0 comments/ 37216 views/ 5 favorites Office Fun Ch. 01 By: charlie225 Emily shifted awkwardly in her office chair. She was hot, and nervous, and edgy. The atmosphere in the office was too close; the air conditioning had failed and it was simply too humid to sit comfortably. She glanced around the large open plan office. Many of her colleagues had gone to lunch; taken the opportunity to spend some time outside and make the best of the beautiful weather. Some remained; eating at their desks. Her manager sat opposite her and a few terminals down, engrossed in his work. Emily's nerves, however, had nothing to do with the temperature. She kept her eyes on the time, unable to concentrate on her work, unsure of when she would be called upon. She only knew slightly of what he had in store. She knew he was going to arrive at her workplace, and she knew she was going to meet him. But she did not know when, and she did not know what he intended for them to do. She had followed the rules he had set her. She was to wear a black pencil skirt to just above her knees, and beneath it stockings and a suspender belt. He specifically required she wore no underwear. She smiled to herself as she thought about what lay beneath her smart outfit, and felt an undeniable wave of arousal as she shifted in her chair, feeling the smooth material of the skirt directly on her skin. Her mind drifted as she recalled and desired his lips on her lips, kissing her hard, and then moving to her neck, her throat; his teeth and tongue and mouth all over her; urgent, passionate kisses, giving away the force of his desire towards her. She glanced down and saw the material of her stiff cotton white blouse straining where her nipples, had hardened against the cloth, clearly visible without a bra. She noted the slight pull between the top buttons as her breasts were restricted beneath the fabric. Her outfit was undeniably sexy, and knowing she was dressing like this for him turned her on immensely. An email caught her eye as it popped up on her screen. She did not know the sender's name, but she knew his identity. It consisted entirely of four words: "Undo your top button". She looked around the office. It was a large room, an open plan office with some people at their desks, some walking around. It was at least half empty. She looked back at the screen and thought about following the instruction she had received. Another email appeared. "I'm waiting". Emily did not know how he could see her. He did not know if there was a webcam at her desk, if he was in the office, if he was outside looking in. Awkwardly, she moved her hand to her blouse and undid the top button; the strain on the blouse gone, and her cleavage clearly on view. Her heart was beating hard and fast, and hands shaking very slightly. She had only undone one button but she knew what this meant, and what he had in store for her. As she expected, he sent her another email. This one consisted of further instructions: "Pull your skirt up high, so that it is round your waist. And undo a further button. Then look in your top drawer on the left." Her mouth was dry. He was asking for her be naked from the waist down, at work, in the office. Nervously she checked round the room again to see who could see her. Her manager would be able to see, if he looked up, what she was about to do. But he would only see her shuffling in her chair; moving. He would not see her exposed stocking-clad legs, or the fact she was not wearing underwear. She could feel how wet she was, just at what she was being asked to do. She edged her chair closer to her desk. If she could get as close as possible to the desk, no one would see. Her legs would be under the desk. Slowly, she put her hands to the bottom of her skirt and began to pull it up, the tight material getting caught slightly on her stockings. She stopped when she reached the top of her thighs; nervous. Pulling it right up would make it a lot harder to pull back down in a hurry. Her heart hammered in her chest, so loudly she thought other people must be able to hear it. An email appeared on her screen again. "Don't make me wait." She pulled the skirt up as far as it would go. It was at her waist. She looked down and saw her stockings and suspenders, and her pussy. The sight turned her on. The fact he was watching her and instructing her turned her on even more. She felt the wetness between her legs and shifted, parting her legs slightly. Her pussy felt hot, and she could smell the scent of her own juice. She suddenly remembered the rest of her instruction. To open another button. This was trickier with her manager so close by; the top half of her was far more visible. Her desire was making her bolder though, and the thought of someone seeing what she was doing no longer seemed so wrong. She opened the button and watched as her breasts were almost exposed; the fabric covering her nipples but their fullness clearly on display. She wanted so badly to touch them, and to touch in between her legs. But she had further instructions to follow. She turned to the drawer and pulled it open. Inside lay a butt plug with some lube, and what she presumed was a vibrator. She gasped; she should have known that this was something he would be likely to do, but even so, she was shocked. The very notion that he intended she would use these toys at his command, in her office shocked her; but it aroused her considerably. She looked back up to her screen and saw he had sent her another message. "Spread your legs". She did as she was told, wondering how he could see when she was hidden below the desk. She presumed it was a camera of some sort, but she could not believe he had managed to get it installed under