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Sex and the Office Ch. 01

By: sarahloveitt



(This is a much-revised version of a story I wrote several years ago that I though worth reworking. There will be others to follow.)

Chapter 01: Shula

The first time Tony met Shula was the day he went to the Yorkshire office to look over his new position as Development Manager. The Sales manager was a charismatic guy in his late thirties with strong aquiline features. He'd seen life as a cattle drover in the Argentine for a couple of years and never let you forget it. One of the great survivors of this world. His name was James and he had a blonde secretary called Shula. Their relationship was a constant topic amongst his staff who would invent what they didn't know. 

Shula was a single career woman in her early thirties and worked hard to give the impression of sophistication, professionalism and efficiency. When there was a bit of a panic on, this veneer slipped and a worried confusion took over. She had a caustic tongue when the mood took her and could be very belligerent at times, particularly to the other secretaries; she swore at them a lot.

Shula protected her boss from unwanted visitors or phone calls with firmness; it often took a long explanation before you could get past her desk into the inner office. She bowed to James's every whim. She filled his car with petrol and bought his cigars. She reminded him of birthdays and anniversaries and laughed at his jokes. Since Tony was a personal friend of James and not responsible to him, he enjoyed a less formal relationship with Shula and, when on their own, he could pull her leg and share silly rude stories, which made her giggle. She also kept him up to date with company scandal and the latest gossip about the scandals amongst the staff of which there were several. 0n those occasions she was just a giddy blonde passing on gossip with a silly giggle. They got on well.

Shula was not a conventionally pretty woman. Her sensible blonde hair-do, normally carefully arranged, had a habit of becoming slightly dishevelled when she was in a panic - her mood was often to be judged by the state of her hair - and she had pale blue eyes. A slightly twisted and upturned snub nose with a somewhat protruding lower jaw gave her a pugnacious, almost bull-dog look. Shula always dressed smartly and wore perfume with an expensive tang to it. Her figure was that of a young boy, really, with few discernible curves. She was about five feet seven inches tall.

To compensate for her lack of traditional femininity, she had developed a forceful personality with men, sharing jokes with them when appropriate and drinking halves of best mild beer. She had no boy friend that anyone knew of and no admirers that anyone had noticed; she just wasn't that sort of person. In those days, proper ladies didn't swear in front of men, but Shula did. Often! She was just one of the lads, in spite of her sophistication. Her male colleagues called her Angel-tits Shula behind her back. In fact, they had pet names for all the secretaries; Sexy Sheila, Ravishing June, Big Bum Barbara, Fornicating Fiona, and so on. 

Shula drove a red mini. Her reputation was that of being one of the worst drivers of all time; no-one willingly sat in the passenger seat when she was at the wheel. She was mad. She drove with the same professional aggression she used in her office, keeping up a loud stream of verbal abuse hurled indiscriminately at other road users. 

Each year, the Sales Division had a conference which ended with a dinner dance and booze-up. It was usually held in at a four-star hotel in the different sales centres each year. It was timed to take place near Christmas with the senior executives and top marketing managers invited to join in the annual fun and games. There would be about fifty people altogether. Shula had the responsibility for making the arrangements the organising the conference.

It had become the custom for the staff of each sales office to take part in a cabaret with some of the pieces - monologues, sketches or songs - specially written for the event. A friendly rivalry had sprung up between the offices for providing the best entertainment. This took place after the dinner when early drinks in the bar and wines during the meal had loosened up the atmosphere. By that time, the guests could be relied on to laugh at anything silly. And they did. They were then expected to decide which office had provided the best entertainment by gauging the volume of cheers for each office effort at the end of the entertainment. Only fifteen minutes were allowed each for office to perform.

Tony was usually drafted in by the Sales Director to prepare the material for the Yorkshire office and to organise rehearsals. That means that he was always invited to the annual do's and was given Shula's help to type out the scripts and copy them. The last conference was hosted by the Midlands office. A comfortable hotel in spacious grounds had been chosen for the occasion. Tony had produced some good material that year. Certainly, James was delighted with it and was looking forward to the evening.

Tony travelled alone to the hotel so that he could get back in his own time rather than have to rely on someone else. It was a cold day and getting through Wakefield proved a bit tiresome. When he finally reached the hotel it was already dark but there was time for him to settle into room number 9 (with private facilities), order a cup of tea from room service, run a hot bath and switch on the radio to hear the latest news. At half past six he went down to the wood panelled bar and said hello to a few colleagues who had already got their faces behind pints mugs of bitter ale. There was noise and laughter as they swapped the latest dirty jokes and company gossip. Or argued about who was behind the shooting of Kennedy or the merits of the Beetles latest hit.

The room was festooned with lots of cheerful Christmas decorations and a large log fire was burning in the old fashioned grate. There was cigar smoke hanging in the air. That smell always reminded Tony of Christmas. It was all very cosy and welcoming. He felt at ease and relaxed. Ian and Bill were standing to one side of the fireplace. He pushed through the others to join them, exchanging hellos and nodding greetings to others in the room. Ian was the Sales Manager of the Midlands office and Bill his senior technician.

"Hi Ian; Bill. How's things?"

"Wey-hey! It's ol' blue eyes himself. How's it going?" Ian teased.

"Fine!" Tony said, shaking his hand.

"What y're having Tony?" was bellowed from the bar counter "I'm just getting them in." He called for a pint of bitter.

"Well?" asked Ian "Good journey?"

"Bloody awful! It gets worse!"

"Wait 'til the new by-pass opens. Be OK then."

"Have you got some good sketches for us this year?" asked Bill.

"Wait an' see!" Tony grinned. "And are you both in good voice?"

"Wait an' see" laughed Bill. Arthur squeezed through holding a tray of four foaming pints. They were taken thankfully and immediately lifted to the lips.

"Hey! I say! Ravishing June's looking extraordinarily bloody ravishing tonight," Arthur said "I'm going to chat her up and see if owt's goin' - who's that she's with over there?"

Tony looked across to where Ravishing June was laughing with her mate Sexy Sheila with a middle-aged chap."That's Ferguson from the Marketing Research Centre. Have you not met him before?" Ian asked.

"Can't say I 'ave," said Arthur. I'll go an' introduce myself to 'im," he said with a wink. "Can't have these bloody outsiders muscling in with our birds. See you lot later."

"What on earth does he see in Ravishing June?" asked Ian shaking his head.

"A pair of bloody big knockers!" said Bill. "and that's all he has eyes for, particularly when she's flouting them, like tonight." Tony laughed. He was right. She had! "Hell fire! I'll bet she bruises her bloody knee-caps every time she unfastens her bra!" 

They laughed immoderately.A gong sounded and, as everyone turned to see what was happening, a voice belonging to a chap in dinner jacket called out."Ladies and Gentlemen! Dinner is served!" There was a cheer from one corner of the room and a general movement towards the dining room. We three lingered by the fire with our pint glasses for a minute or two longer.

"What's on the menu tonight Ian? Usual Christmas fare?" Tony asked.

"There'll be a choice I expect" he said.

"Right! I'll join you later, lads. I see I'm sat with James. He's beckoning."

"You're welcome!" said Ian.

The meal was a jolly, often raucous affair. The wine flowed freely and after the cheese, the port and cigars were passed round the men with mints and cigarettes offered to the ladies. Then there was brandy or liqueurs with the coffee by which time everyone was feeling in a benevolent mood. Cheeks were red, foreheads streaked with perspiration and voices louder than usual.

The cabaret was announced by the voice in the maroon jacket which got the lads from the Midlands to their feet to entertain. They got plenty of encouragement and interjections and, finally, wild applause. Tony opened the entertainment for Bradford but, of course, everyone was waiting for the boss, James, to do his turn - a patter number they had written about the humiliation of having your name de-hyphenated, which was met with howls of approval. Some five of the senior managers had hyphens in their names, so the number went well. And so did Tony's patter number.

After the Yorkshire office was declared the winners of the cabaret, to a loud and noisy acclamation, a bottle of champagne was produced by the voice in the maroon jacket and presented to James by the Managing Director. It was promptly opened for the performers from Yorkshire, mixed with brandy into a lethal cocktail. Tony managed to avoid the celebration by slipping away to the toilet, accompanied by loud suggestive comments from other tables. Then the dance band struck up, the tables cleared, with jugs of foaming ale appearing on them.

And the night wore away to the strains of the quick step, slow fox trot and the waltz. The air was blue with cigar smoke. Eventually, some tottered off to their beds, the worse for the drink, having decided they'd had enough for one day. Others were dancing - if that's what the shuffling around could be called - smooching together through an alcoholic haze. The lights had been turned down low to hide their roving hands and indiscretions. The others were either propping up the bar in the next room or sat around in corners swapping stories.

By the time midnight came, it was hot in the room. Most had discarded their jackets. Everybody was well gone with the drink, the heat, the smoke and the noise of the band. Tony had joined Ian and Bill at a table at the side of the band, exchanging friendly banter about their entertainment. They were having a good laugh, congratulating each other on their performances, their words slightly slurred.

A break came in the dancing and Tony noticed Shula come into the room from the bar, clutching a glass. She stood silhouetted in the doorway, swaying for a moment, trying to pierce the gloom as she peered round the room. He thought she was looking for James but he hadn't been seen around for some time; not since finishing off the champagne and brandy. Shula spotted the three of them, waved, and came sloping across the room with a purposeful swing of the free arm.

"Look out!" Ian said. "It's Angel-tits Shula. I don't fancy that determined look on her face. "She's after one of us! And I don't fancy her - not the boss's secretary, thank you. I'm off to the bar."

"Me, too!" said Bill, moving away with Ian as a pretext for leaving me alone.

"Hi! Shula! what are you drinking?" Tony asked as she approached the table."This is Vodka" she said, and added "with lots of bloody tonic. So I suppose I'm half pissed. But I want a dance. Come on, Tony."

The band had struck up. She put her glass on the table and pulled Tony to his feet. She was a bit unsteady and he grabbed her round the waist to steady her. Although Shula was a fairly hardened drinker, it seemed that she'd probably had more than enough for one night.

"You know I can't dance!" Tony protested, putting his glass on the table.

"Neither can any of them on the floor," she snorted gesturing to the dance floor "so, bloody come on." The dance floor was filling up with other couples.

"Where's James?" Tony asked. Shula had been looking after him like a mother hen all day not letting any of the other women get too close."Gone to bloody bed!" she snapped. 

Hello, Tony thought, she's in a belligerent mood.

"He's bloody gone to bed. Too much of that champagne and brandy I expect! Silly sod! Come on!" She dragged him onto the dance floor, put her arms round his waist and rested her cheek against his shoulder and started swaying her hips. The band was playing a slow fox trot. 

As they shuffled round the dance floor Tony gradually realised that he could feel her nipples stiffening against his shirt. She was wearing a thin nylon sleeveless long dress with narrow shoulder straps and not much else. Tony tried to look down her dress but it was too dark to see anything resembling a nipple, stiff or otherwise. Tony pulled her in close and sang softly in her ear, to the tune being played.

"I'm looking for an Angel, but Angels have no tits, So until the day that one comes along, I'll make do with your deficits..." She giggled and nudged him with her elbows and rocked her body from side to side with the music. 

"Don't be rude!" Tony felt her nipples rubbing against him. To his surprise, the friend in his groin did the same stiffening act. And she pushed her hips into him, rubbing gently. Hello! Tony thought, what's she after?

"The entertainment was very good, tonight." And I liked your song about a sliding rule," she giggled "but it was rude!"

"Supposed to be." he told her. "Made them laugh, anyway."

"Made me feel a bit on the fruity side!" she said quietly. "Do you know, I can feel your sliding rule right now. Getting longer and stiffer by the second." She giggled again.

"You're nothing but a prick teaser, Shula." he whispered to her, telling her off. "Just trying to get me worked up and then you'll leave me high and dry, you bugger."

She giggled. "Go on! You like it though, don't you?" she said. Tony was rubbing his hand up and down her back, trying to arouse her passion and to get his own back on her. Realising that he could feel no bra strap nor any knicker-top under the dress, he leaned his shoulders back and looked at her in mock surprise. "Hey! I say! Haven't you got anything on under this dress?" 

"Not a stitch," she admitted with a so-there smile, "It's too hot and, besides, it feels sexy and rude. And you're getting as hard as a rock. And I'm getting very wet and squelchy you-know-where, and very, very fruity."

"You dirty sod!" Tony mocked. "Anyway, we can't do it here. Not here on the dance floor."

"It'd certainly cause a sensation if we did." She laughed in her girlish way.

"Perhaps we ought to go somewhere quieter where I can wipe you dry." Tony said half jokingly bringing his right hand between their two bodies to rub the palm over her nipple to tease her some more. She gave a faint shudder and looked at him thoughtfully with her head on one side for a moment as they continued to shuffle round the dance floor. Her pale blue eyes meditated for a couple of seconds."Do you know, I'd like that. Honestly!" She was serious. Then added "But I'm too scared." It was Tony's turn to look surprised. "There!" she said, "That surprises you, I bet."

"Scared? What're you scared of? Why scared? That's a funny word. You've done it before often enough, I'm sure." 

She looked over each shoulder to make sure no-one was watching her, before putting her hand furtively between them, pressing against the hardness in his trousers. She looked at him with a suppressed smirk. "No I haven't! I've never done it at all. Not at all! I came pretty close to it once or twice, but I'm afraid I'm still a virgin - more or less."

"More or less? What's that mean. Either you're a virgin or you're not a virgin, you daft bugger!"

"Never you mind! What I mean is that I'm twenty-nine and never been fucked. Oops," she giggled, then turned suddenly serious. "Hey! don't go telling all the others, will you Tony? They'll all want to break me in!"

"Well! Bugger me! You surprise me sure enough," He couldn't really see many of the lads queuing up to fuck Shula. "Of course I won't say anything! Anyway, nobody'd believe me even if I did." Had Tony been sober he might have been embarrassed by her sudden forwardness.

"But right now, I really would like to feel that inside me," she breathed in his ear and rubbed her open palm up and down. "You're probably the only chap I know I'd let break me in, but I daren't. And I'm only saying this 'cause I'm pissed and feeling fruity. Tomorrow, I'll not dare look you in the face."

Tony looked round in a bit of a panic, but nobody was taking any notice. They were all concentrating on their own partners. Arthur had his hand inside Ravishing June's dress and was caressing her breast quite openly and nibbling her ear lobe. June caught me looking at them and gave a broad wink. She was clearly enjoying herself as well. Bill was drooling over Sexy Sheila in the corner, having given up any pretence of dancing. Her eyes were hooded and unfocussed with the alcohol.

"Look!" Tony whispered, "If you go on doing that, I'll end up doing something embarrassing in my trousers pretty soon."

Shula giggled. "Oo! Yes please!"

"So either give up, or come on! I'm going to my room. I've got a bottle of brandy and we can talk better there. If you're serious about being broken in, follow me when you're ready."

He led her off the floor to the table. Ian and Bill had moved off into the bar. Angel-tits Shula stood with a puzzled look in her eyes as Tony held his jacket in front of him to hide the bulge."That's if you really want it. Don't be too long. The room is number 9. But I shan't be offended if you change your mind, 'cause I know you're just a tease really." Tony took her in his arms, pressed against her, rubbing himself hard against her crotch to give her some encouragement.

She looked very uncertain. "I don't know if I've got the courage. I'm just nipping into the ladies." She suddenly left him.

Tony picked up his glass of scotch and stood for a moment watching the dancers stroking each other. Then he sidled out, with the occasional stagger, through the foyer, avoiding the bar. Taking the glass to the first floor, he wondered what on earth was he doing. He must be drunk to ask Shula to his room! Tony didn't really think she'd come, though. It was just her way of teasing. Nor was he sure that he wanted her to. It was just a way of teasing her back. But Tony had never for one moment thought of her as still a virgin; she was such a fun-loving lass. Was she having him on? he wondered.

Nevertheless, once in the room, he left the latch off and the door slightly ajar, just in case. He couldn't have her knocking on the door at this time of night.

After hanging his jacket in the wardrobe, Tony switched on the bedside lamp before turning the overhead light off. He sat on the edge of the bed feeling quite sober all of a sudden. Sliding off his trousers, he folded them down the crease and hung them on a hanger in the wardrobe. Then he took out the silk dressing gown and slipped it on. There was a clock by the bed head. Not midnight yet. He was surprised, thinking it was much later.

It was just then that the door swung open and Shula came in swiftly, closing it quietly behind her, standing with her back against it. Her face was flushed and her eyes had an anxious, wild look in them. She was breathless with excitement. Panting.


Sex and the Office Ch. 01



"You see! I came, but I had to have another swift Vodka first to give me the courage."

Tony stood to put his arms round her, holding her tight. She looked up at him."You won't hurt me, will you?"

He kissed her gently, running his tongue lightly over her lips as he unbuttoned her dress at the back, slipping the straps from her shoulders. The dress shuttered to the carpet. Shula's boyish breasts with their large pale brown swelling and hard protruding dark nipples were bared. Tony teased them with one of his thumbs. She responded with awkward wet kisses. Her hands quickly felt their way inside his dressing gown to rub his bottom and thighs with urgency. Hooking her thumbs over the waistband of his underpants, Shula pushed them over his thighs. She slid down onto her knees, dragging the pants down to his ankles. Tony stepped out of them as the dressing gown fell open. His rapidly stiffening friend confronted Shula. He said nothing. He just stood and watched as a helpless by-stander, as his penis thickened and stiffened in front of her nose.

Shula froze, staring slack-mouthed, wide-open eyes transfixed at the sudden appearance of his friend. She licked her dry lips nervously and slowly as she watched it jerk itself to its full stretch. Putting her hands either side of the penis, she stroked them down the shaft until they held the testicles, cupping them as though holding a glass of brandy.

"I can't take all that!" she muttered as she stared at it, shaking her head in disbelief. "I know I can't!"

Tony didn't flatter himself that he had anything out of the ordinary in size and shape of his equipment, so perhaps she wasn't too familiar with the male appendages after all."Of course you can, Shula darling. It's only regulation size. Nothing spectacular. We'll just ease it in gently and slowly."

She looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with apprehension. "No! I don't think I have the courage. I know it'll hurt."

Tony helped her to her feet and smiled. "You really are scared, aren't you? Is that why you're still a virgin?" She nodded. "Come here, sit on the bed and calm yourself. Tell me all about it. I'll get you a brandy to calm your nerves." He poured stiff brandies and laced them with water.

As he was pouring them, she explained."I've always been scared of sex. Ever since I was quite a young girl. I remember waking up one night to hear my mother whimpering in the next room. The bed was creaking heavily and there was a lot of bumping. I was scared, but I crept to the door and looked in. I heard my mother give a stifled wailing cry. Almost a scream. She was lying face down on the bed with nothing on. My father was lying on top of her bouncing up and down and grunting loudly. You're killing me! she cried out into the pillow. I thought he was really hurting her. Then he rolled off her and I saw this enormous angry looking thing sticking up out of his belly. I thought he'd tried to murder her with it.

"I was only a kid. I was terrified. I crept back to bed and cried. It happened once or twice after that. My mum always ended up wailing and giving these stifled cries. I could never understand why my dad wanted to hurt her. I never ever told anybody and I know now it's daft, of course, but I've never been able to make it with a man." She sat quietly for a few seconds. "Whenever I saw their... thing, I'd remember my mother being hurt by my dad's thing. And as soon as they realised I was too nervous of them, and was reluctant to give in to them, they either lost interest and left, or just asked me to finish them off with my hand ... or something.

"I didn't mind that. In fact I rather liked it. It gave me a funny sort of sense of power over them. One feller, I remember, got a bit rough with me when he saw I wasn't willing to let him have me. He tried to beat me. Fortunately, he was restricted by the lack of space in the car. I managed to get out of it, and before he could pull his trousers up, I ran to where I'd left my own car. I lost a shoe and a lot of pride as well, I think, on the way. He actually chased me in his car, and tried to drive at me, but I managed to get to the main road just in time. I don't mind telling you, I was terrified; I thought he was going to injure me - kill me even - he was so mad at me."

She sniggered quietly. "I only hope his wife found my dirty knickers in his glove compartment. So, after that I really was scared of sex. So I just kept away from temptation. That's quite a few years ago, now." She paused and started to cry softly. Tony handed her a paper hanky but didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say, really."I'm only telling you all this because I'm a bit drunk and because I really have led you on, haven't I? I didn't mean to. It just sort of happened. I was a bit mad at the boss for leaving me on my own. Not that I want anything from him, or anything like that, but while he's around I know nobody will try to feel me up, or anything. I feel safe with him there. And he let me down. The rotten bugger! When I saw you sat with Ian and Bill, I thought I'd be safe with you. So that's why I came to join you.

"Then, on the dance floor, I began to feel randy. I often do, even at the most unlikely times. I played you up I'm afraid. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tease you, but things got a bit out of hand with all the booze and things. And I suddenly thought that if I was going to lose my virginity before I'm too old, it would need to be with someone I liked and trusted. I'm only glad you're a gentleman. And I really mean gentle man, Tony. And you're not bad looking either! Sorry!" 

Tony felt deeply sorry for this forlorn lass. "Well!" he said, "we can try again if you like, and you can stop me at any time you want to. Take it a step at a time. Then it'll be easier the next time, and so on. Are you still feeling randy?"

She nodded with a wry smile, wiping her eyes. "I usually am! And I'd like to try," she said. Tony put his right arm round her and kissed her on the lips. Just a friendly kiss to give her some confidence. he gently rubbed his other hand over her nipples. She began responding clumsily. Her hand fumbled between his thighs for his dormant friend which had long given up any hope of a burial. But the muscle stirred itself, taking an interest again. Shula's eyes opened wide with wonder as she slowly caressed it up and down, watching it swell and lengthen.

"Come on love," he said as he lay her quietly down onto the bed. "Trust me." 

Tony eased her onto her back, exposing fully the narrow waist, laying bare her equally narrow thighs. She made no objection, laying there inert. Her eyes were closed tight and her lips pressed together with determination. She slowly allowed him to part her thighs and stroke her wispy blonde pubic hair over the hard mound above the taut vulva. Finger and thumb parted the narrow outer lips to expose her pale labia, which were thin and scant. They didn't seem fully developed, but were, however, certainly wet enough to be broken into!

