Baby, I had a ROUGH Day

Carmen was getting bent and stretched in ways that woke up every cell in her body.

"Oh, my God, daddy, fuck..." she offered a guttural lamentation.

Her alarm had long gone off to get to the office, but Carmen pulled an all-nighter last night, so she kept hitting snooze on the alarm.

Her husband, Vaughn, shook her twice to get up -- no response.

After the third time, Vaughn rolled over with something on his mind and woke Carmen in a way that he knew she would respond to.

He cupped her between her legs, slid her boy-short panties to the side, and began massaging her vulva with his lips, followed by outlining each fold with his tongue.

Just moments later, he had Carmen butt naked, doggystyle, pulling her head all the way backward toward him by gripping his firm mitts around her neck. Carmen felt like he was going to snap her spine in half, but she didn't dare ask him to stop.

In one smooth motion, Vaughn pulled out, grabbed the back of Carmen's head, and spun her around. He slid his penis into Carmen's mouth and made her taste every bit of it as he swirled it around, enjoying the wetness of her saliva.

Ever the tease, Vaughn removed his dick from Carmen's mouth just as she was beginning to get into it.

"Just wanted to wake you up. I see you're awake now. Didn't want you to be late," Vaughn said.

He put his dick away and calmly walked to the bathroom without a care in the world.

Carmen sat there on the bed for a moment in disbelief.

He can't be serious, she thought to herself.

She finally snapped out of it and chased after him.

By the time Carmen got to the bathroom, Vaughn was dropping his boxers and stepping into a running hot shower.

He slid the door shut pretending that he didn't notice, or plan, for Carmen to run after him.

Carmen banged on the shower door and stamped her feet in a tantrum as if she were a child who had to pee.

"Come on, baby. You can't just leave me like this," Carmen said.

"Nope. That's all you get for now. Time for you to go to the office," Vaughn said from behind the shower door as he scrubbed nonchalantly.

Carmen went full pout mode, sticking her lips out. Her pussy was so swollen and hot, and she needed him inside of her...

"Please, baby. I can be late today. Just gi--" before Carmen could finish her sentence, she felt the wind from the shower door being thrown open.

Vaughn yanked her into the shower full force, causing Carmen's feet to fly off the ground.

He shoved Carmen's body against the cold tile, which felt like a sheet of ice against her erect nipples.

She felt Vaughn penetrate her from behind with his rod. He gripped a handful of her hair and shoved her face into the tile, forcing himself inside as deep and rough as he could.

"Mmm, just like that," Carmen moaned.

"Shut up and take it," Vaughn shot back, fucking her into the tile, creating a dull pain to shoot into her pubic bones.

The sensations were all too much for Carmen... She was so painfully sensitive that it almost felt too good...

The water from the shower splashed their bodies as they both let go into the bliss, heat, and carnal passion of the moment.

Vaughn sunk his teeth into Carmen's neck as he pressed his love into her as deep as it could go, until he felt his orgasm ripple through his body. Carmen backed her ass up into him, not wanting to waste a drop of his seed that he filled her up with.

They both stood plastered against the shower tile as the hot water and mist washed over their naked bodies.

Vaughn licked and nibbled the inside of Carmen's ear and smacked her on her ass. He leaned in and whispered...

"Have a good day at work. And remember, that job doesn't love you -- I do."

Vaughn stepped out of the shower, dried off, and went back to bed.

While Carmen had to be in the office to earn her salary, Vaughn was an entrepreneur and pretty much set his own hours.

That statement added warmth and a bit of confusion to Carmen's psyche as she basked in the afterglow of their sex. She contemplated his words as the water washed over her smooth, naked body.

A Case of the Mondays

Carmen felt relaxed in her body, but her mind began moving at a thousand miles per hour as soon as she hit a stretch of traffic on the way to work.

She couldn't help but keep looking at the time on the vehicle console. Each minute that ticked by signified another minute of lateness.

The good sex that Carmen just received from the man she loved was her only saving grace from having a nervous breakdown, suddenly surrounded by honking horns, people cutting her off in traffic, and unfortunate lane closures and detours.

By the time Carmen pulled her vehicle into the office parking lot, the stress and anxiety monkey was back on her back.

