17 comments/ 37166 views/ 20 favorites An Office Lust Affair By: Catmoore It had seemed the perfect answer. Go back to work. Not full time, but just enough to relieve the crushing boredom that my life entailed. Two grown kids at uni and a workaholic husband who was away from home at least a week a month at the New York office of the lawyer firm where he was a partner. On top of that he worked murderous hours, often twelve or fourteen hours and entertained frequently. But then he explained corporate lawyers have to. I suppose I benefitted from it in some ways, probably many. I had more clothes than I knew what to do with, I had fantastic holidays even though Richard was always on his mobile, ipad or laptop and I got to go to all the top restaurants, clubs and sporting events. I accompanied him on fully paid trips to New York, LA and most European cities whenever it took my fancy, I had a brand new car every year and we lived in a huge house that I hated, just outside St Albans. So what's the problem many would ask? There's two actually: I am so bloody lonely and I so fucking frustrated I masturbate most days and have the wildest fantasies. I have contemplated an affair or a fling a toyboy many times, but so far had resisted it. All that changed when I went to work. I wasn't looking for an affair. I didn't want a guy to be dipping his pen in the company ink and I certainly had no intention whatsoever of doing anything that might ruin my marriage. I hated the lonely and frustrated situation I was in, but was even more scared of being divorced. And in fact I didn't have an affair but I had a series of such extreme and intense, dangerous liaisons it gave me all the thrills of an affair without having to make the excuses and tell the lies that affairs demand. The incongruity of it was the guy with who I had these liaisons and how he got me involved in them. He was not at all my sort, if there is such a thing that is for since marrying Richard some twenty plus years ago there hasn't needed to be a 'my sort' for I have been physically totally faithful. Emotionally I may have strayed with my fantasies, my thoughts of having a discrete affair or a virile toyboy. Certainly Richard would have considered my frequent, almost daily, masturbations as me being unfaithful and without doubt he would have thought that my occasional cybersex, sometime accompanied with phone sex as me being a philanderer as well as a slut. In my heart and mind when I let my imagination flow I knew that deep down he would be correct in thinking that. But then he had never objected and had even encouraged me being the 'lady in the drawing room and the whore in the bedroom.' And on top of that he had for many years now used his hobby to provide both of us with some wonderful sexual experiences by photographing me as I undressed and then played with myself. * As chat up lines go it was certainly different. "At least give us your knickers to sniff then" he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes after I had told him that I wasn't interested in giving him a blow job. I had been working at the newspaper as a Senior Sub-editor for a month or so and had slowly got to know everybody including Stevie Taylor. He was the IT King at the local newspaper group where we both worked. Amongst the women in the company I had heard that he was known as 'the Office Bull' because he had a reputation for bedding a lot of women. He was also known as sleazeball; I preferred the latter description. What was so strange was that although he made my flesh creep he also turned me on in almost equal measures. I put it down largely to him being so different to anyone else I knew. He was a bit of a loud mouth, was arrogant and assumptive as well as being foul mouthed and crude. That said he had a degree of charm. He was Irish and had a lovely brogue and the cutest twinkle in his stunningly blue eyes. He was tall, around six two and looked fit and trim. He had black, wavy hair that he wore quite unfashionably long and he was good looking. He was witty and humourous, was noted for his generosity and treated everyone the same whether they be the tea boy or the Managing Director. He was in his late twenties and had apparently got a first class honours degree in computer science; he was frighteningly intelligent. At first there was nothing that suggested he would be my 'saviour,' the man that got me back to start fucking around and the guy that helped me solve in the mist dramatic way my frustration. We were working together on a short-term project to archive past articles and stories on a new computer system. I was being paid quite an outrageous bonus for the extra work as it had to be done outside the normal working hours of the newspapers. That meant either, early morning between five and eight or evenings from six to twelve and late. As the offices were in Harpenden just a ten minute drive away and as I was alone so often the anti-social hours didn't bother me. "Nooooooooo I will not!" I sighed as I dismissed his request. This was on the Monday evening of the second week of the project. I had agreed to do most of the early morning work for he had said. "I'm fucking terrible getting up in the morning Cat; waking that is not getting it up for I love early morning sex." I didn't reply. He went on. "But then I don't usually get to bed to two, well sleep that is if you know what I mean" he'd explained leering at me. "Yes I know what you mean." "What about you and your husband do you do it at night or in the mornings?" I ignored him. "Or do you do it both?" "Leave ir Steve." "Or maybe neither Cat, are you on a low sex diet?" We were doing our evening shift and were the only people in the office at that time of night. As usual, he was taking every opportunity to introduce sex into the conversation. Although I'd worked for the Company for over a month now this was the first time I'd ever had to work closely with him and it was a little bit unnerving. "I bet you wear really sexy knickers," the pervert continued. "A thong? A tiny G-string? Open crotch? Yes...that's it!" Stevie chuckled when I glared at him, "I bet you're wearing cheap, red tacky open-crotch knickers!" "Fuck off you pervert" I snarled. "Oooo I love it when you talk dirty to me. I bet you love wearing them." I am not!" I maintained. "Now let's get back to work". I knew I should ignore him but he just kept going on and on like yappy terrier. In a strange way, though, I enjoyed it. Maybe that was because nobody nowadays talked to me like that or showed much interest in me. Richard was away so much and worked such ridiculous hours when he was home that there was little time for sex. It seemed that recently we only had sex when he took photos of me and I was beginning to think that he needed that to get it up! Stevie was incorrigible; all he seemed to do whenever I saw him at lunch or whatever was talk about sex; his conquests at the weekend, his potential conquests, magazines that he'd seen, porn on the internet and girls he wanted to have sex with. "I just adore ash-blondes" he smirked at me looking at my shoulder-length ash-blonde hair. "Yeah I'm sure." "Course I do and when the hair is on a MILF I get hard just looking at her." "Oh shut up, you say that to all the women." "No only to ash-blonde MILFs." As I look back now it was probably 'sexual harassment in the workplace', but Stevie was one of those people that oozed charm and charisma meaning that everyone just laughed along with him and he got away with being outrageous. Just just why he seemed to zero in on me I didn't know. "So what type are you wearing then?" The fairly good looking, well-built sleazeball continued verbally beating me down. "I'm not telling you!" I retorted knowing that I was becoming flustered. I wondered if it would be simpler just to tell him. This was the third night in a row this week, for us to work together until midnight. Stevie had finished his part of the job so had spent the last hour or so asking me to go into the toilets for a 'quick shag because his nuts were busting.' He said it in a way that made you wonder if he was really serious or not. Anyway I consistently refused his lecherous requests and that didn't seem to faze much and certainly didn't deter him. It wasn't that I was completely repulsed by him for I did find him slightly, exciting I suppose is the best way of describing my feelings, but I couldn't, could I? I was married so I was 'unavailable' and I couldn't risk him mouthing off about fucking me. After all I was one of the senior management team, I worked as a correspondent, journalist and sub editor and so many people knew me and Richard that word could easily get around and to him. 'Fuck' I thought as I was driving home in my BMW 330 'I am making excuses for me fancying him and am working out reasons not to give in to his advances. I should just accept I don't want the jerk.' But I knew that wasn't true and was beginning to think that if I was certain that I could get away with it then I would be sorely tempted! "I have always fancied big boobed, older birds like you?" He suddenly blurted out referring to my quite rounded and, if I do say it myself, pretty good figure. At the time I was forty three. I am five feet six tall, weigh just over nine stones, one hundred and thirty six ounds, and have a thirty five inch D cup cup, twenty five, thirty five inch figure. "I'm not even your type." I muttered as I kept furiously typing so I didn't have to think about him and what he wanted to do with me. "So" he grunted sipping his coffee. "What is my type, then?