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The Office Party

By: ElectricFeel



As Courtney made her way, mingling around the party, she couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes following her as she moved around. She did think it was completely weird, she did look great tonight, if she didn't say so herself. Dressed in an above the knee, low cut black dress, clinging to her sensational figure and showing off ample cleavage. Her golden brown hair flowed softly around her shoulders in loose, luxurious curls, her blue eyes piercing her company and her smooth legs and ass gliding around the room. Yes, she was hot!

She finally joined a group of a few men from her office and one she didn't know personally but recognized him as the one that has been eyeing her up all night and the Vice President of the large advertising firm in which she worked for.

"Hello. I'm Courtney Walsh, I don't believe we've met." She said, outstretching her hand.

He gabbed her hand and kissed it softly, sending shivers through Courtney's body.

"Yes, I don't believe I've had the pleasure. I am Levi Jones." Levi was handsome to say the least, mid-thirties, with a full head of lush brown hair, broad shoulders, very well built and an attractive face. 

"You sure know how to work a room." He stated taking her arm and leading her away from the group.

"Sorry, how ever do you mean?" she feigned shock

"I've been watching you tonight, hopping from group to group, charming everyone. I find it very attractive." At this statement his hand slip from her arm to her ass. With their backs to the room, he slowly and methodically started massage her cheek, lighting the fire between Courtney's legs.

"My charm? Are you sure thats all you've found attractive?" Courtney said playing along.

"Well, I've just been waiting for you and this gorgeous body of yours to come around and charm the pants off me."

Courtney laughed at his corny line but was melting into his strong hand on her ass. His hand then slid down and lifted the back of her dress, his hand glided up her smooth legs until they reached what they were looking for and then began to rub her slit through her silky panties and was glad to find they were already soaking.

"I have to say, this seems slightly inappropriate for a Vice President" Courtney gasped and then let out a soft moan.

"It would. Are you complaining?"

"Hell no!" She moaned.

"How about we leave this party just for a moment and get a bit more inappropriate?"

Before she had time to respond, he moved his hand back to her arm and led her from the room to the foyer of the function centre and around to a semi-secluded corridor, obviously some kind of waiting area, as there were a few chairs lined up to one side. Levi roughly pinned Courtney against the wall. His hand resumed its place rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"You're so wet! I think you were thinking about this long before we met."

"You're right, I noticed you earlier staring at me."

"With a body a like that, dressed that way, it's hard not to notice you. I'd really like to see what you've got hidden away under that dress. Strip for me!"

Levi stepped away from Courtney's aching body and sat down on a chair. Courtney not usually like this was overcome with desire, she started rolling down her knee high, lace top stockings.

"No leave those and those heels on!" Levi said commandingly and Courtney complied.

She slid her hands behind he back and unzipped her dress, then slowly pulled it from her shoulders and down her slender body, until it was in a heap on the floor. She was then standing only in her lacy see-through bra, her soaking silky panties, stockings and her shoes. She unclasped her bra and let her ample D breasts spring free, her nipples rock hard. Levi licked his lips and couldn't wait to get his mouth around those pink, large nipples.

Courtney then reached down to her panties and slowing started to pull them down and then step out of them. She then pulled them up to her mouth and started to suck the moisture from them.

"Mmm! I taste sooo good. Taste me! Taste me, Levi!" Courtney urged.

Levi could feel his prick straining against his pants and stood up and came close to her wanting body and took her panties from her and tossed them aside. He pulled her head up to meets his and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, he could taste her sex on her lips and couldn't wait to dive into her dripping pussy. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked and nipped at it. Courtney put her hands through his hair and pulled him closer to her, moaning loudly. Levi bit down on her nipple and pulled causing Courtney to scream with delight. Her free hand moved lowed and started to rub his groin. She wanted it, she needed it! But he wasn't going to give it to her just yet.

Levi removed his face from her nipple and slowly began to kiss down her body, then dropped down to his knees and kissed her pussy lips. Courtney tried to grind her pussy into his face but he had a tight grip on her hips and enjoyed teasing her. He licked along her slit, Courtney shook and whimpered.

"Please! Please!" She begged.

Levi opened her pussy lips and just gazed at the beautiful sight in front of him. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard on the glorious little nub. He nibbled and bit, Courtney was moaning in pure pleasure. He took two fingers and slid them into her tight hole and pumped them in and out while her continued to kiss her clit. He used his free hand to rub her ass crack, as soon as he stuck a finger into her asshole she came, hard a fast, grabbing his head and pulling him in tightly as the juices gushed over his face.

"Yessssss!" She cried. Not caring who would hear. "Oh my God! Yes! Let me taste me on you."

He came up and she licked the juices off his face and kissed him hard.

"My turn." He said.

Courtney took the lead and pushed him back into the chair, and unzipped and pulled down his pants, she could see the tent in his undergarments and couldn't wait to taste it. She pulled down his underpants and his 9 inch cock sprang free.

"Oh my! It's so big...and so thick!" She said awed.

"Don't talk about it, suck it!" Levi commanded.

Courtney kissed the tip tasting the pre-cum. She then engulfed the huge cock into her mouth, in and out, deep throating. It was so huge she was gagging on it but she was loving it and was imagining it, stretching her hole. She licked down the pole, gazing seductively into his eyes.

"You are a bad girl, Miss Walsh! A very talented, bad girl!"

She played with his ball sack and she continued to suck him off and pumping his cock in rhythm with her mouth.

"Oh yeah! Keep it going! I'm going to cum!" 

"Cum on my tits!" Courtney demanded

She lied down on her back and Levi straddled her stomach and began to pump his cock until jizz started to spurt from his cock over her tits and her face, her mouth licking around furiously trying to get a taste of his cum.

Once finished he was still semi hard. Courtney took to tip of his cock and licked it clean, then took her own breast and into her mouth and licked the cum off. The touch of her tongue plus the enchanting sight in front of him brought him to full erectness once again.

"Now, fuck me!" Courtney cried. 

He stood up, pulling her with him and pinned her up against the wall once more. He lifted her off the ground and pulled her legs around him and slowly entered her sopping wet cunt. She could feel it stretching her hole, filling her completely.

"Oh my God! You're so fucking big! Fuck me!"

"You like my big cock, do you? You want me to fuck you with it? You want it hard?"

"Oh! I want you to fuck me as hard and as fast as you can!"

With that Levi began to pump his large prick in her pussy with a ferocity like he's never known. He balls slapping against her her ass. He wondered if he was hurting her but he didn't much care, this is what she wanted. 

She bit into his shoulder to stop her screams and nibbled on his ear and whispered dirty things to egg him on.

"Yes, thats it Mr Vice President, fuck me with that pole, fill me like nobody else can. Use me like the whore I am. Your whore, only your whore. Take me! Fill me up Mr Vice President!" She whispered into his ear as she stuck her tongue in.

He began to pump harder and harder into her tight cunt, her head began to bang up against the wall but she didnt care in the throws of passion.

"You like that, you little whore?! You like it rough?"

"Oh yes! I love it rough! Oh oh! I cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Yes! Yes! Fuck Yeeeessssssss!!" She thrashed her head around as she came, hard, fast and loud! Her pussy pulsated around his cock, milking him, but he wasn't cumming yet, he had other plans for that.

He took his member from her hole as her juices gushed and he licked them up, bringing her to yet another shattering orgasm.

"What are you doing to me, Mr Vice President?"

"We're not done yet, he said pushing her down over the chair, her ass sticking up in the air, waiting...inviting.

"What are you going to do to me, Mr Vice President?" 

"What do you think? I'm going to fuck you up the ass!"

Courtney, the ass virgin whimpered "Please don't! I'll do anything you like, just not that! I've never had anything up there and you're so big and thick I don't think I can take it!"

"I thought you were my whore, only my whore! And whores do what they are told! So do employees, Miss Walsh!"

Levi lowered his face to her ass and spread her cheeks and licked between them. Courtney shivered in surprise pleasure.

"Mmm you like that, don't you, you little slut?" Courtney just moaned her response.

Levi straightened his tongue and pierced her hole, pushing past the initial resistance and began tongue fucking her ass. Courtney squirmed in pure delight. He then removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger, then two fingers and slowly pumped them in and out of her ass.

"You like that baby?"

"Ohhh yes!!"

"You want my cock there, don't you?"

"Yesss, please! Put your cock in ass! Please!" Courtney begged.

Levi removed his fingered and moved them to her pussy where he rubbed her pussy juices up to her ass hole. He slid his cock in her pussy a couple of times, using her natural lubrication. He put the tip of his cock at the entrance of her asshole.

