A Series of Unfortunate Events – Part 1 – Messing Around With The Receptionist Cost Me My 6-Figure Job [MF]

\This is a two-part story. As usual I’ve indicated the fun parts for you to skip to below

1. You can read the whole thing if you want to.
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What does losing my job and living below a rotting corpse have in common? Me. I’ll tell you about each separately.

So a few years ago, when I was 30, there were a series of unfortunate events in my life. They were double edged of course, good mixed in with the bad, but I would have preferred it without the bad, if you know what I mean.

Event #1 – Losing My Job

I was a fourth year associate attorney at one of the largest law firms in America. I was making really fantastic money at the cost of having no social life. We’re talking 80 hour work weeks here, people.

I hadn’t been in a serious relationship for about 3 years at this point, and hadn’t been on a date in 8 months. Then our receptionist quit.

Two weeks later, I arrive at the office and Olivia is sitting at the front desk. Olivia was ridiculously sexy. Seven years my junior, brunette with olive skin, she usually wore tight pencil skirts that showed off the curves to her hips and heels. She always wore lipstick and had the sweetest dimpled smile. I’m a dude, so I noticed almost immediately her hourglass figure and probably perky 34B breasts. Even sexier than Olivia’s physical appearance though, was her personality.

It could have been just in my imagination, but she quite inexplicably seemed kinda into me. Or I thought she was. Until I saw her phone ring and she said, “oh it’s my boyfriend, sorry!” I guess some women are just really flirtatious.

Months went by and Olivia and I continued to flirt with one another when I would stop by the front desk to get a client or speak to opposing counsel before a mediation. I would often bring her lunch from wherever I ended up going to eat. One day, I brought her some spaghetti from an Italian restaurant by us, and I couldn’t help but notice that her skirt had made its way up her thigh more than was usual. I could see the bottom of a tattoo.

“It’s a flower.” Said a text that popped up in my phone later that day.

“Uh, who is this?” I responded.

“It’s Olivia. Better not ask how I got your number, lol. I noticed you looking, and just thought I’d let you know that it’s a flower.”

“Well I’m gonna get fired.” I thought to myself. But I couldn’t stop myself from typing another response. Indeed that was the beginning of the end for me.

“Pics or fake news.” I wrote.

A picture of Olivia’s thigh then popped up on my phone screen. Her skirt was hiked up even more to show the entire lotus flower tattoo on her front thigh, but that wasn’t all. Olivia hadn’t cropped the photo, because along with the tattoo, I could very clearly see a pair of white lace panties between her legs due to the camera angle.

I closed my office door hoping that she would send more while I adjusted the dragon trying to escape from my pants.

“Nice . . . Tattoo.” I texted. It had to be on purpose.

“Lol. Thanks!” And then our conversation disappointingly stopped.

The next day I walked in the front door. (Note: I could have gone in a side door, but I had become used to seeing our sweet receptionist’s big smile in the mornings.) Olivia was wearing a cute blue top with a belt that pushed out her breasts and her usual pencil skirt with heels.

“I like your top today. I hope it’s ok to compliment you.” I texted.

“Oh, thank you! I love compliments, keep them coming. ;).” She responded moments later.

I sent a smiley emoji back. “Oh, and don’t worry, I deleted your photo from yesterday.”

“Who said I was worried,” she replied with a wink emoji. “I can take more if you miss it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated white as much as I did yesterday.”

This set off a couple months worth of flirty texts and photos. Never any nudes, but I was sending her shirtless photos of my abs and chest and she was sending photos of her in bikinis [like this](https://i.imgur.com/oQKSA6z.jpg) at the beach. My favorite was one of her in a hot pink bikini from behind. Her ass looked amazing. It was our dirty little secret, and they got me through many lonely nights.

Then the firm Christmas party rolled around. Olivia and her boyfriend had just broken up. I’m pretty sure because he didn’t want to buy a Christmas present for her. Yeah, he was that guy.

Christmas parties at this law firm were always formal events. Almost Prom level formal. Luckily, I had bought a fitted tux for my sister’s wedding a few years prior.

While I was getting ready I received a text from Olivia.

“I hope you like my dress tonight.” It said. No picture, though. Guess I’d have to wait for the party to see her.

I arrived early. The open bar was already dishing out drinks, and spirits were high. I’m not a big drinker, but I enjoy sipping on a Whiskey Sour or a Jack and Coke every now and then. Then, in walked Olivia.

Every man in the room dropped their jaw as she entered. Olivia looked absolutely stunning in a form fitting green satin floor-length mermaid dress. [It](https://i.imgur.com/X0lSHSh.jpg) was sleeveless with a V-neckline and pleated at the bust, a deep V open back, spaghetti straps, and a sultry front slit at the thigh that showed off enough leg to show off her tattoo. She paired her dress with a set of red peep-toe 4 inch pumps to match her bright red lips. Over all, a very sexy Christmasy look—her ex was an idiot. Absolutely jaw dropping. I caught her eye and she smiled at me—I had to close my mouth to keep from drooling.

