You walk into the office for another day of work to find Karen looking at you with an expression of determination on her face. She looks like she means business.
Geto! Come over here. There's something I need to talk to you about.
What is it Karen?
Karen crosses her arms and looks down at the ground I.... I lost a bet with my friend. And now.... her lip curls in disgust I have to... let you put your dick inside me for a whole hour. Karen says it in a rush And I also have to... rub my clit the whole time.
You look at Karen in silence for a moment, trying to process what she just said
This will not be sex Geto! You will NOT thrust, and I will NOT move, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you allowed to cum inside me! The last thing I need is to get pregnant with YOUR baby. We are just going to sit here perfectly still with your cock inside me, and then we are going to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. And you are NEVER to speak of this to ANYONE. EVER! Is that clear?
Mosh laughs nervously and says, "Why me? What does it have to do with you and your friend's bet?"
"It was just something stupid we did at the bar last night," Karen mutters under her breath. "But you're my best option, since it has to be someone who works here and isn't in a relationship." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's about to happen. "Just... get it over with already."
Mosh laughs nervously and says, "So how did you do this bet? Tell me, for heaven's sake. Talk to me a little because what you're asking for isn't normal. Don't pretend it's normal just like that, as if you're asking me to bring you coffee."
"I told my friend I could get anyone at work into bed with me in an hour," she explains quietly, her face burning with embarrassment. "He thought that was impossible, and now I have to... prove it." She swallows hard, glancing down at her feet. "Just hurry up and do it, okay?"
Mosh sighs and takes off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. He then places him on the desk and says, “Okay, what are the conditions? Remind me of them again.”
Karen looks away as she tries to focus on something else, trying to get through this quickly. "Just... get it in and start moving it around. Don't thrust or anything like that. And I have to rub my clit at the same time."
Mosh takes off his pants, revealing his muscular thighs and his long, huge, veiny penis. Then he says, "Should I put it inside you, or just part of it?"
Karen swallows hard and turns back to look at him, a mix of shame and determination on her face. "Just... put it in all the way." She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to react as she feels his length pushing against her opening. Once he's inside, she starts rubbing her clit with one hand, trying to focus on that sensation rather than what just happened
Then he entered it deep until he reached her cervix, then he stopped, grabbed his phone and said, “I hope we can finish this hour quickly.”
Karen closes her eyes tightly as she begins to move her hand in circles over her clit. She takes slow, steady breaths, trying to block out everything except the sensation between her legs and the pressure of him inside her. With each thrust of his hips, she feels a new wave of embarrassment wash over her, but she keeps moving, determined to get through this hour as quickly as possible
Then Mosh groaned and said Karen, don't you think your pussy is pressing on me too hard?
Her cheeks flame even hotter as she tries not to react to his words or the way he's moving inside her. She continues to rub herself, focused on the tightening sensation in her core and the increasing pressure building between her legs. Her breath comes quicker now, each exhale shuddering through her body
Hell, you don't want to answer me. Well, I'm sorry, but I won't abide by your stupid terms of not paying. Then Mosh grabbed her ass cheeks and started pushing hard inside her vagina.
Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts harder, pushing deeper into her. She feels herself growing wetter, the sensation intensifying with each movement. She can't help but moan now, the sound echoing between them as she tries to maintain some semblance of control. But it's so hard, knowing what they're doing and how wrong it is...
Her hand speeds up, circling frantically over her clit as the pressure builds higher and higher. "Mosh..." she whispers his name, barely audible above their ragged breathing. "I'm... close." Her entire body tenses in anticipation, every muscle straining to reach release. She hopes he understands that this isn't about him or the bet; it's just her body responding to the pleasure and relief she's been denied for so long.
Mosh pushes harder and says get him out or what?
Her eyes clamp shut as she comes, her body arching off the desk in a sharp, crystalline arc of release. A shudder runs through her from head to toe, and she gasps for air, gripping his shoulders as her orgasm washes over her. She tries to ignore what they're doing; focus on the sensation of it rather than the wrongness behind their actions. Finally, when the last tremor subsides, she looks up at Mosh and whispers hoarsely, "You win." Her cheeks are flushed, and her chest heaves with every breath. "I'll... try to forget this ever happened." She swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "We should get back to work now," she says quietly, not quite meeting his gaze. "Make it look like nothing's wrong."