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Common, slutty, trampy, easy women that wear too much make-up and not enough clothes.....tarts!" I felt like I'd won a small victory when he finally fell silent for a moment or two. "I've got to admit," Stevie heaved a sigh as he eased closer to me slowly enunciating every word slowly into my ear, "Actually....I have fucked a lot of women like that...but I like a challenge too and I've literally fucked the arse of women...... just like you!" He was so close to me now I could smell him. It wasn't a bad smell but not a pleasant one either...just 'his smell'. He had dark shaggy hair, hardly ever shaved and dressed very casually which made him stand out in the fairly conservative office. His choice of clothes always looked like someone else did his shopping for him. Nothing ever matched and he did like bright colours which is unusual in a man. He probably thought he looked a bit like Brad Pitt or that singer in Oasis. I on the other hand am always smartly turned out dressed in professional business attire; usually from Topshop or M& S with a few designer names added for extra effect. I didn't wear my really good stuff for work. "What do you mean 'women like me'?" I nervously asked as I typed so fast it looked like I was using a foreign language -- thank God for 'spell check'. He smiled, guessing that he was making progress. It was an easy-going smile. A confident smile. A predator's smile. The smile I presume a lion smiles just before it sinks its teeth into a zebra at a water hole. "Women who are married, but bored and are looking for a bit on the side, but are scared because hubby might find out. Married birds who are frustrated and gagging for it. Women who have deep dark desires that they want fulfilling; but don't know how to go about it." His voice had now dropped several octaves and was becoming very husky, could have been the result of him being aroused or the 40 cigarettes a day he smoked. He was leaning over me, his face was close to mine. I got that smell again, his smell! It was cigarettes and strong aftershave. "They've usually got the looks, the career, the clothes, the house, the big flash car, the holidays abroad but...." He paused as I stopped typing, my fingers frozen to the keyboard. "But deep down they need some passion put back into their lives!" 'My God!!' I thought.....'He could be a psychiatrist! He'd just described me and my life to a T. I have my enjoyable, but unrewarding career a six bedroom, four bathroom house that I hate, another one in Florida, a BMW 3 series, and enough investments to mean I will never have to worry about money, but....but...but...something was missing; it was all so hollow and shallow. I had assumed that I would go through life with Richard and our children living happily ever after, but that wasn't what was happening. Life was not turning out that way. Stevie was now sitting so close to me. His knee was pressing against mine and he slid his arm along the back of my chair. "Seriously Cat I have always fancied you" he almost whispered. "Don't be silly" I replied feeling tingles starting all over my body. "It's true from the moment I saw you the day you started I wanted you. And I want you now." I felt his fingers run into my shoulder-length black. "Don't" I whispered, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on my scalp. He dropped has hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. "I somehow don't believe you really mean that" he said quietly pulling me against him. "I do" I muttered without any conviction. He knew that and took hold of my chin turning my face towards him. 'Oh shit he's going to kiss me' I thought feeling both excited and worried at the same time. His mouth closed on mine and he did kiss me. I didn't react at first, I held back, I didn't respond. But then as he squashed my boobs against his chest, his tongue probed at my closed lips and his lips squirmed on mine I found the resistance and strength to push him away. "No, no Steve" I groaned. "What's the matter, don't tell me you don't want me to?" "No." "What no you do or no you don't?" He asked still holding me round the waist. That felt nice, but I knew I should move and went tom but he held on. "Well Cat?" "Oh Steve, please don't" I sighed. He was reading me like a book and seemed to know full the conflict going through me. "No one will ever know Cat, you haven't heard me ever say anything about any woman here." "That's not the point" I whispered letting him pull me back against his chest as I dropped my head onto his shoulder. "You feel guilty about is that it?" "Yes" I whimpered. "Don't worry they all do, its all part of being a wife and a MILF" he responded not totally diplomatically or helpfully. "It's how you should feel, that's good, it shows your loyalty, but it shouldn't stop you getting some extra pleasure and enjoyment" he went on making me feel a tiny bit better. He stroked my back and let his hands run down the pale pink silk top and onto the tightness of my bottom in the mid-grey, thin wool pencil skirt. He gripped my cheeks and pulled on them so that my pubic mound was pressed against him. He was fully erect and that made me gasp with a combination of surprise and excitement. I had this odd sensation of feeling so proud that I had made a guy fifteen years my junior get an erection; daft really. He kissed my cheek and pulled my face so it was square onto his. We looked into each other's eyes. He smiled and then moved his face slowly towards mine. I felt my resistance leaving me as his lips found mine and he kissed me. I responded to his kiss. I kissed him back and let his tongue open my lips. It probed inside my mouth and we kissed deep and passionately as almost involuntarily I swear my tongue duelled with his and slid into his mouth. He knew as well as I did that I had given in, capitulated and had surrendered to him. I could feel the heat from his body, the strength of his arms round me and the power of his erection pushing into the soft, slight swell of my tummy. His fingers were on my breast and then quickly inside my blouse and caressing the soft flesh of my boob. He was so gentle I could hardly feel his touch, but it also felt like a thousand watts of electricity surging through my skin as he tried to peel my bra back. I suddenly jumped up pushed him away and announced, "Enough! I need a cup of coffee!" Then I fled out of the office to the tea room. My hands were shaking as I filled the kettle with water. I felt pleased that I had stopped him. It was wrong. I didn't want him or an affair. I was married and I didn't put it around and if I did I had other suitors, more my own age and more 'my type' than this flash, lecherous sod who I had just been kissing. I sensed that he was standing behind me in the doorway as I stared out of the window into the twinkling darkness of. "Why don't we try this instead of tea?" He said holding up a bottle of vodka and two glasses. "We're pretty much finished for the night" I agreed and sipped the vodka and water he poured for me. "So you going to?" Steve asked. "What?" I asked thinking he meant let him fuck me. "Give me your knickers." "Don't be silly." "I'm not, I want them." My mouth was as dry as a digestive biscuit but I managed to utter. "Why do you want them?" Stevie quietly chuckled. "So I can sniff them and wrap them around my stiffy and wank into them while I think about you bending over your desk with your skirt up over your bare arse and your legs wide apart...begging me to fuck you. Come on Cat my balls are bursting you can't leave me like this." I whispered. "You're disgusting....you know that, don't you?" "I can be as disgusting as you want me to be." The laugh in his voice getting louder, "Every perversion can be catered for!" I was trembling as I slowly turned my head towards him. He'd finally worn me down after three full days of pestering and sexy talk. Was it the vodka talking, was it that which was directing me, was the booze making me act the way I did. "You wouldn't tell anyone....would you?" I asked immediately regretting what I had asked. My voice was barely audible now as I considered his proposition. "Fuck no!" He chortled. "It'll be our little secret.....I bet you've got lots of little secrets." "When would you....you know....actually do it?" My heart was thumping and I actually felt sick as I uttered the words. "As soon as I get home!" He was now grinning like a fool and rubbing the bulge in his baggy jeans. Actually I realised I would like to watch him masturbate. As a teenager I'd sometimes hidden behind the bedroom door to watch my brothers masturbate then rush back to my own room and play with myself. And Richard had regularly 'entertained' my penchant for enjoying watching a guy jerk off. "I don't know....." My words tailed off as I poured the boiling water into my cup. Still not looking him in the eye I checked my watch. It was nearly eleven and we were nearly finished for the night. I was trembling as I sipped my vodka, which he had replenished. Stevie stared silently at me continuously rubbing his erection - which did look rather large! I have no idea what got into me or prompted me to say. "Wait here then." My mouth was so dry that my voice was hardly audible and sounded very croaky. I shivered as I brushed passed him on my way to the ladies room. I was struggling to breathe as I lifted my skirt and eased my oyster coloured, satin thong down my thighs. My brain felt like a huge marshmallow as I tried to decide if I was doing the right thing, although I knew really that I wasn't; but then what has right got to do with it when extreme sexual arousal is concerned. It was years since I'd last done anything like this. Could I really give a horny work colleague my knickers to masturbate into? But for some crazy, unexplainable reason it was strangely liberating as I walked along the corridor back to the kitchen.....knickerless. Stevie was looking apprehensive when I opened the door. "Here, but I want them back." I said as I dropped my panties