My Coworker Kim

I'm trying something different with this one. So far, I've written from the perspective of the narrator. But I wanted to dig into Kim and her thoughts and feelings about what is happening.

Let me know in the comments what you thought.

This story follows from the first few chapters of Sharing Kim. After the threesome, but before her gangbang.

It is told initially from Kim's perspective as she is left alone with Steve for the night. It then concludes from the narrators perspective as he returns the following morning.

TW: A description of historical sexual abuse in Chapter 3. You can skip that chapter and the story still flows reasonably well.

Thank you topamelacdnzas always for your invaluable input.

Chapter 1

I rarely thought about or used his real name these days. To me, he was just "daddy". Not in a creepy "family" way, that kind of thing made me drier than a desert. I'd started to read a few stories on that theme online but could not finish them. Instead, to me, he was "daddy" in a strong, supportive, caring and safe way. Someone I could truly be myself around, who could test me and push my limits but without breaking me. Who would take as much time caring for me as I needed after testing those limits. His wife, Ruby, had set us up at a work Christmas party and we'd fallen hard for each other.

Ben, my boyfriend, treats me like glass. He is afraid to push me, to do some of the things I want to try. Like the things that were done to me at the sex club.

"Gods, I still have dreams about that night."

Waking up with my thighs soaked as I remember how I was forced to have the best orgasm of my entire life, hanging by my arms in the basement surrounded by strangers.

Don't get me wrong, I love the way Ben treats me. But sometimes I need to be treated like a cheap whore. And Ben just cannot allow himself to do that.

Daddy, however. Oh my god! Sometimes, I am sure he just sees me as a set of holes for his enjoyment, and more recently that of his friends. And when I'm in that kind of mood, that gets me wetter than anything.

To top it off, I'm deeply in love with both of them. Losing either of them would bring my entire world crashing down around me. Thankfully, we are all in open relationships.

Just recently, I'd told daddy I wanted to try a threesome to see how I felt about going for a full gangbang. Something about having a group of guys all lusting over me, touching me. Fucking and cumming in me, God that gets me wet.

I've rubbed my clit raw to a video of a little blue-eyed blond, who looks surprisingly like me, getting railed by a dozen guys on many occasions. Daddy even picked up on the likeness when he saw the video. It was smart of him not comment on her larger tits though, but I knew he noticed. Not that I felt insecure, I know he loves my perky little b-cups. He can't keep his eyes, or hands, off them. Especially since I started going braless for him.

He'd arranged the threesome with him and his best friend from high school. That had been an amazing night -- experiencing multiple cocks in me at the same time. His friend, Steve, hadn't been laid since his divorce a few years ago, and relished the opportunity to get his dick wet again. I had offered to help set him up with someone, and at the same time to spend a few nights alone with him, getting him up to speed and teaching him a few things.

I did have an ulterior motive. Steve's cock curved in just the right way such that it rubbed me in just the right spot that made me see stars. Neither daddy nor Ben's cocks could do that. But I'd never tell them that; I loved both of them far too much. And it was biologically impossible for them to do anything about it anyway, so why make them feel bad?

Since that first threesome, I'd been shared with most of daddy's friends, but he'd always been present while I spread my legs for them. Sometimes, he just watched as they fucked me. Other times, he'd join in. Sometimes, they spent the night with us and others they'd leave after draining their balls in me. But he always reclaimed me the next day. And always told me I was a good girl and that he loved me.

For my first night alone with Steve, I was nervous and daddy had agreed to take the three of us to dinner before leaving Steve and I alone. Steve had already fucked me and spent the night with us previously. But I was still nervous to be left alone with him for some reason.

We'd just got to the hotel room after a wonderful dinner. I saw more than a few people looking our way at the restaurant, wondering what the relationship was between us. I was not holding back my affections for either of the two men, plus I was dressed to impress. In other words, I was dressed like the slut I am going to be this weekend. A few seemed put out by the obvious age difference, maybe thinking I was an escort, a sugar baby or something. No skin off my nose, fuck them. I only cared what daddy thought of me.

But we were here now, at our regular local hotel. Danny, who is the regular room service guy here, saw us on the way to the room and gave me a shit-eating grin. He'd seen us when we had the threesome, where daddy had asked him to join my gangbang. I still can't believe I was going to be letting him fuck me.

