0 comments/ 51801 views/ 15 favorites Office Girl Ch. 01 By: Scarcrow I had been hearing the rumor for months. No one knew quite how it started. No one could say definitively that they were the first. No one seemed to really know much of anything, other than a time and a place. My name is Stephen. I’m a single guy who works in one of those thirty story office buildings that jut out from the heart of the city. A friend of an acquaintance first told me the story. There was a section of the second floor of the basement parkade where it all happened. It required you to duck into a short, narrow maintenance passage that led into a storage area. Much of the building had been completely renovated almost ten years before, and this area was said to be part of the old design that could not be reworked. In the back of the storage area, past all the clutter and mostly forgotten tools, parts and supplies was a door. At one time, that door served as a reception for the mail trucks. With the new layout moving the mail delivery to a more convenient location, it became just another door. That is, until it all started. From all the rumors I had heard, it must have been going on for months. As time went on, it became harder and harder to find anyone who had not heard the rumors, and the number of men who claimed to have actually visited the area increased rapidly. But their accounts were generally weak, the location vague, and hardly any two stories sounded similar, so I had my doubts. But the stories intrigued more than just my brain. It happened on Tuesdays and Thursdays every single week, so the stories went. It started at 5:30, and went on until finished. Some men were regulars, some one timers there to see if it was real, and some chickened out at the last minute, afraid of the entire ordeal. Men would gather just inside the entrance of the storage area, and waited quietly. The men behind acted as watch for the men before them, ensuring no security guard or maintenance man came their way. One by one, they would make their way to the back, to the single old door with the six-inch high, one-foot wide mail slot. Like a makeshift glory hole, they would hand a twenty-dollar bill through the slot. If it was accepted, and from the tales it was never declined, they would drop their pants and push their cocks through the opening, and let however was on the other side take care of them with the best blow job any of them had ever had. Like I said, I had my doubts. The whole thing sounded too much like a crazy urban legend: office slut blows anyone for money. No one knew who was on the other side. The room beyond was always dark, and no part of the person’s body was ever seen. The door was always locked, too, and even though a few men had lingered around to try and catch their benefactor, there was obviously a secret way into the room that was being used. And as for the best blow job ever, well, I already had a few spectacular ones myself. Over the few weeks that followed, I only gave thought to that old door when it was brought up. I tried to concentrate on the daily grind of a dull job. Now that I had heard the story, however, I realized that almost ever day I could overhear someone whispering excitedly about the experience. My curiousity peaked as the legend started taking on reality. I tried to continue to dismiss it, but my male drive and neglected cock started to think otherwise. The final determination was made when I was sitting in one of the building’s coffee shops and overheard two men talking. ”I’m telling ya, it was incredible.” ”Nah, you’re shittin’ me. No one does that.” ”Well someone sure as hell does. I’ve been there twice now. The second was even better than the first. What this chick can do with her mouth and throat, it’ll blow you away.” ”Throat?” ”Yeah, she deepthroats. The last time, the guy in front of me had a nine-inch cock. He said when he thrust forward, he could feel her nose touch his pubes.” ”No way!” ”And the best part, after it’s all done, you can hear her swallow.” Swallow. Despite the best blow jobs of my life, no chick had ever swallowed. That was enough for me. That same afternoon, I tracked down my acquaintance’s friend, and got the details. Standing in the noisy, dirty storage room with exposed piping and cables the following Thursday with six other men at 5:30 at night, a few things occurred to me. The legend may not have been as wide spread as I had originally thought. After all, twenty bucks for the best blow job ever, with no strings attached, seemed liked a piece of heaven to me. Where the room should have been full of men, there was just the seven of us. But, men are men. As crude and horny as we are, many of us are just as full of piss and wind. When push comes to shove, many look for the door out. As I stood around in silence and waited, I also could not help but wonder if some men did not use this fantastic resource for the very reason that flashed through my head; what was on the other side of that door? Fantasy dictated it should be a gorgeous woman, but it could just easily have been a hideous woman, or worse, a man. As I forced that possibility out of my head as I looked around and saw the other men looking at me and gesturing towards the back of the room. I was the new guy, and they were giving me first go. I hesitated a moment and looked to the exit, but the men gestured me on. I recognized a few of them, who worked for the same company as me. The rest no doubt worked for the other businesses that occupied the building. None of them spoke, and I somehow doubted that any of them would speak of this to me outside of this room. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward. I tried to peer into the slot, but beyond the rim was only darkness. Whoever was in there would be completely anonymous. My acquaintance’s friend went over the routine, so at least I knew what to do. I took the twenty-dollar bill out of my pocket and passed it into the large hole. Almost immediately I felt fingers brush my own as the money was accepted. From the brief touch, I couldn’t tell for certain if they were male or female. They felt soft and supple, so that had to make them female… I had to make a conscious effort not to look back as I undid did my belt and pants. I pushed them and my boxers to my ankles in one go, allowing the tails of my shirt to cover my ass from the view of the men behind me. Shuffling the few inches forward, I placed my hands of wall for balance and deciding it was now or never, thrust my semi-hard cock into the hole. A hand wrapped around my cock as quickly as it had taken the money from me, and slowly began to pump me up and down. My cock quickly stiffened to full hardness from the sheer eroticism of the moment and I tried not to moan. I was not prepared for what happened next. I gasped out loud and nearly lost my balance as a warm, wet mouth swallowed me all the way to the hilt, my benefactor’s nose brushing my stomach. I’m not a huge