[MF] that time Serena fucked me behind the front desk and got us fired.

It seems appropriate that the first GW story that I share be my first true “gone wild” moment in my life, when I was young and doe eyed about the carnal pleasures of the world. I was by no means inexperienced at the age of 18; I had my fair share of fun with girlfriends and girl “friends” before and in another life I would have considered my achievements up to that point to be quite admirable. But this was my first time with a true succubus that would wake the inner deviant in me. 

Now be warned, there is a bit of backstory before we get to the sex, so if that doesn’t interest you then skip down a few paragraphs.

 

Serena was sex appeal, she was temptation, she was forbidden fruit. They hired her to replace me during my last two months as a receptionist in a quality Inn before I left for university. I would come to dread the last few short days before I was to leave. I still remember the smell of her perfume when she shook my hand for the first time. Outwardly she seemed your typical friendly and approachable 19 year old girl, like the cute waitress at the neighbourhood diner, or the sweetheart kiosk girl at the local mall. But it doesn’t take long to see she had boldness that was rare for our age. If you were nice than she was nice but cross her and be ready to be sassed. She gave no shit and would take no shit, and seemed impossible to intimidate (though I would soon learn the limits of that).

 

At that age, I confess, I thought seduction was a crude art; show confidence, dominance, and superiority and they will cum (lol). And up until then it seemed to work well for me. But I had never tried to seduce a confident woman. No matter what I did I couldn’t get under her skin. And the more I tried the more it felt forced and stupid. I would make a snarky comment and she’d throw it back at me with Carlin level wit. I’d make a jab at her washboard (perfectly slender and petite) figure to try and make her feel self conscious, she actually flaunts it at me and infuriates me more. Nothing I was doing was making her interested.

 

But then came my chance, a week of night shifts: just her, me and 120 empty rooms (I’m exaggerating of course). I knew this was my chance so I psyched myself up to bring all the tricks and moves I had seen in movies and TV (yes yes I was that sad, haha).

 

But of course it was on that night that things go differently. It should be mentioned that in the 3 weeks leading up to this, Serena has alwaysarrived early, dolled up and ready to work in a nice pressed blouse (that’s just a size too small) and pencil skirt (that was just an inch too short). But she was always there on time and ready to work. That night she came in an hour and a half late and wasn’t even changed yet. She walked in without shoes in jeans and a tank top, a tote bag in hand instead of her purse, and her long raven black hair a matted tangled mess. I saw her running in from the car park and even through the double glass doors I could see the sadness in her eyes. 

 

When she came into the lobby I didn’t wait for her to recover. A girl like Serena doesn’t show her pain for attention, she would hide it behind jokes and sarcasm. I didn’t need wait for a reason or a cover story. I walked over and before she said anything I hugged her in a big bear hug. I don’t know what her initial reaction was but after a moment I could hear the sobs and feel her arms creep up behind me in a limp embrace. We stood there for a while before I grabbed a key to a spare room and lead her over. She would spend the night there and I would actually never know what happened to her that night.

 

Our relationship changed drastically in the following nights. There was a bit of softness between us, more trust. Dare I say friendship? She talked to me a bit more about herself, her love of music, how she wants to do stand up or write TV shows. I shared with her my love of writing and cooking and I made us snacks in the kitchen. Those next few nights I didn’t chase her at all. Instead we talked and laughed, and shared youtube videos on our phones. Despite her raised spirit i couldn’t find it in myself to do anything to her after seeing her moment of weakness. But luckily I didn’t have to.

For those that didn’t want to read the backstory, start here:

 

On the last night of our late shift run we were at the front desk. Everything was quiet and we had hours to kill but the front couldn’t be left empty. We only had these uncomfortable stools so I sat/leaned on one and she was perched on the counter instead. I was rambling about something to her when she suddenly asked me:

 

“Why have you not asked me about Sunday?”

 

“Well… It’s none of my business…”

 

“That usually makes people want to know more”

 

“Not me”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I like you.”

 

I wasn’t even really sure why I said it so matter of factory but out it came. I’m not sure which hit me first the embarrassment or the regret but Serena’s too quick for me to react.

 

“Well no duh, but you should want to know more then, Right?

 

I was a bit dumbfounded and not sure what to say. Of course she easily brushes it off, she’s too smart to be taken by surprise. In my stupor she had leaned in and gotten really close to me. I noticed when the smell of her perfume enveloped my senses and all I could see were her pail green eyes in front of mine. She gave me a coy smile. “Don’t freeze up now stupid, you’re supposed to seduce me.” She whispers.

 

Of course the instinct is to lean in and kiss her, try and catch her off guard right? But I hesitate and think too much and end up freezing in place. Seeing this she leans in and plants a soft one on my lips, just long enough for me to taste her sweet fruity chapstick. And the moment I try to go deeper, she moves away just enough to break the kiss, taunting me. I remember the mischievous look in her eyes, as if to remind me ‘you’re supposed to chase me.’ And as if to prove that point she lingers her lips close, really close, inviting me to move, making me work for it. I would later steal this move in future escapades.