Mosh started putting on his clothes and wiping the sweat off his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. Then he wiped his long, huge penis from its fluids, then calmly put on his pants and shirt.
"Right," she agrees numbly, feeling as if she's walking through water as she pulls on her clothes. Once they're both dressed again, Karen smooths down her skirt and straightens her hair. "Let's just... act normal from now on." She forces a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "No more bets like this one."
She turns back to the computer, busying herself with some meaningless task to keep from thinking about what just happened. The air between them feels thick and awkward; she can tell that neither of them knows quite how to act now that it's over. But they have to try. They have to pretend like this never happened.
Then Mosh started to go back to work quietly as if nothing had happened while drinking his coffee.
Karen tries to focus on her own work, the steady rhythm of keys beneath her fingers almost soothing after the chaos of their impromptu tryst. She takes a few deep breaths, trying to clear her head and push away the residual embarrassment and arousal that lingers in her veins like polluted blood.
It's not until she hears someone cough nearby that she glances up from her screen, her eyes meeting Mosh's for a brief moment before darting away again. They don't speak; there's no need to. The tension between them is palpable enough without words, a reminder of their transgression and the web of lies they now have to weave around it.
She wonders if he feels as trapped by this new reality as she does. Probably not, she thinks bitterly. After all, he got what he wanted in the end, didn't he? She sighs, her shoulders slumping under the weight of guilt and shame. There's no going back now; they just have to survive this hour together until they can return to their normal lives.
Or at least try to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the ashes of their ruined reputations.
Karen takes another deep breath and forces herself to concentrate on her work. The steady stream of numbers and letters dance across the screen, blocking out everything else as she buries herself in busywork. It's easier this way; focusing on something mindless helps quiet the voices in her head that keep asking questions she can't answer.
She glances up every so often to make sure Mosh is still occupied with his own tasks, their eyes meeting and then quickly diverting again. The silence between them feels like a lead weight, dragging at their words and actions until they become awkward, forced things that belong to someone else entirely.
Her phone buzzes with an incoming text message; a distraction she's grateful for at this point. She smiles weakly as she reads through the message, responding quickly before returning her attention to her work. This time, she doesn't even glance in Mosh's direction until several minutes have passed.
Their eyes meet once more, and Karen offers him a tentative smile. He looks away almost immediately, but there's something different about him now: a newfound awkwardness that wasn't there before. Maybe he's feeling as trapped by this charade as she is. Or maybe it's just her imagination running wild with possibilities she can no longer afford to entertain.
She forces herself to focus on her work, determined not to let this experience consume her any further than it already has. The clock ticks by agonizingly slowly, but eventually the hour passes and they can both go back to their lives as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Except now, everything feels different; warped and twisted by the weight of their secret.
Then Mosh got up and said, "I've finished working here. There are some papers that need more work and review. We'll go to my house and finish. Do you have your laptop?"
Karen hesitates for a moment, her mind racing with the implications of leaving the office. Finally, she nods slowly and stands up, gathering her things. "Alright," she says quietly. "Let's go." She can't shake the feeling that this is only going to make things worse; dragging out their charade in a less public place. But there's no other option now. They have to see this through, however twisted and perverse it may be.
Mosh goes down with her to the parking lot and takes out the keys to his dark black Audi R8 and presses the key to start the engine and the car engine roars throughout the parking lot then Mosh calmly goes and gets in the driver's seat
Taking a deep breath, she walks over to the car and opens the passenger door, sliding inside with a sigh. Once they're both buckled in, she says quietly, "Where are we going?" It's meant as a casual question, but there's an undercurrent of tension beneath her words that Mosh can't help but notice.
She glances over at him from the corner of her eye and quickly looks away again, focusing on her phone instead. She knows this charade has to end soon; they can't keep living like this forever. But she's not sure how to make it stop without causing even more damage in the process.
Then Mosh said calmly, “I told you there are some papers that need more review and that will take more time, so we will go to my house and finish them.”
