Part 1

"For goodness sake, Reg, how many times?" Ruth told a very well-inebriated Reg.

He had his arm around her lower back, a little too close for her liking. He leaned into her, his breath reeking of whisky and beer. She could feel his breath on her neck, his warm hand pressing into the small of her back.

"You've been looking at me all night. I can see it." His voice was a breathy mess, his eyes were glazed over, and he was swaying on his feet.

"To make sure you're not being a pest to the ladies in the company," she said, firmly removing his hand. She noticed his eyes darting down to her cleavage, his gaze lingering.

"Eyes up here, bud. Remember HR policies?" Ruth reminded him, knowing Reg was walking a very thin line.

Reg laughed, a little too loudly, his drink sloshing over the side of his glass. "Harmless fun, Ruth, loosen up a bit."

He took a step closer, his body pressing against hers.

Ruth took a step back, her eyes scanning the corridor for someone. The party was in full swing, the music was loud, and the chatter was loud. 

"You're making a scene, Reg. Now go home before you do something you regret." Ruth tried a final warning before being interrupted by his hand on her breast.

She gasped, the suddenness of his action taking her aback. She quickly slapped his hand away, her cheeks flushing with anger and some kind of satisfaction that he had crossed a line.

"You've crossed a line. Finally you have done it; you will lose your job this time." Her voice was steady, her eyes defiant, as she stepped away from him.

"Oh well, better go out with a bang," Reg said.

Ruth turned around, something in his voice, something that was not fear nor regret.

When Ruth brought her eyes to bear on Reg again, she gasped in shock.

Reg had his dick out, out and on full display in the corridor only they shared.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ruth hissed. "You're disgusting."

Ruth knew he was grinning, but her eyes were still on Reg's penis, but she was one hundred percent sure he was wearing a grin, unlike his cock which was as naked as could be.

"It's just us, Ruth, and if I'm getting reported, I might as well go the distance," Reg said.

"You can't just whip that out, Reg," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "Put that thing away before someone sees. sees us, with you like." Ruth moved her hand up and down, pointing out his nakedness.

Reg looked down. "Why?" he slurred.

Ruth had to shake the thought that had just occurred to her: Reg's cock was around the same size as her husband's, but his was nicer than her husband's.

She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts, her gaze still on Reg.

Ruth tried to look away. "Why? Because we are both married and we are both here in public, at a work event."

She could feel her heart thudding, her palms sweaty, and her breaths shallow.

Reg winced, "It's not like you haven't seen one before. Well, maybe one as nice as this."

'Can he hear my thoughts?' Ruth asked herself; she tried to pull herself together. His cock really was quite remarkable; she didn't know what it was; it was just something about it. It made her want to reach out and touch it, to feel it in her hand. Never once in over twenty years of marriage had she ever thought of another man's cock, but this cock was special, she reasoned.

"Oh, come on, Ruth, no one's looking," Reg said; his voice was low.

"No way, Reg, I'm not your little office fuck toy. Put that thing away and go back to the party. I won't say anything this one time." Ruth said, mustering all her resilience.

Ruth began to back away; she felt a longing and a real yearning not to, but she managed to move her legs, her eyes still not leaving the sight.

"Ruth, don't make me chase you with it," Reg pleaded. "Just tell me what you want me to do with it; your husband and my wife need not know."

Ruth was a lot less insulted by his comments than she acted as she took another backward step and back towards the party.

Ruth crossed her arms over her chest; she finally mustered the will to leave. She began to tear her eyes away from him; she was going to tell him he could stick it up his own ass and go fuck himself. She pushed herself on. "You can stick that right..."

Ruth never managed to finish the sentence; the instruction halted; she never managed to remove her gaze from his dick; Reg had started to gyrate his hips.

"Helicopter, helicopter," he said, as he moved his hips in a circular motion, his cock bouncing and swinging with each movement.

She couldn't look away, couldn't stop watching his cock as it flew through the air in circles; her feet stopped and she began to retrace the steps back towards him.

