An adult stories – The Hatefuck of a Lifetime Ch. 03 by Alca,Alca Author’s note:
Chapter three is here! Again, thank you to everyone who commented on the first two chapters of this story. Chapter 2 was a nice little intermission, but we’re back in full force, with a new character that will give Chapter 1’s Sarah a run for her money. Hope you all enjoy, chapter 4 is coming soon!
~Alca out.
After a long sleep that I had needed badly, I got out of bed refreshed, showered, shaved and got ready for work. I was a little early, but nobody seemed to take notice as I sat down and hooked up my notebook. I sat back as it booted up and couldn’t help but smile. Whatever happened, not much would be able to wipe that stupid, smug grin from my face for a while to come. Unfortunately, unlike my early arrival this morning, the look on my face did not go unnoticed. I was woken up from an interesting daydream by a silky voice coming from the other side of my desk.
“Looks like someone had an interesting weekend.”
I tried and failed miserably not to let the sudden shock show on my face. Standing right in front of my desk, with the stealth skills of an experienced ninja, was none other than Chelsea. Or, as some of my less subtle and immature colleagues liked to call her, the office hottie. While I was no fan of the misogynistic tendencies these colleagues would display out of earshot of HR and their superiors, I had to begrudgingly admit they made a good and even understated point. Chelsea was an office hottie if there ever was one, her tight pencil skirt and tidy blouse doing nothing to hide her killer figure, maintained by countless hours of dedication and hard work in the gym and complimented by a beautiful face with a gorgeous smile.
Taking great care to not stare below her mouth, I nodded and replied with some confidence.
“It was pretty great, not gonna lie. How was yours?”
She smiled, it was as radiant as the rest of her.
“From how you’re glowing I’d say it was more than pretty great. Mine was great too, thank you for asking. So, who’s the lucky lady?”
I laughed out loud, partly because of the absurdity of having this conversation with Chelsea of all people, but mostly because the question took me by surprise. Our conversations had never gone beyond the professional before apart from exchanging pleasantries. Still, she was a colleague and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I replied honestly but subtly.
“Well, considering she hates my guts, I wouldn’t exactly call her lucky.”
At this statement, Chelsea’s eyes widened almost comically and she replied immediately.
“Wait, YOU’RE the ridiculous piece of shit that has no right to be that amazing in the sack?”
Immediately, as if she’d surprised and scandalized herself with that outburst, she slapped her hand in front of her mouth and did her best not to turn bright red, failing miserably. Not that I was faring much better myself. For the third time in as many days, my jaw was hanging comically low. This time however, the coincidence was so staggering that I couldn’t find the confidence to reply normally.
“Y-you know Sarah?!”
At this, Chelsea’s eyes widened even more, as I had apparently confirmed the suspicion that brought on her sudden outburst. She composed herself, cleared her throat and left the office without saying another word. With my heart pounding in my chest from what was by far the weirdest exchange I had ever had in the office, I tried to forget about what happened and focus on my work, but it was next to impossible. I barely got anything done, and decided to leave as early as I had come in that morning. As I grabbed my stuff and made my way to the parking lot, I saw Chelsea walking towards me, the both of us doing our very best to not acknowledge the other’s presence. It was impossible to miss the piece of crumpled paper she pushed in my hand as she passed me, however. I took it with me, held it in my hand the whole way back home and only dared to open and read it when I had parked in my driveway. The note had a phone number and a few short lines scribbled on it.
“For when Sarah is done with you, don’t text me before that, never mention this in the office ever.”
I stared at the piece of paper in astonishment, wondering what sort of loopy land I had entered. I saved Chelsea’s number in my phone and burned the piece of paper for good measure. As she requested, I didn’t text her, not even to acknowledge that I had received the information. The next few days, the both of us managed to behave professionally, neither of us acknowledging the earlier conversation had taken place, nor that her number was safely stored in my phone for a potential future booty call. I hadn’t heard from Natalie since she called me out of the blue, and ever since Sarah had confirmed the place and time she expected me to be this weekend, I hadn’t talked to her either. Because of this, I actually managed to get some work done and left the office on Friday feeling content.
This feeling lasted about as long as the walk to my car did, as I immediately noticed Chelsea’s car parked right next to mine, the hood opened, with Chelsea herself staring at it in frustration. I looked up to the sky as if some sort of higher being would provide me with instructions on how to proceed, but of course, nothing came. As I thought about it for a few seconds, I realized that if our conversation hadn’t taken place, if she hadn’t given me her number, I would have offered my help, so that’s what I decided to do.
“What’s wrong with it?”
As she looked up and saw me, I didn’t miss the mixture of panic and frustration showing on her face. Like me, she was probably thinking about the same non-existent deities I had been wondering about just a few seconds ago.
“I think it’s just a dead battery, though I’m completely sure I didn’t leave the lights on or anything. It’s never given me trouble before.”