her desk at her workplace without her knowing a thing about it. She knew he was could see directly between her legs and this sent a thrill through her, knowing he was watching her so closely. Almost instantly he sent her another message: "Thank you. You are very wet. I can see your cunt juice; it's practically dripping. I want to see more though. Touch yourself. Make yourself even wetter. And make sure your cunt juice runs over your arsehole. I want to see you play with your arsehole." She knew she would not say no, she knew she would do as he said. The fact it would be obvious to anyone who saw her now seemed to be slipping further from her mind. She slid her hand under the desk and touched her pussy lips tentatively. She was soaking wet, and she slipped a finger inside her cunt. She pulled it out and then pushed in another finger, slowly, feeling her juices dripping out of her. She started finger-fucking herself, slowly and deliberately. She needed to touch her clit though, it was throbbing just at the anticipation of being touched. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and circled her clit, rubbing softly at first but then more urgently. With her left hand she pushed a finger into her cunt and felt the wetness oozing round her hand. She did as she had been instructed and directed the juices below, to her arsehole. She had to spread her legs further though, and it was at this point she realised she no longer cared if anyone saw. She pushed the chair back slightly and pulled her legs up so her heels were on the chair. Her knees were now visible over her desk; her stockings and suspenders and soaking cunt could clearly be seen by anyone close by, as could her hands between her legs, pleasuring herself. She ran her finger over her tight arsehole, the wetness from her cunt acting as a natural lubricant. Slowly, she pushed a finger at the entrance to her arsehole, whilst still rubbing hard on her clit with her other hand. She pushed further, until her finger was buried deep in her arse. She looked over to the other side of the large office, and felt eyes on her. She saw a colleague she did not know, but whom she had seen a few times around the building. He was watching her, his face giving away nothing. He did not appear shocked, or aroused. He simply watched. He was some distance away but she knew he could see what she was doing. A shock of pleasure ran through her as she inserted another finger into her arse, with the pleasure in her cunt building up, further and further. Another message appeared on the screen: "Stop." Instantly she did what she was told, but the pressure between her legs was throbbing, and she was irritated he had made her stop. Stopping made her realise just what she had been doing, and humiliation flooded over her as she realised how many people had been watching. Her manager had clearly known for some time what she had been up to. She looked over at him and he did not respond, but she knew she was ok. She knew this was not a problem. No one was stopping her. No one was asking her to cover up. Those who had noticed were just looking, from their desks. The next message arrived. "Look at the toys. Take the plug. You know what to do. I want it fully inserted, so that it will stay in if you stand up. Whilst you do this, take the vibe and hold it over your clit. Don't worry about the on-switch." She wondered what this meant, but did as she was told. The vibe was metallic and cold on her hot, wet cunt. She did not switch it on because she could not see how to. She picked up the plug and placed it at the entrance to her arsehole. It looked big, and she was worried about how she would fit it inside her. She looked up, and saw six or seven pairs of eyes on her. She opened her legs further, aware of being watched, and concentrated on beginning to push the plug in. Suddenly she jumped with shock and pleasure, as she realised the vibe was controlled remotely. He was controlling it. The vibrations were slow, and quiet, but came as a delightful shock. The pleasure began to build rapidly, and she rubbed the vibe on her clit, wriggling and pulsing in her chair, but then suddenly the vibrations stopped. Her pussy was so wet and slippery. Shocks of pleasure throbbing through her body. She looked down, at the big black plug she held at the entrance to her arsehole. Slowly, she began to push, and she felt it stretching her tight hole. The wetness from her cunt continued lubricating her arsehole, and suddenly the vibrations began again, making her jump. She rubbed the vibe hard on her clit, the pleasure between her legs building up again, her pussy contracting and spasming, as she pushed in the plug with her other hand. She watched as she inserted the plug; the feeling and the sight of her arsehole being penetrated whilst her cunt was not sending waves of pleasure through her. The plug was deep inside her, and there was not much further for it to go before its widest point. She paused, savouring the feeling of being stretched and exposed, the vibrations on her clit driving her wild, and close to orgasm. She was at his mercy though, because she knew he could stop the vibrator at any moment. It was this thought: the fact that he was making her do these things at her own desk, that he was watching her, and controlling her pleasure, that sent her over the edge. The orgasm rocketed through her body, and she pushed the plug in as far as it could go, feeling her arsehole swallow the largest part of the plug, leaving if fixed in place, with just the end outside her body. Her pussy contracted hard as the intense orgasm continued to sweep over her and she took the hand that had been holding the plug and pushed two fingers