We had been texting back and forth all day. It was Friday and we’d have
the house to ourselves when I got home at 8:30.
You had already messaged me to remove my panties. I went into the
ladies’ room, removed them and put them in my purse. I was wearing a short
skirt and was having a tough time remembering not to bend over, staying at
my cubicle as much as possible. I was wet. So, very, wet. When I went
outside on my break, I could feel the breeze go up my skirt and it was
making my clit so sensitive. I could literally feel the muscles inside me
relax as if expecting penetration. My phone beeped yet again. I clicked
on ‘read message’. It was from you and said <I have been hard all
morning>.
The texting continued throughout the day. I tried to answer so you
would get hotter, harder and tease you more.
By 6pm I probably could have cum just by moving around in my chair a
little bit and thinking about what you were going to do to me when I got
home. The text message, <Tracy I want to fuck you sooo bad> arrived in my
phone at about 6:15. I moaned a little when I read it, but I was in the
back of the room, filing, and no one heard me.
At 7:45pm, I went outside for a quick smoke break before I had to finish
putting my files away and cleaning up my desk. My phone beeped that a text
message was waiting. I clicked on ‘read message’. Very short and to the
point. <I am going to fuck your ass until you scream>. My legs went a
little weak and I wanted to rub myself so bad. I could have gone into the
bathroom. But I would make myself wait.
While I drove home, my hand wandered to my crotch a few times. The ride
home felt so long and I was so fucking hot. My skirt was way up, the
thruway I take home was nearly empty, but I didn’t stop rubbing if a car
passed me. It turned me on even more.
When I walked in the door, you were leaning against the counter, just
jeans and no shirt, idly rubbing yourself through your pants. I could see
you were hard. You had such an intense look on your face.
“Hi”, I said and smiled.
You didn’t smile.
“Come here and give me your hand.” It was not a request. I walked over
and held out my left hand.
“Not that hand. Your right hand, cunt.” You were sounding a little
mean, actually, but I held out my right hand.
You grabbed it and held it up to your face and sniffed. “Did I fucking
tell you to touch yourself?” I didn’t know what to say. “Answer me!”, you
said, louder.
“No, you didn’t….I..:” I was stammering a little.
“You are such a whore. Rubbing your cunt in the car, were you? You
couldn’t wait, could you slut?” You then reach around and grab me by the
back of my hair, pulling my head way far back. You kiss me hard, too hard.
I can feel teeth on my lips and you shove your tongue in my mouth. At the
same time I can feel your hand roughly grab my left breast and squeeze
until I whimper in your mouth.
You break the kiss and look into my eyes. “You are MY fucking whore.
That is MY cunt. You don’t touch it unless I say you can touch it.”
“Yes, Alex, I’m sorry.” My lips are quivering and I can feel my lips
swelling a little from your teeth.
“You are so dirty, Tracy. All you ever want is to fuck. Worthless
bitch.” You pull even harder on my hair. “And you’re a fucking tease, too.
You teased me all day and look what you did.” You grab my hand and put it
on your crotch. I can feel how hard you are and you move my hand firmly,
back and fourth across the bulge in your jeans.
“I did do that, didn’t I?” I say, with just a little bit too much
satisfaction. It makes you angry. You pull me to my knees by my hair. I
am kneeling right in front of your huge bulge. You push me by the back of
my head and rub my face all over the front of your pants. You sigh and
close your eyes for a few seconds.
You open your eyes and are breathing heavy as you speak, “I am going to
show you what happens to cunts like you.” You let my head go and unbutton
your jeans. You aren’t wearing underwear and your hard cock jumps right
out at my face. You grab my head again and force your cock between my
lips. “Open wide, bitch. This is going down your throat.”
I can feel it push against the back of my throat. You push but my
throat isn’t opening. “Fucking… take… it,” you grunt and push so
hard your cock pops past the tight part of my throat. I can hardly breathe
and you start fucking my throat, back and forth. There are a few tears in
my eyes. You look down and that seems to make you harder in my throat.
You are hurting my throat, your cock is so thick.
“Yeah, take it, bitch. Fuck my cock with your throat. I hope it
hurts.” You pull out just when I think I can’t take it anymore. Your cock
is thick with my saliva and a stream of it hangs between my lips and your
dick just a few inches from my mouth.
You look down for a few seconds and you have just an evil look on your
face. I can see so much pre-cum oozing out of the head of your cock.
Suddenly you slam my mouth against your cock again and it slips down my
throat easier this time, but my throat hurts from the first time and I moan
in pain. My eyes sting with tears. You pump my throat a little longer,
holding the back of my head with both hands this time and then pull out.
You start rubbing it all over my face and then *smack* your cock hits the
side of my face pretty hard. I moan, but I am getting so wet I can feel
something run down my leg. *smack*, it hits the other side of my face.
