Chapter Five: Return Fire
Andrea woke to the blaring of her alarm. She started her day by rinsing her face with cold water, and staring into her reflection, she was struck by how normal she felt and how well-rested she was. The first time Mike had fucked her, she had felt like he had nearly turned her inside out. This time, however, she felt ready for the day. He had already stretched her before, and so she knew what to expect. More than that, she was ready for him to do it again.
She dressed slowly after leaving the bathroom, pulling the fabric onto her body with a solid understanding of what Mike would see when he arrived at work. She cupped her breasts before fastening her bra, and she remembered Mike's continual praise for her figure. Her nipples grew hard at the memory and, as she stepped into her panties, she stopped to examine her plump backside. It has always seemed too large to her considering her otherwise slender frame, but Mike's promise to fuck her ass echoed inside of her and left her loins warm and moist.
Once dressed, Andrea pulled her uniform on over her clothes. Then, she returned to the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She could understand Mike's attraction to her, and she was flattered by it. Mike was handsome in his own right, muscular and well-endowed, and she felt like she well-suited for him. Tall and buxom, she had a body that many men would admire but only a select few could ever deserve. She remembered Bryan sleeping in the bedroom and rolled her eyes. He has been a long-lasting mistake.
At work, she was electric, moving quickly and finishing every task she could before Mike's inevitable arrival. Her stomach was knotted with excitement all morning because of it. In many ways, Andrea continued to dislike Mike and had misgivings about their strange new relationship. What had her so excited, however, was his dick, which she had a very clear and heartfelt appreciation for. Having her cervix opened had taught her something--Mike had a lot of growing up to do, but his dick was already perfect. That alone gave him dominion over her and left her powerless to argue his interest or actions in any meaningful way. Regardless of how she felt about Mike, if he wanted to fuck her at work, then she would let him. So, if she wanted to get work done, she would have to do it before he arrived.
So, Andrea spent her morning working harder than she had ever worked before and with a single-minded focus on the reward fuck she expected to follow. Periodically, she stopped to check the clock for Mike's eventual arrival, and each time she smiled as the clock moved closer and closer toward noon. The morning passed quickly as she fantasized about him and, at the rate at which she was finishing her work, she thought it likely to have at least an hour cleared to spend with him before she had to go home.
When the paperwork was finished, Andrea hurried around the store to do her orders before checking the back. She took the time to do Mike's work for him, stocking the coolers and checking the gauges before excusing herself for an early lunch. While out, she forewent food and instead stopped by the store to buy herself lubricant. Her stomach was too twisted to eat, but she fully expected Mike to undo those knots with a hard, deep fucking, and she wanted to be ready for him just in case.
That said, Andrea also really wanted to see him come today. She had seen him swell and pulse, and she had felt him come in and on her, drowning her in cum and marking her like a liquid brand. Now, she wanted to see his semen jumping from his long, hard dick and reach apex before it rained down on her. Today, she decided, she wanted his climax to be her only focus.
Time passed quickly until noon, and then time grinded to a halt. Andrea watched the clock, counting the seconds as she waited for Mike. She took breaks to check the door when she heard it open, and each new customer coming or going left her more frustrated. Her stomach was knotted tight, and the butterflies inside of it were stirring her up. When Mike finally did arrive, her panties became a marsh against her weeping pussy.
Mike entered the office with a crooked grin that was dimpled on one side, and he stood over her. "Morning, bosslady."
Andrea smiled back at him on instinct. "It's one o'clock, and you're late."
Mike shrugged and keyed himself in at the time clock. "And you're my slut. What's your point?"
Andrea's smile turned to a frown. It was playful and entirely fake. Her eyes were fixed on his telling bulge. "I might be your slut, but you still work here, Mike, and I think you should be punished for your late arrival."
"Punished? What is this, grade school?" He laughed at her brazenly eying his crotch. She licked her hips absently, and he said, "How do you plan to punishment exactly?"
"Well," purred Andrea, cupping his manhood and rubbing him through his pants. "I thought that since you love fucking me so much, I'll just have to make sure you come before you get the chance to fuck me."
Leaning over her, Mike laughed even louder. He leaned back to close the door while playfully groaning. "What? Oh, no!"
Andrea laughed, too, and undid his pants. She pulled him out and drew in a deep breath at the sight of him. Mike was long and half-erect already, and she loved staring down his length. Taking hold of him in both hands, she measured him with her fingers. Mike was only partially erect, but already he dwarfed Bryan's proudest erection. At full-length, Andrea knew, Mike made Bryan look like a small child. This was partly because Bryan wasn't particularly well-endowed to begin with. Mostly, however, it was because Mike was just so. Damn. Large.
Mike cleared his throat to draw her attention. Staring down at her, he asked, "So, how is it you plan to make me come, Andrea?"
Holding him in both hands, Andrea smiled. He looked even bigger than she remembered and, examining him up close, she chewed her bottom lip as she stroked him. Her face felt warm, and her eyes sparkled when she turned them on him. "I'm going to jerk you off."
He swelled at that, and Andrea felt it with her fingers. She stared at his lengthening shaft and stroked him again. He was already throbbing, and his growth enthralled her. He looked so big to her to begin with, but to see him getting bigger was everything she wanted. It was the very reason she wanted to jerk him off to begin with, to see him swell, to watch him pulse and leak, and to see him erupt like a thick, fleshy volcano. It was her hunger. It was almost a need at this point.
Andrea purred, stroking him from crown to base. "Mm. I'm going to jerk off your big, hard dick, Michael, and hopefully you'll think twice about being late, because every time you are, you miss out on my tight, wet pussy."
Mike laughed and twitched in her hand. The game seemed to amuse him, and her hands certainly weren't hurting. He shrugged. "I don't know, boss. Your hands feel pretty good. As it stands, I don't think I would mind getting a hand job once in a while, especially when you stare at my dick like you love it."
Andrea grinned up at him, stroking him with full-bodied movements, kissing his shaft as she did. She panted in her arousal, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Laughing again, Mike reached out and cupped one of her swinging breasts. His touch extracted a moan from her, and she stroked him faster as he crushed her flesh in his big hand. "I'm sure you don't," he said, and he moved his hand to unbutton her blouse. Once her smock was open, he reached inside and cupped her breast underneath the bra cup. She moaned again, preferring his rough hands on her bare flesh. Her gaze became fixed, focused again entirely on his dick, and Mike, amused by her fascination, thrust absently into her eager hands. "So, this is a punishment, right?"
Andrea nodded, moaning.
"Then, I assume I don't get to decide where I come, do I?"
