SECOND UPDATE: Fucked the work experience girl yet again [M35/F18]

[ORIGINAL POST](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4q9m5z/fucked_the_work_experience_girl_last_weekend/)

*tldr: After striking up a friendship with the work experience girl (Laura), I gave her my number (at great risk) during her last day at the office. Turns out that she also had a crush on me, and incidentally was a horny sex freak. That weekend we had sex all night in a budget hotel room.*

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[FIRST UPDATE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4rc828/update_fucked_the_work_experience_girl_again_last/)

*tldr: We went on a dinner date. I didn’t enjoy it much due to anxiety from the perceived judgement of being seen with such a young girl. Despite that, we ended the night by having intense sex in the back seat of my car. She revealed that she was heavily into the “daddy” kink, and also told me that she loved me during sex.*

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I didn’t plan on doing an update until at least early next week, but the last few days have been CRAZY so I had to get this written down straight away, both to help me to process and because so many people have requested updates. I’m not sure if there’s any etiquette with how often I should be posting, but I figure if you guys get bored of hearing about my drama then you’ll stop upvoting and commenting.

 

Before I get started though, I’d like to acknowledge everybody who has taken the time to comment or PM with advice, criticism or praise. I’ve received a lot of messages from people from varying moral standpoints and I appreciate every single one of them. Some sent messages of warning, others were deeply concerned, some were expressing their jealousy, and others offering contingency plans. The situation I’ve gotten myself into is very new for me, so having access to these opinions is invaluable, especially seeing as I’m keeping this a secret IRL and so I don’t have anyone else to confide in. Also, I am heavily compelled to keep updating because it’s such a crazy situation and I have to tell SOMEONE about it, but I fear the judgement of my friends and family. But anyway, on with the story.

 

The big issue that was left overhanging from the previous encounter was the fact that she said “I love you” in the heat of the moment. She began saying it in text messages and throughout our phone calls as well. She also began talking about distant future plans, like outlining her timeline for engagement, marriage, children etc. Over the phone on Tuesday, I told her that I was concerned by how quickly her feelings were developing and how rapidly she was escalating the relationship. I told her that I cared for her very much, but as we’ve only been in a FWB arrangement for a couple of weeks it might be healthy to hit the brakes a little to make sure that we keep our heads on straight moving forward. She went quiet for a while, eventually telling me that moving this quickly “felt right” to her and that she didn’t care.

 

After hearing that, I thought long and hard about my course of action. Entering into a long term, legitimate relationship with an 18 year old girl is something that I’d been thinking about a lot recently and would definitely be plagued with difficulty, to say the least. Even if I could live with the (most probably negative) judgement from my family, friends and colleagues, from what people have been telling me the relationship would most likely not make it further than her 21st birthday under the best of circumstances. From my perspective, keeping it casual and discreet was the best way to go, but it wouldn’t work if one of us was becoming too attached. Seeing as she was obviously developing an infatuation, I began contemplating the possibility of ending it (though I chose to keep this to myself for the time being).

 

The next day at work, I was chatting with co-workers in the afternoon (literally standing around the water cooler) and was halfway through a sentence when Laura walked straight by us. I started stammering as I struggled to conceal my shock. One of the guys I was talking to glanced around to see what I was looking at, and flashed a cheeky grin back at me. He must’ve thought that I was just distracted by a random hot piece of young ass that walked by. Phew! I rushed back to my station and started sweating bullets, wondering what the fuck she was doing here. My mind raced through the possibilities: was this an intimidation tactic? Or was she straight up just going to get me fired? I felt light headed as I was consumed by intense anxiety.

 

She walked by my station a couple of times. The first time she was with the boss, and she just walked past without acknowledging me or making eye contact. The second time she was by herself, and she made eye contact and gave me a quick smile and eyebrow pop. Then she went back into the bosses office. I drafted a text message; “wtf are you doing here?” but sat there in agony without sending it. 15 minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was a text from her.

 

“Wanna grab dinner tonight?”

She’d sent it while in the office with my boss. What in the holy fuck was this? Some kind of advanced psychological warfare? If I’d had access to a samurai sword, I might have committed seppuku right there on the spot.

 

I decided to take it at face value and respond literally. I didn’t want her to smell my fear.

“Sure” I wrote.

“Meet at your car after work”

 

I left work a minute or two early to get to my car first. I sat in the drivers seat and put some music on in an attempt to relax myself. A couple of minutes later she jumped in the passenger side. I played it cool. I calmly asked her why she was there. She said that she needed to finalize some paperwork for her work experience placement and was going to try and sweet talk the boss into maybe keeping her on part-time. I asked her why she didn’t let me know she was coming in, and she said she wanted to surprise me.

 

“Were you surprised to see me?” she asked, her beautiful eyes gazing at me innocently.

I chuckled as I replied that yes, I had been very surprised to see her. I exhaled and it felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off my chest. We drove into china-town for an early dinner. Even though she was modestly dressed in work clothes, I was still preoccupied by the real or imagined judgement coming from the wait staff and other diners. She noticed my discomfort.

