bad day for me.

How I'd accepted this was still a wonder to me. There was something about this stranger that tugged at my heart. He was reading me like a book, right from the start and I was happy he did.

I couldn't tell anymore if I was really doing this for the money. It was about him, I guess.

He had me pinned to the wall like his favourite painting and our tongues met in a passionate twist that took efforts to break. His hands slid gently down my arms, sending tingles through my whole body.

His palms traced down to my breasts and cupped them. I gasped as he squeezed the area hard enough to tear through the fabric.

My hands came down and we struggled with the only body barrier, our clothes. In a blink, clothes were on the floor, and we were exploring.

My hand slipped into his boxer, making a finger tease on his c**k. I loved the width and the feel of it in between my palms. He groaned softly as I massaged his hardening c**k.

He leaned in, grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. I anchored his body with my legs and we kissed all the way to the bed, his palms squeezing my butt.

He tossed me to the bed. He came over me and stared over my nude body. I pushed a strand of hair off my face and watched him. It was his call.

His hand ran up my thighs, slowed down just at the right spot. My fingers clawed at the bedsheets as he massaged and stroked the folds of my c**t with just the right amount of pressure that made me moan. His finger slid into my c**t and I whimpered with my eyes closed. His fingers didn't stop, he fingered me, digging them deeper.

"f**k," I moaned, as the thrill spread through my body.

His lips rested over my n****e. His tongue swirled over it. I arched my body upward and moaned louder.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he played with my wet c**t and sucked my n*****s at the same time. He was torturing me and I was almost dying; dying to have him in me. Reality blurred at that point, I wanted him.

I was slightly becoming impatient to the torture. Reaching for his boxers, I pulled the elastic waistbands down to reveal his waistline and pelvic region. He stared down at me and chuckled.

"So you want me after all huh?" He slapped me on my cheek and I moaned.

He pulled down his boxers entirely to reveal a fully hard shaft that was pointing at my face like a loaded gun, ready for action. I leaned forward and reached out to it, feeling my pulse hike up like I was making a very bold life changing decision. I massaged it and stroked it. I stared up to see his reaction. He threw his head back, staring up at the ceiling and moaned. I adjusted, I was now close enough to coat the tip of it with my mouth. I sucked on it, going down, inch by inch, until my mouth swallowed his whole shaft. I gagged and withdrew it.

He looked down on me and smiled. He pushed me down on the bed. I relaxed on the bed, spreading my hips wider to reveal my sweet spot, which was already as wet as a water fountain.

He leaned in, I felt his skin on mine, and lunged it in my hole. I gasped with my eyes wide open as I felt it slid deeper.

"f**k," I moaned with a shaky voice.

He began nudging and poking at a rhythmic pace. He felt so good, better than his fingers had felt. I closed my eyes, moaning with every poke.

Desperately, my hands massaged his shoulders, his back, combed through his hair, and his ears as he pressed into me, filling me with so much desire. He rocked his hips gently, and I reciprocated. In the heat of the action, he thrust even harder, poking deeper into me.

"Oh f**k!" I screamed as he went wild.

He went on, faster, slower and faster again. I couldn't hold back anymore, my body convulsed to a point I lost control. It was a feeling I'd never reached before even with the man I'd been with before.

It was definitely a divine ecstasy.

He groaned and slid over me to the other side, panting and staring up at the ceiling.

He chuckled, "I'll give it to you, that's the best I've been entertained in years."

He stood up, I couldn't stop staring at his perfect ass, and walked to a cabinet some meters away from the bed. He pulled out a layer, took out a bundle of cash and walked back again, his d**k dangling in between his legs.

He tossed the money on my breasts.

"Five thousand dollars. You can count if you want," he said casually and slid onto the bed next to me.

I lifted up the bundle of cash, it was heavy enough to be five thousand, even if I didn't count.

"Turn around," he said, twirling his forefinger.

I swallowed and turned around, edging my ass at him.

He s*****d me on my butt cheeks and I whimpered. He clearly wasn't done with me. He raised my hips and I felt his shaft force its way into me again. I moaned and by impulse, the bundle of cash fell off my hand. I grabbed the pillow, squeezing it tight as he humped me from behind.

Once again, I was shivering and screaming in pleasure. We went on through the night, I couldn't count how many rounds we had gone. Each time he had me still wanting more and I was sure he couldn't get enough of me too.

I didn't know when I dozed off, but I was woken up by a tap on my hips.

"Get your stuff and get out of here," he tossed my panties to my face.

I jerked up and quickly covered myself with the blanket.

He wore a tan top and shorts.

I stood up, got dressed, took the money, shoved it into my purse and I walked towards the door.

I turned to him, but he had this cold look on his face, like he had not enjoyed his service.

I stepped out of his room, shutting the door behind me.

What have I done? I asked myself as I ran down the stairs.

Tears were clouding my eyes as I made my way out of the lounge. Desperation drove me here. I had enjoyed the whole show last night, but after seeing that cold look on his face, I realized what had just happened. It was a night that would never happen again and he didn't care about the feeling. Reality gradually washed over me.

Was it worth it? My eyes darted down to my purse.

The deed was done after all. Now I had to go back to my normal life and continue the normal routine.

"Mom," I halted in my tracks and stared blankly at the road. She was the main reason I was doing this.

Just then, my phone rang. I took it out from my purse, glanced at the screen and answered

"Hello, doctor."

"What? What happened? I'm on my way right now."

"Taxi!" I hailed a cab that drove by. It stopped and I rushed towards it, my heart pounding in my chest.