"You ready for this?"

"Ohh yeah! Give it to me!"

Levi began to slowly push his cock into her tight asshole. Courtney winced and cried out in pain as she pushed past her sphincter. As a few minutes on pushing in his cock, he was almost all the way in, he waited a moment and let her adjust to his huge size.

The pain seared in Courtney's ass but the pleasure was unmeasurable! 

"Fuck me Mr Vice President! Fuck my ass!!"

And on her command Levi began to pound her ass unforgivingly, the tightness of her ass milking his cock. She had the most unbelievable ass! And he thought her pussy was amazing! Courtney rubbed her clit furiously as her rammed her ass.

"Spank me! Spank me Mr Vice President for being such a bad, bad employee!"

Levi raised his hand and gave a light smack on her right cheek.

"Harder! Give me what I deserve!" She screamed getting pleasure from all the pain. He raised his hand and slapped her harder this time. "Harder!!"

He gave her cheek an almighty smack. Sending waves of pleasure through Courtney's body as he smacked her ass in time with his ramming of her ass, he stopped smacking for a moment a massaged her red cheek before beginning on the left cheek.

He was slamming her ass and her ass was taking all of him, his balls slapping noisily against her wet pussy as she continued to rub furiously at her clit. He stopped spanking and just concentrated on pumping his cock into her sensational ass. 

The muscles in her ass began to clench.

"I'm about to cum! Oh my God! Yessss! I'm...I'm...I'm cuuuuummmming!!

The muscles in her ass clenched his cock so hard he was unable to move it, they just milked his cock. The shivers of her orgasm finally sending Levi over the edge.

"Oh! Miss Walsh! You have a fucking magical ass!" He said pumping load after load of hot jizz into her ass, filling her bowels. 

Courtney could feel his warm cum sliding down her hole, making her cum once more.

Her finally removed his spent cock and quickly dressed.

"You better get dressed to. We have to join the party again at some stage."

Reaching for her bra and dress, "yes, I think you better. I'm sure they'd noticed if the Vice President was missing to long. But after that, I don't think I could stand much longer, think I might just get a taxi home."

Pulling a key from his pocket, "how about you head back to my penthouse and await my arrival? I still have more things I want to do to that body before the night is through."

"Well, how could I possibly say no." taking his key.

"And I'll be keeping these until then." Picking up her panties and shoving them into his pocket. Giving her a wink before heading back to the party

Courtney could already feel herself getting wet again, she may have to take care of herself before he even gets there.

The Office Party



"This ain't gonna fly," whined Simon.

"What?" Ted adjusted his tie, stepping into the elevator.

"Us, arriving at the same time," answered Alvin, sidling past Ted off the waiting car.

Ted scrunched up his face in the puzzling frown, until it hit him like a shot in the gut.

"Oh, the chipmunks." He grinned at the thought.

"Oh, the chipmunks," mimicked Simon. "I'll wait for the next elevator."

"Dude, don't be crass." replied Ted. "How is anybody going to put that together?"

Simon punched the already lit button on the wall with his knuckle, hoping another elevator door would open. Alvin stepped further away from Ted as if the doors would close and diffuse the joke before it could build any further.

"Think about it, Ted." said Simon. "It's Christmas; we're already late for a this stupid party, which means that just about everybody else is here, juiced to the gills and in the spirit. All it takes is one person to put it together and then were riding the wave of humiliation all night and probably till next summer." He paused to straighten his cuffs on his overly starched shirt. "It's bad enough we're dateless."

A ding on the opposite wall caused all three to turn. The pair of doors opened and Simon rushed across the floor, hopping into the empty car, and tapping on the panel.

"See you, Suckas." he laughed as the doors closed, leaving his two friends behind.

"Ass clown," muttered Alvin as he joined Ted in the waiting car.

"You're paranoid, you need a drink." Ted shrugged as he let the door close, whisking them up to the 31st floor.

It was the inaugural Christmas party for the employees of Prodigy Publishing. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore aka Ted were just three of the few hundred that were gathered in this forced soiree in lieu of their holiday bonuses. It was easier to get out of jury duty than it was to escape the wrath of publishing magnate Richard Bigg. He kept an unnatural tab on what his little minions were up to. There were five magazines and two cable stations lodged inside the reflective glass monstrosity of Bigg Tower and with the exception of the annual summer picnic, they were all to gather at the same time at the top.

All three friends worked on the same floor in the marketing division and stuck to each other like glue, referring to each other at work by their last names as not to arouse any office jesters with quick wit. Simon was the tallest and most vocal of the three. His shaven dome could be seen gliding over the cubicles cells, making it impossible to blend in and his baritone chops didn't fare any better. Once an top-ranked college player destined for the NBA, he blew out his knee in the Final-Four and never picked up another ball. He graduated and snatched the first thing smoking out of So-Cal, an entry level position at Prodigy.

Alvin landed here a short time later, discharged from the service with no real direction. He ran into Ted at a high school reunion and persuaded to give office work a try even though he'd rather be outdoor. Ted was the consumate worker drone. He was usually the first to come and the last to go, but when he was free, he was the wildest of the three. He drank more, partied harder, and was the most miserable when he couldn't stick his dick in a warm wet hole.

"I hope that sweet Indian chick is here," quipped Ted.

"The one from IT?" asked Alvin as he checked his appearance in the mirrored door for the umpteenth time.

"Naw, not Priya." He coughed in his hand to check his breath. "I had that already. That hot one from Graphics, with the big natty tits."

"Anya? You don't have a chance in hell. I think she buys shares in Birkenstock."

"Aw, fuck that." Pausing to pop in an Altoid, Ted looked at Alvin. "I'm more lesbian than Ellen ."

"Well, it Christmas. Ask Santa, though you haven't been that good a boy this year."

The door opened with a ding and the two stepped right into winter armageddon. The entire floor was covered with fake snow that clung to pants legs and dressed with each step. In the middle of the room was a giant mountain, steps circling from the base to the top, where a giant throne sat next to a electrified tree that spewed red, green, and white, sparks.

Strobe lights replaced the wall scones, blinding the room in a amalgam of multi-colored hues. The large plasma screens that usually showed the usual looped catalog of Bigg programming was replaced by a technicolor version of "It's a Wonderful Life" One couldn't hear the movie because of the booming music from the elf dressed DJ, spinning techno mixes of holiday carols. Alvin and Ted stood at the entrance for what seemed like a few minutes, fighting the vertigo the overtook them until a deep voice shook them loose.

"This is what our bonuses went for? This is some bullshit"

Simon loomed over them, trying to kick the fake snow off his pants.

"Smile" said a petite woman draped in a gaudy elf costume with a Nikon strapped around her neck. Before the trio could object, she let loose with a flurry of digital snaps. It was Amy, one of the fashion photographer from the 15th floor. She looked at the lcd screen before screaming in laughter. "Alvin, Simon, and Theodore, that's classic" She took one more before turning back the way she came to ambush other unsuspecting groups.

"Okay, let's split up before this gets out of hand." said Simon quickly heading to the the left where a massive line was formed for the bathroom.

"I don't think it's that bad." said Ted to noone in particular as he searched the crowd. His eyes got that hungry look and he licked his lips in anticipation for the taboo rendezvous.

Alvin shook his head and headed for the bar at the opposite end of the floor. After getting a couple shot of Patron in his belly, he snatched up a flute of Cristal and began to move amongst his coworkers. Everyone seemed to be having a decent time, filling up on the catered food and unlimited alcohol but the eyes of an insider look told a different tale. Groups consisted of faces that were familiar with each other. The IT people huddled around the base of the snowcapped mountain, still wearing the same clothes they wore to work. Each magazine secured their own corner of the massive room, turning their backs on the rest of the crowd. Alvin looked anybody from marketing and found most of them on the balcony, smoking up a storm and flicking butts into the wind. He searched his pockets for his own pack and quietly joined them. 

The line moved rather quickly for the mens room and in no time Simon was pushing aside a stall to relieve himself of the earlier energy drinks. 

"Wrong room, sweetheart."

"Whoa, Xmas comes early tonite."

"God bless us, everyone."

Simon turned around to look at the commotion and was shoved aside by a red and brown blur. He fell against the open stall door as he watched someone cut right by him. He had already pulled his zipper down and was snaking his dick out of his boxers when he was rudely interrupted.

"Look, come in or out, but close the fucking door." said the line cutter.

"Hey, I'm pissing here."

"No, you are about to piss. I'm actually pissing now."

