My Girlfriend Is One Thing — But Keep Your Hands Off My Sandwich!

I caught more than I counted on when I set up the spycam at work to find out who was stealing my sandwiches. Oh, I caught the sandwich thief. That bastard Derek just walked right up to the fridge, took out my bag like he owned it, and started chowing down on my beautiful lunch! It’s what happened next that really shocked me.

Gayle came into the shot, and Derek, still eating my sandwich, stood up. Gayle dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. She took out his half-hard cock and started sucking on him!

Not only was Gayle an upper-level manager who should not be sucking on a technician’s dick in the company lunchroom, but she and I had also been secretly dating for several months now! It hadn’t been long, but I thought we were exclusive. I thought that because when an ex of mine asked me to go to a wedding with her, Gayle had an absolute shit fit. That fight ended with me not going to the wedding and us declaring that we were monogamous. Or so I thought. Derek pushing his huge cock into her throat seemed to indicate that she had a different definition of ‘monogamous’ than I did.

I did have to admit that it was hot watching her suck him. I knew from experience that Gayle was awesome at blowjobs. Not only did she know all the tricks, she absolutely LOVED sucking cock. That love showed in her performance. Unfortunately, she was now performing on Derek.

He had an absolute monster of a cock. Thick and long, with a bulbous head, she couldn’t get it down her throat. That was my only consolation, Derek would never get to feel her face pressed against his pelvis the way I did.

He did get to feel her suck his head and about 3/4 of his shaft. Making eye contact as she licked his cockhead in small circles, licking up and down the shaft, ducking underneath to suck a ball into her mouth, she did all of my favorite things. To him.

It didn’t take long before he finished. Another point in my favor, I suppose. I was able to last much longer than that. Of course, I didn’t have the extra stimulation of being at work and where anyone could catch us.

She took his cockhead into her mouth and stroked him as she sucked the cum out of his balls. I could see her throat working while she swallowed what must have been a huge load. I’m glad my spycam didn’t have audio. I didn’t want to know what he sounded like when he came.

Gayle got up, wiped around her mouth with a napkin, and left the view of the camera. Fucking Derek put his cock away and sat down to eat the rest of my lunch.

I didn’t need to see anything more; I knew what I had to do.

When Gayle came to my apartment that evening, I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Some animal instinct was driving me to ‘reclaim’ her. She barely got through the door, and I was on her. Kissing her passionately, I pressed her against the wall. I don’t know if she was just as worked up as I was or if it was guilt, but she responded in kind.

“Wow, baby,” she said, when she broke free for a moment, “what’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know,” I replied as I grabbed her tit through her clothes, “I just feel like I really need to fuck a little whore right now. Are you going to be my little whore?”

“Oooh, yes please,” she answered and threw herself at me. We hurried to the couch, making out and removing clothing as we went.

I wondered, was my being too nice and respectful what drove her into Derek’s pants? Should I have treated her like the whore I now know she is, rather than making love to her? I was going to find out.

Throwing her down on the couch, I open her pants and pulled them off. I pulled her panties to the side and jammed two fingers into her pussy and put my thumb against her clit. By shaking my whole hand, I stimulated her clit and g-spot at the same time.

“Oh, babe,” she cried, “you’re going to make me cum!” I pulled my fingers out just before she went over the edge. “What? Why did you do that?” she asked.

“I felt like it,” I answered. I then took my time to take my pants off and let her cool down a little. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock, whore.”

She quickly got off the couch and took my rigid tool into her mouth. I’m no Derek, but I still choked her by jamming myself into her throat with no concern for her gagging. I held my cock in her throat, cutting off her air supply, for 30 seconds or so, then released her. “Service me,” I told her, as she gasped for air.

She went to town on me. Licking, kissing, sucking my balls, she did everything that she did to Derek, plus more. She had me lift one foot to the couch so she could lick and kiss my taint and asshole. She deep throated me, getting so deep her nose was pressed into my pubes. She locked eyes with me as she tickled my frenulum with her tongue. It was a world-class blowjob. But I still wanted more.

“Get on your hands and knees on the floor!” I pointed where I wanted her. I got behind her, pulled her panties down to her mid-thigh, and pushed my cock into her pussy in a single thrust. Gripping her hips tightly, I slammed into her like an avalanche. She always loved doggie and I knew her favorite angles. I spanked her bottom as I pumped in and out. Before long she was screaming and this time, I let her cum. She came hard, releasing a massive oxytocin burst as well as causing her body to convulse. I continued to pound onto her even harder as she came and brought on another orgasm in her clenching pussy. I pulled out and stood. “Back on the couch on your back!” I ordered her.

She jumped up, removed her panties and lay on the couch. It seems like I should have been treating her like some kind of whore all along. She was definitely enjoying it.

I slammed back into her unfaithful cunt and proceeded to hammer all my anger into her. Holding her knees into her armpits, I pounded with my full strength, delivering orgasms one after the other. Her clitoris was exploding and her brain was swimming in oxytocin, I had never seen her this attracted to me.

Finally, I knew I was hitting the point of no return, my cock was about to erupt. I pulled out of her quivering snatch and moved forward to her mouth, still pinning her knees by her shoulders. I started to cum and sprayed a couple of ropes on her face before I thrust into her mouth where I finished my release. She swallowed a load just as big as Derek had given her earlier that day.

I rolled off her and sat on the couch. She snuggled in beside me and said, “Wow, that was great, we have to do it like that more often!”

I moved away and answered, “Actually, that was the last time we’re doing that. I’m breaking up with you.”

The look of shock and heartbreak on her face was almost as satisfying as cumming on it had been.

“What?!” she cried, as tears began to run down her cheeks.

“I saw you with Derek, and I have it on video. Don’t bother to deny it” I continued.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! But it seems like you are turned on by it. Maybe?” she asked, trying to justify her behavior.

“Maybe you’re right, I did enjoy this a lot. I may need to explore this in my next relationship. But it will need to be based on reciprocity, openness, and honesty. Which you didn’t offer,” I replied. “Now, get dressed and get out of my apartment. I’ll gather any things you have here and bring them to work.”

Tears flowed as she got dressed. When I walked her to my door, I told her, “You’re going to have to fire Derek, you know.”

“What? He didn’t know about you,“ she sniveled, “you don’t need revenge on him.”

“It’s not about revenge, he’s a thief. He’s stealing lunches and who knows what else,” I told her. “I can show the video to HR, if you think that will help.”

“No, don’t do that, I’ll fire him,” she wept as she went into the hallway. “Please, I’m so sorry! Please, give me anoth…”

I shut the door in her face.

I meant it when I said firing Derek wasn’t about revenge. What she didn’t need to know was that he was already suffering my vengeance. The twelve drops of Phenolphthalein that I added to my sandwich had to have taken effect by then. Derek would spend the next 24 hours or so stuck to a toilet, his ass exploding harder than his cock did earlier. * I wasn’t angry with him that Gayle had blown him, that was really between Gayle and me. But that motherfucker ate my sandwich!

*Hey, I didn’t make him eat it!

I realize that this story flips the usual script, but let’s be honest, it’s a far more realistic ending than “Next time, I want to watch.” You know me, always taking the path less traveled.

When I was in Derek’s shoes, it went sort of like this. But at least I didn’t eat the other guy’s sandwich.

And whatever you do, Don’t Read This!!