Fucked by both my Bosses—Please...let me cum 2.

Charissa's POV

I stood frozen.

I had no idea what to do.

The glass of water shook in my hand.

I was so stunned, I didn't even hear Mrs. Claremont enter into the bedroom.

“You should probably put that down,” she whispered, her breath fanning my ear, making a shiver run through me.

“Y-Yes, ma'am,” I breathed.

I walked briskly to the table and dropped the tray on it, breathing heavily.

I slowly placed my shaky hands on the table, trying to catch my breath.

“Do you like what you see?”

She asked from behind me, her hand slowly running down my exposed thigh.

I let out a small whimper, pressing my thighs together.

I shouldn't be reacting to this.

I should stop her, tell her I'm married, and storm out, but I couldn't.

Her hands groped my waist from behind, pushing me further against the table.

She pushed up against my back, running her tongue down my ear.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful,” she whispered, and I couldn't stop myself from pressing back into her.

I don't understand why I was reacting like this.

I wasn't gay to begin with, but this just felt so good.

Her hand slid down my waist to my already soaked panties.

She groped my pussy in her palm, and a loud moan burst through me as I melted into her.

I wanted more.

That small guilt that was beginning to stir in me was immediately diminished.

“Do you want me to keep going, huh?” she breathed directly into my ear.

“Do you want me to stick my finger into your dripping pussy?”

I nodded slowly as my pussy throbbed, becoming even more damp.

She ran her index finger on my panties-covered clit.

And I jolted, another whimper escaping my lips.

I was so fucking horny right now.

I couldn't even think of right or wrong.

She slowly moved my panties to the side, and the moment her finger made direct contact with my pussy, my knees buckled.

If not for the table and her hand wrapped around my waist, I would have been on the floor.

I closed my eyes, throwing my head back, and she immediately stopped touching me.

“Open your eyes,” she ordered, “I want you to see how much of a slut you are, seducing your boss.”

I slowly peeled my eyes open, staring at her through the mirror.

She smirked as she resumed what she was doing with her fingers.

“Ahh,” I moaned. My entire body trembling with pleasure as I breathed heavily.

She pushed two fingers into me with a speed that made me throw my head back as I moaned.

I began to rock on her fingers as she pumped them into me, each time adding a new finger until all her fingers were inside my pussy.

My stomach tightened immediately.

I could feel my orgasm was close.

“I-I'm going to cum,” I muttered, eyes half closed, lips parted.

“Don't you dare,” she growled at me, and for some reason, that just made my stomach tighten even more.

“Is that how you address your boss?” she scolded, and I whined in frustration.

Her fingers were still pumping into me at a steady pace while her thumb rubbed my clit.

“I want to c-cum, ma'am,” I corrected myself.

My eyes half closed in ecstasy.

“Beg for it,” she demanded.

I dug my fingernails into her side in frustration as tears prickled my eyes.

“P-please, ma'am, let me c-cum,” I said in a shaky, desperate voice.

I watched as her face widened into a smile through the mirror.

“You can cum,” she said, and almost immediately, I let out a loud cry as my orgasm burst through me, dripping down my legs as my body shook violently.

Her fingers played with my breasts throughout my orgasm.

When I finally got down from my high, I was still panting.

My body still slightly trembled.

A knock on the door made me freeze.

“Who is it?” Miss Claremont asked.

“It's me, ma'am, your driver.”

My eyes widened.

My husband.

Guilt immediately washed over me as I remembered what I had let happen.

I just cheated on him.

“What do you want?” she asked, irritation laced her voice.

“We need to go now, ma'am, or you would miss your meeting,” he informed.

“Fine. I will be there in a minute.”

I heard his footsteps as he slowly walked away.

The moment he was gone, she slapped my pussy, making me yelp.

“Clean this up and wake my husband up.”

She slid her finger on my clit again, and I shivered, letting out a low moan as I held on to the table for dear life.

She took a bit of my cum and sucked on it.

And fuck, it was so hot.

I could feel my stomach begin to tighten again.

She must have seen it in my eyes, 'cause she let out a chuckle, slapping my bum.

“I knew you were a little slut the very day I met you.”

“Now clean this up, and you might get a reward when I get back.”

With that, she fixed her dress and elegantly walked out of the bedroom.

I don't know why, but I immediately got a towel and wiped down every single bit of cum, making sure the whole place was sparkling clean.

I only caught myself when I was done.

Wait! Did I want this to happen again?

No, it couldn't.

I am married and won't cheat on my husband, at least not a second time.

I immediately took the things to the bathroom, washed them, before rushing out of the room and running down the stairs to my bedroom.

I pushed into the room, locking the door behind me.

I couldn't believe it.

I just got fingered by someone who isn't my husband, and worse of all.

My boss's wife.

And... a woman!

How was I going to look my husband in the face now?

A knock on my door startled me.

I slowly opened it to see Mrs. Claremont at the door.

“What can I do for you, ma'am?” I said timidly, and she eyed my appearance before pushing into the bedroom.

“I need you to pack my bag for me.” She was back to her rigid nature. “I would be travelling tomorrow.”

I nodded, and she was gone.

Fuck!

I had to go back to that bedroom?