I 35 [M] – Had the wildest sexual encounters with two slutty office [FF] colleagues…

A bit of background and context. This occurred about 3 years ago when we still worked in offices and got free food on Friday’s to make up for the suck that is office life. This is a true story; however, the names and roles/times have been adjusted a bit.

TLDR: I was seeing someone else, but fucking two office colleagues one-on-one and together, but it started with a night at a bar, public fingering and gushing in front of friends and co-workers. I wasn’t their boss, but an executive, 5 ranks their superior and almost 10 years their senior. Fs were 23/25, M was 32.

The backstory:

A junior staffer had just joined the ranks of our team — dirty-blonde and buxom; probably the most perfect word to describe her, along with an unreal pair of legs, perfectly round ass, and an all around charm that would make most men completely weak at the knees.

In addition to this, another junior staffer had also started, on the same account, and while not as curved and gifted as the other, equally pretty and just as outgoing and fun.

As we got to working together, we all developed a typical office respect and genial friendship, colleagues but with added notes to seniority as I was 4-5 ranks her senior, but in another department.

About 6 months in to her arrival, we started working more closely. A project had recently kicked off and I ended up being the supervisor for the production end of things. So, we all ended up working together in close quarters for weeks on end; your typical conference calls, meetings, off-sites, and the occasional trip to another state for reviews with our client.

As with anything, you build a level of comfort around your peers, especially when you see them 5 days a week for hours on end.

At this point, we became close — friends that is, hanging after work for a drink, going to work events and forming our own little pod.

We shared dating stories (I was seeing someone who is now a primary partner) and they all had been on and off the cycle of apps and shitty friends of friends.

Conversations ranged from good dates, bad dates, and all the connective tissue like who had the best game, hair, outfit, conversation and style.

Of course, as drinks flowed and time was spent, we started to talk about things such as sex and wild college stories involving flashing, or kissing, etc.

One Summer evening we all headed to a company retreat as a reward for the whole teams’ work. It was a hotel party, mid-afternoon (day drink ugh) and we had the entire pool floor and bar to ourselves.

It was a long project, and we didn’t know there was a pool — so, sorry, no wet pool story here — but stay tuned for a wet story.

We all had about 2-3 drinks and started down some dumb conversation about sex and life, to which the more endowed friend says directly to me “I bet you’re pretty smooth — you seem like you’re smooth in bed and know what your doing”, our friend adds to that “yeah, I bet you’re even into being called daddy and taking little girls for a ride”.

Now, I guess I gave off an air of confidence I didn’t even knew I had — but whatever — as these things left their mouths, I became instantly turned on. I could literally feel my cock swelling through my pants, and albeit, skinny pants.

They kept joking, we all did, and even said — “let’s not turn him on, we’re work friends…”. We all had another drink and the party started to wind down.

Our one friend had to go home, so she left and parted ways, while the more buxom blonde friend came with a smaller group of buddies to a bar nearby.

We hung around, had another cocktail (or two, maybe five), played pool, darts — dive bar shit.

I lost track of her, and wandered to some other friends at the other end of the bar.

At this time, my phone buzzed, and it was my friend from the other side of the bar asking me to come hang, she was lonely.

So, I walked over sat side to side with her, and we started chatting a bit.

Friendly banter and maybe some drunken flirting lead us back to the conversation from earlier.

She starts with “You’re really good at what you do, and it really turns me on”.

At this point, I’m a bit drunk, a bit daring, and certainly wondering if she’s got me mixed up with someone else ha.

So I ask her to keep telling me what she finds so special about me…

She says “You’re just hot. Assertive and I can’t stop thinking about you and how you’d handle me like a good little girl, would you let me be a good little girl for you?”

Well, to say my cock was hard would be an understatement — I was bursting through my pants, a little flush, and very, very turned on.

I said “I like little girls, and I think you know exactly what you’re doing…”

She replies “I know. And I want you to know it to”.

At this point, she grazes my leg, up to my inner thigh and my rock-hard cock bulging out under my pocket and clearly visible to her from above.

She slides her palm over it, and I physically tense to the immense feeling and desire building inside of me.

