u/StrikingEconomist753 and I couldn’t help but do it again! Enjoy our feral collaboration because we certainly did!
“Hey, are we still on to meet for lunch today?”
“Oh…right. Yeah, I guess…”
I frown, turning to look at my girlfriend as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup. She sounds distracted, and something is telling me it’s more than just the eyeliner.
“Hey… you ok?”
She glances over at me, sighing.
“You know last night, when we…?”
“Yeah…?” I smile, remembering fondly the way she had come up to me as I was getting ready for bed, how she’d whispered in my ear:
“I’m going to be waiting for you.”
I’d entered the bedroom to find her bent over the bed, ass in the air, wearing nothing but a thin negligee that barely came down over the top of her perfect butt. She’d glanced my way, biting her lower lip and looking almost nervous as I stepped closer.
“Oh… oh dear,” she’d said. “You seem to have caught me in a compromising position…”
“Oh, sorry– I thought you were ready… should I come back?”
There was a slight pause as she blinked at me a few times.
“No, it’s fine, baby. I just… I just hope no one takes me while I’m all bent over like this…”
“No worries. The only way I’m going to take you is to take you in my arms!”
I’d gone over to hug her, pulling her close to me, running my fingers through her hair. I could feel she was tense all over, so I started to massage her shoulders as she sighed.
“You– you just don’t get it, do you?” She’d said, sounding disappointed.
“Don’t get what?”
She’d sighed again, a big heaving sigh that ended with her turning away, curling up under the covers and refusing to say anything more until I’d turned out the light, still confused.
And now this morning she feels distant, like there’s something unsaid between us. I’m not sure what was going on, but I hope that by lunchtime she’ll be willing to talk. As I’m about to walk out the door though, she calls out to me.
“Rob?”
“Yeah?” I turn to see her looking at me intently, chewing her lip in thought.
“Sometimes… sometimes you’re too nice, you know?
“Too… nice?”
“Yeah. I mean, when a woman tells you she’s going to be waiting for you in bed and you walk in and she’s bent over the mattress, it’s not because she wants a hug, ok? It’s…it’s not by accident.”
“But…wait. What?”
“Urghhhh!” Elaine was clearly in quite a state. My beautiful girlfriend was replaced by someone I didn’t recognize for a moment. Her frustration was evident as she flung her hands to her side and pulled at her hair. “You just don’t get it! I don’t know why I bother to share anything with you.”
“But honey, you’re missing the point. If you don’t tell me, how will I know what’s wrong?”
I tried to keep it together, remaining patient as she offered me a huff and rolled her eyes.
“Robert,” I wince, hearing my full name escape her lips for the first time in forever. “If you can’t see what the problem is by now, then I don’t know how to help you. Take a hint for Christ’s sake.”
“Can you please just tell me. Tell me something. Anything! What happened last night?” I look at her face, searching for a glimpse into her mind.
She swallows hard, fighting to keep her eyes locked with mine. I see a touch of pink in her cheeks before she turns away from me.
“Look, it’s really hard for me to talk about this, okay? I feel like I have to spell it out for you and that’s the complete opposite of what I need from you.” My eyes trail down the length of her body, images of last night flickering in my mind. Everything was going well until I walked in on Elaine in our bed.
“I wanted to surprise you last night…”
“And you did,” I cut her off, hoping that some reassurance would make her feel better.
“Maybe so, but you didn’t truly appreciate the surprise.” As she speaks, I see the reflection of her face in our wardrobe mirror; the anger is giving way to defeat before she continues.
“And sometimes… sometimes I want you to… to treat me like a conquest. Like you’re coming back from war and you haven’t seen me in ten years! Like you’re going to die if you don’t put your cock in me right that second. Like you just need to fuck, Rob, not make love…”
She is blushing hard now, her chest heaving.
“Your reaction last night…” she trails off, closing her eyes as if re-living an old pain.
It takes everything in me not to reach out and pull her into my embrace but it feels inappropriate to do so given her disappointment in me. Instead I settle to listen until she’s finished.
“Yes, I think I understand,” I say, nodding. “I was… not what you wanted last night. I figured as much. So-,”
“So…” she cuts off. “I’m going to be in my car when I take my late lunch. I will not be eating anything. I will also not be wearing any underwear. And you have between now and two o’clock to figure out whether you’ll be joining me or not, understand?”
Before I get a chance to respond, Elaine swings her purse over her shoulder and is out the door. The sound of it closing echoes behind her.
I stand in our bedroom, stunned by Elaine’s brutal confession. The room grows lonely and quiet around me as I begin to gather my things and head out myself. I’d never seen her so upset — so frustrated.
Was it because I didn’t tell her how sexy she looked bent over on our bed? Or maybe she was upset that I offered her a hug before getting into bed?
Fragments of what she said swirl around in my thoughts, only furthering my inner conflict.
Isn’t that what women want though? To be respected? To be loved and coddled?
It’s not like I’d never thought about doing things differently– I’d had daydreams about what it might look like to see her bent over for me, to hear her gasping underneath me– but surely that was just fantasy, right? The kind of thing you see in porn that doesn’t translate to real life?
But maybe this is one of those things where there are exceptions to every rule? She’d been pretty damn clear, after all…
Maybe by making myself a promise to keep things perfectly tame I had actually sabotaged some of the lust we could have had.
