So I got a few requests to write more about my adventures with Emily, so this is a bit of a sequel. There’s more to our story of course, but the anal theme seemed to get appreciated so this is about the second time we did that. It’s shorter, because it happened more quickly. And I worry about repeating myself, but it is what is.
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This happened a couple of years after Emily’s and my first time together. We’d had a very loose kind of relationship after that, where she’d reach out, we’d fuck, and then she’d fall silent. We met at work obviously, and she told me she was feeling bad about her boyfriend. But she kept coming back for more, albeit never as dirty and raw as that first time. There was a long period after the boyfriend had found a dirty message from me on her phone where we had no contact outside work. The drama that ensued was not something she spoke to me about though.
Then it was time for the annual national award show for the industry, which pretty much our entire office was going to, including Emily. The agency had had an OK year, with a dozen or so shortlistings, so there were drinks at the office before, with an open champagne bar, and a slightly euphoric atmosphere to boot. I was dressed up in a suit, and was feeling pretty horny and brazen already a couple of glasses in. Chatting away flirtatiously with girl after girl really got me going, and I barely thought of Emily. That is until I caught her in the corner of my eye as she came back from the bathroom, wearing an impossibly tight light grey dress topped off with a pastel pink scarf, and her thick blonde hair in a tight bun. It was minimalistic, absolutely stunning, and what was more, that dress showed off her tiny little waist and absolutely incredible ass like nothing I’d ever seen on her.
I almost lost my breath looking at her, but then the junior designer girl I was standing with poked my stomach and laughed, obviously a little jealous. I could see Emily noticed when I grabbed the girls hand and playwrestled her away, which was a good sign. We kept joking and having fun, and now I made it a little sport to make sure that the flirting was obvious enough that Emily would notice. Whenever she moved or turned away I’d move after, staying just within earshot, and in her field of vision. Along the way I ended up talking to pretty much every good looking woman in the office. Then Emily was coming toward me headed for the bathroom (we were all about to leave for the award show banquet), looking annoyed, and as she brushed past I grabbed her arm lightly. “Hey”, I said, and she just stared me down. Her angry look felt like a challenge, so I leaned in and whispered “leave your panties off for me” in her ear.
She gasped, but I could feel her ear heat up against my cheek. “Asshole” was all she said before making her way to the bathroom. I went with the group to the bus we’d chartered to get to the venue, and lost her in the crowd. The award ceremony was at this huge modern hotel complex in the middle of the city, and our agency was sat at a couple of rows of tables toward the edge of the room. I ended up facing the stage, with the cute designer girl next to me. We were quickly having fun, and everyone was buzzing (and buzzed) with expectation and wine.
After a while I noticed Emily sitting at the next table over, facing me at an angle about 5 meters away. She was sitting with the CEO of the agency, and looked ambitiously focused on whatever they were talking about. The lighting was dim, and I kept glancing over in the hope that she’d notice me. The show got started and after a while we ended up getting an award for a project that I’d been in, which tore down applause and drunken cheers from our big group. I went with the team up on stage to collect the prize, and say our meaningless “thank you mom’s” – but at least now I knew she’d notice where I was. Right as we came back there was a break in the show, and loads of people left for the bathrooms or cigs. But Emily stayed in her chair, looking at me as I sat down. Then I noticed she was hiking her dress up under the table, her big brown eyes intently looking at me with a drunken smirk. I looked around, and realized barely anyone was around or behind me, and when I looked back I stared as the hem of her dress came up to her knees, and she spread her legs giving me a quick look. I could barely make anything out because it was so dark, but I still jolted with excitement. We were on.
As the dinner ended and the party started, I kept track of Emily’s every move. The party was quickly getting more crowded with all the people that came just for that (dinner tickets were pretty expensive), and it was hard despite the light color of her dress helping in the ocean of creative types all dressed in black. For a moment as I was ordering at the bar I thought I’d lost her, but then I saw her dancing in the middle of the room. She’d let her thick dark blonde hair down, and watching her move with the rhythm was beyond sexy. Emily had this smoothness to her way that made her stand out among the hundreds of people crammed into the tiny dancefloor, I suppose the gymnastics were still a part of her. Her hands above her head, swinging her hips, with the tight dress hugging her body, accentuating her curves, her flat belly and wide hips that flowed into thick and muscular thighs. I felt myself chubbing underneath the thin fabric of my suit as I thought of her not wearing anything underneath.
