**Excerpt From The Cougar’s Escape**
**Raven Black**
I drop another one of my picture frames into the large cardboard box my boss gave me. It crashes into a heavy paper weight shaped like an orange loveable fat cat. Probably just broke that, I think. My swivel chair swivels as I drop more loose papers into the box that sits in it. I make a face and smile.
Who gives a fuck if they break?
I pick up the box and set it on the floor at the end of my desk. A cursory look around my desk shows several eyes stealing glances my way over the blend of gray cubicle walls. The eyes snap down at nothing when I catch them gazing too long. I smirk as I stare down at my desk. Pictures of family and friends cover it. There’s a jar of nick knacks, small candy jar, and too many other pieces of crap that every middle aged secretary clutter their desk with.
A devious smile grows across my full lips as I tuck a strand of my brown hair behind my ear. I go to the opposite end of the desk from the box and flatten my forearm to the table. With one swoop of my arm I knock everything on my desk off it. My keyboard and mouse catch from the wires that attach to the computer tower and jerk the monitor to the side. The sound of glass breaking and clutter pounding the ground cuts through the afternoon office feng shui. I stand back and giggle to myself. Most of it makes it into my cardboard box… well, some of it does. I feel the heat of eyes burning my neck and cheeks before I even look up. All eyes are on me and I revel in the uncomfortable stares.
Oh, look, fat Debra is finally cracking, I know they are thinking it. Comes into work 3 hours late, dressed like a slut, quits her job, and now she’s destroying the place.
All of their thoughts are true. I’m sure some of them want to ask me questions or call me out for acting like a lunatic, but after spending so many years here being quiet as a mouse, no one dares to approach me today. Not even my ‘friends.’
It is true though. I look like a slut. This morning I took my time putting on makeup, lightly, nothing over bearing. My nails are trim and the color of a deep red. The short black dress I wear emphasizes my curves, even the slight pudge of my stomach, though no one could notice as they stare at the long line of cleavage that is exposing from my massive breasts. Plump and pale and pressed high from my tight top, my tits are ripe for the plucking. And my skirt is barely long enough to cover my round ass cheeks. I cover the paleness of my thick thighs by wearing black fishnet leggings.
But none of these eyes that stare me down now are who I dress up for, these eyes make me sweat and send color to my cheeks. My heart flutters as dozens of eyes, male and female, stare at me as I look like a harlot. Their imaginations busy insulting or molesting me.
Over the cubicles and the eyes I see my target, oblivious as usual, to the world as he entered the bathroom on the other side of the large office floor. Eyes fall back to their work and murmurs rise around me as I walk around the room. My hair trailing behind as I come to the bathroom. My heart pumping as I shiver. My hands clammy. I look around the room and see no one is watching but have second thoughts.
Think this through you stupid bitch. Did you think about the possible consequences?
The truth is I haven’t. I know it’s a childish way of thinking but I am trying to ride this high john left me with since Sunday morning. When I was with him I felt invincible. Like he was a shield protecting me from all the bad in this world. But the shield faded quickly as I drove away from John after dropping him off. And my the time I neared Mom’s house my clammy palms trembled like a child rather than the woman I am. I looked at myself- no underwear, no bra. My skirt and blouse were stained and torn. I almost left.
Coward away to hide myself as the old Debra would. But the I remembered something John had said. ‘You’re not strong when you want to be, but you are when you need to be,’ he said. That got me out of the car. When I went inside their house, yesterday morning, Mom and Dad were gathering their things before church.
“Good lord,” my Mom covered her mouth. “What on earth happened to you?”
I stood there for a long moment. Thinking of the speeches I planned. The one lines I told john I’d say to my mother, but in her presence I shrunk once again. Thinking of how my family would act if I blew up on her.
“Debra!” My mother snapped. “Close up your shirt before someone sees you. I can see your stretch marks.”
And at that. “Fuck you, Mom,” I said. My mother’s mouth sprang open in shock. “You know, you’re a real bitch, right?” I turned and left the house with the same smirk I wear now.
Staring at the bathroom door I take a deep breath thinking of all the possible regrets to come from today and smile. Then I open the bathroom door and follow Matt inside.
I open the door and see Matt shaking his penis as he finishes pissing into the urinal. He jumps and pulls on his pants when the door shuts and sees he’s not alone. His boyish features apparent. He is the college intern here for a year now and subject to all my fantasies. Matt is cute, not hot. He is chubby, not fat. He is funny, and not an asshole. And most importantly to this middle age slut, he was young, but not illegal. I smirk, my hand already caressing my plump breasts as I stare him down.
