Taming the Office Bully [31M/35F] [Part 1]

Very new to this, so please take it easy on me!

About three years ago I joined my current company; one year into my tenure, I was promoted to management. This meant I would have a lot more face to face time with the director of my department, who was notoriously impatient and short tempered. She had a reputation of pissing people off and giving zero fucks about anything outside of work. I was so excited to work with her.

Let me explain myself:

When I started working here, my coworkers warned me about the orientation class she ran and to simply avoid asking questions. Needless to say, I was very intrigued and expected Miss Trunchbull to show up. Of course, instead, in walks this gorgeous, petite Korean girl – albeit disheveled and in a bad mood, but a beautifully sculpted fair face, long dark hair she wore loose, and such striking honey colored eyes. She has a small frame, no more than 105lbs and prob 5’2″ (she was over a foot smaller than me and less than half my weight) – I was stunned.

She carried herself with confidence and quickly took over the room with her presence. For the next hour, I didn’t ask a single question being completely entranced by this beautiful bully. Everything I had heard about her was true: she had no fucks to give about anyone’s personal life, was extremely results oriented, and clearly wanted to GTFO of there as soon as she walked in.

Over the next year, I would find every excuse to work with her. At first, she found me extremely annoying (no surprise), but I wanted to prove myself and took on additional work to automate a lot of the repeteyive work that was clearly bogging her down. It took 6 months of unsanswered questions, but eventually she responded to my “how is it going?” and from there I was in. We started small, a joke here and there, a small conversation about something annoying at work. Everyone was impressed that I had “tamed” the beast, it was confusing to me that no one else realized how beautiful this woman is.

Before long, we were talking about our career plans and sharing our life stories, usually on days when we stayed late. She opened up to me about her life here. She was the primary bread winner of her family and was putting her siblings thru college, her dad had passed away in a car accident while driving intoxicated. This is why she didn’t drink and why she was always concerned about money. Finally, she told me she had only had one serious boyfriend in her life, it lasted 6 years, and after breaking up she only went on two lunch dates that she ended prematurely. This woman, who I’ll call M moving forward, had a lot on her plate, it was obvious why she was so pissed all the time.

At the time, I had an undefined relationship with a 23YO, Cali Blonde (5’9″ and fake tits) who liked to party and lived on Instagram, let’s call her B. I honestly think she was only seeing me so she could post pictures of us on Instagram. She didn’t have to work since her dad basically funded her lifestyle, so I would rarely see her on weekdays, as she spent them traveling for her “Insta Blog.” It was casual, fun for me. I decided to pursue M, at first I didn’t think she’d respond, but I was enthralled, plus I was 99% certain B was fucking her Italian photographer, Mauricio, so it was time to move on.

I asked M out to dinner and she asked me if B would be okay with that, so I told her what I thought was going on with her and Mauricio and how I planned to end things. She just laughed and told me it serves me right for going after morons; we changed subjects and left it there. On Thursday of that week, B texted me that she and Mauricio had to stay behind for an extended photoshoot and wouldn’t be coming home for a couple more weeks. I was genuinely glad to hear that told her that it’s cool and frankly I wasn’t feeling it anymore, so she breathed a sign of relief and came clean. We laughed about it and that was that; after all, the one thing we had in common was our libidos. The truth of the matter was we were both interested in different people who had a hell of a lot more in common with each of us. Never had a cleaner break up.

That following week, I was promoted and my new office was two away from M. She came to congratulate me and that’s when I broke the news. She suddenly hugged me (it was the first time she had done that – she had been getting more touchy but this was a big step). I wasn’t sure whether she hugged me because of my promotion or because she was happy I broke it off with B, but either way it was nice. She also had news: she was being moved to another department, so our days working together were numbered. At first, I was bummed out but then she said that the only thing that would change were her responsibilities, and that she’d keep the same office. Later that week, she sent me a message asking me if I wanted to grab dinner on Friday night.

That Friday, I stayed late and told her I’d pick her up at 8pm from her house. Instead she told me to meet her at the restaurant since she didn’t want her family to know she was going out with a “non-Korean” man.

I got there a little bit earlier than the agreed upon time, so I parked a little bit further away to see if I could spot her when she arrived. 5 minutes later she pulled up. As I was about to get out of the car she texted me, probably thinking I still had not arrived.

M: “Hey so how do you see this going tonight?”

The question made me pause, so I took a few second before taking a huge risk:

“Ideally with you releasing all that stress you’re carrying in a spectacular fashion”

I sat there waiting for five minutes before she responded:

M: “I’m not sure how to respond to that, but I’m not opposed…”

She then got out of her car. She was wearing a tight fitting black dress. Even from where I was I could see she was not used to wearing something so tantalizing, but dear God did she look good. The dress hugged her body and for the first time, I could see the outline of her perfect hourglass shape. Usually she wore a loose shirt over a large sweater and slacks with flats. Tonight she sported that thin, tight dress and heels.

I moved my car next to hers and followed her in. When I got there, to my even greater surprise, she had ordered a bottle of wine. After telling her how spectacular she looked and kissing her on the cheek, I sat down and eyed the bottle of Prosecco.

M: “I wanted to let loose a bit tonight if that’s alright by you, just don’t tease me when the Asian flush kicks in.”

“Of course not, I bet you look even cuter then.”

We spoke at length about work – as we always do – but as the wine flowed, the conversation changed. We slowly started flirting a little, and I told her that ever since that first day I saw her, I thought she looked amazing. She confessed to having develop a “curiosity” for me early on. After I had drowned glass number 7 and she was finishing number 3, both properly tipsy, I asked her:

“So you can’t date non-Koreans?”