onto the table, without thinking about the consequences. "You little minx!" He laughed as he picked my small thong up and examined it, running his finger along the warm damp crotch. I tried to look blank as he put them to his face and inhaled deeply, but my nipples suddenly popped out like a pair of thimbles. An Office Lust Affair I didn't move as Stevie kept my panties pressed to his face, moved closer, put held his hand out and touched my erect nipples for a few seconds. I enjoyed that, but knew I had to stop him. "We should go home now." I nonchalantly told him as I turned away and poured the full, undrunk cup of coffee down the sink. We didn't speak another word as Stevie did a security check and I packed my laptop away. As he finally turned the key in the lock he looked at me and winked. I smiled a knowing smile. "Goodnight" we said in unison; then he turned to walk home and I crossed the car park. My stomach was turning somersaults as I drove home to my house that I knew would be empty. Even though I had 'gone commando' a few times with Richard, mainly on holiday, it was odd not wearing panties. I arrived home just before midnight, left the car in the driveway and went inside. I made myself a cup of tea, put the TV on and watched the news on sky. But I couldn't concentrate on what was being reported. My mind was in a whirl as I kept going over the evening's events. I couldn't decide if what I had done was just plain, downright stupid or was a rather horny experience; probably a little of both. It really was so unlike me, but in a way that appealed for I was doing something different, breaking out and having a new experience. Steve was also different. Younger than me and miles away from what I would consider to be an ideal man I was again mixed about my feelings for him. I found the coarse, vulgar side of him repulsive, but at the same time his totally outrageous attitude and approach was refreshing and for a reason I couldn't understand rather exciting. I decided to go to bed. I took a glass of dry, white wine with me, undressed and cleaned my teeth. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and saw that my nipples had hardened again. I touched them and knew that I would masturbate. I lay on the bed and thought about my evening in the office smiling when I thought 'with the bull.' As my mind went over all he and I had said to each other, particularly what he had claimed he would do with my panties I suddenly realised something and that was a rationale as to why I had taken my panties off and given them to him. Simply it was the sheer sordidness of the situation that appealed to me. The crass, vulgar manner and approach of Steve combined with the lewd actions he talked about and claimed he would do when he got home for some crazy reason appealed to me. It was so far away from my typical life, so far away from how men I knew, lawyers, accountants, doctors and successful businessmen behaved. By being like that I was entering into something that was so different, unusual and almost unrealistic that it almost wasn't reality. That somehow suited my odd logic and made it more acceptable. So much so that as I imagined just what Steve might be doing with my panties one of my hands slid between my legs as the other cupped my full tit and pulled on my nipple. As I lay there it suddenly struck me that despite going as far as we had, he hadn't tried to fuck me so I fucked myself instead and amazingly imagined that Steve was doing that. * The following day I arrived at my desk to find a post-it note on my chair. 'There's a present for you in the top drawer'. I tentatively opened it to find yesterday's knickers scrunched up into a ball. I looked around and couldn't see anyone who looked like they were going to visit me so I took them out and examined them. I was nearly overcome by the smell of sex as I unfolded my soiled thong. The satin material was absolutely coated in hardened cum but the crotch was still sticky and warm! The dirty bugger must have used them one last time this morning, in my office. I threw them back into the drawer when the secretary all the sub editors shared knocked on the door. "Good morning Cat" the twenty something year old girl with the seemingly impossibly short skirt and equally impossibly long legs said flashing me a lovely smile. "Are you ok? You look a bit flushed?" "Did you get what Steve left?" Panicking a bit for I wouldn't have put it past the dirty bastard to have told Emma that he was returning my panties I said. "What was that?" "I have no idea, but he popped in here earlier. "Oh yes it was a file, it's back" I said waving a hand towards the filing cabinet. The afternoon dragged by. Every time I saw movement outside my office I looked up half hoping and half dreading it would be Steve, but it never was. I contented myself with secretly touching and sniffing my dirty knickers that he had used to masturbate in; making myself incredibly horny. Every now and then I would find myself opening the drawer and looking at the soiled panties. The smell of dried sperm was very nearly overpowering. In fact the stench and feel and the squalidness of the sight made me the horniest I'd felt for ages. So much so I was even tempted to go into the ladies toilet and masturbate, but I resisted the urge. I finally spotted him around five thirty just as everyone was leaving. He smiled and mimed drinking a cup of coffee. My stomach was spinning as I smiled and nodded agreement that I wanted a cup. Ten minutes later he sauntered into my office with two cups. We chatted about work and what was planned for the evening for a while. I tried to remain calm but all I could think about was the pair of soiled knickers in my drawer. Just as he finished his coffee he grinned and asked, "Did you like my little present?" I instantly blushed but nodded in the affirmative. "I wanked off into them three times last night!" Stevie said looking very pleased with himself and not the slightest bit guilty at the crude statement. "They were....were" I stammered. "Er, um still.....wet." "I thought you'd like that" he grinned. "I cracked one off in here this morning too." "You truly are a disgusting man" I told him, with a little smile. "I bet you fingered yourself when you got home?" He said in a matter of fact way as we walked towards the main office. "I did not!" I told him indignantly, "Any way, I wouldn't tell you even if I did!" I tried to remain dignified as Stevie pestered me all evening about the knickers I'd given him the previous night and what he'd been thinking about while he was wanking into them. He took great pleasure in telling me exactly how much 'stuff' he'd ejaculated or, as he put it, shot, each time. I tried to hide my feelings especially as I thought that my pussy might explode but eventually my erect nipples gave me away. Gradually the journalists and editing staff drifted off home. Our papers were weeklies and were published on Thursdays and Fridays so Monday and Tuesday evenings were always quite slow, particularly when compared to the manic Wednesdays and Thursdays. By eight thirty or so we were alone in the office. My whole body was tingling and my heart was pounding. Steve was standing behind me watching me work on screen. I was sitting on a low back chair. The narrow band of padding cut across my back just above my waist. He moved very close and stood there for a moment or two. Neither of us said anything. I waited in anticipation. He moved even closer and then began rubbing his erection against my back. When I didn't complain he muttered. "You know I imagined fucking you when I jerked off last night and this morning don't you?" He said rubbing my shoulders. "How could I know?" I asked in a tight voice. "Yes I have fucked you in loads of positions" he went on sliding his hands down my front and cupping my breasts making me sigh. I let him massage them for a couple of minutes then shrugged him off telling him that 'we had work to do.' As the evening wore on he kept asking what underwear I had on and making lewd suggestive comments. Around nine thirty we stopped for a break. "Are you going to give me your knickers again tonight?" He asked as I organised some sandwiches. Without hesitating I teased him by saying. "I might I haven't decided." He continued like this for a while as he tried to guess what I was wearing and telling me again how much he'd enjoyed wanking into the pair the previous night. It was crazy that him telling me about wanking into my panties had become almost commonplace. It was no longer a shock to hear the possibly near pervert talk about 'fucking me' or 'wanking thinking about me' or the positions he'd fucked me in. Tonight I didn't have the vodka to boost me so I had no idea what made me say. "If you can guess what colour they are, you can have them." I giggled. "Pink." He immediately replied. I was stunned and pulled a funny face. "How did you guess?" "You look like you always wear a matching set." He smiled a winning smile. Of course! I always wore matching underwear and he'd already seen my bra. Shit! "Can I have them now?" He asked. "Why now?" "I want to watch you working knowing you haven't got any knickers on for the rest of the night." I gulped. That was exactly how I was feeling, especially after 'being knickerless' the previous evening had been such a turn on. I smiled and made to walk out of the kitchen. "No" Stevie said grabbing my arm and stopping me. "Take them off in here in front of me." We were quite close together. So close I got whiffs of 'his smell' and his stunningly almost hypnotic ice-blue eyes were locked on mine. I knew then that I would do as he asked, but equally knew how crazy it was. I had never done or wanted to do anything like this before. It was as if the office was a cocoon and inside it I could do things