0 comments/ 6830 views/ 3 favorites Workplace Sex By: riality87 This adventure of mine is a little after the gangbang I had which I wrote in my story titled 'A Wedding to Remember'. By now, I had gotten a job in public relations firm. The only problem was the pay was moderate and the work was too much. I didn't mind it though as my career was just starting off. But I didn't know the job would get even more interesting as time went by. Being in corporate public relations, I had to wear formal clothes to work. You know, crisp white shirts, pencil grey skirts paired sometimes with a matching coloured jackets. Other girls wore formal pants as well. But I preferred skirts with the high heels. Naturally, my looks and the clothes which showed off my curvy figure, grabbed the attention of a number of male colleagues. But I knew better than involving myself from work. Also, there wasn't really any one worth getting into bed with. However, men as they are, no isn't a no. The head of client servicing had the hots for me. Trying to chat me up during lunches, meeting downstairs for smokes, the works. When nothing else worked for him, he managed to shift me to his team to spend more time with him. Client servicing though turned out to be a lot of fun. We basically had to show them around town, go for dinners, take them out for meetings, ensure they have a good time. I was having the time of my life and the best part was the company was paying for the good time I was having. All the time spent at work meetings was taking its toll on my sex life though. After my gangbang at the Goa wedding, it had been seven months since I had been fucked. Things were getting desperate. Samir, the head of client servicing who had the hots for me, suddenly looked a good prospect. He was 35, average body slightly taller than me but he was funny and charming. After another night of drinking out with representatives of one of the companies we worked for, I was very drunk and asked Samir to drop me home. He was a gentleman, throughout the drive and did not eye me, like he used to. At the time, I was suddenly feeling unwanted and I knew there's just one way to get over it. "Samir, why don't you come up for a cup of coffee?" "Hmmm, its getting late, but maybe just a quick cup," he replied. As the lift was coming down, Samir remained all calm. But I was plotting my move. As reached my door, I dropped the keys intentionally in front of him. As I knelt down to pick it up my face just grazed his crotch and I felt it was hard. I thought this will be quite easy now. I was wearing a dress with a long zipper at the back and as soon as we entered, I told him I'll quickly go make coffee. After about two three minutes, I spilt some of it on my dress and yelled out to him. "Can you help me unzip? I need to put this in the washer immediately," I said as he entered the kitchen. He came up to me nervously and started fumbling with the zipper finally managing to unzip it. I bumped my ass into his crotch rubbing against it as I grabbed his hand and to his surprise brought it up to massage my boobs as my dress fell. "What are you doing Ria? This isn't right," he mumbled out not meaning a word of what he said. "But your cock says its perfectly fine Samir." As I said that he turned me around, wearing only my panties while he stood there in his suit. He started to massage my boobs like it was the first time he saw boobs. Kneading them and squeezing them. Before we even kissed, he moved down and took my nipple in his mouth. I let out a long moan as pushed me now towards the small dining table brushing off some cutlery that was kept there. His tongue was lashing away at my nipples and it was driving me wild. My juices were wetting up my panties as Samir sucked away on boobs. All of a sudden, he stopped. "Do you have honey?" he asked. "Its in the cabinet on top of the fridge." I lay on the table, spreading my legs as my hands slipped into my pussy while I moaned away for Samir. He came back and poured half of that honey on my boobs all the way down my body to my pussy. "Now you need to clean up this mess boss," I winked at him and before I could complete my sentence he start the clean up job on my boobs. Within minutes he licked clean both my boobs and start to lick down my body. He took of my panties and threw them away exposing my slightly hairy pussy (I stopped shaving for a while) to him. He licked two of his fingers and slid them straight into my pussy as he continued licking every inch of every curve of my body. My moans grew louder and longer and he knew I was enjoying it. Samir started to treat me like his whore. There was no conversation just pure passion. He spat on my pussy before he covered it with his mouth and started to eat my pussy. Samir's tongue was exploring my pussy as my both writhed and shaked to an orgasm. The time was ripe. Without even taking his clothes off, Samir unzipped and let his cock out. He took the tip and ran it along the length of my pussy lips as I moaned for him to fuck me. He grabbed both my tits and slammed his cock in, must have been around 8 inches. The sudden entry left me wide mouthed as I looked up at him. With the utmost pleasure Samir, still in his suit, kept pounding me. The dining table shook at every stroke which were getting faster and faster as my juices and his pre-cum provided ample lubrication. I turned around with him still inside me and now my feet were on the floor and my boobs pressed against the table. Samir was grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as he banged me like I was a bitch. He started spanking my ass as his cock was trembling inside my pussy. After another couple of strokes he pushed me off, turned me around and put me back on the table. His cock throbbing in his hand he pointed it at my bush and shot his load on it. As simple as that he zipped up and had some water. "Ria, you are amazing. There's a bright future for you," he said and started to walk to out. "I'll see you at work tomorrow and next time you better get rid of that bush." For the next few weeks, Samir and I worked like utter professionals. Work was good and every other night when we stayed in late, I made sure he shot his load in my mouth with me under the table. This continued for another four-five months. Samir would come over on the weekends and fuck me, always with my pussy shaved. But I was getting bored. I needed more excitement. I had no idea what was in store next. It was a Friday, Samir was working late and I went in, thinking he was waiting for me. "Ria, not tonight, there's this company I want to rope in but they are proving to be a tough nut to crack," he said feeling very disturbed. "Well, let me know whatever I need to do," I said. "Well, right now finish off the research because we need to meet him tomorrow for dinner." Next day, dressed in my finest gown, I went with Samir to meet our next potential client, Raghav, the chief executive officer of a major corporate firm. After just completing our entrees, Raghav said he had to go for a meeting and cut ours short. But five minutes after he left, he messaged Samir saying he wants me to give a complete presentation at his office tomorrow. Both of us were confused but the next day in my high heels, white shirt and pencil grey skirt went to Raghav's office. The receptionist took me to an empty conference room where Raghav joined us after about half an hour. He walked in, locked the door and took a seat. "You may begin now." I tied up my hair into a bun, dimmed the lights and started my presentation. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to what I was saying. About half way through my presentation, he came up behind me while I was explaining some calculations on the big screen. I felt him running his hands over my ass and coming up the sides of my body towards my boobs. Now Raghav, unlike Samir, was a suave man. Tall, dark and handsome with a deep bassy voice. Him exploring my body during a presentation was inappropriate, but it was the excitement I was looking for. He turned me around put his arms around my waist and said, "Enough of the presentation, I want to know what you can do for me." I leaned in and kissed him. Our lips locked together, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I broke the kiss and said, "I definitely can do more than that." While saying that, Raghav undid my hair and started to unbutton my shirt, I took his jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt. I started to kiss his chest and nipples as he spent no time in taking my skirt and panties off and leaving me naked in his conference room. I playfully bit his nipples before he lifted me and took me towards the leather couch in the room. As he laid down on the couch he put me on top of him. I leaned in and continued to kiss his chest. My hands slid down to his pants as I undid the buckle and pushed it down. His semi hard cock resting between my boobs as I kissed his well formed abs. I smiled at him as I looked up at him while slinking down off the couch. "I think you are going to better than I imagined," he said. I started to kiss between his thighs and licked his balls as I start to stroke his cock to life. "What about your busy schedule? No meetings today?" I asked. "From the moment I saw you, I wanted you and this was the only way." My mouth took both his balls in as I started to stroke his cock harder. My lips started to plant kisses on the sides of Raghav's cock as I kept stroking it. Feeling it harder than ever, I took his cock into my mouth. My hair falling over his crotch but he wanted to see so he grabbed a hold of all my hair together and started to fuck my mouth. My mouth started to suck his cock really hard to draw out the cum stored in those balls. His cock kept fucking my mouth and after a while it started to throb real hard in my mouth. I tried to bring it out but he grabbed my hair and made me take his cock deep into my mouth as he shot his load in my mouth. As I ate his cum, which was dripping down the sides of my lips, I could see he was still hard. "Now time to ride me," he said. I obliged as I got up and placed my dripping pussy above his cock. My hands on his chest as I came down and let his cock slip into my pussy. Usually when I ride someone I have to do most of the work. But with Raghav none of that. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up and down making me ride him. He also arched his hips to go deeper in me and his cock everytime hit the back wall of my pussy before pulling almost all the way out. I was biting my lips, covering my mouth with my hands as I tried to stay quiet and that just egged Raghav on to fuck me harder and harder. He grabbed and mauled my tits as he kept bouncing me on his cock. I sat on his lap with his cock deep in my pussy and I arched my body as I felt a violent orgasm come over me. I couldn't hold back and let out a loud moan as I came hard on his cock. "The room is sound proof, so you can cum again," he said. Raghav was still hard and this time he laid me on my back on the couch. "You can go on and on can't you?" I asked playfully as I lifted my legs and put it on his shoulders. "More than you can imagine baby." Immediately as he said that he got on top of me and entered me with my legs on his shoulders. The leverage he was getting was incredible. His cock was deeper in me than anyone had ever been. Every stroke of his was hard and firm and every stroke was making me yell. I grabbed whatever I could as he kept pounding me like a piece of meat, not caring for my screams. I tried to push him off for a slight break but he was relentless. Again, very soon, I started to cum. Squirting out my juices all over his couch. He pulled out and went to the executive seat. Leaning back he called out to me. "Now, now, you are not done till I'm done cumming," he said. As the previous two times I obliged. My back facing him I started to ride him in the reverse cowgirl position. He grabbed my boobs and kept guiding me as I kept riding him. My pussy loved his cock. The lips were gripping onto his cock real tight. I could feel every inch of skin rubbing against the insides of my pussy. His veins throbbing inside me and this time both of us were reaching an orgasm. The first gushes of his cum hit the insides of my pussy and that triggered my own orgasm. My juices were exploding on his cock while it kept shooting out jets of sperm. We went back and laid back on the couch while I was in his arms. "So are you going to sign us?" I asked. "Oh hell yeah, I'm going to keep you right up next to me. You are the hottest little bitch I know." After about half an hour, we got up to get dressed, still kissing each other like long lost lovers. As I got up, his cum was dripping out of my pussy while I cleaned up with the tissues. I dressed up the best I could but the hair remained in a mess. As I would later find out, this 'conference room' was really Raghav's fuck room. But he was an important client and we signed him. We also would fuck very regularly, in fact thanks to him I joined the mile high club. But that's a story for another time, isn't it. Workplace Strip Search I sat across a gunmetal gray table from her. The worn table had chips along the edges and knicks on its top from long years of hard service, and it was not at all out of place amid the drab cinder block walls of the windowless basement office. I looked right at her intently. Occasionally, she would look up and, finding herself locked in eye contact with me, she would immediately avert her gaze downward again. She was neither gorgeous nor hideous, and my libido was apparently satisfied with the look of her. She had a pleasing enough looking cherubic face, and had short tightly coiled hair that was dyed a shade of straw blond. She was uncomfortable with her weight, but it gave her nice natural heavy round boobs whose cleavage attracted the eye. "Well..., you know why you're here?" I asked, mostly to get her to look up. It succeeded in that goal. While she did not maintain eye contact, neither did she look back down in her lap. This allowed her eyes to be attracted to a motion in their periphery and