Simon could only cock his head in amazement as the petite Asian women with red hair, snatched her panties down, planting herself firmly on the bowl.

The pressure on his bladder intensified and he had to clamp down to stop from pissing his pants. As best as he could with both hands occupied, Simon moved inside the stall and shut the door with his shoulder.

The strange woman paid him no mind as she closed her eyes and hummed in relief, releasing a healthy stream into the toilet. It was all Simon could do to keep from passing out; his dick throbbed from the pulsing bladder, urine begging for an exit.

"Sorry, but the girl's line is too fucking long and that Cristal crap ran right through me."

Simon opened his eyes and saw she was talking to him as nonchalant as if they were in a board meeting. He was afraid to speak, biting his lip to keep from screaming as the pressure gave way to actual pain. 

"Hey, you don't look to good." 

Simon was nanoseconds away from giving his first golden shower, but she finished, pulling up her panties and smoothing down her skirt. She edged by him as he hopped to the bowl and let the held back urine fly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." he groaned, emptying what felt like a gallon of sugar infused carbonation.

"Give it to her, big man." came a voice from the other side.

"Sounds like the other way around." somebody else chimed in.

"Hey, fuck you guys." rebutted the red-haired stranger as she was still stuck in the minuscule stall with Simon. She pretended to search the ceiling for something interesting , but her eyes kept casting downwards as he shook out the remnants/

The whooping continued until he was through, pausing to zip up and flush, before they struggled to escape through thin doorway. Simon walked out to cheers and hoots, but paid it no mind as he washed his hands and strolled out as if he shared bathroom stalls with red-headed Asians everyday.

Ted found his target; she was sitting with a group of women and one man who was obviously gay, preening in a white and pink ensemble complete with matching scarf, on one of the l-shaped couches behind the mountain. It was a set of five, but he wasn't planning to entertain all of them. He checked his breath, grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and began his conquest.

"And what do they call this vision of beauty sitting before me," he drawled in an overblown Southern accent as he extended a glass towards her.

"Not drinking alcohol," she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand and shake of jet-black ponytail.

Ted pulled the drink back, slugged them both down without an afterthought, sent them away with another passing waiter and tried again. This time he had the full attention of the group, watching to see what he would do next.

"I'm sorry, is it a religious thing?" He stared into her hazelnut orbs looking for signs of interest.

"No, I don't need to get drunk to have a good time," she looked him up and down. "Unike others, I like to be in control." she turned away and continued chatting with the flock. Smirks hid behind glasses and shaking shoulders restrained the amusement of his dismissal. Ted straightened up, hoping that nobody else was paying attention to his blow off, and eased away from the cackling group.

Alvin stubbed out his smoke and drained what was left of his glass before retreating from the chilly night air and back into the quagmire of faux holiday cheer just in time to see Ted catch a verbal beat down from the majority shareholders of Birkenstock. He shook his head and was about to retreat back onto the balcony when he collided with a mixed drink and a female form. It was soft, smelled of White Diamonds, and had enough sugar in the voice to lead to onset diabetes.

"Christ, my Versace." 

"I'm so sorry, miss" Alvin pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket and tried to dab at the mess, but the majority of the stain was covering her pronounced breast.

"That's Mrs." she leered at his feeble attempts to make amends "Bigg."

"Aw, shit." slipped out of his mouth and he cheeks grew red as the blow up Santas guarding the entrance to the balcony. "Let me get that dry cleaned, or......buy you another."

"I know my husband doesn't pay you enough to replace this," she shook her blond locks that cascaded down her back. "There might be a way though." Looking around, she retrieved a keycard from inside her blouse. Slipping it into Alvin's shaking hand, she leaned closer and whispered, "Meet me, when Santa's on the throne."

Then she swiveled past him and disappeared into the crowd.

Simon was grabbing a plate of shrimp puffs from the buffet when he was tapped on the waist. He turned with tail sticking out the corner of mouth.

"Hey, bathroom buddy." The mysterious redhead was standing there with another two Coronas in her grip, leveling one at him. "Want a refill?"

Simon swallowed the rest of the protruding tail, accepting the beer. With a lean of her shoulder, she led him to a corner vacated by the fashion magazine group.

"I'm Vanida." She took a swig of beer, never taking eyes off him.

"Simon."

"I know; hard to miss you coming down the halls in the mornings."

Simon sunk a little lower in his seat. He hated the fact that everybody saw his height as his only quality. He actually graduated on time and was far from the "dumb jock", but everybody still imagined him on the court slamming balls through hoops.

"I didn't mean it like that." Vanida took a nervous swig and blurted out. "I saw you the first day you came to work, but I guess you're so busy trying to blend in that you don't notice when people aren't staring at you but looking for you."

Simon smiled a little and let Vanida relaxed. They tried to make small talk, but their body language was screaming loudly. Two beers later, they were sneaking to the elevators.

Ted was chasing away the flame of rejection with flame of aged brandy when the volume of the music lowered and all the lights in the room pointed to the mountain in the middle of the room

"HO HO HOOOOOOOO, LITTLE CHILDREN" boomed a voice from the top. The spotlight narrowed to the giant throne where Santa sat, wireless microphone clipped to his beard.

The crowd cheered, raising glasses towards Santa in inebriated jubilation.

"Come tell Santa your wishes and get rewarded." Santa hefted a red velvet sack on his lap and pointed to the circular stairs. People began to line up, climbing up the stairs in a drunken conga line. The first guest was Mr. Bigg's secretary, a svelte blond in heels to high to climb steps. She clumsily fell across his lap, ass arched in the air.

"Ooooh, we have a bad lil girl, people." laughed Santa as he took a playful swat to her buttocks, making her to giggle. Santa lifted her upright, handed her an envelope and pointed to the hidden slide that ran through the mountain to the floor. The secretary scooted down until she disappeared from view, reappearing at the bottom in a splayed heap. The crowd laughed, but when she opened the envelope and revealed two airline tickets to anywhere in the country, quickly lined up in hope of an equal reward.

"What the hell; why not?" Ted stumbled over to the snaking line, bottle cradled in the crook of his arm. 

As the line grew longer, Alvin fingered the pass key in his pocket and made his way down the hall away from the drunken revelers. He followed a minuscule trail of snowflakes until they stopped at the oaken double doors that led to Mr. Bigg's inner sanctum. Nervously, he looked around before holding the key up to the scanner on the right. After a second, it beeped and the locks clicked, letting him in. Alvin never stepped foot inside the CEO's office before and it caught his breath. Multiple television screens on one wall, all on different programs from sports, to financial news, to porn in the lower corner. On the other side was a roaring fireplace with and actual bear skin rug in the front. In the middle sat the biggest desk he ever saw, carved marble that seemed to glisten. On the desk lay Mrs, Bigg, devoid of the ruined Versace nibbling on a cinnamon cookie. The crumbs spilled down her front, tumbling down the slopes of her cleavage and coming to rest along the lines of her peach colored slip.

"Ready to pay for that dress, young man?"

Alvin's skin grew cold as he realized what was about to take place. Getting fired would be the least of his problems. Richard Bigg had long arms and they was no telling where they could reach.

"Don't you worry about 'Big Dick', Santas going to be busy for quite awhile." She stretched out, one massive tit spilling out from underneath the slip. "Come over here, sugar. I won't bite, yet."

Everything in Alvin's body told him to run, but he couldn't stop staring at the large areola that beckoned him. He wanted nothing more than a tall glass of milk to go with the consumate feast of sugar breast. He glided closer, shadows from the fire dancing across his face.

"Dick has been so busy building his empire, he forgot about his queen who held his hand the whole way." Mrs. Bigg began to run a thumb over a stiffening nipple. The stiffening in Alvin's pants began to increase as well. "Well, I have my needs too."

When he was within a foot of the desk, she spun around and hiked her meaty thighs up. "Penetration is overrated; how well do you know your alphabet, honey?"

10 floors down, Simon had Vanida hoisted up on the broken copier, pants bunched around his ankles. They fiercely tongued each other down as they groped at each other in the dark.

"Damn, I wanted this for too long," gasped Vanida as she worked her panties down, trying to spring Simon's cock free at the same time.

"Uh-hm" Simon was too busy trying to unhook her bra, but couldn't find the clasp.

"It's in the front." Vanida exclaimed as she wriggled the moistened underwear off till it fell down, hanging off one ankle.

"Yeah, right." Simon moved his hands to the front and released her bra, pausing to take in the dark berrylike nipples before taking it in his mouth, moaning in satisfaction.