man, certainly no nine inches, but at seven, and a decent girth, I had never known anyone woman to swallow me to the hilt so easily and on the first attempt. The mouth held me there for several seconds. My knees shook as I tried to look down, to catch some glimpse of a face, but I couldn’t without falling backwards. With a wet plop, the mouth pulled completely free, only to plunge down once more. This time, a tongue reached out and tickled my balls. I jerked, doing my best to keep my place and enjoy every sensation as the mouth, throat and tongue of the person on the other side of the door worked over my cock the way no one had ever done before. The head began to move up and down my cock, sometimes pulling out to lick the sides of my shaft or suck at my balls, but never once using a hand to help. It was magical to me the way the throat constricted every time my cock was plunged into it, squeezing and milking as it begged for my cum. The sensations shot through my cock and into the rest of my body. I could feel my skin burn as the electricity rushed through me. Only for brief moments was my cock ever not completely engulfed, and those moments were as painfully sensuous as the deepthroating itself. The tongue was everywhere, tasting every part of my cock as the lips moved up and down on my shaft. As the mouth pulled back, the tongue would slide around my cock head, swirling it rapidly before gently trying to push itself into my pisshole. The new sensation would last only a moment before I was swallowed again. There was a rhythm to all of this that I was not completely aware of, at least not consciously, as each drawback and plunge was accompanied with delicate movements and pressures of the mouth and tongue. My cock was aware of it, though. Each time the nose brushed my stomach, and the tongue lapped at my balls, I tightened and drew that much closer to cumming. By now I was moaning, completely oblivious to the men behind me as the mouth demanded my entire attention. It wasn’t long before I could take no more. My balls tightened and my cock swelled. The mouth must have sensed this as it started to rapidly bob back and forth on my cock. I groaned, and grabbed at the walls for support as the first blast erupted from me. I was only half way inside, and my cum must have quickly filled the mouth. It waited as I groaned and twitched and emptied myself, even using the lips and tongue to milk the cum from my cock as the mouth sucked. With a wet plop the mouth pulled free, and I almost fell again when I heard the sounds of swallowing. I don’t know what I would have paid at that moment to have watched it happen. When it was all gone, the mouth returned, warm and reassuring as it gently sucked the remaining beads from my softening cock. The tongue licked my empty balls for a final time and the mouth pulled away. When I was certain that it would not return, I shuffled back and weakly pulled up my pants with shaking hands. I did not even glance at the man next in line who hurried up to the door, nor at the men I staggered passed on the way out. Stepping back out into the parkade, I tucked in my shirt and straightened my tie, and headed for my car knowing full well I would be back. Office Girl Ch. 02 After that first time, I began obsessed. I’ll admit, healthy or not, I was obsessed. For the next three weeks I went every Tuesday and Thursday night for my blow job fix. I needed it. There was the odd regular that I would see once or twice a week, and many new faces. It was an unspoken rule, as unspoken as everything else inside that room, that rookies got to go first. I didn’t care, about any of them, or craziness of the whole thing. All I wanted was the guilt free sensation of the best head I had ever had. By the end of the third, week, I became obsessed with something else: finding out who was on the other side of that door. No one knew who it was. I believed that. From what I had heard, a few seemed to have tried to find out, but my thoughts were that most were happy getting head, and didn’t want to ruin the fantasy by discovering that an ugly woman, or a man, was behind it. I tried waiting around a few times myself, watching the parkade and the area around the maintenance corridor, trying to cover any exists the person might take. I searched the walls late at night when no one would be around, scraping and banging on every crack for some sign of a door. And in the end, there was nothing. I even tried being the last person and then waiting in the lobby to see who came out, but it was a large, busy building, even that late in the evening, and it could have been anyone. It became increasingly harder to focus on my work when all I could think about was the mouth that would be waiting downstairs twice a week. Each time was a little different, and a little better, almost as if the mouth remembered each cock individually and wanted to please us in a different way each time. Sometimes I would be at that wall for a quarter of an hour as it worked me over. Sometimes I would hardly last a minute. Each time was glorious and left my blood burning for the rest of the night. And it always brought me back for more. It was during one of my waits that I finally had any success. It was close to 6:30, and the last man had left fifteen minutes before. Hidden around the corner and out of sight, I heard the sound of a door, and then faint heels clicking on a stairway. There were stairs not far from where I was waiting, and I crept to them as quickly as I could. I decided to wait. I didn’t want to scare our benefactor away, and I was rewarded with the sound of the door opening and closing far away. It had to be in the lobby. Whoever it was, and by sound of high heels it had to be a woman, did not park underground. It occurred to me then that I was in plain sight of the door to the stairs the entire time. Confused, I stepped into the stairway. The stairs ended at that level, as an elevator went down to the remaining floors. An emergency staircase led directly up to the street from the lower levels. Strolling around the small landing, I noticed something that I had never seen before on my trips down here, and would never have if I had not been looking. There was a small door under the stairs. My heart was racing at that moment. I was about to uncover the most daunting mystery of my otherwise fairly uneventful life. The door was small, maybe three feet by three feet, and the handle was to the underside of the stairs, making it even more difficult to notice. I held my breath and tried the knob; it wasn’t locked. I pulled it open and ducked my head inside. I could see light coming through the slot in what had to be the glory hole door. The room was fairly large, and I could make out cushions placed by the hole. This was it. I had her. The two-day wait until the next Thursday was excruciating. I don’t know how many times I jerked off, both from the excitement of catching her and to calm my frail nerves. That