I had no expectations after my relationship ended this past spring. It was on it’s last legs for sometime and was looking just to be happy and alone. In that relationship, the sex was…*bland*…think vanilla…and then add **more** vanilla. There were a lot of things I liked that my then girlfriend didn’t like and well that should tell you everything…
Summer brought a lot of change in my role at work. It happened to be right around the time we hired a bunch of new staff as well.
That’s when I noticed her.
She turned heads and gave neck cramps to all the men at work.
Standing at a fit 5’6, her medium length, chestnut hair mixed with soft blonde streaks gave her a “insta” model look. Accompanied by her unblemished delicate light caramel tanned skin, this bright brown eye girl and her bow-shaped lips were the talk of the town amongst us guys.
She knew she was a hot little thing too. The way she wore these crop tops to work, accentuating her small frame and petite shoulders. What’s that? Matching jean shorts? I wonder if she’s wearing any panties under there…I made a comment once as she was leaving, a really outlandish, ‘Ohhhhh myyyyy look at you!” comment. She peaked over her shoulder and let out a playful smile, but not fully giving away her elated mood.
In all honesty, I didn’t think I had a chance. I wasn’t really even looking to try anything.
In my mind, I felt she may be out of my league.
After all the blandness that I went through in my last relationship, there wasn’t an urgent need to jump back into the dating scene either. I was comfortable just admiring from a far…
*but ain’t no point on sitting on the bench if you’re not ready to play,* you know?
So I occasionally tested the conversational waters with her.
Luck behold, she took a liking to me.
`Now there were rumor’s she was married…`
`Hindsight is always 20/20, but I felt I did my due diligences and asked straight up if she was married during a candid conversation.`
`She downright played it off as having` *been* `married, but is no longer.`
`WELP! That’s all I needed to hear….ALL ABOARD!!!`
We kept in contact through texting when we weren’t working. I got to know her a little better with that. Likes dislikes, the conversation always got into the sexual side of things but never out of hand, nor dirty talk. Just simple sexual exploration with a nude sent here or there.
In the back of my head I reminded myself, *”Don’t shit where you eat”,* as I had done so in the past and it ended up in the dumps for it. But I also played with the fact that she was on contract with my company. There was a good chance she may not get re-newed and thus, I won’t have to deal with working with her. I rolled the dice and kept on the path.
Then There was this one night….
A few of us decided to go out after work for drinks. As it happened, she and I were the first people at this bar.
She wore this get up, the same ensemble that I once commented on as being “sexy”.
This sleek red Spanish crop top with frilly arms, revealing her nimble shoulders and toned mid section. Her legs went from here to ya-ya; again in the same acid wash jean skirt. She wore these cork white heels that made her calves rounded and toned when she walked. Paired with the sun beaming directly on her, she became the center of attention for all men at the bar and I just happened to be sitting with her.
Being alone with her for the first time, I decided to take advantage in getting to explore more of the things we talked about in our texts. Subtle sexual cues, suggestive and playful ideas. Things were moving fast and in the right direction. We weren’t getting drunk; not yet, but the social lubricant of beer and cocktails along with our shared curious nature made the transition from one sexy topic to the next effortless.
Fast Forward…
The rest of the crew arrive and they have some catching up to do.
Us on the other hand…we are getting a little …***.brazen?***
She gingerly made her way back from the bathroom with a female coworker. (Both smack their lips, I wonder if they were kissing in the bathroom… ***confirmed they totally did***)
and off the cuff, initiates contact by placing her hand on my knee.
I schooch in closer with the chair and suddenly her hand is on my inner thigh and moving back and forth. I wait for a moment…
I schooch in more and lean in and she begins rubbing my cock through my pants.
The others at the table are unaware of what’s happening. It feels risky, but it turning us both on.
I figure what the hell, we’re here on this patio, I’m tipsy, getting a rubdown under the table, lemme return the favor!
Our arms cross under the table, reaching for each others parts.
I can tell from the corner of my eyes that she is looking at me while I talk to others gauging my expressions as her hands feels the outline of my cock.
Things now look a little bit more obvious, esp. to a female co-worker sitting next to us. She has a direct line of sight to where my hands are. I’m fully having a conversation with a male coworker, while rubbing her clit through her skirt. I can feel the warmth of her pussy through the denim. I can feel her panties rubbing against her wet lips, sapping up on the fabric, *Ohhhh I must have that pair…*
She adjusts her seating preferences and pulls her skirt a little to the side revealing her red laced Victoria secrets panties and guides my hands closer to her pussy.
The patio still has people all around and yet I don’t really focus on them. They are there, but they do not matter. It’s all so surreal.
She’s wet, I’m wet, things are escalating nicely.
With the night still young, but our time is still going hot, we decided to quit on the crew and silently agree amongst ourselves to head back to my place.
We pay up and her attention towards me has become much more evident to our work colleagues. We barely make it around the corner before she pounces on me like a drunken college girl on spring break. Half the walk to my place was heavy making out and grabbing! It was intense.
*Now I won’t give all the details during our sexual romp that night, maybe one day, but I will say the entire experience blew my mind. I forgot how sexually deprived I had been in my vanilla former relationship.*
*But this girl, she was good for just about anything.*
There I am, standing in the doorway to my room, while she is submissively is on her knees, looking up at me with those glazed brown eyes, watering ever so slightly as she tries to shove my entire cock in her mouth. Her bouncy pear shaped breasts giggle with every movement her lips make on my cock.
I have my right hand slide through her hair as I grab the back of her head and shove her deeper and deeper into my thrusts. She pulls off and allows some spit to run down her chin and onto her perky breasts. She takes a deep breath and goes back for more.
My thick hard cock is hitting the back of her throat, I hear the saliva making that wonderful squishy noise every time she sucks and swirls her tongue on the tip of my cock. She gags in-between, but never stops, the salvia flowing all over my cock and down her face onto her breasts.
I want more, I need more. The aggressive nature in me which has already been unleashed takes her head with both my hands and I began to fuck her mouth. She aims to please. Wiggling her head back and forth to shove every inch into that small tight wet mouth…
and just like that she pulls off and pukes on my cock and over herself.
*Whoa*
She has this look on her face….batting her eye lashes like a Lolita; alluring, mixed with submissiveness, catching her breath waiting for a reaction from me, she wipes her chin and I’m in a world where I belong. I am turned on to the max and get her back on my cock, wanting her to gag again and force up the beer and mushed up bar fries all over my cock and herself….The night was still young…
Memories…
`We hooked up once after but she made it clear she wanted something serious. I wasn’t ready to commit having just left a relationship two months prior. Once I made those intentions clear, we agreed not to have sex anymore. Her contract was up with the company at summers end and she eventually ghosted me one day out of the blue.`
`Months later I would find out by mistake that she was married this entire time. I confronted her about her and she claimed she was going through a rough time and wished to cease contact. The husband knows as she told him. I don’t get it and the more I find out, the less it makes sense, but since then I’ve had this deep fetish for gag and puking porn. I guess I’ll thank her for that.`
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kh888y/im34_got_addicted_to_gagging_porn_after_sleeping
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