We eventually found ourselves at a table together. She had a glass of red wine, and I had some whiskey. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and she knew it.

“So have you ever appreciated green this much before?” She asked, playfully.

“Definitely not, you look lovely,” I said, trying to play it cool.

“Well you may end up appreciating red a little more as well.” She smiled before sipping her wine.

We mingled with our co-workers. Everyone had something to say about Olivia and her dress. Some thought it showed off too much, but most like me were quite enamored with her appearance.

Olivia, almost finished with her first glass of wine came to sit with me again. “I took another picture for you.” She spoke softly. She looked down on her phone and hit the screen with her thumb.

My phone buzzed. It was a picture of Olivia, or rather, of her ass wearing nothing but a red thong in the bathroom mirror. Her dress was pulled up over her waist. God what I would give to have a taste of that sweet Italian ass. She watched my face light up and giggled, while I tried to cover the physical reaction growing in my slacks.

Another hour went by and my phone buzzed again. It was from Olivia. Her dress was pulled up again, but this time my view was of the front. She had a thumb hooked in the band of her thong pushing it down enough to show that she did have any hair there, but not enough to see her pussy, though the outline of the lips under her thong left little to the imagination. She was right. I was appreciating red quite a bit now.

It was 11:00 P.M. when I received her next text. Some older couples were already heading home. But my phone suddenly displayed Olivia, but this time she had slid the spaghetti straps off of her dress and peeled the bust down to reveal her breasts, the nipples were covered by those self-adhesive coverings, but they looked spectacular.

This was torture, and I needed to calm myself down so I went to the restroom and sent her a text. “You are so bad.”

She sent back a smiley devil emoji.

Two can play at that game. I’m usually not one for dick pics, but I had a sneaky feeling Olivia wouldn’t mind. I went into a stall and took several photos. A few in my briefs with a large bulge while I flexed, and a few with my cock out, fully erect and stroking. I hit send on the ones in my briefs with my bulge still covered.

I decided to shoot my shot. “My place?” I texted with the photo.

“(Typing . . .)”

“Yes! I Ubered here. I’ll meet you in your car.”

I didn’t need to say any goodbyes. As soon as I read the text, I had my jacket and I was waiting in the Benz.

Another ten minutes pass and Olivia is walking out casually, opens my passenger door and slides in. I put my hand on the clutch to reverse when Olivia put her hand on mine. “Thanks for the ride,” she smiled.

“Don’t go thanking me just yet,” I teased, and then pulled into the main road.

“You know, I took a few more explicit photos in the bathroom. Would you like to see?” I said, referring to my dick pics.

She smiled and nodded. One hand on the steering wheel, I unlocked my phone and opened up my photos and handed the phone to her.

“Oh my God!” She said, a giggle at first then silently taking in my photo. As she scrolled through them blushing, I rested my hand on the exposed part of her thigh, where the slit of her dress ended.

She was still looking, and as she did, my hand slid further up inside her dress now until I could feel the heat between her legs. I felt the tiny string on her hips holding her thong together, and began playing with it, slowly moving my hand toward her treasure then sliding it back to her hip by following the string. She tensed, and I knew she was getting turned on. I periodically studied her face as I drove, gently grazing my fingers along her hips—it was glorious. She was biting her lip in frustration, clearly trying to hold herself back.

As I put my car in park, I leaned into Olivia and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to taste that pussy you were teasing me with tonight, and I’m going to make sure you cum all over my tongue.” She moaned in response and I helped her out if the car, then escorted her to my apartment.

Once inside, I closed the door behind us and took Olivia in my arms. “Can I kiss you, now?” I asked.

“Yes, please.” She said quietly. In all honesty, she wasn’t the best kisser, but I was hardly bothered since those lips weren’t the ones I was most concerned about at the moment.

I pushed Olivia to the arm of my couch, kissed her neck, then down her chest, slowly kneeling as she stood above me. I kissed her torso through her dress then softly pulled the high slit of her dress over my head. It was dark underneath, but I could still clearly make out the bright red thong that she was showing off to me in her photos. Then I kissed it, and my lips tasted her moisture for the first time—she was soaked.

She lifted her dress so she could see me. I kissed her lips over her thong.

She moaned, “ooohh, pleeeaasseee.”

Her free hand not holding the dress now ran through my hair and firmly held my face to her honey pot. I slid a finger under the bottom of her thong and pulled it to the side then slowly ran my flattened tongue lightly from the bottom of her lips to her clit. I felt her legs wobble in her heels as I repeated this movement, allowing my tongue to explore her honey-coated folds, then swirled my tongue around her clit without touching it. Olivia responded by pressing her clit to my mouth and holding me there. I began to lightly flick and then suck on her clit as I reached behind her and started fondling those tight ass cheeks. With the first squeeze, she came on my face, panting and gasping for air. Though I longed to breathe air as well, I would have rather died of asphyxiation in that moment if it meant adding to her pleasure.

