My Boyfriend Said No

Literotic asexstories – My Boyfriend Said No by kade2024,kade2024
I look at the clock as I hear a soft knock at the door, ten before 1:00 PM.

Perfect, I think to myself as I walk to the door; I breathe to steady myself and open the door.

I open the door to a tall, thin woman with green eyes, long blonde hair, and sharp cheekbones.

Until a week ago, she was my part-time nanny, responsible for picking my kids up from school for half the week.

“Hey Kelly, nice to see you. Come on in,” I say, leading her in and allowing her to choose where to sit — the dining room table or the couch. She chooses the dining room table, and I take a seat across from her.

Kelly was great with the kids, and I liked her immediately upon meeting her, as did the kids.

I remember when I met her, she lit up the room, and when I walked her to the door, we chatted in the doorway for another 15 minutes before I put my hand out to shake her hand. She looked me in the eye and smiled while she shook my hand.

I remember her engagement ring was cold in her otherwise warm hands.

Kelly was a great nanny for four months. At 24, she was mature, talkative, and a pleasure to be around for a dad going through a divorce.

One day, she came in with kids in tow and told me we needed to chat.

After the kids were settled in and watching T.V., We chatted in the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. As you know, we’re deep into wedding planning and we’re working on the invitations, the seating charts, you know….” Kelly trails off, remembering that I, in fact, did know how weddings worked. Well, anyway, I was printing pictures out for the seating chart, and my boyfriend saw your picture and wanted to know who you were.” She continues. I nod my head, starting to see where this conversation was going.

“So I told him who you were and he was not very happy. We are getting married in a couple of months, and we won’t need me to work anyway, so it’s probably best to make this week my last. He just thinks I shouldn’t work for someone so um, well, hot”. Kelly explains.

“Ah, I have to say that is pretty controlling and immature of him. But I understand if you need to quit. Can you finish out the week?” I ask.

She agreed to finish the week and pick up her check-up the following Friday while the kids are with their mother.

I am annoyed by the childish insecurities of her partner, but I tell her I understand.

Kelly arrives a little before 1 PM to pick up her last check, which is a bit more than necessary to cover the hours she worked.

She’s in jeans and a tight gray t-shirt; she is nervous as she apologizes again and again.

I stop her. “Look, I am no longer your employer. You do not owe me an explanation. I get it; I just want to make sure you are okay. So tell me what you want, but don’t feel obligated to share,” I tell her. I get up and get her a drink. I take a sip of my coffee and lean against the counter.

Her eyes travel down my body as my shirt comes up a bit.

“I guess he heard me tell him you were divorced and working in the tech industry and assumed you would be short, fat, and white. But as I said, on Monday we were chatting about wedding guests, and I showed him your picture, and it started an argument. He tried to make it a safety thing, about how he didn’t want me to be worried when I was here.” She goes on to say

“Let me guess, you told him you were quite comfortable here and failed his test?” I asked with a grin.

“It’s not funny, but yes, and it gets worse! He was irritated about my answers and was saying some really gross stuff.” Kelly goes on to say.

“Oh,” I say with a raised eyebrow, wondering if I should be hearing all this but too curious to shut down the conversation.

“Like he was all ‘he’s going to have you over his kitchen table against your will. Why don’t you just quit and avoid all that?’ And I was mad and told him it would most definitely not be against my will and that this conversation was making me really wet. So here we are, he said I quit, or we go get our deposit back on our wedding venue.”

“Ughhh, and I don’t even want to think about the wedding. It’s been rough, and I don’t even want to go through with it anymore,” Kelly sighs.

“Oh yeah? I thought you liked it rough?” I say with a wink

Kelly blushes and takes a moment before saying, “God, I can’t tell you anything. It’s not the good kind of rough. I’ve just been struggling with some character flaws that my boyfriend has.”

“That he’s an insecure, controlling man-child, you mean?” I quip.

“Basically! Every time I have an idea, he vetoes it during this process.

I pick out roses and sunflowers for the floral arrangement. My boyfriend says no.

I finalized the seating list three times! My boyfriend said no.

Just to fuck with him, I’ve started introducing his ideas as mine, and he still says no!!!”

Kelly says, almost yelling by the end of her rant.

I move closer to Kelly and put an arm around her. She lays her head on my shoulder and sighs. “Listen, the decision is yours and only yours if you want to marry him. If he won’t accept your answer, that doesn’t bode well for the future. If he won’t listen to your words, a clear and tangible action may be enough to get the point across.” I take a breath, giving her space to shut down the conversation before continuing.

“Don’t go through with this relationship if he is as controlling as you say, it will only get worse. Until you wake up one day and you no longer recognize yourself and resent yourself for it.” I say gently.

Kelly wipes her eyes and looks at me with a small smile.

“I’ve tried breaking it off, but he just pretends not to hear me. So I think you’re right; I need a clearer sign…Actually, I came here hoping you would invite me inside.” She looks at me and says, putting her hand on my thigh.

“Oh?” I say, looking at her hand but not moving away as she slowly moves her hand up over my dick.

I look at Kelly, eyebrow raised, and nod for her to continue.

“I want you to fuck me. I want to come home limping, bruised, and your cum dripping from me so when I get home, It’s absolutely clear that he does not own me.” Kelly says, blushing.

“Hey, I don’t want to get you in trouble with your boyfriend. I think you should go before you do something you regret,” I half-heartedly say.

“Well, my boyfriend isn’t here, and I don’t think you want me to leave.”

