[MF] The Intern

She looked over her shoulder to ensure she had my attention as she guided my cock toward her pussy. As I stared into those brown eyes, she spoke. It was barely above a whisper but every word was heard clearly.

*”Be gentle…I’m very tight.”*

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So this is going to be a weird story but I had to tell it as it has been weighing on me. I’m going to try and format it as best I can but I apologize for any jumps.

A little over a month ago, we hired an intern from a local college. This was something that I’ve pushed for every year I’ve been employed with my company but I was always told no. Imagine my surprise when on a Wednesday they told me my intern was going to start on Friday. I wasn’t consulted. Never saw a resume. I didn’t have a name until Friday morning. But whatever. I work in a chaotic environment and this would be easy to deal with. There have been much grander challenges thrown my way.

I meet the intern on Friday and she’s great. She’s incredibly smart (way overqualified for what I was going to have her do), personable, and charming. I was given her resume that morning and learned as much as I could about her so it wasn’t *too* awkward when we met. After the formal introductions, the day was spent mostly just showing Karen (the intern) around the workplace, introducing her to people, taking her to lunch to get to know her, and setting up her workstation with our IT department, you know, the usual orientation style stuff.

I would be at fault if I didn’t mention Karen as being attractive. She was (and I guess still is) a volleyball player and her body reflected that. She was thin and toned everywhere, her skirt showing off her athletic calves and thighs while also highlighting her serious ass. Her blouse showed a pair of small B cups and the white nail polish clashing with her dark skin complimented her look well. Her hair was tight in a weave that I’m certain was her preferred look due to years of sports.

Our conversations were good but it just seemed like there was some awkwardness between us. One minute she was confident and bositerous and the next she was timid and shy. I chalked it up to a millenial/lack of job experience thing and thought nothing of it. This was her first “real” job opportunity and I don’t think she was used to being around so many older individuals. My company tends to be more senior in nature with me being one of the younger employees.

Two weeks go by and everything is great. I basically leave her be for days at a time then check in to see how the projects are going. She has taken to the work like a fish in water and minus my interruptions to force her to network with other colleagues, she’s perfect. While we had a good “boss”/employee relationship going on, there wasn’t any personal talks. If I asked how her weekend went, I got a “good” or “uneventful”. If I asked about the world cup (as she wore a pin for a particular country), she’d respond with “it’s a fun time of year.” I wasn’t asking to be best friends but with the informal nature of our office, it was noticeable how reserved she was being.

One of my closer friends at my company, Sage, had taken a liking to the girl and they had quickly become very chummy. Sage would chat with her and then share any ‘fun’ stories with me, just so I could hear about her being a human being as opposed to my “underling” and honestly, the work is dry so any gossip is worthwhile. Sage had a fun tidbit for me.

Sage told me that Karen was not 22, as she said, but actually 20. She was graduating early and embelished her age as other organizations dismissed her as being too young. She had bought a fake ID for bars (through some website that we browsed for a few hours as jealousy took hold. I remember just handing a photo of ourselves and cash to a stranger and receiving a weird name and address in return) and I guess she used that for her HR forms or our HR team didn’t notice the discrepency (that’s more likely. They’re a mess). I was honestly more upset that we didn’t background check compared to the fact that she had lied about her age. She’s a minority woman and anything that she can do to get a leg up is worthwhile. She was clearly qualified and I was glad to have her around. This information, while juicy, didn’t particularly do anything for me so it was fun to know but basically useless.

Things went off the rails that weekend though. I went to a new bar in my city that was basically a food court that younger people frequent. I’m 29 but there’s a clear disconnect between my age and the 22 year old’s running around here but I was told I had to eat there and I was glad I did. The food was amazing. But I’ll save that for a different subreddit.

Lo and behold, I spot Karen out with some people I’ve never seen before. She’s sitting at the bar drinking some blue/orange concoction and laughing and having fun. I’m not going to butt in and rain on her parade so I chalk this spotting up as gossip for Sage and finish my beer with the group I went with.

She eventually got up to use the restroom and I couldn’t help but check her out. She wore this short white dress that looked like the designer outfit of the bedsheet toga’s you’d wear to parties in college. She was stunning and I wasn’t the only one to be caught making eyes at her. It’s always so weird (to me at least) to see people you only see professionally live a little.

On her way back from the restroom however, she saw me. I didn’t know this at the time but learned it later. It became apparent that she was aware of me being here as while she sat at the bar, she was constantly turning her head and body to look at me and see if I was aware of her.

Eventually we made eye contact and Karen physically shrank in her seat. I learned later that Sage had told her that I was aware of her real age and her being spotted had her thinking she was going to be fired for one, lying and two, drinking as an underage person. After making eye contact, we did that weird thing where you look away like you’re both guilty and when I looked back a few minutes later, she had left. I actually felt bad as I didn’t want to be the cause of ruining her night but I also didn’t want to text her to say so as that would probably be more embarrassing.