that instinctively made her look up. She looked up to see me pulling on a latex rubber glove of the sort worn by surgeons. I let it snap sharply at my wrist for punctuation before pulling on the other one. "Y...Yes... well, I heard there was a chip missing, and the person who told me to report here said that it was lost from an area in which I was one of the few individuals with access. I didn't take it though. I don't even have access to the security codes necessary to get into the secure cabinets." She said. In reality there was no missing chip, just a bored and horny employee (me) holding in my hand a signed employment agreement from her that authorized searches as a condition of employment as well as promising certain discretions regarding company matters. This was a high-tech industry and industrial espionage was a paramount concern. Still, I would not have dared such a bold stunt - almost certain to blow up in my face if done in a foolhardy manner - without having meticulously searched for a suitable subject and then taken great care in observation to confirm my profile of her. After all, everyone knows these little agreements that one signs don't negate one's legal rights. In other words, the girl could walk right out of the room and there was not a thing I could do except threaten to fire her for breach of her employment agreement. Of course, if she complained to anyone higher up, the jig would be up for me. That's why I didn't just pick the prettiest girl in the company to try this on. The prettiest girl might not be smarter than the girl in front of me, but she would likely be a hell of a lot more confident and less concerned about finding another job. While I was no Adonis, I counted on my relative athleticism and clean-cut features to not only help me be confident, but to make her less likely to challenge me. I had read that masculine men who are relatively more attractive are more easily accepted as authority figures. That's why I picked a woman who was not the type to complain, who did not have a lot of confidence, and who had divorced over a year ago and was known to not have much contact with men due to a shyness problem. It didn't hurt that she was a nice looking lady. Some have said that I have a bit of a gift for reading people and knowing how they will respond, but it just takes practice observing people and noting what motivates them. I was not so cocky about my abilities that I wasn't a bit nervous about the many ways in which this could all go wrong. However, I suppressed all those fears because I knew that the success of this whole undertaking hinged on me appearing completely confident and in control. I had thought out many of the things that could go wrong, and made contingency plans to mitigate their effects. Beyond that, I had to just hope that I could think well on my feet if it came down to it, but I was driven by the thrill. "I'm sure you are telling the truth, but you understand that we have to verify these things so that we can eliminate you as a suspect. That's why I am going to have to conduct a strip search as per the policies you were informed of when you started here." I said matter-of-factly. "Uhh... OK... Isn't a female employee supposed to do the search?" She said nervously. This was an expected response, and I had developed a contingency plan for it that I hoped would work. Hopefully all the challenges would be this easy to anticipate. The company's policy was that the search be conducted by a security person of the same sex as the searchee, and that a second employee, of the same sex, serve as a witness. "Yes, of course. Sorry, I thought you might want to keep this delicate matter as quiet as possible. If you would like to proceed by the book, I need you to go to Margie Berkel's office and request that she do the search and ask her to send out an email requesting a female volunteer to serve as witness." I said, putting my prey in the dilemma of either being searched by a man without a witness or having the entire office know she was under investigation (Berkel was, conveniently for me, an office gossip.) "Oh. It's OK. I think I'd rather do it as you suggested." She said in a low tone. "Thank you for being discrete." "It's quite alright. I know this is uncomfortable for you." I said in a tone of faux-concern, and then abruptly switched gears. "Now, I'm going to need you to disrobe." The shy woman began to do as I requested. When I didn't turn away, and gave no indication of giving her privacy, she turned around and faced the wall. She moved slowly, as if some force of nature might intervene to save her from this humiliating fate. This was fine with me. I had the afternoon open, and intended to make this last a while myself. I planned to take my time for my own reasons. On one hand, there was no better way to exert my dominance than to be completely unrushed. On the other hand, there was no better way to rattle her nerves than to take my time. I could tell she was methodically unbuttoning each button down the front of her white blouse. She then untucked the blouse to access the last few buttons that had been below the waist-line of her business-like black skirt. She sucked in a deep slow breath of air when she was done before slipping the blouse off over her shoulders. From the waist up there was now only the white bra straps pressing into her alabaster flesh that stood between her and toplessness. She seemed to pause a minute, presumably considering whether to jettison her bra. In the end, she decided to lose the skirt, but stay in her undies. She unzipped the short zipper at the side of the skirt, and let the garment drop before stepping out of it one leg at a time. As with the blouse, she nervously smoothed the garment and folded it before putting it on the countertop in front of her. It was a stall tactic to be sure. "There. See. No microchip." She said trying to portray a confidence that would impose finality on the events at hand. She uncomfortably turned around to face forward, clearly embarrassed but determined to show me that she was not concealing anything on her front side. Her act was weak though. I could hear the little cracking in her voice. "I'm afraid that's not sufficient. I need to do a full search before I can release you. I'm going to need you to lose the pantyhose, panties, and bra. I'm sorry, but, as you know, a microchip is rather small and can be hidden in a quite tiny space. Therefore, we need to be thorough and methodical. If you just bear with me, I can do a thorough search, and, if nothing is uncovered, you can be on your merry way with no one knowing you were ever here. I know this is tedious and embarrassing, but it's absolutely necessary." I said in an authoritarian tone. She sighed and then began to reach around behind her back. She unhooked the bra strap and her impressive breasts heaved and rolled forward in slow motion as she eased them out of the bra cups. She set the bra aside, and, after kicking off a pair of pumps, she hooked her thumbs onto the sides of her panties and pantyhose and pushed them