“God damn you’re good at that. You really never did it before?”
I shook my head. He was my first.
He pulled me up by the arm and helped me get my pants back up and over my butt. My knees ached from resting on the floor and I was tired. I put my arms around him but he pushed me back.
“Hey,” he said.
“I just want to…” I said.
Want to what, cuddle? This wasn’t what this was. He groped me instead, squeezed my ass and cupped my breast in his hand, under my shirt, and teased my nipple with his thumb until it hardened into a stiff, tight point. If he asked I’d have bent over for him right there. The thought of that big hard rod pushing up inside me and opening me was as thrilling as it was scary. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with me. I wasn’t raised by wolves. I’d seen porn, and heard my friends talking about it. I wanted to be smashed, totally used. I’d probably end up playing with myself tonight thinking about Brad bending me over the countertop and railing me, hard. He always wanted to mess with my butt, but I wasn’t ready for that. Maybe after I let him fuck me for real. I was thinking I could make a move this Friday. I was scheduled to close with him and we’d have the place to ourselves for real.
Breaking away from him, I wiped up with some napkins and stuffed them in the trash. I wanted to be more than his fuck toy. I wanted him to hold me, but he only touched me to grope and squeeze. If he wasn’t so good at making me cum I wouldn’t let him touch me at all, but knees went wobbly at the thought of his tongue and fingers bringing me off again.
I made my way out to the parking lot and finally took off the goddamn bunny ears. When I started up my car, I saw headlights come on behind me. It wasn’t Brad. He was still in the building. A little nervously, I pulled out and started on my way home. I was exhausted, sweaty all over, my mouth still tasted like cum, and I needed a shower. Badly. As I drove, the same car remained behind me, swinging behind me through the turns. I glanced at it through the rear view mirror but in the dark I could only see the lights. A little nervously, I turned to head home. Then the car surged forward and cut me off, and I came to a stop. Someone stepped out.
A woman got out of the car and walked over to mine. She had her hand stuffed in her purse. I sat still, trying to figure out what to do. The wheels in my mind didn’t want to turn and I just froze until she tapped on the glass with her fist.
I rolled the window down a little.
“Can I help you?”
“Get out of the fucking car, you whore.”
“What?”
“Now!”
I moved to put it in reverse, then looked at her hand stuffed in her purse. What if she had a gun?
“Get out of the car, damn it.”
Slowly, I opened the door and stood up, holding my hands up in a gesture of surrender.
“What do you want?”
Her hand came out of her purse and shoved a piece of paper at me. No, not a paper, a picture. I took it. It was a black and white, glossy eight by ten of me on my knees with Brad’s dick in my mouth.
“Is that you?”
There was no denying it. It was obviously me. I swallowed.
“I asked you a question. Is that you in the picture, sucking on my husband’s penis? Are those your lips? Is that your ass?”
I swallowed, hard. “Yes. That’s me.”
She slapped me and I stumbled and almost fell. My cheek stung, but I didn’t hit her back. I sobbed.
“I’m sorry,” I wailed. “I didn’t mean-“
“Did you trip and fall and his cock landed in your mouth?”
“It’s not like that-“
“What’s it like? Do you fuck him?”
“No. Just the other stuff.”
“What other stuff?”
I shifted on my feet and rubbed my arms.
“Oral,” I squeaked.
“You mean you suck his cock. Does he eat you out?”
I nodded, sheepishly.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“That bastard. Well, I’m going to teach both of you a lesson.”
“What lesson?”
She moved closer. I backed against the car as she invaded my space. She was taller than I was. I was surprised that Brad’s wife was so good looking. Other than some wings of gray at her temples she hardly looked old, and she was voluptuous even beneath a dowdy blouse.
“Did you suck his cock tonight?”
I nodded.
She grabbed my chin. Her fingers dug into the bruise her hand left. She put her lips in mine and muffled my cry of shock and forced her tongue into my mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, not exactly, but her tongue invaded my mouth, slid over mine, caressed my cheeks. Before I realized it I was not-kissing her back. Sharing the taste of his cum with her. She pushed against me, her heavy breasts resting on my chest as she bent me back over the car and her hand moved between my legs, feeling me through my clothes.