After my rather wild afternoon/evening I was exhausted and the drive home was an effort. I was also more than slightly ashamed of how filthy I had been and the risks I had taken. It wasn’t going to change my playing around, nor my efforts to fully satisfy the needs and fantasies of my lovers, but I doubted I would see Sue again, she had taken me beyond my comfort zone. I woke up that Saturday morning though feeling high on life and even the prospect of the Tesco shop with the grumpy wife didn’t fill me with dismay. As she got a trolley I glanced at my phone and saw there were several messages from Sue. Making my excuses, I headed into the gents, taking a stall so I could read the messages. There were pictures of her using two vibrators on herself, she said because she had woken up gagging for it. She wanted, indeed was begging to come and see me on Wednesday evening for some more fun. Pushing the trolley round Tesco, I had little attention for the task, my mind was buzzing about if I saw her, where and what to do with her. Part way round, a chance comment gave me an idea, that with an addition to it became an exciting plan, so I messaged back saying come and that I would collect her from the station. So, Wednesday evening about 8 I parked up at the station, saw the train pull in, she got off, again in a dress, she spotted me and came over, got in the car. I leaned over to kiss her. After a couple of minutes of sloppy wet kissing she shuddered and orgasmed. “Oh God, how do you do that? And where are we going? You never said.” “My office” I replied, “Want you over my desk and elsewhere”. “Ooh kinky, never fucked at work”. Within a couple of minutes, we were parked outside the office and I was opening the front door, I was key holder for alarm issues, called out every few weeks. Inside I moved to the alarm panel and punched in the code. I turned to find Sue naked, a finger in her newly bald smooth twat, gently moaning. Her tits were big, but those damn weird nipples kind of spoiled the view. I pointed to a door off to one side, Sue went in, with me right behind. The conference room was dominated by a huge expanse of table covered in a royal blue baize cloth. My boss Tim was OCD about marks and fluff on this bloody cloth, my plan was to mark it well. I told her to hop up on top of the table right by Tim’s seat, to lay back and spread her thighs. This she gladly did and I went muff diving, sucking and licking like crazy, gently biting labia and clit. I kept going for about ten minutes. I lost track of her orgasms, but the flood of juices had made a nice little puddle in Tim’s space. I lifted my head, face wet from her squirting. I moved her round to another spot, this was Rick’s place, an obnoxious jerk of a colleague. This time I put her legs up over my shoulders and fucked her deep and hard. Her vagina gripped me hard, milking my cock as I rammed into her trembling body. I hadn’t even wanked since I saw her, my balls were full, throbbing and I was desperate to blow my load deep inside her. She screamed and gripped harder. We both orgasmed, not sure who ejaculated more volume, but I slumped into Rick’s seat shirt soaked and watched in awe as my spunk dribbled out of her, ran down between her ass cheeks before pooling on the cloth. That left a beautiful white sort of V shaped stain for Rick Tim’s amorphous stain looked a bit darker than a water stain. But next night at our Management meeting, seeing them brushing at the stains made me smirk and laugh inside Back to insatiable Sue, I helped her off the table and headed for my desk, upstairs. In the stairwell, at the foot of the stairs, remembering her fantasy, albeit for home, I let her up the first step, then told her to bend right forward, brace on a higher step and I rammed in from behind. I staggered slightly, catching my balance by grabbing both hand rails. Had never given it a thought before, but bracing against the rails I could ram my cock into her harder than I thought possible. I had never noticed before at how well sound echoed in the stairwell. But the sound of screams bouncing off the walls, together with the slap of my thighs hitting her butt and her wildly swinging tits slamming back onto her chest was an uber-erotic symphony. Soon we both yelled as we again orgasmed simultaneously. Too exhausted to make it upstairs, we dressed and I dropped her back to the station. We used the office twice more, fucking over my desk, Tim’s desk, his chair staining the seat cushion. Oh and on the stairs again, fucking her pussy at the bottom, her arse at the landing midway and her mouth at the top. Every time we met I was left totally drained of spunk and energy. I saw her one last time and I expect you will all judge me on this. She invited me to dinner and to spend the night at a hotel near the British Library. I agreed willingly, after all a bed would be nice, normal and comfy. Dinner was going well , we were chatting about work, life, politics anything. Suddenly she announced her dad was going to a hospice and she wanted me to move in instead. I sat stunned but demurred citing the wife and daughter. She shrugged and said lets go fuck. We got in the lift, she pressed for fourth floor, it jerked to life. Sue lifted her dress and demanded I finger her, I did and soon her juices were running down her legs, she was complaining four floors wasn’t enough to screw. I wasn’t ready. Already at third floor I agreed. At next floor we got out, she flung open a room door marched, pulling her dress off as she went. I stripped too and found her on her back, atop the bed, arms and legs spread wide. I went unconventional for us, I dived onto her fucking her missionary able to suck her tits as I pounded into her. After a couple of squirty orgasms her weird nipples came out to play, as usual, I gently pinched them with my teeth and sent her over the edge again . Then it all literally went tits up. She asked me to bite harder. Ever eager to please I bit harder, more pressure than I would want on my nipples or indeed any part of my body. She came more violently and screamed “Harder, harder” To which I say “Just how hard should I bite?” “Make them bleed you bastard. Hurt me, scar me.” OK, I freely admit I can be a dirty bugger, but I have limits, pain and pooh chief among them. I jumped off her, threw clothes on and stormed out telling her she was sick in the head and I could never live with her. Never saw her again, a single apologetic email all I heard. Until her dad died and she invited me to move in again.