Tony ran his middle finger upwards between the slippery lips to reach her little button. Her hips jerked at the touch. Rubbing the pad of the finger over the clitoris for a second or two, he watched as the vulva dilated and closed with excitement, oozing its honey. Then, with the fingers of one hand gently teasing the folds of slippery flesh, the other fastened round his now solid friend. Hoisting his leg over her thighs, he pulled his cock between them until it reached the thin lips. Slowly and gently, Tony rubbed it up and down the oozing crack, nudging the pink lips open, ready for its penetration. Then, quite suddenly, Shula squirmed sideways, and sat up with a look of horror in her eyes. Half-knelt on the bed, Tony wondered what on earth was wrong this time."I think I'm going to be sick," she said, hurriedly slipping her dress back over her shoulders and getting off the bed. "I shouldn't have had that other vodka."

Shula pulled the door open and lurched away down the dim corridor.

'Oh no!' Tony wailed to himself. But, in a way, he was glad really. The last thing he wanted was any kind of emotional tie with poor Shula. As he climbed into his pyjamas, Tony wondered if she'd ever have the courage to go through with it. He would never know, he supposed. Swigging down the rest of the brandy left in the glass, he climbed into bed.

'Twenty-nine and never been fucked!' he said aloud to himself. 'Bloody hell!'

The next morning Tony woke to the ring of the telephone morning call. It was 7.30. His brain started getting into gear and he remembered where he was. His friend was stiff, pressing hard into his belly. The need for a pee got him out of bed, staggering into the bathroom; his friend subsided and as he relieved himself. The mirror showed a brighter looking face than it deserved to be, with reasonably alert eyes. There was a tap on the door.

"Come in!" Tony called out to the maid with the tea tray as he walked out of the bathroom, unaware that he wasn't quite decent, his pyjama trousers gaping open sufficiently to show his half filled penis.

Only it wasn't the maid - it was Mrs Yates, in a cotton dressing gown, carrying a small tray.

"Helping them out, Tony" she said as she bustled in, putting the cup of tea on the bedside table, her eyes drawn to the immodest vision of Tony's penis. Wow! Just what she had hoped for! "Looking after my brood and keeping that poor maid out of your evil clutches. Breakfast no later than half past eight, love. Don't be late". And with a final glance at his manhood over her shoulder, she left. Mrs Yates had visited each of the men in the rooms, but Tony was the only one not properly covered up. She was tempted to go back, but could find no excuse!

Swinging his legs back into bed for ten minutes, Tony looked down, realizing that Mrs Yates must have seen more of him than he intended. He threw his head back and laughed to himself. She probably had a good eyeful, he thought. No wonder she was looking rather surprised.

No sooner had he poured the tea than the door quickly opened and Shula darted in. She was wearing a cotton dressing gown and a wide cheeky grin. he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sh-h-h" she warned as she closed the door quickly and silently. She turned the key. "Mrs Yates is just down the corridor."

She giggled and ran to the bed. Her movements were marionette-like as she crossed to Tony. "Just a quick tease" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, opening Tony's pyjama jacket. She began to tickle his chest. Her gown fell open. Through her nylon nightie Tony could see her nipples; large, dark and stiff. Those boyish breasts tipped with big, hard nipples. He wondered how a blonde could have such dark skin colouring. His friend wasn't bothered with such questions. It was responding quickly, lifting its head with a show of surprised interest. Tony rubbed the left nipple with the palm of his hand but she brushed it away.

"No! Don't do that, I'm not staying!" Her whisper had a nervous breathiness and she giggled again. 'I've only popped in for a quick tease.'

"Just get off a minute," Tony said pushing her to one side.

"Why?" she said as she lifted her bottom off the bed, and knelt beside it.

"Just look what you've done!" he said dramatically, flicking the cover away revealing his now fully stiff prick. "Look at it!" Tony accused her, pointing at the upright part. "Look what you've done again!"

"Oh! My God!" she blurted, giggling, and covered her eyes with the palms of her hands. "Cover it up again, please, Tony." But she immediately opened her palms like blinkers and sneaked another look at it. Then, suddenly, she pushed it to one side. "I've sobered up since last night; I don't want to see it! I'm going. Here though; before I do, take a quick look at this!"

She stood up, lifted the hem of her night-gown and thrust her groin out as she bent her knees slightly. For a brief moment Tony saw the sparse tuft of blonde hair and the glistening lips of her pussy showing through. And then she dropped the hem and turned for the door with another giggle.

"Aw! Come on Shula. Don't go yet. You teased it enough last night, you devil, and left it all frustrated."

She turned. "You're a dirty old man, you bugger" There was a laugh in her voice. Noticing her eyes drawn to the proud penis, Tony jerked its muscles to make it bob up[ and down, to excite her attention. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Gosh! It's as though it had a mind of its own."

"It has. A one-track mind. Come on!" he encouraged her. "I know you only came in for a quick feel and tickle, but I'll bet you're feeling fruity, so come here. Now's your chance to finish last night's business."

She stepped quickly to the side of the bed - a brief pause before she knelt, fascinated by the twitching penis. Her right hand touched it nervously, and pulled back quickly.

"Go on!" he said, "it won't bite." he jerked again it for her. 

"No! I mustn't" she said, eyes glued to his cock, as she reached out for the jerking stem again with her finger tips rubbing them lightly and quickly up and down the shaft. Tony gently played with her left nipple; her face had got closer to the object of her concentration studying every vein along the shaft. She made no move to brush away his hand this time. So he carefully slipped his hand into the top of her nightdress, taking her nipple between the tips of his thumb and fingers, rolling it gently . It was as hard as a nut.

"No Tony! You mustn't let me touch you. It's wrong! It's dirty!" She was talking breathlessly as though to herself. He could feel her breath on his shaft as she eased it sideways to face her. And then her fingers curled round it - or as far round as they would go - and she jerked it up and down slowly, with a burning concentration, her eyes staring at the foreskin sliding up and down. "Gosh! I'm dripping wet!" she muttered to herself.

She was breathing hard."Can I feel yours?" Tony asked quietly.

"No, you bloody can't!" but her breathing was getting heavier. She gave a whimper and sigh. "That's all you're getting," she said suddenly pulling the bedclothes over his loins.

That was sudden, he thought. Has she come? he asked himself.

"Now for quick tickles," she announced, quickly sitting astride Tony. With silly giggles Shula began tickling his chest and armpits. Tony knew that her behaviour was tenuous. After what she had told him last night, she might quickly scuttle away like a startled rabbit if he tried to force myself on her. So he giggled back at her, pretending to buck her off by jerking his loins up and down, pushing against her breasts with the palms of his hands. She clung tight to his thighs with her knees, whilst keeping up a string of giggling.

"I've got you now!" she blurted through her laughter and pinning his shoulders to the bed.

"No, no, no! Stop it!" Tony giggled helplessly at her, pretending to be overcome by her tickling as he tossed this way and that. But he then realised that the bucking motion combined with his rolling from side to side had dislodged the bedclothes so that Shula was actually sitting astride his stiff friend. Not only that, but in straddling over him, the hem of her nightie had been pushed up around her waist. Looking straight down the inside of her billowing nightie Tony could see the tuft of blonde hair pressing against his shaft.

He kept up the pretence of trying to buck her off me whilst managing to manoeuvre the head of his cock between the wet thin lips. They both suddenly relaxed the struggle to regain breath. Shula looked at Tony with a tense indecision. He felt the heat and wetness of her lips now fully astride his penis, pressing down hard with a slight rubbing motion. He was still gently rocking from side to side against her little button. It only needed a dip downwards and a push upwards for his friend to be well and truly wedged inside her. And she would be finally broken in. The movement was having the usual effect on Tony. He could feel the tension in his loins building up. He knew he couldn't last much longer. Shula sensed it as well.

She sat up suddenly as she whispered urgently to herself "Come on then! Let's have it! Come on! Stop pissing about! Get it in! Come on you bugger!"

Just then there was a rap on the door and the handle rattled."Are you in there Shula?" It was Mrs Yates.

"Shit!" Shula sat stock still for a brief moment. "Oh! My God!" she wailed, beating the bedclothes with her fists. Leaping off the bed, she pulled her nightie down as she ran for the door. Tony pulled the bed covers over his naked front and picked up the cup and saucer. Shula wrapped her gown close round her before unlocking the door. Mrs Yates pushed it open, looking quickly round for any evidence of illicit goings on. "You little devil!"

"We were only talking about the first paper for conference. It's all right!" 

"With the door locked? Go on you little crack pot."

As Shula hurried to the door, her hand caught the corner of the bedcover, dragging it from Tony's reclining body, exposing the stiff erection rearing towards the ceiling, for all to see. Well, for Mrs Yates to see. She gave Tony an accusing look, before her eyes quickly went back, resting on the handsome cock, her arms hugging the dressing gown round her plump body.

After swallowing heavily, she said "You're a dirty bugger, and I'll bet I was only just in time by the look of that." But her eyes never left the sight of his cock. They filled with arousal and lust. It was years since she had last seen such a thing. It was quite recently that she found herself getting interested in sex again. Something to do with her age perhaps, but her mind would wander into memories of sexual encounters of the past. She had actually taken to masturbating again, though she always felt guilty afterwards. She had no idea why! It didn't stop her from doing it again though when she felt the need. Which was getting more frequent.

Tony noticed at once that the matronly lady wanted her fill of the spectacle. He swung his legs out over the side of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, sitting with impudence, knees apart, flaunting his erection and heavy testicles.

"Well, you see there Mrs. Yates. You were in time to prevent a fate worse than death for Shula. But what a waste!"

Torn between wanting to linger over the sight of a handsome stiff cock, and hurrying from the room of shame, Mrs Yates stood undecided. Now a widow of five years, turned 50 years old, she had not enjoyed a penis penetrate her vagina for more years than she could remember. Her husband's last years had been sex-free, as well. The desires of her youth had been pushed out of reach, in the darkest recesses of her memory for all those years, until recently. At this moment, suddenly, they came flooding back. She had once been a very sex-hungry woman, with a nice figure. Shapely breasts and firm buttocks. Both had how filled out rather a lot. The thought of her younger days reminded her of the exciting sex she had enjoyed. Her name was Dora, though since becoming a widow she had always been Mrs Yates.

And now, her before her eyes, was a wonderful erect penis. Gorgeous! She was mesmerized by the tracery of blue veins beneath the surface of the shaft. The cock was throbbing, she thought. Eager for action. Dora stared with longing, her heart thudding in her chest, as it jerked before her.

After a few moments watching Mrs. Yates feast her eyes on the sight of his manhood, mouth open, Tony flexed his penile muscle making the penis jerk. sat up on the edge of the bed, putting his arms inside the dressing gown, round Mrs Yates's ample waist. His hands lifted the hem of her nightie, before stroking the heavy cheeks of her bottom. He felt her muscles tense. If he couldn't seduce Shula, perhaps Mrs Yates would be willing to satisfy the urgent need flooding his groin. Any vagina would do in an emergency. She didn't try to wriggle out of his embrace. That was a good sign. Pressing his face between the large breasts, he could feel her heart pounding.




Sex and the Office Ch. 01



No one knew her name was Dora. But now, as she felt Tony's head between her breasts, his hands caressing her bottom, she was young Dora once again. Without thinking, she tore open her nightie, pressing his head between the soft flesh. As lips latched on to her dark brown left nipple, now hard, engorged with arousal, all propriety vanished from her mind. Her usual modesty was swamped by the sudden overwhelming need for sex. It was all she wanted at this minute. Her mouth had dried. Her eyes were clenched. The hand moved from her buttocks into her hairy inner thighs, exploring the firmness, squeezing the inner flesh. She was gasping, muscles twitching.

Oh my god! Fingers were feeling her labia. Squeezing those large hanging flaps of flesh, surrounded by an abundance of coarse dark hair, that had always been the cause of some embarrassment to Dora. She couldn't believe this was happening. Or that she was even allowing it to happen. It was like a dream. It wasn't happening. But she was desperate for the feel of cock. Her hands sought the shaft between Tony's thighs. Oh yes! Wonderful, wonderful cock. Her fingers wrapped round the shaft, embracing the warm stiffness. She had always adored cock as a younger woman, and here she was, grasping the thick shaft again after all this time. It felt fantastic. Her memories of men's cocks came surging back. Lips sucking her large hard nipples were causing her vagina to respond with oozing juices. Oh god! It was marvelous. Don't let it stop. Keep going! Fingers were now probing her most secret part. Wet and warm.

It was now or never, Tony thought. It was obvious that Mrs Yates was begging for it. Or at least, her body was. Suckling those huge nipples had increased his own need. With a swift move, he stood, twisting his body round her side until he was behind her. Pressing her body over the bed, Dora propped herself on her arms, parting her thighs, as Tony lifted the hem of her clothes over her waist to reveal the pale abundance of buttocks. With his cock in his right hand, he pushed it between the crack, sliding it forward, searching for the tell-tale wetness between the hairy frame. Oh yes! There it was. He took the generous labia with fingers of his other hand, stretching them apart to reveal the vagina.

This was always a moment of sheer delight for Tony, to have the head of his cock poised at the entrance of a different vagina. Enjoying every second, he slid the shaft into the place nature had designed for it. Oh yes! Tight! Almost like a young virgin. The vagina was reluctant to stretch at first. Years of neglect perhaps. But as the cock slowly penetrated the opening, driving deeper, the inner vaginal muscles relaxed, allowing him to slip inside, until he was filling the passage.

Unwilling to believe this was really happening, Dora held her breath as she felt Tony fumbling with her sloppy vulva, until his shaft parted the opening to her pussy. Oh god! Incredible sensations pulsed through her groin. God, she was tight! She pushed backwards against Tony's groin, flexing her muscles to accommodate the stranger in her. Oh my god! This was sublime! The feeling of a cock driving deep into her. Unbelievable! Pausing when fully immersed, before slowly sliding out, the cock thrust in hard and deep again. Her whole body was on fire. Shaking and trembling as the cock now fucked her deep and hard. She heard her own groans and grating breath. This was so heavenly. She had forgotten the supreme joy of being fucked. Don't stop, please!

With his hands grasping the flesh of her waist, Tony pushed deep and hard with firm strokes the whole length of his cock. The vagina gripped it hard, pushing against him in rhythm to his thrusts. Sobbing and moaning, Mrs Yates was clearly in raptures. He wondered how long she had been without a fuck. Years maybe. The trembling and shaking of her thick thighs was evidence of her enjoyment. A fuck for her to remember! He could hardly believe that here he was, with his cock deeply embedded in a 50 year old matronly widow. But it was wonderful! God knows how long he kept going, but he wallowed in every thrust. Eventually he felt Mrs Yates starting to buck and heave, flexing her muscles hard, her whole body juddering. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. She was nearing her orgasm. Give it to her hard!

The long-asleep sensations of her body now fully aroused, Dora was relishing the return of contracting muscles in her belly. A deep stirring in her groin giving her an immense thrill as the eruptions began to gather behind her clitoris. Her fingers fumbled for the hard clit behind its hood. Hard and sensitive. Her two middle fingers rubbed hard in a circular movement as the tension inside built to an irresistible agony. Her buttocks heaved as the cock drove deep in her. Faster and harder. God! Her belly jolted. Her breathing stopped for a brief moment. Here it comes! Yes! That magical pause of anticipation, then the explosion hit her hard. She was crying out, gasping for breath.

Tony kept driving into her as fast and brutal as he could, clutching her waist whilst the orgasm reached it's climax. Then, as she cried out, he felt his own muscles contract from deep down, and spasms shook his loins from his toes. Shit! He felt the first spurt ejaculate deep inside the grateful vagina. Then six more spurts of relief, each with a brutal spasmodic thrust, until he was finally spent. Mrs Yates was slumped on the bed. Both were panting for breath. After holding his cock deep in place for quite some time, Tony finally allowed it to contract and withdraw, slipping reluctantly from the warm grasp.

Dora was dumfounded. Now that the demands of her unexpected lust had been met, she was unable to think straight. The experience had been so fantastic, but what the hell would Tony think of her? How could she face him again, now that he had knowledge of her body. Oh god! So embarrassing! Ah well! Get out of here first, she decided. Quickly standing, Dora let her nightie and dressing gown fall into place, turned to the door and left without a word. Well, what could she say? Thank you perhaps! That was wonderful? Well, it was wonderful, but she couldn't say that to Tony. What must he think of her? Her mind was in turmoil as she hurried to her room, conscious of the sperm dribbling down her inner thighs. That was a wonderful feeling - to have sperm running down her legs.

After she had gone, Tony speculated on the event. Contemplating his softened penis, he had surprised himself at finding Mrs Yates oddly attractive. But he really enjoyed it. And he was sure Mrs Yates had as well. So, perhaps he'd done her a big favor. He was certainly ready for it after the teasing from Shula. As his father used to say, there's many a fine tune played on an old fiddle! He wondered with a chuckle, what Shula would say if she found out. The mind boggled!

Tony hardly spoke to Shula all morning. At breakfast she was sitting with the boss and four other staff members. She left the table to become busy being efficient and organising. He watched her. It had been a funny old time. He'd learned a lot about that lonely woman with a fear of men. You wouldn't have thought butter would have melted in that mouth. She seemed full of self-confidence as she passed round papers to the sales staff and Tony wondered if, underneath that veneer of efficiency she was actually feeling randy. She said she often was.

She handed him a cup of coffee at the break. "Thick and strong for you, Tony? Is that how you like it?" she whispered with a cheeky grin."No, Shula! Thick and strong is more like your own preference. I'll have mine with melted honey!" He gave her a meaningful look and they laughed together. 

"Dirty bugger." She nudged him.

The conference finished at lunchtime. Tony didn't bother to stay on for lunch, preferring to get home. Besides, he wold need to sort out what to say to the ladies, if anything, when he got into work on Monday morning. Perhaps just forget it happened. When he got to the office, he was told that poor Shula had crashed her car into a tree on a nasty bend on the way back on Friday afternoon and almost killed herself. Her face was smashed and she suffered severe internal injuries. The cosmetic surgeons could do little other than patch her face up. She was a long time coming to terms with her misfortune - if she ever did. What was almost as bad was that Mrs Yates was traveling with her. Not so badly injured, though she took a long time to recover.

Time, they say, is a great healer.



Sex and the Office Ch. 02



SEX AND THE OFFICE - PENELOPE.

Her male colleagues called her Penny the Prude behind her back. There was Angel-tits Shula, Sexy Sheila, Ravishing June, Big Bum Barbara, Fornicating Fiona, and so on. Others, at the local amateur theater, called her The Ice-Maiden. In the office, Penelope kept herself to herself more or less. She was responsible for invoicing customers. Boring, boring! But an income was necessary, unfortunately, to buy the extra luxuries that made her life bearable. To which was added a small income from teaching drama to children on Saturday mornings at the theatre. Ugh!

With her oval face, straight nose, Cupid lips, small chin, perfect skin, pale complexion and auburn hair, she was well aware that she was genuinely beautiful, poised and elegant. With a slender figure, small breasts, narrow waist and long shapely legs supporting an attractive, pert bottom, men drooled over her. She was beset by them trying to chat her up. They were sent away with fleas in their ears. 

It was Penny's general attitude towards them that earned her the nick-name of The Ice -maiden. If there was any chatting up to do, it was Penny who would do it - if she fancied a man. And she was most particular whom she chose to allow to kiss and fondle her and, if she really became interested, to go the whole way. That was a rare privilege reserved for a few discreet, rich, suave handsome men.

Penny had studied drama, collecting a few LAMDA certificates and spending a couple of years at the Central School of Speech and Drama to be 'finished', as her mother said. Penelope was brought up to be lady-like and genteel; never to show her teeth when she smiled; to greet complements with a slight inclination of the head. Penny was not allowed to be herself, only what her mother wanted her to be. So she would sit quietly with her parents, thinking foul words, knowing how horrified they would be if they knew what was in her head.

Fuck. Cunt. Shit. Fuck. Prick. Tits. Fuck. Balls. Common, vulgar words were something she totally abhorred in company, though in her private thoughts she used them all the time. They gratified her underlying lust. They rebelled against the prim attitude of her parents - her mother in particular. She, too, was a strikingly beautiful woman with a full, firm figure. They were delighted when their daughter found James to marry. The son and heir of a thriving local business. He turned out to be a mean husband, though.

It wasn't long before Penelope and James slept in separate beds. When close friends discovered this, she would simply explain. 'What, darling? Sleep with a smelly man? You must be joking!' She had met him at a high-society ball in the nearby market town. He seemed able to offer her what she thought she wanted from a husband; money, position, style. In that order. And in exchange, he could occasionally have her body, but not her soul.

So she chose him with her mother's approval.

Filthy jokes did repel Penny, however. Even privately. She rarely joined her husband with their gang of friends in the local inn because she would have to listen to dirty stories and common gossip. It was against her image to engage in such trash. House parties were more her style and, sometimes, she would meet up with their friends later in the evening, if a party was to be the outcome. Her elegant, superior beauty, was often the target of cynical comment from both sexes. The Ice-maiden suited her personality. Little did they know her! It was common gossip that her husband kept a mistress, and no-one was the least surprised.

When Tony joined the office team, having moved from Manchester, Penny ignored him, until she discovered, almost by chance, some time after he had joined them, that he was involved in the Amateur Theater movement. During a lunch hour exchange, she realized that he was highly thought of as a director in the Manchester area. She herself was a member of two local theaters. It seemed a good idea to introduce him to both of them. And, since Tony had just moved house, he was ready to get involved again.

It wasn't long before he was an influential person there. He and his wife became part of the group of people who met regularly for drinks at week-ends, so she got to know them well enough. Tony's wife, Charity, was something of a flirt. The opposite of Penelope. In fact, Penny had it on good authority, that Charity was more than generous with her favours, particularly when she'd had a few drinks. And she was less particular about her men. Penny even suspected her own husband of having taken advantage of Charity's favours. Whether or not Tony was aware of his wife's adultery, Penny wasn't sure.

Thinking back, it was never clear to Penny when she had first become attracted to Tony. Her desire to have him was something that had crept up on her, unnoticed until, one evening during a rehearsal, she looked at him and knew that she must have him. She was aware that Tony had never made a pass at her. She didn't know why.

Tony wasn't the sort of man who usually attracted her, but Penny admired him for his fine direction, particularly of the classics. His wide imagination brought to life the stuffiest of plays. Such was his reputation, that most of the best actors in the area jostled to be cast in one of his productions. It might be thought that such a luminary would have a whole harem of mistresses at his beck and call, eager to join him on the casting couch.

But Penny knew this not to be the case from one or two of her friends who had made the offer. They had been tactfully turned down, without them in any way feeling slighted. Penny had never felt the need to make suggestive advances to Tony for the purpose of getting a part. She was a good enough actor to be cast in any part where elegance and wit were needed. And she knew that Tony regarded her talents in high regard.

