4 comments/ 17263 views/ 15 favorites Things Get Hairy Pt. 01 By: wimpywelshwilly My girlfriend had not been happy when she saw Sara's friend request. After establishing she was a work friend, she had been wary of me accepting, and when I asked why she told me because Sara was "my type". I denied this profusely, of course, but Jasmine was right, my new work colleague was most definitely my type. She was only a little over five foot with black, curly hair and was extremely voluptuous. I've always liked chubby girls, and she was full figured, with a small belly and full cheeks. She boasted a large, full arse and a pair of heavy, juicy looking tits which jiggled as she walked and which provided a frequent distraction from the boredom of answering phone calls every day. And she was gloriously filthy, always dishing the dirt on her frequent dates and telling me in cock stiffening detail about her extensive and adventurous exploits in the bedroom. And in hotel rooms. And the outdoors. And in VIP areas at clubs. Sara was a goer, in the first week I'd known her she'd told me that she had a couple of regular fuck buddies and shagged on the first date. As much as I loved Jas I found myself regretting that I wasn't single because I'd love to take this raven haired wench out and fuck her senseless. I flirted a little, compliments here and there, a little bit of innuendo and she responded instantly. Sara was one of those women who quite quickly realizes when a guy is into her and enjoys teasing and flirting them, probably knowing that quite often I'd be answering my next caller with a hard on, and that her stories formed the fantasies I had as I wanked in the shower. I never would have made a move if it hadn't been for the strangest thing. Her armpits. Sara had hairy armpits. I noticed it one shift when she stretched and underneath her arm was a small fuzzy area. Hairy armpits are quite rare and I watched in fascination, I'm not a freak or anything, but soon those hairy armpits were something I kept an eye out for. Unlike a lot of guys, I don't mind hairy women, I think because my first experience of naked women were readers wives in old top shelf mags, and they quite often boasted full bushes, and I lost my virginity to a girl who was unshaven. In fact when she shaved a few weeks later I was a little disappointed, and found her utterly bald pussy a bit off putting. Sara's armpits were a naughty little flash here and there, and because they were so unusual they became something of an obsession. I loved that she didn't care and was totally unselfconscious about them, and her Facebook page showed she was proud of her "pit kittens" and a member of pro-body hair groups. Jasmine in this respect was a bit straight-laced, she shaved everywhere and had only agreed to grow a small patch of fuzz above her pussy after we got into a discussion after watching some porn. She seemed weirded out and puzzled by my preference for pubes, and there was frequent landscaping. I didn't mind though, and was more than happy to bury my face between her thighs and eagerly eat her cunt at any opportunity. Things with Sara would have stayed on a flirty, friendly basis if not for the input of Gemma, another member of our team and a bit of a plastic. I knew from countless dull conversations that she was a regular gym goer and to be fair she was in fantastic shape, her body lithe and toned. She was meticulously put together and wore clothes that to my untrained eye looked expensive, her hair was bleached blonde and every inch of her face covered in makeup and her eyebrows were ludicrously well maintained. It was a quiet Sunday shift and Gemma was sitting next to me when Sara, wearing a light summer dress which was sleeveless, stretched upwards, arching her back and thrusting her ample chest out. It could have just been a stretch, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile she flashed me suggested it might be for my benefit, and if it was, I'd enjoyed the show. "Eugh!" Gemma exclaimed. "Doesn't that annoy you?" "What?" Sara asked, clearly puzzled by the outburst. "Your armpit hair! I mean, I have to shave, I just feel gross if I leave it for more than a few days." Sara smiled and shook her head. "No, why should it bother me? It's totally natural, we're meant to have hair." "Eww, no way!" Gemma giggled. "I definitely don't agree with that, the only hair I have is on my head." An image of Gemma's hairless, toned body popped into my head and while it wasn't unappealing I suspected it wouldn't replace Sara's hair and curves in my spank bank. "See, I only shave my legs." Sara said with a smile. "And that's only if I'm wearing a skirt." Gemma pulled a face that implied that Sara had said something truly horrendous, and I smiled at her discomfort, and also at the mental image of Sara's hairy cunt, which made my cock twitch inside my trousers. "You don't even shave your-your" The word