Shockingly, Carolyn didn’t particularly care if he was fucking someone else. Sex was sex and she knew he loved her, so long as she was getting hers. But she wasn’t. And whether that was because of the body shop, or some little Sally Sluthole, Carolyn wasn’t happy, which is why she had gone from content at home to wanting her boss Mark to fuck her hard, pull out and splatter his batter all over her face – a scenario she’d imagined at least once a day for the last couple of weeks.
Carolyn had been working as a secretary at Walsh & Williams, a mid-level architecture firm for the last 5 years, her first job straight out of college. She had just enough of an annual increase each year to keep her hooked. Mark was 15 years her senior and had worked for Walsh and Williams three times as long.
They had exchanged little more than passing glances for the first several years Carolyn worked at W&W. She thought he was hot, but so were many of the firm’s architects. She’d caught him staring at her tits but that hardly made him unique.
Mark was two years past 40, married with three kids. The youngest was 15, and Mark was counting down every day of the three years until he was out of the house so he and his wife, Deborah, could finally get a divorce. According to the many muttered conversations Carolyn had overheard in the office, and a loud and violent fight at the office Christmas party two years before, the couple had hated one another for a decade.
The burners began heating beneath Mark and Carolyn when one of the firm’s founding partners (though not Walsh or Williams) left to start his own firm, taking a ton of business with him. Walsh & Williams had to consolidate staff. Carolyn was good enough to keep her job, but not good enough to keep from getting shared, so she went from one boss, to splitting her time between three architects, Mark included.
What had been limited to harmless exchanges and flirty eyes quickly turned to crackling banter. The other two architects in the newly consolidated office were both in their mid-50s and sort of fugly, Carolyn thought. Mark was in his peak, with muscular shoulders, a broad chest, salt-and-pepper hair, and an ass that looked near perfect in his expensive slacks.
It wasn’t long before Carolyn was fucking Alan, while thinking of the many nasty things she wanted Mark to do to her, starting with her nipples and ending at her slit. Alan’s fault for leaving her trench untended.
Carolyn wanted Mark to fuck her hard and shoot the insides of her splatter hole full of his spunk, though that was mostly in her head, and she figured that if anything ever happened between them in real life, that would be going too far. She’d gladly suck his dick and swallow his load, let him splatter all over her, but she probably wouldn’t let him give her a cream pie.
None of it was serious, just fantasy to keep her happy when she finger fucked herself to sleep, waiting for Alan to come back home. And the fantasies stayed in her head where they belonged, until the Wednesday afternoon when the twitch in her twat tingled too much to ignore.
Chemistry between her and Mark had been gathering heat all week. She had barely seen Alan – he was either working late at the shop, or with his Sally Sluthole. She’d been helping Mark dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s for the crap strip mall one of their best clients was trying to throw together as fast as they could, trying to outrun a few upcoming zoning law changes. Things had been especially bad for Mark at home. While he didn’t bitch about it outright, and Carolyn didn’t know the details, she was observant enough to read his quiet mutters.
They were both unhappy and could smell the promise on the other.
When Alan called to Carolyn he’d be working late again, fixing up an old bathtub model Porsche for a new client who was willing to pay a shit heap of cash as long as he was finished by the weekend, Carolyn said, “Sure, Alan, but if you rubbed me half as much as you rubbed your cars, you’d probably get a fucking genie.”
He said, “Wishes don’t pay the bills, honey,” then promised to tickle her triangle the following night, or maybe in the morning before work. Carolyn said whatever, then marched into Mark’s office, opened his door without knocking, stood in the doorway picturing his cock hanging out of her mouth and said, “Wanna get a burger after work? Alan’s working late again, and I don’t really feel like watching a rerun of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, which is exactly what I’ll end up doing if I go straight home. Either that or bullshit my night on Facebook. ”
Mark’s eyes moved from the computer to Carolyn. They were bloodshot and startled. After an uncomfortably long minute with her standing in the doorway, he said, “Sure, sounds great,” then smiled and returned to the blueprint on his monitor.
