Alone at Work_(1) - Sex Stories

Alone at Work_(1)

It all started with a company Christmas party, every year everyone would all get together at a bar not far from our offices and get hammered. I was 19 at the time but was able to get in with the crowd of coworkers I went with. I had only been with the company just over 6 months and this was my first time really spending time with any of my coworkers outside the office.

I worked graveyard with a 3 other people, but I was the only female on shift. The guys were all great, but mostly in their mid 40s or older. The youngest guy there was 28 at the time and we hit it off right away. His name was Richard and even though he was 9 years older we had a lot in common, also I felt safe around him. He was 5'10" probably 200 lbs, dark hair, light eyes, and he seemed to always be smiling. He was a pervert like the rest of the guys but he didn't openly leer at my like the others did.

On weekends me and Richard worked alone a lot, and when we did we usually spent the night joking or talking about his family. This night at the Christmas party I'd been getting drinks slipped to me all night and I was pretty wasted fairly quickly. I hung out with Richard most of the night and we were both extremely flirty.

As the night went on he'd stand closer to me, touch me more often, and a few times he accidentally pressed his crotch against me as people moved around us in the crowded bar.

At the end of the night I was too drunk to drive and Richard offered to drive me home. The whole drive to my place I could feel his eyes on me, he told me how good I looked and told me if he wasn't married I'd be in trouble. I laughed it off and finally we were at my place. He dropped me off and nothing else happened.

After that night I noticed me and Richard would flirt more often, but still just harmless fun. A few months later we are working the weekend alone, and he's being a lot more aggressive than normal, standing close to me as we talked, blatantly eyeing me up and down, backing me against walls or corners subtly.

I was enjoying the attention but I knew it was wrong, he's a married man. I finally told him I had a lot to do and should get back to my desk, and that's when he moved in to kiss me. I turned away, and he lost it. He grabbed me by the hair pulled me over to my desk he called me a tease, he said I was always flirting and trying to get him worked up only to leave him hanging and he was tired of it.

He had a tight grip on my hair and was calling me a slut as he dragged me to my desk. I had tears in my eyes from the pain but the moment the word slut left his mouth I felt a pulse between my legs. Was I a slut for flirting with a married man? I definitely enjoyed it.

Soon as we got to my desk he cleared it off and shoved me face first against it. I felt the cold top of the desk pressing against my cheek and whimpered. Richard got behind me held me down with one hand and undid my jeans with the other before violently ripping them down.

I wasn't wearing ...