2 comments/ 16657 views/ 0 favorites A Work Colleague Chronicle Ch. 01 By: covertopsten (I): Hand Relief It all started with the spatter of my cum across the office computer screen. I was standing next to the desk, my trousers and boxer shorts down round my ankles. Emma, my work colleague, was sat on the swivel chair next to me, her jeans off, her legs encased in cream nylon pantyhose, her hand wrapped around my cock, still wanking it as the last spurts of semen now pattered across the key-board. "Better?" she asked. I nodded. It was all I could do for the moment. I didn't know it, but Emma was to be the first of a number of sexual adventures I would have with my work colleagues at the institute over the following few weeks. Whether it was because of my now single status -- I had recently broken off an engagement to a young female solicitor in the city -- or simply luck, I was to find myself in a number of lurid trysts, all with women my senior and all work-related... My diary for that week had perhaps been a little provocative but surely not precognitive; "Monday 16th Why doesn't Emma wear skirts any more? Although she's quite short, she's got good legs and a great arse..." I never thought I would ask her though. But there I was, doing just that the following Thursday. "I just haven't felt like it," she answered. "Why? You like looking at my legs?" "Well, yeah, especially when you wear tights...." "I'm wearing tights right now." I could feel the saliva juicing up my mouth. I swallowed. "You want to see them?" "Please." "All right. Lock the door." I did so. There wasn't much chance of anyone coming in, but you never could tell at the institute and it was always better to be safe than sorry. By the time I had locked the door, Emma had taken off her jeans and was sitting, cross-legged in cream tights at the computer. "Ok. I don't want you touching me, but I can wank you off, if you like." I could only nod. Now beside her, I quickly unzipped and lowered my trousers and dropped my boxers, my cock already standing to hard attention. She took it in her small hand and lightly squeezed it. I could smell her hair, her perfume, the cigarette she'd recently smoked out in the forecourt but could only stand there, obeying her, not touching her, as she began to wank my cock towards the computer screen. I looked down at her, at her nylon clad thigh, her legs still crossed... I suppose it took only half a minute. I watched her watching my cock, its purple head exposed-covered-exposed as she began to pick up the pace. Grunting, I exploded, the spurts of white cum splattering across the screen, her hand now pumping me hard as I took hold of the desk to steady myself. I must admit to wanting her mouth on me, to have her sucking me, and me with my hands in her hair as I came.... "Better?" she asked. She cleaned my cock up with a Kleenex before wiping off the screen and then her fingers. As she did so, I pulled up my boxers and trousers. "Thank you," I said. "Don't mention it," she replied, smiling. She pulled her jeans back on, the hiss of the material over nylon had me twitching again but I had work to do and so did she. "Can I ask you out sometime," I asked. "I don't think my boy-friend would be very happy about that," she said, sitting down and beginning to type. "But maybe we can organise another hand relief session if you're good..." (II): Latino MILF It was a day later, the Friday, when I had my next encounter. Emma had avoided me in the café that morning so I was feeling a bit pissed off as I stepped out of the elevator on my floor. As I turned, I caught sight of Maria as she disappeared around the corner on her way to her own class room. I'd always had a thing about this woman. In her 50s, dark skinned, Latino, a mother of three, she had always done a fantastic job at keeping fit. For one reason or another, probably more because of the sudden burning desire to see Maria's naked breasts, I made my way to her room. She was already at her desk when I entered, reading glasses on, studying a newspaper. She was wearing a low-cut blouse and I could see that she, like Emma the day before, was wearing jeans. I'd always fantasised about sex with a married woman and the look she gave me as I entered was enough to get my cock swelling in anticipation. I closed the door behind me without being asked. "Well, if it isn't the little Casanova," she said, taking off her glasses and laying them down on the paper