2 comments/ 7656 views/ 2 favorites Degrees of Choice By: AlwaysDancing In the beginning, Kevin made a choice. Four years later, Rhonda wrapped her naked legs around his waist, lifting her perfect ass to accept his thrust deeper. "Oh, my god, your cock is amazing," she breathed against his neck. In the beginning, Kevin tried to tell himself that he didn't make the choice to cheat on his girlfriend. It just happened. It was probably better to say that someone else had made the decision for him; someonewho was a fantastic kisser with gorgeous tits. Right now, Rhonda was his choice. Rhonda wasn't something that just happened. Four years later, he was calling the shots. The condom covering his cock was demonstrative of his control over the moment. Clenching his jaw, suppressing a grunt, Kevin pinned Rhonda's hands above her head. His cock throbbed and hardened as he fucked deeper into her pussy. His balls tightened with a familiar ache. "Mmm, your pussy is amazing, baby." "Fuck me harder, Kevin. God ... fuck me ... harder." Kevin growled as he leaned into her, pressing his lips into her neck, obliging with harder thrusts. "Yes. I love it when you fuck me like that." Kevin rolled his eyes. Did she ever stop talking? It didn't really matter. He was bored with her. She had a great ass and fantastic legs. But her tits, while large, never hung quite right to turn him on. And her ability to fuck was just too banal. Still, sometimes he just had to bust a nut and he was close. "I know you like it. You like it hard like this. Deep like this." "Yes, oh my god, yes. God, I'm going to ... going to cum." Thank god. It was definitely past time to be done with this. Rhonda growled and moaned a few words he couldn't understand before she went quiet, holding her breath. Her body tensed. Kevin pumped a few more times against her before he filled the condom with his cum. Did she cum? Or was he too quick? Whatever. A quick kiss punctuated the moment before they disentangled their sweaty bodies. He removed the condom and tossed it recklessly over the side of the bed. Rhonda draped her thighs over his body. She always liked to cuddle afterwards. He just wanted to get dressed and home in time for dinner with the wife. "Baby, making love to you is, I don't know, it's the most beautiful thing." He smiled. She really did have a pretty face. "Sure it is," he smirked. "I'm serious. Nobody has ever made me feel like that." They all said some variation on that. He doubted it was true. And then she sighed. Not the contented sexual bliss sort of sigh. No, this was the sigh that warned of moping words ahead. "I hate that you wear your wedding ring when we make love, though." She brushed her nails lightly over his chest. "Couldn't you take it off?" "I am married, babe." "I know, but ... well, couldn't you just take it off?" Kevin twisted his neck to check the time on the bed side clock. Next he looked toward the floor where his clothes were piled. It wasn't just time to leave; it was time to get out. Rhonda just didn't get that being his mistress was really good for her. Now it was clear she wanted more. More than he was going to give her. Looking back at her he lied far too easily. "Maybe I can." Lying there in their last naked moment together, Kevin didn't feel guilt. Not precisely. But he couldn't help but wonder at what point in his life he had become such a shit. That point was four years earlier. Laura wasn't beautiful per se. Her face was too hard and worn. But her flirty green eyes and mischievous smile certainly didn't hurt. The guys agreed that her body, hidden by her work clothes, must be so fucking hot. Butterface. As much as Kevin hated the expression, he was compelled to agree with it. Everything looked good but her face. Laura baked the donuts in the morning at the Fill R Up Gas Station and Convenience Store. At that time, Kevin was just a shift manager there, working his way up. Sure, it wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills. It was late morning on a cold February day when Kevin stopped making choices. In a twist of fate, if he hadn't taken out the trash that day, sending one of the other staff instead, perhaps everything would be different four years later. But it had been a tough morning, and he wanted to get out of the store for a moment. Hoisting the last trash bag into the dumpster, Kevin spied Laura walking over, puffing on a cigarette. "Joey said you were taking out the trash." "Yup. I needed to get out of there for a second." "Speaking of getting out of here, I'm all done. Can I go?" "Sure," Kevin yawned into the cold air. "Big plans?" "Not really. I'm mad at my boyfriend