This story has a few special spots in my memory. For one, it was the third night in a row with my co-worker that we closed together, and having had 3 amazing sexual encounters so far, 2 of them having had happened the two previous nights. The second reason this night sticks out is that it introduced our (well at least my) favorite place to fuck at work: a bar stool located in the corner next to one of our projectors.
A fear of mine was that she would grow tired or bored messing around at work, especially since I don’t think of myself as anything spectacular; I’m bald, slightly overweight with an average-sized cock. She, on the other hand, is an extremely cute, sexually-enlightened, large breasted woman. My goal was to keep her interested enough to continue making work fun.
On this particular night, there was little foreplay, little innuendo, nothing like the two previous nights, so I didn’t know for sure if things would happen: I was wrong–way wrong.
As we went to shut down the lights for the theatre, I grabbed her, pushed her up against the wall, and began to kiss her passionately. I grabbed her hands and pushed them up against the wall behind her head as I worked my way from her lips to her neck. On this night, I don’t know what got into me, but I wanted to dominate her.
Not wanting to rip her work shirt, I unbuttoned them gently, despite wanting to just rip her shirt off, buttons be damned. I exposed her pierced breasts and began to play with her nipple rings with my tongue, licking, flicking, and biting them as if it were her clitoris. I began to leave a trail of hickeys across her neck and chest as she writhed with ecstasy, begging for my cock.
I gave up control for a minute, just long enough for her to crouch on the ground to unleash my rock-hard cock. She began to gently lick the tip of my dick, but I had other ideas; I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth all the way to my thighs as I began to face fuck her. She looked up in my eyes as I pushed her head back and forth. The look she gave me was of sheer enjoyment as I maintained eye contact with her as I rammed my cock deeper into her mouth.
After a while, she gasped for air, which gave me the opportunity to start fucking her. I picked her up from the floor, flipped her around, and slipped her pants down. Since there was a chair nice and handy, I pushed her over the chair and began to fuck her. She has this way about her that whenever I put my dick in her, she lets out a cute little moan, but this time it was an exasperated moan as I went full thrust into her. I grabbed onto her hips with one hand and forced her lower back over the chair with the other. She began to scream in pleasure, and I felt my cock getting harder and harder with each thrust.
She yelled “I’m cumming, I’m cumming”, and it fueled me to keep pace, slapping my balls against her clit. As she began to tremble, I slowed down for a few seconds to let her compose herself before I began another volley of thrusts into her tight pussy.
After she came again, it was time for me to finish. It took a lot of creative breathing to keep from cumming after the first few minutes. That’s the thing about new pussy; it’s exciting and feels amazing. I grabbed onto her hips as I let loose my seed inside her, trying to get every drop inside of her.
After I climaxed, I rubbed my cock around inside until I plopped it out. She let loose another squeal of delight: mission accomplished.
That chair became a regular staple of our 100 days of work sex, and every night we’d close, even if it wasn’t together, the sight of the chair made us both frisky.
We have since both moved on from the theatre, but the life and memory of #fuckchair lives on in our hearts, our minds, and most importantly, our loins.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6umd9j/fuckapalooza_at_the_movies_part_33_mf