I smiled, this was something I might actually be able to assist with, which meant I wouldn’t have to leave her hanging.
“I have a set of starter cables in my trunk, want to see if we can get it to work?”
The relief was audible in both her face and her voice as she answered quickly, “Seriously? Of course you do, uhm, I mean, yeah, please, if that fixes it you’re my hero! I was about to call a tow company and I was not looking forward to that bill.”
I opened my trunk and dug through my stuff to find the cables, taking them out and handing them to her so I had my hands free to pop my hood.
“Let’s hold off on calling me a hero until we see if this actually does the trick, I really don’t want to get your hopes up.”
Inwardly thanking my dad over and over for teaching me how to do this as a teen, I hooked up the cables to our batteries. As I stepped into my car to start the ignition, Chelsea did the same. She waited a few seconds before attempting, but as she twisted her key in vain half a dozen times, both of us realized this wasn’t about a dead battery. Dejected, Chelsea got out of her car.
“Well, thanks for trying, but it seems like I have to call the towing company after all.”
I looked at her car, a MK V VW Golf, and wondered if the fuse box was still in the same spot as it had been in my old MK III.
“Can I try one more thing before you call them?”
She looked at me, not wanting to get her hopes up again, and answered with a sigh.
“Sure, might as well give it a shot if you know something else.”
I nodded and got into the driver’s seat of her car, taking note of how clean it was. Unfortunately, the fuse box was not in the same spot, but a quick search on my phone provided me with the trick to open it, as well as the fuse number responsible for the ignition. I pulled it out and saw it was burned out. I checked the glove compartment, but there were no spare fuses, so I decided to take out one of the less important fuses and stuck it in the ignition slot. I pressed the brake and turned the key, and the engine sprung to life immediately.
While doing all of this, Chelsea had been looking at me curiously, wondering what I was doing to her car. She squealed in excitement when the engine turned on, throwing her arms around me and thanking me with excitement.
“How did you know that was the problem?!”
Despite myself, I grinned sheepishly.
“I used to have a MKIII with some custom extras that I built in myself and I would burn through fuses like nobody’s business. I’ve gotten used to considering an issue with those before anything else.”
She laughed at that statement, then looked at me seriously.
“Okay, but you have to let me buy you a drink after this, I can’t just shake your hand and let you go home after you literally saved my night.”
My eyes widened just a little bit, and I responded, “Of course you can, I’m happy to help, but I won’t say no to a drink!”
As I put my jumper cables back in the trunk and we closed the hoods of our respective cars, we agreed to meet up at one of the local bars at 8PM, one we knew wasn’t frequented by our co-workers. Despite our intention to platonically have a drink, neither of us wanted to spark any office gossip. Platonic intentions aside, however, I showered and put on fresh clothes before leaving. Chelsea always looked immaculate in the office, I could only imagine the effort she put in privately and I didn’t want to show up looking like I came straight from the office. When I entered the bar at exactly 8PM and saw her waiting for me in one of the booths, I had to stop my jaw from dropping yet again. Instead of her pencil skirt and blouse, she had put on a form fitting emerald green dress and let her hair down in what seemed like endless waves. Her make-up looked just as subtle as it did in the office, but it still made her shine in a way I had never seen before. She would give Sarah a run for her money when it came to looks, no wonder they were apparently friends.
I made my way to the booth and gave her another friendly hug, but she surprised me by kissing me on the cheek. As we sat down and ordered the first round of drinks, a dry white wine for me and a rosé for her, I realized that I only had three possible avenues of conversation. Her car, our job, and Sarah. My first instinct was to compliment her outfit, but I didn’t want her to get the idea that I thought this was a date. I stopped myself in my tracks then and there, I was overthinking again. I had gotten here by just doing what felt right, and I just had to continue doing so.
“I have to be honest, you look absolutely gorgeous, I am floored, wow.”
She laughed, her loose hair accentuating her beautiful smile even more so than normal.
“I saw you try not to let your jaw drop as you came in, thank you, that’s really nice of you to say! And right back at you, you always look really presentable at work, but it looks like you still went the extra mile tonight. Am I that special?”
I almost choked on my drink. Was she trying to lure me into a trap? I decided honesty was still the best policy.
“You seemed like the type to make an effort wherever she goes, which is something we have in common. I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t look shabby compared to you.”
She smiled sweetly while taking a sip of her wine, apparently that had been the right answer.
“Well, look at mister profiler, anything else you want to tell me about myself that you learned at first glance?”
I smirked. “Nope, just that, we haven’t ever really talked beyond the professional stuff.”
