A drawn out hookup with the store hottie. [MF]

Hey everyone,

Burner account for obvious reasons. This is going to be a llllooonnnggg post with lots of details – I want to do the story justice. It’s not a unique story, but it’s special to me.

About Us
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This took place back in 2012, so both she and I have changed a bit.

Her
To protect the identity of the girl in this story, I’m changing her name to Lucy. She knows I’m posting this and will be reading the comments. So if you like the story or have any questions for her, she’ll see them. She also loves compliments so please heave those on her in the comments.

Here are some pictures of her I’m posting with her consent from my spank bank. https://imgur.com/a/ax7OJxe

I think she’s gorgeous, she has the kind of body glorified in old paintings, with a luscious head of firey red hair, hourglass body, green eyes and an incredible pair of tits. I probably jack off to her memory once a week.

Me
I’m about 6 feet, brown hair, brown eyes, scruffy. I’ve been described by the gay community as a “cub” (I’m not gay, but apparently that gives people the mental image they’re looking for). I work out, but still have some weight, so I’ve got a pretty solid dad-bod.

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Backstory
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I met Lucy at my first retail job out of college while I was trying to figure out my career.

Now this retail chain was in a large city which had multiple locations. For my role, I was split between two locations and would shuttle between them during the week. This is important for the tension that was built between us because I was never really sure when I’d see Lucy. It made our time together that much more intense because it was always a surprise when I’d see her.

On top of that, both our jobs could be flexible where we’d be on the sales floor some days, or unloading trucks other days, or stocking other days. It really was pretty hap hazard when I’d see her.

When I met Lucy, I was dating someone else at the time, and also I was Mr. Goody 2-Shoes, so I had never cheated. There was an ex I had who was a real piece of work and I credit my emotionally-abusive relationship with her for warping me into the sick fuck I am today. But when I first met Lucy, I was steadfastly against being a total scumbag.

However, I’m also a huge flirt. And looking back, I probably built up a few girls over the years with anticipation and mixed signals. I’d probably swear that wasn’t my intention, but if I’m being honest, I knew I was inching very close to the lines even if I never crossed them at the time. To date, I’ve cheated twice, and I won’t try to defend it here. I’m a sick fuck.

So I remember thinking she was pretty, but Lucy and I didn’t hit it off immediately, and if you’ve ever worked retail, you start talking to your coworkers because who the fuck else are you gonna talk to while you stand there waiting for customers? We’d start conversations, walk away to do our jobs, and come back to continue where we left off.

It wasn’t until a morning shift (4am) of stocking shelves where we were paired together that I started to thinking of her in a sexual way. Of course I noticed her, no red-blooded man can look at her and not see she’s a fine example of female fertility. But because I was trying to be Mr. White Knight, I kept those thoughts at bay. But during the morning stocking, the lights in the building were kept at a much dimmer level so as to not highlight the inner workings of a retail store (the building was all glass, so you could see everything at night/morning).

That meant for 2-3 hours, she and I were in a very dim building, more or less alone (there were other teams, but they were spread out throughout the store), in between view-obstructing shelves. If it weren’t for security cameras, we probably could have hooked up with no problem and gotten away with it. So it created an environment of tension while we worked.

I’ve asked Lucy about these shifts because, in my opinion, she was very forward and flirty; I wasn’t sure if she was aware of what she was doing or if it was accidental and unintentional. Either way, she’d do stuff that’d drive me crazy.

She’d tie her hair back in a pony-tail to work, which isn’t sexual necessarily. But she’d arch out her huge chest to do it. She’d often shake out her pony tail during the shift, and have to re-do it when her hair got in the way. She had a gorgeous head of red hair, down to her lower back at the time, and it drove me mad. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her bouncing on my cock during reverse-cowgirl and seeing those thick curls swaying just above her ass.

The nature of the store was the merchandise was quite voluminous – lots of little stuff. Which meant we had to make lots of trips between the carts and sprawls of boxes. Lots of trips where we had to shuttle past each other, bend over each other, in front of each other… brush past each other. There were tons of opportunities to “slip”, get too close or collide into contact. I remember asking a coworker about one time because it felt so blatant… Lucy had reached across me to put some of the merchandise and reached across me so her boobs wrapped around my shoulder completely. I was so taken aback, but at the same time, as my friend pointed out: well, “they are really big, she probably didn’t mean to and just need to reach across you”. That’s fair, but tensions kept rising between us and the longer this stuff happened, I just kept wondering.

