Local newspaper employee gets his fill [MF]

After being a longtime lurker of this sub, I felt I ought to contribute a little something that happened to me late last week. I hope you enjoy, and would be more than happy to take any advice in writing styles you might have.

I work at a small, twice-weekly newspaper in southern Wyoming. I’ve been here just under seven months, and have loved every minute of it. The people I work with, the people in town and just the environment itself.

Just before I moved here, the paper hired a front-desk woman to replace the one who moved on before her. Melanie is her name, a white woman in her mid-40s. She’s not exactly what I’d call heavy-set, but she’s heavier than I am (I’m 24, white, about 180 pounds). I’d spot Mel at about 210, maybe a sliver more.

When I first moved her, she was kind. Took me out to eat with her husband, we had lunch together a couple times, just innocent, office-related get-to-know-ya kind of stuff. We get along great, as do we with our editor, full-time reporter and stringer (a part-timer who rarely comes in). I myself am the advertising director, handling all the annoying ads you see in your subscriptions.

For me, the most striking part of this entire ordeal was Melanie and mine’s relationship prior to our activity last week. Never had we stepped across a professional/personal line or hinted we’d be interested in doing that. After all, she’s married and I’m supposed to be looking for a young woman to settle down with, right?
Well, maybe not so fast.

Last Thursday (it was Nov. 28, for date reasons), our editor stepped out early to head to a weekend conference across state. Our reporter was headed for a family vacation, leaving Melanie and I alone. It wasn’t the first time we had been along in the office together. Probably wasn’t even the first time that week we’d been alone together.

After the boss left, we kinda kicked back, were on our phones, listening to music and just chatting like it was Friday at 4:45 p.m. That’s when it all really started.

“We could get into all sorts of trouble, and no one would ever know,” I jabbed at her. She agreed and made a remark about taking all the cash and running, or at the very least going for some drinks. That jest turned true, as we debated the best bars around to hit up in the next couple hours after we were off the clock.
Then, it turned more.

“We could run around in our underwear, or even less,” she said, testing the waters. ‘Now there’s a thought,’ I thought to myself, giving Mel a quick once-over. “I don’t think I’d be too opposed to that,” I said directly back. “You know, there’s plenty of trouble to get into here, isn’t there?” she prodded, getting up from her desk and heading back to the editor’s office.

It was a small, fully-enclosed room with a door that was propped open with an old cylinder block. In my seven months here, it had been closed just once. Now, twice.

She walked past my desk and back to the office. There was literally nothing I could think of that would be back there that she really needed. My heart began racing. Why? I have no idea. I was still imagining her walking around in some kind of lacy bra and matching underwear, I suppose. Or maybe, it was because I wanted something more; something so incredibly inappropriate that it was devilishly demanding.

I walked back, peaking in first, then entering. She was bent over in the corner, thumbing through some old files. “Sit down,” she said. “I’ve got something to show you.” She was wearing tight black dress pants and a flowy, soft blouse. It was stretched tight against, what I’ll only presume as your standard DD breasts and a bit of a belly. But her ass, it was stretched even tighter. There was no reason to be bending in that fashion, other than to persuade or arouse.

I took a seat in Brian’s chair (our editor) and that’s when it happened. Mel stood up without facing me, then peeled her pants down. They didn’t go gracefully like in some sensual porno. They bunched up around her knees as she struggled to try to get them to her ankles. But what was revealed was an enormous, rather jiggly, wide rear with black silk undies covering less than half of her skin.

I was shocked, and not in the fake shocked but literally, speechless. I hadn’t had sex in nearly two weeks, and certainly not anything at this level of ‘scandalous.’ But at the same time, I found myself reaching out. Trying to pull at her hips and get her to sit in my lap. My khakis were at a complete loss trying to conceal what this whole situation was making me think. My erection prodded from the inside of my pants, noticeable to any seeing eye.

With my right hand, I touched her bare thigh, just below her panty line. My left was rubbing my pants trying to get this obstacle out of the way. She turned as my hand slid along her thigh.

“Is this something we should do? That you wanna do?” she asked. I nodded, staring at her body. But then I made eye contact and rebutted with, “Is it something you want to do. Your family. You hu—“

She cut me off. “No. I don’t want to talk about that. Another time maybe. But this. This is something I want to do.” She leaned in, one hand on the desk, the other on top of my hand that was still fidgeting with the perturding sight below my belt.

We began to kiss, slowly first then the tongues came out. She fidgeted with her pants, trying to kick off her shoes to get the rest of her pants off. As she did, I unbuckled my belt, almost self-consciously. What if she doesn’t like it. What if this doesn’t go well. Suddenly, I was second guessing myself until she spoke.

