A few years ago, I was a couple months into a new job where I met a cute guy in my department. We were both single, he was smart and made me laugh, but dating within the company seemed like such a bad idea. So I made sure to limit our interactions to mostly covert flirting around the office. Other people probably noticed but it was only flirting, no harm in that, right?
A few weeks after we had been flirting, he invited me to a house party at his place. This was my chance to show a little more skin that he was used to. I wore tiny denim shorts that my ass hung out the bottom of, a tight tank top with a cute bra underneath, and a sexy little thong. We had spent the night making eyes across the room, flirting when we ran into each other, and partnering up in beer pong. However, it was still an unspoken attraction, we hadn’t even kissed. By the end of the night, I had drank way too much alcohol, and was really in no shape to be around a guy I liked. My friends offered to take me home, but I was insistent I needed to stay to help him clean up…or something. My friends ended up leaving, asking me to text them when i got home. That was the last thing I remembered that night.
My next memory was waking up, naked, in his bed next to him also naked. I was shocked, I had no memory of the night, but my pussy was a familiar type of sore, and my inner thighs felt sticky. I battled my raging hangover headache and shook him awake. I was pissed. “What did we do last night??” I yelled. His response was, “Why don’t we play a game, two truths and a lie?” I was confounded. He continued, “I fucked you in doggy last night, you sucked my cock, and I didn’t use a condom.”
I stared at him, was he fucking serious?? I hadn’t even kissed this guy before and now I was playing a slutty game with him, laying naked in his bed? I responded, “Well I have very strong feeling we fucked, given my throbbing pussy lips, and I know when I get drunk I become very selfish, so I doubt I gave a shit enough to blow you, so I am guessing you fucked me raw.” I reiterated for emphasis, “You fucked a blackout drunk girl raw on the first night you ever did anything with her.” His only response was, “You got it right!” I was livid.
I tried to leave but he coaxed me to stay a little bit. He went and got me some water and advil, I laid in his bed, still naked trying to figure out what I needed to do. We started chatting, his stupid sense of humor starting to shine through again. An hour after the revelation he had me laughing and smiling, my headache was gone. I wasn’t nearly as mad as I should have been. And then it kind of hit me…I was a slut last night, but with none of the benefits of getting to enjoy or remember the sex. That just could not stand.
And so I turned what was a borderline rape story into a full-on slut story. I started to hook up with him. It didn’t take long before I was straddling his hard cock. I probably should have used a condom the second time, but I figured he had already fucked me raw, no point in being safe now. And so I rode his hard raw cock, this time getting to enjoy every second of my whore behavior. I had consciously decided to reward the man who just violated my sense of safety and self-respect with my wet pussy. I rode him until he came and filled my pussy (again). I know it was wrong of me, but I just couldn’t help myself, I needed his cock. And that day I taught him that taking what you want from a girl’s body can be rewarded with more of exactly what you want.
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Hope you enjoyed this 100% true story! Would love to hear your thoughts on it!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9z908w/fm_fucking_my_coworker_for_my_first_time_his
That is an awesome story, being true makes it even hotter!!!
Even though the story seems to have ended ok for you (apparently no lingering trauma?), you really should’ve had sex with him. I don’t say “again,” because there was no “borderline” to the first act. You couldn’t give consent, being unconscious, and that makes it rape. Period.
Please, do yourself a favor and check the legal standard for consent in your state: https://apps.rainn.org/policy/compare/consent-laws.cfm What this guy did might not be prosecutable, depending on your state (some, like Alabama, require that you fight back, which is fucked up), but just in case it is you can report him to the police. Or at least warn him to never do it again.
Edit: I see that this took place several years ago, but it’s still useful information in case there is a next time, or you feel like reading this guy the riot act.
My kind of woman.
> I had consciously decided to reward the man who just violated my sense of safety and self-respect with my wet pussy. And that day I taught him that taking what you want from a girl’s body can be rewarded with more of exactly what you want.
He was drunk, you were drunk, there was no victim here. You may have been more drunk, but when was the last time you saw a person drunk for the first time and could tell they were blackout drunk?
Interestingly sexy story until you feel violated. I would have loved to hear what happened between “I’m staying to clean up, and I’m naked and have no memory”. Do you think you were drugged? That would be a totally different story! But it’s sexy that you felt like letting your sluttly self come out and fuck the shit out of that hard cock. If you could go back in time would you change anything?