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I saw a message pop up on the screen. It was from Vince and he was saying hello. I smiled, I hadn't heard from him in a couple of years.

I sent him a message back, asking how he had been. His profile picture was looking good. When we worked together, I think he had a bit of a thing for me. I was always dating at the time and he never tried anything. We went out after work several times for a drink. He almost kissed me once, but I stopped it.

The thing is, I liked him as a friend. Maybe even more at certain times he had a way of coming up behind me and whispering in my ear that would drive me crazy. His nether region would subtly press against me and turn me on. But then he would move away and say something funny.

"Damn you are looking good Tessa."

I smiled at the screen. It was totally random, but made my day.

"Thanks. You are looking pretty good yourself."

"So are you single?"

"Well that is random."

"Not after you finally put a profile picture up. I forgot how hot you were."

"Yes."

"Good. When are we going to go out?"

"Don't you still live in Cleveland?"

"Yeah but I can drive."

"I have a free night next week, I think Thursday."

"Ok, text me the address and I will come pick you up."

He gave me his number and said he had to go back to work. I sat back in my chair, thinking about what just happened. Hadn't talked to him in a while, it had been a couple of years since we worked together. I closed my eyes and thought about him.

He was not my usual type. He was soft spoken and gentle in demeanor. I usually went for the alpha types. Vince was big and tall like I liked. He was well over six foot and he had strong, muscular arms. His chest was wide and hard. I had hugged him a few times and I could feel how hard it was. His eyes were a deep brown and there was always a smile on his face.

I went to work, thinking about my old friend. I found it hard to concentrate on the spread sheets, the numbers were blending with naughty images. I caught Vince in the bathroom peeing one night. It was one of the nights we went to the bar after a shift at a local restaurant. While I was embarrassed to catch him, I remember not being able to take my eyes from what he was holding in his hand.

His cock was only a little hard and the purplish brown flesh was huge. It was thicker than most men I had been with completely hard. I licked my lips and looked up at him. His eyes were on my face, the flesh in his hand twitched. Finally I got a grip and backed out of the bathroom.

My phone beeped and I opened it. There was a message from Vince.

"I don't want to wait till next week. Can I come pick you up tonight? Before you start dating someone else and I miss the chance."

I laughed out loud and then looked around. A few people glanced back at me. I just smiled and looked back down, hiding my phone.

"I don't know Vince, tonight gives me no warning."

"I am not taking no for an answer. I know what your weakness is."

"Oh?"

A picture came up on the screen with the caption, "this." It was a picture of his cock, though this time it was hard as a rock and bigger than I could have imagined. His hand was wrapped around it squeezing the head engorged with blood. There was nothing to compare it to in the picture, but it had the desired effect.

"Fuck."

I heard a sharp intake of breath and realized I said it out loud. Looking around I saw the old lady that sits behind me giving me dirty looks. I turned red and sunk down in my chair. Right before I was going to get back to work, my phone buzzed again.

"Let me destroy that pussy tonight."

Fuck! My panties flooded and I squirmed a bit in my seat. I could feel the slippery lips of my pussy pressing together. I slid the phone back into my purse and went to the bathroom. I kept wondering why the hell I hadn't ever been with him before.

I went into a stall and locked it. Sitting on the toilet I pulled my phone back out, switching down till I found the picture. God it was a beautiful fucking cock. While I knew it was wrong, I knew that I would be filled with it tonight and the very idea made me throb.

The phone buzzed and made me jump. I switched off the picture and read his message.

"Come on, I promise it won't hurt too much. I will try to be gentle."

The more he wrote, the hotter I got. I wished to hell I was not at work right now. I stuck a hand up my skirt and wiggled my fingers across my soaked slit.

"Fuck."

I slid a finger inside and moaned. Fuck, this was going to be a long day.

"Okay." I texted back and waited.

"Great. I will be there at five."

"That is when I get off."

"Well I will come get you from work."

"I need time to get ready."

"No you don't. I have seen you hung over in the morning, remember? You are always gorgeous to me."