both down toward the ground before stepping out of them. She looked up at me and was dismayed to see that I was looking straight at her in the unflattering bent over pose. When she stood back up she put the pantyhose on the counter and then put one arm across in front of both breasts at nipple height and used the other in fig-leaf fashion over her crotch. I just stood there quietly until she looked up. I wanted her to know I was taking my time, and that I would ogle her to my heart's content before I moved one iota forward. I was glad she couldn't seem to look at me for more than an instant without turning away nervously. I was not ready for her to notice the tenting that had developed in my trousers just yet. There would be a time for that. "Can I get dressed now?" She asked, noticing that I was just standing there looking at her futile attempt to cover herself. "As I said, I have to be THOROUGH." I said, making no attempt to disguise my irritation at her hopeful attempt to rush the process. I then walked up and stood right next to her such that the front of my chest was touching her right deltoid. Beyond not being rushed, invading her space was the second part of my plan to exert my authority over her. I was sure she could feel my warm minty breath on the side of her face. I put my left arm around behind her and put my left hand on her left shoulder as if to steady her. However, I cupped and squeezed the shoulder a little more than was necessary. The act intimated that she was now in my physical control. I then used my right hand to feel under each of her breasts in turn. I moved slowly and was not surprised to see her areolas tighten and her nipples protrude as I man-handled her milk bags. I let my rubber-gloved hands occasionally glide over a nipple. I then began to roughly run my fingers into the tight curls of her hair first on the left side of her head and then on the right. It was at once an intimate and an oddly detached act. "Actually, lift your breasts up so that I can look on the underside" I demanded, thinking that I would return to the lovely mammaries for another look and, thus, let her know that nothing was over until I said so. She dutifully lifted the heavy orbs, and I went to one knee to carefully observe the underside of each in turn. I took a ridiculous amount of time for my examination and I think her arms were trembling a little bit from the exertion of supporting the weight of the mammoth boobies when I finally signaled that she could let them drop. I next ran the palms of my gloved hands all over her body slowly as if feeling for the slightest dip. I took a slow tight circling walk around her looking her up and down. I observed every birthmark, childhood scar, and vaccination mark, every imperfection on her milky white flesh was taken in by both my eyes and my hands. My hands roamed over her neck, shoulders, stomach, back, arms, pelvis, buttocks, and legs. I lingered behind her to let her wonder what I was looking at and why it was taking so long. I let her feel the warm of my breath on the nape of her neck as my hands wandered around apparently aimlessly. Stopping in front of her, I squatted down so that I could run my hands over her legs. This put me at eye level with the neatly trimmed patch of brunette pubic hair above her pussy. I let my fingers rake slowly through that patch. For the sake of appearances, I even had her lift each foot in turn so that I could inspect her soles. Of course, this required me making her face the other direction. When she turned around, I was looking right in her crack. She seemed to think we were about done, and she was clearly dismayed when I delivered my next statement. "So far so good. It looks like there're only two places left to check, but, unfortunately, they are the most awkward of all. Could you go over to that top drawer, and get me the tube that's in there?" I had prepositioned the tube of lube nonchalantly in the drawer so it seemed like it was there all the time, as if the corporation regularly literally anally reamed employees. Of course, it was only figuratively that the corporation anally reamed employees. I remembered my friend's father used to make his son get a belt whenever the young man got in trouble. The friend used to say that there was nothing more demoralizing than being forced to be complicit in one's own punishment. I hoped that that was true. That was why I asked her to get the lube. The woman didn't seem to know how to react when she read that the tube's contents were lubricant for use in and on the human body. She brought it over to me meekly, and handed it to me wordlessly. I granted her the relative dignity of saying nothing about it. However, I did have to give her some instruction. "Alright, I need you to get up on the table on hands and knees." I said. She slowly complied. Once she was on hands and knees up on the table, I set the lube down next to her calf, and spread her ass cheeks dutifully looking down the length of her crack. I then let go. I methodically applied the lube to my right index finger, and rolled index and middle finger around each other to get them both coated. I then used my left hand and the palm of my right to reopen her butt-cheeks. I used the thumb and fingers of my left hand to keep the cheeks spread and her sphincter exposed. I positioned the tip of my right index finger on her tight little bung. "This is going to present a little discomfort." As I said this, I pushed the solitary finger in up to about the middle knuckle. I worked it in a few times on the pretext of gently breaking in her ass and coating it with lube. However, I was not too gentle because instead of going straight in and out, I let my finger absentmindedly bounce around the sensitive nerve junctions on the periphery of her anus. It wasn't quite ringing the dinner bell, but it was a subdued version of it. After a few strokes I had worked the entire finger in up to its base. When I withdrew the finger, I did so for only long enough for her to think it was over before I eased in two fingers, the index and middle fingers, and began repeating the process. "Sorry, I thought I felt something." I said in a half-hearted attempt to explain why I had re-breeched her. Of course, I didn't bother explaining why the second time the probe was twice as thick. After I withdrew from her butthole for the second time, I spoke again: "OK, almost done now. If I can get you to flip over onto your back, we'll be done shortly." She gasped a little as she lay on the icy cold metal surface of the tabletop on her bare back. She didn't even have to be told to put her feet flat on the table with her knees pointed up in the air and spread sufficiently wide to grant me unfettered access to her cunt. She intuitively knew that that was what was next. It was, after all, the logical progression of events. I stripped off the glove that had become soiled during the anal probing and tossed it into the trash. I then removed the other and put it in the trash as well. I leisurely washed my hands with hand sanitizer before putting on