3 comments/ 37541 views/ 6 favorites Saturday Overtime By: WhosOnFirst Working as an engineer meant that sometimes I needed to work overtime on big projects. Our material handling business had been slow for months, so when we landed the contract to design and build twenty-one large lifters for a major aluminum company, everyone rose to the occasion. Since we had had several personnel cutbacks over the previous three years, our engineering staff was running pretty lean. My boss had given me a three-week window in which I was to complete my phase of the project. I always liked to get things done a few days early, so if any unforeseen problems arose, I'd still get it done in time. That meant I was working the last two Saturdays, at least for four to five hours each. Anyway, I'd already been in for two hours, when I heard the outside door to our building close. Looking up I expected to see Al, our chief design engineer. He had the same bad habits as me. Working late and even on Saturdays if the job required it. To my surprise, I saw that it was Lynn, our sales manager in the other division. Lynn was in her forties, and she had always been friendly even when I first started about three years ago. We always had a harmless, little flirtation thing going on around the coffee machines in our little office cafeteria. While Lynn was no raving beauty, she had beautiful large breasts and a nice plump ass that she could swing with the best of them. Coupled with her quick smile and bright wit, she was a very desirable woman in my eyes. On Fridays, our company had a casual dress code, and I loved the way Lynn's jeans hugged her hips and her plump derriere looked as she sashayed the hallways of our office building. While they're were certainly younger and slimmer women in our office, Lynn had a certain sexiness that always appealed to me. Besides, she was very competent in her job, and she had a friendly aura that had caught my eye from my first week on the job. As I continued to work out the details for the project another hour had passed and I decided that a cup of strong coffee was needed to recharge my brain cells. Walking over to our cafeteria, I saw that there was a light on in our display room. This room was a marketing area that our sales force used to demo hardware displays to our sales reps. I heard Lynn talking to herself as she was attempting to rearrange some of the displays. Walking over to the doorway, I stopped and looked inside, and Lynn had her arms full as she tried to move some of the heavy display stands. "Need a hand?" I asked. "I didn't want to disturb you, but that would be nice if you could just help me a minute." she said. I quickly went to her side and grabbed the display stand she was holding, and together we moved it to the other side of the small room. "I needed a break anyway, and this will take my mind off the project for a few minutes." "I would really appreciate it, if you could help me move just one more rack," said Lynn. She was dressed in tight jeans and a Baltimore Raven's jersey. She wore her dark brown hair short, but that seemed to be the thing for successful women in a business setting. As she directed me to the other rack, I grazed her bare arm in the close quarters as she prepared to lift the display stand. I smiled to myself as I noticed the goose bumps quickly rising on her forearm from my inadvertent touch. We moved the rack and stood back to see if that was where she wanted it, like when a woman asks you to move her furniture. I stood there with a half-smile on my face, and she said, "What are you thinking?" "Oh, I was just thinking about chaining you to one of these racks." I said for purely shock value. Lynn's mouth opened and she said, "I don't believe you said that." "Why not? I've always had a thing for chains, and having you alone in this room, set my evil mind to work." I said kiddingly. "Well, what exactly would you do?" Lynn said teasingly. And she walked over to the chain coils on display and lifted her arms to grab onto the chains. Since she asked, I walked over to where she stood and pulled a length of smooth chain off the roll and wrapped it around one wrist and attached a chrome clip to the links. Lynn smiled and didn't move her other hand, so I repeated the process to the other arm. "Okay, so now what?" she added, still with a slight mocking tone in her voice. Without saying a word, I walked over to the doorway and closed and locked the door to the small room. Lynn kept the smirk on her face as I approached her. She was a tall woman, and I leaned over and kissed her long and hard on her lips. She didn't pull away and tasted wonderful. With her arms chained at her shoulder level, her large chest was obviously rising and falling as her