My chest was heavy as I got home from work. How would I be able to look you in the eyes and tell you what I did? That I let him fuck me…That I liked it. As soon as I walked through the door you greeted me warmly and my stomach turned. I couldn’t get it out of my head. The guilt, the arousal. It was a war. You asked me how my day was and I smiled back at you, telling you that it was fine. We sat on the couch and you could tell something was weighing on me. You asked what was wrong and I sighed, my eyes starting to well a little.
“I saw my ex today”. I breathed. Your eyebrows raised “oh?”
“He just came in to work to talk. I told him I had nothing to say to him but the way he looked at me- I took him into my office.” I waved my hand as of to dismiss what happened. “I’m sorry.”
You’re just sat next to me, unsure of what to even say. A few minutes pass before you ask me to tell you everything. Reluctantly I tell you that he apologised for how things ended. He told me he still thought about me all of the time, thought about what I was doing, what I was wearing… how I looked under the dress I was wearing.
I paused and bit my lip hesitantly. “Go on.” you told me. I described how my mind went fuzzy as he came closer to me. How good he smelt and how I just wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I notice my panties were getting a little wet as I thought about it, although I tried to hide my arousal from you. “He pulled me in by my waist and started to make out with me. I resisted at first but eventually I caved”. I tried to cut the story short there. “Don’t make me go into any more details please” I begged, a mixture of getting too horny to cope and not wanting to hurt you.
You just tell me to continue again and I close my legs tighter, making sure you can’t see my soaking panties. I told you about how he kissed my neck, picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him and pinned me against the wall. He was wearing a suit and looked so good. I missed him. I missed how he felt inside of me. Before I knew it his belt was undone and he was sliding his hard cock into my dripping pussy.
I stopped talking again and shuffled in my seat, biting my lip again to try and hide how I was feeling. You started running a hand up my thigh, reaching my panties. For a second I though you were about to check them but you just stroked my leg. “Go on.”
I talked about how good it felt to be filled with his cock, fucked against the wall, trying to hide out moans from my coworkers but not being able to. Making out harshly, the hair pulling, the grabbing, the hitting of my g spot.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked accusingly, snapping me out of my trance. I was confused but looked down to find I was touching myself. Masturbating to the thought of what happened at lunch.
“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry” I mumbled, moving my hands away from my pussy. You eyed me for a few moments, deciding what to do with me.
Finally you open your mouth. “I’ll show you sorry.”
You picked me up and turned me round, forcing my face into the couch as you ripped my nylons off and pushed my skirt up to my waist. You were rock hard and shoved your cock into me harshly. Your hand pushing my head further into the couch as you fucked me. “Is this what you want you whore?” You asked, spanking me harshly. “Did he fuck you like I do?”
You were so rough with me I didn’t know if I could take anymore. I could barely even moan due to how hard you fucked me. How good it felt. How you satisfied every desire. You grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to meet you as you leant down, whispering in my ear “does he make you cum like I do?” Pounding my little pussy like crazy. I screamed your name as I reached orgasm, but you kept going, prolonging it, torturing me with pleasure.
You pull out and turn me back around, shoving me to my knees before you finish on my face, calling me a dirty cum slut as you do. You order me to lick all of it clean and to pack my things. Until the next time you want to use me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mu0mcm/i_told_you_about_what_i_did_with_my_ex_and_you