Fuck me for teasing you – I deserve it

I often think about what would happen if he found my Reddit account. After all the conversations we’ve had about how much I’m sexually harassed at work, how I confronted you after you laughed at my stories, the way we talked about gender equality… I wrote *this*???

Well, guess what, you fuckable face, you, I meant all of what I said, along with constantly teasing you and trying to sexually torture you. I don’t want to be sexually harassed by the 60-year-old man in scrubs who reeks of cigarettes. He repulses me.

But I DO want to be the ass you’re trying to not look at, the boobs and cleavage you resent yourself for viewing. I want to be the only girl on your mind. I want your sex with every other girl you have be infuriating because it still doesn’t scratch the itch I created.

You resent me, because you need to have me. You need to know how it feels to be inside me, how it feels to make me moan, what my moans sound like, how I writhe when you make me cum, screaming louder and louder… You need me.

Then you find my Reddit account, and you lose your shit. You know it’s you. I’ve said too many specific details for it to be anyone else. You KNOW it’s you, dummy. You fucking know.

So what happens now? Do you come into work when you know I’m just getting off? Find some excuse to pull me into a private room? You’re a security officer. You have keys for rooms people don’t even know about.

I imagine you ushering me into a darkened, windowless room, and as you close the door, ask me, “so….. what’s a sneeze personified?” My stomach drops to the floor as I realize you know everything. I’m shocked and afraid, frozen, unable to say a word. Even so, my clit starts pulsing, and my pussy suddenly feels wet.

So you take a step towards me. “What’s wrong,” you ask, “*now* you don’t have anything to say?”

“Lee, please -” I stumble back into an office chair, grab it, and roll it in front of me. My thong is completely wet by this point. Butterflies have taken ahold of my tummy now, and my gaping t-shirt shows you my boobs barely contained in a red bra.

“What the hell?!” you yell at me, while walking toward me as I back away. “All this time, all along, I was trying to respect you! I knew you were married, I knew nothing could happen between us, and I knew you hated being hit on! You were doing this to me on PURPOSE?? Do you know how much I’ve suffered because of you??”

I start blubbering, apologize over and over again, trying to explain myself. You rip the office chair from my hands, shoving it out of the way. We stand there, staring at each other, breathing heavily. I’m scared, trembling, drenched, desperate – and I don’t know what I fear more: being raped, or not being raped. Either way, my pussy is throbbing harder than ever before, and I just need a cock inside of me. Now.

I may write more later…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/btglqd/fuck_me_for_teasing_you_i_deserve_it