I hooked up with my coworker after the work party. [MF]

I got a job recently that I really love. It’s good money, rewarding work, and everyone there is pretty cool. An email went out inviting my department out for drinks. I didn’t have plans and was eager for more facetime with coworkers and higher ups so I decided to go. My shift ended a bit later than everyone elses, so I got there a little after everyone else.

A little about me: I’m about 5’8″, a little heavier than I’d like but still curvy, 38F chest, long reddish brown hair parted to the side, brown eyes, white. I’ve got a few piercings and tattoos and could be considered kind of alternative, I guess

While there, I mingled, met people, and talked to friends. I drank a pretty good amount and was feeling excellent and having a really great time. I went outside for a cigarette and started chatting with the people I’d see out there. One person I met was a guy, also a new hire. He is super tall, a bit heavier, bearded, and very very cute. He and I would smoke and just shoot the breeze about the job, our interests, life, general stuff. I ended up chatting with him for most of the happy hour.

The party started to die down and I was still in the mood to drink, so I asked him if he wanted to hit another spot. He agreed and we walked over to a seedy little dive together and continued to drink. We were getting much looser with each other and he admitted he thought I was cute and that he’d been checking me out from afar. I was shocked and very giggly about this because I felt similarly. Things became more flirtatious and we began talking more about our sexual pasts and preferences, fantasies and the like. He kept telling me how adorable I was and I could feel myself getting wet. I snuck off to the bathroom and realized I had soaked through my underwear. I walked out, sat down and said, “I want you to feel something.” And guided his hand under the table to feel the wet spot on my panties.

“Fuck… holy shit.”

He rubbed his hand up and down and moved my panties to the side and slipped a finger in. I jerked forward and became aware of the amount of people who could see us, which… honestly was a turn on. He pulled his hand out and moved his fingers to my lips and fed me my own cum. Every touch he graced me with sent electricity through me. 

We left the dive and I took him to a rooftop a few blocks away. He pressed me against the wall in the elevator and kissed me, hard. He was a soft, but firm kisser. I was melting at his touch. I wanted him to make me his more than anything. 

We got off the elevator and I lead him to a corner of the rooftop where we watched over the city and talked a bit more between kissing. We sat down and I straddled him and started to kiss, harder this time. His breath was warm on my neck and his moans hot in my ear when I would grind into him. He undid my bra and ran his fingers over my nipples, moaning a quiet “Fuck…” in my ear when they got hard from his touch.

He gently pulled me off him and pushed my panties to the side and started to play with my clit. I melted at his touch, bucking my hips up to meet his hand. He slipped a finger inside of me and curled up, beckoning me towards him from inside. I am a really vocal person sexually, but the noises I was making felt completely different, like someone else was making them. I whimpered, I moaned, I gasped, I sighed. He was smiling at me and slipped another finger in, increasing pressure. He leaned in to kiss me and whispered into my ear. “I have a request… I want you to call me daddy.” “Okay, daddy.”

I have been wet before, but never as wet as he made me. “Oh my god, babygirl.” He kept calling me his babygirl, his little slut, his good girl. He commented on how wet I was, how wet I was for him, and I ate it up. “I’m your little whore, daddy.”

I felt it building, and the noises I was making… I may as well have been speaking in tongues. The tingle and warmth grew and grew until finally, I came. Hard. I felt myself clenching around his hand, the wave running through my body and out of my throat as a noise I can only describe as primal. He continued to finger fuck me as a spasmed.

“Holy shit, babygirl, you did all of that for me?”

I was sprawled out on the ground, a giggling, blissed out mess, and it took me a moment to recover and ask what he meant.

“You squirted.”

“What? No way. I’ve never done that.”

“Look at this puddle!”

There it was. A massive puddle. My massive puddle. A part of me was proud despite my embarrassment. 

“Holy… shit… you made me squirt?”

“I.. I guess so.”

I crawled back into his lap and kissed him again. I was still so horny for him. I wanted him to feel good, too. I needed him to feel good. I needed to make him feel good. I pulled his pants down and swallowed his cock whole.

His cock was average, slightly on the girthier side, but still very pretty. It felt like it was made to be shoved down my throat. I was able to take the whole thing easily and his moans let me know I was being a good, obedient little girl for him. Everytime he called me his babygirl I bobbed my head faster. He took my hands and pinned them down, almost as if he was telling me that my face was his hole to fuck.

“Cum for me, daddy.”

He came, hard. My throat eagerly swallowed every drip of his warmth. I kept sucking until he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled me up by my throat, squeezing hard. I could feel my eyes rolling back as he squeeze and told me what a good little slut I’d been for daddy.

​He let my throat go and I felt reality start to come back into focus. I kept giggling at everything that had happened, the person Id become for him. The dripping wet puddle of a human he created. 

It’s getting late. We’re drunk, sweaty, tired. I’m panting like a dog. He helps me stand up, my legs still wobbling.

“Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“I want your panties.”

They’re black, polka dotted, and soft. Cute. Got them on sale. Drenched in my cum. I obediently take them off and give them to him. 

​And then he pins me to the wall by my throat and tells me again that I’m a good little slut and I’m his. I want nothing more than for him to absolutely destroy me. He keeps choking me and whispering in my ear. I’m gasping and sputtering weak attempts at “daddy” and then it happens.

I cum. Without him so much as him brushing my pussy. I’m buckling over and can’t stand. I’m exploding and lean into him for support. I didn’t know it was possible to cum without contact but he found a way to do it. I can’t stop laughing and blushing, almost embarrassed at the power he has over me.

He helps me stand and walks me to the elevators. I’m still giggling and hiding my face. He reassures me that I have no reason to be embarrassed. I’m still soaking wet. 

We get on the elevator, and I avert my eyes nervously. Reality is too close. There’s still more I want him to do to me, still more I want to give to him. My clit is still twitching, aching for his touch. I would spend the next two days making myself cum to the thought of this night. 

I call myself a car and he kisses me one last time. I watch from the car as we drive off, giggling to myself. Laughing at the absurdity of seeing him at work, knowing he has my panties. That he’s probably smelling them right now, thinking about me.

I’m pretty excited for this new job.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c8ifsa/i_hooked_up_with_my_coworker_after_the_work_party