We fucked my “country girl” employee. [FFM]

Due to a bad case of writer’s block and general apathy, I’m currently managing a retail store in a mall that should have closed its doors 10 years ago. It’s easy work, but the hiring pool is pretty shallow.

My employee Missy self-identifies as a “country girl,” despite having grown up just outside of a major northeastern city. I’m sure you know the type. She’s attracted to guys who drive trucks, attends country music concerts, wears cowboy boots that have never seen a speck of dirt, rides quads, etc.

She’s also pretty fucking hot (save for some fucked up teeth), as dumb as a box of rocks, and a bit of a slut as I’ve come to learn.

Our age and personality differences left us little to talk about when we started working together, so we’d usually default to, “I was so drunk” stories. After a few of these exchanges, it seemed that Missy’s stories always seemed to end up with, “I got drunk and ended up on a strange dick.”

My other employee is the textbook Reddit fedora-incel, so I made it a point to schedule Missy’s shifts to overlap my own. Sue me, I’d rather listen to a cute girl talk about catching strange dick than some neckbeard ranting about how he’s “so nice” and that he “deserves pussy too.”

A few weeks ago, my wife picked me up from work. I’m not sure exactly how it went down, but she’d invited Missy out for drinks and dinner.

Truth be told, I was a little annoyed. Sure, she was nice to look at and had some fun slutty drinking stories, but I didn’t have much interest in dealing with a “country girl” in the wild. I’ve always found that culture to be repellant.

The three of us ended up at TGIFridays. Classy, I know, but Missy is only 19 and chain restaurants are pretty bad about carding. My wife and I each ordered a beer. Missy ordered some blue concoction that came in a glass that required two hands to lift.

Our conversation wasn’t much different from work, though alcohol seemed to provide Missy with the bravery to provide more details of her sex life. This quickly turned into a game of, “what’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever done?”

Missy told us about how a few weeks prior, she’d cheated on her boyfriend earlier in the day then fucked him that night.

I tried to maintain some semblance of the employer, so I told a pretty tame story about hooking up with my college girlfriend at a concert.

My wife (the MVP of this story… and my life) talked openly about how we openly post facial videos on Pornhub, fuck in public, and how she loves going ass-to-mouth.

We continued to drink through dinner and dessert. As my wife and I grew pleasantly buzzed, my young employee was obviously on a one-way street to trashedville.

When the bill came, the ladies excused themselves to the restroom. I settled up and waited for them by the doors. They stumbled out of the restaurant giggling like idiots. It was clear that Missy was far too drunk to drive home, so Laura offered her our guest room for the evening. I called us an Uber and twenty minutes later we were back at my place.

By the time we’d settled the dogs down, it seemed pretty clear that nothing was going to happen. Missy was a bit sloppy and had begun crying about how she hated how much she was cheating on her boyfriend. My wife made her a large cup of coffee, shooed me off to bed, and offered a shoulder for Missy to cry on.

I took a shower and fell asleep, only to be awakened by the familiar feeling of my wife’s mouth on my cock. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that we weren’t alone.

As my wife skillfully worked her mouth up and down my cock, I watched as Missy giggled in the doorway. She seemed to be squeezing her tits through her shirt. My brain fumbled for a graceful way to ask what was happening, but I think all I managed to get out was an awkward, “what’s happening.”

Replacing her mouth with her red-tipped fingers, my wife explained to me that Missy had been turned on by her slutty tales and wanted to come home with us… until her boyfriend texted her. All the while, my wife’s hand slowly moved up and down my now rock hard cock.

Missy, now less visibly wasted, walked over to our bed and sat on the edge before finally speaking.

“Would it be okay if I watched you two?”

I was disappointed that she hadn’t asked to join, but that would quickly be remedied as my wife took my entire length down her throat and began aggressively bobbing her head and making exaggerated gagging noises.

Missy moved around the bed for a better view, ultimately sitting about 6 inches away from me, never breaking eye-contact with my wife.

“This is so fucking hot. You’re so good at that,” Missy said meekly to my wife. Seeing this as an opening, Laura, without missing a beat on my cock, began to slowly run her hands up Missy’s thigh, rubbing through her tight jeans. When her hand reached my young employee’s pussy, Missy let out a soft moan.

Laura looked up at me and smiled before pouncing on the girl, pawing at her deceptively large tits through her shirt and kissing her furiously.

I positioned myself behind my wife, lifted her skirt, spread her asscheeks, and began to hungrily lick her smooth pussy and asshole as she made out with my soon-to-be assistant manager. I wondered if Missy could taste my cock on Laura’s tongue.

My wife is incredibly easy to bring to orgasm, so within a few minutes of licking and fingering her from behind, she began to shake as her orgasm washed over her. Her moans, muffled by her intense make-out session filled the room and made my cock throb.

“Your turn,” Laura said as she came down from her orgasm, before attacking the young girl, furiously ripping away at her clothes. I was almost impressed with the efficiency, considering how tight Missy’s jeans were.

I was content to sit back and watch for a while (I wanted to avoid cumming as long as possible) as my wife absolutely tossed the tiny girl around, ultimately positioning her on all fours in front of me before stopping at our toy drawer and grabbing a small pink vibrator.

Laura worked Missy’s pussy from behind with the vibrator as I stuck two fingers into her mouth, which she expertly sucked. At some point, Missy ended up biting my fingers in surprise when my wife began to lick her asshole.

That must have set something off in our new friend. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock between her painted pink lips. Her blowjob was enthusiastic but inexperienced. I wasn’t going to cum just yet, so I laid back and enjoyed myself.

Then Missy began to cum. My wife’s assault on her pussy and asshole must have thrown her over the edge. Her mouth began to drool on my cock and she aggressively tried to cram my entire length down her throat.

Reaching out with her sharp fingernails, she began to rub just under my balls as she came. This, the blowjob, my wife licking the asshole of a hot 19-year-old while working her pussy with a vibrator, and the taboo nature of fucking an employee proved too much for me.

“I’m going to cum,” I grunted, though I’m sure I didn’t give Missy enough time to react before shooting a thick load into her mouth. As she pulled her head away from my cock, a secondary rope of my cum splashed across her face.

Something changed in the room after I came. My wife stood behind Missy and slapped her tiny ass hard.

“That’s mine,” my wife said with a pretty serious inflection in her voice before moving onto the bed, rolling Missy onto her back, and licking my cum from her face and mouth.

The three of us ended washing up and sleeping in my bed that night. Missy and I both called off work the next day, leaving the store to Neckbeard McCantGetLaid.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6xfpc5/we_fucked_my_country_girl_employee_ffm