She was used to getting what she wanted… I had other plans [MF]

One of my contacts at work was a banker who had a huge crush on me. She would flirt with me relentlessly whenever I would pop into her branch to check in and often invited me to meet her for a drink after work. I accepted once in a while since she lived in my neighborhood about four blocks away, but I never let things go beyond a drink. She was attractive, but not normally my type. Dark hair, blue eyes, thick figure. I’m sure that I would have hooked up with her sooner had she not been a work contact, but as it turned out I was leaving my job and moving across the country in a few weeks for a new opportunity.

Over the course of my last month at work I went around to all my contacts and let them know I was heading out and introduced them to the person who would be taking over my territory. When I told the banker she was noticeably disappointed and later that night she texted me to say as much. I think she was drunk that night as the messages she was sending me were getting more and more inappropriate as time went on.

Over the course of the next few days she started to demand that I hang out with her again before I left town and I told her I’d find the time eventually. One night when she texted me she also sent me a close up photo of her giant breasts covered by some lacy lingerie with a request that I let her know if it were sexy or not. It was.

She sent me another photo with her arm covering her breasts and it was even more sexy. She was always flaunting her cleavage, but I had no idea. I got another photo of her ass in matching blue lingerie and then finally a shot of her exposed breasts with perfect brown nipples. I won’t pretend like I didn’t jerk off to them right then and there in between text messages back and forth.

She invited me over, but I wasn’t interested. I had too much to do and, again, she wasn’t my type — even if she had just gotten me really turned on. That went on for several more days as her text messages got more and more graphic. Finally, one morning, I woke up to see a dozen messages from her from the night before. She had been out drinking and really wanted my cock. Sleepy brain is about as helpful as drunk brain when it comes to horniness so I responded.

“Just saw your messages. If you want me to come over and eat your pussy let me know and I’ll be there in 15.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. But you have 5 minutes to decide if you want it or not. I have stuff to do today.”

“Can you come over in 30 minutes? I need to shower.”

“Nope. 15 min or nothing.”

“Okay, I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“Okay.”

I jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth, and walked over to her place. I let myself in and walked up to her room on the top floor. I could hear the shower running so I announced myself to make sure she knew I was there.

“I’ll be out in 5 minutes.”

“No, come out now.” There is a strange kind of power that a person has when they are about to have sex with someone that they aren’t interested in. I was wielding that power fully. If she didn’t do what I wanted, when I wanted, I was just going to leave. The best part, to me, was that she was not used to this kind of table turning. She was the boss at the bank. Incredibly intelligent and very well educated. Always ran the show when she was out and about. Had connections all over the city. She was a boss bitch and she was used to telling people what to do. Not me.

I heard the shower stop and her starting to towel off. She called out again that she would just be a minute and I told her again, “Now.” She walked out of her bathroom covered loosely by a long towel and she smiled at me timidly. I pointed at her bed and she walked over to it. “Lay down. I’m going to eat your pussy.”

She sat down, but didn’t lay back. She had a look of welcome shock on her face. I put my hands out and pulled her legs up and pushed them back toward her shoulders so that she was finally reclined on the bed the way I wanted. Her towel fell open and her freshly shaved pussy was finally exposed for me. I immediately dropped to my knees and started to lick her as I had promised. She grabbed my hair and called out my name as she moaned and whimpered.

I slipped two fingers inside her and began to massage her pussy as I gave her my best tongue service. In a minute or two she was cumming all over my beard and begging me to fuck her. When she stopped quivering and shaking, I stood up and she noticed the erection in my shorts.

“I can’t wait to see that cock.” She whispered in a sultry voice. “I’ve seen the bulge in your pants a hundred times and I fucking want it.”

“Too bad.” I said snidely, “I only came to eat your pussy.”

“What? You don’t want me to suck your cock?”

“Nope, I got what I came for.”

“You aren’t going to fuck me?”

“Nope, have a great day.”

I turned and walked out of her room as she tried to call me back. I splashed some water on my face and rinsed out my mouth in her kitchen sink, then walked out the door and locked it behind me. Made it home in a few minutes, had some breakfast, then went about my day like it hadn’t ever happened. She texted me thirty times in the next week or two begging me to come back over for more, but I was done and never replied. Never talked to her again.

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