She nodded. “You’re right, we haven’t, so imagine my surprise when I learn that you don’t just know my good friend Sarah, but you, how should I put it, escorted her out of a party last week. Now, I know my friend, she’s going to stop hooking up with you eventually. Not because she gets bored, but because she gets too attached and she doesn’t like getting attached. So, I find out that the guy she’s been absolutely gushing about for days, don’t tell her I said that by the way, is a colleague of mine! One of the very, very few colleagues in our backwards company that is always respectful and never says anything untoward, but from what I hear is an absolute demon in the bedroom? I got to have some of that, so I slipped him a note with my number and a courtesy request to stay professional and not text me until my friend inevitably dumps him, fully expecting him to break both those rules, but no! In fact, I had to make a conscious effort not to be flustered whenever I was around you, but you made it look fucking easy! For a minute, I thought you hadn’t gotten or read the note, or that you weren’t interested. You did get the note, right?”
I nodded and let her continue her speech, bewildered at how, for some reason, everything just seemed to be coming my way lately.
“You did, and you followed my request to the letter, not one attempt at flirting, not one remark, not even a wink or a nod, and not a single text. So, naturally, I call Sarah to ask what’s wrong with you, and, much like I’m doing now, she goes off on a rant of her own! Would you like to know what she said?”
I smile, “Would it make a difference if I said no?”
She almost looked annoyed. “Of course not, she said you’re a great guy but you’re such a goddamn stickler for the rules. You’re so annoyingly, obviously respectful, always seeming to be in perfect control of any situation even when by all rights you should be completely panicking, and she absolutely loathes you for it. She. Hates. Your. Guts. She can’t stand you, and then you go and give her the absolute best fuck of her life, forcing her to say good things about you, great things even, she hyped you up like nobody’s business, and she hated every second of it. You ruined that poor girl, absolutely ruined her. And you know what I think?”
I didn’t even ask the question this time, I just gently waved for her to continue.
“I think she ruined you too. I think you weren’t even consciously trying to be extra respectful of my wishes, I think you’re just scared to death that you won’t have another opportunity to fuck her.”
At this, my smile widened as far as it could go, breaking out into a broad grin.
“You, my dear Chelsea, are absolutely dead on the money. I’m not saying I wouldn’t have respected your wishes otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have texted you and I would’ve stayed professional, but you’re right, I was thinking about Sarah and not wanting to ruin my future chances the whole time.”
At this, Chelsea laughed. “God, I can see why she hates you. But I’m not her, I’ve always been able to read other people better than she has. You are ecstatic about all the things Sarah apparently told me about you, but you’re panicking about where I’m going with this, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good. Now that we have that cleared up, let me tell you about the real reason I asked you to have a drink with me, and why I’m really wearing this dress and spent the better part of an hour on my hair and make-up. I want you to ruin me just like you ruined Sarah, and I want you to do it tonight. I want you to take me home, your pl ace or mine, I don’t care, but I want you to fuck me like you fucked her.”
I looked at her, there was no humor in her face, she was absolutely serious and determined about this, it was no joke, no lure, no taunt, she wanted this. I opened my mouth but she put her hand on it before I could even utter a single syllable.
“Don’t you fucking dare ask me why. Do you want me to hate you the way Sarah does? I already think you’re annoying. You’re not actually perfect, you’re just as flawed and insecure as anyone else, but for some reason you have the ability to read and deduct situations in your head really quickly and by sheer dumb luck you make the right decision most of the time. By asking me why, you’re going to force me to admit that I’m jealous, jealous of Sarah for getting fucked by a guy who knows what he’s doing, who knows how to respect boundaries, who’s not creepy. Admitting that is just another ego boost for you that you don’t need, you have too much of an ego as it is, even though you hide it under a mask of faux innocence and modesty. And before you start thinking of reasons not to fuck me, Sarah’s fine with it, she’s going to fuck you again, she told me as much, and she doesn’t care if you fuck me in between. We’re good with sharing, and I’ve already tendered my resignation earlier this week, I’ve gotten a far better offer to work at that new tech startup two blocks away. So in three weeks we’ll no longer be colleagues, but we will be fuckbuddies. Unless you think of another bullshit objection on the spot?”
I gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her soft hand away from her mouth, figuring the time for tact had long passed.
“I got nothing, you’re absolutely stunning and even though I can’t stand the fact that they call you the office hottie, part of the reason why is because I think it’s a gross understatement of how sexy you really are. I’ll go pay for the drinks now and text you my address in the meantime, see you there?”
She smirked victoriously as we both stood up and I made my way to the bar. “And here I thought I’d have to use my trump card.”
I stopped in my tracks and looked back. “You had a trump card?”
Still smirking, she opened her phone and hit play on a voice note she had apparently received from Sarah before I arrived at the bar. It started playing and immediately, Sarah’s voice filled the space between us.
“Listen up, you prick, I’ve got a spa day planned with Chelsea tomorrow, and she better tell me all about how sore she feels after you made her cum her brains out all night, or I’ll never fuck you again, you got it?”
I laughed out loud, unable to help myself. “That is a horrible trump card.”
At this, her eyes widened. “Really? Why? You don’t like being threatened?”