 

“You act differently when we’re in public.”

After dinner we walked back to my car. We sat and spoke for a while longer. She asked if I was ashamed to be seen with her. I said that I wasn’t, but I wasn’t used to attracting so much attention and it was hard to get comfortable. She told me that it didn’t matter what anybody thought. We were both adults, sure there was a large age difference but neither of us were doing anything wrong. I told her that I was worried about people assuming that I was a pervert or a predator. She went silent as she contemplated this.

 

We made out for a bit, but nothing sexual happened apart from me grabbing and slapping her ass a bit. It was too hard to keep my hands off the thing. I dropped her off at her car back at the parking garage at work and drove home.

 

Maybe it would be for the best if we ended it, I thought to myself on the way back. We seemed to be at odds. She wanted a real relationship. I was ashamed to be seen with her in public. She was right about that. I couldn’t see how this was going to work.

On Thursday at work, my thoughts kept drifting towards how I was going to end this thing with Laura. I wondered if I could make her see things from my point of view without angering her, which was important as I didn’t want her disrupting my life or work.

 

She texted me, asking me to call her when I finished. Interesting. Maybe she was thinking the same thing? Perhaps this could be a relatively clean split after all.

 

She began by telling me that she went to the gym that morning for a 3 hour glute and leg workout. My first thought was jesus, no wonder that ass was so amazing. She continued, saying that while she was exercising she had a chance to think things over and that she had a new perspective on the situation. She’d thought about what I said earlier that week about us rushing things, and also the fact that I was uncomfortable being seen together in public. She said that she didn’t want to end whatever this was that we had, but that she agreed that putting on the brakes was a good idea. She told me that she would stop saying “I love you”, but not in the bedroom – she wanted to keep that in our dirty talk repertoire.

 

I pressed her and made doubly-sure that this was what she wanted. She promised that this was what she actually wanted and not an attempt to appease me. We’d go back to being “secret friends with benefits”, keeping romance out of it and being non-exclusive sex partners. I thought it was strange that she’d so quickly changed her tune, but I believed her. For whatever reason, I’d had many epiphanies occur while I was in the gym or jogging as well. If you’re ever feeling conflicted over something, or if you have a big decision to make, try going for a run. It really does help.

 

With that discussion resolved, we shifted gears to sexy talk. She said she wanted to make sure that I understood that no matter what the terms of our relationship, in the bedroom she would always be my little fuck-toy. She said that if I had any fantasies or things that I wanted to try in the bedroom, she wanted to bring them to life, and that she would be open to almost anything. She asked me if there was anything that she could say, or anything that I wanted to say during sex to make it hotter. After some consideration, I came up with a phrase that she could say next time we were having sex. She reiterated that she would do anything for me, and asked me again if there was a fantasy that I had in mind. There was something that I often thought about, but I’d never even considered requesting it of my wife. She would straight up murder me for even daring to think it. It was an idea that I came up with in the 4 years that watching porn was my only sexual outlet. I told her what it was, and without hesitation, she agreed to do it for me.

 

We talked dirty to each other, describing what we would do to the other and she urged me to cum while I was on the phone with her. Afterwards, we talked about making plans to see each other again. Since she was on break from school, she said that she had a lot of free time and she spent her days exercising at the gym or playing a new shooting game on her Xbox that she was obsessed with, so she was pretty much available whenever. I came up with a plan to call in sick the next day, and she could come over while my wife was at work. I haven’t used a sick day all year and I didn’t have any deadlines to make this week, so I figured it would be pretty harmless to miss just one day of work. She seemed excited by the naughtiness of the plan.

 

The next day (Friday) I got up at my usual time and pretended to get ready for work at the same time as my wife did (we’re in the process of divorcing but still living together. We’ve agreed that having sex with other people is okay but we’re not to bring them home. Laura doesn’t live with her parents but she’s in shared accommodation with people her own age who would probably freak if I turned up there). I drove to a quiet spot away from my usual route and killed twenty minutes by reading news and articles on my phone. I returned home and confirmed that my wife had left, and texted Laura giving her the all-clear. She arrived about half an hour later, following my instruction to not park in our driveway.

 

We didn’t even say a word to each other before we passionately starting making out. It was thrilling having this sexy 18 year old nymphomaniac in my house, all to myself for the entire work day. My wife and I sleep in different rooms now. She took the master bedroom and I tool the spare, which was previously being used as a study. I guided us into my room and threw her onto my bed. I was hard and ready to fuck. As I moved into position, she stopped me. She nodded over to the computer and said “do you want to do that thing we talked about?” I inhaled sharply and said fuck yes, I do.