in front of her. "What...?" "Emma told me of your clandestine meeting yesterday in the staff-room," she said as she stood, stepping out from behind the desk. She came towards me, unbuttoning her blouse. "You know, I could have you reported for that," she continued, her breasts, still supported in their double 'D' cups now revealed as she threw off the blouse. "But let's just say, I'll look the other way, just as long as you satisfy my, how should we say?" her hands now unbuttoning her jeans, "my needs." Five minutes later she was down on her desk and I was standing between her smooth brown thighs, gripping hold of her marvellous arse cheeks, her tits free of their cups, bouncing heavily with each thrust of my cock in her black-haired pussy. I'm not sure what I'd been expecting... perhaps a more 'elastic' cunt? After three children, I was amazed how tight Maria's pussy was. She gripped me at each pull-back, milking me, her 'needs' clearly stronger than I had imagined. If we hadn't been in the institute I'm sure she would have been screaming out obscenities. As it was, she managed quite well in harsh, grunting whispers; "Fuck me. Fuck me with that hard fucking prick. Fuck me like the whore I am..." I kept going (God knows how!) as she shuddered into a climax, her tanned body shiny with perspiration beneath me. I took the opportunity to pull out and flip her over, her black-pubed cunt, the red lips open like a slick, creamy flower in front of me, I pushed the four fingers of my right hand into her. Moaning, she looked back over her shoulder at me, her black hair plastered to her face. "Fist-fuck me..." she managed, so I obliged. By the time she shuddered into her second orgasm, I was up to my wrist in Latino cunt, but my cock was still to be satisfied and I wanted it sucked. I pulled out my hand and went round to her face. "Suck me off, bitch," I ordered. "And while you do, I want you to wank me. And I want to see your wedding ring as you do it." It was the glint and flash of her wedding ring in the sunlight from the window as she wanked and sucked me that finally sent me over the edge. As I came, handfuls of her hair in my fists, her gagging as I fucked her throat, I realised this was exactly what I had wanted to do to Emma the day before... Maria took all I could give her and I left her spread eagled on the desk, gasping, trying to get her breath back. "I take it your needs have been satisfied?" I said as I made for the door. I took her post-orgasmic murmurs as a sign of affirmation and let myself out. (III): Ripped Tights It was only that night that something Maria had said came back to me. "Emma told me of your clandestine meeting yesterday in the staff-room...." The two women clearly talked with one another. The two women talked and what Maria had heard had excited her sufficiently to get naked.... I got the call the following evening -- the Saturday. Emma was meeting Maria for drinks at a local pub. Would I like to come? I was there an hour early. Emma and Maria entered together, ordered their drinks and came over to sit either side of me. "Maria told me what the two of you got up to in her room yesterday," said Emma after taking a sip of her wine. "I wouldn't mind joining in next time." I raised my eyebrows at that one. "And what about your boy-friend?" I asked. "I mean, I know Maria loves acting the dirty whore, but you ...." "Oh, it'll be the same rules," Emma continued. "You can't touch me..." "I'll do the touching," Maria interrupted. "I'll do enough touching for the both of us." She placed her hand on my leg, beneath the table. "And I'm wearing tights again," said Emma. "And tonight," said Maria, "I am too." An hour later, we went to a hotel and booked a room. We only had an hour -- Maria could just about convince her husband she'd gone to her Pilates class... I assured her she would probably get more exercise with me and she answered yes, the previous session had literally blown her away, but she'd certainly had her work out! Both women soon stripped, both naked but for the tan nylons Emma was wearing and the brown pantyhose Maria was wearing. Neither woman was wearing panties..... I admired Emma's neatly trimmed cunt. Maria's black-pubed pussy was already dampening up the crotch of her tights... Both women knelt on the bed in front of me, Maria's heavy breasts pressed against Emma's smaller tits, the older woman's nipples bigger and harder.... As they kissed I slowly