While he was flattering as fuck, I worried about not getting a shower in. One likes to be clean when they are getting ready to be destroyed. I looked at the cock one last time before I left the bathroom. I watched the clock for lunch and half ran out of the door at noon.

I jumped in my car and drove home, ecstatic to live close enough to the office. Unlocking the door, I took my phone and went to that picture. It was obsessive feeling, I wanted to feel him. I can't believe that dick worked next to me for two years and I never knew it. I was dating men that did not even compare. What a waste now.

I spent most of my lunch hour on my back with my knees up. I rubbed my wet pussy, fingering myself and imagining how he was going to feel inside of me. I wondered how gentle he would be, my fingers making circles on my nub. When I finally came I was panting and a bit slick with sweat. I stayed at the precipice for so long, just needed penetration to throw me over, real penetration.

Looking back at my phone, I realized that I was going to be late if I didn't hurry up. My panties were soaked, so I threw them into the dirty clothes hamper. I didn't have time to get more on and ran out the door. I ran back in to the building and I know I looked guilty as fuck. I felt guilty as fuck. I even sprayed on some perfume because I was paranoid that I would smell like sex.

The rest of the day I really was useless. The numbers blurred together and the last thing I wanted to be doing was accounting. I turned my phone off. The idea of another picture was too much. I knew that I would keep looking too.

***

Five was there before I knew it. While I was expecting it to drag by, it actually flew by in haunting speed. Fuck. It was becoming my mantra today. I gathered up my things, I even ran back to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I looked like I had been working all day. My hair was coming out of the bun I fashioned this morning. I ran fingers under my eyes, trying to straighten up my fallen liner. I applied some lip gloss and took a deep breath. It had been a long time since I was this nervous and anxious about a man.

I saw his car as soon as I left the building. Fuck. I smoothed my skirt, nervously pulling it down. The breeze picked up and I was sure I was going to show the world my who-ha if I wasn't careful. I smiled at him. He got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me. The car was low and when I sat down, I knew he seen almost all the way up my dress. There was at least a whole lot of leg flashed, but I think my commando secret was still intact.

When he got back in his side, his eyes flitted to my rising skirt. I thanked him for getting me as his arms came around me in a side hug. His lips found mine startled and captured them in a deep kiss. My knees went to jelly and I was super glad for my seat.

He pulled away, making a comment about how much he had missed me. His look was close to lecherous and I could feel tingling in my core. Fuck.

"So um, where are we going?"

"Thought you might want to get something to eat, any preferences?"

"Thank God, I am starving. Where ever will be great, I ended up skipping lunch today."

"Really busy huh?"

"Yeah something like that. Let's just say I got a little side tracked."

I didn't mean to, but my eyes looked over at the growing bulge in his dress pants. Unlike jeans, the thin material showed off the silhouette of his cock and its thickening state. He caught me and I know my face turned a little redder. I turned towards the window and let the silence take over.

"So how do you like your new job?"

"It is all right. I have been there for a couple of months now. I just don't like accounting, it is so boring."

Vince laughed. The sound was deep and rich.

"I figured you wouldn't like it. I could never see you as an accountant."

"Can't you see the bun?"

"Yeah I wasn't going to say anything. I always loved your long red hair."

I pulled the mirror down and checked out my hair. I took the pins out, letting my hair fall down to my waist. I looked at him through the strands and asked him if this was better. It was and his answer sounded strained. I don't know what it was about long hair, but it could make a man go tongue-tied. That was the very reason why I kept it so long.

Silence took over again, the tension was so palpable. He pulled in front of a Chinese place.

"Chinese?"

"You still like it right?"

"Yeah I still love it. I can't believe you remember."

"I remember a lot about you. I never could get you out of my mind."

"Awww that is so sweet Vince."

"My thoughts were not sweet Contessa."

I held his gaze for a moment. His eyes had darkened to black. His dark hand came down on mine, the color contrasting with my pale white flesh. His fingers slid between mine and held me gently. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. The warm touch sent shivers down my spine.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, I am not even hungry anymore."

Vince laughed that deep baritone laugh again.

"I meant to get something to eat."