so you know he's not getting any of this today." Kevin's eyes dropped to her breasts, but only for a moment. It was rude to leer at women and he hated doing it. Quickly snapping his head up, he asked, "Trouble in paradise?" Laura looked shyly down, taking another drag on the cigarette. "Just the same ole. I'm tired of being ignored. I stand in front of him completely naked but he barely notices. He just sits there playing his fucking video games; pardon my French. Then when he comes to bed, he barely kisses me, grabs my boobs a little, throws on a condom and throws it in." Kevin stared wide eyed at Laura, a bit embarrassed by the nature of the conversation. Still, it was guy code to always play it cool. "Yeah, I like kissing my girl but she's just not into it as much as I am." Now, that just didn't seem to fit what she was saying at all. But he figured if he was toning down the conversation before steering it in a harmless direction. In fact he was about to say something like, "Well, I hope you have a better day," when Laura jarred everything back to something more flirtatious. "That's too bad. I bet you're a great kisser." Kevin flinched. Don't panic. Just say something clever, share a moment of uncomfortable silence and get back inside to work. "Too bad you don't have the guts to find out." That definitely was not the clever line he was searching for. Laura smirked and flicked her cigarette away. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. Kevin was frozen in place by her laughing eyes as she grabbed him by his winter coat and pulled him close to her. Close enough to lift her lips to his. There was a breath or two when Kevin could have pulled away, but he didn't. He told himself that he couldn't. Her lips were so soft in the moment they first kissed. Laura's tiny mouth pulsed against his mouth before her lips parted and her tongue invaded his mouth. Kevin's stomach churned as he tasted the cigarette she had just been dragging on. He was about to push her away when suddenly he was struck like thunder by how great this kiss was. His tongue was dueling of its own accord with hers. His lips were tingling. His cock was swelling. No, it wasn't a full blown iron hard on, but there was something happening down there in his pants. He was only a muscle twitch from reaching for her ass and really getting into the kiss when she pulled away, her hands still holding his coat. "You are a good kisser." She smiled, licked her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow." And she left. Three AM came too damn early for Kevin, but his girlfriend, Stacey, had to get to the hospital for her shift. He woke up with her, made a pot of coffee and kissed her lovingly goodbye. He felt incredibly guilty about what happened the day prior with Laura, but he figured it was just one moment in time and if it didn't happen again, there was no need to confess the incident to Stacey. But would Laura be cool? Kevin was sure that she would. After all, he had prompted the kiss. Maybe not on purpose, but if he hadn't dared her it never would have happened. Yeah, he was definitely going to have to talk to her. She'd probably be at the store soon to make the donuts. Kevin didn't have to be there until a few minutes before five in order to unlock the doors for the day's customers, but he could go in a little early. Kevin pulled into the parking lot of Fill R Up at eight minutes past four in the morning. "Wow, you're here kind of early," Laura grinned as he walked into the bakery area in the back of the store. "Yeah, I just wanted to knock out some paper work I was behind on," he lied. There really wasn't much paperwork at all for his job. But it looked like she had a lot to do before they opened and he didn't want to get in her way. So, he slinked off to the office and tried to keep himself busy. Fifteen minutes later he was bored out of his mind. Still, Laura had kept herself focused on her job, instead of following him to the office. That was a good sign. Kevin shoved his hands into his pockets and nervously strolled back to the bakery area. "How's it going?" Laura didn't look up from her work. "It's going fine. This is a pretty easy job." The moment was horrible for Kevin as he just stood there for an entirely too long and uncomfortable silence. "So, about yesterday," he began. Laura paused to look up. She had a sly half smile. "Are you going to tell me it can't happen again?" She was so calm and relaxed. To her it was nothing more than a kiss. To Laura, it was a care free moment in time that bore no consequence. "Well, I have a girl friend. And it's kind of serious with us, you know. And I just