(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – Nothing But Paint

Sorry for the delay! Was a busy weekend. These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a month ago.

This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 23 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xvq6sb/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_girlfriend_dilemma/)

**Part 24 is below**

I was in a daze as we got into my car and I started driving us to the nightclub which was about 20 mins away. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as Eric’s fingers were caressing my bare thigh just below the hem of my extremely short skirt. His hands would occasionally creep a little higher and closer to my inner thigh. I held my breath and my body went taut with anticipation, but his fingers would reverse course much to my disappointment. He was thoroughly enjoying teasing me. He slipped his fingers just barely under the hem of the skirt a couple of times but never went any higher. Words were totally unnecessary to convey how turned on I was as we drove in silence.  I had pretty much soaked my lacy g-string by the time we reached the night club and parked nearby. 

It was not the most happening nightclub in the city, but it had a few things going in its favor. It was located far enough away from my workplace that I was unlikely to run into some random colleague. It also had a reputation of being more ***”adult oriented”*** and generally allowed things to go a little wild and turned a blind eye to the lascivious adventures of their patrons. They were also known for their Wicked Wednesday theme nights. Tonight they were hosting a glow paint party which sounded exciting and something I had never been to. Most importantly the host I was interacting with offered an extremely good deal on the bottle service that was too good to pass up. 

As we walked the couple of blocks towards the night club, I remembered to text my hubby and check in with him. 

*Me (Text) – “Hey babe. Having an absolutely great evening so far. The massage is on for Friday. Finished dinner and now going to the nightclub.”*

*Hubby (Text) – “Nice. Have fun, honey. The massage table was delivered. It is fairly easy to set it up. By the way, can you share your location?”*

I was about to share my location when I remembered that conversation in the morning about making him our chauffeur and decided to have fun with him.

*Me (Text) – “Cuck Bitch, remember I told you I might summon you. I want you to come over right now.”*

*Hubby (Text) – “Yes Mistress. May I know where you are?”*

*Me (Text) – “I am not going to make it that easy Cuck Bitch. I am in a nightclub in this zip code. You have 3-4 hours to find us. I expect you to drive us back and you better not disappoint me.”*

*Hubby (Text) – “Yes Mistress.”* 

I absolutely had no idea how many nightclubs were in that zip code. I assumed he would be smart enough to narrow it down to 3 or 4 of them which should give him a good chance of finding us. We reached the entrance of the club and were led by our hostess to a table which was a little away from the dance floor. It was secluded and in the shadows and the other nearby tables were unoccupied, which meant we could literally do anything we wanted. I was also certain it was not the first time this table had seen ***’some action’***. The hostess brought us a box of the glow paint supplies – glow paint crayons, glow paint tubes, brushes, glow sticks and left it at our table.

The party was just getting started and the DJ was starting to spin some good tunes. We ordered a couple of bottles of champagne and a bottle of tequila and a few beers in order to hit the minimum spend limit. Eric opened one of the bottles of champagne and poured us a glass each. I decided to take it easy on the alcohol as I had to drive us back (in case my hubby never found us) and also it was Eric’s turn to get drunk. We were sitting very close to one another and Eric was still caressing my thighs as I spread my legs apart from him to provide better access. 

*Eric – “I do not think we can finish all these bottles, especially if you are not drinking. Do you want to call your husband to join us?”* 

*Me (Quickly) – “No, my husband is busy today.”*

*Eric – “If you want to call Dan, you can. I will be alright.”*

*Me – (Touching his cheek) – “Babe, are you sure? I do not want to upset you.”*

*Eric- “Yeah. He is my best friend. Growing up together we have fought over girls before, but this situation with you is something totally weird. You are not even available, yet here we are kind of fighting over you.”*

He dialed Dan’s number and it kept ringing with no answer. He finally hung up, shrugging his shoulders. 

