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The Office Party

By: Coltrane



Years ago I was working as a consultant for the State Department of Mental Health in Tennessee. Being a consultant meant I traveled the western part of the state helping rural communities set-up vocational training programs for the disabled. Being a traveling consultant also meant I worked out of an office group that was comprised mostly of social workers traveling the same area. When I counted heads one day, I realized that there were twelve women, one gay guy, and me. 

Jeffery was the gay guy. He was a great guy to be around from day one, a guy who didn't hide or flaunt his sexual orientation, a guy with a great sense of humor, a guy with a steady hand for eye-liner and mascara. He was a friend to all of us and a bunch of fun to be around. The twelve women made for a diverse group, but all of them were fun, too. We had some good times, all of us together, but we never had an after-work party until Carol started working with us. Carol changed a number of things in our group, all of those changes most definitely for the better. 

Carol had moved to Memphis when her husband, Rick, was transferred by his company from Detroit, Michigan. Both of them were a bit startled by the southern lifestyle, but they were stubborn enough to want to have a good time in the ways they were accustomed to. They sailed and water skied and did all the outdoors things they liked. And they looked for ways to do the indoors things, too, the indoors things they missed about their circle of friends in Detroit. Carol would laugh and tell most anyone that she and Rick were swingers. Her openness always turned heads, but she didn't seem to care. Actually, it seemed she enjoyed the reactions. 

It was after a week-long trip when I came back to the office to find that Carol was having a party at her house on Friday night. Rick was out of town, she said, so she was having the whole office group over to her house, no declines, no excuses, everybody was coming, she said. And oddly enough, everyone agreed. Timing is everything, I firmly believe, and perhaps it was in terms of Carol's party. At the time of the party I had recently become divorced, so I was going to the party single, not that I had designs on any of the women in the group, but over the years there had been more than a few sexual innuendoes. (Like the time Shawanda asked me if I liked to eat black pussy. She was a tall, strong black woman and she was more than open about her desire to experience a white man.) 

Paperwork in the office went slowly on that Friday. I tried to make some sense of the giggles and laughs from the offices down the hall, but I wasn't successful. Things seemed okay, even after Carol stuck her head into my office around five o'clock and asked me if I was, "coming tonight." Sure, I told her, I'll be there. "That wasn't what I asked," she told me, "Are you cuming tonight?" She laughed; I laughed. And she winked at me before she left to giggle her way down the hall. 

I've never believed in being fashionably late to parties, but I've never been comfortable being one of the first arrivals either. When I came in the door, everyone was there and already drinking wine and scarfing down the munchies in the kitchen. Everyone either waved or said hello to me. It was Dorothy, Dorothy who was beginning to put her plans together for retirement, who came to me first. When Dorothy looked me up directly, she usually had something on her mind to ask me. It didn't take long for her to work into what was on her mind. 

"John," she finally began, "Do you know who John Holmes is?" 

"Yes," I told her, "Why do you ask?" 

"Well, Carol was talking about some movies of his she had. And some of the others are trying to get her to show them. Do you know what kind of movies they are?" 

"Porn," I told her smiling, "Classics, most people say." 

"Porn?" she stammered a bit, "As in pornography?" 

"Yep. You need another glass of wine?" 

"Yes, please," Dorothy told me as her eyes begin to glaze over in thought, "Yes, more wine." 

I took her glass and began to work my way over to the kitchen table where several bottles of wine were already open. Carol caught me there and put her arms around me from behind to hug me. 

"I'm so glad you came," she whispered into my ear as she hugged and I poured. 

"And it made such a mess," I chuckled. 

She laughed and turned me loose so I could turn to her. We smiled at each other and she stood on her toes to kiss me softly on the lips. 

"I never worry about those messes," she purred. 

Someone called her from the den and she smiled and turned to find them. I followed her at a bit of distance and found almost everyone scattered around the room on the couch or chairs or the floor. The large screen television was the center of attention. The VCR was ready and waiting to play as Julie shuffled through some tapes in front of her. 

"Carol, which one should we see first?" she asked. 

Carol walked over and picked one from the pile and handed it to Julie. "Don't bother with the plot or anything. Fast forward about halfway into the movie and let it play. There should be some action every five minutes or so through the movie." 

Julie did as Carol suggested as the room chattered and laughed and waited. When Julie hit play on the machine, the television jumped to a close-up of a huge cock gliding in and out of an obviously distressed pussy. 

"Holy shit," someone mumbled from the couch as the room fell silent. 

Jeffery was sitting beside Cindy on the floor. I couldn't help but wonder if he liked what he was seeing, but in a moment it was clear when he blurted, "Amazing." 

"Look," Julie said with excitement, "He is one skinny guy. His dick is bigger around than his forearm." 

The room laughed and giggled as John Holmes slid in and out of the unseen woman like a commuter train. "How big, I wonder," someone said. 

"Fourteen inches," Carol told them. 

"Damn, I could never…" someone began. 

Carol fast forwarded to another scene and let the machine play. A bleached blonde was licking Holmes this time, his cock only semi-hard, it seemed. When she took the tip in her mouth, the room moaned collectively. 

"He's a freak," Dorothy offered from her seat. She seemed transfixed. "And not every woman could take him." 

"Men are different," Carol began carefully, "Very different. Being social scientists and naturally curious," she went on over the laughs, "Perhaps we could conduct our own private study group here. Why don't we see if John and Jeffery will show us their equipment and let us do some analysis." 

Carol found my eyes in the crowd and I could see the dare in them even from across the room. She did the same to Jeffery. 

"I'd be more embarrassed then they would," Dorothy laughed honestly. Others agreed with her. 

"Okay," Carol went on, "Supposed we blindfold them and make them promise not to touch anyone. Would that work?" 

The room just laughed and hooted as I looked at Jeffery. He smiled and shrugged, so I laughed at Carol and said, "Why not?" 

Being a good host, Carol quickly came up with two black scarves. The room continued to hoot and giggle and she led both me and Jeffery to the center of the room, turning each of us to face the group, and then securing the black scarves around each of our eyes. I have to say the blindfolds worked. I couldn't see anything. 

Someone put music on the stereo and I think the Holmes movies were still playing on the television, nevertheless Carol was conducting the show, telling them all to relax for the unveiling, and suggesting they take notes if they thought it necessary. Jeffery's pants came down first. Or at least I think so. The room stilled for a second, then burst into a buzz. Nice underwear, someone said, then the room was quiet again. 

Someone's fingers undid my belt and the fastener on my jeans. Then fingers pulled the zipper down. No underwear, Julie shouted, I knew it! The room was quiet again as someone worked my jeans down my thighs to my ankles. 

"We can't compare shit," Shawanda said in her distinctive voice, "Unless somebody gets these boys hard." 

"I agree," I heard Carol say, "Any volunteers? Remember, they'll never know who touched them if you don't want them to know." 

"Did we agree to touching?" Jeffery asked. 

"It's okay with me," I told him, hoping. 

Carol laughed as she stepped to me and pressed herself into me from behind. She drew her lips close to my ear and whispered to me as her fingers wrapped themselves around my cock. "I like your cock, John," she whispered as she began to stroke me. "It's thick. I like that. It already feels big in my hand. Nice." 

"I hope this works," I heard Jeffery say. 

"It already is," someone laughed, "Real nice, Jeffery." 

My cock was hard and getting harder when I felt the first touch of someone's tongue. 

"Feel good?" Carol whispered. "She's enjoying the examination; I hope you are, too." 

The tongue flicked over the tip of my cock and began to move under the head. I felt lips on the tip, lips that began to suck gently, lips that held me while the tongue flattened and lapped at me just under the head. Carol's fingers were stroking the shaft, holding me for the mouth. I moaned aloud when the mouth took the head inside and held it. I could feel the lips moving over the crest of my cock, holding me there as Carol stroked the shaft a bit faster. Then the mouth was gone, just like that, gone. 

"Anyone else wanna get up close and personal with John's cock?" Carol asked the room. 

I felt hands on my thighs before I felt the mouth take me. This time Carol released my shaft and the mouth slid down me, taking me, letting me move inside until I felt the tip against the back of someone's throat and their lips in my pubic hair. 

"Damn," I moaned aloud. Yeah, someone said from the room. 

The mouth deep throated me and fucked my cock. Whoever it was knew what they were doing, because just as I was feeling myself moving toward an orgasm, the mouth would pull away and fingers would grip me at the base of the shaft and squeeze. 

"Any requests?" Carol asked. 

"Yeah," I think it was Janet who said, "Yeah, let us see his balls. Is the sac tight when he gets hard?" 

Someone grabbed my cock and lifted it to press against my belly. Nice balls, they said, yeah, tight sac. 

"It's a shame nobody gets to fuck that nice cock," Shawanda said. 

"Maybe we should," Carol said, "I don't think John will object. Do you John?" 

"No," was all I said. 

Somehow I was eased down to the floor onto my back by several hands. Other hands pulled my shoes off my feet; then my jeans. Even more hands were pulling my t-shirt up and over my head without disturbing the blindfold. For a second I wondered if the same thing was happening to Jeffery, but to be honest it was hard to concentrate on anything other than what was happening to me right then, right there. 

I heard mumbling and some giggling but mostly there were silence in the room, silence charged with electricity, sexual electricity: lust. 

I felt fingers grasp my cock and hold it straight up. Fingers carefully rolled a condom down my cock, over the head, then down the shaft. The same fingers held my cock steady as a pussy, someone's pussy, kissed the tip. The pussy's lips seemed to open and swallow me as the head of my cock was taken inside. It felt as if the pussy was sucking me inside, much as the mouth had sucked me deep into the back of someone's throat. The pussy slid down me, down my shaft, and took me. I felt the lips pressed around the base of my cock, against my balls and pubic hair, wetting me that way, sharing the warm slick juice. 

My mind pictured someone squatting over me, fucking me, their body moving up and down with their feet planted on each side of me. My mind told me they were facing me, their hands on their knees, perhaps. My cock told me they were good, whoever they were. My cock liked their method, the way they were fucking me. 

"Go, Girl," somebody said. Whoever was fucking me responded by going faster, moving up and down on me faster, keeping the strokes on my cock long and full and complete. 

Then just as suddenly as they had sped up, they stopped, settling onto me, my cock deep inside, their thighs on my hips then, their feet moving, their body settling down onto their knees on each side of me. Their torso came down to me, their breasts pressed into my chest, their hands on each side my head. The scent told me first. Carol. It was Carol on top of me. 

"Feel good, John?" she whispered into my ear as she began fucking me again. "You like my pussy on your cock, John?" 

"Yeah," I told her, "So good, you are so good." 

"I wanna make you cum, John," she told me loud enough for the room to hear, "Cum for me, Baby." 

She fucked me harder, the slapping sounds of our skins sharpening the pace and timing of it all. 

"I'm cuming," I told her and the room moments before I did. My body surged up to her, trying to press up into her, instinctively trying to deposit my cum deep inside her even though I was wearing a condom. My body tightened and made sounds I had no control over, moans, groans, all kinds of sounds. 

When I had relaxed and Carol lay on me, letting me hold her body weight. 

"Good?" she whispered. 

I just nodded and smiled under the blindfold. 

"As good as when Jeffery deep throated your cock?" she whispered. 

She chuckled then. I did, too. And the room began to applaud.

The Office Party



It had been a very long day, he was thinking as he stood looking out of his office window. Almost time for the office party for a couple in the office who had eloped and gotten married. Much of the women were older, some a little more so so than the others. He was good looking, in great shape for his 45 years. It certainly didn't help to work out at the gym 3 times a week. Standing at six foot and weighing about 185 lbs. He certainly didn't have trouble-finding women. Just the right one was the problem. There were three very nice looking women in the office. 

There was Amanda, who was very beautiful. She stood at 5' 10" and loved to wear 4-inch high heels, which made her even taller. She had the figure of a goddess, he'd guess her measurements at 36B 24 35 and with her long blonde hair cascading down her back to just above her hips. She always dressed very sexy in the office. Always wearing a short skirt, dress blouse and jacket. 

Next up would be the lovely petite, Michelle. Standing at just 5' 5", she was exquisite. Small framed, her measurements may be 32A 22 30, she had auburn colored hair that was cut in a bob, that framed her face beautifully. Her dress was casual, pants or skirts, but always classy.

And last but not least, there was Caroline. He'd guessed her height at 5" 8" and her measurements at 38D 26 36. She had naturally curly brown hair that came down to the middle of her back. She was more conventional, mostly wore her skirts down to her knees, with little knit sweaters. 

Glancing down at his watch, he sees the time, but knows he needs to make an appearance. After all, it was his secretary that had gotten married. He goes into the office lounge and starts making small conversations, here there. Chatting with people, eating a bite. All of the presents have been unwrapped. He notices people are beginning to dwindle out and head home for the day. He offers to stay and help clean up. He begins by helping Amanda bagging up the wrapping paper. And getting all the empty plastic cups, and paper plates. At last they've gotten most of it cleaned up.

The other two, Michelle and Caroline are sitting and whispering and giggling. Amanda goes over and sits with the other three, as he carries out the bags of garbage. When he comes back in he picks his drink up and continues to drink, making this his fourth for the day. He notices the three ladies are having a good time. And the rest of the office leaves. Now it's just him and Amanda, Carolina and Michelle.

He feels the stirring in his pants. He's walks over to where they are sitting; he hears them complaining about their high heel shoes. Nodding, he says, " I'm sure those are very hard to wear." 

Glancing up Michelle tells him; " Maybe you should try them sometime." And of course Caroline and Amanda agree. Feeling high from the drinks he says, "Sure, maybe sometime." Caroline then looks at him, "No we mean right now." Taken aback by the forceful tone of her voice. He looks at all three of them and can see that they're very serious. So he slides his shoes off. Amanda tells him to take his socks off also, which he does. Then she hands him her shoes. He slides the black 4-inch heels, sandal shoes on. Not believing that he's doing this. 

Now they tell him to walk in them, to give them a show. He begins to walk, very shakily at first, holding onto the chairs and tables as he goes. The ladies begin to talk, they think he should try the stockings and a garter also. He looks at them stunned, "Now ladies, let's not get carried away here." Michelle then orders him to drop his pants and his under shorts. Looking around and seeing no way out of this he does so. He slides them off, his cock jumps out at them. Watching Caroline, as she slips her black silk stockings off and red garter. He's leaning up against the table as she walks towards him. She then orders him to put them on. He takes the garter and slides it up over his hips. He then sits down and slides the shoes off and begins to put the stockings on. While he's sitting there, they tell him to take his jacket and shirt off as well. 

He looks at these lovely women and sees them in their lingerie only. Before he can slip the stockings on, Amanda hands him her black lacey crotch less panties, and orders him to put those on as well. He takes them and slides them on. Then slowly, he slides the stockings on one by one. The sensations running through his body, his cock pulsates. He can't believe he's actually doing this, but at the same time he can't stop himself. The women decide he needs to wear a bra also. Caroline takes hers off and hands him the red lacey bra. It fits going around, but the cups are large for him. They then hand him some tissues to stuff them with.

They then order him to walk and parade himself around. They are all feeling very good now as their own private little party continues. He begins walking around the ladies, prancing and parading around. They ask him how he feels. Smiling he tells them, " Wonderful!" And of course they are all very horny by now. He stands watching as Caroline begins to suckle Michelle's small tits. Amanda goes over and lays on one of the tables and orders him over to her. She yanks him down to her by his tie. Kissing him, moaning into his mouth. He reaches down with his hand and begins to rub her shaved slick pussy all wet with her juices. She moans against his mouth. Then whisper's to him to eat her. 

He slides his tongue down to her chest and suckles on her nipples. Then kissing his way down across her stomach. He then reaches her pussy. Sliding his tongue along her wet pussy lips, she moans louder.

He glances over and sees Michelle and Caroline sucking on each other's tits, and rubbing each other's butts. He takes three fingers, and inserts them into Amanda's wet cunt, thus making her moan louder and arch her back.

His tongue goes back to work, up and down her wet pussy. Teasing her clit with his tongue, flicking it. She tells him to go faster to make her cum. His fingers fucking her pussy, his tongue sucking on her clit, faster and faster he went. Until she reaches her climax. Screaming out in pure pleasure, arching her back, massaging her tits. He continues to fuck her pussy with his tongue until he sucks out her sweet cum. At last her breathing starts to slow and her eyes focus, she follows his gaze. She looks over at Michelle and Caroline, who are doing a 69 on each other, and watches as each one reaches their climax.

The two women at last have caught there breath and get up and come over to the table. Seeing his raging hard on, they order him to lie down on the table. He tells them; "No, no he's all right, nothing to worry about." But they drag him by his tie, and make him lie down. 

One woman on each side of him, Michelle and Caroline, at his face, and Amanda at his feet. They begin by kissing and teasing him. Moving to his nipples, they suck on them hard. Amanda teases his legs with her tongue. They all three work on him. Sliding their hands here and they're, kissing, licking and sucking on him. His moans growing louder and louder. He reaches out with his hands and begins to play with Michelle and Caroline's pussy's. At last Amanda reaches his balls and cock, she begins by sliding his tongue up and down, sucking his balls into her mouth. She gazes up at him and orders him he's not to cum. 

He begins to finger the other two ladies pussy's. Hearing their moans against his body, having Amanda's mouth sliding up and down on his cock. She then grabs it at the base, and forcefully sucks it into her mouth. Her teeth grazing the sides as she goes up and down, her tongue teasing the head, tasting his precum. The other two reach his cock, and Amanda slides her mouth off as the other two take turns sucking and teasing his cock. He knows he's close; he begins to beg them to let him cum. Amanda smiles down at him and tells him, " You may cum on a few conditions." He screams out and tells them, "Anything, anything at all, just let me cum." These are their conditions she tells him, "One, you are to be our play toy, anytime, anywhere. No matte what. Two, you are not to tell anyone of this. Three, you are to wear a pair of our underwear under your suit each day. And fourth we all want a raise." He moans out practically screaming, he tells them, "Of course I won't tell anyone, and yes I'll do anything you want, and yes I'll wear anything you want and yes to the raise also."

Amanda smiles at him as she continues to squeeze his cock and Michelle and Caroline continue to tease and suck his cock. She tells him, "You may cum now." And with such a force that he didn't even know he had, he came as hard as he'd ever cum before. Shooting his cum, all over their faces, screaming out, thrusting his hips forward. His balls tingling. So much cum, he's never seen so much cum come out of himself. 

