Rain and the Prostate Secret

Rain hammered against the windows of the little café like it was trying to break in. I was sitting at a corner table when she walked in—Anna, my new boss. Her sharp gaze swept the room and landed on me. Wet hair clung to her neck, her blouse slightly see-through. The desire hit me instantly, hot and unexpected.

"You again, Mark?" she said in a low voice, stepping closer. Something predatory flickered in her eyes. "Can't stay away from me even on your day off?"

I stood up to pull out her chair. Our hands brushed by accident. Her fingers lingered on my palm a beat too long. The warmth of her skin burned through me. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants immediately.

"Pure coincidence, Anna..." I breathed out, not breaking eye contact. "But fuck, I'm not complaining."

She sat down across from me, ordered a coffee. Her foot casually brushed against mine under the table. The pressure built. I swallowed hard.

"You always this cocky with your superiors?" she asked, wetting her lower lip. Her eyes were blazing. "Or is it just when it's raining and we're in a cramped café?"

"Only when I see you looking at me like you want to swallow me whole," I shot back. My voice came out rough.

Anna smirked, leaning in closer. Her tits nearly touched the edge of the table.

"Maybe I do. But not here. Although..." She nodded toward the door to the back room behind the counter. "The owner's an old friend of mine. It's quiet back there. And the rain will drown out everything."

We stood up at the same time. My heart was pounding. The cramped storage room smelled like coffee and wet wood. The door clicked shut. Anna pressed me against the wall immediately, her palm flat on my chest.

"Strip. Now," she whispered. "I want to see what you're working with."

I tore off my shirt and pants. My cock was already rock hard, the head glistening. Anna ran her fingers along the shaft, then cupped my balls. I groaned.

"Nice cock... But that's not what I'm interested in today," she purred, spinning me around to face the wall. "Bend over. Hands on the shelf."

I obeyed. Cold wood under my palms. Her hot hands traced down my back, sliding over my ass. She spread my cheeks, and I felt her breath on my hole.

"Fuck, you're clean back here..." Anna whispered. "Relax, Mark. I know what I'm doing."

Her tongue touched my asshole. Hot, wet, insistent. I flinched, arching my back.

"Holy shit... Anna..." escaped my lips.

"Quiet. Let me play with your prostate," she answered, pressing her face deeper into my ass. Her tongue pushed inside, licking around the sensitive ring of muscle. Then she swapped tongue for finger. Slowly, deliberately, she slid it in.

Heat flooded my entire body. I felt her searching for the right spot. My prostate responded with a sweet, thick wave of pleasure. My cock twitched, clear pre-cum dripping from the head.

"There it is... Your little button," Anna breathed, starting to move her finger in a rhythm. "Feel it swelling? Feel how badly you want to cum without even touching yourself?"

"Yes... fuck... harder," I gasped, pressing my forehead against the wall. The rain outside pounded in time with her movements.

She added a second finger. Now she was fucking my ass with them, massaging my prostate with every thrust. My balls drew up tight, my cock pulsing in the air. I wasn't touching it, but the orgasm was already building—strange, deep, coming from inside.

"Anna... I'm gonna... fuck..." I groaned.

"Cum. Just like that. Show me how your prostate squeezes out your load," she commanded passionately, speeding up.

I roared. My body convulsed. Hot ropes of cum shot onto the floor, onto the wall—thick and plentiful. My prostate pulsed under her fingers, milking every last drop out of me. My legs were shaking.

Anna didn't stop. She pulled her fingers out, spun me around to face her. Her lips wrapped around my still-hard cock. She sucked greedily, swallowing the remnants of my cum, licking clean the head.

"Mmm... tasty..." she murmured, looking up at me. "But this is just the beginning. Now I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now."

I grabbed her hips and sat her on the small table. Ripped off her wet skirt and panties. Her pussy was completely soaked, her clit swollen. I slammed into her with one hard thrust. Anna moaned loudly, digging her nails into my shoulders.

"Come on, Mark... deeper... fuck your boss," she growled, wrapping her legs around me. "After that prostate play, I'm dripping like a slut."

I pounded into her hard, the table squeaking beneath us. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down, took her nipple in my mouth, bit down. Anna arched her back, her cunt clenching around my cock in rhythmic spasms.

"I'm gonna cum... don't stop!" she cried.

Her body shuddered. Her pussy gripped me like a hot ring, fluid spraying from it—her squirt drenched my thighs. I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and came on her stomach and tits, thick white ropes of cum. It dripped down her skin under the dim light.

We were both gasping for air. The rain still poured outside. Anna ran a finger across her chest, gathered my cum, and licked it off.

"Next time, in the office... after the meeting," she whispered with a wicked smile. "And I'm going after that prostate again. Ready, new hire?"

"More than ready," I answered, kissing her wet lips. "Just tell me when."