Creamed A widow

The office tower loomed silent under the blanket of snow, Christmas lights strung along the windows like forgotten promises. It was Christmas Eve, and I'd stayed late, the weight of another year without him pressing on my chest.

My husband had been gone three years now, taken too soon in that accident, leaving me a widow at thirty-six, CEO of this empire we'd built together. No one knew the ache, the way my body betrayed me with needs unmet. Tonight, alone in my corner office, the city twinkling below, I couldn't ignore it anymore.

I leaned back in my leather chair, the red holiday sweater hugging my full breasts, skirt hiked up. My fingers trembled as I slipped them under my panties, finding my pussy slick with neglect. 'God, I need this,' I whispered to the empty room, circling my clit slowly.

The tree in the corner blinked softly, mocking my solitude. I plunged two fingers inside, thrusting deep, imagining a strong body over mine. My breaths came ragged, hips bucking against my hand. '”Fuck, yes... harder.”

The door creaked open, and I froze, eyes snapping to the intruder. There stood Jake, the night janitor, barely twenty-five, handsome in that boyish way with tousled brown hair, sharp jaw, and those wide green eyes. He'd been with the company six months, always polite, stealing glances during his rounds. I yanked my hand away, but the evidence glistened on my fingers, my skirt still rumpled.

“Oh shit, Ms. Reynolds—sorry…sorry! I didn't mean to—“ He stammered, face flushing crimson, mop forgotten in his grip. He was in his uniform, sleeves rolled up showing toned arms, looking every bit the young stud I'd noticed but dismissed.

“Jake? What are you doing here?” I snapped, but my voice cracked, heat flooding my cheeks. Part of me wanted to die of embarrassment, but another part, the starved one—thrilled at his gaze dropping to my exposed thighs.

He backed toward the door, eyes wide. “Just finishing up. Lights were on, thought maybe you needed... anything. I'll go.” But he didn't move, transfixed, and I saw the bulge growing in his pants.

I should have let him leave, but three years of celibacy roared through me. “Wait.” My voice was husky, commanding. I stood, smoothing my skirt but not hiding the damp spot. “You've seen me. Now what? Going to pretend you didn't?”

He swallowed hard, shifting. “Ms. Reynolds, you're... beautiful. I mean, I've always thought so. From the first day. But this—“

“Call me Elena,” I said, stepping closer, my heels clicking on the hardwood.

At five-foot-eight in them, I towered a bit over his lean frame, but he was built solid from whatever gym he hit. “And you've thought about me? What, exactly?”

His cheeks burned, but his eyes met mine, shy yet hungry. “All the time. Fantasized about you in meetings, imagining... touching you. You're so strong, so gorgeous. I know it's wrong, boss and all, but—“

The confession ignited me. I grabbed his collar, pulling him in. “Show me. I've been alone too long. Fuck me, Jake. Right here.”

He hesitated, then crashed his lips to mine, tentative at first, then desperate. His mouth was warm, tasting of mint, hands fumbling to my waist. I moaned into him, guiding his palms to my breasts. “Squeeze them. I've missed hands on me.”

He did, kneading through the sweater, thumbs brushing my hard nipples. “Elena... you're perfect,” he murmured, voice breaking with awe.

I yanked the sweater over my head, bra following, exposing my heavy tits…full C-cups, pale with pink tips begging for attention.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, staring like I'd handed him the world. Then he dove in, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. Pain-pleasure shot through me as he pulled, teeth grazing, tongue swirling. “Like that? God, they taste amazing.”

“Yes! Harder, suck them raw,” I gasped, threading fingers through his hair, arching into him. He switched sides, devouring the other, leaving them swollen and wet. My pussy throbbed, untouched since my interruption.

I pushed him back, dropping to my knees on the plush carpet. “Your turn. I've wanted a young cock like yours.” His eyes widened as I unzipped him, freeing his dick—thick, seven inches, veined and curving up, balls heavy below. He was shy, hands hovering, but I didn't care.