 

I took off my trousers and sat down at my computer, in the same chair that I’m sitting in to write these stories for strangers on the internet to read. She doesn’t know about them and probably never will. She stripped naked, grabbed a pillow and crouched underneath the desk. I went to my bookmarks and found one of the porn videos that I’d found on reddit and saved for viewing later. It was a “casting couch” video of a young blonde girl with huge tits getting fucked for the first time on camera. I put my headphones on. As I watched the opening interview of the video, I felt the warm, wet sensation of Laura’s mouth around my cock. I moaned loudly. I resisted the urge to look underneath the table and instead focused my attention on the sexy young girl in the video. As the girl in the video got down on her knees to give a blowjob, I thrust myself into her mouth a little, signalling her to suck a bit harder. I watched the rest of the video, which was about 10 minutes long. It was absolutely incredible. Here I was, watching porn while a young slut sucked my cock. This horny little 18 year old was so desperate to be my pleasure-slave that she would basically let me use her mouth as a tool for me to masturbate to porn. I couldn’t believe she had agreed to this.

 

After the video finished I loaded another one that I bookmarked but hadn’t watched yet. It was POV video of two girls sucking a cock. As the girls in the video eagerly fought over the cock with their mouths, my little fuck-toy was devouring mine under the table. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grabbed the sides of her head and thrust myself aggressively into her mouth. She made gagging sounds but made no attempt to resist me at all. I kept pumping into her face, my eyes glued to the screen. The guy on screen was nowhere close to cumming, but I was. I gripped her tightly as I blew into her mouth. She increased the suction and swallowed repeatedly as torrents and torrents of cum spurted directly into her mouth and throat. As I caught my breath, she pushed my chair back and emerged from underneath the desk, giving me a sultry look with those beautiful grey eyes, her lower face entirely covered with bubbly saliva and cum.

 

I was spent, so I told her I’d need a little while to recover. I stood up and slumped over, directly onto the bed. She asked me if she could see which videos I had been watching. As she watched them herself, she propped her legs on the table and masturbated.

 

A little while later she joined me on the bed. She played with my cock, slapping it back and forth and tracing it with her fingers. I told her that what she had done for me was amazing, and that I never imagined that I would meet a girl who would do that for me. She smiled while she gazed at my cock, checking for signs that it would be getting hard again soon.

 

My cock began stiffening up again. As I approached full hardness, she said that she had to quickly go to the bathroom to clean up. “You’re cruel” I called out to her as she walked down the hallway. I stroked myself, determined to maintain my erection until she returned.

 

She seemed to be taking a while so I got off the bed and sat down at my desk again. I began checking my newsfeed when I noticed movement in my peripheral vision. I spun around, and my eyes proceeded to bug out of their sockets. She was standing there in her school uniform.

 

The top was white and tight. The skirt was navy with plaits. A striped necktie and white and blue knee high socks completed the outfit. She had tied off the top and hiked the skirt up a little for full effect.

“Oh my god” I think I said, though I’m sure it wasn’t audible. She’d mentioned doing this in one of our first phone calls, and I expressed enthusiasm but this was a complete surprise. I was definitely into this. This was one of my most perverted fantasies. And best of all, this wasn’t a costume, this was her actual school uniform, the one she would wear when she resumed classes.

 

I didn’t waste any time. I threw her onto the bed again and grabbed a condom from my drawer. She spread her legs for me as I hastily rolled the condom down my shaft. Of course, no panties. I got on top and sunk into that tight, wet, teenage pussy. By now I had gotten more used to the extreme tightness and was able to fuck her a bit harder initially. She started moaning with that high pitched voice of hers that always made me crazy. The school uniform was really doing it for me. I thrust and thrust, and even though doggy was our favorite position I knew that I was just going to pound her in missionary until I blew.

 

I grabbed both of her wrists with my right hand and pinned them down above her head. She has tiny little arms so it was easy. I kept hammering myself into her, each thrust making a loud thud against her pelvis. I looked into her eyes as I pounded her. She had slipped into the daddy/daughter role-play again, muttering “I love you daddy” over and over again.

 

“Say it. Say the line.” I said. She knew what I wanted to hear.

“I’m a slutty, eighteen year old fuck-toy, and I love being used by older men” she gasped as I nailed her harder and harder.

“Say it again”

She repeated the phrase.

“Say it again”

I didn’t have to ask again. She repeated herself as I pounded her mercilessly, still pinning her arms to the bed. The combination of hearing those words and the school uniform was too much. I buried myself in to the hilt and released myself, moaning loudly as I stared into her eyes.

 

After a lengthy recovery period, I prepared some bagels and we lounged around the house, watched tv and whispered sweet nothings to each other. We had sex once more in the afternoon before she left, with several hours to spare before my wife would return home.

 

It hasn’t been long enough yet to see if our new, “less attached” relationship is working out. We’ve agreed to see each other a maximum of once per week and to cut back on texting and phone calls. I’m hoping it works out like this. Not sure when the next update will be, but if anything noteworthy happens I’ll be sure to post again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4s1ebx/second_update_fucked_the_work_experience_girl_yet