“I know you like that, Tracy.” You start jerking yourself off, inches
from my face and look into my eyes. My hand, almost on its own, reaches up
under my skirt and I start to rub my clit.
“Who told you to do that? I didn’t tell you to play with yourself.
Stop it, bitch!” and you grab my arm, roughly.
“Please, Alex, I’m soooo wet, I can’t help it.” I say and look up at
you.
“What do you want?” you ask and look down at me, “Tell me bitch. What
do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, please Alex. I want your dick inside me. I
need to get fucked so hard.” I’m breathing so heavy and I’m so hot I don’t
think I can take it anymore.
“I am going to fuck you. Get on your hands and knees.” You start
pushing the top of my head so I get down on my hands faster.
You slowly walk around behind me and then kneel. You pull up my skirt.
You start caressing my bare ass. “You have such a sexy ass, Tracy. You
like me touching it?”
“Yes, please rub it, Alex. Uuuhhhhh. Soo nice.” I am pushing my back
towards you, hoping my ass touches your hard cock just inches behind it.
*smack* Your hand comes down so hard on my ass you can hear the echo in
the room. *smack*, you hit the other side, even harder. “Oh fuck, yesss,
Alex, I love it.”
“I know you like to be spanked. Do you wanna get fucked now, bitch?
Huh?” You say and caress the skin that is starting to get red and welted.
“Yes, I want to get fucked, please Alex”
“Beg”, and again *smack*
“Please, I’m begging you.”
“That’s a good little slut.” You say and start rubbing my ass all over.
I can feel you push a finger into my pussy. I start to move back
against it.
“Finger fuck me, Alex.” You move 2 and even 3 fingers into my cunt. I
am thrusting back against your hand so hard.
Then I feel you pull your fingers out and I say “Please, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not stopping bitch, I’m just getting started.”
I can feel one finger touch my asshole. You start rubbing it in a
little circle. “Mmm, yes.” I moan. “Touch my ass”. “Hehe,” you say and
sound really mean now. Suddenly I feel 2 fingers slam into my ass. No
warning. Into my dry opening. I scream.
“I know you fucking like that.” You say and roughly thrust your fingers
in and out of my ass.
“Alex stop, slower. It hurts. PLEASE STOP!”
“Fuck no. Not now. Fuckin tease. I want that ass.” I can feel you
move in closer behind me and take your fingers out.
The tip of your cock is on my asshole.
“Slowly, Alex, please.” I know it’s going to hurt.
“I will do whatever I FUCKING WANT to you!.” *smack*, and you spank me
harder than before.
With that, you slam your thick cock into my ass. ALL the way in. In
one hard push. I lose my balance and my hands lose their grip and my face
is on the floor. I scream again and start crying. “No, no it hurts too
much.”
You stay still for a minute, your cock buried to your balls in my ass.
“Cry. Beg me to stop.”
You reach around and caress my face. You can feel the tears running
down my cheeks. “Uuh. Fuck, Tracy, you’re so tight.” you start moving
your cock back and forth, fast and hard. You put your hand around my neck
and squeeze just a little while you fuck me.
“Alex stop, it hurts.” The room is blurry through my tears. I’m crying
and moaning at the same time.
“Fuck, Tracy. I can’t stop. I’m gonna fuck your tight ass until I
cum.” Between thrusts you manage to say, “Don’t… fucking… tell… me
what… to do. ”
It’s starting to feel good. You reach under me and rub my clit.
You push your cock in farther and grab me around the waist with both
arms.. You pull me up so we are both on our knees and I have my back to
you. You lift me a little and then drop me a couple inches. Your cock
goes in so far that I scream. “Alex, oh fuck it hurts. Too much. Nooo.
….”
You grab my hair and pull my head back over one of your shoulders and
kiss me. You kiss the tears off of my face. You put your tongue in my
mouth and start slowly thrusting in and out of my ass again. My hand goes
down to my pussy and rubs my clit back and fourth so fast my fingers are a
blurr. You don’t stop me this time.
I’m moaning into your mouth and squeezing my muscles around your cock.
You jump a little when I do that. “Umm, yesss, Tracy. Fucking whore.
So tight on my cock.”
You’re gonna cum soon. I can feel your cock swell a little in my ass. A
little more pain but I love it. “Fuck, Alex, I’m gonna cum. Feels so good
in my ass.”
You thrust harder and faster than before. You are grunting and pushing
faster.
‘Fuck, you little bitch, I’m fucking cumming in your ass. Fuck, Tracy,
yesssss.”
I let out such a loud moan and feel myself cumming. My cunt and my ass
tighten up and I can feel my orgasm all the way down my legs. My
tightening muscles make you moan and I can feel your cum shoot into me
hard.
I lean back against you and slowly stop moving my hips. We are
breathing so hard and I turn my head to kiss you.
“You really meant that last text message, didn’t you?” I say.
“Yes I did.”