So it came as a surprise to Penny when, one evening, she realised that her curiosity was aroused about his sexual ability. Watching him work one evening, on a scene that did not involve her, her gaze fell on his bottom. She was turned on by men's bottoms, and saw that Tony's was a shapely pair of well-rounded cheeks. She hadn't noticed them before that night. In her imagination, she completely undressed him, but saw only the back of his body. His pale buttocks beckoned to her. Wanting to feel them in her hands, she visualised herself moving up behind him.

Each hand gripped a cheek in a tight grasp; kneading them; clutching at them. Her naked body pressed against the warm cleft, as her hands reached round to the front. Whilst one held his erect cock tight against his belly, rubbing up and down against it, the other cradled his balls. With thumb and fingers, she squeezed each plum in turn until he moaned with the pain. All the while, she imagined grinding her navel against the fleshy orbs. She responded to her thoughts with a tell-tale tingle between her thighs; a fluttering in her groin.

With a little shudder Penelope squeezed her legs together, feeling the stirrings of a light orgasm ripple through her. Smiling to herself, she knew that if Tony's prying fingers were to invade her private valley at that moment, they would be generously smeared with her secret honey. Penny imagined his cock penetrating her willing cunt. Yes that was the word to use for a crude act. She allowed it to enter. It felt good. A good hard fuck! It was at that moment she determined to lure him into her bed. But how?

After rehearsal that evening, Penny decided on impulse to join the cast in the local pub. She usually remained aloof from the rest of the cast. Not that she was unfriendly, but after-rehearsal chatter bored her. She preferred to go home. But she wanted to see Tony. She stood in the doorway of the public bar, looking incongruous in her elegant coat, hair perfectly in place.

'Goodness, Penelope. To what do we owe this honour,' was the laughing comment from Alan, the leading man.

'Well, we've finished a bit earlier tonight, so I thought I'd have a swift drink before driving home. I'll have a vodka and bitter lemon, please, darling.'

Penny looked round imperiously as she spoke, but Tony wasn't there. Her heart skipped a beat. Perhaps he wasn't coming into the pub that evening. Alan was ordering the drinks at the bar.

'Is Tony not joining you tonight?' she asked casually.

'Sure. I've just got him a pint in, so he'd better.'

As he spoke Tony appeared through the door with Jaycee, one of the younger actors. They were laughing. Penelope was cross with herself for feeling a wee tinge of jealousy. A sense of hopelessness swept over her. Why did she believe Tony might have any interest in her? He was clearly after Jaycee. She, at least, had the large full breasts men prefer. Hers were on the small side. She often wished they were bigger. Still, her nipples were something else!

Tony's eyes opened with surprise when he saw Penny. It was that look which roused determination in her.

'Hello darling. Surprised to see me, are you?'

'Yes. But pleasantly so.' He laughed. 'Come and join us.'

Jaycee looked none too pleased. No sooner had they settled than Tony announced that he couldn't stay long. 'Charity needed the car tonight. But I'll take a taxi so that none of you need to leave before closing time. No! I insist.'

'Nonsense!' Penny was in quickly with the offer of a lift home. 'I was only having a quick one, anyway - just to be friendly.'

'But it's out of your way,' he remonstrated.

'Not really, darling. I can go over the top road. Won't take long.'

During the conversation and laughter, Penny looked keenly at the unsuspecting Tony. She speculated in her mind about his penis. Would it be long and thin, she wondered, or thick and hard? Judging by his fingers, straight and thick. How would he kiss? Was he a good lover? Or did he suffer from premature ejaculation, like so many men? She imagined herself naked in his arms, his erection pressing against her belly. She imagined feeling it; easing it into the wet crack between her thighs.

Her knickers were getting wetter.

They left after twenty minutes or so, walking to the car park. They spoke about the play, but Penny's thoughts were elsewhere. They drove off in silence.

'Did I see you flirting with that Jaycee girl? Are you keen on her?'

Tony was taken aback by the sudden question.

'Well, it's all a bit of fun, isn't it? Nothing serious in it.'

'You don't flirt with me, Tony.'

Tony looked across at her with a bemused smile. Her profile was relaxed

'But you don't flirt, Penelope. Besides, you're out of my league. Above that sort of thing, I would have thought.'

'Well, of all the cheek, Tony. How do you know that, if you've never tried.'

Tony had never thought of trying. He knew the response some of his friends got when they tried it on with her. Friends he regarded as more attractive than himself.

'Besides,' she went on, 'you're an attractive man. Intelligent. Interesting. Not out of my league, as you put it, one little bit. If anything, it's the other way round, darling.'

'You flatter me. I wouldn't have thought a beautiful, elegant lady such as yourself, could have any interest whatever in a rough-neck like me.'

'Don't be so modest. And don't put me on a pedestal. I'm not saying that I want to leap into bed with you,' she lied. 'Just a passing cuddle. I do need a little warmth - a hug sometimes, you know.'

Tony noticed that Penny had turned off the main road. She was taking the back lane over the edge of the moors. It was a diversion he often took himself when he wanted a few minutes of passion with his passenger. The unlit road was littered with lay-byes. Ideal for furtive liaisons.

She was aware of his alertness. 'I thought we'd take a little diversion, darling' Penny explained. 'Out of the busy traffic. It's a quieter route, you know.' she glanced at him with a smile. 'Do you know it?'

The traffic on the main road hadn't been particularly busy, Tony thought. 'Yes,' he said aloud, ' I do, as a matter of fact.'

'Then you'll probably know why I've come this way.'

With his mind in something of a whirl, Tony tried to figure pout why Penny had suddenly become interested in him. After all this time, without a whisper of interest, she seemed eager to embrace him. Why? Ah well, he thought. If that's the way the land lies, wonderful. He had never thought for a moment that Penny would show any interest. 

They drove slowly past several cars parked at the side of the road. Sure enough, Penny pulled into one of the lay-byes, deserted and secluded from the road by a low hedge. The engine was switched off and the lights doused. Total darkness engulfed them. Not even a moon. There was a stillness; a silence between them. Penny could just discern Tony beside her.

She suddenly had second thoughts. Not a good idea after all. Tony would think her a wanton lecher. He would lose all respect for her if she gave in to her desires and let him touch her. Down there! Nevertheless, she felt some remorse for having led him so far without at least a kiss. Oh dear! What should she do, she wondered? She leaned over, took his face in her hands to find his lips with hers.

After a lingering kiss, Penny leaned back in the seat waiting for Tony's move. She didn't have to wait long. Putting his arms round her neck and shoulders, he drew her towards him. The kiss was firm, his tongue probed her lips, forcing them apart to slip between her teeth. His lips pressed at her twisting mouth, insistent and warm. Penny's response was luke-warm. Tentative. She put her arm round his waist, but offered little more encouragement. Penny decided it wasn't the time to get intimate.

Tony's right hand was caressing her neck, exploring her shoulder. As it slipped into the top of her blouse to fondle the rising flesh of her breast, Penny laid her hand on his wrist. She broke out of the kiss.

'Darling! Where do you think you're putting your hand?'

'You have such silky, smooth skin. I was just examining the tactile qualities.'

'Well, that part is private.'

'But it was your idea to come here,' Tony argued. 'If not to indulge in a little fondling, then why?'

'Just to test us out.' She sighed. 'Look, Tony, I'm not an easy person to get to know. I'm slow at letting myself go. I don't let myself go that easily. I need time. And trust.'

'OK.'

'Besides, I was taught that to allow a man too much freedom to soon, is to lose his respect. That's all you men want, isn't it? A fuck! But, when once plucked, 'tis no longer alluring. You know the line.'

'I know the line. It's rubbish, of course. Most men I know deepen their regard for a woman who shares his passion; his need for warmth and friendship.'

'But that need not mean a sexual relationship.'

'OK!' tony paused. 'So you're just teasing!'

'If you like. But teasing can still be fun, darling.'

Tony took away his hand to concentrate on kissing her face and lips. When he heard the soft murmurs escape her lips, he nibbled the lobes of her ears gently, stroking her cheek and neck, combing the fingers of his left hand through her hair. Penny responded by returning his kisses, her open mouth exploring his cheeks and chin. She felt herself relaxing and loosening. She was willing him to fondle her, rub her clitoris. If only she dared!

Anxious to get to grips with his body, she was still afraid of him thinking her cheap and wanton. So she avoided the temptation of feeling for his bulge, much as she was desperate to. Tony's right arm had curled round her waist, beneath her coat. It had eased the hem of her blouse out of the waist-band and was busy caressing her waist. He felt the fluttering deep inside her belly. He knew Penny was flooding her knickers, but was unsure how she would react to further attempts to invade of her privacy. His own genitals were aroused, straining at the underwear.

'Shall we get into the back seat?' Tony suggested.

Penny sat up with mock scorn. 'No! What do you take me for? I must be going. I'll be late home and James will want to know where I've been.'

'Not even for five minutes?'

It took several deep breaths before Penny could explain. 'No! Darling! I might not be able to control myself. And I must. Otherwise I lose my pride. Besides, five minutes isn't enough for us.'

'Some other time, perhaps?'

'Perhaps.'

They drove to Tony's in silence. Penny's mind was in a turmoil. This was a ridiculous situation. Other men she had fancied were easier to handle, somehow. She could control events. In this case, she felt less confident. There was something about Tony, some mysterious force, she found hard to resist.

Tony gave her a light kiss goodnight. A friendly peck.

'Thanks for the lift.'

'Not at all. Thanks for the cuddle.'

'My pleasure. Goodnight.'

Penelope drove away full of regrets for having had stupid prudish feelings. An ideal opportunity lost. Shit! Bollocks!

Back at the office the next day, neither Penny nor Tony spoke to each other apart from an 'hello'. Not even a smile! Business as usual, though they worked in different offices some distance apart when Tony was not out.

But the next opportunity for Penny happened to come up that same week-end. One of the women in the gang was celebrating her birthday and there was to be a party. After a few drinks at the local, the group armed themselves with bottles of beer and wine. They descended on the hostess in a mood of gaiety. Penny was already there, having declined to go to the pub. Besides, she wanted to keep a clear head.

Having eaten a well-prepared light buffet supper, they sang, standing round the piano, talked together in corners, or sat in chairs, women on men's laps. Keith was on the piano, playing numbers from the shows they'd been involved in. Penny was feeling light-hearted after a few vodkas. She also felt wanton and naughty. Over the past few days Penny had thought of nothing else but Tony; remembering his kisses, his roaming fingers. She reached the decision to develop a plan to seduce him.

His first encounter with her, she knew full well, would have made Tony rather more eager to flirt with her. At least he knew she was available for him, given time. His appetite was whetted. Besides, she was aware that men rarely accepted defeat in the affairs of love quite so easily, particularly after one encounter. His interest in her was definitely aroused. He would try again, she was sure. Since Penny had shown him her own inclinations, he would not be satisfied until he had become acquainted with her body in its entirety. Her plan was to tease him some more. She wanted to see him squirm with frustration. But, next time, she might let him go another next step and feel her between the thighs.

The unmarried younger girl, Jaycee, was showing an interest in Tony. She was standing in the hall, arms round his neck, kissing him with passion and obvious arousal. Tony was enjoying the encounter, pressing his groin into hers, grinding them together. Penny watched from a distance with an air of grim determination. Was Tony deliberately goading her? she wondered. That young slip of a lass could easily be out-manoeuvered.

Looking round, she noticed his wife, Charity, under the stairs in the dark, in the arms of one of the men. Her own husband was at the piano, talking enthusiastically with another of the women. Neither would take any notice of what their spouses were doing. Keith was no longer playing the piano which had been replaced with soft music from a tape deck. Penny went up to Tony and caught hold of his wrist.

'Can I have a word with you,' she said with a smile, in a voice not to be argued with. She smiled sweetly at Jaycee, dragging him away from the surprised younger girl.

'Sorry,' Tony called back to his kissing partner. 'Thank you, Jaycee. We'll talk later.'




Sex and the Office Ch. 02



'Talk indeed. Come and sit with me. Talk to me.'

Penny pushed him into an arm-chair in the lounge, sitting over his lap, her bottom to the left of his thighs, one arm round his neck. With subdued lighting, the room was lit by two table lamps and a standard lamp in the far corner, by the piano.

'I wanted to apologize to you for treating you the way I did the other night, darling. It was wrong of me to tease you like that, without a proper ending, so to speak. At least for you. Do you forgive me?'

'Sure.' He gave her a reassuring smile.

'Good! Then put your arms round me.' He did. Penny started to work on him.

'Have you thought about me since we last met?'

'Of nothing else,' he lied. 'Your mystery remains in tact, but tantalizing.'

Around the room, in a fine blue haze of cigarette smoke, other couples were in general conversation, many sat on the laps of others, arms round necks and waists. In the next room, through the double doors, one or two couples were dancing close together in the semi-dark. No doubt hands were straying into blouses. Mens' bulges being groped.

'Good!' She gave him a squeeze.

Their attention was suddenly demanded from the others sitting around the room, so that Penny and Tony were drawn into the discussion and laughter.

Tony became aware of Penny's constant fidgeting. She squirmed on his lap. As she did, her thighs kneaded against his groin, tormenting his penis. The inevitable result was the thickening and lengthening of that muscle. He was sure that Penny would be aware of it's hardening, but couldn't be sure whether it was deliberate or not. When Penny leaned forward slightly, lifting her buttocks to readjust her position, Tony took the opportunity of adjusting the position of his hardening cock. A quick deft move, unseen by the others.

Smiling to herself, Penny was aware of his intentions, giving him time to complete the move. The lifting of her buttocks seemed to Tony a clear invitation to him to fondle her bottom. He would soon know. Without attracting any attention, he scooped his hand from behind, below Penelope's thigh, pushing the palm of his hand beneath the hem of her dress. Had he been sober, he would never have had the boldness to do such a thing. Drink had lowered his reticence.

To his delight, bare flesh sat in his hand. As she spoke, Penny turned first to one couple, then another, engaged in deep discussion, managing to wriggle her bottom in such a way that it allowed Tony's fumbling fingers to ease their way beneath her thigh and into the cleft of her buttocks. Tony was flabbergasted and pleased with her response. There could be no doubt that Penny was engineering the whole thing. Jiggling her knees round as she joined in the discussion, the fingers were encouraged to find their way into the gusset of her French knickers.

As the conversation developed into a heated argument, Tony's fingers suddenly encountered the hairy folds of Penny's vulva, sticky and hot. He held his breath. The ice-maiden really had a fanny after all. Not the cool gash he imagined, with dry lips, but a hot, juicy vagina, with surrounding hair, ample folds of exciting flesh, oozing warm nectar. Tony could hardly believe this was happening. The thought of Penelope being warm and sexy was something he hadn't imagined. Particularly after the events of the other evening in the car. Yet, here he was, paddling his fingers in her juices. The knickers she was wearing were of the French type, with open gusset.

He speculated whether or not it might be possible for him to release his cock and, without arousing suspicion, slip it into the waiting orifice of the ice-maiden's vagina. That would be an audacious master stroke! But that would be too risky, he decided. Instead, he would work on her clitoris, tease her to a peak of frustration.

Across the room, Penny's husband was happily enjoying a joke, whilst his wife was being felt up, barely six feet away. Penny felt brazen and reckless. By rocking back as she laughed out loud, with innocent enjoyment, she could guide Tony's fingers into the lush heat; feel them finally push deep into her pussy. When she rolled forward again, they retracted. What if someone noticed what they were doing and drew attention to it? In this dim lighting, could they detect the subtle movement in Tony's arm as he wriggled his fingers?

The danger of her situation exhilarated her. Penny tried to imagine her husband's face if he discovered what she was up to. Suppose he ordered her to get up, strip off her clothes for all the guests to see her naked body. Bend her over his lap, forcing her thighs apart, to show her juicy, hairy cunt to the others. Open its aroused lips for everyone to see the oozing entrance to her secret. Humiliate her. Slap her bottom. But, it was when Tony started to fondle her clitoris with the obvious intention of bringing her to an orgasm that Penny really began to panic.

Her fantasy had already heightened her thrill, bringing her closer to an unavoidable climax. She realized that Tony was very good at stimulating the little female trigger. It had become his turn to tease her! That was not her plan at all. Her vague intention was to bring him off, to see how he covered up ejaculating in his trousers whilst joining in the chatter. But that's not how it was working out! Her own loins were boiling with arousal. Her knickers were soaking. Her breathing was getting patchy; her voice becoming hoarse. Fever pitch was nearing. People would begin to notice; to wonder what was wrong with her. With a deep breath, she gathered her wits, turning to smile sweetly at Tony.

'Excuse me. Must go to the toilet, darling.'

She gave him a second to withdraw his hand from beneath her skirt as she stood. No-one was taking any notice. No-one for one moment would think that she was being groped. Smoothing down the skirt as she walked out of the room, Penny sighed with relief. She had discovered that being secretly felt up in the company of others was a fantastic new thrill for her. Tony was really a audacious devil. Someone to reckon with. No-one else she could think of would have had the sheer nerve to try that on. Try to bring her off in front of friends. She admired his debauchery. It excited her beyond belief.

Once in the toilet she was so turned on, that her hands groped wildly for her vulva, rubbing hard, middle two stiffened fingers pressing her clitoris up and down. Leaning against the wash-basin, looking in the mirror at her face distorted with lust, she quickly brought herself off with a woosh of relief. She sighed heavily as her body relaxed, before carefully cleaned up the sticky mess covering her genitals. She looked at the sticky mess on her fingers. Wonderful! After washing her hands and vulva, she changed into clean knickers she had the foresight to bring with her. A quick spray of her perfume and no-one would know, but a few minutes ago, that she had reeked of female sex.

As she cleaned up, Penny thought of ways of taking the affair further. She was enjoying Tony. He could be fun, she thought. There was only five days before she and her close friend Mary had booked themselves a week-end in London. They had planned to travel on Friday afternoon and to share a twin room at the Bedford Hotel. Tony went to London fairly often on business, she thought. If only he could join them and stay overnight. That would be fun. She'd talk to Mary who was hoping to spend some time with her actor friend who had seduced her whilst filming nearby. He lived in the outskirts of London.

Mary knew Penny better than anyone. They confided to each other their most secret thoughts and fantasies. Mary knew that Penny's outward appearance belied her filthy mind. And Mary was equally innocent-looking, though always read for discreet sex. They were both aware of the other's indiscretions. In fact, come to think of it, it may have been Mary's lascivious interest on Tony that had started Penny thinking in that direction.

Back in the lounge, made bold with the drink, others were all flirting, opening kissing and fondling. Some in the other room were furtively fondling breasts and crotches as they danced. Palms rubbed hard bulges in front of trousers. Fingers rubbed nipples and caressed breasts. Others just stood in corners, drinking and smoking. They talked away whilst their companions swayed and snogged.

Tony was not to be seen. Penelope looked round for him. He was, in fact, in the grip of the young Jayne. After Penny had rushed off, he had smiled to himself at her plight, furtively sniffing his stained fingers long and deep as he went to the downstairs toilet to relieve his hard-on. Mmm. He never expected to inhale the female smell of Penny's pussy. Exciting!The toilet door opened. Coming out was the inebriated Jayne. She took one look over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, before pulling him into the small room.

Before he knew what was happening, she had unzipped his flies to pull out his still-rigid cock. Quickly unbuckling his belt and opening the zipper, she pushed down his trousers, forcing him onto the toilet seat. Jayne lifted her skirt, and straddled him with her back to him. With unrestrained urgency, she forced his cock into her eager wet fanny. The young lady, wild with lust, bounced up and down with great vigor on his cock. Tony was terrified someone would hear her panting grunts until, thankfully, he exploded inside her. This was enough to bring her to her own violent, squirming, jerking orgasm. Without saying a word, Jayne stood up, pulled up her knickers and quickly left the room.

A dazed Tony locked the door, examined the combination of pussy juice and sperm in his pubic hair, before wiping it off with a face flannel. After washing his hands, he redressed himself. Cold water splashed over his face brought him round enough to regain his composure to go back to the lounge.

What a night this is turning out to be, Tony thought. Everyone seems to want me to fuck them. Probably my wife as well when she's finished with the others! Lights had been doused in the other room, but grunts and sighs hinted at what was going on in there! Perhaps that's where Charity was. Should he take a look? Perhaps not. She would enjoy telling him later, in bed, if she'd 'scored'. Charity always enjoyed a shag in bed with him, almost as though to salve her guilt for her earlier indiscretions. She would tease him by telling him, as he fucked her hard, that he was always better than the others.

Penny came up to him. 'Get me drink, lover-boy.' she whispered. 'You were very close to making it. I was ready to take off!'

He smiled. They sidled into the kitchen where the bottles and empty glasses were scattered over every available top. Whilst he poured her a vodka and bitter lemon, she asked him if he was due to go to London the following week.

'Probably,' he told he. 'But I'm not sure when. Towards the end of the week.'

'Excellent!' And she told him of her plans to spend the week-end there with her friend Mary. 'Why not join us for a night at the theater? We could have a meal first and get back to the hotel for a night-cap.'

'Only a night-cap?'

'Well, we'll have to see how it goes.'

'There'll be Mary, remember.'

'I'm sure she won't mind.'

'That might be arranged, I think.'

'Will Charity mind?'

'Why should she?'

'Oh, well, you know how people gossip.'

'She might take advantage of it herself -- who knows?'

Tony looked carefully at Penelope. 'You really are an extra-ordinary woman. Beautiful and enigmatic. So elegant and self-assured. No-one would think that beneath the refined and highly polished exterior lies a filthy, debauched slut, dying to be fucked.'

She smiled sweetly at him. 'Well - there you go.'

'Do you enjoy talking dirty?'

'Yes! As a matter of fact I do. It's quite piquant. I've never done it with anyone else before, though. What excites even more is the thought that the others probably think we're discussing the play, or some such serious stuff. If they knew we were talking about sex, orgasms and ejaculations, they'd be staggered.'

He laughed quietly. 'If they knew I'd nearly brought you off in front of them, they'd be even more surprised.'

'The mind boggles, darling. It really boggles! You are an audacious dirty bugger!'

'Does your husband talk dirty to you.'

'Good heavens, no! He knows I'd slap his face if he dared to.'

'Why, then, did you marry him?'

'Position, darling. Position, rank and money. Oh, and a beautiful house.'

'Not love, then?'

'Don't be silly. What's love?'

'You are an unfeeling hussy.'

'I know!'

'But you really turn me on. I never imagined in a million years that you were a sex maniac!'

'Same here. The sheer bloody cheek of feeling me up in front of all our friends. I mean! That really takes the biscuit.'

'I very nearly fucked you, you know. My cock was poised for penetration. Only a zip fastener stood between us.'

Penelope winced a little at his use of the four-letter word again, though when Tony spoke it, it seemed quite natural, somehow.

