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I didn’t intend to write any further. Karma doesn’t interest me. I only wrote to get this secret off my chest. However, I didn’t expect it to feel this liberating nor did I think it would generate so much interest. A lot of people kept asking about details so… here you go.

I am not a good person. I understand if this story upsets you. Judge me if you want.

All the parts of this story will be written in the third person. For this part, they had just met at work. One of them was engaged to be married. I may be he. I may be she. It doesn’t matter.

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The office was a mildewed bedroom sized mess that had been home to many different scam centers in previous years. When they met, it was a financial services center. The work itself was mundane and felt like a scam, as the training was rudimentary and the materials were photocopied out of some high school textbook. They had both applied at the same time as trainers. They were desperate as jobs were scarce.

He was tall and so was she. But that’s pretty much all they had in common. For every ounce of seriousness she had, he possessed a pound of free-spiritedness. He dressed as he woke while she styled like the best of them. However, despite her outward appearance, she had the quiet confidence of a mouse; meanwhile, even though he was an unshaven mess on the outside, he had the arrogance of a young lion. They locked eyes. For a split second, both of them dismissed the other. Then it started.

They stared at each others’ legs. He, directly at her crotch. She, for the moment, nowhere interesting, but would later admit the same. They locked eyes again. Intent. Thoughts. Questions. In his mind, her lips were already around his penis. After all, when she smiled, her lips reached almost to her ears. On her end, all she could think about was how big he was. She was told long ago by her trusted friends that height was directly proportionate to size.

But the spell was broken only a moment later. Work. We’re here to work. And both of them knew it was wrong. One of them was engaged to get married. And so the hours plodded by. Then the days. They barely talked. Neither one was willing to make any move whatsoever. There was tension in the air and the other employees could sense it and did their best to push the two together like a pack of hungry hyenas searching for gossip. One night, they were assigned to close up shop.

As they locked the glass door, carefully avoiding touching each other, one of them, I can’t remember who, said casually, “you want to have a drink?” The other nodded. They sat at a simple outdoor kiosk as it was the only place left open late at night. She wasn’t much of a drinker. He was, but he casually pretended not to notice. They talked about nothing. Conversations about meaningless things. He liked her dress. She liked his… hair? He’s only dated short girls but tall ones turned him on more. She said “me too”. Then they talked about meaningful things. “Do you like kissing?”, “Yeah, are you a good kisser?”, “I could prove it, ha ha ha.”

She kept glancing down at his crotch. She was extremely curious about what he had in there but of course, as she had to keep up her innocent façade, she couldn’t ask him anything about it. But her legs were squirming under the table. He kept staring at her lips. Always her lips. And they made him hard and irrational. The alcohol was winning when it started to rain. One of them, I can’t remember who, said, “why don’t you stay overnight at my place”, to which the reply was a simple “yes”. Because y’know, it was raining.

There was one bed. They lay several feet apart like an innocent brother and sister and said goodnight without another word. Perhaps the bravado had worn off or the nervous chemicals had kicked in or perhaps they finally realized that what they were doing was just plain wrong. Then the lights went off. She held her breath. He held his. Minutes passed. Then one of them remembered their conversation while they were drinking. “Hey, didn’t you say you would ‘prove’ it?” They looked at each other. The tension broke. They kissed.

But it was a very friendly kiss. As they broke off, he shook his head and she held up a finger. They kissed again. This time, with intent. The kiss said “I want to fuck you” as their tongues met. He then absurdly asked permission to take off her shirt. Then asked again to take off her shorts. Then asked again for her panties. She thought bras were unfashionable. But she did find the constant permission-seeking to be oddly sexy.

She was wet. The kind of wetness that only occurs when you’re truly and madly into someone regardless of the immorality of it. He felt her tight. As a result, he became afraid that he would hurt her and so used his fingers one by one to gently pry away her hesitation. Within moments, she came. But he kept digging into her with one hand and covering her mouth with the other while licking her nipples. She came again. But he wouldn’t stop kissing her neck and ears. She was afraid. She didn’t want to embarrass herself. She shook her head. Then her legs shook. The entire world shook.

As she struggled in his grip, she had unconsciously laid her hand on his underwear. He was bigger than she expected and a wave of fear came over her. Not enormous. Perhaps above average, but bigger than any she’s ever experienced. He sensed her fear and shushed her. Despite his desperate desire and his overwhelming urge to rip her apart, he calmed her down and put her hand away. “It’s okay”, he said. No, it’s not okay, she thought.

She grabbed his balls. He shivered. They were more sensitive than the average guy’s. She licked his ear and whispered, “I want you to cum too”. But she shared the same fear he had and silently agreed that intercourse wasn’t on the table for that night. Unlike him, however, she didn’t feel the need to ask for permission. She sucked his head. He had never felt such softness and he had never felt being swallowed whole. Her hands never left his testicles. But when she lashed her tongue against them, he couldn’t hold on anymore. He said “Ugh”, and she understood. She went over to kiss him fully in the lips as his cum splattered all over the shirt he never took off.

They lay in silence. Then they remembered. One of them was due to get married. They struggled with the guilt as they fell asleep. They had work the next day.

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Note: Yes, I’m not a good person. No need to remind me. Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it and wish to read more, let me know.

NSFW: yes

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