deep inside her, feeling her pussy clamp down on her fingers, and feeling the plug in her arse, from inside her cunt. She gasped as the orgasm began to subside, and pulling her fingers out from inside her, she unconsciously brought them to her mouth, and tasted her own juice. She had been watched by many people in the office, and she could not believe what she had done. Her legs were still spread, the plug was still in her arse, and she looked and felt like a slut. Just as this thought crossed her mind she received another email. "Thank you. You performed beautifully. However, sluttish, exhibitionist behaviour in the office in full view of everyone will not be tolerated. You need to be fucked, and taught a lesson. Stand up and pull your skirt back down. Leave the butt plug in. Do up your blouse. Go to the balcony on the fifth floor, and meet me there." Emily began to stand up, shakily, eyes on her from all round the office. She was hot, and exhausted. With her skirt up round her waist and her pussy on display beneath her stockings and suspenders, she felt the plug in her arse as she straightened up. Awkwardly, she pulled her skirt back down to her knees, and, hands shaking, fastened the buttons on her blouse. With as much dignity as she could muster, and without looking back, she made for the door, heading for the fifth floor. --- End of part one --- Office Fun Ch. 02 I let her sit for a few seconds. The climax had been amazing, her body still shook and her breasts gently quivered with each breath she took. Her eyes were closed in silent recognition of what happened and her body glistened with sweat, the clear salty liquid dripping off her, but I didn't want to wait too long. She needed to be embarrassed to know that I was in total control; her pleasure was at my discretion not hers. "Wake up, whore!" "I, I wasn't sleeping, I was ... Look I did what you wanted," she said her face still flush as she struggled to catch her breath and still talk. "Can I go now?" "What you can do, is shut the fuck up." I said this as harshly as I could to drive home the predicament that her whoring cheating ways put her in. I went on to remind her that not referring to me as Sir would be disrespectful and that the last thing she might want right now is to treat me with disrespect. I asked her if she understood. "Yes Sir" was her simple reply. It was still fairly early. The building was secure and the next shift had to wait until 7am before the doors would unlock, so for the next several hours we were completely alone. I started downloading the pictures I just took while simultaneously displaying them on my flat screen. She said nothing but as each picture displayed her eyes betrayed her slight defiance as pleasure. Walking up to her I demanded that she get on her knees in front of me. She did so silently. I unbuckled my belt and had her remove my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. I don't think my cock had achieved this level of stiffness without the use of that little diamond shaped blue pill in years. Again to establish control and further her humiliation I slapped my hard cock across her face, "well!" She reached out and took the base of my cock in her soft hands. The feeling was incredible. I was no 24 year old stud and unlike so many other stories I rdid not have a 10" monster cock the circumference of a Morton salt container. I was 64 and right now my hard cock was every bit of it's 6 to 7 inches in length and normal girth. She gently stroked the length letting her tongue flicker against the swollen head. I could see my pre-cum slip across her gums and lips as she took almost the entire length into her waiting mouth. Sucking me deep inside her she slid her wet mouth down the shaft while her other hand reached under and began to fondle and caress my balls. She was good I'll give her that and no stranger to sucking cock. With her left-hand she held my hard cock against my belly and licked the entire length of my scrotum, starting from just underneath my sweaty sack letting her tongue slip side to side tasting my manhood. She started sucking my balls, almost like it was a tiny cock pulling them into her mouth her saliva and my sweat dripping on her chin. I had to stop her as it was too soon for me to climax and there were too many other pleasures I intended to extract from her. "I think it's time to see of you're the cheating whore you alleged to be earlier." I reminded her she told hot4sue she wanted to tease the crack of his hot ass. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, at the same time my other hand traveled along her neck and softly at first massaged her breast teasing and pinching her nipples, till they were hard. Pulling slightly on her hair not enough to cause too much pain but enough to make her feel it, I continued pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts. I had always wondered what a tossed salad would feel like and knew I was about to find out. I explained what she was going to do next and told her I expected her to tongue and lick my ass with the same enjoyment she had sucking my cock. The more I explained how I was going to force her to do this the more turned on I became and the less hope she had of ever being in control. Yanking her hair hard, I pulled her away from the front of the couch as she lost balance on her knees and spilled on the floor. Stepping over her, I knelt on the couch, my head over the back and my knees buried in the cushion. Getting comfortable I spread my ass and legs to give her complete access from behind. She knelt up close to me and I felt her tongue lick my skin just behind my balls the area known as the perineum to scientist or taint to just about anyone