On Monday, I share the story with Sage and we laugh. When Karen came in, it was like a switch had flipped for the girl. For the prior two weeks, she had dressed mostly professionally. But Monday, she wore a skirt that was an inch from being too short. We have standing desks at work and I know for a fact she didn’t sit all day. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she would have given more of a show than she was ready for. I made a comment to Sage and another coworker as I was unsure how to proceed. We figured it was a one-off type of deal.

Karen also made a point in our check-in to ask how my weekend was. We chatted about the restaurant, she blushed, but I didn’t mention anything else. My mind actually raced to one of those porno “what will it take for you not to say anything” scenes and I did not want that to even be an option of a sentence for her.

On Tuesday, we dressed way down to do some community outreach. The standard fair was a t-shirt and jeans. I volunteered to work outside (which was dumb. It was so hot) painting and repairing a playground that was in disarray. I was rocking a grey shirt and basketball shorts. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt that outlined her sports bra and jeans that must have been a fight to get on. While there were other coworkers with us, we mostly worked in pairs and try as I might to ger her to meet other people, we kept getting stuck together.

At work, I’m always in a suit and I don’t really interact with my colleagues outside the office so seeing me dressed differently is typically a shock to most people. I like to dress as down and comfortably as possible. If it was any more down, you’d be offering me money on the street. I guess it helps me be “incognito”. But I digress.

Karen kept her eyes on me all damn day. Whenever it was just us, she would brush against me or make double entedres straight out of a bad porno like “you can be rougher with that hoe, I know you can” as I worked the ground. There would be a laugh after it like we were friends making old jokes but we had never gotten to the friend stage so getting to the dirty joke stage was weird. The touching I didn’t think of risque in the moment as it was always a hand to be helped up or her hand on my shoulder for support but that was me being niave.

After the day of service, we were filthy. Just caked in sweat, dirt, dust, and paint. We organized our crew to have a happy hour in the office as while we all earned a beer, we didn’t think a bar would want us in our state. Drinking in the office had everyone having fun and the few of us that didn’t have to drive or could Uber home, took advantage of the fact. There were five of us. Sage, myself, Karen, another intern, and Sami. Sami and the other intern were pretty much doing their own thing, talking local politics. Sage was waiting for her wife so they could walk home together and was basically just reading memes on her phone. Karen didn’t drink. She had water and maybe a La Croix but no alcohol. I had all the alcohol.

“Sorry if I disappointed you the other day…” Karen said during a lull in the action.

The puzzled look on my face made her clarify.

“You know, at the marketplace…”

I laughed. I assured her that’s nothing and water under the bridge. We ended up having the chat that her and Sage (and then, Sage and I) had about the ID website and such. This led to sharing dumb college stories and she made sure that her hand would touch my forearm with each joke. Sage picked up on it before leaving but told me later that I was a “grown man” and could “do what you want.”

Wednesday was not any better. Her outfit. Dear lord. It was a black and blue striped skirt that thankfully went to her knees but was body tight. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her top was a modest ivory top with a blazer that paired was perfectly respectful of the workplace but when it got ‘hot’, that top was anything but appropriate. Due to the labor of the previous day, a lot of people were working from home. There were maybe seven of us in the entire building. She stood in the doorframe of my office with her back against the frame. She brought her leg up so the bottom of her foot was against the frame and it caused the arch of her back to *just* curve off the frame. I swear I’ve seen Angelina Jolie do it in some movie.

“Seems pretty dead in here today. Any *hard* assignments I can help with today?”

She accentuated the word *hard* and the sweat started to form on my brow in my air conditioned office. I had “prepared” for this escalation by having an actual tough assignment ready for her. There was some dismay in her face when I started talking jargon but she was not broken. After she settled back at her station, I immiediately left my office.

Things were getting so out of control that I went to HR to make a formal record that I was uncomfortable with her attire and advances. I even had a witness back me up. Don’t get me wrong. This woman was incredible. Sexy, forward, young. At a bar, I wouldn’t have given this a second thought.

But I have bills to pay and while I oogle every woman I see and enjoy the rougher side of things in the bedroom, I was not going to risk my career.

But sex is such an odd topic. Some people don’t want to hear about it. I mentioned this scenario to some friends and they were like “so ya fucked her on your desk, right?”. I needed an outlet. Enter Stephany.

Stephany was a former FWB/quasi-girlfriend from the past year and while we no longer hooked up, we remained good friends. The whole relationship aspect fizzled because she would do anything I asked. Which sounds great but eventually the fun wears off when you realize she’s not into it but only performing for you. That wasn’t fair to her and since my likes are more left-field than most, I didn’t want to subject her to that.

I texted her that I needed her ear and she joked that was one hole I hadn’t been in. She’s a great friend. We got a drink Wednesday night.