*Eric – “His loss.”*

*Me – “Come let us get this party started and go dance.”*

I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. It was a little awkward to grind Eric due to the height difference between us – He is 6’5” and I am only 5’3”. I tried my best, by leaning back into him and pushing my butt against him, but Eric was still a bit reserved and was not all handsy as I had hoped he would be. I was a bit disappointed and after a couple of songs we took a break and went back to our table. He opened the bottle of tequila and fixed himself a drink. I took out a tube of paint and handed it to him. He squeezed out the paint on his fingers and painted my thighs and legs in long sweeping wave-like patterns. I took out another tube and painted a few patterns on my arms. The hostess came by and helped paint hearts, stars, flowers, leaves, butterflies, and other abstract patterns on my arms, shoulders, chest, face, tummy, back of thighs. I whispered something to her and she took out the bright pink crayon and wrote something across my back.

Eric downed a couple of drinks while watching my body getting painted. The lights had dimmed on the dance floor as the glow party came alive. We went back to the dance floor and as soon as we stepped under the UV lights, Eric could see what was written on my back. The words ***’Eric’s slut’*** was written in bright big pink letters across my back. I looked back at Eric to see his reaction. He gasped with shock on seeing those words as I leaned back and put my arm around his neck.

*Me – “Told you I do not do things in half measures.”*

*Eric – “Wow. You really want it bad.. don’t you, slut?”*

*Me – “You have no idea.”*

Eric grabbed me a little firmer this time and put his strong arms around my midriff as I hungrily grinded my ass into his crotch. He spun me around and looked into my eyes.  

*Eric  – “As hot as that sounds, one thing I cannot condone are cheaters. How would your husband feel if gets to know about all this?”*

*Me – (Stuttering) – “I..I… Actually my hubby already knows about this.”*

I saw confusion on Eric’s face for a few moments before it dawned on him.

*Eric – “Oh! You are that sort of couple. Wow, that was totally unexpected.”*

*Me – (Stammering) – “What…What do you mean?”*

*Eric – “I maybe only 22, but I am not stupid. You are cuckolding him. He probably likes to watch you with other guys.”*

I stayed silent, which was an implicit admission that he was correct. 

*Eric – “In fact I have had that experience before. I told you about the older woman, the only one to take me in the ass. They were such a couple. Her husband was watching when I fucked her senseless.”*

*Me – (Whispering) – “Did you like that?”*

*Eric – “It was totally weird at first, but I soon started enjoying it and putting on a show so to speak. The best thing is that unlike other girls who I had to be gentle with, all she wanted was to be fucked rough and hard. She was a complete slut willing to literally do anything. I think that is exactly what you want, boss.”*

He forcefully grabbed me and spun me around as he enveloped my petite body with his huge frame as he pressed himself hard against me. I shuddered with excitement at the sudden change in him. His whole demeanor had changed in an instant. His hesitation was completely gone, replaced by a bold, cocky guy who knew his way around a woman’s body. His hands roamed freely around my body groping my exposed flesh over my midriff and my thighs. This was how I had exactly envisioned my fantasy – A strong, confident guy who has his way with me and makes me his total slut. I could smell his powerful masculine scent on me which was driving me wild. I started to get very wet as he grazed his hands on the back of my neck driving me wild. He yanked me back by my hair as he started to nuzzle my ear. 

*Eric – (Whispering and kissing my neck) – “With how many guys have you done this before?”*

*Me – (Shuddering) – “You would be the first and that is the honest truth. The first time I saw at my desk, I felt an instant physical attraction. I never felt like that with any other guy, including my husband. My husband caught on and one thing led to another and he confessed that the idea of seeing me with another guy turns him on.”*

*Eric – (Whispering) – “I am flattered, slut. Is your husband here, watching us?”*

*Me – (Croaking) – “I..I am not sure.”*

*Eric (Squeezing me harder) – “What do you mean you are not sure, slut. It is a simple question.”*

In fits and starts, between my gasps,  I managed to tell him about the task of finding us I had given my hubby. Eric laughed and grinned when he heard it. 

*Eric (Laughing) – “You are pretty evil, boss. You have sent your poor husband on a wild goose chase. I saw many clubs around here. It is going to be so hard for him to find us. Just getting past those bouncers as a single guy is going to be so hard.”*

The song came to an end and we took a break. I sat down next to him on the couch at our table. He lifted me up easily as though I was some paperweight and made me sit on his lap forcing me to straddle him. He leaned in and kissed me hard with his tongue pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth and he stuck his tongue down my throat. I am no stranger to passionate kissing, but Eric’s tongue felt like it had a life of its own – rough, persistent, invading every corner of my mouth. I tried to kiss him back with the same tenacity but it was a lost cause. When he finally released me from the lip lock I felt dizzy and out of breath. The day itself was going at a dizzying pace and one of many firsts – I brutally dominated my hubby, touched and felt another man’s cock, stripped naked for another man and now being passionately kissed by him.

