Note: This story came about because I really like sexually aggressive girls and dirty talkers. I joked to myself that a girl who had both characteristics could make me do pretty much anything. And that’s how this story came about.
Warning: This story treats infidelity and bending of consent in a consequence-free and rewarding context so we can explore our kinks. If you think you’d be offended by that, please skip.
Everyone is over 18 and this is purely fiction.
I’d love a dirtypenpal – if you want to build out this or another story let me know.
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The wife and kids were in bed and I was staying up late, trying to have a breather from the busy week. Nothing was on TV but i was watching it anyway. My phone buzzed.
>Hey
Hi Nicole, how can i help you
>Stop being so professional
Do you want to play a game?
>No, I’m busy now, can i help you with something?
No you’re not you’re watching TV
Or playing video games or something
Come on play my game
>no thanks
pleeeeease? It’ll be quick.
>ok. whatever
Good.
Today is a very special day, to win a prize, can you tell me why?
>Its your birthday
no
>Then i don’t know.
Oh, no i’m sorry that’s not an answer.
Care to try again?
>No thanks.
Come on guess.
>No, just tell me.
Ok. It’s the 1000-day anniversary of the first time you shoved your fat cock in me and fucked me senseless.
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It was true, but it wasn’t so simple.
We worked together years ago and one night, after a long flight cross-country, going straight in to the office and spending the whole day doing presentations, we congratulated ourselves with a few drinks at the hotel bar.
We didn’t really know each other then. She was 12 years younger than me but had really held her own through the prep and execution of our presentations. Given her age, I was surprised and a little jealous about how good she was at the job we were both doing. Her professionalism is probably why I didn’t shy away from her offer to have those drinks at the hotel bar in the first place.
The conversation started awkwardly but eventually went from hobbies to family, then specifically about kids and eventually went to my wife and our relationship since having kids.
“So you guys don’t have much sex then?”
Laughing a little embarassed “You… could say that”
She got interested and leaned in like it was juicy gossip, “Like how often?”
“I. It’s…” I was going to shut her down but I didn’t want to kill the mood. “Um like once a month.”
She gasped. “Oh my that would simply not do for me. I’m more of a 3 or 4 times a week person”
“So am I. But there’s no time.”
She paused.
“There’s time now!”
“Yeah! She’s probably fucking someone else right now hah.”
“Well if she is, maybe you could be too.”
It hit me. I didn’t see where this was going until now.
“Uh. heh. yeah” I immeidately got nervous and started avoiding eye contact.
“Well how about it? I’ve always thought you were cute.”
I simled, flattered. “Thanks but no thanks I’m married.”
“I don’t care.” she said flatly.
I smiled, shook my head. I tried to change the topic, “So, how about that last presentation huh? Adam didn’t
seem like he was really paying attention to us.”
She resisted, “Sorry i’m having trouble focusing because now I’m picturing your cock. How far down your leg does it go?”
She grabbed my thigh about mid-way. Wishful thinking.
“Please that’s not -”
“Here?” She moved her hand up.
She grabbed it. I shifted away to sit facing forward, pretending to care what was on the bar room TV
“Oh! Nice…. it’s warm”, she hissed.
I could see her slip her hand up her skirt in my periphery. What the fuck was going on?
She leaned in again, “Now I’m warm too.”
“Stop”. I whispered over my shoulder
“Ok fine, I was just playing, silly.” She sat up straight again. “Let’s get another round”. She motioned to the bartender.
When the bartender returned with our drinks she quickly wrapped her hands around the rim of my drink and stole a sip.
“ew whiskey”. She gave it back
“Yes thats what I ordered.” I was a little annoyed because she put me in an awkward position.
I took a drink and it hit me immediately. My glass smelled like pussy.
Something broke in my mind. My cock was instantly a rock. What was she doing? I took another sip. I thought about it, my mind reeling over her overt advances. I rotated my drink to align with her finger print and took another sip and a taste. What was I doing?
She must have noticed. She leaned in and whispered “How about we go upstairs and I make your whole face smell like that?”
I tried to watch the TV. This was totally inappropriate.
“I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”
“No.” I said to the TV.
“No one is going to find out. Come on, stretch me out with that big cock of yours. Pull my hair and fuck me hard. Come in my face. Then do it again.”
That was it. I waved for the check and we went upstairs.
It was a little unusual as far as spur of the moment hookups go. I thought she was cute and I’m assuming there was some mutual attraction, but when we got up to the room, it was like we were two puzzle pieces that just locked together. It was intense but indirect, neither of us really trying to finish and be done, but rather savoring and escalating and then deescalating the sensations between us. When I finally did orgasm, we slowed down but didn’t stop, just changed positions and kept going. I had NEVER had an orgasm and gone back for more. True, BEFORE having sex I’d love to think of myself as someone to go all night, but when it actually happens, the cumming is always the end. But not with her.
We went at each other until 1 in the morning, except for a little break to raid the vending machine at the end of the hall. We were camping together on a plateau of sexual excitement the entire time. I’ve never, ever, had sex like that before.