night I left a bit early and hurried down to the room to ensure I was the first in line. When her lips wrapped around my cock, I could hardly stand it. She must have somehow sensed my anxiety, as she skipped any warm-up and began sucking me with all she was worth. I don’t think I made it to thirty-seconds before the first wad exploded into her mouth. I let her suck me dry before I zipped up and made my way to my predetermined position. I had to make a hasty retreat a couple of times to the first level of the parkade as the stairway was used to get back to the lobby, but for the most part the satisfied men used the elevator to get to their vehicles and return home to their wives or girlfriends. It was less than an hour after I was sucked off that I heard movement at the door. I waited at the top of the first landing. It gave me a perfect view of person coming up, and unless she was abnormal, her eyes would be watching the stairs she was climbing and wouldn’t see me until the last moment. I was right. I watched her climb. It was indeed a woman, with long and wavy black hair. It was shiny and healthy, so that was a start. But that was all I could see. Her face was lowered as she watched her step, and she was wearing a long coat that covered most of her body. I waited as long as I could before finally acting. ”I trust you’re good and full,” I said with all the cockiness I had practiced over the last couple of days. It was unfortunate that I could not come up with something better, but my voice was filled with confidence. The woman started and looked up, and I gasped. I recognized her right away. She was a desk clerk in our marketing department, Tara I think her name was. At that moment, I could not really think of much at all. Tara was gorgeous and I had checked her out on more than one occasion. She was Mediterranean by descent, mid-twenties probably, with dark olive skin and almost black eyes. Her lips were full and red and perfect for what she had just been doing. Tara always dressed professionally in skirts and blouses, but they were always tight enough to show off her attributes. She had a fantastic figure, not skinny, and certainly far from fat, or even “full figured”. She was curvy in the hottest porn-star type of way, and it made me drool. ”What?” she asked coldly as she looked me in the eye. I’m not an ugly man, and I was sure she was checking me out. In my early thirties, I was tall and still in decent shape with all my hair. Some women called me handsome before, but it could have been the failing remnants of my brazen confidence over-imagining. I took a moment to gather myself. ”Full of cum,” I blurted out without really using the moment to think about how I was going to respond. “I was your first client tonight.” ”I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she said quietly as she tried to push past me, but I blocked her way. She was so close I could smell the cum on her breath. ”I think you do. I was your first tonight. It would be a shame if your little enterprise were to be shut down, or if anyone found out it was you sucking off a dozen men a week.” ”What do you want?” she demanded as she back up and faced me. It was a question that I had never considered being asked. Until that moment, all I really wanted was to add a face to the blow job, but now I was faced with a very difficult question. My cock twitched, reminding me that the question was not so difficult after all. ”Don’t get me wrong,” I said finally, using the pause to actually think about my response this time. “I certainly don’t want this to ever end. But now that I know what I know, I think I deserve some added incentive. Just to make certain word doesn’t get out.” ”Bastard,” I heard her mutter under her breath. “Fine, you’ll get yours for free from now on.” ”That’s a start,” I said as I looked hard up and down her body and licked my lips. I’ve never been anywhere that forward in my life, but I had never had anything so incriminating and potentially destruction on a woman who looked like that before. She looked me up and down and sighed. ”Fine,” she said idly, like she was about to get a cup of coffee. My eyes widened. If she had said no, I think I would have been happy with the free blow job. ”Where?” She looked around and shrugged. “Right here. I’m in a hurry. My husband will be waiting for me.” It’s funny how single men have such a hard time seeing wedding rings on hot women. Tara gave me my biggest surprise of the night when she dropped her bag and coat and reach underneath her skirt. With a quick tug, she deftly stepped out of her thong panties and tosses them on her coat. She gave me a sharp look, but it was not to question her own actions. I could she a faint flush reddening on her cheeks. The slut would have probably dropped her panties for me without the blackmail, I thought in awe. I watched as Tara slowly pulled up her skirt. The knee-length hem moved up her stocking-clad legs and over her shapely thighs. When they reached the tops of her stockings and skin was exposed, I couldn’t help but gasp. Her dark skin was so smooth and perfect, it looked almost airbrushed on. Without pausing, she pulled the skirt up over her ass and bunched it at her waist. Her ass was a firm, perfect heart shape that curved with the rest of her amazing figure. Taking a step forward, Tara bent over at the waist and grabbed onto the railing for support. She spread her legs, exposing her smoothed, shaved cunt to me and looked at me over her shoulder. A faint smile played on her lips as she looked at me, and I couldn’t tell if it was humor at my obvious awe at the sudden string of events, or a simple, sexy invitation. Either way, it was one of the most erotic images I have ever seen, inside and outside of porn magazines. ”Well,” she asked me, almost too impatiently. I wanted to think she was impatient about me fucking her in that stairway, not her getting home to her husband. I had a momentary flutter of hesitation. I had never been with a married woman before. Hell, I had never cheated on a girl I was seeing before either. But I was single, and married or not, this woman was willing. The wanton, almost random encounter in a parkade made it seem suddenly all right. It was her husband, I finally decided, that would be the only one in this trio that would have a problem. And he wasn’t in that stairway at that moment. ”Alright,” I said finally as I moved my eyes from hers and locked onto her ass and exposed pussy. I could already see the faintest hints of moisture on her lips. I wanted to believe that it from the imminent fucking and not the from the multiply blow jobs she had just given, but in the end, it didn’t matter either way. I started to unbuckle my belt as I moved forward. By the time I was standing behind her, my thumbs were already hooked into my open pants and underwear and I pushed them down to my knees. Tara had sucked me dry less than an hour before, but that seemed more than enough time for