Date: Sun, 13 May 2018 04:51:27 +0000
From: Southern Deep Impact <SouthernDeepImpact@hotmail.com>
Subject: Drunken Co-Worker Fucking

Bill and I were coworkers.  We worked in the medical devices industry in
the early 2000's at a company in Wisconsin.  We'd both been sent to a week
long seminar in Los Angeles.  We'd already sat through two days of
presentations, and taken a tour of a local facility that made this new kind
of injection needle that everyone thought was going to revolutionize the
field.

Later that night, we decided to have drinks after dinner before going to
our rooms.  We chatted and discussed business, but Bill kept ordering us
drinks (the company credit card will pay for this as "per diem" and "meal
expenses").  After about the fifth round, we decide to call it a night and
head to our rooms.

Right then, Bill suggests we go to his room and have another drink.  Which
turned into another, then another...  He had stopped at a liquor store and
bought a bottle of vodka and some lime juice.  And the hotel provides ice
from a machine almost right outside his room.

Bill is easily twice my size and weight.  I weigh about 145lbs, and I'm
short – about 5'6".  He is not what I'd call muscular, just well built.
Looks like any normal guy. About 6' tall or so.

In a little while, I decide to go to the kitchen to get some more ice in my
glass.  As I'm standing there about to open the freezer door, but my vision
is blurred from being so drunk, when I suddenly feel him step in behind me.
Close behind me.  His groin pressed against my ass.  "Hey, you alright?",
he asks.  "You look like you were a bit wobbly."

"I'm OK", I said.  Or at least I tried to say.  It came out almost as
gibberish because I was so drunk I was slurring words.  He helps steady me,
and helps me walk back to the couch.  But instead of sitting me down on the
couch, he suddenly bends me over the back of it.  With one hand on my back,
and I feel his other hand on the back of my leg, down near the back of my
knee.  He starts sliding it up my leg, until he reaches my butt cheek,
which he gives a good strong grab.

"Wanna have some fun?  No one will know."  We are both married, so I assume
he means our wives won't know.  I'm a bit intrigued, but to be honest, I'm
just too drunk to think straight.  So, I didn't really answer at all.

With that, he pulls my shirt off over the top of my head.  Then, he turns
me around so I am facing him.  His hand reaches for the button on my pants,
and he undoes it.  Then the zipper.  He let's go, and my pants just drop to
my ankles.

The bed is right across from the couch – this being a single room hotel
room.  He pushes me backwards – gently – towards the bed, which I
fall onto on my back.

Really, I could have just passed out right then, and I was about to.

Laying on my back, he pulls my shoes and socks off, then my pants right off
in one snatch.

At this point, I'm really embarrassed because I'm laying there in front of
him completely nude, and he's still fully dressed.  I start mumbling
something that even I don't know what I'm saying.  I'm just looking up at
him form the bed while he looks down on my, laying on my back, completely
nude.

We're both shitfaced drunk, but Bill, with his larger body mass is handling
it better than I am.  But he's stumbling a bit too.  But at least he can
talk without mumbling.

I'm laying on the bed with my legs over the side.  My legs aren't long
enough to reach the floor, so they are just dangling there.  He steps in
between them, and leans over and puts his face right in front of mine.
Then, he goes for my neck, kissing and licking around the back of my ears,
and down the front of my chest until he reaches my nipples, which he begins
sucking on and licking.

There is a spot on my back where if just lightly touched, it causes a
completely reflexive arching in my back.  My wife sometimes teases me with
this spot.  As soon as he touches it, my hips buck up towards him without
my even thinking about it.  I remember thinking clearly enough, "Shit, he
thinks I'm doing that on purpose.  He thinks I'm trying to get him to fuck
me".

But to be honest, I was kind of thinking that at the moment.  I dunno why.
But I also don't know why not.

Bill's jeans are rough on my belly, and are rubbing against my dick and
balls.  I think I said "ouch" at one point, because Bill stepped back and
stood up.  "You are just going to have to watch me undress now."

