It was such an exciting, hot experience, leaving my body throbbing with anticipation every single time. I was so young and inexperienced, yet incredibly eager to learn something new.

I was nineteen years old, in college, and working an out-of-state internship at a law firm where I handled piles of paperwork. The office had an older copy machine that constantly needed maintenance, and it was my job to make copies and keep it running. Whenever the machine broke down and the fixes got too complicated, I called our usual company technician. His name was Mr. Santiago, a very large, forty-eight-year-old gentleman. He stood about six feet tall, weighed around 250 pounds, and had huge hands with fingers like sausages. Even though he was older, it was obvious he had been an athlete in his youth. He was charismatic, cheerful, easy to be around, and remarkably good-looking for his age.

Over time, I got to know him well because of that old photocopier. He took a fondness to me from the beginning, and I felt the same way about him. It was almost like a father-daughter dynamic, but not quite; we just hit it off naturally. As the months went by and I grew more comfortable, we began to flirt a bit while he worked. He even showed me simple ways to fix minor issues on the machine myself.

One day, while he was servicing the copier, I noticed him looking at me differently. From time to time, I caught him gazing at me lustfully. At first, I didn't know what to think, but I realized I absolutely loved the attention. None of the other men in that office ever turned their heads or paid any attention to me.

After catching him staring several times over the next few weeks, I started to intentionally reveal a little bit of myself to tease him. Sitting at my desk, which faced directly toward the copier, I would "forget" to close my legs properly while wearing a short skirt. Another time, I sat in a rolling chair directly in front of him, swiveling back and forth while shredding documents, intentionally allowing him to catch a glimpse of my sheer thong and trimmed red bush. Occasionally, when he was kneeling down to work, I would lean in close right in front of him to watch what he was doing, letting him see straight down my blouse to view my breasts and hard nipples through my sheer bra. I did all of this subtly, without making it obvious to him or anyone else in the office.

I noticed that these little games made me extremely excited and horny, to the point where I would start throbbing and getting wet. That was a completely new sensation for me. Even though I had started having sex less than a year prior, I had only ever been with two boys from my hometown. We had only messed around a few times, and they didn't know what they were doing—it was truly the blind leading the blind. I had never been turned on enough to get wet with either of them. In total, I had only had sex seven times and performed oral sex five times up to that point. When I felt myself oozing, I actually had to go to the bathroom to dry off and line my underwear with tissues because my panties were completely soaked through.

One Friday afternoon, the machine stopped running again, so I called Mr. Santiago. He arrived near the end of the day, and I could immediately tell he was deeply upset about something. When I asked him what was wrong, he didn't answer and just kept working, which worried me.

By the end of the day, everyone else had left the office. I stayed behind so he could finish repairing the copier. Once the office was completely empty, he finally confided in me. He explained that he had just found out his wife of twenty years had cheated on him multiple times, and he suspecting that one of his children might not even be his. Wanting to comfort him, I immediately stepped in and hugged him passionately. He reciprocated, holding me tightly against him. I couldn't help but think about how good he felt in my arms, and the physical closeness made me incredibly aroused. After our embrace, he regained his composure and went back to fixing the machine. I watched and waited until he was completely finished.

By the time the copier was fixed, my arousal had grown immensely. As we walked out of the office toward the parking lot, I asked him if he wanted to see my new car.

"Okay, just for a minute," he said. "It's getting late."

We walked over, and I asked him to get inside. He reluctantly agreed, struggling a bit to fit into my small sports car. I told him I wanted to show him something, then drove a few miles away to an abandoned warehouse, pulling in right behind it to park. He looked at me, puzzled and confused. Gazing at him lustfully, I reached over, reclined his seat all the way back, and lay across the center console directly into his lap without hesitation.

I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my breasts and hard pink nipples through my sheer white bra. Then, I hastily fumbled with his belt and unzipped his fly. Suddenly, he grabbed my arms aggressively and told me to stop.

"I am married!" he said.

"To a whore," I replied, staring directly into his eyes with intense desire.

He succumbed to the moment and relaxed back into his seat. I reached into his pants, carefully pulling out his semi-hard cock. To my amazement, it was massive, dark, and uncircumcised. It continued to grow right in my hands while we maintained our lustful, silent gaze. Without speaking a word, I began to lick his thick cock like a lollipop, keeping eye contact the entire time. After licking all the way around it, I began stroking the shaft while sucking the tip, milking it until a heavy amount of precum released. It tasted incredibly sweet. I then took as much of him into my mouth as would fit and started sucking him deeply. He lay there for a few minutes enjoying my mouth, softly grunting and moaning.

After a few minutes, he began touching and grabbing my body, starting with my ass. He lifted my skirt, yanked my thong to one side, and began massaging my plump cheeks. Reaching underneath between my legs, he grabbed a handful of my wet pussy, squeezing it tightly before pulling gently on my red pubic hair. I sucked him even harder as I found a natural rhythm. His grunts and moans grew louder as he became more aggressive, spanking my ass and pussy fairly hard, leaving a stinging heat behind.

