A Tale From My Hussy Days [5]-Helping a Friend [MF]

*Long post, because that’s how I like it.*

*This happened in my 20’s during a time that I lovingly call My Hussy Days.*

*I always believed that helping a friend in need made you a true friend in deed. I also believed in not shitting where you eat, but sometimes I had to prioritize.*

There was this guy *(we’ll call him Kent)* that I worked with for a number of years. Kent was a lanky, blond white guy, who was a little nerdy and a lot ornery, but once he was comfortable with you he showed more of his sweet and goofy side.

We started our jobs around the same time, so we ended up helping each other through training and early parts of our careers. During this time, he never once came onto me or even so much as checked me out, which made me trust him more than other coworkers.

Emotionally, we were in different places. He was in a hurry to get married, become a father, and be a committed family man. I, however, was more interested in exploring…other things.

About a year into our friendship, he introduced me to his fiancée/high school gf. I cringed, because a hussy can spot another hussy. I gave him a polite, friendly warning, but he laughed and went ahead with his plan. They married and had a son.

Three years into our friendship and he was going through a gut wrenching divorce that left him depressed and devastated. It broke my heart to see him so crushed.

After the divorce was finalized, I pestered him to come out and have a few drinks with friends. I promised to drive, so he could drink as much as he wanted and if he hated it then I would drop everything and drive him home. His wife had the kid that weekend, so he reluctantly agreed.

An hour later, the outing hadn’t gone well, so we’re on the drive back to his house and Kent looked more depressed than ever. He asked me to hang out with him for a bit, because he didn’t want to be alone. I agreed.

Kent made tea and we sat at his dining table. I got about 2 sips in before he broke down. I froze at first, then stood behind him and hugged him. Kent calmed down and seemed relieved, so I rubbed and patted his shoulders telling him that the worst was over and now he can focus on his future. He had good friends and family that sort of thing.

I missed when the mood changed.

Before I pulled away with a parting pat on his shoulder, he grabbed my hand and looked at me like he never had before. It was a look that bypassed my brain and spoke directly to my pussy. The look said he wasn’t the nerdy, ornery dude I work with, but the man that was going to fuck me…hard.

I froze and went into what I can only describe as a submissive daze. Typically, it took me a little bit of convincing to get into a sub state of mind, but he did it with a firm hand and a stare. I yielded, without even so much as a skeptical eyebrow raise. I asked him if there was anything I could do to make him feel better or was there anything that he wanted to do to me to make him feel better.

Kent told me to straddle him and I did. His hand was on the back of my neck pulling me into a rough and probing kiss. His other hand went up my skirt, grabbed my ass and pulled me into an intense grind on his already hard cock. My body fell into line with the aggressive pace and rhythm he set. His mouth and tongue never let up and before long I was making soft noises of pleasure. With only thin fabrics separating his cock from my pussy, the friction and the feel of his rigid cock drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

My pussy was already aching and wet when he grabbed me by the forearm and pushed me down between his legs. He took his cock out with his other hand and my mouth flooded with saliva. It was a beauty and I had no idea that this gorgeous rod had been so close to me for so many years. With a hand on the back on my neck, Kent pulled me into him.

Once my lips closed on the tip of his cock in a wet greeting, all I wanted or needed was to suck the misery out of him through his dick. My tongue swirled around his tip, leaving a generous deposit of saliva behind. He grunted in frustration and his hand tugged me closer.

I took the direction and consumed his cock in one smooth motion until I felt him deep in my throat. Kent’s breath caught and I sucked him hard and slow on my way back up. His thighs tensed under my hands and I sunk deeper into my desire to bring him some happiness. Kent was moaning and pushing his cock into my mouth all the while his hand never left the back of my neck. My attention narrowed to his every quiver and sigh of pleasure.

Without warning, he yanked me off of him. Then jerked my top off over my head and leered at my bare tits. It made me bashful and I covered myself, but he jerked my hand down. He kept one hand on the back of my neck while he kissed me so hard that I thought my lips would be bruised. His other hand squeezed and toyed with my nipples until I squirmed.

Kent slid his hand down my belly and into my panties. When his fingers found how wet my pussy was, I cringed in embarrassment, but that disappeared the second his fingers pushed deep into my cunt and I came. It was loud and shameless.

He kept fingering me just as hard as he was kissing me. I tried to resist coming as much as I could, but my pussy trembled and clenched around his fingers as he dragged another orgasm out of me. Kent pulled his slick fingers out of me and ran them up my abdomen, leaving a trail of my juices on my skin. He told me to get naked and lay down.

Before my back and bare ass could acclimate to the cold linoleum floor, Kent was naked and shoving my legs open. His first thrust was angry and made me draw back with the shock and pain of it. I pushed away out of instinct, but he wrapped his left arm around the back of my neck and used his weight and right hand on my knee to keep my legs stretched wide.

Kent rammed his cock into me a few more times and I grunted and whimpered into his ear. He eased up, but I wrapped my arms around him and told him what I told all my friends “I got you, Homie.” After that, he delivered the most rage fueled fuck, I’d ever experienced.

Each thrust hurt, but dissipated in a rush of relief and pleasure. My pussy got wetter and more accepting of his merciless pounding. With the first clenches and pulses of an orgasm, my whimpers of shock and pain faded to enthusiastic and encouraging moans.

I begged Kent to cum inside me. When I came, my pussy clamped onto his cock and he flooded my insides with his hot cum. We slumped into each other and our heavy breathing filled my ears. He stayed in me and slowly pumped his cock in and out until he was empty.

Kent rolled off of me and we stared at each other. There was no awkwardness or anything. I couldn’t help but say, “You know you could have just asked to fuck me, you didn’t have to go and get married, have a kid, then get divorced.” He rolled his eyes with his sly smile that I was happy to see again. And I said, “By the way, I told you she was a hussy.” Then we were both laughing and making fun of each other’s sex noises. I ended up staying with him the whole weekend.

On Monday, Kent walked into work whistling, which raised a few eyebrows. I told myself, no one suspected a thing, but another girl nudged me and thanked me for taking one for the team.

Other than a few knowing glances and occasional devious grins from Kent, we were back like old times working side by side with just a few extra inside jokes.

*If you hung in this far, I appreciate you taking the time to read my story and reliving it with me.*

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