Carolyn smiled and left. He had taken a while to answer because he was evaluating the risk. She liked that about him and couldn’t wait to see how risky he was willing to get. She still wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, but knew she wanted to find out.
Carolyn was wearing her favorite panties and bra, which she hadn’t planned on and probably wouldn’t get to show off, but they made her feel like a yummy slut whether other people could see them or not. And after standing in the doorway to ask Mark out, then having him stare as she waited for an answer, Carolyn had a sticky mess in her snatch that made her want to run to the restroom, find an empty stall, then finger herself before her burger with Mark.
They met at Burger Junkies after work, pulling into the parking lot in separate cars. Mark probably told himself it was for efficiency, just like she did; though Carolyn figured he probably did it so no one at the office would talk.
They were on their third round of drinks when Mark told Carolyn how happy he was that she had asked him out. “Really?” she said, turning her voice to a coo, one decibel above totally slutty. “Why is that?”
Carolyn was turning the situation in her mind, trying to figure out if she was really willing to take it all the way, or if she just wanted Mark to want her. Just like it felt good to have your tits stared at, it felt good to have a guy want to plow you, even if you weren’t really planning on bending over.
“Because you’re the most interesting girl in the office,” he smiled. “By far.”
“Well, that’s not hard,” she took a sip of Guinness, “all the good ones left three months ago.”
“Ha,” Mark said, raising his glass, “Not true at all. They definitely left the best behind.”
“You can’t possibly mean me,” Carolyn smiled.
“I don’t,” he shook his head. “I mean the both of us.” He took a large swig of his beer and set the glass on the counter. A minute of silence settled between them before Mark asked Carolyn if she wanted to go to his apartment.
“What would we do there?”
“Whatever you wanted,” he said. “Talk, learn a little more about each other outside of the office, maybe watch a movie. I have like 1,000 DVD’s. I’m sure we could find something you like.”
Carolyn took her second big chance of the day. “Got any porn?”
Mark spit his Guinness,, “Wow. I can’t believe you just said that. If you’re not too embarrassed to ask, then I guess I shouldn’t be too embarrassed to admit it. Yeah, I’ve got porn. The good stuff, too.”
“What’s the good stuff?” Carolyn asked. “You mean there’s a difference?”
“No doubt about it,” Mark said, excitement rising in his voice. “The best stuff has real couples, or at least couples you can believe as real couples, having sex and making love, rather than the sloppy fuckfests you see in the mainstream stuff.”
Wow, a connoisseur.
“Believe me,” he added, “it’s much better than The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.” She giggled as he said, “I figured an evening out for us was out of the question since you were married.” He swallowed the rest of his Guinness and slid the empty to the edge of the bar.
“Nothing wrong with a couple of colleagues getting to know one another a bit better after work,” she smiled and stood from their small booth. “I’m ready, you?”
He was out the door a moment later, she followed quickly
behind.
They took Mark’s car; the drive to his house short and mostly silent. Carolyn worked up the nerve to ask where his family would be. He replied immediately, as though waiting to be asked. Both of his older kids were out of the house already, and his youngest was on a school trip to DC and wouldn’t return for a week. Wednesday nights were his wife’s pottery class and she was never home before 10:00. He was pretty sure she was cheating, but he barely cared. Fuck her.
They pulled up to the house and Carolyn realized exactly how deep the waters were. This was it, the real deal. Mark would have his dick inside her in minutes.
Mark went slightly shy once inside the house, ignoring Carolyn as he rifled through his mail, sorting it into piles on the counter. She went to the mantle and looked along the neat row of pictures displaying his beautiful family. Either Mark found his courage, or he didn’t like her looking, because he came up behind her, pulled her from the pictures, twisted her to face him, then nuzzled her neck and laced it with goose bumps.