can't risk screwing that up. And if people here started talking, shit, that would just not be cool." She really wasn't that pretty. This was going easier than he thought it was going to go. His stomach wasn't even knotted. Clearing the air like this at the very start of the day was the best thing he could have done. "No problem, Kevin. It was just a kiss and won't happen again," she smiled. And then she licked her lips with that cute slender tongue. "Or did you just mean we should be discreet?" Laura's smile was wicked. It taunted him ... dared him. His stomach turned, signaling the weakening of his resolve. The familiar swelling of his cock warned him to step away before it was too late. It was already too late. No. No, it wasn't. She wasn't making a move on him. Laura was just standing there, patiently smiling. It was his move. Whatever he did, she would be fine with. Kevin's head was swimming. Was he dizzy? Was that why he was swaying? Was he going to faint? No. He wasn't swaying at all. He was tilting. Shit. His mind was fogging over, but he was undoubtedly leaning towards Laura. Laura no longer smiled. As she stepped into Kevin, her eyes half closed, darkening to a stormy green. The moment was impossibly slow as she lifted her head to his. Her lips parted slightly and the tip of her tongue was barely visible. Her hand reached out to hold his arm and from there to slide up to his shoulder. The touch, so simple, was incredibly erotic as they drew nearer. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Only a breath separated their lips. His stomach suffered a tempest of anxiety as he realized he had to control the moment immediately. Kevin opened his mouth to speak, ready to put the force of thunder behind his intentions. He was ready to draw a line in the sand. Hold on. If he spoke, the moment and all the exhilarating electricity it harnessed would be over. That was the point, wasn't it? Of course it was, but there was no need to sunder so harshly the sudden sexual high between them. There was no need to create days of awkward tension. Take control. Take control right now. Just don't speak. In that rush of incongruous logic, the kind of human logic that only makes sense in the moments that harm the most, Kevin made the choice not speak, but rather to act. With a sudden set jaw, he reached for the hand on his shoulder and clutched her wrist aggressively. In fear and alarm, Kevin looked into Laura's green eyes. Was he too aggressive? Was this assault? He should have just stepped away. Why didn't he grab her wrist with his other arm to create a barrier between them? Because she was so close, he might have hit her face; which certainly would have been assault. Fuck, she was close. He could almost ... almost ... feel the heave of her breasts against him. He could certainly already smell the morning's cigarette on her breath. It was time to stop. It was time to not just grab hold of the moment but to push it away. All of these thoughts rushed through his head in a blink of time. As fast as Kevin's head was firing, his heart was beating even faster. And as fast as his heart was beating, his lungs failed to take a single breath. Maybe that was why he was caught off guard when Laura gasped. Her hypnotic green eyes widened in momentary alarm when he took hold of her wrist. Her muscles tensed in alarm only for that blink of time that Kevin's head was thumping with too many thoughts. She probably didn't have the same confusion rattling around her mind. Rather, she melted against him. Ever muscle in her body seemed to soften in a feminine counter to his aggression. Her breasts now pressed fully against his chest. And their lips touched. Again. The ashy cigarette taste was there again. Once again, it quickly dissolved beneath the beauty of Laura's kissing. Her diminutive tongue flicked past his lips in a sultry tease before pressing invasively; pushing deeper into his mouth to duel with his tongue. Fucking God, she could kiss. Why couldn't his girlfriend kiss like this? There it was. Kevin spared a thought for Stacey and felt no remorse at all. Her full breasts crushed into his chest made her seem all the softer, and it made Kevin all the harder. Without thought, he reached for her ass to pull more of her against him. Laura cooed as she ground against his swelling cock. Brakes, brakes, brakes; where were the fucking brakes? Kevin looked up at the clock over Laura's shoulder. There was probably fifteen minutes before anybody else came in, maybe ten. Laura started to twist out of her work shirt and the shirt underneath. She lifted them above her bra and then curled her bra over her