Two days ago at work a coworker forced herself upon me. That sounds violent, but it was actually awesome. Pure awesome.
She and I were closing together, and while we were making a trip to the stockroom she gave me a blowjob. There was no arguing with her, she wanted my cock in her mouth. I did not, by the way, try to argue with her. Here's how it went down... er... she went down. Anyway:
This coworker — we'll call her Elena — has flirted with me since we started working together, and I won't say I haven't reciprocated. She's totally hot: tall (taller than me — I'm 6'1"), blonde, gorgeous and long-limbed, with medium bouncy tits and a nice ass. I've always been animalistically attracted to her, eating up her flirty glances and generous body contact. She'd squeeze past me, rubbing her breasts against my arm, sarcastically saying, "Oh god, I'm so sorry about that." I always held out hope that we'd someday hook up.
On Tuesday, as the door swung shut behind us in the stockroom, Elena pushed me against a stack of boxes and told me with a smirk to follow her orders. She kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tight long body against mine, grabbing my hair. She told me she wanted my cock in her mouth, and that she was going to go ahead and make that happen. Before I had a chance to say anything she was on her knees looking up at me, still smirking, running her hand from my chest down to my cock, which had sprung to life the second she pushed me against the boxes. She undid my belt, opened my jeans, and pulled me out of my boxers — all with a hungry look on her face.