“Hi Matt…” I say biting my lip as I block the exit. He jolts out of his daydream as he pushes his back against the wall. Panic is across his face. He looks around, deciding if he screwed up and is in the women’s room. I giggle to myself at this as there are no individual bathrooms on this floor, only this single occupant bathroom with a single toilet, a 5 foot divider wall with a single urinal. My female coworkers and I always joke that there was some law being violated by not giving us women our own bathroom, but none of us ever press the issue.
“Hi…” Matt swallows. “…Debra…” I see him noticing what I’m wearing for the first time as well. “What’s up…”
I feel the panic swirling in my stomach like a tornado. The same panic from the rest stop, the same panic from the car ride.
Debra… what the fuck are you doing?
“Nothing,” I say casually looking around the bathroom as if studying the architecture. “It’s my last day today. Did you know that?” I take a step towards the young boy who’s back is still flattened against the wall.
“N-no,” Matt clears his throat looking up at the ceiling. As if looking at how skanky I am dressed would be shameful. “Diiidn’t know that. What happened?”
My right fingers traces my neck line dragging down my breasts till I pull on the fabric and almost let my boob fall out, then smile and rub back up to my neck and repeat. I step slowly and playfully toward Matt. “Just… time to try something new,” I smile. I feel my hand tremble in nervousness and my thighs jitter with anticipation.
I look at the small sink to my left and catch a glance of myself in the mirror. The image is thicker, as always, than I want to be, but in the fleeting seconds of the glance I notice something. It isn’t the slight blushing of my cheeks or the natural, curves of my heavy breasts begging to be released. It isn’t a thousand different things about this morning that everyone else will notice different about me.
What’s different? It’s like I’m taller.
“Oh…” Matt says wide eyed. “Everyone likes new things.”
My eyes return to Matt as they follow the crevasses in the white tile along the wall, bouncing over a couple corporate inspirational bullshit posters hung over the toilet. My heart skips as something in the look the young man across from me gives, flashes my mind back to the rest stop 24 hours earlier. To John slamming me into the bathroom sink, my shirt ripping open, the excitement, the need.
“Some people like old things,” I say hesitantly, testing the waters with a coy smile.
Matt has been the college intern for some time. He often ran out of things to do so everyone sends him to the secretary. Hours a day, he sits behind me. We joke and tease another, sometimes talking about his girlfriend woes or lack thereof. He is a good boy. The kind that every beautiful girl befriends but never fucks.
I feel panic boiling over in the awkward seconds that seem endless. The space between us seems to grow with every passing moment.
Just fucking leave! Say you’re sorry and go back to work. Apologize to your boss, get your old job back-
My fingers become fidgety. I’m dangerously close to running out the door when I notice movement in my vision. I see his cock move through his unzipped pants and he watches the gaze of my eyes. He quickly finishes zipping his pants, but I have enough for my attack.
I move forward with a purpose before my brain can catch up to my actions. My arms wrap around his tall shoulders as my lips press on his. I feel the stiff shock in his body and lips as I push my tongue inside his mouth. My hands mess inside his sandy brown hair. My left thigh lifts and wraps around his hips as I grind on his hard on. I’m like a pubescent high school girl, panting and groaning at the slightest contact. Ready to cum at a moment’s notice. I feel his lips relax as he begins to kiss me back his tongue intertwining with mine. I grab his hand and place it on the meat of my thigh wrapped around his hips. He squeezes and I feel my pussy pulse to his grinds.
For months, in the dark secrecy of my bed before the twilight of sleep, I’d lay awake outlining my pussy lips and clitoris thinking of Matt. In my fantasies he’d dominate me into submission. I’d protest, like a good middle aged proper lady, but his attack would overcome me. He’d slam me into the wall and fuck me 6 ways from Sunday and leave me in a pile of sweat and sperm.
I knew in my mind how degrading and inappropriate my fantasies were, but what good were fantasies if they were appropriate?
I grab his hand, again, and slide it higher. I feel his fingers digging into my skin just below my ass on my thigh… inches from my dripping pussy lips. The way he squeezes my bottom pulls my lips apart and makes me shutter on him. My fingers sliding up his neck into his hair as I have to break the kiss because I’m starting to pant too hard already. I see the look in his eyes like a frozen puppy dog as the heat floods my face. My clit finds the hard bulge of his cock through his pants as I bite my lower lip. My eyes dancing over his as I circle my hips on his.