me to recover. My cock jerked as it waved freely in the air at full hardness. Tara twisted around enough to get a good look before she wrapped her hand and it. ”I remember this one,” she cooed with a sexy smile at me before releasing her grip and returning to her bent-over stance. I could see her close her eyes as she braced herself. “Now fuck me with it,” she demanded. I had enough with pussy-footing around like a nervous teenager. I was man, and this was a willing woman. She obviously was in as much of a hurry to get it over with as to get it started, so I dispensed with any more formalities. Grabbing her hip with my left hand, savouring the smooth, warm feeling only in my subconscious, I used my right hand to line my cock up with her crack and eased the head inside. She moaned and I sighed as the hot wetness clenched at my cock head like a vice. Grabbing her other hip with my right hand, I took a deep breath before ramming my cock all the way inside her. ”Fuck!” she screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the stairs as my violent entrance caught her off guard. It didn’t matter to me. She was soaking wet inside, and the scream was more from shock than pain. ”Fuck,” I murmured back as my cock lay balls-deep inside her pulsating hole. I savoured the feeling as long as I could before she started to move her hips back and forth. I took the hint and started thrusting my cock in and out of her as powerfully as I could in that position. Weeks worth of frustration and delight and, most importantly, obsession, were quickly released as I pounded her cunt from behind. My hands ran along her hips and ass and thighs with a mind of their own as Tara cooed and purred into the wall. I loved the textures of her smooth skin and nylon stockings. Looking back, I assumed she was enjoying it. She had no reason to fake feeling good, and by the tightness of her cunt gripped around my thrusting cock, I filled her up enough. Her body was amazing, even though I had seen and felt so little of it. Her hot skin was perfect, and her entire body seemed to vibrate as it wiggled beneath me. For five minutes I pounded into her almost nonstop. I could feel the sweat on both of us from the delightful exertion, and her cunt never stopped gripping and releasing me as I fucked her. All the time, she mewed softly, her eyes tightly closed. With a final gasp I groaned and rammed into her as hard as I could. I dropped my chest onto her back, forcing her to bear my weight as both my hands locked onto her large tits through her blouse. Jerking in small, quick thrusts, I exploded inside her with more force than I had in her mouth not long before. I groaned and heaved and Tara gasped and sighed deeply as she felt my hot cum shoot deep inside of her. Tara allowed me to rest of top of her as her cunt milked the last of the cum from my softening cock. I gave her tits one last, hard squeeze, rubbing her hard nipples into my palms before she pushed off of the railing and started to straighten up. My cock slipped from her soaked cunt with a plop and she giggled quietly. She looked me up and down from my face to my shrunken and used cock and nodded to herself. As she pulled her skirt down and smoothed it into place, I could see my cum leaking down her thighs and soaking her stockings. She bent over and retrieved her thong and quickly pulled it on, before grabbing her coat and bag. She looked me over again, flashing me another quick smile before hurrying up the stairs as fast as he high heels would allow. Leaning against the wall, I watched her go with a smile. I knew that this would not be the last time I asked for something special in return for my silence. Office Girl Ch. 03 I did everything I could to avoid her after that. I didn’t go back to the hole, and made certain that none of my paths led me anywhere close to her desk. At one point I even skipped into a side door when I saw her coming my way. I don’t know what it was, but having a face with that name, and the sudden, inexplicable power over her, made me run like a coward. For the next couple of weeks my life at work was one nervous moment after another as I tried to figure out what I was doing. It seemed ludicrous that I should be avoiding her at all. I was the one in control. I was the one who knew the dangerous secret, the type of secret that if it got out, could follow a woman’s career for years. Yet, there I was, allowing her to get the better of me. It wasn’t until one Tuesday evening that I found myself hiding in the parking garage within earshot of the stairs. Right on queue I heard the faint clicking of heels descending. When they stopped, the door didn’t open. I waited ten more minutes, then made my way into the room where a couple of guys had already arrived. I don’t know why my heart was racing like it was, or why I was sweating. As I took my turn and stepped up to the hole, I wondered if I would even be able to get it up, considering the nervous adrenaline pumping through my body. Nevertheless, I sucked it up and moved into position. I put my hand into the hole, without any money this time. I could sense the hesitation, and thought I had lost my opportunity to exploit the situation when I suddenly felt her warm, wet lips wrap around my finger and suck on them lightly. That answered both my fears as the free opening was offered, and my cock sprang to life inside my pants. I wasted no time in dropping my pants and shoving my cock into the hole. She sucked me with every bit of enthusiasm that she had all the times before. Having gone without for a couple of weeks, I didn’t last long under her expert care, and soon shot my load into her hungry mouth. I waited for the telltale sounds of swallowing before pulling up my pants and hurrying away. I saw her once the next day, but avoided her. It was as much for her sake as it was mine this time. I did not want to risk anyone piecing together why I was suddenly talking to the hot office girl when I had never done so before. The next night I got caught in a late meeting, and rushed down to the room only to find it empty. I put my hand into the hole, but to no avail. I went home that night to satisfy myself, more than a little dismayed that I would have no more of her until the following week. Friday afternoon, however, lucked smiled on me. Walking back from the bathroom, I glanced down one of the narrow side hallways and spotted Tara out of the corner of my eye. She was holding a piece of paper, and didn’t notice me watching her as she unlocked and entered the small stationary room. Taking a quick look around to make certain all was clear, I moved down the hall. The self-locking door was open an inch. I looked around again and hurried inside, shutting the door tight behind me. Tara looked up at me, only half seeing me before making a double take. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but whatever she was about to say caught in her throat. ”Hello,” I said quietly as I took a few steps forward. ”What are you doing in here?” she asked quickly as she looked passed me to the door. She seemed to sigh when she saw it was closed tight. ”No one saw me come in after you.” ”What do you want?” Her eyes narrowed as I idly ran my hand over the shelves. ”I want to discuss our arrangement. You know, for me keeping quiet.” I tried to sound as ballsy as I could. ”I’m sucking you for free,” Tara snapped, and bit her lip when she realized that she had said it rather loudly. I couldn’t help but smile. “And I gave you a fuck,” she said quietly. She was agitated, there was no doubt about that. As I faced her off, her dark complexioned, pretty face scowling back at me, all I could see were her dark eyes and full, sexy lips. The feel of that body under her conservative clothes was still very fresh in my mind, as was her willingness to fuck me so readily in that stairway. I decided it would be worth the chance and push my luck. ”And now I want to fuck again.” My cock throbbed at my brazenness. She hesitated, as if considering her options. “Just remember what I know,” I warned, putting an edge in my voice. Her eyes narrowed at my threat. ”Alright,” she said finally. “But quickly. I have to be back with the stationary soon.” I smirked at her as much to myself. She was such an utter slut. I made certain that she followed my line of sight as I stepped forward and looked at her wedding ring. She didn’t even try to hide it or move it from my sight. As I stood in front of her, I tried to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head away, so I kissed her cheek and neck instead. She smelled good, like jasmine, and her smooth skin was as soft as I remembered it. My hands slid around her hips and small of her back before squeezing her ass as I pulled her in tight against me. I thrust my hips forward, making certain she felt my hard-on against her hip. I took a moment to kiss and lick the exposed skin down the front of her blouse before reluctantly pulling again. I could feel her anxiety and knew that I needed to get to the dirty business or she might change her mind. ”There,” I said and gestured to a small table. She looked at the table and nodded before walking over to it. She looked fantastic from the rear as well. Tara didn’t hesitate as she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She grabbed the hem and pulled it up to her waist and slowly bent over, leaning on the desk. It was a glorious sight, staring at her shapely, stocking clad legs and perfect ass. I could make out a hint of her cunt lips as she spread her legs a bit. I had already done this, however, and as I moved behind her, I grabbed her hips and forced her to turn around. She resisted at first, but then seemed to understand. She hopped up on the table and scooted her ass to the edge, careful to adjust her skirt up around her waist. ”Hurry,” she said. I knew she was worried about being caught, or one of her coworkers coming to look for her. But there was flush to her face and an edge in her voice that made me think she was a little turned on as well. She undid my belt with clumsy, fumbling hands, but managed to get it open and dropped my pants to the floor. I pushed my underwear after them as her warm hand wrapped around my now throbbing hard cock. ”Fuck me,” Tara whispered huskily as she spread her legs and grabbed onto the nearby shelves for support. I shuffled forward and aimed my cock at her cunt. The table was almost the perfect height, and as I lined my cock up with her slit, I could feel the hot wetness that was already leaking from her. She moaned lightly as I rubbed my cock head up and down her slit before slipping into her opening. I thrust my hips forward and pushed a few inches into her hot, dripping cunt. ”Yessss,” she hissed in my ear as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. ”Fuck” I grunted. I pushed in deeper and felt her cunt muscles clenching about my cock. As with the previous fuck, I wasted no time in starting to thrust in and out of her with all I was worth. I wanted to grab her blouse and tear it open so I could feast on her tits, but settled for watching them jiggle through her blouse. One of these days, I thought as I pounded into her, I’ll have those tits. Each thrust was a sensation filled experience as the small room was filled with sounds of fucking; the slapping of skin on skin, the squishing of cock into wet cunt, and the soft mews and grunts of both of us. I usually enjoyed taking my time, exploring a woman and then making love to her at length before the fucking reached this frantic pace. As her cunt worked over cock, however, I found I suddenly did not miss any of the foreplay. I must have fucked her like that for close to five minutes, enough to start sweating, when I felt my balls start to tighten. I had to curb the impulse to slow down and make it last – this was all about speed after all – when the most unlikely thing I could have imagined happened. ”Fuck,” she squealed in my ear and wrapped her arms around my body. As I continued to thrust into her, her cunt clamped down around me as she came all over my cock. There is nothing in the world that could have prevented my cock from exploding at that moment and I thrust into her with everything I was worth. The first glob of my cum shot deep inside her, and more quickly followed as I sprayed Tara’s cunt, filling her with our mixed juices. As my orgasm stopped and my cock started to soften, I was amazed to find her cunt still spasming. I allowed her to hold onto me until her body finally stopped twitching. The heat of her body and the mixed smell of cum and jasmine could have kept me there forever. I slowly pulled out with a plop. I looked around and found a box of kleenex. Ripping it open, I grabbed a handful and cleaned myself up before handing the box to Tara. She looked down at the cum seeping from her cunt and took it graciously. ”Thanks,” was all I could think to say and started to pull my pants up. ”Yeah,” she mumbled, refusing to look at me. I shrugged as I did up my belt and turned away. ”Guess I will see you tomorrow night,” Tara said before I could leave. Tomorrow night? Oh, the party. I had completely forgotten about. ”I guess you will,” I said with a smile as I looked at her over my shoulder, wondering what tomorrow night would bring. I slowly opened the door and glanced up and down the hall to make certain the way was clear. Looking back to where Tara was quickly cleaning herself up, I wondered what the next person to come for stationary would think of the thick smell of sex in the air. * * * The company parties were semi-annual events that the execs put on to try and help boost company morale. Problem was they were always held on Saturday evenings, which virtually kills the weekend, they didn’t splurge for anything fancier than the building’s conference hall, and attendance was mandatory. The only good part was that the food was decent and the alcohol was free, which meant out of the