Of course there was a lot of socializing as there always is at these things, and I felt myself getting more and more drunk as I kept swigging to stave off the boredom. I danced for a while, but she left as I came into the floor, and gave me a cold look as if to say that we need to be careful. I lost her, and then I saw her again at the bar. It was after midnight already, and I was feeling equal parts horny and fed up, so I just walked over and pressed up against her from behind in the mass of drunk people trying to get the barman’s attention. She turned her head with a harsh look, that turned into almost a smile when she realized it was me. “Oh. I’m soon ready to go, just this drink.”, she said, and I could see she was more drunk than I’d ever seen her. “So married life huh?” I said, and she told me to not remind her. “I just want it, that’s all”.
We had a beer each there in the crowd, and tension was building quickly, since we really couldn’t let anyone notice something was up. She kept looking at my crotch, where I was getting harder by the second, and those thin trousers didn’t hide it well. She was smiling and laughing in her cute and controlled way, telling me about their new apartment not far from where we were. “Let’s go then”, I said impatiently as soon as we’d downed the beer. We made our separate ways to the entrance, and met up at the taxi line which luckily was out of sight from the venue. She told the driver her address, and said “Remember Amsterdam?” with a grin, before she leaned in for a kiss. We made out the entire way, and after my hands found their way down to her ass, she started grabbing at my cock through my trousers.
When we got there, she just blurted “He’s home, but we can go in the laundry room”. Her building had a communal one in the basement, and she grabbed my hand and led me there, down a flight of stairs and into a bare room with harsh lighting. As we got inside, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and just grabbed her hair and pulled hard, kissing and biting her neck. Her hand was back on my cock, frantically rubbing me, and tugging at the waistline. Her overt desire made me confident, so I grabbed her hair hard, pulling her away and said “You wanna suck it?” tugging her downward. She nodded as much as my grip on her hair would allow, and dropped to a squat. I undid my pants, and she grabbed my underwear as soon as she could, pulling it down. A moan passed through her lips as she closed her eyes and pressed her face into my crotch, where my cock was hanging, thick and veiny but not yet fully hard. She started licking at it, and I grabbed her hair and directed her mouth toward the tip.
We were up against a stainless steel washbasin, and when I watched her grab the base of my cock and slide the head into her mouth I had to grab hold of it because of the intense warmth encompassing my glans. I watched it go into her mouth in the bright white light, and slowly started fucking her mouth. It felt so good that I was quickly losing control, leaning forward and closing my eyes to focus on feeling the inside of her mouth. When I opened them back up, she was leaning her head back against the basin, just letting me fuck her, so I slowed down and started pushing in deeper. With short grunts she pushed back against me, and soon I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Starting to feel the familiar swelling in my groin I pulled back, but she grabbed me and pushed me back in even harder. I had to think of something else to not cum right there and then, and a couple of strokes later I wrangled free with a deep moan.
I remembered this was something we’d done in that hotel room a few months ago, and asked “you like that, do you?”, To which she just grunted through her panting, slumping a little with drool running over her chin. I pulled her up and kissed her with a grip on her hair, and then turned her around, and lifted her smooth cotton dress up. She really wasn’t wearing anything under, and seeing her incredible ass I’m the light overcame me. A hard smack on her asscheek, and then gripping them, pulling her open, I kneeled down and pushed my mouth hard up against her asshole. As my tongue pushed into her I could feel my pulse through my cock, and I started stroking it.
With the sensations of Emily’s smooth, firm asshole against my tongue the only thing I could think of, I felt her relax quickly, moaning as her hand found her pussy. She was pushing back on my face, her ass completely covering my face, and I got my tongue deeper into her than I’d ever felt, feeling the soft skin inside her. I was furiously turned on, drunk, and my tongue started aching, so grabbed her hips and slid my mouth down and took her pussy into it. Her fingers were still rubbing herself as I lapped at it, licking over her fingers in my mouth, letting the sweet taste of her pussy take over. I had to catch my breath before standing up.