At last his breathing returns to normal. He looks at all three ladies smiling. Knowing that nothing else in this world matters, and that he'd not only found one woman to make his dream come true but three beautiful ladies.

Dominatrix Scarlet and lingeriel



The Office Party



Allegedly, as many as 65% of women do something they later regret at an office party. At least, that's what I read in one of those glossy women's magazines. You know they type; they're the ones with the bold headlines that cater for the eternal 20-something market, the ones that claim to unlock the secret of having a great orgasm every time. As if there's any secret to that! Just give me a guy, preferably one with a huge cock but that's not essential, who knows how to use his tongue and bingo! No great secret there. 

I suppose if I were someone different, the events that I'm about to describe would, for many, fall into that category. Being who I am however, I'm a member of that happily satisfied minority who don't regret it at! 

It began, as these events invariably do, in a pub. A group of us had agreed to meet up at "The Crown" round about 6pm. We would have a few (or more) drinks before heading off to our reception, arriving there sometime between 7:30 and 8pm. 

My own preparations had began some hours earlier. I'd left work at lunchtime, getting to my flat at about half past one. A quick bite to eat was followed by a long relaxing soak and a large glass of wine. After almost three quarters of an hour spent up to my ears in my piping hot bath I retired, wine bottle in hand, to my bedroom where I spent a pleasant hour in the company of my favourite vibrator. After a series of intense orgasms I needed a quick shower to freshen up, so it was about 4 o' clock before I started to get ready. 

After liberally applying my favourite body lotion all over, my skin was as smooth as silk. I hunted in my drawer for my lacy black suspender belt. Once that was in place I slipped into my sheer satin stockings. I selected a black strapless bra that complimented my suspender belt and would, when combined with my dress, show off my bust nicely. I opened my knickers drawer and then hesitated. Why bother? I thought wickedly to myself, with any luck they wouldn't be on for long anyway. Let's be honest, as a single girl with, even if I say it myself, a good body and a healthy appetite, I was always going to be on the lookout for some action Finally I wriggled in to my red, strapless cocktail dress that I'd bought specially for this evening. The feel of it next to my soft, and as a result of my earlier tryst with my plastic pal, very sensitive skin sent shivers of pleasure through me. The hem of the dress reached the top of my stockings with about an inch to spare, the tight, figure hugging top part of dress pressed my 36DD breasts together, giving me a cleavage that would have caused even me to stare at it had it belonged to someone else. My makeup took 15 minutes my hair almost half an hour. My trusty, high heeled 'Fuck Me!' shoes, a small black bag and a demure little black jacket completed the look. I checked in the mirror. I looked great and I knew it. "Look out guys, here comes Adele," I said to myself as I checked the contents of my bag. I left my place just after five, giving myself plenty of time to arrive fashionably late.'' 

I arrived at "The Crown" a little after quarter past six. There was a pretty large crowd there already. "Hi Adele," called Mandy, "I'm just going to the bar. What're you having?" 

"Dry white please," I replied, "If you give me a second I'll help you." We fought our way to the bar to get our drinks. Mandy and I had been friends since school and, if she didn't get herself pulled before the end of the evening, she was going to be staying over at mine after the party. The next hour was spent pleasantly drinking, smoking and chatting until we finally left to head to the reception. 

The meal was pretty much uneventful. All I can really remember is that I probably drank more than I should have. I wasn't really there for the meal though, it was only when the dancing started that things began to get interesting. 

My first 'encounter' was with Paul. Paul was one of our firm's sales representatives. He was about 6'2", well built, pretty good looking and only 19. He responded to my invitation to dance enthusiastically. I wouldn't normally go for someone who was six years younger than me but the combination of too much drink and the fact that I knew he was single made him irresistible. 

We danced for about 15 minutes. I made sure that there was plenty of body contact. I could feel his reaction as I ground myself against him and it was clear that he was receptive to my not so subtle advances. I reached out to rub the obvious bulge in his trousers and said "Why don't we see if we can find some place where we can put this to good use?" Paul nodded and we made our way off the dance floor. 

We made or way along a corridor, ostensibly making our way towards the toilets. There were a number of doors along the corridor leading to rooms used for meetings. I tried the doors on the left and Paul checked the ones on the right. It was Paul who found the unlocked door. "Over here," he called as the door swung open to reveal an empty meeting room. We crept in and shut the door, locking it behind us from the inside. The only illumination came from the green emergency light in the middle of the room. 

Without any hesitation I pulled Paul to me. I braced myself myself against the edge of a table as his mouth began to explore mine. His breath was hot on mine as our lips pressed urgently together. Paul pulled the top of my dress down and pushed my bra aside as I fumbled to release his straining cock from its confinement. "Oooh!" I moaned as he cupped my tits with his hands and pressed nipples with his thumbs. I grabbed his cock and pulled him towards me. "I want this in me now!" I demanded. 

My pussy was already wet. Paul plunged his cock into me with a single thrust. "Yesss!" I cried as he sank all 8" of his thick cock into my hot cunt. I reached behind me to steady myself and wrapped my legs around his as he fucked me with long, powerful strokes. He lowered his head to lick my tits as he stroked his dick in and out. Supporting myself with one hand, I reached round to play with my clit. 

Paul may have been young but he certainly knew how to use what he'd been given. In and out, he pounded my pussy. His fingers and tongue worked on my nipples. My fingers rubbed furiously at my clit. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck me Paul!" I moaned, not caring if anyone heard me as the pressure inside me mounted. 

The walls of my cunt flexed around his shaft as he drove it into me. My clit began to ache, shivers ran up my spine. I threw my arms around his neck and moaned incoherently as I came. Contractions rippled through my pussy, milking his cock as it ploughed in and out. "Getting close," panted Paul, "can't hold on much more!" 

I was enjoying feeling his cock inside me, feeling it stretch me as he thrust it into me. Even as aroused as I was however, I didn't want to spend the rest of the night with his cum dribbling down my legs. "Cum in my mouth," I breathed almost reluctantly in his ear. Paul pulled out ad fell back into one of the seats. I suddenly felt very empty as I knelt down in front of him. I opened my mouth and hungrily stretched my lips around his cock. I sucked hard and gently squeezed his balls. "Oh yes Oh ye.....ahhh!" was all the warning I got as his cock erupted, sending a fountain of cum cascading into my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, determined not to spill a drop as he pumped his load into my hungry mouth. Finally he subsided. Milking his thick young cock with my fingers, I sucked the last few drops into my mouth. 

"Fuck Adele, that was something else," he sighed. 

"Thank you," I replied, "you were pretty hot too." Paul smiled and I kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Got to go," I said and blew him a kiss as I made my way to the door. 

Paul was sill tucking himself in when I unlocked the door and let myself out. The corridor was empty. I decided a visit to the toilet to touch up my makeup and fix my hair was in order. 

It was as I was emerging from the toilets that I bumped, quite literally, into Gary. In my less than sober state, balanced precariously on high heels, the contact almost knocked me to the ground. "Whoa, steady there Adele," he said as he grabbed me. As he steadied me his hand fleetingly made contact with my left breast. Instinctively I grasped his hand and pressed it close against me. Gary and I had briefly been an item almost six months before. The sex had been fantastic but neither of us were really ready for a 'proper' relationship and so we quickly drifted apart. He still flirted with me whenever he got the chance and, I have to admit, I still had a soft spot for him. 

"Mmm, that feels good," I murmured as I forced his hand to caress my left breast. I reached for his other hand and guided it to my to my right. 

"Yes it does," he replied, "I'd almost forgotten how good they felt." 

I spun round to face him, no mean feat in my condition, and kissed him soundly. "Well then?" I asked wickedly, "How about it then, for old times' sake?" Gary smiled. Checking that no one was looking, I dragged him into the disabled toilet. 

Instantly, his mouth was on mine. Our hands tugged at each others clothing as our passion quickly ignited. "Oooh!" I moaned as his hand ran up the inside of my thigh and brushed against my moist labia. "Wet and ready, I see," he said as he spun me round to face the wall. I braced myself against the basin and spread my legs apart in anticipation. I was expecting his cock but instead he knelt down and ran his tongue along my slit. Shocks ran through me as his tongue flicked over my clit. "Mmm," murmured Gary approvingly, "you taste as good as ever." His tongue pushed between my wet lips and poked into my love-hole. 

I braced myself on my elbows. Crossing my arms over my tits, I pushed down the front of my top and began to rub my hands over my nipples as Gary explored my pussy with his mouth. My juices were flowing freely as his tongue lapped eagerly at my clit. I began to moan. I felt my knees began to go weak as the sensations began to consume me. "Oh Gary! Oh yes!" I exclaimed joyfully as my climax tore through me. Gary responded by sucking my clit between his lips and flicking his tongue roughly over its tip. My body shuddered with every touch. "Oh Gary," I cried, "I need you inside me! Fuck me Gary! Fuck me!" 

Gary didn't need any further prompting. He stood up behind me and pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. Grabbing my hips as he pressed forward, he slowly eased his dick into my waiting cunt. I pushed my hips back meeting him on the deepest point of his thrust, my pussy stretching as it received him. "Your cunt's even hotter than I remember babe," he said as he worked his cock in and out of my pussy. 

Gary increased his pace, ramming his cock in and out faster with every stroke. I moaned with pleasure as he took me with all his force. "Oh God yes! Give it to me hard!" I demanded. "Fuck me Gary. Fuck me hard!" Gripping my hips tightly, he pulled me back onto his dick as he thrust deep inside me, pounding my cunt over and over. 

Breathing hard, he suddenly pulled out. "I want to know if your mouth's as hot as your pussy," he said as he sat down. "Suck me Adele, suck me until I blow my load in your mouth." 

I dropped to my knees without hesitation. I opened my mouth and slid my lips down his shaft, tasting myself on him as I eagerly devoured his cock. My head bobbed up and down. Gary grabbed my head and began to thrust, fucking my mouth just as moments before he had fucked my pussy. My fingers dropped to my mound and I began to rub my clit as I sucked hungrily on his prick. His hips began to buck, His cock began to twitch. I pulled my mouth back, leaving only the tip still inside and began to pump my free hand rapidly back and forth along his shaft. Seconds later her erupted. As the first jet of hot, salty cum shot into my mouth I drove two fingers into my aching cunt and pressed my thumb hard against my clit. That pushed me over the edge and I came again as his cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed hard but the sensations overwhelmed me and I could feel some of his juice dribble down my chin. 

At last, he slowed to a trickle. I sucked the last few drops out of him then sat back and licked my lips. Gary handed me some tissues and I used them to wipe my chin. 

As Gary recovered I tidied myself up. I decided to dispense with the services of my bra. It was getting in my way and my dress was tight enough to display my assets more than adequately. I took it off and stuffed it in my bag then adjusted my dress. The soft material felt good against my sensitive nipples and I shivered with voluptuous delight. I turned to the mirror to fix my makeup. It was smeared where Gary's cum had dribbled down my chin. Did you know that semen is a very effective makeup remover? Now there's a useful tip I bet you'll never read in those magazines I mentioned earlier. Finally I straightened my dress and gave myself a last check in the mirror. Gary cautiously peered around the door. "Coast's clear," he said with a wink and we stepped out into the corridor. 

It must have been about 10:30 by the time we made our way back to the main hall. I danced with Gary for a bit before moving on in search of more action. Despite having been on the receiving end of two gloriously satisfying fucks my pussy burned with a fire that still needed quenching. I was hungry for more. 

It was when I was at the bar that Nick and Tony approached. The bought me my drink and before long I was flirting outrageously with both of them. Nick was about my age, tall, dark and good looking. Tony was in his mid 30s, pleasant but nothing special. That, combined with the fact that he's married would normally have been enough to put me off but tonight I didn't care. Come to think of it, Nick, while not married has a long term girlfriend too, but at that moment in time it didn't matter. Here were two guys quite blatantly chatting me up and I had a pussy that was hungry for more cock. 

It was Nick who inadvertently let slip that he had booked a room for the night. "Really?" I said, "That could be interesting!" I smiled suggestively. 

"It could," he replied, "if it wasn't for Jacqui," he said. 

"But she isn't here is she?" I asked. "And I am." I brushed against him provocatively. "I won't tell her if you don't," I added with a wicked smile." 

"I don't know,Adele," he replied uncertainly, "What do you think, Tony, should I take Adele up on her offer?" 

"Tony could join in too!" I interrupted before Tony could answer. 

"You're not really serious are you?" asked Tony. 

"Why not? What've I got to lose?" I replied. 

"OK," replied Nick, "let's go. What about you?" he asked Tony. 

Tony hesitated then shrugged, "Why not?" he asked. 

Without any further hesitation we left the bar and made our way to the lifts. Once in the lift I turned to Nick and kissed him. At the same time I reached out to stroke the front of Tony's jeans, feeling the rapidly developing bulge. 

The lift clicked open and we quickly made our way to Nick's room. Once inside, they were all over me. I let my dress be lifted off as I pawed at their clothing. In almost no time I found myself on all fours dressed only in my suspenders, stockings and high heels. Tony sat on the edge of Nick's bed, his erect dick in front of my face. I wasted no time. I ran my tongue up and down Tony's shaft and swirled it around the head. Then I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. As I slid my lips up and down along the length of his pole Nick grabbed me from behind. I spread my legs slightly and he thrust his dick into my waiting cunt. The force of Nick's thrust forced me forward, taking more of Tony's prick into my mouth. 

I was in heaven as I rocked back and forward, savouring the feeling of being filled at both ends. There's nothing quite like sucking on a nice juicy cock while another pounds in and out of your cunt. Nick stroked his cock forcefully in and out of my eager pussy as my mouth worked its way up and down Tony's shaft. Both men were making appreciative noises as they serviced me, although I was too lost in the sensations to make out what they were saying. 

Nick's cock ploughed into me from behind as I sucked happily on Tony's dick. My cunt gripped Nick's cock deep inside me as he plunged into me over and over again. A warm, tingling glow spread over me as I became aware of Nick's breathing becoming more and more laboured. Stabbing his cock deep into my cunt he yelled, "I'm cumming! Here it comes!" His cock erupted inside me, filling my cunt with his hot sperm. I sucked hard on Tony's dick as Nick pumped his load into me. 

As Nick slipped out of me, Tony pushed me away. "It's my turn to fuck your hot little cunt," he said as he got up and positioned himself behind me. Nick moved forward. "Lick me clean!" he demanded. "My pleasure," I replied and then took his still hard dick into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, hungrily lapping up the mixture of cum and my own moisture. Tony evidently didn't mind his 'sloppy seconds' as he thrust his prick into my quivering pussy. He gripped my hips as his dick slid easily in and out, Nick's cum and my own juices making my hole almost frictionless. 

I reached down to finger my clit as Tony stroked in and out. Nick moaned and murmured contentedly as my mouth slurped on his cock. Suddenly Tony exclaimed, "Fuck I cant hold on!" His cock thrust into my cunt once more and then began emptying his load into me, mixing his sperm with Nick's. 

He pulled out and, to my surprise, his cock was immediately replaced with another. I looked back to find Bryan, one of our IT consultants, behind me. I was even more surprised to see Mandy, on her hands and knees, licking Tony clean as Paul took her from behind. Gary was there too as well as a guy I hardly knew from accounts called Ross who was underneath Mandy. I suppose I shouldn't really have been surprised that in our rush to get down to business the door hadn't been closed properly. Apparently, Mandy had been heading up to Ross's room with Ross, Paul and Bryan (lucky girl!). When they'd passed our door they'd heard the noises emanating from within and had paused to take a peek at what was happening. Gary had just happened to be passing and had decided to join in. 

Nick moved out of the way and Gary sat on the bed in front of me. "Hello again," he said as he presented his dick to my still eager mouth. Behind me, Bryan rammed his cock into my cunt, stroking in and out with powerful thrusts. My cum laden pussy squelched satisfyingly as his cock pumped in and out. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could just make out Mandy, on all fours, simultaneously servicing the cocks of Paul, Ross and Tony. The sight was enough to tip me over the edge and I began to cum once again. my climax caused me to suck even harder on Nick's cock as he slid it in and out between my lips. The walls of my cunt contracted, milking Bryan's dick as he thrust in and out of my pussy. My jaw ached, my clit throbbed and my body shook uncontrollably as I surrendered myself to the sensations. 

I was so wrapped up in what I was feeling that I hardly noticed when Bryan's cock slipped from the confines of my well fucked cunt. Gary got off the bed and positioned himself underneath me. I slid back, impaling myself on his dick as Ross, who had clearly just shot his load into Mandy, moved in front of me. Cum still oozed from his prick and it glistened with Mandy's juices. I licked it eagerly as my hips moved up and down, Gary's cock being swallowed by my cunt with every stroke. Ross's dick began to come to life as I sucked Mandy's love juice from its length. 

Suddenly I remembered Bryan. He was still behind me and had been waiting for everyone else to get into place. His cock, well lubricated with my own moisture began to press against the tight entrance of my back passage. "Oooh!" I cried, Ross's dick slipping from my mouth as Bryan's slowly pushed into my arse. He began to pump in and out. Below me, Gary thrust into my cunt. His cock marking a counter beat with Bryan's. I took Ross's cock into my mouth once more and sucked hard as Bryan and Gary pounded into me from behind. 




The Office Party



It was all too much for me. Impaled as I was upon three hard cocks I came violently. My body shook as the sensations swept over me. I wanted to cry out but was prevented by Ross's cock as it slid back and forth between my lips. 

The tightness of my arse proved to much for Bryan. Even as my body trembled, he grabbed my hips and thrust deep into my back passage. His cock erupted, unleashing his sperm deep inside my bowels. I felt a sudden emptiness as he withdrew his cock. That sensation lasted only moments as I felt another thick cock force its way into my arsehole. I was too far gone to know who it belonged to and frankly I didn't care, I just gave myself up to the sensations as once again my three holes were filled. 

Ross began to moan. "Oh fuck,oh fuck, I can't... I ca...Ohhhh fuck!" he cried as his cock began pumping his sperm into my mouth. His cum dribbled down my chin but I didn't care. Ross moved away and I closed my eyes and gave vent to a long suppressed, lust filled moan as Gary and his unknown associate continued their relentless pounding of my cunt and arse. When I opened my eyes Mandy was kneeling in front of me. Below her was Nick and behind her Tony was clearly giving her arse a pounding. She leaned forward and kissed me then proceeded to lick Ross's cum from my face. Mandy's face was even more cum drenched than my own had been and I was soon returning the compliment. 

