Dirty Co-Worker Taboo: Unforgettable Sex at the Company Retreat

Claire had always tried to avoid mixing work and pleasure, especially with someone as cocky as Ryan. But the annual company retreat at the lakeside lodge had a different energy. Maybe it was the way the moonlight danced through her open cabin window, or the whiskey still burning in her veins from the evening social. Whatever it was, when she passed Ryan’s door at midnight, she hesitated. She could hear laughter—a couple of coworkers inside, a card game winding down. But when she peered in, Ryan's gaze caught hers, smoldering and hungry.

Ryan—broad-shouldered, crisp brown hair, a rugged jawline shadowed with stubble—flashed her a slow, wicked grin. He wore just a tight, white undershirt and soft flannel pants. Claire, all curves in a clingy tank top and shorts, felt heat rush between her legs when he looked at her like that. God. She’d imagined him, more than once: bare, pressed against her, his strong hands gripping her hips.

When the others left, their eyes lingered on each other, tension thick and electric. Silent challenge. Ryan stepped closer, his scent—oak, sweat, whiskey—overwhelming. "You're not going to bed yet, are you, Claire?"

She summoned a smirk. "Not if you’re offering something worth staying for."

He crowded her against the wall so fast her breath caught. His hand fisted in her hair, tugged her head gently back, exposing her throat. His lips grazed her earlobe, his voice a filthy whisper. "I can’t stop thinking about bending you over my desk."

Claire's nipples went hard beneath her top. She felt her pussy throb, wetness pooling instantly. "What’s stopping you now, Ryan?"

He growled, mouth crashing onto hers. Hot, brutal, desperate. Tongues tangling, teeth nipping. She whined when his hand palmed her breast, squeezing, thumb flicking her nipple through the thin fabric. She pressed her hips forward, grinding her ass into his cock, already thick and hard beneath flimsy pajama pants.

She spun, shoving him onto the bed. He landed with a grunt, eyes smoldering, chest rising and falling fast. Claire yanked off her top, spilling her big, soft tits. Ryan’s gaze devoured her, breathless. She straddled him, grinding her wet pussy along his cock, feeling him pulse, desperate beneath her.

Ryan hooked his thumbs under her shorts, dragging them down her thighs, baring her soaked pussy. He slid two thick fingers between her folds, groaning at how wet she was. He rubbed her clit, slow and dirty, watching her come undone. "You’re fucking soaked, Claire. You want my cock this bad?"

She moaned, rocked on his hand, grinding her clit against his skillful fingers. "I want it so fucking deep. Fill me ‘til I can’t think straight."

He flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. His mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping, tongue circling. Her toes curled. His cock pressed against her slit, hot and thick.

“Beg for it," he rasped.

“Please, Ryan. Fuck me. Split me open with that cock. I want to feel you pounding me, filling me up."

He slid inside, thick and slow. Claire gasped, back arching, nails digging into the sheets. He stretched her wide, every inch driving her crazier. He started thrusting—slow, deep, letting her feel every throb, every ridge. The cabin filled with lewd wet sounds, her pussy dripping, taking him to the hilt.

Ryan looked down, watching his cock disappear into her greedy pussy again and again. "You love this, don’t you? Such a dirty fucking slut for your co-worker."

“All for you. I’ve been aching for this, Ryan. Harder, please."

He obliged, pistoning harder. His hips slapped her ass, their bodies slick with sweat. He bent and captured her mouth, swallowing her cries as he drove into her. She came—hard—her pussy clamping down, milking him, wetness gushing down his length.

Ryan didn’t slow. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up. He grabbed her hair, pulled her back onto his cock, fucking her from behind. She sobbed with pleasure, knees shaking. He spanked her ass, making her clench around him. "Such a tight little pussy. Goddamn."

He let go, both hands gripping her hips, pounding into her so hard the headboard thudded the wall. Claire’s moans turned feral. "Yes, fuck me just like that! Use me, Ryan!"

He reached down, fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, and she exploded, her orgasm ripping cries from her throat. She didn’t care if anyone heard. She wanted them to. Wanted everyone to know how good he fucked her.

Ryan pulled out, breath ragged. "On your knees, Claire. Open that pretty mouth."

She obeyed, dropping to the floor. His cock bobbed, red and slick with her juices. Ryan slid his thick shaft between her lips. She took him deep, gagging a little as she swallowed him all the way, one hand jerking the base, the other cupping his heavy balls.

“Fuck, you look so good choking on my cock. You want my cum in your mouth, baby?”

She moaned, drool dripping down her chin. "Yes, please. Fill my throat. I want it all."

He fucked her mouth hard, tip slamming her throat, his hands in her hair. With a guttural snarl, he held her down and came—hot, thick ropes of cum painting her tongue, flooding her mouth. She swallowed, licking every drop, eyes wicked with satisfaction.

Ryan slumped back on the bed, sated and grinning. Claire crawled up beside him, smirking. “Guess I’ll be looking forward to more retreats."

He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. “Count on it.”