breasts. Fuck, but they were perfect. Kevin didn't know a damn thing about cup sizes but his instincts didn't give a fuck. His mouth watered while beholding the full sized cream colored breasts before him. The bra, not quite out of the picture, forced her breasts together. His twitching cock was begging to push between Laura's cleavage. Fuck, but they were perfect. Not like Stacey's tiny, giant-nippled mammaries. Damn it, stop thinking of Stacey. No! Keep thinking of Stacey. Keep thinking of Stacey and the clock. Someone was going to be there in ten minutes. Wait. He was the one that was supposed to be there in ten minutes. There was actually twenty minutes of privacy. Was that right? Looking at her breasts it seemed impossible to keep it straight. Split the difference. Fifteen minutes. Kevin caressed both sides of Laura's curvy and feminine waist. He smiled wolfishly as he moved his hands slowly up towards her breasts. Somewhere behind the lust fog and the squeaking of the hamster wheel turning over and over in his head, a yellow eyed predator was pleased with the way Laura held her breath with her mouth agape. Kevin's hands were then upon her breasts, hefting them from beneath. They were the perfect amount of weight. He could nearly hear the predator leering from behind the haze in his head as he squeezed tighter. Laura made no sound. She was a taught body of lust and pleasure and nothing more. Kevin, not too gently, rolled her nipple between his fingers, and at last Laura gasped. The erotic escape of air from her lips was like a shot in the air, starting the horses to thunder their beating hooves into the dirt of the track. Kevin's mouth lunged for her breast. Laura growled somewhere between a whisper and a cry as his kiss latched on. Her hands clutched the back of his head, weaving and tugging through his hair. Kevin's mouth pulsed and sucked and bit against both of Laura's breasts in turn. His ears pricked to the sound of her heavy breathing, a lusty uneven expiation of passion, arousing his own need by degree. Kevin grunted against her swollen nipple. Of course she knew to not speak. She knew just how to keep him mesmerized by her spell of sex. She didn't break the magic with insecure dirty talk. "Just like that." "Oh, that feels so good." "Do you like my tits, baby?" Nothing like that. Those words were hot when Stacey said them. But Laura's magic of lust sighs and moans and groans made him hotter and harder than he had been with Stacey in far too long. The stream of conscious thought pushed back the predator passion he was feeling and he pulled away from Laura's breasts, settling his hands around her waist once again. With heaving chests and equally hungry eyes, they stared at one another. Kevin's head was reeling, but not so much that he wasn't acutely aware of the blood pumping directly to his cock. Fuck, fuck and triple fuck. How was he going to bring this to its conclusion? They couldn't have intercourse. Intercourse? Call it what it was. Fuck. They couldn't fuck. He didn't have a condom, and ... well, they just couldn't. It wouldn't be right. Not like they had done anything right that morning. Kevin couldn't suppress a smile. The predator within told him that much of what he was doing to her was just perfect. And she wasn't making many sexual missteps either. A quick glance at the clock once more told them they were almost out of time. Now, certainly, they had ten minutes at best. Maybe he could just smile and walk away. That would be mysterious and face saving. Later on they could have the talk. Later on he could be firm in the way he approached her. Of course, he was quite firm just then. Laura smiled and nodded. What did that mean? The answer came as Laura unsnapped her jeans in the same motion of kicking off her shoes. Kevin spared another look at the clock. This wasn't going to work, and now his stomach was once more knotted as all the wrong alarms sounded throughout his body. Only his cock insisted that everything would be fine. Just make her cum, the wolf inside him growled. Just make her cum and then you can stop. You have time for that. He was sure that he did. He knew his deft touch would be magic on her clit. He knew her wet pussy was going to yield to his ministrations. He knew he could play her. Make her cum and then he could walk away. Then the moment would be complete like it was meant to be. Kevin reached down her panties, one finger easing through the folds of her wet pussy. Her pubic hair was fuzzy-soft like a peach. Obviously it was her norm to shave her pussy clean and merely hadn't in the last few days. Stacey kept her bush trim, but there was always a