I ended a relationship a couple of years ago and decided to fuck just about anything that gave me attention. Some of that included coworkers. Married ones actually. There’s something incredibly hot about sneaking around and satisfying taboo urges.
A friend of mine recently asked how I ended up essentially being shared among a few co-workers and really it was a fast and loose kind of game. Racy “oops” messages via snapchat or just jokes via fb that get… Carried away so to speak. Granted these guys were in different departments, so I didn’t see them face to face everyday, I do wonder how things might have played out otherwise.
The first guy I had heard about, and when he came to me, well it made sense 😂. I flirted with his best friend (“oops that was meant for someone else”) and of course his best friend told him about me (what a good guy!). He was pretty direct about his wants. We chatted a little bit about expectations and preserving our professional faces and eventually he came over to my place after work one night (he is briefly mentioned in a previous post). This guy isn’t normally my type (overweight and grossly conservative), but I was looking to fuck and be used and see what it was really like having multiple men at my disposal. Most of the time I can’t remember his last name… and that’s what I knew him by for the first couple of years we worked together.
Our short lived fling started when he told me his wife won’t do anal. Well, guess what buddy? I do! He swore he’d eat my pussy good 🙄 but meh. I’m all for sending you home with my pussy on your breath, but I know what we’re here for… to serve the greater good. Once he was inside my ass, he got to talking so dirty, like he was a pro, but shaking and moaning like he was going to cum immediately (that’s fucking hot tho, ngl). Following our first encounter, he always messaged me asking what “his” anal slut was up to. And going forward, that’s all he took was my ass.
We eventually pushed the boundaries and fucked while he was working. Actually I was kind of over him, but I wanted the memory of fucking someone on duty. We met at night in the dead end of closed park in the middle of his shift. I came prepared: a dress, no panties and a butt plug inserted. I bent over the back of my car, legs spread to show him my ass. At this point he revels in his privilege and he savored smacking my ass and slowly removing my plug. Greedy little moans escaped as he lubed up and pressed inside me. I remember him pushing my head down and pulling my hips up and into him, purely using my hole for his pleasure… The jiggling sounds of metal and nylon rubbing against leather and plastic echoed behind me for a few minutes. He called me his anal slut, told me he loves fucking my ass and reminisced on much he had missed my tight, dirty hole. Honestly I can’t even remember saying anything back to him. I was just there for the thrill of being used. After he came, and removed himself from me, cum gushed out on to the sidewalk. I remember talking a picture of that small puddle as a token of what I had done, but I’m not sure it exists anymore.
He was always concerned about getting caught, which was cute. He was definitely much more concerned than a few of his coworkers😏. I got off on the fact he was willing to risk his job (and his marriage) to fuck a slut in the ass.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oy9047/i_was_a_hoe_and_im_admitting_it_fm
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