The Difficult Colleague

Good evening everyone. I'm tempted to share with you one of the experiences I recently went through, because I really enjoy the idea of sharing with you some things that not many people know, for reasons I'll explain.

My name is Giorgos, 27 years old, and I live and work as an executive at a well-known company. Appearance-wise, I'm just an average guy—1.79m tall, 82kg, dark-haired. At some point, I had the pleasure of meeting Marina, a dark-haired girl, quite beautiful, with a normal build—just a few pinchable bits around the edges (which don't bother me at all)—but her real asset is her face and that amazing smile.

She's the boss's niece who transferred here to join the management department. That didn't discourage me as much as the fact that she was in a relationship with some guy and had eyes for no other men. Before I even tried my luck, the prospects looked bleak. Still, whenever I saw her, I'd subtly flirt, careful not to get myself into trouble either because of her uncle or because of her relationship. I noticed she liked me approaching her "discreetly," but that was it.

About five months after I first met her, I started noticing her slowly changing her attitude and becoming more friendly. She drove me crazy—this proper, seemingly untouched girl, with that "never been touched" aura. Something told me she was hiding a lot. I wanted her, and I was determined to seize the opportunity. Every time I saw her, she turned me on with her coyness and demeanor, and I tried to hide my excitement—unsuccessfully. She had decided to drive me crazy. Just when I thought I was fully on the offensive, little Marina, as if coached by Otto Rehhagel himself, started her counterattacks—full of innuendos, leaving me anything but indifferent. In fact, one day she drove me so wild that I ended up pretending to be her date for her birthday party. She was wearing a tight, arousing little dress (with a front slit) that accentuated her figure, and a shirt that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—though nothing too explicit. Discreet, yet fatally tempting.

That day, it happened we had a meeting with her and two other colleagues. I was sitting right across from her, and she had decided to play with her feet. I tried not to stare, but let's face it—we all have urges. She noticed, and kept provoking me. I wanted to take her right then and there, but what kind of luck was that? If anyone caught us, we'd be screwed. At the end of the meeting, as we were getting up to leave, she pretended her pen had fallen and bent over, pressing her ass against my crotch. My cock was already rock hard, fully erect. The look she gave me when she turned around—I'll never forget it. From strict and proper, she had turned into a wild woman. I couldn't believe it! After that, I went straight to the bathroom to jerk off, dedicating my first corporate handjob to her. Coming out of the restroom, I was determined to demand we go out. I didn't care about anything else. The signs were clear—I believed.

She didn't say no. Soon—though not that same day, since her uncle was taking her out for dinner—I went to pick her up. I felt uneasy, because apart from the innuendos, nothing concrete had been said to assure me I wouldn't mess up and end up exposed. I didn't want to ruin my image with her uncle, but I desperately wanted to ruin his niece.

The moment we met, I took her hand and kissed her tenderly, whispering in her ear that she'd driven me crazy all these days. She simply smiled and kept walking toward the car. On the way, she started talking about workplace relationships, saying we should be careful, yet admitting she'd enjoyed my flirting all along—but she wanted to see if I was just trying to get her into bed, or if I genuinely liked her. Of course, I told her the fairy tale—because honestly, I wasn't thinking of anything other than getting her into bed. I'd been scored on by a counterattack, and now I had to go all-in. Slowly, I started steering the conversation toward sex and positions, and I could see she liked it. Meanwhile, as we talked, she'd let her shirt slip, revealing her breasts—relatively small, but with huge nipples. I thought about grabbing her and biting those nipples, but I held back. I knew I'd score. I took her to a bar in Kolonaki for drinks and started warming her up. My hand discreetly moved around her, caressing her ass. At first, she resisted, but as soon as she felt my hard cock rubbing against her leg, she let out a moan and pressed herself against me. All I could think about were her nipples—I was obsessed, desperate to bite them. I unbuttoned one button of her shirt and slid my hand over her breast. The sensation of her erect nipple, and the fact that this was happening in a crowded place, turned me on completely. She seemed lost in arousal—she grabbed my cock and started squeezing it. I kept whispering sweet nothings, telling her how turned on she made me, how crazy I was for her. Without much delay, she told me to pay up and pulled me toward the car.

I drove to a secluded spot and took off her shirt. The moonlight fell on her half-naked body, highlighting her nipples. I'd never seen such nipples before. I started caressing her pussy, licking and kissing her nonstop. She was still wearing her panties, but her wetness had already soaked my hand. She was so wet that my fingers slid in easily. Slowly, I started fingering her, gradually pushing in more and more fingers.

The arousal had completely taken over her—I didn't even recognize her anymore. I wanted to drive her wild with lust and then fuck her, but I wasn't sure I could last. A couple of cars passed by, but she didn't even notice. I threw myself on top of her, covering her body, and she bit me like a wild animal. "Don't stop at all," she said. "I want to feel you inside me, tearing me apart." My arousal was at its peak, but I still wanted to tease her a little longer. I started licking her pussy with mastery—my tongue alternately tormenting her clit and exploring her mouth. I let her feel my cock, now fully erect—18cm, please—right against her feet. She was completely wild, commanding me, "Don't leave me like this. Give me your huge cock." I loved it. I was going to score in the 105th minute with a golden goal and leave her speechless, I thought. After making her shiver and cum twice from my licking and touching, I started driving toward my place. I wanted to take her so badly, but I held back. My cock ached with arousal for this girl, but I wanted to nail her by surprise. On the way, she played with my cock, leaned over, and started sucking it. It was already dripping with pre-cum. We arrive at her house and she leads me to the bedroom. But before she even manages to take two steps from the front door, I grab her and pin her against the wall. She doesn't resist much—she can't even imagine that I'm going to fuck her right there on the living room floor. She tries to guide me toward the bedroom, but I don't want that. I yank her little skirt up violently and spread her legs wide open. I'm so hard that I start fucking her nonstop for about half an hour—hard and merciless. She enjoys it, even though it hurts her at first. Our bodies reek of sweat and cock. The things I say next are unbelievable. I love talking while I fuck and watching her struggle, but I don't stop. I want her to become my whore, in every sense of the word. I thrust in and out with such force that my knees are raw from rubbing against the floor, and I think they might start bleeding. Marina seemed like she'd never truly been fucked like this before, and she was drunk from the way I treated her. Probably, she couldn't believe herself that she was doing this in such a way. What followed was something else entirely—we fucked in every corner of the house before I finally took her to her parents' bedroom. There, after she'd come countless times and I'd already fucked her five times in three or four hours, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You've made me a whore, and I want you to do whatever you want to me..."

What came next was insane, especially since I managed to catch her off guard like that. Her appetite had awakened, and the game got rougher.

I'll tell you the rest another time. This story has already gotten quite long. Thank you for your time, and I'm looking forward to your comments. See you later...