“So, you’re going to make me do all the work?” she was there, black bra coming off and her breasts cascading out of it like a waterfall ready to burst down the mountain for the first time. I was holding my cock outside my pants still, but all it took was her hitting her knees to make me slide them off the rest of the way.

It was caught on my boxers and sprang up and slapped my stomach. She laughed at that. I did too. And then, that’s when every uncertainty and anxious movement left the room. She didn’t hesitate as I slide down the leather chair toward her, my balls and shaft hitting her lips and nose. She took a nudge, like a cat balling with a ball of yarn, before opening her mouth and breathing hot air along the base. I tilted my head back and began unbuttoning my shirt.

She used one hand to caress my thigh, the other to guide me into her mouth. I held the back of her head lightly, maneuvering around her pony tail. Her long, blonde hair bobbed as she began to make it wetter and wetter. The slopping continued and I gave my vocal affirmation as she continued on.

I became more aggressive, testing these waters now as she tried to come back up for air. I’d let her, but then hold her for a second. Maybe two. See if she could handle roughness, or if this should be more of a sensual liaison.

She handled it just fine, gagging just a couple times. Eventually, I pulled her up by the pony tail and saw globs of saliva as if she was a rabid dog, drooling from the mouth.

She went back down once, all the way to the base, then came back up and wiped her mouth on the front tail of my shirt. She stroked it a couple times as I continued reaffirming what she was doing was incredibly pleasant.
“Which position first?” she asked, wiping a second time with her forearm. “Sit,” I said. “Turnaround and sit.”

She spun around and dropped those lacy black panties to the floor. I didn’t see her pussy at first, just a the crack that split a full moon down the middle. She leaned forward and I could see some muffled pinkness between some hair and the shadows.

Effortlessly, I slid in, as she let out a reaffirming moan. It was sloppy and, since she had the leverage in the wheely desk chair, we slid about the space awkwardly. In her, I tried to gain some stability, but it was no use. Every pump sent us a couple inches away, no friction. Just frustration.

She stood up and bent over the desk, looking back and giving me the, ‘Come here’ nod. I got up behind her and used my right hand to guide the base of my cock right inside. Again, effortlessly.

This was different. I could feel how wet she was, and with each thrust, I became stiffer and stiffer it seemed.
Shit began falling off the desk, and with each paper or pen that went away, the moan and fucking got harder. The first spank was light, a test. The second, harder. The third was definitely the hardest, yet the fourth sent her over the edge. I grasped both cheeks, leaning back to see as much as I could. Ripples were sent with each motion and her ass was a bright red now.

I could feel it coming, an orgasm I hadn’t felt in weeks. I bent over, now humping her ass like a fucking dog on the Discovery Channel. I probably looked like a fool, but I held on for life as I continued pleasuring myself with each blow.

“I’m going to cum. Can I cum inside you?” I panted, managing to get the question out. Her answer was the same as it had been all afternoon: “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

I wanted to lean back again, watch as the doggy style brought me over the edge and deep inside her. But the angle I had on her was too good. I could feel her oozing out around my base and her cum was dripping down both our thighs.

Mel tried to stabilize herself on the desk, but as I neared the end, she collapsed, sending a stack of folders and a cup of water across the floor.
I continued at a rapid pace until I felt the tip of my cock connect with the right spot inside her, unleashing what couldn’t have been any less than four or five ropes of cum.
I stay inside her, as the last few dribbled out. I was laying on her, sweating, panting, and laughing eventually. As I pulled out, a loud suction noise rang through the room, a confirming sound of wet, sloppy sex.

For the first time, I looked outside the office and back into the newsroom. We hadn’t closed the door, and there was a straight shot of sight to the sidewalk outside. I laughed, and made the comment that if we had an audience, they got a helluva show.

She smiled, using some Kleenexes off the floor to wipe up some excess fluids from between her legs.
For the first time since I moved her, I looked at her and saw unbridled attraction, like I wanted it all over again. She saw the look, too. “Maybe tomorrow. But you better wipe that look off your face before you leave here,” she said.

By the time we cleaned up the office, sprayed some Fabreeze and got ourselves together, it was nearly 4 p.m. We took off early and headed back to my place so she could shower before going home.

We didn’t talk about that, her family or husband. Or any of that kind of stuff. The next morning she was reserved. Normal, but just not quite the normal Friday vibe you usually get. But in the afternoon, after I got back from lunch, we did it all over again. Similar positions back in Brian’s office. And it was just as passionate as the first time.
This week, everyone’s back. We haven’t made plans to hook back up, but I have a feeling it’s coming. Or at least I hope it is.

Thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far! I hope it was at least entraining. If you have questions or anything or would like some specific details I might have left out, please comment or shoot me a PM!

Edit: Paragraph style

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7htks6/local_newspaper_employee_gets_his_fill_mf