[S2E1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lgdo0g/cockslut_s02e01/)
“Hey, I’m going down to that sandwich place a couple blocks over. Boss said to see if you wanted anything.”
It was the same day as the last episode, picking up right where we left off. I had just had an interesting, and even endearing, conversation with the boss. A few things were cleared up, including just why I not only was picked for this job, but why I still had it, and likely would keep it. I was uncomplicated and low-maintenance. I did a thing, he paid me for it, that was all, and he valued the simplicity of the arrangement. Really, it worked for both of us. I couldn’t see myself getting involved with a supervisor, not in that way. I could separate sex from love or emotions. On top of that, I had realized that while I could be physically attracted to a man, could have sex with one, I didn’t think I could be in a relationship with one. Again, they were different things, and I enjoyed one, and apparently not the other.
“The boss told you to ask?” Molly said, looking up from her desk, one eye cocked. “So you wouldn’t have asked me on your own?”
Oh god here we went. Molly had been cool toward me ever since the trip, when I found out just how she started working there. There had been no outward hostility, but we weren’t exactly friendly either.
“Molly I just…” I said, already becoming exasperated with her. I leaned my head down and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Do you want anything or not?”
“Why yes, thank you, I would,” Molly said, her voice suddenly overly cheery. I opened my eyes to look, but kept my head down at first. Why did everything have to be a game with this woman? “They have amazing roast beef, you should try it. I’ll take one, on rye. And a diet Dr Pepper.”
“Roast beef, rye, diet Dr Pepper. Got it. I’ll be back in a few.” I just wanted out of there for the moment, out of whatever game this might become. I turned and took a couple of steps when I heard her voice again.
“Hey, wait.” I stopped and turned, thinking she wanted to add a bag of chips or something. Molly waved me back to her desk, and spoke in a low voice. “What are you doing Friday night?”
My brows furrowed. “Nothing that I know of, why?”
Molly became the Cheshire cat. “I thought I’d come over.”
*****
The rest of the week was uneventful, at least for my new life. There was plenty of work, and plenty of sex with the boss. I was getting damned close to taking his whole cock in my mouth. Another week maybe. I learned that it helped a lot to have my head tilted back, to straighten my throat. It worked best if I was on my hands and knees with him knelt in front of me. Plus that made it easier for when he wanted me to turn around so he could fuck me.
Molly and I were office-polite during those days, although she was smiling when I gave her my address on Thursday. There was no other talk about that upcoming evening, and to be fair, I had no proof that she intended sex, even if that was the only reason we ever got together outside work. Still, just in case, when I got home on Friday, I showered and shaved and straightened up the place a little.
A little after seven I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find Molly, dressed casually: jeans, oversized sweatshirt, hair pulled up in a ponytail. She carried only a purse, and not a big one at that, certainly not large enough to carry the massive dildo the boss had given her, and that she often used on me. So sex was probably off the table for tonight, making her visit even more questionable.
“Youuuuuuu gonna invite me in?” she asked. “Or are we going to hang out at your front door?”
“Oh, right, sorry, come in.” I stepped back and shut the door behind her. “Do you want anything? Soda, beer…?”
“Just a soda, thanks,” Molly said, setting her purse down on my couch. “If I have one beer it’ll lead to a second, then a third, then… and I really don’t feel like getting drunk or even tipsy tonight.” Huh… well… tonight was going to be… fun…
I went to the fridge and grabbed a couple bottles. I handed her one as I walked past and took a seat at the other end of the couch. “So… TV? Netflix? Xbox?”
Molly didn’t respond at first as she stared at the bottle in her hand. “Diet Dr Pepper?” she asked, apparently a little taken aback.
I shrugged. “I was out of soda anyway.” She smiled at me, opened the bottle, took a sip, then set it down.
“Xbox,” she said, quickly avoiding the subject of the soda. “What do you have?”
So, as it turns out, Molly is a beast at fighting games. I put on Mortal Kombat (of course her favorite character was Mileena) and she absolutely kicked my ass. I mean, I’m pretty good, I think. I wouldn’t win any tournaments, and probably not any local competitions, but I’m not bad. Molly was… devastating, and had no problem holding that over me. The trash talk started before we were picking characters, and didn’t stop until the last game, by which point we were laughing, almost in tears, at just how soundly she’d beaten me.
“Alright,” Molly said, wiping her cheek, “I think I’m done trouncing on your corpse. I’ll leave you with at least a shred of dignity.”
“Hey now,” I protested. “I beat you too. Once… “
“On the third round and with a lucky jump,” Molly clarified.