"I have to be honest, I haven't been with a guy like you in a long time."

"Black?"

"No," giggled Vanida. "Someone my own age. You guys fuck like rabbits."

Vanida ripped at the boxers until she got to her prize. Engorged with anticipation, she ran her fingertips along the thickened shaft until she was holding a heavy pair of balls in her hand. Lightly squeezing them, she shuddered at the feel of his teeth raking her nipples. He relinquished his oral lock on her and stood to his full height, letting her guide him in.

She tensed up as the bulbous head pushed against her.

"Once the head is in, it's all goooooood." Simon groaned as he pushed through, encompassed in the wet grip of Vanida.

"Oh, God. That's fuckin' awesome." replied Vanida as she pushed back against him.

Ted was trying to steady himself against the flimsy railing as he neared the top of Santa's mountain. It seemed much smaller from the ground, but then it might be the good drink affecting him. When It was his turn, he squinted at Santa and realized that he was staring at his boss. Mr. Bigg looked Ted up and down, announcing to the crowd, "This lil boy needs to get away from it all." Ted tried to act sober but felt himself getting more out of control by the second. That bourbon he was slugging down was about a hundred dollars a bottle and worth every penny. He smiled big for Santa and traded the bottle for the envelope. Stumbling towards the slide, he knew trying to go feet first was too much of a hassle and dove head first down the hole. Sliding across the floor like Pete Rose got him a round of applause and a pat on the back. He sat up and tried to brush the ever present snow off his shirt and tie to no avail. He remembered the reward and tore open the envelope to find a month worth of spa treatments waiting for him.

"What the fuck?" he felt like Ralphie. Santa just told him that he would shoot his eye out and kicked his ass off the mountain. It's not there was a coupon for a happy ending in there. He double-checked to make sure.

A flurry of snow announced the arrival of another from Santa's mountain, spraying more fake powder on Ted. It was Anya from Graphics that blew him off earlier. Snow littered her hair and she tried in vain to brush the crumbs off her pants suit.

Ted scrambled to his feet and lent her a hand. She accepted it, quickly letting go when she realized who it was.

"What did you get," he asked, referring to the clutched envelope in her hand.

She opened it up and after reading it, began to cuss, a string of Hindu interlaced with English.

"I don't even like baseball. Bloody cunt." She received season tickets for the Braves.




The Office Party



"Hmmm, tough break." replied Ted, fanning himself with his own envelope, mind whirring a mile a minute.

"What did you get?" she asked, craning her neck to see the writing on his paper.

"Oh, me?" He tried to act nonchalant. "Some spa treatments at ......Pleasure 9"

"That's almost a week's pay plus overtime for one session there. I'd kill for those."

Ted tried to fight the urge to grin.

"Yeah? I think I might like that."

"Come on, you don't know shiatsu from tempura." She was getting worked up now. "Let's trade; I'm sure you'll like whooping it up with all the other beer swillers on Sunday afternoons."

"Hmm, I don't know." Ted could barely contain himself. "I always wanted to try a thai herbal massage."

Staring daggers through him, she turned to go but Ted put a hand on her arm.

"Hold on a second." He waved the passes in front of her nose. "I'll trade if......." He paused a moment to let a drunk employee slide by, "you have one drink with me"

"One drink?"

"On my honor." He held up three fingers like a boy scout.

"Wrong hand, Ted" she replied before turning on her hells and heading the bar.

How does she know my name?, thought Ted as he scurried along after her.

Four drink past the sworn oath, Ted realized that Anya knew more about him than he wanted her to. It seemed that his wily ways were catching up to him around the office scuttlebutt.

"Did you really try to give Viagra to Yang Yang?" asked Anya, referring to the resident panda at Zoo Atlanta.

"Hey, all of Atlanta wanted a baby. I was just stacking the odds in my favor." He took part in the office pool to see when the Pandas would conceive and almost won.

"You seem out of control when you're not working." Anya traced a finger around the rim of her glass, gathering the stray crumbs of salt from her near empty margarita. Before she knew it, Ted grabbed her hand and licked then off.

"You lack discipline, young man."

Ted grinned. She was strikingly beautiful and seemed to be interested in him. He switched to club soda three drinks back to get his head back on track for the final lunge. Everything he learned by watching "The Pick-up Artist" on MTV was paying off.

"Oh, I'm a bad boy." Ted moved a strand of hair from Anya's face. "How do we remedy this situation?"

"You're not ready."

"On the contrary, I'm way past ready."

Anya squinted, took Ted by the hand and led him to the stairwell behind the bar.

In the massive office of Mr. Bigg, Alvin was working on the letter P, when he head was pinched in the viselike thighs of Mr's Bigg.

"Yesssssssss." she hissed, bucking her pelvis against his tongue. She shook with reckless abandon as she sprayed her emotion all over his face. Alvin was trapped, face sticky with female ejaculation and air being limited as he stayed clamped to her musky vulva.

Just he thought he would actually die from oral asphyxiation, Mrs. Bigg released him.

"Gawd Damn, Honey" she wheezed. "You had some mighty fine schooling."

Alvin struggled with his zipper, tearing fabric until he cock sprang free. Wielding it like a deranged lunatic, he approached Mrs. Bigg who was still trying to recover. He felt the slicked outside of her pussy before he was shoved away.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing, honey."

"Huh?" Alvin stood there, purple headed monster struggling to feed, until he snapped his fingers.

"I got a rubber."

Mrs. Bigg tittered and sat up. The desk squealed against her wet bottom as she slid off.

"Nobody gets inside, except Mr. Bigg"

"But,... I thought he wasn't fulfilling........."

"Oh no, you're right about that." She moved to the other side of the desk and began to dress. This time, she put on a Vera Wang. "That man ain't made me come in about 10 years, but," she motioned down with a wave of her hand, "this is still his sugar cave and no man will go digging but him."

Alvin stood there, a headlock on his dick, face smeared, hair mussed and tried to wonder how this happened.

"What am I supposed to do, now?

Mrs. Bigg glanced at him, checked her face in a compact and strolled past in a quick gait.

"Clean up, and get out of here before Santa finishes handing out presents."

The giant door clicked shut behind him and Alvin was alone. It took about a minute for him to digest what had happened before he was flying around in a frenzy, using his shirt tails to wipe up the desk, trying to fix the rip in his crotch and scrambling out the door just as the music in the great hall rose to concert volume again. Simon was pumping feverishly into Vanida, who became wetter by the stroke. She grabbed him in a tight embrace, rocking her hips against each thrust. He fought for better leverage, scooping her legs up under his biceps.

Without knowing it, Vanida's heel clipped the power button of the copier. It turned on with a hum and began to scan; the light bulb moving back and forth in time with Simon's humps. 

"I...thought...it...was broke?" moaned Vanida between peaks of ecstasy.

"It is." Simon tried to stop and look for the off button but Vanida wouldn't let him go.

"Fuck that, Simon." Vanida hiked her leg higher. "Fuck me."

The light kept shooting blades of light in the darkened office, illuminating the couple in three second bursts. Simon felt increasingly warmer, but kept stroking deep inside her. What they failed to realize was that the copier wasn't broked but simply had to be recalibrated. The wrong light bulb was installed, making all the copies entirely too dark to see because of the high temperature emitted after an extended period of time.

"Oooh, Simon" Vanida's moans became louder, Simon taking it for passion.

"Yeah, baby."

"Simon. So fucking hot."

"Aw, talk to me baby."

"Too hot."

Simon got into the zone, like he was dissecting defenses on the hardwood. He paid attention to nothing but the goal and the tugging in his testes told him that victory was only a hard drive down the baseline.

"Fuck, Simon!"

"I'm fucking, baby." 

"No, Fuck!"

Vanida was now screaming, not from a good dicking, but from the intense heat of the moving lamp, toasting her pussy with each pass. She kicked Simon off with all her strength, hopping off the copier , duck walking away to find something to cool off her singed labia. Simon fell against stacks on copier paper on the other side of the room, dick still bobbing from it's renewed freedom. He stared after his coitus partner when he felt something wet hit his cheek. He tried to react, but his cock was an unsupervised handgun with a hair trigger, shooting his load wherever he was pointing, which happened to be back at him.

Ted grinned himself silly as Anya led him down the steps to the photo studio on the 25th floor. She shoved open the door and they entered what once was an empty room but now transformed into a dungeon. 

"The Gothic set." Ted remembered the talk about the upcoming spread in this weeks budget meeting. "Home, sweet home." Said Anya as she shut the door behind them.