Carmen grabbed her purse and her briefcase, and all but ran into the office. After swiping her ID card and blowing past security, she hit the elevator button and ran inside as soon as the door opened a crack.

She saw stars as her face thudded into what felt like a brick wall.

When Carmen's eyes adjusted, she felt a lump in her throat and a hornet's nest of anxiety in her belly...

It was her boss. And she had just sprinted headfirst into him. He didn't budge a muscle as he looked Carmen in her eyes, seemingly 10 feet tall.

"You're late," his voice boomed, adding insult to injury.

"Y-y-yes, sir. I--" her boss cut her off before she could finish.

"No excuses. Don't let it happen again," he said.

The elevator dinged and the door slowly and painfully closed behind them.

Carmen felt tears well up in her eyes at the exchange, but she fought them back.

She rode up several floors with her boss in silence for what seemed like an eternity, punctuating the awkwardness of the moment.

When they finally got to their floor, the door opened. On the other side of the door was Vivica, Carmen's arch-nemesis in the office.

"Oh, hi, boss. Good morning. I hope you're well," Vivica sang in her usual suck-up tone.

Then, feigning like she hadn't noticed her, Vivica cut her eyes in Carmen's direction.

"Oh. Hey, Carm," Vivica said flatly and in a completely different tone.

Vivica knew that Carmen hated to be called "Carm".

Carmen's mind had still been spinning from the previous stresses, so she couldn't even fix her mouth to say anything.

"I trust that you'll both have some quality presentations at the meeting?" the boss asked before stepping out of the elevator and toward his office.

Carmen's heart sank into her gut.

She. Had. Completely forgotten about the meeting...

Shit.

"Of course, boss! Wouldn't miss it for the world," Vivica yelled after him with a giggle.

She then turned her face to Carmen with the most critical and judgmental impression.

"Carmie, maybe you should set two alarms so you won't always be late..." she teased passive-aggressively.

Then her eyes sharpened as if she saw something. Carmen tensed up.

"What?" she asked.

Vivica leaned in and looked at Carmen's neck as if her eyes had built-in magnifying glasses.

"Hickies. Fresh hickies. I see why you were late. Ugh. I guess that's just how some people are," Vivica said, shaking her head disapprovingly.

She skipped off to her desk, leaving Carmen in her tracks.

Carmen didn't even have time to get upset, because all she could think about was the terrifying reality that she was in no way, shape, or form ready for this meeting.

Suddenly, she just wanted to go back home and crawl back under those warm covers and forget this day had ever happened...

The Meeting

Carmen was so angry that she could spit watching Vivica smooze and pander, and absolutely kill this meeting...

The shareholders and guests filled their biggest meeting room, to the point that it was standing-room only. This raised the stakes for the environment, not to mention, increased the absolute trepidation that coursed through Carmen's body once Vivica's presentation ended and it was her turn.

Was she really going to try to wing it?

Carmen had tried to cram through some notes to prepare at the last moment -- but everything in her head was just a jumbled mess...

The room began to spin as the boss took control of the room and began to speak.

"Next, we have our esteemed colleague, who I trust has some good information for you all to learn from. Carmen," he said, eliciting warm applause throughout the meeting room.

Carmen felt dizzy as her legs stood and her body somehow began walking to the podium.

Before she could even figure out what was going on, Carmen was standing a a microphone in front of a packed room, with eager eyes trained on her.

And she had nothing to say...

Knots formed at every point in her body. Her mouth opened before her brain could figure out what to say.

"Um, thank you. I first, just want to apologize because I don't have visual aids," she began.

Out of the corner of her eye, Carmen could see Vivica's lips curl into a satisfied smile. Carmen, once again, felt her eyes grow hot -- like tears could start flowing at any minute.

Carmen began having an out-of-body experience, as her brain just put together word associations that made no sense but were all she could muster as she rambled on nervously. She literally felt her legs begin to tremble behind the podium from the knees down.

Carmen could see her boss begin to stand up and put her out of her misery. Out of sheer survival and fight or flight, Carmen took a deep breath into her belly.

Suddenly, the memory of this morning swept back over her. The pleasure, pain, and sheer dominance from her husband waking her up with sex on his mind opened up Carmen's subconscious and allowed her to relax.

What am I doing?, she thought, as if waking up from a bad dream.