breathing had deepened. Looking around the room, I found one of the company tee shirts we had for sale to employees, and I ripped it into strips. Taking the longest strip, I wrapped it around her head and covered her eyes. Lynn squealed when she felt my hands reaching under her Ravens jersey. Lynn was a strong, aggressive woman in a business environment, but I'd found out that many of these types of women liked to be dominated in a non-work situation. Because of this, I didn't ask for her permission when I had chained her fast. Lynn's mouth again formed a big "O" when she felt my hands at the buckle to her jeans. She started to protest, but I shoved a wad of the torn tee shirt into her open mouth and secured it with the last strip of the shirt and tied it around the back of her head. Now with her arms and mouth secured, I quickly unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down. More goose bumps raised up on her large, beautiful thighs. As I pulled her shoes, and jeans off her feet, Lynn was not resisting my actions. I leaned over close to her ear and whispered that the Ravens jersey would have to go. Taking out my sharp lock blade knife, I carefully cut the front of her Jersey apart and removed it completely. Lynn now stood before me in her panties and large sized bra that she used to encase her mammoth breasts. She wore one of those four-clasp type bras that only women with large breasts had to wear. I reached around to her back and slowly undid the clasps. When the last clasp let go, her huge titties came out of their cups, and I cupped each one roughly. Her thick brown nipples stiffened as my hands kneaded her titties. When they were fully erect against my palms, I started to gently twist and pull on them until they stood out like chocolate tootsie rolls. With her head rolled back onto her shoulders. I gave each nipple a harder tug, until Lynn came up onto her tiptoes. Since she was a strong woman, Lynn didn't want to cry out and I was going to give each nipple a much harder twist when my eyes saw the chromed clips on our display racks. I raked my fingernails up her sides at her ribs, and said, "Don't go anywhere." Walking over to the display racks, I selected several medium to larger clips we used to attach chains to different things. They are the kinds of clips you might use on the end of a leash for large dogs. Tearing them from the plastic, Lynn was mumbling something into her gag, but I just laughed a little in her ear with my most evil voice. I took two the large clips, and temporarily clipped them to her ear lobes. While not painful, it told her what I had in my hands. I flicked both of her ear clips with my fingers and she jumped again. While they dangled there, I moved my mouth to her succulent breasts and gave each thick nipple some needed attention. If possible, they swelled to an even larger size as blood pumped into her delicate tissue. I then unclipped her right earlobe clip and moved it to her breast. I could feel Lynn tensing as she felt the heavy clip bite onto her engorged nipple. She now moaned a little louder into her gag. Without wasting time, the other breast was clipped in the same way and her moans continued and she did a little dance in her bare feet. As she adjusted to the pressure of the steel clips "biting" her titties, her dance settled down and she stopped moaning. At this point I tugged on both clips to renew her touch with my reality. Her dance resumed, and I asked her if she wanted to be set free. She didn't answer right away, so I repeated the question. She shook her head no, and I left her get used to the rude clips on her titties. Not tormenting her for the moment, I moved my hands down to the beautiful swell of her large hips and moved my fingers inside the elastic to her panties. I pulled her panties down over her hips, and down her plump thighs in almost slow motion. She stood still and as I bent over, I ran my tongue across her lower abdomen. She made a little noise in her gag, but it didn't sound like before. As my mouth moved lower, I softly blew my hot breath across the brown curls of her bush. Getting down on my knees, I slid the panties down her muscular calves and she picked each foot up so I could remove them. Taking them in my hand, I inhaled the beautiful scent from her damp panties. All women in the aroused state emit that sweet scent that gives me an instant erection. At the moment, it only made mine larger. While on my knees, I pulled another length of the same display chain off the roll, and wrapped it around her left ankle twice. Taking the end of the chain around the back of the stand, I brought it around to the front and after tapping her right ankle to move her legs wider apart, I wrapped the other ankle and clipped