I shared a fantasy about [a sexy coworker](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/9xd7ke/i_want_to_fuck_my_coworker/?st=JOIXRRE3&sh=ad27955e) in an earlier post. While I enjoy the feedback, I must make it clear that it’s just a fantasy, and not one I ever intend to act on.
Still, while I’m here, I might as well tell you about the times I *did* shag a coworker, shouldn’t I?
In my early 20s, I worked as a barista at a place I’ll call the Candy Shop. It was here that I met two of the sweetest lovers I ever had. And now that we’ve got that bad joke out of the way, let’s begin.
It was a regular day in the Shop, when a group of new trainees came in. They walked past us, and I took little note of them as I wasn’t having a particularly good day that day. On their way out, however, one of the women, a bubbly, short-haired specimen of black femininity named Ann, marched right up to me and suggested I should smile. Taken aback, I could really do little more than scowl and respond harshly (told you I was having a bad day), but as I saw more of her, and she got to know everyone in the place, I started to look at Ann a bit differently. As you may have guessed, we exchanged numbers and I asked her out.
Ann was from a little town two states over, was a lover of theatre, and loved people. Her parents were from Nigeria, and her ancestry was plain in her features: tight, curly, kinky hair, full lips, dark skin, slanted eyes. She stood around 5’6” and her legs were strong and shapely from her years of running track in school. What she lacked in bubble butt, she made up for in breasts — 36Cs, but looked like Ds. Altogether, she was nicely proportioned and her ever-present smile invited one and all to be her friend.
Since Ann was new to town and lived near a place I remembered fondly from my childhood, I thought it would be a good idea to show her around the area, a nearby park and a tourist attraction. We got to know each other and the chemistry grew easily. I sat on a park bench and invited her to sit on my lap, where we made out. I must have had an effect on her, because she soaked through her pants onto mine, and left a faint wet spot on my lap. Lucky for her, she was wearing black pants that day. My jeans, however, never fully recovered.
It was inevitable, both of us horny for each other as we were, for us to get horizontal. I loved fucking Ann; she lived to please her man, and her pussy would already be super wet, no waiting. We fell into a predictable, but no less hot, routine.
I’d come over to her place, fully intending to stay the night. Ann would have already cooked, or had some movie ready for us if I’d eaten already. We’d spend our time together, then move it to the bedroom. Once she had me in her bed and we were both naked, she’d lay down the sloppiest blowjob she could, complete with slurping, moaning and stroking my thick dick. She actually managed to suck me off once, which only three women have ever been able to do.
Once I let her know I was ready, the name of the game was “Break Me If You Can.” Sex with Ann was rougher than with anyone I’d ever been before or since. The sex may have been pretty tame by some of your standards, but between her natural wetness and the sturdiness of her bed, there was no such thing as “going too far.” However I’d give it, she’d take it.
She’d get on top and ride me like an African cowgirl, occasionally leaning back far enough to bend my dick and cause a little pain, but I liked it. She rode me good and hard, throwing her head back as I’d reach up and play with her tits. Then we’d roll over and I’d take over, fucking her deep. Sometimes I’d pin her arms down or choke her a little bit, all while seeing how hard I could plow her.
Sometimes I’d finish on top of her, or flip her and ram her from behind. Even though her ass wasn’t all that big, it was still a sight to watch her take all of me so effortlessly. Sometimes, when I was feeling particularly freaky, I’d stick my thumb in her ass and create a rhythm — dick pulls out, thumb goes in. Thumb comes out, dick goes in. I never got to do full-on anal, but I don’t regret that. We did so much else that it doesn’t even faze me.
When I’d ask where she wanted me to cum, she’d usually whisper, “Inside me.” Then I’d flood her walls with it, and we’d cuddle and go to sleep.
Because of our work schedules, she was usually up and at ’em before I awoke, but she’d leave me something to eat before I left. She really knew how to take care of her man, and even though we’re not together anymore, I hope she’s doing well and someone’s treating her right. Mind-blowing sex aside, she was one of a kind.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xdytx/tales_from_the_candy_shop_part_1_mf