Her orgasm waned, but my desire to taste her cumming on my tongue again did not. I again began to repeat those slow and steady movements, which garnered a favorable response. This time though, I slowly inched my middle finger into my receptionist’s dripping pussy. Then I steadily increased the suction and flicking around her clit as I pistoned my finger in her pussy and around her spongey g-spot.

“OH SHIT!!” She exclaimed, the goddess climaxing again in violent spasms in my mouth.

After she rode it out once more on my face, I came out from under her dress, stood, and kissed her once more, passionately, making sure she could taste her arousal.

As we kissed, I felt her unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. As my pants fell to the ground, I pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulder, then watched as the dress fell effortlessly to the ground. She stood only in her red heels and bright red thong. God, those 34Bs fit her body perfectly. They were gravity-defying, and as I gawked she removed the adhesive covers to show me her dark pink areolas.

As she pulled my briefs down I gently tickled her nipple with the same finger that had just been inside of her. She grabbed my cock for the first time, and I moaned.

“Your turn,” she said. I stood as she squatted in front of me in her heels and watched her swallow the head of my cock. The receptionist was quite eagerly devouring my cock, and scratching my balls with one hand, while holding herself in place on my thigh with the other. Not great at kissing, but GREAT at giving head.

Guys, forgive me, because I didn’t last more than 4 minutes like that in her mouth. As I reached the pinnacle, I leaned my head back and moaned. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

I have no idea if Whiskey makes your cum taste good but Olivia swallowed every ounce of sperm that I gave to her without hesitation. There, with my dick in her mouth and her stomach full of cum, I stared at her smiling back up at me.

“I didn’t make you just fall in love with me, did I?” She laughed.

Despite my deprived state, it would take a lot more than an above average blowjob to make that happen. But I just laughed.

Ladies and gentleman, as I’ve grown older, I’m usually down for the count for about 30 minutes before I can go again. But Olivia, bless her heart, made me defy the odds. In fact, after I came, I was still quite hard.

This seemed to please Olivia as she had begun kissing and stroking my cock again.

“How would you like to take it for a ride?” I asked.

She hungrily agreed, took off her thong and heels, and I sat on the couch, dick standing at attention as she straddled my legs. “I’m going to go slow at first, you’re bigger than my ex.”

That always feels pretty good to hear. I am no BWC, but sometimes average is just what she wants, right?

She slowly lowered her pussy onto my shaft. She was still so wet, she slid down quite easily—though slowly as she had indicated. “You good?” I asked as she paused.

“Yes! God you feel good.” She said, taking the rest of me inside of her.

“Your pussy feels amazing!” I said to her.

She blushed and began to ride my cock to oblivion. I leaned forward, taking a nipple into my mouth as she fucked me.

She went as stiff as the cock inside of her and screamed to her maker “Oh My GOD!” I gripped her ass and pulled her in to grind her clit against my hip as she came. Realizing that Olivia’s climax was beginning to start my own, and worried about pregnancy (my stupid ass didn’t even thing about STD’s but I’m still clean, thank you Jesus) I warned her.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I gasped into her ear.

“Inside! Inside me please!” She exclaimed, still pulsing against me. Although that wasn’t any indication that she was on birth control, I decided that the average woman wouldn’t risk a pregnancy so I let it go (guys, I’m stupid, OK? Let’s move on). I assume that if there was anything left in me that it was unleashed inside of Olivia’s love tunnel at that time, but it somehow felt even better than the last, as if her pussy was wringing me out, hungrily consuming my cum.

Olivia and I had a few more times together, but we never committed to a relationship.

About two weeks after our first night, I got fired. Word somehow spread about me and Olivia—she must have told someone because I didn’t—and I found out that was the cause of me losing my six-figure job. Weird right? We were two consenting adults, and I get that it was an intra-office relationship, but I didn’t understand why it was necessarily a problem if everyone was OK with it. The problem, as it turns out was that Olivia was the managing partner’s daughter.

Unlucky.

\Part two on its way.//

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t65qp1/a_series_of_unfortunate_events_part_1_messing

17 comments

  1. Damn hot and hope you got a new job with an equally, if not hotter receptionist!

    !Updateme

  2. You didn’t know this fact about your coworker and one of your bosses?

  3. I’m not surprised – worked somewhere similar and my boss would basically tell all the guys if they tried to hook up with anyone junior, which included the secretaries, they would immediately be out.

    Hope you’re happy in a new job with a better social life :)

  4. Law firm Christmas parties – where marriages end and litigation begins.

  5. **”In all honesty, she wasn’t the best kisser”**

    Dead. 😂
    What a let down.

  6. Fantastic story, I’m also curious if you met up with her again.

    I’ve been in a similar boat: been with a woman I should not have, and once she drew me in bareback, all rational thoughts of STDs and pregnancy evaporated. She even hurriedly whispered that she wasn’t in birth control.

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