Bratty Homewrecker (Sophie’s Scandal) Part 1
I hope you’ve been following along with my scandalous summer vacation. This is how I became a bratty homewrecker. It wasn’t intentional or anything. It just sort of happened. Without further ado, let’s get into this juicy story.
I was sitting at my desk doing my work in silence. Boss Lady was out taking her lunch as usual and things were pretty slow. I was really enjoying my nice pay raise and all the perks of fucking the boss’s hubby.
The automatic doors opened and in walked that handsome silver fox I never got tired of looking at. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I giggled playfully, smiled, and batted my eyelashes at him.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he crooked a finger at me as he walked into the boss’s office. So, I got up, followed him, and closed the door behind me. “Is someone ready for round two in your wife’s office?”
He glared down at me. That was confusing because he was always so gentle and sweet. I mean, he was cheating on his wife with me after all. My smile dimmed but didn’t fade. “What’s wrong?”
“This,” he said furiously. “All of this is wrong. I’m fed up with the bullshit, Sophie.”
I walked closer to him. “You know what happens if you stop fucking me. Don’t do something stupid.”
Before I could say anything else, he grabbed me by my throat.
He put enough pressure so I couldn’t talk but not so much that I’d pass out. Then, he pushed me up against the wall. He leaned close so that his lips brushed my ear when he spoke. “No, not by a long shot. It’s not the sex I’ve had enough of. What I’m done with, dear Sophie is your blackmail crap. I’ve got something on you that levels the playing field.”
He took out his phone and showed me some pictures of us. I was bent over and looking back at him while he pounded me from behind. “You never told me about your boyfriend. That changes everything, you know that, right?”
My eyes grew wide in shock and surprise. How did he find out about my boyfriend? Was he stalking me or something? “So,” he continued, “now we’re even and you have nothing to hold over me.”
He released the pressure just a little bit as he stared into my eyes. “Okay, you caught me. We’re both cheaters. I didn’t know you were the boss’s hubby until afterward. But I really love the way you fuck me. Please,” I begged, “don’t stop. My boyfriend doesn’t make me cum like you do.”
“Is that so?” His voice was a low growl that sent shivers up and down my spine. It made me so wet because I’ve secretly always wanted to get fucked by a dominant guy. I honestly didn’t think it would be Mr. Boss Lady because of how submissive he had been. Then again,
I did blackmail him so he didn’t really have a choice.
But now, he was everything I wanted and then some. I wanted him to fuck me. It was a thrill the first time we fucked in Boss Lady’s office and it was just as an exciting a prospect as before. But this time I knew he was my boss’s husband.
“Please,” I begged again, “fuck me.” In response, he pushed his hips against me and I could feel his hard cock. Oh, god, he was going to give it to me. That thought brought me so close to the edge. What was he going to do?
Can’t wait for Part 2 of my bratty homewrecker blog on Friday? Check out my audio blog version with more dirty details. If you’d like to read more naughty action (and how I blackmailed Mr. Boss Lady), go check out my Blackmail Extortion blog.