Even though I generally have great success identifying women who ache to be sluts, occasionally, I can’t quite get a read on someone and in those cases, it is best to not guess. Take for instance Katherine, she was an attractive brunette who was in my graduate degree cohort. We didn’t sit near each other, but early on it was clear she had a very high opinion of herself and her looks. She came across as kind of bitchy and loved to talk about how her husband brewed his own beer and that her son was a great baseball player (he was 8). I viewed her as someone who ran around with her sorority sisters and got a lot of attention because of the guy to girl ratios at frat parties. Our class would hang out in the hallway during breaks and she would make herself the center of attention and barely acknowledge my existence. I wasn’t really into her but was confused by her confidence.
Jump ahead 5 years, she has started working in an organization that I had been hired to do some consulting for. They were having a lot of trouble recruiting and retaining staff and so I interviewed staff and executives to identify what they might need to do differently. She oversaw a department of about fifteen. When I met with Katherine, the first thing I noticed was that she had gotten a boob job. She might have been a B and now she was a D. In her interview she acted like we had been friends for years. She then went on and discussed how she expected me to hear great things about her team because she really focused on culture and making sure people feel valued. However, once I spoke with her team, I heard tales of her being vindictive and moody. After interviewing people all day, I would stay and write up the notes from the interviews. The next week, when I was leaving for the day Katherine saw me and asked me to come in and chat with her. She asked if I had heard good things from her direct reports. I told her that I wasn’t at liberty to talk about specifics, but that there were varying opinions on the culture and work environment. She asked me to tell her who wasn’t happy, and I clearly repeated that I was not going to tell her. She said she understood, and I left. She later messaged me on FB messenger and apologized for pushing me to give her names. I was still a little pissed and so I said that I appreciated her saying that and then said that it would take someone a lot sexier if I was going to ruin my professional reputation. I thought she would get pissed and we wouldn’t talk anymore, but instead she told me that she knew her looks weren’t great, but she was hoping to get more attention with her enhanced breasts. Then she said that guys usually get past any issues they have with me when they find out I have no limits in bed. I told her that I wasn’t sure I believed her, because she seemed a little uptight to me. She said that maybe she would have to prove me wrong.
At the conclusion of my work, I shared my findings with the executive group and debriefed with the CFO. On my way out, I dropped in and told her it was nice to see her. She asked if she could buy me a drink. I told her that I was planning on heading home, but she insisted. I told her one drink, but that was it. I grabbed my car and picked her up to go get the drink. On the way she leaned over and started rubbing my cock. I told her that she needed to slow down, I knew she was married. Katherine told me her husband travels and that she knows he plays and that he expected she did too. Based on that info, I immediately detoured and pulled off into a parking garage. I parked and grabbed her by the hair and kissed her rough like I didn’t care what she wanted. Then I asked if she was willing to prove she had no limits. She said she would blow my mind. I took that as a challenge, I immediately took my cock out. It was already hard because I liked the idea of using her for one night, especially since in the past I thought she kind of blew me off. I grabbed her head and made her deep throat me while I leaned back my seat. I must give her credit; she took every inch and while I held her head down, she took it until she gagged. She looked up and said she loved it rough. So, I pushed her down on my cock again and again until her eyes watered, and I had deposited my cum down her throat.
I told her I would take her back to her car, but she offered to get a hotel room and prove to me that I could have her any way I wanted. Well who was I to turn down an offer like that, so I agreed. We went to a hotel downtown, and checked in. We walked in the door and I told her to get naked and to let me look at her. While I don’t mind fake breasts, I always prefer natural. However, I did approve of the fact that she was completely shaved. I sat in a chair and stay clothed and I had her lay on the bed and listen to me tell her how I wanted her to finger herself and grind her clit. I talked to her in the filthiest way I could and made her feel like she had a lot to prove. I stood up and showed her how deep and rough I could finger fuck her, before taking my pants down and making her gag on it again. At that point, I stood on the edge of the bed and told her to guide my cock to her slit, when I felt her wetness, I grabbed her hips and drove my cock into her deep. She moaned and I put my arms under her knees and grabbed her wrists and proceeded to fuck her as deep and as hard as I could. The slapping sound was loud with a clean-shaven pussy and since I had cum once my stamina was great for round two. I fucked her doggy and then let her finish by riding my cock. She never wavered and had the same energy for the whole session. She came when I was standing, and again while riding me, but she never stopped bouncing and grinding my cock. She was insatiable, and then she got off and started sucking me and begging me to cum in her mouth again. When I did, she took every drop and kept sucking my cock like she wanted to get me hard for another round. I stopped her and told her that she had made her point. We got dressed and I took her back to her car. When I dropped her off, she said I told you I was good in bed. I said, you did, and you are. Then she asked me to tell her who in her group didn’t like her leadership, and I told her that she would never get that info from me. She looked disappointed. I said, “I will tell you one thing, I think you are a better fuck than you are a boss.”
Ladies on Reddit…maybe you have something to prove too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g7m3hn/mf_she_surprised_me_with_her_desire_to_prove_she