An Office Romance Gone Wrong (A Short Romantic Story)

I started Sleeping With Mr Charles four years ago. If someone had seen the future and told me how this would have ended, I would definitely not have started this.

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 fucked 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. I excitedly gyrated my waist around him until I gripped the table hard and exploded. He grunted as I came, and rewarded me with a few sharp thrusts that led to his own climax.

This was four years ago. In the past years, I had had to fuck him for everything I needed, work-related, including my salary. No matter how hard I worked, I was only giving what I was entitled to after I had fu*ked him to his satisfaction. I enjoyed it most of the time but I was plagued with guilt and shame, especially knowing I was hurting my own man. He never suspected a thing.

John and I would be getting married in two weeks and I had been trying to broach the topic of quitting my job to him. That was the only way I could escape Mr Charles. I was about to leave for John's place as we would be visiting his uncle and aunt that afternoon. I was hoping to bring up our post-marriage plans and if we would be able to make it work if I quit.

I had been Sleeping with my boss for years now.

Things have been going smoothly for the most part except that I would be getting married in two weeks and I knew my sexual relationship with Mr Charles could not go on.

John, my fiance, had a stable job but we have had a conversation and knew we could not survive on his earnings alone. I resolved to speak with Mr Charles since it looked like I would continue to stay under his employ.

"Good afternoon, sir. I wish to speak to you," I said, upon entering his office.

He invited me to sit and I went on to explain that I would be getting married in a couple of weeks and I could not continue to fuck him.

"Wow! Congratulations." He said, adding that he understood why we would not continue having sex.

I felt relieved that this was over and I still got to keep my job.

A week later , I was pleasantly surprised to see that Mr Charles sent me a very hefty sum as a pretty significant donation towards my wedding. When I noticed, I went into his office to thank him.

"You know there is another way to show your gratitude," he said, the familiar leer in his voice.

"I told you we need to stop," I said.

"Well you are not married yet," he responded, standing up to come around and meet me. His hands found the hem of my skirt which he pushed up, turning me to face the table.

He quickly unzipped and slid his cock in from behind. I gripped is desk as he fucked me. He was quick and as usual, I felt bad afterwards but consoled myself with the fact that this would be the last time.

Three weeks later, I returned to work, excited about my new marriage and the fact that things were over between Mr Charles and I. My excitement soon waned as I discovered a lot of tasks which were left for me to do by my boss. I was hard at work the whole day and had to stay back long after closing time.

Mr Charles eventually called me to his office to organise a few of his files. He had not spoken to me the whole day and was now being very gruff. I did as he asked and was busy with the job in his office while he made some phone calls.

Finally, he said to me, "So, how is married life treating you?"

I was relieved he no longer sounded angry. "Oh, it's fine, thank you, sir."

"That's good... that's really good," he said absentmindedly.

He left his office only to return a couple of minutes later. I was just done and was heading out the door when he came in. Using his body, he pushed me back into his office.

"Where are you going? You are not done."

I was surprised. I looked around the office to see if there was something else I missed then looked questioningly at him. He gave me one quick glance then leaned in to kiss me. His mouth was on mine and he said, "I have missed you," in between kisses.

I pushed back, alarmed. "We agreed to stop..."

He interrupted me with another kiss, his hands clawing underneath my top and on my breasts through my lacy bra.

"Just one more time," he kept saying again and again. I was unable to push him off me as he had raised my skirt and pushed me against a table where he forced me to sit on the edge. I clawed at his shoulder and pounded him with my fist but this seemed to urge him on even more.

"Stop fighting if you do not want everyone to know I gave you so much money for your wedding as payment for fucking your pussy."

I was shocked at this threat and he took the advantage by pushing my panties to the side and shoving his cock into me. As soon as he entered, I knew there was no point fighting any more. I held on to him as he pounded roughly inside me.

When I stopped fighting, he moved his hands to my waist and buried his head in my neck, giving me a few bites as he fucked me. I closed my eyes and tried really hard not to enjoy it but no matter what he did, his thick cock elicited a pleasurable reaction as he moved sweetly in and out of me. I groaned in frustration at how my nipple perked up and my hands soon moved away from his shoulder and I began to rub my boobs in ecstasy.

He panted heavily, his thick cock sliding into my walls, stretching me as he ground against my g-spot. His dick was soon coated in my wetness and he slid even more easily in and out until he held on to me and came hard inside my cunt.

I had had to accept that not only do I have to keep fucking him so he would not announce to everyone, including my husband that he paid for our wedding because I spread my legs for him, I also had to continue because I needed the job.

There were days I would come to work after fucking my man earlier and have to bend over for Mr Charles to enter my pussy. Sometimes, I felt sick when I had to fuck my husband in the evening after Mr Charles had shoved his thickness into me earlier.

This was why, after I found out I was 2 months pregnant, I was agitated and worried, wondering who the heck the father was.