Chapter 8: Rose [1] [R-18+]

Whatever is even happening anymore, it's happening too quickly, too insanely, and he feels dizzy in the wake of it all.

Everything she's saying is coming up so fast and with so many details and points to it that he can't even begin to process all of it at once, but at the same time, he wants to believe her words so badly.

It forms a confusing and twisted precedent that really only gets worse as he finds himself now in Rose's office.

The redhead turns to look at him and asks, "Do you need to borrow something?"

A nudge on Lucas's back makes him blurt out something in a panic.

"Rose, would it trouble you too much if I rawed you while you worked?" I don't know where the words came from or how they found their way pushed out of my chest, but they nonetheless squirm their way out, and once more I feel a sense of sudden panic and confusion.

Christine seems to be stringing him along to something insane and he's left waiting for the other shoe to drop on what must be an elaborate prank.

"Oh, sure, of course," Rose says, rising up from her seat. "That's not a problem, just pound my pussy as hard as you want to, I can keep myself steady." She sticks her cute butt out far, wiggling her hips as she pulls up her skirt. Her ass is clad in a pair of white panties.

'What?'

"Go on, get her," Christine says, urging him forward with a push, and it's really all he needs at this point.

My hands reach toward my gorgeous co-worker's hips, grabbing her panties and sliding them down her legs, revealing her firm butt and her puffy pussy, not at all affected by the fact that I just pulled her underwear down.

She's not responding in all that strange a way at all, actually, as she pulls her keyboard over a little to accommodate the position she's coming in front, bent forward over her desk, and starting to type up a memo.

Even if this is all a prank, it's a prank that is somehow leading to me being able to fuck Rose, and that's honestly a good enough silver lining for me to decide to roll with this insanity, shoving my pants down around my ankles and guiding my cock right into Rose's tight snatch, groaning as I feel the incredible pussy wrapped snug around him.

It's hot and wet, and it's almost begging for his cock to go in further, trying to suck me in, and thankfully I have so much cock to spare that the motion of pushing slowly into her is something I can savor for quite some time, my hands settling onto her hips as if slowly coming to accept with increasing excitement what it is that I'm doing.

Lucas looks back over his shoulder toward Christine, who's nodding slowly, encouraging him onward, and he can't help but just give in to it all, conceding to what she wants and, admittedly, what he wants more than anything in the world.

My fingers tighten against her hips, getting a nice, firm grasp on her as I hilt my whole cock into her at once.

It's an incredible feeling, but even better feelings await him as I draw slowly back, groaning as she feels as good to go into as to come out of, the friction of her tight inner walls snug around my cock providing an incredible sensation, but even more, still awaits him as I slam into her again.

Rose lets out a grunt as I push into her like she's more focused on her work than on my use of her cunt.

But that's fine by me, watching as she continues to type steadily as I give her another thrust.

Then a third. Number four is really an amazing one, as I hilt my cock inside of her and my balls swing upward hard enough to slap against her pelvis from the impact.

This is real. This is all real. Everything Christine's been saying is the absolute truth and I really am in a position to capitalize on it all.

It's insane, but I can't help but be excited by that fact, as I hammer forward excitedly again, again and again, wondering how far I can take this.

I have spent so long imagining fucking Rose, how amazing it would feel to get the redhead on my dick, but never in my most wild of fantasies did I ever think about so shamelessly fucking her right in her working cabin.

Not even in a discrete way either, like having her suck my cock in secret under my desk while I pretended she was bothering me at work.

No, I bent her over her desk and thrust my cock deep into her pussy and while my balls slapped her ass right in front of pretty much anyone who might pass by her working cabin and peer in.

And a few people do pass, but nobody seems to be paying any mind to the very obvious sex going on in it, like fucking a co-worker on the job is totally normal.

It's my dream come true.

Finally having her pussy around my cock feels amazing, and to thrust into her tight snatch is definitely worth all the wait and lusting from a distance, but even if there's something missing in terms of seeing the impassioned delight on her face.

I expected something more intimate, with her moaning and complimenting my cock, but instead, I get the sight of her working from behind, unable to see her face but sure she's just kind of going along with her day as I fuck her.

Consequences-free, I'm able to hammer away at her pussy and enjoy myself, and she doesn't even have to take a moment out of her day to let me. What a wonderful time to be alive.

Christine comes up behind me, placing her hands on my chest and smiling. "Wonderful, isn't it?" she asks, keeping her voice low, as if wanting to keep the conversation just between the two of us. "Maybe now you'll trust me a little more."

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