I laughed, turning around to pay for the drinks as I answered with confidence. “I don’t mind, but there’s no way in hell she’d follow through on the threat.”
She didn’t reply, she just laughed and shook her head as she walked outside to her car, and I texted her the address as I paid for the drinks, only for the bartender to laugh at me as he explained Chelsea had told him to put it all on her tab before I arrived. The dumbfounded look I gave him seemed to amuse him to no end, and he wished me a good weekend as I left. As I walked outside, I saw Chelsea leaning against her car, smirking at me.
“Cheeky little minx.”
She winked, “It’s your fault for assuming I’d let you pay for the drinks. I told you, your ego is unchecked, you just manage to hide it really well. Luckily for you…”
As she talked, she stood up straight and made her way towards me, the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement almost drowned out by my heart pounding in my ears as she came closer and I could smell her perfume. She brought her mouth up to my ear and her hand down below my waist and softly whispered, “I really enjoy breaking an unchecked ego, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” As she whispered, her hand grabbed my package through my pants squeezing it harder with every word. “So get in your car and lead the way so I can get started on knocking you down a peg or two.”
Slowly, I started to smile, with the smile soon turning into a grin. What a night, no, what a week this was turning out to be. I was still clueless how everything seemed to just come my way all of a sudden, but I was going to make the most of this. If Chelsea wanted to play this game, I was going to play it with her. Without a warning, or even giving her the slightest inclination that I noticed her squeezing my quickly hardening cock, I moved my hand down her back, her tight ass and put it on the back of her thigh. I bent down my knees a little bit to reach, then pulled her up and against me, turning around swiftly to push her back up against my car. I looked at her piercing hazel eyes, her lips just inches from mine. My grin was gone and so was hers, she looked like she was fighting the urge to bite her lip as I felt her toned legs tighten around my waist. Finally, I answered her last statement.
“You talk too much. What makes you think I’ll let you knock me down? From the looks of it, you’re the one pinned between me and my car.”
In response, Chelsea looked around, and when she saw nobody was looking at us, she pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to her waist, exposing her breasts to the late summer night breeze. From all the things I possibly expected her to do, this was not it, and I very nearly faltered as my eyes automatically drifted down to admire them. They were smaller than Sarah’s, but every bit as spectacular. Both nipples were adorned by silver stubs, and I had to fight the immediate urge to lower my head and take one in my mouth. Unfortunately, my internal struggle lasted a few seconds too long, which caused her to reclaim the lead in our sexy struggle.
“What’s wrong, cat got your tongue? You’ve seen tits before, right? Just last week, if I recall correctly, and I know first hand how fantastic those are.”
My head snapped back up as I stared at her in disbelief at the statement she’d just casually made, immediately realizing my mistake, but it was too late. She laughed, pulling the straps of her dress back over her shoulders and putting a hand on my cheek endearingly.
“You’re so goddamn cute! I can’t wait to see that silly embarrassed face of yours when I ride your cock until you break. Really, cutie, there’s no need to keep up that confident façade of yours. I know you have no clue how you managed to score with Sarah, nor how you’re about to get lucky with me. Just accept it and go with the flow, although I expect you to put that mouth of yours to work first, Sarah’s been hyping it up all week.”
That got me back down to earth quickly. I was still holding her up, pinning her against my car, although there was no force left in it, I had almost been doing it unconsciously, completely mesmerized by the things Chelsea was doing and saying. I blinked, looked at her and smiled, gently placing my free hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair. She looked at me intensely, no doubt wondering what I was going to do in response to her teasing me mercilessly. I could feel her legs tense up, it was obvious she was expecting me to fight back, to give her a real challenge, to not give in like so many others probably would when she would turn it on.
I removed my hand from her leg, gently letting her down until she was standing on her feet once more. I didn’t miss the pout that started to form on her beautiful face, but I didn’t give her the chance to complete it. I grabbed her wrist and forcefully turned her around and bent her over against my car. As I felt her tight ass pressed against me, I bent over her and softly stroked her cheek, moving my hand back, tucking a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear, freeing it up so I could whisper into it the way she had done to me easier.
“I saw that disappointed pout just now. You want a challenge, don’t you? Even if it’s a façade, a mask of faked confidence and bravado to hide the insecurity beneath, it’s still better than the slew of guys dropping to their knees as soon as you give them a cheeky look and wag your finger at them.”
