That time I [f]ucked [m]y older coworker

So, I posted this yesterday and got some early feedback that made me decide to take it down and try again. I cut out a whole lot of the story in the interest of getting to the good parts but I realize now that it detracts from it. Plus, I didn’t want to give myself away, but whatever. So thank you for the feedback, I should have trusted my instincts from the start. Thanks for all the kind comments in my first post, which is here. I used to want to be a writer and while all the comments about how you got off to my story were great, I admit the compliments on my writing made my fucking day. Thanks!

All of that happened on a Friday, so I got to spend the entire weekend thinking about it. There was a big part of me that felt like a terrible person. I'm trying to not harp on this part of the story but its true. I didn't have a boyfriend, so its not like I'm the one who cheated but I still felt like an asshole. So, I was vaccilitating between feeling horny and guilty. It was, without question, the best sexual experience of my life at that point. Sucking his cock hadn't taken the edge off remotely. If anything I wanted to fuck hiim more than I did before.

I guess I should go back and explain a couple things. There were lots of reasons why I was so attracted to Mark. He was incredibly fucking hot, respectful, funny, very straightforward, fair. He was this thouroughly decent guy. I was pretty crazy about him and I think he probably felt the same way about me. I don’t mean in a purely sexual way, although I had never felt anything like that for anyone before. Listen, I know that's a super cheesy thing to say. I do. It was like he had a cheat code. When he touched me my body immediately went to level 5. To this day I have never cum so fast as I did with him. I've had more orgasms per session and I've had better ones, but never quicker.

So, I had started doing some things for his department way before anything happened, little shit like running automated scripts and doing these FTP uploads. Nothing too serious or anything that required a lot of brain power. No one else wanted to do the small bitch work, so Mark would volunteer me and he would always, always say “Have gwstaa do it. She’s smart, she can learn.” It was the way he was so matter of fact about it that was flattering. I wasn't hearing about how smart I was from men all that often at that age, much less having it be said so casually, like everyone had a meeting last week and agreed on it. If I ever told him that I was confused on something or wasn't sure, he’d walk me through it and tell me that I was making things too hard on myself. It felt good to hear stuff like that from a person I had a lot of respect for. (And yes, I would have respected him even if I didn't want to fuck him.)

When we got back to work on Monday, things were awkward. He said hello but that was it. He was so good at acting like nothing was wrong. I was actually pretty upset with him at that point. As much as he was a guy who made me feel competent and capable, he sure was doing a great job at making me feel like a stupid little girl. I didn't want to let on, though, since he was being so nonchalant about it. I wanted to save face, so I buried it and pretended, too. At one point in the day, we made eye contact and I have him a sarcastic little wave. He looked sheepish but didn't say anything.

He always stayed later than me, so I was pretty surprised to see him come walking out the doors just a minute or so after I left for the day. I saw that he was headed in my direction and I waited for him. He stopped at my car and knocked once on the window. I rolled it down and he told me to meet him at the gas station down the street.

I was shaking the whole way there. My hands were trembling on the wheel and I honestly couldn’t tell if I wanted him to call it off or to pursue it further. I was jumpy and I thought my pulse was going to break through my skin.

He got in my car and told me that whatever was happening between us couldn’t happen. He was very attracted to me and had been struggling with it for a while now. He said that he was sorry, it was a moment of weakness and that he was happy with his wife. I just sat there and tried not to cry. I was expecting him to say it and was super upset with myself for caring so much. He was so nice about it; it made me mad.

He talked some more about how great I was, how I had a bright future. He probably said the word complicated ten times. I sat there and got more angry. It was better than getting upset. I let him say his piece and told him that he made me feel used and how that was so shitty because I always thought he saw me as more than some young piece of ass.

That must have made him mad because he tried to turn everything around on me. He told me that I had plenty of opportunity elsewhere and that I shouldn't have made myself available to him.

I scoffed at that and tried to call bullshit. I said that I had never made any moves on him. That I hadn't said anything inappropriate to him, hadn't even touched him, in fact.

He sat there, fuming. Then he reached over and moved my head, forcing me to look at him.

“You didn't have to say anything.” He was terse, angry, “Quit acting so innocent. You've wanted this for a long time.” He started running his hand up and down my neck so, so lightly. I felt it through my whole body. My nipples tightened and went hard and I felt my pussy get wet.

That was pretty much all it took to prove him right and we both knew it. “I see the way you look at me. I swear I can smell your pussy half the time. I know exactly how long you've wanted to fuck me. Were you even trying to hide it?”

I didn't say anything because of course I'd been trying to hide it. It was embarassing that he saw through me that easiily.

“You are an amazing girl. Believe me, I want to fuck you, too.” He stopped playing with my neck and took my hand and put it on his crotch. He was hard. I rubbed him up and down a few times but he caught my wrist and made me stop.

He turned around, facing the front and took a few deep breaths. I was squirming in my seat, squeezing my thighs, looking for any form of relief. I was so fucking worked up by then that the only thing stopping me from undoing his pants and shoving his cock in my mouth was that we were in a gas station parking lot. There were too many people around.

“Mark…” I almost cringed at how desperate it sounded. I was helpless. I was so aroused that I'm sure I coud have cum with the barest effort from him.

His breathing was uneven and he didn't answer me for a few beats. “Jesus Christ.” He looked over again. “Where were you 15 years ago? Why don't you have a boyfriend?”