The problem was, I was married, she was single. I’m still married, she’s still single. I can go months without hearing from her so I’m pretty sure she dates. But none of them last. I’m sure I know why – she tends to get what she wants even if you don’t want to give it. Most people wouldn’t be ok with that and I guess sometimes I am.
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>Nicole, I’m married and that was a long time ago.
Come on you know you loved it. I’ve never been fucked like that.
>We can’t talk about this.
>I have a lot to lose.
>I can’t risk it all for sex
Yes you can. I want you to fuck me every day for the rest of my life. Do whatever you want to me. I’ll let you do anything. Just fuck me.
>It’s not like it was a one time thing.
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That was true too. It seemed she had a way of making me do things despite my morals and best intentions to keep her out of my life.
About a year ago, we were still working together. She came over to my cube one Friday afternoon and leaned on my desk, very deliberately blocking the view of the guy who worked across the walkway.
I noticed she was wearing a cute dress and some of her ample curls were pulled up, showing off her long neck. She looked great.
“Hey you, there you are.”
“I’ve been here all afternoon.”
“Stop it, its just something i say because you’ve been on my mind all day but I haven’t seen you until now.”
“I… getcha..”
To be honest, she freaked me out a little, dropping hints that she was thinking about me all the time, while I’m going about my life trying to not think about her. Sure it was flattering but eventually it felt uncomfortable knowing she was looking for me to reciprocate when I knew I shouldn’t. But she wouldn’t leave me alone.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Work. I’m working”
“Is that all?” she seemed playfully disappointed. Probably because i didn’t compliment her on her dress. It was nice, but i didn’t want to send her the wrong signal.
…silence for a while. I didn’t want to engage.
She whispered, “Hey check this out.”
She stopped leaning on the desk and slid her butt down the edge of it. I heard a kind of muffled clunk sound.
Still whispering “hear that?” She did it again, ‘clunk’
“What is… it?”
She stood up with her back to me, peeking over the cube walls to see if anyone was looking.
When she was satisfied, she reached back to the hem of her skirt and quickly lifted it.
It was gone in a flash, but she showed her butt, no panties. There was a stainless steel buttplug in her ass.
She turned around smiling, excited. Her eyes were piercing – wide as plates. “Did you see!?”
I was frozen. She was showing me her buttplug in the office. There were 5 people within 10 feet of us, in all directions. Any one of them could stand up and lean over for a quick question at any moment.
“Wanna touch it?”
“…..” I was a deer in headlights.
“Come on, play with it. Don’t be afraid.”
“…..” my cock was getting hard in my dress-pants but was smashed and folded and in desperate need of repositioning. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t move.
She spun around again and whispered in my ear, “Remember in the hotel you bent me over and you slid your tongue over my asshole? I remember saying (sheepishly) “exit only”. Well. Let’s say I’ve expanded my horizons since then.”
She turned around and lifted the back of her skirt again.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t do anything. I’ll get caught and ruin my job and my life. I can’t i can’t i can’t.
She backed up. I was cornered. Her bare ass was inches from my face. She wiggled it.
I reluctantly reached out and gently pressed the plug like a button.
“MMMMmmmm- um uh eh eh” she turned a moan quickly into clearing her throat for the benefit of anyone within earshot.
Hearing her excitement for my touch egged me on.
I slid my hand between her cheeks and gave the plug a little pull. She arched her back to give me a little better access.
She was trying to be quiet but i could swear i heard her purring…
I reached under and touched her pussy. She jumped just a little and repositioned her feet a little wider.
What the fuck was I doing?! In the office! What if someone saw? I was nearly oblivious to it all because she seemed to think it was something we could get away with. Why else would she instigate this?
Her pussy was wet so I licked my finger and slowly slid it between her lips to find her vagina.
When i did, she gave her butt another push and I slid my finger about half way in.
I pulled it out, put it in my mouth and my eyes crossed. Eating pussy, even second hand, in the office was something i never thought I’d do. My cock was so hard it wasn’t crushed anymore, it repositioned itself in my pants on its own.
I got some spit on my finger and slid it back in, this time all the way. I was just grabbing the buttplug when a coworker who was visiting from another office walked by.
She let go of her skirt. I froze with both hands under her skirt.
“Hi Gary!” she said sweetly
“oh hi Nicole how are you. Good to finally meet you.” They shook hands.
She squeezed my finger with her pussy. I think she wanted me to continue.
Gary didn’t seem to notice me behind her, so I did.
“What brings you out to our little office Gary?”
“Oh well, i have a yearly meeting with Mike from Sales to……”
I stopped paying attention. My world focused on her pleasure. I moved my finger in and out, i pulled and twisted the plug. Gently so my arms didn’t move much, lest Gary discover me behind her.
I looked up. Her beautiful curls, skinny frame and little hot butt made me fantasize about flipping her around and kissing her.
I transposed the passion I was feeling and the eroticism of the public act into my playing. I pushed my finger in as far as i could, I pulled it all the way out I wiggled it. I was completely lost in play. I left the buttplug alone and used my other hand on her clit.