Ted rubbed his hands in anticipation of a rude banging on one or two of the freaky props set up for the model shoot. He shed his jacket and loosed his tie as he followed the sulty woman into the room.

"I know you better than you think I do, Ted," said Anya as she fingered the leather straps on the torture rack . "You love to be out of sorts, when time allows."

Ted laughed, too busy thinking about all the Youporn positions that he had yet to try.

"Well, I love to be in control." Anya stepped towards him, glints of mischief dancing in her hazel eyes.

"Hey, ladies first."

Anya took him by the hand, leading him to large chair, upholstered in leather with straps hanging off the armrests. Ted jumped in without a moments hesitation where he let her bind his hands to the smooth wood. After he was securely trussed, Anya stepped back and began to peel away her conservative outfit. Underneath, she was donning a pearl studded leather thong and matching bra. Heer nipple were thrust through carefully patterned openings; twin caramel beacons of a working libido.

"Ooooh, I knew there was something about you." Ted licked hip lips, shifting his hips in attempts to let his hardening member travel down the length of his thigh.

"Really?"

She approached him, taking a manicured nail, tracing a path along the outline of his cock.

"Impressive."

Ted pressed forward, wanting her to release the monster within. She knelt down and began to loosen his trousers. He felt his pants slid down, gathering around his feet, followed by his lucky silk boxers. He closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when those plump lips of hers would swallow him in a salivated bliss. Instead, he heard a snap and felt intense pressure on his groin. He looked down to see Anya removed the rubber band she used to keep her hair in the ponytail and applied it to his purpling groin. She stood up, stepping back to admire her work. 

"Don't want you to come too soon." She picked up one the paddle props. "After all, I don't think you have your control issues in check."

Ted gulped and pulled against the straps but Anya did a expert job of locking him down.

"Hey, I'm not into the whips and hot wax." He no longer was interested in sex, but the state of his cock wasn't changing, bobbing back and forth like the finger of a parent scolding a child. "Well, I tell you what," said Anya, rubbing the paddle against her palm. "I'll give you the ability to walk when we're done."

She glided towards him, the smoldering ember in her eyes igniting into a full blown inferno. Ted stifled a scream; the last thing he really needed was someone to catch him in this situation. He closed his eyes, breathing through his nose, hoping that she would not kick his too much. He felt the rough texture of flesh, pursed against his lips and parted them to taste the sweetest nipple he ever had. She tasted of almonds, his favorite snack, and he opened wider.

"You like that, Ted?"

He couldn't form a verbal response, only humming and suckling. Just as soon as it started, it ended. He opened his eyes in time to see a hand lashing across his cheek. It wasn't powerful, just stinging enough to remind him who was in charge.

"Did you ask if you could have me, or were you just being a greedy pig?" Anya rubbed the spit away from her nipple, staring daggers through him.

"I'm sorry?" Ted was out of his league and wasn't sure how deep of a hole he had dug himself.

Anya stepped out of her low pumps, rolled her stockings down her toned thighs and kicking them off her feet.

"Maybe a lil penance might put you back in my good graces."

Back in the atrium, the party was still in full swing. Santa has come down off the mountain and mingling with the guests. Alvin reappeared from the bathroom where he washed the evidence of his sexual buffet away and tried to find his friends. He felt as if he were branded with a scarlet P, vaguely smelling like the side alley of the Moulin Rouge, everybody that looked at him must have known what he'd done only 20 minutes sooner. He gingerly moved to the bar, due to the acute case of blue balls, and tried to washed away the taste of pussy juice out of his throat when a gloved hand caught him by the elbow.

"Alvin, isn't it?" Richard Bigg was standing in front of him, two glasses of bubbly in his right hand. "Where's the rest of the chipmunks?" He roared at his own joke, passing a flute to employee.

Alvin accepted it and drank half of it, trying not to spit it out when a figure appeared to the left of his boss.

"I don't believe we had the pleasure," Bigg's better half extended her hand. "Mrs. Kimberly Bigg."

Alvin took her hand and limply shook it, trying to will the beads of sweat that formed under his arms away. 

"I missed you on the mountain, son." Richard emptied his glass and beckoned for another, which immediately appeared from one of the countless hired elves.

"Um, I was detained."

"See," Richard looked to his wife. "It's always about work with this guy, probably tongue wagging a client to death"

"Near death," answered Kim, trying not to laugh.

Ted had a mouthful of foot, licking every part of it from the toe to the sole. Anya caressed his balls, giving them a little tweak every now and then.

"Clean them off well and I might give you a full-time position."

Even though the notion of licking a woman's foot never crossed his mind, he was turned on. The soft digits melted in his mouth like sucked M&Ms, and her meticulous hand job had him ready to blow if not for the tight rubber band.

"You're kinda lucky, Ted" said Anya as she removed her foot and stepped up onto the chair. "You're quite talked about in my group; some big admirers." He was face to pussy and he could smell the sweet pungency of her arousal.

"There is someone who would rather be in my place, but she is kinda shy." Anya peeled down the thong and turned around, giving him a full view of moistened slit when she bent over.

"Would you like to clean me, Ted?"

"Gawd, yes."

"What if my friend joined us?"

Things were looking up for Ted. He craned his head forward as far as it would go, sticking out his tongue in attempts of a taste. A quick slap to his cock brought him back to reality.

"Ted, my friend?"

"Hell yeah!"

Anya stepped down and walked across the studio to the light panel, where she dimmed the lights. She returned and lit the tiki torches that adorned the set.

"I have to set the mood, she is kind of shy."

Ted said a silent prayer, giving thanks for finding the freakiest women in the office. The stories he would tell about this party would last for ages. Anya climbed back onto the chair once again and called out, "Come on in, girlfriend."

Ted heard the click of the door and tried to see who the newcomer was, but Anya's rounded ass blocked his view, giving him access to what he's been begging for. He began to lick the pearly drops of dew from her labia, before plunging in with full tongue. She moaned and began to stroke his turgid cock in slow rhythm. Ted was beginning to enjoy himself, when he felt a another pair of hands on him. These were thinner and softer than Anya's and moved with delicate touches.

Anya pressed her pussy closer to him, smothering him with the soft, wet, folds of shaven skin. He kept licking, thrusting against the four hands running amok on his dick.

"Ted, you have a way with words, and a better way with your tongue," breathed Anya as she grabbed the armrests for balance. Now, there was only on pair of hands on him, followed by soft kisses up and down his shaft.

"You want girlfriend to give you some release, Ted?"

Ted grunted his approval and moaned in satisfaction as the kissing lips turning into a sucking machine set on steady. Girlfriend knew a thing or two about blow jobs. Ted kept up his his task of licking Anya, pausing only when he felt his cock hitting esophagus. How could somebody take him so deep?

"Damn, Ted." Anya trembled under his tongue lashing. "You're gonna make me come; nobody makes me come." She reached underneath and grabbed his tie, pulling him deeper.

He took that as a challenge, increasing the licks and swirls inside her pussy, nibbling at her engorged clit every few seconds.

"Oh, girl," Anya said to her partner. "Take off the band, I want him to come at the same time."

Ted felt a tugging and heard a snap as he was freed from the homemade cock ring. He felt himself grow bigger, causing whoever was sucking him off to gag once or twice.

"Oh, shit," Anya screamed and shuddered as Ted felt her pulsating in his mouth. She collapsed back on top of him, rolling off to the floor in a shaking mess. Ted grinned, looking down at her girlfriend who put porn stars to shame, and almost shit himself.

Girlfriend was the obviously gay guy sitting with Anya earlier that evening, slurping at his balls and milking his cock like wildfire.

"Fuck me!"

"If you're sure, honey." He stood up to undo his pants.

"No, no, no, no, I didn't mean it like that."

"Girlfriend" stood there, hands on hip, lips shiny from spit and precum, and a devilish grin. He was clearly aroused through his cotton pants, actually putting Ted to shame in girth and width. Ted didn't even try to escape, those knots were too secure.  

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Do you want me to finish you off or not?"

Ted looked at Anya in panic, who was sprawled out on the floor, trying to breathe normally. She sat up and shook her head in a yes motion.

A mouth is a mouth, thought Ted as he closed his eyes. "Fuck, go ahead."

Girlfriend went back to the duty of star power cock sucking, and Ted had to admit, it was the best mouth hug he ever had. Anya returned, feeding Ted more nipple, eventually kissing him all over his chest and face. She straddled the armrest , sliding her soppy vagina across his knuckles while kissing him deep. Ted felt his balls swell like beach balls and blasted deep into the gullet of his willing partner. He ran images of every supermodel, hooter girl, and stripper he ever flapped the baloney to, but faced the realization that it was a man who was sucking his tap dry.