As I pull out of the driveway, I think of all the times I watched Elaine dance across our kitchen in her apron while she hummed to the tune of her music. In those moments, I’d steal glances at her while she bent over to check on the cookies in the oven, dreaming of what it would be like to grab her by the hips and take her right there on the kitchen counter, to make a beautiful imprint of her body in the flour.
I think of the times when we hold hands on our walks around the neighborhood, of the shady grove of trees that I always notice as we pass, wondering what it would be like to pull her into their shadows and have my way with her among the roots and leaves, to pin her against one of the great trunks and hold her there until both of us were shaking.
I think of all the mornings I hear her in the shower, the steam pouring out of the bathroom, of how easy it would be to slip in with her as she is naked and covered in suds, to take her hands in mine and hold her against the wall, to fuck her until the water went cold and the only thing keeping us warm was each other’s bodies, to treat her less like a person and more like an object.
As the fantasies flow through my mind, my heart starts to beat faster.
If that’s what she wants… then I’m going to give it to her.
By the time I reach the highway my mind is resolved on a plan…
I walk through the carpark toward the corner where I know Elaine parks, looking around nervously to see if anyone else is around. Fortunately, the place seems pretty empty, with most of the lunchers having already come and gone. At two in the afternoon, the place is practically a ghost town. My erection is growing by the second, thoughts of what I’m about to do mixing with the imagination of what I’ve been dreaming about for so long.
Elaine’s car is parked with the driver’s side next to a row of trees which provide shade from the late summer sun, and give me a perfect screen to approach unseen. I step through the gap between two of them, seeing her checking her phone, no doubt wondering where I am.
Her door is unlocked. For some reason that alone is enough to tell me that I’m right, that this is what she wants, even before I see her glance over, startled at first and then with an undisguised hunger in her gaze that has nothing to do with missing lunch.
I grab her arm, pulling her roughly out of the driver’s seat and press my lips against hers as I pin her body against the back door of her sedan.
“R-mmmmm…” She melts into me, her body putty in my hands.
But I’m not here to kiss.
I pull her away from the car, yanking open the door, turning her around and pushing her forward all in one motion. Her breath huffs out as she lands on the backseat, knees denting the fabric, hands splayed out in front of her to catch her fall.
“Oh my G-”
“Quiet,” I hiss, and she bites her tongue, looking back at me with wide eyes as though seeing me for the first time ever. I’m so hard it feels like my cock is going to rip out of my pants. I pull them down in an instant, releasing my hardness at long last.
Her leggings disappear in the next instant and I hear stitches tearing as I rip them away from her ass, seeing her pretty pussy glistening in the afternoon light already.
“If you want me to stop, shake your head no.”
I wait with bated breath, hoping I hadn’t completely misinterpreted her words this morning.
She doesn’t shake her head. She looks at me in the reflection of the window, meets my eyes and nods.
There’s no foreplay, no further consideration.
One second my cock is free, and the next it is buried inside her. She grunts at the impact, her mouth falling open.
“Oh fuck y-” I put a hand over her, muffling her words.
“I don’t need to hear you right now. I just need your pussy. I just need you to be a hole for me. Can you do that?”
A shiver runs through her whole body. She nods twice this time.
“Good. I knew you were a little slut. I knew you’d be wet for me.”
I hear her whimpering under my hand, her hips rolling back, urging me deeper. My cock presses against the deepest parts of her pussy now and I take a fistful of her hair in my hand, pulling her head up so that her back arches the way I’ve been imagining for months, making her breasts stand out proudly from her chest, making her ass bounce perfectly on my cock.
“Stay just like this. Don’t you fucking move…”
I see her close her eyes in the reflection of the passenger side window as she groans with each thrust, each movement more desperate than the last.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Open those pretty eyes for me and look at what I’m doing to you.”
Sensing her body’s acceptance, the hand in her hair moves down to her throat, resting lightly there. I’m not really cutting off her air, but just the sensation of my hand on her neck seems to drive her wild. It’s a fantasy I know we both share, and now I can bring it to life for her.
“You don’t need to breathe, do you? Not while I’m inside you. My cock is the only thing you need to focus on.”
Her groan deepens as her pussy tightens around me. She rides the high of being controlled, her muscles starting to relax, her body shaking all over as I continue to fuck her hard and fast. The car is filled with the sounds of her moans and mine mixing together, along with the slap of my thighs on her ass.
Her breathing comes in gasps as my fingers gently squeeze, and with each second that passes I feel her body give in just a little more.
“Good… slut… take… all of it…”
My words are little more than guttural grunts; I can barely speak with how hard I’m fucking her now. And I feel her leg go completely, going so limp that I have to hold her up as her pussy spasms around my cock, her whole body rocking in time with my thrusts. I take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them together as I support her upper body, feeling the familiar ache in my balls that heralds my own climax.
“Fuuuuck!” I hear myself shout as I cum deep inside her, flooding her pussy with my hot seed. Her yell joins in with mine as she feels it spreading through her.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Y-you…” she gasps.
“Say it again!”
“It– it belongs to you!” She mutters back, catching her breath and smiling like she had just gotten off a thrilling ride. “This pussy is yours…”
“That’s right, I growl.. Only me. Only I get to fuck you. And don’t you ever forget it.”
I pull out of her in one sudden motion. The sound of the zipper is loud in the confines of the backseat as I stand up, looking at the mess I’ve made.
“I’ll see you tonight, baby. You better not be wearing any panties then, either.”
The car door slams behind me as I leave her there in the backseat, dripping her cum and mine, breathless, ruined, filled, and finally satisfied.
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