Day 2 And Then Some

The next day I showed up at work and walked through the front door. There was Ashly chatting with Susie at the front desk. She was wearing another little skirt and when she saw me, she shifted onto her right leg letting her ass pop and it wiggled ever so slightly. I had no idea what she had told Susie, and I really didn't care. From the lack of concern in Susie's expression I was guessing that she hadn't told her too much.

"Hey Ashly," I waved, "Hope you had a nice time last night," and watched her face turn bright red. If Susie hadn't known before what went on, she would have had a pretty good idea now.

"Yeah..." Ashly said to me awkwardly, "Susie, talk later, yeah?" and Ashly joined me as we walked toward her desk.

"Did you do what I asked?" I whispered.

"Not here!" she whispered loudly and shot me a look.

"Yes, here," I said. "No one can hear us."

She looked around like only a guilty soul can and looked at me, "Yes. I did it," she said, and I could see just the slightest hint of the corners of her mouth turning up.

"And how was that for you?" I queried.

Getting even quieter, "I've never cum so hard in my life," she said. "Greg thought he was some sort of fucking hero and all I could think about was the fact that he was eating your cum out of my pussy," and again her cheeks flushed.

I looked around quickly to see if we were being watched, then pushed her into the men's room as we passed the door.

"What are you doing?" she said with a laugh of astonishment.

"I'm having some quality time with my pussy," and shoved her into a stall. I bent her over the toilet, flipped up her skirt and yanked her panties down round her ankles. She giggled and stepped out of them. "Now, tell me more about what you did at home," and I reached down and started playing with her pussy from behind.

She let out a big sigh and stepped wider to let me in. "I sat on his face, and he ate my pussy..."

"My pussy, you mean," I corrected her.

She moaned and I could feel her getting wetter at that. "Yes, he was eating your pussy. And I watched as he got a little milk mustache of your cum and it was running down his cheeks."

"Good girl," I said as I stepped up, dick in hand, and touched it to her entrance, then lightly tapped it against her clit.

"Ohhhh gawwwd," she groaned and shivered. So, I pressed my cock slowly into her now soaking wet pussy and buried it up to my nuts.

She groaned and started working her hips against me. "He said", 'wow Ash, you're really wet tonight. You must be super horny'. "I said," 'you have no idea.' "and then I came on his face."

"Then what," I asked pumping her hard. Just then the door to the bathroom opened and I froze balls deep in her pussy. We could hear someone walking up to a urinal and start taking a piss. And I slowly, quietly started pumping her again. She shot me a look over her shoulder and I put my finger to my lips. We could hear his stream trickle to a stop. Then a couple short squirts. Then the zipper went up. Whoever it was went over and washed their hands and left. I continued, "then what," and started fucking her hard again.

She let out a breath and said, "then I fucked him. His dick seemed so little."

"Did you let him cum into my pussy?" I asked.

She nodded quickly, stifling a whimper as I pounded her from behind. "Good girl," I said and pulled out. I spit on her asshole and touched the head of my now throbbing dick to it. Again, I slowly shoved my cock into it.

She yelped involuntarily and then slapped her hand over her mouth as I gave her the full length of my cock. "I'm going to give you something else to take home with you," I said, picking up my pace. "I'm closed, baby," my legs starting shake.

"Cum in my ass, Dean. Give me your load," she panted. I buried my cock into her ass and stiffened as I release another batch into her. "Uhhhhh, fuuuuck," I hissed as I stood there pumping ever so slightly as my balls emptied. "Your ass is so tight, Ashly," I said, catching my breath before I pulled out of her. "Go home tonight and ask him to fuck your ass."

"He's NEVER even tried that. He'll know something is up," she worried.

"Yes, he will start to think he is marrying a kinky little cum slut," I said. "And he will be right. You do remember who owns your ass, right?"

"Fuck you," she said indignantly.

"Ok," I said and walked out, leaving her to fend for herself and hope she didn't run into someone else on her way out.

I let it sit, letting her stew over my "request" and went home for the day. I was pretty sure I knew how this would play out, but I just had to be patient. But I was also starting to think that maybe I had pushed her a little too hard. Then, at about 6pm I got the call....

"Dean, it's me," she said. I let the silence hang on the line. "Dean, I'm so sorry. I just didn't think I could do what you were asking of me and...."

I interrupted her, "Ashly, it's fine," I said.

"Really?" she said hesitantly.

"Of course," I returned, "In fact, I'm sorry. This is supposed to be fun, and I really got a little too pushy."

"Oh, god. I was so worried that I had pissed you off. This really has been fun for me... In a really dirty, exciting way," she whispered.

I breathed a sigh of relief, realizing I was REALLY enjoying this as well and did NOT want it to end. "Good, so what are you doing now?" I asked.

"Well, I just got home a little while ago," she said.

"Do you want to play with me then?"

"Yes," she whispered, "I very much want to play with you."

"Ok, I want you to take your fiancé into the bedroom and fuck him. Leave me on the line and put the phone by the bed. I want to hear you getting fucked," I commanded and waited to see what she would do.

"Hmmmm, that's it? I can do that," she said, sounding oddly triumphant.

"Well, with a kinky little twist," I said. "After he's done fucking my pussy, I want you to make an excuse to go out to the store. Maybe get some popcorn for a movie or something. Then come to my house. I live really close. Here's my address," and I texted her my address. "Don't clean up. Just throw on some pants and come straight over."