Without any warning Mandy leaned forward and began to lick my tits. That pushed me over the edge once more and I came again. Below me, Gary was groaning. "Adele, oh Adele. Here it comes!" He thrust deep and then released his cum inside me, adding his load to those that were already there. My cunt was tender after an evening of almost relentless fucking and I was almost relieved when at last he withdrew and crawled out from underneath me. 

Mandy licked and sucked my tits, an unknown cock still stroked in and out of my arse. I looked around. Nick and Tony were still fucking Mandy. Gary, Ross and Bryan leant against the bed watching the show. That meant the cock in my arse belonged to Paul. I cried out, "Oh yes! Fuck my arse! Oh Paul, fuck my arse!" He grabbed my hips and ploughed his thick, young cock in and out. His balls slapped against my enflamed labia with every thrust. I was aware of nothing but the feeling of Mandy's mouth on my tits, Paul's cock in my arse and the cum the was leaking from my well fucked pussy. 

My body began to shake, My womb contracted sending spasms of pleasure coursing through my body yet again. "Yesssss!" I cried as once again my body was wracked by a powerful climax. The feelings were so intense that I was unaware that Mandy had dispensed with Tony and Nick and had worked her way under me. As her tongue flicked over my clit Paul pushed his cock deep into my arse and added his load to that of Bryan's. 

As he pulled his cock from my tender arse I fell forward. Mandy's pussy was below my face and, automatically, my tongue flicked out to taste her pussy. Her body shuddered as my tongue lapped at her cunt. Her juices mingled with the cum of however many men had fucked her was intoxicating. I forgot my fatigue as I savoured my first taste of my friend's well fucked cunt. The noises emanating from Mandy told me that she was enjoying my pussy every bit as much as I was enjoying hers. 

I don't know which of us came first. All I can remember is the feeling of Mandy climaxing below me as my own final, toe curling orgasm ignited. As our bodies fell away from each other I was only vaguely aware of the guys standing over us, furiously pumping their dicks before drenching both of us in a shower of cum. We gently licked each other's faces and tits clean then shared a last, lingeringly passionate kiss. 

Sometime later, someone offered me a cigarette. I lit up and inhaled deeply, my body slowly beginning to recover as I let myself relax. Mandy still had her head resting on my shoulder. "I think it's time we made a move," I whispered to her. 

"Mmm," she replied dreamily. 

Almost reluctantly we finally got up and gathered up our clothes. We made a feeble attempt to make ourselves presentable again but, to be honest, neither of us really cared. We made our way back downstairs, leaning on each other for support, before getting a taxi back to my place. Whilst it had always been intended that Mandy would stay over with me that night, it had never been my intention that she would spend the night in my bed, it just happened. All I'll say is that even as tired as we both were, it was a long time before either of us got to sleep that night. 

All in all, it was the best night out I've ever had. As I said at the start, I don't regret what happened one little bit.



The Office Party



Thank you for the warm welcome and to those of you who asked here is my second posting.

Sandra stepped into the shower. She really didn’t want to go to the party. Brad had convinced her that it would be wonderful. He enjoyed these things but she looked at them as a waste of time. This party in particular because it was one to celebrate the merger of their two companies. The merger meant more stable business for the construction firm she worked for and solid package dealing capability for his architectural firm.

They had been seeing each other for 8 months now and she was getting bored with everything. That coupled with the idea of having to work with him did not sit well with her. She wanted some excitement in her life. Hell, she wanted some good sex. Tonight she was going to kick Brad to the curb and find something new, even if just for the night.

She showered and washed her hair and smiled to herself. She would wear that black dress and the thigh high stockings. She had a black lace bra and panty set that would be great since the bra pushed her breasts up nicely. Going to this party would be a good thing she decided. She dried off and decided on wearing Shalimar perfume because it smelled good on her. She dried her hair and decided that up and off her shoulders would be good. As she dressed she began to feel like a lioness on the prowl. It excited her and her nipples were getting hard.

The stockings felt good and looked even better. Being in construction had its advantages. All the walking and climbing gave her great legs. After she finished dressing she looked in the mirror at herself and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She looked GREAT. The dress hit her right above her knee and her hair pulled up and away from her face and shoulders showed off her long neck and smooth skin. This was going to be good she thought, real good.

She heard the doorbell and went to greet Brad. The look on his face let her know that she had done everything right. As they walked to the car she told him that they were over. He never said a word. She realized he was still in awe at her appearance. They drove to the party in silence. Brad didn’t speak till the Bellboy took the car and gave him the slip. “You look great,” he said. She smiled and retorted, “Too bad it is not for you.” He lost all color and followed behind her in shock.

As Sandra walked into the room, she grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the servers and surveyed the room. She noticed that it was getting quiet and smiled to herself as she realized that all eyes were on her.

Her boss walked up to her with three other men in tow. “Hello Sandra. I want to introduce you to a few of our new partners.” They all smiled at her and extended their hands for her to shake them. She nodded and accepted each one slowly. Making sure her hand touched theirs just so. Each of them was trying to compose himself as she turned and walked away. She proceeded to walk around the room greeting those she knew as she went.

Her crew stood in a corner smiling and as Sandra approached they all stopped talking and just looked at her as if they had never seen her before this moment. Her second, Jerry, was the first to speak. “And to what do we owe the honor?” “It would be too easy if I told you,” she said. They all shook their heads and a few of them tried to conceal the fact they were adjusting themselves. She made sure to give them a good show as she walked away.

Sandra noticed a lot of new faces in the crowd and a few she was sure she wanted to get to know better. She noticed Brad in a corner keeping to himself and watching her as she flirted with everyone she came close to. She new it bothered him and that made her even bolder in her pursuit. 

As the night went on, Sandra went looking for the ladies room, which ended up being down a long dim hall. As she walked she thought she felt someone behind her but every time she looked the hall was empty. She figured it was just from being in that crowded room too long and dismissed the feeling. She walked into the ladies room and realized she was the only one to use it. She noticed that it smelled very clean and was not very bright. As she came out of the stall the lights in the bathroom went out. She stopped and called out, “Is anyone there?” No one answered but she knew she was not alone. At that moment she heard the door lock and a slight fear came over her. She swallowed hard and tried to feel her way around the room. As she grabbed the vanity he grabbed her, one hand over her mouth and one around her body pinning her arms to her sides. She closed her eyes and had all kinds of thoughts running through her mind.

Sandra knew in her heart that she could get away if she tried. She was a strong woman after all. But something inside held here there. “I am not going to hurt you,” he said. She relaxed just a little with that knowledge but was still a little confused. “You have been strutting around this party all evening teasing every male in there as if they were your toys to play with,” he stated. This made her a little angry and she tried to pull away from him. He loosened his hold enough for her to get out of his arms but he still had her in his grip. She was facing him now but could not see his face because there wasn’t any light. She could feel the strength in him and that excited her. “I don’t tease,” she said. “I was flirting, just flirting that’s all. There is no harm in flirting is there?” she asked. She could feel the muscles in his legs and arms and he smelled so good. She began wondering did this turn him on, because it had her wet. He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. She pretended to be insulted and scared. “I came here with my boyfriend and if I am not out soon he will come looking for me.” “Well what would you like for him to find…you being fucked by another man perhaps?” he said with all confidence.

He pulled her in close and slowly unzipped her dress. She felt it fall and hit the floor. He kissed her as he unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts in his hands. He slowly circled her nipples with his tongue. She moaned softly. He slid her panties down. She felt him pick her up and sit her on the vanity pulling her panties off and spreading her legs wide. His fingers traced their way around her pussy lips, becoming wet from her juices. He moaned softly as her scent hit his nostrils. She reached for his belt urgently. She had his pants unbuttoned, unzipped and her hand inside his briefs in seconds. All the while he kissed her all over her neck and face, nibbled her ears and traced his tongue down her throat. As she released him from his briefs she was very pleased at the erection he had. This was going to be good.

She pulled him into her and as the head of his cock pushed into her she gasped at the pleasure filling her body. In one stoke he filled her. She could feel his balls hit her ass. She wanted this. This is what she was looking for. And it was good. Her mind was reeling as she felt him inside her. He was big and strong and she was letting go. She felt him deep inside her and wanted this to last forever. He took her without mercy and she loved every stroke. She could feel the pleasure building in her. Her release would come soon but she didn’t want it. She closed her eyes tight and moved her muscles for him. She listened to him being consumed by the passion created between them, which only increased her enjoyment of the moment. When she was ready to cum she let herself go with him and they shared that moment when their essences became one. He kissed her and she knew she would smell him for the rest of the night. As he pulled himself from her she groaned in disappointment. She was tired and spent. She wanted to protest but didn’t have it in her.

When she finally was able to gain her composure she asked, “ What is your name?” But it was quiet. He had left her sitting there on the vanity dripping of them. She jumped off and went to turn the lights back on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was flushed. She cleaned herself up and got dressed again. Then someone knocked on the door. “ Just a minute.” She called out. ‘I was just checking on you.” She realized it was Brad. She took another quick look in the mirror and came out of the ladies room. She looked at him as if he were of no consequence and walked back to the party, the stranger in the forefront of her mind.

As she scanned the room trying to see if she could figure out who he was her boss approached her with 8 other men in tow. Not right now she thought. But she smiled graciously. “Sandra, I wanted to introduce you to the new guys I just hired.” Her thoughts wondered but she did try to be polite. She heard their names and their responses. She was still managing to search the room until she heard his voice and looked up. He was one of the new foremen and his name was Kyle. She smiled at him and as their eyes met she knew that the night was only just beginning.



The Office Party



Kim switched lanes and decelerated quickly while her eyes searched for some sign to indicate which exit she was approaching. She hated driving in Jersey and avoided it whenever possible. Between convoluted roads, a state government that was too idiotic to place road signs and drivers who got their licenses from a cereal box she always ended up frazzled by the time she got where she was going. Her job required her to travel, but for the most part she only had to brave the rude drivers in New York. At least they knew how to mark exits in her adopted home state while here she was forced to go on a wing and a prayer most of the time.

She switched back into traffic and the big SUV accelerated smoothly. Kim flipped on the console light and leafed through the three-page print out from the computer. Thank god for the Internet, she though as she read through the step-by-step instructions. She slowed again at the next exit and finally found a sign that she could read, the exit number was wrong, but she could see the tall hotel already so she tossed her instructions into the passenger seat and exited. It still took her twenty minutes to get to the hotel, but she finally found her way into the parking lot. Snow was piled into miniature mountains and it took her a few minutes to find a space where the plows had been. The parking lot was full of cars with New York plates, many she recognized as friends and co-workers from her facility.

Kim grabbed both of her bags and climbed out of the big SUV. She was thankful that she had managed to get a room for the night, the annual party usually lasted well into the morning and she did not want to have to make the three-hour drive back home. She was also able to wear warm clothes on the drive down rather than her party dress. As she walked out of the lot the cold wind whipped and swirled around her and she was thankful for the thermals and her heavy coat. Her boots made scrunching sounds as she trudged through the knee-deep snow towards the hotel lobby. By the time she entered the sliding glass doors she felt like a Popsicle.

The lobby was filled people who were milling around or sitting in the comfortable chairs near the giant fireplace. The women wore everything from beautiful formal gowns to dresses that would have been more appropriate to a Manhattan strip club. Some of the men wore suits, but the vast majority wore jeans and button down shirts. Kim reached the front desk and handed the clerk her reservation, id and credit card. With her union discount the room was under 100$ for the night. The woman behind the counter gave her the room key and a small brochure with all of the hotel's amenities listed on it. Kim headed towards the elevators greeting friends as she went.

Kim rode the glass elevator up, watching the snow covered ground fall away beneath her. In the distance she could see the lights of the George Washington Bridge. Somewhere across that bridge her husband Burt was probably just now getting dressed to go to his company's office party. Burt was a successful lawyer and his firm always held their office party in a swank hotel in the city. Kim worked for the state and was never comfortable around his ritzy friends, she was much happier among the working class members of her union.

Seven years of marriage and two children had slowly killed their passion for one another. She woke up one day to realize her mother had been right, they really had nothing in common. The fact that they were going to be apart this new years, each with their friends caused her not an inconsiderable amount of anxiety. Burt seemed unaware of her restlessness and it only served to fire her growing anger and feeling that he simply took her for granted and paid her no mind most of the time. Arguments had become a daily occurrence with him and he had grown ever more distant over the last year. Time and again she had tried to spice up their love life and each failure to capture his interest became another blow to her self-esteem.

The elevator glided to a halt and Kim stepped off onto the 15th floor landing. It was beautifully decorated in marble tile and red carpets. Several tasteful landscapes in gilt frames were hung along the hallways that led off in opposite directions from the lobby. Kim found 1517 and slipped her key into the electronic lock. When the little light flashed green she opened the door and stepped in, carefully closing it behind her.

The room was beautiful and almost too tasteful for her liking. A chestnut armoire held a large television and game console with built in VCR. The queen bed had a soft green comforter that complimented the deeper green of the carpet and walls. A writing desk and comfortable looking recliner sat in front of the large plate glass window that made up one entire wall of the room. The view was magnificent, if you liked parking lots and air conditioners. What did you expect for a hundred bucks? she asked herself.

Nightstands on either side of the bed held lamps and writing pads along with a room service menu and phone book. On the table next to the recliner she found a bucket for ice and four glasses with paper tops. Kim sat her bags down and opened the door to the bathroom. It was finished in faux marble tile and beige walls with gilt molding. The tub was huge and she looked at it longingly, for the chill of the night was still on her.

Kim turned the brass handles and watched for a moment as steaming water began to fill the tub. She unwrapped one of the red bath beads and tossed it into the hot water before going to unpack. Kim carefully hung up the black dress she intended to wear and tossed her underwear and the clothes she planned to wear on the drive home into the middle drawer of the armoire. She carried her makeup bag and bathroom bag into the bathroom with a smile on her pretty face.

The small room was already full of steam and the delicious aroma of strawberries. Kim killed the water and retrieved her bath gel, squishy and shampoo from her bag and set them on the edge of the tub along with her razor and shaving cream. Kim eyed the luxurious bubbles with an expression that bordered on euphoria. She loved a hot bath and actually kept her health club membership for the Jacuzzi more than anything else. Something about the total relaxation of soaking in a hot bath always turned her on and made her feel sexy and refreshed.

Kim sat on the toilet and quickly pulled off her heavy boots and wool socks. The floor was damp and warm and felt good on her stiff feet. She pulled off the fleece top and thermal undershirt at once and peeled off the tight jeans she wore. Next her panties and thermal bottoms hit the floor and lastly her bra. The mirror was covered in steam so she didn't even have to look at her reflection before she turned back to the inviting tub.

The water was so hot it felt like her feet were on fire but she quickly squatted and sat down heavily. Her butt and lower back immediately began to itch from the hot water but she gripped the side of the tub and slowly laid back. As the warm water covered her body she felt the pins and needles sensation that preceded the deep relaxation she knew was coming. She felt the tension, the frustration of the drive down, and the remnants of the bone chilling cold melt away leaving her feeling utterly limp and content.

Kim soaked for over an hour until the water was only luke warm. She then lathered up her legs and carefully shaved them. Kim's legs were long and still muscular from her years of playing volleyball and since she planned on wearing stockings she wanted them to be as smooth as possible. Once done she let the water out of the tub and turned on the shower. Under the hot spray she shampooed her hair and thoroughly rinsed it before shaving her pits and washing herself once more with the bath cloth and soap the hotel provided.

She dried herself briskly before wrapping a towel around herself and another around her long dark hair. She walked out and layback on the bed, utterly relaxed and almost fell asleep right there. Unbidden the memory of the argument with her husband came back to her mind. He was so stubborn, insisting she come to his office party even when she tried to explain she would only be miserable there. When she flatly refused to give in to his cajoling he got all huffy and stormed out of the house. Twice during the day she almost called him at work and relented, but some spark had been touched off in her and she managed not to give in. She checked her cell phone and frowned, he had not even called to make sure she had arrived safely. For a reason she couldn't put her finger on that pissed her off even more. She thought of the papers she had asked her lawyer to draw up. How many times in the past year had she started the process only to chicken out? So many that she suspected Becky no longer even started the process when she called.

Becky Jones had been her father's Lawyer and now represented Kim and her sister anytime they needed legal council. She firmly believed Kim should leave Burt, but had never pushed her to do so. Becky and Burt had never gotten along and over the years they had become bitter antagonists. Burt had tried, unsuccessfully, to gain control of the trust funds her parents had set up for the kids. That fight had really been the one that had opened her eyes to how mean spirited and greedy Burt could be. He was a very selfish man; even his wanting her to come to his office party had an ulterior motive. He just wanted her there so he could show her off as his. His jealousy had flattered her at first, but over time it became old.

"It would serve him right if I met someone here tonight," she said aloud and then smiled. She knew that wasn't going to happen and he did too. She had been raised in a small town and the idea of having an affair was anathema. Her self- mocking smile faded into a frown as she realized he did know she wouldn't. It aggravated her to think he was so sure of his place. Well, maybe I will just show him, she though and then the smile returned. She knew she would never go through with it, but there were several available men here and she thought maybe some flirting would be good for her.

She grabbed her dryer and returned to the bathroom, the steam had cleared by now and she unwound the towel from her hair and began to dry it. Kim was almost done with her hair when her cell phone rang. She darted into the main room and grabbed it. She expected it to be Burt, but the number was her sister on Hoboken.

"Hey Cath," she said as she turned it on to answer.

"Hey sissy, just calling to make sure you made it all right,"

"Fine, just the usual crap. Is everything all right?"

"Sure is, Megan and Laura are out back with little Timmy and Bill. They are all having a blast on the trampoline,"

"Thanks for watching them for me,"

"No problem, you know I love them and so does Bill. Have a good time tonight, I will bring them home around six unless you get in earlier,"

Kim said goodbye and hung up. Cathy was so lucky to have a man like Bill. He was steady and easy going and the two of them had so much in common. Thinking of their happiness made her even more angry with her own situation and then she felt ashamed for not being happy her older sister was doing so well. She went to the dresser and took out a pale pink box. She debated for a moment and then tossed it on the bed. Returning to the bathroom she finished with her hair and removed the towel before looking at herself critically in the mirror.