He also began grabbing my breasts firmly, ripping them out of my bra. He pinched and pulled aggressively on my hard pink nipples until it hurt. Instead of stopping him, the pain only turned me on more. I began to suck and lick my way down to his large, dark balls. The taste of his body was intoxicating. Sitting up, I removed my blouse, bra, and thong entirely, leaving only my skirt on, and resumed enthusiastically sucking his thick, uncircumcised cock. I became completely obsessed, possessed by the moment. I slapped his huge cock against my tongue, puckered lips, and cheeks, rubbing it all over my face from side to side, completely ruining my makeup without realizing it.

Noticing how incredibly turned on I was, he slipped a huge sausage finger between my wet lips, and my juices started flowing even faster. He took his time, thankfully, because I think he knew how large his fingers were and that they could easily hurt me. Using my own juices as lubricant, he slowly and gently pushed his middle finger deep into my tight pussy, working it slowly in and out. All the while, I sucked him harder and faster. Before I knew it, he was bottomed out inside me, fingering me aggressively.

His finger felt amazing—almost like a real cock fucking me. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I started to suck on his massive balls one at a time, since I couldn't fit both into my mouth at once. We were both loudly moaning in ecstasy when I began to experience my first real orgasm. I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't. I loudly screamed out, releasing all of my pent-up tension. He responded by fingering my tight pussy even faster and harder, sending me into continuous, rolling orgasms.

My body convulsed, freezing in place on all fours over his lap. I couldn't even bring myself down to suck him anymore, though I kept a firm grip on his cock. It felt like an eternity of continuous climaxing until I couldn't take any more, and I began begging and pleading with him to stop. He ignored my pleas at first, keeping up the intense rhythm until he finally saw the tears of mixed pain and pleasure in my eyes. He slowed his movements to a grinding halt and pulled his drenched finger out of me. I had orgasms so hard that I completely soaked his hand, and my juices splashed onto the car seats and ran down my legs.

He took his dripping finger and shoved it deep into my mouth, fucking my lips. Tasting my own sweet juices, I licked his hand completely clean. He then forced my head back down onto his throbbing cock, and I resumed sucking and stroking him, letting him use me like a sex doll. After a few more minutes, he couldn't contain himself any longer.

"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled out.

"Okay," I muffled around his cock, which was buried deep in my throat.

He exploded, pulsing with so much cum that it started to escape the corners of my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, managing to catch every single drop without spilling any. He immediately relaxed, lying back against the seat and laughing, saying, "Oh my god, oh baby!"

Right then, I knew he had never had anyone do that for him before. It felt like a first time for both of us. I smiled up at him and asked, "Did I do a good job?"

"Honey, you're the best I've ever had," he replied.

At that moment, I felt incredibly proud and appreciated. However, I was completely worn out; my legs were trembling and my arms felt heavy, as if I had just finished an intense workout. We made small talk while I struggled to catch my breath. I tried to get dressed, but my shaking hands made it impossible, so I gave up.

I proceeded to drive us back to the office while half-nude. He lay back in his seat, slowly tucking his cock back into his pants with a huge smile, still chuckling. A brief wave of anxiety hit me, and I started to wonder if I had made a massive mistake.

When we got back to the office lot, I dropped him off at his truck.

"Thank you, baby," he said, getting out of my car and driving away into the night.

I remained in the dark, empty parking lot, watching the taillights of his truck fade into the night. Sitting there naked on my wet seat, the sudden silence in the car was deafening. Looking down at myself, a single tear finally spilled over, cutting a clean line through my ruined makeup. My body was a roadmap of the last hour: purple bruises blooming on my breasts, nipples stinging like fire, and a deep, raw ache between my trembling thighs. My mouth and throat were incredibly sore.

For a moment, I was caught in a violent undertow of mixed emotions. A heavy, hollow ache of shame tried to creep in, but as I wiped my face and tasted the faint, sweet trace of him still on my lips, the guilt completely vanished. I looked at the beautiful mess of myself in the rearview mirror, and a sudden wave of heat rushed through me. I didn't feel like a victim; I felt awakened. I had completely unraveled a grown man, tasted his pleasure, and discovered a wild, uninhibited side of myself I never knew existed.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my face as a thrilling realization hit me: Monday morning at the office was going to be very, very different. The next time the copy machine broke down, Mr. Santiago wouldn't just see a quiet intern; he would see the girl who owned him in the back of a sports car. The power dynamic had completely shifted, and I held all the cards.

I laughed softly to myself, the sound echoing in the dark vehicle. There was no going back to the innocent girl I was that morning, and I didn't want to. I gripped the steering wheel, put the car in drive, and rolled the windows down, letting the cool night air rush over my bare skin. As I drove home completely exposed to the dark roads, I didn't care who might see. The shame was entirely gone, replaced by the intoxicating thrill of my new secret life. This was just the beginning of my journey.