How I went from innocent girl to office slut [FM]

This was a really long, slow building process so sorry if this is super long! But the buildup was honestly the hottest part lol so if you’re not into that just skip down 😇

I’m early 20’s and just started a modest but nice office job, nothing crazy exciting. I’ve only ever been with two wholesome guys in my life, so I’m pretty inexperienced and never really played the field in college. I moved far down south for work and had to leave my friends behind so I was really open to getting to know people here. From the start everyone was super nice to me and really helped me feel welcome, it was so sweet!

But there was one guy. One guy who acted a little different. I guess as a girl you pick up on these things quickly. He was your typical player; tall, dark haired, and had these deep, striking eyes. He was in his late thirties, married, and a superior to me. It was subtle things that were fairly deniable as just being nice at first. He would go out of his way to explain things to me, and come see me during the day for questions he should certainly know the answer to. He would stand far too close to me whenever no one else was around, sometimes we would be touching shoulders. He would gently tap my leg or my hand to emphasize a point. And whenever I looked somewhere else, I could see his eyes fall to my chest in my periphery.

At first I was pretty annoyed actually. It’s one thing to have an attraction but this was so blatant to almost be insulting. Does he really think I don’t notice him staring at my cleavage right in front of my face? Does he think I don’t know he wants to show me the “cool fridge on the 3rd floor” just so he can take me to the most secluded area in the building and brush up against me along the way? And he would flash this cheesy grin at me when he asked. Like he knew he was being obvious but he also knew I would play into it. And he was right.

I didn’t hide my annoyance at his antics and I think the chase drove him to push harder. He started introducing sexual topics to the conversation to test the waters. He would tell me how his wife hasn’t put out in so long, or playfully put his hands over my ears when he tells a coworker about some hot girl he saw that morning. Then he would make fun of how red I got. We developed a cute antagonistic friendship.

Something about being pursued so relentlessly just undeniably turned me on. I didn’t expect it but I started to get nervous around him, knowing he was watching my every move. Every little touch of guiding me into a room by my back or squeezing my arm casually was making my heart race. I was humiliated at how I was falling for the most simple flirty gestures, but it would make me so horny the way he just boldly grabbed me like I was his, right in public view. I was starting to get off on the attention he gave me, no guy had ever treated me like that before. This went on for months and the slow burn was making me obsessive. I’ve never been teased like that for so long without someone making a real move on me and I developed a deep need just wanting to feel more of his large, rough hands on me. His nonchalant but domineering nature was so alluring I couldn’t help myself.

The time came where we had to work together all day on this difficult project. This particular software was my specialty but he said he wanted to sit in so he could learn how to do it too. It’s a really demanding program so we have a tricked out computer to do it on in a very conveniently separated room. I was already getting excited about spending the day with him and dressed nicely, wearing a skin-tight long sleeve shirt that accentuated my small waist and full breasts. I wore a thinner bra so my nipples were just barely visible, especially in the chilled room. My grey slacks hugged my ass in a way that made me feel like an IG model. We said our good mornings then settled in for work. Things went smoothly for some time while I showed him the basics.

As we got deeper into the work he inched closer to me to get a better look at the screen. By now his knee was just barely touching mine and that alone was starting a fire in me. He would focus intensely on the screen but then rest his arm around my chair, not touching me but hovering close enough to make my hair stand on end. While he asks me to scroll down he slides one finger down my shoulder slowly, tickling my skin. While I’m typing and he thinks my eyes are focused, I can see him gazing at my hard nipples, which was only increasing my arousal. We spend a lot of time trying to figure out some particular analysis and finally I get it to work properly. He gets really excited and grabs my right thigh to squeeze with both hands, his left hand just an inch away from my already slick pussy. He then says “sorry, I should keep my hands to myself haha.” I’m too busy recovering from my spike in heart rate to say anything, I just smile. He knows he has me.