I really don't like younger guys, and he was 5 years younger than me. Ever since Ruby hooked me up with her husband, who is a full 20 years older than me, I've had a thing for older guys. The older, the better as far as I was concerned these days. And I know a lot of the guys in my gangbang are going to be way older than me. I think the oldest is celebrating his 70th birthday a month after the planned date. His nearly 70-year-old cock in my 26-year-old pussy, pumping it full of his cum. Fuck, that makes me wet every time I think about it.

I was pulled out of my daydreaming by movement as Steve and daddy shook hands before I was left alone with Steve for the first time. Steve hungrily eyeing me off like I was a lone gazelle on the African Savannah.

Chapter 2

"Look after my friend for me." Daddy said as he kissed me, a hand slipping up my skirt to stoke my slit, "I'll be back in the morning for you. And remember your safe word. I love you."

He walked past me and I could feel him looking back at me as he opened the door. But I couldn't look at him. As much as I wanted Steve in my pussy, I desperately needed daddy in my arms. I knew if I looked back, I would ask him to stay. And that wasn't part of our plan.

"My plan."

I had been the one who asked for this.

A pang shot through my heart and my breath caught in my chest as I heard the door click shut behind me followed by his footsteps retreating down the path outside the room. Leaving me with his best friend. A friend I'd only met once before, but who had already fucked me multiple times. A best friend I was expected to satisfy in any way he wished.

I took a deep breath, he trusted Steve, and I had too as well.

"Besides, what was he going to do that he hadn't already?"

I guess he could try for my ass, it wouldn't be the end of the world seeing as I'd gotten used to taking cock there. And it's not like I wasn't used to being fucked to within an inch of my life. Or spanked, choked out, or restrained. Just thinking back over the things daddy had done to me got me wet as I rubbed my thighs together.

"Gods, the things I'd done for him would make a porn star blush!"

I turned to face Steve, standing at the end of the bed. I remembered his cock from the threesome.

"Damn, that cock felt good in me."

The slight curve hit me just right when I was beneath him. One of the main reasons I'd offered to fuck him again if I was honest. Other than that, he really wasn't my type. Then again, I hadn't thought middle-aged men were my type a few years go.

"And now, here I am. Getting wet for middle-aged guys."

I walked up to him, put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth, sucking on his tongue as it found its way into my mouth. I pulled back.

"He told you the rules, right?" I asked.

Steve nodded, pulling me close again and running his hands down my back to cup my ass.

Steve wasn't allowed in my ass. Some light spanking and hair pulling was OK but nothing rougher than that. And of course, he could cum where he wanted and fuck me as many times as he wanted. He knew my safe word, and unless I used it, he had been told to just keep going. He was also allowed to use me while I slept, just like the first time.

Basically, I was free-use except for my ass or unless I used my safe word.

I looked up into his hazel eyes, burning with desire. Undoubtedly the desire to see me naked and beneath him. Even with my heels, it felt like he towered over me. I bit my lower lip, thinking of other ways he could be over me soon.

"Gods, I loved older men above me!"

Their weight pressing me into the mattress as they used me to work out their own pleasure. I rubbed my thighs together beneath my skirt, the movement putting just the smallest bit of pressure on my already needy clit.

It didn't help that daddy had his hand up that skirt for a lot of dinner, running his hands along my inner thighs, occasionally stroking my slit. But never pushing in between my soaked lips to touch me where I really needed it. Any time I moved my hips to try to get pressure on my clit, he just grinned evilly at me and moved his hand back down to my thighs. I could have murdered him when he did that. God knows I'd have cum for him in the restaurant if he wanted. It wouldn't have been the first time, either.

"Fucking tease!"

He even had the gall to call me a tease! I never said no to him. Anything he wanted, I did for him. No matter how slutty, demeaning or depraved it was. My body was his plaything as far as I was concerned. Or anybody else he gave me to for that matter. I had even fucked a lot of his friends! And he still called me a tease. But I loved him with all my heart.

I pulled myself out of my daydreaming and looked up at Steve again.

