I'm Not A Slut

Natasha sauntered into her fiance's company excitedly, happiness could be seen reflecting all over her face. She was carrying a lunchbox wherein the delicious food she had made for her fiancé was. 

She didn't even tell him she was coming over, she had wanted to surprise him. She walked straight to his office unchallenged. Afterall, everyone knows she's the CEO's fiancée. She twisted the knob of the office and walked in merrily. 

She was horrified and dumbstruck when she saw her fiancé pinning one of his employees against the office table and fucking her ruthlessly. They were both engrossed in their intimacy that they didn't notice a third party had joined them in the office.

"Sir!" The female employee being fucked was the first to sight Natasha. Fear and shame gripped her. Natasha's fiancé, Huxley twisted his head to the direction of the door and sighted Natasha. He pulled out at once and immediately stuck his manhood inside his trouser while the female employee adjusted her skirt and sped out hurriedly. 

"Why?" Natasha asked, tears blurring her vision, her heart hurting in an inexplicable manner. She felt like her world had suddenly collapsed. 

"You can't really blame me, Natasha. You know how much I wanted sex but you won't let us have it, I couldn't hold it anymore and and thereby fell into the seductive charms of one of my female staffs." 

"So you are saying it's my fault?" She cried in agony even more. He couldn't even accept the fact that he was wrong. He still had the gut to put the blame on her. "Our engagement is cancelled!" She turned in anguish. Her heart aching terribly even as she wobbled her feet away from the office.

As she approached her car, her heavy heart felt like a thousand pins were being punctured inside. Then her phone rang and seeing that the caller ID was the doctor attending to her sick mother, she answered it. 

"Ms. Natasha, I think you should come over to the hospital." 

"What's wrong? What's the matter? Tell me what happened right now. How's my mom?" 

There was a long minutes of frustrating silence and then the doctor's voice came through, "she's gone." 

The phone fell from her hands and she literally felt her world collapse. Her mother...is gone? Her heart hurts like she was in hell. 

She bent and picked up her phone then ran in to her car, after slumping on the seat of the car, she hit the steering wheel repeatedly in frustration, anger and pain. She felt like the world was unfair to her. She felt lonely, rejected and broken. 

She started the car and drove recklessly and aimlessly round the city, behaving like a woman that has lost it. She didn't even mind if a car hits her car and ended up dieing in an accident. The throbbing pain in her heart was just so unbearable. 

At the end of the gruesome day, she landed at the club. She walked sorrowfully inside the club and sat on the stool before the bartender. Soon, she began drinking, although visible tears weren't streaming down her face anymore, her heart were literally bleeding. 

She just wanted to waste herself to alcohol, she wanted to drown in her pain and misery if that was possible. Then she suddenly sighted a man who was seated alone. The seat before him was empty. She didn't know if he was waiting for someone or if he just wanted to be alone. 

She stood and walked up to him inebriatedly, when she got before him, she was too exhausted to politely ask if she can sit. She just sunk tiredly to the seat before him. 

She couldn't read any expression on the man's face, his almond shaped emerald eyes were the most beautiful set of eyes she had ever set her eyes on. 

"Hi," she greeted, she was very tipsy and was already imagining herself being fucked by this hot and comely man.

"Hey," the man drank from the small glass cup of wine before him and asked, "are you the woman?" 

What woman? She thought to herself. Was he expecting someone? "Yes," she lied. She just needed someone to talk to, her heart was too occupied with pain, she felt like she was going to loose her mind. 

"Come with me," the man stood. She got up and followed him, soon they entered a room. 

He suddenly pulled her closer to himself and locked up his lips on hers, kissing her eagerly and warmly, she responded, his alluring scents were literally driving her crazy. She couldn't help her super wet vagina that was longing hard for a dick inside. If anyone would see her reacting this way, they would never believed she is a virgin?

When she couldn't hold the longing between her thighs anymore, she helped him to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trouser down, the man in turn fumbled her breast and helped her remove her top and bra after which he pushed her gently to the bed. 

The man laid on her and and let his hand slide under her thighs, he thrusted in slowly while she moaned in pain, afterwards, the man set his manhood right on her vagina, she wanted to tell him to be gentle as it was her first time but before she could even utter a word, she felt his big manhood enter her with full force, a loud scream escaped her mouth. 

She felt pain only, it was like a part of her was cut off. Tears streamed down her face even as the man thrusted in and out of her ruthlessly. The pain soon subsided and it was replaced with pleasure, she dug her fingernails in his bare back and moaned pleasurably into his ear. At the end, the man released mercilessly inside of her and let out a gasp. Then he fell beside her, panting. 

She just gave her first time to a stranger, what was supposed to be for her fiancé. But she didn't regret it, she wanted this. Although she didn't know this man but the sex was enjoyable. 

The man stood few seconds later and went to the bathroom, he came out clean a few minutes later with only a towel around his waist, she could see his abs well, they were so sexy and his broad chest was so attractive. 

She sat upright, the duvet covering her up to her chest, "can I know your name?" 

The man ignored her and began to dress up, when he was done, he brought out a sum of money and threw it to the bed, "take care of yourself." 

The fact that the man offered her money after sex suddenly made her feel dirty, as though she was a slut, "I'm not a slut." 

"I don't care." This was the last word the man said before he left the room. She looked at the money and more tears poured from her eyes. This wasn't how her first time was supposed to be. Her heart hurts.

She went to clean up and left the club with a sore heart.