was clearly too horrific for Gemma to utter out loud and she added in a whisper "pubes?" "Nope." Sara said, not a trace of embarrassment. "Don't really trim it that much either." "That's so wrong!" "If it's wrong, why do we have hair there?" Sara replied. Gemma seemed lost at this, and seeking helped turned to me. "Chris, what about you?" She asked me, shooting a dirty look at Sara. "Don't you think a girl should be neat down there?" I felt my face flush slightly. "Actually, I don't mind, whatever she likes really." I said, and got an eye-roll from Gemma, although Sara smiled at me. "So, what does your girlfriend have?" Sara asked. "Umm, she just has a landing strip." Why had I shared that? Jasmine would be mortified that I'd told two girls she barely knew that. "Ah, so somewhere in the middle then?" Sara asked. "I reckon you should go all out, myself." "Well, it's better than nothing." "You're a weirdo, Chris!" Gemma shot from behind a pout and, disgusted with us, turned her focus to a trashy celebrity magazine. "So, would you like her to have more?" Sara asked, leaning in close. Her eyes were locked on mine and I felt a mix of attraction and fear, mesmerized by her intensity. "Yeah...I guess, I mean, she used to be totally shaved." "Oh, you like a bit of hair then?" "Definitely." I said that far too quickly, I thought, and gratefully answered the phone to take my next customer. X X X X X A few more calls stopped further discussion, but in my head I couldn't shake the image of Sara opening her legs to reveal a mass of dark, lustrous hair between her thighs and the idea ensured I spent most of my time shifting uncomfortably. While I adjusted myself for what felt the hundredth time my eyes met Sara's and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Lunch was a blessed release and I hurried to the toilets. I'd just come out and taken a seat in the break area when Sara, who I'd left arguing with a difficult customer joined me, eating from a punnet of blueberries. "God, I'm so bored." She sighed, slumping opposite me and treating me to a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. "Still, it's not all bad." She said, a wicked grin playing across her face. "I learnt that there are still guys out there who appreciate a good hairy pussy." She'd said it softly, so nobody else had heard, and carried on as normal, no doubt enjoying the way my cheeks flushed and my jaw dropped. "I had a date on Thursday" She continued in the same low tone, again meeting my gaze and staring into my eyes. I felt uncomfortably like prey after the hunter had locked on its sights. "Guy was a total dick, I gave him a great blow job and then when it came time to return the favour he wouldn't. Said the hair put him off. Can you imagine? And after I'd spent twenty minutes sucking his smelly cock!" At this point my cock was rock hard and I thought her date was an utter fool. "I chucked him out after that. He said we could still fuck, but the mood was gone for me." She shrugged. "Kinda regret it though, means I've had to take care of myself the last few days, if you know what I mean." I nodded, dumbfounded by what I was hearing, and desperate not to imagine Sara taking care of herself, because my cock was aching inside my trousers by now. "And that's fine, but it's not the same is it?" "No." My voice was hoarse and breathless. "Do you like eating pussy?" She asked as if asking if I liked coffee. "Y-yeah." "Do you like eating your girlfriend's hairy cunt?" "Yes." Barely a whisper escaped me in response. "Do you wish it was hairier sometimes?" I just nodded at this, sure that by now my face must be glowing red. "I'm going to go to the disabled toilets. If you want to eat a proper, woman's cunt instead of a girl's come and knock three times." With that she got up and left. I sat there, my face red and my cock rock hard, trying to control my breathing, which sounded ragged to me. Had I imagined that whole conversation? Or had I just been offered the opportunity to eat pussy at work? Did it matter? I had a girlfriend. I loved Jazz, and would never hurt her. And our sex life was amazing, so what if she got embarrassed about me going down on her sometimes, I was more than happy. But still...I did love eating cunt, and it had been a while. And the image of Sara's full bush was driving me wild. I stood up quickly enough to draw stares from the others in the work area and hustled out quickly. The disabled toilet was in use, for the first time since I'd joined the company three months before and after steadying myself with a deep breath I knocked three times. After a matter of seconds the door opened and Sara peeked through the gap. "I was starting to think you'd chickened out!" She said, opening it wide enough for me to slip in, and she shut and locked it behind me. On the hand rail before me were draped a pair of red and white polka dot panties, and the realization she'd stripped