"So, you have a horny little slut all to yourself for the night." I teased, running a finger down his chest. My eyes never leaving his. "Do you want her to lead and show you just how horny she can be. Or would you like her to do whatever you tell her to?"

He looked like a stunned mullet, I grinned remembering how daddy still freezes up when he sees me, even after all the depraved shit I'd done for him and his friends.

"I'll take that as an answer." I said. I slowly got to my knees in front of him, a grin forming on his face as he realised I was about to suck his cock into my mouth.

I looked up at him, smiling sweetly, as I undid his zipper and reached in to find I wasn't the only one not wearing any underwear.

I was wearing a short, denim skirt with a white halter top that plunged to my navel, revealing just the hint of my breasts, and a pair of white heels. I had to be careful how I bent in this skirt; it did tend to ride up but it gave me plenty of chances to tease. It was one of my favourites for teasing daddy. He loved me in halter tops and short skirts. Combine the two, maybe in a sundress, and he had a hard time keeping his hands off me.

I grinned to myself.

"I guess I am a tease!"

But at least I put out, I wasn't a complete dick tease.

"Well, well." I cooed. "Guess I'm not the only one going commando."

That got a reaction from Steve. The grin and look in his eyes promised something. And I was going to make damn sure he delivered.

I fished his cock out, currently semi-erect. I'd forgotten he was cut, unlike daddy who was still rocking his foreskin. I didn't have a preference, so long as it was clean. I looked up into his eyes as I sucked the head into my mouth, running my tongue around it and across the slit at the end. Steve moaned and reached down to grab the back of my head, pushing it further down on himself.

That curve that felt so good in my pussy caused issues in my mouth. The curve triggered my gag reflex. Not enough to stop me, but enough to make it uncomfortable. I'd managed him during our threesome, but tonight it just caught me the wrong way, making me gag.

Chapter 3

Out of nowhere, a memory came flooding back of my "boyfriend", Matthew.

"Fucking asshole!"

He was 24 and I was a starry-eyed 18 in my senior year at high school. Dating him made me popular. He was a "university bro" and went to all the cool parties. But I should have dumped him long before I did or even had him charged with sexual assault for what he put me through. Instead, at that time, I was more worried about my image. Plus, like most abusers, he had me wrapped around his little finger and was gaslighting me in to believing everything was my fault.

He was my first time doing anything with a cock -- he was my first hand job and first blowjob.

"At least I didn't give the fucking bastard my virginity."

When he finally pressured me to suck his cock, I told him to go easy as it was my first time. He promised to be gentle, and like an idiot I'd believed him. We were in his bedroom, I had to be naked while he just fished his cock out of his pants. As soon as I was on my knees, with his cock in my mouth, he grabbed two handfuls of hair and just rammed his cock right down my throat.

He ignored me screaming and gagging around his cock, desperately trying to push him away and get him out of my throat. I was punching his thighs and crying, trying not to throw up all over him while also simply trying to breathe. But for all my efforts, I got pushed back against his cupboard with nowhere to go and no way to try and pull my head back to get some relief.

He didn't let up as he fucked my throat, ignoring my protests. What must have been only a few minutes felt like eternity as he continued driving himself down my throat, pulling my hair so tight he managed to rip some out.

When it was time, he pulled back and came in my mouth. But I couldn't swallow his load and choked, spewing his cum along with spit and drool all down myself.

When he was done, he let me go and I collapsed on my side, struggling for breath, coughing, choking and crying.

All he had to say as he put his cock away and went to get himself a drink was, "Damn, that was good for your first try. We'll get you trained up in no time. Clean up this mess, and your face."

Leaving me shaking, crying and curled up on his bedroom floor in a puddle of cum, drool and tears. He didn't come back to check on me, eventually I got the courage to clean myself up and get dressed, but the fucking prick had stolen my underwear, again. When I went to find him, he was on the couch watching football.

It took me another month to get the courage to leave him, thankfully before he took what he had been demanding from me the whole time, my virginity. I had finally realised it was only a matter of time before I either had to give it to him, or he would take it by force.

"Fuck. Him."

Chapter 4

"Geez Kim, not so hard!" Steve said as I realised I'd gotten lost in the memory and was holding his cock in a death grip. The tip had turned a deep purple and was pulsing.