that would be unthinkable out of it. He obviously saw my hesitation. "Come on Cat take them off.....you know you want to." I turned my face away so he wouldn't see my eyes for they were the giveaway. I did want to, but didn't want to admit it. "Or shall I? Would you like me to take your panties off Cat?" The blunt words crashed into my mind and I realised I wanted to take them off for him and in front of him. Jesus what a slut I was becoming. I turned to face him again and I held his gaze. The without saying a word I hitched my grey pleated skirt up to my thighs and fumbled for the elastic at the top of my thong. "Oh fuck me yes" he groaned and that made me feel good. "Higher...lift it higher than that" Stevie demanded in low voice. My heart was pounding as I lifted my skirt until it was bunched round my waist. Holding it there with one hand whilst with the other I began removing my panties, I couldn't believe the sensations roaring through me. I couldn't believe what I was doing or why I was doing it. I had numerous suitors around who were far more 'my type of man' than Steve, but I ignored them. Yet here I was in the office where I worked, my skirt hitched up, our gazes locked as I slid my fingers into the waistband of my pink, lace panties preparing to take them off and give them to the lecherous, sleazy bastard who for some unfathomable reason turned me on so much. It is said that opposites attract. He grinned broadly and muttered something that I didn't quite catch. As I pulled my panties down my legs I knew he was also getting a clear look at my thatch of tawny pubes. I wasn't shaved or heavily trimmed and it was before 'Brazilians' or even landing strips had become fashionable so I was standing there with my full bush completely on view to him. When I lifted my foot to step out of the panties I knew he would be able to see the wet pink of my pussy as well: that sent a surge of sexual arousal through me. I'd never felt like this before. I realised that I was revelling in doing such outrageous things and in such sordid circumstances. But I had no idea why or where it was leading. As I threw my panties across the room to him I straightened my skirt as if I'd just done the most natural thing in the world. Stevie easily caught them and pressed them against his face and inhaled my musk. "Mmmmmm" he purred, "I love the smell of warm pussy." Then he placed them in his shirt pocket with a little bit sticking out like a handkerchief. It felt really odd, but sort of liberating if that isn't too poncy a term. If that is an inappropriate description of how I was feeling then try fucking sexy for that's how I felt wandering around the office and working with no knickers on under my skirt. Of course the 'office bull' being there and knowing I had nothing on under the tight skirt added considerably to the sensations I was experiencing. As we worked he kept asking questions about my underwear and if I had French knickers, thongs, crutchless panties or bras with holes for the nipples to poke through. After a while I overcame my inhibitions and was conversing quite normally about my lingerie as we worked archiving all the data. "What about stockings? Do you wear them?" "Now and again yes." "Ones that stay up by themselves or with a suspender belt?" "Both actually" I replied in a matter-of-fact way as I inserted a fairly complicated formula into the database that would cross refer one story to another. "What do you prefer?" "I like both it depends on what I am wearing over them." "Why wear anything?" He leered at me. "Because I wear them when I am going out to a do or a dinner and dance." "I see and what's over them got to do with it?" "Well I wouldn't wear suspenders if I was wearing a very right dress." "Why do you wear them and the other sexy undies?" At first I told him I hardly wore them and preferred M and S plain cotton undies. He asked where I bought the sexier stuff. As he persisted, though, I admitted to buying some sexier stuff. "Where do you get them?" "How do you mean?" "Shops or website?" "Both, but I like going shopping so I go to Janet Regar or Agent Provocateur." "Does hubby like them?" Without thinking I muttered. "He's not there to notice." "So why do you wear it?" "It makes me feel good." "What good, you mean sexy." "Yes I suppose I do." "And how does being commando feel?" He asked moving close and running his hand over my bottom. I looked him right in the eye. "It feels sexy." "So do you feel sexy?" I changed the subject and got on with my work for I didn't want to tell him that I felt so horny that if he wasn't careful I would fuck him there and then. As we finished work at 11.30 Stevie asked me if I wanted a coffee before we left for home. I guessed that he had some other kind of agenda on his mind but agreed anyway. As I waited for the kettle to boil Steve flamboyantly sniffed my knickers for the umpteenth time that night. "Show me your beaver again" he told me in quite a forceful way. "No, don't be daft." "It's not daft, you said you felt sexy and pulling your skirt up will be fucking sexy." "For you maybe." "And you, you know it turns on you, come on just do it, nobody will ever know." "No." "Cat luv, we have come this far tonight. You've let me play with your tits, you have pulled your skirt up shown me your pubes and flashed your wet cunt at me, so doing again is nothing." The easy and totally naturally way it seemed that he used the word cunt to got me. Used in the right context I loved to hear dirty talk, cunt, fuck, cock and arsehole. Again as if reading my mind he went on. "And you have a lovely cunt Cat. So let me see your cunt again. Pull your skirt up for me." I was like putty in his hands and I did exactly what he asked. Slowly I lifted my skirt with both hands so he got a full view of my pubes and pussy. With my knickers still pressed against his face he began unbuckling his belt. I began shaking with excitement as he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. I was so excited my mouth hung open as he pulled his underpants down and his penis came into view. The purple tip was poking out of his tight foreskin that had slid down the angry looking head a little. "It's only fair you can see mine if I've seen yours" he chuckled as he wrapped my panties around it and began pumping his cock with the satin and lace of my panties. "Like watching a guy wank Cat?" I nodded and stared at him as his penis seemed to grow even longer. He was fairly long, but that didn't particularly interest me for he was deliciously thick and my memory of being fucked by a sturdy cock was awesome. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my heart was racing as I stared at the sight in front of me. His pubes were shaved back so there was just a tiny strip making his cock look absolutely massive and he had a thick barbed wire tattoo around his left thigh. Only in websites had I seen anything like that. It was rather vulgar, but somehow in these circumstances exciting too. "Lean back against the edge of the desk and open your legs so I can see your cunt" he said in the most matter-of-fact way. Oddly that seemed perfectly apt for the circumstances as did perching on the desk with my legs slightly parted and 'my cunt' on view He leaned back against a table and began openly masturbating and talking dirty to me as I stood not far from him my expensive DKNY skirt bunched round my waist . "I bet you love big dicks don't you Cat?" "Have you had one this thick?" "Yes" I whispered. "What loving big 'uns or had a thick fucker like this?" He asked laughing at his rather silly joke. "Thick ones" I stammered "I want you to suck it for me, deep throat me and swallow my spunk." "No Steve I won't." What suck or swallow?" "Swallow." "You'll suck though?" He said wrapping my panties round his cock again. I was feeling enormously confused and amazingly aroused. I had never done anything as outrageously sordid as this and the sheer squalidness of the situation seemed to appeal so strongly to me. That made me feel a little worried, but there was so much going in that I pushed that from my mind and acknowledged that it would be a topic I would think about later. Barely audibly I whispered. "No not now" as my fingers as if with a mind of their own ran across my tummy just above my pubes. "Do you suck your husband?" He asked. "Sometimes? "So why not suck me?" He asked stroking his appealingly sturdy cock. "It's too soon" I groaned as I stroked my tummy. "Later then?" "Maybe, I don't know, I hardly know you" I stammered so confused, worried and full of guilt at what I was doing I could see his eyes on my hand. "Oh yes baby, you horny, dirty bitch, go on play with yourself." I lifted my hand and cupped my breast as I slid the fingers on the other one into my thatch of pubes. "Stick your fingers up your twat you filthy slag." "You're gonna fucking beg me to shove this up your cunt aren't you." I shook my head. Still with my skirt held up against my tummy I thought I was werring myself because I could feel something warm running down my thigh as Stevie wanked so fast I thought his tattoos might fly off his arm. It wasn't pee though that was soaking my thighs! He soon began grunting and grinding his teeth. I recognised the familiar sounds and gestures. He stepped forward and dropped my panties onto the kitchen table. "Are you ready?" He mumbled. I nodded. With one last furious stroke he sighed....then a long stream of cum shot out and landed on my knickers then he stepped even closer and forced another two short spurts out until they were coated in the stuff. I'd never witnessed anything like that. It was probably the filthiest thing I had ever seen and without doubt, by an enormous margin the most wanton and disgusting I had been involved in. But it was also one of the most exciting experiences