 

Eagerly I dove in and took her lips in mine in a deep hungry kiss. She leaned in to me and her legs straddle me on the stool. I feel her hike her pencil skirt up to sit in my lap, grinding her warmnether into mine. Our kiss intensifies and my tongue fervently greets hers. I felt the need to show her my passion, my desire and overwhelm her with it. Thinking back on it, it was more clumsy than passionate. Yet, all she did was glide her hand down my chest and under by belt and she took back control. I felt her slender soft fingers expertly cradle and massage my growing member. Each stroke was a deliberate tease, diverting my attention, and slowing my pace to her liking. When I was too fast, she would tease the head, and distract me and slow me down; when I got too slow it would be more sensual strokes of the shaft that got me to speed up. I was putty in the hands of an artist.

 

Gracefully, she unbuckled me and took me out, both hands working on my whole length. Without breaking eye contact she slid down my chest, and faced my cock, engorged and wet with precum, trembling with anticipation. Her peircing green eyes locked on mine and took a long wet lick from the base of the shaft up to the head. It was almost too much to bear.

 

As a matter of fact, it was too much. 

 

I didn’t have time to make a noise. The combination of anticipation, days of pining, her incredible skill, and the overall naughtiness of doing this in the middle of a hotel lobby brought me to the edge and that soft wet tongue took me over, The first squirt went across her face, some got in her mouth and some in her hair. But you just couldn’t surprise this girl. As if reflexively, she swallowed my cock and i unloaded a few more pumps into her. I felt her suckle and tease the head, the tongue reaching beneath the hood, the suction coaxing every drop out. Throughout the leg shaking orgasm, she never let go of me, and just continued her oral massage until I felt the waves pass and myself starting to go flaccid.

 

Now up to this point in my life, I had never cum before a girl did, and took a bit of pride in that. I was young influenced by movies and porn about male performance and dominance (I swear I’m mostly different now lol). To be a stud you needed to outlast her and fuck her till she’s sore right? Otherwise you might as well be virgin. So the fact that I came so unexpectedly and so quickly embarrassed the hell out of me. The blood left my dick and rushed to my cheeks. I uttered a very faint “sorry” to her, as I felt I had shown her something shameful.

 

But this was Serena, she was having none of that. I swear I saw her smile with her eyes, even with her mouth still on my semi hard dick. In one swift motion she pulled my pants to the ground and pulled my legs free, spreading them apart and exposing me completely. I was now only leaning against the stool, bare assed, legs apart, and her kneeling between my legs. I could feel her open her mouth and the cum and spit in her mouth drizzled off her lips and along by balls, into her cradled hands.

I can think of no other way to describe what she did next except to say that she bathed me with her tongue, sloppily licking kissing, suck all around my cock and balls. Her hands busily caressed, stroked, and prodded the tender crevices that her tongue hadn’t reach. She used the spit and the cum like a lotion, gliding her mouth all around my super sensitive glands.She would run the soft flat of her tongue around my sack and scoop it against her lips and let it gradually fall into her mouth. She ran her lips up and down the semi hard hard shaft and would suck up the head and devour the whole thing in her mouth. And the noises she made was straight out of a porn scene. All my past experiences with blowjobs have been very hushed, the girls usually nervous or shy. But Serena serenaded me with slurps and sucking and drooling and gagging. The sounds resonated throughout the lobby and likely down the hall but it didn’t bother her at all. Every so often she would gasp for air, and I could see her almost playing with the cum and spit, rolling it in her mouth and spreading it along her cheeks, letting it drip down her chin. She was totally cum crazy, sucking the blood back to my cock.

I got hard, how could I not? She shoved it down her throat with piston like ease. I don’t claim to be well hung (a modest 6.5″) but she took all of me with no hesitation, driving me as far down her throat as she could. I could only hold on to the stool as she pumped her head into my pelvis, on a mission to choke on my rod. then a sudden jolt ran through me, a sensation I’ve never felt before. I felt her slick fingers caress my cheeks and then reach into my crack to prod my ass. As she bobbed her head, she used her spit soaked fingers to just gently push in time. Sensations I’ve never felt before rocked my body. I was on my toes, bracing against the stool and the wall, lost in ecstasy, letting this goddess have her way with me. I found a new erogenous zone that day, and have been grateful for it ever since. 

She evidently felt how well I responded and escalated her attack. I felt her slowly spread me and just the tip entered me. Reflexively i contract and jerk, and send new waves of pleasure throughout my body. 

 

When she released me from her mouth, I was harder than I’ve ever been. I was in a stupor and could only stared wide eyed as she used her hands to scoop up the cum and spit off her cheeks and chin and eagerly lick it off. Sashaying closer to me, she straddled me on the stool and leaded down and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself in her sweet breath and discovered just how much that turned me.

Entranced by her bewitching tongue, I felt my head part her lips and was enveloped by wet heat.

I let out a moan into her mouth and she slid down me. her mouth was hungry but her pussy was starved. Rocking her hips, grinding into my cock, I felt every little fold and soft spot inside her pulsing and contracting with each movement. So far I have only met a handful of girls with as responsive of a pussy as Serena. It didn’t just grip my dick, It danced around me. I felt it contract and swell, pulse and shake, flashes of heat and wetness; it was ecstasy in motion. I gripped onto her firm tight ass but was really only holding on. Make no mistake, she was the one fucking me.

