The CoWorker Chronicles (Formerly SpiderDICK): The Saga REALLY Begins. (Part 2 of 12, M/F, a lot of insertion) | 2016

Quick disclaimer. I actually think Part One of this series was better written than the immensely popular (for me anyways) "Sex with a Former Friend's Sister," but I think the name caused most of the downvotes. That was funny to me, but we're here for sex, not humor. So I'll rename this series, and I did.

In the last part, I basically met this absolutely stunning chick and (not her real name, but what we're calling her) Julia was a bored fiance/housewife who had a thing for me. Obviously it was reciprocated or else we wouldn't be talking about this here. But we met, hung out and I ended up getting a blowjob in a secluded area of a local park. I'm sorry to disappoint those who may live vicariously through other's sexual exploits, but that's probably as ballsy as you're going to read.

I'm a novelist who is trying to get published, so I'm used to feeling strongly about a story, only to lose faith in it. This will be a twelve-parter, so to prevent writer's block/boredness, I am going to write other stories in between. I'm going to give a few suggestions, and when I wake up (I live in New York and work third shift, so this is bedtime for me), I will write the subject that gets the most votes in the comments. Now, the way I want it to work is that the first person will comment what they want to read, and if you agree, just upvote the comment, and if you want to read something else, comment it. Your choices are: My first interracial encounter, The time I accidentally fucked my best friend's girlfriend and sleeping with my high school crush's sister.

Without further adieu, let's get to the CoWorker Chronicles.

For those who read part one, sadly, the ride home from the park did not involve any sex whatsoever. We kissed again, and we parted. My ex noticed her perfume on me, and I was in an abusive relationship, so I lied about where I was, and while she didn't buy it, she didn't press the subject. (A quick note, the sex with me and her was AMAZING. But because of the emotional duress she put me through, I will probably eventually write about our first time and that is it.)

That night was the NFL Draft. I had a bunch of friends over, and we bought beer and liquor (underage drinking...yep). That night was particularly rough on me. We got belligerently drunk and I went through my coffee table, but the worst was yet to come.

Julia texted me at midnight and my ex read the text. I woke up to a punch to the face, a phone in the fishtank and a fresh police report. I had her kicked out, I went and bought a new phone and I fell back asleep.

The issue with all of this was that I now had to explain a limp in my back AND a black eye. Of course, at the time, I was afraid to admit to anybody just how bad things with that girl were.

But Julia knew. Right away she knew. Julia wasn't a fat girl. She was 175, but to this day, I still don't believe it. All of that must've been in her ass and tits, because she didn't have a inch of fat on her otherwise. My boss made us sit on opposite sides today, knowing we would pass notes, but she figured that was better than having the whole floor complain about us.

Manwhore and I talked about the first round of the draft. I'm an Eagles fan, and I LOVED our first round selection, Fletcher Cox. Loved him in college, and he has lived up to the hype. Rubbed it in his face, and he shrugged and walked away. I told him when he asked first, and later told everybody that I was hung over and my friends and I get crazy when we drink, which was partially true.

But as I said, she knew better. She sent me a note (phones weren't allowed in the office) saying she'd kill my ex for me. To this day, I don't know if she meant it. But I smiled, drew a smiley face and told her to take my lunch with me. I called HR, told them she was gonna take her lunch with me (they loved me so they didn't care), and that we may go a little over. They knew we were friends, so they didn't care. (Another quick note, the amount of time it took for us to be friends was very short, I am aware. Everybody just knew the spark was there, before we did even I guess. I don't know.)

We went on lunch, and, in one of my most vulnerable moments, I started weeping as I went to her car. I admitted that my ex (who will be called Bitch from this point onward) hit me after reading her text, and that I needed to get a new phone (which I already did), because she destroyed mine.

I hugged her. To this day, that was still probably the most meaningful hug I've ever had. I needed it bad, and I was in the arms of the one person I wanted to see at the time. She told me that she wouldn't let it happen again, and she broke the hug. And we kissed.

And we kissed some more. Eventually, her hands started moving. I still wanted her badly from yesterday, and while I was hurting, my dick certainly wasn't. She started jerking my dick off right there in her car in the middle of the parking lot.

