(M)an, I (f)uckin hate you Jill. Hatetsex.

I worked retail for a few years and had to work with this annoying girl, Jill. She was a worthless employee. She accomplished about an hours worth of work in one day.

At times I would call her out on how long it would take to do something and was always met with a blank stare. I hate you Jill.

Jill was alright looking. Not really my type. She always wore a loose tee shirt but I would have guessed her tits were a large b cup. She had a decent ass. She showed it off by always wearing tight jeans. She was always smiling and joking around too bad she was such a pill to work with.

I am good looking guy so I am told. I get compared to Jon Kraziski alot. I am 8.1″x5.5. Always looking for that compliment telling me I am big though.

One night the whole team headed out after work. I walked around the bar looking for a score. Jill was in the next room sitting on the edge of a pool table while two guys who were obviously getting ticked at her while they are trying to play. She was flirting in an obvious way. Ugh Jill.

I headed over to the dance floor to check out a girl I saw on the way in. By the next song Jill was out there trying to slow dance with a coworkers friend. So awkward because edm was playing and he was obviously not interested. Take a hint Jill.

I headed to a quiet end of the bar to get a drink. I was hoping the cute girl would head over. But there was Jill approaching. The bartender was taking forever. My back was to the bar and evertything else. Jill came over and pressed her whole body against me. Then she turned and her boobs each brushed my arm. I could feel her hard nipples. Then as she twisted around her ass cheeks each rubbed my thigh. What the fuck Jill.?

She acted like she was watching the tv so none of my coworkers could tell what she was up to but she kept moving her ass up and down my inner left thigh. I realised I was hard and she knew it. I hang about six inches when i have a semi. So there it was going straight down my leg and she found it with her butt crack and was working it. I was pissed at myself and her for my erection. Fuck you Jill.

She had me practically pinned to the bar. She spun around and put one foot on the bar foot rail and ground me. She kissed me hard and stuck her tounge in my mouth.

Enough Jill. This was going too far now. I put my hands on her hips to push her away and turned my head away from her kiss. Her tounge went right into my ear. My weak spot. My hands on her hips I pushed her about an inch from me and I realized her small waist felt really good. I instinctively ran my hands over her ass a few times. Then stopped with a couple fingers in her ass crack. Dont tempt me with you fucking nice ass Jill, cause I hate you.

That small space between us was all she needed and my hands lingering on her ass was her ticket. Her hand went for my cock. She pulled her headback looked dazed. She looked down at my cock and stared at it straining against my jeans in the dim light. She said with out taking her eyes off it that she wanted to leave if I could give her a ride home. The back of her hand found the ridge between my shaft and the head. Her fingers going back and forth over it. My dick was talking and I said Ok.

She headed over to her friends to tell them she was leaving with me. They smiled and gave her an approving nod. Maybe I should have taken a shot at one of them if they were so excited for her getting lucky. Fuck them. Fuck me. Fuck you Jill.

I headed for the door…

To be continued

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/55vdps/man_i_fuckin_hate_you_jill_hatetsex

8 comments

  1. Bravo, outside of 0.5, I have never seen anybody use other decimal on their cock length. The only other place I image reading a 8.1″ cock probably would be a medical journal.

  2. You know what I hate? Assholes who end their stories with ‘to be continued.’

    You had a good start, but I’ve had my fill of false promises.

  3. You were doing so well, and then you didn’t finish writing your story before posting. What, are you trying to catch the Tuesday rush?

  4. Reading this is like listening to Rorschach in Watchmen.

    That’s not a criticism just an observation and for describing hate sex probably not a bad metric.

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