“Still counts,” I grumbled.
“Oh don’t be a sore loser. You still get to give me my prize.”
“Prize?”
She said nothing, but gave me a grin so wide she started to remind me of her character. “What else do you have?” she asked, pushing up from the couch. I had a small shelf near the TV with a modest collection of games, which she started to go through. She flipped through several before finding one and swapping games. I was fairly confused when the title screen came up.
“Monster Hunter World? That’s a single-player. Or, well, online or single player. There’s no couch co-op.”
Molly had turned and was walking back to the couch, a sudden sway in her hips. “Oh, I know. I’m going to play, you’re going to give me my prize.” Stopping in front of the couch, she kicked out of her shoes, then began to unbutton her jeans. The denim slid down easily enough, revealing small white panties that looked like they had a thong back. Those came off next, and I saw that I wasn’t the only one who had prepped for the evening.
Bottomless, Molly plopped onto the couch. “Your turn,” she instructed. “But take everything off.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist, or even a particularly smart man, to figure out where this was going, which was lucky because I am neither. With a quick nod I got to work.
Normally on a Friday night I would have settled for a t-shirt and sweatpants, underwear optional. Knowing I was getting company, and unsure as to the possibility of sex, I dressed myself just a little better, keeping the t-shirt but trading the sweats for loose jeans. The shirt went first, pulled by the bottom, up and over in one motion, then tossed to one side of the couch. I hesitated then, my fingers on the button of my own jeans. Molly’s eyebrow went up in a questioning glance, and I knew she was wondering what the problem was. She’d seen it before, several times, so why hesitate now? Oh… she’d see.
With a breath, I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed the jeans down, immediately standing back up. Now both of her eyebrows were up. “Did the boss…?” she started to ask.
“Yeah. He saw something like them on that Mark guy and suggested I get them.” I now stood nude, save for a tiny pair of underwear, made from a piece of material just barely big enough to cover my junk, and string. These were a shimmery red, though I also had an emerald green and a deep blue. I’d picked a couple different styles as well, including thongs, but most were this smaller, more revealing style. The boss had approved, had even insisted that I let him keep the first pair he saw me in, after he’d finished taking them off me. Molly didn’t seem to mind them either. With an amused smirk, she began nodding.
“You know what? I like them. They’re cute… no. No not cute. They’re actually pretty sexy on you. Turn around?” She twirled her index finger in the air, and I turned, showing her my butt and how the string disappeared between the cheeks. “You know, I was going to tell you to get naked, but… keep them on, for now anyway.” I turned the rest of the way back to her and nodded.
“Alright, so… now what?”
Molly started to scoot her butt toward the front of the couch, until she was close to falling off. She spread her legs with a coy smile. “My prize, of course.” I nodded, knelt, and placed my hands on her thighs. She lifted her feet, putting them on the coffee table and leaning back. I leaned forward and down, about to kiss high on her inner thigh. “No,” she interrupted me. “Don’t tease. Not in the mood tonight. Just get right to it.”
“Alright…” I said with a nod before moving my mouth a little to the side, directly over her lips. I dove in, not hard, not fast, just casually licking and sucking. She was wet but only a little. I had only been with her like this once, and that time she was already ready to go, so I had no idea what to expect. Fortunately, it only took a minute or two of slow attention to get her flowing. I licked her lips, sucked them, rolled my tongue over her clit. Molly was mostly silent, and once I looked up to check on her, to make sure she was enjoying, but her eyes were focused on the TV while she played. This was all a power move: “Look, I can still play while you go down on me.” There were videos of this online, lots of them, although usually the other way around. Fine, this was a two-player game.
I first slipped one, then a second finger into her once I was sure she was wet enough. They slid in easily until I was knuckles-deep. I started slowly fingering, while still licking and sucking her clit, feeling it harden, just as a cock would.
Her orgasm wasn’t expected, not yet anyway. I hadn’t been on her long, hadn’t sped up or sucked especially hard, and yet Molly’s thighs gripped my head and her hips bucked up at my face. She flooded me with her cum and I licked up what I could.
“Shit…” she said, panting a little. “Just… go. Go into the bedroom, and take the underwear off. I’ll be in in a second.” I nodded and stood, and my cock tried to force its way out from behind its red pouch. “Nice…” she said.
I did as instructed, walking silently to my bedroom and stripping out of the tiny underwear. My semi bobbed about halfway up once freed, and I started stroking a little, trying to get all the way hard. Molly walked in on me, sooner than I had expected, now fully nude and again with an amused smirk. “Starting without me?” she teased.