This time, it was I who looked around to see if anyone was watching us. We were still alone in a secluded bit of the parking lot, so nobody noticed when I let my free hand roam the amazingly well defined muscle waiting for me, barely hidden by the soft fabric of her emerald green dress. Gently, I stroked her side, her abs and slowly descended down her upper thigh, not missing the small hitch in her breathing as my fingers got closer to where we both wanted them to go. That’s when I turned her around again to take a good look at her flushed face, and I was in awe. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes were wide, and it made her look more beautiful than ever. I gently placed my hand on the back of her head, and even before I could, she was already pulling me in for a deep, searing kiss. We broke apart what seemed like seconds later, too short for my taste, no matter how long it really had been. I could glue myself to those lips and not regret it for a second. She smiled, turned around and walked towards her car, opened the door, got in and drove away without looking back at me. Shaking my head, I looked around at the rest of the world that seemed to have reappeared after it had just been her and me for the last few minutes, stepped into my car and drove home as fast as I could, not wanting her to have to wait for me to arrive.
Just a few minutes later, both of our cars were parked on my driveway and the front door was slammed open and shut as Chelsea and I barged in, both having run out of patience and eager to put our money where our mouth was. It was clear to me that I was about to have an experience similar to last week when she put her hands under my shirt and pressed her nails into my back hard in an attempt to press her body against mine. For the second time this night, I put my hands on her legs and lifted her up, slamming her back against the wall so hard the force caused a photograph right next to it to fall to the ground and shatter. Neither of us cared, our priority was elsewhere.
As we slowly made our way up the stairs, I debated ripping off her dress like I did Sarah’s the week before, but I realized that, ever since I saw her sitting there in that booth, I had been subconsciously wanting to fuck her in that dress. It looked absolutely incredible on her, and despite the spectacular pair of tits she had flashed me earlier, my mouth still itched to put my lips on either of those pierced nipples, I wanted to see her get railed while wearing it. As soon as we hit the top step, she’d pried off both my jacket and shirt, and was working on my belt. If she even noticed I hadn’t even started unzipping the back of her dress, she didn’t let on. Instead, she seemed hellbent on remaining in control of the situation. I only realized how right I was when we entered my bedroom and she wasted no time, pushing me down on the bed and straddling me immediately, pinning my wrists above my head with both hands, leaning over me. Her cleavage was dangerously close to my face, taunting me, daring me to rip away the last bit of fabric still clinging onto her chest.
Whether or not I could was irrelevant. Between her incredibly tight and fit body positioned on top of me and the cocky smirk on her beautiful face, I was completely mesmerized. I stopped thinking about who was in control or what I was going to do, I just wanted to see what she was going to do. I didn’t have to wait long. Without breaking eye contact or changing the way she looked at me, she slowly moved her hand down my body, pulled my belt loose, opened the buttons of my pants and slid a few fingers down my boxers. I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my throat. Her fingers were soft and cold, and it felt incredible to finally have her touch me. She, however, had other plans.
“You know, I could tease you into oblivion, have you beg for more in minutes, or just deny you and leave right now, just as you’re prepared to get incredibly lucky, but…”
Pausing, she let go of my other wrist too, and pulled away my boxers with both hands, giving me a cheeky wink when she got a look at my cock waiting for her, rock hard in anticipation.
“It doesn’t look like you need any further teasing at all. Instead, I’m going to offer you a challenge. Hold out for as long as I want you to, and I’ll let you cum”
Out of nowhere, she grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing tightly, and positioned herself on top of it. It was like she had read my mind earlier, except for the fact she wasn’t going to let me fuck her while she was still wearing that dress, she was about to fuck me while wearing it instead. As she moved herself down and I felt the tip of my cock surrounded by the most perfect combination of warmth, wet, soft and tight pleasure that up until just now I thought only existed in my fantasies, I realized I had been played hard. She hadn’t been hoping I’d seduce her, or that she’d be able to seduce me. She hadn’t come to that bar with a wait and see attitude either. She hadn’t worn any panties under that incredibly hot dress because she knew for a fact that she was going to fuck me tonight. She knew it was an inevitability. It had taken months of careful planning for me to fuck Sarah, and all Chelsea had needed to do to fuck me was show up and wear, or in this case not wear, something convenient.
And then she started to move her hips in long, slow circles and I was no longer able to think about anything. Chelsea was hot, incredibly so, if Sarah was that classic girl next door hot with the perfect curves, Chelsea was the Instagram fitgirl you pretend not to know when your friends show you one of her videos. Over the course of the week, ever since she gave me her note, my mind had wandered multiple times as I imagined what it would be like to fuck her. I wondered if she would feel like Sarah, I couldn’t imagine it could get any better than her. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Chelsea was not taking any prisoners, she intended to break me immediately, the pleasure of her tight pussy squeezing me was more intense than anything I ever felt before. I had to do something, I had to get my bearings back, I had to open my eyes and do something, say something, anything at all to regain some measure of the control I now realized I never had in the first place. But my eyes were already open, glued to her face as her confident smirk betrayed exactly what she felt, she knew she had me right where she wanted me. So I tried to open my mouth instead, but like my eyes, it was wide open, except words were not coming out, just deep, raspy moans that somehow sounded nothing like me. I had thoroughly underestimated this woman and I was going to pay the price by cumming inside her otherworldly pussy after she’d barely done anything to me.