else. She reached up with her right hand and pulled my hard cock back toward the crack of my ass, with her right hand resting above my crack on the small of my back she began sucking my cock from behind. Her tongue was like magic pushing against the drippy wet tiny opening of my cock and moving off then along my ass crack each time getting closer and closer to my tight brown hole. She let her tongue draw smaller and smaller circles around my hole till she just brushed against it at first then lingering longer and longer. Her head was buried against my ass and her tongue felt so good as she prodded and teased the hole at one point pushing it deep inside then licking all around, again going back to my cock. I thought I would explode but held on encouraging her to tongue fuck my ass and calling her a fucking slut. She attacked my puckered ass with her tongue letting it slip deep inside faster and deeper, she was literally fucking me in the ass with her tongue the whole time pulling and tugging my cock. I was ready so fucking ready I almost shot my load right there but managed to turn away stepping off the couch. "You fucking cunt," I said "you are a whore and a cheating bitch" She just knelt there breathing heavy ramming 4 fingers into her pussy. "Oh yes, Sir, I am a fucking cunt. I am a filthy cheating bitch who deserves what ever you do Sir" She would have sucked off my dog at this point if I demanded it. "I want you to gag on my hard cock you filthy bitch." I pulled the back of her head violently against me not letting her catch her breath and forced my cock as far down her throat as I could. Ramming into her mouth she started to gag her saliva like cum was dripping off her chin. When I felt she had been humbled yet again, I forced her forward onto her hands and knees. Coming up from behind I demanded she spread her ass for me. She did so without hesitation. Not waiting to see what resistance her ass would offer I slammed my weight into her forcing my hard cock in her ass, and started fucking her hard. I fucked her hard the entire length of my cock going in and out of her willing ass, my balls slapping against her cheeks. When it was almost there I got a flash of a porn category I saw on the site smuttt.com, titled ass to mouth. Pulling out my cock and forcing her on her back I knelt over her my balls resting just above her breasts. Grabbing my hard cock I started stroking it. Within seconds my cock exploded, the first shot of cum hitting her face dripping down over her nose and cheeks. She managed to catch most of it in her mouth and swallowed what she could. At my age an orgasm of that intensity is rare; my body shook with pleasure as cum gushed across her face. Catching my breath, I told her to go clean up then come back to my office and get dressed. I watched her walking across the office floor to the bathroom her cum dripping down her legs and my cum dripping off her face. Damn, was my cock getting hard again? When she returned I told her to get dressed. I told her from now on there would be rules and she should expect every Sunday to be like this one. She simply diverted her eyes looking at the floor and said, "Yes Sir." To be continued Office Fun Ch. 02 Emily pushed open the doors of the fifth floor office. Her heart was beating loud and fast. She could not believe what she had just done. She walked through the office, her head down, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, wondering how fast news travelled. She hurried along, aiming for the far corner where the door to the balcony was located, hoping to get through quickly without anyone spotting her. With each step she took she was further reminded of him, the heels, the stockings, and of course the plug still firmly in place. She wondered with some trepidation what he planned to do with her, but she could not wait to see him. She wanted his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth, and she wanted to hear him tell her that what she had just done was not only ok, but had turned him on. She was just reaching the door when she suddenly felt someone close -- too close -- behind her. She began to turn to see who it was, but firm hands took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms behind her, holding her tightly, keeping her from turning back. Instinctively she struggled, even though she knew it was him, and even though she found the feeling of being restrained irresistible. Despite her struggles, he had no difficulty in securing her wrists behind her in one hand, and he opened the door in front of her, pushing her through. She continued to move and struggle against his grip but once out on the balcony he held her tightly against him; holding his free hand over her mouth, stopping her protesting or even turning to see him. After a moment or two she stopped struggling and she held still against him, knowing it was entirely pointless to try to escape. They were both silent, and apart from her heart hammering in her ears, the only sounds to be heard were coming from the street five floors below. She felt his lips against her ear: 'Keep quiet,' he instructed. His voice was soft, and almost tender. At his words, desire suddenly rushed through Emily as she comprehended what was happening. He had bundled her out of the office; and was holding her here on the balcony at his mercy. She could only guess at what he had in store for her. He still held her hands behind her back, even though she was no longer struggling, and his hand remained over her mouth. Emily could not deny that the feeling of being restrained by him was turning her on. He was speaking to her again. 