[MF] the time I got fucked at work by my coworker boyfriend ??

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I met my last boyfriend, Lee, on my first day at my new job.

I’m a corporate receptionist. I love it — purely cause I get to dress like a little office whore. Stockings, tight skirts, dresses. Plus, I have huge tits that always look banging in a button down. I was walked into the office he shared with two other males, and introduced to the three of them as their new receptionist. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Lee. We had an instant connection — he was seven years older than me, tall and broad shouldered, and with the perfect dad bod. I’m into guys that can pick me up, throw me around, hold me down; and fuck I love a little bit of belly on my man.

I remember the flirtatious smile I gave him as we were introduced. I let my hand linger in his a second too long when we shook hands. I could feel the heat coming off of him. Fuck, if we were animals, I think I would have fucked him then and there.

I spent the next few weeks taking any opportunity to go to his office. I’d lean in toward him when he showed me things, hoping he could smell the perfume on my neck. He’d do the same when at my desk, leaning over my shoulder in a position I was sure gave him a prime view of my huge tits perched perfectly in my lace bra.

It started gradually. Small brushes of our hands against each other in the coffee room. Lingering glances. I noticed he was spending much more time “cleaning” in the showroom where my desk was based. He’d later tell me he just wanted an excuse to look at me.

We were texting one night when I set him up with the perfect opportunity to ask me out. I’d not completed something he’d asked me to do at work, and I texted him, asking if I could make it up to him. He said I could if I let him take me out for a drink. By date three, he had me in his bed.

The moment in question takes place a few weeks after we started fucking. We were having hot, carnal sex and having real trouble keeping our hands off of each other at work. The very thought of him being in the next room constantly made my panties soak through. He was good with his hands and he knew all my soft spots and where to tease when we were at work. He was always quick but the idea of us getting caught made us both want each other more.

It was a Friday afternoon – production staff had packed up and left, and administration staff were finishing up for the day. Friday’s meant early finishes, meaning the company’s director and most of the managing staff had taken off of just not even come in for the day. Bar the phones ringing occasionally, I was processing paperwork and listening to the radio to keep myself distracted. There would have been five or six other staff pottering around, readying themselves to finish over the next hour or so.

My trip to the store room had nothing but innocent intentions – I’d run out of sticky notes and wanted a replacement pad. I sauntered past Lee’s office on the way by, noticeably wiggling my hips at him. I could always feel his eyes on me.

I didn’t realise he’d followed until I felt his hand on my thigh, creeping up my nylon stockings. His fingers teased the hem of my skirt, taunting me with the possibility of getting caught. It made my heart thud. I smirked at him and pretended I wasn’t nervous. “You’re going to get us caught,” I said quietly. I moved in closer as I did, my lips hovering near his. His lips twitched into an all knowing smile as he reached behind himself and pushed the door closed. I heard the lock snap into place – the next person who wanted to enter the storage room would need to enter the combination on the door lock.

Our relationship was strictly a secret from our colleagues due to the small size of the office. It would have been a scandal and a half if we’d announced it publicly.

I felt Lee’s hand slide further up my thigh, disregarding my skirt. His hands were large and could easily take a full portion of my ass and tits. I’m pretty gifted in both areas and love large hands grabbing as much of me as possible. It didn’t take much squeezing from him to emit a moan from my mouth — Lee responded by shushing me playfully. I couldn’t help but giggle.

The hand that wasn’t preoccupied with a handful of my ass moved to the back of my neck. He weaved his hand through my hair and pulled me toward him. Together, we’re impatient lovers. Neither of us can wait to get our hands on the other, so it didn’t take him long to dip his head and kiss me deeply. He loves to tease, and I could feel his tongue pressing against my own. I playfully nibbled his bottom lip, knowing full well how much he liked it. A guttural noise left his lips as he attempted to stifle his moan. “Fuck,” he uttered. His breath was hot against my skin as me moved to nibble at my neck.

“We don’t have time for foreplay,” I grunted. I was impatient and soaking wet. I hooked my fingers through his belt loops and used them to my advantage, holding him flush against me as I ground myself against him. He seemed to enjoy it, I felt his grip on my thigh tighten before he grabbed my leg and lifted it, wrapping me around him so he could press himself closer to me. Fuuuuuuuck. I felt a moan building up and bit my lip hard instead. Our breathing was shaky.

The hand that was cupping my ass relocated. He trailed my lacy stockings around to the front, teasing my pussy over my panties with his index finger. He could feel how wet I was even through my panties. “Fuck, Lee,” I moaned, tilting my head back. My eyes fluttered closed. “Please, don’t tease me. I want you to fuck me,” I begged. He smirked and seemed to want to oblige.

He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so that my back was facing him. I’d previously told him how much I love being forced and used like a whore and he didn’t hesitate to give me that fantasy, grabbing the back of my neck and shoving my face down into the shelves. I obliged and leaned down, my ass high in the air for him with my elbows resting steady, waiting. He pulled my skirt up, and tore a hole in my stockings. Finally, he slid my soaking panties to the side. His cock soaked with precum and my own wet pussy made for a smooth entry despite how tight I am – he pushed in slowly, gripping my shoulder and a handful of my hair.

He enjoyed every inch of pushing himself inside of me, until he was balls deep and didn’t have anything more to give. He hesitated a moment, as if needing to get used to the feeling, and then slowly pulled out again. I heard him mutter a sexy ‘fuck’ under his breath.

I was expecting him to push himself back in nice and slowly like the first time.

Instead, he lined his cockhead with my throbbing pussy. I felt him press his cock against my smooth pussy lips as if he were teasing me again. Then, as if something suddenly came over him, I felt one hand on my hip holding me tight.The other must have been wrapped around his cock to hold himself steady.

He slammed himself into me, and I couldn’t help the cry of pleasure and surprise that left my mouth. It was fierce, primal and hard. I worried not that someone would hear me, but that someone would hear the thud as he fucked me against the shelving. The idea that someone might try to walk in made me even wetter, and the excitement in Lee was prevalent in every rough stroke.

He held me down, pushing me into the shelving and holding me still with his big hands. I wasn’t even sure if he was moving his hips, or just pushing and pulling me onto his cock with hard force. All I could feel was my head against the wall, my mouth open and eyes half rolled into the back of my head. I could hear how wet I was with every thrust into my tight pussy.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. He remained with one hand taking a handful of my ass, the other on the nape of my neck with a handful of my hair. I loved when he used me like a fuck toy, so I let him pound as hard and fast as he desired. The pressure he was putting on my neck and ass as he held me down did not waiver as he came. If anything, he pushed me further down. My chin was resting on the shelf and my cheek was pressed against the wall behind it. I felt my pussy tingle as he filled me with cum. Fuck it made me wet.

I could hear his breathing, uneven and shallow as he tried to keep quiet and regain his composure. I was sure my makeup was smudged at this point. My hair, stuck in sweaty locks to my head. We’d both have to make a trip to the bathroom before rejoining the rest of our colleagues. I grinned at him, knowing full well we’d fucked purely because he couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Never done that before,” I muttered. I adjusted my panties, moved my skirt and made sure the rip in my crotch hadn’t travelled further down my tights. My panties were so wet, I could feel them clinging to my throbbing pussy lips. He kissed my forehead affectionately, grabbed a box of paperclips (whether or not he needed them I’ll never know) and left me standing there, a saturated mess.

I ended up fired from that job a few months later when they found out we were fucking ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5r3ll/mf_the_time_i_got_fucked_at_work_by_my_coworker