I Need That Big Dick In My Life:>Ep7

"Talk to me," I groaned. I knew dirty talking was one way for Cass. "Tell me more."

"Fuck, I bet he's gonna be so rough with me. He's such an impatient man. I haven't sent him a text in a few days and now he's all up in my shit, calling me a slut and a bitch," Cass said, her words getting more unsteady as she got to the humiliation part.

"I bet he won't take no for an answer next time. Fuck... you, uh, better hope he brings a condom because I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop him. He more or less promised me that he'd have his way with me on Monday-uh- when... fuck -uh- at lunch, he said, at lunch he'd drag me down to the bathroom and fuck me till I screamed his name, for the whole floor to heeeaaar." Cass shrieked at the end, finally cumming on my cock, me right along with her.

It was prolonged, and it was a shimmer of how good our sex usually was, but it was a sweet relief. I don't think sex with Cass could ever be boring. Cass thumped hard against my pelvis, slamming herself through. Eventually she fell over me, as I gently rubbed her naked body on top of mine.

"So Monday then?" I asked. Cass fell asleep on my chest before answering.

*

Friday and most of Saturday we spent working our way downstate, zigzagging all over Indiana to get a good general understanding of the veteran rentals. Sometimes I wondered if it wasn't easier to just buy a fucking car. The insurance was not that expensive, but the folks that rented them out didn't seem to trust us all too much, and I had a sneaky suspicion they were driving up the prices for that reason. Why? Beyond me. Until Cass brought it up.

"Maybe they're worried we'd steal it," Cass said, frustrated as we were driving from one particular annoying geezer.

He had a slow way of speaking, never getting to the point. It normally wouldn't affect me, but today was just a frustrating one. And the dude, a man in his 40s or so, had been ogling Cass while he went on and on about how an uncle of his had run in with some bad renters or some bullshit story he was going on and on about.

"Steal it? I'm putting down a fucking deposit, why would I steal the car?"

"Not you... me..." Cass muttered. I was baffled. I was so naive sometimes. Of course, these fucking hicks would think like that.

"Fuck..." I muttered frustrated. "Maybe we could go back to that guy we met on the first day? With the Thunderbird? He seemed to not be completely deep fried in his brain, at least."

Cass nodded. It did cheer her up a bit.

"He certainly didn't seem to mind you. You should've seen how he checked out that hot ass of yours," I said.

It was sort of unreal that I was trying to cheer up Cass by telling how an old creep was staring at her ass, but our lives were sort of unreal nowadays.

"Really?" she asked, turning her attention away from the uncomfortable topic. "Did he like my tight jeans?"

"Yeah, absolutely. You always look great in jeans. And especially light blue ones!"

"Neil thinks so too," I reminded her. Cass nodded.

"He is a big fan," Cass conceded. "He's the opposite of some of these guys out here."

"Let's head back home, and forget about those folks," I said. Cass nodded again.

*

Saturday evening we finally arrived back home. While the excursion was meant as a small vacation, we were both dead from the trip. We spent the evening chilling and then hitting the bed early. It was after all a work day tomorrow for me.

Sunday I got up early to get to work. It was best getting it done instead of lollygagging about all day. I had taken a few days off in exchange for working a few hours on Sunday, to review the tasks the guys who covered for me had done. I packed my work suitcase and headed out. In the hallway however, I was paused by Cass.

"Isaac?" she called, hurrying out into the hallway before I left.

I expected her to still be asleep, I had tried to get out without interrupting her beauty sleep. Apparently, it was in vain, here she was phone in hand, fully dressed and fully awake.

"Do you... mind if I join you?" Cass asked, slightly hesitant.

"Eh. Sure. What is going on?" I asked. Cass grabbed her coat

There was nothing wrong about her joining me at my office, just it wasn't that exciting, especially on a Sunday. I had the driest of dry work to do. I glanced at her phone, getting a sneaky suspicion as to what was really going on.

"I don't know how else to put it, so I'll be blunt. That's how you like it anyway. Neil wants me to suck him off in your office. And he apparently skipped a few days when we were away, so he's spending the weekend working it back," Cass explained, playfully smiling at me while nabbing the car keys out of my hands.

"So you're gonna oblige?" I asked, knowing fully well the answer.

"Of course. And also, I really missed his tongue, to be honest. Two days in a row, and then five days without? I'm kinda pent up, you know."

"Five days without? We made love on Thursday," I reminded her, casually

"That was making love. Neil doesn't do that. He doesn't lick me, he eats me. And besides... I fucking hate saying this, but the condom is just... not as good as without..." Cass admitted.

I knew it was true. But it is what it is. She was a stubborn one, and now that the rule was in place, there was no going back on it. Even if it meant if the sex wasn't as good as it usually was.

I opened the door and held it for her and we made the small walk to the car. Being May, it was getting quite sunny outside. Soon I would be greeted to Cass' thick thighs crammed inside those denim shorts she always wore when it got warmer outside. Fuck, why couldn't summer come faster? Though that would also mean the stress of the wedding would be tenfold...

"Sooo... We're kind of gonna need your office... Unless you want to watch?" Cass said.

I guess it wasn't an unreasonable request. That would certainly involve me more directly. But so far, I kind of preferred Neil to think I was in the dark. It sort of made it hotter that Cass was 'cheating' on me and going behind my back. Even if I knew everything.

"I... uhm, I'll find somewhere else to work. I have logins on the other computers so I can work from anywhere I guess," I said, realizing I was getting delegated to one of the cubicles essentially, a step down from my own office.

"I kinda like the whole 'going behind my back' angle," I told her.