two fresh gloves. Then I stood at the foot of the table and just looked down between woman's knees as if admiring her pussy. I point of fact, I was admiring her pussy. I had a full-bore stiffy by this point, but she couldn't see it from her vantage point. As I reached down between her creamy thighs with my gloved hands in order to spread her labia open for access, I realized that I was at a critical juncture in the process. What I would find next would determine how I proceeded, and how much fun I would likely be able to have. I was thrilled when I heard a moist almost smacking noise as I parted the woman's pussy lips. Her cunt was drenched with her own natural lubricant. The sight of the sickly florescent light shimmering off her clit was beautiful to me. I looked up at the woman's face, and it was red with embarrassment. "Are you ashamed that your cunt is all sloppy from this ordeal?" She looked up, shocked at what I had said, and then, locking eyes with me, looked down without saying a word. "It's rude to ignore a man, aren't you going to answer my question?" I pressed. She then nodded her head up and down in indication of the affirmative. "Don't be ashamed. Embrace who you are. Look, I know what happened. You saw that I had grown a big boner in my pants [I stepped around the table at a distance that would allow her to see my uncomfortably restrained cock pressing a lump into my slacks] and you want to make me happy and satisfied. There is nothing wrong with existing to sexually satisfy others. So what if it makes you a whore. Embrace your inner whore. Now, tell me you want to make me cum." I said. "I want to make you cum." She said weakly. "Good girl. That's very good." I said as I unbuckled my trousers and let them drop to the floor. I then pushed my boxers down causing my cock to catch and spring up with an undulating bounce. "Stroke it." I said as I got close enough to the table that the woman could take my cock in hand and give it a few manual pumps. My cock head became dark purple as an impossible amount of blood rushed to my unit. I crawled up on the table and straddled the woman's chest. I pressed my tip against her mouth and her lips parted yielding to the oral penetration. I began to thrust into her mouth and she began to suck me. Occasionally I went too far and left her gagging and gasping, but generally she did a good job of pleasuring me and satiating my meat without requiring me to be stern or punitive. "You are a good little cock-sucker. Let me feel those nice soft titties." As I said the latter I moved down a little and dropped my shaft into the cleft between her bosoms. She pressed the two spectacular titties together to envelope my cock in warmth and softness. I proceeded to thrust, and each time my member protruded out the top it was darker and more engorged. Finally, I let my milky white load fly in a series of waning strands of viscous cum each ending in an irregular shaped globule. I had withheld climax for three weeks since I had come up with this idea, and, therefore, I had an unusual volume of jizm stored in my aching nuts. My shots went as far as her straw blond coils and ran across one of her eyes as well as her nose and her lips. The last of it was in a tiny puddle on her chest. The nice thing about holding back for so long was that I didn't need much of a break to be ready to give her pussy a ride. "Lick your lips." I gave the command, and seeing her gathering my sauce into her mouth on her tongue gave me all the impetus toward erection that I needed. I climbed down off the table and moved around into position where I had manually probed her moments before. This time, without asking, I pulled her butt to the very edge of the table by hooking under her knees with my forearms and wrapping my meaty hands around her waist. This allowed me to easily breech her cunt with my cock. I didn't object to her touching herself as I began intently thrusting into her so hard that the table creaked and shook and, occasionally, one of the metal legs made a maddening scraping noise on the linoleum floor. As I caught my rhythm I found the springiness of the table legs would send her rebounding back onto my shaft if I thrust hard enough to bounce the tabletop away in the right manner. Soon she was beginning to climax. Her love spasms felt good on my shaft, but, having expended my first load already, I had the endurance to keep pounding away through the woman's orgasm such that her climax was extended out to what her reactions implied to be a maddening length. When she was no more than slightly trembling and quaking, I was still putting it to her with all my might. It seemed all too rare that one had the opportunity to fuck a woman as rough as one wanted with only concern for one's own pleasure, and so I took full advantage of the opportunity. Workplace Strip Search I'm sure she was quite sore when the sluice gates of my nuts sprang open and I shot my load deep inside her. After I backed off, she climbed down from the table and went slightly bow-leggedly to gather her clothes together. "Wait. You need to clean your stinky cunt slop off my cock before you go. I can't go back to work with my crotch stinking. Come on, lick it clean." I said. The woman complied by kneeling before me and sucking my cock into her mouth licking and scrubbing it with her mouth. "Would you be upset if I told you that there was no missing inventory, but that I just wanted to bone the hell out of you?" I asked as she still had my semi-flaccid cock in her mouth. She just looked up at me shocked and clearly not knowing how to respond. She no doubt felt used and humiliated, but, at the same time, sexually satisfied. Part of her wanted to be angry, and part of her didn't. "However, I suspect we might be missing chips from your unit every Friday afternoon for the indefinite future." I said. As she took her mouth off my cock, her response was short and simple. "Yes, sir. I understand." Workplace Surprise I love the way you surprise me. Every day so far has been an adventure with you, none more so than today when you turned up at my work unexpected. I woke up aroused this morning; thinking of you, touching myself, wishing you lived a bit closer. I touched all the right places as I imagined it was your hands, your tongue gliding over my body. My orgasm swept over me like the warm waters of the South Pacific, I was in heaven...what a way to start the day. Work started off normally, I was all alone in the office, and my colleagues were out working in the field when suddenly you showed up shortly after lunch. I was at a complete loss for words but re-gathered myself quickly. I got up from behind my desk, walked to you and pulled you into my arms and to give you a warm, welcoming kiss...that is how I love to start...with your mouth on mine. It immediately creates the connection that this isn't just sex, but a meeting of sexual needs and desires and a meeting of the mind. The kiss lingered and developed, passion laced itself in it and I pressed my body into yours, drawing you closer, feeling you intimately