“Getting ready for you,” I countered. “So, what, no massive dildo to fuck me with tonight?” I asked, gesturing to her bare pelvis and rather distinct lack of a strapon.
“Oh, no… that’s not what I’m in the mood for tonight…” she answered, a little evasively, as she stepped to the bed. I watched as she climbed on, staying on her knees, leaning forward, resting on her elbows. “You just gonna look, or do you want to fuck me?”
So, let me point out, that even taking the night in the hotel into account, I had never fucked Molly, technically. It was always her fucking me, even when I was inside her. Regardless of position, or who was in whom, Molly was the one doing the fucking. Until right now. It had been a while since I was the one doing the fucking, and not being fucked, and usually in my ass. Other than the one time with George, for the past several months, I was always on the receiving end of a cock. That said, it was pretty much like riding a bike: I wasn’t going to forget how.
My cock didn’t seem to forget either, as within seconds, still in my hand, it fully hardened. I crawled onto the bed and behind Molly, on my knees, hands on her hips for stability and to help line up. “CockSlut?” she whispered as she felt my touch.
“Hm?”
“Don’t be gentle.”
Something kind of took over, a primal need to have her, to fuck her. It was primitive and visceral and overpowering. I couldn’t resist it. I took a second to line up, the head of my cock sliding between her lips until it found its target. I rolled my hips forward and slid all the way in. Molly let out a low groan of satisfied pleasure, then leaned her head down, moving her arms out of the way, offering me her pussy. I accepted.
Don’t get me wrong, I was no stranger to sex with women. Up until now you’ve mostly read about sex with men, taking cocks in my mouth or my ass, and even when a woman was involved, it was her using a dildo on me. That’s just because this is the story of that part of my life, but before, I’d been with my share of women, including one or two who liked it rough. I had an idea of what I was doing.
As soon as she offered herself, my fingers dug in, gripping her tightly, holding her steady as my hips backed up. I waited until I was most of the way out, then stopped, holding still, letting her anticipate. I gave no warning when I slammed into her, but held tightly enough that she didn’t move, taking the full impact of my hips against her ass, and the full length of my cock in her pussy. My balls swung up and hit somewhere near her clit. Molly cried out, then moaned, then actually pushed her ass back against me, as if asking for more. I obliged.
Several times I pulled back and rammed her, each time causing a loud slapping sound to reverberate around the room, each time drawing a low moan from her lips. As fun as it was, though, it wasn’t what either of us actually wanted, and soon it was time to stop teasing. Holding tightly, I began to really fuck her, my cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. With each thrust, she seemed to try to grip me, to hold me inside her, but she was far too wet and slippery for that to work. Instead I rammed her over and over.
Without thinking, my hand came up, then crashed down on her ass cheek, spanking her hard enough to leave a mark. Molly gasped, then groaned loudly, a sound I took as encouragement. I spanked her again, then again, and I swear she started moving her ass along with me, mirroring my movements so that she slammed back against me each time I entered. I reached over her, past her shoulders, and gripped the base of her hair, pulling hard. She let out a kind of higher-pitched moan, just a loud noise of pleasure, and I could feel her body starting to tense. Her pussy spasmed around my cock and I knew what was coming.
Molly came all at once, with a loud cry and a spasmodic jerk of her body. Her pussy gripped my cock hard, to the point that movement wasn’t easy, and so I just stayed in her, still pulling her hair, as she shuddered and came. She collapsed forward, sliding off of me, and lay there for a second. Quickly, though, she was pushing herself up and turning around, still on hands and knees. Before I even realized, she had taken the head of my cock into her mouth, and her eyes flicked up to me, as if she was waiting.
Pretty sure what she wanted, but still deciding to test my theory first, I pushed forward, sliding my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Molly didn’t resist, not even as her nose touched my pelvis. I pulled back, until even the head came out. She kissed the tip, then opened her mouth wide. I pushed back in, then pulled out. Again she opened her mouth for me. I pushed in again, then pulled back, but this time, left the head in, and almost immediately reversed, sliding my cock all the way in. Molly wanted me to fuck her mouth.
I started a new rhythm, slower and not quite as intense as before. Her nose was there, and I didn’t want to crush it. Still there was no room to argue that I wasn’t fucking her mouth. I wasn’t gentle or easy, I didn’t take it slowly. My balls were hitting her chin and her nose was pressed into my bare skin. She started sucking and licking with each stroke, and brought a hand up to cup and roll my balls. I groaned like she had. It wouldn’t be long.