She was thirty-seven now and her body was just beginning to show her age. Her legs were still long and well muscled but she had never managed to shed the last of the weight from having Megan. Her hips were wider than they had once been and her shapely ass was no longer tight, but had filled out to a shape that reminded her of an inverted heart. Her tummy was still flat, but she could no longer see the muscles that had once stood out under her skin. The two scars from her C- sections stood out pink against her skin, these had healed nicely, but were still visible. Her breasts had always been large for her five foot seven inch frame, but they no longer stood proudly out from her body. They did not sag yet, but seemed to sit on her chest rather than standing out. Her once pink nipples were now a dark reddish brown and were longer than she remembered. Her face was still pretty and the piercing blue eyes were just as bright, but she could see the first wrinkles around her mouth and eyes. Time is catching up with you, she thought. Rather than dwell on these thoughts she padded back into the bedroom and eyed the pink box again.

The clock showed she had less than an hour to get ready and she considered the box for the final time. Inside was a very racy bra and panty set with matching garter belt. The set had been her Christmas gift for Burt,another attempt on her part to spice up their love life, but as yet she had not worn it for him. She was still sore that he had not called and on a whim decided she would wear the set tonight. He was acting like a jackass and didn't deserve to see her in the set before she wore it she decided.

Kim opened the box and hesitated once more. Frustrated by her indecision she dumped the contents on the bed and threw the box across the room. The bra was a push-up model in jade green and trimmed with delicate black lace. Kim was surprised and pleased at the way it pulled her breasts up and made them stand out. The matching thong was also green and was so tiny it barely covered her pussy. The garterbelt was black, with two panels of green satin and matching ribbons over the garter clips. She rolled black stockings up her legs and attached them before standing up. She caught her reflection in the mirror on the closet door and smiled. She might be getting old, but she wasn't there yet and she knew she looked damned good. Still smiling she wiggled into the tight sheath dress and managed to zip it. She went and did her make up carefully and spritzed some of her perfume behind her ears and on her wrists and chest. Returning to the bedroom she donned her strappy five-inch black heels and put her id, some money, her compact and a few odds and ends into her little black handbag.

Walking down the hallway to the elevator she felt sexy and alive, the velvet dress hugged every curve and she knew she had a nice wiggle to her walk in the heels. There were several people in the elevator on the way down and all the men had their eyes on her. It felt good to be appreciated and she headed toward the check in table feeling better than she had in many months.

The union sure knew how to throw a party. Serving persons in tuxedos were stationed at tables all around the entrance to the ballroom. The food smelled delicious and Kim felt her tummy growl. There was a bar set up, but wine, coke or coffee were free with the meal. Kim filled her plate from the seafood table, shrimp, oysters and a lobster tail with a fillet of cod. She stopped at the bar and pondered, she really should get water. Soda was too full of sugar and she was trying to watch her weight. Wine on the other hand had a very strong effect on her, not only did she loose inhibitions quickly, but it also made her randy. She rarely drank it and then only with Burt when they planned on making love as soon as they got home. Remembering her promise to herself to try and flit and have fun she decided a single glass would do her a world of good. Taking one of the deep red goblets she made her way into the ballroom.

The ballroom was filled with people and tables. She recognized several people from work and spotted Theresa and Jinny at a table in the back. She maneuvered through the crowd and joined them. Theresa was a petite black woman in her mid thirties and the office secretary, she was also Kim's best friend in the world. She was married to a Hispanic man named Raoul, but seated next to her was a tall black man Kim recognized as her boyfriend David. Jinny was a petite blonde and also married. She was sitting alone, but her eyes were scanning the crowd and Kim felt sure she wouldn't be alone along. While she had never had an affair she knew that the party was generally a fuck-a-thon, and she did not hold it against her co-workers that they were not so faithful. Deep down she envied them both for the way they could have fun, have sex and not feel guilty at all.

Theresa stood up as she approached and gave her a big hug.

"Hey girl, glad you made it," she said excitedly. Her breath smelled like wine and Kim felt pretty sure that Theresa was already feeling no pain. "You know David right?" she said while pointing to him.

The tall man stood and wrapped Kim up in a hug. Kim felt her breath catch in her throat, David was such a powerful, elemental man and he always made her feel small and helpless. Jinny smiled and waved but did not rise as Kim sat down.

"Hey Kimmy, where's Burt?" she asked between bites of her filet of sole.

"He didn't come," Kim said taking a sip of the rich red wine.

"You mean you're here alone?" David asked in his deep rumbling bass.

Before she could answer several more of her co-workers showed up and after rounds of happy new years the table was full. Conversation was brisk and everyone seemed to be feeling good. Kim was scanning the crowd for people she knew when her eyes stopped on someone in a tux.

It took her a moment to realize it was a woman. She was tall, easily as tall as David and she was big. Not fat, but big boned with wide shoulders and a heavy musculature. She wore a tuxedo that must have been tailored to fit and had short blonde hair, close cropped to her skull. Her face was rugged and she wore no make up, only her massive chest and wide hips gave away that she was a woman.

Kim was staring and was about to move on when the woman seemed to feel eyes upon her and looked directly at Kim. Her eyes were a piercing gray that seemed to hold the smaller woman's. She stared intently at Kim for a few moments, as if trying to remember her and then smiled and nodded. Kim felt a blush rise to her cheeks and quickly looked away, she took another gulp of her wine and looked furtively about the table to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had.

The food was delicious and Kim finished her wine and most of the plate of food. She left the empty goblet before her, intending to get some water when she went to get more shrimp. David returned from the bar with a second glass and placed it before her as he handed Theresa a goblet. Why not? she though as she took another sip, it was cold and very heady, but she wasn't feeling anything from the first glass so she finished this one as she ate.

People continually stopped and spoke to people they knew at the table and Kim got some very hot looks from some of the guys there. The waiters came and took all the plates away and began filling coffee cups. The hubbub of conversation died down as the speakers took the podium. Kim took the opportunity to retire to the smoking room; she hated the long boring speeches.

The smoking lounge was a small room behind the bar. Where the dining room was elegance the lounge was plain and dingy. Small round tables with metal folding chairs and cheap metal ashtrays. The carpet was beige and stained and the paneling looked to be older than she was. Kim spotted Dan Fishburn and his wife Monica and sat down at the table with them.

"Kim, have you met Monica?"

"Yes, hello Monica, how are you?"

"Bored to tears, I can't wait for the speeches to be done and for the band to crank up," the dark headed woman said. She was taller than Kim, but heavier and her dress was baggy hiding her figure. Monica was known as one of the most jealous of the wives and Kim made sure she sat well away from Dan. Dan excused himself to go to the restroom and Kim felt a little awkward sitting there with Monica. The brunette was chain smoking and killed her drink off in a single swallow. Monica worked in accounting and was perhaps the biggest bitch working for the state of New York. Everyone hated her, although she had only been rude to Kim on a couple of occasions.




The Office Party



"I'm for the bar, what are you drinking?'

"Wine," Kim responded instantly. Kim took a deep drag on her cigarette and relaxed. She hoped Dan would be back before Monica retuned. He was usually able to keep her inline, but left to her own devices she was a rude and bitter woman and she made Kim nervous. As Kim was lighting a second cigarette she noticed the woman she had seen before stride into the lounge. Two other women were with her and they took a table behind Kim. One of the girls wore jeans and a sweater along with black work boots. The other wore a tacky black pantsuit with a hot pink blouse. Kim turned back to the other door but she felt eyes on her and turned. The big woman was staring at her with an enigmatic smile. As Kim watched the woman's eyes traveled slowly down her body and back to her face.

The smile remained and Kim could not seem to break eye contact, she was relieved when Monica returned for it seemed to her that the big woman was about to get up and approach her.

"One wine, drink up dearie," Monica said. Her voice slurred slightly and Kim realized she was already drunk. Dan was a very nice fellow and Kim along with most of the girls often wondered how he ended up with someone as nasty and bitchy as Monica.

"Uh oh, better be careful, looks like Theodore is checking you out," Monica said as she lit another cigarette.

"Theodore?" Kim said glancing around the room but the only men she saw seemed to be with someone or conversing among themselves.

"Inside joke, Theodora is her real name, that big assed dyke sitting behind you,"

"Oh," Kim exclaimed and took a big swallow of her wine. Monica laughed and leaned closer, "She and the two dykes with her all work at the water treatment plant over by Roberto Clemente. She's a real butch and she really goes for little femmes like you, be careful,"

"I would never!" Kim protested but Monica only laughed.

"That's what you say now, but she has a way with bored wives. You would be surprised how many girls in that ball room have been in her bed,"

Dan returned and sat down and Monica immediately launched into a long whining rant about he wasn't paying her any attention. As sorry as she felt for him she was very happy to have Monica's attention on someone else, the woman gave her the creeps. Kim snuffed out her cigarette and stood. She smoothed out her dress before saying goodbye to Dan and Monica. When she turned the big woman was staring at her with a hungry expression and Kim felt those eyes on her back all the way out of the room.

The presentations were still going on when she returned to the table. Kim felt warm and her face was flushed. She wanted to believe it was the wine, but she knew at least part of it was that hungry look. It had been a long time since anyone gave her one of those and she had forgotten how they could stir her.

Jinny was sitting with Bryant now, one of David's friends from the cooking staff. He was darker than David, but less tall and where David was quiet and intense, Bryant was always ready with a joke and a smile. Kim finished her third glass of wine and felt herself getting a little giggly and giddy. David seemed to know when she was almost out of wine and returned from the bar with something stronger for himself and Theresa and another glass of wine for Kim.

The seemingly endless presentations came to a close and the house lights came down as the band took the stage. The first song was a hit from the eighties and soon the dance floor filled. Jinny dragged Bryant to the floor while David and Theresa laughed.

"Poor Bry, he has no idea what he is getting himself into," David said chuckling.

"You got that right, her husband is an upstate redneck from hell," Theresa added.

Kim laughed with them and they all watched the dance floor. Jinny was soon tightly in Bryant's arms and they were grinding against one another like high school kids at prom. When the song ended and another one began Theresa stood up and took David's hand and pulled him out onto the floor. Soon the table was empty except for Kim. Deciding she wanted another cigarette she finished off her wine in a gulp and sauntered out past the bar and into the lounge. Now that the band was playing the room was pretty empty and she took a corner table where she could watch both doors.

An older couple was sitting at the far table and as she watched a group from the janitorial staff came in. She said hi to the guys and they pulled up a table near hers. She watched as Big Ed pulled out a joint and lit it. The janitorial staff was infamous for their drug use, but they were all very nice guys and more than once Ed had bailed her out when her car wouldn't start or when it snowed so much she couldn't get home. As others lit up Bernie made a bar run and returned with several beers and a goblet of wine for Kim. Her head was spinning a little and she knew she didn't need anymore, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to say no and accepted it.

Kim smoked her cigarette and politely declined when John tired to pass her a doobie. Even without actually taking a drag she could feel herself getting a contact hi. Or maybe it was the wine, whichever it was she didn't really care. She felt light as a feather and carefree. When the guys had finished smoking they all went back to the dance floor. Kim got unsteadily to her feet and walked back into the dining room. David and Theresa were back at the table along with some others.

"Where you been girl?" Theresa asked. Rather than speak Kim just mimed smoking. Kim could feel the wine hitting her and the pot too. The pot made her very light headed, while the wine was beginning to produce a warm feeling in her tummy and groin. The band switched from the slow song they were playing to another wild one and everyone at the table jumped up and almost ran to the floor. Someone caught her hand and she was dragged along with them. Everyone was bouncing around and dancing and Kim joined in, although she usually refused to dance because she felt so awkward on the floor. Now she was loose and joined in happily, bumping and grinding along with the rest of her friends. She felt a hand brush her ass and whipped her head around, but the people behind her were all swaying wildly and none were facing her. The group was all women and Theodora was among them as well as the other two Monica had warned her about.

Kim turned back to her friends with a shrug, she was mildly disappointed for some reason, almost as if she had been hoping it was one of them men in the office she liked. She danced along with them till the song ended and everyone clapped as the band took it's first break. The DJ immediately cranked up some hip-hop tune Kim had never heard before and she left the floor with Theresa and Jinny. As she was leaving the floor she felt eyes on her again, rather than turn and see who it was who added a little wiggle to her walk. What harm could there be in that? she asked herself.

At the table there was a fresh goblet of wine at her seat and a single red rose. Kim was rather confused by that and looked around wondering if perhaps Burt had relented and come but she saw no sign of him.

"Who's that come from?" Jinny asked.

All eyes turned to Kim and she blushed as she stammered, "I don't know,"

"Oh, our little Kimmy has an admirer and poor Burt is away," Theresa said and laughed.

"Yeah, and she's half lit already, maybe this is the year she lets her hair down," Jinny added.

"Hair down and skirt up," David added with a toothy grin.

Kim blushed crimson as the ribbing continued. She took another drink of wine to cover her embarrassment. She could feel the cool satin of her bra on her nipples and was aware that they had become stiff. Rather than face another round of jokes she blurted out "I'm going to get another cigarette," and hurried from the room.

The smoking lounge was empty and she took the same table she had before. A woman in the hotel's livery came by and emptied her ashtray as well as taking away several empty beer bottles. Kim was just beginning to relax and had taken a deep drag of her cigarette when Monica stumbled in.

Kim wanted to avoid the woman, but there was nowhere to go. She was steeling herself for another "chat" but Monica collapsed into the first chair she came to. Kim's foggy brain finally grasped that the lights had been turned down in the room and sitting quietly in her corner only the glow from her cigarette would give her away. Monica seemed dead to the world and Kim slowly let out her breath when Theodora and her two companions strolled in.

"Well, well, well, well, well, what have we here?" the one in the pants suit said.

"If it isn't Monica Fishburn, the wicked witch of accounting," the other said laughing.

The three sat down at the table, but Monica made no sign that she was aware she had company. The woman in the pants suit nudged her, none to gently, but Monica only groaned and swatted feebly at her hand. All three laughed and the woman nudged her again.

"Leave me alone," Monica snarled as she looked at them through bleary eyes. Kim watched as the one in the jeans reached under the table and carefully pulled up Monica's skirt. Kim saw the pale expanse of Monica's thigh and the bright red of her panties. The one in the pants suit smirked and caught the hem of Monica's skirt on that side and in seconds her skirt was bunched at her waist.

The one in jeans moved her hand to the older woman's crotch and began to massage it. Monica groaned and looked up again.The one in the pants suit reached over and undid the top button of Monica's dress.

Kim expected Monica to go ballistic, but she only stared ahead with glassy eyes. When the girl got her dress open to her waist she pulled it back to reveal a pretty red bra. She wasted no time in grasping Monica's full breasts and beginning to massage them.

"Stop it," Monica said in a breathless voice.

"Shut up cunt," the one in jeans said.

"At least she remembered to wear red for you Carly," the other said as she roughly handled Monica's breasts.

"Yeah, that was sweet of you," the girl in jeans said staring into Monica's face. Kim was transfixed, she couldn't tear her eyes away from what was happening. She knew the office party usually got out of hand, but this seemed way over the top.

The girl in jeans continued to masturbate Monica and stare into her eyes. Monica moaned softly and closed her eyes and the butch leaned in and kissed her. Monica's hands twined around the girl's shoulders and she humped herself against the girl's hand.

"Sorry to leave ya Theo, but me and Jess are going to take this hot bitch up to my room and fuck her till she can't walk,"

Theo took a sip of her beer and then smiled, "Have fun. Give her an extra one for me,"

The two butches stood and pulled Monica to her feet. They steadied her between them and half walked half lead her away. Kim was in shock, she was unsure of what was happening and totally unsure of what to do about it, if she should do anything at all. She felt even more sorry for poor Dan, but deep down she had to wonder if maybe Monica was such a bitch because she was gay and couldn't deal with it. One thing was for sure; if she ever needed anything from accounting she would no longer have to beg for it.

Theo finished her cigarette and thoughtfully lit another. Kim was afraid to move, but the big woman seemed to take no notice of her. Theodora finished her cigarette and then started out of the lounge, she stopped at the door and stared at Kim for a long moment before she vanished from view. Kim's brain was very foggy and she decided a minute or two in the cold air would clear it. She was wired and horny from the wine and the strange events in the room echoed through her mind repeatedly. She had a cigarette while outside then returned to her table in the ballroom. No one was at her table but she had barely sat down when Dan came up and took a seat.

"Kim, have you seen Monica?" he asked.

"No," she said automatically. She could not imagine telling her friend that his wife was upstairs by now with two other women. She wanted to believe it was a dream, but a quick glance to Theodora's table showed the big woman sitting alone. Her two friends were nowhere in sight.

"It happens every year," Dan said shaking his head, "I thought she was fucking big Ed, but he is still over at the table with his cronies,"

"Do you think she is cheating on you?" Kim asked.

Dan laughed deeply, "I know she's cheating on me, I just can't figure out with who. It's no biggie, Monica and I haven't had sex in several years. Now that she's gone I am going to try to hook up with the new girl from records. Have a safe and happy New Year, Kim," he said as he rose and walked off.

Kim had known in a vague sort of way that her office was a hot bed of affairs. She never bothered to find out who was with whom and avoided the juicy gossip. This surprised her though; it was more like a soap opera than she could have imagined.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep, but pleasantly modulated feminine voice said behind her. Kim didn't have to turn around to know who it was, the voice was strong and it would without a doubt perfectly fit the body. Kim started to say yes, but hesitated and in that moment of hesitation she lost her chance to stop anything from happening.

Theodora pulled the empty chair close to her and sat down. From a distance she had appeared to be very big, but up close she was absolutely dominating. Kim turned slightly and those piercing eyes captured hers. She wanted to turn away, but she was powerless. The wine was kicking and having someone so powerful so close caused her heart to start beating a little faster.

"My name is Theo, what's yours?'

"Kimberly,"

"Hello Kimberly, are you having a good time?"

"Yes, it's been a lot of fun,"

"Are you with someone?" the big woman asked.

"No, my husband couldn't make it," Kim said, emphasizing the word husband.