through our clothes. Your arms wrapped around my waist, your hands stroking my back as I ran my fingers through your hair holding you close as we explored each other's mouths and tongues. You softly kissed me, sucking my bottom lip, nibbling it, whispering all that you wanted to do to me, with me, tonguing my mouth, open, wet hot kisses...our mutual arousal was swelling as we urgently started to kiss and want more...you broke free of my mouth to run your tongue down my throat. You sucked gently along the way to the hollow just under my ear and whispered your wicked wanton delights. Your hands moved under my shirt to undo my bra and then reached around to fondle and caress my breasts. I threw my head back to give you better access to the wonderful things you are doing to my throat. My nipples hardened and tightened as your hands played and gently twisted. I moaned quietly and felt the wetness grow...I clutched your shirt to keep myself upright; my breathing was patchy and hard to control. You moved your hands away from my breasts and then came up to slowly unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, with kisses following down as you went. You slid the shirt off my shoulders, remove my bra completely and then took a step back to look at my full, heavy breasts. You reached again, to just lightly touch them, to explore them with your hands and your eyes. You looked back into my eyes, with a smile, and leaned in for another hot, melting kiss. I could hardly take anymore and I ripped your t-shirt over your head. The feeling of your chest against mine almost set me off as I pressed my body firmly into yours...You directed me slowly to the empty desk in the office. I felt my bottom hit the edge of the desk and then you take over. You pressed me back, my hands supported me as your mouth trailed down my throat to my chest and finally to each breast taking them deep into your mouth, one at a time, sucking long and deep with your tongue doing a happy little dance against the nipple. I arched up into your mouth, begging you to take more of me as you reached around my waist to haul me up against your ravenous mouth. I spread my legs as wide as my short skirt allowed and you stepped in between my legs to press up against my pussy. Your cock is so hard and you begin to dry fuck me, rubbing against my clit through all the layers of clothes. I can feel one building up and the combination of the dry fuck and the sucking on my breasts I allow a small orgasm to relieve some of the tension. You shifted slightly and ran your hands up my thighs as I'm not wearing any stockings, just my knee high boots and a short skirt. You reached my wetness and can feel it running down my legs, pooling on my ass. You removed the g-string completely and pushed my skirt up so you can look at my pussy in the light of day...your fingers run gently over the smooth, hairless lips, lingering on the soft patch of hair at the top as you leaned down to kiss it. You commanded me to spread my legs wide and I do, as wide as I can go. You then ordered me to touch myself, to play with my slit, my folds and my clit...I reached down with my finger to run my middle finger all the way from my ass to the clit and back again, spreading my wetness all around. My lips were so swollen and glistening with wetness and my clit was standing to attention wanting to be played with. I slowly inserted one finger as deep as I could go and out again, swirling the juices around, flicking my clit with it. I was lost in the sensations and forgot that you were there as I played deeper and stroked longer. I moaned in surprise as your mouth connected with my wet digits as your tongue dove deep into my hole while I continued to rub and circle my clit. You fucked my pussy with your tongue, in and out, tasting, drinking me in as I began to rub faster...I felt the build up of a massive orgasm coming and you gently filled my pussy with one of your fingers quickly and then trace down to my ass as you continued the tongue fucking. I suddenly felt the gentle pressure in a circular motion on my backside entry and I gasped out loud in pleasure as I exploded in your face. I thrusted against your tongue and your hand over and over again as the orgasm completely overwhelmed me. Completely spent, I laid back on the desk facing you....I opened my eyes and noticed that you have removed your pants and are stroking your cock in my face. It is so natural for me to want to return the favour...I drew you close and took your cock into my mouth...oh you tasted so good...your pre-cum is delicious and I suddenly sucked you really hard and deep hoping to draw out every last drop before getting into a rhythm. I slowly released you and ran my tongue all the way to your balls, gently sucking on each one before running it back up to your head. I ran it around your head over and over again before taking it into my mouth again and sucking just on your head this time, while I rubbed my tongue on the underside, in that sensitive spot you love. You groaned and whispered how much you love me sucking your cock, how you can't wait to come in my mouth, how much I can't wait to taste you. Deeper yet, I took you, as deep as I could go and you started thrusting back and forth while I continued to rub my tongue hard against the underside while sucking hard on your head. Your movements are become jerky and I felt your cock swelling so I reached to cup your balls, squeezed them, encouraged them to release their load into my mouth. It all became too much for you and you exploded, string after string of cum into my waiting mouth as I swallowed and drank every last drop. You were totally spent and barely are able to hold yourself up after the tongue lashing I gave your cock. I sat up to let you sit down beside me and gently kissed your throat, your neck as I held you close...I'm was wet and horny again as I love giving head. So I stood up and to remove my skirt so I can be almost naked next to you (the knee high boots stay on). I stood in between your knees and slowly ran my hands up and down your legs, gently but firmly feeling every part of you. I caressed under your knees and up to your groin where I made sure I didn't touch your cock or balls but gently caressed your inner thigh, your asshole. My mouth followed along with gentle kisses, wet kisses, tongue kisses...followed everywhere. I reached your chest and caressed your nipples, your stomach as my mouth lingered over each nipple, slowly circling with my tongue over each one...moving up to your throat, to the hollow under your ear whispering how much more I want from you and letting you know what you'll get from me. You wrapped your arms around me, pulled me close and kiss me so completely, so fully that I forgot what I was saying...your tongue in my mouth is a delight, one that I will never get used to, one that I will never not desire. We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity, but also like only seconds when we heard the office door open...we are no longer alone. My colleague sauntered in and could smell the sex in