"Yes, daddy," she giggled. She was clearly a fast learner and really enjoying herself. "Here I go," she whispered.

I heard her lay the phone down on something, presumably the table next to the bed. A couple minutes later I heard voices approaching. "Come on, honey," I heard her say. "I really need some sex. I'll do all the work; I just want to feel you inside me. Pleeeeeeeease," she begged.

"All right, Ashly. Just a quicky. I still have work to do," I heard him say.

What a tool. That hot little piece and that's how you respond? Whatever....

Pretty soon I could hear what sounded like her getting fucked. He didn't say two words the whole time! After about 5 minutes I heard a grunting noise and knew he had finished up. What an utter disappointment. I was hoping for a little more of a show.

After a couple more minutes Ashly whispered into the phone, "I'm on my way," and hung up. 10 minutes after that she was knocking on my door. I opened up and let her in. She was grinning and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. Goddamn she was hot. I took her by the hand and led her to my room.

"Get on the bed," I ordered, and she laid back. I ran my hands up her legs and slowly peeled down the yoga pants. She kicked off her sandals and let me pull them off. I put my hands under her knees and pushed her legs up. Then I found her pussy with my right hand and stuck a finger in. She was on her elbows just looking at me with her mouth slightly open, breathing deeply. Her pussy was well oiled with his cum and I pulled my finger out and stuck it in her mouth. She willingly cleaned it off.

I undid my pants and let them drop to my ankles and said, "I want you to call him and have a conversation with him while I fuck you," and I stepped forward and pressed my cock into her.

She threw her head back and moaned, "Ahhhh, your cock is SO much bigger than his. Oh, my god..."

"Get your phone and call him," I persisted calmly, "And put him on speaker," I said thrusting into her cum drenched pussy. My cock was fully greased, and my pubic hair was getting soaked already.

She dialed and then spoke. "Hey Roger, so what would you like for the movie later?" and locked eyes with me while silently mouthing, "fuck me." She paused for a minute while Roger responded. "And maybe some of that beer you like?" she said, never taking her eyes off me. Her pussy warm and soaked, I just kept going. He hemmed and hawed and babbled on for a few minutes. Then he veered off and started bitching about work. I shook my head and started laughing to myself but never stopped the perfect rhythm I had gotten into.

I could feel myself getting close. All this was turning me on so completely I could barely stand it. I mimed with my hand and mouthed, mute the phone'. She did and I pulled her down onto the floor and presented her with my cock, covered in Roger's cum and her pussy juices. She licked and sucked while Roger rambled, cleaning it all off. I pulled out of her mouth to let her ask him another question. Then she muted the phone again and I stuffed my cock back in her mouth, fucking her face. She kept her eyes on mine the whole time. Roger kept talking.

Then she needed to respond to a question from Roger, so I pulled out and started jerking my cock. She said, "Yes, honey, that sounds nice," just as I exploded in her face. The first rope went into her left eye. Then I hit her forehead. Then I splashed a rope onto her nose. I rested my still twitching cock on her lips while the rest of my load drained into her mouth. She licked the tip of my dick with her tongue, unmuted the phone and said, "Roger, sounds good. I think that will taste really good," and gave me a wink with a sticky cum soaked eye. "I'll be home in a few minutes." And she hung up.

"That was so fucking hot," she said smiling, getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean off her face.

"My perfect little cum slut," I said as she walked away.

She looked over her shoulder, then turned back and ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck so I couldn't get away and put a big sticky cum soaked kiss on my lips. I laughed hard and pushed her away. "Go clean that shit off your face, girl," I said and watched that tight little ass wiggle into the bathroom.

She came back out a few minutes later and put her yoga pants back on. "Gotta go," she said, "I still have to go to the store," and she was gone.

We carried on like this for a couple of weeks, fucking in parking lots, cuckolding Roger, basically reinforcing my ownership over her pussy. Then about 2 weeks out from her wedding we backed off the pace. She had way too much on her mind and I could tell it was causing more stress than fun.

Then one day in the office she came up to me holding an envelope. It was an invitation to her wedding. She smiled sadly, "You don't have to come. But I'm inviting everyone else, so it would be weird if I didn't, you know..."

I just looked up at her and took the envelope, then looked down at it.

She said, "Look, it would probably be better if you didn't come, I mean, that might be a little bit weird for real."

"I get it," I said, without saying I wouldn't come. Because I was definitely going to be there. "Where are you having it?"

"It's all in the invite," she said and turned to walk away.

I opened it and.... Fucking Hawa'ii. Kauai at that. Now we were talking. The Hilton in Wailua should be super nice. And as luck would have it, I had a buddy from high school that had moved out there to live the surf life. And I think he worked at the Hilton.

After work that night, I dialed the phone and heard someone pick up. "Josh, it's me, Dean," I said to the phone.

"Dean, what the fuck is up, dude? How have you been?" he shouted at me.

"Pretty good man. I'm headed your way for a wedding. Weren't you working at the Hilton in Wailua?"

"No, I wasn't but I actually just hired on there last week," he said sounding more like a kid at Christmas than a grown ass man.

"Very cool!" I said. "The wedding is going to be there. I'll look you up when I get in. We'll go surfing, it's been a while."

"Awesome, yeah look me up. When will you be here?"

"Two weeks, brother. And I have a favor to ask. But that can wait," I said. "See you in a couple weeks."

"Peace," he said and hung up.