The Hard Goodbye [FM] (cheating | non con | breeding)

*(This is a non-consent fantasy and nothing more. Keep it in your imagination, folks! That being said I hope you like it and if you do there may be more on the way.)*

It had been a long day, at the end of a long week, at the end of a long month. So I went a little crazy at the after-work party. Partly to let loose and blow off steam, but also because Ben was leaving. Ben was my all time favorite co-worker; we had little inside jokes, we always knew how to cheer each other up, and best of all he was under 50 (half of our department was not). Talking to Ben was honestly the best part of my day. But seeing him at the bar that night, I couldn’t bring myself to say any of that. Not without a few beers at least.

So I had a few, and then I had a few more. I might have overshot it a little. By the end of the night I was stumbling in my heels, after a couple close calls I decided to take them off and put them in my purse. I didn’t have any emergency flats but I was drunk enough not to care plus I at least had pantyhose on. Ben came up behind me and squeezed by, placing his hand on the small of my back. Gesturing to the bartender he sat at the stool beside me.

“Alright, one more,” he called out, “then I’m putting all you fuckers in the rear view.” Our team members laughed, most of them were just as toasted as I was. I don’t know what came over me but I leaned over the bar, with my hips jutting out in my black pencil skirt, and asked if Ben would buy me one too with a little pout for good measure. I was a little out of control. “Of course,” he responded, “but you’ll owe me.” I bit my lip and sat down, giddy that I still had it.

Ben was a few years younger than me, I was 34 and he was a wee babe of 26. And god was he a babe. Ben was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He had this gorgeous caramel skin, perfectly styled black curls, and these cute little round glasses. His eyebrows were dark and thick but well maintained. His jawline was chiseled out of granite. It was enough to make a girl forget she has a long-term girlfriend. Especially with him giving a lingering glance at my legs while he took a sip of his beer. I hadn’t felt wanted in so long. Better yet, Ben’s eyes slowly trailed up my body, eyeing my buttoned-down blouse and stopping at my eyes. God, he had such beautiful brown eyes.

He shot me a wink and broke the silence, “How are you feeling, work wife?”

“Sad!” I mockingly frowned, trying to cover up the fact that I wasn’t kidding. “I’m going to miss you, Ben.” I reached out and put my hand on his forearm, mostly innocently until I felt how jacked he was. “Don’t go!” I pleaded, pouting at him again.

“I would stay for you, but only for you,” he laughed. “But I need to move on. Don’t worry, I will never forget you,” he looked me in the eye while he put his hand over mine. In my drunken state, I felt overcome. I felt sad and happy and intensely horny. My girlfriend and I hadn’t had sex in months. Everything you’ve heard about lesbian bed death? 100% true. I missed the feeling of being touched, feeling his strong hand rest firmly against mine was all it took to push me over the edge.

“How about one more drink, back at mine?” The words came out of my mouth but I don’t remember consciously choosing to say them.

“Um, yeah. Yes,” he stumbled a little with excitement. Fuck, was I really doing this? Yes. Yes I was. I called an uber. He said his goodbyes to the others and we climbed into the back seat.

On the way to my place the lights of the city glided over his body as we passed by, illuminating his eyes every so often. He seemed miles away so I put my hand on his to bring him back. As he turned to me, back-lit by the glowing city lights, I could feel him hesitate for a moment before he surprised me. He leaned across the seat and kissed me, passionately, deeply. I hadn’t been kissed that way in so long, I started to melt into him. His touch was driving me crazy and his intensity… I squeezed my legs together, becoming increasingly aware of just how wet I was. Ben showed more restraint than I had though, he pulled back and held my hand for the rest of the way.

When we finally got to my apartment I fumbled with my keys while he pressed himself against me, I could feel his bulge against my ass as I rolled my hips into him a little. In turn, he kissed the back of my neck softly and whispered in my ear, “Take your time, I’ve got a great view back here.” As the tumbler engaged and the lock gave that satisfying click, his hands reluctantly migrated back off of my hips. I let him in and made a beeline for the kitchen. Leaning over the kitchen island to fetch a bottle of wine, I felt him come up behind me and place his hands firmly around my waist. I froze, lifting myself up on my tiptoes slowly as his hands sunk lower to my thighs.

I could feel him lifting my skirt up, up, up until my panty-clad ass was on full display. He squeezed my cheeks through the fabric and then I heard a *RIIIIP*. Ben was tearing my pantyhose open at the crotch. Fuck. This was really happening. I turned around quickly, my head swimming. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said. Yeah, great job diffusing the situation. My drunk mind didn’t even register the journey up the stairs and onto my bed, it was more of a flash forward. Suddenly I was lying on my back with my co-worker in between my legs, our tongues darting around in each other’s mouths.

