Fucked the work experience girl last weekend [M35/F18] | 2016

This story has been around 2 months in the making, but the culmination of the story just happened last Saturday night. I'm a long time reader of this subreddit, so I wanted to share this with you guys while the details are still fresh in my memory. This might be a long read, so thanks in advance for bearing with me.

A little background before I begin the story at hand: I'm a 35 year old guy (though people usually guess my age as 27-29). I just split up with my wife of 9 years 2 months ago. We split up for several reasons, chief among which was that she lost her sexual appetite, as well as personality differences. We haven't had sex in around 4 years. I've always been a highly sexual person; I simply can't get enough sex and I jerk off to porn daily as well. Anyway, after a year of trying to make it work for the sake of our mortgage, I decided that sex was simply too important to me to condemn myself to a sexless marriage for the rest of my life. We have no kids - which makes it a lot more straightforward - however we are still living together for the time being while we finalize our divorce.

I work in a creative field, and our company has an arrangement with several local high schools and colleges to provide internships and work experience placement to students who have an interest in the field. Most of the students who come through are in their last year of high school or freshmen in college, and they'll either spend a week here full time, or come in one day a week for two and a half months.

Very occasionally the boss will put a student under my care for a few hours. No big deal, I just do my job and sometimes explain some of the processes for his/her benefit. What I do is a lot less exciting than the other jobs here, so usually the student suffers it for the allotted time and shuffles off to a more interesting part of the office.

I suppose that this is as good a time as any to mention the fact that I'm a bit of a perv. From what I can gather, that's not uncommon among posters and readers here, so I won't apologize for it. However it definitely takes a special kind of pervert to look at teenage girls in a sexual way. So when the work experience kid just happens to be a hot girl, I don't stop myself from using them as fap fodder. Of course, they would only remain fantasies. Though the thought of betraying my sexless marriage has tempted me from time to time, the thought of the ramifications it could have on my marriage or my job have always kept me straight.

But I would allow myself taboo daydreams. At my age, the opportunity to interact with attractive young girls are few and far between. Previously, I'd never entertained the thought of actually pursuing any of them. Firstly, I was married. Secondly, the students were always between 17 and 20 - far too young for me to hit on without rightfully being labelled a creep. Thirdly, something about ethics in the workplace or some such.

Well, apparently removing just one of those reasons (splitting with my wife) was enough to get me to break my admittedly very thin ethical code.

Laura started her work experience just over two months ago, the week that I split with my wife. Though she was a high school senior, she was very quick to point out the fact that she had recently turned 18. Only 3 weeks prior, in fact. She was undeniably hot: a short thing of around 5'1" with a stunning face. I noticed that she had that thing that a lot of shorter chicks have going on, where they have a big butt, big thighs and big tits. Her makeup accentuated her most striking features: clear grey eyes and perfectly formed, pouty pink lips that were devilishly inviting. Not many of the work experience girls had worn make up, a fact that planted the seed in my mind that perhaps she wouldn't be adverse to a little male attention.

We were left alone for the rest of the afternoon. After I showed her my station and explained a few things about our company and the job I do, I was surprised that she wilfully steered the conversation to become more personal. What started as a discussion about her career aspirations turned into a deep and meaningful conversation about the principles of love, sex and friendship. We seemed to click with each other on some level, and although she was obviously lacking in life experience we found ourselves in a genuinely engaging conversation. She constantly surprised me with the maturity of her attitude to work and life, and I found out that her sexual history was also quite extensive considering her age. It wasn't exactly like I was talking to a peer, but this didn't seem like an average high school girl.

She came in once a week for 10 weeks. She always seemed happy to see me, and over that time it seemed as though we became quite fond of each other. I found out that she had declined the opportunity to do more interesting activities at the company in order to spend the time at my station. I could ask her highly personal questions about her sex life without her batting an eye. I knew that she liked me on some level, but I convinced myself that she most likely viewed me as some kind of mentor or platonic friend. It couldn't be more than that, right? I mean, I was basically double her age. That didn't stop me from masturbating to the thought of fucking her as soon as I got home afterwards, though. The fact that we got along so well exacerbated the fantasies I had, making it easier to imagine a scenario where she would allow me to do whatever I pleased to her tight, incredible 18 year old body.