Eric downed another beer and kissed me again and I could feel the alcohol in his breath and he definitely was well on his way to getting drunk. He then got up to go back to the dance floor. He just simply carried me to the dance floor like I was weighed nothing as I helplessly clung to his strong body.  He put me down and pulled me closer to him, squeezing my ass, kissing my face and neck and then bent down to lick my tits through the top, making me shiver with excitement. He then spun me around and I took it as a sign to grind him. I leaned back into him lost in my sensations. My pussy started gushing when he reached under my top and grabbed my tits, squeezing them assertively and pinching my nipples. We noticed that there was a topless girl with her boobs covered with just body paint.

*Eric – “You have a very hot body, slut. I want to strip you naked right here just like that bitch there.”*

I shuddered as I struggled to control my wanton lust. Eric was busy undoing the bottom knot of my top which secured it around my back.  He then bent down to lick my bare sweaty back making me shiver. He then went back to nuzzling the back of my neck. His other hand was grazing my bare midriff and running circles around my belly button which was another erogenous spot. I had my eyes closed enjoying his touch, feeling his hot body against mine.  I could feel him tugging on the other knot around my neck. He took his time with the knot, but eventually it came undone. The top fell down exposing my boobs. He caught my top with his free hand and flung it in a random direction. He went back to kissing my neck as I continued to grind him topless like a total slut. He then spun me around and drew a few concentric rings around my nipples like it was some kind of bullseye. He wrote ***’Eric’s’*** and ***’Fuck Toy*****’** on top of each boob almost like he was branding me as his property. Some of the couples did notice I was topless, but I was beyond caring and I just let him have his way.

He bent down and sucked on my boobs for a few seconds driving intense sensations through me causing my pussy to almost explode. He then yanked the short black skirt down, almost ripping it causing it pool around my ankles. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me off the floor and he kicked away the skirt, leaving me in just my lacy white g-string which was glowing brightly under the dark lights. He spun me around and held me tight with one of arms around my naked painted tits, cupping and squeezing them causing me to moan softly. He played with the elastic of the g-string with his other hand, taking his time, teasing me. It was just one song, but it felt like an eternity and by the end I was wound up tighter than an eight day clock. 

*Eric (Kissing my neck and whispering into my ear) – “Should I rip those panties off you, slut?”*

I just moaned silently, unable to even comprehend his question. The rhythmic pulsing beats of music, the darkened dance floor and the glowing fluorescent paint everywhere, his overpowering masculine animalistic energy, my wanton lust was making me dizzy. He had not even touched me and my body was already his slave. I would even let him fuck me right there if he wanted. I frantically rubbed my ass against him. He continued to play with the elastic waiting for an answer. 

*Eric – “I need an answer, slut.”*

*Me – “Yes….Yes…. (Pausing before adding) Please.”*

Eric put his fingers on both sides of the elastic and ripped the flimsy elastic and pulled the soaked g-string off me leaving me completely naked on the darkened dance floor. He fisted a handful of my hair and yanked me back, bending me backwards, causing me to thrust my boobs out, his huge frame looming over me and held my face tight as he reached over from behind me and hungrily licked and kissed my face. He assertively dragged me off the dance floor back to our table and threw my naked body on the couch. I was trembling with fear and excitement as it seemed like he would take me right there. He drank straight from the champagne bottle as I could see the untamed lust in his eyes as he ogled at my naked painted body. His phone rang. I had a feeling it was Dan and wondered if he will pick up. He picked it up.

*Eric (Slurring heavily while talking on the phone) – “Hey… Yes I had called a while back. My boss and I are at this night club…. just celebrating finishing my project… She reserved a table and we still have lots of booze. Want to join? Cool…. (Gives address).. See you in 20 minutes.”*

To be continued….

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