'I never thought I'd ever be grateful to a zip-fastener, darling. But I am.'

'Yes, that might have been too much. Couldn't have sperm spilling all over your dress and my trousers, now, could we?'

'Goodness. The very idea drains the colour from my cheeks as far as to my shoes.'

'Still, I was tempted.'

'I know! I could feel your temptation for myself. In fact, at one stage I thought you were going to be foolhardy enough to try. But, alas, no. You chickened out!'

'I was worried in case your abundant juices stained the front of my trousers.'

'Even so, to try making me come in front of them all. Really! Was that fair?'

'Was trying to have me ejaculate in my trousers fair?'

'You nearly did though,' she laughed lightly. 'That would have been fun. I'd love to have seen your face.'

'And so did you! That would have been greater fun.'

'As it is, my knickers were sopping.'

'Ah! Your body was getting impatient for the natural act.'

She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

'I never knew you were a professional philanderer. I always thought you were a serious minded person.'

'So I am. Serious about sex!'

'Look, Tony. Our train gets in at three fifty. We'll get a taxi to the Bedford. Join us at four-thirty for tea and biscuits. Then we shall decide which theater to visit.'

'You're on!'

'Meantime, behave!'

'You bring out the worst in me darling.'

'Ah! You mean I raise your expectation.'

'Amongst other things.'

Their chat ended as several friends appeared though the door, ready to fill glasses and nibble at the remains of the food, laughing and chatting.

Later that night, lying in her soft bed, Penny thought over the events of the evening. Her hands strayed down to her groin to play gently with the soft puffy lips, still moist with the excitement at having Tony feel them so furtively. She was still astonished by his audacity. But she had not had the chance yet of feeling his genitals. That didn't seem fair. Her chance would come. How would they feel, she wondered?

Meantime, her loins were demanding more attention, with the provocation of her sensitive fingers massaging and teasing her labia and clit. Penny's mind was drawn to the feelings developing deep in her loins. With closed eyes, she imagined being penetrated by Tony, his lips suckling her nipples. Her fingers worked faster on her clit. The fluttering grew more intense -- the tension grew inside her. Her body began to shake with the mounting exhilaration, the waist arching upwards, muscles clenched. Breathing became irregular. The pressure was building up.

Oh God! It was coming -- keep coming! Her eyes were shut tight. Muscles clutched at her loins. It was almost unbearable! Fingers grasping at her clit -- rubbing hard. Then the sudden explosion -- the release of all the pent up sensation. She stifled the cry of agony. Her head snapped from side to side. Her legs trembled. Her loins shook the bed violently. It went on and on! Wonderful! The tension was finally released by a succession of violent jerks until she lay exhausted, her vulva cupped in her palm.

Sleep came quickly.

Tony had his newly-married secretary make the arrangements for him. Two nights in the Bonnington followed by Friday night in the Bedford. As arranged, Tony appeared there with his luggage to check in at three thirty. He was sitting in the lounge reading a newspaper when Penelope and Mary arrived, like two fashion models - or film stars. M\ary was a couple of inches shorter than Penny, but equally stunning. Mens eyes followed them open mouthed. As he lowered the paper, Penelope saw him. Her face broke into a laugh.

'Just look who's here,' she said in some surprise to Mary. 'Well, well!'

Leaving Mary to complete the checking in, she glided elegantly into the public lounge, arm extended, wrist slack. Not a strand of her auburn hair out of place. Her finely painted lips and green eyes sparkled. Tony was dumb-struck. Such a vision of poise and beauty! Wow! He could not believe that he had felt between the thighs of this gorgeous woman.

'Darling!' she cried, as Tony stood, took the hand and kissed it in gallant fashion. 'How lovely to see you here. Now, give me time to tell Mary about our plans, then join us in about fifteen minutes.'

'Do you mean to say she doesn't know?'

'Er ... No, darling. No point in telling her until I knew for certain you'd be here. But don't worry, she's rather hoping to see her own paramour this evening, if she can prise him away from his fireside and wife.'

'Paramour? Mary?'

'You remember. John Wilson, the film actor. Met her on location in Keighley. Fell for him hook, line and sinker.'

'And he her?'

'Don't be silly. She was available. Just used her. I call it rape, but there you are. Apparently she enjoyed it. Wants more. Tell all later, darling. Fifteen minutes.'

Mary was pleased. Well, she DID know actually, but it was agreed that they wouldn't tell Tony that. Not yet anyway. Mary had wanted a foursome. Tony was prevailed on to phone the film actor and pretend old friends; explain about Mary and invite him out for dinner. He said sorry, but he couldn't. No amount of persuasion could change his mind. Tony could hear his wife in the background telling him to go and enjoy himself. But that was that. The message to Tony was clear. John Wilson didn't want to be involved. Mary was an emotional woman. Deeply passionate as well as very beautiful into the bargain. Her ivory blonde hair, her pale complexion were very attractive. No doubt he was seduced by her looks - or she by his.

After an early dinner, a pleasant evening at the theatre, the three wandered back to their hotel clutching bottles of wine. Wine with the meal and drinks during the intervals had them feeling merry. They managed to get the bottles past the hall porter without him noticing them. To provide glasses, Tony ordered three brandies to be taken to the women's bedroom. All were in high spirits. After the drinks arrived, Mary decided she wanted wine only, so Tony poured the third brandy into the other two glasses.

They sat round drinking and laughing until Mary announced she was turning in. She disappeared into the bathroom with her night clothes. There was no suggestion that Tony should leave. So, when Mary returned, removed her white silk dressing gown and slid between the covers, into bed, Penelope took her night attire into the bathroom. Not feeling too modest, Tony removed his clothes there and then, folding them into a neat pile on the arm chair. He took two glasses of wine to the bed-side before turning to Mary. He gave her a light kiss.

'Sorry about your disappointment.'

'Thank you,' she murmured. Her eyes strayed to Tony's groin, ibterested in what he had to offer.




Sex and the Office Ch. 02



'Can I be a substitute?'

'No, thanks. Besides, you have Penelope to look after.'

Tony turned down the top of her sheet to plant a kiss on her pale breasts with pale nipples. Their shape was more droopy than he would have imagined. So much for uplifts bra's. His hand slipped under the side of the sheets, fingers fluttering over her soft pubic curls, brushing across the top of her clitoral hood. The second finger managed to slip between the slick lips before she brushed his hand away, still eyeing his cock.

She smiled thinly at him as she pulled back the bed-clothes. 'Dirty bugger!'

'You're such a peach.'

'And I'm ripe, I know. But I've had two sleeping pills. So don't make too much noise, will you?'

Tony slipped in between the sheets of Penny's bed to be waiting for her when she returned. Without batting an eyelid, she shrugged off her dressing gown. Well, kimono really, with a flamboyant dragon embroidered down the back. Her nightie was a sheer silk edged with fine pink lace. Before she slid between the sheets, Tony could detect the patch of auburn pubic hair and the two dark nipples thrusting against the thin fabric. He passed her a glass and they sat side by side in the narrow bed, sipping the wine, chatting softly.

'This is awfully civilized.' Penny commented. 'Almost man and wife.'

'You look ravishing, Penelope. I've been admiring you all evening. Stunning. I can't get over how lucky I am.'

'Thank you, young man. And what about Mary?'

'Also stunning. But in a different way. Guys were looking at me with envy. Two gorgeous women on my arms! Wow! In an ideal world, I'd make love to you both.'

'Gosh! A menage a trois! What a thrill. Let's do it!' But she didn't really mean it.

'Ah, Mary's taken two sleeping pills, so we'll just have to make do with each other.'

Having taken her glass, placing it with his own on the side table, Tony took Penny in his arms and kissed her long and tenderly. She responded with little sighs. Tony's right hand roamed across the nightie, lightly stroking her left breast.

'I haven't much in that department, darling. Sorry!'

'But the quality is great.'

They spoke in soft tones, lips brushing against each other. Tony drew up the hem of her nightie slowly. She arched her back until her breasts were bared. Her dark nipples were fully erect. Straining. He could not remember having seen anything so impressive. The breasts may have been small, but the nipples were like organ stops. Hazel nuts, more like. He bent to take one in his mouth. His free hand stroked her flat belly, gradually pushing back the covers until the fleece of auburn curls came into view. Superb! Penny had closed eyes, a slight smile in the corners of her mouth, whimpering softly.

Exploring fingers traced a path through the curls. The other hand stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs, the nerves fluttering beneath his finger pads. Being in no particular hurry, Tony concentrated on enjoying the feel of Penny's flesh, stroking her thighs and buttocks, while kissing her face, her neck, her ears and her nipples, whilst Penny purred and murmured with delight. It was several minutes before Tony's hand cupped the warm vulva, feeling the flaps of her vulva, like flowering petals. He hugged it.

'I'm sorry, darling,' she whispered. 'But I'd prefer the light out. Apart from affecting Mary, I have never made love except in the dark. I hope you don't mind.'

Tony was disappointed. He wanted to explore the treasures of her body with his eyes.

'If that's what you want.'

'One moment, though. Just allow me one look at that monster you're about to insert into me, darling.'

Penelope lifted the sheet to peer down at Tony's proud, rampant penis, stretched to the limit, eager to perform. Her eyes widened.

Mary in the adjacent bed couldn't resist opening one eyelid un-noticed by the others. Mm, she thought. Nice! Not too big though, what on earth is Penny going on about?

'My God! That'll hurt!' Penny lied in a whisper in his ear.

'Don't be silly,' he murmured back. 'You're having me on. That's not big.'

'No, I'm not! James is not all that big down there, you know.'

'And the others?'

'Don't be impertinent, darling. The only other visitor my vagina knows is the handle of my hair brush. My cunt enjoys that.' She laughed lightly.

Tony chuckled softly. He liked to hear her say crude words with her perfect pronunciation. 'Do you masturbate often?'

'Hmmmm. Fairly. Do you?'

'Hmmmm. Fairly.' They tittered together. Penny gazed at the cock she had so often fantasized about trecently. Yes! It was as she had imagined. Upright, strong and firm. She took it in her hand, feeling the thickness.

'Come on darling, I'll get you panting for it,' Tony whispered in her ear. 'This night is for you. A soaking cunt can take anything within reason. Yours included.'

'I hope so. I do hope so.' Penny sighed, a little dramatically.

With the lights out, Tony used all his skills in arousing Penelope to the peak of desire. He kissed her all over again. Neck, shoulders, breasts, belly. Only when he tried to get his head between her legs to kiss her vulva, did she complain.

'No, darling. Please! Not that. Anything else, okay. But not that.'

Tony was rather disappointed, wanting to taste her juices and tongue her clit, but concentrated on caressing her body instead. He rubbed his penis on her nipples and in her ears. He squeezed her breasts, suckled her nipples; he stroked her thighs and fondled her wet vulva. With delicate fingers, he explored the lips and the clitoris. He finger fucked her and teased her with the blunt end of his cock, nudging at the opening. All the time, he whispered love words at her, spoke of her beauty and his love for every square inch of her body. He flattered her manners, her voice, her nipples, her soft vulva, her silky fleece.

Penelope was delirious with rapture. She lapped up all the flattery. At last she was able to grope those globes of flesh; his delightful bottom. She had lost no time in grappling with them, clawing at them, stroking them. Her fingers of one hand dug deep into the pliant flesh, marking the skin, whilst he other toyed with the cock. The buttocks were magnificent. Not too big. They didn't sag at all. They were perfection.

Her whole body was alive with trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. Her groin lurched and twitched within. The feeling of excitement grew stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Tony was on top of her now. His cock poised at the entrance of her cunt. The cunt she loved. The cunt that gave her such wonderful sensations. Her cunt! Her precious slit! She was about to offer up the secret of her most treasured possession to this masterful idol. She adored it. With a gasp of utter delight, she felt the great deliberation and tenderness, as the thick shaft began its journey into her shrine of mystery and rapture. She felt the folds open to receive him, like petals, drawing in the wonderful invader.

He was whispering softly to her. 'You have such a beautiful body. It's such a thrill to enter it. An unspeakable privilege. I can hardly believe I'm making love with the gorgeous Penelope. At last! I can feel your soft juicy Juliet clutching, squeezing, welcoming her Romeo, begging him to enter her gates of paradise; to worship at her shrine.'

He spoke slowly, thrusting in and out of her to the rhythm of the words.

'Do it beautifully, darling.' Penny's voice was hoarse with veneration for the idol within her. 'Beautifully.'

'Does it hurt?'

'My God, no! It's marvelous, darling,' she gasped. 'I feel so full; to bursting. But it doesn't hurt. It soothes!'

The feeling was intensified in the knowledge that Mary was but a few feet away, in the next bed, probably feeling madly jealous. Penny was in a heaven of ecstasy. There was no other feeling of rapture to compare with a driving cock inside her. Like a thick piston stimulating the walls of her vagina. Absolutely glorious. Oh my god! Such rapture. Penny gave herself totally to the wonderful joy of being fucked. There was something special about Tony's cock. Something extra. Though she couldn't think what.

Her sighs of bliss had, indeed, reached Mary who was unable to sleep in spite of the pills. She had no wish to miss the sounds of the two people copulating in the next bed. It was sensuous. It was arousing her own lust. Feeling gently between her own thighs, the tell-tale slick of juices smeared her outer lips. As she listened to the whispered words of love from the next bed, Mary delicately manipulated her clitoris, feeling shivers of delight ripple through her groin. She wanted to share in Penny's thrills. She was jealous for Tony's cock. Any cock actually!

Tony slowly increased the tempo of his rhythm. His driving thrusts became stronger and deeper. Penny was lost in paradise. She felt a choking in her throat; a curious rattling sound. Ecstasy spread throughout her whole body. There was nothing in her consciousness besides the extraordinary feeling of joy as her cunt was violated and pummeled by this gorgeous column of hard male flesh. The spring of delight within her tightened. The warm sea of desire swelled within her. With a light slapping sound, the testicles battered against her vulva relentlessly.

The undulating wave was forming in the swell. Foam was gathering at the peak. Delicious! She was coming to the boil. Her breathing was difficult. Gasping. A choking feeling engulfed her. Spinning in the brain. Drowning in a sea of lechery. The heaving wave finally crashed over her. A hoarse cry split her throat as her body was shattered by the stabbing orgasm, tearing her to pieces. On and on. Wave after wave. Oh god! Sheer heaven!

Tony only just managed to control the thrashing body and flaying limbs. Penelope's head thrashed from side to side. Her eyes screwed tight. The moans deep and baleful. He maintained his plunging for a few strokes, before gradually slowing down as she began to relax. Finally, he just lay on top of her slender body, luxuriating in having his cock encased in such heavenly beauty.

Only an arms-length away, Mary was in amazement at the sheer intensity of Penny's orgasm. She had never heard a woman come before. So awestruck was she, that she stopped her own masturbation to concentrate on Penny's thrilling performance. For that's what it was. A grand climatic performance.

Tony was also impressed by the force of Penny's release. He kissed her nipples. He suckled them, drawing the hard nuts deep into his mouth.

At last Penny's eyes opened. With a soft hoarse voice she said 'You astonishing man. That is the most marvellous fuck I've ever had.'

'And you shall have another very soon.'

'Oh, first let me recover,' she gasped.

'Was that good?'

'Bloody marvelous. But what about you?'

'Oh, don't worry about me. This is your night. I'll come when you've had enough.'

'Then you'll never come.'

'You'll get exhausted. Then I'll fill your belly with hot sperm. Gallons of it.'

'You adorable creature, darling. But not just yet. Talk to me.'

And tony repeated much of the flattering descriptions of her, though in a different order. He praised her face, her hair, her breasts and belly. Extolled his praises on her groin and vulva. Glorified her whole being. She loved it! Wallowed in the sheer over elaborate praises.

As he whispered his praises, Tony started to push into her again. Slow, tender thrusts. Not too quick. Deep and deliberate.

Penny had never had more than one orgasm before. She doubted whether or not she could.

'I've had mine, darling. You have yours.'

'You shall have a second one. Trust me.'

'Then let me pay homage to my idol. Come out! I have never done this before, Tony. And I probably never will again. But this one is so special.'

And she ducked her head beneath the covers, groping for Tony's stiff cock. Taking it gently in her grasp, she put her lips to its tip. After a few kisses, she slowly inserted it into her mouth, a little at a time, until the whole head was immersed in her warm wet mouth. It tasted rather salty and bitter. But not unpleasant. She relished the sensation.

Tony lay back, savoring having his cock sucked by such an refined, stylish woman. The thought struck him, that in the dark, there was little to choose between a princess and a whore. Only his memory and imagination separated them in the dark. Penny was now moving her mouth up and down the top of the cock, her tongue pressing against the join of the foreskin to the shaft. He felt a surge of excitement dragging deep in his groin. His muscles started to tense and tighten. Should he let her bring him off, he wondered? It was such a wonderful feeling. Suddenly, she released him and came up for air, leaving Tony in a state of unfulfilled arousal.

'You teasing bugger,' he muttered.

'I've often fantasized about sucking a cock, but never actually done it. It always seemed unclean. But now, I'm glad I have. It will add experience to the next time I fantasize about cock.'

'When do you think about sucking cock?'

'Oh, quite often, darling. Never during intercourse, though! My school friend used to tell me about it. She'd sucked a lot of cock, she said. I often wondered what it would be like. It never seemed the thing to do with James, though. He would think me a dirty slut. But I did think about it.'

'And what else do you have in your fantasies?'

'Oh... well... being raped.'

'Raped?'

'Yes! By teenagers. A gang of teenagers. They strip me naked by the canal, then they take me in turn. I examine their cocks first, to make sure they're clean. Of course, it's not rape really. I'm enjoying them all fucking me. I compare their pricks. I visualize sucking one whilst being fucked by another. Lovely, clean, pale cocks. They all spurt into me. I'm swilling with it by the time they've all taken me.'

'When do you have theses fantasies?'

'Oh, when I'm idle. Any time really. I just lay back and let my imagination go. Of course, I end up with my fingers in my pants. Or, sometimes, I'll use a cucumber, or perhaps a banana to add a physical element to the dream.'

'You're a very randy little bugger on the quiet, aren't you?'

'Decidedly, darling. But don't tell everyone. It's our secret. Now, are you going to fuck me again?'

Taking Penny by the shoulders, he threw her back onto the sheets, forcing her thighs wide aoart. He climbed onto her, driving his aching cock straight between the crinkled lips, deep and hard into the soft flesh. Tony thrust into her with great energy, grunting with each stroke. He wanted to hurt her. To master her. To fulfil her fantasy of huge pricks penetrating her cunt. Each violent stroke made Penny gasp with its sheer force. Tony was again reaching the point of no return. He knew he would have to come soon. There was no going back. He was desperate for release, insistence dragging at his testicles. But he knew he would recover quickly and start again.

Penny loved it. This was glorious, unadulterated fucking. She knew she had got him going. She breathed word of encouragement in his ear.

'Come on, darling. You can do it. Split me in two. Kill me. Tear my cunt to pieces.'

Grunts of effort got louder as Tony reached the final strokes. He could feel the forces gathering in his groin. Suddenly, a brief breathless pause, then the dam exploded. The copious spurts of sperm spat forth in great jets, filling her vagina. Penny gave a muffled cry as she felt the torrent within her. Rarely had she felt such heights of electrifying excitement. Her brain was drugged with obscenity. She felt like an untamed tiger, fighting for release from chains. Another orgasm burst through her. She cried out in the glory of it.

When the thrill of their unbridled union subsided, they lay in each other's arms, regaining composure. Tony was concentrating on the sensation of warm pliant flesh enfolding his still hard penis. He clenched and unclenched the penile muscles, jerking it inside Penny's vagina. She was slowly caressing his buttocks, reveling in the aftermath of the ultimate act if love. Usually, she rolled over and drifted to sleep afterwards, but this time she wanted to stay awake, to enjoy to the full every sensation in her body.

When Tony began, slowly and gently, to once more violate her inner shrine, she purred. And when the familiar tensions started up again, she gasped in amazement and disbelief. It was unthinkable that she should achieve three orgasms in such a short time. But her brain was so overflowing with salacious intentions, so bawdy and sensual, she wanted to experience everything.

'You are a terrific lover, darling.' she breathed in his ear. 'Keep going.'

'And you are an adorable creature. You were made for loving -- for fucking. How could I possibly stop?'

'Aren't we all made for fucking?'

'Some more than others.'

'But that's the main purpose for our existence, darling,' she panted. 'To recreate ourselves.'

'And have a wonderful time doing it.'

'Tony, you may do anything you like to me. I'll not deny you anything.'

'Do you really mean that?'

'Of course, darling. I said it.'

'OK.'

Tony reached across to switch on the bedside light. Penny began to remonstrate, then remembered her promise. She glanced across at Mary. She was turned away from the light, breathing lightly. Tony crossed to the dressing table, his manhood swaying stiffly in front of him, to get Penny's hairbrush. Returning with it to the bed, he began covering Penny with kisses. She had no idea what he wanted with the brush - surely not to penetrate her with it.

Tony rolled Penny on top of him, forcing her legs wide apart. She was lowered onto his erect cock until it would penetrate no further. He began to fuck her gently. The sensation was fabulous. She wallowed in the joy of it. Then, suddenly, an object was eased into her back passage. She stifled a scream, trying to escape it, tightening her muscles. But Tony was holding her tight and crushing into her hard. it was too late. The object had made that vital first inch of entry. Then the handle of the brush was pushed deeper before beginning an up and down movement in her arse to the rhythm of his cock. She quickly rose to a climax of excitement, exploding in a myriad of stars to a shattering orgasm.

It was at that moment that Mary sneezed. Penny looked across to see Mary staring at her in disbelief as the orgasm continued to rattle through her. Tony turned his head as well. Mary looked sheepish, lying half on her left side.

'Couldn't sleep,' she muttered.

'You've been listening. Spying!' Penny accused her.

'How could I help it?' she hissed.

'You bitch!' She turned to Tony. 'Shall we punish her, darling?'

Without waiting for his response, Penelope climbed off Tony's still stiff phallus. taking the hair brush from his left hand. Then, standing between the beds, she turned. With one big gesture, Mary's bedclothes were swept away, leaving her half-naked. Nightie rucked up to her waist, Mary's hand was between her thighs, squeezing tightly.

'Have you been playing with yourself?'

Mary nodded with reluctance. Penny rolled her onto her back, exposing the pale cheeks of her bottom. With one hand pressing into the small of Mary's back, Penny spanked the cheeks hard with the back of the hair-brush. The slaps sounded like gunshot in the silence of the hotel. Mary gave a stifled yelps as the flesh was bitten.

'Hush', Penny spat out. 'Don't disturb the other guests or there'll be complaints.'