She was just standing there, swaying back and forth, holding on to the sink. She looked back at me with a drunk and wild look, as I took in her absolutely stunning ass, and slid my cock all the way inside her pussy. As my body slammed against her ass she let out a deep moan, and soon I was fucking her deep and hard, feeling her wet pussy grip my cock, her ass smacking against me, har waist in a firm grip pushing her down. I wanted her even harder, so I grabbed her neck, now completely controlling the motion. She moaned “you’re so hard, it feels so good” over and over, which I’d now learned was her way of saying she was close. I was quickly running out of power between my drunkenness and the intense fucking, but I mustered all my force and within a few seconds I felt her pussy tighten on my cock, and she wailed and vibrated as she came on it. Panting, she looked back at me and smiled while I tried to catch my breath, slowly sliding in and out of her.
I was dripping with sweat, and slipped out, bending over the sink to drink a little from the tap. She watched me, smiling, still in the same bent over position. “I went to the bathroom before we left.”, she almost whispered. Her shy anticipation was what made me understand what she was saying, even though it took me a second before I realized. I instantly felt my limping cock swell again. “Oh yeah?” We hadn’t had anal sex since that first time, and it was a subject we hadn’t broached since.
I got back behind her and spit on my fingers before I slowly started pressing two of them against her asshole. She hummed deeply as they pushed into her, and she moved a hand down to rub her pussy. I was stroking myself with one hand as my fingers entered her, one knuckle at a time and then back a little, slowly but surely fucking her. Soon she was moaning, and my fingers all the way inside. I slid them out, and spit on them, rubbing it on my now throbbing cock. How she wanted it made it so much more exciting, and knowing that made me confident. As I pushed the head into her ass, she let out a little shriek, and I stopped, worrying the booze had made me lose my intuition. When she noticed, she just said “keep going, keeep going!” with a high pitched voice through her breathing.
Watching my cock stretch her asshole in the bright white light, her gripping the sink and moaning, and the feeling of this stuck up girl longing for me to fuck her ass made me feel like growling. I didn’t, but I did give her a series of firm, aggressive smacks on the ass, before I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. I’d forgotten the incredible smooth feeling of her inside, and looking down I could see my cock was harder than I thought possible, veiny and glistening, with a frothy buildup at the base steadily forming. It looked nasty, sexy and wild, especially with her perfect round ass pushing back at me, her loud moaning, panting “oh fuck, oh fuck yes, oh fuck, oh yes” over and over adding to the trance.
She was getting louder with each stroke, and I was fucking her ass harder than I thought I could. Deep inside her velvety warmth I could feel the head of my cock hitting something, and every time she’d grunt in a deep, desperate voice I wouldn’t have imagined from her. I slapped her ass, grabbed her hair, leaned forward and grabbed her neck, pulled her hard, and she just kept pushing back into me. My cock was deep inside her, and suddenly I felt her fingers entering her pussy, frantically rubbing and fucking herself. The added sensation, together with her panting and moaning “yes, fuck me, oh fuck” in random variations made me feel my orgasm building, despite me trying to hold back. Suddenly she changed pitch into a deep, long moan, and she let out “I’m cumming again”, and that was all it took to send me over the edge.
I pushed my cock with all my force into her, and held her hips hard, pulling her against me. The wave of heat radiating from the base of my cock turned into the pulsing, pumping sensation of me cumming, and my body jolted with each spurt. It felt like it went on forever, but I increasingly became aware of the bright light, the white concrete walls, the cold floor, and the fact that Emily was bent over in front of me, holding on to a sink and panting, with my cock in her ass all the way to the base. I couldn’t help letting out a laugh, before I started caressing her beautiful glistening back, feeling her vibrate. “Oh my God”, she said, and I could just muster an “uh huh”. I bent forward and kissed her skin, tasting her salty sweat, as I slowly let my softening cock slide out of her.
Once out, I realized my legs could barely hold me up, so I slumped down on the cold floor beside her. “It’s pouring out of me” she said. I looked around and found a roll of toilet paper that I handed her, and then I watched her clean up the mess we’d made. “Hey that was incredible”, I told her, and she just looked at me and said “Right.” I couldn’t remember undressing, but I was still wearing socks and my shirt, with the rest of my suit on the floor. As she pulled her dress down, and started gathering her things, I could sense her getting stressed. This place wasn’t exactly cozy either, so I cleaned up and dressed as quickly as I could, and when I was done she was holding the door open, looking for any sign of what had just happened there, before turning the light off.
“See you tomorrow”, she said as I stood waiting for a taxi outside, and she closed the main entrance to the building. I watched her limping up the stairs toward her apartment.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0213z/fm_cheating_in_the_communal_laundry_room_my
hot story hopefully theres more?
love the story very well written!
Great story.