WMD Ch.2 (Patreon)

Chapter Two: Full Frontal Assault

The work environment changed after Mike and Andrea had their encounter. Andrea left work early and drove home wearing Mike’s semen. It remained warm and sticky for nearly an hour afterward and was heavy and stinky all the way home. She fingered herself in the shower after getting home, reaching a powerful climax thinking about Mike, imagining him there with her and fucking her under the warm water.

That night she slept restlessly, dreaming of Mike, and she woke up horny and angry. She still hated him, but that hate only seemed to make her attraction to him stronger. She dressed and drove to work in a daze, her thoughts fixed on him, her pussy moist and nipples stiff. She spent the morning imagining the kinds of things he might do to her and the responses she would have. Each time, she imagined herself in power, and each time she lost power as soon as his dick came into view.

The real problem was that her responses always ended up sexual. She imagined him fucking her breasts again, squatting over her like before, his face twisted into a handsome sneer. She imagined his long cock spraying hot semen across her face this time, marking her, branding her as his woman and as his property. Her skin still smelled vaguely of his semen, and her office stank, too.

Sometimes, for brief periods, she would forget herself entirely, and she would imagine herself fucking him back. He would talk, and she would silence him with a smack or a kiss, ordering him to fuck her harder and making him into her big-dicked manslut. If she had the money, she decided that she would hire him personally just for his dick. That is how impressive his dick was, and that was how good it tasted when he reamed her throat the day before.

The stench of semen in her office left her horny. Her hair did, too, and she kept it in a ponytail to keep from having to smell him. The smell of him was an unwelcome reminder of how much better Mike was than her Bryan, her boyfriend, at least in terms of masculinity. Just comparing the two of them made her angry. When Mike arrived for his shift, grinning crookedly, pants heavy with dick, she became even angrier.

In a way, he looked as he always did, but now having seen his dick, she also felt like he looked entirely different. While she has always found him attractive, she now found herself attracted to him. This mostly meant that she took note of how tight he wore his shirts and how muscular his arm were. It also meant that she took note of his manhood and of his tight ass. When he caught her staring, she looked away and pretended to do work, but she imagined him naked while she did it and found herself chewing her bottom lip as he signed in around her.

An hour passed, and Andrea found herself spending a lot of time daydreaming about Mike. He caught her staring a few times and only winked when she did. Andrea had frowned in response but otherwise left it unaddressed. When it came time for her to leave, however, Mike took the opportunity to have someone cover his register for him so that he could speak with Andrea privately in the office. At the back of her mind, Andrea had already read his intent, but she saw no logical reason to deny him and so allowed it. Once the door was closed, though, Mike undid his pants.

“I noticed you staring,” he said, his crooked grin returning. He opened his fly. “You thinking of something?”

Andrea chewed her bottom lip as he lowered his briefs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, her eyes going wide with each new inch of flesh revealed.

“I think you do,” he said, and he pulled his dick out. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was impressive all the same. With her adoring eyes fixed on him, however, he swelled rapidly. “Open your mouth,” he growled.

Andrea obeyed, opening her plump, pink lips as Mike took her by the head. Holding her in place with his right hand, he used his left to take hand hold of his dick and swing it around into her cheek. It landed with a loud smack. Andrea winced but held steady as he slapped her again, across the other cheek, before smacking his cock down across her forehead. Now fully erect, he maneuvered himself to slap his dick down across her tongue before forcing himself into her mouth.

Mike sighed as he entered her mouth. “There we go,” he said, forcing her deep on his dick and choking her as he had the day before. Andrea stared him in the eyes as he did it, and he grinned back at her as she gagged. “Just like yesterday.” He groaned. “Fuck, I think you like getting throat fucked, don’t you?”

Gurgling around him with saliva displaced by his intrusion, Andrea tightened her lips and sucked him. She stared up at him as he choked her with his dick, enjoying his smile and his hard dick, even enjoying the way he used her. Mike was a strong young man, and his powerful hand held her head firmly in place and guided her every movement. He fucked her slowly, allowing her time to breathe between each thrust. It hurt, but it hurt her in a way that was rewarding and measured.

Taking hold of her with both hands, Mike forced her deep. Spittle gathered around her lips, frothing and foaming, forming a dripping ring around him as he held himself inside of her. Andrea was unaccustomed to dicks his size and could not take him deep, but she did manage to hold him in her throat until she learned to breathe around him. When released, she fell back gasping while Mike stood over her, laughing and stroking himself.

“You’re not used to a big dick like mine, are you? Let’s fix that.”  Straddling her in her chair, Mike forced himself back into her mouth. In the space of a thrust, he had himself in her throat. Andrea allowed it again, offering no resistance and opening her mouth willingly, even meeting his thrust. It hurt, but it hurt so good, and she never pulled her eyes away from his, even as tears came streaming down her cheeks.

“Fuck, but you are trying hard and taking it deep, choking like a real pro!”

Still guiding her, Mike moved one of his hands to reach down and cup one of her breasts. He squeezed it roughly, crushing it in his powerful palm as he fucked her face. Moaning around him, it was then that Andrea realized how good Mike actually was. He knew what he was doing, even if by instinct, and had the stamina to do it. Each of his thrusts had dizzied her and left her more dick-drunk. Even if she had resisted to begin with, which he hadn’t, she had no resistance left to muster any longer. The harder and longer he went, the more willing she became.