these off made my cock ache even more. I turned to face her and she smiled at me. "You ready?" I nodded. "Good, I was worried I'd have to finish myself off again." As she spoke she'd moved towards the toilet and she perched there, raising one leg to the small shelf on the wall, her other leg moving across until she sat, legs spread wide. I nervously licked my lips as she hitched up her skirt, exposing her creamy white thighs and between them a thick, dense tangle of black hairs. This would have been enough to drive me wild, but some of the hairs glistened as the light touched them, showing me her wetness and arousal. "Like what you see?" "Y-yes." That wicked smile flashed again and she spoke authoritatively "Come on then, get over and start licking." I didn't need further urging and rushed forward, dropping to my knees and gripping her knees. I kissed and bit down her thighs, delighting in the moans this forced from her lips and then I was face to face with her dense hair, the sweet smell of cunt filling my nostrils and I buried my face in it. My tongue darted out, probing and eager, exploring until finally I found her hot, wet slit and tasted her for the first time. She tasted amazing and I greedily probed her tight cunt, feeling her tremble above me. I tongue fucked her for a few moments before I traced my tongue upwards, burying my face deeper in her hair, loving the feel, the smell and the taste of her glorious cunt. Comforted and aroused by the hair that brushed my face as my tongue found her throbbing clit. I began licking this, fighting the urge to lash it with my tongue, slowly teasing her with soft licks and the occasional kiss, pushing the hood back I pulled back and feasted my eyes on her pink button, before once more taking it in my mouth, My tongue flicked it, building speed and I reveled in her soft moans and whispered encouragements. "Oh, fuck, yes, that's it!" She hissed, her breathing ragged and broken with soft moans. "Right there, Chris! Mmmm!" Then I took it in my mouth, sucking her clit hard, still flicking my tongue. It was a move I'd used before, and again it worked for me, and her moans grew louder and she cursed loudly. A hand seized my head, forcing my face into her, filling my nostrils with the smell of her desire. I paused sucking to catch my breath as she smothered me in her mound, but kept my tongue moving at all times. I slid a hand underneath me, finding her wet cunt and slipped two fingers inside her, curving them and beginning to stroke her slowly and deeply, her juices dribbling down my fingers as I attacked on both fronts simultaneously. "Ohhh, yes! That's so fucking good, baby!" She moaned, any attempt at whispering forgotten as her pleasure grew. "Your girlfriend's a lucky bitch!" The mention of Jasmine should have provoked guilt, or remorse, but I was too engrossed in Sara's wetness to mind, her juices dribbled down my chin, catching in my beard as I sucked and licked her clit with renewed vigour. Sara's breathing quickened, her hips bucked towards me and the hand gripped my hair painfully, forcing me down between her legs. Her thighs closed around my head and her moans grew louder, and she called out to God in her pleasure. I felt the orgasm build, her body trembling beneath my tongue, the thighs squeezing closer on my head and her cunt pulsing around my fingers as she let forth one final, shuddering cry. I felt her body slump beneath me, but kept licking at her clit, although I withdrew my fingers. Sara's panting was mingled with her kind words of thanks and praise. "My God, Chris...that was fucking amazing!" I heard her soft laugh. "Fuck me, I know who to go to next time I need a pick-me-up!" I smiled to myself and felt proud, my cock still ached in my pants, but I wanted to earn more praise and so I renewed my sucking and licking, taking her hard clit between my lips. It was mere moments before her body shook with fresh waves of pleasure and she gasped loudly, her tights threatening to squash my head as ecstasy overtook her. She patted my head. "That's enough for today, baby." Reluctantly I pulled back, looked up at her. She smiled down at me, her face flushed and shining with sweat, her hair slightly dishevelled. "That was unbelievable, Chris." She grinned. "Did you like eating my hairy cunt?" I nodded eagerly and stupidly and she chuckled. "Do you want to do it again?" "Oh, yes, please." I blurted. "I'm sure we can arrange that." She glanced at her watch. "Looks like we need to head back in a few minutes." She stood up, standing over me and again patted my head. "I knew I liked you, Chris." With that she left, and I locked the door behind her, quickly dropping my trousers and gripping my aching, throbbing cock. It only took a few frantic tugs before I let out a low grunt and emptied my a thick, hot load into the toilet. I flushed and rinsed my face, trying to get rid of the smell of cunt on my breath