Carmen took another deep breath and could feel her husband's palm gripping the back of her neck, his teeth biting her, his firm hand spanking her naked rear end, and his cock filling up her canal, making it his.

The energy of these recent memories eased the pain she was currently experiencing, loosened her up, and got her back into her normal flow.

"Actually, I'm sorry, once again. But scratch everything I said for the past five minutes," Carmen said.

Confusion swept the room. Carmen took a deep breath and sat in the moment, not letting it overwhelm or overtake her.

She pivoted away from the podium with the footwork of a boxer or ballet dancer, placed the back of her fist to her upper lip, and took a quiet moment to just think. That little aside allowed her to reset and think from her heart.

Carmen began to speak again, loud, clear, and decisively, without the aid of the microphone.

"You didn't come here for jargon and bullshit. You came to learn about the future of this business," Carmen spoke freely.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her boss' face turn red. Carmen knew she was on thin ice already, and using unprofessional language in front of the upper brass, shareholders, and prospective new clients wasn't a way to win back any points.

But she was thinking on her feet and knew that the energy of the shock factor could be used to help get them back on her side. Carmen also caught a glimpse of Vivica relishing in the moment, waiting to savor Carmen crashing and burning.

In full fight or flight mode, Carmen planted her feet ready to sink or swim in the moment.

Not today, bitch, Carmen thought, letting the confidence carry her to glory.

Carmen dug deep, starting slow at first, but breaking down core concepts about the past, present, and future of the company and the industry as a whole. All the late hours and all-nighters at home doing research came out of her, to the point that she quickly had the room eating out of the palm of her hands.

Carmen mixed in jokes, charisma, and key points that blew them away. By the time she was finished, everyone stood to their feet in applause.

"Thank you, everyone," she said, nearly drowned out by the cheers.

Carmen could see her boss beaming with pride. He shot her a thumbs up, while it was now Vivica who looked like she was going to cry.

A CEO from a company that was feeling them out for new business stood to his feet, adjusted his tie, and looked at Carmen with a warm smile.

Once the applause died down, the CEO spoke.

"I loved it," he said.

"Say no more. If you can get me the due diligence for that, I'm prepared for my company to take a strong position to invest in those ideas."

A hush fell over the room.

This CEO is a mover and shaker in the business world. The type of investment he was talking about could change the future of the company that Carmen worked for.

They were all under the impression that the CEO was just here to learn and make some fresh business contacts -- not put equity in his company on the line by investing with them.

"O-o-of course. Thank you, sir," Carmen replied, blown away.

Carmen's boss stood up, caught up in the moment.

"Fuck, 5 o'clock. We'll get it to you by 4!" he said with enthusiasm.

The room burst out laughing.

Carmen laughed from the gut, finally able to find some enjoyment in her day. Vivica stood to her feet and stormed out of the room.

Carmen's eyes followed her enemy out of the room. She took mental snapshots and soaked in the dominance of her victory. She relished that her enemy retreated from her victory, too defeated to even hide it.

Just as Carmen was savoring the sweetness of her victory her heart sank to the pit of her stomach once again...

Everything with this business deal was riding on her research. As she stood in a room of people all but ready to carry her out on their shoulders, she realized something very important.

She had no idea where she had saved that research...

What a Mess

"Chick, I've checked a thousand different devices and notebooks in a thousand different places. I checked both of your safes three times. None of them have the information that you're talking about," Carmen's best friend Tina said.

Carmen had sent her over to the house to ransack everything to find some semblance of research that could help.

Carmen let out a huge sigh and thanked her friend before hanging up.

The problem wasn't whether or not Carmen had the research -- it was where and how to make sense of it all.

She had spent so many nights jotting random information and so much of it was floating in her head, but presenting data to a CEO was a different story.

The minutes and hours began to tick by, as Carmen, in a whirlwind of panic and despair, tried her best to compile a makeshift set of reports to present.

By the time 4 o'clock came around, Carmen still only had what amounted to random notes with no hard data that she could reasonably present to a CEO. Her boss had tried to stay out of her way but she could tell he was getting more nervous as the clock ticked by.

Finally, Carmen dropped her head to the desk in exasperation, grabbed her laptop, and walked to her boss' office.

