Nova's Awakening

One moment, Nova Woodford was delivering a congratulatory speech to her mentor, and the next, her gaze landed on a man at the back of the crowd, eliciting goosebumps across her skin.

Their eyes met across the distance for only a few seconds, and her body responded with an undeniable throb. He emanated an aura of dominance that heightened her arousal with just a glance.

What on earth had they put in this drink? She wondered, glancing at the golden liquid in her cup. Once she stepped off the podium, her colleagues surrounded her, introducing her to their spouses and boyfriends.

Yet, the man remained fixed in her line of sight. Was he doing this on purpose?

Not wanting to draw attention to herself by inquiring about him, Nova smiled and continued to socialize. However, he still lingered in her peripheral vision! Who was he? His captivating presence commanded the attention of everyone at the party, and he knew it.

The sudden wave of guilt that washed over her made it clear that she should leave. She was married, for God's sake, and she loved her husband. She loved him a lot. After fifteen years of marriage, their chemistry still thrived. Yet, her body betrayed her, igniting an unknown feeling.

To regain her composure, she excused herself from the office gossipers and raced to her office. It was time to leave.

Leaning against her glass door, Nova caressed her nipples as they strained against her dress, and she moaned. The sensation of dampness in her panties only confirmed her betrayal towards her husband.

"Oh, God. What on earth is wrong with me?" she complained and pushed off the door to approach the enormous window, which overlooked the bright city below.

From this height, the lights of passing vehicles appeared like distant flashlights. Yet she couldn't get him out of her mind!

"Who was he?" she questioned her reflection and pressed her head against the cold glass. "And why did my body respond to him like that?"

Nova’s questions were about to be answered when she caught sight of a door opening in the glass' reflection. Her breath hitched, and she froze. She thought that if she didn't move, he wouldn't see her. But those were childish thoughts. And she was dead wrong. Nova’s heartbeat alone betrayed her.

It galloped as the silhouette of a man stepped inside, hands in his pockets, exuding an air of ownership over the space.

What was he doing here? Was he following her?

And how did he know about that connecting door? With nowhere to go without drawing attention, Nova stood in the shadows, watching as he caressed her desk and chair, her imagination running wild, picturing those hands exploring her body.

"I am a happily married woman," she chanted internally, yet her body reacted against her will. Her breasts ached to feel his large hands and mouth, a feeling she had never experienced with her husband. Even though their marriage was happy, their sex life was beyond dull.

After he had surveyed her office and glanced at the pictures of her and her husband on her desk, he made himself comfortable in her chair and turned it towards her. Did he realize she was standing there?

To her surprise, the man opened his legs, unbuckled his pants, and squeezed his semi-hard erection before he began to caress it. The room she had grown accustomed to suddenly felt small and stifling.

Did he truly not know she was standing there? Nova watched as he took out his erection and pumped it. Was he going to masturbate and leave his semen on her carpet? God, it was so thick. If that were to enter her pussy, lord alone knows she'd want it over and over again. And still, he stroked his thick erection.

"Holy crap!" she whispered, crossing her legs in an attempt to quell the throbbing. But that only intensified her sensation.

As he pumped and squeezed, the moonlight illuminated his face, and she gasped as she realized that he was staring back at her.

Nova pressed her trembling body against the glass and compelled him not to notice her. For a moment, she thought that it worked until he spoke.

"Come," he commanded.

Nova could have died on the spot, but her legs were their own paramedic and doctor. With just a single word, her body was magnetically drawn to him. His voice, warm like honey, settled deep in her stomach.

What was happening? This wasn’t like her. It wasn't! She was content with the boring sex life with her husband. She loved him! Yet, somehow, her feet moved step by step until she was standing at this man’s feet.

Nova’s gaze followed his large hands as they moved along his shaft, and she moistened her lips. It was decided, that whatever happened, happened. Later would see about itself.

She yearned for that impressive cock inside her pulsating pussy. She craved a taste of the pre-cum glistening from its tip.

When she glanced at his face, a shudder ran through her. He watched her intently, the moonlight highlighting his features. She should leave. However, staying felt equally tempting.

One more step would place her between his legs. Nova gulped and took that step, and he never took his gaze off her.

Much like royalty, she knelt between his legs and surrendered. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs, looked up at him, and saw a playful glint in his bearded expression.

"Taste me," was his second command.

Resolve solidified within her, she licked her lips once more and indulged her desires. Nova took a sample of his glistening cock and chuckled at his sharp intake of breath. It was nearly inaudible, but she picked up on it and smirked.

Her tongue eagerly swept across his slickness like a treat.

"Mmmm, you taste so good," she murmured, greedily taking more of him into her mouth, slurping and sucking without restraint.

It felt like an insatiable thirst had taken hold. She couldn’t stop. Even as his cock stretched her mouth, Nova was determined to take it all. She wanted to choke on him. To gag.

And she did.

Gasping for air, saliva pooled in her mouth, spilling forth like water from a burst balloon, making his cock even more slippery.

This swollen shaft was unlike her husband’s. Vincent was thin and long, lacking girth, and he never groomed, making deep-throating uncomfortable. But this man? He was completely smooth—down to his scrotum.

Nova relished in sucking on them. And she greedily did so. They were enormous, just like everything else about him. Removing her mouth for a moment, she exclaimed, "Mmmm. You taste divine," before returning to his pulsating arousal.

The fullness in her mouth sent her into a frenzy as his entire shaft finally nestled down her throat. But it wasn’t enough; she craved more. Nova desired to impale herself on this man’s raw masculinity. She hungered for primal rutting, so unlike what she had with Vincent.