and beard, turning I saw the knickers still on the rail. I picked them up, held them to my face and smelt Sara's sweet, delicious cunt on them. I slipped them into my pocket as a souvenir, and headed back to my desk. My manager Ant's complaint of my tardiness washed over me as I sat down and received another wicked grin from Sara. At that moment I had no idea of the new sexual adventure I had started on and where my sexy, hairy workmate would take me. Things Get Hairy Pt. 02 It was really coming down, the rain falling incessantly. Those who were out on the street hustled quickly wherever they were going, leaning into the wind or cowering under umbrellas. I smiled vindictively. If I wasn't getting a Bank Holiday, then at least everyone else's was being ruined by the weather. It was petty, I know, but most of us would share my sentiments. I'd agreed to pick up an extra shift because I got time and a half, and a day in lieu. Jasmine and I needed the money, and we could use the day off later on. I turned to look at Jazz, and I felt that surge of love and lust I got whenever I looked at her. She was wearing a tight fitting top that clung to her belly and massive, heavy tits and I reached over to caress the left breast, seeing the nipple stiffening within seconds. Inside my pants my cock mirrored this result. "Behave!" She scolded playfully. I kept my hand where it was. "Why did I agree to work today? We could have spent all day in bed...Naked and playing with each other." She glanced at me as she turned a corner. "Someone's horny today." "Someone's horny most days." I countered. "True." She turned sad for a second. "I'm going to miss you today." "Me too." I smiled. "When you get home later I'm going to drag you to bed and have you until I'm utterly spent." "Mmmm, sounds like a plan." As we approached the lights she gently removed my hand. In front of us a few pedestrians crossed, including one I recognized straight away. Sara. She was easy to pick out due to her brightly coloured cat umbrella, but even without it I probably would have known it was her. The coat she wore clung to her form, giving a suggestion of the pleasing curves below, her juicy tits and nice, plump arse. An arse that, without the coat, was a constant distraction at work. Sara was one of those women who knew how to use her walk to command men's attentions. She'd cross the floor with her hips swinging and just enough jiggle to distract several of our coworkers, and I'd made eye contact and shared guilty, perverted camaraderie with several guys who'd joined me in openly ogling her as she passed. "Cool umbrella." Jazz commented. As a cat person I wasn't surprised she approved. "I think that's Sara." I said, hoping I sounded casual and not bothered. "Oh." There was a strained silence. "You didn't say she was working today." "I didn't know. I was one of the first to sign up, so I don't know who else would be in." "How many do you reckon there will be?" "About thirty, it's pretty dead so they don't need many of us." "Oh, okay." I knew what Jazz was thinking, being the jealous type. She was not a fan of Sara, despite their similar tastes in umbrellas. Ever since the friend request had arrived she'd been suspicious and worried, stating early on that she knew Sara was my type. If only she knew how right she was, I thought and a wave of guilt engulfed me. It had been almost a fortnight since I had tasted Sara and since then I'd done my best to avoid her. I still had to talk to her, but I shied away from one-on-one time and did my best to be aloof. I knew that I was weak, and more contact would make my thoughts turn back to our tryst in the toilets. Not that it had slipped my mind, I regularly thought about it. Often when I found myself alone I'd reach for the box on the top of the wardrobe and take it down. It contained a few old football programs and memorabilia, and beneath it an old porn mag and USB stick containing several dirty movies. The prize however were the red spotted knickers I had taken as a souvenir. Sara's scent still lingered on them and I'd hold them to my face as I pumped my cock with my other hand, replaying the time between her legs over in my head, yearning for another opportunity. Moments after cumming I would feel guilt again, vow never to think or do it again. Before replacing the knickers in the box and hiding it away out of Jazz's reach. Jazz looked serious, and I knew I had to divert her. "What time are you meeting with Loz later?" I asked. "About 10ish." "What are you guys doing again?" "Well, she needs to dish on her latest conquest." Jazz said with a giggle. Loz, her friend was something of a predator and had she kept notches on her bed post would have used up all the space on all four posts by now. "And we'll probably do a bit of shopping and grab lunch before I go to work." "What time will you be home?" "Sevenish, I hope. We shouldn't be too busy today