it fast. Lynn now stood before me, blindfolded, chained, gagged, and mostly naked, except where her open bra hung by her shoulder straps. Her legs were also spread open with her feet about two feet apart. Standing up, I decided to give her another little surprise. Taking several of the medium sized clips that I had retrieved earlier, I opened one and pulled out the one side of her labia and slipped the thick skin into the clip. Gently letting the clip close, Lynn jumped but didn't moan as she felt the steel on her pussy lip. I repeated the process until she had four of the heavy clips dangling from her pussy. While not that painful, it only added to all the stimulation that her body was getting. The added weight of the four clips made her pussy lips hang down about an inch from her slit. Kneeling before her, I moved my nose inside the dangling clips, and ever so lightly flicked the tip of my tongue up and down the sides of pussy opening. Lynn resumed moaning into her gag. Before standing, I gave her clit a quick flick, but didn't linger there more than a second or two. Lynn sounded like she was begging something unintelligible into her gag, like she wanted me to continue, but she was at my disposal, and not the reverse. I whispered into her ears, if she'd like for me to remove the painful clamps on her nipples. She nodded yes, so I took them both in hands and gave them a little jingle. She jumped from the little shaking and quickly settled back down. Just as her breathing grew calmer, I quickly unclipped both clamps simultaneously. Lynn tensed and moaned anew as fresh blood coursed through her previously clipped titties. She had just learned a valuable lesson in the area of bdsm; clamps on nipples usually hurt as much coming off as they did going on. Wanting to humiliate this powerful businesswoman in a way that would also stimulate her, I had yet another "little" surprise for her. But first I ran back to the cafeteria and retrieved a tub of soft butter from the refrigerator. She heard my footsteps as I re-entered the display room and locked the door. Lynn turned her blindfolded eyes in the direction of the small electric motor she now heard purring. The little hoist we had on display in our display room, was a small unit with only 500 pounds of capacity and was positioned overhead on a small jib boom. The jib allowed it to swing in a 180 degree arc over about one third of the room. As I maneuvered the hoist next to her, I lowered the chain on which a smooth cast iron hook was attached. I stopped lowering the hook when it came to about the middle of her spread-thighs. Having some idea, what I had in mind, she moved her head sideways to protest what she knew I was going to do with the hook. The hook had smooth point on the end of it, and curved upward in a gentle arc about four to five inches from the bottom of the curve. While skinny at the blunt point, it grew thicker as it went downward until it was about two inches thick at the bottom. While small by crane hook standards, it was anything but small when it came to the human body. Opening the tub of butter, I applied a generous gob to the tip and sides of the iron hook. I then gently guided the point in between all the clips dangling from Lynn's pussy. She jumped when the cool, buttered tip touched her now wet slit. With my free hand I guided it in, as the motor slowly pulled the hook higher. Lynn strained to stand as high as possible on her tiptoes. The chains around her ankles pretty much kept her from getting away from the iron intruder now invading her pussy. I eased in another half inch and allowed her pussy to adjust the increasing thickness spreading her apart. I had checked the hook beforehand for rough edges and its surface was very smooth, mostly from non-use and the bright red paint covering it. With almost two inches of it now buried in her cunt, Lynn's calves started to tire and she came down slowly off her tiptoes. As another half inch slipped inside her, she attempted to go back up on her toes, but the strain was weakening her resistance. The smoothness and shape of the hook was not actually hurting her, it just was a rude thing to have inserted in your most delicate cavity. As she lowered her heels another inch sank into her and she moaned, but not from pain. When her heels finally rested back on the floor, she had a full three to four inches of the hook in her, and she only raised up a short distance every few seconds to adjust to the thick steel in her cunt. When she seemed to be calming down, I gave the button one last little nudge and the hook was now fully imbedded inside her. She jumped at the last push, but could now feel that she had bottomed out, and the curve at the top of the hook was rubbing her