I Realized That I Had Been Used

I was just reminiscing about an incident that happened some 18 years ago and thinking about how it still confuses me and yet fascinates me to this day. So there was this girl I'll call Lori for the sake of privacy who was a few years older than me at the time, about 36 or 37 I believe. She was a shift manager where I worked, and I probably averaged a couple of days a week that I had to work under her. She was a bit of a b**** for lack of a better word. Like she never made anything easy for anyone, and she would even admit to being one proudly. Like she would order someone to do something that everyone hates and doesn't really need to be done and then say, "Yeah, I know I'm a b****,” with a tone of pride. Now she wasn't hateful like that 24/7, she socialized with everyone, but even then she had this body language and tone to her voice that came off as cold and rarely smiled or joked that I can ever recall. But aside from her moments of making you do stuff you hate, you could generally get along with her but I always felt the cold shoulder and I genuinely think that she probably thought that she was better than everyone.

She knew that she was attractive and came off like she did with that aura of overconfidence, as almost arrogant without a care in the world. She most closely resembles actress Amy O'Neill in the face, blonde hair and all but straight cut to the neck line because I remember after first meeting her that I immediately started thinking of Amy in that movie "White Wolves" since her face is so similar. When she had an issue with her car, I told her that it was probably an oxygen sensor, like a $60 part plus labor and I used to work on cars a lot but lost interest yet still knew how to do the basics. She wanted me to change it out for her, and it's not a big deal, told her $20 which is cheaper than any auto shop for sure.  I pick up the part, go there, and she wanted me there at like 6 pm or something, and I was like 15 minutes late, like who cares right? Well she did and when answering the door just kinda stared at me saying nothing. Slightly shocked and no smile, no hello nothing so I said, "I got your part," and she just walked away and left the door open. 'Hm, okay,' I thought. I followed her in, and then she said while still walking away from me towards the kitchen, "You're late," and I told her that I had to go get the right part. Thinking to myself "damn what a b***" already regretting helping her out. She tells me to sit down almost like an order then proceeds to wash dishes. So I'm just sitting there staring at whatever was on TV while waiting for her to do the dishes.

She's facing away from me in the kitchen and I say, "Well I can get that part on while you're busy,"  and she goes, "No, that wasn't the problem. The engine light went off and it's running fine. You can take it back."  I wasn't about to argue with her, so I got up to leave and said, "Okay well if it goes off again I can swap it out at work or something," and she then stops what she's doing and says, "No sit down, have something to drink," and opens up a bottle of beer from the fridge in a rather insistent manner. Well she already opened it and seemed insistent, so I didn't feel right refusing. Before I finished, she opened another, then another. I'm like hey I gotta drive and I tell her, "Okay last one." 

She sits down, puts her feet behind my back and says her feet are cold. Then she just laid there watching TV. After the show was finished, she sat up close to me and leaned in, and we started kissing. I realized then that this was all a setup to get me here alone. I was surprised because there was no indication she thought of me like that, but sure, she's pretty hot and a great body, so I'll roll with it. After some moments she stops and whispers, "I want to f** you," and I got pretty excited because, hell, this doesn't happen too often and it's flattering. I agree, so she leads me into a bedroom and tells me to take my clothes off, she was going to freshen up. So I get naked, lay there and look around while I edge myself to stay hard while I'm waiting. There's a picture right there on the dresser of her and some guy and I look around some more and there's men's shoes near the bed. In fact, there are several items indicating that a guy lives here that I didn't notice prior. I realized that I didn't really know her that well and had no idea if she's single or not or who these items belong to. Still not sure, actually but was realizing how odd it is that I find myself here, naked in her bed of all people. She walks in wearing a long night shirt, carrying her pants and shoes, dropping them to the floor and asks if I'm ready. Then says "I prefer to be on top" and without batting an eye, mounts me and immediately starts going to town. I was kind of used to some foreplay, a little warm up, maybe a slow start and working up to it, but no, she's like straight up jackhammering me right off the bat and being quite loud with the moaning. Then, she sits up and slaps her hand on my chest with a loud "yes!" and squeezes my left chest so hard that it later bruised a greenish color. But I was glad that she was enjoying herself and found it all rather flattering and hot. She's grinding hard, and I raised her shirt to play with her breasts and just enjoyed the view. I remember thinking how pretty she was and hot she looked with her head back, mouth open, enjoying herself on me. Meanwhile, she used my left chest as a saddle horn, and it hurt like hell too, but I said nothing, I was just glad that she was enjoying herself and her pussy felt nice too. Not too wet, good friction and hugged like a silky rubber band.