either." "That's good. Shall I cook or get take away?" "Take away, it'll be easier, just in case I'm late." By this time we'd arrived outside work and Jazz pulled in. "I really am going to miss you today." She said turning to me. "I know, love, and I'll miss you too." I leant over and kissed her deeply. She responded with her usual intensity and after several moments I pulled away. "I'll text you on break, okay?" I reached for the handle. "Love you, see you later." "Love you too." I stepped out into the rain, waved and dashed for the cover of the building, looking in my bag for my swipe card. I was still looking when Sara strolled up, taking down her umbrella. "Good morning." I nodded in response, still rummaging in my bag for my pass. "Morning, how are you?" I asked, finally seizing my prize. I swiped in and Sara followed me towards the lift. "Urghh. Awful, my weekend was crap, it's chucking it down and I have to work." "Think of the money!" "Please don't say that, it makes it all sound so whorish." She flashed a smile at me, and I felt my face flush slightly. My cock twitched as the image of Sara dressed like a cheap tart on a street corner flashed through my mind. "Sorry." I returned the smile. "Think of the nice things that you can treat yourself to with the bonus." "Better." We joined the small group waiting for the lift. "Girlfriend drop you off?" "Yeah." A fresh onslaught of guilt. "That's nice. She's kinda hot, well done!" And then leaning in she added softly "Great looking tits. Odd, 'cos I had you down as an arse man." I felt myself stiffen inside my pants and moved my bag in front of my crotch to cover this, for a brief moment I thought I detected a look of amusement and triumph cross Sara's face. "So, which is it? Arse or boobs?" She added, close to me and whispering I felt the room warm considerably. "I can appreciate the qualities of both." I whispered back, aware that I was breathing slightly heavier than I had been. Sara just smiled, the lift doors open and we piled on, taking our place at the back as we were going to the highest floor. The other four people took up quite a lot of space and Sara stood extremely close to me, close enough for me to breath in the light aroma of perfume. "So, um, why was your weekend so crap?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation back to more wholesome topics. "My friend cancelled our plans for Friday and on Saturday I had a truly terrible blind date." "What was so bad about it?" "God, where do I start. He was this irritating posh boy, right? Turns up all swaggering and sure of himself, is rude to the waitress and a total knob. He gets roaring drunk and insists I go see his flash new place." "Did you go?" I asked after we'd stopped at the first floor and lost two of our companions. "Yes, but in my defense I had downed a few wines to escape the awfulness. And I was hoping that back at his I'd see why he my friends had seen me with such a giant dickhead!" She chuckled. "That's the worst part, my friend thought I'd like this guy! That we'd be good together? What does that say about what they think of me?" "There were no redeeming features?" "His flat was quite nice." Came the reply, with a shrug. I laughed loudly at this, our two fellow passengers glancing at me. "It gets worse." "Go on..." The lift stops on the third floor and the two others disembark, we're alone. Sara waits for the doors to close before continuing. "The sex was a disaster." "You still shagged him?" "I tried." Seeing my puzzled expression she leant in closer and continued. "The booze clearly didn't help him out and after I got him nice and hard with a blow job." At this point my own cock had gotten utterly rigid, and was tenting in my pants. God, I hoped the bag was covering it. "He just drooped." She raised an eyebrow in a quizzical manner. "His loss." I had not intended that to come out aloud. I should not be flirting with her, even if I did imagine this drunken buffoon kicking himself the next day and found it difficult that even with a skinful I wouldn't be more than rock solid and raring to go with Sara's naked form before me. "I thought so." That slightly wicked smile flashed. "So, I made my excuses and left. Which was a shame as despite being a dickhead he was kinda hot and his cock was impressive. I'd gotten all wound up for nothing. I had to just go home and finish myself off." "And that's just not the same, is it?" I asked, echoing something she'd told me before. "Exactly." She looked up at me, biting her lip as if thinking. "Perhaps-" Whatever she was about to say was interrupted as we reached our floor and our team leader Ant just arriving having taken the stairs. "Morning, guys!" He greeted us cheerfully. I followed Sara to our stations as Ant chatted away, willing away my hard on, which was a little difficult as Gemma had elected to wear tight leggings and was bending over her desk sorting something out. I clocked