So, I lay there in my drunken stupor, watching his clothing come off, one
piece at a time until now, finally, he too is as naked and nude as I am.
And I also got a look at his dick.  And it was alarmingly long.  And it was
starting to grow just standing there looking at me.

For the first time since we began, the realization of what was about to
happen really struck me, and my thought was "Shit.  He's gonna fuck me if I
don't stop this."  But I'm too drunk to say what I'm trying to say.

He steps back in between my legs, and pushes them a little farther apart.
Then he falls over on top of me again, like before, and goes back to
kissing and sucking my nipples.

Then, he gets up and straddles my chest and sits down – gently.  Not a
hard sit, but holding himself up on his knees so his full weight is not on
my chest.  He moves up a bit.  A bit more.  Within seconds, his dick is
hanging down and resting just on the bottom of my chin.  It's still not
completely hard, but pretty firm anyway.  He moves up a bit more and the
tip is resting right on my lips.

He stops there for a moment with my two lips just touching the tip of his
dick.

"Do you want it?", he asks me.

This time, I remember being able to say, very clearly, YES.

I open my mouth a little bit, and he takes over from there, pressing the
tip down into my mouth.  My lips wrap around the super smooth skin of his
shaft, and the head of his cock slips into my mouth.  I can feel it on my
tongue and the roof of my mouth.  Sliding in and out just a bit, reaching
the back of my mouth and filling the hole there with the head of his dick.

"Do you want me to push it all the way in?" he asks.  Of course, I can't
answer, but I nod a bit, up and down.  He pushes more weight on it, and
that solid shaft behind the head starts pushing the head of his dick down
into my throat.

There's resistance, but with a little relaxing of my throat muscle, it
suddenly pops through, and he's in my throat.  Problem is, past this point,
I can no longer breathe.  He seems to know this (maybe his wife is talented
in this area, so he knows – this was the first hint that I got that he
was thinking of me as his "wife") and he pulls back allowing me to get a
breath.

He spends the next few minutes slowly sliding his meat in and out of my
throat, being careful (thankfully) to pull out and let me catch a breath
every once in a while.  He is moaning all the time, but not really talking
to me.  Just slowly feeding me his meat while I take it all the way in as
best as I can.

By now, I figure he's just going to finish in my mouth and let me swallow
his cum.  But after a few more minutes of this, he pulls his heavy manhood
out of my mouth and steps back.  My saliva, mixed with his pre-cum juice is
dribbling out of the corners of my mouth.  The faint taste of "cum that
will soon be", on my tongue.

He turns around and goes to his suitcase and starts looking for something.
I watch him walking away, admiring how tight his butt cheeks look, which
only makes me think, "How drunk AM I to be thinking this?"  He finds what
he's looking for and comes back to the bed.  I'm still laying on my back
with my legs dangling over the side, feet hanging in the air a few inches
from the floor.

He has a bottle of lotion.  I think I know where this is going, and now I'm
really starting to wonder.  As soon as he starts rubbing a thick layer of
the stuff on his dick, I have an idea where this is going.  And when he
stepped back in between my legs and smeared a bunch of it between my ass
cheeks, I definitely knew where this was going.

For tonight, at least, he intends to make me his wife.  And at this point,
I'm about resigned to the fact that I am going to be his wife, and get
fucked like his wife.  The thought of this makes me horny as hell for some
reason.  "I'm actually gonna get fucked!  I wonder if this is the same
experience his wife gets?"

He spread my legs apart a little wider, and then lays down on top of me
again.  One hand holds my wrists together above my head.  The other arm he
takes and puts around my back, low near my hips, and lifts my ass off the
bed towards him.

With both hands engaged in controlling me, I figure there's no chance he's
gonna find the mark without the help of a guiding hand.  But right then, I
feel his dick sliding between my cheeks, spreading them apart.  My ass
cheeks are no defense against this invading force.  His dick is pushing
through my helpless defenses (who am I kidding?  Defenses?  I *WANT*
this!!!), and right away, the head of his dick finds my asshole and with
one push, he's IN.