My fingers clawing down his light color polo shirt, they wrap around his belt as he stands still and lets me do my work. His belt opens as his pants, drops to the floor. I guide him to the floor so he sits leaning with his back partially against the wall and I hear a sound of a partial word come from Matt’s mouth before he stops himself. My hands already sliding his boxers free so that they and his pants only hang from one leg. I stand and straddle his hips as I hike up my loose black skirt and squat to his lap, slowly moving my exposed and recently shaved pussy lips pass his face like a stripper. I smell how wet and horny I am, so I know he does too as I lower to his lap. I watch the way he looks at my leggings and pussy. Matt stares at my cleavage, and in that moment I feel wanted and sexier than ever before in my life.
My hand reverse grips his hard cock as I begin to stroke him harder and harder. Matt’s hands finds my ass on his own as I feel him flex in my grip with every pump. His fingers outlining the grooves of my leg stockings. I feel his pre-cum coating the base of my palm as I bite my lip. My face and tits hanging over Matt, I lower slowly on him. I flick my long brown hair to one side as I stare at the head of his cock pressing between my tender, moist, pussy lips. I bite harder on my lip as my eye brows raise and crumble from his feel.
Matt groans a soft moan as my hot pussy swallows him, “ohhm.”
I gasp as I sit all the way down and feel this boy inside me, “yessss…” I coo.
My eyes close as I focus on breathing my ass raises and falls on his hard cock. I feel him push inside my pussy and my lips swallow him. My hands move from the tile above Matt’s head to his shoulders. A tight pinch of my ass makes me open my eyes and grin a devious smile as I look down on him. His hands working my ass as it lifts and falls on his lap. My hair hanging to the side of his face as I lower my lips to his. My silver hoop earrings bounce against my neck as I fuck this young stud between my thighs. I make high pitched and muffled moans as my tongue laps the roof of his mouth and I feel his tongue lap mine. The heat starts to form at my brow as I bounce harder on his shaft.
I pull from the kiss and lean back a little as his cock slams inside my hole. The collar of Matt’s shirt becomes my tether as I intertwine my fist in it, fucking him harder. My fat tits unrestrained in my black dress bounce hazardously with every hard sit. Matt’s hand finds my left breast and squeezes it hard, mushing it against my chest.
“Oohhhh G-” I moan and quickly cover my lips with a hand as I hear the loud echo in the bathroom. “Mm.”
My other hand smacks on top of his, permissing him to squeeze harder, to find my hard nipple through my top, and he does. Panting, I sit on his cock deeper, grinding back and forth as I open my mouth and gasp uncontrollably.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” I whisper to myself. My hips aggressively grinding on his big, fat fucking cock.
The bathroom fills with fleeting moans, echoes, and whimpers. With the nearest cubicle only a few yards away, prying ears have definitely become wise to what is happening behind this unlocked door. My pussy squeezes down on his flexing shaft as I feel him stuff inside me with every thrust of my hips. I watch Matt bite his lip hard as I ride him.
“Oh god,” I spit out. Never wanting him to stop. Like an itch you can’t stop scratching. I breathe heavy as he twists my nipples through my dress. My hand slaps down and grabs the toilet seat beside us for balance as I ride him faster and faster.
“Oh Matt…” I cry as quietly as possible.
“Jesus,” he says. “You need to-”
“Fuck me,” I pant holding my other hand over my mouth. “Oh god- fuck me deeper.”
My pussy pulsating on his cock. The slushing of my juices pooling on his shaft with every hard thrust.
“Jesus-” Matt grunted silently. His body flexes and his pinch around my nipple becomes a clamp that nearly sends me over the edge. I feel him stiffen his cock so it’s buried inside my wet twat.
“I’m gunna-” Matt starts.
“Ohhhhh,” I shiver feeling him so hard inside me. At the last second, I feel Matt flex and I raise up as he cums on my ass cheeks.”Mmmm… Mmmmmm…” I dig my teeth into my lip as I palm his limp cock.
After a pause of stillness Matt says, “sorry, I-”
I cut him off as I hold a finger to his lips silencing him. Looking down on him I say like a teacher instructing her pupil, “never apologize for cumming…” I lift my hips and I lower myself between his legs so the my mouth hangs over his wet limp cock. “…but never stop her from getting hers.”
A wicked grin comes over my lips as I lick the shaft of his cock, tasting my juices and his. My tongue teasing his head, I wrap my lips around his lifeless cock. Like a personal maid, I clean every inch of his shaft and balls with my lips and tongue it for minutes on end. I groan with my lips around him until I feel it move. Then stiffen some.