"That's a shame, no man should leave a woman as beautiful as you alone with these horn dogs," Theo said. Despite her misgivings Kim smiled. How long had it been since Burt told her she was beautiful? How long since someone had complimented her? She realized the wine was working and that she would have to be very careful. She was randy as a cat in heat now and this woman was putting out all the right vibes. Never in her life had she considered cheating on Burt, much less cheating with another woman but there was a heat in her pussy that was making itself felt.

"Thank you," Kim managed. Her mouth was dry and she reached for her goblet only to find it empty. Before she could do anything Theo stood up and said, "Let me get you something,"

Kim watched the big woman move towards the door. She was very large, very powerful, but she moved with a fluid grace that was impressive. Kim looked around the room, hoping that she could spot Theresa or Jinny, anyone who was sitting at the table, but the dance floor was packed and everyone was screaming out the words to Y.M.C.A. as the band played. The wait staff had passed out little sailor hats as well as fireman, policeman and Indian headdresses. Everyone was laughing and dancing and Kim suddenly felt very alone.

"Here you go," Theo said as she handed Kim a goblet of wine, their fingers brushed and Kim felt a stab of excitement. She was tipsy, and it had been a very long time, but she knew that touch had been no accident.

"I hope you liked the rose," Theo said, again capturing Kim's eyes with her own.

"You? But why?" Kim blurted out.

"You seemed lonely and you really are quite beautiful. I got it from the gift shop, I though it would make you feel special,"

Kim was touched. Burt had never done anything as thoughtful and she felt her eyes getting misty. Woman or not, it had been a very sweet gesture and Kim almost automatically hugged the big woman. "Thank you," she whispered.

Theo blushed slightly and seemed at a loss for words. The song came to an end and the band announced a fifteen-minute break. Theo stood up and Kim was again shocked at the sheer size of the woman. She had to be over six foot five.

"Well, have a good evening, your friends will be coming back and I wouldn't want to embarrass you,"

Kim watched as Theo walked back to her table and sat down. No one else was sitting at the table and Kim kept stealing glances even after Theresa and David and Jinny and Bryant sat back down.

"Whew," Theresa said as fanned herself. David stood almost as if on cue and asked if he could get anyone else anything. Once he departed the conversation began but Kim found herself looking at the table where Theo sat alone. The big woman seemed so lonely, so forlorn and Kim's heart went out to her.

"Kim?. Kim?. Kimberly?!"

"What?" Kim said as her attention snapped back to the table.

"What is wrong with you girl? You were off in your own little world," Theresa said and laughed.

"I'm sorry, I was."

"I know what you were doing hunny. Don't just sit there, invite her to join us," Theresa said in a soft voice.

"But she."

"You don't have to tell me about Theo, darlin. I have known her for several years and she's good people,"

Kim smiled unsurely and started to stand but sat back down. She had no idea what she would say, and even less idea what she should do. She didn't want the woman to be alone while surrounded by so many people, but she didn't want to lead her on either. She had no intention of doing anything with the woman...or did she. She massaged her eyes and tried to clear her head.

"Go on," Theresa said soothingly.

Kim nodded and stood up, she walked hesitantly over to the table, but her courage failed her and she was caught in the moment of indecision when Theo turned around. Their eyes met again and Kim felt a stab of excitement deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Yes?" the big butch said in a very gentle voice.

"I...well you look...I mean.." Kim stammered. The big woman held her eyes but said nothing. Kim swallowed hard and blurted out, "Why don't you come join us at our table?"

The big woman chuckled and smiled, Kim realized her face was pretty, in a mannish sort of way.

"Thank you, but I really don't think you know what you would be letting yourself in for,"

"I don't want you to be sitting here alone. Please?"

"Kimberly."

"Kim, please call me Kim," the small woman interjected.

"All right Kim. I suppose you realize it, but I'm a lesbian. Everyone knows it and if I return to the table with you, even if we don't even speak to one another, you are going to end up in the rumor mill. Are you sure you want to deal with that?"

Kim bit her tongue and thought. She had avoided the rumor mill for all of her seven years on the job. Not once had she ever done anything that anyone could say anything about. While she did not want to start now, she also did not want to leave this woman sitting alone. Let em talk, she thought and then tried to put her feelings into words.

"Let them talk," she said. Theo smiled again and stood up, Kim just could not get over the woman's size and aura of power. They walked back to the table and Kim felt as if every eye in the ballroom was upon them. Theresa stood up and gave the big woman a hug and peck on the cheek.

"Hey big Tee," she said

"Hey little Tee, how are the kids?" Theo said as she sat down next to Kim. Kim expected everyone to be staring at her, but no one seemed to pay her any more attention than usual, she slowly relaxed as the conversation went on. Apparently Theo knew most of the people at the table and no one seemed to think anything of Kim inviting her to join them.

After a while the band returned and people began to move off to the dance floor. Kim felt the sudden urge for a cigarette.

"Do you feel like dancing?" Theo asked her.

"Not right now, I think I am going to get a cigarette,"




The Office Party



"I'll go with you," the big woman said as she stood up and offered Kim her hand. Kim started off towards the smoking room and she felt the big woman behind her. People seemed to move out of her way and it was a comforting feeling to have the big woman with her, even though she was not sure why.

Kim found the lounge pretty full, but her table in the corner was still empty. She made her way there and was about to be seated when Theo pulled the chair out and held it for her. Once she was seated she pulled out a cigarette but before she could find her lighter Theo flicked out a Zippo and held the flame for her. Kim saw and felt several sets of eyes on her, but somehow that did not matter and she inhaled deeply, relaxing as the smoke filled her lungs. Theo smoked clove cigarettes and after lighting hers she put away the Zippo and sat back contentedly.

The hubbub of conversation continued in the room and Kim began to relax too. After a few thoughtful drags Theo looked at her and said, "Thank you for inviting me to the table, but why did you do it?"

Kim was feeling the wine seriously now and started talking without considering what she said, "Well, you were so nice to me and you looked so lonely. I didn't want you to be by yourself and I knew your friends were gone,"

Theo chuckled to herself, "so that was you in the corner?"

Kim blushed again and nodded. The scene returned to her mind, the look of ecstasy on Monica's face and the two girls working her over.

"I had no idea what to say." Kim said at last.

"There was nothing to say. Monica is such a bitch, but she really digs Carly and Jess. They have been banging her for a couple of years now. Not just at the party, sometimes in the supply room and on any weekend when her husband is out of town,"

Kim shook her head in disbelief. Partially at what the big butch was saying, but more because she could speak so casually about it. Kim knew she was blushing like mad and felt suddenly very small and awkward. She finished her cigarette andlit another.

The lounge had emptied out and she suddenly found herself alone with the big butch. Kim felt excited and nervous, her heart was pounding and her breathing was shallow. She was half afraid the big woman would try something and even more afraid she wouldn't. Kim could not rationalize her mixed up emotions and couldn't think very clearly. The blood was pounding in her temples and her nipples were so stiff they ached. She knew that was the wine, or at least she tried hard to convince herself it was.

Theo was watching her closely and as she slowly stood Kim felt like she was in a dream, watching herself but unable to act. Theo stood in front of her and then hesitantly lowered her head. Kim had always closed her eyes when she kissed, but Theo's eyes held hers and she watched as the woman's lips came closer and closer. It isn't cheating, it's only a kiss she told herself, but she still jumped slightly when Theo's lips touched her own. Kim had expected just a peck, the kind of thing she often did with her friends when meeting or parting, but she was startled when she felt Theo's warm tongue slide slowly along her lower lip.

The caress was electric and her overly stimulated body responded at once, her lips parting of their own accord. Before Kim fully grasped what was happening the butch's lips had sealed her own and her tongue had forced it's way into Kim's mouth. The kiss was searing, breathtakingly intense and Kim's tongue responded by twining with Theo's. Kim's rational mind couldn't believe she was doing this, but her body had no doubts and as the kiss lengthened she felt herself becoming damp with excitement. No one had ever kissed her like this, in all of her 37 years no one had so gently, but thoroughly ravaged her mouth. When Theo broke the kiss Kim found herself panting. Every nerve ending in her small body was screaming for more and it was only with great effort that she managed to calm herself.

Theo was staring into her eyes now; it felt like those gray eyes were boring into her, tearing through every defense she had to expose her innermost feelings. Kim was saved from anything further by the arrival of several people. They were all drunk and singing off key, but Kim hardly noticed. She was just now getting over the burning intensity of that kiss.

"We had better get back," Theo said huskily. Kim nodded dumbly as Theo took her hand and led her out of the lounge and back to the ballroom. Everyone at the table was on the dance floor and rather than take her back to the table Theo led her onto the floor. Theo danced well, but Kim just moved with the music. Her inhibitions were gone and she did not care if she looked like an idiot, she gyrated to the thrumming base line and wiggled her hips. The song came to an end and the house lights went down.

"This is for all the couples out there," the lead singer said in a hoarse voice and the band began a slow love ballad. Many people left the floor and Kim was about to when Theo's strong arms slipped around her waist and pulled her close. Kim stiffened and started to pull away, but Theo's big hands were warm and gentle. Why the hell not? she thought. Burt had not touched her so gently in months and it served the asshole right. Or was that the wine talking?

Theo was very tall and Kim could not get her arms comfortably around the taller woman's shoulders so she placed her arms on the big woman's triceps. Theo lead and Kim followed, she found the big woman's grace amazing and the closeness of her body sent shocks into Kim. Theo's eyes held hers as they moved around the floor and Kim suddenly realized this wasn't a joke, it wasn't just flirting, she was dangerously close to giving in to this masterful woman. The realization should have shocked her or at least made her nervous, but instead it only made her feel content. She had not felt wanted in a very long time and now she was very flattered. Nothing could come of it of course, but it was nice. When the song ended they returned to the table. Theo sat in Kim's chair and before the tipsy wife could do anything Theo pulled her down onto her lap. The big woman's arms twined about her waist and gently squeezed producing a mild spasm of pleasure. No one at the table did more than smile at them and Kim relaxed leaning back against Theo's hard body.

When the band started it's last set Kim noticed that Jinny and Bryant were gone. She started to say something when Theresa spoke.

"I hope you ladies will excuse us, but it's getting late," she said glancing meaningfully at David.

Realizing that she would be left alone with the big butch Kim spoke quickly, "That's all right, I need to be going too,"

"I though you had a room?" Theresa said.

"I do, but it's late and I have to drive back tomorrow," she said as she stood and hugged Theresa. After hugging David she turned to Theo and started to say goodnight, but the big butch spoke first.

"I'll escort you up to your room, I am staying the night too," she said. Kim could see no way out of it and nodded. They all made their way out and towards the lobby.

A lot of people were leaving and the line for coat check was already very long. They left Theresa and David there and made their way to the elevator bank. When one opened it was empty and Theo stepped in followed by Kim. Theo punched 26 and Kim said, "I'm on the 15th floor,"

Theo said nothing, but turned as soon as the door closed and captured Kim's eyes with her own. Before the startled woman could move the big butch wrapped her arms around Kim and pressed her back against the glass. Kim's body reacted before her mind could grasp what was happening. Her lips parted and Theo's tongue stabbed into her mouth. Her arms went around the big butch's shoulders and she hugged her tightly, standing on her tip toes. Theo's hands shot to the hem of Kim's dress and pulled it up past her waist, while her thigh forced it's way between Kim's legs and pressed insistently against her mound. The cold glass on her naked cheeks sent a thrill through her, but it was scarcely as powerful as the burning heat of the big woman's thigh.

This can't be happening, Kim though fleetingly, but her body was on fire and the big woman seemed to know it. She pressed her advantage, kissing harder as a hand traveled up over Kim's hip to gently cup her left breast. Kim groaned into the big woman's mouth as Theo's questing fingers found her stiff nipple and gently squeezed. Her pelvis humped reflexively against Theo's thigh causing sparks to shoot through Kim's nervous system.

Theo's mouth moved from Kim's lips to her throat and began to nibble and lick. Kim tried to say something but the second her mouth opened a soft moan escaped. This seemed to drive Theo wild and she nipped Kim's collarbone, which caused her to gasp.

The elevator slid noiselessly to a stop and the door slid open with a soft hiss. Theo drew back and stared at Kim for a moment before taking her hand and leading her down the hall. I've got to stop this, Kim's rational mind screamed, but it was a tiny voice that was easily drowned out by the raging need she felt. Theo stopped before a door and reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve her key. Once the door was open she scooped Kim up into her arms and carried her into the room.

Kim had the impression of opulence that made her own room seem mean by comparison before Theo deposited her gently on the bed and then fell atop her. Her lips again sought Kim's and again as if by magic Kim's parted and allowed the other woman's tongue to gain entry. Theo was a very big woman and very solid, her weight was easily more than Burt's and Kim felt crushed beneath her. This only served to fan the flames burning in her stomach and she kissed the big woman back fiercely.

When Theo finally broke the kiss she rolled over carrying Kim with her. Kim found herself astride the big woman and staring down into her face. Theo was watching her carefully, but made no move to hold her there.

"This is your last chance to stop Kim, if you kiss me again I am going to fuck you like no man has ever done,"

Time had run out for Kim. Her mind reeled as all of the conflicting thoughts, emotions and needs warred within her. For a moment she felt as if she would pass out, then time seemed to stop and she found that she was mentally arguing with herself.

"You can't do this to Burt,"

"Why the fuck not? The lousy prick hasn't even called to see if I am alive,"

"Think of the kids,"

"This has nothing to do with them, nothing at all,"

"For gods sake, snap out of it, you are lying in bed with another woman!"

"Yes I am, a woman who has made me feel good about myself for the first time in months,"

"The wine has just made you horny, get up and go back to your room. You brought your viberator, you can take care of yourself and you won't regret it in the morning."

"And why will I regret it if I don't leave?"

Try as she might she found no answer to that question. Kim had not had a homosexual experience since her college days, but in a crystal clear instant she realized she was attracted to Theo. From the instant she had laid eyes on the big woman she had felt it. Time returned to its normal flow, Theo was still staring at her.

"I don't know what to do,"

"Just relax baby, momma's going to make it all better," the big woman murmured and drew Kim down to her.

When their lips touched Kim's mind made it's final rebellion, but it was only a whimper and her lips parted to the gentle pressure of the big woman's tongue. Theo's tongue was thicker than Kim's and filled her mouth, but the butch was conscious of the fact and made sure she didn't cause the smaller woman any discomfort. Kim felt Theo's hands slide down to the small of her back and then up the gentle slope of her ass until the big woman's hands were kneading her cheeks. Kim was battling the big woman's tongue with her own when she felt Theo's hands clench and then cool air on her butt. Once her skirt was out of the way the big hands engulfed her cheeks. Theo's broad hands were very strong and the skin was rough, but she was incredibly gentle and her kneading and stroking stoked the desire in Kim's body.

Theo was unhurried and her hands seemed tireless as they squeezed and stroked, her tongue was very active in Kim's mouth and the smaller woman felt her desire peaking. When she broke the kiss and sat up on her knees she was panting again. Theo's hands settled on her hips and the big woman was smiling, but Kim could see her breathing was a little ragged as well.

"Damn, you are a hot little number, what the fuck was your husband thinking to let you go out alone?"

Kim giggled and replied, "He knows I would never cheat on him,"

Theo burst out laughing. When she mastered her mirth she said, "What a fool, hop up and let me get out of this monkey suit,"

Kim scrambled up and held out her hands to help Theo up. The big woman stood and then turned, trapping Kim between the bed and herself. She placed her hands on Kim's shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her back onto the bed. She took off her jacket and went to hang it in the closet and Kim's eyes followed her the whole way. Theo kicked her shoes off and removed her cufflinks, tie and cummerbund. The white shirt was stretched out to hold in her large breasts and Kim found herself wondering what they looked like. Theo removed the pants to reveal that she wore black silk boxers. She opened the nightstand and removed a black bag and said, "Why don't you fix us a drink?" as she turned towards the bathroom.

Theo seemed to think of something else and stopped, she turned back and picked up the remote control from the nightstand and hit play before walking back and disappearing into the bathroom.

Kim looked around the room in wonder. The bed was king sized and had a dark blue comforter on it. The carpet in this room was a deep white shag, and the walls were a light blue, with dark trim. There was a wet bar and the view from the big picture window was magnificent. She could see the entire New York skyline.

"What do you take?' Kim called as she moved towards the bar.

"Scotch, neat," the disembodied voice floated back to her from the bathroom. Kim made a drink for herself and another for Theo before moving back to the bed. It was only when she sat back down that the television caught her attention. On the screen two leggy blondes were engaged in a hot sixty-nine. Kim watched fascinated, feeling herself becomingexcited. Kim had not watched a porno in several years and the theatrical moans and shrieks usually caused her to laugh, but this time they seemed genuine and only added to the fire in her tummy.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she whispered outloud. Fear and doubt suddenly welled up in Kim's chest and she considered jumping up and sneaking out before Theo was done in the bathroom, but with the uncanny timing she had displayed all night Theo chose that very moment to return.

Theo was naked to the waist, wearing only her boxers now. Kim could see that she also wore something bulky under them, but she really had no time to ponder. Theo's body took her breath away. Theo's legs were solid and Kim could see the muscles rippling under her skin as she walked. Her thighs huge and powerfully muscled, Kim could only imagine how strong the woman must be. Her belly was flat and the abs stood out in relief under her tanned skin. Her shoulders were wide and her arms were heavily muscled, making Burt's seem like toothpicks in comparison. Her breasts were nothing short of amazing, larger than any Kim had ever seen, they were firm and stood proudly away from Theo's deep chest. The aureoles were as big as coasters and the tiny nipples were almost lost in them.

Theo smiled and caught both of Kim's hands, pulling her up to a standing position. Her long arms went around the smaller woman and they kissed again. This kiss was different, more urgent and powerful. Theo's tongue thrust into Kim's mouth and back out, then thrust in again. Kim could do nothing but try to suck on the probing tongue and her jaw worked as she tried to capture it. She felt Theo's hands move to her neck and in the unnatural quiet of the room her zipper coming down was very loud.

Theo's hands slipped inside the dress and then came back up, fingernails grazing her back. Kim arched her back and groaned into Theo's mouth. The big hands captured the two halves of Kim's dress and gently tugged them forward and down. When Kim realized she was about to be unclothed she felt panic rise in her, but Theo seemed to know exactly what she was feeling. The big butch gently bit her lower lip and her tongue danced over it as she continued to tug the dress down. With her lip thus imprisoned Kim was unable to voice a protest, and Theo's tongue dancing sensuously along it kept the fire of Kim's desire stronger than her native fear. Kim felt the dress catch at her hips, and surrendering totally she wiggled her hips to facilitate it moving lower. The soft material fluttered to the floor in a pile at her feet.