I wince a bit at the pain of it, but in just a few moments, the pain passes
and the sensation of being fucked in the ass takes over.  He's still
holding me up off the bed with his one arm, so I am basically hanging there
underneath him, a few inches above the bed, while he's pushing his dick all
the way to the hilt into my ass, each time he grunts, and I moan.  I'm
hanging there in the air, just above the bed, with wave after wave of
pleasure pulsing through my whole body while he fucks me harder and harder.

I pull against his other arm, the one holding my wrists, and he lets go.
So, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull my shoulders up off the bed
too.  Now I'm completely off the bed, being held tightly around the waist
by his one arm, while my arms are wrapped around his neck, pulling myself
up against his chest while he holds us both up with his other arm, since
it's no longer holding my wrists.

Thrust after thrust of his huge dick into my ass, and my ass just wraps it
all up and takes it all the way in.

He starts to get tired holding us up, and he drops me onto the bed, and
falls over on top of me.  In this position, I have better control of my
legs, so I squeeze my knees together as tightly as I can, squeezing him
around his waist, as I try to pull him farther into me.  To help him even
more, I wrap my legs around his back and use them to pull him into me too.
He settles into a slow rhythm, long slow strokes, each one ending at the
very bottom of his shaft where I feel his public hairs tickling my ass.  I
dropped my arms from around his neck, and just laid back on the bed with my
legs wrapped tightly around him and let him have me, as deep as he wanted
to have me.

As I look down on either side of me, I see one of my legs – pale and
milky smooth white against his darker, sun tanned body.  The contrast of
our different skin colors drives me almost crazy with lust.

Just then, he reached back and took hold of each one of my ankles in his
hands, and pulls them forward, pushing my knees to either side of my chest,
almost at my ears, with him in between, again sucking on my nipples.  He's
really fascinated with my nipples, so I fantasize that I am his wife who
has huge boobs that he likes to bury his face in.  I put my hand behind his
head and pull down hard while he sucks and bites on my nipples.  I pretend
I have huge wife boobs, and he seems to be pretending the same thing.  So I
moan with pleasure, as any good wife would do for her husband, inviting him
to take all that he wants from me.

With my knees almost to my ears, he's able to get the last inch of his dick
all the way inside me, and I feel it deep inside, pushing against my inner
organs.

By now, I'm wanting to feel his cum inside me.  I'm his wife tonight, so I
start to fantasize about him impregnating me with his seed.  I start
whispering in his ear: "Cum in me.  Cum in me.  Cum in me.  I want your cum
in me.  Make me pregnant with your cum."  He seems happy to oblige.

He collapses on top of me, with every last remaining millimeter of his dick
buried in my ass, and he starts cumming.

Weird, but he didn't make a sound while cumming in me.  Just a low, heavy
breathing, as he pumped more and more of his cum into me.  I can even feel
it inside me, hot against the inside of my bowels.  Several minutes passed
while more seed leaking into me.  And by now, he's so spent that his full
weight is laying on top of me, forcing my legs apart farther than I thought
possible.  We are both so drunk now that we both just lay there for I don't
know how long.

The rest of the story is mundane, and I won't bother with it.  We lay there
for what seems like an hour before he rolls off of me, onto his back, and I
just pass out.

When I woke the next morning, he was on the couch, and I was still laying
in the exact same place it all started the night before, butt naked with
not so much as a sheet over me, with my ass still feeling the effects of a
deep ass fucking.

You know that saying, "You won't walk right for a week?", Well, it's not a
week, but it did last several hours that morning before the ache in my hips
started to go away.

We finished the seminar, and never spoke a word about it again, after that
night.

Funny thing is, though, I did meet his wife later that year at the company
holiday party.  She looked at me kind of funny, which I wondered
afterwards, if maybe he had felt guilty and confessed our encounter to his
wife.

I guess I'll never know.

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