Tony watched in bemused surprise as Penny spanked the soft cheeks of her friend, with Mary squirming.

'Come here, darling. Just look at Mary's aroused fanny. Would you believe it?'

Tony slid off the bed, going to the other side of Mary's bed. She was struggling, but Penny seemed too much for her. Tony caught hold of the lashing legs, prizing them open. There wasn't much fight in the legs, and in front of him, exposed, was the blonde curls of her pubic hair, darkened with the juices oozing from the puffed, generous lips of her stimulated vulva. Juices were dribling down her thighs.




Sex and the Office Ch. 02



'Why don't you fuck her, darling?' Penelope's eyes were bright with mischief. 'Go on!'

'Well...' he hesitated. Tony was always fascinated by the sight of female genitals and Mary's were a beautiful example.

Penny looked at him. 'She's ready, darling. Waiting. You can see.'

And he could. Mary was certainly showing the signs of acute sexual arousal. Not to refuse the chance of experiencing another secret chamber, he accepted the challenge. The legs he was holding were dragged down the bed until her waist reached the bottom edge. Pushing the upper thighs down, her juicy cunt was open to him. Glistening with nectar, lips apart, pink orifice inviting him. Penny watched with avid attention as Tony placed his stiff cock at the opening of Mary's private passage. Penny was spellbound. She had never before witnessed the penetration of a vulva by a penis. Mary was whimpering and moaning.

'No! Please don't!'

But Penny nodded to him. 'She doesn't mean it. She's desperate for cock. I know she is. Give it to her, darling.'

Encouraged by this, and inflamed by a second gorgeous fanny, Tony slid his penis slowly into the hot chasm of lust. Mary was convulsed. Her body jerked and leapt at the intrusion of a throbbing cock into her willing vagina. She moaned with delight. Penny was astonished at the sight. God's wish! The holy union of man and woman. To participate was one thing, to observe another.

She watched in awe as Tony fucked Mary. His prick sliding in and out of those fleshy folds, her passage of mystery and delight. The lips clung to the pumping shaft, easing its passage. The vaginal juices were pushed towards the base of Tony's cock, gathering in a thick collar over his pubic hair. Penny suddenly began spanking Mary's bottom in rhythm to Tony's thrusts. Already near the verge of fulfilment by the use of her own fingers, this brought Mary quickly to a exploding orgasm, with stifled cries and thrashing arms.

Penelope dropped the brush to stand behind Tony, clutching the cheeks of his still thrusting buttocks. As he jerked harder into the soft wetness of Mary, Penelope gripped and kneaded the moving flesh. Sensing him nearing his climax, she pulled Tony away from Mary, swung him round to face her, and pushed her groin against his swaying erection. With one arm round his waist, Penny propped one leg on the bed and slid her cunt over the throbbing cock. At that moment, Tony ejaculated with a grunt of ecstatic release, flushing Penny's fanny with his second coming. Penelope was elated, holding the viscous base of his pulsating prick in the fingers and thumb, squeezing out the last drop.

For the following two hours, Penny and Mary opened themselves to Tony's fervour. Both kissed each other all over and played with the other's vulva, as Tony fucked first one, then the other. The womem reached several orgasms - or orgastic sensations, if not huge climaxes. When Tony finally reached his third ejaculation, he was deep in Mary's vagina. Without interrupting the rhythm of his stroke, he kept on thrusting into her. She didn't even notice, being in a seventh heaven of lust and pure lechery. 

Between short rests, when Tony exchanged whispered words of admiration and sweetness to each of the women, as they kissed each others lips and nipples, he finally managed to suck both vulvas, almost eating them in his passion. He violated Penny's arse, licked her all over, splashed sperm over Mary's full breast and fucked both their mouths. Mary was a delightful contrast to Penny. He would have done more had he had the props to hand. As it was, it was four in the morning by the time all three were too exhausted to continue.

With only three hours of sleep, Tony was tired when he returned to their room the next morning. He had lost his return rail ticket and hadn't sufficient money to buy a replacement. Penny was only too delighted to provide him with the necessary cash. She looked remarkably bright and happy. Mary was looking prim, if rather embarrassed, her eyes puffed with tiredness.

'Darling, why not stay another night? We might persuade Mary to join in from the start this time.'

Mary's eyes opened in surprise. The proposal was a tempting one, but Tony could find no reasonable grounds for staying. So, with great reluctance, he kissed Penny goodbye.

'We all need a good night's sleep. Shall I ring you when you get back home?'

'No, darling. Back to normal. It was just one-night of love. Fabulous and unforgettable, but it has to stay that way.'

'Not even one repeat performance?'

'Sorry! You'll go back to your other mistresses, darling. And I shall have my treasured memories.'

Their relationship did, indeed, return to what it had been. Their relationship in the office was exactly the same. No-one could possibly have imagined Penny romping in bed with Tony - let alone a third party. Penelope had satisfied her curiosity. The memory of that fantastic night of lust helped her to get some pleasure from her husband's infrequent love making, by pretending it was Tony penetrating her. Though it took all her imaginative skills to believe it.

What Tony never knew was that the night's events had, to some extent, been pre-arranged between the two women. Mary had anticipated that her film-star lover would decline the invitation. It wasn't the first time. That was really a ploy to put Tony off the scent, though, had it worked, Mary would have been thrilled. She was actually keen on having sex with Tony, but was nervous of giving herself to him. Given the right circumstances, and Tony's virility, it was arranged that Penny would rouse Mary with a mild spanking. Mary enjoyed a good spanking to stimulate the nervous system and heighten the delight of the orgasm.

So the night passed to their mutual physical satisfaction. The two friends agreed that Tony had a remarkable capacity for keeping his erection, his enthusiasm, and seeming endless supply of sperm. He had given them each the fullest satisfaction.

Penelope retained a deep affection for Tony and when, several weeks later, she had confirmation that she was pregnant, there would be tangible evidence of their one night together. Fortunately, she had taken the precaution of allowing her husband to take her a couple of times since that night. He would accept the baby as his.

Perhaps it was! But when Mary confessed to Penny that she was pregnant as well, both wondered who could the father be.

Tony would never know, since, a couple of months later, he accepted a new job some 200 miles away.



Sex and the Office Ch. 03



SEX AND THE OFFICE -- BARBARA

For her thirty-fifth birthday Barbara was offered a job. It the best birthday present she could have had. In fact, it was the only one she got. Both her boys had forgotten all about her birthday.

'Oh, well,' she thought, 'that's kids for you.' Her husband hadn't remembered it either until he phoned from his office to wish her a happy day. 'But I don't care now. I've got some work.'

The way was open for her, at last, to pursue her own independent career.

She was known as Babs at home. Her two teenage boys went to the local grammar school - what used to be called Secondary Schools for Boys - and required less of her attention than they used to. All they wanted from her now were clean shirts and underwear, plenty of food on the table at meal times. Go to the football match on Saturday with their dad. They were well satisfied.

When she was twenty-two, Babs had married an ordinary, dependable young man, as selfish as the next husband. She didn't know whether she loved him or not, but they'd been courting for four years. 'Well, he's a presentable young man, as good as the next fellow,' she thought.

He was a engineering draughtsman whose pleasures were to watch TV after his meal, go out for a drink with the lads on Friday evenings, take the boys to a football match on Saturday afternoons and watch it on TV on a Saturday night. He even played the game himself for a local team on Sunday mornings.

'Well, it keeps him fit. And it gives me time to do the ironing and house cleaning without them constantly under my feet.' She valued these quiet times she had to herself, even if they were filled with household chores.

Babs had never had much enthusiasm for sex. Neither she nor her sister, Alison, had been given any education in the fundamental process of having babies. They had experimented with themselves, as most boys and girls do when young, but found nothing particularly exciting about it. Her sister was two years older than Babs, so they learned together about the unsavoury parts of growing up into womanhood.

Babs began to look upon the human body with some distaste wondering why God had not made the whole physical process less messy. It seemed somehow dirty and unwholesome. When her sister Alison started walking out with a young man, who was later to become her husband, her experience widened and she was able to tell Babs all about men.

So Babs knew roughly what to expect when she herself was asked to go for walks after Sunday school by a boy who lived down the next street. No other young man she liked better came into her life so, when Bernard proposed to her, she dutifully accepted him. He was nothing special, but then neither was she. Five and a half feet, 120 pounds, with breasts rather larger than she would have wished. Dark hair, unremarkable features. Not what you'd call fun-loving.

Alison was the matron of honour and her two nieces were the bridesmaids. They went to the church in a large white car. Bernard's brother was the best man, wearing a white carnation, her father gave her away, her mother wore a white hat with a spray of flowers pinned on, and cried a lot during the service. Confetti was thrown, photographs were taken in the churchyard, before they all went to the Coop café for a sherry reception and a hot meal for the wedding breakfast.

It was all very ordinary. Babs smiled dutifully, looking radiant, and her father, who had drunk far too much sherry on top of the large whiskeys before he left home, topped up with others from a hip flask, made a silly speech. Everybody laughed except Babs. She blushed with embarrassment.

Then they went home to change before catching the train to Bridlington for their week's honeymoon whilst the rest of the family went down to the club for the evening. It a very jolly day for the families, but Babs couldn't honestly say she had found it the happiest day of her life they had all promised her it would be. It was okay, but ... well!

Barbara was a virgin bride. On their wedding night she endured with courage the requisite assault by her husband. She had taken the precaution of bringing a towel with her to put in the bed in case there was a mess. Alison had warned her what to expect. It was a bit painful, and a great relief when he eventually finished.

After that, the nightly ritual wasn't so bad. There wasn't much to it. Each evening after dinner Bernard had a few drinks in the bar whilst she nursed a gin and tonic before retiring. Their room actually had a small private bathroom attached; quite a luxury for Babs. She was pleased about that. Bernard went into the bathroom to put his pyjamas on whilst Babs undressed and slipped into her nightie behind the open wardrobe door. She was in bed before Bernard came back in.

When the light was turned out, Bernard would lean over and kiss her whilst fondling her breasts. That was nice, having breasts fondled. She liked that. It helped her to lubricate 'down there'. But it wasn't long before he pulled up her night-dress and rolled on top of her. Bernard would then insert his penis into her wet vagina, bounce up and down on her for a few minutes before emptying his sperm into her with a grunt.

And that was it. He rolled over and went to sleep.

She soon came to the conclusion that she didn't much care for sex, but if that was what husbands wanted, she'd have to put up with it. She never once felt any fulfilment during intercourse. It was more of a penance.

'No,' she thought to herself, 'sex is grossly over-rated.'

Within three months of her marriage, Babs found she was pregnant. That made her happier and, to her great relief, she had a trouble-free birth of a bouncing baby boy. She found that she enjoyed motherhood. Now, that DID give her fulfilment! So, when the child was a few months old she determined to have another. Why not?

After the birth of the second child, another boy, her sex life dwindled to almost zero. Now, on her thirty-fifth birthday, there was little, if any, passion left in the marriage relationship. After all, two young children are a great strain on loving relationships. Babs was convinced that men were only loving towards their wives when they wanted sex and, once they'd got a house full of kids they didn't want any more of that either.

Having compared her experiences with those of her sister, that's how it seemed to her as well. In any case, whatever she and Bernard had to say to each other had already been said over the past fifteen years. Probably more than once. There was little to add.

Babs led a dull and repetitive life. It was occupied mainly by the demands of children growing up into boisterous boys. She didn't complain. Having seen how other married couples coped, it was what she'd expected, in a way. She was no different to many others who lived around.

But, at least, she was settled in herself and believed that this was a normal life-style for a house-wife and mother. After all, they had a nice two-and-a-half-bed 1930's semi in a reasonable quarter of the town with a nearby park, shops and schools. She aspired to nothing much higher. She had paid her debt to society.

But there had always been a burning ambition in her to be an infant school teacher. She loved children and, now that she had brought up two of her own, felt that this was now a possibility. The boys were had become less reliant on home. Being a nursery teacher would give her some fulfilment in life besides bringing in the extra money for her and Bernard, her husband, to enjoy a few more of life's little extras. Go abroad, buy a better car, go out for meals more often. Nothing too exorbitant. Just get back some of the fun and enjoyment they had forfeited whilst bringing up a family and building a home.

She had been to talk over the possibilities with the Education Department at the Town Hall. They had been very helpful to her, explaining that to qualify for nursery teaching post would mean some training. Babs had all the necessary education, so she applied for and was accepted by the local training college as a mature student. At her age, of course, she would have to pay towards it. So, after talking it through with Bernard, she decided to go out to work to provide the money for the course, whilst studying during the evenings when Bernard was watching TV and the boys had gone up to bed. Well, gone upstairs in the direction of their bedroom, anyway!

With relief and some determination, Babs went to a secretarial agency to sign on for temporary work as a shorthand typist. And on her birthday they phoned to say they had a job for her!

Great!

It was arranged that she would work two full days and three half-days so that she could attend some day classes at the local college. She was a conscientious worker and did well. She got work standing in for secretaries on holidays or who were away ill. The duties covered the usual sort of secretarial responsibilities. Filing, a bit of shorthand, some copy typing.

But she became frustrated by having to leave a job almost as soon as she'd got used to it. The jobs she had were too short term. So she asked the agency if they would consider her for any longer term jobs which came up. After a few weeks she was asked to go for an interview with a marketing company in the centre of town. They were looking for a short term appointment of between three to six months.

The arrangement was that she would probably be asked to work for a month when a final decision would be made about keeping her on. Anthony Taylor, a marketing manager whose secretary had been taken ill and may be away for some considerable time, had asked for a reliable, dedicated temp.

So, Barbara presented herself at the offices of the company the following Monday morning at 9.00am with a letter of introduction, only to find that her new boss was away for a couple of days. She was told, however, that the senior secretary would interview her, show her the ropes and introduce her round the staff.

Shula was an energetic, small, close cropped curly blonde. She checked Barbara's experience and gave her a short typing test. She didn't do very well, she thought. Babs wasn't used to these modern electric typewriters, sensitive to the touch.

'That's no problem,' Shula told her. 'You'll get used to them. It's spelling and punctuation that's the main thing here. Most of the men are technical, so their grammar and spelling isn't always a strong point. Anthony's OK though. Tony we call him. He's into drama and English, and stuff like that. So he knows a bit about it.'

'It seems a pleasant environment here.' Babs said. Shula assured her that she'd find everyone kind and the working conditions were very good. 'Tony's a most considerate boss; probably the nicest man in the office,' she said. 'He's discreet and modest, in his forties and everybody likes him and respects him.'

Shula went on to tell Babs that he was a leading light in some large operatic group and directed big musicals which were performed at the Grand Theatre in town.

'You'll like him. He's a wonderful man!' Shula enthused. Babs wondered if the head secretary herself fancied this Anthony Taylor. She became intrigued and was quite looking forward to meeting this paragon of virtue and distinction.

When she was introduced round the other secretaries she found she was about the oldest amongst them. There was a very elegant, rather aloof Penelope in Accounts, Sheila, Fiona and June. Others she couldn't remember their names. Mrs Yates was an exception. But she wasn't a secretary, anyway. She was more of a mother figure, making coffee and tea, looking after her boys. A widow in her fifties.

The other girls were only too ready to tell her exaggerated stories about the office intrigues. They thought she should be aware of the goings on between some bosses and their secretaries in that office. Of course, they said, at her age, she need have no worries on that score herself! Bitches, she thought! Anyway, she wasn't in the least interested in the affairs between the staff so long as she wasn't drawn into their intrigues. The money was all she wanted.

On Wednesday morning she finally met her new boss. When she arrived in the office he was already working at his desk. She watched him unobserved for a few moments. Babs liked what she saw. He was a reasonably handsome man, with a strong profile, darkish hair, greying at the temples. He wore a smart navy blue suit with white shirt and plain maroon tie.

She took a deep breath and, with more than a little trepidation, went up to him to introduce herself. He stood immediately, smiled at her, held out his hand to shake hers warmly. Babs was invited her to sit by his desk. She looked into his eyes and was glad of the offer of a chair for her knees felt suddenly like jelly! She couldn't think why she was behaving this way.

He apologized to her for not being there to welcome her on Monday but hoped she'd been well looked after and shown all the ropes. She stammered something about the others being very kind and thoughtful, feeling rather like a silly schoolgirl. Her brain seemed to have gone a bit dizzy but she managed to burble an assurance that she had been well looked after.

'Pull yourself together madam', she said to herself. 'You're being stupid!' Mr Taylor was telling her what his work entailed but she was listening more to his softly modulating voice rather than his words. His confident, sympathetic manner made her wonder whether or not her abilities were up to his expectations. Or, rather, were up to her own wish to prove herself equal to his obvious qualities. She worried that she might be inadequate to fulfil what she wanted to show him of her worth.

When he asked her what she had done before and why she was temping she had recovered sufficiently to tell him.

'Oh, please call me Tony,' he said at the end of their chat. 'I'm not used to such formality as Mister all the time.'

'Thank you! Right. Tony it is!'

When she went back to her own desk she was cross with herself for not having been more assertive - more herself. But she knew that she would enjoy working here. She determined to show him that she really was a responsible and competent secretary.

Not surprisingly, she made a number of silly mistakes in her anxiety to do well, but he was sympathetic and never showed dismay or disapproval. In fact, he treated her as an equal, showing her the courtesy and respect for her sex that she had rarely had from her past bosses. She liked him a lot. In fact, after the first week she realized that she might be falling a little bit in love with him. Oh, well! Admiration from the margins can't be bad and it certainly made her work a pleasure. She began to look forward with some eagerness to going to the office in the mornings; that was certainly a new experience for her.

Even so, she began taking more care about her appearance. She wore her best bra, which made her breasts nice and shapely. Well, they weren't too bad anyway, but had begun to sag a bit. Well, they were a 36 C, so needed support. Her waist had thickened a little and her hips widened after two children. But her face was pleasant, if not exactly beautiful she had clear brown eyes, nicely arched brows and a straight nose. She started applying a little make up and eye liner to emphasize her looks. The result pleased her. It made her look several years younger. It was rather disappointing, though, that Tony never mentioned it.

Then, things changed rather suddenly. About six weeks after she started work there, Tony had arranged to spend a day meeting customers at a large trade exhibition in Manchester and Babs teased him about taking her with him.

'It'll make an interesting day out, and there'll be nothing for me to do here,' she claimed. 'Besides, I'll get to meet a lot of the people I talk to on the 'phone but never see. I'm sure I'll learn a lot.'

To her surprise and delight, Tony eventually agreed that she could come with him. 'It looks as thought you're going to be with us for a few months,' he said, 'so I suppose it would be useful for you to come along. I'll clear it with the office manager.' which he did.

They arranged to meet at the office at quarter to eight on the fateful morning. Babs took a lot of trouble over her appearance. She dressed in the cream suit she saved to wear at weddings, with a white shirt-blouse and plain ecru silk scarf. A light check wool-flannel top-coat finished off her clothes. New coral lipstick. Brown eyeshadow. A touch of rouge. She looked good.

When Tony told her how attractive she looked she was happily flattered. But she made light of it.

'Can't be letting you down in front of your customers by looking scruffy,' she told him.

It was a pleasant, sunny day and the journey across the Pennines was an enjoyable one. They chatted away like two old friends on a whole range of topics. Babs was now relaxed in his company and did a lot of the talking, showing off her knowledge of current affairs. She was also interested in drama and tried to impress Tony by talking about Ibsen and Chekhov.

He listened with interest, joking with her and pulling her leg here and there. They eventually reached Manchester, parking in the basement of the exhibition hotel. They spent the morning looking round the stands, talking to some of the people there. Several of them were business contacts of Tony's but, courteous as ever, he introduced her to each one of them, generally behaving towards her as an equal rather than an employee.

Babs felt great! She purred like a kitten all morning! At lunch time Tony escorted her to an expensive restaurant, housed in an airy conservatory, where she was treated to an excellent meal - on expenses of course, but so what! - with wine to accompany the succulent lamb and a cointreau with her coffee. In the corner of the conservatory a piano trio, surrounded by potted palms, was playing popular classics and the whole atmosphere was elegant and tasteful. She had never before been wined and dined so well, and in such grand surroundings, with waiters always at her elbow to look after her every need.

The appearance of a cigarette in Tony's hand was immediately met by a flaming lighter produced by a waiter. Gosh!

At last, the time came to return home. Babs felt sad, in a way, that the day was coming to its conclusion. They drove back across the Pennines with the late afternoon sun throwing shadows of the craggy hills into the sun-drenched valleys. It had got too late to return to the office so they pulled into a parking place, just off the road, overlooking a famous beauty spot.

The views were magnificent. Tony turned off the engine, lowered his window, and lit a cigarette. They sat in silence looking down the valley, across to the peaks, whilst he smoked an Olivier tipped cigarette. Barbara enjoyed the peace of the country-side and sat looking out, quiet, content and happy, listening to the birds. She'd had a lovely day. She'd been made to feel important. Well, perhaps not exactly important, but a real person, able to join in conversations without feeling patronized. Tony stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray, turned to her and smiled. 'You're quiet.' he said. 'Have you enjoyed our outing?'

Babs looked into his blue mischievous eyes and returned his smile. 'It's been terrific! Really lovely! You've made me so happy today,' she said. 'And I'm enjoying these last moments of peace and quiet with you. It's lovely! Thank you!'.

On an impulse she leaned into him and kissed him on the lips, letting it linger rather longer than she had intended. Instead of breaking away, however, Tony put his arms round her to hold her close. Slowly parting her lips he gently pushed his tongue between them. Babs hesitated at this unexpected reaction but allowed his tongue to nudge between her lips, licking over them lightly. A tremor of confusion rippled through her. In a moment of gratefulness to him, hardly aware of what she was doing, Babs put her hands round Tony's neck, pressing him towards her.




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In response he put his hand inside her light coat, very delicately caressing her bosom. Without thinking about the consequences, Babs pressed her hand over his in a gesture of encouragement. Before the kiss ended, she felt Tony's hand slip inside the top of her dress until it rested on the swelling of her left breast.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to do. The thought of trying to stop him never crossed her mind. She felt she had known Tony intimately for years. Even so, she was rather disappointed in Tony.

'Oh, no!' Babs moaned to herself. 'Is that all men want? A handful of breast? Why does it always have to get physical?'

But she made no attempt to stop him. They ended their kiss with a breathless sigh, pressing their cheeks together. His hand had slipped down into her bra and was now cupping her left breast, gently rubbing across her stiffening nipple. At his touch, Babs was surprised at the light shock which flickered from her nipple to the pit of her stomach. She felt the almost forgotten flutters deep in her belly as her body began to respond to the attention it was getting. Her mind was in turmoil!