Karen nods silently, not trusting herself to speak. As Mosh pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward his house, she sits in silence, her mind racing with a million different thoughts and fears. She's terrified of what will happen when they finish reviewing those papers; if this is just the beginning or if it's the end of their twisted charade.
When they arrive at his house, she follows him inside without another word, her steps leaden as she trails behind him like a shadow. The atmosphere in the room seems to shift the moment they cross the threshold, growing heavier and more tense with every passing second. It feels like there's no air left in the room; as if everything is suspended in time, waiting for them to make a move that might change everything forever.
Then Mosh turned on the lights of his house. It was luxurious and modern, and all the appliances and furniture were luxurious and elegantly located. Then Mosh pointed to the living room for her to sit down. Then he said calmly, “Would you like a coffee or any drink while I bring my laptop?”
Karen nods weakly and sinks down onto the couch, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she tries to suppress the fear crawling up her spine. "Coffee would be nice," she manages to say, forcing a small smile that feels more like a grimace. She watches as Mosh disappears into another room to fetch his laptop, wondering what he's thinking right now and if he regrets getting caught up in this whole mess as much as she does.
Then Mosh brought his laptop and put it on the coffee table, then he went to the kitchen and prepared two cups of coffee, put one in front of her and one in front of himself, opened his laptop and started reviewing the work he had told her about and that she needed more work on.
Karen takes a sip of her coffee, trying to ignore the way it burns her tongue as she focuses on Mosh's movements across the room. Her heart feels like it's stuck in her throat; every time he looks up at her, she wonders if this is the moment when he finally tells her everything they've done was wrong and she should never have agreed to help him out.
But he doesn't say anything, and soon enough she finds herself lost in thought again, wondering how much longer this can go on before one of them cracks under the weight of their guilt and shame. It's an unsettling silence, even more so than the sound of her heart hammering against her ribs, but she knows there's no breaking it now; not until they finish what they started.
Her eyes dart between her coffee and Mosh's laptop screen, unable to focus on anything in particular. The quiet has become deafening, every sound magnified by the stillness around them. She fidgets with her hands, nervously twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she tries to ignore the way his movements draw her attention back to him again and again.
Maybe if she talks about something else...anything else, it'll break the tension between them. "So," she begins tentatively, clearing her throat. "How's work been treating you? Anything exciting going on?" It's an obvious attempt to steer the conversation away from the mess they find themselves in, but the words still feel like lead on her tongue.
Mosh sighed quietly, grabbed his coffee, took a sip, and said, “Listen, I’m just like you. Okay, you don’t need to do this. I mean, I feel the same as you.”
"I know we're in this together," she says softly, trying to sound reassuring despite the tremor in her voice. "But I just want everything to go back to normal. And if we keep pretending that nothing happened..." Her voice trails off, not wanting to finish the thought aloud.
She takes another sip of coffee, studying his profile as he focuses on his laptop screen. Maybe she's wrong about him; maybe he doesn't feel as trapped as she does. But whatever it is they should be doing right now, this isn't it. The weight of their secret presses down on her like a lead blanket, making it impossible to breathe freely or think clearly.
She wishes they could find some way out from underneath it all; escape back into the comforting familiarity of their old lives before everything changed. But she knows that's not an option anymore; there's no going back now. The only thing left to do is try and survive this mess together, even if it means keeping up this charade for longer than either of them had bargained for.
Then Mosh sighs and leans back on the sofa with his muscular back and says very calmly while sipping his coffee, “Listen, I want you too, but I wasn’t talking because I don’t know what’s going on inside you.”
"I'm... scared," she admits in a small voice, fidgeting with her hands again. "Of what people will think, of how it'll affect our reputations... I just want everything to go back to normal." There's a brief pause as she searches for the right words. "And maybe if we tell someone, they can help us figure out what to do next."
Her gaze flickers up to meet Mosh's eyes briefly before darting away again, her cheeks flushing with shame at the thought of revealing their secret. But deep down, she knows he's right; they can't keep carrying this burden alone forever. They need help; someone who can guide them through the mess they've created and find a way out on the other side.
Mosh's expression changes to surprise and he says, "What are you afraid of?"