Mark nibbled on her ear until Carolyn started moaning. He led her to the couch and gently lay her down, as he dropped to his knees and pulled her skirt past her ankles and dropped it into a silky puddle on the floor. Her panties came next. Once they were piled on top of her skirt, Mark lowered his mouth to Carolyn’s overheated mound and started sucking the lips of her soaking wet slit. A second later he had three of his fingers plunging her hot pocket, as his mouth latched onto her nub until Carolyn came hard and gushed on his face.
It wasn’t the most intense orgasm Carolyn had ever had, but it was probably the fastest, and it gave her an immediate, bottomless craving to get her cunt filled with the fat of Mark’s hot and throbbing cock.
“I can’t believe how fast you came,” Mark’s face rose from her sloppy center, glazed in her juices. “Your body is so sensitive. I love that.” He smiled like a predator, leaned back, and pulled Carolyn’s pussy up and into his lap. His cock was rock hard, slightly shorter but far fatter than Alan’s. He said, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Carolyn nodded, and he began to tease the entrance of her fuck hole by scraping his cock up and down her pulsing folds until she was panting and pleading for him to enter.
“Please,” she begged. “No teasing, I just need you to fuck me right now.”
He rubbed his cock harder against her pussy, soaking his tip in her juices.
She whimpered, “pleeeeeease!!!”
“Are you going to wiggle your ass on my cock when I do?”
“Yes!”
“Are you gonna take my load like a good girl?”
“Yes!”
“Are you gonna beg me for seconds?”
“Yes!”
Carolyn raised her hips to draw him closer. Mark laughed, teased her for another few seconds, pulled his body back, and slammed himself inside her, hard. She shrieked so loud it sounded like she could have shattered glass as she pounded her hips back and forth on his lap.
Carolyn looked down and saw Mark’s fat cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her wide and making silence impossible. She screamed again, full on fire beneath the white hot heat of a new lover. Everything felt fresh, from his scent to his touch to the wet of his lips.
They held their gaze as another orgasm tore through Carolyn’s body. Her muscles spasmed and her fingers dug into Mark’s flesh, pulling him closer. After a minute of thrusting, he groaned sharply.
Carolyn felt him swell, then the hot splatter of cum inside her.
She squealed, and wiggled into the blast. Mark finished milking his dick, rolled off her body and onto the other side of the couch. Carolyn looked at the clock – they’d been home for 9 minutes exactly.
Carolyn gathered Mark’s banana and balls in her hand and started cleaning his cum with long laps from her tongue, starting at the base, vacuuming his tip with her lips. After just a few minutes of fucking she felt satisfied, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to fuck again, and immediately. If she was going to cheat on Alan, it had better be for more than five goddamn minutes.
She started stroking Mark’s shaft, getting the blood to come back. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get you ready for round two.”
He shifted nervously on the couch. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Carolyn’s eyes went dark. “You think I should leave?” she said. “But I just got here.” She jacked her hand faster as his St. Peter started to swell. She wrapped her lips around his bulging head, looked up and met his gaze with widened eyes.
He protested once more, but his dick was already thick, fully swollen inside Carolyn’s mouth. She started bobbing up and down as her fingers curled tightly around the base of his shaft. His hands sank in her hair as he fucked her mouth hard enough to tap the back of her throat.
His eyes were on her, watching his dick slide in and out of her mouthcunt as sloppy sounds of spit and sucking echoed inside the empty living room.
The man who had wanted her to leave just a minute before suddenly pulled away, brought Carolyn to her feet, bent her over the edge of the couch, and shoved his dick inside her, moaning and groaning and thrusting and plunging his body forward as she wiggled her ass against it.
Carolyn looked down, saw the small puddle on the hardwood floor and realized her cunt wasn’t just sopping, it was dripping like rain. The sight made her moan in pleasure and wiggle her ass harder against him. She reached down, and started furiously rubbing her cunt, then threw her hand behind her and shoved her fingers into Mark’s mouth.
