Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... her first orgasm ripped through her. Kate stifled a cry as she remembered where she was and Paul's hand and tongue continued to work their magic. Paul removed his hand and stood up, unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. She could see his impressive length through his pants and she reached out to touch it. He pushed his pants down and she held his hard penis, pulling him towards her as they embraced, her legs around his waist and her hand guiding him towards her wanton, dripping sex. He entered her easily; she could feel every vein pulse within her as he slid his cock in. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, wanting more of this throbbing monster to invade her married pussy. He fucked her hard, eliciting a whimper from Kate as his cock drove through her. She neared orgasm, her arms tight around his shoulders and her face buried in his neck as she screamed through it. He pushed her back and pulled out, his cum spurting high and splashing on her uniform and his desk. Both panting hard as they came down from their euphoria, he collapsed on a seat and rolled his head on his shoulders. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you!" He said a smug look on his face. "You're mine now!" Kate was stood up, wiping the sperm from her uniform with a tissue. She looked up at him quizzically, "What do you mean?" she said. "I mean, that you're mine to do with whatever I please! There's nothing you can do about it!" He laughed meanly. "You were fully ...

... complicit in this. You can't tell your husband, he'll throw you out. You can't tell the board because they won't believe a mere staffer over me. And you can't tell the police you were raped because you weren't. Simply put, I own you!" Kate's head was reeling, she knew she was trapped. She couldn't see a way out and felt her world falling apart. Over the next two years she would find that Paul would engineer situations where they would be alone together and he'd end up fucking her. In stairwells, the laundry room, offices, even on empty beds in wards full of sleeping patients. Even though she tried to avoid him, he would still find a way to be with her. He even broke into her locker at work and borrowed her keys so he could make a set for himself; the first she knew of this was when Jim had gone to work early. She thought Jim had forgotten something when she heard the front door open. She was undressed and getting ready for a shower when Paul came into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed. Shocked into inaction, she was pulled over onto her front, her bum in the air as he dropped his trousers and pushed his hard cock into her vagina. She screamed into a pillow as he relentlessly fucked her until he came into the condom he was already wearing. Arse still in the air, pussy lips sore and puffy from their battering, Kate sobbed into the pillow as he disengaged and got off the bed. "You'll be enjoying a lot more of that." He said as he entered the bathroom to clean himself up. ...