'What on earth am I doing,' she thought? 'This is ridiculous! I'm a mature, married woman with two grown up kids, allowing a strange man to fondle my breasts and getting myself all excited and wet.' 

Even so, her lips found Tony's again and kissed him with an uninhibited open mouth. Her body seemed to be have a plan of its own, paying no attention at all to what her mind was thinking. Any resolve to try to restore her virtue melted. She tried to steady herself by putting her left hand on Tony's thigh, only to find it pressing onto the bulge inside his trousers. It was a moment before she realised what it was! Her immediate impulse was to pull away again. But Tony was now holding her tightly to him, her attempt only succeeding in accidentally rubbing the stiff bulge. Before being really able to recover her senses, Babs felt Tony's right hand under her hem of her dress, massaging the insides of her thighs. She squeezed them together in a vain effort to prevent him from reaching her cleft, but she was too late!

Had she worn her usual tight fitting knickers he wouldn't have got through. But, today, for reasons she couldn't explain, she had put on her pretty French underwear. Certainly not because she was expecting to be molested. She had just wanted to feel good and feminine. So, his probing fingers found her oozing moistness without difficulty. Having failed to prevent the invasion of her privacy, Babs made no move to take his hand away. Rather she allowed her thighs to part ever so slightly so that she could enjoy the feel of the fingers paddling in her wetness. It was such a wonderful feeling. But, oh my God, she was dripping wet. Wetter than she could ever remember! How embarrassing! What would he think of her?

The casual way she had allowed a man other than her husband to touch her private flesh, astonished her. It had never happened before. In fact, she even felt guilty and dirty on those rare occasions when she masturbated herself. But somehow it didn't seem wrong at all just now. Just natural! With closed eyes Babs savored the experience.

Stock phrases from popular romances she had read flitted through her mind. Her bosom was heaving with emotion and it was all so beautiful and meaningful. Her breathing was getting heavier and quicker as his fingers had found, and teased, her little button. For the first time in her life, she herself had placed her hand into a man's lap, feeling his stiffness. And gosh! There it was! It certainly was stiff! How wonderful! Alarming, but wonderful. With a feeling of awe, Babs trailed her fingers along the hidden shaft. Should she unzip him, she wondered. It was what she wanted to do more than anything at this moment.

Just as she was beginning to become overwhelmed with confusion and emotion, excitement building quickly inside her groin, she heard a car pull into the lay-by behind them. They broke away quickly to gaze abstractedly through the windscreen at the scene, whilst unobtrusively fastening buttons which had, somehow, got undone.

Babs was rather breathless and bewildered by this turn of events. Her brain was certainly in turmoil. She fought to regain control of her emotions. She knew she was blushing a deep red.

'What on earth will Tony think of me,' she wondered. 'I've behaved like a slut! Oh, my God! He'll think I'm just a cheap trollop!' She groaned to herself with shame.

Without looking at her, Tony slid out of the car to light another cigarette, to help him recover his own composure. He leaned against the top of the car nonchalantly whilst Babs fastened her blouse, unobtrusively wiping herself dry between her thighs with her handkerchief, smoothing down her skirt. Events had certainly taken Tony by surprise. He had never really thought of Babs in any romantic context. Just a plain secretary. Well, not exactly plain, but not what he would have though of as his sort. But when he thought about it, she was attractive really, if not exactly beautiful. And, besides, he couldn't refuse her obvious invitation for a few kisses and a grope. He was never known to refuse such an invitation!

And when his hand had reached her vulva, her readiness was only to obvious. Her pussy was overflowing with desire. Astonishing!

The newcomers had parked at the other end of the area, probably aware of what they had been up to. Babs hardly dare look in their direction in case it was someone who knew her! Finally, Tony dropped his cigarette end, ground it into the dirt, and got back into his seat.

He smiled thinly at her. 'Sorry about that,' he said, 'I got carried away, I'm afraid. I hope I haven't upset and insulted you. I'm truly very sorry!'

She smiled sympathetically at his apology. 'Good grief, it was all my doing,' she said. 'It's me that should be apologizing to you for throwing myself at you like that. Believe me, it's never happened in my life ever before. I don't expect you to believe me and I can't imagine what you must think of me. But I wouldn't want you to think that I make a habit of hurling myself at men like that. I really don't! It's just that ...'

She couldn't bring herself to go on. It all seemed so tame. 'Perhaps it was the wine,' she added lamely.

'Stop babbling, Babs!' he laughed. 'I think you're a very attractive lady and the circumstances just happened to throw us together, I suppose. No doubt the wine helped to overcome our reserve.'

She knew, of course, that he was lying but she was very grateful to him for putting her at her ease.

'I never had any intention of touching your private parts,' he told her, adding, 'but one sexy kiss, and I was away! It's a good job that couple arrived when they did, otherwise they might have found us in a more embarrassing predicament!'

The truth is that Tony would probably not have let things get that far. He was just curious to see what her reaction would be to his advances because, like most men, in spite of what he saw as a frigid matronly appearance, he believed her to be vulnerable, simply because she was woman of a certain age. And, like most men, he couldn't resist such sexual temptation! He was, after all, beneath that suave exterior of his, a male chauvinist pig!

Babs was troubled by the thought that she didn't feel the least bit guilty about what had happened. Nor did she feel at all like a slut for letting a stranger - well, not a stranger, but her boss - fondle her genitals. She couldn't understand that. Neither could she understand why she had an irresistible urge to fondle Tony's penis.

No particular desire to explore that bit of a man's body before had ever troubled her before. To her, it had always been an ungainly, unattractive, even ugly piece of flesh, designed to perform a particular function in life. She had often wondered why procreation couldn't have been a simpler, less sloppy business. Babs could only think that \the feeling that she had known Tony for years had encouraged their intimacy. But it was all very disturbing. So they drove away in silence, Tony dropping Babs off at the bottom of her street.

Babs was quiet and restrained all evening. She made tea for the family but didn't eat any herself.

Bernard asked if she was feeling all right.

'I'm just not hungry. I had a heavy lunch and a long day on my feet. I'm just tired. An early night will help. Why don't you pop down to the pub for a drink.' He did.

Babs had a cup of tea before taking a bath and sliding into bed a good hour earlier than her usual bed time. She had a lot to think over. Her thoughts were still confused but she remembered being attracted to Tony when they first met. A curious feeling that something might happen between them, had crossed her mind, though she couldn't have put it into words at the time. It was just a funny sort of hunch. She'd pooh-poohed the idea at the time. Just a fantasy. But, now look!

'It mustn't happen again,' she resolved. 'It was just a one-off.' Sleep had overtaken her before Bernard joined her in bed.

The following day normal relations resumed but Babs was, perhaps, a little quieter than usual. Tony behaved as though nothing unusual had taken place between them. 'Perhaps he's used to it,' Babs thought. It was a cold cheerless day, in sharp contrast to the previous one, and most of the managers were out of the office, so Tony decided to send out for a sandwich for his lunch.

Babs had been thinking over just what she would say to him about yesterday. Never having been a person to beat about the bush, she thought a direct and honest approach would be best. So she took a deep breath and joined him in his office. She sat on the corner of his desk and told him how much she had enjoyed the day out with him.

'Thank you, Tony. It was wonderful! I have never had a day quite like it,' she said, 'and I'm not referring to the episode in the car on the moors. Though that as well was very different from my usual life-style. Unexpected though. Still, it won't happen again, I expect,' she added with a smile.

'No! Probably not! Thank you for escorting me. I must say that I don't usually end up with my hands inside a lady passenger's knickers, though I'm not against that sort of enjoyment.' her forthrightness encouraged him to respond with similar candor. 'In fact, to be absolutely frank, I do have an insatiable curiosity about that part of a lady's body. Perhaps that had something to do with my behaviour.'

Babs laughed with surprise at his forthright admission. 'Good heavens! Why does that interest you?' She wondered what his answer would be.

He paused. 'Oh, I don't know! Just inquisitive, I suppose, but I enjoy giving pleasure. And, I must say, I've yet to find a lady who doesn't enjoy being touched by sensitive, appreciative fingers. Under the right circumstances of course. I suppose there are some who don't enjoy the experience, but I haven't come across them. Once they've got over their initial embarrassment, they usually like more.'

That fluttery feeling was starting in Babs' groin again. 'Oh, no!' she moaned inwardly. 'I want to feel him finger me again!'

'I guess I was a little bit drunk,' she said in a voice calmer than she felt, 'otherwise I'd have been mortified and humiliated at the thought of you touching me. Or anybody else touching me for that matter. I'm usually very shy about sex. Prudish and prim, you know. I'm afraid I have very little interest in it these days.'

Tony smiled at her, thinking 'they all say that, or something similar.' Aloud, he said 'Don't you have any curiosity, yourself, then? You know, about the different shapes and sizes of men's ... toys?' He wasn't sure what euphemism Babs would use for the penis.

Her mouth was getting dry at the direction the conversation was taking. She couldn't hold back her growing feeling of desire. 'His penis, you mean,' she said solemnly, and it was Tony's turn to laugh at her directness.

'Well, you clearly believe in calling a spade a spade.'

She opened her eyes in mock surprise. 'Well, why beat about the bush? That's what it's called. Anyway, no, I can honestly say that I never have had any curiosity about them. I've always thought of them as a very clumsy means to a rather sticky end. Though I have to admit that I did have some curiosity about yours yesterday. Goodness knows why! Why do you call it a toy?'

Tony laughed again. She found herself looking down, stealing a glance at his groin, straining to see the shape of his stiffness which had grown inside his trousers. He placed a hand on Babs' left knee and squeezed lightly. 'Because someone once said - I can't remember who - that it was the one toy girls never tire of playing with.'

She felt her resolve slipping rapidly away. She managed to snort. 'Well! I must be the exception that proves the rule.' His hand was now caressing her thigh. Babs desperately wanted him to feel her genitals again. Her vulva was already oozing copiously. She was willing him to touch it. This is crazy she thought, parting her knees slightly as she did. 

'But go on,' she found herself saying lightly, hiding her nervousness and feeling of trepidation, 'you can have a proper feel of it if you want to indulge your immoral interest in the female genitalia. But only a quick one!'

Tony's surprised look at her lasted for a second or two, before sliding his hand along the inside of her thigh, over the silk-clad flesh. Above her stocking top, he found the wide opening of her knickers. Then the roughness of her hair.

Babs had again worn knickers of the loose fitting style rather than her usual tight fitting ones. Tony had no trouble slipping his hand into them to cup her plump, hot, dripping flesh in its palm. He used his thumb to prize apart the crumpled folds of the wet crevice before curling it round to touch her sensitive button.

Babs screwed her eyes tight, catching her breath as her loins gave an internal lurch. Her whole inside was on fire. Raging!

'Goodness!' she whispered. 'I feel like a wanton young trollop letting you touch me like this. I've never ever really wanted anyone to do this to me before. Honest! But your fingers are so sensitive and this is so very sensual.'

She gasped as another jolt hit the pit of her belly. 'Don't stop! Please!' there was an urgency in the gasps. Babs couldn't stop her loins from beginning to shake. It was a new experience for her - not at all repulsive. The excitement was building deep inside her. Bubbling. Oh my God! Ab orgasm was developing rapidly.

Tony was smiling up at her, caressing her with his two middle fingers curled up into her slippery tunnel, exploring the contours of the soft folds, whilst his thumb continued to massage her sensitive, generously sized button. Her eyes were glazing over as excitement grew within her. 

'Ooh,' she groaned, 'That's bloody wonderful! You were right about us not being able to resist it. I do want it, so much. Go on! Don't stop. Please! I think I'm going to explode!'

But, unfortunately for Babs, Tony had to stop rather suddenly. He managed to withdraw his hand, sitting with clasped hands on his desk as his office door opened and a smiling colleague from another of the Company's offices walked in and bellowed 'Hi!'

Tony turned to Babs casually. 'OK Babs, we'll finish it later!'

She stood, blushing at her wantonness, picking up her shorthand notebook before beating a clumsy, hasty retreat to the ladies toilet. She sat on the toilet, knees wide apart, and finished off what Tony had started. Her vulva was wetter than she could ever remember it having been before. She rubbed the sloppy lips hard, bringing herself to a welcome, if deeply shameful, orgasm. After the relief, she felt utterly humiliated, unable to believe that she could ever be capable of behaving in this lewd manner. Her resolve and usual self-control vanished in tears of self reproach.

The problem suddenly struck Barbara like a mallet. She was in love! She had really fallen in love for the very first time in her life. She knew it. The feelings she was experiencing were completely new to her. She had always thought that lovers' sighs were something that poets prattled on about, but now she knew they were for real. She sighed constantly.

The kick she felt in her gut when she looked at Tony amazed her. When at home, she had a longing, a yearning, to be with him. Blinding tears would well up for no reason and she would feel to be suffocating. Tony became an obsession with her. She couldn't rid him from her thoughts even for a second. When her husband went out, she would phone Tony's home hoping he was in. Her excuse would be to tell him that she might be a bit late in work the next day.

If he himself answered the phone she would tell him in a breathless, choking voice 'I love you Tony. I had to phone to tell you and just to hear your voice. Think of me in bed tonight darling. I shall be thinking of you fantasising that you are making love to me.'

Tony didn't get much chance to say very much other than 'OK Barbara, thanks for ringing and telling me.'

Babs would also phone him at week-ends pretending some business but really just to listen to him. The very sound of his voice would start her stomach churning, her juices running. She became desperate to be with him and would find excuses to take the car out to drive to outside Tony's house. There, she would sit gazing at the door hoping he would come out. It helped just to be near him. With no previous experience to guide her, Babs was unable to handle or control this deep emotion of love.

Of course, Babs tried not to let her feelings show to her husband, but he had now become repugnant to her and she felt a deep remorse for cheating on him. She went to considerable lengths to keep him happy and content, and was grateful that his sexual demands on her were very infrequent these days.

Every day that Tony was in the office she contrived to sit with him, perched on the corner of his desk, brazenly asking him to put his hand up her skirt, to fondle her. She had completely thrown all modesty to the wind. To make things easier, Babs had taken to removing her knickers beforehand. She would lift the hem of her skirt to tease him with a glimpse of the furry patch between her parted thighs and the damp slit. Reaching down into his lap with her fingers, she lightly stroked the bulge she saw growing there. Babs constantly surprised herself with these uncharacteristic, salacious actions.

On the days Tony was out for lunch, she would sit pining for him to return. When he was away for two or three days, life was miserable for her. She was in the complete grip of a deep infatuation, behaving like a teenage schoolgirl with a violent crush on her teacher. She had admitted her feelings to Tony but he treated the whole thing lightly. 'You'll get over it,' was all he said. She began to pester him to take her away on one of his trips for a night.

'Not allowed!'

'You can do it,' she told him. 'Other secretaries have been taken to London, and theirs have come here, as part of a personnel campaign. They probably shag their bosses, as well!'

Tony had hummed and ahed. 'But you're only with us short-term,' he said. 'It'd look very odd. If you were permanent, it'd be different!'

'I'll become permanent, then. I'll do anything. Please!'

She continued to pester him to fondle between her thighs during the lunch hours, and at other times during the day when she could, but the danger of discovery prevented her from relaxing enough to have a full orgasm or even to fondle Tony in return. She was becoming increasingly desperate for him to take her, to get inside her and possess her whole body.

Eventually, Babs persuaded Tony to come into the office on a Saturday morning when it would be deserted. She phoned him early to say she'd left her purse in the office. Could he meet her to let her in? Once inside she could make love him. Babs looked forward to it with great excitement, like a child waiting for a birthday to arrive. Tony agreed to meet her to let her into the office. When he arrived to unlock the outer door, Barbara, who had been waiting in a nearby doorway, walked quickly across the road to meet him.




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They went in together. Both stood in the silence for a few seconds before Babs threw herself at him for a passionate kiss. Tony locked the door before they went up into his office where Barbara wasted no time in falling into another passionate embrace with him. 'This is wonderful,' she said. 'Alone together at last, even if it's only for a few minutes.'

Tony fondled her breasts inside her coat. 'You didn't leave you purse at all, did you? It was just a ploy. You little bugger.' He pushed the coat from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her jacket and blouse were quickly unfastened, to reveal a low cut brassiere, This, too, was quickly unhooked and hoisted over her breasts for Tony to fondle. After stroking them, he flicked her long nipples with his thumbs. Babs unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the carpet round her feet.

There she was, standing in her underskirt, with blouse open and breasts hanging loose. Tony took a good look at her, studying the texture of her breasts and the engorged, long dark-pink nipples, all goose-pimply, perched there. They pointed up at his face rather than down at his feet, as if expecting some attention. He sat her on the corner of the desk, took one of the nipples between his lips and gently nibbled it with his teeth. Whilst he did this, Babs unzipped his flies and fumbled feverishly for his stiff penis. After a struggle, she pulled it out and took her first look at it. It was only the second stiff penis she had ever seen, not counting her two children.

Her husband's swarthy-skinned specimen had never really interested Babs, but ever since the episode in the car she had often fantasised about Tony's. And here is was, jutting up towards her. It looked somehow different to what she expected. She was mesmerized by its sheer smoothness. its proud beauty. The faint blue tracery of veins against the pale, creamy skin and the puckered pale-rose gatheringing of the foreskin. She fell under its spell and wanted it forever.

Tony pushed her gently leaning back over the desk and lifted her underskirt. Her hands were on the desk behind her to steady herself. Her thighs parted. She was, of course, wearing her French knickers. Looking down, Babs watched as Tony pulled the gusset to one side with one hand and edged his loins between her thighs. With his other hand, he presented the blunt head of his rod to her brown wrinkled lips . He rubbed the head up and down between the cleft, nudging the lips apart to press into the swollen button where the lips joined. He felt her juices oiling the end of his shaft ready for its entry deep into her.

It was a really fantastic vulva! Large folds of flesh suspended from the apex of her vulva, framing his shaft as he rolled it around her opening until the first half inch nudged its way into her warmth. There, he paused to feel the warm muff of pliant flesh encasing his penis. Babs closed her eyes and parted her mouth in utter ecstasy.

'This is it!' she thought. 'At last!' Her body was beginning to tremble, her buttocks to shudder. She was frantic for the feel of his cock deep inside her. Moaning with frustration she pushed her loins at him. Tony looked down and, slowly and deliberately, drove part way into her hot willing flesh. After a short hesitation, he pulled half out again slowly before thrusting it inside again. But not to the hilt. Not yet.

The sensation overwhelmed Barbara. Never had she experienced anything like this before in her life. Her love-making with her husband consisted of her turning out the bedside light, opening her legs, and him climbing on top of her and thrusting in and out until he'd finished. There was no feeling of real excitement; of involvement, of being filled to overflowing with love.

Not like this almost choking sensation, even though Tony had not yet penetrated her fully to the hilt. She moaned in her throat; a rasping sound like tearing silk.

'Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's beautiful!' she groaned. 'Go on Tony. Do it! Give it to me! Deep! Hard!'

It was at that exact moment that they heard the front door being opened. 'Oh, no!' she whimpered, sick with frustration.

Tony quickly withdrew, pushed his stiff part, now smeared with her juices, into his trousers and zipped himself up. Babs pulled up her skirt, fastening it before hurriedly buttoning up her jacket. Tony put his forefinger to his lips and gestured for her to crouch low behind the desk so that their shadows should not be seen against the translucent windows of the office wall.

There was no reason why anyone should come into Tony's office, but in a moment of panic, it is not easy to be rational. It was probably one of the other managers calling in for some papers. Then they heard voices.

It was Arthur.

'It's OK June,' they heard him say, it's perfectly safe in here. No-one will come. We won't be interrupted.'

Babs smiled to herself. 'Oh shit! Foiled again!' She hadn't realised that Arthur and June were having an affair on the side. But the thrilling moment of romance had passed by for Babs.

Tony put his hand up her skirt as she crouched beside him, and manipulated her to a small tense climax. She was bitterly disappointed and wanted to weep and tear her hair with frustration, but there it was! She dare not stay any longer. As they crept out of the office they heard June behind the closed door of the sample room moaning and whimpering.

Lucky her,' Babs thought.

The next week, Babs decided to take a big risk. She suggested to Tony that he call at her house at lunch time on one of her half-days, where she would have a cup of tea waiting for him. Besides other things! After some hesitation, he agreed. A free fuck was always alluring and Babs had a fantastic vulva. So wet!

The following Tuesday, on his return to the office from a visit to a customer, Tony parked his car in the street next to the one Babs lived in. He always thought it prudent not to park in front of the house of his girl friend, particularly if she was married. He walked round from the next street.

Barbara opened the door almost as soon as he knocked.

'I saw you coming down the street,' she said and threw herself into his arms for an intense embrace. 'Do you want a cup of tea?' she asked.

'Sod the tea!' he said, 'get your knickers off.'

She laughed, lifting the hem of her skirt to flash her hairy groin. 'I'm not wearing any! Come into the room and sit down.' He was dragged in by the hand.

Sitting on the settee, Babs pulled opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra either! Her fascinating breasts with their perky erect nipples were laid bare in front of Tony. Leaning towards him, she unfastened his flies to take out his penis, already swelling rapidly. Babs eyes were riveted on the sight of it stiffening up. She reached out and held that adorable object in her hand. For the first time in her life she was eagerly doing something that had always repelled her. She was not only holding a man's penis, she was relishing it! She curled her thumb and forefinger round the head and drew them down to peel back the skin and reveal the mauve head. Babs loved this hunk of flesh with an insatiable passion, wanting it inside her all the time.

Then she did something she would never have contemplated possible. She opened her mouth and sank her lips over the uncovered head, slowly sliding her mouth backwards and forwards on it. After allowing her a few moments for private adoration, Tony sank to his knees in front of Babs, parting her thighs. She let it slip from her mouth with reluctance. She adored it. Trousers lowered, his underpants were pushed down to his knees. He gripped her buttocks, and pulled her towards him. He took a good look at the wonderful hairy vulva, pink and wet labia, eager for his cock. The end of his stiff pulsating rod nudged between the wet lips as he lifted her knees over each of his shoulder.

Then with one firm thrust, she was penetrated to the hilt. Her loins bucked as she cried out in great ecstasy. Even in that state of jubilation, her keen ears caught the sound of a car drawing up outside. Her eyes opened wide as she looked over Tony's shoulders to the window.

'Good God!' It's my husband!' she blurted out.

Without a pause, Tony scrambled up quickly, his penis deflating like a balloon, hurriedly dragging up his trousers round his thighs.