“True…” I say tentatively.

“And you are here, I don’t want to leave …how about you take off these pants, and you feel how wet I am.”

I think for a few seconds before deciding that, yes fucking her would be the best way to resolve this situation.

We move to the couch, kissing so intensely that we run into the walls and furniture on our way.

Once we are on the couch, I lean in and kiss her, quickly unbuttoning her pants and popping the button off as I pull a bit too hard.

She grabs my hand and proves that she is quite wet indeed.

I pull her pants off and admire her long legs for a second before pulling her into my lap; her legs wrap around my waist as we make out.

She unbuttons my pants. “Oh fuck, you’re so much bigger than my boyfriend,” Kelly says while pulling my dick out.

She looks me in the eye as she strokes my cock, rubbing her pussy on my thigh.

“I want you to leave bruises”. Kelly says, slightly out of breath.

“Oh yeah? You sure?” “Where?” I ask.

“Everywhere but my face and stomach; you can leave hickies wherever, though. Yes, I am sure; I need you to make me use a sick day,” Kelly moans as I rub her clit through her thin pink thong.

I laugh. “Love, you no longer have a job.”

“Perfect,” Kelly says, taking off her shirt and throwing it on the ground.

We discussed our limits and preferences; Kelly agreed to let me know if it was too intense.

I let Kelly know that I wouldn’t be willing to actually harm her but would be willing to leave hickeys and bruises.

She tells me that works for her. She slides my boxers off and strokes my dick while I suck on her neck hard enough to leave marks.

I push her on her back and continue to leave marks on her neck and shoulders on her stomach, her hips, and her thighs.

I pull her panties to the side and kiss her vulva, leaving hickies there as well before I give in to my desires and discover that I like how she tastes.

I alternate between licking, kissing, and sucking on her clit slowly.

She moans as I tease her, letting her get close to an orgasm but not close enough that she is in danger of cumming before I fuck her.

I torture her until she can no longer tolerate it. She pushes me off her and says, “You’re really good at that, but now I need you to bend me over the kitchen table.”

I smile and scoop her up, carrying her to the table. I sit her down and kiss her; I give her a second to collect herself one last chance to back out before I flip her around.

I push her onto her stomach on the kitchen table; I pull her soaked little mesh pink thong off, ripping it. She moans, nodding for me to continue, and slaps her ass hard.

“Harder!” Kelly moans.

I put a hand on her back to hold her down and slapped harder.

I continued smacking her ass, my hand cupped and aimed at the meatiest parts.

My hand grips her hip hard enough that I’m sure my hand print will still be there for days.

Kelly’s hand finds her clit, and she starts to play.

“Slow, you’re not allowed to cum just yet. Don’t move; I’ll be back.” I say before retreating into my room; I return quickly with a small paddle.

Kelly looks back, and her eyes light up when she sees what I have.

“Let me know when…” I say before smacking the back of her legs with the paddle, moving up slowly and increasing the intensity when I finally return to her ass.

The bruises are already starting to show.

Kelly holds up a hand, and I halt my spanking.

I give Kelly a chance to recover; I get on my knees and kiss every inch of exposed skin I see, giving special attention to her ass.

I slowly rub her clit while my lips get closer and closer to her pussy.

I get close enough that she can feel my breath on her vulva.

I pull her up by her hair and kiss her hard before ripping off her bra.

I flip her on her back, and I spread her legs as wide as they will go. I give a light smack on her pussy with my hand, causing her to gasp in surprise and pleasure.

She looks, nodding her head rapidly. I smack her pussy again and again until she’s whimpering in pleasure; her eyes water, but she pulls me closer, begging for more, begging me to fuck her.

I know this won’t last much longer for either of us.

In one motion, I slide into her with a sigh of relief.

She groans in pleasure, her hands on my chest

I fold her in half, her feet touching her shoulders as I slide into her again.

“I’m about to cum!” Kelly screams, bucking her hips under me, “fuck me harder”!

I hold onto her hip with one hand as I gently wrap the other around her neck; I continue to pound her pussy hard. My balls smack her vulva hard enough that I already feel a dull ache that is not entirely unpleasant.

I am getting close to cumming, and I know I won’t be able to stop.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me as close as possible.

She screams in my ear and claws at my back as her muscles tighten around me; time seems to stop as I feel myself reach the point of no return; I let go and cum for what feels like hours.

We lay there for a few minutes, recovering.

Kelly turns to me with a smile on her face.

I help Kelly off the table and watch as she pulls her jeans on, wincing a bit as she tries to pull them over her ass.

“Kelly… you want to borrow some clothes that are easier to put on?” I ask, slightly concerned that I have been too rough.

“Kelly nods her head, and I disappear into my room.

I grabbed some basketball shorts, and a few moments later, I selected a black T-shirt with the quote “By any means necessary” on it.

I bring it back to Kelly, who explodes in laughter as she sees the shirt.

She slips on the shorts and walks up to me, holding the shirt.

She kisses me; I pull her closer, grabbing her hips as our bodies press together.

Kelly lets go of me and sighs in relief.

“Thanks, boss; we should have done that sooner.

I walk her to the door, and as she slips the shirt on, I help her put on her shoes.

I gather her clothes, put them into a bag, and hand them to her.

Kelly looks at them for a second before shaking her head.

“I think I’ll be back soon enough, and maybe I’ll want some of my own clothes.

She leans close. “I can’t get cum stains in all your shorts now, can I?”

I chuckle, wish her luck, and watch her walk to her car.