clitoris. I oozed another gob of butter between the iron and her clit to keep her from chafing, and she moaned from the touch of the butter on my fingers. The tip of the hook now inside her was also stimulating her G-spot in ways, no plastic vibrator had ever done. As she dangled on the cast iron dildo, I used the push button switch to quickly lower the hook, and then just as suddenly reverse the action. The resulting motion caused the buttered iron to move in and out of Lynn's pussy. It didn't take long for her to increase her moaning into her gag. Using my free hand I squeezed her large titties and pulled on her nipples at the same time. When her moaning increased, I gradually started pinching her nipples a little harder. Moving to her side while continuing to machine fuck her with the hoist, I started to smack her ass cheeks. Her jumps and moans seemed to make the hook bury itself deeper into her cunt. As her cheeks reddened, I saw a long string of her pussy juice drip from the hook. Lynn suddenly arched her body as much as her restraints allowed, and moaned loudly into her gag as the first orgasm racked her body. After a few moments, I lowered the hook slowly, and it made an audible "plop" as it pulled free from her drenched pussy. Kneeling in front of her, I undid her chained ankles so Lynn could stand more upright than previously. I quickly undid her gag and kissed her. She was still breathing heavily, so I backed away for a few moments. She still had her hands chained outstretched to the display board, so I cupped each large breast in my hands. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh yea, that was great." she said in a husky voice. Her breathing was starting to slow down. "Shall I release you, or would you like to try to try something else?" I inquired. Without hesitation, she nodded that she'd be up for another round. I decided to leave her blindfolded. I then unchained each hand and arm momentarily, only to reattach the chains to both wrists. Raising the hoist, I looped the chain around her wrists to the hook. As the hook continued to rise, Lynn once again had her arms directly overhead. This time, I gave her enough slack to stand on her feet without straining. I maneuvered Lynn into the center of the room with her outstretched arms overhead. I didn't touch her for a minute or two, but just quietly circled around her. Occasionally, I'd kiss her neck, and earlobe, or her lips. Lynn was smiling under her blindfold and could revolve 360 degrees by swiveling around on the hook. She jumped when my large hand started to caress her beautiful, round ass. With my other hand, I gently rubbed her belly and breasts with as light a touch as possible. With my right hand, I now started to give her little pinches on her large protruding nipples. She tried to dance away from the pinches in a playful manner, but she never could escape her new torment. Just as I stopped the pinches, my left hand gave her a moderate slap on her ass. "Ooh!" she gasped, and then giggled. "That scared me." Just as I continued to twist and pinch her engorged nipples, another blow landed across her ass. Backing away from her a little, I started to land more and more blows across her ass cheeks. Lynn was still doing her little dance, but was oohing and aahing as the intensity of my blows picked up. After several minutes of moderated blows that reddened both her cheeks, I moved my hand between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she moaned loudly when two of my thick fingers slid into her cunt. Standing in front of her, I hooked my two middle fingers and pulled her forcibly towards me. Lynn came up on her tip toes and sighed loudly. I kissed her and slipped my tongue into her greedy mouth. She met my tongue with hers and shuddered. As I broke the kiss, my fingers lowered from her and she murmured a mild complaint. Moving to her side, I resumed the spanking and started to pick up the intensity somewhat. It didn't take long for Lynn to start moaning with each blow. I peppered each cheek until my palms were tingling. Looking down, I could see her juices coating her inner thighs. At this point, I opened the front of my jeans and my purplish colored cock sprang forth from it's restricted area. I quickly pulled a desk side chair over in front of Lynn, and pushed her against it. As she bent over the chair, I lowered the hoist allowing her to stay bent over. Standing behind her, I moved between her legs and pushed them wider apart. My cock could feel the heat emanating from her reddened cheeks. Touching my cock against her slit, the heat and wetness of her skin made me dizzy with desire. Without warning, I plunged my thick cock into her from the rear in one quick motion. Lynn gasped, "OHMIGOD! FUCK