The only thing that bothered me a little bit was that every now and again, I would catch a whiff of a strong smell, which I thought to be foot odor. I thought it strange because she seemed to be otherwise quite well kept.

The second last week of her placement here, she mentioned to me that she had broken up with her boyfriend. I could have sworn that as she told me, I saw a flash of something in her eyes. It almost seemed like hopefulness or joy. She definitely wasn't too upset about it. I feigned sympathy as my mind went haywire with more perverted thoughts. I mentioned then that I had also recently split with my wife, and was going through a rough time of my own.

The week leading up to her final day of work experience at the company was filled with masturbation and deliberation. If I was going to make a move, this was it. I replayed all of the signals in my mind. Was I reading the situation correctly? Would she be receptive to an offer to spend time together outside the office? Or was I simply allowing my perverted mind to distort my perception as fuel for my masturbation sessions? Would she recoil in disgust if I expressed interest, or worse - say something to my boss or HR? It was certainly a possibility, after all I was a 35 year old man and she was an 18 year old high school student. Surely, this was just my sex-starved mind playing tricks on me.

Not long after joining me for what would be our final afternoon together, she said that she was sad that it was her last week, and that she was going to miss the people here. Trying hard not to sound sheepish, I said something like: "Well. Feel free to shoot this down if it's too weird, but I'm going to miss our conversations as well. If you wanted to keep in touch after today, I'd be open to it as well." I gave her my number (not taking hers), putting the agency solely in her hands. If she was just humoring me, I'd likely not hear from her again, and hopefully no harm would come of it. Otherwise, hopefully my attempt at initiating an out-of-workplace relationship was veiled well enough to sound platonic. However, on the slim chance that she was as interested in me as I thought she was, this could be the start of a deliciously inappropriate episode of my sexual history.

She messaged me an hour after work finished, "so you'll have my number :)" My heart skipped a beat as the prospect of me actually having sex with this girl seemed to be a step closer to reality. We texted back and forth over the next few days, continuing conversation threads and topics that we'd had at work. I suggested that "we should hang out sometime". "I'd like that :)" was the response, which triggered another masturbation fantasy session. That Friday night, at 11pm, she called me out of the blue. We spoke for 6 hours. It was her that brought up the topic of sexual kinks as a conversation topic, which led to us admitting our feelings for each other. She'd wanted me since the first week she started, but like me was being coy and vague due to the age difference and general inappropriateness of suggesting anything else. She told me that after our conversations at work, she would go to the bathroom and masturbate while thinking of me. Some of the times while talking to me, her panties were soaked. She said that she was so wet that juices would roll down her thighs. The last few weeks, she wasn't wearing any at all. I realized (though I didn't mention this to her) that the smell I thought was foot odor was actually the smell of her dripping wet pussy. It turns out that we had both been masturbating while thinking of the other the entire time.

As our phone call continued into the early hours of Saturday morning, she said several other things that sent pulses of excitement through my body and left me rock hard and reeling. She had a thing for older guys. She loved rough sex. There was no way that anyone could ever fuck her too hard, she said. She asked if it would be okay if she called me "daddy", "sir" and "master". She loved to be spanked. She said that she was bisexual, and suggested that she could easily organize a threesome with one her slutty friends if I was interested. She said that she if I wanted it, she would become my little cum-slut (her choice of words) and other things that let me know she identified as a submissive. If I wanted, she would even wear her school uniform for me. She teased me by wondering out loud what my friends and family would think if they found out that I fucked a high-school girl.

Before the call ended, she asked me to describe what I wanted to do to her. As a I told her in detail exactly what I would do, I heard her moaning loudly: she was masturbating.

By the time the call was over I'd long abandoned any ethical dilemma I may have had previously. This was going to happen. I was going to fuck this horny, oversexed girl who was 17 years my junior. After a years long drought of sexual activity, my oasis was finally on the horizon.

I booked a hotel room for the Saturday night. My wife and I had decided previously that we wouldn't bring other people home while we sorted out the details of the separation. Besides, she had always indicated that significant age differences in couples disgusted her (she's actually slightly older than I am, 2 yrs). There was no way that bringing an 18 year old home was going to happen.