Ruth liked the tip glistening in the dim light.

"I'm making him dance for you, Ruth." He said, his voice thick with lust.

Ruth swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto his cock.

"What were you saying?" Reg asked, his voice smug.

Ruth surrendered to her desires, her arousal.

"I said you can stick that right up anywhere you like if you let me suck it." Ruth said in a desperate pant.

"What about Mr. Right?" Reg asked her.

"Who?" Ruth said now, pressing against him.

"Your husband," Reg responded.

"Like you said, they don't need to know," Ruth murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the tip of his cock. She could feel it twitch under her touch, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.

Reg let out a low groan.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his glazed, tipsy gaze. "You like that, don't you, Reg? So why don't you just let me put it in my mouth, really quick?"

Ruth said with her own naughty smile, her fingers wrapping around his cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. She could feel it growing harder in her hand, the pre-cum slicking her skin.

Reg let out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Fuck, Ruth, I would, but what about office relationships and HR policies?" he teased, his cock growing at her touch.

Ruth smirked, "Fuck the policies, Reg. I don't give a shit about them right now." She tightened her grip on his cock, her thumb circling the head as her eyes went back down between their bodies. "I just want to taste you. If it's wrong, I guess I'm just a bad girl, a naughty boss."

"Well, if you insist," Reg told her and moved his hand to her head, his fingers inside her tightly pinned-updo hair, just the strands that came down the side framing her face.

Ruth went with his direction, eager at his willingness to let her get perverted.

She pulled her dress up her thighs slightly and dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his cock as she moved. She could feel the thin carpet against her skin. She didn't care; all she could focus on was the thick cock in front of her pristine makeup-covered face, ready to be taken into her mouth.

She licked her lips, anticipating the taste of him. She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, her fingertips just touching. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock before her eyes went crossed and focused on the head of his swollen cock that was closing in on her open mouth.

Ruth's mind raced as she realised that this was the first cock that wasn't her husband's that she would be tasting. She couldn't believe how naughty she was being, how slutty she felt. And she fucking loved it. Her husband was a good man, but his cock was nothing special compared to this cock, Reg's cock.

Ruth's lips widened, her mouth wide to accommodate his girth as she took him in right back and into her waiting mouth, her eyes watering slightly at the sudden intrusion. She could taste the saltiness of his precum and the muskiness of his skin; she loved it.

She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth, the way she seemed to easily take him in the back of her throat. She realised that she had never felt this way with her husband's cock, that Reg's cock was far superior. She reasoned that no one would find out, that her husband and Reg's wife would never need to know. The party was in full swing; everyone was too busy drinking and gossiping to notice their absence. She felt a thrill of excitement. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could feel was wetness, slick, moist juices flowing through her pussy, a deep, pulsing desire to please Reg and her own wants.

She slipped her hand under her dress, finding her clit through her panties. She began to rub herself as she sucked Reg's cock, her moans vibrating around his shaft. 

"God, you suck a mean dick. I always imagined you sucking my dick," Reg said above her.

Ruth felt a pang of pleasure at his words, at his fingers messing with her hair, the hair she had paid handsomely for her stylist to create just hours ago—strands of brown and blonde falling around her face, further framing it.

'They won't miss us, not at this party,' she told herself, her mouth full of Reg's meat.

'And our partners won't find out; it's just this once, this one little indiscretion, a little fun, a little office romance. I'll make it up to him with a BJ of his own. She thought to herself as she bobbed her head back and forth, her lips tight around his shaft.

Reg let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. "Fuck, Ruth, that's so good. I can't believe you're sucking my married cock and using your married mouth."

Reg groaned as Ruth continued to work him with her lips and hands, her own pleasure building with each stroke. The naughtiness of the situation was turning her on more than she ever thought possible. The idea that she was cheating, that she was sucking his married cock, and using her married mouth to do it. It made her feel wicked and dirty.

"You suck it better than my wife, or even my ex-wife," Reg complimented.

