One afternoon he did just that while my husband was at work.
I knew what I wanted when we started talking. Older than me by twenty years, more mature, Scott seemed perfect in every way. Especially seeing how he was the complete opposite of my husband. I’d know that for certain as soon as I worked up the courage.
With our desks set apart from everyone else’s, my older sexy coworker was great to talk to. Kind, handsome, and a great listener but most of all, he wasn’t a mama’s boy like my husband. I’d find out how much one afternoon.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure?” He stopped working to turn to me.
“I want you to fuck me. No,” I thought about it. “I need you to fuck me.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
“Will you fuck me?” I corrected, unsure.
“What about Peter?”
“Peter’s a wimp and a mama's boy.”
“So, you’ve said.”
“And he doesn’t ever get the job done.”
Scott studied me for a moment, “So he doesn’t make you — ” His voice trailed off as he looked around.
“Come,” I finished for him. “He doesn’t make me come.”
“And you’re asking me?”
“I’m asking you to fuck the shit out of me. Destroy me. Give me what I’ve been missing for the past five years. I want things done to me that, well — I’ve only seen on the internet.”
“And you think I can?”
“I know you can. We’ve known each other for a while now. We’re friends. I just have that feeling about you.”
“Careful what you ask for, Emily.” Scott was studying me intently.
“I’ve thought about it long and hard.” I grinned at him, contemplating my double entendre. “Now I want it long and hard.”
“Well — I can help you with that then,” he teased.
“Good. Lunch. My house. But the only thing I’ll be eating is your cock.”
“Oh, you are needing something.”
“You have no fucking idea,” I replied as I turned back to my computer.
Between my legs, I was already a mess. The conversation had soaked my panties. I just hoped Scott would be everything I thought he was. He proved to be more, much more.
Lunch finally came and I was hoping I was about to. Scott followed me to my house and parked behind me.
“Peter won’t be home?’ he asked as I unlocked the door.
“Nope. He’s at work.”
“And you want to do this here?”
“In my marital bed,” I told him as I brushed a lock of hair back from my face.
“You’re wilder than I thought,” Scott admitted as he followed me in and we headed straight for my bedroom.
“You have no idea.” I stopped to face him. “My body is all yours. I want it all. Face fucking. Ass fucking. I want you to destroy me until I’m a quivering mess on the bed drenched in my own cum.”
“That can be arranged,” he replied with a wicked grin.
Scott kissed me and electricity jolted through my body. Kissing Peter had never felt like that. Within seconds, my clothes were pooled on the floor while he was still half dressed. He took a step back to appraise me.
“Fucking hot.”
“Thank you,” I demurred as he drank me in.
“Now on your knees.”
His forcefulness was a complete turn-on as I sank down in front of him. Scott pulled his pants down, then his shorts, and I gasped when I saw his cock. Long and incredibly thick, I was suddenly rethinking my desire to have him destroy me. From the looks of his cock, that was exactly what he would do with it. Still, I pressed forward when he took my head in his hands.
Opening my pouty lips, I eagerly accepted a man other than my husband into my mouth. Placing my hands against his thighs, I struggled as my lips stretched taut around his considerable girth. When his bulbous cockhead triggered my gag reflex, he gave me a moment's reprieve before plunging back into my mouth.
With my head encased in his powerful grip, he began fucking my throat as I gagged and squirmed under his control. Between my legs, my desire was flowing from me like a river and dripping to the floor. When I thought I was for sure going to suffocate, he let me come up for air.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed hoarsely as my throat felt like it was on fire.
Scott yanked me to my feet, picked up my petite body then tossed me easily on the bed where I bounced like a rag doll. He joined me and I noted his large cock swaying pendulously between his legs.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
“God yes.”
When he slid into me, stretching me open, I was panting beneath him. After only a few thrusts, I climaxed as I clung to him. With long pounding strokes, he filled my cunt completely, bottoming out painfully, turning my cervix to mush as I was truly fucked for the first time ever.
My husband had never taken me like that. Scott let me recover from my orgasm, then maneuvered me onto my hands and knees.
He was back inside me, impaling me with his cock as I screamed into my pillow. A hand landed hard on my hip, and I yelped in pain and surprise, then begged him to do it again. Scott began raining blows on my ass as he fucked me like I was a whore, his whore.
It was the best sex of my life.
Several orgasms later and my cunt muscles were tiring, something I never knew was possible until that afternoon. When Scott wound his fist into my hair and yanked my head back, I groaned my approval. As he pulled out and whipped me back toward him, his cum covered cock loomed toward my face. Eagerly, I parted my lips, eager to taste my own cum.
No man had ever treated me like that before. No man had ever fucked me so completely. As I moaned on his cock filling my mouth, several more spanks landed on my ass which I was sure by that time was a fiery red I’d have to hide from my husband for the rest of the day.
A minute later, I was pulled off Scott’s cock and my face was pushed back into the pillow. When I felt his cockhead probing into my ass, I knew I was about to receive what I had begged him for and was unsure if I could handle him. I was nearing my limits.
Scott pushed his cock slowly into my ass as I groaned. When I felt his balls pressing against my sopping cunt, I was screaming into the pillow begging him not to stop.
He began fucking my ass brutally.
Each inward thrust split me open. Each outward thrust made my asshole feel like it was burning. With only my own juices for lube, he was pounding his humongous cock into me as I cried out and begged him not to stop. However, I finally neared my ultimate limits as I climaxed over and over again.
“I — I — can’t take much more,” I told him as I cried out and he spanked me again.
“Let’s finish this then,” Scott growled as he pounded even harder into my once-tight asshole.
His cock swelled impossibly bigger. His fingers dug into my fleshy ass, and I’d note later that he left fingerprint bruises. He was completely owning and destroying me exactly as I had asked of him. When he exploded into my asshole, his hot semen filled me as I screamed.
“Fill my ass!”
More cum than I ever thought possibly could erupt from a man, filled my delicate hole until I was a quivering mess. As my legs gave out, I crashed to the bed off Scott’s cock to lay whimpering beneath him.
Still, I dry-humped the bed in post-orgasmic bliss. He had given me everything I had wanted. Now I faced the problem of how I would continue to have mediocre sex with my husband.
“I’ll tell Andrea you weren’t feeling well and are taking the rest of the afternoon off.”
“That’s an understatement,” I groaned as he dressed. “I can’t move.”
Still, I lay prone, sprawled across my marital bed with my asshole filled with a man’s cum that wasn’t my husband’s. Scott leaned down and patted my now bruised and sore ass.
“Can I get you anything before I go?” He kissed my cheek tenderly.
“Yeah. A divorce and more fucking like you just did.”
“The fucking I can provide. The divorce is on you.” He kissed me again. “Do this again sometime?”
“Yeah — just give me a couple of days to recover,” I replied. “My asshole burns. So does my throat.”
“Occupational hazard when you get fucked brutally like that,” Scott chuckled as he left me. “You should be careful what you ask for.”
He was right but it was so worth it.