When he had no more to give, he quickly shriveled up. Anya removed herself from atop of him and began to get dressed. The blow job queen ran a finger across his lips, readjusted his scarf and began to check his appearance in the mirror a few feet away.

"Still think you got control issues, Ted?"

"If I had a list, I think I could cross everything off it now." Ted stared blankly at the duo as they were ready to leave. "You are going to let me go?"

"Of course, I just don't want you flying off at the handle until I got my exit strategy." Anya walked back towards Ted and untied just one of the binds on his left arm.

"I'm impressed, really." Anya gave him a parting kiss. "Not too many hetero's know their way around the va-jay-jay. Oh, yeah, enjoy your season tickets." With that, her and her friend, made their exit.

Ted sat there for a couple of minutes before undoing the rest of the straps, pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt. He blew out the candles, checking the hallway for movement before making his getaway.

The trio met up on the balcony as the party was winding down; all had full tumblers of tequila and a plate of limes resting on the ledge. Even the hardcore smokers abandoned the ledge because the ripping wind, but they used the bitter chill for refuge.

"Who's gonna go first?" asked Simon, squeezing a lime into his mouth.

"Um, nothing interesting. You know how office parties go." mumbled Alvin

Ted scooped a handful of salt in his hand and tossed it back before taking a drink. Normally, the most prying one, he was extremely quiet.

"Hey, Ted," said Alvin. "What happened with the chick from Graphics?"

"That hot Indian with the big nats and round ass?" asked Simon.

"She's gay," sighed Ted. 

"Told you."

"Any action, Simon?"

Simon jumped at the sound of his name. He was not about to reveal his tale of 1st degree burns and self-facials.

"Good food; awesome drink." He knocked back a swig of Patron. "Other than that, nothing interesting."

The other two nodded in agreement and left it at that. When the music stopped and the ceiling lights flicked on, they took it as their cue to leave. Kicking the fake snow out of the way, they crossed the room to the elevator. The elevator announced it arrival with the familiar ding and all three stepped on. They rode down in silence, anxious to get home and try to find some normalcy in their lives. When the door opened, they stepped out to a thinning crowd chatting, waiting for cabs, or making after party plans.

"Look, it's Alvin," shouted Bob from accounting.

"And the chipmunks," chimed in Steve from IT, to the gales of laughter from their coworkers.

For some reason, being known as singing rats didn't bother them. They smiled sheepishly and made a quick exit.



The Office Party



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

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I couldn't believe that I'd initially been so disappointed that the company decided to have the holiday party in the office on a weeknight. As I looked around to see so many of my female coworkers looking less than professional in tight-fitting and revealing outfits, I was surprised by how many of them were able to pull the look off. It was a real shame the way that professional clothing hid so many smoking hot bodies. It was also unfortunate that I didn't know more of them, especially as the alcohol continued to flow. I figured I'd stay tuned in to see whether any of them turned out to be any more friendly than the others. In the meantime, I bumped into Meghann, who I did actually know and who wasn't looking bad herself.

"Hey, Meghann," I said, "you look nice tonight."

"Great," she replied, "nice wasn't exactly the look I was going for."

"Well," I continued, blatantly looking her over, "these are litigious times and we've all learned to be a bit wary of H.R. Have you forgotten the video already?"

"Just between you and me," she said with a mischievous smile, "what do you really think?"

I had definitely been paying attention to the tight, black sweater dress and how it conformed to her body while wondering what she might be wearing under it, so I didn't really have to think about my answer. I looked casually around first, though, to make sure no one was in earshot.

"I think you look hot," I told her in a low voice, "and I'm very curious about what you are wearing underneath that dress."

Her mischievous smile broadened and she leaned a bit closer to me.

"You've got two hands," she said, "and no one is paying any attention to us. Why don't you figure it out?"

While looking around to confirm that she was right that we were unnoticed, I slipped my hand over to the small of her back and gradually slid it down. When I felt something there above her ass, I moved my hand back and forth and up and down to confirm what it was.

"Garter belt?" I asked, even though I was certain, "And thong panties."

"Very good," she said and I notice that she was getting a bit flushed.

I slid my hand up her back to confirm that she was wearing a bra, then repositioned myself to block anyone who might suddenly pay attention to us. Standing in front of her, I cupped her tits and gently caressed them.

"Just wanted to confirm that you're also wearing a bra," I told her as her eyes closed, "What are the chances that I can get a look at what you're wearing under this dress?"

"You have someplace in mind?" she asked.

"If everyone in the company is on this floor, we should be safe in one of the conference rooms on the 25th floor," I stated.

She agreed and we casually departed the 27th floor and headed down to the 25th. Selecting the conference room that would be least likely to have anyone randomly walk into it, we closed the door and turned the lights down low. Standing at the end of the conference table, we started to make out while my hands went down to caress her ass. I started to work the hem of her dress up until my hands were under it and caressing her bare ass cheeks. My cock was growing against her abdomen and I knew she had to feel it there. When I got her dress up around her waist, I lifted her onto the table and eased her backward until she was lying there with her panties and garter belt exposed.

I pulled up a chair and sat, then moved her panties aside to expose a well-groomed, light brown bush. I ran my tongue up her slit and found it overflowing with pungent juices while she gripped my head and moaned. My cock was throbbing and I was definitely looking forward to slipping it into her hot pussy, which I had zero doubt that I'd be doing. In the meantime, I intended to enjoy eating her pussy and bringing her to an intense orgasm. Holding her panties aside, I lapped up her flavor as she writhed and moaned on the conference table. When I slipped a finger into her, I was pleased to note how snug her pussy was and how easily my finger slipped inside due to all of the lubrication she was producing. When I started to lick and suck her clit, I could tell that she had to bite back an even louder moan that tried to slip out.

Glancing up, I could read the raw passion on her face, even with her eyes closed. I also noted that, despite how erotic her garter belt and stockings were, I needed to get more clothing off of her before I started to fuck her. Before I got to strip her down, however, I was going to make her cum so I focused on licking and sucking her clit while fingering her pussy. The longer I went at it, the more she was writhing and the wetter her pussy was becoming. I had to guess that she was a little pent up to want to sneak off with a coworker during an office party, which I figured would make it easier to get her there, but I didn't necessarily want to rush it. Yes, there was a risk of getting caught, however minimal, but I also wanted to relish eating her pussy for a bit.

I wasn't disappointed, however, when she started to tense up and I could tell that she was on the verge of cumming. It seemed like she was almost holding her breath as she approached the precipice before tumbling over and I'm sure she didn't intend to let out a moan as loud as she did. Her body trembled as she came and a flood of fresh juices washed over my still pumping finger. Once she'd gone still and had let out a long sigh, I slipped my fingers from her pussy and stood. She raised her ass for me as I slipped her thong panties off and set them aside before opening my pants and releasing my rigid tool. She still had her eyes closed until I started slipping it into her but they went wide as my girth filled her.

I started to slowly fuck her, relishing the hot, slippery feel of her pussy as I leaned forward, bracing myself on the tabletop with her legs hooked over my arms. Once I had a good rhythm going, I brought my hands up to fondle her breasts through her dress then pushed the hem up high enough to expose her bare stomach and her bra. I caressed her tits through her bra, feeling her hard nipples pressing outward, then undid the front clasp and exposed them. Her tits were average-sized with light pink areolas that were on the large side. I went back to caressing the soft, smooth flesh of her tits and running my hands over her hard nipples while continuing to slide my cock in and out of her hot pussy.

After a bit, I wanted to get more of her clothes off then continue to fuck her, so I slipped my cock from her pussy and had her sit up. I raised her dress up over her head then slid her bra off as well. We made out for a moment while she stroked my tool then I had her hop off the table and turn around. She leaned on the tabletop as I guided my cock back into her while admiring her ass. I took her by the hips as I eased myself back into her hot and slippery pussy then started fucking her again, watching as my hips tapped against her ass cheeks and made them jiggle slightly.

At around the same time that I was reaching up to cup Meghann's swinging tits, she slipped a hand back between her legs and started stroking her clit. I don't know how close she'd been to cumming while she'd been on her back but as soon as she started touching herself, she also started pushing back against my incoming thrusts. I could feel her pussy becoming even more engorged the longer I fucked her which was causing my own orgasm to build. It got to the point where I didn't even have to keep humping her ass because she was pushing back against me harder and faster as I enjoyed the feel of her pussy and continued to cup her soft, smooth tits.