This continued for what seemed like a long time. She finally let go of my chest and leaned back to hovering over me and never slowed down the slightest. Thrusting her hips like she's trying to break concrete, I could feel my pelvic area right above my penis start to get uncomfortable, so I tried to slide down a bit to relieve the pressure because she kept slamming her clit area down on that so hard that it just wasn't comfortable. But as soon as I did and made it two whole thrusts without discomfort, she slid her knees back and was right back in the same position. I guess she liked that firmer stop against her clit on the down thrust, so I just tolerated it, thinking not much longer. 

I was doing my best to hold out until she was done, which I got pretty good at over the years. I had moments where I had to think of something else for a minute to calm down that explosive feeling. After what seemed like forever, she told me that she wanted me to cum. I give her credit for her amazing stamina because there's no way I could jackhammer for a fraction of the time she did. She began repeating "cum"..."cum" and I had been holding back for so long that now it was going to take me a minute. Then she got commanding "hurry up and cum, give it to me" I said nothing, I was trying to focus, and I began staring at her face because she just had that look that would make any guy just want to blow a load in her mouth. She ramped it up a bit more and was pounding as hard and fast as she could which only made my pelvic area hurt that much more and that area too later became bruised as did the 2 bony spots on the hip sides of my pelvis, and I was almost there at this point when she suddenly stopped and sat up catching her breath. "Are you gonna cum or what?" she angrily stated. I told her that I was almost there and said sorry apologizing for taking so long. But that's what happens to me when I keep holding it back, I reach a point where it's like my balls are saying  "you keep stopping me so nope, now I don't wanna" But I didn't want her to think that the issue is her because it wasn't, her pussy felt great, and she's too high on the shelf for me to reach, but maybe I should've just finished the time prior when I felt the urge. So I told her "it's not you, I held myself back too many times so it's gonna take a minute, sorry"

She just gave me a scowl and said what was probably the hottest thing a girl ever told me. "I never had a guy not finish. you're not getting out of my pussy until you cum" and with that she began thrusting again and I guess those words were all it took because I felt the countdown. Ignition to fire in 8, 7, 6, 5... and with that I said "I'm gonna blow" and I tried to lift her off of me because I'm just used to pulling out anyway and she doubled down. Leaned her hips into me and put her hands on my chest to pin me down. I looked up at her, and she's looking down at me and said sternly "No, give it to me" I could feel her tighten up her thighs around my hips and a hard grip on my chest holding me in place. I had no leverage, couldn't sit up and I felt like a dying deer, struggling after being attached by the predator until it gives up and boom, boom, boom the explosive feeling shot out in spurts and it felt so great at that moment.  I felt my body just sink and relax as she squirmed her hips and squeezing her pelvic floor muscles. I finally stopped moving and felt her release her grip. Then the post nut clarity sank in, that thought and worry of what happens now and that feeling of lost hope that she doesn't get pregnant as I had no clue if she was on the pill or not.  All I could say was "ah, that really hurt my chest when you grabbed it like that" She just gave a short laugh as if it was funny and said nothing further. 