imaginable; I was now so excited I thought I might feint. "God.....that was fucking great" he panted. "Did you enjoy that?" I nodded. "You gonna play with yourself now?" He asked in his soft Northern Irish brogue. An Office Lust Affair I desperately wanted to but shook my head. "But you want to cum, don't you?" He asked in a concerned manner. I shrugged my shoulders as he shuffled around the table, his jeans still around his ankles. "Will you let me lick you out then?" This was just going from worse to worse or, better and better dependent on how you looked at it. He didn't wait for an answer He quickly whipped his t-shirt off revealing a chest and arms covered in Celtic tattoos. He then swivelled me round and lifted me onto the table with my bum on the edge. As he did that the hem of my skirt slipped down and he pushed it up so it was around my waist again leaving my sexual parts exposed for him. I don't think I'd ever had sex -- definitely not oral sex -- without having a shower first to clean up. This was so spontaneously horrendous and dirty and I just loved it. "Undo your blouse" he growled. I didn't even think of objecting. With shaking fingers I quickly undid the buttons on the pale grey, silk blouse. "Take it off" he grunted wiping his softening, but not soft, dick with my panties. I dropped it onto the table. "Get yer tits out." I did. "Fuck me look at those bazoomas, they're fucking great. Squeeze 'em." I did. He moved closer shoving his body between my legs pushing my knees apart. I clung onto the table as he raised my legs over his shoulders and buried his face into my soaking wet vagina. The sensations were immediate and very strong. I was involuntarily throwing my head from side to side as Steve lapped at my sopping hole and clitoris. He was good. His tongue darted in and out and up and down and around the sides then over and on my clit. He licked down to the tight piece of skin between my pussy and my bum hole. I was in sexual heaven. After a minute or two he began stroking my bare thighs as he brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. My fingers were nearly tearing into the wooden table when he sucked on my clit and slid a long finger inside me. The stylish stubble on his chin scratched my most tender folds and thighs, but strangely it just added to my excitement; I realised that I had never had a man with such facial hair orally pleasure me. "Ugh, ugh, uuuuugggghhhhh." I gurgled unable to make coherent speech when he slid a second finger in and licked and sucked my clit even harder and faster. I was so nearly there and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. "Oooooooohhhhhhhh.....Ooooooooooooo!" I moaned when my orgasm finally overwhelmed me. He was clearly some kind of oral expert. Once he stopped licking on and around my clit applying just the perfect amount of pressure he continued licking around the sides of my pussy lips as he kept slowly grinding his fingers in circles deep inside me pressing against the thin membrane of my back passage. I had never been finger fucked so gorgeously before. It was absolutely fantastic. At times I could forget where we were and conceivably, although unlikely, someone could come into the office. Again, for probably that same unfathomable reason, I was turned even more by both that and the wanton nature of having my cunt sucked by a sleazy sod as I lay back on a table in the middle of the office where I worked. My blouse was off, I had my tits out of my bra and my skirt was round my waist as the uncouth 'office bull' orally pleasured me so well and so expertly. 'Yes' I thought 'I really am a filthy slag' and I liked that. I lay back with my eyes closed revelling in the afterglow for a minute or so as Steve rose to his feet and stood between my floppy legs. When I opened my eyes his huge thing was as hard as ever again and only an inch away from my pussy. "Do you want me to?" He whispered. "What?" "Fuck you of course?" I didn't like to admit it, but at that moment there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to be fucked. I am not a woman who likes looking at pictures of cocks. In the cold light of a photo they do nothing for me. But when one is right up close and personal and is stunningly hard it becomes an object of incredible beauty and amazing. And Steve's was close and awesomely hard. I simply nodded and smiled. He lifted my left leg up and nudged his fat knob against my gaping pussy. "Are you sure?" He rather uncharacteristically asked as he rubbed it along my wet and very willing opening. "Yes" I whispered closing my eyes, half wanting him to fuck me and half feeling revolted by him and what I was letting him do to me. "Use a condom though." I half expected him to object, but he didn't, perhaps he was worried about me carrying something. He was gentle at first; slowly guiding his big cock into my recently under used vagina. I was so wet and turned on it slipped in very easily, but I still wriggled and sighed as I attempted to accommodate the whole thing. I'd always been satisfied by my husband, but Stevie's cock must have been two inches longer and much thicker. He pushed it in as far as it would go and held it there with his hands under me gripping the cheeks of my bum and lifting me up a little and pulling me more firmly into his cock. He pushed my knee back onto my chest so it was squashing my full boob. "Do you like that?" He grunted, "Do you like getting fucked by my big cock?" I nodded and gritted my teeth. "Tell me how much you like getting fucked." "Come on Cat tell me how much you like it." I'd never been very vocal during sex and didn't know what to say. "Come on you slag fucker; tell me how much you want my cock. Tell me how you stuck up bitch likes a real working mam doing you!" I think he was getting frustrated at my silence because his thrusts became even harder and faster. He lifted my other leg into the air and pulled it outwards putting me in a lewd and wanton position; that felt great! "I'm gonna fill your fucking upmarket cunt full of spunk then make you wear your dirty fucking knickers to go home in!" Steve growled as he leant forward pushing both of my legs against my boobs, making his cock seem to go so far into me that it felt it might come out of my mouth. "Is that what you want?" He kept muttering as he pounded away at my pussy. "Do you want me to send you home with a cunt full of spunk and a pair of spunky knickers?" I was totally gone now and I nodded my agreement as his nearly bald pubic area rasped against my fuller bush. "Say it then! SAY IT!" "What? Say what?" I gasped "You know you dirty bitch." "I don't, what is it?" "Tell me that you want me to fill you. Fill you full of my spunk." Although I'd never used the word before it was quite accurate.....I did want him to fill me up with his stuff. "Fill me Steve" I groaned half full of remorse at what I was feeling and saying "Louder." He grunted as he squeezed my boobs tightly and battered my hole with his big cock. "Say it, use the real words not your stuck up genteel fucking bullshit." "Fill me Steve, please" I offered. "Fucking cowbitch say it tell me" he growled pushing his cock as far up me as he could get and holding it there rigid and still." It was an incredible feeling as the vile, filthy words spewed out of my mouth. "Fill my pussy full of your SPUNK!" I spat out feeling partly incredibly excited but at least as much demeaned and degraded. "Not pussy you vanilla old biddy." "Cunt then, fill my cunt. Fill my cunt with your spunk" O moaned enjoying the sensation saying those words gave me. Just as my climax burst over me his body stiffened as he gushed into the condom. "Good girl" he sighed in that sexy husky voice as he eased my aching legs back down without removing his cock from me. I sat up taking my weight on my wrists as Stevie continued fucking me slowly and stroking my boobs that were sticking up from where I had yanked them from my bra. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked as he stroked my hair. "Yes I did." I whispered quietly." When we eventually uncoupled he handed me my soiled panties. "Is your old fart of a husband at home?" I looked at my watch and saw it was nearly midnight. "Yes he will be home now. "I was serious." He grinned. "How?" "Put them back on." "No I can't." "You fucking well can and will" he snarled rubbing my panties along my slit before pushing them into my hand. Feeling the damp, warm satin and lace and knowing I was touching his sperm I was repulsed. How could I have let myself be so abused, demeaned and degraded I wondered as hardly thinking I unrolled them and held them by the waistband? His stuff from earlier had soaked into the material leaving a set of white stains, which I found awful and exciting in equal parts. Feeling terrible about myself I bent at the waist, threaded firstly my left foot still with my high heel shoe on then the other into the leg hole of the tiny, pink panties. I pulled them up my legs and fitted the elastic waistband snugly round my hips. The dampness of his sperm didn't feel much different to when something had made my feminine juices flow, but the thought was vastly different. As Steve locked the main door and waited for the alarm to engage he turned towards me. "I'll be getting off home then" he said as if there was still a question to be asked. We both seemed unsure what to do next. Should I kiss him goodnight? Offer him a lift home? Shake his hand. "I suppose" I replied and walked to my car. * Richard was home and working in his study when I got home. He hardly looked up as I pecked him on the top of his head. "Ok at work" he muttered not even looking up from his papers. "Sure" I replied wondering if I smelt, but if I did he hadn't noticed. "I'm beat I'm going to have a shower" I told him. I was in bed and almost