The hand playing with my balls suddenly slid backward, and a finger slipped into my ass. I moaned loudly and adjusted a little, leaning forward slightly, trying to give better access. I think she got a little deeper, and started pressing on my prostate. My orgasm was basically immediate. Shocked at the suddenness of it, and already most of the way out, I pulled back a little more until my cock popped from her mouth, right as the first globule of cum flew from my tip. It landed somewhere on her right cheek. The next hit her chin, then her forehead. After that I lost track, just allowing the orgasm to envelop me. When I came down, and finally looked at her, Molly’s face was a mess of sticky white goo, but she was clearly smiling from underneath it.
Molly removed her finger from me, using her hand to prop herself up again, then started licking up the cum she could get with her tongue, still smiling, even chuckling to herself. I was done for the moment, and crawled then flopped onto my back. I watched as she finished licking what she could, then started wiping up the rest and sucking it from her fingers, until she was perfectly clean. Once satisfied, Molly moved and lay next to me, on her side, facing me, though our bodies didn’t touch. We just lay there for a while, motionless, until I felt her fingers walk themselves over my thigh and then gently start to fun up and down the length of my spent cock.
“That was fun,” Molly mused after a minute.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But what was with that? I’m not complaining, just, usually you’re the one in charge.”
Molly considered for a moment. “I guess… It’s like that Marilyn Manson song? Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you. He just forgot the part that some of them want both.”
I nodded, getting her point. Molly was a kind of switch, usually wanting to be on top, but occasionally, as she said, wanting to get used. “Actually though, that wasn’t Manson. His version was a cover, and it’s originally by…”
She interrupted me. “I’m sorry, did you just ‘akshually’ me?” I stopped speaking and just looked at her, mouth still partly open. “I know he didn’t write it. Is that the point though; who wrote the song? Did I get my point across?”
I shut my mouth and nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes you want to use me, sometimes you want to be used by me.”
“Exactly,” Molly confirmed.
“How do I know the difference? Like when you want which?”
“Oh you’ll know. Well… except… you’re a guy. You don’t pick up on subtlety, do you? Not that I was subtle at-fucking-all tonight.” I agreed that she wasn’t. “Tell you what. We’ll make a rule. Whomever has the bigger cock gets to be in charge. If I don’t bring mine, well then yours is bigger and you can be in charge. If I bring mine, well… on your knees, baby.” I chuckled at that.
“Ok, fair enough. That’s a pretty… big sign I guess. Hard to miss, and all that. So like, does that mean we’re… I don’t know, there never was a ‘normal’ for us but… back to… whatever?”
Molly kind of sighed, but was still gently stroking her fingers over my cock, so wasn’t annoyed. “No, there’s no normal for us. Not yet anyway? That’s still something we have to figure out. But we’re not in…”
“Not in a relationship, I know, I get it. Friends with benefits at best, and really more like just two people who use each other to get their rocks off.”
“Y…yeah…” Molly agreed. “Or maybe friends with benefits, I dunno.” She wasn’t looking at me.
“Alright, that works,” I agreed. “But like, could you maybe be a little nicer to me at work? You’re like… total ice queen to me there.”
Molly smiled, but only a little. “I’ll see what I can do. It would look weird if I went from hating you to suddenly being nice.”
“Just tell them the boss said to be nicer to me. It’s… not far from the truth.”
She nodded. “Yeah, true. If anybody even says anything. But look, it stays professionally friendly at work, OK? Unlike the boss, I’m not willing to risk getting caught fucking you there, or even showing any kind of… uh… preference toward you or anything. OK? And you don’t do anything cute. The second you try to grab my boob at work, this ends.”
“I’m not going to grab your boob at work,” I confirmed. “Although now…” My hand slid across the sheets and pressed against her firm orb. The nipple was still a little stiff, and hardened more at my touch.
“Yeah…” Molly said, a little breathy. “Here is fine…”
We had sex again, this time slower, with me on top, Molly on her back, legs wrapped around me. It was sensual and hot and steamy but also calm, with no hurry for either of us to cum. Molly stayed the night, but left early the next morning. I offered her breakfast, or at least coffee, but she said she had to run, and that she’d see me Monday at work.
Later I decided to straighten up, picking up soda bottles and my discarded clothes from the night before. I found my jeans and shirt, but that pair of red underwear was nowhere to be seen. I did, however, find a white thong stuffed between the couch cushions.
~ Cockslut
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