I [F]ucked [M]y Coworker

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I’ve always been a flirty person, especially if I find you attractive. I’m into men, women, and people and I don’t care if we’re just friends, if you already have a girlfriend, or anything. If you’re hot I feel compelled to flirt with you, simple as that.

When Devon first started I found myself instantly attracted to him. He was tall, had dark hair and I often found myself looking at his large strong hands as he cooked. That’s right, this is a tale as old as time, a server and a kitchen guy. He wasn’t loud or obnoxious which is often an unfortunate baseline in the frequently hypermasculine kitchens in the restaurant industry.  He was funny, good at his job and when he smiled at me something about it felt like we already had a secret between us. So of course it wasn’t long  before I started inviting him out with my group of work friends. We were very flirty and often shared cigarettes, and he’d pulled the classic kitchen flirt move of adding extra things to my food I hadn’t paid for. Sometimes when I’d reach over and wipe the far end of the tables I’d feel his gaze on me and I’d whip around to find him staring at my ass. We’d exchange intense eye contact over the pass and the way he looked at me made heat rise in my cheeks.

It was around this time I found out he had a girlfriend. Although I was disappointed I figured I might as well keep flirting with him “just for fun”. Once I realized he wasn’t single I just sort of figured it would be fine that I flirted, because since he was in a relationship nothing would actually happen. The flirting was just an innocent game to kill time when it was slow at work. And for months that’s actually all it was, harmless flirting that never came to fruition.

Flashforward to last weekend when my coworker was having a housewarming party and we both found ourselves drunk and flirting harder than ever. His girlfriend had been invited but apparently something had come up and she hadn’t been able to make it. We would go out to smoke and I would stand on my tiptoes to stash cigarettes behind his ear, “accidentally” brushing his strong cut jawline. At one point I barely shivered and he immediately held his arms wide open, said “get over here” then pulled me in close. He held me like that while we smoked outside and I could feel my body longing to fit together with his even more closely. When he suggested tequila shots I was quick to jump on bored and I made direct eye contact as I licked salt off the back of my hand. He smirked and threw his shot back. At the end of the night we had to head in the same direrection. We ended up missing the last bus so we decided to walk. To make a long story short he told me he wasn’t happy with his girlfriend and he didn’t know how to end it. When we got to my appartmemt, what should’ve been a brief pause to say goodbye turned into an invitation to come upstairs, which he accepted.

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As soon as we got through the door the look on his face changed and he paused for a brief eternity as he considered the weight his next words would hold. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for months” he finally breathed. “Me too” was all I managed to say before we both lunged at each other. We both took our shirts off and as he kissed me, pressing my body against the wall I felt his skillful hands unclasp my bra. My nipples were perked up from the cold but they melted into the warmth of his broad chest. His breath quickened as I rubbed him over his pants and he began to take off his belt. We stumbled backwards into my room leaving a haphazard trail of strewn clothing behind us. The weight of his gorgeous muscular body over mine pressed me into the mattress as he began to use his mouth to explore my body. He started at my neck and lingered on my breasts, stopping to play with my pierced nipples sucking mental against his teeth. He finally made his way to my thighs as he kissed them I could feel the excitement in his mouth. I was so wet and I could feel my pussy throbed with anticipation. He started to taste me and the way his tounge flickered over my clit made my whole body shudder. He put his fingers inside of me, feeling the depth of wetness he’d inspired.

I wanted to feel his cock inside me so badly but this was the moment he chose to say “this is just a one time thing, I can’t break up with my girlfriend”. I could not have cared less and I told him as much. I didn’t want a boyfriend, I just wanted him to fucking use me. To do things to me he no longer wanted to do to her. This was all he needed to hear and he finally thrust inside of me. His dick felt so good inside me and I felt his breath quicken as he began to fuck me. We fucked like crazy over the next 20 minutes. He pulled my hair, spit in my face and used me like the slut I am. I was so happy to finally be properly put in my place. I was there for him to use and he knew it. When I got too loud he would growl at me to shut the fuck up and push my face into my pillow. By the end of it I was begging for his cum and he gave in, filling my pussy, not even thinking about the fact I wasn’t on birth control. For the rest of the day I could feel his cum dripping out of me and everytime I felt it, it reminded me of what a slut I was for helping him cheat on his girlfriend.

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Since then I’ve seen him several times so if you want to hear more let me know. Thanks for reading.

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