asleep when Richard came up. The two pairs of offending panties had been carefully washed and were snuggling between some towels in the airing cupboard We were having lunch with some people from the local Rotary the next day before taking a client to the Royal Opera House. It was all very elegant and stylish. I wore a Jennifer Smythe soft wool, dogtooth suit and dark tights for the lunch at the Sopwell House hotel and an Alberto Faretti midnight blue, floor length silk sheath dress for the opera. Sitting in the box listening to the rather boring music and the completely boring singing my mind drifted back to the past few evenings. I couldn't help smiling at just how different my usual life was from what went on in the office. All the people I mixed with were stylish, well-mannered, clean and presentable. They behaved with decorum and hardly ever said anything grubby or out of place. That was at such a variance as to how Steve carried on, how he acted and carried on and how he treated me. In 'my world' I was treated special, as a lady, men let me go through doors before them and they were polite and diplomatic. In my office world I was treated by Steve and acted like a slag, a slut or a whore. There was nothing diplomatic or reserved about him and what we did. My world was genteel and reserved, the office was 'in yer face' and anything goes. I shivered with expectation when I thought of tomorrow night. At home later than evening Richard fucked me. It was quick, loving I suppose, but really it was fucking boring. * The following day I wore an expensive, black woollen dress and matching mid-height heeled sandals . Underneath I wore a flimsy, as good as see-through, black lace bra that gave me the slight support my D cup's needed, but hid hardly anything. I wore a matching black lace, thong and a pair of black holdups, the dress being too tight for a suspender belt even though I did consider it. I felt smart, professional and very sexy, but that I may be going mad. I could hardly believe that I was dressing to impress a jerk like Steve or that I was assuming that we would 'play' again this evening, but that was exactly what I was thinking. My friend Paula even commented on how sexy I looked, asking if I was going somewhere special after work. I tried to pass it off by saying, "Not at all it's just a dress and I am not seeing clients today." "Oh no you've got the editorial meeting this morning haven't you?" "Yes in ten minutes actually" I replied looking at the new Cartier I had just bought. "Sorry luv I have to get on." Paula smiled. "Just be careful around Stevie dressed like that" she grinned as she went back to her own desk. My stomach fluttered at the thought of her guessing something could be going on between me and 'the Office Bull'. The main conference room is in the middle of the editorial floor. It's an all glass four sided job not unnaturally termed the fishbowl by everyone. All can look in and all can look out. It was very distracting and totally impractical. There were ten or so of the senior editorial team there including the proprietor, the managing editor, the head reporter and the senior correspondent. I was there as the senior sub editor and, I always thought general dogsbody as well as potentially the proprietor's mistress for we had nearly had it off a couple of times and both of us recognised that it might be simply a matter of time. There were two other women there. As I sat through the tedium of the meeting that I felt was probably a waste of time and money, my attention wandered and a couple of times I saw Steve wandering around. The first time he caught my eye he leered. Half an hour or so later our gazes met again and the bastard went over to the table I had laid on last evening. He perched on the edge, opened his legs then pushed himself back a little into the position where I'd been when he finished fucking me. That sent a surge of excitement through me. The next time he walked past the glass wall he put his hand up to the breast pocket of his denim shirt. Looking right at me he pulled a piece of white material up from his pocket. Whether it was really a pair of panties or not I had no idea, but the symbolism was so strong that momentarily I gasped and my heart started to pound. Charles the Managing Editor sitting next to me whispered. "You ok, like some water." I managed to splutter that I was ok, but did take a sip of water. The day dragged. I was almost permanently aroused, but had to go from meeting to meeting with a range of different editorial staff so I didn't have the chance to talk to or be with the man who had fucked me on the table last night. I saw Steve several times, but there were always others around so we couldn't talk, well not about the topic that was consuming me so much. Each time I saw him he smiled or winked, slid his hand down towards his cock or, crazily, pretended to pull a pair of panties out from the breast pocket on his shirt. It suddenly hit me that they could indeed be panties, but belonged to another woman who, presumably he was 'playing with' as he was with me. That sent a pang of jealousy through me. Around seven the day had slowed down. Many staffers had gone and there was only a skeleton staff left to deal with last minute emergencies or breaking news. There was absolutely no real reason why Steve was here, but overall he was pretty much a law to himself for no one really knew what he did, but assumed that it was important. "Come up to my office" he said down the phone. "Why?" "Because I want to look at your tits." How crude and pervy, but for some reason so fucking horny too. By his managerial grade, Steve didn't really qualify for an office. However, he had a computer room on the fifth floor with several servers and other IT equipment in it. The fifth floor was smaller than the others and there was nothing else up there so it was rather secluded. At one end of the room there was another room, well not much more than a store cupboard really, that he had got permission to turn into an office on the grounds that the area with the servers was too hot. His 'office' was quite secluded for anyone coming to it would have to walk the length of the computer room first. He kept the computer room locked so that access could only be gained by ringing a buzzer and having him unlock the door. Whether this was for data security reasons, as he claimed or because it gave him his own little sex nest, as the rumours indicated I had not known, well not until now that is. As soon as we were alone in his small office, without asking or saying anything he took hold of my skirt and lifted it up right over my hips and held it there for what seemed an age getting a good eyeful of my legs and bum in my sexy lingerie. "Don't" I said unconvincingly. "Why don't you like me looking at your panties?" "Not here and now" I muttered unconvincingly as I stood in the centre of his room with, once again my skirt round my waist. "But I want to" he murmured. "And I just love stockings, did you wear them for me?" "No." "Who then?" "Me" I flustered not at all sure I was making much sense, but then when ridiculously aroused as I was that was quite normal. "So did that please you then?" I said as nonchalantly as possible when he finally let me push the skirt down. "It sure did." He chuckled. "Turn around and you'll see how much." I turned to see that he had pulled his stiffening cock out from his jeans. "For Christ's sake Steve, don't be fucking stupid "Take your dress off and get your gums around it." He commanded in his soft Northern Irish voice. "What if someone comes?" "Well hopefully we'll both do that" he leered. "You know what I mean." "Cat, do you know anyone who has ever been to this office? This is Siberia and in any case they have to ring to get in the door's always locked. Now get that lovely, posh frock off. " My eyes locked on his. I knew that it was an outrageous and totally wanton demand, a request that was ridiculous and inappropriate for two senior managers in a company and that it was creating an impossibly challenging situation. It was also creating one of, if not the, most horny set of circumstances I had ever experienced. "You are sure the door is locked aren't you?" I croaked as my fingers as if guided by another force undid the top button. "Course" he grunted stroking his cock so that it gained its full length and girth. It looked lovely. I turned round and moved close to him. "Unzip me please Steve!" He slid the zip and I slowly unbuttoned the dress and let it slide to the floor. His large cock was now getting stiffer and pointing upwards. Forgetting about where we were and all the other concerns I really should have had I stepped towards him and began fondling his cock and balls making my heart race and pulses pound. "Get on your knees and suck it" he growled. There was no malice in his voice, but he made sure I knew that he was in charge. A second later I was kneeling in front of him and rubbing his velvety tip against my face as I gently cupped his wrinkly scrotum. My husband had always liked oral sex and over the years of our marriage I felt I had become pretty adept at it. At least I tried hard and used all of my mouth, lips, teeth and hands on a cock that I not only took deep into my mouth, but also wiped over my face, upper chest and tits and nipples I opened my freshly lipsticked lips and slowly took his bulbous, purple glans inside it. The second it entered my mouth I felt like a 'new woman'. I realised I hadn't sucked a man other than Richard for over twenty years. That realisation and the decadence of the situation with me just in my undies kneeling on the floor of his office made me feel like a sex crazed wanton harlot; and I was enjoying every damn minute of it. "Mmmmmm good girl" he sighed as I closed my mouth and began