And that’s when I closed my eyes and saw Sarah, and the look of satisfaction on her face as her initial regret turned into fierce approval.I pictured her smug look after Chelsea would inevitably tell her about how she made me explode in a few minutes. I heard Natalie’s voice, and the moans involuntarily escaping her throat while she listened to me talk about this exact moment. Her moans turned into laughter as she mocked me for letting Chelsea trap me so easily. I opened my eyes again. Nothing had changed, Chelsea was still slowly moving her hips around the tip of my cock, never taking more than just the tip. The message was clear, if this is all I need to do to make you explode, you’re not worth taking all the way. There was no fucking way I was going to let this happen to me, no way I was going to ever look Chelsea, Sarah or even Natalie in the eye after talking such a big game for so long and then giving up so easily.
I closed both my eyes and my mouth and breathed in. Slowly but steadily, my hands moved up Chelsea’s hips, feeling the tight curve of every rock hard muscle as she worked her way toward making me explode in the most incredible pleasure I had ever felt. When I reached the very top, my fingers hooked around her sides, I breathed out and opened my eyes, looking her directly in the eye, and tightened my grip. She stopped moving, her smug look melting just a little bit into curiosity, no doubt wondering what I was going to do. Then, for the first time since we left the bar, I smiled and spoke.
“You almost had me there.”
Again, she smirked and replied innocently.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just getting us both warmed up.”
I knew she intended to rile me up with that statement, but I still fell for it. My smile turned into a smirk and I very nearly growled as my fingers dug into the skin of her hips and side and I started to sit up, fully intent on pushing her face down into the bed, pounding her relentlessly while repeatedly asking if she felt sufficiently warmed up now. That’s when she moved her hips again, almost as if my hands weren’t there at all, effortlessly fighting against my grip trying and failing to hold her still. Immediately, I felt the tip of my cock almost explode into that same ecstasy and pleasure as before, except this time she made it worse by talking.
“Ah, ah. You didn’t think I was going to let you fuck me like you did Sarah, did you? I know she likes men who are able to challenge her, to verbally spar with her and come out on top, literally and figuratively.”
Every other word was emphasized with a twist or turn of her hips, squeezing out the drops of precum I was so desperately trying to hold back as I fought back with everything I had.
“It’s why we’re such good friends, actually. I love a challenge, I love it when a guy doesn’t immediately fold onto his knees for me. There’s one very important difference between the two of us, though. She likes to rile them up until they give her a good, hard pounding. The special once in a fuck knows how long kind of pounding. The one she got from you was extra special because you two absolutely loathe each other.”
As she talked, she effortlessly moved her hand behind her back, astonishing me with her flexibility and how she made completely ruining me look so easy and simple. I heard the sound of the zipper on the back of her dress as it went all the way down and then simply fell away from her body, exposing everything underneath. It was all I could do not to let go and cum my brains out straight away. Every twist of her hips caused her breasts to swing subtly, showing off how firm they were, the silvery stubs on her nipples almost hypnotizing me. Every push and pull caused her perfectly defined abs to contract, showing off the sexiest six pack I had ever seen. Every part of Chelsea was polished and worked to perfection, complemented by the way she moved, as if all this was a dance. Despite the fact that I was pushing back my impending orgasm with everything I had, she wasn’t done with her speech just yet.
“I don’t rile them up. I ambush them, give them no chance to think, no chance to realize what’s going on and by the time they’re starting to get an idea, I’ve already straddled them, moving my hips around, slowly melting their cute little brains. By that point, it’s too late. Even if they want to take the reins back like you obviously do, they can’t stop watching. You can’t help yourself, can you? You’ve had those fingers buried in my side for a while now, don’t you just want to lift me up, slam me down and pound me raw? I don’t weigh much. A big, strong guy like yourself should be able to do anything he wants to me. So why are you just lying there, moaning like a wild animal? I think I know why. I think you want me to do *this*.”
As she spoke that last, heavily emphasized word, out of nowhere, she slammed her hips down and impaled herself on my cock, forcing it to fill her up completely. Immediately, I could feel the uncontrollable twitch as the floodgates opened. I did not have a single defense against this. As I moaned, louder and more uncontrollable than I ever had, I was forced to watch her as she quickly got off, got on her knees, grabbed the base of my cock and pushed her head down, taking it all the way down her throat. Her eyes never left mine as she greedily swallowed all the cum she forced out of me. As I unloaded everything I had down her throat, I finally realized what I had gotten into. I thought Chelsea had been a goddess like Sarah, but I was wrong, so wrong. As she let go of my cock, gave the head a kiss and moaned as she licked her lips, I was able to get my bearings back with a single thought slamming my brain and body back into focus. Chelsea was a demon, and before this night was over, I was going to fuck her like one.