Then this awkward silence of her just staring at me. She sat there silently, staring at me like a hunter waiting to make sure that his prey is dead before approaching. She began lightly grinding her hips. I thought, 'nah, surely not. She's not going to want more" but I'll be damned if she didn't begin grinding harder and started moaning as if she was about to have another orgasm. She leaned over onto me and moved her legs alongside mine to where she was laying directly on me. She pulled up her shirt and mashed her boobs against mine, put her head over my shoulder and started humping harder. Well now it really wasn't comfortable because I get quite sensitive down there after ejaculating. I wanted her to be satisified but I reasoned that maybe she didn't realize how sensitive it gets afterwards for a guy so I calmly said "ya know it kinda hurts, it gets really sensitive after a guy finishes" and she lifted her head and said "I'm almost there, take it like a man". What else could I do? So I clenched my face and grit my teeth and as she said, took it like a man I guess. After a minute or so my dick just went numb and couldn't feel much of anything. I couldn't even tell if I was hard or not. Then she stopped briefly and gave a few last hip thrusts a few seconds apart as I felt her legs wrapped underneath mine squeezing and her body tense up. She relaxed and I thought, ah finally as she gasped quietly to catch her breath. Then She'd do another hip thrust and stop for another dozen seconds before doing it again. I didn't know what she was doing but thought she had to be getting sore as we've been at this for quite some time. She just laid there on top of me and occasionally squirm or thrust her hip. Then she sat up and tightened up her muscles, squeezing my dick and said "does that hurt?" I said "well it's not too comfortable" and she just gave a brief laugh like it was funny. She then pushed her finger into my mouth and told me to suck on it. So I did and it seemed to amuse her. She finally got off me but did something strange. She stuck her finger in herself to put a wad of my jizz on it, looked at it then tasted it and said "it's really salty, you should drink more water" then got off the bed and started putting her clothes on. I laid there to air out as my junk felt quite slimy hoping that she'd get me a towl or something. But no, she pulled her pants up and with a quick zip of the zipper she said very sternly "get dressed, you can go home now" My heart just kinda sank. So I did and she walked me to the door and I asked "so you wanna do something next weekend?" Just trying to figure out what happens from here. She just scoffed and said "I can't, I'm with someone. I already had you anyway, you're done" I didn't know what to say but I guess my face said it all then she said "don't give me that look, you got you some." as if I should be grateful. She looked annoyed since I was just standing there like I was lost. She clearly hoped that I would leave with no fuss and so she then her hand down my cheek and said "sorry sweetie, you were just prey, but you'll be fine" She reached in her pocket and pulled out a $20 bill and shoved it at me "here, that'll cover your labor cost I said I'd give for the car and don't tell anyone at work or I'll tell them that you have a little dick, now move your car before my boyfriend gets home" More or less shoving me out the door. I stood there in shock holding the money thinking 'wait, what did she pay me for again?" The following day was when I noticed the bruises. A spot on my chest turned green where she grabbed me and my pelvic area was bruised up from how hard she was riding and I have never before nor since been bruised up like that after sex.

I didn't say much to her at work, not that I did before either but I didn't know what to say and now I know what so many women have probably ran into with guys who just wanted one thing from them. But she went on as if nothing happened. I'd catch her eye on occasions and she just give me a pointed look for a moment then smirk and whip her head back to what she was doing. On one occasion she told me to go and finish putting away some inventory and make sure it's all dated correctly. She looked around to make sure no one else was near, moved in close to me, grabbed ahold of my jaw and pulled my head downward to look her in the eye and she said "Finish it thoroughly like I did you" with a smirk and walked away. On another occasion she smacked my chest as she walked by and said "does your chest still hurt?" followed with a laugh and quite a few times she would just blurt out a reminder saying" don't forget to drink more water", I guess as yet another reminder of that evening. I thought, 'wow, what a power move it is to just keep making little dominating remarks and that constant smirking, what even is that?  I was quite attracted to her though, even though she was still as b**y as ever to me, never giving me a break.  

Eventually we found other jobs and never heard from her since although I did try searching for her out of curiosity to see what they're up to these days as I have with all my previous partners of those that I could remember their name that is. Even though I felt a little heartbroken and used, I realized that I kinda liked it and like it even more today I think. There was something so hot about someone just using me like that but I did wish that I could have done it a few more times. So I occasionally relive that moment in my mind from time to time along with a few other partners I used to know from back when I was younger. Sometimes wish I had done things to make it work out a little different but I think many people do that as they get older. I have a few more stories I'll probably share soon, nothing too dramatic but interesting situations that I happened upon that were fun. Ah, to be young again.