[FM] Turning my much younger work subordinate into my fuck buddy

To skip the long backstory and get into the action, go to * – * – * – * I know this one was long, but I wanted to include a lot of details.

I had broken up with my boyfriend a week prior, when this sexy young thing walked into the station. Normally I wouldn’t be the first to see him, but the receptionist was out sick that day and I was covering the reception area for her. Imagine my delight when he walked up to the desk and asked for a job application. Two things ran through my head – I need to do anything in my power to make sure he gets hired and if he does, I call dibs. I was the first one to see him anyway. I’ll be damned if any of the other bitches in the office makes a move.

I could obviously tell he was young, but it wasn’t until he handed over the application that I saw he was 22. That was 12 years younger than me. *Damn.* I started to doubt the possibilities. I had faith in my seduction skills but had never tried to bridge that big of an age gap. Tried not to worry about; I would cross that bridge when we came to it. Plus, I wasn’t trying to date him; just fuck him. *Who knows, he might be down.* About two weeks later he comes in to accept the job offer and fill out paperwork. *Success!!* Just to be clear, I wasn’t his supervisor at the time, just a coworker.

At the station, we all get along really well, and several of us hang out all the time. About two weeks into his new job, there is going to be an event at a night club and a group of us are going. I set my plan into motion. I tell him to join us under the guise of “welcoming” him to the team and helping him make friends. This doesn’t seem strange to anyone, because I was normally the one that did that kind of stuff – make people feel welcome at work. We decide to split into two cars since it was about 10 of us going. All through the night I’m looking for a chance to proposition him and it finally comes when everyone else headed out to the dance floor or to the bar. There are people around us, but no one from the station, which is what I wanted. The music is loud enough that I know the people nearby aren’t going to hear me. We’re having a boring conversation about nothing in particular when my next statement to him is, **”so, when are you going to let me suck your dick?”**

This was not the first time I propositioned someone, so I didn’t feel awkward about it at all. Even though he was in shock and I was smiling, he could tell I was being dead serious. After the initial shock wears off, he starts to respond but he’s stuttering. **”Th-th-the thing is…”**

*He’s not down.* I don’t even hear anything after that. Those words were enough to know it was a no go. I don’t let him continue. “Hey, don’t worry. You don’t need to explain. Don’t stress. I’m not offended, we’ll still be good friends.” I flashed him a big smile to let him know it really was alright. When you proposition someone like that it’s always a 50/50 chance and I was fully aware of that. We continue to talk and have a good time. The night comes to an end and we all get back into the cars we came in – he’s riding in the same one as me. They all want to stop and grab drinks at a convenience store to head back, so he and I end up alone for a few minutes. I’ve already forgotten about the proposition I made because I don’t stress about stuff like that. If it’s not his dick, it will be someone else’s. It’s no big deal. But I guess he felt he needed to give reasoning.

He starts awkwardly, “about what you said earlier…the thing is…”

I interrupted him again, “honestly, don’t stress about it. I seriously don’t need you to explain. You’re allowed to not be attracted me. It’s not a big deal. I just don’t want you to be awkward about it because I’m not. I honestly want us to be good friends.”

“It’s not that I’m not attracted, but we work together and…”

“Bro,” – I call all my guy friends ‘bro’ – “Honestly, I’m not offended in the slightest. Plus that reasoning doesn’t even matter. I know how to keep my private life private and my emotions separate from my pussy. But I get that you don’t know me, so you wouldn’t know that about me Seriously, it’s ok. Ok? Can we stop this conversation before it makes us both feel awkward?” He just nodded.

Fast forward three months. I take a different position at the station and am now his supervisor and in that time we honestly do become really good friends. Out of the large group of people, he, I, and another guy on staff are the ones that hang out the most. Everyone calls us the three musketeers because we go out together all the time. Another event comes up on a Friday night at a night club, but I was exhausted that week and didn’t feel like going out. For whatever reason he begs me to go, even if for just a little while to have fun. He’s never really begged me to go anywhere, so I feel bad and say, “fine, I’ll go for a bit”. It’s the three musketeers, his younger brother, and a couple of other people from the station that go. I danced with his brother, who wasn’t afraid to make a fool of himself on the dance floor, but for whatever reason I can feel his eyes on me the whole time. I figured he didn’t like seeing an old lady dancing so closely with his little bro. Doesn’t matter to me, I was tired anyway, so I start to tell them I’m gonna take off.