wanked myself... Five minutes later I was eating Maria's black-haired cunt through the hole I'd ripped in her pantyhose whilst she feasted on our colleague's cunt, Emma standing above us, legs spread, her hands on her tits.... Five minutes after that I was doing Maria hard, doggy-style, with me gripping her ass through the nylon. A moment later, Emma slid beneath my shuttling cock and started licking and biting my balls and probing Maria's juiced-up cunt with her expert fingers... I felt my orgasm building. I watched, sated, as Emma ate my cum out of Maria's dripping pussy, the Latino, her ass still in the air, her pantyhose in tatters, moaning into the pillow... The two women left before me, Maria undoubtedly with what remained of my cum dribbling down her inner thigh , but with a well and truly worn out look on her face. Her husband would be impressed with her 'Pilates' work-out, I was sure! (IV): Voyeur One thing I know will always get me off is the sense of being a voyeur. A week after my hotel meeting, I was spending some time with a friend of mine, Bob, a divorcee and an old work colleague who had a house on the coast and who would often have people over. For one reason or another, he had got his dates mixed up and I found myself sharing the house with Liz -- another of my colleagues from work and another mature woman I had a passion for - and her husband Frank. Now, I was sure Liz hadn't been told by either Emma or Maria of our escapades the week before and, although I had always lusted after the blond, petite Belgium woman, I hadn't made a move. The day after I'd arrived and unpacked, I'd gone out to get a bottle of wine and returned to the house, letting myself in with my borrowed key. After putting the wine in the fridge, I was making my way through to the living room when I heard the knock-knock-knocking of a bed head-board banging against the wall of one of the upstairs guest bedrooms. Taking my chance, and wanting to see Liz in action, I climbed the stairs and made my way towards the room. As luck would have it, the door had been left slightly ajar and I was given a satisfying view of the bed. Liz, her head pressed back into the pillow was being taken missionary style, her calves tensing across the ass of who I presumed at first glance must be her husband Frank. "Ohh, Bob... Screw me harder," and it was at that point I realised it was my old friend between her legs! Bob really started ploughing Liz's pussy, whilst at the same time leaning down and kissing her, his ass thrusting back and forth, back and forth, driving his impressive dong deep into her cunt. "Oh, Oh... Oh, god... I'm cumming, I'm cumming....," and at that Bob pulled back, his wet cock springing into view as he sat back on his heels, exposing Liz's spread legs, her pink gaping hole... Liz bucked, and then, from her cunt, a sudden jet of female cum hosed out, splashing my friend's chest, his prick and the bed. Squirting again, and then for a third time, the bed soaked, my friend dripping, Liz whooped back a heaving breath and Bob rolled forwards and thrust his cock back into her sopping pussy. I almost whipped out my cock and jumped in to join them, but at that moment the doorbell rang. I ducked back, sprinting lightly for the stairs. It had to be Liz's husband, Frank. I heard the pair scrabbling from the bedroom behind me and caught sight of Liz, now wrapped in a towel, rushing into the bathroom across from the guest room, closing and locking the door. I reached the bottom of the stairs, counted to ten and then shouted up, 'I'll get it!' I heard Bob making for the landing, so I gave him another five seconds and opened the door for Frank.... I would get some sort of payment out of this, I thought lightly to myself as I helped Frank bring in the groceries. A little black-mail wouldn't go amiss... A Work Colleague Chronicle Ch. 02 V: Squirter Whilst over dinner, I leaned in close to Liz and whispered; "I saw you. I saw both of you this afternoon." She was at first a little taken aback and was clearly about to deny the accusation, but at that moment Frank returned from the kitchen with a fresh bottle of wine and, her face red, she had to return to a conversation about the vineyards of France. Another few minutes and I had my next chance. Helping her with the dishes for desert, Frank and Bob back in the living-room discussing local politics, I said; "But don't worry. Your secret's safe with me... I just want a