"Oh."

I pulled my hand away, flustered and trying hard not to meet his gaze. I went for the door, but his hand pulled my face to his. His tongue slid inside of my mouth, quieting my anger, but stoking the fires of desire to a breaking point. I just wanted to climb on his lap and slide down on that monster he is hiding in his pants.

His fingers delved in my hair, pulling me closer to him. His mouth devoured mine. One hand crept up my side and over my stomach. It cupped one of my breasts, the sensitive nipple pushing back against his hand. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his hands crushing me against him.

I broke the kiss when I felt his hands searching for my core.

"If you touch me there, we will not be able to go in this place."

"Why?"

His hand jerked lower, finding its way up my skirt. I knew the instant he felt my wet heat, even if I couldn't have felt it. He growled and bit my ear. His digits slid against my slit, pushing in suddenly with two of them. Fuck! My head fell back against the seat and my thighs opened up. Another thick finger plunged inside of me and I cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck!"

His fingers left me in a disappointing moment. My body was still shaking and I could instantly feel the loss. I whimpered.

"Come on. That is all you get for now."

All I get? Who the hell was this guy? He never did anything like that before, he was filled with an incredible confidence that I found very sexy. My breath was returning to normal and he was out and opening my door before I could say another word. I grabbed the edge of my dress and pulled it back down to cover my thighs. He helped me out and pressed into me like he used to. I could feel he had a raging hard-on and I grabbed it.

I stroke him through his pants, rubbing my pussy against his knee that found its way between my legs. I wanted to drive him as wild as he had done me, though his knee started to grind against me and I was quickly trying to rub myself against him to release. I pushed him away before I embarrassed myself further, my plan back-fired. Although when I looked back at him, he did seem a bit more discombobulated.

"You ready?"

I took my hand and reached for his. We found a booth and he slid in next to me. We ordered and I was starting to relax when I felt his hand on my thigh. I closed my eyes and waited. The hand didn't move and I opened my eyes. The waitress set down the drinks and walked away with a funny look.

His hand crept up my thigh as I took a drink. I was proud to not spit it out or choke. He found his way under the skirt again, his fingertips playing with my pussy lips. I was already soaked from his attention and it aided his sudden entrance. I had to bite my lip to stop noise. I looked around at the diners and restaurant staff while he played.

"Where are your panties?"

"They got too wet during lunch."

Vince growled again. He added a second finger to my hole. I could feel myself getting warmer, blood coursing through my body. I saw the waitress coming over with a couple of plates and sat up straighter. Vince was forced to stop and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed. I wanted to come so bad and was close a couple of times now. I was starting to feel a little crazy.

I booted Vince to the other side of the table when the waitress left. I was hungry and he was not going to torture me throughout the meal. He looked wounded but I held my ground. The food was good, but neither one of us seemed that interested. By the time the check hit the table, we were both ready to get out of there.

It was already getting dark when we walked back to his car. He opened the door again and I quickly got in before he could assault my senses anymore. I was starting to get a clear head back and I didn't want to cloud it back up so soon. He was taking the upper hand and I was trying to keep so semblance of control.

"So where are we going now Vince?"

"They got a little motel down the way a bit."

"Sounds good."

After he took off, I asked how long it would be. About ten he says. I lick my lips and reached for his pants. My fingers deftly opened his pants up wide and grabbed his semi-hard cock out. He breathed in a sharp breath. I imagine the cool wind was a change.

I bent over and licked the purple head, warming him. Dodging the steering wheel, I slowly took inch after inch of his cock into my mouth. After each inch, I would come back up, to slowly push down again. I took as much as I could in, his cock pressing against the back of my throat. I gagged a few times, he groaned in response to my throat muscles rippling.

I felt the car come to a stop. I thought we were there, so I popped off of him with a loud noise and sat up. We were actually at a stop light, but I could see the motel sign a few hundred yards ahead. My hand continued to work his shaft, pumping up and down with a strong grip. He tried to stop me, but there was no way I was going to. He was having trouble driving and I knew that he was close so I stopped. Leaving him rock hard in the wind, I settled back into my seat and waited for him to turn.