She was getting visibly animated, breathing harder and running her hands on the cube walls to keep her distracted.
Gary stopped his long-winded answer. “Are you doing ok Nicole?”
“Yeah I’m fine… Must be… allergies.”
Then finally it happened.
“OH! OH!” She blurted out, shooting her hands out in either direction to hold onto the cube walls.
“TISSUE! TISSUE!” She pointed away from us as Gary sprang, panicked, into action. I kept pumping my finger and rubbing her clit. Clouded by lust, I disregarded any responsibility in the cover-up.
Her body quaked, “Ah choo!” “AHCHOO”. It didn’t sound believable to me and I’ve never seen anyone lose control of her knees while sneezing, but hopefully with Gary fumbling for the tissues on desk across the way he didn’t notice.
Her sneezing fit seemed to have cut their conversation short. Gary left while she pretended to blow her nose. I pulled my finger out and quickly licked it clean. She walked out without another word.
About 15 minutes later she messaged me “Nice job!” and a picture of a soaking wet kitten in the rain.
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No you’re right it wasn’t a one-time thing and I think you’re a great person but I just can’t do this to my family.
>I promise you won’t get caught.
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This past spring my wife and I got a babysitter and went to the mall to pick up some things. We decided to split up at Nordstrom while I picked out some clothes for work. I was in the dressing room when I heard a familiar voice.
“… is my husband in here? I just saw him go in.” But that didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
“Um yeah probably, a guy just walked into the one on the end.”
“David?”
It must have been my wife. I opened the door.
It was Nicole.
“Hey hon, I picked out some more shirts for you” she said as she pushed her way into the dressing room.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!??! My wife is out there!”
“Stop worrying. She’s in the shoe section. We’ve got time.”
“No. get the fuck out of here.”
Ignoring me, she pulled her pants down and got in close.
“I’ve missed you and this lovely cock”
My pants were already off and my cock became instantly hard once she slipped her hands in my boxers and
wrapped her fingers around it.
“This is my cock and I want it now.” She was smiling but not in an altogether pleasant way. It was devil-like. Possessed.
“No, this ends now.” I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around toward the door.
She managed to leave her feet planted on the floor and my push only ended up bending her over. She wiggled her butt around my cock.
“Fuck me quick. Don’t make it last, just pump my hole full of cum.”
She continued to wiggle and the tip of my cock found her pussy. She was wet enough that she could push it in a bit, pull it out and push it back in a little deeper. We silently rocked back and forth for a few minutes until I could slide all the way in. I silently, passively let her do what she wanted.
She looked back at me and could see the look of euphoria on my face. We smiled at each other as she slowly fucked her body back onto my cock.
It felt mind-bendingly good as we silently rocked. She rubbed her clit and I grabbed her hips.
Finally, as she was cumming on my cock I came too. I could feel my cum forcefully spray out as the contractions of her orgasm squeezed my pulsing cock.
“Is my husband in here?” I only partially heard my wife because I was still cumming in Nicole.
“No ma’am there’s just one guy and his wife is helping him”
“That’s weird because he had some clothes to try on. DAVID?”
“..Yes?”
Nicole pulled her cum filled pussy off my cock as it dribbled into her pants around her ankle. I put my cock away and grabbed some pants to try on as Nicole wriggled under the partition to the next dressing room with her pants awkwardly pulled up halfway over her butt.
Just as my wife knocked on my dressing room door, Nicole was walking out of the next room and back out to the attendant. “These don’t fit. Thanks”
“Ugh, it smells weird in here.”
“Yeah, dirty carpets.”
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>Its beautiful out tonight don’t you think?
Don’t you live in Mass? We don’t have the same weather.
>I do, but I’m not there now
Travelling for work?
>Sort of. I’m working on something.
What’s that?
>Look out your back window.
Holy shit is that what she meant!? I went into full on panic mode. My heart was pounding. I stood up and my phone started ringing, she was calling me. I answered, screaming in a whisper “what are you doing?! My wife and kids are upstairs! You’re fucking crazy! Leave me alone! Stop making me do these things!”
No response.
“hello?”
Heavy panting.
I got to the back windows that overlooked the patio. The motion sensor light had tripped on. Nicole was on the patio, naked, on my wife’s favorite lounge chair. Her legs were wide in the air at 10 and 2 and she had what looked to be a few fingers in her.
I could hear her fingers noisily churning her pussy and her frantic breathing.
“Come out here and stuff that pig in me. Fuck me til i can’t walk then fuck me some more. Fill my cunt with your cum and don’t you dare stop pounding me until i let you.”
My cock, straining in my lounge-shorts, was touching the glass.
“I want your cum all over my body. I want your cock, your fingers and your tongue all in me at the same time. You’ve already ruined me for any other man. Now break me. Split me in two. Make me yours forever.”
What could i do? I opened the door, stepped out and she knew she had me once again. She orgasmed, the sound amplified and delayed from the phone in contrast to the live version a few feet away. I reached up and unscrewed the flood light bulb and pulled the drawstring of my shorts.
end.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/pas61t/my_m_dirty_talking_coworker_f_always_gets_what