Ant taking a long lingering look at her firm arse and turned to smile at Sara who probably would have noticed. Any thought of quelling my erection evaporated as Sara removed her coat, she was wearing a dark blue dress and it was extremely sexy. It wasn't extremely short but it showed off her legs and it was tight enough to show off her arse as well, but the major attraction was the front, which was tight and low, clinging to her full breasts and giving a nice, deep cleavage. I managed to stop myself from actually drooling, but Sara still noticed my not so subtle perving and smiled wickedly at me. We took our seats and answered our first calls, but it was slow. As the monotony of work took over and I dealt with the first customer, my erection subsided and I pushed Sara from my mind. Just as I'd cleared my head there was a beep showing I had received an internal email, I opened it and discovered a message from Sara. I opened it, wondering if she had a question about work, but it wasn't and my poor cock twitched into life once more. "Okay, now I know you're a boob man. Your eyes were all over me, I've never felt so violated ;)" I smiled and shot a look over at her, but she was dealing with a call. I typed my response: "I do apologize, but I am only human!" This was risky, I mean, I was joking, but this was still flirting. A few moments passed before her response. "Oh, I meant violated in the best way. I kinda like getting checked out, it's a real ego boost." "In that case I'll make sure you catch me more often." At this point Sara arched her back in an exaggerated stretch, thrusting out her chest as she did. I openly stared at her cleavage as she did it and when she stopped our eyes met and lingered on each other. My cock was now throbbing. "Caught you!" Began the next message. "I can tell you like what you see, you have that lusty look in your eyes again!" "I have no idea what you mean." I typed in response. "I am spoken for, and a gentleman, and this accusation is utterly unfounded." I was handling my next caller when the next message arrived from Sara. "You definitely are a gentleman, or at least have manners. You were obviously taught 'ladies first'" "?" "Well, you only came after me didn't you?" At this I glanced up to see her watching my reaction, that wicked smile on her face. Then she began typing again, I waited and then it arrived. "God, you've gone so red! It's a bit late to be shy about a wank now, after you've eaten me out." "How do you know I wanked?" "Because you'd have to have got rid of the massive bulge you had when you were done eating me! Very impressive by the way, Jasmine is a lucky girl." I was amazed that my blood could rush two ways at once, I knew my cheeks must be glowing bright red, and yet my cock was now painfully hard. "Thank you." I replied. "I don't get any complaints!" "I bet you don't." Came the reply. "I do have one question for you though?" "Fire away." "What happened to the underwear? I only realized I'd left it behind later and it was gone when I went back." I didn't know what to say, so I decided on the truth. "I kept them. Is that weird?" The pause stretched out, longer and longer, every second feeling like a minute and the entire time a torment. Of course it was weird, she probably thought I was a complete nutter. Thankfully a caller came through to distract me and halfway through sorting their problem out there was a beep and a "New Message" alert appeared in the bottom corner of my screen. As I hung up I opened the message. Thankfully, it wasn't filled with insults and awkwardness. "Oh, right...Why? Like a trophy? What do you do with them?" "Well, I didn't think I could just leave them there so I took them home. Sort of like a souvenir, I guess." "Have you had to hide them?" "Yeah. They're in with my stash of stuff." "What stuff?" "Porn and stuff." "You keep them with your porn?!" "Yeah." There was an incredibly brief pause before the next message landed in my inbox. "Do you put them on or something?" I stifled a laugh. "No, I just like to look at them sometimes. And sniff them." Why the hell had I sent that, I definitely looked like a freak now. "You freak! ;) I'm a little surprised." "That I'm such a pervert?" "No, I've suspected that for a while. Just that those knickers would have such an effect, they're not even that sexy a pair." "Well, I like them." "Then you'd love what I've got on today." "Oh, really?" There was no response, and I glanced up a moment later to see Sara leaving the floor. I was puzzled until my phone buzzed twice a moment later and I retrieved it to reveal a snapchat from Sara. Nervous and excited I opened it and was rewarded with two glorious photos of Sara. In both she had taken shots of herself in the mirror of the disabled toilets, to show off her black lacy underwear. In the first she stood facing the mirror, one foot on the toilet seat, her legs open and skirt hitched up. I