by Lena Malick
“Sure.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he said.
“Well… what if you just… what if you just, kind of…”
“What?”
“Maybe you could…” I said.
“What? Say it. Jerk off on your ass? Cum on your ass? Rub the head of my dick against your ass hole until I cum?” He said.
“Yes.”
“Something safer.”
“I guess so,” I said.
“No,” he said.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“Well, maybe you could… do it. Just a little, I mean. Like, just put the head in. Would that be okay?”
“No. It’s alright,” he said, his dick softening.
“You could fuck my tits,” I tried. “And cum on my face, if you want. All over it. Guys like that, right?”
“That’s okay.”
“What’s in your hand?” I asked.
“Honey. From the cabinet. They use it for the tea service.” I could see it was one of those plastic honey containers shaped like a bear. “I was going to use it for lube. That and a little bit of water,” he said.
“To fuck me in the ass?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“So, you’d want to do it like that, all the way?”
“You mean, all the way in?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I would,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay, what?”
“You can.”
“I can, what?”
“Fuck me in the ass.”
“You don’t want me to. I understand.”
“I do. I do want you to” I said.
“You do?” he asked, stroking is dick again, which was growing like something alive.
“Yes. Just, as long as you’re… careful.”
“You really do want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Than tell me to,” he said.
“What?”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass.”
My heart was nearly pounding through my chest at this point. Pre-cum from the tip of his dick was dribbling down in a long string, lit by the overhead light like a long icicle. I felt like I was stepping very dangerously into unknown territory. Maybe this was the illicit thing I’d fantasized about, the carnal, unknown, unnamed thing.
I swallowed. “I want you to fuck me in the ass,” I said. “Please, Allan, fuck me in the ass.”
“Demand it,” he said.
“Fuck me in the ass,” I said, stronger. He looked down at me. I turned over, got on all fours, and stuck my butt out, turning my ass up and out. “I said, fuck me in the ass.”
Allan reached over and grabbed a pillow off the couch and put it under me, then gently pushed my ass down into the pillow. He positioned himself behind me. I felt the dribble of honey on my ass. He squirted it all over my butt and on my ass hole. He took the water bottle off the table and dribbled some of that on my ass as well, rubbing it all over.
He massaged my ass, kneading it, then slowly pushed a finger in my butt. He moved his finger in and out, sliding it around. I adjusted the pillow below me so it was pressing against my clit. I felt him push the head of his dick against my ass hole. He didn’t penetrate, just applied pressure. He then poured some water on my back, sending a chill through me, and squirted some honey across my shoulders. He used one hand to gently press the head of his dick against my ass, and used his other hand to massage my shoulders, slippery with the honey. He took a long time doing this, massaging me from my neck all the way down to my lower back. He applied more pressure against my ass. I felt myself opening. I kept thinking the head of his dick was going to go in me, but I just seemed to spread wider and wider as he continued to apply pressure. It hurt. A lot. He pushed harder, pushing my whole body forward. I closed my eyes and braced myself. Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock slide into my ass. I froze. Then the pain caught up. I gasped. It felt like I was being pulled apart. I was about to ask him to stop, to take it out.
“Breathe. Just breathe,” he said, gently. He went back to massaging my back and shoulders, still taking his time. Every few minutes he’d push, and I’d feel like I was being separated again. My eyes started to water from the pain. He pushed my ass down into the pillow. Holding my butt firm, he slid out a bit, then pushed back in. Ohhh. My. Gooood. A different kind of pleasure glowed inside me. The pain was still winning out, but the pleasure was definitely there.
Holding my ass with both hands, he slid out again, and pushed in deep. Pain won that time. I prayed he was all the way in. Out, then in again. Deeper. Ahhhh. He poured more water and honey over my ass hole. Out. In again, deeper still. I clinched my teeth, trying to breathe. I heard him let out a long, low groan. The sound pushed my arousal. Out, and in again. More pain, but more pleasure. Deep, warm, tingling pleasure, with a hard edge to it, like bright light reflecting off a flat lake.
He slid out, then thrust into my ass, hard. His hips hit my ass. He was all the way in. He let out a loud growl and bent over my back. His chest pressed against my shoulders. He pulled out and thrust in again, the sound of his deep moan now right behind my ear. More pleasure than pain, like a white hot flash, flickering. My eyes felt like they were rolling to the back of my head.
“Yes, Allan. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass until you cum.” I hardly recognized my own voice, a husky growl.
He pulled almost all the way out, and pressed his whole body into me as he pushed back in, pressing my crotch into the pillow. He rested his forehead at the back of my head. He held himself still, all the way inside me.
“My cock is in your ass, Julie. Julie Carmine, director of human resources. Ms. Carmine, who always dresses like she’s a school teacher from fifty years ago, doing everything she can to cover up that body. And now she’d getting fucked in the butt on the conference room floor. Does this excite you?” he said.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, it does.”
“You interviewed me for my job in this conference room. Remember?”
“Yes. Yes, I remember.”
“Do you like having my big dick all the way up your ass?”
“Yes.”