Ruth felt a thrill of pleasure at his words, her eyes watering as she took him in deep, her nose pressing against his abdomen as her makeup ran; she loved that he loved her cock sucking, that he thought she was better than his wife or ex-wife.

"I don't want you sucking your old man's cock ever again. I want you to suck mine. I want you to be my dirty little office fuck toy." Reg groaned, his hands tightening on her hair, his hips bucking.

She moaned around his shaft, her own desire growing with each filthy word. The idea that she was better, that she could please him more, made her feel like a fucking goddess.

She knew she was close to orgasm, the thought that this might not be a one-time thing, that she might be the office fuck toy she had always wanted to be. She kept sucking, her mouth working furiously, her hand tightening around the base of his shaft as she came. She moaned around his cock, her eyes closed, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

As she came down from her high, still sucking him, she wondered if it was because she would never ever suck her husband's cock again or if it was because this was not a one-time thing.

"I want you to let me cum on your tits, Ruth. I want to know if my cum's dripping and smeared down your cleavage and tits. I want you to walk around with it the rest of the night." Reg demanded, his voice husky with lust.

Ruth pulled back, her eyes watering, delighted at his request, an excitement coursing through her. The thought of Reg's cum on her, of walking around with it, turned her on even more.

"Do it then, cum in my big tits." Ruth pleaded.

"Cum on my tits, Reg. Right here. I want to feel it smear my cleavage all night; I want to wear you at this party, to smell of you." She leaned back slightly, her hands tugging at the fabric of her dress, pulling it forward and up, her bra-covered breasts spilling out, her cleavage on full display.

"Fuck, Ruth, you got great tits," Reg groaned, his eyes locked on her tits, his cock twitching in his hand.

Ruth encouraged him, "Yip. Now cum on them, Reg. Show me what you got. Show me how big a mess you can make on my big tits." She held her dress and bra open for him, her hair loose and falling down around her shoulders.

"Do it, Reg. Cum on my tits. I want anyone close enough to smell male seed on me. No one knows that I'm sucking your cock behind their backs. That you're jerking off all over me secretly. that I'm your secret office fuck toy to do as you want, in or out of office hours." Ruth said, her voice a whisper as she looked at Reg.

"Cum for me, Reg. Your secret office fuck toy. I'll walk around with your cum on me to know that I'm marked as yours."

Reg let out a low, guttural groan as he began to stroke his cock, his eyes never leaving Ruth's cleavage.

Reg moved his hand faster, his grip tightening around his shaft as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Here it comes, Ruth. Here's your cum," he grunted, his body tensing as the first rope of thick, white cum shot out of his cock and landed squarely on Ruth's left breast, the warmth of it making her gasp.

He groaned again as another rope followed, this one landing on her right breast, the heat of it causing her to shudder slightly. He continued to stroke himself, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came all over her, his cum mixing with her saliva that had run down her chin and dripped to her cleavage, making her skin glisten in the dim light.

Ruth watched as his orgasm played out, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and excitement.

She couldn't believe how much she loved the sight of Reg's cum splattering across her breasts, her cleavage now adorned with his mark. He continued to groan, his body shaking as he emptied himself onto her, his cum dripping down from her tits, down her stomach, even making her dress wet. She loved it, wanting to feel it dripping down her for the rest of the night. She imagined herself walking around the party, her tits glazed with his cum below her dress, the scent of him strong on her skin; she would wear him proudly. She couldn't wait to lean over and talk to someone, her tits heaving with his cum.

"Well, that was great." Reg said, "Now get back to mingling. I'm getting another drink, and later, you are coming to my room so I can fuck you before you go home to that sissy husband." Reg said with a tone of authority.

Ruth smirked, "Of course," she said back before pulling her dress back in place and wiping his cum residue onto her tongue.

Reg left her sorting it herself.

She walked back to the party, her head held high, a secret smile on her face, her tits feeling amazing in her bra and dress, 'God, my husband is such a sissy; I'm so lucky to have a manly secret office fuck buddy like Reg,' she thought.