Hatefucking in her boyfriend’s office (M/f) (Part 1 of 2)

So, just a bit about me before I begin. my screenname is a joke, I'm probably somewhere to the left of Bernie Sanders*. I was pretty active in political organizations at my school, which made me not particularly liked by some of the more conservative people on campus, especially the SGA and Greek Life.

Eileen is the type of girl who'd fit in well on Fox News. She's a tall, perky, slender blonde with politics on the hard right end of the spectrum. I had had very public shouting matches during SGA meetings with both her and her boyfriend Jake, who at the time of this story had just been elected vice president of the student government.

I was surprised to see her when I went into my favorite bar one night at about 8pm. The bars in the town where my college is located are very heavily segregated by social circle. My bar is hipsters, punks, and the sort. She did not fit in in her black cocktail dress and expensive looking heels.

"Are you lost?" I teased her as I approached the bar, ordered a jack and coke.

She shrugged. "it's technically still my 21st for another few hours. I have to hit every bar in town.. traditions, you know."

"Oh, right, happy birthday. Sorry I didn't get you anything."

Another shrug. "better than what Jake got me. I found out he fucked one of my sorority sisters." she said. By how open she was, I could tell that the drink in her hand was not her first. Probably not her third. I didn't know how to respond. thankfully she said, "don't worry about saying sorry or anything, I'm only here so I don't have to deal with any friends who want to talk about my emotions and stuff. You could buy a lady a drink, though," she giggled. I did just that.

We talked for a while, sort of friendly and playful back and forth about politics mostly.The convo eventually turned to gossip, who was fucking who in the SGA.

"Kim speaks highly of you, by the way," she gave a knowing little half smile. Kim was my friend with benefits the previous semester, currently studying abroad.

"Does she now," I laughed, taken aback.

"Yes," she said, putting a hand on my leg. "That's what I need tonight. A good stiff… dicking." I almost laughed at the last word… it seemed so foreign coming out of a mouth that is usually so proper and reserved. "That's the problem with guys like Jake," she giggled again "they have the whole virgin/whore thing going on. They want their girlfriends to be ladies. But sometimes a lady doesn't want to be treated like a lady, you know?" she smiled coyly. I was stunned speechless. "I have the key to his office," she whispered in my ear.

And that's how I found myself drunk and half naked inside the SGA office, my tongue inside the mouth of a girl that 24 hours earlier I would not have been able to find a single good thing to say about. But now at least I could say this: she was a phenomenal kisser, needful, her tongue quick against my own. My hands found their way to her hips and then to her ass, pulling her against me.

"Well, you're happy to see me for once," she teased, groping my now throbbing cock through my jeans. I didn't say anything, just lifted her onto his desk, began to bite her shoulders and neck.

I unzipped her dress slowly, the other hand reaching up her smooth leg. I quickly found that she wasn't wearing any underwear and that she was shaven.

"I was hoping I'd see you," she giggled. She unzipped me slowly, her delicately manicured fingers finding their way around my now engorged cock.

"Oh my.. .very happy to see me," her eyes widened.

She took a condom out of her purse -my preferred brand, I wondered how much she and Kim had shared- and put it on me. "I want you to take me from behind," she said in my ear. "no offense.. i just can't believe I'm fucking you." I let her hop off the desk and entered her slowly, testing the waters, if you will. "Fuck, harder," she demanded. "Such language from a good Catholic girl," I teased," but I was more than happy to obliged. I grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch her back. I thrust as deep as I could, repeatedly, quickly, the desk shaking beneath her. I couldn't have been inside of her for more than a few minutes before I felt her knees tremble. I covered her mouth as she came, her voice muted. I continued to let lose, hammering away at her. The next day she'd snapchat me a picture of herself naked, she had bruises all along her collar bone and her hips from where I had gripped her. But in the moment she wasn't complaining.

She came a second time, bucking against me and I unloaded, unable to help but let out a gasp. I pulled my pants back up and went to the men's room to dispose of the evidence. When I came back she was gone.

"sorry," she texted later. "My sorority sisters are very insistent on making me feel better…. somehow I feel like I'm good though."

"Maybe we'll catch up again later."

"Probably will. Jake has this whole Monica Lewinsky fetish. He always wanted to do stuff in his office. Living well is the best revenge haha"

"Well.. technically you didn't Monica Lewinsky me."

"oh.. right…. I didn't. Pity. I give great head. Guess you'll have to find out later."

*I want to go down in history as the first person to mention Bernie Sanders in a Gone Wild Stories Post

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3561z2/hatefucking_in_her_boyfriends_office_mf_part_1_of

18 comments

  1. Yea uhh…if we could get Part 2 at some point today…..that’d be great.

  2. A good dicking? No girl says that to a guy. Skank or no skank, the word dicking is a ludicrous utterance.

  3. Girl here I tell my SO to give me a good dicking all the time. :)

  4. Sweet, now send me pics of you getting a dicking, or wanting one. I’ll wait.

  5. At my university, they had to install cameras inside of all the SGA offices because of all the horny students. I hope for your sake that you do not attend the same place.

  6. Excellent story. We need more rage/hatefucking on GWS.

  7. They were installed the next semester at my school, actually.

  8. I call Bernie Sanders and the Awkward Boner for the name of my ska band. I don’t have a ska band. I don’t play an instrument.

  9. >*I want to go down in history as the first person to mention Bernie Sanders in a Gone Wild Stories Post I fucking lost it.

  10. > My bar is hipsters, punks, and the sort. > ordered a jack and coke.

  11. It’s normal that I imagined you as Bernie Sanders right?

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