M: *breaths in deeply* “It’s not that… I just wasn’t sure how this night would go, and my mom and sister are nosy. Plus, I haven’t been on a date in nearly 4 years.”

“I’m just teasing you, but I’m surprised they didn’t ask more questions when they saw you dressed like that!”

M: “I changed in the car on my way here…”

“Now that’s funny.” We both laughed out loud at the thought of her awkwardly changing clothes in her tiny Corolla.

“What did you tell them you were doing tonight then?”

M: “I told them I was going to a friend’s house to help her get thru a break up, maybe I would stay the night… I know: very juvenile.”

“I think that’s exciting. Night is ours then??”

M: “It is”

We were sitting towards the back of this restaurant and were lucky to have the section mostly to ourselves.

At this point she was blushing, so I scoot closer, grab her chin and kiss her for the first time. Slowly… She reciprocates and I can feel her body tremble. Her small frame came to life as the kiss progressed until I could tell she was turned on by how relaxed her posture had become.

As we kissed I put my hand on her back gentlyand placed my other hand on her thigh. She let out a whimper as I pulled away but kept my hand firmly on her leg.

“How was that?”

M: “… I enjoyed it.”

“You’re a great kisser, you know.”

After a few seconds of silence, I poured the remaining wine with my free hand and told her we should make a toast.

“To your new work life”

As we cheered, I slowly worked my hand up her thigh under her dress. She moaned a little, and took another sip.

I inched closer and closer until I reached her panties. I then gave her another kiss and simultaneously pulled the panties to the side.

She moaned and apologized – she had not had time to shave and it was extremely unkempt. I told her I prefer it that way.

For the next few minutes, we sat there in silence as I slowly pulled her lips apart and used my middle finger to slowly stimulate her clit. Her legs were quivering and she struggled to remain composed. After a few minutes, she grabbed my arm and pulled her face into my chest. I felt her legs shake uncontrollably and then a huge gush soaked my hand.

I kissed her more deeply than before. We then sat there drinking coffee and sobering up. We started dinner opposite of each other and ended in eachother’s arms.

By the time we left it was almost midnight. Since we had driven separately, we decided to sit in my car for a bit.

“We should take a drive”

M: “Where?”

“No place in particular, let’s just drive.”

She kissed me and said that sounds good.

I started driving and once we were in the clear: late at night in an empty road, I placed my hand between her thighs again and this time I told her to take her panties off. She complied immediately. This time, I teased her clit until she was whimpering and moaning loudly. Eyes on the road of course.

I felt my way around and when I knew she was close, I inserted my middle finger into her. She immediately started coming. I then inserted my ring finger and hooked them to hit her g-spot, I did not finger her – just kept those fingers in while I used my thumb to play with her clit. She drenched my passenger seat. After she had finished cumming, I let her have a few seconds of rest while I parked in an empty parking lot away from street sight. I kept my fingers inside her warm interior the entire time.

As soon as I parked, I turned towards her and began kissing her and fingering her gently. Slowly, I undressed her caressing her everywhere while she trashed and started to climax uncontrollably. Years of pent up tension being released infront of me.

When she was completely nude, I told her to move to the back seat. I joined her there and we started kissing. She tried to unbuckle my belt, but I had other plans. Before she could do so, I put her on her back and pulled her legs up.

I then started to kiss the inner section of her thighs and then started licking my way to her pussy. Her pussy was a full bush of black hair. As I spread her lips apart, I licked them working my way to the top. There I slowly licked around her exposed pink clit, at first slow with long strokes. M was pulling my hair at this point biting my jacket to stop from screaming. I then inserted two fingers just enough to stimulate her while I continued to suck and lick her pink clit. Anytime she approached climax, I pulled away and kissed her thighs again. After the third time, she started to lose it and was begging me to please let her cum. That’s when I came up to kiss her, and having taken my cock out, I used the tip of my cock to rub her exposed clit, no penetration. She came and pissed herself losing all control, covering my cock in a myriad of her juices.

We kissed passionately and she said that no one had ever done any of that to her. I told her I enjoyed every minute of it and made a point to tell her not to shave down there to ensure she didn’t feel self-conscious.

She then looked at my cock – still rock hard. I could tell she was intimidated – I was above average in length, but it was my girth that gave her pause. That was my proudest feature. She was still shaking and covered in a combination of sweat and cum. I put away my cock and held her close.

M: “Don’t you want to…?”

I interjected:

“I wanted you to relese some stress and you have. Let’s not break you all in one go.”

We drove back to the car and she followed me home.

When we got to my place, I guided her by the hand to my room where I stripped her and she me before we got under the covers. I made sure to have cozy linens and cold water on the night stand ready in case she came over.

Once we were under the covers, she pressed the small of her back onto my chest, the feeling of her skin against mine immediately aroused me. I got goose bumps when I felt how smooth and soft her body was. She then slowly started to press her ass against my cock, breaking the spell of admiration and letting me know she was ready for more.

I began by kissing her neck and back, caressed her nipples and rubbed her clit until I knew she was aroused and wet enough for me to come in. I lifted her leg, kissed her and slowly inserted myself inside her. She was tight, tighter than anyone I had been with. I put about half of myself in when she asked me to go slower, her previous boyfriend was nowhere near my size and it had been a while. Knowing I could reach places in her she has never felt before got me even harder and slowly I pushed my way in. She gasped and moaned as I went deeper inside.

We spent the first twenty minutes slowly getting acquainted: me to her tightness and she to my girth. Eventually, she was stretched out enough and I was rock hard. I was sliding all the way in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Each thrust bringing us closer together.

She came again once I thrusted inside her with some force. I came shortly after unable to control myself. We fell asleep in eachother’s arms with me still inside her.

[End of Part 1]

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uju0gu/taming_the_office_bully_31m35f_part_1