the air...he walked up to you and I and says "What have we here?" I had no words, I was still gripped by the desire to fuck you again that I said nothing but turned away to kiss you some more. He watched us kiss and caress for a while and I felt you get rock hard again with the audience we now have...He started to stroke himself through his clothes as he is getting turned on by our nakedness except for my boots. He commented "You know this is a breach of workplace health and safety laws not to mention your workplace contract...Imagine what our boss would say if I happened to mention these breaches" He leant in close to my face, with a knowing look in his eye...I looked at you and saw how excited you were and said to him "Is there anyway we can make you forget this ever happened?" And so with a wicked smile, he kicked off his shoes, opened his zipper and removed his jeans and says "Suck my memory away while you are getting fucked from behind." I looked at you and you said "C'mon, it'll be worth it." I took a step back to let you stand up and let him take your spot. His cock was standing straight up, asking for a bit of attention so I run my finger up and down his length. I bent over to take his cock into my mouth and his excitement is such that a shot of pre-cum hits my tongue. I swallowed and suck for more, getting aroused to have another cock in my mouth. You leant over my back watching, getting more aroused as your cock head starts to search for my wet warmth. You eased yourself into me, slowly, deeply thrilled to be fucking me while I sucked off my coworker. You heard his groans of pleasure, knowing yourself what it was like not too long ago to be sucked by me. You started rocking into me and my mouth worked the same rhythm on his cock...I lifted my ass higher so you can hit me in the sweet spot as I wrapped my tongue around his head, sucking furiously. He threaded his fingers through my hair, holding me firmly over his cock as he thrusted his hips to take his cock deeper in my mouth...his moans got louder and I reached to cup his balls, knowing he wouldn't be able to last much longer. You gripped my hips tight as you could feel yourself about to blow again at the sight of my mouth sucking him so completely inside. He couldn't contain it anymore and gripped my head against himself as he cried out his orgasm, shooting his load deep into my throat as I swallowed it down. You couldn't contain it either and exploded from behind, slamming into me over and over again, as my pussy clenched you tight, milking every drop...both of you are spent and breathing heavily...I released his cock from my mouth and you slide out of me knowing that I didn't come that time wanting to bring me to fulfillment once again. You laid me down one more time on the desk and both of you overwhelmed me with your hands and mouths...I feel like there isn't a place that isn't being touched, or kissed and I feel the orgasm slowly overtake me until I am shattering under your capable hands and tongues...I slowly come back to earth and lazily watch you both dress...Maybe next time we should take this to a bed... Workplace Surprises I had been with the company for 8 years. Sabrina and I had been hired only a week apart and she seemed really happy when I was promoted to assistant manager. After work, there were a few of us who would go to the bar downstairs on a weekly basis, and let of some steam. We would have a few drinks, make fun of each other, and everyone seemed to flirt with everyone else. Sabrina and I seemed to have a little contest every week to see who could be the most flirtatious. Sometimes other co-workers would be our victims, and sometimes we would try to out flirt with each other. Nothing ever came of it, so it all seemed like harmless fun. Sabrina was a knock out and she knew it. Her body was well toned and showed no sign of any fat, but wasn't so skinny that you started to worry if she was bulimic or some shit like that. She always dressed in a blouse that would show off her "assets" with a pair of well fitting pants. If she decided to wear a skirt, you found yourself wanting to see if it was pantyhose or a garter belt and stockings that covered her perfectly shaped thighs. Her hair was auburn with a nice bit of body to it so that it looked full as it hung down between her shoulder blades. Here eyes were the colour of sapphires and seemed to look past your soul and straight into your most base desires when she looked at you. Her lips were beautifully shaped so that they fit into her face perfectly. Her chest was full and had cause a slight case of whiplash on most of the new male employees over the years, as well as a few of the female ones. She had such an amazing personality that none of the other female staff was jealous of her looks. She never put herself above anyone else and was never snooty. One night I was sitting in my office doing some minor paperwork when there was a knock at my door. Sabrina opened the door and popped her head in with a simple question. We tossed a few innuendos around as well and, thinking the conversation was over, looked back down at my desk to finish my work. I heard the door close and was a little surprised when I heard her voice. "Actually, I have something I want to discuss with you." This looked serious, so I put my papers down and gave her my full attention. "I have a bone to pick with you. We have been going out every Friday to the bar down stairs and every time we go, you have made innuendos and comments towards me." I was starting to get a more than a little nervous. Was she thinking of filing a harassment suit towards me? I had always thought she was cool with it, and would have stopped if she had asked me to. I did not want to lose my job over what had always seemed like harmless flirting. She moved around to my side of the desk and pushed my chair back a little so that she could place herself in front of me and stood there looking at me for a few seconds. "I have decided to do something about it." Smiling she pulled up her skirt so that she could sit onto of my desk and expose the red silk thong that she was wearing. She opened the top few buttons of her blouse and leaned back so that her back was arched and she was leaning on only one hand. "Touch me." She told me. I was so dumbstruck that I did as she told me, without thinking about it first. She let out a small whimper of pleasure as I touched the fabric in front of her flesh. I could feel the moistness of her labia as I massaged her flesh through her thong. I looked up to see her face and saw that she was massaging one of her tits as I touched below the hem of her skirt. "I have been so horny all day, and felt it was time to take care of it. Besides, I have been thinking about how to do this for years, and now just seemed the right time." she informed be between moans. I couldn't really care less about her reasons. I too had thought about instigating something for a while, but never wanted to push the friendship. I leaned forward to take a taste of her snatch, but she stopped me. "No, not yet. I