flicking the end of his dick with my tongue. I really did feel cheap as I sucked and licked his awesome cock. As well as attending to his cock I squeezed his big balls and tugged and scratched his scrotum as I alternated between licking and sucking the main offering. An Office Lust Affair "Yeah....oh yeah" he groaned as I fed four or five inches into my mouth. "You dirty fucking cocksucker! Shhiiiiitttt! You look like butter wouldn't melt in your fucking mouth; but.....ooohhh.....you like a fucking cock in there don't ya? Ooh Cat...you can suck cock as good as a fucking prossy." Stevie now had both hands on my head and tugged at my dark, ash-blonde straight locks as I rubbed his shaft into my mouth and rolled his balls with my other hand. "Oh fuck....oh fuck!" He began moaning as he gripped my hair. "That's it you fucking dirty cocksucker.....faster!" His vulgar, filthy, almost despicable language drilled into my brain and sent such powerful sensations through me; I just loved him talking dirty. I was delirious now and just wanted to please him. I gave absolutely no thought to the consequences of my action although, for some reason, the arias from Madam Butterfly from last night were going through my mind. Even with his fat, hard very hot cock in my mouth I couldn't help smiling at the difference in my positions at this time of evening. Yesterday I was sitting on a silk covered, gilt chair in a box in the Royal Opera House surrounded by elegant, sophisticated and so well behaved people. And tonight I was on my knees on an office floor, wearing black sexy underwear sucking the cock of a flash sleazeball like Steve. O was very aware which was giving me most pleasure! "Yes...yes...Cat....faster, faster" he winced as I gripped his balls as tight as he was pulling my hair and rubbing my hand as fast as possible up and down his shaft while I sucked and licked the rest of his magnificent cock in my mouth. Suddenly he froze and grunted, "Ugh!" This was followed by a mouthful of his cum. Jet after jet splashed onto the back of my throat then, when his cock popped out of my mouth with me still holding it he sprayed all over my lips and cheeks.. At first I was shocked and tried to pull away, but he held me in place and began fucking my mouth with his deflating cock. I was now breathing heavily through my nose and could taste his stuff as it filled my cheeks. It didn't taste anything like the smell he'd left on my knickers; in fact it hardly had any flavour at all as I gulped it down. If I'd known that I would have developed a greater taste for spunk years ago! Stevie pulled his dick out and shook the last few drops onto my boobs as I swallowed everything that was in my mouth: much to his delight. I felt a little scared that I had swallowed a real player's cum. "Don't worry luv I am totally clean" he considerately assured me stroking my hair. "Good" I gilped "Fucking Hell Cat" he grinned as he tucked his cock back into his underpants. "You're a helluva cocksucker; I'd never have guessed you were a swallower as well." "That was my first time for years." I said as I slid my tits back into my bra. "Fuck off!" He gasped incredulously. "Well, I've....you know?" I suddenly became shy and embarrassed. "Sucked my husband before...but never...you know?" My voice was virtually a whisper and I was blushing like mad. "What?" "Er, not with a stranger." "I'm hardly that am I after last night." "No I guess not, but you know what I mean." "So when did you last do it?" "What?" I asked pulling my dress up and starting to do the buttons up. "Suck a bloke." "Two years or so." "And swallow him?" "Must be ten I reckon." "I'd never have guessed." He shook his head in disbelief. "And I've had hundreds of fucking blow-jobs." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as I turned the kettle on. "Lucky boy then aren't you?" "Really Cat?" he whispered in my ear as he cupped my boobs from behind. "That was one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had." All I could do was smile and raise my eyebrows.....I was lost for words, but just for a moment or two. "You said that about our fuck last night." "True." "So does that make me a superslag then?" I asked laughing, but secretly quite pleased with myself for gaining such praise from the 'office bull.' As we sipped our drinks, coffee for him and tea for me, we chatted about our mutual love of stockings and sexy underwear. It was so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we were talking about work or an ordinary hobby. Later in the evening Stevie showed me some websites that he surfed including some that you could buy stockings and lingerie from. One was especially good: www.stockingshq.com and we chose four pair of stockings including some seamed ones a six-strap suspender belt for keeping the seams straight. He ordered them to be sent to the office and leered. "When I get them I am going to strip you stark bollock naked right in the middle of the editorial floor, put them on you then fuck you." That made me shiver with desire. We really applied ourselves for the rest of the night getting loads of work done. At 11.30 we went into my office and could hardly keep our hands off each other. Stevie quickly had his hand up my dress and shoved two long fingers straight past my thin thong and into my pussy while I unbuckled his belt and flies with the dexterity of a pickpocket. All I'd been thinking about for the last hour was either, sucking that wonderful cock again or, being fucked. It was quite undignified but I leant forward to suck his cock while I stood with my legs apart for him to finger-fuck me. My head was bobbing up and down like a moorhen as more and more cock went into my mouth and throat at the same time as Stevie twisted and turned his fingers inside my tingling pussy. "Oh yes...yes...yes" he moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. His fingers were working their magic inside my hole as his palm pressed against and rubbed my clitty. I was soon rolling my hips in time with his pressure and was very close to cumming when he let out a low moan as his hairy balls tensed in my hands. He pulled my head back making his cock fall out of my mouth and slipped his fingers out of my pussy. His sticky fingers stunk of my sex as he ran them over my face and lips. I licked them. He began wanking his cock in front of my face. I rested my bum on the table where he had fucked me last night and squeezed and rubbed my tits with one hand and my clit with the other. It took only a few seconds until he moaned that he was about to cum. That got me going and my climax built up quickly. As that broke over me, a jet of spunk shot out and landed on my cheek and nose. He kept rubbing and groaning as he pressed the tip against my bottom lip as more stuff oozed out into my mouth and down my chin. The smell was unmistakable and just as intoxicating as when I'd smelled it on my knickers. I put my tongue out and licked the last drops out of the hole at the end. We had finished the archiving target we had set ourselves for the night. "So might as well piss off then" he said. "Yes I guess so" I replied not knowing how to finish the evening off. It didn't hit me until we were in the lift that as we left the computer room he hadn't unlocked the door. We had done all those things when anyone could have walked in. "The door wasn't locked" I said as we walked down the stairs to the main door. "Oh no, so it wasn't." "You bastard you knew didn't you?" "Got to have some excitement in life luv" was his galling reply He fixed the alarm, locked the front door and said as if nothing whatsoever had happened. "Good night then see you tomorrow. Over the next two weeks we had several more sessions that were much the same. I wore hold-ups and sometimes a sussie belt and stockings with skirts. When the coast was clear we would be at each other like animals and we sucked each other and fucked at the end of the night with the occasional fumblings in-between. And one night, as he had promised he did strip me stark bollock naked and dressed me in the six-strap suspender belt and stockings and fucked me ben tover my desk. I was becoming hooked on Stevie and I had become his spunk-junkie! All I could think about at work and home was dressing up for him, sucking his thick cock and feeling it inside me until he filled one or both of my holes. At dinners and lunches with friends or Richard's partners or clients, at parties, at the tennis or golf club and all the other nice places I went I couldn't stop thinking of the incongruities of the style, sophistication and elegance that normally accompanied me to the squalid, sordid filth of the debased situations I eagerly entered into in the office. I wore a nice grey skirt that ended just above my knees with a blue, cashmere sweater that clung to me and emphasised my boobs. Underneath I wore a cream frilly set of bra, full see-through panties and suspender belt from La Perla and a pair of Gazelle Gervin RHT stockings with a thick black welt. As we wouldn't be working late that day I spent all morning planning how I could have one more session before the weekend. I was ready to leave the office around six, just as it was getting dark. Steve called "Give me a lift home?" he asked. "Okready now?" "Yes ro save you embarrassment I'll be outside Toni and Bennies" he went on mentioning the nearby Italian restaurant. Ten minutes later I pulled up outside the cheap ristorante. He appeared from the rear door. He furtively looked around and when he was sure the coast was clear he got into the passenger seat. We both giggled like naughty school kids for the next minute or so until Stevie asked. "Where do you want to take me, I assume you want to fuck me?" He really was the sleaziest and least romantic man I had ever met and I wondered at why I so