By this point I’m too horny to focus much anymore. My cheeks and lips are flushed, my nipples are hard and so sensitive, and I’m subconsciously grinding my pussy into my seat just to keep my hands on the keyboard. Foreplay so far in my life has meant 5 minutes of kissing before sex and this was just unbearable. The sustained intimacy, teasing touches, and flirty stares sent me to another level of desire. And being in such a pathetic state for this sleazy guy was just embarrassing and turning me on so much more. Eventually he takes a finger and gently draws it down the inside of my forearm, then comes back up to my elbow, looking at me with a spark in his eyes. I clam up and just freeze, turning bright red and unable to look him in the eye. He asks me what’s wrong and I just smile shyly, my heart beating so hard I can hear it. His other hand skillfully grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head up, exposing my neck and turning my mind absolutely blank with lust. My mouth pops open with a small gasp and he brings a few light fingers from my chin to my jawline and down my neck. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about doing this?” I finally look at him, wishing I could say something but just feeling completely overwhelmed. He pulls my head back farther and traces his nose from my collarbone to my jaw, finally stopping to leave a soft wet kiss underneath. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him deeply in that moment but his grip on my hair held firm. He slid a hand up my shirt and began feeling the outline of my bra, staring at my chest and glancing up into my eyes every now and then to check if I was okay. I knew I was being weirdly quiet but I was so stunned I had no idea what to do.

Finally he released my hair and placed his large hand on my waist, pulling me up out of my chair and into him, still sitting down and with his legs spread so I could slot right between. I felt with my thigh a hard bulge in his jeans already. He lifted my shirt and popped my breasts out above my bra, groping them now in earnest. With one hand on my back he held me in close while he grabbed a breast with the other and lightly wrapped his lips around my nipple. Finally the pressure gives and I let out a surprised, quiet moan, which he responds to with a deep moan and a tight squeeze of his hands. The hand on my breast travels down my stomach and straight over my aching pussy sending off fireworks in my head, even over my thin pants. He alternates between light tracing between my legs and a deep, firm rub right where I need it, feeling the incredible heat radiating off my core and pausing slightly to feel my hard clit. I can’t even think about anything anymore, I’m moaning probably louder than I should and gripping his shoulders hard with shaking hands, just riding his hand desperately.

Eventually he stands up and turns to lock the door. He motions me closer with his hands on his belt and I walk over and get on my knees. Oddly, I finally feel in control of the situation, doing something I’m actually familiar with. He pops his cock out and I spend a moment to stare at it in awe and look up at him excitedly. It’s uncut, incredibly hard and already slightly wet with precum. I grab the base and lift it to take his balls in my mouth and his eyebrows furrow. Feeling more confident, I give a wet lick from the base to the tip and swirl my tongue around the head. I use my full lips to gently expose the head and slowly take him in completely. I slide him all the way out and back in as I use my hands to play with his balls. He reaches down to grab my hair again and face fuck me and my eyes roll back in my head, loving the way he controls me. I’m drooling all over him and grabbing his thighs for stability. He fucks my mouth slow but forcefully while I press my wet tongue tight to his shaft and lock my lips over him. His breathing quickens and pace becomes erratic as he shoves his cock completely down my throat and comes hard, while I’m forced to swallow every drop. When he’s done I sit there looking a bit ravaged with drool all over my face. He grabs some nearby napkins and sweetly cleans up my face, telling me how amazing that was while I staggeringly tell him the same.

We dress ourselves and clean everything up for the night. Eventually, this becomes a bit of a routine. The public touches are less frequent but more risky, like grabbing my ass or sliding a hand down the front of my shirt. He still loves to just tease me and deny me most days, enjoying how crazy I get. But whenever he wants he comes slyly into my office to demand I show him my breasts or brings me to blow my mind in some closet or random bathroom. I’ve become so desperate for it I stop doing whatever’s going on and come immediately to fulfill whatever desire he has. I feel like I’ve been brainwashed to be his little office slut.. and I love it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sy00ij/how_i_went_from_innocent_girl_to_office_slut_fm