'This way!' Barbara urged him. He followed her hurriedly into the kitchen, both of them fumbling with buttons and zip fasteners. She unlocked and unbolted the back door, opened it, and pushed him out abruptly into the yard. The door closed behind him just as the front door opened. Babs quickly glanced down at her dress to make sure the buttons were all fastened before going back into the living room with a look of surprise on her face.

'Hello, love! What are you doing home at this time?' And, without waiting for his reply, 'I've just made a pot of tea, I'll pour you a cup. You don't look well! Sit down, love!'

Meantime, Tony had crossed quietly out of the back yard, closing the tall wooden gate softly behind him. Struggling into his jacket, he walked at speed down the back lane to the end of the row of houses, ignoring the woman carrying a basket full of groceries. She watched him with surprise, until he rounded the end of the row.

Once out of sight of the house, he paused to get his breath and to light a cigarette. His heart was still beating wildly. 'Bloody amazing,' he thought! 'How does she manage to do it? Talk about coitus bloody interruptus! Every time!' He took a deep draw on his cigarette, walked round to his car, and drove back to his office wondering if it was all worth the bother.

The next day Babs was full of contrition. She came into his office and stood beside him. 'I'm sorry about yesterday, Tony. Apparently Bernard wasn't feeling too well, so thought he'd pop home at lunch time. Anyway, he didn't go back to work. He seemed very edgy, but said there was nothing wrong with him apart from feeling a bit unwell. I do hope he doesn't suspect anything.'

What Babs didn't know was that Bernard's problem was his flighty girlfriend. That same morning she announced the end of their relationship and he was too upset to stay at work.

Tony shook his head sadly, smiling wryly. 'Somehow, Barbara, I don't think we're meant to have an affair.' He slid his hand under her skirt, stroked her buttocks and ran his fingers between the warmth of her crack, now in a constant state of arousal. He allowed the juices to seep over his fingers.

'I'm always wet these days, darling,' she told him. 'My body just longs for you to touch it. I go half crazy wanting you. Yearning for you. I wish we could find some way of being together.' She was very unhappy and despondent. 'I'm not sure I like this being in love thing.' They managed an uncomfortable lunch-time intercourse in the back of Tony's car on the moors, but it was a popular courting spot and they were conscious of peeping toms watching them. Barbara couldn't relax and Tony only managed to splash sperm on her black skirt. She was even more frustrated than ever!

Her only all-consuming ambition was to spend a night in Tony's bed. She knew he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as she was; in fact their love was all one sided. She suspected Tony was getting a bit bored with the whole affair. And she was right!

The week after she was due to leave the job to start training at college, she was asked to go to London on a two-day course. This was her great chance. She persuaded Tony to book himself into his London hotel and to arrange some business in the London office. Eventually, he gave in and they laid their plans. Okay, he thought, I'll fuck her insensible until she can't even think! Give her something to remember me by. That's what she wants, obviously. Babs was sleeping in a London college hostel with other students, but she would meet Tony in the lobby of a nearby hotel at six o'clock. Not prepared to risk an hotel for their assignment, Tony had taken the precaution of renting a room for that night in Dolphin Square, a large block of flats which also offered guest room facilities for its residents. These rooms were no stranger to illicit goings on. He had a friend who lived in one of the flats, so he knew the arrangements. Babs met him as arranged, and after a drink, they took a taxi. Barbara explained that she was supposed to be back at the hostel by midnight or she'd be locked out.

'Just call me Cinderella,' she said! Babs waited in the lobby whilst Tony got his key from the reception porter and took his overnight bag into the small single room. He put the bedhead light on, then went to bring Barbara in. They returned through a side entrance to the block.

It wasn't up to the standard Tony was used to in hotels, but it was private. No hotel porters or floor maids around. Barbara immediately put her arms round Tony, giving him a passionate kiss. Without saying a word, she took off his jacket, knelt in front of him, unfastened the waist band of his trousers, unzipped his flies and drew his trousers to the floor. Next she hooked her thumbs into his underpants and pulled them over his legs to expose his bare thighs and groin to her gaze.

Babs was mesmerised by his phallus. She cupped the soft, warm genitals in the palms of both hands and fondled them tenderly. For the first time, full of curiosity, she watched the blood pumping into the shaft. It stiffened in front of her eyes, jerk by jerk, until it rose to its full length and girth from the forest of brown hair at its base. A single tear had already oozed from the end of his toy to lubricate the foreskin, which she peeled back to reveal her pride and glory; the polished bulbous end. Tony was standing there with his hands on Babs' head whilst she gazed in wonder at her newly discovered miracle. Her heart sobbed for it.

'Come on. Stand up!' he said.

'In a minute.' Her voice was hoarse with excitement. 'Let me explore my new toy first. I want to inspect every inch of it and examine what I'm going to have prodding inside me. We have all night. I intend relishing every second.'

So he sat on the bed with Babs curled between his knees, playing with her toy. As she did, he took off her blouse and bra, nipped her perky stiff nipples whilst his erection was enjoying all the close attention. To Babs amusement and delight, it jerked and quivered in her hand as Tony clenched and unclenched the muscles in his groin. Oh my God! Look!

'Now it's my turn,' he said. 'Whilst you play with your toy, I want to explore the depths of the shrine I shall soon be burying it in.' Babs stood to allow Tony to unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. Her underskirt and knickers followed until she stood before him naked except for her girdle and stockings. He pulled her onto the bed, then straddled over her in the sixty-nine position. Barbara was astounded! She'd was learning new tricks all the time.

With Tony's head between her thighs, his fingers opened out the hair-covered outer flaps covering the entrance to her pink flesh. His curiosity turned on every crease and wrinkle in the large protruding labia. His tongue licked the slick heavy lips. With his own lips, he gripped the generous labia, chewing them. Tasting the musky juices. Inhaling the special scent. His stiffened tongue jabbed into the vagina, already dilated in anticipation of penetration. Tony studied the entire vulva, taking in every detail of it, from clitoral hood to perineum. His fingers toyed with the cluster of fleshy bits surrounding the vaginal opening, like petals of a flower. His tongue swirled round the clitoris, feeling it jump and flex. 

With testicles swinging above her face, Babs was also able to do her own study of every inch of her new discoveries. Her fingers traced the veins down Tony's solid shaft She examined the way his scrunched up testicles were attached to his groin, feeling the shape and texture of the balls within. Babs marveled at the way the skin of his toy slid up and down the stiff shank, how the testicles were dragged upwards when she moved the skin up his shaft. Never before had she made such a careful study. Never before had she had any interest in it. But this was different. This was love. Or lust rather!

A growing excitement in Babs groin began to bubble and twitch as Tony's tongue prodded her button, searching all her vulva, flicking in and out of her vagina. As he caressed her inner thighs, she moaned in ecstasy and triumph. Feeling his breath on her sensitive lips just before he flicked his tongue over it, increased the internal intensity fluttering in her belly.

Barbara rubbed the stiff manhood against her cheek and lips, kissing and stroking, moans growing in her throat as she began the climb to the peak of excitement. As he pierced her vagoinal entrance with his pointed tongue, lapping at her lips and bud fiercely, the thrill in her loins increased. Babs was astonished. Having her vulva licked and kissed was a new thrill for her. She had never thought of such an obscene act. Tony could do anything he liked with her body. She had surrendered herself willingly to his vile lechery. The effect was rapid.

Gasping, he blurted, 'Oh darling! Tony! I love you. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh my God! Unbelievable! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God!' 

Moans became more anguished and intense as Tony gripped the cheeks of her buttocks. The finger massaging the brown puckered entrance to her second orifice, now soaking with her trickling juices, was replaced by his stiffened tongue. Such a shocking, vile invasion of her rear passage was totally unexpected. Shattering! The effect was like an electric shock. Every muscle in her body jolted wildly. Spasms of ecstasy jerked her into an unbelievable, out-of-this-world sensation of wanton lust.

Babs was breathless with sheer rapture. This was a new paradise for her, immersed in a warm wash of exquisite feelings of sordid, carnal delight coursing through her whole body. Never had she dreamt that such fantastic joy could be hers. Swelling to a crest of triumph, the waves of passion washed over her. Unstoppable! A long animal moan rose to a wild cry, as body lurched and twisted. Babs whole being was racked with a series of thrilling, orgastic spasms. It was almost too much for her. Tears of intense pleasure rolled down her cheeks. She pushed her hand between her vulva and Tony' searching tongue to prevent any further stimulation of her over-sensitive button.

'No! No more! I can't!' she whimpered.

Long gasps of disbelief accompanied her slowly relaxing body. Tony watched the tension in her face begin to soften. 

At last, she spoke. Her soft voice was filled with awe. 'That was absolutely wonderful! Fabulous! I never knew such ecstasy was possible.' She paused. 'I've never been licked down there before. I didn't even know that's what people did!'

Tony turned round to face her, smiling at her wonderment. Poised over her, he positioned his cock at her entrance and with one hard thrust embedded himself fully into the depths of her hot honeyed flesh. Barbara bottom lurched as she cried out in sheer joy and exhilaration. The moment she'd been waiting for for three months had finally arrived. Tony thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, pausing at the entrance to her secret delight, before driving himself deep into her again and again. His thrusting became gradually quicker and the thrusts stronger, for what seemed hours, but was in fact, only ten minutes.

'Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!' she breathed to herself spontaneously, over and over again. 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' sShe wanted to share the delicious moment with Tony, but couldn't. It was intensely personal. 'Go on! Go on!' she urged him, 'deeper, deeper!' Tony was thrusting hard into her warm inside lunging in and out with extraordinary vigour accompanied by grunts of effort. Barbara sighed loudly, crying out for more, eyes clenched tightly, rolling her head from side to side in a delirium of joy, as she pushed against him in time to his own rhythm.




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She was being ravished. She wanted him to hurt her; to crush her fanny, split her open. Hers was a private paradise. 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' she yelled at him. Suddenly, Barbara's body jerked with a powerful wave of emotion sweeping over her, followed by a second wave. Her loins began to buck wildly as Tony held on to her buttocks. He drove deep into her with long strenuous thrusts, again and again, until the whole of her body began to tremble uncontrollably. A massive explosion, centred on her clitoris, crashed over her with a shattering blow, sending her entire body into a thousand agonising barbs of triumph.

'Yes! Yes, yes, yes!' she shouted in torment accompanied her physical convulsions. Her second orgasm ripped through her. 

At the same time, Tony cried out, spurting jet after jet of sperm deep into her eager vagina. Nine or ten hard jerks expelled his offering. Barbara was overwhelmed by the experience of a simultaneous orgasm, her demanding vagina filled with his special sperm. So extraordinary was the experience, so overwhelming, that she wept for joy .

This was a night of revelations for her. 'That's never happened to me before, two orgasms so close together, and a simultaneous orgasm,' she told Tony when she had recovered her breath. 'I believe those are things some women dream about but rarely, if ever, experience. I never thought it possible. But now I have! And it was the most wonderful experience of my entire life. I shall remember this miraculous night until I die. I love you so deeply, Tony. I honestly don't know how I shall manage to live without you. I need you to fuck me for ever and ever. To exist on a continual wave of lust and orgasm.'

They lay together in a close embrace, Tony with his stiff penis still filling Barbara's secret paradise of carnal desire. 

'It's just gone nine o'clock. In a minute, we'll go for a meal, then repeat the dose.' 

And that's what they did. Even though the simultaneous orgasm eluded them the second time, forgetting the time. Babs was to be treated to a succession of several fucks. Her vulva was licked, kissed and penetrated by fingers, tongue and penis in an orgy of lechery. She enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, the next one following before the previous one was finished. Never had she thought such sustained activity was possible. Tony's erection seemed permanent.

For the first time in her life Babs felt the spurts of hot sperm gushing into her inner cheeks. She kissed and sucked Tony's penis, tasting his sperm before swallowing it with great love and enjoyment. They finally fell into a sleep of exhaustion.

Babs awoke with Tony again penetrating her vagina from behind. Shagging her hard, gripping her buttocks. With closed eyes she rejoiced in the sensation of utter ecstacy spreading throughout her body. A quiet orgasm completed her night of lascivious lust. It was with a feeling of relief in more ways than one that Tony pumped his sperm deep into her for the last time. A final fuck of that abundant vagina.

It was with reluctance that Barbara left in a taxi to return to the hostel at seven the next morning. She was met by matron of the hostel, who told her that her husband had been trying to get in touch with her all the previous evening. The look on the matron's face showed that she knew what Barbara had been up to all night. Well, her face showed her exhaustion, puffed eyes and swollen lips were evidence of a night of debauchery.

Barbara 'phoned home straight away. To her horror, she heard that her youngest boy had been taken ill, rushed into hospital at nine o'clock, crying for his mummy. Acute appendicitis requiring an emergency operation. He was now asleep and resting. Her husband was tired and depressed.

'Where were you, for God's sake?' he asked. 

'Oh, er... I went out for a meal and got delayed,' she said. 'I didn't know you'd called until I was told just now. Sorry!'

Barbara returned to her room, sat down on her bed and wept with bitter shame and self pity. Her sexual emancipation of the previous night dashed to insignificance. On her journey home she resolved to make it up to Bernard. She suddenly realized how unreasonable she had been. It wasn't Tony's fault. He too had been treated badly by her. She had pursued and pestered him. He had risked exposure with her on a number of occasions.

She would try to arouse Bernard so that she could go down on him. It was something she had never done before but that he had always wanted her to do. Her revulsion had been overcome by the liberties she took with Tony's body. She thought she could now satisfy Bernard's yearning for oral sex. Then she'd respond to his intercourse, rather than just lie back and leave it to him. She'd take part in the act. She owed it to him. He might wonder what had transformed her attitude to sex. She would have to make up some story about having confessed to a sex counsellor, who was on the course, about her aversion to sex and how she'd changed her thinking.

And it worked. But she would never forget her Tony.

Not he her!



Sex and the Office Ch. 04



JILL'S CHRISTMAS GIFT 

Frank was her boss for a few months. Jill was a good professional secretary and her looks were a distinct advantage to Frank, whose clients were only too pleased to look her up and down as she served them coffee in his office, admiring her slender figure and shapely legs. Her smile even suggested a promised intimacy they could only dream about. They told Frank what a lucky guy he was!

And certainly, Jill was a very attractive lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-colored hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet – a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average height, but with a narrow waist, not too full in the hips, having a superbly shaped bottom! It showed at its cheeky best when she walked from the hip, with upright bearing, head held high.

Her breasts complemented her bottom in size and shape, self-supporting perfection, with coral-colored areola, tipped with rose-colored cone shaped nipples, which would swell to considerable proportions when aroused – which they often were. A ring of goose pimples surrounded the nipple. Not that Frank had seen them. Only wished he had!

When she looked at her naked body in the mirror, Jill would run her hands over her shoulders, breasts, belly, resting on her furry friend. She was proud of her body, touching her clitoris lightly with her middle finger, feeling it throb slightly, sending a mild shudder through her loins. Between her thighs, her plump vulva with the inner labia pushing out, her long legs, perfectly shaped with narrow ankles, completed the picture. No wrinkles on her body anywhere. Firm, smooth skin. No sign of her having had two children. Yes! She was very proud of her body – with every reason. It was perfect. Well, she thought so.

Wherever Jill went, men turned their heads. She was the envy of all her friends, and the center of attention of their husbands. All wanted to take care of her, to father her. Which really meant that they wanted to make love to her. Jill was aware of this, of course. It made her feel good to be admired for her looks.

In spite of her beauty, to look at Jill, you wouldn't think butter would melt in her mouth. She was the ultimate in child-like innocence. Her soft smile, her blue shining trusting eyes, all added to her appearance of vulnerability. Which is, of course, what the men found most attractive about her. If she caught them looking at her with lust in their eyes, one of her tricks was to cock her head slightly to one side, smile sweetly at them with a look of sympathy, as if to say 'Sorry! I know you're dying to fuck me – but I'm not available.'

Her innocent face belied her sexual appetite, however, and her experience of men. Men of her choice of course. If only her admirers knew how much she adored the penis – the feel of it in the palm of her hand, the penetration her most secret treasure – they would have been less reticent at chatting her up. She too would give a furtive glance at them and fantasize about what lurked behind the flies of their trousers. She had a vivid imagination.

Of all the perfect parts of her body, Jill believed that none were more so than her vulva. She knew every wrinkle of it. She studied it in a mirror quite often, whilst grooming it. She admired the soft pubic hair, it's coppery, silky curls, covering the pronounced mons, which hardened noticeably when aroused, before encasing the entire vulva in its silken web. Some wisps of hair were allowed to stray into the inner thigh on both sides. Other stray wisps were plucked to keep the shape neat and tidy.

The outer labia were plump and full, whilst the inner lips, rather darker in color, draped from the tip of the vulva, as though hanging from the sensitive clitoris, before their folds reached their fleshy thickness on either side of the entrance to her rose-pink vagina, then joining together again at the base of the vulva. The overall effect was of an appealing entrance to her sensitive passage of delight, held in place by a golden web of beauty. The flesh of the inner labia was of a lightly marbled texture, which swelled up when aroused, to become smoother. The puckered vagina itself was set a little higher than usual for an English lady, making it that bit more accessible to a visiting penis, of which there had been quite a few afforded that privilege.

Being the keeper of such a perfect piece of feminine mystery, it's not surprising that Jill treasured it. It was the very center, the core of her physical being, besides the focal point of her emotional being. She was always aware of its existence. It was ever present in her mind. As she grew older, it ruled her life more and more. It was her furry friend. Her constant companion.

As usual in any office environment, of course, sexual innuendo was rife, with the men lusting after the secretaries – and vice versa in some cases. It was soon made clear to Jill that her boss was hungry for her. He couldn't take his eyes off her when they were in the same room. And when the rest of the staff realized this, they backed away from her, leaving the field clear for Frank. He was a handsome, distinguished-looking man in his early forties. Tall, clean-shaven, well dressed. Jill was perplexed. She wondered why her boss fancied her, when his wife was an elegant lady with looks and style - most men's idea of a perfect sex partner.

For some reason, Jill was used by her friends as a shoulder to cry on. Sympathetic and quietly encouraging. It was quite amazing the personal secrets people would confide in her. And not just her lady friends. Their husbands also told her rather embarrassing secrets. Of course, she was completely discreet!

It was during one of those intimate conversations sitting across from him at his desk, in which Frank was feeling rather maudlin after a few lunch time whiskeys, that he unburdened his troubles with her. It came as a surprise to Jill to hear that he was not getting his conjugal rights at home. Sleeping in twin beds kept the married couple apart and, he confessed in an unguarded moment - or perhaps in a more calculated moment - that his wife had repelled his sexual advances time and again, until he felt that there was no purpose in trying any more.

His wife Jacqueline had never shown much interest in sex, even before marriage. And, to be fair, Frank was only too eager to be allowed to fuck her gorgeous slender body. He didn't make love to it - he fucked it. Jacqueline (never Jackie!) would lie there between her sheets, with her legs apart, knees bent, looking at the dark ceiling, thinking of her next shopping expedition, whilst Frank humped and grunted over her until had discharged into his condom. She never reciprocated. She had married him for his money and his prospects, as they say. Not for his cock. After he climbed off her to dispose of the condom and climb into his own bed, she would turn on her side and go to sleep.

'She finds sex repulsive and nauseating,' he confided to Jill. 'She pampers her own body, soaking in the bath for ages. I'm sure she masturbates for her own pleasure – as I have to for mine.' He smiled ruefully.

He wasn't aware that his wife had found another lover. An equally elegant, sophisticated lady. They were wildly in love with each other, finding every opportunity to lie naked together and make love to each other's beautiful body. After that, Frank never got a look in.

Jill, it must be said, was rather taken aback at Frank's openness. Most men would consider it a failing on their part to be denied sex with their wife. But not Frank. So Jill decided to offer him some rather obvious advice. 'You should find yourself a mistress,' she told him with a smile. 'Someone to love you and take of your needs.'

He looked at her. 'How are you fixed?' he responded hopefully.

'I'm already spoken for, Frank. But there must be other women you know. Besides, it's never such a good idea to mix business with pleasure. Though it often happens, I know. Even here!'

'You have an extraordinary effect on me, Jill. The old testosterone glands work overtime as soon as I look at you.'

Unknown to Frank, Jill's glands were also working overtime, lubricating her vagina in response to the sexy conversation. She fancied him, but wouldn't give in to her body's greed. It would be too easy to become involved in a serious affair, which was the last thing she wanted, with a husband and two young children at home. But it was flattering in a way to be the object of men's lust. 

'Well, maybe it gives you some fantasies when you play with yourself,' she laughed. 'Shall I tell you about an episode in my life that happened some years ago, when my son was a baby?'

'Sounds like you have a confession yourself.'

'Well, it is in a way. But it may give you something to fantasize about when you feel the need.'

'Go on then. I'm all ears.'

'Well, close to where we were living at the time was a small park, where I often took the baby in the pram during fine weather for a morning stroll. It would usually get him off to sleep after his feed. I would take a book, sit on a bench in a secluded part of the park, and read for half-an-hour whilst the baby slept.

'On a particular, warm sunny morning, I was sitting reading a book of erotic tales by Anais Nin. Deep into the story of illicit love and intrigue in the parks of Paris, I was brought back to reality by a voice interrupting my erotic thoughts. "Er... excuse me... I wonder...?"

'When I pushed up the dark glasses I saw a young man standing in front of me. He was tall, slim, clean-shaven, with open-neck shirt and buff-colored slacks. I remembered having seen him around several times. I smiled at him. He was quite attractive. He asked if I would mind him sitting with me? I asked him why. There were plenty of empty benches around, I told him. But he said he'd like a chat, that's all. He was feeling rather lonely. I thought this rather curious, but patted the bench beside me. He sat on my right. We looked in each other's face. He looked earnest, with kind blue eyes and unruly blonde wavy hair. I asked him what he wanted to chat about?

'He said nothing in particular, but admitted he'd been watching me for several days. Said he thought I was very attractive. I burst out laughing at his lack of subtlety and asked if he was trying to get off with me?

'The young man blushed and stuttered. "Er... well, you look so peaceful, alone with your child, and me... well, I'm very shy and have no friends..."

'I found that hard to believe, I said. He told me that tomorrow he was due to go to London with a new job. So unless he plucked up courage to talk to me today, he would never get another chance. Well, I thought it all sounded innocent and honest enough. But still wondered at his real motive. I decided to ask him outright. Why he wanted to talk to me? I told him that I was just an ordinary housewife – may be even old enough to be his mother. And added that a good-looking young man like him should have a girlfriend anyway, to keep him company.

'He laughed. "Me? No. I don't have a girlfriend. I've never had one. Never even kissed a girl." It was my turn to laugh. My goodness. I asked him how old he was. "Nineteen."