ME HARD!" Feeling my hard cock fully imbedded in this sexy woman was almost enough to make me pass out momentarily. After a few moments, I started to slowly pull my cock out of her, and then drive it back into her like a ramrod. I reached around to her front and squeezed her tits with one hand while the other one stroked her clit. Lynn was moaning loudly with each piston stroke into her vaginal cylinder. In a few minutes I felt my pressure valve about to blow. As my climax approached I drove my cock into her with savage force. As my brain went hazy, I sensed Lynn moving her legs even wider so as to allow me even deeper penetration. Her juices had coated me from my abdomen to halfway down to my knees. A low growl started to escape my throat as the molten lava erupted from my cock deep inside her cunt. Being taller than Lynn, I had practically picked up her body entirely on my lance in those last few seconds. Saturday Overtime I am standing in the kitchen, trying to finish the dishes before you get home. It's a Saturday and you had to go into work. I hate it when you have to do that, but it is part of your job. I console myself by thinking that at least it's only half a day. I've been at the dishes for about twenty minutes. There were more there than I expected, so it is taking me longer than I had hoped. I hear your keys in the door as I make my way to the last little stack. The door opens and I yell out to you that I am in the kitchen. I focus on the dishes, trying to finish quickly. You come up behind me quietly. One arm wraps around my waist as you kiss my neck softly. I turn off the water as I finish the last dish. Your other arm comes around me and in your hand is a perfect, lavender rose. A huge grin spreads across my face. "My favorite," I say as I take it from your hand and turn in your arms. You tighten your arms around me as you smile and kiss me. I sigh into the kiss, the warmth of it spreading throughout my body. When the kiss breaks, I take a second to regain the ability to think straight. You release me and I go to grab a vase for my new treasure. Your eyes never leave me. I place the rose in a vase and set it on the counter. I thank you again and give you a quick kiss. You grab my hand and pull me back to you. Your free hand slides to my face as you continue to hold my hand. Your thumb brushes my cheek as we stand in this embrace, looking into one another's eyes. You lean down and kiss me, this time easily deepening our kiss. My hands slide up your arms, encircling your neck. Our kiss becomes more passionate; my pulse races and my breathing becomes more rapid. I can feel your cock hardening beneath your clothes. I step into you, my hips pushing into you. You moan and hold my body tight against yours. Our tongues dance together as our hands explore each other's bodies. You break the kiss, and I pout. Your hand takes mine as you lead me to the bedroom. I step through the door, and your mouth once again reclaims mine. Your hands quickly move to the bottom of my shirt. You step back so you can lift the shirt over my head. I raise my arms to help you. It clears my arms and you toss it to the floor, kissing me once more. My hands slide up your chest to the top button on your shirt. I begin unbuttoning your shirt, my fingers brushing against your bare skin as I move lower. I love the way you look when you get home from work. I giggle when I think of the contrast between how professional you look, when I know how deviously dirty you can be. You catch my giggle and question it. I give you a sly grin and begin to kiss your chest, your shirt unbuttoned but still on. You moan and slide your hands around me to my bra, unfastening it quickly. I notice the change of pace and smile. Slow and sensual time is over; we need each other and it becomes clearer by the second. I go to remove your shirt at the same time you go to remove my bra. We become tangled in fabric and laugh. God, I love your laugh. I let go of your shirt and my bra slides off. Before I can reach back to your shirt, your mouth is at my chest, kissing the skin between my breasts, and you have fingers on each nipple. I moan deeply as I can feel myself getting wetter. You kiss you way to my left nipple. You run your tongue around and over my nipple before taking it between your lips. I cry out at the suction. It feels so good. My hands slide to the back of your head as you take my hardened nipple between your teeth, flicking it with your tongue. You kiss you way to the other nipple, so it can get the same treatment. Your hand moves to my free nipple. Your fingers move over it easily from your saliva. You take my nipple between your teeth and pinch my other nipple between your fingers at the same time. My body arches into