"That was cold Tess."

I just smiled sweetly as he stuffed his erect cock back in his pants. He already had a keycard and was showing me to the room. His eyes reflected the moon light in a way that made him appear otherworldly. I had a moment, a second of pause. I soon found myself walking into the room.

He had opened the door when he unlocked it so he came in behind me. Before the door was clicked shut, I could feel his lips on my neck. Both of his hands were on either side of my waist, pulling my body up against his hardness. Once I was pressing myself against him of my volition, his hands came up to cup my breasts. My body rocked against him, my ass humping his panted cock. He moaned behind me, his grip tightening on my tits.

"Fuck Tess I have been wanting this for a very long time. After the car ride, I don't know if I will be able to be gentle."

My hands went behind my back to rub him, doing a better job than my ass. He was so hard and my body was so wet waiting for it. I tried to turn around and kiss him, but instead he pushed me over to the table. His hands pressed my body down onto the table until the side of my cheek was touching the cool wood.

I felt air on my ass as he lifted the skirt up to my waist. He smacked my bare ass, a few times on each cheek. I tried to raise my head but he was having none of that. He pushed me back down and demanded I didn't move. This was a whole other side to Vince and while I was turned on to no end, I was getting more and more nervous. He was big enough to actually do some damage, if he had the mind to.

By the time I realized that he was going to enter me, his huge cock was rammed inside of me. I screamed out. It was too much, too deep, too wide. Pain laced the pleasure of his entrance, overwhelming my senses and it threw me into climax. I shook around him, my pussy walls crushing him with each wave. He did not move, he just stayed lodged inside as I came.

I tried to get up on my elbows, but his hand on my lower neck kept me down. He started moving inside of me, slow strokes that went further than any man had ever went before. I could feel him pressing into my cervix. There was just no more room for him. He made it fit though, made new space inside.

"Fuck Vince."

I couldn't think of anything else but a string of curses. I couldn't take it. His cock was just too much. He had quickened his pace, my moans turned to shrieks. I was coming again. I could feel my juices running down my leg.

Vince pulled my ass higher, his dick going even deeper. Each thrust carried a touch of pain. My coming caused a slippery surface, his dick slipped inside with ease. Both hands were now on my hips, slamming me back against him. My legs shook and I was thankful for the table to hold me up.

There was a knock on the door and a man saying he was with the police. Vince pulled out of me in a rush, pulling some of my insides too it felt. I cried out again, I couldn't help it. The pounding got louder as Vince struggled to pull his pants up to get to the door. Before he was fully covered, the door was kicked open.

I looked back, still lying over the table, my ass still bare. My pussy was still in view, glistening with our shared pleasure. The cop stopped, his eyes fixed to my poor bruised little pink pussy. I stood up slowly, so sore and pulled my skirt down. The officer had found his presence and walked into the hotel room, shutting the door behind him. I heard the lock click and my heart raced. Vince just stood there, half in and half out. I could see his cock head still poking out, pre-cum dripping from his slit.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

"Yes officer, we were just..."

"Hell it is clear what you were doing. This is of your choosing?"

I guess he was asking if I was being raped. Vince's face fell, a look of fear flitted over his eyes. I looked at the officer, he was about my age. His skin was darker than mine, he looked to be of mixed race. His eyes were blue, his lips full. I focused on them when he said the word choosing, for some reason it sent shivers up my spine. My eyes flitted down to his crotch, wondering if that was a bulge I was seeing.

"Miss."

I couldn't help but blush. My eyes focused back on his face. His hand had inched to his holster and I realized I had to get a grip.

"Yes, of course."

"Well we got a complaint that there was a woman screaming from this room."

I turned redder. I noticed his eyes were on my hard nipples and crotch.

"I am so sorry sir. I just um...well."

He stepped closer, walking several steps towards me before he looked over at Vince. Vince was confused, watching the scene. The officer nodded at Vince and nodded towards me. Vince tipped his head and the cop came closer. Not sure what had just transpired, it seemed permission was given. Not mine, but the man I was with.

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