fancied him. "Anywhere?" I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn't given that any thought and hoped that he would know somewhere discreet. As Stevie directed me to a derelict industrial area about five miles away he lifted my skirt and stroked my stocking clad leg and fiddled with the frilly suspender. "Lift up." "What?" "Lift your bum up." I saw what he wanted to do and I lifted up so he could slide my skirt up my legs. He got it just further than my stocking tops and slid his fingers between my thighs and started rubbing me. Thank goodness we got to the deserted and near derelict small industrial estate just outside St Albans. I'd hardly pulled the handbrake on when he was kissing me and fondling my boobs under my sweater. "How long have we got?" He panted as he pulled my sweater over my head and began unfastening my bra. "An hour or so." I gasped as my aching breasts flopped into view. "We'd better not hang about then!" He smiled as he tweaked my nipples. I leaned over him and adjusted his seat until it was as far back as it would go; then used my new found skills to unfasten his belt and release his cock for my pleasure. It was still quite soft as I pulled it from his pants and he wriggled his jeans down to his ankles. I couldn't wait and stuffed it all into my mouth. The next couple of minutes were amazing as his cock grew stiff and hard inside my mouth as I caressed his balls and forced the tip of my tongue into his foreskin. Stevie just lay back and called me all kinds of dirty names as he quite roughly, but very welcomingly squeezed my boobs and nipples as I revelled in loving his thick dick. It became a little bit uncomfortable so he suggested we get in the back. We clambered in there and I was immediately in his arms. I slithered down a bit and got his cock in my mouth again. With my knees on the floor he had easy access to my tits, but couldn't get between my legs, which was where we both wanted his hands to be. I lifted myself up so I was propped on the edge of the seat. His hand immediately went between my legs and he started stroking me through my thin panties. His cock was big and hard now and I was delighting in putting on a cock-sucking show for him; licking the shaft, sucking his knob, nibbling his balls, rubbing both across my face and then sucking both balls into my mouth. He stopped rubbing me between my legs for a minute or so to undo the zip on the side of my skirt. Tugging and wriggling until we got it off, I felt incredibly vulnerable and horny now for I was just dressed in a flimsy white g-string, bra, suspender belt and a pair of Platinum Gio 15 denier stockings that had arrived in the post the previous day. Stevie's hand instantly went back between my legs again; pulling my gusset to one side and stroking my pubic hairs before sliding a couple of fingers into my soaked and aching pussy. My blow-job became even more enthusiastic as he started to seriously finger fuck me. "Oooooohhhhh!" he gasped. "So you like getting it at both ends do you?" I didn't answer, but just kept sucking and wiggling my hips as I pushed back against his fingers trying to draw every last bit of sexual pleasure from them; it was lovely. "I bet you'd love having two guys at once, wouldn't you?" He gasped as he held my head in place, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. "You dirty fucker, you would wouldn't you? Two big cocks, one in your mouth and the other fucking the arse off you! I bet that's what you dream about when you're fingering yourself at home." In all honesty I'd never given such a suggestion much thought, but as he said it while he was finger fucking me and I was sucking his cock the idea suddenly had some appeal. 'Fuck' I thought where am I going with my sexual experimentation? "Does your old man want to see you fucked by another bloke?" "No" I grunted, my mouth full. "Well I am always available" he laughed sliding a finger between the cheeks of my bum and pressing right on my anus. I was in the early throes of an orgasm when some movement outside the car caught my eye. Then I saw a torch light. Horrified, thinking it was the police I pulled away from Steve. "Don't worry it's ok?" He said grabbing me behind my neck. I saw that a man was standing next to the car looking in; he was watching us. I gagged as I tried to scream but Stevie just kept my head tightly in place and began bouncing his hips forcing his cock fully into my mouth while he began rubbing my clit even harder and faster. I hastily knelt up covering my boobs and spluttered. "What do you mean it's ok." "What I said, relax, don't worry." "There's someone out there!" I "Probably" he told me nonchalantly shoving his fingers right up me and holding them there. "What do you mean...probably?" "This place attracts loads of peeping toms. It's well known around here." "Well I didn't know!" I told him as I tried to pull away from him and cover myself. "I guess it's a sort of dogging site." "What's that?" I asked as I held my sweater in front of me covering my boobs. "A place where couples have sex and others look on." "You bastard. You knew that?" "Of course I did, that's why we came here." "Jesus Christ what sort of fucking pervert are you?" I said feeling totally pissed off at him. "A fucking wild one, but don't say I don't turn you on. Don't say you don't love me doing you in the office." "But this is different, it's crazy" I said as another torch lit up the other side of the car. "Yes what a fucking turn on Cat, being watched as we fuck." "No it's not" I lied for as the torches lit me and his cock up I did feel a surge if arousal. "Don't lie to me Cat, I can tell you love it and want more." "I don't, I hate it" I lied as I saw faces at either window. "Come on, let's get going again" he coaxed me pulling at the sweater and stroking his cock at the same time. "No Steve, please" I groaned, knowing full well that my resistance was waning. He grabbed my hand and put it right on his cock. "Now don't tell me you don't want this?" "Oh Steve no." "Don't want it in your hand, in your mouth and Cat up your cunt and your arse?" He whispered pulling on the sweater. It slowly fell away and I could feel the eyes from outside devouring my bare tits. I also felt his fingers on my clit and then in me. "Suck it Cat, suck my cock" he croaked pulling on the back of my head. I felt so humiliated, dirty, abused, guilty and I guess bad about myself for giving in so seemingly easily. 'Perhaps at heart I am a slag' I thought as I bent forward and took his still rock hard cock into my mouth. Whether it was performing oral sex on my sleazeball lover in a car while he finger fucked me or, whether it was because we were being looked at, I'm not sure, but I came like a train! My legs were shaking and my vagina muscles clenched his fingers as my whole body began convulsing. "Yeesssss..... That's it....I'm cumming!" Stevie growled as his body stiffened and he instantly filled the condom in my mouth and throat with hot cum. I hated to admit to being massively turned on my the strangers seeing me virtually naked sucking my 'boyfriends' cock. Although I was genuinely embarrassed I still looked around to see if he was still there as I awkwardly got dressed. "Come on let's go" Steve said pulling his jeans up and getting out and walking to the front of the BMW doing his zip up very casually. Once I was dressed again, had applied a fresh coat of lipstick and fixed my hair, I drove him to his local pub where he was meeting his buddies. As he got out he turned back, kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my boob before saying. "See you on Monday." Then he was gone. All of the way home and for the rest of the weekend all I thought about was Stevie and the outrageous sexual things I'd done recently. He had woken some dormant desires within me and I knew I was a changed woman. Fortunately in many ways Richard went to the US on the Sunday lunchtime so I was alone with my thoughts, thrills and guilt. Guilt? Yes in some ways, but a controlled sort of guilt. Like a guilt that comes on for a while, but vanishes; one that exists as you are being naughty but fades when you stop. What was really odd was that I was feeling more like a 'woman' more feminine and wanted than I had for what seemed all of my life. I'm no fool I knew this wasn't love, but purely lust and I realised that Stevie was using me and would drop me like a stone as some other female entered his life; but that didn't matter because I had used him too! I wore stockings and suspenders for work every day the following week. Stevie pestered me to wear the seamed ones for him but I wouldn't. That really would have been a 'step too far' and caused all kinds of rumours to circulate the company. We had sex of one sort or the other every night as we finished the project. I would suck his cock while he fingered me or licked my pussy before we started work and we always finished with an interesting fuck with me kneeling on the floor, bent over a desk or sitting in the edge of the table. We went back to the derelict factory dogging site and Stevie fucked me on the back seat as at least three people looked on. He had got me to use words like fuck, cock, cunt and spunk during sex and he had taught me just what a turn on squalid, sordid sex can be. I had learned how thrilling wanton and lewd acts in the appropriate places can be and had found that no strings attached sex could be not only hugely exciting, but also fun. And after a while the guilt goes as well. He really changed me as a person and as a woman. Perhaps the most significant area of change and the most important, alhough to many this may be very tortuous logic, he stopped me having an affair. By that I mean a mean a love affair for with Stevie I had an office lust affair; nothing more and nothing less.