Our uniforms weren’t flattering – jeans and t-shirts. So there wasn’t ever anything for her to take off, unbutton or expose. But as we stocked shelves in the dim light, I’d steal glances at her silhouette. She was so curvy she was popping out of her poor shirt.

I started looking forward to our time together, especially since our banter got more comfortable and flirtier. Now again, if you’ve ever worked retail with an attractive coworker, you probably talk about your significant others in ways they’d probably not approve of. What I mean to say is, my girlfriend at the time would come up now and then and we’d eventually talk about our respective sex lives. Like I said, the tension was a slow burn, but it kept building and being in a slow freight elevator where you’re jammed together between giant rolling racks that cuts to the chase. I’m sure some of you can relate.

So the entire time I was with my girlfriend, nothing ever happened with Lucy past the suggestive brushes. But I started jacking off to the thought of her. I’d just play out fantasies in my head about ducking into a camera-blind spot and fingering her real quick, or having her drop to her knees and suck my dick. There were a few places where we could probably squeeze in a quickie if we were quiet, so I’d just imagine pulling up her shirt and bra just above her tits so she’d be exposed and her pants around her knees. She wouldn’t be able to move like this, but I just blew load after load imagining holding her in place and pumping a load into her. I fantasized about cumming in her multiple times during a shift. I knew she wasn’t on birth control (she wasn’t dating anyone) and the thought of compounding the risk of impregnating her with multiple inseminations drove me over the edge and I’d shoot my load into my hand calling out her name.

What only fanned my attraction to her was that she has this really hot voice. It’s kinda like singing where the way someone sounds when they talk is different than when they sing. So Lucy was a vocalist, she was in a couple plays and a chorus group. So when she hummed, or made any sound effects like “mmmm”, “hmmm”, or “ugghh”, it wasn’t hard to imagine what she sounded like moaning during sex. I’d just imagine a fistful of her hair in my hand as I yank her head back and insert myself in her little pussy and picture in my head her crying out in pleasure as I massaged her clit. When there’s a lot of sexual tension building up, your imagination runs wild.

To that end, things weren’t going well with my girlfriend, and in the pit of my stomach I knew things were ending. I didn’t want them to end, but it sure felt like she wanted things over. It’s a weird space where shadows grow longer when you’re starting to break up with someone while the sexual tension is ramping up with someone else. But I was still forcing myself to try to make things work, but the pressure gages were showing me I was keeping a lot in.

The sex with my girlfriend was good. Neither great not bad, but I took her v-card and after that, we had it probably once every week or so and it always felt like a chore for her. I’d get her off with my mouth or finger, but never during intercourse despite my sincerest efforts. In short, I was very sexually frustrated, so the early-morning jack off sessions where I’d fantasize about Lucy started to color the way I started to see her in real life.

Every time I’d see her I’d just imagine slipping into one of our supply closets and making out furiously. Jamming a wedge in the door and locking it so we could have a few minutes privacy while I had her legs around me and me thrusting inside her. I’d imagine leaving work together and going to her apartment and fucking her on her bed. I always wondered what her room looked like. What would it feel like to wake up in her sheets, and see her tits bouncing in the morning sun. I wanted her to cry out my name as I had my face buried in her pussy, or 69’ing with music in the background while the scent of her fell over me.

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The Night

So finally the day came when my girlfriend and I broke up and I was a free agent again. I wasted no time in texting Lucy to both let her know and try to set up some kind of date.

I was coming from a wholesome background, so while I had a filthy mind, I had no experience hunting, let alone hookup culture. My idea of setting something up gave the wrong impression to most girls because I’d try to date them, fuck them, and then try to ghost them. They thought I was trying to not be a scumbag. I think in the beginning I wasn’t trying to be, but I had no concept of how to keep things casual. So of course with Lucy I pick a semi-nice place, dress up, whole thing.

So my intentions on this date were to get her good a drunk and fuck her brains out. I had been pent up for so long wanting this girl, blowing load after load to the thought of her I was hard walking to the bar and waiting for her. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d have to wait long. This was the start of a … hunger I have with her where I want to be very dominating with her. As in, I had never wanted to just grab someone by the back of their hair and tell them I wanted them and to get their fucking coat because we were leaving. This date is the first time I can remember wanting to be more aggressive with a girl.

