We started messaging each other in the DMs on Instagram. Actually, he reached out to me first. I noticed that he liked every picture I posted, and was one of the first few to always view my stories. We would exchange harmless messages and posts about cats, since he has two of them.
He’s about average height here, maybe 5’8”-5’10”. Late twenties or early thirties, same age range as me. Muscular, larger arms but not necessarily too top heavy. Rides a motorcycle, does research, builds models in his spare time, and experiments with nail polish.
There have only been harmless interactions on the surface, but I’m starting to get a weird feeling from him. I began to post more risqué stories or pictures, and found that he followed those quite closely. He’s got a long time girlfriend, much like what I’ve got with my boyfriend. But I would be lying if I haven’t thought of him while my boyfriend and I are fucking.
He recently invited us to a luncheon in a couple of weeks and made sure to also share that with me directly. I can imagine being in his house and using the bathroom. Maybe I hear a knock while I’m washing up and tell whoever is on the other side to wait for a second. I open the door and almost run into him. We do that awkward chuckle as we shuffle around each other. He goes into the bathroom and I walk down the hall back to where the party is at. The day continues on.
And as the day goes on, we get more alcohol sloshing around in our bellies. People loosen up and get chummier. Conversations get a bit louder. Again, I have to pee. I clumsily make my way back into the house for the bathroom. He was already standing there by the time I opened the door. He immediately walks in, gently pushing me back into the bathroom as he quickly shuts the door and turns on the fan with one quick movement.
He quietly kisses me. Holy shit. His lips are soft, his kisses are hungry and they want more. I can feel my clit pulsing in excitement. I’m a little shorter, so I gently tug on his shirt collar before bringing my hands down to take ahold of his ass and pull him against me. I felt the boner through his jeans. It was ready for me. I struggle with his belt but he helps me. His cock sprung to action when I pulled it out from his briefs. I knelt down onto the bathroom floor and circled my tongue around the tip of his dick. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he tried to stifle his moan. “Oh fuck, baby,” he whispered.
Being called baby by someone like him drove me insane. He’s usually a docile, mild-mannered guy who doesn’t quite navigate the social terrain as much as he looks like he should (he’s pretty damn cute). Hearing him call me baby made me push him further into my little mouth. I stroked the base of his cock as I sucked him off. Before he got too close to finishing, I slowed down and pulled it out between my closed lips without breaking eye contact. Without missing a beat, he bent down, flipped me over, pushed my panties off to the side (I was wearing a dress), and began to fuck me doggy-style. I started whimpering uncontrollably; his dick was hitting that sensitive spot, almost too deep for my comfort. I felt my pussy juices dribbling out as he slid in and out. As he pumped into me, he leaned over and began to finger me. My clit was rock hard by now. I’m trembling, trying not to come, but also not in the headspace to care.
He picks me up, dick still inside, and bends me over the bathroom counter. My tits smashed against the cold, granite tops and made my pink little nipples hard. I watched us in the mirror as he held tightly on my ass with both hands and continued to go in and out, harder and faster until he was ready to cum. “Where do you want it, baby?” I told him to do it inside me. All of it. Couldn’t even finish my answer before he came. After some time to catch his breath, he pulls his cock out of me and gently slides it over my pussy, marinating it with his jizz.
To not raise suspicion, we decide to clean up shortly after. About half an hour after, we were looking to replenish drinks so both he and I offered to go. (I was the only one good enough to drive, and he knew what drinks to get for everyone.) We picked up and I let him eat me out in the backseat of his car. I squeezed my thighs around his head and watched his tongue dart in and out and around my clit. That turned me on so much. I arched my back to try and wiggle away from him on impulse but he kept a firm grip on both of legs and went in with deeper slurps. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I came for what felt like minutes (probably wasn’t). My pussy juices dribbled down to my ass. He took a finger and slid it from my clit, slowly tracing the path where it went and gently stuck it in my little asshole. I came again.
If only, right?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c97z54/i_f_want_to_fuck_my_boyfriends_colleague_m
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