Her hand comes down again, and grabs mine… she looks directly in my eyes, and slides my finger tips up her legs through the split in her sun dress and right onto the lips of her pussy.

Now, when I tell you this was the wettest pussy I have ever felt, words cannot simply describe. She was dripping, soaking wet and deliciously warm.

I looked right at her, she moaned under her breath and said “touch me daddy”.

So I did. Without hesitation.

My fingers slid right inside, effortlessly… her pussy was warm, dripping wet, and tight even to my fingers.

I forgot for a moment we were in a bar, and albeit dark, in front of colleagues and friends — which made it even hotter.

I only continued for a few moments, pulling my hand out and resting it between us — my fingers dripping wet with her warm cum.

She said she wanted to head home and see were things went, but I felt like being more daring.

I suggested we head back to the hotel bar, enjoy a nightcap and take it from there.

So she headed off to the rest room, while I let my raging hard-on rest… we packed up, said our goodbyes and headed out (quietly as to not tip off any colleagues).

We get to the hotel bar, and find a corner seat along the bar, order two short whiskies and continue to flirt — we start talking about all the fantasies we’ve had or tried, from threesomes to DP/DV (hers not mine), ddlg, and all kinds of fun fetishes and kinks.

She runs to the rest room and comes back to our seat — opens my hand — and drops her soaking wet black thong into my hand.

Dripping wet to the touch.

She opens the slit of her dress again, leans in and says “Make me cum for you daddy. I want to show you how you make me feel”.

I look around, the bartender was at the opposite end, and the bar wasn’t as busy as you’d find it.

I discreetly slide my hand in, side sitting, and start to go to work.

TO my astonishment, she was EVEN WETTER… and growing by the touch.

I kept teasing and sliding my fingers along her swollen clit — every flick, every glide and slip of my fingertip made her wetter and wetter.

I kept going for what seemed about 10 minutes, before she pulled her legs together and squeezed.

I slid my fingers out just a bit, only to feel a massive release of cum — gushing down her legs and onto the patent leather bar stool.

She looked at me, gasped and said “fuck daddy, I just came all over my dress…” smiled and smirked with a detectable grin and continued with “make me cum again”.

At this point, we attracted some attention — so we paid our tab and slowly moved to the rest rooms. The bar had a bank of restrooms for everyone, so you all kind of just hang out in the same spot — its nice, but can be a little awkward when your friends dress has a wet spot front to back.

Prior to making our way to the bathroom, her thighs stuck to one side of the chair from her warm cum sticking a bit to the seat.

We both darted into a larger rest room — which — I feel most do at this hotel, kind of the invitation I suppose.

I pulled her dress up and licked till my tongue went numb — tasting every drop of her cum and working hard for more.

She pressed my face in, and then pulled me up to her lips, tasted me right off of her — and grabbed my hand, sliding it back into her pussy for more — I worked over her clit, and slid inside, alternating between the two for a bit before she pulled my hand out and gushed all over the floor… purely the hottest most carnal sexual experience I’ve indulged to date.

We kissed for a while and decided to head uptown to her place to finish the evening, primarily, myself.

We hopped into an Uber and the fun persisted — I made her cum discreetly in the back of the uber at least two more times, each a gush of warm cum… she even grew daring at one point, flashing her bare pussy up-skirt for the driver to see — thankfully, he did not, and to be honest, Im glad for that much (he was a bit gross).

We make it back to her place and get right at it — fucking like the world was going to end. She undid her dress but left it on, her tits bare, massive and with nearly invisible pink nipples — I buried my face and lips on her chest, tweaking her nipples and licking them as I fucked her raw and hard — long, short, every possible combination I could.

We fucked, came, and rested onto her couch in a sweaty cum soaked pile of people — giggling about the night and cuddling with a bit of after care for a few minutes.

To think my night could not have gone any better, she gets a text from our friend asking if she’s up and is doing anything.

We both blush, but she plays it cool and calls her up. Said she’s in for the night but wanted to tell her something in the morning.