She shows up with… wait for it, a wing woman. Great, now I have to work extra hard. I think she was just nervous. But I made conversation with the three of them, and kept finding a reason to keep touching Lucy’s lap and lower back. I donno how successful I was, you’d have to ask her, in conveying I wanted to have her sit on my face real bad. I’m hard just thinking about it now. So as the night progresses, and we get a few drinks in, I have no idea how to transition this to: “hey, great meeting you. I’m gonna go fuck your friend now.” (No, if you’re wondering there was never a threesome. Her friend hated, and still hates, me for obvious reasons)

I don’t remember how I got them apart, but Lucy and I walked back to my apartment together without her wing woman. I remember slipping my hand over her ass several times while we walked and teasing by slipping a stray hand up her dress at stop lights. She’d shove her dress down and admonish me but I didn’t care. I was going to fuck this girl so hard.

I learned eventually that she didn’t respond to the roughness and commanding as I thought she did. Frankly, I read about a lot of girls who want to be destroyed, face-fucked without mercy and then pounded while they plead in agony… but I’ve yet to ever meet one in real life. I’m sure that dragon is kept in the cage for everyone but the right person.

When we got to my apartment, I was in a hurry to get her naked. Like I said, she has incredible tits, so my cock was leaking pre-cum from all the anticipation of finally seeing them. But she made me wait. She took her time. We had a deep, long make-out session where clothes slowly came off. We savored each other, whispered names into each other’s ears. Groaned sofly when someone nibbled an ear lobe or sucked on the base of a neck. I’ve forgotten what she smelled like exactly, but I do remember a faint hint roses. I wish I had savored that smell more because it’s such a turn on for me.

I remember when I finally got her bra off I was staring at the most incredible tits I’d ever seen. (And frankly largest I’d ever had the chance to palm). At this point she’s got her hand in my boxer-briefs and I’m getting her panties around her ankles so I can rub her clit. We keep kissing, running our hands over each others bodies, nuzzling. I thought the sex would be desperate, constant fucking, doggy style but we started out very slow. I learned later the she likes a long slow build – solid foreplay.

At some point I must have been ready to blow my load right then and there without ever having the chance to fuck her, so I brought her over to my bed, pulled out a condom (important detail for later), rolled it on and went down on her. In my experience, a girl has to be really wet for a clean insertion. I didn’t have any lube and I didn’t want to fight my way in. Besides, I love the taste of a girl, and it’s so hot to hear the groans with the flick of my tongue. She didn’t shave her pussy which was fantastic. Sure it poses some logistical challenge sometimes, but I got over the whole clean-shaven pussy thing after I experienced a full bush in real life. It’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but there’s something womanly about letting it grow. You can bury you face in it and really take some deep breaths in with her covering your face.

So I was down there, tongue buried deep, licking slowly and thoroughly. Part of me knew once I went in I wouldn’t last long; it had been so long since I had thought about fucking this girl and fuck-me the foreplay had gone on for so long at that point. Finally I felt her gently tug on my hair and I climbed up on top of her. I love starting in missionary because I love kissing during sex. It’s like you’re trying to join two people together with the to most intimate penetrations a human can offer. I remember kissing her deeply and guiding my cock inside her. I held her head to my chest as I pushed all the way in, feeling the tip of my penis push deeper up until her cervix. I sat there while she dilated before I started thrusting.

I cupped both my hands around her face while she wrapped her legs around me and I started to move. I remember hating having the condom on because I wanted to feel as much of her as I could. Like most guys, and all scumbags, I hate condoms, but I hate them because it’s keeping you from being as close that person as you can. Yes, I’m aware of the diseases. Yes, I’m aware of the peril of pregnancy. I’m just saying from an intent perspective, feels like going 99% of the way and stopping there.

So I started rocking, slowly, kissing her deeply, wrapping an arm around her leg so I could get a full buttcheek in my hand. I had her finally. I was inside her finally. I was going to cum because of her. Finally. I couldn’t help myself, I started thrusting and pumping like my life depended on it. Stealing kisses, feeling her breasts. Calling her name, I pushed and pulled my cock in and out of her like I needed her.