“Elena, you don't have to—“ he started, but I cut him off, licking the underside from base to tip. He groaned, knees buckling. “Shit...”

I took him in my mouth, sucking deep, but my fetish kicked in. I pulled off, cupping his balls, heavy and smooth. “These... I need to suck them.” I'd always loved it, the vulnerability, the taste. I tongued one, then the other, drawing them into my mouth gently, humming as he shuddered.

“Fuck, Elena! That's... no one's ever—“ His voice was wrecked, hips twitching. I lavished them, licking the seam, sucking until they tightened. Then I returned to his cock, bobbing fast, saliva coating him.

He gripped my hair, shyness fading. “Can I... fuck your mouth?” At my nod, he thrust, shallow at first, then deeper, hitting my throat. I gagged but urged him on, eyes watering, loving the control he took. “Take it, boss. Suck my dick like you own it.”

Tears streamed, but I moaned around him, one hand fingering my pussy again, the other rolling his slick balls. He fucked faster, grunting, “Gonna cum—“

“Not yet,” I pulled away, standing, stripping my skirt and panties. Naked now, curves on display, wide hips, trimmed bush, ass firm from yoga. “Fuck me on the desk.”

He lifted me effortlessly, laying me back amid papers and the holiday mug. His eyes roamed, reverent. “You're stunning. I can't believe this.” Then he spread my legs, staring at my soaked pussy. “So wet for me.”

“Lick it first,” I demanded, pulling his head down. His tongue was eager, lapping my folds, dipping inside. “Yes, eat my pussy, Jake. Taste how long I've waited.” He sucked my clit, fingers joining to pump me, curling just right.

I bucked, the office spinning. “Don't stop—I'm cumming!” Waves crashed, juices flooding his mouth as I cried out, gripping the desk edge.

He rose, cock poised at my entrance. “Elena, I want you so bad. Been dreaming of this.” Shy again for a second, he pushed in slow, stretching me deliciously. It had been years; the fullness burned sweet.

“Oh god, you're huge,” I panted, wrapping legs around him. “Fuck me hard now. Pound your boss's pussy.”

That unleashed him. He slammed deep, desk shaking, balls slapping my ass. “Like this? Taking my cock, Elena?” His thrusts were relentless, hitting my cervix, one hand pinching my nipple again, twisting.

“Yes! Deeper…ruin me!” I clawed his back through his shirt, the friction building fast. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a sloppy kiss, tongues battling as he railed me.

“So tight... feels like heaven,” he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead. “You're everything I imagined. Beautiful, sexy... mine tonight.”

The words melted me. “Cum inside me, Jake. Fill this widow's pussy.” No protection, but I didn't care…raw need overrode sense.

He roared, hips stuttering, hot cum erupting deep, triggering my second orgasm. I clenched around him, milking every drop, screaming his name.

We panted, him still buried, but he wasn't done. “Turn over. Want your ass up.” I complied, bent over the desk, tits pressed to cool wood. He entered from behind, slower now, grinding. “This view... perfect.”

“Fuck me again. Make me yours,” I begged, pushing back. His hands gripped my hips, spanking lightly, once, twice, then thrusting hard. The angle hit my G-spot, pleasure coiling tight.

“You're addictive,” he whispered, reaching around to rub my clit. “Cum with me, Elena.”

I did, shattering, pussy squirting around his cock as he flooded me again, groaning my name like a prayer.

We collapsed into the chair, him pulling me onto his lap, softening inside me. Snow fell outside, the tree lights dancing on our skin. “That was... incredible,” he said softly, kissing my neck. “I've fallen for you, you know. Not just the sex…the woman.”

I smiled, tracing his jaw, feeling alive for the first time in years. 'Merry Christmas, Jake. Let's make this more than one night. And I’ll start paying your times six your usual pay.”