His strong fingers pressed into the crotch of my panties, even though the cotton he could tell I was soaking, I’m sure. Without a second’s hesitation he pulled them to the side, exposing my dripping pussy to his hungry eyes. In a flash he had unbuckled his belt, pulled out his cock and positioned it at my opening. He was running the tip of it up and down my slit, grazing my clit each time. “Do you have a condom?” I managed to ask, reaching into the very last part of myself that was cautious.

“No,” he answered, dipping the tip of his cock inside me. Fuck. I was aching so much to be filled. Involuntarily, I pushed into him, allowing half of his gorgeous dick to slip inside of me. He took his cue and began to slowly pump his thick cock all the way in and all the way out of me. On every withdrawal I felt empty, clamoring for him to push back inside, snug against the deepest part of me. Every thrust was melting away at my inhibitions, I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me unprotected. The pressure of his dick pushing against my cervix was a little painful but something within me was driving me to keep up the rhythm. My hips were inviting him in deeper.

“You have to pull out okay? I’m not on birth control so you can’t cum inside me,” I told him, channeling my sober, responsible self. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he replied, grunting as he plunged into me again. As he continued to drive his dick into me I could feel him twitching. Every now and then he’d stop after a couple twitches and kiss me. Probably keeping himself from emptying his balls in me right then and there, which I appreciated. But the longer we went on the less he seemed to stop. His pace was building and his breathing was labored. Stopping for a moment, he ripped my blouse open, sending buttons sailing all over the room. Ben pulled my bra down and fondled my tits roughly. I could see the lust building in his dark eyes.

As he lifted my ankles over his shoulders and locked eyes with me he said, “Beg me not to.”

“What?” I asked, half laughing, thinking I must have misheard him.

“Beg me not to knock you up,” he repeated.

“I… Ben.”

“Beg,” he barked at me, picking up his pace while he held my wrists tight at my sides.

“Please, Ben, don’t cum in me,” I pleaded, my heart beating out of my chest, I choked on my words, “Please, pull out!” Wordlessly, he continued thrusting into me as hard as he could, at this angle he was absolutely pummeling my poor cervix with his cockhead. It hurt but I could feel my climax slowly building. His eyes still locked on mine, it seemed like he was still not satisfied.

“Why should I stop?” he asked. “Tell me”

“Ben,” I was having a hard time thinking with his long, hard dick pounding into me over and over. “Please, if you cum in me I’ll get pregnant.”

“You don’t want me to fill your little cunt to the brim?” he interrogated, “I think you want it deep down. I think you want me to breed your fertile little pussy.”

Say no. Say get off. Say anything. But I didn’t, I froze. I stared into his eyes with my mouth open while I came around his cock. And he stared back into my eyes while he buried his cock in me fully and erupted inside. Pulse after pulse, unblinkingly delivered straight into my womb. I was shaking and thrashing as he held my wrists and deposited everything he had into me. God he was so strong, I couldn’t do anything to stop him if I tried. And I did try. After he finished pumping me full of cum I tried to wriggle free but he flipped me over on my belly and pulled my arms behind my back.

With just one hand he restrained me by both wrists, driving his deflating cock back inside me from behind. If I wasn’t already wet enough, his cum dribbling out of me made it all to easy for him to keep fucking me. I tried to kick with my feet but I couldn’t get enough leverage. I could hear him chuckle a little as he continued slapping his pelvis against my ass. He used his free hand to pull my head back with a handful of hair. “You love this, don’t you, you little slut?” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as his dick started to twitch again. “Don’t fight it. I’m going to get that sweet little pussy pregnant,” he taunted me.

Then he shoved my face back down into my sheets and began to slap my ass brutally. Every smack stung so bad that I started to cry, my tears soaking immediately into my bedspread. This time I wasn’t going to freeze, I tried to pull my arms free but he used both hands to keep them tight behind my back. I called out, “Please, Ben! Please stop!”

As he pushed his full length into me I let out one last animalistic shriek and our bodies went still. Despite the volume of his first deposit, this one was heavy too. His thick ropes of cum coated my insides. My pussy and my mind were both flooded. I came once again, feeling his cock tense up while my cunt milked him against my wishes. Once every drop was coaxed out of him he let go of my arms, and I fell limp, heaving face down. I could see my makeup smeared onto the sheets along with my tears.

Ben climbed off of me and got dressed. As I laid still on the bed he walked over beside me and bent down, kissing me on the neck once more. “I’ll text you when I’m ready for round two,” he hissed, “And you’ll answer, right away.”

And I did.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jrrr3z/the_hard_goodbye_fm_cheating_non_con_breeding