[FM] We absolutely hated each other to the point where we just didn’t care at all

Once upon a time, I hate-fucked a “co-worker”.

Here was the deal. I used to work at a web design agency. One of our clients had a huge project, so huge that they had to hire our agency to help their usual agency do all the work. We’re talking multi-platform, multi-media, mega-project. Everything including the kitchen sink. It was way too big for anyone to handle, an issue that was exacerbated by the fact the original agency was GARBAGE.

HOT. STINKING. GARBAGE.

My main contact on the other agency was Jenna and we quickly developed a mutual hatred of each other. We were just mean to each other. In emails. Over Slack. In meetings. I thought she was incompetent – she never had any answers to the questions I needed answered to move the project forward, couldn’t use the basic tools that are industry standard so everything I got was in a weird format and had to be redone, and she was constantly disorganized. She was convinced that I was out to get her fired and so fought back on me with every opportunity.

It was a total mess.

I don’t like to trash talk my peers but Jenna was all style and no substance. She had handled the client’s branding, and while it looked good, when I asked her for a style guide the she asked what I meant by that.

Me: “The fonts, colours, brand guidelines?”

Jenna: “Just copy what we did for the brand.”

Me: “Right, but like, the brand is short. This project has long text. We can’t just copy the brand. There’s not enough there to extrapolate from.”

Jenna: “Then you’re bad at your job!”

It was a hot mess of a project, with both agencies being super passive aggressive with each other all of the time. When we met in person we were so sickly sweet to each other it made my teeth hurt.

Strangely, the client was actually 100% happy with everything that was happening. They loved what we did together and were seemingly ignorant of our internal issues with each other.

Finally the project was done and the client threw a big launch party we were all invited to. It was a fun party: the booze was flowing and it was like a huge weight had been lifted off of all of our chests. And at the end of the night Jenna cornered me by the bar.

Oh right, the thing that made this whole situation worse? Jenna could have been a fucking pinup model. Giant tits on a stick. Tiny – like, 5’-nothing – and wore crazy heels to compensate which made her ass look great in anything. And on this occasion, she was dressed to celebrate, with a strapless little black dress number that hugged everything her mama (and the surgeon) gave her.

“We kinda hate each other, don’t we?” she asked.

“Hate is a strong, strong word,” I replied.

“Don’t lie, you don’t have to. I know how you feel about me,” she went on. “And I just want you to know that it’s fucking mutual.”

“Thanks for sharing.”

“At least we don’t have to work together anymore.”

“Thank God for that.”

To my shock and surprise she nodded to the door. “Come on, I owe you a smoke.”

“I don’t smoke.”

“I’ve seen you smoke.”

“I don’t smoke cigarettes.”

“I know,” she said, pulling a joint out of her purse. “We can smoke this on our way back to my place.”

“Why the fuck are we going back to your place?”

She stared at me and I got the hint. A while later we were at her apartment, having totally confused our poor Uber driver due to our constant bickering in the back seat. Me, I was down with what was happening but I was also confused as to *why* it was happening.

We were on her balcony passing the joint back and forth when I finally asked her what was up.

“It’s kinda hot though, right?” Jenna replied. “I just want to get used by someone who doesn’t give a shit about me.”

“That is kinda hot,” I agreed.

“So what are you waiting for then?” she asked. “*Grab my fucking ass, bitch.*”

So, I did. I moved behind her and grabbed her tiny ass as hard as I fucking could, pulling her back into me and grinding against her. She leaned back, trying to kiss me and I shoved her away. “I only kiss people I like,” I whispered in her ear.

“Well, fuck you then.”

“Fuck you,” I replied, reaching around and grabbing her tits. I’d guessed that she’d had some work done on them – they were *waaay* too big for her frame – and I was right. It wasn’t a bad feeling by any means, though, just different. And if she’d put in work on her boobs, I was going to appreciate them.

I heard her gasp a little at my roughness. “Oh my god, you need it bad, don’t you?”

In response she wordlessly led me inside and flung me on the couch. She stood in front of me, arms crossed, a look of determination on her face.

“Well?” she asked, tossing a condom at me. “Get your fucking dick out.”

*Yes, I used it. I hated this girl, remember? I wasn’t going to let myself have any chance of having to talk to her for the next 18 years.*

I glared back at her and shuffled my pants down to around my ankles. She tapped her foot impatiently as my boxers followed and my half-erect cock revealed itself.