I could feel myself getting close and told myself to slow down but it was too late. I could feel the orgasm barreling down my cock and decided to commit to it than ruin it after all this. So I kept a steady pace and told her to look into my eyes. I wanted our foreheads touching and our eyes locked when she did this to me. I wanted her to see me, hear me, and feel me cum inside her. I felt that familiar tingle start in my shaft and the pulses of contracting muscles begin pumping my seed out. Summoning my precious cum, the special life-force that is visible proof of sexual desire. I bore my weight down on her as I held the sides of her head letting out a deep, loud sigh as I shot inside her. And it felt so fucking good. It was everything I had hoped. She was so hot, and my cock was currently pumping out cum, and I wanted her. Now I had had her.

I collapsed on top of her and felt the sweat between our two bodies. Laid on my side and we kept kissing, feeling the heat of our bodies radiate against each other. At this point it was pretty late, pro baby 2 or 3am, and I was prepared to fall asleep. But we kept kissing and nuzzling and she maneuvered on top of me and I had taken the condom off because I thought we were done. But we kept kissing and running my hands over her soft, exquisite body and I got rock hard in no time.

To my shock, she sat up and guided my cock back me inside her, raw. Probably to no girl’s surprise, guys don’t like protected sex because of how much the condom dampens the sensations, but for me it was more than that. I long nurtured a forced-impregnation fetish, and the idea of impregnating her had crossed my mind. I loved the idea of being locked in a life-changing situation like that where once she was pregnant, we could have all the unprotected sex we’d want. Lucy is curvy, so the thought of her womanly body showing signs of what she was designed to do, bear a child, made me all the harder.

She looked at me with that look of defiance when I slid inside her. That resignation to her baser instincts, succumbing to her purpose, her hormones and mine betraying our better judgment. We both knew it was wrong, we both knew the risks. Neither of us were in a position to be parents, but for that moment, I was raw inside her. The way we both were designed to be. To carry on the species. To share a moment were nothing was between us.

I didn’t exactly protest when she started moving, flopping back on me and sliding her tongue back into my mouth. It was bliss. Her soft, curvy body pressed against me, while my cock slid inside her gushing pussy, her juices dripping out over my balls. I could feel our pulses quickening as we both drew closer to orgasm. I could feel I was getting closer and closer and I had that moment when I calculated if it would be worth it to cum inside her.

I had already cum, how much left would there be? Then I got distracted by her luscious head of hair flipping over my face and trapping me in the scent of her.

We could get Plan B? But then I felt her perfect breasts slide around my chest, feeling her nipples brush against my chest hair.

What if she didn’t want Plan B? What if she got pregnant? I wasn’t ready for this. But then I wrapped my arms around her as we thrusted in unison. She was moaning, I was whispering her name. We were as close and as complete as we could be. She was bouncing on my cock, I was cupping her breasts, watching her pretty face grimace in beautiful agony. I wanted to cum in her to mark her as my own. To spill my seed inside her pretty pink pussy so she’d be mine.

Then she sat up and I fell out of her. We were both so close, I’m glad she did it because I wasn’t in the presence of mind to stop. I was willing to risk it all to blow my load inside her and stare into her green eyes as our most intimate juices mixed together.

I immediately reached over and opened a new condom while she went on all fours and stuck her ass in the air. I kneeled behind her and slid my cock back in and thrust like I was never going to fuck her again. I’ll never forget the sight of her hourglass shape under me, my hands on her hips as I pushed my rock-hard cock inside her, and her perfect tits swaying with each push. She whipped her head so her hair would flip over to the side and I lost it. It was too perfect of a sight. That head of hair, that pretty face, those huge tits, that hourglass figure, the smell of us fucking, the feel of her pussy around my cock.

I came with a shock and shudder and white lights danced around my sight as I tried to focus on her mouth open as she moaned. I didn’t know if she was cumming, or how close she was, but I came so hard I didn’t care. I wanted her for so long, and I had her in this moment. I pushed my cock in as far as I could go, feeling my cock pulse as it unloaded rope after rope of hot semen into the condom. I sooo wanted it to be unprotected, but it was good we were smart about it. I flopped down on the bed and held her.

I honestly don’t remember if we talked after or what, but I remember waking to the soft morning light and seeing her silhouette in my bed. I scooted closer so I could spoon her and dug my nose into her hair so I could breathe her in. I didn’t want her to wake up yet because I wanted to cherish that moment. It was perfect.

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