The helpdesk girl [MF]

My name is David; I’m in my 40’s now and in a long term relationship. When I was single in my late teens through to mid twenties, I had a pretty wild time. I’ll share a few stories here. Names have been changed, but generally these are what happened. I’m a little taller than average, being around 6 foot 1. I was quite active in my teens, boxed in a few amateur bouts and did a bit of kk and went to the gym all the time. I enjoy messing around with mechanical things and wrench on old cars and bikes. I grew into a fairly burly man. I am very good natured and gregarious. I love a laugh, and few things worry me. My biggest problem is that I tend to say what I mean and don’t really filter it. I’m not mean, but sometimes I just stick my foot in it.

Other stories I’ll post if there’s any interest… or maybe just anyway: two metal chicks; being a wingman to a lesbian; sexual harassment aka the other helpdesk chick; campground threesome; hot marketing lady; the chef; data centre chick; the hotel girl; belated birthday present; tattoo shop apprentice

I want to start by sharing the story about Hannah. I was working for a large managed service provider. They did all kinds of things. I was working in IT security, Hannah was on the helpdesk for one of our lucrative customers. I’d been there perhaps three or four months. Now me, at this point I was 24, burly with a shaved head and a semi-trimmed beard. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me, but my demeanor is generally friendly enough for most people to take it humorously.

I’d noticed Hannah when I first started working at the organization, whilst we worked in different departments, her desk was in an open plan area and was perhaps 25m away from my cubicle, and I regularly passed her area on the way to the kitchen. She was in her early 20’s, about 5 foot 6, dark brown hair with red streaks sitting just below her jawline paired with light brown eyes and clear, light skin. She wore rectangular glasses, and had several piercings in each ear. She was quite busty, but pretty fit and in good shape. I always thought she was pretty hot, and had more than once fantasized about screwing her.

We’d spoken a few times in passing, just a greeting, or a quick chat in the kitchen which would always be a bit flirtatious.

One day, I noticed there were a pair of strappy, glittery shoes on her desk. When I saw her in the kitchen, I said to her “hey, cool shoes!”. She laughed and asked me to promise not to laugh at her. I agreed, and she told me that she had started taking pole dancing lessons. I said that it sounded like a heap of fun and she shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. She agreed, but said that she had bruising from slamming against the pole, which she didn’t really like. I told her it was the wrong kind of pole and she smirked and told me she was on late shift and there was a chemist across the road.

“Ribbed?” I asked her, still trying to catch up with what my mouth said as it kept running. Her reply was a pointed look at my crotch which had started to bulge, another smirk and a lip bite as she left the kitchen. Needless to say, I popped across the road to the chemist.

I had a bunch of work to finish, but I was pretty distracted; the remaining few hours of work dragged on.

7pm rolled around and I grabbed the package I picked up at the chemist and did a quick walk around the floor to see who was there. Just us two. I approached her desk from behind; a different direction to my usual route to her area. Feeling pretty confident, I tossed the paper bag on her desk from a few feet away, which surprised her. She turned around whilst opening the bag. I arched my eyebrow, something I’ve been told is a real turn on for some ladies. The look she gave me was the most licentious thing I have ever seen.

I pulled her up and kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue forcing itself between her lips whilst she wrapped her arms around my neck and started grinding herself against me. I pressed her against the wall, next to her desk and let my hands roam under her blouse.

I slid one hand down, tracing my way to her belly button, gently feeling a piercing, running my fingers around the outside and the slowly down to the waist of her slacks. My fingers slid underneath the waistband and underneath her panties, tracing the curve of her mound downwards. I could feel stubble, heat and the slickness of a very turned on woman as my fingers traced her lips.

She broke the kiss and says “shit, I wish I shaved this morning” and I asked her if she was too busy with the shower head as I curled my middle finger inside her, focusing on that little spongy spot whilst massaging her with the rest of my hand. She moaned and slapped my chest at the comment. I started kissing and nibbling her neck, she pushed me away. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed. “bend me over the desk” she said and pushed the box of condoms into my chest. I removed my finger from her pussy, eyes locked to hers and tasted my finger. Slightly metallic and tangy. Delicious. I unwrapped the box slowly, keeping as much eye contact as possible.

I undid my slacks letting them and my boxers drop, freeing my cock, which I fitted the condom onto. Her eyes were locked on my member, obviously anticipating what was to come next.

I grabbed her shoulders, spun her around to face the desk and pushed her down so she was pressed flat against it, running my right hand down her back, sliding it around her waist and undoing her slacks. I moved both hands over her body, coming to rest on her waist and slowly pulled her slacks and panties down over her ass.

Threads of pussy juice between her lips and her panties stretched and broke when I pulled her panties down. I kept pulling down the slacks and damp panties further, showing a host a dark marks on the inner and back part of her thighs. Not from my pole, that was going to bruise something else.

I pressed the head of my cock against her lips, keeping the contact just light enough to avoid penetrating her, enjoying the heat and her squirming as I grabbed her hips to steady her.

I pressed hard, plowing into her, going as deep as I could. Damn, she was hot – it took a lot of effort to not just blow then and there. Hannah squirmed underneath me making little noises, her head to one side and her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

I started smooth, very slow, deep strokes, trying to stave off the inevitable. She opened her eyes and told me I was a tease. I smirked and raised an eyebrow as a pressed deeply into her, her expression showing obvious enjoyment. I kept a slow and steady rhythm for perhaps two minutes, each thrust almost taking me to the edge. I could see perspiration forming on her face and the small of her back as I kept sliding myself as deeply into her as I could. Her eyes were closed, mouth alternating between gasps and chewing on her lips.

I picked up the pace, changing the angle so my glans pressed hard against the front of her pussy, going across her pubic bone and beating against her cervix. She moaned and told me to keep doing that. No way was I going to stop. She was rocking her hips back and forth in time with my thrusts, pressing my cock against the insides of her pussy. It felt like years passed, trying not to blow until she was properly fucked.

The little noises Hannah was making got sharper and higher, she had one hand over her face, her other hand trying to steady herself on the desk. I could feel her pussy convulsing around my cock and her breath was coming in shudders. I couldn’t handle it much longer, it was just too good. I felt all the tension go out of her, the noises subsided and her hand moved away from her flushed, sweaty face. She made a content noise and told me she was done. The smile on her face, with her eyes mostly closed did it, I started hammering her pussy like nothing else. Barely two or three strokes and I started to come. I kept hammering away, my legs were shaking and my arms started to jerk with the pulses, losing all their strength, then regaining it. I felt like I had dumped a years worth of cum into her.

I pulled out of her spent and at half mast, which caused her to sigh and smile even more. She was really relaxed and seemed sleepy when she straightened up, turning around and putting an arm around my neck, nestling her head into my shoulder and whispered “That was so much better than my shower head.” I kissed her and she melted into me.

She asked me to meet her back at her desk in a minute or two, and headed off to the bathroom.

I went to the men’s for a quick clean up, and headed back to her desk to tidy up all the things that fell off it. Hannah walked back over, face and hair slightly damp, a big grin on her face. “What are you doing on the weekend?” She asked me.

“Vodka, a larger pack of condoms and you”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79g503/the_helpdesk_girl_mf