"Fuck, sorry Steve." I said, releasing his cock. "I umm... I need 5."

"You OK?" He asked, kneeling in front of me. "You're crying."

I touched my cheek. Fuck, I was crying.

"I thought I was over this."

"Is it something I..."

"No! It's not your fault." I sniffed. "Something that happened a long time ago suddenly came back to me. I'd rather not discuss it with you, nothing personal."

He reached out and gently stroked my cheek, wiping away my tears. The touch and look of compassion on Steve's face pulled me out of my funk.

"Do I need to call..." Steve started before I cut him off.

"No, but thank you for the offer. I'll talk to him in the morning. I think I need to get something off my chest."

"Grab me a beer would you?" I asked, needing to get my buzz back.

Steve grabbed a beer from the fridge, opened it and handed it to me. I skulled it in one go.

"Fuck. Are you sure you're OK, Kim?" He asked.

"Was I?"

Alcohol shouldn't have been my initial go-to. But until I could talk this out with daddy, it would have to do. I'd just need to make sure this didn't become my first resort with trauma.

"I am now." I said, tossing the bottle in the bin and turning back to Steve. I took a deep breath, "Now, I believe you had your cock in my mouth?"

Steve didn't look sure.

"Honestly, I'm OK now." I walked up to him and gently started stroking his cock, still hanging out the front of his pants.

"Actually, maybe we skip the throat fucking tonight, if that's OK with you?" I asked.

Steve nodded.

"Good, now that's sorted, what would you like your little slut to do for you?" I asked sweetly.

"Strip." He told me as he sat on the bed, taking that beautiful cock in his hand and stroking it.

"Gods it was a nice cock."

I licked my lips and saw it jump as I did.

I turned my back to him and slowly pulled my top up and over my head, taking it in one arm and dropping it to the side. I looked back over my shoulder and bit my lower lip.

"Fuck yes, you are stunning." He groaned as he squeezed his dick, precum leaking out the tip.

I kept an arm across my breasts and turned to face Steve, seeing him slowly stroking his cock. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Drop the arm, please." He asked.

"Ugh."

"OK. Just, no." I said, keeping my arm across my breasts. "You being all nice to me and asking me to do things will turn me off faster than watching a political debate. Any other woman, sure. Be the nice guy until you know her better, but not with me."

Steve looked a bit confused; his hand had stopped stroking his cock.

I clarified, "I will do what you tell me to do, not what you ask me to. When I'm with you on these nights, you do not say please. You tell me what to do while you call me a slut, a whore or any other degrading name that comes into either of those brains of yours. I don't care how perverted you think it is, if you want me to do something, you tell me to do it. If I have a problem with it, I will use my safe word. If I don't use my safe word, well... You get a dirty little slut obeying your every command. You have no idea of the sick, depraved shit I have done or will do for your best friend, so just tell me what to do. Clear?"

"Drop that arm and show me those tits." Steve said, but there was still something in his voice that indicated it was a request, not a demand.

I rolled my eyes. "No. Try harder." I sighed.

His whole demeanor changed.

"I said, drop that arm you fucking slut." He demanded, getting off the bed to stand in front of me. "Or I'll move it for you."

"Oh yeah, this was more like it."

I smiled sweetly at him, looking into his eyes as he loomed over me. And dropped my arm, bearing my small breasts to his gaze. His eyes dropped to my chest as his hands came up and palmed my breasts, gently massaging them.

"Let's see if To..." He started, but I cut him off.

"Call him daddy, please." I asked.

"Fine. Let's see ifdaddywas right then." He said, as one hand went up my skirt to my pussy, splitting my lips and straight onto my clit. He started rubbing it, I moaned as his finger started working it.

"Fuck, you are soaked." He moaned. "You're a little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. And all yours for the night." I said quietly, staring into his eyes.

His fingers were working wonders on me, it helped that daddy had got me all worked up at dinner. But it didn't take much to get me wet, something all my boyfriends had quickly discovered. A few strokes of my pussy, or a tweak of my nipples and I soaked my panties. If I was wearing any, that is. Since I'd started seeing daddy, I'd stopped wearing them a lot of the time.