bush. In that moment, Kevin decided he liked the idea of a shaven pussy. The folds of her pussy weren't just wet, but swollen. Her clit protruded and it was easy to find. Not like Stacey's pussy. Stacey's pussy was more like a rose that refused to bloom and needed some coaxing. Laura's pussy was open and receptive and inviting. Kevin couldn't wait. He hurried to slide two fingers deep inside her pussy, curling his touch to rub where he knew her mythical g-spot would be. Laura growled, and when her green eyes rolled up, the wolf within howled. Kevin pressed his body against her, pinning his hand inside her pussy, his fingers twisting and pulling. He kissed her almost violently, and she mewled in response. He was only dimly aware of her hands pushing her panties down somewhere near her ankles. They kissed furiously, both of them gasping for air in short groans when they could. There was an urgency to their passion, even as he meticulously and carefully pulled his fingers from her pussy to rub his thumb over her clit. Her eyes rolled up again. Fuck, but he was starting to love that about her. He imagined every upward roll of her green fiery eyes was a step closer to her orgasm. And fuck if it didn't make him harder. Laura sensed it, too, and started tugging at his belt. Oh, yes, his cock was begging to be freed. His cock was begging to plunge into this pussy. His cock was begging to explode. Degrees of Choice No. That wasn't going to happen. He was going to get her off and then they would be done. They only had about eight minutes, and he was sure he could make her scream. She started to tug his slacks down, just enough to get to his boxers. Those were soon tugged down as well. Their lips were still locked. Let her stroke him. He probably wouldn't cum, but at least he could get a little pleasure if not release. Laura hoisted herself up on the table behind her. Kevin followed, not breaking the passion of their dueling tongues. She was the most amazing kisser and he was beginning to wonder if he could ever get enough of her. Of course he could. He was just in the moment. That was all. She was tugging on his cock, now. Not soft or gently. She was pulling on it not much differently than the way he would stroke himself. Oh, god, there was a lot of pre-cum already. Stacey couldn't milk him like that. Stacey couldn't turn him into a beast. Stacey couldn't get him out of his head. But staying in his head is what he needed to do. Laura, he realized, wasn't pulling at his cock to stroke him with pleasure. Laura was trying to pull his cock into her pussy. He wasn't making it hard on her by thrusting instinctually with her tugs. The head of his cock grazed her wet folds. The table was too high. His cock wasn't going to be able to slip inside. He was safe. Just get her off. Let your thumbs do their magic. Listen to her mewl. Feel her breasts heave. Notice how her kiss is getting a bit more distracted. She's getting close. Laura tugged some more, and somehow she got more of his cock against her pussy. He growled against her lips. She tugged again. And now Kevin was leaning against the table between her thighs. He was standing on his toes. Her hands had her cock trapped perfectly against the opening of her pussy. She leaned back, pushing her pussy closer to the edge of the table. Their eyes were locked, sharing looks of consenting lust. His head was screaming otherwise at him. Don't let her do it. She has you, pull away. You don't have a condom. Is she a slut? She must be. She sleeps around. You're going to catch something you don't want. You're going to get her pregnant. You can't afford to deal with it. You can't afford to cross that line. Don't. Don't cross that line. Despite the screaming in his head, and the return of the flipping and turning stomach, Kevin was hypnotized as he looked down at his cock in her hands. He never realized how small and pretty her hands were. He never felt harder or even larger. Already the very tip of his cock was out of his view, pressed just inside of her. It wasn't too late. The head of his cock had not really penetrated at all. He could still push away from her. The clock confirmed that he should. He spared a look at her face. She was biting her lip. Her green eyes searched his for a decision. But he was paralyzed somewhere between the wolf and his screaming mind. He could make no decision. Laura could. She did. One more time, she pulled upon his cock, guiding and pushing it through her pussy. Her eyes seemed almost serene as they once more rolled up. The wolf within howled again, and Kevin thrust his cock to the hilt. They both groaned. Kevin's stomach turned