I wrap my right hand around the shaft and start pumping. Instantly, feeling him flex and grow in my grip. My left dips two fingers into my spread pussy while I lay on my side. As my mouth opens and closes around the pink bulb of his hard cock, my eyes flick up to Matt’s face. I taste the spice of his skin, rolling my tongue under the head of his cock and my lips slides farther down his shaft. His palms flat against the white tiled floor, my lips go most the way down his shaft before I notice my gag reflex and retreat to the head.
My lips circle the head of his cock polishing it with wet pressure as he makes silent groans to himself. The tip of my tongue slides along the base of his pole, stopping on his urethra, circling and poking at it. My right hand pumps harder now on his shaft as I notice a slight echo in the bathroom. At first thinking it is Matt’s moan, before realizing it is mine.
“Oh god, Debra,” Matt whispers in a pant.
My pussy lips drip down my thigh as my fingers circle my clit over and over. My stomach rises and falls as my breathing becomes labored. My cheeks are flushed when I pull back on my hood and feel my clit bulge. I rub down my swollen pussy lips dipping two fingers inside my snatch and groan like a whore sucking his cock.
Licking down the base of his shaft, I pop his left ball in my mouth, rolling it on my tongue before switching to his right. When my lips return to his hard young shaft, I suck with eagerness. My mouth salivates as I force my lips farther and farther down his dick, feeling him flex on my tongue. My eyes watering some the deeper I go.
“Mmmm Mmmmmm!” I moan on his hard cock.
One leg hanging in the air, my thighs wide, and my hand is making fast wet circles on my pussy lips. I prepare myself, relaxing my tongue, and holding my before flexing my lips tight around this boy’s cock and working my lips lower and lower down his member until my lips are buried in his trimmed pubic hair. I feel his dick press against the roof of my mouth pass my gag reflex and hold. Matt groans and I grab his hand and bring it to the back of my head, holding my brown hair as I feel my eyes water.
Mmm… God, cum in my mouth!
I release, pulling from his cock and Matt’s hand springs free instantly as a string of saliva hangs between his head and my lips.
“So fucking-” I start to say before pushing my lips back on his cock. My face pumping faster on his shaft. My hips raise and lower on their own. Between my muffled moans and his, the only sound left in the bathroom was the wet sound of my palm grinding fast on my clit.
Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m- I’m so close!
“Mmmmm! Oh gah!” I scream breaking my lips free from his cock momentarily to breathe before forcing my lips back down his shaft. My fishnet covered thighs clamp shut on my palm as I still plunge a finger inside my gushing twat. My hips rocking violently on the tile floor as I cum. “Mmm! Mmm!”
Oh my fucking god! Yes, yes!
Matts cock still flexed in my mouth. My mouth full of saliva as I face fuck him, not stopping. My lips squeezing his shaft hard as I breathe intermittently wanting his cum so badly.
“Oh Debra-” the intern says. “Cumming- I-”
I feel his hands encase the back of my head as I slide down as far as I can. My hand grips tightly around my fat breast, choking it as I suck him. Sucking my lips in around his shaft I feel his cock flex and tighten as he slings a rope of warm cum on the back of my tongue.
Yes- yes! Let me taste you!
“Mmmmmmm….” I groan on his cock. My tongue dancing around the head, lapping at his urethra as his final flexes end.
Massaging his cock to rest, my lips stay around him till he is fully limp.
Sitting back, I lick my lips and straighten myself. My new black dress is stretched around the skirt and bosom area, but I can live with that. There’s a small puddle on the floor where I came and I giggle as I step around it. Matt stood struggling some to put his pants back on as he tried to think of something to say.
I look in the mirror and see myself. Debra Howard. My makeup is mostly intact. My skin is flush and hair is a mess. I lean over the sink and see what I was missing.
My shoulders.
My shoulders are the same but different. They stand tall and rolled back. My back is straight and my head is forward instead of buried in the ground.
I am a slut. And proud of it. I give myself a devilish smile in the mirror as I run my fingers through my hair.
“Thanks, er-” Matt says zipping up. “I didn’t know that- you are- I like-”
I walk over to Matt and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks, too.” I smile. “It was nice working with you. Take care.”
And with that I walk out of the bathroom and grab my box of things at the back of the office. Eyes are staring at me. People are whispering about me. Judgement. Jokes. Belittlement. I walk by the cubicles looking down on everyone with my shoulders back and back straight.
I give Matt a wink as I walk by him leaving the bathroom. I push the door open leaving my old life behind and walking into my new one.
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