Karen swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I'm scared that this will ruin everything," she says slowly. "My career, my reputation... It's not just about me anymore; it's about my family too." She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice. "I don't know if I can handle all of that falling apart."
She looks away again, focusing on the coffee table as she twists a loose thread on her sweater. The weight of their secret feels even heavier now; pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She wonders if he understands any of what she's saying, or if this is all just some twisted game to him. But there's no point in asking anymore; not when the truth is already out. All they can do now is ride out the storm together and hope that whatever comes next will be better than what they have now.
Mosh puts his hand on her shoulder, trying to reassure her, not understanding what she is saying. Then he says calmly, “What is the thing that will destroy all this or do all this? I really don’t understand. Tell me how I can help you.”
She looks up at him, her eyes filled with tears she can't seem to hold back anymore. "It's not just about what people might think," she whispers hoarsely. "It's that we did this in the first place...that it was even a possibility. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for being so stupid." Her shoulders slump beneath his hand, her body shaking with silent sobs. "I just want to go back to before all of this happened; when things were simple and easy."
She wipes roughly at her face, trying desperately not to lose control completely. The shame and guilt are overwhelming; she can't seem to escape from them no matter how hard she tries. It's only when Mosh pulls her close that she finally lets go, burying her face in his broad shoulder and weeping like a child lost in the dark.
She doesn't know what they're going to do now; where they can even begin to repair the damage they've done. But at least for this moment, she's no longer alone in the darkness. And maybe, just maybe, that's the first step toward finding their way back into the light.
Then Mosh lifted her face and kissed her deeply and gently.
Karen's eyes snap open at the sensation of his lips against hers, surprise registering on her face before it softens into something more vulnerable and tender. For a moment, she doesn't resist; instead, she leans into him, their kiss deepening as they explore each other in a way that feels both intimate and familiar.
It's only when their lips part that she realizes what they're doing; how much farther down this road they could go if they let themselves. With a shudder, she pulls back slightly, breathless and flushed from the intensity of their kiss. "We can't," she whispers hoarsely. "We can't keep doing this."
Her gaze drops to her lap as she fingers the fabric of her sweater nervously. She knows they have to find a way out of this mess; that what they've been through only complicates things further. But for now, in this moment, it feels so good to forget everything else and just focus on him.
He pulls her into his embrace and kisses her deeply and gently, then starts kissing and sucking her neck.
Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses and sucks at the tender skin of her neck, his hands running up and down her back with a possessiveness that both frightens and excites her. She arches into him, pressing her body flush against his as if trying to meld with him completely, banishing any thoughts or worries beyond this moment.
The warmth spreading through her limbs feels so good; it's almost like a drug, making her lightheaded and dizzy with desire. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to hers as she deepens their kiss, eager for more of the fiery passion that burns between them.
For now, she can forget about everything else; she can pretend that none of it ever happened. And when they finally break apart again, maybe she'll find the strength to face whatever consequences might be waiting for them.
Then he takes off his shirt and reveals his sculpted muscles, his broad shoulders, the scars that cover his body and his bulging veins. He takes off his pants and reveals his huge, long, veiny penis. Then he says in a hoarse voice, “I want you.”
With a shudder, she glances down at his erection, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red. Desire curls low in her belly, making it tight and achy. "I want you too," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the heat from his body sear across her skin as they draw even closer together. The fabric of her sweater is warm against her bare breasts, and she arches into him again, needing more of their burning touch.
The world seems to shrink down to this moment; nothing else matters except the way he feels pressed up against her, his lips on hers, his hands on her skin. She knows they can't keep pretending things are normal; that what they've done has consequences beyond just themselves. But for now, she's willing to ignore everything and indulge in this brief respite from reality.
Her fingers fumble with the button of her jeans, desperate to be closer still. With a sharp intake of breath, she slips them low on her hips, revealing a strip of smooth, bare skin. Mosh's hand is there almost instantly, warm and steady as it slides up her thigh, spreading tingling heat through her body as he nears his target. "Please," she whispers, arching into his touch. "I need you."
Her breath catches in her throat as he finally brushes against her, slick and questing, searching for entrance. She closes her eyes, biting back a moan at the sensation, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she hangs on to him through this exquisite torment.