you with the movement, a shudder running through my body. "Baby, I need you," I manage to moan out, my desire for you overwhelming me. You give one last bite and pinch before kissing your way back up my body. Your lips meet mine again. I slide your shirt off and move my hands to your pants. I fumble with the button briefly before undoing your pants and thrusting my hand inside. You gasp as I grab your cock firmly, squeezing and stroking it. With my free hand, I slide your pants off. Only your boxer briefs are keeping your cock from my sight. I can see where your precum has left a darkened spot on your boxer briefs. I brush my fingers over the tip of your cock, coating them. I remove my hand from you. You groan until you see my fingers moving to my mouth. I suck each of my fingers clean of your precum. I swirl my tongue around each, moaning as I lick myself clean. This is too much for you. You push me back onto the bed roughly, landing on top of me. Your hands slide up my arms and pin them to the bed. Your lips dominate mine; your tongue probes me over and over. You hold both of my hands with your left hand. Your right hand slides down my body to my fabric covered mound. You rub me over my clothes firmly. My breath catches in my throat as I begin to move my hips against you. Your mouth muffles my moans. My whole body is on fire and I want release. You let me go and remove my pants and panties. You stand up and remove your underwear. Your cock springs free and I can't help but lick my lips as I look at it. You move back to the bed, once again pinning my hands and taking my mouth. You lay over me, the head of your cock pressing against my wet pussy. I struggle against your hands. I want to pull you into me. I want my hands all over you. You do not let me go. You tease my pussy for a few seconds, before thrusting hard into me. I scream as you enter me; it feels so good to have you in me. You release my hands, and they move to your ass, my fingers digging in. You begin to thrust and my hips meet yours. You start slowly, but soon instinct takes over and you begin to thrust harder and faster. I pull you into me so your cock fills me completely. We frantically thrust against each other, both wanting to cum. My body begins to tense up as my orgasm gets closer. I tell you I am going to cum and you thrust faster. I scream loudly as my orgasm washes over me, my pussy tightening in waves against your cock. The contractions bring you to your own orgasm. You cry out and your breathing becomes more ragged as you climax. I can feel your cock pulsing in me, filling me with your cum. I move my hips lightly, milking your cock of every last drop of cum. You shudder as your cock pumps into me one last time. You slowly pull out; your cock is so sensitive. You lie next to me on the bed and kiss me. I smile and sit up. I move like I am getting off the bed, but stop next to your cock. I begin to lap at the mix of our juices, cleaning your cock with my mouth. Your body tenses as I work your sensitive cock. I lightly moan as I taste myself on you. The mixture of flavors is intoxicating and I make sure I get every drop. When I finish, I move back and lay next to you. My arm drapes across your chest and my leg hooks over yours. You brush a piece of hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. You plant a little kiss on the tip of my nose and smile at me. I sigh contently. I lean up and look at you. "Maybe you should work on Saturday more often," I say with a grin spreading across my face. You smile at me, rolling over me and kissing me deeply again. This is going to be a good weekend. Saturday Overtime Lynn was gasping in quick short breathes, and when I plowed into her those last few times, she softly screamed as her own orgasm overtook her. As my body started to calm down somewhat, I felt the aftershock of several smaller orgasms pulsate through her body. Holding her for a few minutes, I finally withdrew my softening swollen cock, and helped her down from her restraints. I sat in the chair and held her on my lap, kissing her gently. She looked like she might fall asleep, nude in my arms, so I helped us both to stand up. I helped her get dressed and grabbed another company tee shirt for her to wear since I'd cut off the jersey. I walked her back to her office and we retrieved her purse and car keys. I turned out the lights as we exited the building, since any more work today was not going to get done. Walking to her car, we stopped holding each other since the security guard had a clear view of the office parking lot. When I helped her into her car, I kissed her once more, and told her to drive carefully. As she slowly drove away, I held her damp panties to my nose and inhaled her sweetness once more.