go at that incredible squirting cunt of yours..." "I..." "Now, Liz. You know I appreciate all that you've done for me at work, but this is serious. If you don't let me have a go, I'll tell Frank... It's as simple as that." She had very little choice and so eventually agreed to just one fuck... Little knowing I was planning to milk her for all she was worth! Bob and Frank would be going for a walk. I would catch them up after I'd done a bit of writing, and Liz would feign a headache and stay at home. Whilst the two men walked to a bar, I would be at home soaking myself in gouts of pussy juice from Liz's cunt. The front door finally closed at 9:30 with promises that I would catch the guys up – if I had my way, I would be catching them up a good while later. I went on up the stairs to the guest room where Liz was waiting. She was looking indecisive again and still in her clothes. I produced my mobile phone and placed it on the bedside table. "You have one chance, Liz. If you don't get the fuck undressed I'm going to ring Frank and tell him why Bob needed to clean the guest room sheets this afternoon." Once stripped, I had her stand naked in front of me. Liz's got an incredibly sexy mouth – a great Gob for Cock as we used to say at University – so I had her kneel in front of me and suck me. I was soon very hard, whilst all the while her hands were massaging my nut-sack ... I was happy to see she was getting into the swing of things. "That's it. That's good," I said, taking her hair with one hand and bobbing her head of my cock. I looked down at her. "Look up at me," I ordered. Those blue eyes, rimmed with black mascara, that cock gobbling mouth... I nearly lost it there and then. It was time to fuck her pussy and to make her cum... "Ok. Onto the bed, Liz..." I started her off in the missionary position like Bob had done her. She was already extremely wet. I thrust into her at a steady rhythm, her legs pinning me like they'd pinned Bob. I paused for a moment, lifting her legs up over my shoulders. She gasped as I got going again. "Tell me when you're about to cum," I said. "I want it all over me like you showered Bob." I thrust in, pulled out, thrust in, pulled out... "Oooh, yes... yes... Now, Oh, now..." she panted. I quickly pulled out like I'd seen Bob do, Liz, her legs now wide as she bucked and began to squirt... The stream of warm female cum shot out, splashed across my abdomen, Liz gasping for air with another jet... I plunged back in, even as she came again, her juices squitting out of her cunt as I piled back into her, thrusting in and out, in and out, her juices now soaking the once fresh bedclothes... I took hold of her ankles, kept fucking her as she exploded again... I pulled back, a deluge across the bed and Liz screaming now as she shuddered and spasmed beneath me. Again, I plunged back in, balls deep... Just as the bedroom telephone rang. VI: Vibrator Still deep in Liz's pussy, I lent over and picked up the phone and, slowly fucking her, I answered. It was Frank. "Hi, Frank," I watched the fear in Liz's beautiful blue eyes. I kept slowly fucking her and smiled as Frank continued; "Is Liz asleep? I think the volume on her mobile's off. I need to talk to her for a moment." I pushed my cock in to his wife, deep to the hilt so that my balls were pressed against her wet ass, then pulled slowly out. "I'm not sure..." I said, pushing in, pulling out, the difficulty Liz was having in keeping quiet amused me. "Let me have a look." I placed the phone back down on the bed, close to Liz's head and began to build up a punishing rhythm. Liz took the pillow in an attempt to muffle any moans, but I snatched it away and she started spasming on my cock and so I pulled out again as she went off in yet another gush of female cum-juice. I took up the phone as she shuddered some more, her hand now clamped firmly across her mouth. "Sorry about that, Frank," I said, looking down at his soaking, naked wife, her breasts jiggling with each thrust of my cock, the drenched bedclothes twisted beneath us. "I think she must be in bed." I almost giggled at the irony. "But try her mobile again, just in case." "Will do," he answered. "You working hard?" he laughed. "You wouldn't believe," I answered, pulling out and thrusting into his unbelievably juiced up wife once more before hanging up. The volume on Liz's phone clearly was off, but I saw it on the dressing table. I pulled out and climbed off the