in a horrible fit of nausea. As he held still deep inside of her, Kevin watched her green eyes. They were full of passion and lust and desire. Could she read his mind through his eyes? Did she know what he was thinking? How late is too late? If she had an STD, could he pull out now and be safe? They never really talked about the in health class; probably because nobody ever pulls out. Kevin's stomach was knotting so much it was beginning to cramp. He felt his body drifting away from Laura's. His hard on was waning. His heartbeat was slowing. It was like he was slipping into a coma. Part of his mind smirked at that notion. He may as well slip into a coma. His life was over. Wasn't it? If his life was over, Laura was keeping him on life support. Her pussy squeezed and pulled on his cock. Her hands reached for his face and gently pulled him forward for a lingering and gentle kiss. In the quickened heartbeat of that kiss, Kevin and Laura began to fuck. His cock glided slowly in and out of her pussy. Her pussy pulled and squeezed around his cock. Making love to Stacey didn't feel like this. Stacey's pussy just ... received. Laura's pussy fucked him back. Kevin stopped kissing Laura to brush his cheek against hers. He kissed her ears and then her neck. Her breath was heated as he nibbled to her collar bone. His hands pushed up her shirt and bra a little higher and he kissed her breasts. The angle was awkward and it pulled his cock half way from her pussy. Still he thrust against her. Laura gasped. Without looking he could tell her eyes were rolling upward. Laura's nipples were small against the bite of his teeth. Even around his lips, the fullness of her breasts was amazing and perfect and it made him harder. Everything about her made him harder. Fuck it. If he was going to go to hell, this one time he was going to live in bliss. Just this one time. Time? He pulled away from her breasts to check the clock. Four minutes. It was time to stop. There really was no choice. The damn ticking of the clock would not stop. Neither would Laura's breathing; or the heaving of her breasts. Was she close? Kevin spared another look at the clock and quickly down to Laura's face, her eyes now closed in passion. He grabbed her ass possessively. It was perfect and round and full in his hands. Of course it was. He pulled her tight against him and thrust as deep and hard as he could. Finally, Kevin fucked her properly with hard punctuated thrusts. Laura wasn't a screamer. But her quickened breathing and moans and groans were hotter than falsetto love cries. He thrust harder. Kevin was all too suddenly aware how close he himself was to cumming. The tip of his cock tingled and his balls were achingly tight against the root of his shaft. "Are you on the pill?" Laura half opened her eyes and managed to whisper, "No." "Is it, um, a safe time of the month," he tripped over the words. "You probably shouldn't cum inside me." "We should stop." Laura didn't answer. She merely looked lustfully at him. Her mouth was hanging wide. Her stomach was trembling. Her hands were pushing against the edge of the table to get as much of his cock into her pussy as possible. They were running out of time. Kevin thrust as hard into her as he could. His cock convulsed and he groaned. He knew a squirt of his pre cum had just kissed her womb. Fuck. The incessant clock was screaming at him. His fear of impregnating was screaming at him. The ache in his calves from standing tippy toed was screaming at him. His conscience was not to be heard. But the wolf was there, shutting down all these screams with a primal howl. Make her cum. Kevin thrust still harder. Make her cum hard. He clutched her breast and squeezed it almost violently. Give her the greatest fucking of her life. Laura stopped breathing. She trembled. She shook. Her head tilted back. Her eyes rolled up. Her pussy squeezed and convulsed. Laura came gloriously. Kevin's cock was twitching dangerously. He clenched his jaw and tried to focus on the spasm in her pussy rather than the ache in his balls. Hold it back a little longer; fuck her through to her finish. Laura's jaw trembled and she breathed at last. Her body began to relax. Kevin thrust one more dangerous time before summoning all of his will to beat back the wolf and rip his cock from her pussy. The air was cool around his wet cock which throbbed in a seeming effort to return to Laura's body. He stepped away, clenching both of his fists and growling in extreme frustration. His cock pointed out, glistening with Laura's juice and his pre cum dribbled uselessly to the floor. Laura giggled with a beautiful, lazy glow. "I'm