She looked a mixture of disappointed and hungry. “Damn,” Jenna said. “The way you go on, I thought you had the tiniest micropenis ever, but you’re actually not that bad.”

I scowled at her. “If you want my dick hard enough for me to fuck you, you’re going to have to take your dress off.”

She flipped me the bird and slid out of her dress. That did the trick for me, and I was brought fully to attention. We stared at each other, not saying anything really. I was impressed with how tight and toned her body was – she seemed impressed with my cock. But neither one of us seemed to want to make the first move.

I gestured down at my dick. “Are you going to suck this or what?”

Jenna sneered back at me. “I only suck off guys I like.”

In response I grabbed her and dragged her on the couch beside me. She was on top of me and I spanked her – hard. She yelped and dug her nails into my back, straddling me and grinding up against me. I could feel her wetness through the tiny thong she was wearing. “You get off on this, don’t you?” I asked rhetorically.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said through gritted teeth. I pulled her thong to the side and she slammed onto me, taking my cock like it was nothing, her natural wetness making things much easier. Her bountiful tits were in my face and I had to admit, whoever had done them for her had done a good job. I got one in my mouth, licking and sucking it and moaning appreciatively.

“You know I can’t really feel that, right?”

“I know,” I replied. “I’m doing this for me.”

She ground herself against me, sliding down to the very base of my cock. I could feel her squeeze my cock inside of her. She grabbed one of my hands and brought it to her throat – I squeezed, maybe a little too hard. She liked it though, keeping my hand there while she bucked on my cock.

“Why do you have such a nice cock?” she gasped.

“Because I needed another reason for you to hate me.”

“*Fuck you*!”

“Fuck *you*!”

I knew she was getting close and in a moment of charity I decided I’d let her cum. We all deserve to cum, right? I felt her spasm around me, legs shaking as she collapsed onto me. But I wasn’t done, and I wasn’t about to wait longer to finish myself off.

So, I shoved her off me and only sorta caught her as we tumbled to the ground together. “What the fuck?” Jenna exclaimed, still partially out of it from her orgasm.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?” I replied. “Well, I’m going to fuck you.”

I slammed back inside of her, hands pressing against her, pushing her down into her carpet. My cock plunged deeper and deeper. Her tits moved en masse – not jiggling, but like a time lapse of glaciers moving in the ocean. It was intoxicating.

Jenna was wholly wrapped up in the sex, she was half-wincing and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth a bit she was so far gone. I haven’t often managed to fuck a girl so hard she lost control of her face, but this was one occasion.

“You really do get off on this, don’t you?” I asked.

“I hate how fucking good you feel,” she gasped back, scratching at my chest.

I groaned in pleasure and pulled out of her just in time. I pulled the condom off and with a couple quick strokes I was squatting above her and unloading myself across her face and tits. Ropes of my cum landed across her, and she raised her hands half in surprise and half to try to keep it out of her eyes. I didn’t care – I was painting her like a Jackson Pollock painting.

“If you had let me use your fucking pussy like this earlier, we would’ve avoided so many problems,” I told her, slightly out of breath from the pounding I’d given her.

She glared at me, covered in my cum, fully focused again. “Fuck you, dude. Go fuck yourself.”

I shrugged and started to put my clothes on to leave. On my way out the door she stopped me – she’d managed to get most of the cum off of her, although there were still some on her bolted-on tits. “Sorry, that was actually really good,” she said. “I’m kinda sad we aren’t working together anymore.”

“I really enjoyed that,” I replied. “You have great tits.”

“I paid a lot for them,” she said, winking at me. “So, how about it? Wanna come by later and fuck me again?”

I thought of how good the sex just was, how great her body felt and how much I had enjoyed just totally using her. But then I remembered how months of working with her had created a Pavlovian response where every time I heard her voice I got annoyed. I remembered how she seemed to go out of her way to make my life miserable.

I can guarantee you I wouldn’t have had this thought process if I hadn’t just nutted across Jenna’s face. I would have 100% been thinking only about what was under her little black dress.

So I smiled, said “Nah,” and I gave her a small peck on the lips before shutting the door in her face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/up1x33/fm_we_absolutely_hated_each_other_to_the_point