As we sat at the bar and chatted, she could tell that I was actually conflicted about what was going on. I could paraphrase the psychoanalysis that she subjected me to but that’s not really important. She jokingly suggested that I needed a surrogate to get my attraction to her out of my system. We scanned the bar but being a Wednesday, the crowd wasn’t exactly the A-Team. Rather bluntly she asked if I wanted to “bang it out”. I wasn’t sure if that was the answer but who was I to say no?

As we barged into my home, we quickly embraced in a liplock that was forged from familiarity. Stephany licked and nipped at my earlobe and i moaned her name. She instantly stopped and looked into my eyes.

“No.” She grabbed my hand and outstretcthed my index finger to poke her in the chest. “Tonight, I’m Karen.”

I felt my knees buckle and didn’t need further instruction. I immediately grabbed her and turned her, pushing her face against the door we just walked in from. While Stephany was being Karen, I knew what I could and could not do to her. We didn’t have to cover our bases or establish a safeword. I didn’t have to ask if she was clean or how hard I could smack her face.

With her cheek pressed against the peep hole, my hand came down on her jean covered ass. She yelped on the first hit and the peephole dug into her skin. I pressed my chin against her ear and started to whisper.

“You thought you could tease me? At work!?” I snarled, another hard slap coming down on her ass. I grabbed at her waist and belt loop and dragged her pants off her hips. This is the only thing I regret as I popped a belt loop and it definitely wasn’t comfortable. I could have done a better job unfastening and unzipping the jeans.

The thong covering her holes was pushed to the side bluntly as my fingers started to push and prod at her body. Two fingers quickly found their way into her wet pussy as my forearm held her by the neck against the door.

“So what is it? You want to sleep your way up the ladder or are you just a slut?” I growled, my fingers causing a whimper to escape her lips. She answered but I couldn’t hear her. I asked her to speak up but it was the same result. Loosening my grip around her neck she coughed and looked to the ground. Pulling out of her cunt, my hand found her bare ass for the first time and I let her have it. Three hard strikes and she breathed out “both”.

“On the ground. Now”. I ordered, stepping back and undressing as she fell to her knees. As I stepped back, she went completely commando to the floor, her stomach hugging the hardwood. I moved to the sofa, sitting down and told her to crawl. Propping herself on her elbows, she crawled two feet to the carpet when I motioned for her to come around under the coffee table.

“So you want to be a professional? Let me see if your mouth is even worth keeping around, let alone hiring full-time.” I slipped off the sofa onto my knees, my cock bobbing in front of her mouth under the table. The table was glass and as we made eye contact, she lowered her mouth over every inch I gave her.

She didn’t blow me like a whore or a slut or even like Stephany used to. She was Karen and this was the blowjob she imagined Karen would give.

The glass separating us created two different worlds and while I was staring into the eyes of a woman who had sucked me dry 100’s of times, I was in the mouth of a complete stranger.

Every flick of her tongue, every time she bottomed out, the look in her eyes, I was seeing a different person.

The positioning and table left her mostly in control as I couldn’t face-fuck her due to the table edge but for once, I was fine relenting.

I couldn’t tell you how long the blowjob lasted before I emerged from my trance and grabbed her under the table by her hair. I pulled her under towards the sofa, her body and back bouncing against the frame of the table before I threw her on the couch.

She turned and laid on her stomach as while she was ‘Karen’, Stephany knew my favorite position was prone. I climbed behind her and placed my cock against her waiting lips.

“Wait” she whispered.

I had never been told to wait and thought maybe she was laying on a remote or something.

She looked over her shoulder to ensure she had my attention as she guided my cock toward her pussy. As I stared into those brown eyes, she spoke. It was barely above a whisper but every word was heard clearly.

*”Be gentle…I’m very tight.”*

Those five words unleashed a primal awakening within me. As my head slid between her pussy lips, I grabbed her around the forearms and plunged my length into her with one fell swoop. Her back arched and her hips pressed against the blue cushions as her fingers intertwined with the blanket left on the sofa. Two weeks of pent up frustrations with a twenty year old intern were taken out on another woman’s cunt.

All she could do under me was take it. There was no end in sight and her small body was no match for me or the leverage I had. She would try to moan but the sofa or blanket would muffle the noise. The same when she tried to catch her breath. My rythym was all over the place. For a few minutes, I would be fucking her pussy like I was trying to make the neighbors call the police for abuse. The next few, I was hitting her with long, deep strokes like I wanted to find her stomach. Throughout all of this, I never let go of her forearms.

She kept the act up, saying more things to make me think it was Karen I was fucking but honestly, I don’t remember what it was. All I could think about was my cock fucking her pussy. I eventually flooded her with cum and we fooled around a little more that night.

Going to work was strange. Pretending to fuck someone and then seeing them is *not* a solution. If anything, it made my intensity towards her more. Thursday and Friday we were in a conference so the interactions were normal.

But I only have one more week with her and after that, she’s no longer an intern.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z3m61/mf_the_intern