She was still on her knees, and whereas I was out of breath and looked completely spent, she looked like she had just been lounging around for a bit. She tilted her head just a little bit and flashed me the most innocent smile possible, completely at odds from how she’d sucked every last drop of cum out of my cock just a few minutes earlier.
“Are you okay? Do you need a few minutes to catch your breath?”
I smiled, I did need a few minutes, but not to catch my breath. I needed to reorganize my brain after she had scrambled it completely. I was astonished by what just happened. By no means did I consider myself a sex god, but I thought I was at least better than this. I was, I knew I was, Chelsea was just that good. Slowly but surely, my smile turned into a grin as I finally found my words.
“I am more than okay, that was the single most incredible experience I ever had. So I guess there’s only one thing I can do.”
She arched an eyebrow, “and what would that be?”
Finally, the opening I had been waiting for presented itself. I sat up, bent towards her and kissed her deeply. As she answered my tongue with hers, I repositioned the both of us so she was now the one on her back. Surprisingly, she didn’t protest or fight me at all. I broke the kiss and slowly made my way down her body, making sure to not skip a single inch of skin, kissing every part of her body as if I would never get the chance to do so again, which probably wasn’t all that far from the truth. When I finally got all the way down, I looked back up at her and smiled again.
“Reciprocate, of course.”
And with that, without giving her a chance to respond, I dove in. Going slow at first, I carefully explored every part of her delicious pussy with my lips and tongue. Placing careful kisses and gentle licks everywhere, taking note of her breathing, the movement of her legs and hips, and after a minute, her moans as well. I moved my hands along her sides and abs, softly brushing her skin with the tips of my fingers. I took it as slow as I could, carefully increasing the pressure with every passing minute. After a few more minutes passed, I was forced to stop teasing her skin with my hands. She had started to move and buck her hips into my face, and I had to hold her down in order to keep going. To my endless amusement, Chelsea’s love for talking did not fade when someone had their head buried between her thighs. It just made her a lot dirtier, which took me by surprise when I felt her grab my hair and pull on it hard and looked down towards me.
“You little fucker, you have no right, no fucking right to be so fucking good at this. Sarah fucking warned me about this but Jeeeesus fucking CHRIST, how?!”
Every other word was dragged out into a moan as I took great care to alternate the pressure on her clit to make talking as difficult for her as I possibly could. Shutting her up proved to be an impossible task, however.
“I told her she was overreacting. She’d been on a bit of a dry spell, I’d been teasing her with some pics I made of this guy I tied up and edged for a couple of hours, she was all riled up, I don’t even fucking know why but I just knew she had to be overreacting. We’ve been colleagues for years, there is no fucking way you could possibly be that good? You? The fucking dime a dozen office bro? Why is your fucking mouth making me feel so fucking good?!”
As she dragged out that last word, I felt her legs tighten up as she squeezed my head, spurring me on to put on more and more pressure. I barely even listened to what she was saying, she tasted as divine as her moans sounded and that was all I cared about right now.
“Oh, FUCK, fuck YOU, YES, I swear to fucking GOD I’m going to fucking squirt all over that goddamn boring office bitch face of yours. Don’t you dare fucking stop either, keep going until I tell you to fucking stop and you better fuck me in half when I do or I will fucking ruin you until you’re a sobbing freaking mess!”
Now this was interesting. As much as Chelsea loved to talk, she apparently had a bit of a dominant streak that she wasn’t all that open about unless she was especially into whatever someone was doing to her. I filed this information in my memory, knowing that something interesting might come of it in the future. For now, though, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I could tell she was close, her streak of threats and profanities had devolved into pure, raw moans and her strong, toned legs were squeezing me so hard I was probably going to start seeing stars soon.
Chelsea hadn’t lied about a single thing. When she came, she came violently, grinding her soaking pussy into my face as she squirted all over me. It felt incredible, it was the best reward for a job well done I could ever remember getting. The pressure of her legs decreased as her entire body shook at first, then gradually slowed down into a shiver. Her loud, almost screaming moans died down to a soft whimper. Suddenly, this talkative, confident, dominant demon that had so efficiently drained my cum from my cock barely half an hour ago, looked at me with the most beautiful doe eyes, completely at odds with the rest of her and yet it all just fit together perfectly. Her thighs were soaked, her abs contracted with every heave of her chest, her breasts gently weaving, the pierced nipples still as mesmerizing as they were when I first laid eyes on them. But it was as if the demon had gone away, and left in her place was an angel, an angel that was now non-verbally telling me, begging me even, to fuck the life out of her.
