Karen

It’s 7:54. 6 minutes before the end of your shift, the first day off in 8 straight days. Dead tired from this 12-hour shift you’re mindlessly approving your employee’s timecards on your computer. Each click reminding you of each second passing until you can finally relax.

“Hey John,” your radio buzzes.

*Dammit.*

“Yes?”

“There’s… uh… someone here who is upset about our mask policy. Could you please talk to her?”

*Another one.*

“Sure, direct her to my office.”

You close out of the last timecard and stand up, taking a deep breath to deal with another argument you’ve had 1,000 times during these past 8 days. You open the office door and there she is, like always, with that menacing scowl and stupid bob. The same dumb bob that reminds you of a bully from middle school whose parents couldn’t figure out how to get him a proper haircut.

“Hello, Ma’am. I’m John, the manager of this Kohl’s. What seems to be the issue today?”

*Blah blah blah*

“I’m terribly sorry about your inconvenience, but we need to follow corporate policy,” you say calmly, as you’ve had to do over and over and over again for months.

*BLAH BLAH BLAH*

That’s it. You’ve had enough.

“Ma’am, please step into my office and we can discuss this further.”

She agrees, walks in, and you shut the door. This is the final straw. You grab her arms and push her back against the door. Looking into her eyes you don’t see fear—but excitement.

You grab her waist and feel the fabric. In one strong pull you rip off her shirt, exposing surprisingly supple breasts.

In shock, her eyes show even more excitement. A glazed look almost, as she anticipates your next move.

You unhook her bra in one clean pull, letting her bosom relax in front of you. Without a second thought you grab her again and start sucking her nipples while she moans in pleasure.

“Turn around,” you say, but physically turn her before she can respond.

You have a slight disgust at the sight of her jeans but you don’t care. Pressing yourself against her you unhook the button and pull them down.

Wow, her body actually looks great. Who the hell dresses these people?

Your cock is rock hard at this point. A culmination of the past 8 days of stress and needing the release. You rip her panties in half in an almost caveman fashion. You lift up her rear and shove yourself deep inside her, feeling her body comply to your actions.

“You’re a bitch, Karen. And I don’t give a damn what you think.”

She moans in orgasmic pleasure while you take control of her. Thrusting deeper and deeper, unleashing all of that pent-up frustration. She, too, feels a wave of relief she never felt. All of her own pent up frustration dissipates as she feels you deep inside her, swelling up.

“Turn around,” you command. “Get on your knees.”

She complies, so caught up in the moment. So caught up in your aggression—your passion.

You look at her below you, that goofy bob still pissing you off, and you ejaculate. Covering her face in cum. Some of it even landing in her hair, some of it landing on her chest. Watching little bits pool at the edge of her nipples.

She looks up at you, on her knees, mouth open, eyes fuller than you’ve ever seen before.

“And that, Karen, is why you have to wear a mask.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iald29/karen