1. Seducing my Best Friend and Co-worker, Steve


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    parking lot. I looked at my watch and it was a few minutes past one. I knew instinctively, that was not enough time to collar a conquest. “Do you have anything to drink at your place?” I asked. “You know I do,” Steve responded. “Can I spend the night?” I asked. “Sure,” Steve responded. He had no idea how bad I needed a stiff dick. I had teased Steve on many occasions, but on this night, I was not in a teasing mood. I needed a cock and I didn’t care where I would find one. Steve seemed like as good a conquest as any. I just hoped I wouldn’t regret my decision. As we stepped into Steve’s tiny apartment, I excused myself to his bathroom. I looked into the mirror over his sink. I was a mess, but a hot mess. Steve had seen me in worse shape, so I brushed back my hair and wiped away the mascara smudges under my eyes. I applied a light coating of pink lip gloss, thinking, “ What the heck, I might as well as make something attractive .” I unbuttoned the uniform shirt a couple of buttons and slipped out of my work slacks. I slipped my hand down to my coochie. I was clean shaven and bare, but just wanted to do the required check. I was still horny and could hardly contain myself. I stepped barefoot out of Steve’s bathroom, my shirt tail barely covering my ass. Steve was in the kitchen, when I stepped over and silently sat on his couch, stretching out my legs, my coochie barely covered. “Why don’t you get com- for -ta- ble?” Steve remarked, his final word breaking up into parts, with ...
    pauses, as he looked over and saw me stretched out on the couch. “Never mind.” Steve sat a bottle of spicy cinnamon schnapps on the coffee table in front of the couch on which I was situated, along with two shot glasses. I loved cinnamon-flavored schnapps and Steve knew it. We had gotten drunk together on it, on many occasions. He poured us each a shot and we touched shot glasses. “Here’s to getting drunk,” Steve toasted, settling down on the hardwood floor right next to the couch where I was stationed. “Here’s to getting fucked up,” I replied. I pulled my white shirt up just enough to remind Steve I was pantiless. He looked at my shaved coochie and smiled. It was now or never. “Would you rape me if I asked you to?” I asked. “If you asked,” he replied, “It wouldn’t be a rape.” “OK,” I replied, spreading my legs slightly, “Would you fuck me, if I asked you to?” “Are you asking?” He asked. “Maybe,” I replied. Steve laughed. “We have been here so many times and you always cut me off,” Steve replied. “Why would tonight be any different?” “Because I’m fucking horny, you dweeb!” I shot back. Steve laughed. “So am I,” he replied, “but you know and I know . . .” I didn’t let him finish his statement. I ripped open my white shirt, the buttons popping off the fabric and bouncing off the coffee table, spinning as they hit the hardwood floor. Both of us watched as one of the buttons spun in a circle and came to rest against a leg of the coffee table. I sat up and grabbed him by his head, ...
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