Her mouth was agape, and wet still from our juices, unceremoniously drooling onto my chest, overwhelm by pleasure. And for the first time that night, I heard her moan, a sweet girlish sound that I had dreamed about for weeks. Resting her forehead against mine, hands on both shoulders, I saw her eyes flutter close, her cheeks flush, and letting out pants and moans and little squeals of delight. Then, every so often, i heard her mumbling between the laboured breath:

“Fuck me Sicofluv, Yes fuck me.”

“God yes Sicofluv *gasp* oh god yes fill me up Sicofluv”

“Sicofluv it’s, uh, it’s so deep, fuck, it’s so deep”

“Take me Sicofluv. I’m yours, take me.”

For the next 5 minutes she sang dirty lyrics and moaned to the rhythm of her hips. She would call my name so earnestly I can only believe it was deliberate. I felt the distinctive clench around my cock, and she gave a long drawn out moan, and shuddered. A hot wet rush of fluid ran down her thighs and onto mine. It was glorious.

Slowly she stood up and I could see for the first time her slit, smooth, puffy and red, glistening with sex. She still hand’t removed her red cotton panties, just shifted it to the side and completely soaked. She turned and bend over the counter, one knee up on the top, spreading her lips and showing me the pink folds within. I didn’t need instruction.

Shakily I stood up and almost stumbled from my now numb legs. I entered with enthusiastic vigour and coxed a cry of joy out of her. While I stood almost a 10 inches taller than her, she was the perfect height for me when bent over. One hand on her waist and the other on her raised thigh, I thrusted her against the counter. With each thrust I felt her clench, and her moans increase to screams.The halls were alive with the sound of pounding flesh, and screaming affirmation.

“Yes Sicofluv fuck, harder, fuck, yes.”

“Uh god make me yours Sicofluv, fuck your little slut.”

Then, staring at my cock disappearing between her ass, I remembered something. I pulled aside the panties even more and positioned a thumb over her rear. Like flipping a switch she bucked her hips and tilted her ass to spread her cheeks. My thumb slipped in easily and i could fell my own cock thrusting through the slick thin wall.

“Oh god yes Sicofluv. Open my slut hole.”

A little out of my depth, I wasn’t really sure where to reach or what to do as this was completely uncharted territory for me, so i simply started to thrust my fingers in rhythm with my hips. Feeling my own cock thrusting into her while in her ass made it so much more erotic. I was getting close and this was pushing me faster over the edge.

She climaxed again, squeezing on my cock and my thumb, legs and voice both shaking. It milked my cock and I felt it come dangerously close. “I’m cumming.” I muttered and was about to pull out. But suddenly, she reached back and grabbed my hips.

Looking sternly over her shoulder right at me, she growled “inside.”

I didn’t really have time to argue. I unloaded my second shot deep into her, this load significantly larger than my last. My head was blank and my body was afloat, and all my eyes could focus on was hers peering over her shoulder an evident look of satisfaction at receiving my load. when I was spent, she held on for a moment longer and then released me, sending me back against the stool, completely spent, trying to catch my breath.

Suddenly, i feel her mouth again. Looking down I see her gently lapping at my dick, diligently cleaning and slurping up the mess. Having cum twice in less than an hour, my gland was hypersensitive and the attention felt almost painful at times, but the site of her lapping up our mixed juices off my deflating member still gets me hard to this day. she left no corner unchecked and smacked her lips as she was done, and look up at me, as if to say ‘did you like that?’

What else could I do but lean down and kiss her.

The next day we both got fired after the boss saw the security tape. I nearly pissed myself laughing when Serena asked if we could have the tape too. We would spend the last month before i had to leave fucking almost every day. She would teach me things that I still use to this day, but I’ll share those stories later. Hopefully this will be the first of my many experiences I get to share with you guys.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6kuwc8/mf_that_time_serena_fucked_me_behind_the_front

35 comments on “[MF] that time Serena fucked me behind the front desk and got us fired.

  1. Amazing story! I don’t think I have the cajones to fuck in a lobby though. While reading the story I couldn’t help but think if a customer walked up lol

  2. Looking forward to the next installment; with a girl like that I imagine there’s so much more to tell.

  3. I don’t usually comment on posts here, but this was one of the best written ones I’ve read. You did an amazing job not just explaining what what happened but showing us. I seriously hope you make a career out of writing.

  4. There’s just something about using a Reddit name in a story that makes me laugh sometimes. “Fuck me, Reddithrowaway6969!” :)

  5. This is the first time I’ve seen my name in a story before. I’m not your Serena, but it was fun to make the connection. Hope you keep sharing.

  6. She sounds amazing, I wish I could be like her someday. (Smart/ confident/talented ;)

  7. Hot and very well written. I agree with some of the other people posting- you should consider trying to make a living off of writing.

  8. Jesus, one of the hottest stories I’ve read on here. Serena sounds like something special. Please write more stories about her!

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