She kissed me as soon as we met. We made out the whole way up to the hotel room. She didn't seem concerned about onlookers at all, though I was very conscious of it. When we got into the room I ate her pussy for what must have been half an hour. It sounds cliched, but I swear to god she tasted like honey. Her pussy was breathtaking: so neat, small and unbelievably tight. As I slipped my index finger inside, I could barely believe how tightly her pussy was gripping my single finger. I wasn't sure I'd ever felt a pussy this tight before, even when I was younger and fucking young girls.

As she changed position and got on all fours, my jaw dropped. Her ass was a miracle. It was disproportionately large compared to her body, but in a way that shook my primal, biological desire to reproduce to it's very core. A huge fucking ass that was as smooth as the rest of her skin and tight as a fucking drum. I told her to hold that position as I took a moment to regain my composure and inspect it from all angles. I mean, I considered myself a boob-man, but this ass converted me on the spot. The way that her massive, oversized-yet-perfectly-toned ass tapered off into a tiny waist could only be compared to a hentai or sexy comic book character. I asked her flat-out "what the fuck is up with your ass? It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever laid eyes on". She giggled as she told me that it was a partly due to genetics (her mother also had a freakishly large ass), and partly due to the fact that she'd been squatting for hours a week after being inspired by several of the big-booty girls on Instagram a year ago.

I couldn't resist. I licked every inch of her ass several times over. I sucked on it, I bit it. And then, I spanked it as hard as I could, with each strike producing a loud "crack" and an excruciatingly sexy, high pitched moan.

She wanted to suck my cock but I needed to fuck that pussy NOW. I slipped a condom onto my rock hard cock and told her to stay on all fours. I groaned loudly as I pushed myself into her with genuine difficulty. This pussy was so fucking tight that there was no way that my mind could allow another thought to enter it. I was suddenly locked in an intense struggle to not blow my load immediately. I closed my eyes as I allowed myself to be consumed by the sensation of this unbelievably tight, 18 year old pussy. "It's so fucking tight" I stammered, among other obscenities. As she gasped in pleasure, she said something about wanting her pussy to have a "death-grip" and that she'd been somehow exercising it. If I wasn't experiencing irrefutable proof of it, I may not have believed her. This was definitely a death-grip.

I managed a couple of dozen pumps before I opened my eyes and looked down. The combination of the visual of her enormous ass in front of me, along with the sensation of the tightness of her pussy was almost too much. I knew that if I kept looking at her ass while I fucked her from behind I wouldn't last much longer. And I didn't want this to end. This was everything I'd fantasized about, and so much more. Somehow, I'd ended up balls deep in the most perfect 18 year old slut in the goddamn universe. I was about to close my eyes to concentrate on not cumming when she looked back over her shoulder to glance at me, her face revealing pure ecstacy. Her amazingly sexy grey eyes caught the light, and it was too much for me to take. I bellowed loudly as I thrust into her, emptying myself into the straining condom. I couldn't have lasted more than 3 or 4 minutes at most.

I fucked her three more times. Thankfully, I lasted longer the subsequent times. The final time, I was pounding her harder than I'd ever fucked anyone before while she called me "daddy" over and over again. The whole time I felt intoxicated, not just by the raw sensations of sex but by the fact that this girl was so fucking perfect that it felt like I was fucking a figment of my imagination that had suddenly sprung to life. I'd never experienced anything like it before.

Anyway, on the Sunday we had another phone conversation, though this one a little shorter and less intense. We talked about the feasibility of making this a long-term thing. We agreed that the significant age gap would make things difficult for us. We talked some scenarios through and decided that we should start off with a "secret friends with benefits" arrangement for the time-being, and then seeing where it goes from there. For now, I'm looking forward to seeing her again this weekend.

Edit: I've had a lot of requests for photos. She doesn't know about this post, and after thinking it over I've decided that it wouldn't be cool of me to post or share photos of her without her permission. Our relationship is young though, so if it turns out she's into it then you guys will be the first to know :-)

I've also had a lot of requests for more stories about this girl. Because the end of the story was literally last weekend there isn't much else to tell. However if anything else happens that is worth writing about, I'll make a new post.