Straight Male / 57
My Co-worker Was A Freak.
Several years ago, as I was going through my divorce. I had found an old co-worker online on a social media site snd we started catching up. I had mentored her when she was a supervisor and I was a senior ops manager.
Not sure how the topic came up, but we started talking about our past relationships and such. She was divorced from another supervisor from my old work place and she started telling me how she had wanted me for so long. She had a going away party for a fellow supervisor moving to another province and we all got together to say goodbye. She told me that at the party she was ready to dump her the BF and fuck my brains out. I was still married at the time snd that is why she did not make a move.
We finally decided that since we were both single, I would drive the two hours to the city she lived in and go see her.
When I pulled into her driveway she came out to greet me wearing thigh high “fuck me boots”, a short leather skirt and a very low cut top that showed off her impressive tits. Quite different from the conservative business attire I was used to seeing her in.
We were both nervous and hugged. She took me inside and we had a light dinner. Finally, after we ate and she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher I decided what the hell, we both know why I am there. I got up from the table, walked up behind her, placed my hands on her hips, spun her around and kissed her deeply. That is all it took and she melted like butter in my hands.
We headed to the bedroom and continued to make out while undressing each other. When I had her down to her panties, she said to me “I want you to know I like it rough”. That made my dick even harder than it already was.
This chick really was a freak; she had hospital bed restraints, ball gags, hand and ankle cuffs along with other fun things.
I did things to this woman I could have only imagined; spanking, slapping, choking (well actually not cutting off her airway, but squeezing the arteries on either side of her neck while she was cumming which made het pass out) , degrading her with dirty names and such. She was every guy’s dream girl; smart, funny, sexy and loved fucking. The only thing was that she was getting me concerned was that she was pushing the limits more and more every time we hooked up. She also told me that she was an anal virgin and wanted me to be the first to fuck her ass. Whether that was true or not, I did not care and plowed that ass several times.
I started to get concerned when one night I was spanking her with my heavy leather belt and she rolled over and asked me to spank her all over, including her face. When I did get to her face, I held her down by her throat and gently brought the belt across her face. She said “harder”. I want a little harder. She again said “harder”, so I went a little harder. I then told her that I was not comfortable using my belt across her face like that. My hand, sure, but not the heavy leather belt. Things started to get out of hand after that. She was asking for rougher sex and I actually had feeling got this woman and told her I did not want to hurt her like that. She told me she loved me and wanted me to do with her whatever I wanted.
I had been pushed to my comfort limit, but she wanted it rougher. I finally ended it. She went bananas, did everything she could to get me back; cried, begged, pleaded, threatened to have bikers she knew beat me up and so on. I told her we were done.
2 months later a mutual friend told me she was in the hospital. When I asked why, they said a guy she had started hooking up with hurt her pretty bad; a couple of broken ribs, multiple bruises and contusions, and a few other things that I forget. I felt bad for her and started blaming myself for getting her hurt. If I had stayed maybe I could have had her tone down a bit or meet her half way. If I hadn’t left her she would have never hooked up with that guy (who was a firefighter by the way). The guilt was pretty heavy for a while. My best friend finally told me that she was an adult and responsible for her own actions and that I had nothing to feel guilty about.
I realized he was right and the guilty feeling started to go away.
Later on I also find out she was on several types of medications. I asked nurse friend what they were (I had gotten the names of the meds) and was told they were heavy duty anti-psychotics and anti-depressants.
Every once in a while I will feel bad for leaving her, but then I remind myself that she was bat shit crazy and I dodged a bullet.
Not sure how the topic came up, but we started talking about our past relationships and such. She was divorced from another supervisor from my old work place and she started telling me how she had wanted me for so long. She had a going away party for a fellow supervisor moving to another province and we all got together to say goodbye. She told me that at the party she was ready to dump her the BF and fuck my brains out. I was still married at the time snd that is why she did not make a move.
We finally decided that since we were both single, I would drive the two hours to the city she lived in and go see her.
When I pulled into her driveway she came out to greet me wearing thigh high “fuck me boots”, a short leather skirt and a very low cut top that showed off her impressive tits. Quite different from the conservative business attire I was used to seeing her in.
We were both nervous and hugged. She took me inside and we had a light dinner. Finally, after we ate and she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher I decided what the hell, we both know why I am there. I got up from the table, walked up behind her, placed my hands on her hips, spun her around and kissed her deeply. That is all it took and she melted like butter in my hands.
We headed to the bedroom and continued to make out while undressing each other. When I had her down to her panties, she said to me “I want you to know I like it rough”. That made my dick even harder than it already was.
This chick really was a freak; she had hospital bed restraints, ball gags, hand and ankle cuffs along with other fun things.
I did things to this woman I could have only imagined; spanking, slapping, choking (well actually not cutting off her airway, but squeezing the arteries on either side of her neck while she was cumming which made het pass out) , degrading her with dirty names and such. She was every guy’s dream girl; smart, funny, sexy and loved fucking. The only thing was that she was getting me concerned was that she was pushing the limits more and more every time we hooked up. She also told me that she was an anal virgin and wanted me to be the first to fuck her ass. Whether that was true or not, I did not care and plowed that ass several times.
I started to get concerned when one night I was spanking her with my heavy leather belt and she rolled over and asked me to spank her all over, including her face. When I did get to her face, I held her down by her throat and gently brought the belt across her face. She said “harder”. I want a little harder. She again said “harder”, so I went a little harder. I then told her that I was not comfortable using my belt across her face like that. My hand, sure, but not the heavy leather belt. Things started to get out of hand after that. She was asking for rougher sex and I actually had feeling got this woman and told her I did not want to hurt her like that. She told me she loved me and wanted me to do with her whatever I wanted.
I had been pushed to my comfort limit, but she wanted it rougher. I finally ended it. She went bananas, did everything she could to get me back; cried, begged, pleaded, threatened to have bikers she knew beat me up and so on. I told her we were done.
2 months later a mutual friend told me she was in the hospital. When I asked why, they said a guy she had started hooking up with hurt her pretty bad; a couple of broken ribs, multiple bruises and contusions, and a few other things that I forget. I felt bad for her and started blaming myself for getting her hurt. If I had stayed maybe I could have had her tone down a bit or meet her half way. If I hadn’t left her she would have never hooked up with that guy (who was a firefighter by the way). The guilt was pretty heavy for a while. My best friend finally told me that she was an adult and responsible for her own actions and that I had nothing to feel guilty about.
I realized he was right and the guilty feeling started to go away.
Later on I also find out she was on several types of medications. I asked nurse friend what they were (I had gotten the names of the meds) and was told they were heavy duty anti-psychotics and anti-depressants.
Every once in a while I will feel bad for leaving her, but then I remind myself that she was bat shit crazy and I dodged a bullet.
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