soaking bed and picked the phone up. "Ok, I want you to switch on the vibration," I told her. She did as she was told. I took the phone, pushed her legs back so that her knees were up by her ears, spread the lips of her pussy apart and inserted the slim phone into her cunt. Just as Frank began calling her number again. She yelled as she came and moaned again as Frank kept ringing, the sound of the phone's vibration humming from her cunt. As she exploded, the phone plopping onto the drenched sheets, still buzzing with each ring, I wanked my cock towards her mouth, Liz only just able to clamp that delectable cock-sucking mouth around my meat before I came, nearly choking her, pulling out and coating her face and her tits with my cum... As I headed for the bathroom, leaving Liz shattered on the soaking bed, feeling a little cruel, I told her; "Well, that was for starters. We'll see if we can't go for a repeat performance tomorrow, ok? And then, just maybe, I'll refrain from telling Frank..." VII: Drugged Husband The next morning I had an excellent idea. Knowing Frank often had problems sleeping, I slipped a couple of his sleeping-pills into his late-afternoon tea and watched him head off for what was an early and – I knew! - rather prolonged siesta! Bob and I were now free to do with his wife what we wished... I'd told Bob about what I'd seen the day before and what I'd done with Liz later that evening. He was, as I knew he would be, totally open about it. "Isn't she unbelievable?" he asked, shaking his head. "I knew about female ejaculation, but I never knew a woman could come so hard and so much!" A good half an hour after Frank had gone to sleep – his snores rocking the house – Bob told Liz what we had done and what we were planning now to do. She was of course reluctant – She'd clearly come round to the facts of the situation, but fucking the two of us with her husband still in the house... Bob simply took her face in his hands and kissed her. Needless to say, I didn't have to repeat my blackmailing techniques. Taking one of the furthest guest rooms – part of an annex Bob had recently built for his children – we laid towels on the bed and stripped Liz. As she and Bob kissed beside the bed, I dropped to my knees and parted her legs, running my fingers up the inside of her thighs, to her cunt and then along the lips of her pussy, parting them with the tip of my index finger. She was already getting wet, and I'm sure the knowledge that her husband was only a couple of rooms distant actually added to her excitement. Bob's hands were now on her arse, parting her cheeks and then her legs further. I bent her forward slightly and pushed my index finger into her wet hole. I could hear her murmurs of pleasure beneath Bob's kisses and I started slowly fingering her. Her first orgasm of the evening sent only a spurt of juice into my hand, but her legs were shaking and Bob had to lay her down onto the towel covered bed. By then, I was completely naked, my cock hard and erect and I fed it into her mouth as Bob began taking his clothes off. As she sucked on me, all the while her hand wanking me, Bob climbed between her legs and inched his sizeable cock into her wet pussy. As he began to fuck her, Liz began sucking harder on my prick, keeping in rhythm to Bob's shunts. A minute or so later, she took my cock from her mouth. "I'm close, I'm close...." "Fuck her, Bob," I said. My friend built up to a thundering pace, Liz shaking beneath him. "Oh, oh... I'm cumming, I'm cumming...!" "Swap ends!" I yelled, Bob pulling out, almost falling off the bed, as Liz started spraying. I dived into her squirting cunt, taking up where Bob had left off. After another minute of rapid fucking, Liz came again, yanking Bob's cock from her mouth and gasping. I took the moment to flip her over and commenced fucking her doggy-style, even as she continued cumming. I was kneeling in a pool of her juices, gripping her hips, ramming her squelching pussy with all my might. Bob, wanking his cock towards Liz, exploded with a yell, a jet of spunk spattering her face and mouth, I not far behind, the exquisite build-up and then release, the hot, hot gush as I came deep inside her pussy, fucking her mercilessly until the last twitch of my cock... Needless to say, both me and Bob tidied up the room, Liz far too gone to help and luckily, Frank never mentioned why there were so many towels and bed sheets drying on the line the next day!