My brother's fiancée

At work, I met this thin, blonde girl. She had great banter, was easy to talk to, and her presence just felt comfortable. One day, they asked us to pull a double night shift because of an excess of orders. Since you can’t say no at that job, most of the department was there.

As the hours went by, exhaustion started to set in. One by one, people fell asleep. I was still awake, but with her next to me, I didn’t feel sleepy… I felt something else. Those tight black leggings marked her ass in a way that made you want to bite it.

I started walking behind her, giving her little rubs. Until on one of those passes, my cock, already rock hard, dug right between her ass cheeks. She turned around and asked me in a low voice:

“Why are you doing that?”

“I have to keep walking around where I need to walk around.”

She looked at me for a second.

“Okay… but ask permission.”

I leaned close to her ear:

“Will you give me permission to take care of you on the table, against the wall, and on the chair?”

She nodded.

I grabbed her by the waist and took her behind some shelves. I pulled down her leggings along with her thong and pulled out my cock. Before putting it in, I turned her around and told her to kneel. She knelt down without a word. I put my cock against her lips, and she opened her mouth. She started sucking me slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm, looking at me as she took it all the way in. Her mouth was hot, and she knew exactly how to do it right. She blew me with spit, with hunger, until little moans escaped me.

When I was about to cum, I pulled her up, turned her around, and leaned her over the table. I spread her ass cheeks and licked her ass. I ran my tongue over her asshole slowly, pushing a little. She tasted sweet. Her legs went weak, and she let out a muffled moan when I pushed my tongue deeper inside. I licked her for a long while, savoring her, while she squirmed against the table.

Then I stood up, spat on my cock, and started pushing it into her. She was soaked. I fucked her hard, grabbing her hips, watching her ass bounce every time I drove all the way in. I turned her around, lifted her onto the table, and kept fucking her face to face. Then I pinned her against the wall, lifted one of her legs, and buried myself even deeper. Finally, I sat her on a chair, had her ride me reverse, and used her until we both ended up trembling and breathless.

That night, we did it all: she sucked me so good, I ate her ass (and it tasted sweet), and I fucked her on the table, against the wall, and on the chair.

We kept seeing each other in secret for a while longer, until I got transferred to another city. Before I left, I told my brother there was an opening where I worked and that he should drop by to see if he could get in. He went, applied, and got the job.

That’s where they met.

I completely disconnected. I changed my number, changed my life, and stopped all communication with her. Years went by.

One day, I got a message from my brother: an invitation to his wedding.

When I saw the bride’s name, the air left my lungs. It was her. The same thin blonde girl I had fucked that night, the same one who had sucked my cock with so much pleasure and whose ass I had licked while she squirmed on the table.

I went to the wedding. I saw her in white next to my brother. And while everyone congratulated the couple, I could only remember the sweet taste of her ass and the way she looked at me when she was blowing me.

Life’s ironies.