want to be the first one to taste anything." She placed her high heels on my arms and pushed me back. Climbing down off the desk, she slid the thong down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Oh dreams came true as I saw that she was shaved down there. She got down on her knees and wriggled her way under my desk and then told me to come hither with her finger. How could I refuse? I slid my chair forwards and tried not to look down as she undid my zipper and pulled my dick out of my boxers. Thanks to the little playing on the top of my desk, I was at full attention. I swear I went cross-eyed as I felt her tongue lick the top of my cock and I tried not to whimper as she flickered her tongue around the head of my shaft. Her breath was so warm as she played with my tip. I could barely stand it. Without a word of warning, I was greeted with the sensation of her taking me all the way into her mouth. She was no amateur as she took me all the way between her lips and moved up and down my shaft. I could hear her moans start to rise up from under the desk, when there was a knock at my door. She stopped for a second and told me to answer it. I took a few more seconds to compose myself and told the person outside to enter. Katrina came in and asked if I knew where Sabrina was. I told her I had no idea and suddenly had to control myself as Sabrina started to engulf my dick back into her mouth. Katrina looked confused for a second and then asked if she could talk to me in private for a second. I tried to tell Katrina that I was a little busy and was in the midst of asking her to come back a little later. She, on the other hand felt it was necessary and came in closing the door behind her. She started to tell me that she was concerned that Sabrina was thinking of taking her friendship with me to a new level. Sabrina and Katrina had been friends for a long time, even before they had started working at this company. Katrina also wanted advice on what to do because Sabrina had no idea that Katrina was bi-sexual and had desired Sabrina for years. This was so hot. I had one woman under my desk that had been slowly increasing the speed of the blow job that she was giving me and I was being asked for advice on what to do from another woman who desired the woman under the desk. I must have let a clue as to what was happening because Katrina got a strange look on her face and asked me "What is going on?". I did not have a chance to say anything because she stood up and started to walk over to my side of the desk. I thought I was going to be in some kind of trouble if Katrina saw what was happening between Sabrina and myself. Before I could do anything though, Sabrina came out from under the desk and got to one knee. Holding my dick in her hand, Sabrina looked at Katrina and told her, "Take off your skirt, sit down on the desk and spread your legs." I could not believe what was happening when Katrina simply smirked and did as she was told showing that unlike Sabrina; she had not bothered to wear any underwear at all. Katrina got into the same position that Sabrina had been in and put her hand onto Katrina's pussy and started to stoke both of us at the same time. It was amazing to watch Sabrina slide her fingers into Katrina's wet mound while stroking my dick. It was like I was fucking Katrina by proxy. Sabrina then stood up and moved Katrina to her left so that one leg was on the desk and the other leg was hanging over it. She then positioned herself so that they were back to back. "Finger us both." she told me. I stood up and got closer to the desk. The sounds of both of them moaning as I slid my fingers into both of their moist twats was almost too much to take. I couldn't help myself and came on both their thighs as I watched them writhe in pleasure while I put my fingers into them as far as I could. These girls were obviously not done as Sabrina turned around and raised her hands to Katrina's chest. She removed Katrina's blouse and bra so that I could see the difference between their tits. Sabrina had a nice full C cup, 38's at least, and Katrina was a nice little pair of B's. Katrina reached down and started stroking me to get me hard again while Sabrina suckled those little pink nipples in some hot lesbian action. It wasn't long until my member was at full attention again. Katrina must have decided to take some control of the situation herself because she pushed Sabrina away and cleared of my desk. Looking lustfully into Sabrina's eyes, she told her to lie down on the desk. Sabrina did as she was told and let out a squeak of delight as Katrina then climbed on top of the desk and sat right on top of her face. I started to go around to the side of my desk so that I could pay some attention to Sabrina's pussy, but before I could get there, Katrina dove forwards and buried her own face between Sabrina's thighs. I was trying so hard not to touch myself as I watched these two women perform a 69 right on top of my desk, but I didn't want to come again so soon. I wanted to go the distance with them both. Katrina started to grunt with pleasure as Sabrina tongue bathed her clit. Her hips started moving faster and faster until she could take no more and let out an orgasm all over Sabrina's face. I never knew she was a squirter. Katrina rolled off of her lover and lay beside her. I knew my cue when I saw it. I grabbed hold of Sabrina's legs and pulled her so that her ass was at the end. Holding on to her curvaceous ass, I put the tip of my cock against her pussy and slid it all the way inside of her. It was so wet, I had no difficulty at all, and Sabrina came on my balls after only a few strokes. I wasn't done and continued to slide my shaft inside of her, hearing the grunts of ecstasy as I pumped her as hard as I could while Katrina played with herself. Katrina told me to stop and pushed her hands on my stomach so that I was removed from Sabrina and rolled Sabrina on to her side. She then assumed the doggie position right in front of me and told me that she wanted her turn. I did not need any second invitation and pushed my cock right into her waiting lips. Sabrina was determined not to miss out on this and lay down on her back putting her pussy right below Katrina's face. Katrina wasted no time and put her head between Sabrina's thighs returning the favour from earlier. We spent the next little while like this. It felt so good to push in and out of Katrina's flesh as she, in turn, licked Sabrina's clit. I saw Sabrina's hips start to buckle as her orgasm began, and this in turn caused Katrina's lips to swell and tighten around my cock. Both women were ready to come, and so was I. All three of us let out a massive grunt of pleasure as we all orgasmed together. I fell to my knees as I came, and both girls turned around so that our faces were all together. Smiling at me, the girls informed me that hey had planned this for a while. I was not going to complain. With a wink in her eye, Sabrina suggested that we get together for a "staff meeting" more often. I now have another reason to love me job.