sorry, baby." She called him, 'baby.' It made him relax a little. There was a strange serenity in the next two minutes as they silently adjusted their clothes. They helped one another break out the cleaning supplies and laid it on thick to cut down on any sex smell that might linger in the air. Somehow the store opened on time. For the first hour, Kevin was a ball of nerves, tension and regret ... and blue balls. It was the thriller short story of the Tell Tale Cock. Did the rest of the crew know? Did the customers know? Couldn't Laura stop smiling at him? Did her green eyes have to twinkle like that? The morning went on and gave way to the lunch hour. His shoulders relaxed. His stomach eased. Laura went home and he began to think of Stacey. There was no guilt in his heart, rather a great sense of relief in the belief that he was going to get away with it. The song was right, the one that said he was only sorry he got caught. Well, it was a one-time thing. There were no more worries. The lunch hour passed. Kevin slipped away to take his first piss of the day. Alone in the bathroom, he unzipped his fly. The smell of sex hit him immediately. Looking down, his cock was love swollen and still seemed to glisten with traces of fucking Laura. First his stomach knotted. That feeling faded and his cock began to grow, temporarily impeding his stream of urine. His balls started to thrum, demanding release. Kevin couldn't help it. He shook it more than twice. But before he could get a good rhythm going, he shrugged it off and zipped up. This was dumb. He was almost done with work and then he could go home to Stacey. Methodically, he realized that his first order of business was either to take a shower or to get his cock into her pussy right away to cover the evidence. His stomach churned violently. He couldn't fuck Stacey. The threat of an STD loomed over him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! The rest of his shift was a repeat of the morning's ball of nerves, tension and regret. When finally the time came to slip to the back office and hammer out the paperwork, he finally began to get his nervous system together. "Hey," a beautiful woman's voice sounded from beside him. Kevin tensed. It was Laura. From his third-rate office chair he turned around and tried to smile as genuinely as he could. "Hey." She looked down, demurely averting her eyes. "I'm here to pick up my paycheck." "You haven't got it yet," he tried to sound disinterested. "Nope." Kevin scribbled a few numbers down for his shift ending report. "Give me a second." Laura half sat on the edge of his desk. "Take your time." Kevin tried to ignore the sultry sound in her voice as he spun in his chair to face her. "Oh. Hey, don't take this the wrong way; but this morning when we um, you know." "Mmmhmm?" "We didn't use a condom or anything. And, well ... I know that I'm clean and don't have anything to um, catch or anything." "I'm clean, too." Kevin wasn't sure. She didn't hesitate. She didn't answer too quickly. She certainly didn't seem insulted. "Okay," he smiled, not sure that it was as he turned back to the paperwork at hand. "Baby, you're tense," Laura noted, moving behind him and resting her hands on his shoulders. Kevin wanted to let her massage his shoulders. He wanted to go with this moment and let the tension melt away. Instead, he jumped out of his chair. "Wait, wait, wait." Laura seemed genuinely alarmed. "It's just a back rub." Kevin responded so quickly, the consonants of his words nearly ran together into a blur of vowels. "I can't afford to have anybody talking about us." "Nobody's watching." God, she had a beautiful smile. Kevin couldn't help but smile back as he moved past her to stand in the door way. His eyes motioned for her to follow. When she joined him on the threshold to the office, he looked up to a monitor hanging over the desk. It was divided into nine pictures that used security cameras to reveal the entire store. "Those cameras are connected to the home office. I mean, chances are that nobody is watching; but they might be." Laura turned to look at the monitor, leaning her body back against Kevin. Kevin, his eyes still on the monitor, made sure that the only other employee on the clock was still pinned at the cash register. His pants were already beginning to bulge when he reached to hold both of Laura's breasts. She pressed even more against him. Kevin's lips touched her neck only a moment before his right hand moved quickly down and slipped beneath her pants and then her panties. Laura seemed to melt against his body as she unfastened her belt and the snap of her jeans, making it easy for