When she started to moan and I sensed that she was getting close to cumming again, I reluctantly released her tits and took her by the hips again. I started thrusting again in synch with her movements so that I could push my cock more deeply into her. She started tensing up again though she continued to push back then her body started to tremble as she let another louder moan escape. I continued to fuck her and it appeared that she continued to stroke her clit as her pussy was flooded with even more lubricant which made my orgasm build even faster. When she'd apparently finished cumming, she straightened up and my cock slipped out of her.

She turned around and kissed me while repositioning the both of us so that my back was to the table. She sat in the chair I'd been using earlier and took my cock in her hand as I leaned against the table. After a couple of strokes, she wrapped her lips around my tool and started to blow me. I ran my fingers through her light brown hair but otherwise just tried to relax and enjoy her oral skills as my orgasm continued to build. She definitely left nothing to be desired when it came to cocksucking and I savored the pleasure that her hot mouth was providing.

As if the build-up while fucking her and due to her skillful blowjob wasn't enough, it didn't escape me that she was sitting there wearing nothing but a black garter belt and black stockings. Having that in the back of my mind and being able to see her tits dangling as she leaned forward only helped to contribute to the pleasure I was feeling and the rate at which my orgasm was approaching. She never paused even as my cock swelled more in anticipation of my climax. When I finally exploded down her throat, she still kept right on going, swallowing my load and continuing to suck my cock until I was completely spent.

She straightened up and sat back in the chair while I caught my breath and, as I admired her, I knew I'd want to get me some more of that. I grabbed her dress, bra and panties and handed them to her, though I was not anxious for her to cover up. She pulled her bra back on first, then her panties, standing to get the thong wedged between her cheeks. I took her in my arms and kissed her again, running my hands down over her bare cheeks as her arms went around my neck. We made out for a couple of minutes before we went back to getting dressed. I pulled my underwear and pants back up, tucking my sleeping cock away, while Meghann pulled her dress over her head and wriggled into it.

"You want to do this again sometime?" she asked as we prepared to head back to the party.

"Definitely," I replied, "but maybe not in the same place. Where do you live?"

"Stapleton," she said, "What about you?"

"About six blocks from here," I told her, "I have a studio over on 20th."

"Do you really want to go back to the party?" she asked, stopping in her tracks.

"Would you rather go over to my place?" I responded.

"Hell yes," she said, laughing.

With another kiss, we split up to go and get our coats, agreeing to meet in the lobby.



The Office Party



"I would rather go to a root canal than an office party," Dan told his wife when she finally got up the nerve to ask. "But you go and try not to get yourself fired. And if, I mean when, you drink too much, have somebody sober drive you home". 

Lisa pouted. "And when I get home, I suppose you'll want... something...?"

"I just might, if I've been watching porn instead of the Jets."

A week and a day later, Lisa stood by her window watching a gentle but depressing rain. She was choosing her outfit for the party and hated everything she tried on. Everything was too old or too out of style or too tight. 

"Or I'm too fat!" She yanked off the blouse so furiously that her camisole went with it, leaving her in a skimpy red lace demi bra (a festive color) and white half slip. Across the street, Roger, her elderly neighbor, had just lost an argument with his wife and stomped out to go to the mailbox. He was halfway when the motion in Lisa's window caught his eye. He stopped, in semi-shock as his demure neighbor bared her back, then turned half way around, not quite enough to see him, had she been looking. He could only see down to just below her shoulders, but he walked very slowly to the mailbox and leaned on it for support. The figure in the window raised her arms and ran her fingers under the bra straps, which vanished from view and fell to her elbows. She she reached behind herself for the catch and the bra fell to the floor.

Roger fumbled for the mail as the figure in the window floated away. His reaction, even in jeans, was more than evident. He walked slowly backwards in the rain, hoping she would return. She did, still naked from the waist up as best he could tell, and she slipped a black cocktail dress over her head. 

"Damn!" She looked hotter with the spaghetti straps barely covering her shoulders. He would have unspeakable fantasies for the rest of the day. His wife eventually asked him why he kept looking out the window. "Just watching the weather," he mumbled.

Prefering not to drive in the 5-inch heels she was going to wear, Lisa called one of the men on the tech crew to come pick her up. "Bring friends," she giggled, "I don't want the neighborhood to think I have a date." The she put on enough make up and perfume for a month of dates. She finished her look with gleaming mahogany nail polish, and sat down with Dan. She kept her fingers spread, and Dan noticed the dark color.

"What ever happened to wearing red?" he groused, then he turned on the TV. A woman with long mahogany-colored fingernails was selling scotch. She noted that the color matched her dress and and mood at having to go alone.

He was watching the pre-game and Roger-the-neighbor was at his window when a car, with 3 well-dressed mid-20s aged guys stopped in front of her house. The empty seat was behind the driver. Lisa, in that black dress that almost hit halfway between waist and knee, black patterend "stripper-stockings" and 5-inch black heels, danced down the sidewalk, around the car and unaware that she was giving her neighbor heart-failure, she got in non too gracefully. She didn't bother to smooth her dress back down.

Roger, his tongue hanging out, turned from the window. His wife commented that he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"No, quite the opposite." he allowed. She looked out the window, but only saw a car driving away in the rain.

Lisa was more careful with her dress, making sure that too much did not show at the office party, and all the ladies could relate to her struggle with finding something appropriate in her wardrobe. As far as she knew, the men, including her boss had no complaints. She danced the night away, first with one, then another. She was very aware of whose husband she was dancing with, and kept distance and did proper ballroom steps with those men. With the unaccompanied guys, she was less restrained and more than once let herself melt into the arms, and throbbing groin of a partner. 

As most of the partiers got deeper into spirits and too tipsy for a work-related event, she chose only single men and none from her department for dance partners. The last half hour, she spent limp and breathless in the embrace of a man she barely knew. He was a great dancer, strong, and made her feel 25, thin and desirable. They danced so tightly together that she could feel him twitch and throb, and a time or two she thought maybe her waves would be coming, but each time they waned. She was so warm her hair gel had lost its will and her perfume, expertly dabbed behind her ears, knees and ankles, had become an aura of its own. As the last danced ended, he expertly dipped her, then kissed her full and open-mouth. Lisa nearly fainted. Through her haze she realized she did not want it to ever end.

As goodbyes were being said and people from her department were drifting, or wobbling, out, her last dance partner walked up. "I should have introduced myself, I'm Brad. I'll see you safely to your car, may I?"

Lisa glanced around. Her gal-pals all had had too much to drink and were getting rides. "Um, well, ok... but it's home in the garage. I came with the I.T. crew and they have all left. 

His eyes glowed. "May I have the pleasure?" He didn't wait for an answer, but took her hand and led her away. As he helped her into the passenger seat of his car, his eyes fed on her stocking clad thighs and his throat tightened. He drove and they made small talk, most of it being his compliments about her appearance and dancing skills. He placed his hand on her leg well above her knee.

"Um I don't think you should do that, dear. I am a married old lady, you know."

He smiled. "Your leg, even under glamor-hose, feels better than my entire first wedding night."

Lisa inhaled sharply. She had no answer for that and was still weak down to her knees from the way he kissed her. His hand was all the way under her dress when they turned the corner to her street. Her legs had parted and she leaned toward him contentedly.

Roger watched the car pull up to the curb. Across the street, it looked like broad daylight, the lights were all on, curtains all open as if it were noon. He stared as they stepped from the car and he escorted her to the door. His wife was asleep but the prospect of seeing his neighbor-lady in the black cocktail dress had kept him quite on edge. Lisa opened the door to go in.

"This has been the best night I've had in two lifetimes, might we have a nightcap before I leave?" His fingers entwined with hers.

Lisa's eyes opened wide. "My hubby might not approve, maybe?"

"If he's awake he can join us." Brad quickly interjected. " As hot as you are, he must be something else." And he guided her in and closed the door. Roger watched from his window, but all he could really see was a wall, picture the back of a floral-upholstered couch and a stairway.

"Be right back," Lisa motioned Brad to the couch. "Have to visit the girls room, and check on Dan." She slipped out of the heels and flitted upstairs. Two men watched her go. One could see right up her dress. The other, at a distance, imagined that he could. She waved to her company from the stair-landing, then vanished down the hall.