“You like being a slut?”
“No.”
“No?” He pulled out and thrust back in, stabbing me hard.
“Uhhhh. Oh. My. Goo-oo-ood.”
“I think you do. I think you like being a slut. Sucking me off in your office. Slurping my cum up.”
“Ohhh, God. Yes, I’m a slut. I’m a slut. Shut up and fuck me. Fuck my ass. Ahhh.”
“I’ve fantasized about this.”
“You. Have?”
“Yes. When I was in this conference room with you that day. About a year ago. In that chair right there. I thought of fucking you in the ass.”
“Ahhhhh. Oh, God. You did?”
“Yes.”
“Do it now, then. Do it to me, Allan. Fuck my ass.”
He slid out and back in again, then did it again, and again, until he was in a back-and-fourth rhythm, sliding almost all the way out, then thrusting all the way in, crushing my crotch into the pillow. I let out a moan, unable to control it. I was rocking forward and back now with his thrusts.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes. Yes, cum in my ass. I want to feel you cum in my ass.”
He thrust hard into me and groaned through clinched teeth. Then he held still, all the way in my ass, pressing down onto me with his whole body, his sweaty chest slick against my back. We were both motionless for a moment. Then I felt his dick, way down deep, spasm. He let out a desperate cry in my ear. He released in me, in powerful spurts and bursts, his body shuttering against my back. He pressed down, pushing into me with all his weight, penetrating deeper, and continued to shoot hot cum in me, letting out a grunting breath with each spasm and jerk.
Then I came. I had been focused on feeling hi
m orgasm inside me, listening to his sounds, feeling the weight of him on me. My orgasm hit just as he was finishing. I was rocked. It was like being quickly turned inside out, over and over again. I felt like I was transported to some other dimensions of sensation. My whole being seemed to split open and bathe in intense, white-hot pleasure. It didn’t last long, burning bright and fast. As quick as it came, the orgasm began to flicker away, moving on in fits and shudders.
The final remnants of both of our orgasms left us quite and still. Spent. He rested on my back, breathing heavily into the back of my neck. Finally, he sat up and slowly pulled his softening cock out of my ass. He rolled off me, landing on his back a couple feet from me. He took long, deep breaths, still recovering. I felt like I was paralyzed. I lay there, unable to move a muscle, feeling like I’d been fucked so hard I’d ever walk right again. I couldn’t feel my ass. I closed my eyes to rest a moment. Just a moment.
~ ~ ~
I woke up to a sound. Humming. From above. Everything that happened came flooding back to me, but as a dream. I nearly blushed at how vivid the dream was. So explicit. Downright nasty. But exciting, that’s for sure. I must have fallen asleep on the couch.
I turned my head, squinting at the overhead light. That’s not right. Then I tried to get up, and that’s when I realized it wasn’t a dream. It all came rushing back. Did I really do that? I pealed myself off the couch cushion, pulling the pillow out from beneath me. Allan was gone. But what was that noise?
I panicked, suddenly realizing—the cleaning crew. They were on the floor above, vacuuming. They’re very efficient, I’ve learned from the few times I’ve worked late. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. But wait, first of all, did I really just do that? Did all that just happen? Really?! Okay, no time for that, Julie. My God, I did. I’m such a nasty slut. No, I’m not. Well…
As I slowly stood up, I realized, most definitely, it all did, in fact, happen. I could barely extend my legs all the way as I stood up. No wonder, I thought, thinking of the size of his dick when I was below him, looking up. I looked at my watch. I’d been asleep for almost an hour. I started quickly gathering my things. Parts of what happened came back to me in vivid detail. Do you like having my big dick all the way up your ass? Oh, my God. Yes, I’m a slut. I’m a slut. Shut up and fuck me. Fuck my ass. Did I really say that?
Not now, Julie, just get the fuck out of here. Do you really want to be found like this?
I decided to take the couch pillow with me. I’d humped it into a misshapen mess, so really there was no saving it. I quickly debated about the couch cushions. They didn’t look too bad. The sound of the vacuuming stopped. Shit. Gotta hurry. I decided to just flip the couch cushions over and put them back. It’ll be my little secret. Something to think about during the next boring interview I have to do in here.
I stepped into my pants. They stuck to my butt because my ass was covered in dry honey. I threw my blouse on, skipping the bra. I stuffed everything else in my bag. I threw away the honey bear and water bottle and straightened up as best I could. Sure hope they clean this table top.
I made a run for the elevators, stabbing the button. My elevator doors opened just before the ones next to it opened, revealing a cleaning cart. Two women were chatting in Spanish as I scampered on my elevator and it the button for the parking garage. They were just pushing their cart off when my doors closed.
Walking to my car, I pulled my phone out, red light blinking. It was a message from Carl, saying he was working late and I should go to bed without him. I immediately started looking forward to a long, hot bath, where I could relive every moment. When I got to my car, there was a note on it.
J-
If you ever visit Denver, I’d be happy to tell you what to do.
A.
As I very gingerly got in my car, I immediately began thinking about how much vacation time I had coming.