The following week, Sian found herself craving the feel of Peter's cock more than ever. The thrill of their secret had become an addiction, a need that gnawed at her very soul. She found herself flirting with him at every opportunity, her eyes lingering on his body, her thoughts racing with images of his cock buried deep within her. The tension grew palpable, a tightrope of passion stretching between them, threatening to snap at any moment.
The moment finally came on a stormy Friday evening, the thunder outside a perfect backdrop for their clandestine affair. As the rain lashed against the windows, they tumbled onto the floor of the office, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and desire. Peter's hands roamed her body, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. Sian moaned, her hips rising to meet each of his hungry kisses, her own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
The storm raged on as they explored each other, the lightning casting shadows on the walls that danced in time with their passion. The sound of the rain was a symphony that accompanied their cries of pleasure, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. Peter took her hard, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that made her eyes roll back in her head. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her, her nails digging into his back as she held on for dear life.
In the throes of passion, she whispered her darkest desires, urging him to share her with his friends. The thought of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their lust, sent a shiver of excitement through her body. Peter's eyes lit up with understanding, his own desires reflected in the depths of his gaze. He kissed her, a kiss that was a promise of the depraved acts to come.
The following weekend, Sian found herself at the center of a storm of her own making. Peter had invited his friends over, a group of rough, burly men who worked the farm alongside him. They knew of her, had heard the whispers of her beauty and her insatiable appetite. And now, she was here, laid bare before them, her body a feast for their eyes.
The room was thick with the scent of lust, the air charged with the promise of what was to come. Peter stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder, a silent claim of ownership. His friends circled her, their eyes raking over her naked flesh, their cocks already hardening at the sight of her. She felt a thrill of fear, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a need so strong she could hardly breathe.
One by one, they approached her, each taking their turn to taste her, to claim her in their own way. Sian's eyes never left Peter's, seeking his approval, his guidance in this new, uncharted territory. He watched her with a mix of pride and hunger, his own cock hard against her back as he whispered for her to relax, to let them have their fill.
The first man, Jake, took her face in his hands, his calloused thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as he kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. His cock was already out, thick and throbbing, and she reached for it, her hand wrapping around the girth with ease. The feel of him in her hand, the taste of Peter still on her tongue, sent a jolt of electricity through her.
As she stroked Jake, another man, Tom, knelt before her, his tongue flicking over her clit. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt her body begin to respond. The sensation was overwhelming, the touch of two different men sending her spiraling towards the edge of sanity. Her hips rocked against Tom's face, her hand pumping Jake's cock in a silent plea for more.
The night grew wilder, a blur of hands and mouths, of teeth and tongues. They took her in every way imaginable, their grunts and groans a symphony of pleasure that drowned out the thunder outside. And through it all, Peter watched, his hand guiding her, his cock a constant presence that reminded her of her ultimate goal.
As the last man withdrew, she found herself lying on the floor, her body a canvas of love bites and bruises. The room had grown quiet, the storm outside the only sound to break the stillness. Peter bent down to her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're a good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos of the night. "Now, it's my turn."
He flipped her over onto her stomach, his hands rough as they spread her cheeks apart. Sian's heart raced, her pussy still pulsing from the onslaught of her earlier climaxes. She felt him position himself, his cock nudging against her tight, puckered hole. She tensed, the thought of his thickness invading her most private place a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
With one hand on the small of her back, he pushed in, the pressure almost unbearable. She could feel him, inch by inch, filling her up, stretching her to her limits. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of pleasure that seemed to consume her. The burn grew into a flame, a delicious agony that she craved more of. Peter's grunts grew louder, his pace quickening, as he claimed her in a way that no man ever had.
Her orgasm was like a storm, a tempest that engulfed her from the inside out. She screamed into the carpet, her body bucking beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. And when he finally came, his hot seed spilling into her, she felt complete, her body a vessel for his lust.
The men left, their footsteps heavy on the stairs, leaving Peter and Sian alone in the office. He pulled her to her feet, his hands gentle as he helped her to the desk. He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, her cheeks stained with tears and sweat. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "And now, I want to send you home to Dev, covered in me."
He led her to the bathroom, running a warm washcloth over her body. Sian felt the ache of her muscles, the sticky residue of their lovemaking clinging to her skin. Yet, she was alive, more alive than she had ever felt before. As Peter cleaned her up, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that the night was ending.
But as he helped her into her clothes, she knew that this was just the beginning. The secret between them was a bond that could never be broken, a flame that burned hotter with each forbidden encounter. She left the farm that night, her body sore, her mind a whirl of emotions.
The drive home was a blur of rain-slicked streets and the hum of the engine. She could feel Peter's cum leaking from her, a constant reminder of the night she had just shared with his friends. Her thoughts were a chaotic symphony of pleasure and fear, the reality of her actions weighing heavily on her mind.
Yet, as she pulled into the driveway, she couldn't help but smile. The taste of Peter was still on her, the scent of their passion a phantom presence that clung to her like a second skin. She knew Dev would be waiting, his curiosity piqued by her late return.
As she walked into the house, she felt a strange sense of power, a dark thrill that she had never felt before. The storm outside had passed, leaving in its wake a world that felt somehow altered, forever changed by the events of the evening. And as she lay beside Dev, her body still humming with the echoes of Peter's touch, she knew that she would never be the same.
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