[M]y coworker[F] caught her bf cheating and spent the weekend with me before leaving him. Part 5

We started on the trips to her place. I helped her quickly pack and load all of her things. It took a few trips, but we got everything. Luckily she told me none of the furniture was hers, he already had it when she moved in. But packing her clothes was fun. She tried on a few things for me, including a pair of big, black boots and leather jacket with nothing else on. I couldn’t control myself. I pounded her on the bed they had slept in until it was soaked and the room smelled of sex.

She slipped on a pair of black jeans and wore that the rest of the time we were moving.

We talked a lot about how she had been feeling about what he did, what she planned to do, and how she felt about our plan. I listened and questioned, and offered my view point. And we fucked again in the living room. It was angry sex. She was purely venting her anger on me with her body, knowing I could take it and ride it out. We both ended up with marks and bruises. My back was shredded from her nails and she had several sets of teeth marks and handprints.

We finally ended up back at my place, now full of boxes. Knowing we had to be up early, we went to bed. But sleep didn’t come for a while. We had to cum a couple of times first.

Knowing it was going to be an emotional, rough day for her, I decided to wake her up sweetly. Having the coffee pot going, I began massaging her from shoulders to feet. Finally petting her until she softly came, hands on my arms as she gripped them, urging me on. I intended to have a nice cup of coffee with her. But she pulled my mouth to hers, flipped me over, and told me she wanted me dripping out of her the rest of the day. It made her feel sexy and strong she said.

We had coffee and the text from her bf started coming in. She was originally supposed to get him from the airport. She told him she was having car trouble and told him he’d have to get a taxi. We got ready. Her boots and jacket came back. Now with black jeans, a plug I her, and a leather collar with studs and Kitten written on it. I was in my normal tac boots, black jeans, and dark button down with the sleeves rolled up. We rode to the apartment and waited.

We had agreed I would let them talk without butting in but she wouldn’t leave my sight. He had a temper that made her nervous in the current situation. When he got there we were leaning against the back of my truck talking. I could see the confusion and start of a angry tic in his face. I take it he had made some assumptions that her car wasn’t there. smiled at him as I reminded her to be confident and strong. We both watched him as he got his bags out and threw them on sidewalk.

She strode to him and started talking. Pulling out her phone. My hearing isn’t the best in the world. Where they were standing I couldn’t make out the words. But from our conversations I knew her roadmap for their talk. The sketchy behavior. His temper lately. He had never put his hands on her, but he was prone to shit fits and throwing things against walls. His refusal to communicate. The lack of interest he showed her. A last chance to confess. And throwing it in his face she knew. She had the pics from his phone in hers. And he would see our pics as she scrolled to them. Ending with she was done and her stuff was already gone. I could see the emotions on his face. The shame. The anger. The humiliation as he kept looking at me and her phone. Seeing the dates on the pics. The things we did in such a short time.

But when she said her final she was done, he could fuck off, the anger won. His face was red. His hand clenched into a fist as he took a step towards her. She backed up and my hand gripped her waist as I stepped in. I stared him in the eyes and asked her if she was ready to leave, turning so I was between them. He was pissed. But he wasn’t a fighter. I had 5 inches and probably 60 lbs on him. He stopped. I told him he might want to rethink what he was about to do. He fucked up. Stop being a bitch and live with his mistake and leave her out it.

“Fuck you.” He was glaring. But he wouldn’t step closer.
I arched my eyebrow. “Oh. She’s done that very well.” And testing him, I turned around. I picked her up, carried her to my truck, set her in the passenger seat, closed the door , and got in. We left him standing on the sidewalk. She vented for a while. And then told me to pull over. She told me to get.out and when I had gotten around the truck she had her pants pulled down, and told me I better fuck her hard after.pulling that barbarian shit at the end. I did.

We got back to my place. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to stay with me. She told me she did. We’d take it day by day in case this was just a rebound feeling.

Thank you all for reading this mini-series. As always, feedback is welcome and dms are open.

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