With a determined hesitance, she stood. The man’s gaze anchored on her as she shed her underwear and straddled him.

"I need you inside me. Is that okay?" she breathed heavily as he looked at her and smirked. Holy fuck!

"Do to me as your heart desires, little one," that was his third command.

His voice, oh God. His voice was an aphrodisiac. Could being with him once be enough?

Nova reached between their bodies, seizing his twitching shaft with trembling hands, and slowly sank her petite frame onto him, freezing with her mouth agape

He fit her perfectly. "Ahhh, fuck! You’re so big," Nova gasped before she began to ride his throbbing cock. The desire consumed her, compelling her to take what she wanted.

He recognized her need and surrendered to it. When he intertwined his fingers behind his head, she shuddered. Never taking his eyes off her, this sweet Adonis grasped her hips and began to thrust. What began as her being in control turned into him filling his hands with her soft bottom and rocking her back and forth.

"Mmm, holy shit. Mmm. Right here. Fucckk. That feels so good." Nora was beyond gone.

"That’s it, little one, groan for me," he coaxed, increasing his tempo. "Oh fuck, you feel amazing. Mmm. Do you like how my cock feels in your wet cunt, Nova?"

"W-What!" He knew her name?!

But his voice melted her surprise, caressing her body as he accelerated in response.

"Yes. I love it. I love how you fill me," she moaned, wildly bouncing on him. His cock struck depths she wished Vincent could reach.

"My intention is for you to cum repeatedly tonight?" he admitted, thrusting alongside her.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please," she gasped, riding his length, her body alight with need. "God, I need it."

"Take what you desire, Nova, because, in about two minutes, we’re switching positions, and I’ll slam into you from behind so fast you won’t remember to breathe," he promised.

"Promise?" she challenged, crying out, "Oh God, you make me feel so good!"

Just as her stomach tightened and her toes curled, he leaned forward, lifting her into his arms, he turned her around and laid her trembling body atop her desk, fulfilling his vow.

He was correct; she did forget how to breathe! He pounded her pussy harder and harder with each thrust, and the craving for more intensified.

"Breathe, Nova. That’s it. Let my cock awaken that dormant desire. Your pussy deserves to be fucked hard and fast. Is this what you wanted?" he asked, relentless in his rhythm.

Nova's eyes mirrored her soul as they switched positions. "Oh, my fucking God. YES!!!"

"Then tell me to fuck you harder. Because I'm about to ruin your beautiful pussy."

"Please, fuck me harder. I want you to fill me and send me home with your cum dripping from my used pussy! Fuck me like you hate me!" she shouted.

"Oh, Nova, you naughty little cheater. How do you think your husband would react if he heard you say that?"

"W-What?" The reality of her actions sparked panic within her, and her blood ran ice cold. She caught a glimpse of the adjoining office door opening, and a silhouette came into focus, shocking her. Oh, no! No, no. This can't be happening.

"Vincent?! Oh my God," she cried as she scrambled to stand, but the man continued to penetrate her. "Mmmm. Oh, Vincent."

Nova closed her eyes and rolled her waist, forgetting for a second that this was happening. It wasn't a dream.

"His cock feels so good, baby," she caught herself saying. "Oh God, please don’t stop. Keep fucking me like that," she pleaded, matching every thrust.

Confusion flooded her mind about how her body had betrayed her. She was eagerly returning his motions while her husband rubbed his erection through his pants. What? Was she seeing correctly?

"Vincent?!" She moaned and stretched out her hands to him. But before she could get another word in, her Adonis was giving orders.

"Take your cock out, Vincent, and move to the window."

Without hesitation, Vincent obeyed and revealed his cock. As he walked past, Nova glanced at him, searching for disgust in his expression, but instead found only lust.

The stranger guided her to her husband and leaned her forward to meet his erection.

"Open your mouth for your husband, Nova," the man whispered while she licked her lips.

Vincent grasped his wife's hair, moaning as she licked his hairy cock.

Instead of dipping his cock in her mouth as he usually did, he thrust the entire length down her throat, groaning as she gagged.

"Yes, that’s it. Fuck her mouth deep, and watch as I fuck your wife like the little slut she is," he panted, continuing to drill her pussy.

Nova pulled away from Vincent’s cock to beg, "Fuck my mouth, baby. I’m about to cum hard," then licked the entirety of his shaft before taking him down her throat again.

"Oh shit, Nova, you’re such a filthy slut. I love it. Suck me like your favorite dessert," Vincent bellowed, clutching her hair. She felt his cock twitch and swell as he relentlessly pounded her mouth.

"Look at me while I fuck your pretty little mouth," he commanded in a gravelly tone that was foreign to her. "Yes, that’s it. Choke on it. Fuck her harder, deeper, faster," he ordered.

Nova's body quaked as it yielded to the sensations of both men's cocks filling her, leaving her only able to moan and move her hips. Vincent had never addressed her this way, and she wanted more.

As her release neared, she could tell from their labored breaths that both men were nearing climax as well.

Vincent’s cock stiffened, and she felt it pulse. Moments later, warm jets of salty cum shot down her throat, and she struggled to breathe and swallow as his balls hair tickled her nose.

Behind her, the man slapped her bottom and grunted, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Fill her pussy. Make her your slut," Vincent responded, even as he emptied his load into her mouth. Nova felt her pussy tighten at the same moment the stranger’s hot fluid filled her.

Never before had she felt both used and fulfilled at once. Stars filled her vision, and everything slowly faded to darkness.

The last thing she remembered was the men lowering her to the carpet, taking turns licking her swollen pussy.