Kevin to find her clit. Kevin's cock strained harder against his slacks, pressing into Laura's ass. She was wet already and all he could think about was sliding inside of her again. He glanced up at the camera. The coast was still clear and he circled his touch around her clit before he went lower and hooked his fingers into the opening of her pussy. Laura gasped. "Shhh," he admonished her. Laura seemed to try, keeping her noise to the level of heavy breathing. He wished that he could take her right there. His balls seemed to throb and he could feel the cool wet patch of pre cum smeared into his boxers. He closed his eyes to try and calm himself. Even as Kevin tried to relax, Laura doubled over, held up by Kevin's grasp upon her pussy. She was trembling and holding her breath. She was cumming so powerfully and so quickly against the assault of his touch. Kevin barely spared a thought for Stacey and how she seemed so unwilling to orgasm sometimes. Kevin barely spared a thought for anything at all. He didn't let Laura come down at all from her euphoric high before he pulled his hand away and desperately worked his belt and pulled his pants down. Laura was quick to catch on and wiggled her pants and panties down just enough. She grabbed the door frame in front of her and leaned back at just the right angle. From there, what happened next was simple. Kevin made no attempt to line his cock with her opening. He simply thrust and her pussy was simply in the right place. Rather, then growl or moan or groan, Kevin and Laura held their breath. Kevin clenched his teeth, grabbed Laura's ass with both hands and began to pump steadily and deep inside her. Somehow she seemed tighter than this morning. It wasn't just that she was tighter; the muscles of her pussy seemed to be squeezing harder. It was only a few thrusts before Kevin could feel his orgasm rising. It had been brewing all morning, and he was hardly surprised to feel it rush upon him so quickly. Laura was working on another orgasm of her own from the way she was beginning to convulse around his cock. He didn't care. He was fucking for his own sake. He was using her pussy. He grabbed her ass harder to thrust deeper. A few more strokes and he would pull out and spurt his seed all over her back, her shirt, the floor. It didn't matter where it went. "Oh, god," Laura gasped. "Shhh, we have to be quiet." He couldn't believe how calm he sounded. He bent over to line up with her figure and to reach under her shirt for her breast. It was perfect in his hand. He squeezed her breast. She trembled and her pussy was a vice on his cock. He felt his face flush and his mind swirl. His muscles tensed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, he was close. Too close. He pulled her hard against him by her breast, thrusting three more times with tremendous power before holding painfully still inside of her. His taut cock trembled on the edge of explosive disaster. He held his own breath, unable and unwilling to hold back the orgasm that swelled his cock. His cock pulsed and thickened until it stopped pulsing and trembling. It was expanded and full and as painfully hard as it could be. He began to pull his shaft safely out of her pussy. Yet, as his cock slid outwards, her pussy milked him back in. Kevin slammed one more time into her pussy, pounding her womb. His orgasm erupted, hosing her cervix with his hot seed. There was no control as he rocked into her in sync with the jets of cum spewing from his cock. Thrust after thrust after spurt after thrust, he unloaded. Then it was over. They disengaged, righted their clothing and looked uncertainly at each other. Kevin pursed his lips. "I'm sorry for, you know cumming inside of you." "Don't worry about it," she smiled. She touched his chest and like that she was off. Four years later, Kevin was getting dressed after having fucked Rhonda. Cheating is cheating and it's a shitty thing to do to Stacey. So, that morning with Laura was likely the day he started to evolve into the piece of work that he had become. He and Laura fucked frequently over the next six months. He realized how lucky he was that he didn't catch anything, that she never became pregnant despite those six months of careless sex, and that Laura never asked to be more than a co-worker with benefits. And they never were caught. When Laura left, moving to another state, Kevin thought he would play it straight. That of course didn't happen. Rhonda wasn't the first mistress that he had developed. He now didn't pretend at all that she would be the last. Because actions, he found, are easier to live with when you make the choice yourself.