Theo released her lip and placing her big hands on Kim's shoulders she leaned back and her eyes drank in the smaller woman's loveliness. Theo's face was rapt and Kim felt something inside, something bigger than just lust. Theo seemed to drink in the sight of her in her lingerie as a man dying of thirst would stare at a clear pool of water. Burt never looked at her with that kind of reverent longing anymore...if he ever had to begin with. Kim felt special, she felt beautiful and sexy, but above all she felt wanted and that was something she had not felt in a good long while.

Theo turned her until her back was to the bed again and then gently but firmly pushed her onto her back. Kim's feet were still on the floor and before she could think the big woman knelt between her long legs. Her big hands trailed gently up the insides of Kim's thighs leaving the skin tingling wherever they touched. Her fingers curled into the two straps that clung to the small woman's hips and held up the indecently brief thong. As Theo tugged the brief garment down Kim raised her hips to allow it to pass easily and felt the cool material as it was peeled away from her now soaking pussy. She sighed as it slid over her stockings and past her garters and finally off her trim legs. Theo wrapped her arms around Kim's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed before depositing a leg on each of her shoulders. She then leaned forward, pushing Kim's legs back and apart while forcing her mound upwards.

The big butch's fingers toyed briefly with Kim's hips before moving inward and coming to rest on either side of her mound. Once there, Theo began to massage Kim's flesh, using only her fingertips. Kim felt a delightful friction and felt her slick lips moving against one another, she had never been so hot before and was surprised when she caught a whiff of her own arousal. Kim looked down her body to see Theo's eyes glittering in the weak light before her head descended. The small woman groaned when she felt the first sizzling contact of the big woman's lips on her bare skin.

The first kiss landed well up in Kim's dark pubic thatch. The next was outside her triangle on the smooth skin of her tummy. Another landed on her hipbone, light and feathery. Kim's hands tightly clenched the comforter and her hips jogged upwards. The teasing was beginning to drive her insane with desire. Another one, this time on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and all along the slow, languid massaging of the big woman's fingertips continued. The next one fell on the very top of her slit, not hard enough to part her lips, but firm enough to bump her aching clit. Kim moaned softly and shuddered when those wonderful lips grazed her entrance. A second kiss on her upper lips, this time with the soft tongue pressing between them and Kim's hands flew reflexively to the butch's head and pulled her face tightly to her soaking pussy.




The Office Party



This seemed to be what the butch had been waiting for and she flattened her tongue out, dragging it slowly upwards between Kim's now swollen lips. The sudden contact of that warm soft tongue on her inner folds caused Kim to gasp. Her hands were clutching Theo's head, trying to direct the butch's mouth to her throbbing clit, but Theo had other ideas. She traced her tongue along Kim's outer lips, stopping to suck one into her mouth and gently take it between her teeth. She then pulled it away from Kim's body before letting it spring back. The butch's hands slid down and Kim arched her back and mewled in pleasure when one of those long fingers forced it's way into her channel. Theo held her finger still, feeling the inner muscles of Kim's pussy caress it before she returned to lightly tonguing Kim's clitoral area. She licked and teased in an unhurried fashion, swirling her tongue all over Kim's hot wet flesh, but never more than grazing the smaller woman's nub.

Kim found herself in an agony of pleasure, each touch seemed to ratchet the tension in her body higher but release was denied. After several minutes of this sweet torture she was almost howling in frustration. She needed to feel a cock, needed to be fucked silly and she did not care who it was, just as long as they would fuck her.

Theo stopped her tender attention and looked up Kim's body. Kim's eyes were glassy and she was nearly delirious with need. Theo felt the muscles in her own pussy contract violently at the mere sight of this woman and her state of arousal.

Theo stood up and Kim actually whined, but the sound was cut short when the big butch hooked her fingers into the waistband of her boxers and shucked them. Kim's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she took in the sight. Theo had a black leather harness strapped around her waist, a triangle of leather covered her pussy, but Kim barely noticed, her eyes were glued to the imposing dildo that bobbed before the big woman.

It was dark black and very life like with veins and even a pair of balls, but the detail was lost on Kim, she was gaping at the size. It was easily ten inches long and so thick the small woman doubted she could get her fingers around it. The head was the size of a small apple and the dimensions of it left her holding her breath.

"Like it?" Theo asked with a smirk.

"It's...huge...I mean...My god,"

Theo smiled and knelt again between Kim's legs. When she lifted the small woman's legs to her shoulders Kim suddenly seemed to realize what the big woman was about to do.

"No! Wait, it's too...Ohhhhhhhhhh," Kim's words were cut off as Theo grasped the big cock and rubbed the head up and down Kim's soaking slit. Once the head was coated in Kim's juices Theo positioned it at Kim's entrance. Theo held it with both hands to keep it stiff and on target; the heavy latex would bend rather than penetrate otherwise.

Kim groaned when she felt the head nestle at her opening. She had not counted on this and part of her mind wanted to say stop, but her pussy wanted something in it in a way Kim had never felt. The urgent demands of her body over ruled her mind and she gripped the comforter tightly in anticipation of it hurting.

"Relax," Theo cooed. Kim nodded her head and took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. The big woman pressed forward slowly with her hips and Kim felt the head slip into her, but it quickly became too wide and the forward progress stopped. Kim felt the muscles at the entrance to her pussy clenching, fighting to keep the intruder out. Theo kept up the slow steady pressure and Kim felt her muscles begin to give, slowly, inexorably the head of the massive phallus entered, stretching her open in a way she could never have imagined. For a fleeting moment she wondered if she would even be able to feel Burt inside her again, but the though was driven from her mind as the head slipped past the wall of constricting muscle and her inner lips closed upon the thick shaft.

Kim felt full to the point of bursting, but her pussy also tingled and itched, sending demanding signals to her brain that she needed more. Theo proved to be a very thoughtful lover; she held her hips still and let Kim adjust to the big cock before she slowly pressed forward again. The blunt head of the dildo slid deeper into her, forcing aside the tight tissues of her inner channel. Kim gasped and Theo instantly stopped. She felt positively stuffed and opened her eyes to gaze down her body. Kim was shocked to see she barely had two inches below the head inside her. Theo began to slowly rock her hips, not thrusting forward as yet, but moving in an even motion that withdrew a few centimeters of the big cock and then pushed it back in. Kim's body jerked like a marionette on a string each time the forward progress of the big dick was halted by her inner walls.

With infinite patience and care Theo worked her big cock into Kim's quivering pussy. Theo's eyes were glued to Kim's sex. It was so erotic to watch the pink lips settle around her shaft, to see the sticky wetness coating the shaft when she withdrew and to feel the inner muscles giving way at last. Finally the big cock came to rest with only an inch still outside Kim's pink lips. Theo just looked down, letting the sight and smell of Kim's arousal work on her senses. Kim was totally lost in sensation, she could feel the huge cock, feel the head resting in a place nothing had ever touched before. Her inner muscles spasmed around the big head and Kim thoroughly believed she could feel each vein and ridge on the big cock.

Theo slowly withdrew her cock and then stabbed it back in, the motion was slow and gentle, allowing Kim to get used to it before she really went to town on this lovely woman. Theo was a patient lover and kept the slow rhythm until she saw Kim's hips begin to thrust back to meet her. The whole length of the big cock was coated in her juices now and it seemed that the friction had abated. With that reassurance Theo wrapped her arms around Kim's thighs and holding her tight she lengthened her strokes and picked up the tempo.

Heaven. That was the only word Kim's lust clouded brain could find for the myriad of sensations that rocked her. The huge dildo stretched and filled her as never before. Each stroke produced tiny sounds in her throat that escaped as whimpers and little cries of passion mixed in with her ragged breathing. Theo was still fucking her slowly, but it was unlike anything Burt had ever done, Theo's hips seemed to roll upwards with each thrust, not only driving the dildo deeply into her, but also scraping the entire length of the shaft along her clit as it entered. Jagged pleasure ripped through her body, driving her ever upwards into a red cloud of pure bliss. She tossed her head from side to side and had a death grip on the comforter when her orgasm blasted her mind. The contractions were so strong they seemed to squeeze the very breath from her lungs and the pleasure so intense she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Through it all Theo never slowed, but actually picked up the pace, driving in with more and more force until Kim felt her breath leave her body with each thrust.

The first orgasm was still rippling though her consciousness when a second even more shattering peak arrived. Kim cried out and her back arched until only her shoulder blades were touching the mattress.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted in time to the driving dildo's assaults. She was totally lost in pleasure, her very being seemed to be tied to the pistioning cock that was filling her to the brim. Kim came down slowly, only to realize she was still being fucked. Theo increased the tempo, working the big dildo into Kim's twitching cunt with clocklike regularity. Burt rarely lasted to her first orgasm and never past it. She was unused to the stimulation continuing and a series of minor orgasms rocked her slight frame. The pleasure became so intense her mind began to misfire, things took on a strange, almost dream like quality. The squishing sounds of the dildo entering and the rhythmic slap of Theo's thighs on the backs of her own became very loud. The room was covered in a red haze and she had to squint to make out Theo's form, holding tightly to her thighs. She felt another orgasm building, this one would be no small affair she could tell.

Without warning her pussy spasmed and her inner muscles clenched the heavy shaft, the raw pleasure that assaulted her brain and nerves was beyond the scope of any orgasm she had ever had and she must have blacked out momentarily for when she became aware again Theo withdrew the huge cock with an obscene popping sound. The big butch crawled up onto the bed and lay down on her side with her head propped up on her hand. She smiled down at Kim and playfully kissed her nose.

Kim's heart was hammering in her ears and she could not seem to stop the quivering in her thighs and tummy. Theo caught Kim and rolled over onto her back, dragging the limp form on top of herself. She held Kim tightly, stroking her hair as aftershocks racked her slight frame. When she finally ceased to quiver Theo released her and lay back.

"God, you're a great fuck Kim," she said in a husky voice. Kim raised her head and looked down on her new lover's face. Shaking off a final shiver she managed to smile and say, "that was incredible,"

" I'm glad you enjoyed it," Theo said with a smile.

"Enjoyed it? I wish it would not have ended," Kim said. Her voice sounded strange in her ears, still thick with desire.

"It doesn't have to end," Theo said and reached down between them to grasp the thick dildo, "I can go all night, if you like,"

Kim giggled and said, "You could kill someone with that thing,"

"Only if I orgasm you to death," Theo responded. She looked down her body meaningfully and pressed the dildo up against Kim's belly.

"Your serious?' Kim said, almost disbelieving.

"Climb on and I will show you the meaning of serious," the big butch said in a voce suddenly thick with passion.

Kim could not believe her ears. She had already cum like an atomic bomb and here Theo was ready for another round. Kim hesitated, she had cum like never before and certainly she would never forget this night, but the hard dildo held a sudden menace. Kim realized that another round of orgasms like the ones she had felt might leave her addicted to the big lesbian's cock. Already she was unsure if Burt would ever satisfy her again, and he would never take her to the height's she had just visited. Her hand closed around the shaft and she could feel her own slippery juices coating it. Her pussy spasmed in delight and she looked down into Theo's eyes again.

Those deep gray orbs seemed to be urging her on, tempting her to try, yet they were filled with concern and if she dared admit it, love. Could you love someone after such a short time? Kim considered her own actions and realized no amount of wine could have made her turn her back on a lifetime of prejudices and training. There had to be a deeper feeling involved. She shivered and forced the thoughts from her mind. Her hand was now gently stroking up and down the black monster. Theo held the base steady and Kim suddenly realized she wanted to feel it inside her again.

Kim raised herself up on both knees, but even that did not get her high enough to get the dildo between her legs. She sat back on Theo's thighs and raised her left leg until her shoe was flat on the bed and then raised her body on her knee. She grasped the faux cock and brought it to her entrance, feeling it slide into her already well-stretched hole. Again the head stuck after only a part of it was inside. Kim didn't care, just feeling it there again reignited her passion and she wanted only to be impaled on it as quickly as possible. She carefully brought her leg down until she was perched on both of her knees, she could feel her muscles straining as her weight slowly shifted and she began to sink on the big dildo.

Kim gasped when the head slipped past her entrance. Inch by inch she slowly enveloped the hard latex until she felt her lips rest on the black leather of the harness. Kim looked down, amazed that she had taken it all. She felt vaguely uncomfortable being so full, but also very hot. Theo's hands slipped to her hips and rested there lightly. Kim pressed up with her legs experimentally and felt the big dildo stir within her. After a few tries she found it felt just as wonderful as it had when she was on her back. Kim's hips began to undulate making the big cock slide in and out slightly, but also brushing the top of her bush against Theo's harness. As the wonderful friction built she felt a spasm pass through her body, her hands reached out and grasped Theo's arms as she began to plunge wildly on the big woman's lap. A moan escaped her lips and another shudder tore through her. She had not counted on her body still being sensitized and it seemed she was picking up right were she left off.

Theo pulled her legs up until her feet were firmly planted on the bed, her grasp on Kim's hips became tight and without warning she brutally thrust her hips upward. The wild thrust took Kim's breath away, but before she could recover a second and then a third followed it. Theo seemed unwilling to sit still and let Kim do all the work and soon the room was filled with the liquid sounds of the dildo sluicing into Kim's wet hole and the groans, grunts and moans of both women. A particularly savage thrust drove the dildo to its hilt in Kim's pussy and something inside her snapped.

She sat straight up and then leaned back, resting her arms on Theo's knees and then went wild. Kim crashed down on Theo's lap to meet each up thrust, mewling like a cat and babbling incoherently. Theo's eyes were slitted and her breath hissed between clenched teeth.

"God, you're such a sexy bitch...Ride that cock... You're gonna make me cum you gorgeous slut"

The words fueled Kim's passion to an even greater height if that was possible. She had never appreciated dirty talk during sex with Burt, but the words coming from Theo's mouth seemed unbearably erotic. Kim felt another orgasm building quickly, but she wanted the big butch to cum with her. Seeing how Theo's eyes never left her chest Kim decided to add to the big woman's visual stimulation, but she knew she had to hurry because she could not long hold off her own climax.

Kim's hands flew to her bra and roughly jerked it down below her heavy breasts. Theo's eyes seemed glued to the wildly bouncing globes and with a loud bark her hands clamped deeply into Kim's hips. She tensed and then thrust upward with such force that her back and ass were lifted off the bed. Kim's pussy spasmed around the large cock so deeply imbedded in her and the first contractions of an orgasm that dwarfed those that came before it hit her. The pleasure was too intense and for a time she rode on an endless sea of bliss, each wave sending her further and further from reality. From far away she heard a voice calling out endearments and professions of love. It was only after she began to come down that she realized the voice was her own.

Kim had collapsed forward onto Theo's chest and the big woman was holding her tightly. The big cock was still buried in her pussy and she could not stop her body from quivering. When Theo's hand stroked her ass she groaned softly. Her body was still too sensitive; even such a simple caress sent bright lights flaring into her mind. Theo seemed to understand and helped Kim dismount. As soon as she was free of the big dildo she rolled up into a fetal position and closed her eyes. She had not realized sex could be this fulfilling or that pleasure existed on the level she had just experienced. She was aware in a vague way of Theo moving around the room and she could hear the moans from the television.

She was still basking in the afterglow when she felt Theo sit on the bed near her. She heard a lighter click and opened one eye to see Theo thrusting a lit cigarette into her hand. She took it gratefully and inhaled deeply, the thick smoke adding to her state of relaxation. Theo smoked one of her clove cigarettes and the sweet smelling smoke filled the room. Theo seemed preoccupied and Kim was too content to disturb the big woman with a question. The luminous face of the alarm clock showed it to be four in the morning, but Kim could not seem to make time fit. She was sure she had left the party at one or one thirty. was it possible that she had been having sex with this woman for over three hours?

The big butch finished her cigarette and crushed it out. She looked at Kim and them grinned, "Ready for another go?"

"You've got to be joking," Kim groaned. Her body was so limp now, she knew she could fall asleep instantly if she only closed her eyes.

Theo laughed and smacked her ass. Kim yelped in surprise, but the stinging slap sent ripples of heat and pleasure though her. She wondered how this woman could do that, make her feel so hot and ready even when she had already cum more times than she had in the whole of last year.

Theo stood and held out her hand. Kim was almost on eye level with the shiny black cock that bobbed at Theo's hips. Her pussy twitched in anticipation and she realized bemusedly that her body was ready for more, even if her mind had misgivings. She took the big woman's hand as rose to her feet, her knees felt like rubber and Theo's arm shot around her waist to help her steady herself.

Kim looked curiously at the room. Theo had pulled the recliner up between the bed and television with it facing the bed. The screen was black, but the set still hummed quietly. Kim had little time to ponder what it all portended for Theo lead her to the chair and then nudged her forward. Kim started to sit but Theo stopped her.

"Not like that, face the other way," she said. Kim could not seem to understand what the big woman wanted and looked at her in confusion.

"Put your knees on the arms and watch the TV," Theo said.

Kim gingerly mounted the chair and stared at the blank set as Theo adjusted her legs so that her knees were on the arms, pressed up against the back of the chair with her shins running down the arms and her heels hanging off. Her arms rested on the back of the chair and her breasts, freed from the bra hung down. Theo picked up the remote and pressed a button before she tossed it on the floor and her big hands began to stroke Kim's hips. The VCR whirred and the screen flashed for a moment before the picture became clear.

The scene was centered on a busty woman with long black hair. She wore a black collar, black thigh high boots and nothing else. She was on all fours with her faced pressed into a pillow, as the camera panned back it revealed a large blonde with a strap on moving between the brunette's legs. Theo's hands moved from Kim's hips to her breasts, lovingly stroking them, rolling the nipples and otherwise making it hard for her to concentrate on the screen. The camera zoomed in close to show the slow penetration and Kim stared transfixed, there was something highly erotic about the movie, and she felt herself shiver when Theo brought the bulbous head of her cock to Kim's still damp lips.

Kim held her breath, expecting it to hurt, but there was only the familiar stretching sensation followed by that fullness she was coming to love as the head slipped into her. On the screen the blonde was slowly stroking into the brunette and it seemed Theo was orchestrating her actions to mimic those on screen.