one hundred and fifty or so employees and their spouses or dates, at least a few people were likely to make total asses of themselves. This time, it seemed, there would be an added bonus for me as I walked into the hall alone; Tara would be there, and she made a point of mentioning it to me. For the first couple of hours I found a table with some work buddies, and then did the mandatory mingling and smoozing that would be required of me. I also indulged in some food and a few drinks. Might as well make the most of it. By the third hour, I made a point of looking for Tara in the mass of people and music. By 9:00, a lot of people were feeling pretty good, and I noticed the dance floor was beginning to fill up. I spotted Tara at last. She was stunning, in a black, one piece, strapless dress that somehow clung onto her large tits and ended right around the knee. It was simple, but clung to her curvy figure, and showed plenty of that cleavage I so wanted to explore. She was walking out hand in hand with some guy. With such a brazen public display, it had to be her husband. He was a stiff suit, older than her by probably ten years or more, but by the look of his suit he seemed to have lots of money. Maybe that was the trick. She married a rich, older man who couldn’t satisfy her, so she gets what she wants on the side. I watched them on and off for an hour. They danced only a couple of slow songs before Tara’s husband led her off and obviously refused to go back on. I also noticed that every time I saw her, Tara seemed to finishing off a glass of liquor. Shortly after they returned to their table, a woman joined them. I recognized her, though I didn’t know her name. She worked in the same area as Tara, and was a little younger. She was a tall, slim brunette, not much in the way of the tit department, but she was real pretty. Dressed in a red velvet shirt and black pants, her trim figure was accented as much as her pale, delicate skin. The two women chatted and Tara’s husband got up and moved into the group of our company execs. He must have been real important. I’ve never seen our VP invite an outsider into their private circle so readily. When I turned back to Tara, my eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. They were kissing. It was not a long, sensuous kiss, but it was more than just a friendly peck on the cheek. And I swear I saw the other girl’s hand briefly cup Tara’s left tit. Tara whispered something in her ear, and with a quick glance to her husband, the two giggle and got up from the table. To my shock and near terror, Tara guided them my way. They were walking hand in hand, and Tara was stumbling just a little. As they passed, Tara only glanced at me and raised her eyebrows before the pair slipped out of the hall into the reception area. I wasn’t sure what to think. I was convinced they were just going to the bathroom together, but for the way she raised her eyebrows at me. No, it couldn’t have meant anything. Her raised eyebrows were just a subtle hello and all she could afford in our secretive world. But they did leave the hall, and the bathrooms were accessible only from inside the hall. It took me about thirty seconds to decide to follow. I carefully wove my way out, giving polite, unsuspicious greetings as I passed acquaintances and coworkers and tried to keep myself from running out after the pair. There was only two ways they could have gone. Left towards the elevators, or right towards a bunch of side rooms and small halls. If they took an elevator, I would never be able to find them, so I turned right and hurried down the hall. All of the rooms I passed were either dark or locked, and I was beginning to think my imagination was playing with my penis when I turned a corner and saw faint light coming from a partially opened door. Looking around, I slowly poked my head inside. The conference room itself was still dark, but at the far end of the room light was filtering in from another door. I carefully closed the first one behind me and crept forward. The second door was open about three inches, and led into a small lounge. It seemed my eyes were determined to leave my head that night and I had to shake my head and look away before looking back. The two women were locked in an embrace as they kissed each other deeply. I could hear the sounds of slurping as their tongues attacked one another. It was every man’s fantasy come to life right before my eyes. I swallowed hard and grabbed my twitching cock through my pants as I watched the scene unfold. They continued to kiss for several more minutes as their hands roamed each others’ backs and asses, and briefly across the front to fondle tits. It was simply an amazing sight to my ever increasingly opened eyes. Tara was the first to make a move. She broke the kiss and grabbed the bottom of the other woman’s shirt. In one shift pull, Tara yanked it over her head and exposed the other woman’s lean torso and small, bra-clad breasts. Tara steered the woman around and pushed her backwards as she undid the bra and tossed it away. When they bumped into a sofa, they both giggled and Tara went to work on the woman’s pants. When they were undone and pushed to her knees, Tara helped her sit down. I had an almost perfect side view of the couple. Pulling the pants off of her, Tara grabbed hold of the thong panties. She lifted her hips and allowed Tara to pull those off as well before watching Tara stand. My cock was aching as I mimicked Tara’s stare and took in the sexiness of the slim woman who was now dressed only her high heels. She smiled up at Tara with dreamy eyes and spread her legs, invitingly exposing her shaved cunt. I had always loved the sight of a nice cunt, and I had to admit that this woman’s tight slit was one of the most delicious I have ever seen. Tara sighed in admiration of the beauty before her as well, and dropped to her knees between the open legs. Tara leaned in and kissed the woman’s lips again, and the two lingered in a sloppy make-out for several moments before she moved downward. I was rubbing myself through my pants with more pressure now, doing my best to remain quiet, but unable to stop myself as Tara sucked on the small tits and perfect nipples. The woman moaned and let her arms go limp at her sides as Tara took total control. She was obviously in a hurry to move to a specific area as she paid far less attention to those tits than I would have, and kissed her way down the flat stomach and down one thigh. The woman’s moans became louder as I watched Tara lick and nip at the her inner thighs. She looked up into the woman’s eyes and smiled, before lowering her head. I had to stop my hand or I would have cum in my pants as Tara’s mouth sucked around the woman’s delicious looking cunt. The woman’s legs swung around Tara’s shoulder’s, tightening her thighs around the head that was pleasuring her. It occurred to me then, as I slowly rubbed myself again, that there was no way these two