Before I start my story, I want to thank everyone who sends positive comments and messages. This outlet has been a fun way to express my newly found freedoms. Those who haven’t read them can check my post history. Anyway, this isn’t what you’re here for so onto the story.
Since becoming FWB with Steven, things started to finally fall into place with me. I had companion ship, sex, but didn’t feel trapped. I could dress how I want, talk to who I want, and be my own person. I’ve been able to experience a freedom I hadn’t in years.
When I left my ex, I had nothing. A cheap Tracfone and an older laptop were my means of communication (and picture taking). The lease for the apartment I shared with my ex ended at the end of October. He doesn’t work, the management company refused to take my name off the lease, and so I was stuck paying for it.
We went on Halloween to check for any signs of anything of mine, turn in the key, and ensure he didn’t forge my name on a lease renewal before going to activate the relatively modern phones we bought off Amazon and start a family plan because cheaper.
It was a whirlwind of activity. Steven’s house went on the market and we flew last weekend to our soon-to-be new town to house hunt, for Steven to lay roots in the new facility before it opened and start conducting interviews, and even I lucked out and got some interviews for this week. Thanks, teacher shortage.
The only people I told about my exit were my dad (who was sworn to secrecy) and my admin when giving notice that I’d be resigning at Christmas break and that I’d need a week off. But it wasn’t until we arrived at the Air BnB his company booked that we breathed a sigh of relief. Even if it was short lived due to my stepsister blowing up his phone when she caught wind.
One can only spend so much time browsing Reddit, though, in an office furnished with what appears to be hotel rejects before growing bored. Steven was on a video call when I crawled under the “desk” and pulled his cock out of his pants. By gentle twists and strokes, and tongue teasing on the tip, Steven began to grow hard in my hands. As my mouth covered him, he squirmed a bit in his chair.
Steven became fully erect in my mouth, and my hand returned to gently tease his saliva coated skin as I licked and sucked. My hand twisted with each stroke until his hand was on the back of my head, pushing my mouth further on his dick. I struggled taking him deep inside my mouth. As he guided my head up and down across his length.
He only released me when he began to speak, and I tried to cover my cough and moved back to love seat. I hiked up my skirt [so my panties were in clear view of him](https://www.reddit.com/user/beccacait/comments/yqwi3b/panty_peek/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&utm_term=link) and spaced out thinking of him fucking me.
I felt my panties move to the side and his dick brush against my bare ass. Breaking from my thoughts, I turned and leaned over the back of the chair, presenting my waiting pussy. Slowly, I felt him slide into me as a gasp escaped my lips. His balls slapped against my clit and I moaned as he began to push himself in and out of me. His fingers rubbed my clit, mimicking the speed of his cock repeatedly filling my body. My moans echoed throughout the empty hallways of the building before I screamed his name and collapsed in orgasm on the chair.
Steven pulled me to him and removed my top as we kissed with unbridled passion. He started to pick me up, but I put my finger up, asking him to wait, as I grabbed a tube from my purse. He carried me to the table acting as a desk and laid me back before entering my body once more. I gripped the edge of the table as he pounded into me. My hips bucked to meet his and I felt my tits bouncing with each motion.
Our gaze met briefly before he took a nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue and gentle nibbles. Without even getting into my ex, none of my previous partners had toyed with my tits or nips so I had no idea how sensitive and erogenuous they were. My back arched from the sensations he sent through my body.
Moaning and writhing on the table, my slender fingers swirled around my clit. Steven was fucking me hard, our bodies crashing together. I began to scream out with each wave of passion we rode until I felt myself grip the dick sliding into me.
I slid the tube to Steven, and leaned over on the desk. No words were exchanged, but I soon felt the coolness of the lube on my ass. It would be the first time I let him fuck me in the ass and as I heard him cover his shaft, I waited with mounting excitement. I felt the pressure of him against my asshole before he pushed in.
Slowly and gently, Steven’s cock stretched my insides. A sudden orgasm swept me as he buried himself completely inside of me. Slowly he thrust himself into my as my body adjusted to accept him. Encouraged by my moans, Steven began to pick up speed while grabbing my hips and pulling me into him.
I heard him grunt as his cock left my body and warm cum shot across my back. I fell face first onto the table, panting as he walked away. Moments later, he returned to wipe his seed from my back and returned to work.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yqwioz/empty_office_filled_holes
Great read! Following for more. Definitely have to take care of myself now. Thank you
Wow—I’m so impressed by you and Steven lifting yourselves out of your unpleasant situations, and embarking on a new adventure, free of the drama. Your story is heartwarming and uplifting, and I wish for you both health and happiness going forward, regardless of how your future relationship develops.
Having said that, it might be petty, but I love that the step-sister was left “unhappy”. My story has similarities to Steven’s. In the last year and a half of our marriage, my ex-wife treated me in a similar manner as the stepsister did to Steven. It was such a relief when she moved out of the house, and our daughters and I were able to finally have a loving, drama-free household (at least until their teens).
My ex didn’t react well when I started dating on the two weekends a month that she had the girls. She really didn’t react well on the Sunday morning when I was at my date’s condo, and refused to pickup her call. She was furious when I finally tossed my iPhone on the carpet because it was making so much noise vibrating on the bedside table and I accidentally accepted the call as I tossed it onto the carpet. She got to listen to several minutes of intimacy.
Part of me would love to know what the stepsister said to Steven’s voicemail. Again, I know it’s petty, but it still feels like justice that she’s the unhappy person at the end.