Chapter 3: Agas Fucks Me in My Dad’s Office

Agas followed close behind as I quickly unlocked the door to my dad’s office and stepped out of the deserted hallway. As soon as we were both inside I closed the door quietly and made sure that it was locked securely. I walked straight to the front of my dad’s desk where I leaned forward until I was holding myself up with one arm while I reached behind me and lifted my skirt, exposing most of my tight ass for Agas to see. Spreading my legs, I could feel my thong pulling up tight between my pussy lips and I knew Agas had to be seeing just about all of me that there was to see below the waist. At first he just stood there and stared so I “encouraged” him by wiggling my butt and calling him over.

“Well Agas, are you just going to stand there and stare like an idiot or are you gonna fuck me? We really don’t have all day you know.”

Somehow I don’t think this scenario was what Agas had envisioned. Honestly, I didn’t know WHAT he was expecting but I was pretty sure it wasn’t anything where I would so openly display myself and be so eager to have him fuck me. I flipped my skirt up over my back and pulled my thong to the side, giving him a better look at my bare wet pussy.

“C’mon Agas, you gonna fuck me or not?” I sort of whined to him, as if I was becoming a bit frustrated which in truth, I was.

Agas moved in behind me and I could hear him fumbling with his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles but keeping his shoes on which made it impossible for him to take them off completely. It didn’t matter as if things went as I expected, he wouldn’t need to move from that spot anyway. I looked around to the back of me and I saw he had his stiff dick in his hands, already looking nice and plenty hard for me.

“Mmmmmmm, your dick looks so hot Agas,” I purred, “Now put it in me ... please!”

There was no way an hour ago Agas could have in his wildest dreams envisioned that he would be in the position that he was sin right now. Obviously he had learned about my reputation from someone and maybe even fantasized about how I might react but I would have taken some pretty good bets that none of his fantasies had been as hot as the real thing was turning out to be.

I turned my head back forward again and stood there, waiting impatiently for him to shove his dick in me but nothing happened. He certainly hadn’t been shy about dropping his pants but suddenly he seemed to be a little uncertain about actually carrying out his fantasy. Perhaps he had never expected it to really go this far. Was he waiting for me to snap my legs shut and tell him it was just a joke, that I had no intention of going through this and I was just leading him on to see what a fool I could make of him? Maybe thoughts of Tonya were holding him back. Was he as flippant about his promise to marry her as he had tried to make himself out to be? Maybe a little guilt was creeping in now that he was actually about to DO something rather than just jerk off thinking about it?

Whatever the reason, I was horny as hell and all I really care about at the moment was having a nice warm dick in me. As much as it might bruise poor Agas’ ego should he find out, I really didn’t give a damn about him except for that stiff object projecting from his hairy crotch. Given the type of party and the location, I hadn’t really expected to get laid today. Sure I knew there would be a lot of teasing and flirting, but actually getting some dick was not something I had seriously anticipated. Not that I would turn it down if the opportunity arose (as I was proving now), it was just not something I would have gone home all broken up over had it not happened. Now that the opportunity WAS here though, I was getting tired of the fooling around and my throbbing pussy was getting a bit impatient as well, to say the least.

“Damn Agas, what’s wrong with you? I thought you wanted to fuck me?” I whined.

“I ... I just don’t think I can do this,” he said in a small voice, almost like a little boy afraid to climb the rock wall at the fair after bragging to all his friends that he could do it.

Well, he wasn’t going to get off THAT easy, not after getting me this worked up. There was no way I was letting him out of this office without fucking me ... no way in hell! I turned around and pushed him backwards. He almost fell as his pants were still wrapped around his ankles but he managed to keep his balance and not kill himself as he stumbled a few steps backwards.

“Noooooo ... I don’t think so Agas. You’re going to fuck me - just like you promised,” I said with a determined tone as I gave him another shove, harder this time.