could clearly see the outline of her sex and several small hairs peeked out. The second was a picture from the back, with her dress hitched up again. She'd leant forward to make her arse look all the more inviting, the fabric stretched across it. All I wanted to do was run off to the toilets, bend her over and take her there and then, but Sara returned to her station and sat down, flashing that teasing, wicked smile at me once more. It was mere seconds before the next message arrived. "Your turn." "What?!" "You've seen mine, time to show me yours." I stared at the screen for a few seconds, then logged off quickly, snatched up my phone and headed to the toilets. Locking myself in I dropped my trousers, luckily having worn clean and fairly decent boxers. Thanks to my throbbing cock there was a considerable bulge, and having checked the photo I sent it as I walked back to work. As I sat down Sara was opening her phone, as she looked at the screen she let out a small gasp and looked at me intently as I sat down. Instantly my alerts went off again. "Holy shit, Chris! Somebody's excited and I am getting increasingly jealous of Jasmine now!" Was the message I got. I smiled at Sara, who smiled again her eyes filled with mischief and lust, but two callers put paid to any more flirting. Unbelievably we'd already reached our half hour break and as we stood up to leave Ant approached me and Sara. "Hey guys, we're meant to have team meeting today, but bit pointless with just three of you in, besides, I need to help Gemma with the new procedures, so just take a full hour, okay?" We didn't need telling twice and we hurried off, I ducked into the gents and hoped I could avoid Sara. The flirting was getting out of control and I didn't know how much I could restrain myself. As I left the bathroom my phone rang, it was Jasmine. I answered and ducked into one of the training rooms. "Hey babe." I answered. "How's it going?" "Not to bad, Loz has broken up with Steve." "Another one bites the dust, huh?" I chuckled, Loz's relationships tended to be short and tempestuous. Steve, the latest had only managed about two months, which was about average. "Yeah, that girl is all about the drama. How's work going?" As she spoke a clicking sound behind me made me turn. Sara had entered the room and was locking it behind her. With a mischievous grin she pulled the blinds closed, meaning nobody could see into the room. "Oh, it's not too bad." I shot what I hoped was a what-are-you-playing-at look towards Sara but it must have failed because her next action was to hitch up her skirt and begin pulling down the black underwear. I watched, unable to object, even if I'd wanted to. "Yeah, it's kinda slow and boring, but it's going okay." I continued, trying to sound as normal as possible. "How's your day going?" "Pretty good. It was nice catching up with Loz and-" What came next escaped me as Sara crossed the room, fell gently to her knees and began undoing my belt and trousers. An attempt to push her away was met with another impish grin and she placed her finger on her lips. Then she freed my already stiffening cock and took it in her mouth, her tongue teasing around the edge of my helmet. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Sara looked up at me as she took my cock in her mouth, sucking softly. My cock instantly responded growing in size and stiffness under the expert blow job I was receiving. Sara let out a muffled moan around my cock as she slid her lips down the shaft and I clutched a handful of her black locks as the intensity of the pleasure grew. "So what are you up to now?" I asked Jazz, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Just getting ready for work, I just wanted to talk to to you because otherwise it would be hours until we spoke and I've missed you." "I miss you too, babe." I answered, guilt building as I spoke sweetly to the woman I loved while my cock was in another woman's mouth. Feeling angry at myself I thrust deeper into Sara's mouth, hearing her gag slightly as she took all seven and a half inches, but the gagging replaced quickly by yet another muffled moan. "We still on for the plan this evening?" Jazz asked. "The plan?" I asked puzzled, my focus understandably not at its keenest. "A night of take away and furious sex?" Jazz reminded me. "Oh definitely, babe, I am definitely in the mood for some furious sex!" At this came a louder moan and Sara looked up at me, her eyes shining with impish glee. "That's what I like to hear! Anyway, I've got to go." Jazz said cheerfully. "I love you." "I love you too, babe. Can't wait to see you later." "Bye." "Bye, now." I hung up and looked down at Sara. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I hissed at her. She pulled her lips from my hard, throbbing shaft but continued to softly wank it with her hand. "Would you like me to stop?" She asked sweetly. I know I should have said yes, shown some self control, but I couldn't. I had needed to cum so badly for so long I just shook my head. "No." I said. "I didn't think so. Now lie on the table." Sara commanded and without questioning I did as I was told, lying flat on my back on the top of the conference table. Things Get Hairy Pt. 02 Sara climbed onto the table, kissing my cock as she moved her body around so that she was on top of me, her mouth still level with my cock and her legs on either side of my head. She reached down, hitching up her skirt to reveal her glorious, hairy cunt. I could already see that she was wet and needed no encouragement to reach up and grab her arse, pulling that wonderful bush down onto my face. Instantly I tasted her sweet, warm juices and my tongue slipped inside her sex, probing and exploring her body. Sara let out a loud moan and then I felt her hot lips return to my throbbing member. She took it in her mouth and began sucking hard and eagerly, her tongue flicking against the top of my shaft, her lips soft and warm as she bobbed her head up and down on my rock hard cock. I knew I couldn't last long and tried to hold out as long as I could, focusing on the task at hand. I moved my mouth down, finding her clit and began to suck and lick it. The response was instantaneous. Sara moved her hips, pushing her cunt down onto my face, essentially smothering me in her bush. I didn't mind and kept kissing, sucking and licking feeling her juices run down my chin as I did so. Within moments Sara's breathing changed and there was an increase in muffled moans until finally she took my erect cock from her mouth and let out a louder moan of sheer pleasure. Above me her body trembled as an orgasm washed over her and her body tensed slightly. The moan became longer and it was all to much for me, with a loud grunt my cock twitched and just as I began to shoot I felt her lips clamp down around the head again and I felt her greedily suck all my thick cum as it filled her mouth. The orgasm, so long in coming was intense, my dick throbbed and twitched and I knew I'd just erupted in her, leaving a healthy dose of cum in her. Pleasure made me moan loudly, it muffled by the cunt my face was buried in, my toes curled and I kept pumping until every last drop of cum seemed to have been expelled. Sara hopped off and I lay there panting, my face covered in her hot, sticky juices. I thought we were finished but Sara came up and kissed me. Surprised I kissed her back and opened my mouth to slide my tongue between her lips, as I did she returned the gesture and quite a bit of my own cum was passed into my open mouth. The surprise of the taste of the thick, salty goo made me cough. Pulling away Sara giggled and then straddled my face. "I want at least one more orgasm before break finishes." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "You have five minutes, get on with it." And with that she lowered her hot cunt back onto my mouth. I reached up grabbing her big juicy arse and my tongue sprang into action. The way she'd ordered me around was a massive turn on and pleasing her now seemed like the most important thing in the world. I felt her hair brush against my face and savoured the taste of her cunt as my tongue found her warm, tight hole once more. I slipped inside and curled my tongue, licking around the entrance of her sex, delighting in the moans above me. She pushed down, almost suffocating me. I pulled back, gasped a few mouthfuls of air and then turned my attention to her clit once more. I worked it over with my tongue, licking quickly almost flicking it with the tip of my tongue. As I did so her breathing quickened and the moans became more intense. I felt her body tense and her thighs tighten around my head. She began to shake and let out a louder moan, tensing for a few seconds as the orgasm took her and then relaxing. Sara did not move and so I kept licking and exploring, and within moments another orgasm shook her body, followed almost instantly by another as this third one died down she reached down and pulled my mouth from her sopping sex and patted me on the head. "That'll do for today." Her voice was almost a purr of pleasure at this point and she swung a leg over me, hopping from the table and adjusting her dress. I lay on the table panting, my cock still out but softening and my face and beard covered in warm, wet cunt juice. Sara stood over me and grasped my cock and balls squeezing them. "I can't wait to ride this next time." She said with a smile and then she dropped her black, lacy knickers onto my face. "Here, you can add these to your collection." With that she left and after a moment to catch my breath and reflect on what I had just done I sat up, pocketed the underwear and dressed myself. I had cracked and become a cheater, and it appeared that Sara wasn't finished with me yet. And part of me eagerly awaited my next encounter with her hot, hairy pussy.