This story takes place within the context of a consensual freeuse relationship.

Part 1

“I should probably fuck you. Yeah, I think I’m gonna do that.”

Olivia didn’t hear me because she had her AirPods in. She was on a Zoom call, but her camera was off and she was muted. It was one of the many pointless calls she was forced to attend so that the middle-managers could pretend like they did actual, productive work instead of wasting everyone’s time with dumb fucking meetings.

So I knew it wouldn’t cause her too much strife when I grabbed the back of her computer chair, spun her around to face me–and my bulging erection, pressing hard against my boxer briefs–and told her to turn around.

Her eyes went from glazed over to wide as she looked from my cock to my face in slight confusion. The whole freeuse thing was still a bit new and I was still working out the parameters, seeing where–if anywhere–she wanted to establish limits. So far, the answer was a resounding nowhere.

“Where do you want–?”

I cut her off, answering her question by grabbing her hips, lifting her out of the chair and positioning her against the desk. She was leaning over it–yoga shorts-clad ass pressing against my pulsing hard on. I thumbed the hem of my boxers, letting my erection bounce against Olivia’s perfect fucking ass.

God.

That ass.

Sometimes I just want to tear whatever fucking item of clothing she’s wearing off and smack her tanned ass cheeks so fucking hard that she yelps. Actually, I have done that before. And fuck does it make her turn her thighs into a fucking floodplain. So, yeah. I shoved her yoga pants down, rolling the stretchy neon pink fabric to just below the bottom curve of her cheeks. Unsurprisingly, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Let’s call that a green light to give it to her fucking hard.

I palmed one plump orb of fucking heaven, warming it up. She looked over her should, watching my hand, squeezing her thighs together in anticipation, and then looked at her computer screen, double-checking that she was on mute.

Hand back and–

THWACK

“Mmf!” she tried to hold her whiny moan in.

My cock was between her legs now, and it pulsed upwards when I spanked her, the swollen tip gently grazing her pussy. I rubbed the sore spot, moving my hips slightly forward, so that my crown was pushing right against her entrance. I could feel her lips enveloping just that first little slope of my cockhead. She looked back at me–AirPods still in–and wordlessly moved her hips, her vulva pushing my cock up slightly, inviting me inside.

Not yet.

SMACK

Her ass fucking rippling from the force.

“You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you.” I don’t think she could hear me. She was gripping the side of the desk, looking over her shoulder at me as she bounced her hips like a fucking slut. I could feel her warm wetness starting to coat the crest of my cock. Both hands on her waist, squeezing as I pushed against her, shoving myself inside, but so…fucking…slowly.

I was teasing her, sliding in a fucking millimeter at a time. She looked at me, her icy blue eyes flickering with what appeared to be annoyance. And then she said, “God, will you please just fucking–FUCK--me right now.”

THA-WACK

And so I did. Another hard spank and then my hand shooting up to her messy ponytail, pushing her into the desk as I finally filled her pussy with my bulging slab of pure, unadulterated testosterone. Her empty coffee mug–World’s Cutest Face–shook against the IKEA-brand particle board. Her keyboard jiggled, the keys clacking as I squished my testicles against her soaking labia.

I ran a hand around her waist, slid it over her belly button, down to her mound. Dipped my fingers along her spread lips, gathering wetness before retreating to her clit. I rubbed small, but aggressive circles while I pounded her. Railed her. Fucking owned her. Her pussy. Her Ass. Her fucking clit were mine. And I didn’t want her to just know it. I wanted her to feel it.

And she was fucking feeling it. She was bucking her hips against me every time I drew backwards, keeping my cock firmly entrenched in her tight fucking pussy. She jiggled her ass, bounced it against me, demanding that I keep 100% of my attention of absolutely drubbing her.

My thighs flexed. I leaned forward, towering over her small frame as I did my damnedest to ensure that she’d feel my absence as soon as I slipped out of her pussy.

SMACK

I grabbed her ass cheek and spread it, exposing her tight little asshole. I spit. Started to rub my thumb against that opening while my other hand kept working her clit. I slipped slowly inside, just enough to make her feel even more full.

“How’s that, huh? You fucking slut. Gonna cum for me?”

“Mm, mm,” I don’t think she could hear me. Someone droning on about fucking Excel in her ears. “I’m–I’m–I’m gonna cum on your–fuck–cock.”

Her entire body shivered. She squeezed her legs together tightly, which only served to push me over the edge. I shoved forward, sack against her soaking cunt, and exploded. Throbbing. Rope after fucking rope of cum. Painting that fucking pussy. Her inner walls striated with my dripping semen.

We both breathed heavily. My thrusting started to slow. I felt cum start to trickle backwards, running towards her thighs. I moved my hands, grabbing her hips, rubbing her red ass, and then finally back away.

She stayed leaning over the desk, catching her breath. She reached up, pulling one earbud out. “I, whew, fuck, I think, I think that was one of the actually important meetings.”

I chuckled, “Nothing’s more important than getting fucked, babe..." I paused, thinking, "Except for...maybe spreadsheets.”