[MF] Don’t fuck your coworkers (unless they’re hot)

It’s a bad idea to try to fuck your coworkers. But sometimes your coworkers have a nice ass, great tits and a sexy smile. So this started with a truly bad decision.

I met her a few years ago, and immediately was friendly to her. This was a lot because she was talented, and a lot because she was attractive. I promise that I don’t befriend my coworkers just because I want to fuck them. But I will absolutely picture what it’s like to fuck a coworker that’s attractive.

With her, she had spent time modelling. Going through her Facebook photos was definitely interesting. I did my best not to be a perv, but she was stunning. And she kept posting about open relationships. It was something that she was curious about. Eventually, I took this as an “in,” to strike up a non-professional conversation with her.

Each message I sent, I was fully prepared to shut it down, take a cold shower, and move on. But every one of replies tugged out more and more details about my private life.

Eventually I admitted that I’m in an open relationship, and she asked me how it worked. I started describing how I would meet up with women – women that were younger, prettier and kinkier than my wife. That I would do things like tie them up, or pin them to the ground, or strip them naked in public. And how I would write up stories about this, just to read to my wife later.

She was amazed, and aroused. I started talking about what attracted me to her – her ass, her tits, her face. We started swapping pics. And then we talked about meeting up to talk about this in person. I knew damn well what was going to happen during this “talk,” and suggested she wear a skirt.

The next night, we met up. She was wearing skinny jeans.

Sitting on a bench in a fairly people-less area of a downtown, she pumped me for details about how it worked. I could tell that she was super curious about the BDSM stuff, and started quizzing her about her kinks, what she’s tried, what she liked and what she wanted to try.

We didn’t do much in public. Exhibitionism was a big no for her. She was too nervous to enjoy any groping of any sort. So we headed over to my car, then drove a couple blocks away to a sleepy chunk of suburbia, away from street lights.

We talked a bit more, and she admitted that she rarely had orgasms, not even from oral play. I felt a challenge. She pulled her impossibly tight jeans down, and I started to tease her up with one hand. Whispering in her ear and steadily rubbing her clit, I could feel her whole body shudder on cue.

When she caught her breath, she pulled up her pants and pulled out my cock. I leaned back, and she started to go work with her mouth. I can’t remember if I told her that I rarely cum with a blowjob. But she was driven, and was giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. I could barely think as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock.

I started to cum, and she kept sucking. She didn’t waste a drop. She gave me a devilish smile, and swallowed.

That was seven months ago. We kept exchanging messages about how we needed to meet up again, this time with a bed. And for months, our schedules were a mess. Nothing was lining up. She was in another state for a couple months, then I was on the road.

Monday night, I was ready to burst. I needed someone to fuck. And I let her know that I needed her mouth. Again, our schedules weren’t working out. But Tuesday morning, she started texting me about Wednesday night. We start making plans. I tell her to wear a skirt.

The drive to her place was torture. I kept running through my head what I was going to do to her. And then she met me outside her place, in a sweatshirt and sweats.

She was a brat begging for punishment.

The second her front door closed, I slammed her against the wall, wrapped my hand around her throat and kissed her. I reached between her legs and squeezed her pussy.

“This is mine,” I said.

She nodded, but I could see her fear was also making her internally giggle a little, too. She complained about the cold, and peeled off her sweats and sweatshirt. Under that was a too-short skirt, thigh-high leggings and a crop top. She was a brat, but she wanted to be a good girl for Daddy.

Leading me into her bedroom, she had on some chill music and the lights were low. Still, she needed to be punished. I pushed her on the bed and pulled up her skirt, giving her a good spanking.

From there, I found out that her panties had cute little ties on the sides, making it easy for me to yank them off and lick her pussy. I started with a slow tease, kissing the insides of her thighs, inching closer and closer to her pussy lips. Then I started to run my tongue up and down, adding in a finger when my mouth moved to her clit.

I had forgotten how tight she was. Her pussy squeezed against my middle finger whenever her body quivered for me. When I slipped a second finger inside of her, she started to lose control.

When she started to cum, I began forcing her to experience that orgasm for as long as possible, riding out her clit. She started to squirm and tried to pull my hands off of her. I pinned her down and used my free hands to hold her back.

The struggle built, but I was sure she was enjoying it. Just in case, since she was new to this, I gave her a “Stoplight” reminder. If I say Stoplight, she needs to give me a color. Red means stop. Yellow means back it off. Blue means pause for a couple seconds. Green means go. It’s a quick check to make sure she hasn’t forgotten that safewords are a thing. And when I said it, I noticed that she definitely forgot that.

I began taunting her, telling her to say green over and over. I started to rub her clit harder, chanting in her ear to say it. I needed her to defy me ever so briefly, just so she could feel her own power in the situation. Finally, she was a good girl and said Yellow.

I slowed down and softened my fingers. Then I pulled her head over the edge of the bed, dragging her face by the hair next to my cock.

“Mouth,” I ordered. She knew what I wanted.

She could have made me cum again with that mouth. I let her get me throbbing hard, then pulled on a condom.

I needed her pussy. It took a little effort to fit inside of her, then I started to thrust. I grabbed her by the back of her hair and held tight. Finally having her, using her, making her moan – I could feel myself losing control fast. I pulled up and started to pull the condom off. The first rope of cum already fired inside of it, the rest splattered above her skirt.

I made her slowly strip off her skirt, top and bra, and spent some time sucking on her nipples. When I felt my energy gather up for Round Two, I started to bite the nipples a little, then more and more. I pulled her body over my lap, and took some time to caress her ass.

Then I started to give her a proper spanking.

“Are you going to make me wait again?” I asked.

She answered no. Every time she said no, I spanked her harder. She started to nervously giggle in between spanks, and I could tell if she was wondering if she should say yes, if that was the answer I wanted to hear. But she only told me No, like a good little girl.

Finally, I trusted her.

I put her on her knees, so that her mouth could get my cock hard again. She did. I slipped on a fresh condom and made her come grind on me. When she started to cum again, I pushed her off of me and let my hand rub along her clit. I wasn’t going to let her stop cumming.

She started to squirm to pull my hands away. I used my free hand to hold her wrists, and forced her legs up with my legs. She whimpered and continued to struggle, but I had my way with her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b3hr89/mf_dont_fuck_your_coworkers_unless_theyre_hot