Carolyn spasmed into another orgasm as Mark suckled her fingers, grabbed her hips, and started slamming her, out of control. Carolyn’s deafening scream, followed by a full body shudder, sent Mark over the edge and he filled her cunt with what felt like a quart of cum for the second time in 20 minutes, the second blast so big it spilled from her soaking hole and turned the puddle on the floor into a pool.
Mark rolled to the floor, breathless. Carolyn climbed on top of him and shoved her tongue in his mouth, kissing him deeply. He returned her kiss for a minute, then pulled away. “You really have to go,” he said. “We still have to drive back to Burger Junkies.”
Carolyn kept kissing him and he kept kissing her back.
She pulled away, promised that she’d go, but suggested they clean themselves off with a quick shower first. He had to clean up before his wife got home anyway, and she really should, too, just in case Alan was home. He agreed after a short minute of convincing, led her to his bathroom and into the shower.
Carolyn soaped him up as he rubbed his hands over her body, lathering her gorgeous tits into a beautiful foamy mess. She wiggled around, pressing her soapy breasts against him, rubbing her fat, sensitive nipples against his tight, muscular body.
In minutes, Mark was hard again.
Carolyn knelt beneath the beating water and rinsed the soap from his body, slapping his dick against her tits and flicking her nipples with its tip. She took Mark’s shaft in her mouth, and pressed her tits against his balls as she moved them up and down.
Mark reached down and pinched her nipples. “Harder!” she screamed, her voice a caroming echo against the tiled walls.
Carolyn screamed, “Oh my FUCKING LORD, Mark! You can have me whenever you want! You don’t even have to ask. Next time you want me and I’m in your office, just shove me to the floor and cum on my face!!!”
Mark lost his third load of the evening, splattering Carolyn’s perfect tits with gobs of creamy pearls. The orgasm sent him over the edge and he stumbled in the stall, groping for the towel bar. He regained his footing, took the shower head from its holder, and gently rinsed the cum from Carolyn’s body.
They quickly toweled themselves off, and made plans to meet the following Wednesday, skipping the meal and drinks at Burger Junkies, both giggling too loud to hear Mark’s wife on the other side of the bedroom door.
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Fuck. Her.
“Stupid fucking people, get the hell out of the way!�
� Jason screamed at his windshield, slapping the horn and curling his fingers around the XTerra’s steering wheel.
The stupid fucking people weren’t really going all that slow, but Jason was normally about as patient as tulips in early spring, and his temper had curdled, making him want to tear at the asphalt and treat his XTerra like a stock car.
He rolled down the window and lit a cigarette, then took a long drag from his cigarette, pulling the smoke to a burn in his nose. Then he took one more before blowing a giant billow out the open window, then flicking the butt to the road and rolling it back up.
Damn things would kill him anyway.
Jason slammed the accelerator, then cranked the radio, hoping Foster the People’s, “Pumped Up Kicks” could drown the words that were tumbling over and over in his mind, the words that had just been yelled on his, now ex-fiancé’s, front steps.
Who the fuck did she think she was?
Women didn’t break off marriages with him. Every woman he had ever been with accused him of being a bronco that couldn't be broken. Jason preferred that image to the one he kept stealing from the rearview: a recently dumped, never getting married, 34 year old – with nothing to show for the heartache than payments on the ring sitting on the worn carpet on the XTerra’s floor.
Friends and family had warned him, plenty. It was a small town so everyone knew Camille – infamous for liking everything done her way, and to hell with anyone who wanted it theirs. She loved her freedom – the control she had over her own life, and not having to worry about anyone but herself and her daughter.
But Jason never listened, and fell for Camille like a piano on a cartoon cat. She was a fair shake younger than him, and had the perk in her tits and the pout in her lips to prove it. But the age difference didn’t seem to bother her a bit, especially in the bedroom. He had a decade on her, but that also meant a decade of cock rocking. He knew how to use his dick exactly like she liked, and had given it to her exactly like she liked for three years straight.
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