750 Words: Hapless Charlie
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This story was written for the 2024 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:
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God blessed me with a plump, shapely ass.
Sure, he gave me a tummy roll, narrow hips, small tits, and a face that usually earns me compliments about my personality.
Believe me when I say there’s some damn good pussy underneath this tummy roll.
I’m a librarian. Working at a gym, a restaurant, or, hell, a tattoo shop might have been sexier. But, as with everything else, I’m working with what I’ve got.
We hired in a new guy, still in college. (I’ve had my degree a few years.) I catch him staring at my ass all the time–when I’m up a ladder, or clearing off the reshelving table. He doesn’t think I notice, which I’m used to. I know what I’m doing when I wear loose-fitting tops (better to hide the blocky torso) and tight-fitting pants (just the opposite).
What’s different about this guy–Charlie, I’ll call him–is that I overheard him telling another coworker he thinks I’m cute. There’s no accounting for taste, but it was sweet. And besides, he’s cute, in a little eskişehir escort guy sort of way.
Another thing: he’s the most hapless guy on Earth. He once forgot our boss’s boss’s name, and admitted it TO HIS FACE. He’s catnip for a natural troll like me.
Once, I was having a particularly horny day. It was me, him, maybe two others on the whole floor. I cornered him alone, deep in the stacks.
“Do you like me?” I asked him, nonchalant.
He froze.
“It’s just that I always catch you staring,” I said.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, below the threshold of human hearing.
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s our little secret. That is…”
Now he looked terrified.
I said, “I want to know what you think about when you’re staring.”
“What?” he said
“You heard me.”
“…Your bottom…”
“What about it?”
“It’s nice.”
I sighed theatrically. “I know that already. But what are you thinking about doing when you look at my ass?”
“Uh… sex?”
“Sex.”
“Yeah.”
“With my ass.”
“Uh, yeah.”
I let him see my eyes eskişehir escort bayan get big.
“Oh my god, Charlie” I said loudly, getting even louder when I saw how uncomfortable it made him, “do you want to BUTTFUCK me?”
There was a 50/50 chance our coworkers heard, depending on which side of the concrete walls they were on.
“Drop your pants,” I commanded in a conspiratorial whisper.
He didn’t do it, of course.
“Come on,” I said, putting on my seduction voice. “Let’s do it.”
And I turned around, bent at the waist, and lowered my pants, exposing my ass.
If he didn’t go for it, this was my chance to feel embarrassed.
“I’d love a cock in my ass,” I insisted. It wasn’t a lie.
Finally, behind me, I heard the unzip of his fly.
I felt the tentative prod of something warm, firm, and slightly sticky.
“Don’t be shy,” I urged him. “You’d be surprised at what I can take without any lube.”
This, too, was no lie. I’d been gifted with a naturally frictionless anus, tested on boyfriends, well-wishers, inanimate objects…
I escort eskişehir felt it pressing against my sphincter. I inhaled, clenched, that old routine, exhaled, relaxed as he pushed. I felt my asshole widen around him.
And widen…
And widen.
I braced myself with my forearms on the shelf and held my breath as the longest, fattest cock I’ve ever taken in my life slid inch by inch up my ass. I had to shift my stance a couple times to accommodate it. Eventually, I felt his bony hips.
“Go on,” I said, feigning confidence.
His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips. He fucked me, slowly at first, all gentlemanly. It was when he ramped it up that I started to feel it–the indirect rubbing of his full length against my g-spot, right through the walls, making me feel like I had to piss and shit all at once.
“Ooh,” I groaned, “ooh… OOH.”
It came out of nowhere. An orgasm that felt like it hit my entire midsection like a sledgehammer. I could only grip my own wrists as my body shook violently, repeatedly being penetrated all the while by Charlie’s prodigious dick.
He gave it a few more pumps, then withdrew. I pulled up my pants and booked it without a word and sat in the ladies’ room until I was confident I’d disposed of Charlie’s DNA.
About 10 minutes later, I found him in the lounge.
Meekly, I said, “So, are you seeing anyone?”
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