He got out the car and I just sat there, literally panting. I see him move his car to the hotel parking lot adjacent to the gas station. He got out, clicked the lock and came back to my vehicle. “Can we go to your place?”

“I live with my parents. That could be weird.” That's when I knew we were going to fuck.

“We can go to my place.”

“What about your-”

“She's out of town.” He didn't offer more information.

He told me to drive and directed me to his house. I was so excited I was almost numb. I couldn't take a full breath, everything felt magnified by ten.

He made me park one street over, which reminded me that I was being a scumbag. That didn't outweigh the deep throb I felt in my pussy and I shoved it to the back of my mind.

We got into his house and things got heated fast. Before I knew it I was topless and laying prone on the couch. He kissed his way down my neck, his fingers plucking at my breasts, making me gasp.

He laid on top of me and I could feel his dick pressing against my stomach. He moved lower and started flicking his tongue on my nipple and I felt a white hot streak of pleasure go straight to my pussy. I was on the verge of cumming and I think he sensed it. He removed his mouth and kissed me again as he undid the zip of my pants and pushed them past my hips.

I was soaking wet and he noticed when he reached into my panties and started rubbing my clit. If felt fucking incredible and I was on the edge once again. I was making these breathy, desperate gasps. I wanted to cum so badly.

He stopped rubbing me and I thrusted my dripping pussy against his hand in protest. “What do you want?”

I didn't hesitate. “Your cock.”

I sat up and pulled off his shirt as he undid his belt and disposed of his boxers. I grabbed his dick and he was hard enough to cut a diamond. I gave it a couple of hard sucks and looked up at him. He pushed me back down on the couch and grabbed himself.

“Are you on the pill?”

I nodded that I was.

He lined his cock up to my pussy and I thought he was going to start pounding me but he did something even better. He rubbed the head of his dick against my clit in slow circles, occasionally just barely slipping in my cunt, sliding back out again. It didn't take long for me to cum hard and I felt him push inside me, completely raw, as I shook and clenched around him. I had never cum while being penetrated and it felt unbelievable. I could feel myself flexing around his hard cock.

“Holy fucking shit you are tight.” He was still pushing himself all the way in and had a grimace on his face. “How many times have you done this?”

I confessed that I had only had sex with two guys. He groaned as he finally got balls deep in my pussy.”Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Its so fucking good.” He started pumping into me, fucking me in earnest.

I could feel him in my throat and the sound of our skin slapping together made me even more desperate for his cock. He kept on telling me how sweet and tight my little pussy was. How I was a good girl who liked to be fucked hard. He told me that every guy in the department wanted to fuck me but it was his cock in my slit. It was weird because he was so laid back and professional but goddamn, he knew how to talk dirty.

He reached down in between us and started rubbing my clit again, begging me to cum on his dick. “Come for me. Ahh, god, I”m gonna fuck this pussy until you come all over my cock.”

After a few moments, I was more than willing to oblige him. I broke apart and he let out a deep groan, “Oh, fuuuuuck. You are gonna kill me.” He slowed down, pumping in and out of me lazily.

I laid there for a moment and let him fuck me as I gathered myself. After a bit, I pushed him off and leaned over the side of the couch. I presented my snatch to him, thrusting it up for him to take me from behind. Again, he had a much better idea. He came over and buried his face in my hole, licking me up and down a few times before focusing in on my clit. As I got closer to another orgasm, he stopped eating me out and resumed rubbing me.

“I want to watch your pussy cum.” I don' t know if I have ever heard anything hotter than that since. I was almost there for the third time. He flicked my clit and held me open to him until I shuddered and twitched again. The pulsating began to subside and he pushed one finger in and out of me slowly and groaned.

He let me go, pushed my shoulders down and started fucking me again, hard. I could tell that he was satisfied that I had been pleasured and was focused on getting his own nut off.

He was pounding me relentlessly, my face was smashed into the arm of the couch but it didn't matter. All I wanted was his dick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He said with each thrust until he jerked and let out a harsh, guttural moan. I felt his hot cum fill up my pussy and nearly came again. He stayed inside me for a bit, grabbing handfuls of my ass and catching his breath. He slipped out and I felt his cum leaking down my leg. I tried to get dressed but he pulled me back down.

“You are crazy if you think you are leaving here before I fuck you again.”

Well, I defintely wasn't crazy!

We fucked like rabbits for about 2-3 weeks. I didn't fool myself into thinking that what we had was something that would last. Shit that intense can only burn out. Mark actually offered me a job in his department, which he swore was in the works before he even touched me. I made the decision to move out of state and quit my job pretty soon after the first time we had sex. I had been toying with the idea of moving and I am grateful to him in a way because it was the best thing I ever did. I met my awesome, dead sexy husband soon after I moved and built a nice life for myself.

I think if I had stayed things would have blown up in our faces. I still feel badly for his wife. I have been thinking about her a lot lately. This all happened over 10 years ago and now I am the wife to a hot older guy who is funny and smart and decent. I have experienced first hand how happy men can cheat and it scares the shit out of me. I would never ever tell my husband this in a million years, but if I found out he did something similar to me…I would think, “Well, I did have it coming.”

I haven't talked to Mark since I left and feel no desire to do so now. I hope he has had a good life and is doing well.

And that's about it!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3acfhr/that_time_i_fucked_my_older_coworker