Immediately the friend pauses and says “Did you fuck him?” — she gasps, pauses as well (as do I — what? they talk about me?!) — she responds timidly “yes.”.

Our friend starts to face time her — she panics and looks over, with that grin from before and asks “should I answer?” — feeling bold, I reply “whatever you want!” — without pause she answers.

At this point, she’s bare chested and in nothing but her cum soaked sun dress. Our friend on the other end is in bed, but wearing a white tank and some kind of short bottoms, but it was hard to see on the phone.

She asks right away “How was it?”.

My friend replies “I came in buckets and my pussy is so sore”.

They both giggle, and the friend on the phone asks for more details.

Meanwhile, my cock is already starting to recover, at the sight and sound of two women (basically strangers to me 6 months ago) talking about sexual prowess while I collect my sanity off-camera.

As they talk about things, even in some detail… my friend grabs my cock and starts to stroke it.

I’m floored, hard as a rock, and in a state of “is this happening? is this some kind of dream?” — as she’s stroking me, she’s telling our colleague about the night, how it started at the bar, the hotel, the ride up and in her apartment.

At this point I’m thinking its just going to be some fun conversation I get to listen in on — mildly worried about this spilling out into work, but also focused on my firm cock in her grip.

And then it happened.

My friend tells our work friend “He’s still here. And I’m stroking his cock while we talk.”

I freeze — panicked — turned on — a bit sweaty — kinda hungry — but also, terrififed.

Our friend replies, “show me”.

She pulls the phone over and starts stroking me, on camera.

Our friend looks long and hard — and after a few glances, takes off her top and says “pretend Im there stroking with you”.

I’m floored — this is happening — they DO talk, and they’re totally into it.

She strokes me harder, and I moan — while our friend on the phone starts to rustle around, eventually pulling up her phone to reveal her slim naked body, breast in hand, and vibrator on her clit…

At this point, my friend starts to suck me while I hold the phone watching our colleague tease her pussy with a tiny little clit stimulator — her body was perfect — athletic, toned, with proportional tits and a deliciously devious smile that made my cock tingle with every second glance.

As my friend sucks me, my fingers slide back into her pussy — it’s dripping — she moans on my cock making it vibrate a bit while our friend starts to moan louder on the phone.

I don’t recall how long this went for, but I eventually shot a load right into her mouth while our friend came on the line.

She pulled up, wiping her face and said to me “we love being good girls for you…” — our friend on the line repeated that and said I’m jealous of the fact that I didn’t get to feel your cock myself.

AT this point, while I numb to the situation, and realize I’m not in a dream — I smile, entice them both a both, and we hang up.

I hung around for a few minutes, had some water and a snack — after about an hour, we got dressed and I headed back to my place as it was a school night, and work was around the corner.

The next day at work, we had our usual meetings, but both girls sat opposite me a the table — shooting flirty messages in our group text and smiling subtly at one another at every pass.

Nothing happened for a few days, until I joined a conference call with them for a pre-meeting about something due the next day.

It was all business, until one of them brought a bottle of wine (yes, we had booze) to the meeting — we all snuck a cup but carried on our duties.

As the meeting ended, the two of them started to work one another up about the past night — talking about things related, during, and what they’d do again if we planned it.

I had to run, so I left them both — as I headed off to my next meeting, my phone vibrated.

They had sent me a snap with their tits out, and our slimmer friend sucking on the blonde’s chest.

Two of them.

I nearly collapsed on the floor.

We flirted on an off like this for months, sexting as a group, exchanging flirty texts now and again, even meeting up and having some fun — sadly not as explosive as the first time, but just as fun. We fucked in the office, their apartments, played publicly when it allowed, and fucked in a sex club before the virus ruined that.

Eventually, I was placed onto a different team and our friend from the phone relocated jobs.

We all still stay in touch, although not as “in touch” with one another; however, I can humbly say that those 2-3 months were the most sexually adventurous, carnal, and wild I have ever had — honestly, not sure if I will ever have again.

To all the slutty people out there, fly your flag high.

Sorry for the long read.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/os1v75/i_35_m_had_the_wildest_sexual_encounters_with_two