Hi y’all! First time poster, be kind!
He was a line cook, I was server, can I make it any more obvious?
At the end of a busy night, he was done cleaning the kitchen, and I was rolling silver when the text popped up on my screen-
Wanna fuck?
We’re not the romantic type. I bite my lip. I want it but I have to be difficult. I reply-
Idk. Can you make my mascara run?
I wrap up my last side work, and then see that I have a text that says-
Brat. Come over.
His place is within walking distance, so I punch out and head over. I don’t knock, just come flying through the door to flop on the couch and rip off my work clothes. He’s sitting in a chair, watching me with a smirk. He’s literally twice my age, covered in ink, with calloused hands that drive me crazy.
“Come here,” he orders, exhaling a cloud from his joint. I obey, loving his eyes on my underwear-clad body. I’m tall, curvy, 24, with thick legs covered in brightly colored tattoos and obnoxiously dyed hair. I grab his joint and take a long drag. His hands slide up my thigh to my hip. I set the joint down, and he pushes me down onto my knees. I just look at him with my blue eyes all big and innocent. He slaps me. My pussy twitches in anticipation and I pull out his cock, already hard and waiting. I lick up his shaft, twirl my tongue around his head, and then give his balls some attention. “Good girl,” he tells me.
I try to slide him all the way down my throat, but stop a little short. This must irritate him, because he shoves my down. I moan/whimper in desire. This he likes, so he gets rougher, fully fucking my face while I gag around him, feeling the rush of spit down my face and around his cock. He slaps me again, because he knows I like it. Finally, he stops and says, “ride it.” I slide my panties to the floor slowly, wanting him to watch as I bent over. I’m sure he could see how glisteningly wet I am. I position myself in reverse cowgirl and squeal as his girth slides into my pussy. I roll my hips to take him all in and start bouncing, making sure my ass jiggles like he loves. He smacks the tattoo on my butt and moan, “thank you daddy… Fuck daddy!!” As he starts fingering my asshole. Soon I’m screaming into my first orgasm, grinding my hips in a circle on his cock.
Soon he growls, “bend over something.” I stumble to the arm of his couch, my legs shaking from the orgasm. He chuckles and spanks me, before roughly shoving himself back into me and fucking me so hard I actually shut up for a bit. That is, until orgasm number two hits, then I’m shrieking and he moans “fuck, I’m gonna cum.” By now my juices are running down my thighs. He yanks my head back by the hair, and I feel him twitch inside my tight pussy, pumping me full of cum. I rock my hips back to take every drop, mewling like a kitten. He gives me one last smack on the ass before getting dressed.
We chat while I grab a some Kleenex and reach for my car keys in my purse. They aren’t there. I start to panic, I live a good twenty minutes away, and there aren’t Ubers in this area. I frantically tear into my purse, but the keys have vanished. He notices that I’m upset and to my surprise, puts his hand on my shoulder and softly says, “hey, woah. They’re just at the restaurant. I’ll walk back with you and help you look.” It wasn’t ideal to go back to work, where the manager was wrapping up for the night, looking like I’d just been fucked within an inch of my life, but I didn’t see another choice. While we walked, he told me I could crash with him if I needed, and after my keys weren’t inside, he searched the dumpster for me and even broke into my car (apparently he did time for that for that in 90s, which was so hot I had to thank him for his help of course). In the end, I was stuck with him for three days, which we definitely took advantage of. I was so surprised by his sweet response that I thought it would fit the contest theme!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mlc49o/facefucked_by_my_coworker_mf_wholesome_at_the_end
Did you ever find your keys tho?!