An angel that still had the body of a demon, one I promised myself I was going to fuck like one before the night was over. The time spent between her legs, especially the explosive finale, had been more than enough to leave me as hard as I had been when she first straddled me. And just like that, I pushed myself up, grabbed her legs, pushed them back up against her head and thrust in. Her eyes looked at me in shock as her mouth opened but no sound came out. I pulled back as far as I could and thrust back in as hard as I could. Her body shook and I could see and feel her muscles tighten, but again, she made no sound. I repeated the motion. Again, and again, and again, and every single thrust infuriated me more and more. I pulled out completely, hopping off the bed as I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me. I hadn’t missed the soft whimper she let out when I pulled out, and decided to see how far I could take it. Again, I grabbed her hips, but this time I was able to use the leverage of my feet firmly planted in the ground to thrust in much harder than before. She held her breath as I did, and I could feel she was holding back the moan. I pulled all the way back out and looked at her intently. Again, she whimpered, and she gave me the most pleading look possible. I grinned, pushed in and pounded her as hard as I could a dozen times. The final two strokes got a moan, and again, I pulled out all the way, causing her moan to end in a whimper. Now, it was my turn to talk. And I was going to risk it all on this bet.
“What’s that, baby girl? Don’t want me to stop?”
The second I called her a baby girl, her eyes widened as she looked at me in shock, and I saw her hands grip the sheets. I had her. Again, I pushed in and pounded her as hard as I could, two dozen times now, but this time, I talked to her, and she was no longer able to keep quiet.
“You want me to keep going? All this talk about everyone getting riled up, you straddling me like a little fucking demon slut, this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to piss me off enough to experience your own little hatefuck?”
Again, I stopped, and as her last moan died down I could hear her say something. I bent over, grabbed her chin firmly between my thumb and index finger, and forced her to look at me.
“Repeat that, just a little louder.”
She swallowed and answered softly, “yes.”
I let go of her chin and grabbed her hip once more, pushing inside and slamming into her as hard as I could. She was as tight and incredibly soft as before, but she was no longer in control, she would no longer decide when I came, it would be up to me, and I could keep this going for as long as I wanted.
“Too fucking bad for you, baby girl. I actually fucking like you, you’re fun, and sweet, and fuck if I’m not interested in the things you get up to, with or without Sarah. But you just had to fucking go and piss me off. You had to make it so that I just want to dig my fingers into your thighs and fuck you in half.”
As loud and pronounced as her moans were when my tongue was flicking shapes around her clit, she seemed to be stuck in a loop of continuous whimpers now, as if she didn’t even have the energy to breathe in enough air to make noise. I didn’t care, I wanted to fucking break her.
“What’s that? Where’d your big fucking mouth go? I thought you had this whole thing planned out? Are you Chelsea the fucking goddess, or are you just my cock drunk little slut?”
That seemed to jolt her awake, she suddenly gave me a fierce look and tried to sit up.
“I am nobody’s cock drunk little slut, who the fuck do you think you- OOOH my fucking GOD!”
Before she could finish the sentence, I licked my thumb and pushed it down on her clit, rubbing it with every stroke of my cock still slamming into her pussy with reckless abandon.
“If you’re not my cock drunk little slut, then why are you whimpering like one? What happened to the fucking demon that drained me an hour ago? Don’t tell me I’m going to have to facefuck your lights out to get her back.”
With every word I could feel her tighten around me, I could see her knuckles, white from gripping the sheets for dear life. Her head was thrown back, her back arched, and as I fucked her as hard and deep as I could, flicking my thumb on her clit, I finished her off.
“Because I fucking will. Cum for me, baby girl, and let me fuck that pretty throat of yours.”
I could barely believe how insanely well that had worked. Chelsea let go of the sheets and grabbed her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could as she thrashed around the bed, grinding her hips on my cock, riding out what was by far the sexiest orgasm I had ever seen. Out of nowhere, she stopped moving, pushed herself up, tightened her legs around my waist and threw her arms around me. We looked at each other for just a split second as I held her tight, making sure she wouldn’t fall back on the bed. She tilted her head and all but smashed her lips into mine. I turned around, sat back down on the bed, her naked body still wrapped around mine, and moved my hand from her hips to the back of her head, stroking her hair as I pulled her against me, deepening the kiss.
When she broke it off and looked at me with that same radiant smile she’d always give me in the office, it finally dawned on me that this was the same woman I had been working with for years. Incredible how your perception of someone could change just like that. I couldn’t help myself.
“The office hottie, if they only fucking knew.”
She laughed softly, shaking her head.
“It’s a huge understatement, but I’ll let them have their fantasy. I’ll gladly take you over any of them. So, speaking of, do you have anywhere you need to be in the morning?”
I didn’t even feel like thinking about it. Whatever I had planned, I could skip it.
“Nothing at all, you?”
She shook her head and replied, “good, that means we can talk about what just happened in the morning, and I can just go and do this.”
Slowly, still smiling at me, she made her way down, sat on her knees, grabbed the base of my cock and pushed it all the way down her throat. And just like that, the demon was back. As her head bobbed up and down and her tongue swirled around the head, the only thing I could do was stroke her hair and give in. Because if Chelsea the demon wanted my cum, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her.