Dan had not been watching the Jets. He was soundly snoozing on their bed while "Chatbox Cathy" moaned and groaned with a toy half inserted in her pussy on the nearby computer. His belly had what looked like dried cum amidst the curly black hair. Lisa was suddenly awash in a dangerous cocktail of emotions as she eased back out of the bedroom and slipped down the hall to freshen up. Having the shoes off felt so good that she peeled down the floral pantyhose and replaced them with a skimpy sheer black string panty. She added a second gold anklet, with a small spade charm and went back downstairs, obviously shaken. Two men watched her.

"What's the matter?" Brad asked quietly. She didn't answer, just stood at the foot of the stairs like in a trance. He covered the distance to her in 2 steps, put both arms around her and said, "You can tell me, just let it go." Lisa did just that, in a stage whisper and flood of tears. Her waist pressed to his as if for more than comfort.

Across the street, Roger couldn't stand it. To him it looked like they were doing it, or were about to. He opened the front door and crept outside, then ran diagonally across the street, and then, out of breath, snuck up to the living room window and hid in the shadows of some shrubbery. He could faintly hear them. He could see the man's hands on his neighbor's waist. Were they moving lower? His throat was tight.

Lisa's mind was spinning with what she had seen and what she was feeling. Her knees gave way and he caught her and held her, her legs dangling. She was the picture of a damsel in distress being rescued as he carried her to the couch and gently laid her down. Her dress had slid up to her waist while her legs were swinging. She ignored it.

"Lisa?" When she did not immediately respond, he softly kissed her, then his tongue slipped between her lips and the kiss was very very deep and insistent. Her eyes opened wide and she struggled, but he caught both her hands and pinned them to the couch above her head. And kept up the kiss. His manhood rubbed hard against her through his trousers. 

Lisa's "Please, I can't... not here...," was muffled by the mouth pressing hers. The more she squirmed, the higher up her dress crept. Then his knees were between hers. She felt the pressure as her legs were so slowly pushed wide open. She wavered, breathless, helpless, hopeless.

In the shadows, Roger could not keep his hand off of his crotch. The chance of being caught made it all the more exciting for him. And upstairs Chatbox Cathy wailed in self driven passion as the toy hummed away and viewers comments burned across the screen. Dan grunted and propped up on two pillows. His cock pointed at the ceiling and he began stroking, all the while staring at Cathy's thin heaving torso.

Brad knew he had won when Lisa's knees bent and her legs crossed behind his. He let go of her hands, broke the kiss long enough to whisper how bad he wanted her. His hands slid down to her ass and he pulled her tightly to him. He kissed her, open-mouth, again and this time there was no resistance. His hands, under her ass, grabbed at and pulled down on her wispy underthing. Then only his pants were between his aching manhood and his prize.

Roger strained to see more than just Lisa's leg and Brad's pants-covered butt. As they wiggled and squirmed together, Roger mindlessly undid his pants, his cock bounced up and he began. His heart raced.

The pressure bewteen Brad and Lisa eased momentarily as he got his hands in between them enough to unzip his pants. It took some doing, as hard as he was, but he sprung it loose, and it strained against Lisa's undergarment. She gasped as his fingers brushed her clit and pulled at the sheer fabric. His tip nestled into her entry-place and he pressed as his knees opened her legs wider. Lisa gasped as her folds yielded. 

Brad struggled to control himself, he just wanted to ram it in and fuck her violently. But he watched her face intently and pressed, relaxed, pressed, relaxed, until she caved. Her lips opened, and he was accepted, the head just popped in. Just the head, but the short gentle motions advanced it a little each time. And Lisa, now abandoned to what was happening, was copiously wet. Halfway in and then he plunged, tried to shove his entire life into her garden. Lisa's wide-open dazed eyes fluttered closed as he began the motions that were intended to send her over the edge. They were totally wedded and the long intense moving in and out, back and forth were doing just that. Lisa's beathing grew shallow, her hips rose and relaxed. She ran her nails down his back inside his shirt.

Upstairs, Dan looked at the clock as he masturbated with virtual, insatiable Cathy. "Where the hell is Lisa?" He got up and padded down the hall to the landing, his cocking pointing the way as it bobbed up and down. Outside, in the shadows, Roger was working himself over watching his neighbor lady being fucked by a black guy when to his horror, Dan appearred at the landing. Roger went cold, clammy and his erection wilted, as if he had been caught. He leaned on the house for support. But no one was looking at him.

Dan, disbelieving and speechless, watched his wife responding to this stranger who was blatantly fucking her on the couch in front of an open window! But, had he not just watched half a dozen such cuck-watches-wife-with-bull scenes before clicking up Chatbox Cathy? Dan's cock was hard as a baseball bat, and that was before he heard Lisa began to whimper. He knew that that sound meant.

Dan was intently stroking himself. His mouth was open and dry. He wanted to do something to stop them. Just cough, go shut a door, anything to break the spell she was under. He could not. He was mesmerized. "Why doesn't she fight him off?" He worked his right hand faster. His breathing was more ragged than his wife's.

Outside, Roger had to clean his glasses. He was watching Dan masturbate as he watched his wife give herself to someone else. And now he could hear Lisa's noises, the sounds of a woman surrendered in ecstasy. He was hard again and knew he could not last. His hand closed around his penis again. He pulled himself mercilessly.

Lisa inhaled sharply and her bare toes curled, both of her hands pulled at the couch covers. "Now, baby?" asked the man who had taken her to the edge. Face down he had not seen Dan, who was now furiously stroking it.

Lisa, totally wound up and about to lose it, had not seen anything in a while. "Yes, OMG Yes, fuck me..." her last word washed out by the first twinge between her legs, her eyes opened and closed tight and she trembled as the waves of climax came over her while he rode high on her to keep contact with her clit. Then the floodgates opened. Lisa wailed a long soprano-operatic cry and her hips raised off the couch as the second wave totally dissolved her.

Lisa's cry was more than Dan could take and the cum spilled, then just shot, then drooled from his cock. He held on to the railing with one hand as he drove himself with the other. He grunted, but no one heard. Lisa was lost in her climax and then Brad was groaning his victory as globs of his honey exploded into Lisa's depths.

From outside, Roger heard Lisa moan as he watched the couple, and then his cum splattered on his shoes and his pants. He leaned against the house, out of breath.

Dan's penis finally stopped squirting, after getting his cream all over his shorts and hands and feet and the carpet. He was shaking as he looked down at the couple on the couch, still lost in ecstasy, still moving as one. Realizing he would be humiliated if they saw him, he turned and silently padded back to the bedroom. Cathy was horny as ever on screen, begging viewers to join her in private for a show they would never forget. 

On the couch, Lisa begged Brad to lay with her, stay inside her, as he softened. She had completely lost track of where she was. Brad kissed her longingly, then brought her gently back to reality and regretfully, they untangled themselves, straightened their clothes, and Lisa ran upstairs to put on her slippers. 

But going upstairs, she did feel something seeping out between her thighs. She giggled and for an instant wanted to lay down and touch herself. Wasn't what Brad had done enough? "Maybe." The bathroom door was closed and she heard water running. She danced back down the stairs to the living room. She kissed Brad sweetly on the lips and swirled across the room. "We have to be good, he's awake now," she teased.

Moments later, Dan, in t-shirt and jeans, trooped down the stairs. "You're home?" he asked. Crouched in the bushes, Roger held his breath.

"Honey, this is Brad, from work. The techies faded early so he brought me home. Be glad you didn't go. Ugh. I invited him in for a nightcap. Join us?" Lisa amazed herself at how suddenly normal everything seemed. Fifteen minutes ago she had been coming unglued with his man's cock in her up to her belly button. Now they are all having slightly awkward but pleasant conversation. And she was quite a sight in a skimpy cocktail dress and pink fuzzy bedroom slippers.

"Might as well," Dan agreed. "Nice meeting you, Brad. Are you also in I.T.?"

"A pleasure meeting you both. I'm new in the company. Still in training, then I'll join legal. Unless I run off and join the circus first." Lisa giggled knowingly. Brad was so much looser about everything than the suits over in legal.

The doorbell rang. "Who could that be, at this hour?" Dan said as he looked out the window to see his across-the-street neighbor on the porch. He opened the door. "Roger, what are you doing up so late?"

"I saw that car out front and all the lights on and curtains open, just wondered if something was... up," Roger replied with a straight face.

Just a late party, and Lisa's date, Brad, finally brought her home. Come in and join us for a drink," Dan said. "Lisa's our bar-wench." She curtseyed, showing too much leg and a smidge of wet underwear, and motioned for him to come on in.

"Don't mind if I do," Roger gushed as he tried for the second time in an hour to not wet his pants.