What impressed her most was how powerful Mike was. While not a big man, he was very strong, sculpted by military training and physical discipline. His body, combined with his long, hard cock, improved his rugged looks and increased the pleasure she took in him. She choked on him, but she choked willingly, perhaps even eagerly, as he forced sizable manhood in and out of her.

Long ropes of saliva ran from her lips and followed his crown as he suddenly withdrew his dick. Watching with tears in her eyes, she coughed and choked to catch her breath, but Mike only gave himself a stroke before returning to her throat. Gurgling around him, she welcomed him as his strong hand held her in place. Her mouth was his pussy that he was using her to stroke himself.

She moaned around him as he returned. Though not a prude, Andrea typically didn’t much care for blowjobs. It wasn’t a matter of degradation but of worth. She saw little reason to indulge Bryan but found Mike more than appealing. If for nothing else, Mike’s robust flavor was worth every hard thrust and tear shed.

Normally, Andrea was not the type of woman to throat a man at all. It was rare that she indulged it and usually she was drunk. She did a few times to watch Bryan squirm, to lord power over him and control him with her lips and mouth. Mike, however, had all the power with his dick down her throat, and he abused her with it readily. Andrea, in turn, opened herself for him and enjoyed it.

Mike forced her deep on him and held himself in her throat. Grinning down at her, he watched her choke on him complacently, her hands swaying at her sides but offering no resistance. Reaching down, he cupped one of her breasts while foaming saliva ran down his shaft. When he released her, she came back coughing and moaned as he squeezed her heavy breast. “You know,” he said, “I’ve been staring at these fat tits of your since I came back. When I finally got to fuck them yesterday, I couldn’t believe how big they are. What do you wear? Cs?”

Guiding her by the hair while groping her, Mike choked her again. Gagging on him, Andrea purred and shook her head.

Mike laughed. “Really? Ds?” Andrea shook her head again, and Mike went wide-eyed. “DDs?”

Drooling and gurgling, Andrea nodded with a throaty purr. “Mmhmm.”

Grinning, MIke released her and let her sit back to pant and stare up his massive, twitching length. His veins popped wetly and stood out, showing off his arousal. His crown was red and leaking as he neared bursting. Andrea, drunk and lost with lust, panted with an open mouth, ready to swallow every last pearl of sperm.

Standing over her, he struck her across the face with his dick. She smiled and winced, and then held herself to his dick as he stroked himself onto her face. “Open your mouth and say, ‘Ah!’”

Andrea obeyed. Moaning, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to catch Mike’s semen. “Ahhhhh!” She even lifted her blouse to show off her breasts to him. She imagined she did it to protect her uniform, but her own raw, animal passion was not lost on her. In the heart, she knew that she hungered for their shared pleasure. Mike swelled in her face, and when he came, he rained semen down across her body and brought her a climax of her own to accompany his.

Dizzy with lust and overcome with gratitude for the orgasm he gave her, Andrea repaid the pleasure by slurping him back into her mouth. She sucked him dutifully, swallowing his thick semen in the process. When finished, she felt numb save for the pleasure he gave her and the warmth of his semen in his belly. Mike, meanwhile, stroked the last of his sperm into her mouth as if milking himself. Then, taking her by the head, he eased himself back into her throat. Andrea stared him in the eyes as she took him.

“Good girl,” Mike said, smiling. “Suck my dick good.”

He released her and Andrea held him in her throat. Semen sticking across her face and warming her skin, she felt like she was his. He had marked her, and she had enjoyed the marking. Releasing him, she dislodged thick ribbons of saliva which kept them connected. Mike remained plump and fell heavily against his muscular thighs. She wanted to suck him again, to make him hard and throat him to climax a second time, but she was covered in sperm and knew the office had cameras in it.

Besides, she thought, Mike was still awful, and he didn’t deserve more than she had already given him. Glaring up at him, she coughed. “Get out.” Her throat was raw and sticky, and it was difficult to form words.

Mike grinned at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

Andrea tried to clear her throat. When that failed, she swallowed the semen sticking to her throat instead. “I said: Get. Out!” She fixed him with a glare and swore that his dick receded. Even then, he remained longer than Bryan by at least a dick-length. It was almost laughable to compare the two and, staring at his dick, she felt herself soften a bit. Her hunger eased her frustration, and she sighed. “Just...go, Mike, and don’t come back in here until I’m gone, okay?”

Mike, holding his pants by the open fly, hesitated. “So, I’m not fired?”

She eyed his dick and said, “No.” Her voice was distant, as if in a dream. “No, Mike, you’re not fired. I just...Go. Organize the supply shed or something. I’ll be gone soon.”

“Uh, O-Okay,” said Mike, and he did up his pants and left. He thought he might have pushed it too far and, leaving the office and Andrea covered in his sperm and looking melancholy, he still had that fear.

Andrea lingered in his sperm. Her office and her smelled like him now. She didn’t dislike it, but she feared what it represented. Mike had assaulted her twice now, and her only thought was how much bigger he was than Bryan. Her blouse was ruined, and her pussy was wet.

She cleaned and left without seeing Mike again. At home, she fingered herself in the shower while thinking of him and, in bed, she slept with her back to Bryan. Their relationship was ruined like their blouse, and as she drifted off, she was still thinking of Mike.