He starts to beg me stay a little bit longer, but I’m not swayed this time. His last ditch attempt is, “hey, I have a blunt in the car. Do you wanna smoke before you leave?” I don’t smoke weed that often and when I do, it’s usually because I want to get a good night’s sleep, so I acquiesce. It wasn’t his normal manner to not invite the rest of the group to join us, but I figured maybe he only had a little so that was why. He doesn’t say much to anyone, he just tells his brother, I’ll be right back.

When we get to his car, I thought it was strange that he opened the door to the backseat instead of the front seat, but honestly didn’t give it much thought either. I was in complete ‘friend mode’ with him. Nothing else really registered with any other meaning. He also bends both the driver and the passenger seat all the way forward making a comment about wanting more room and fishes the half-smoked blunt out of the arm rest compartment.

I’m sitting there waiting for him to light up as we’re chit chatting about who-knows-what, when he very abruptly says, “so, I think you should give me a lap dance.” Had I blacked out on part of the conversation? I didn’t understand.

“What? What do you mean?” I knew he was drunk and had most likely smoked the first half of the blunt on the way to the club, so he was cross-faded.

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“You should put your ass on my lap.” It finally registered that this was his weird way of propositioning me. Like I mentioned, I hadn’t looked at him like that ever since he initially rejected my offer, but as soon as I realized what he was trying to do, I could feel my pussy getting wet. It was like the ‘friend goggles’ were lifted and I saw him like I did the first time he walked into the office. He was the perfect body type- a little thick. Someone you could tell used to be athletic but got a little soft. That’s my favorite.

*But, he’s cross-faded.* “Nah, I think you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying.” I stare at his face trying to decipher if he’s being serious. I remembered how badly I had wanted his cock and didn’t want to make a mistake just because I my cunt was screaming at me to take this opportunity. Was it going to be awkward after if I did? I knew I wouldn’t feel awkward about it, but would he? What would his reaction be the next day?

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea because then you’re going to regret it tomorrow and if I see the look of regret on your face, I’m not going to be able to still be friends with you ’cause it will piss me off.”

“I’m not going to regret it.”

I start to protest again, but he doesn’t wait. His moves quickly over to me and his hot mouth comes down hard on mine. I can taste the alcohol on his tongue, but it’s intoxicating. I couldn’t believe it was really going to happen. I had given up on the idea a long time ago. I had never seen someone take off my pants that quickly, I didn’t even notice him unzipping them because I was enjoying his lips and tongue. He’s moving like an animal. He’s not asking for permission. He is going to take what he wants, make me his play thing, and it fucking drives me crazy.

I’m so turned on and soaking wet in less than 20 seconds that there is no need for foreplay. I’m on my back and he’s on top. A while before I had jokingly said to him once, “I bet you have a small dick.” At the time he just said, “man, fuck you,” but he actually sounded a little offended. As soon as he pulled his pants down, I could see why. He wasn’t a monster, but he was bigger than average. About 7.5″ with a very nice girth.

He lifts up one of my bent legs so my knee is by my ear. I didn’t even realize I was this flexible. He shoves his beautiful cock into my ready-and-waiting pussy. It was like he remembered my previous comment too. “Is that fucking big enough for you?”, he says as he starts really deep, hammering strokes into me. Those kind of strokes where they really pound in so you can feel all of it and wait a second or too before doing it again.

“Of fuck yes.” My voice shakes every time he hammers in. I can feel him all the way to the very top and it hurts in the best fucking way possible.

As he starts to pick up the rhythm and pace, he takes his other hand and wraps it around my throat. Before this, I had never been choked out by anyone before. I had no idea it could feel that good to actually struggle to breathe a little while an incredible man tried to make his amazing cock reach from your pussy all the way to your throat. I could feel his balls slapping on my ass. I think he could see the excitement on my face.