'You're not to look at me, at all. Keep turned away from me at all times. And stay quiet, unless I ask you a question.' With that, he released his grip and she heard him step back from her. Emily said nothing. She wanted to see him, and she wanted to turn and kiss him. She considered just breaking the rules and turning round there and then, accepting any punishment he exacted. As if he knew perfectly well what she was tempted to, he warned her further, 'Believe me, you do NOT want to disobey my rules.' Emily again remained silent, thinking about what he had said. His words excited her, she felt deliciously aroused by his threat. She would not disobey him, but she knew she had the option. She looked out at the view, and felt the cool breeze in her hair. Whatever he intended for them to do, they would be on display, that is, if anyone on the street chose to look up. The iron railings round the edge of the balcony would hide nothing. Moments passed, as they both stood in silence. 'Emily,' he began, and in uttering her name she suddenly found herself strangely nervous. She paused, waiting for him to speak. 'You clearly enjoy behaving like a slut. Your actions in the office make this perfectly clear.' He was quiet again, savouring the pause. 'Show me how much you like sluttish behaviour. Go to the edge of the balcony and lean forward on the railings. Bend over and pull up your skirt.' Emily remained glued to the spot momentarily. All her disobedient thoughts disappeared in a flash, and there was a significant part of her that wanted to run from the balcony and stop the game before it had even started. She shifted on the spot in her stilettos, the plug in her arse reminding her further of the sort of game they were playing. But as if her feet had made up her mind for her, she found herself slowly taking steps forward towards the balcony railings. On reaching them she leant over as he had instructed, and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She spread her stocking-clad legs for him, her arse high in the air behind her, her pussy fully on display. She heard him take a step towards her, but he said nothing. As far as she could tell he did not come any closer to her, and as she waited, feeling his eyes on her prone body, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She was desperate for his touch. She wondered what he was waiting for, and she wished so much that she could turn round to see him. Instead, she suddenly saw a flash and heard the click of a camera shutter. Despite herself, she flushed with humiliation. She could only imagine what she looked like bent over with her legs spread, and the plug in her arse. 'Touch yourself', he instructed. 'Slide a finger inside your cunt'. Although she was still embarrassed by the unexpected photograph, she did not hesitate in bringing her hand between her legs and pushing a finger, then two, into her pussy. She heard the sound of the camera shutter again. She froze, still embarrassed, but after a moment she could not resist beginning to wank more, rubbing her clit in small circles and sliding her fingers in and out of her very wet cunt. He took another photo of her, and another, and she began to realise how much she was enjoying masturbating for his impromptu photo shoot. As she carried on touching herself, her juices running over her hand, she heard him walking towards her, his final shot taken. She pushed back, desperate to make contact with him. The continual presence of him so close but not touching her was driving her mad. She could feel that he was standing very close behind her, but whenever she edged back she could not reach him. From behind her, he spoke again. 'You still have the plug in your bottom. What sort of a slut wears a butt-plug at work?' The injustice of his words made her smile to herself. She was unsure if he intended her to answer his question, but it was at this point that she finally felt his touch. It was not his hands or fingers, however, as she so desperately craved. She felt him idly touching the plug, moving it slightly within her. It had been still for some time now, and she had become accustomed to it inside her, but the little movements he made with it, coupled with her own hand between her legs, sent incredible jolts of pleasure through her. She was lost to this feeling, in a reverie of pleasure, when she suddenly felt his hand, hard, across her backside. She gasped in shock, the stinging pain warming her skin, and the sound of the spank ringing disproportionately in her ears. 'You didn't answer my question,' he informed her. She dragged her mind back to what he had asked, finding it difficult to come up with any sort of sensible answer, trying to ignore the feeling between her legs and the stinging on her bottom. But before she knew what was happening, he had leant forwards and placed his hands at her waist, sharply bringing her up to a standing position. In turning her round to face him, he placed his hand over her eyes so she still could not see him. They were face to face, and although he covered her eyes, she was free to touch him. She brought her hands up to his body, aware of her wet fingers on his dry shirt, his hard, defined body underneath his clothes. She moved her hands to his face, tracing the contours of his lips, inhaling his scent. His hands were moving. He was doing something. She realised he was placing a blindfold over her eyes. When he finished, he moved his hands down to her arms, holding them tightly, and they both stayed like this for a few seconds. Without sight, she was more aware of the sound of their breathing; it was fast, and ragged. She started exploring his body with her hands again, when she suddenly felt him move even closer to her. She found herself staggering back slightly as he