After about five minutes of the wet handjob she was giving me, she started going down on me, but I stopped her. She looked up with the cutest pouty face I have ever seen, and I simply told her that it was too crowded.

We drove to a secluded area about three blocks away, in a parking lot of an old, run-down building. The second that the brakes hit and she turned off the car, she jumped out. I started getting out, and she pulled me out and started making out with me in the parking lot.

This is where I have to get into what she was wearing. She had on a knee-length skirt, a VERY low cut top (which was a company violation, but she had somewhere around D cups. Nobody complained but the flatchested women) and some flats on. No bra, and no panties. This girl knew what she was doing when she got up for work this morning. No doubt about it.

I say all of that to say this. My dick was still poking out of my dress pants. She had me pushed up against the side of her car and my dick made contact with her pussy through the skirt. She started pushing on it.

I couldn't even get the phrase "you have a skirt on" out before she threw me away from her car and opened the door. Then, shit changed. She gave me the SEXIEST "come here" look I have ever received. It was my turn to get physical.

I jumped into the backseat of her car (I'm not a car person. If I had to guess, it was a Ford Focus) and, in one motion, I hiked her skirt up and stuck my dick fully inside of her. She was TIGHT (not nearly as tight as my former friend's sister, but to that point, probably the tightest I've ever had). Maybe two fingers would have fit, but she was sopping wet. This poor woman was probably horny since the day before.

I slid all the way in, with the only resistance being her natural tightness. I have never felt a girl that wet in my life. We fucked missionary, with her legs wrapped around my back, for at least 15 minutes, my mind (and my dick) lost in the wonderful bliss of her pussy.

Finally, I snapped to my senses, and realized I was about to bust. I was so lost in my own happiness that I didn't even realize how loud she was. We were in the parking lot, but it was covered by trees and the building. The only way we would have been seen would have been if someone pulled in to the driveway. But that doesn't mean we couldn't be HEARD. She moaned, screamed and fucked like a pornstar. I realized in that moment just how rough it was. She came from how it felt several times and I was unrelenting. Even though her pussy must have been on fire, she still whimpered when I took my dick out.

I did what any single father with one love child that has career ambitions greater than a call center would do. I asked if she was on the pill. She said no, but she grabbed her purse from beside us (she kept her purse on the floor in her backseat at all times, don't really know why) and pulled out the plan B pill.

Now, this chick had an ass. An amazing one. I wish I had a picture of that ass in jeans. I think I have a pantie covered one, but in jeans, her ass looked like Kim Kardashian's all day, except even more round and not with a 12 inch black dick shoved up it. I wanted that ass.

Unfortunately, she was not into anal. So I settled for doggystyle. Not a word was said after I asked about anal. At this point, we only had about twenty minutes left, and while I told HR we would be late, I didn't want to be, as I had a week left before I hit tenure for the client, and I was close to the termination level.

I fucked her hard from behind. It was very generic hardcore doggystyle sex, but doggystyle is my favorite by far. Other than the absolutely amazing moaning and whining she did, we didn't say a word. Finally, I broke the literary silence by screaming "Damn, Julia, I'm about to bust in this tight pussy!!!"

She squirted on my dick, and I lost it. I blew what felt like a Texas-sized load into her snatch. Spent, we laid there for five minutes of eternity and just held each other. I realized in that moment, I wanted to be with this woman.

This is where Part 2 ends. Next, there will be more character building, and it will end with the second most thrilling bout of sex I have ever had. But keep in mind our living situations, that comes up soon, in the CoWorker Chronicles, Part 3!

On a last side note, Part 1 did get downvoted a lot. I would love feedback. I would like to know what I can possibly do to improve this story. Be mean, be rude, I can take criticism. But I won't let anybody claim that I am lying. Me and this woman bonded incredibly fast, and I miss her everyday, and this series in a large way is me trying to finally move past her. If this series keeps getting downvoted, I'm going to move on to something else. PM me, comment on this, and don't forget to comment/upvote the story you want to hear! Thanks!