Agas lurched back and then he did lose his balance this time. Luckily for him, the couch was right behind him and he dropped down onto it, his bare ass pushing against the cold leather couch cushion. I dropped my thong to the floor and stepped out of, leaving my heels on and lifting up my skirt as I approached him on the couch.

“Well, if you’re not going to fuck me then I guess I’m just going to have to fuck you,” I informed him as climbed up on the couch.

Once on the couch I straddled his legs and then kneeled with him between my bare legs. He just sat there with his hands to his sides, palms flat on the cushion as he didn’t hardly even blink. Reaching down, I grabbed his stiff dick in my hand and pressed it against my warm wet pussy, rubbing my clit with the smooth tip of his cock head. God it felt so good to massage my clit with his dick! He sat there without saying a word as I rubbed his dick up and down my pussy slit, making the head slick with the wetness of my pussy.

“So Agas, are you ready to put your dick in me now?” I whispered to him as I leaned forward. For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer but then he moaned as if he couldn’t resist any longer.

“Yes ... yes I want to fuck you so bad,” he said in a hoarse sounding voice. Then he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

As much as he knew it was wrong for him to be doing this, I knew he wanted it, desiring it more than anything at the moment. It thrilled me to see him literally submit to his most base desires, yet another man unable to resist his lust when faced with circumstances he had only fantasized about before.

Positioning his rock hard dick directly under my crotch, I slowly lowered myself down onto him, feeling his cock head push its way into me, forcing my pussy to spread pussy apart. God I loved the feeling it give me when a man’s cock violates my pussy for the first time! Once he had the entire head in me I paused and wiggled my ass a little, making him move around just inside of me, stimulating me just the way I knew we both liked it.

Then suddenly, without warning, I quickly dropped down onto him, although not in one swift movement but slowly and deliberately, twisting my ass in circles as I took more and more of him inside of me. Finally I was able to put my entire weight on him, driving his dick into me as far as it would go.

“Mmmmmmm, I love your big dick in my pussy Agas ... I love fucking you,” I whispered again, barely loud enough for him to hear me.

He kept his eyes closed but his hands finally moved from the his side and he grabbed my ass, one cheek in each hand. It felt good as he squeezed my tight ass and I started to rock on his dick, grinding my pussy into his hairy crotch, rubbing my sensitive clit against him. I put my hands on the back of the couch on each side of his head and started to stroked his dick in and out of me, raising my hips until he was about half-way out of me and then dropping back down again until I was pressing hard against his crotch.

“Look at me Agas ... open your eyes and look at your dick in me. It looks wonderful buried in my pussy, don’t you think?”

Agas finally opened his eyes and he looked down at his lap where his dick was being swallowed by my pussy. Then he smiled and I knew he was loving it as much as I was.

“So tell me Agas, does Tonya fuck you like this?” I taunted him, “Does her pussy feel as tight as mine? Does she like to ride it like this?”

For just a moment I thought maybe I had said something wrong or over the top. His face went blank for just an instant, as if for a brief moment his mind cleared and he realized what he was doing, remembering that his loving fiance was literally just a few doors down the hallway. Then as fast as it appeared, the empty look disappeared, replaced by the one so typical of any man in this situation. Agas was no different than most men. Put his dick in your pussy and he didn’t care about anything else.

“God this feels so good!’ he gasped as I felt him starting to hump his hips under me, matching my rhythm.

“Tell me Agas ... does Tonya fuck you like this?”

Agas groaned again, but this time it sounded more like frustration than anything else.

“God no, she won’t even let me fuck her until we’re married ... not even a damn blowjob!”

Now THAT was a revelation indeed! No wonder the poor guy was so horny. Although I respect a girl’s wishes should she want to remain a virgin until she is married, I have never understood the rationale behind it. I once had a roomie in college who wouldn’t even masturbate because she considered that “sex” and she was “saving herself” for marriage. Just seems ridiculous to me I guess. What does your past sex life have to do with the man you want to marry? If you both love each other enough to get married, then who cares who you fucked before!