could not have done this before. They had not spoken a word since I was there, yet moved so smoothly and naturally together. I wondered how many of other woman at the office she was sleeping with. My thoughts were pushed away as I was captured by the scene before me. I knew first hand the talent of Tara’s mouth. She had one hand on the woman’s left breasts and she squeezed it tightly as her other hand stroked her leg. The slurping sounds of Tara’s sucking were soon as loud as the woman’s moans and incoherent babbling. The pleasure coursing through her was obvious as she thrashed and writhed on the couch. It was no surprised to me when moments later she grabbed Tara’s head and screeched into the air, her eyes tightly shut. I had to stop myself again and concentrated on listening to the sounds of Tara’s lapping up the woman’s juices as she continued to thrash and cry in pleasure. Tara continued to gently lick the woman’s cunt as her body slowly stilled. Satisfied she was done, Tara kissed her way back up the lean body, lingering a few moments on her belly and tits, before kissing her on the lips and sharing a taste of her own juices. They kissed for a long time, at least in my mind that was hungry for more, before they both climbed to their feet. Kissing some more, the woman slid her hands up Tara’s waist and over her large breasts before grabbing the top of her dress and pulling it down. The soft material gave way and she continued to pull until the whole thing dropped and pooled on the floor around her feet. I only just caught myself from gasping aloud. Now wearing only a thong and her own high heels, Tara stood mostly naked in front of the other woman. Though I had felt them through shirts and bras on more than one occasion, it was the first time I have ever seen Tara’s tits bared. They were spectacular, the size of honey dews melons, still firm and ripe. The two women embraced as they renewed their kissing, grinding their tits against each other. Looking at them then, it would have been hard for me to tell which was the sexier. Tara’s dark skin and curvy body contrasted the other woman’s slim, paler form. Both had their own merits, and I don’t think my cock was throbbing so hard for only one of them specifically. The woman’s hands crept down to Tara’s panties and she pushed them down her thighs before maneuvering her against the couch and helping her sit down. Tara slumped down and eagerly lifted her legs to allow her panties to be completely pulled free. The woman seemed less concerned with time or with getting caught (I’m pretty certain her husband wasn’t just down the hall), as she lingered and enjoyed Tara’s body. From Tara’s glazed-eyed stare, I could tell it was more than just the buzz of alcohol that was spinning her brain. Office Girl Ch. 03 The woman licked and kissed at Tara’s neck and upper chest before moving to her large tits. She did all the things to those lovely breasts that I wanted to do, kissing and sucking every inch of them, pinching and biting her large nipples, and burying her face in between them. I would have loved to do all of that and more. My cock would look wonderful sliding in between her massive cleavage. By the time the woman left her tits and licked her way down Tara’s stomach, I had my pants unzipped and was rubbing my cock directly against my underwear. She teased Tara in same manner Tara had teased her, by kissing and licking at her inner thighs. The woman was more thorough, though, and more intent on the tease, spending much more time exploring Tara’s smooth thighs and around her shaved cunt. Tara moaned out loud as the woman finally moved down and touched her tongue to Tara’s clit. Her entire body shivered in delight. I absently fished my cock free and through the opening in my pants and stroked the entire length as I watched. The woman’s technique as different from Tara’s. While Tara relied completely on her mouth and tongue to give pleasure, the woman used a combination of her mouth and left hand. Her right was busy rubbing Tara’s stomach and playing with her tits as Tara rubbed her own, squeezing them together and occasionally licking at her own nipples. The woman ate at Tara’s cunt with as much delight, though, and her tongue rarely left her pussy lips and her hand spread them wide and teasing worked their way inside the sopping wet hole. Tara moaned again as the woman worked over her clit, and I turned briefly to make certain no one was behind me that might have heard. When I looked back my heart nearly stopped when I found Tara staring straight at me. ”Come in and shut the door,” she ordered in a sultry voice. The woman stopped and looked up at her in surprise before following her gaze. When she spotted me, cock in hand, she started to stand up and look for cover. Tara grabbed her arm and whispered something to her. At first the woman shook her head angrily and whispered something back, but as the two spoke, too quietly for me to here, whatever Tara was saying finally convinced her. By the time the woman settled down and sat on the couch, I was leaning against the closed door, still stroking my hard cock. ”Come here,” Tara ordered again, and I flowed towards her. My own alcohol consumption, combined with the sights I had been witnessing and the thick smell of feminine sex in the air was unlike any drug I could ever imagine. When I finally stood before her, my eyes lingering over both beauties up close, I couldn’t help but nervously look behind me, expecting Tara’s husband to barge in at any moment. Tara took my hands and pulled me to my knees. Then she did something I would never have expected: she kissed me. It was a sensuous, deep, magnificent kiss that went all the way to my twitching cock. The way she knew how to work a man over, it should not have been a surprise that she could kiss the way she did. The faint taste of the woman’s juices also lingered in her mouth, and I kissed her even harder as Tara helped me out of my jacket and tie. She broke the kiss as she started to unbutton my shirt. ”Cheryl here is going to watch,” Tara whispered. Cheryl, yes, that was her name. “You’re going to fuck me now, and she’s going to watch, and you aren’t going to touch her. Got it?” ”Yeah,” I croaked as Tara pulled my shirt off. ”Then fuck me,” she cooed. I stood up and quickly kicked off my shoes before dropping my pants and underwear and kicking them away. I thought briefly about removing my socks. Black socks on a naked body was not an attractive sight, but when Tara and Cheryl still wearing their shoes it seemed to somehow continue the theme. I glanced over at Cheryl. She was still a bit nervous about the sudden turn of events, but by her flushed body and hard nipples she was obviously excited about what she was about to see. I mimicked the girls and dropped between Tara’s open legs and kissed her hard. She kissed me back, pulling me tight against her and ground her tits into my bare chest. Her rock hard nipples poked at my skin