Theo grasped Kim's hips and made a few stabs to prime her before thrusting deeply into the smaller woman's pussy. Kim literally saw stars as her vision swam. Perhaps it was her body still being sensitized, or perhaps the angle of entry, but for whatever reason the big dildo seemed to fill her even more than before. Theo began to thrust long and deep, each lunge and withdrawal sending shivers into Kim's system. Theo kept up the slow rhythm, building the delicious friction slowly.




The Office Party



How long did that go on? A minute? An hour? An eternity? Kim could not tell. Her head drooped over the back of the chair and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her juices managed to escape despite the size of Theo's tool and run down the inside of her thigh. The big woman was really getting into it and Kim moaned as she felt Theo begin to pick up the pace. Soon her thighs were quivering and she was moaning continuously, the sound interlaced with squeaks of delight and whimpers. Kim knew Theo was strong, but in this position, where she could use her full weight and the strength of her legs the pounding was nothing short of breathtaking.

Minor orgasms began to rock her, each one falling so close upon the last that she would always remember it as one long drawn out orgasm of truly epic proportion. She felt Theo's hands leave her hips and twine into her hair and then the big butch pulled back hard. Kim's head came up sharply and she archer her back. Theo was using her hair like a horse's reins, pulling Kim back onto the rapidly thrusting dildo. Kim's eyes rolled back in her head as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"Oh yeah, cum you sexy little bitch. Oh fuck...oh fuck... FUCK!" Theo bellowed as her own orgasm tore through her. Her hips went wild thrusting into Kim with short jerky motions. Slowly they ceased and Theo pulled out. Kim was only vaguely aware of the big woman tenderly picking her up and depositing her in the bed. She remembered watching the woman who had become so beautiful to her remove the harness and crawl into bed next to her. Her eyes closed and she went to sleep wearing a smile she would not be able to wipe off her pretty features for days to come.

Monday morning found Kim seated at her desk. She had arrived early and gathered all the things she would need for a day of paperwork. Despite sleeping Sunday away her pussy was still sore, but it was such a wonderful soreness. She planned on not leaving her desk today, she had already caught several inquiring glances from her officemates and walking around with the almost shuffling gait she had to use would have been too much grist for the rumor mill.

Burt had not returned home that Sunday from his office party and Kim wondered idly how he would react when the papers were served. She hoped he would be upset, but suspected he would greet them with relief. One of her good friends had called to tell her he had left the party with his pretty secretary and Kim wondered how long that had been going on. His disinterest in her over the last few months was at least explained to her satisfaction and Becky agreed. The lawyer seemed to suspect Kim had found someone to give her the strength to go through with it, but she had not pressed the issue. She had merely made a point of telling Kim to keep it very discreet if she had found someone new until after the proceedings were over. Theresa had just stopped by her office to say hello when a deliveryman approached.

"Excuse me, are you Kim Wycheck?" he asked.

"For a little while longer," she replied. When he seemed confused she laughed and said, "Yes, I am Kim Wycheck,"

"Delivery for you Mam," he said proffering an electronic signature pad. Once she had signed he handed her a large flat box wrapped in white paper with a card. Kim stowed it under her desk without opening it and returned her attention to Theresa.

The black woman studied her carefully and then said, "For a little while longer?"

"I filed for divorce this morning," Kim said quietly.

"I'm sorry hun. I know it's hard, but I won't say I didn't expect it. You have been so unhappy this last year, but none of us thought you would ever go through with dropping that looser,"

Kim nodded and released her last reservations. "I guess I just needed the right motivation," she said at last.

Theresa smirked and nodded towards the unopened box, "let me guess, that's from the right motivation?"

Kim laughed in spite of herself and nodded. The silly grin she had been trying all morning to suppress broke through.

"Are you going to spill the beans or do I have to guess?' Theresa said looking slyly at Kim. Kim thought the world of Theresa, in fact she was her best friend, but she hesitated to reveal the fact that her new lover was a woman. Secrets between friends are hard to keep and Theresa saved Kim from having to make a decision by continuing.

"No let me guess, your new lover is tall and handsome and works at Roberto Clemente, which is where you are heading for lunch," she said smiling. When Kim nodded Theresa squealed with delight and pulled up a chair after shutting the door.

Theresa looked intently into Kim's eyes and said, "You have to tell me all about it, but first, I have been dying to do this for over a year,"

Theresa leaned forward and pressed her full soft lips to Kim's. Kim was so shocked she parted her lips when Theresa's tongue pushed against them. Theresa sat back and laughed at the stunned expression on Kim's face.

When Kim seemed unable or unwilling to speak Theresa got her mirth under control.

"You are so dense girl, I have been hitting on you for over a year, but I just now realized you didn't even know I was bi did you?"

When Kim shook her head Theresa smiled again. "David has the hots for you too, we had hoped you might join us for a threesome at the party, but someone else seemed to have caught your eye. Maybe you could come over this weekend? Raoul is going back to Puerto Rico to visit relatives, think about it" she said as she left Kim's office.

Kim looked at her friend as she walked away and for the first time noticed how pretty she was. The box under her desk held the promise of another spectacular experience. A whole new world was opening before her and Kim greeted it with anticipation.

End



The Office Party



I was staring at my computer screen and counting the seconds until quitting time when a female voice penetrated my thoughts. 

“Knock, knock.” 

“What now?” I mumbled to myself. It had been a busy week, and I was perfectly content to spend the rest of my Friday afternoon staring at the monitor and daydreaming. The last thing I needed was for someone to come to me with some problem that had to be solved right away. I rolled my chair back and turned to see Aimee Sinclair standing at the entrance of my tiny cubicle. 

“Hi!” I said, pleasantly surprised. Aimee worked in a group that had very little interaction with my own, so I was relatively sure that this was a social visit. “What brings you here?” 

“I had to drop something off with Mike up the aisle, and when I walked by and saw you working so hard I thought I would drop in to visit.” We both smiled. It was obvious that she had witnessed me sitting around doing nothing. “How have you been?” she asked with her slight northern accent. 

We continued to exchange idle pleasantries and catch up with each other for the next few minutes. Even though we had been working for the same company for over a year, it was the first time we had spoken to each other in a couple of months. The corporate campus consisted of several large buildings, each housing a few thousand employees, and we had jobs that didn’t bring us into contact. It was a shame, because I had known Aimee for just over seven years, and we had always enjoyed talking to each other. 

We’d first met in high school at the beginning of my senior year. Aimee was a junior and her family had just moved to the area from Pennsylvania. She was a very cute girl who had instantly caught the eye of most of the boys. I met her when she started dating a friend of mine. The relationship didn’t last long, but the two of us had continued to talk occasionally. The next fall, I went off to college, and a year after that she started at the same school. It wasn’t much of a surprise since there aren’t many options for aspiring engineers in the south. Thanks to lack of ambition and a little too much partying it had taken me five years to graduate. My GPA was far from spectacular, so when the company I’d interned with offered me a position I jumped at the chance, even though I knew the job would be stressful and mundane. Aimee, on the other hand, had been an excellent student and was one of the elite few to get out in four years. She had ended up in the executive training program with the same multimillion dollar international conglomerate that employed me and about 20,000 other Atlanta residents. 

Our conversation continued pleasantly, and I actually was able to forget about my clockwatching for a few minutes. Aimee was about five and half feet tall with a great smile and trim figure, so she was pleasant on the eyes. Plus, she was very witty and just fun to talk to. She was even uncharacteristically polite for a northerner. She was talking about the unseasonably warm weather when I noticed the rock she was wearing. “Wait a second,” I said. “What the hell is that?” 

It took her a second to realize where I was pointing. She looked a little embarrassed. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she said. “I got engaged last month.” 

“It’s nothing?” I said. “That sounds like something to me. Who’s the unlucky guy?” I joked. 

“No one you know,” she responded. She looked a little nervous as she talked. “A guy named Gregory that I met a while back. A friend of a friend.” 

“And what kind of work does young Gregory do?” I asked in my best nosy neighbor voice. 

“He’s a lawyer,” she answered, “And he’s actually not very young. He’s in his late twenties.” 

“Well, an older man and a lawyer. Congratulations,” I said. “And you’re on the fast path to being the company’s next vice-president, and all of this at the ripe old age of 22. Mama Sinclair must be proud of you!” 

“Thanks,” she said. Once again I got the impression that she wasn’t comfortable with the subject. “I guess she is.” 

There was an awkward silence. Despite my sincere wish of congratulations, I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. I’d always been interested in Aimee in a romantic way. I had known several girls that were prettier than her, but I hadn’t met many women with her combination of good looks, intelligence, and great personality. Still, I’d never acted on my impulses, and now it looked like the time had passed. 

The gap in the conversation seemed to go on forever before Aimee ended it. “Well, I have to get back to work,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding,” I said teasingly. 

She gave a half-hearted laugh. “Yeah, I won’t.” She turned to leave then paused. “Are you going to the company Christmas party tomorrow night?” she asked. 

There was no way in hell that I planned on spending my free time at a work event, but I chose a more appropriate answer. “I haven’t decided yet, how about you?” 

“Yes,” she said. “We’re going.” I assumed she was referring to her fiancé and herself. “Well, if you’re there maybe I’ll see you then.” She turned and walked off. I took another moment to lament the fact that she was now ‘off the market’, and then I went back to staring at my monitor. Less than a minute had passed when I was interrupted once again. 

“Knock, knock,” called a female voice. 

My first thought was that Aimee had returned for some reason, but my brain quickly processed that the soft spoken northern accent had been replaced by a gruffer, Bostonian intonation. This time it was Melody Brown blocking the entrance to my little prison cell. Melody was the human resources representative for our area, in charge of such important tasks as promoting company events and boosting worker morale. She had also interviewed me for my job. Of course, at that time she had been wearing an elaborate engagement ring and gold wedding band on her hand, and now she was two months removed from an extremely messy divorce. Still, whenever I saw her she flashed me that big fake smile that every HR person seems to possess. 

“Hi Melody, what can I do for you?” I asked. 

She flashed me that shit eating grin before she began. “Well, I was just up the aisle and I thought I overheard you say you might not make it to the Christmas party.” 

“You’ve got good ears,” I responded with my best fake smile. “That’s what I said.” 

“Why not?” she asked with a mock frown. “It’s going to be a lot of fun. There will be food, dancing, and an open bar.” 

The open bar sounded inviting, but it still wasn’t enough to get me excited. I searched my mind desperately for an excuse. “Well,” I said, “I kind of forgot about it, and now I don’t really have time to find a date.” 

“Well, that’s kind of good news,” Melody said. This time her smile seemed more authentic. 

“How so?” 

“Well,” she said. “I wanted to know if you wanted to be my date?” I had first met Melody about four years earlier, after my sophomore year in college, and this is the first time she had ever seemed less than 100% positive of herself. That surprised me almost as much as her offer. Melody was about five foot ten and very attractive. She had short curly blonde hair, bright green eyes, long legs, and a very tight, athletic figure that she obviously put a lot of time into. What made the offer so shocking is that she had just turned 30 years old in November, making her 7 years my elder. 

I was so taken aback that I didn’t know what to say. It came as a shock to my brain when I heard myself own mouth say “That would be cool.” My response was greeted with her ‘authentic smile’, and we talked for the next few minutes making arrangements. Mostly she talked, while I continued to marvel at her surprising offer and my more surprising acceptance. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” Melody finally said. She gave me a wink then turned sharply on her heels and left me alone with my astonishment. No one came to my cube for the rest of the day, so I had plenty of time to replay the sequence of events that had led me to making a date to a company party with a recently divorced, thirty year old woman who happened to hold a job that I had absolutely no respect for. 

Friday evening was spent with a group of friends, a deck of cards, a carton of smokes, and several large bottles of liquor. When I woke up the next morning on my friends couch with a throbbing headache and a sore throat and a stiff neck I thought things couldn’t possibly get and worse, but then I remembered the company party. I sorted through the discarded cigarette boxes until I found one that had somehow survived the rowdy evening. For the most part, I had quit smoking after college, but for some reason I was having a major craving. I woke up the other guys who had crashed in various locations, and after a greasy Waffle House breakfast I went home to my rented townhouse. After a short nap and a shower, I started to feel a little better. 

I still wasn’t keen on the idea of attending an offsite company function, but I was intrigued by my date. I had finally gotten over the shock of Melody’s proposal, and I was able to look at it in an analytical fashion. The age difference was definitely part of the surprise, but what had really gotten me was that the offer had come from out of the blue. I couldn’t recall any instance in which Melody had shown an interest in me. We rarely spoke to each other outside of saying “Hello”, and the conversations we had shared were mostly comprised of the kind of idle chit chat that goes on between coworkers more out of courtesy than interest. The only reason I knew about her divorce was from hearsay and gossip. 

Curiosity was causing me to look forward to the party. Plus, even though I could only to be around Melody in small doses, there was no denying that she was very attractive. Her body was fit and lean, and she had a sophisticated yet sexy way of presenting herself. On more than one occasion I had favored her with a second look, and I had actually caught myself ogling her a few times in long meetings or presentations. The thought of walking into the room with her on my arm made me smile. I also new that it would cause the company rumor mill to work overtime. Not only would there be the normal gossip about an interoffice relationship—all the nosey people would also be spreading theories about a May-December romance. As I continued to think about it, I realized that the evening would not be that bad. 

A few hours later I followed the directions Melody had given me to her house in the suburbs. It was a modest sized place that she had no doubt inherited in her divorce settlement. I felt like Regis Philbin in my dark suit and shiny tie, and I had actually bothered to run a comb through my longish brown hair for the first time in weeks. I didn’t bother to take a razor to the two days worth of stubble on my face though. The dress code for the party had been purposely vague. Apparently some genius in HR had realized that not all people liked to dressy fancy, so they had told people to just dress as they see fit. Melody has chosen to go with a conservative business look instead of a ball dress. It’s would I had anticipated from the consummate professional. She was wearing a pale pink suit that was comprised of a short skirt and matching three button top. She had a pair of stockings on her long, muscular legs, and white heels capped off the ensemble. She greeted me with a polite kiss on the cheek and I took her arm to escort her to my car. I felt a little awkward and worried that we would have nothing to talk about because of the age difference, but Melody proved capable of diffusing the situation by starting a polite conversation that continued through the entire drive back to the center of the city. 

When we got to the hotel I handed my keys to the valet and escorted my date into the large ballroom. I was absolutely shocked by the number of people that were there. I had expected it to be a room full of HR people and brown nosers looking to score some points with the executives, but the turnout was actually rather large. The room was packed with people, most of whom I didn’t know. The majority of the guys were wearing shirts and ties, but a few had went all out with their tuxedos, and a handful of slackers were sporting the business casual look, which I had contemplated myself. The women, on the other hand, were dressed in an array of outfits. Like Melody, some had chosen a professional look, but there were plenty of women in formal dresses, and large amount dressed in trendy outfits. Lot of them were showing there Christmas spirit with colorful red or green ensembles. I stood taking in the spectacle until I noticed the bar on the other side of the room. As Melody rushed off to talk to a friend I introduced myself with the bartender, tipped him ten dollars, and told him he would be seeing a lot of me. I took a couple of quick shots, then went wandering back through the crowd with a mixed drink and a glass of champagne for my date. 

As I rejoined Melody, the DJ who had apparently been on break returned to the microphone and proclaimed that “Eighties Eddie was ready to take this party up a notch.” 

“Beautiful,” I mumbled to myself. Nothing makes a bunch of half drunk middle aged people happier than singing along with Paula Abdul and MC Hammer. As if he were reading my mind, Eighties Eddie got things going with a little “Can’t Touch This.” 

“I love this song,” Melody said as she grabbed my arm. Somehow I knew she would. She took the glass of champagne and I chugged the rest of my drink as she whisked me off towards the dance floor. She led the way with me in tow. “Do you want to dance?” she asked with a big smile. Fortunately, it was an authentic smile and not the HR face. Apparently she had left that at home for the evening. 

“Thank God for small favors,” I muttered inaudibly. Then I gave her my best fake smile and said “Why not?” as we joined a hundred other couples on the parquet floor. 

Two hours and several drinks later I finally sat down at a table to rest my legs. I was drunk and Melody was getting there. We had been dancing and mingling constantly and my legs were killing me. Out of the handful of guys that I spent time with at work, only one had been lame enough to come to the party, so most of the people we’d talked to had been Melody’s friends. The conversations were about as exciting as watching paint dry, but the cautious whispers and veiled stares were enough to keep me intrigued. Almost everyone we talked to had to resist the urge to do a double take when I was introduced as her date. Thanks mostly to the alcohol, I was actually having a good time, and Melody has apparently left her more annoying personality traits back at the office with her fake smile. 

I sat at the table watching the crowd of people while Melody went to get us a couple of drinks. I was starting to wonder what this date was going to lead to when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” I looked up to see Aimee standing with a tall good looking fellow. 

“Hi, how are you?” I asked. “This must be the infamous Gregory.” 

“That it is,” her date said as he extended his hand. I stood up to shake it and introduced myself. 

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I lied. 

“Don’t listen to any of it,” Gregory joked. 

“Are you here alone?” Aimee asked. 

“No, here comes my date now,” I responded as Melody came up beside me. Aimee tried to hide the surprise on her face and failed. Everyone made their introductions after Gregory started talking about his sore legs the couple decided to join us at the table for a few drinks. Everyone chatted, mostly about work, so naturally I had no interest in the conversation. As Gregory explained the rewarding feeling that comes from working on a big case, I couldn’t help checking out his fiancé. Aimee had went with a party girl look. She was wearing a bright red halter top that tied behind her neck, and short gray skirt with vents on each side. Her brown hair, which she normally wore in a pony tail, was now pushed back on each side with ornate combs. She sat pushed back from the table with her legs crossed, and her short skirt and stocking really showed them off. It was also very obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The outfit was somewhat revealing for winter, but it had been unseasonably warm, and it was extremely hot out on the dance floor. 

For the most part, Gregory and Melody were dominating the conversation, with Aimee chiming in occasionally. I was in my own little world, concentrating hard on not paying attention to anything that was said. I was actually surprised when something Aimee said caught my attention. 