forced his lips on hers, and they were kissing each other, hard, and urgently. She moved her hands to his hair, to his neck, down his back, she was clawing at him, desperate to hold him closer to her than was possible. The desire they felt for each other was entirely conveyed in their kiss, their tongues in each others' mouths, their hands on each others' bodies. She wanted him inside her, so badly, and she felt his hands on her blouse, ripping it open, buttons flying off and landing beside them on the balcony. His lips moved to her throat, kissing her hard, then biting her hard. She wriggled away from him, in pain and pleasure, but he did not let her move, he held her firmly in place. Their kiss had got the better of her. She could hear him panting slightly, and the sound of it maddened her. She tried to move closer to him to kiss him again, but he held her in place. She remembered she was on the balcony, in full view of the street below. Her tight skirt was still up round her waist, her breasts on display under her now-useless blouse. He was clearly not going to allow her to kiss him, but his hands were travelling down her body, and she felt his fingers move in between her legs, his lips and teeth returning to her throat. He slid a finger inside her, then two, moving them in and out slowly. She up and down on his fingers, desperate for more. She was so slippery and so aroused, and she wanted to cum so badly. But he slid his fingers out from her, and pushed them to her lips. She tasted herself on his fingers, licking them clean. 'I want your lips round my cock. Get on your knees.' She did as she was told. She knelt down and reached out to him, feeling his hard cock in her hands, and then at her lips. She tasted his arousal, running her tongue up and down his shaft, before sliding his cock into her mouth, moving back and forth, feeling his length at her throat. 'I want to fuck your mouth in front of everyone on the street down there. Touch yourself. Wank as you suck my cock.' His words drove her mad with arousal, and she moved her hands between her legs, feeling her own wetness, as he pushed his cock into her mouth and her throat. 'People are watching us, you know,' he said as he pumped in and out of her mouth. 'I'm sure they want to see you cum.' Emily was fucking herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt and rubbing her clit, while he held her head back by her hair, using her mouth for his own pleasure. She wished she could see what they looked like together. The pressure was building between her legs; everything she was experiencing was overwhelming her, and the pressure carried on building and building, and then she was cumming, hard. The pleasure shot through her, making her gasp and moan against his hard cock; and then she felt his warm cum flowing into her mouth. They were cumming together, and she was swallowing him down, both their bodies shuddering as they rode out the tremors of their orgasm. They remained still, regaining their breath, Emily still on her knees. He leant down and removed her blindfold, lifting her to her feet. He held her close, and looked her straight in the eyes. She was finally able to look at him, and they kissed. 'I'm not done with you just yet,' he said. 'Arrive at my flat at 9 tonight.' He gave her a cheeky smile, and walked away from her, towards the emergency spiral staircase down the outside of the building. He stopped, and picked something up from just by the staircase. 'You might appreciate this,' he said, and threw her a bundle of fabric which landed at her feet. She watched him leave, as she pulled her skirt back down to her knees. It was only 4pm but Emily did not intend on returning to work. She was going home, to get ready for him. She was done with work for today. She bent down and retrieved the bundle from the floor. It was another blouse; one WITH buttons. Exactly the same as the one she had been wearing. Quickly she pulled off her old blouse and put on the new one, and hurried towards the staircase in the same direction he had left. She was could not wait for tonight. Office Fun Ch. 02 Marcia was sitting in the car park of the office, about to leave having just finished work, when she saw Lee walk out of the building and head towards his car. It had been four days since they had fucked in the office, and she was eager for a second round. She checked herself in the rear view mirror before beeping the horn. Lee looked towards her and she beckoned him over, winding down the window as she did. "Hey," she said with a smile. "Hi," he replied, ducking his head in through the window. She caught him taking a quick glance at her cleavage. "You wanna come to my place for some fun?" she asked, deciding to get straight to the point. "I'll drive us there." Lee's mouth opened in comic surprise for a second. "That, uh, could be a plan," he said. "Well jump on in," she leaned across the car and opened the door for Lee. He got into her car and they drove away. They drove for about 10 minutes in silence, the sexual tension between them filling the car. Marcia decided to have some fun while they drove. She undid the top button of her shirt, exposing more cleavage. She saw Lee look over out of the corner of her eye, and heard him take a deep breath and swallow. She smiled at the result, and put her hand on Lee's thigh and slowly caressed her way up his leg and gave his crotch a squeeze through his jeans. That should get him ready, she thought to herself. She moved her hand down to her skirt and undid the clasp at the front. She took her hand and eased it under her thong and grabbed her semi-hard cock and began to gently rub herself. She let out an exaggerated moan and looked at Lee with hungry eyes. She could see his cock quickly hardening through his jeans. "Baby, we're gonna have ourselves a whole lot of fun," she said. * * * They arrived at Marcia's house about 20 minutes later. Marcia's little show in the car had left them both horny. Marcia was particularly horny as she hadn't cum since her last encounter with Lee, and she was still partially hard when they pulled up onto her drive. Lee followed her into the house, utterly transfixed on her wiggling round ass as she walked. She locked the door after Lee and grabbed him by the hand, spinning him around to face her. She kissed him hard and deep on the mouth. He allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth, revelling at the sensations as he kissed her with equal passion and desire. A small moan rushed from her mouth into his before she broke away from the kiss. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. "Let's go upstairs," she said, giving his ass a squeeze. "You've no idea how much I need to be fucked right now." "I may have a fair idea," he said as he rubbed his palm over her already hard cock through her skirt. She rocked her hips into his palm for a few seconds before leading him by the hand to her bedroom. As soon as they entered the room, Marcia dropped to her knees in front of Lee and undid his trousers and slid them down. She pulled down his boxers and his cock bounced free. She wrapped her lips around his cock and began to expertly suck him. She was incredible. She deep throated like a pro, smothering his cock with saliva as she slurped her way around the head. It filled Lee with an incredible tingling sensation throughout his cock. He looked down and saw that she had her other hand down her skirt, and was rubbing her own cock as she sucked his. He has craved another look at that cock ever since the printers, and to see her jerking herself but not being able to see her cock was driving him wild. Eventually, Marcia stood up and walked backwards towards the bed, leading Lee by both hands as she did. She sat on the bed and lay back. Lee stood between her legs and lay down on top of her and began to kiss her. He slid his hand up her smooth leg and under her skirt. He eased her legs apart and felt for the top of her thong and pulled it down. Marcia lifted her ass off the bed and allowed her thong to slip over her ass. With her cock free from her underwear, Lee took it in his hand and gently began to rub it. The pre-cum build up was incredible and soon the head of her cock was lubricated with a nice sheen of the stuff. Marcia pushed him off her and eased her way up the bed towards the pillows. She pulled her skirt and thong off in one motion and threw the thong at Lee. He caught it, and marvelled at the dampness of it. He watched as she slowly removed her top and took off her bra, letting her large, perfect breasts onto the scene. She sat naked, leaning against the headboard. Her legs were bent so her knees were about level with her eyes, and they were spread wide apart, which gave Lee a wonderful view of her perfect, rigid cock. It bobbed ever so slightly, veins protruding all around. Another drop of pre-cum had already formed on the tip. Lee thought it looked about ready to explode. Marcia would have told him that he wasn't far from the truth. Four days and no orgasm, she couldn't remember the last time she had gone so long. She took her cock in her hand and began to masturbate. "Come here, Honey," she said. "This cock of mine needs some sucking." Lee pulled his shirt off and crawled up the bed towards her. He kissed her right knee, and lightly kissed down her right thigh. The sensations sent small shivers through Marcia. Her breathing grew heavier as his mouth inched ever closer to her throbbing, aching cock. He took her in his hand and squeezed while moving his hand slowly up the length of her cock, pushing out a substantial blob of pre-cum. He licked her hole, taking the pre-cum as he did. He circled her fraenulum lightly with his tongue, causing Marcia to take a sharp intake of breath. His tongue moved delicately down the length of her shaft and over her smooth balls. Lee pushed her legs back, exposing her tight ass-hole. He began licking her ass-hole. Marcia moaned as she felt his tongue circle and probe. She began to stroke her cock, very slowly just in case she shot her load, because she was already not far from the edge. Lee left her asshole and took her cock in his hand again, moving her hand away as he did so. Marcia smiled and gave him a slight nod. He wrapped his lips around her cock and began to suck. "Oh...God..." Marcia whispered as Lee slowly, inch by inch, took her cock all the way down. She felt the head of her cock hit the back of his throat before he began to pull up again. She closed her eyes and squeezed her nipple, which had become hard and very sensitive. Lee started to suck her faster and Marcia began to moan and writhe on the bed. Her free hand entangled its way into her thick brunette hair, which she grabbed and pulled as she let another deep moan escape her lips. Lee cupped her balls and began to squeeze them. Marcia was now moaning and writhing and twitching and panting as Lee continued to deepthroat her, pushing her closer to the orgasm she desperately needed. "Lee, put your fingers inside me," she said. He didn't need telling twice. He dropped her delicious balls and placed his index and middle fingers against her asshole. Marcia felt him slowly circle her hole and increase the pressure against her. This alone felt incredible; she needed to feel him inside her. She relaxed her ass and allowed his fingers to slip inside her. "Ungh!" she barked and rolled her head on the pillow. Lee put her cock