“You like that don’t you, you dirty little bitch?” I couldn’t actually reply, but the dirty talk was making the experience even more exciting. “Yeah you fucking love it. You like this cock beating your pussy up? How much did you want me to dick you down, huh? Is that what you wanted? Are you going to be my good little whore now?” I mouth yes to all of these questions, but of course no words actually come out of my throat.

I can finally breath when he uses his hands to lift up my blouse and bra and bends down to start kissing and sucking on my tits. I was so fucking turned on by him, by his cock, by what he was saying and what he was doing that I think it’s the fastest I’ve every cum in my life.

He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, and I definitely didn’t mind getting more of him so I didn’t say anything. When he gets bored of being on top, he just turns me on my side, lifts up my other leg to the roof of the car and starts pounding me that way. He can’t bend down to reach my tits anymore, so instead, he uses his left hand to play with my clit as he continues to pound me. In this position I can see a little outside the car window and I realize that in the parking lot we were in, he was parked right next to one of those watermill’s that people come and fill up their water gallons with. The light from the watermill and the lack of tint on his car window’s made it very visible from the outside what we were doing, especially since he bent the front seats down. There is a truck parked right next to us and I can see the driver looking into the car. He’s not laughing, he’s just staring so I assume he’s probably jacking off the show were were giving him but I can’t be sure. I’m enjoying what’s going on too much to give a fuck. Thinking that he is was just more of a turn on anyway. This orgasm takes longer, but feels just as good as the first one.

He started to move me into a different position. The way he manhandles me and dirty talks me is driving me even crazier. I love feeling like his fucktoy and not worrying about if he likes what I’m doing. It allows me to focus on my pleasure. As he’s flipping me onto my stomach I can feel how much I’ve soaked the back seat and apologize, offering to pay the cleaning bill if he didn’t want his car to smell like my pussy for the next week.

“I’m already making you pay for it. I’ll decide later if I need more of this from you, bitch,” he says, giving me a swift, stern slap on the ass. He has me with one leg bent on the floor of the car and the other up on the back seat, and he’s hitting it from the back now. He’s lying on top of me with one hand pulling my hair and bending my head back so he can kiss me and the other one wrapped around my neck again. God, can this please last forever? If not, I can die happy now. I never once thought this little boy would feel like such a fucking man to me. I felt like the little girl. Like the one that need to please and ask for permission. *Fuck yes!*

I can feel myself edging toward my third nut and I start to panic because he hasn’t cum yet. I know it’s probably because of whisky dick (or weed dick), but there was no way in hell I was not going to get every last drop of cum out of him before the night was over. When he let’s me breathe I tell him, “I’m gonna cum again. Please cum for me. I need your cum. Fucking give it to me. Please! Please!” When I start begging, he gets up sits back on the seat and pulls me on top of him. He doesn’t wait for me to put his cock inside me, he just points and shoves it in again, just like I were his sex doll. He grabs my hips and starts rocking them back and forth until I match the pace that he wants. The blouse I’m wearing is an oversized, pull-over type so he lifts the front and just puts it behind my head without worrying about taking my arms out, so I’m wearing it like a jacket with my front exposed. Luckily, the bra I wore that night had the clasp on the front, so when he notices, he quickly undoes it to let my tits free. He starts playing with them – squeezing, caressing. He shoves his face between them and is kissing and sucking. He squeezes them together so he can put both of my nipples in his mouth at the same time and suck on them. I am half a second away from cumming again.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’M GONNA CUM!” I don’t know if it is me finally telling him this time that I’m cumming, but I finally feel him shoot his cum into me as I’m cumming down from my orgasm. I’m so fucking happy but wish I could live on his cock forever.

He ended up being my fuck buddy for about two years after that night, and we had lots of fun times at the office, while we were working at events and promotions, and on nights out. So if you’d like to hear more of them, just let me know. The office sex was really, really fucking hot… just sayin’ ;) Hope you enjoyed!

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**TL;DR: A guy who is 12 years younger than me started a job at my work. He initially rejected me after I propositioned him a few weeks into the job, but after I became his supervisor, he propositioned me and used me however he wanted after a night out with coworkers.**

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