“Ooh!” she exclaimed. “I love that song.” Eighties Eddie has just announced that it was time for the doves to cry. Apparently his taste had improved slightly over the last few hours. “Honey, let’s dance,” she said as she stood up. 

“Dear, my legs our killing me,” Gregory responded. “I really need this breather.” 

Aimee flashed Gregory a pouty face that I thought was very cute, but it seemed to annoy him. “Why don’t you guys go dance?” he said looking in my direction. Gregory wasn’t the only one with sore legs, but the idea of taking the dance floor with Aimee was somewhat appealing. 

“Yeah honey, go ahead,” Melody said. I wasn’t entirely pleased with being called honey. 

“Would you like to dance, my lady?” I asked Aimee in a eloquent manner. 

“Certainly, kind sir,” Aimee said as she mocked a curtsy. I stood and took her hand and headed to the floor. 

“You kids have fun,” Melody called out. I winced at being called a “kid” by my date. It didn’t escape Aimee’s attention. 

“I don’t mean to be rude,” she began, “but what the hell are you....” 

“Don’t ask,” I said. “I don’t know the answer.” 

Aimee looked a little confused, but she shrugged it off as we made our way to the center of the dance floor. That first recognizable guitar riff was starting to squelch out of the large speakers and Aimee took my hand and started to move. I started up with the normal bad moves that defined my horrific dancing ability. It was somewhere between John Travolta in “Pulp Fiction” and Michael Jackson circa 1983 and had been cultivated in the midst of one of many drunken college parties. 

As the music filled the air, the differences between Aimee and my date were immediately noticeable. Melody was a decent dancer, but everything was very controlled and appeared to be premeditated. Aimee, on the other hand, just seemed to move with the music. Every move seemed natural and graceful, and she exuded youthfulness and femininity. I was suddenly very aware of her as a woman. She was sensual, yet it was completely unintentional. She smiled and giggled at my own pathetic moves, but in a polite way that made me feel less self conscious. I let go of my restraint and just started to have fun. Aimee placed my hands on her hips and reached up to my shoulders. Her sensual dance moves combined with my awkward ones and they seemed to blend together, and suddenly I found myself chiming in with the Purple One as he asked “Why do we scream at each other?” My singing ability had always been the polar opposite of my dancing, and Aimee beamed brightly as I continued to sing along. 

I had sung that song at least a thousand times in my young life, but for the first time I was keenly aware of the sensual lyrics. Aimee had moved closer to me, and I was singing almost directly into her ear. I suddenly felt as if we were alone on the dance floor. The hard dance beat seemed to fill the room, and every few seconds our bodies brushed against one another. The room seemed to be spinning, but it wasn’t caused by the alcohol. 

The song stopped, and the room was once again filled with people. We were so deep in the crowd that I could barely see our table across the room. As the people shuffled around I caught a glimpse of Gregory and Melody. They appeared to be totally engrossed in their conversation. I started to walk in their direction as the next song started. I felt a hand on my shoulder. 




The Office Party



I started word as a PA to one of the Managers of a large Hotel. I had only been there for about 6 months, but had made some really good work colleagues; my boss was a nice guy, a bit of tyrant at times.  

It was in the early November when he asked me to help arrange the company Christmas party.  It was to held at the hotel, the weekend of the party no rooms were to be let on the Friday night so that all staff could go relax and have fun and recover on Saturday morning, but on the understand everyone would be back to work on Saturday evening.

This was to be the third year running that the Hotel had their company Christmas do, and by all accounts most of the staff went and enjoyed it.

I had to work on quite a close liaison with staff who organised the bookings of the rooms, one guy in particular I became quite friendly with, he helped with all the IT networking of the companies computer booking system. 

He was a few years younger than me and was quite a fit looking bloke, he was quite short, but had dark hair and a really cute smile, and blue eyes that sparkled when he spoke. I felt drawn to him and became to enjoy our chats.

The time progressed and soon the night of the Christmas do was upon us. 

I never expected what happened that night to happen in a million years, it was so out of character for me. 

I had a room already at the hotel, as I knew I was working late into the evening finalizing some bits and wouldn't have time to go home and get changed, so it made sense to stay at the hotel.  

I run myself a nice bubbly bath and relaxed with a glass or two of wine before I started to get ready, I arranged my hair and makeup, and put on my favourite black bra and thong, I pulled on my sheer black lacy hold-up stockings, running my fingers up my long legs, and began thinking about him, I shocked myself at my thoughts, I continued to get ready. I put on my Black cocktail dress checked myself in the mirror and made my way to the main hall.

Once in the hall the music was already in full swing and quite a few staff have already arrived, I was mingling with other staff members, drinking the flowing champagne and began to let myself relax and have fun.

I don't quite know quite how it happened but soon the IT guy was in my arms and we were dancing on the dance floor. Our eyes locked into one another and with the help of the drink I was oozing sex appeal and wanted him, the lust I felt for him was overwhelming for me. He whispered in my ear to meet him in his office and left the dance floor.  I waited a few moments spoke to a few colleagues and then made my way to his office, my mind was in a whirl, I was excited, horny and nervous all at the same time.


I arrived at his office to find him sitting behind his desk with a huge smile on his face. The room was dimly lit. I walked over to him without saying a word and knelt down, my fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, whilst I looked him in the eyes, open each button one by one exposing his hairy chest.

I opened his shirt wider and run my fingers through his hairy chest and felt his nipples, tweaking them slightly with my fingertips, whilst still constantly looking at him. My fingers then run down his chest towards his trousers, where I undid his belt, and zipper, I could feel him already aroused, my hand began to feel your cock, your face relaxed and you looked horny.  Loosen the trousers and boxers your cock was quite hard in my hand.  I looked down and moved towards your cock, I took you in my mouth, just the top of your head, wetting you slightly, pulling on you, exposing more of your head, so sensitive you were. I licked the whole length of your cock, my tongue feeling every inch of your cock, the more I licked you the more turned on and harder you were becoming.

I had a firm grip on your cock and began to wank you, I wanted to taste you, whilst wanking you, and I was kissing and sucking on your balls. Feeling you throb between my hand I stopped wanking you and my tongue felt your head, I could taste some of your cum, my tongue flicked on your head, just gentle flicks before I took you fully in my mouth and began to suck on your cock, my whole mouth went down the length of your cock taking you as far as I could in my mouth wetting you, and sucking you hard, you throb inside my mouth each time my mouth moved on your cock, your cum was beginning to wet my mouth, I could feel you pulsating hard. I began to use my mouth and hand to fuck your cock as I could sense you were nearly ready to cum, teasingly I slowed completely down, feeling you really throb hard in my mouth whilst I stopped, my tongue just licked yr head, swirling on you, your begin to groan in the anticipation of needing to be relieved. So I began wanking you and felt you begin to cum I opened my mouth ready to catch the cum that was about shoot, tasting you felt so good, cum shot into my mouth, and around my lips, your cock throbs with some urgency, after a few moments I lick the head of your cock getting the last bit of cum off your cock, looking up towards you, you pulled me towards you, we began to kiss, you lick the cum that had dripped on my face and together our tongues explored once another whilst we kissed.

Whilst kissing each other you began to stand and I followed, you looked at me, whilst now and then kissing my lips, whilst your hands began lift my dress up, revealing my stockings, glancing down you see the lace and tell me how good they look, your hands runs over the tops of the lace stroking my legs, before running your fingers towards my pussy, you tease me by just touching me over my thong, you can feel how wet I already aim, my butt resting on the desk, my legs wrap round you, my hands rest on the desk supporting myself, whilst you begin to kiss my neck, turning me on significantly, whilst the whole time your fingers begin to probe my pussy.

Your beginning to become aroused again, yet where we were for comfort we decided that this wasn't to be the idle place to continue, so we made our way back to my hotel room.

In the hotel room, lust soon overcome us, you pushed the door shut, and pulled me towards you, kissing me with some intense urgency, feeling for my dress zip, gently undoing it letting the strap fall and the dress fall to the floor, I was standing by the door wearing just my black bra, thong and lacy hold-ups you looked on in ore.

Quickly your shirt and trousers were removed, holding my hand walking towards the bed, your Calvin boxers outlined a cute butt. Kissing me, we fell on the bed, your hands feeling every curve of my body, your hands fumbled on my bra clasp, until you exposed my ample breast, your lips soon were on my nipple your tongue licking and sucking gently, teasing until an erect nipple appeared for you to bite gently on. Removing my bra, you move, position yourself between my thighs, leaning over me your tongue moves over every inch of my breasts, whilst your hands are caressing my legs. You begin to move down my body, your tongue licking as you go, your fingers feel inside my thong and you begin to pull them down my long legs. 

Once removed, you begin at my ankles licking and kissing, moving further up my smooth leg teasing me the whole time, you can see my moist pussy, the outer lips are pink and eager to be touched, you move more swiftly to my pussy, and then you lick the whole length of my clit, I moan deeply, prising my lips apart with your fingers you lick deep inside my clit, and suck.

In a spilt second, I push you back, I want to be fucked, so I straddle you and feel your cock slide deep inside my pussy. My hands rest on your chest, and I begin to ride you, I am so turned on, I begin to thrust my pelvis hard on your cock, nice even motions, clenching my butt, so I can feel you tighter, in my pussy.  I lean forward and give you a long kiss, whilst moving to the rhyme that has begun. 

I lean back, as far as my back can bend, your cock still inside me, you groan with my movements, you lean forward and suck my tit. I push you down, and begin to twist my body round so that my back is facing your chest, pumping on your cock, your fingers scratch down my back, and you probe my ass.

Our passion for each other is reaching it's height, you grab my waist and pull me up, and push me back onto the bed, and then you slide your cock, into my wet pussy and begin to fuck me really hard, my legs rest on your neck, I hold your thighs with my hands, supporting the power of you fucking me, I can feel your balls flapping against me, kissing each other with some urgency, you pull away from kissing me and moan and groan really loud where your beginning to cum inside me, you continue to thrust hard on me, your body is warm from the sweat, my legs move and wrap round your waist crossing my feet so I can feel you thrust deeper inside me, together we move in rhyme until I begin to cum, groaning so loud with the pleasure I am receiving.

You pull out of me, kneel and lift my thighs high in the air and bury your head in my clit, your tongue goes straight deep inside my pussy, its wet with cum, your lick and suck with a strong intensity, your tongue flicking on my clit speedily, you hear me moaning you can taste my juices flowing, my clit is so exposed, sucking it is easy, you continue to suck, and lick bringing the most intense orgasm I have experienced, I felt like I was going to pass out. You lick the length of my pussy, tasting as much juice as you can, before slowly stopping. 

You kiss my belly, moving towards my mouth where we kiss each tenderly our tongues entwine tasting each others juices, and licking each others lips, before slowly winding down in each others arms.

Resting and talking for a bit, we fall asleep, till morning.



The Office Party



Things were going great at the office, we were making a ton of money and I had moved into managment as Mark's right hand man. We had closed deals that usually never were closed and things were going crazy.

Mark had set up an office party that promised to be a huge blow-out. He rearranged the top floor of our building to make it one open area with food, a bar, dance floor, and a jazz band. He even arranged hotel rooms at a nice joint down the street so no one would have to worry about getting hammered and driving. The two-hundred or so people that worked for the company showed up around 7p.m. and the party got started. 

I was with my wife, Maria, as we arrived. Maria was short, 4'11", and weighed about 100 pounds. She was compactly built, well proportioned with perky tits that were perfect for her size. She wore a little red dress that accented her red hair and milk white skin, she was hot.

"You look lovely, Maria," Mark said as he shook my hand and gave Maria a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks," we both replied in semi-unison.

"Without Jim," Mark said, " we wouldn't be here tonight."

"I'm glad he gets to work for someone," Maria said jokingly.

We laughed and I blushed as I thought about the hot fling Mark and I were having. We started shortly after he arrived and when coupled with the hard work I was putting, I was moving up the ladder. We were very discreet and usually met one or two times a week for our fun time. Going on business trips with him was pure bliss, as we would fuck and suck as much as possible. We had even had threesomes and foursomes with clients that he had "long-standing relationships" with.

Maria and I mingled with co-workers, danced a bit, and took advantage of the bar. We became separated and mingled separately, I noticed her talking to Mark as I began talking with and Indian man who was a vendor for us.

His name was Anish, he was around six feet tall and had close cropped hair. He was fit and wearing a business casual outfit with khakis and a golf shirt. I noticed him glancing at my crotch frequently and he seemed nervous. I began glancing back and noticed a nice bulge portruding from his pants. We began talking about some software problems and he offered to see what the problem was. We walked downstairs and went to my office two floors down. 

When we walked in, he walked slowly to the computer and turned it on. He stood up while I sat next to him. He was nervous.

"I think it started with the last system update," I said.

"Yeah," he replied, "the updates have been causing a lot of problems."

"We've added some new back-up systems that could be a problem as well," I said, staring at the bulge sitting a few feet from my face.

I took the plunge and reached for it. He let out a gasp as I gripped the bulge and slowly rubbed it.

"Is this a good idea?" he asked nervously.

"What do you think?" I replied.

"I want to," he said, "but I don't want to get in trouble."

"You won't," I said while I unzipped his pants.

I gasped in shock at what popped out, at least ten inches of hard cock. It was thick and he shaved his balls. It was bigger than Mark's eight inch. I was trembling as I made my next move.

He let out a groan as I instantly inhaled his monster, taking it as deep as I could. I began ravensously pumping his rod with my mouth. I could barely get six or seven inches in, so I began pumping with my hand as well. His smell and the softness of his cock were intoxicating as I sucked him furiously.

Anish grabbed the back of my head and started face-fucking me. He drove his cock in deeper, holding it there for a few seconds and making me gag. I surpressed the gag relex and took his fucking while I reached around and began rubbing his anus, slowly at first, then picking up steam as he kept fucking my mouth. He began moaning and pumping my face harder.

I could tell he was ready as he clutched my hair, drove his cock home to the back of my throat, and let out a loud, feral cry as his cock began to eject its hot, thick load down my throat. He groaned and beyed as he finished his business, shooting load after load into the back of my throat with so much force that it began spewing out of my lips and down my neck. I held him in my mouth as he relaxed, slowly and gently sucking as his cock became soft. He let out soft moans as I brought him down.

"Thanks," he said as he pulled his pants up.

"My pleasure," I replied while I wiped my face and neck off.

"Maybe we can work some more problems out later, like at my place," he stated, with a touch of excitement in his voice.

"Can do, call me," I said as he quickly left the office, leaving me with a giant boner.

I was getting ready to jerk off when I heard a noise down the hall and thought better of it. 

I finished cleaning up and walked down the dimly lit corridor. A few office lights were on and I heard talking and activity in a few. I peeked in on some of them to see some of my coworkers clandestinely fucking their spouses, girlfriends, one time hookups, or fellow employees. This was a true hedonistic party, man I love them.

That didn't help the boner problem as I walked up one flight of stairs and decided to walk around some more before heading back to the festivities. The floor was mostly conference rooms and Mark's office space. It was quite dark and I heard some moaning coming from one of the meeting areas.

I slowly approached the door, trying not be noticed. The door was slightly cracked and I peeked in. There was Maria, sitting in a chair, spread eagle, her dress around her waist, tits exposed and a man between her legs eating her pussy wildly. He really had her worked up and by the tone of her moaning I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. 

That's when I noticed the guy between her legs was Mark! His pants were off and his raging erection was stabbing the air as he brought Maria closer to the climax. She bagan to shudder and moan while hyperventilating (as she always did when she came). That's when Mark flipped her over onto her knees, stood up, and drove his cock into her waiting cunt.

He dwarfed my tiny wife, his 6'5" frame towering in contrast to Maria's petite, hot body.

He wasted no time pounding her hard and fast, driving his cock as deep as it could go with each thrust. Maria was almost screaming by now, his fucking was hurting her a bit, but she loved the animalistic fucking she was receiving. At one point her head was driven into the wall with no small force and it didn't even stop them as Mark fucked her harder, finally letting out a bestial groan as he began pumping his load into her once-tight pussy.

They both sat there for a minute or two and finally separated. Maria quickly dressed, kissed Mark deeply, said something to him, which I could't hear, and headed for the door. I quickly moved into an adjoining room and hid as Maria walked by and went back upstairs.

I waited a few minutes, taking it all in. I was shocked to say the least, but not mad. I was incredibly turned on by the spectacle, as my furious hard-on testified to.

I walked out and decided to go back to the party when I noticed Mark hadn't left the room. I walked in, closed the door, and looked at him for a second, he hadn't raised his pants and had a semi erect cock drooping down to the floor.

"Hell of a party," I said, trying to be coy.

"Yes it is," Mark replied, nervously.

"I always imagined this as what Caligula's parties must have been like," I noted.

"Yeah," he said with a half laugh.

"Half the staff is below us fucking like rabbits," I said.

"Really?" Mark said, slightly surprised.

"Have you met Anish?" I asked.

"The contractor who maintains the databases?" Mark asked.

"The same," I replied.

"Yeah, haven't chatted with him at length," he said, still seeming nervous.

"He's got a spectacular cock," I stated.

"Sounds like you've had first hand experience," he said in a questioning way.

"Yeah, looks like you've been busy as well," I remarked, nodding to his cock.

"Yeah," he said, trying to avoid eye contact.

I walked over and knelt between his legs, using my arms and the arms of the chair to pin him down as I ran my tongue up and down his cock. He squirmed as I licked, trying to escape.

"Something tastes familiar here," I said wryly, still trying to act like I didn't know.

"I never meant it to happen, I just...," He began saying nervously as I cut him off.

"What," I said, "you mean fuck my wife?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"No problem," I said while stroking my tongue down his rod, "it was pretty hot to watch."

"You saw that?" he asked with a shocked and puzzled expression on his face.

"Yep, you fucked the hell out of her," I said.

"I guess I did," he said with a tinge of relief in his voice.

"You're not mad?" he asked.

"Nope," I replied, "kind of hard to be when I've been getting fucked like that myself."

"That's good," he said.

"How did it start anyway?" I said.

"We were dancing and she said she thought it was a shame that I was gay," he said, trying to control his laughter.

"I asked her what I could do to prove to her I wasn't," he continued.

"Well you know you're coming over for dinner Sunday?" I asked.

"Sounds like it could be fun," Mark said as he moved in to kiss me.

We both laughed as he indulged me by sucking me off before heading back to the party, which took less than a minute as horny as I was.