in his mouth and began to suck her again. "Curl your fingers up, find my prostate baby." Lee curled his fingers until he found what he was looking for. Marcia let out a grunt and Lee tasted a drop of pre-cum emerge from her cock as her ass spasmed around his fingers. Her prostate began to instantly swell and Lee continued to massage it with both fingers. Marcia was in heaven. Her ass and groin tingled with pleasure as she felt her prostate harden to Lee's touch. She knew she was getting close, but she didn't want to cum yet. She had to use all the distraction techniques in the book to make sure she didn't squirt down Lee's throat, as nice a thought as that was. She let Lee suck her for about 15 minutes, all the while hovering dangerously close to the edge. She held out until Lee cheekily added a third finger to her prostate. "Stop!" she yelled. "Slowly take your fingers out of my ass; I'm right on the edge. Very slowly." Lee, very slowly, removed his fingers. As they slipped out of her Marcia let out a long groan. Just the feeling of Lee slipping out her had nearly made her shoot. She began to giggle. "That was too close," she said. "I don't want to cum until your cock is deep inside me." "Is that a hint?" Lee asked. "Damn right it is. Fuck me, Lee. Fuck me with that big cock." She lifted her legs up and held onto the back of her thighs. Lee positioned himself on the bed, and lined the head of his cock against her tight ass. He began to push his cock forward. Marcia bit down on her lip as she prepared to let Lee enter her. He was very big and thick and her ass was very tight. He increased the pressure and she relaxed her ass. The head of his cock popped into her. She let out a yelp which was soon lost to a moan of pleasure as she allowed herself to get used to the invasion. "Deeper, baby," she cooed. He slowly pushed his way into her. His cock brushed against her swollen prostate and yet more pre-cum dibbled out of her cock and onto her stomach to pool in her navel. Eventually, he was all the way inside her, his balls resting against her balls. His cock stretched her asshole almost to the point of pain. But it felt so, so good. Lee lowered his face to hers and kissed her. While they kissed, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. His cock pressing against her prostate at every opportunity, and Marcia's pleasure began to build enormously. "Faster," she said. Lee began to thrust deeper and harder, causing the headboard to rattle off the bedroom wall. Marcia began to breathe in short gasps and thought that she may actually pass out if the pleasure in her groin continued to build. Lee increased the speed again, with each thrust he almost pulled his cock out of her, and then rammed it back in as far as he could. Marcia began to whimper. She was so fucking close it was driving her mad. She looked down at her cock and the pool of pre-cum on her stomach and thought to herself that she couldn't hold back any longer. She took her hard, aching, throbbing, pre-cum soaked cock in her hand and began to very lightly rub it. Her fingers barely caressed the skin, but she knew that very soon, this with the combined thrusting of Lee's cock in her ass would be more than enough. "Fuckin' hell, Lee," she cried. "I'm so close. Your big cock makes me feel so good!" "Let yourself go, baby." He kissed her again, and fucked her harder. Marcia's fingers were still giving her cock the very lightest of caresses, but she could feel her orgasm rapidly building. She closed her eyes and began to breathe in short, fast gasps. Her heart rate quickened as her balls began to draw tight against her body. So close. "Don't. You. Fucking. Stop!" she screamed, each word in time with Lee's thrusting. She felt her cock stiffen in her hands. She resisted the urge to furiously jerk off, knowing that her orgasm would be far more intense if she continued to very lightly caress it. Instead, she began to use just one finger, which she moved in a circular motion over her fraenulum, using the ample amounts of pre-cum as lube. As her cock hardened, her ass began to clench around Lee's girth. She used her stomach muscles to push down, making her ass even smaller and increasing the pleasure even further. "JEEEEESSSSSUUUUUUSSS... I'M GONNA BLOW!" She slowed the finger stroking her cock even further as her cock got harder and harder, and her ass clamped tighter and tighter. Her ass was quivering under the pressure and the intense pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity being stuck in pure orgasmic bliss, she felt her cock finally begin to spasm. "UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH... FUUUUUUUCK!" Each time her cock spasmed, a jet of cum shot up her stomach. The first and second reached her throat. Her ass convulsed around Lee with incredible force, who continued to pound relentlessly. After about 10 seconds, her cock finally stopped erupting. She looked down, and saw her body was covered with cum. Four days worth of come. Her ass still spasmed around Lee and her body still gave the occasional twitch of pleasure. "Mmmmmmmm.....That was incredible," she said. "Shoot deep in my ass, baby. I can tell your close." Lee began to pound her again. She grabbed his ass and pulled her deeper into him with each thrust. He put a hand on her breast and began to rub the cum which she had shot up onto them. Marcia felt his whole body stiffen against her, and she held him tight knowing he was about to cum. His cock started to shoot inside her and he let out a low grunt and his body twitched in her arms. He let out a final cry and looked down at her. He bend towards her and kissed her. His torso rubbing her cum her cum into both their sweaty bodies.