She knocked on the open door and then quickly cut to the chase.

"Hey. I need more time. Sorry," Carmen said, her tail tucked between her legs.

Her boss took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah. I kind of figured," he said.

Carmen tensed up, expecting the worst.

"Look. You seem like you have a lot going on. Take the week and weekend to work from home on the report. Get it to me so I can review it first thing Monday. I'll stall for you," he said.

"OK. I will. Thanks," Carmen said before shuffling off.

She quickly packed up and headed to her car. Carmen sat in the driver's seat with the vehicle off for a few minutes, allowing the rollercoaster of emotions from the day to wash over her.

Her boss had let her off easy, which somehow felt worse. It was as if she'd rather him lay the hammer down or punish her so she could get the emotional release rather than having this anchor feeling in the pit of her stomach.

After feeling sorry for herself for a few minutes, Carmen peeled off.

Drinks and Self-Loathing

Carmen was three mojitos deep listening to her co-workers talk about their days. Sandy and Ryan were her best friends in the office. They joined her at their favorite after-work bar once she told them about the day she had.

"Dude, that's brutal. I see you're already working on a mojito but let me go ahead and buy you the next one," Ryan said.

"I won't turn it down," Carmen said.

"So, they gave you an extra week. That's a good thing, right?" Sandy asked, sipping on her red wine.

"Yeah. But still feels like shit. Like I let the company down," Carmen said.

"No, that's bullshit. You're a rockstar. Take the week and just do your work. But first... Mojito," Ryan said, before giving the ladies a salute and heading to the bar.

"I'm right behind you. Wine duty calls," Sandy said, offering a salute and also heading to the bar.

Carmen offered a smile, which quickly faded as soon as they were out of her view.

She took a deep breath and whipped out her phone. Vaughn was probably home by now, so she decided to send him a text.

Baby, I had a ROUGH day... she typed, and hit send.

A few moments later, she received a text response from Vaughn.

Tell me all about it. But first, why is our house a mess?, he responded.

"Shit," Carmen said out loud.

She completely forgot that she sent Tina over to ransack the house.

Vaughn loved keeping a clean house, so she knew that wouldn't go over well.

Suddenly, knowing that her man was home, Carmen didn't want to be anywhere else. She needed the warmth of Vaughn's arms wrapped around her.

She paid her tab, gave her co-workers a heads-up that she was leaving, and called a cab.

A ROUGH Climax

Carmen peered out of the window of the cab as it pulled into her neighborhood. Just as the driver maneuvered into the front of her house, Carmen felt her phone buzz.

It was a text from Vaughn:

On your knees in the driveway when you get back, he said.

Carmen paid for her ride, got out of the car, and scrunched her nose in confusion at the message.

The cab peeled off and Carmen stood in the driveway, confused.

"On my knees?," Carmen thought out loud.

She felt a bit silly at first. But perhaps the mojitos took away her inhibitions a bit. Carmen drunkenly chuckled, wondering if she was even interpreting the text correctly.

But still, she did as she was told.

She looked around to see if the coast was clear. It was nighttime, so nobody was outside. She dropped to one knee and then the other.

"Ouch," she said, the pain from the concrete driving into her knees and shins.

Carmen waited a few minutes, and then suddenly felt silly. He had to have been pranking her to cheer her up or something.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, she saw the shadowy figure of Vaughn walking toward her.

Carmen bust out laughing and began to stand to her feet.

"You got me. I actually thought that you--" before Carmen could finish her sentence, Vaughn pushed her back down to her knees by her shoulders.

He began unzipping his pants.

"What are y--" Carmen's sentence got cut short by Vaughn's hard dick being shoved into her mouth.

The next thing Carmen knew, her jaw was being stretched and her eyes were watering from Vaughn voraciously fucking her mouth. He gripped her hair into a ponytail and bobbed her head up and down, feeding it to her.

The shock and thrill of the moment overtook Carmen. She couldn't believe Vaughn was making her suck his dick outside in front of everyone. It was nighttime, sure, but what if someone saw them?

She looked up and saw Vaughn staring back down at her, watching in pleasure as she served him.

Carmen felt her feelings of stress being replaced by a more delightful, naughty type of fear. She savored the taste of Vaughn's penis as the night air also sent a chill up her spine.