and I shivered in delight. As I broke the kiss and moved down her neck, I couldn’t believe how good she smelled. The scent of perfume and sex filled my nostrils as I stopped at her tits. I started at them intently for several moments before attacking them with my mouth and tongue. Tara cooed and moaned and my mouth and tongue touched every part of her tits, spending more time on her nipples than anywhere else as my hand kneading the firm flesh. They were absolutely glorious. I finally placed my face in between them and used my hands to force them against my cheeks. It is every man’s desire to bury his face in between two large, beautiful tits and shake his head back and forth, and I did just that. Tara giggled and writhed as I tickled her, and Cheryl giggled along with us. When I started to move myself lower, Tara grabbed my arms. ”Nope,” she said simply. “You’re going to fuck me now.” I wanted a taste, but all things considered there was so sense ruining the moment by pushing. I glanced over again and found Cheryl intently watching as I moved into place between Tara’s legs and aimed my cock at her wet hole. Looking into Tara’s eyes, I gave her what she wanted and forced my cock inside of her. Hot and wet from Cheryl’s work over, I slipped easily inside. Tara always seemed perpetually wet when I had encountered her, but this time it felt as if my cock was being seared by her heat as her cunt muscles gripped and worked over my cock. ”Fuck,” Tara hissed. “Fuck yes.” I started out slowly as Tara purred and wrapped her legs around my waist. I took the opportunity to lean in and suck and fondle her inviting tits as I fucked her with slow but steady thrusts. Tara moaned and I groaned in turn as I fucked the amazing woman below me. She seemed created only for sex and the pleasure of men and women alike. ”Yes, Tara,” I moaned as I sucked on her hard nipple. ”Fuck me, Stephen,” she grunted and started to hump back against me. From her flushed skin and excited, glazed eyes, I knew that Cheryl must have brought her close. It wouldn’t take much to bring her over the edge. My steady thrusting was sent of rhythm when I felt a hand on my ass. I almost stopped as I looked over and found Cheryl kneeling on the floor behind us, her face only inches from our connection. Tara looked passed me to see why I had slowed and smiled. ”That’s it, baby,” she encourage Cheryl. “Do what you like.” She turned back to me. “And you, fuck me.” I started to thrust a little faster and a little harder as I felt Cheryl’s hands and hot breath move around my ass and balls as she watched us fucking. I wanted to turn and see what she was planning to do when Tara forced my head back into her tits. ”Fuck me, Stephen,” Tara moaned as I started pounding into her. “Fuck me. Yessss. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeee.” I’d like to think it was my cock that sent her over the edge and spun her body into a serious of orgasmic convulsions, but since it also nearly sent me over the edge as well, I knew it had to be Cheryl’s tongue that started licking at my shaft and Tara’s snatch between thrusts. I slowed my pace, uncertain of what to do and only knowing that I didn’t want to cum just yet. It took all of my concentration to keep control as Tara squealed and thrashed below me and Cheryl licked and sucked at my cock and balls. ”Mmmmm,” Tara moaned as she looked into my eyes. “So fucking good.” I stopped at that point and was surprised when Cheryl pulled my cock out of Tara. Tara only smiled and squirmed as Cheryl licked at her cunt before sucking the first few inches of my cock into her mouth. I nearly came again, but thankfully she only wanted a taste and guided me back inside the waiting hole. ”Fuck me more,” Tara pleaded. “Fuck me hard, like before.” I nodded and started to pound into her again. I could feel Cheryl still moving about behind us, sometimes licking my full balls, sometimes attacking Tara’s cunt lips between my thrusts. It was an amazing moment. Just down the hall, a room was filled with our coworkers and Tara’s husband. In the small lounge, I pulled her tight against me, savouring the feel of her tits against my naked and sweaty chest as we fucked hard. Cheryl presence and occasional participation heightened the wanton experience to a new level in my experiences with Tara. I felt Cheryl’s hands on my ass again, slowly spreading my ass cheeks. I started to squirm, but Tara held me tight as Cheryl slid a finger along my ass crack. ”Fuck,” Tara moaned again as I continued to fuck her. “Fuck me. Cum in my pussy, Stephen. Cum inside me. Please!” ”Yes,” I murmured thoughtlessly. “Fuck, yes.” ”Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in me. Cum!” I couldn’t take it anymore. With a few more powerful thrusts I pounded into her as deep as I could go as my balls tightened. Just as they were about to explode, Cheryl did something that I had never imagined happening. She spread my ass cheeks and rammed her tongued deep into my asshole. I groaned like an animal as the new and incredibly perverted sensations spread through me. Tara mewed and cooed at me as her cunt muscles flexed and worked the cum out of my spasming cock. Cheryl’s tongue licked around the super-sensitive rim of my ass and her hand squeezed gently at my balls as I emptied every dropped into the hot hole. When I was done, the two of them almost frantically pulled me off of Tara and down onto the couch beside her. Tara twisted sideways and sucked my softening cock into her mouth, drinking my sperm and her own juices from my shafy. But it was what Cheryl did next that made my cock twitch and stay semi-hard. Cheryl moved between Tara’s legs and started sucking at the oozing pussy. She licked and sucked my load of cum out of Tara’s pussy and did her best to work over her lips and clit as well. Tara shuttered and moaned around my cock, which she never took out of her mouth as she reached her second orgasm of the night. Cheryl continued to lick Tara out well after Tara’s orgasm slowed down, and only stopped when she was satisfied every drop of our mixed cum had been licked clean. It was only then that Tara released my cock from her mouth with a plop. The two ladies moved together again and met in a slow, exploring kiss. We sat in a small group for many minutes as we caught our breaths and reveled in the experience we had just shared. Cheryl was the first to get up and start to dress. I waited until Tara joined her so I could watch both their bodies, before rising and gathering my clothes. We dressed in silence, but small smiles played on all of our lips. ”Wait a few minutes,” Tara instructed, “before you follow us out. I think you should head straight to the bathroom and clean up.” She giggled and kissed me on the cheek. Cheryl looked me up and down and smiled before kissing me on the other cheek. I stayed in that room for a quarter of an hour before gathering my wits. I decided to skip the bathroom and headed straight for home.