'I laughed again and told him that he really must be shy to have reached the age of nineteen and never even kissed a girl. "They just laugh at me. Because I'm so shy and blush so easily" he said, his cheeks turning scarlet ro prove his point.

'Well, I laid my hand on his in a gesture of sympathy. I told him that girls at that age can be very cruel. But, never mind, I added, one day, he'll find a nice girl to care for. And even kiss him. Then, on the spur of the moment I leaned across and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Like that! I told him.

'He rubbed his cheek with his finger-tips. He asked if I thought she'd let me touch her? I asked why? And how did he mean, touch? He admitted that he'd never touched a woman in his life, or been touched by one either. Not where it matters. Except for his mother I reminded him with a laugh, when he was very young.

'But should we be talking together like this? I asked him. Strangers? Talking about intimate physical contact? Well, he said, perhaps it's because we were strangers, it gave him the courage to be open and honest with me. You won't believe this, but for some reason I never understood, after a quick look round to make sure there was no-one around, I took the young man's hand in mine and put it down the top of my dress onto the left swollen breast, holding it there. I was feeling adventurous and wicked. Must have been the Nin book I had been reading.

'I know. Unbelievable. But there you are. A spur of the moment thing.

'Lust was never far away from my thoughts at the best of times, and breast-feeding always increased my sexual need. Having just fed the baby before taking the walk, and being absorbed in an erotic tale by Anais Nin, I was feeling warm and runny inside already. And the poor young man had never fondled a woman's flesh. At nineteen! I felt sorry for him and daring! I'd soon put that to rights.

'I smiled encouragingly at him. "Is that where it matters?" With eyes opening wide, the young man was speechless. He was too stupefied to blush, gazing at his hand inside a woman's dress – fondling her full breast. Although that's what he wished for, it was certainly more than he could have hoped for. "Go on, feel it properly!" I said.

'He slid the palm of his hand into the bra, over the thick, swollen nipple, engorged with milk. He was in heaven. His obvious unexpected delight was so sweet. I looked down at his slacks. And sure enough, there was the telltale bulge against the right thigh. His penis was obviously aroused. I placed my palm over it lightly, adding more astonishment to the young man's face.

'So - rubbing my palm lightly over the bulge I asked if that was where it matters? It certainly seemed to thinks so.

Jill laughed at the memory. Frank was obviously feeling very horny, his eyes full of lust. She noticed him stroking the erection straining against his trousers. She went on with her story.

'The look of astonishment never left his face. With my other hand, I unbuttoned the top of my dress and unhooked the front catch of my bra, allowing the full breasts to swing free. The large nipples jutted out in all their glory. Feeling more confident now, as I was doing this, I unzipped the front of his slacks, reaching inside to locate the stiff cock. After squeezing it gently, I eased it out of its confines. "There!" I said. "I shall be the very first woman to touch your cock. Let's take a look."

'The young man feasted his eyes on my swollen breasts, and I studied the long stiff cock I was holding in my hand. Pre cum had gathered in the puckered end of the foreskin. I pulled the membrane back to allow it to trickle down the underside of the shaft. Holding it between thumb and index finger, I studied the penis, gently sliding the skin up and down.

'It was, I guessed, regulation length of around six inches, though rather slender, with very pale skin laced with feint blue and vermilion veins. An elegant cock in fact. The head was pointed – not particularly large – and pink rather than vermilion. Speculating on the purpose of this stiff thrilling piece of man gave me those familiar, pleasant flutters inside. Being unused to this kind of attention, though, it soon became clear that the young man's loins were beginning to boil over already, starting to twitch uncontrollably.

'With eyes screwed tight shut, head thrown back and loins tense, the young man grunted and lurched. I bent my head over his lap to take the cock in my mouth in time to catch the first jet of sperm that spat out. My lips gripped the shaft, bobbing my head up and down on it in rhythm with my hand, taking several more spurts until the spasms finished.

'Satisfied that the eruptions had finished, I swiped my lips over the shaft as I withdrew it, sperm trickling from the corner of my mouth. Yes!I swallowed the young man's emission. "Quick! Put it back before anyone sees us," I said, hooking my bra back in position, and buttoning up the dress as I stood up.

Jill chuckled, looking at Frank's lust filled eyes.

'The young man opened his eyes, looking dazed, hurrying to push the softening cock back inside the slacks. "There! Is that the kind of experience you've been missing?" I asked. Then, taking his hand, I steered it up the hem of my dress, into my knickers, pressing it against the soft sopping wet genitals. I have to admit, though, that this was for my own pleasure rather than his. At that moment, I needed to feel a man's hand pressing against my vulva. My God! I was desperate for cock! "Feel! Quickly!" 

'His clumsy hand fumbled against the slippery gash, with its rough hair, whilst I rubbed it up and down my crack, guiding his finger inside my pussy, before pulling away from him, smoothing down the dress.

'I muttered something like "Good luck with the new job," breathing rather heavily, pushing the pram away from the bench. I didn't look round, but went straight home, where I put the baby to my beast, masturbating vigorously as the baby suckled on it. It wasn't long before my stomach twisted and knotted into a tight peak before finally exploding. I had a fantastic orgasm. 

'I hadn't even asked his name.'

Frank was masturbating under his desk as Jill, fully aware of what he was doing, was very tempted to do it for him. But instead, she forced herself to leave his office. Feeling rather randy herself, she went straight to the ladies for self relief.

They never referred to the story after that. Jill managed to keep Frank at bay, though she would often furtively search with her eyes for the tell-tale bulge in his trousers. She would tease him with bending over to display her cleavage as she put his coffee cup in front of him, pausing to give him the chance to feast on the swelling of her breasts. It was shameful to watch such a normally self-confident executive so desperate for release. And to be honest, Jill would love to take out his penis and examine it - play with it. She was obsessed with cock, finding them endlessly fascinating and wonderful playthings. Ah well...

At Christmas time, as in offices all over the Western world, it was usual to end the year with an office party. The large reception area was turned into a nightclub atmosphere with lots of buffet food, wine and beer. Starting in the late afternoon, by early evening everyone was in party mood. Everyone, that is, except Frank, who was quiet and depressed. He had told Jill that the thought of spending several days without seeing her, filled him with remorse.

Nothing Jill said could cheer him up. They were sitting quietly together in a small settee, whilst the rest of the staff were chatting in corners, or smooching to the dance music being played softly on a tape recorder. Lights were turned low to hide the indiscretions of the couples, with hands wandering where they weren't really entitled to. Jill had seen one couple sidle away into an office, presumably for a more intimate embrace. She decided to try to add a little Christmas cheer to Frank's sadness.

'I'm off to the ladies,' Jill whispered in his ear. 'When I get back I'll go straight to your office.' she smiled sweetly. 'Don't you have some things to sign?' she added meaningfully. She stood, and disappeared into the lobby.

After two or three minutes had elapsed, Frank stood up casually, filled his wine glass and sauntered from the reception area, through Jill's outer office, into his own. Only the desk lamp was lit, throwing a pool of light over the blotting pad. He went across to the desk, leaning his bottom against the edge, wondering what it was that Jill had planned. He certainly had nothing to sign. Perhaps she had a present for her. He had already given Jill a bottle of Chanel No 5 perfume.




Sex and the Office Ch. 04



He soon found out what Jill had planned. The door open silently as she slipped quickly inside, closing it softly behind her. Standing with her back to it, she turned the key, before facing Frank. After dumping her handbag on the nearest chair, with a smile, Jill reached down to the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it as far as to her waist. The look on Frank's face was one of surprise and astonishment. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Jill had taken off her underwear, displaying her bare thighs, wide hips and narrow waist, her spread of dark pubic hair. The slightly parted legs showed her fleshy labia protruding from the swollen outer lips, framed with her dark curls. All was open to his gaze. His mouth went dry. He swallowed hard. He stared. After a few moments of showing her charms, and without saying a word, Jill sidled towards Frank, hips swaying provocatively. When she got to him, Jill stood with her legs parted. Taking his left hand in hers , she placed it, palm up, between her thighs, against her warm, slippery vulva.

'There!' she whispered. 'That's what you've been wanting for absolutely ages, darling. Feel!'

It was completely unbelievable! Swallowing hard again, Frank gently squeezed her fleshy mound, warm and silky, whilst Jill unfastened the buttons holding up her skirt, allowing it to shutter to the carpet. She stepped out of it. Next came the blouse. She wore nothing underneath that either. Jill was now standing before him stark naked, erect nipples standing out, topping her perfect creamy breasts. 

Frank's eyes were bulging with lust.

'This is your Christmas Present,' Jill told him, removing the glass of wine from his right hand, putting it onto the desk, before unhooking the fastening of his waistband. Then she lowered the zip fastener with skillful fingers. At last! She was going to see his penis. It had already risen to the occasion when she flipped it out of the confines of his underwear. Both trousers and underwear were pushed down his thighs and over his legs to dangle from his ankles, giving Jill free access to his genitals.

Jill studied the manhood in front of her. She wasn't disappointed. It was a large specimen with a distinct upward bend giving it a boomerang shape she had never seen in any cock before. Wonderful! The head had a pronounced rim that would thrill any vagina on entry. Jill thought it a shame that such a handsome piece of male equipment should be under utilized. Taking hold of the stiff cock in her right hand, Jill began fondling the full erection, trailing her delicate fingers along its length, feeling the smooth silky texture of the skin. She could play with it all night, but she turned him to one side of the desk, sitting him in the chair. Lifting her left breast to his face, she proffered the hard nipple to his lips, for him to suckle.

When he realized he wasn't dreaming, Frank began to explore every crease of Jill's slippery labia in earnest, rubbing the honey-wetness over her hair-covered outer lips, stroking against the clitoris. The large fleshy vulva gave him an awareness and thrill he had almost forgotten. It was a long time since he had felt the secret cluster of womanly flesh. It was absolute bliss! To slip a finger, then another, into the hot willing passage of soft folds was heavenly!

Jill knelt between Frank's open legs, toying with his testicles, stroking the length of his erection. She put her lips over the head, tasting the pearl of liquid oozing from the tip. Delicious! Her tongue licked over the underside from the base to the tip before she took the head in her mouth. Slowly, she pushed her head onto his cock until she had the whole length in her mouth. Deep throat. She had practiced long and hard in her younger days and could swallow the whole shaft. Her mouth wriggled over it, tongue teasing, sending shivers of sheer delight into Frank's groin.

But sexual abstinence over the years had reduced his ability to control his own physical emotions. Jill, gently sucking his cock, was encouraging his inner loins to tighten and flex in rapid succession. Frank began to panic. The muscles in his thighs and buttocks clenched. His loins started to jerk. Oh god, he thought, I'm coming already. His body was out of control. I'm going to squirt into her mouth, he thought in horror.

But Jill read the signs and, taking her mouth from it, held his cock hard against her groin as, with a groan of despair, he shuddered to a climax of considerable power. His sperm flooded into her pubic hair, splashed across her belly, spilling over her thighs. Spurt after spurt gushed over her whilst his fingers continued to feel her vagina.

Jill was thrilled. She continued to masturbate the handsome hard shaft as she rubbed the thick sperm vigorously against her clitoris and vulva, harder and harder, feeling the waves rising in her own groin. Faster and faster, the sperm lubricating her fingers, until her thighs twitched and lurched, she gave a loud sigh as she exploded into a myriad of ecstatic sensations and blissful release.

They both panted for breath as the excited muscles gradually subsided.

'My, my! What a deluge!' Jill gasped, snatching the handkerchief from the top pocket of his jacket, to mop up the excessive amount of sperm swamping her belly and pubic mound.

'That,' said Frank rather breathless, 'was the finest Christmas present I've ever had. All I need now is to fill your fanny with my cock. Just to feel it inside a woman again.'

'There's nothing I'd like better, darling, but I think we should draw the line at adultery. Much as I would enjoy it myself. You have a wonderful piece of equipment there. It's a shame to see it go to waste. Ah well. I'll take this hanky home to wash for you. Can't have your wife finding it.'

Jill went to collect her handbag. Opening it, she tucked the handkerchief inside and took out her crumpled lace knickers. After wiping them slowly between her legs, cleaning her wet vulva, she handed them to Frank. 'There, you can have a reminder of the evening.' Then she pulled on her skirt and blouse, taking a last longing look at his softening penis. Unlocking the door as she quickly left him.

The scent of her pussy invaded his nostrils as he lifted the panties to his nose, inhaling the special smell of Jill's vagina. He would keep them tucked away at the back of a drawer so that he could pleasure himself behind locked doors in the future.

That was the only time Jill saw and handled Frank's cock, though she had, several times, allowed him the liberty of sneaking his hand up her dress to feel her wet pussy whilst standing at his side, taking notes with an unsteady hand. She exchanged freshly soiled knickers for the earlier ones. Jill knew he masturbated into them. She could smell the sperm. Heavenly!

When she left the firm, shortly afterwards, Jill was sorry not to have sampled that magnificent penis again. Frank was on a business trip to America when Jill had her farewell party.

But that's another story.




Sex and the Office Ch. 05



It wasn't meant to have lasted long, but somehow, the party went on longer than expected. Anyway, it was Jill's leaving party, so what the hell! Everyone was enjoying it. The staff had arranged a buffet meal at the local rugby club house. Wine and beer had been consumed in larger quantities than expected. The last few people left in a merry frame of mind. It was getting late, but it was summer and there was still a some light in the clear sky. It was a shame that Jill's boss, Frank, was unable to be with them. He was on a business trip to America and had said his farewells a few days earlier.

Jill and Roger were both breathless, crouching behind his car parked alongside the grass verge in the far corner of the car park. They were both rather inebriated, feeling silly and giggly. As a pointless joke, they were hiding from colleagues they had just left in the clubhouse.

Jill's heart was knocking at her ribs with the exhilaration and the exercise of running across the park, being pulled along hand in hand by Roger. She could hear John's voice behind them. "What happened to Roger and Jill? They were with us only a minute ago.'

'His car's still there. They must still be in the building.' That was Trisha's voice Jill could hear. She giggled, feeling hot and still panting a bit.

'Probably in the loo. Oh, come on! Let's go.'

As Jill heard the sound of a car door opening, she was taken aback by Roger putting an arm round her, reaching over to give her a friendly kiss. After the moment of surprise, she returned the kiss - still giggling - which became rather prolonged. Floating across the car park they could hear calls of 'Goodnight' from the others as their kiss developed into mutual nibbling of lips. Mm - she liked kissing. And Roger was a good kisser, she thought.

When Jill heard a car motor starting up, she put her hand behind Roger's neck to continue the passionate kissing. Wonderful! I'm drunk, but it's great, she thought. It was then that she felt his other hand reach up her blouse to cup her left breast, slightly damp with perspiration. Jill stiffened. Hey, just a minute - but, what the hell. Who cares! She relaxed. Besides, Jill liked having her tits fondled. The kiss became even more eager.

Because it was a warm evening, Jill had not tucked her blouse into her skirt, leaving it hanging loose. To be even more comfortable, she had discarded her bra earlier in the evening. There were no barriers to prevent Roger's snooping hand exploring her contours. Her self-supporting breasts were firm and supple, with outstanding nipples, which had caused something of a sensation in the office earlier in the day.

Jill made no attempt to stop him. Anyway, it was too late. He was already feeling them. Besides, Jill had been flirting with her eyes at him all evening, feeling that tell-tale tug in her belly. Warm and runny! So it was hardly surprising he would try to feel her up. And she enjoyed having her breasts fondled - and by a strange hand, it was all the more exciting. It was a long time since strange fingers had played with her nipples. That wonderful warm feeling in her loins bubbled over in her vulva. Besides, Jill had a sneaking attraction for Roger, who was an outgoing, amusing -- if loud -- person. Well, he was a marketing manager after all. Handsome and thirty-five.

Roger had the self-confidence of a guy with a large cock. Such guys knew they were a bit special. Jill knew about it, because she had been told by Roger's secretary, Pattie. He had a rather special piece of male equipment. Though how Pattie knew, Jill could only guess at. Although feeling slightly guilty, she enjoyed the feel of Roger's roving hand on her breasts, wondering why he had left it so late to try to feel her. After all, this was his last chance!

'What absolutely beautiful breasts,' Roger murmured into her mouth. 'Stunning!'

'That's what you say to all the girls,' she laughed softly.

On this particular evening, Alan was in London on business, leaving Jill with the children for three nights, which was rather a long absence for both of them. Both of them were highly sexed and usually fucked at least once a day. Jill missed her sex badly. When Alan was away, they would speak on the phone for half an hour or so, whispering sexy things to each other, sometimes leading to a mutual masturbating session whilst listening to their grunts and whimpers, encouraging the other to an orgasm. But she still craved cock!

This particular evening, Alan had phoned a little before the baby sitter arrived. She had teased him about his firm's secretaries, since this was the evening of their annual party. There would be food and wine, a little dancing, perhaps, with an odd grope. She wound her husband up by admitting that she would be going to her farewell party wearing very little on such a warm evening - which would almost certainly turn on the men.

'You get them all wound up darling!' he told her.' Then tell me all about it when I get home.'

'I will, darling. Believe me. Must go! Have fun!' And she left the house feeling very sexy.

The other eight men in their party all fancied Jill; she was very attractive, a very slender 5'5" with an elegant deportment and a ready infectious laugh. But the other secretaries were attentive, offering a little amusement. Roger was particularly interested in Jill this evening, sitting beside her. But it was John who could hardly keep his eyes away from the shadow of her nipples pushing against the fabric of the blouse. Roger had pulled his leg about it.

'Hey, John! It's rude to stare - even if they are worth staring at.'

'You men,' Trisha had said. 'All you think about is sex!'

'And why not? It makes the world go round!'

'What would you think if I stared a your crotch openly?'

'Hey! I'd think -- I'll be alright tonight!' was John's retort? They laughed.

'But I have to say, Jill, they do look particularly succulent,' was Roger's whispered opinion.

'I know you'd like to get your hands on them, but just drink your beer and mind your own business,' Pattie told him.

'Chance would be a fine thing.'

Jill threw her head back and laughed, allowing her breasts to push against the fabric of the blouse throwing the nipples into even further relief. Her husband jokingly called them organ stops. During warm weather, when shopping on a Saturday morning, Jill would go without a bra beneath her white cotton blouse, allowing her prominent, dark nipples to stand out against the fabric. Alan encouraged her in doing this, enjoying watching the reaction of the other male shoppers when they noticed her prominent buds.

So this was a deliberate move on Jill's part to tease the men. She enjoyed the feeling of power over them, egging them on by offering them a glimpse of her feminine charms. John managed to move casually behind Jill's seat so that he could glance down the top of her blouse in the hope of catching sight of more of those tantalizing swellings.

But Jill knew what John was up to, laughing even more, twisting her head round to look at Pattie, knowing that her blouse would stretch open sufficiently for her right nipple to be visible to John, looking over her shoulder. The thought of him getting a thrill from looking at her nipple gave her a kick. His erection would be pressing against his flies. She couldn't resist turning for a quick look. Yes! Very stiff! She laughed up at him.

Pattie couldn't compete with Jill in the breast department, but she was equally sexy. She quite fancied Roger herself, having recently enjoyed a mutual encounter with him - though it was confined to hands only. Having allowed him to fondle her bottom and press her breasts, whilst kissing, Pattie had fingered the shape of Rogers erect cock in his trousers, feeling it twitch. She was impressed; curious to have a closer inspection sometime.

All the men fancied Jill; but then they fancied all the secretaries really. Given the chance, they would willingly fuck with any of them. And, if the truth were known, all the secretaries fancied the men - Pattie had pressed the stiffness of several of them all at one time or another. For a laugh of course. Though she was aware of several casual sexual encounters between some of the staff.

When the bar was due to close, all except Roger and Jill disappeared into the toilets, leaving them alone.

'Come on,' he suddenly took Jill's hand. 'Let's run off and hide from them.'

Rather than ask why, Jill said nothing, but ran down the corridor silently with him, breasts bouncing, and out of the front door. They sprinted across the car park to Roger's Rover, ducking down behind it, trying to stifle the giggling. Jill, out of breath, panting heavily, peered round the front bonnet.

'Shh!' she hissed. 'They're coming!'

And to Jill's surprise, Roger had taken advantage of the situation to feel her breasts and kiss her on the mouth. Which of course, had been his plan all along. Seeing her nipples straining against her blouse, had determined him to get his hands on them, use the opportunity whilst Alan was away. Roger suspected that Jill was inviting him to fondle them. And now he had! It was all much easier than he had anticipated. They were everything he had expected. Soft and firm with large hard nipples. Gorgeous!

Although Jill gave a little gasp of surprise, she hadn't try to stop him. Very encouraging.

'Stunning!' he repeated, exploring their texture and firmness.

'Yes, well. Now you've had your feel, shouldn't we be going?' But Jill made no move to stand up. She was enjoying the caresses too much and was, in fact, speculating on the state of Roger's cock. Pattie had confided being impressed by its quality. Jill wondered whether this was her chance to discover for herself. She'd had enough to drink to abandon any false modesty. Besides, if Roger could feel her boobs, she could feel his cock. Only fair. It wouldn't take long. A quick feel, that's all.

"What's the hurry? Roger was whispering. 'Alan's away and Janet's at her Mother's. We have all night.' Roger had no intention of letting this opportunity go by without making full use of his advantage and enjoy feeling Jill's softest centers.

Whilst considering her response, still squatting on her heels, enjoying having her neck and earlobes nibbled, Jill never considered how vulnerable her vulva was. Beneath the wide wrap-round skirt, she was wearing only loose silk French knickers. Jill liked to wear expensive, attractive underwear against her loins. But these did little to protect her genitals against invasion. And invaded they were.

Roger's other hand slid quickly under her skirt from behind, over her taught buttocks to cup Jill's soft hair-covered secret entrance in his palm. He had reasoned that she had not repulsed his exploration of her breasts, so it was worth trying to get into her silk knickers. Before Jill could prevent it, the thick, well-endowed vulva with its fleshy inner lips, nestled into his palm, spreading its honey, enjoying the attention.

Jill's aroused vulva was well covered with a mat of copper-colored curls, spreading into her inner thighs and peaking to her belly button. Its over-generous succulent inner lips hung low from the clitoral hood, flanking the trickling vaginal opening.

'You bugger!' she scolded, wriggling, but without dislodging his hand. 'That bit's private. Well, apart from Alan, of course.'

'What? Such a marvelous piece of woman you have there -- so luscious and soft -- so wonderful - and you want to keep it private? Shame on you!'

'You have Janet's to play with.'

'Yes, but yours is so attractive, so different.'

'Maybe! But you'd find any woman's pussy attractive.'

'Besides, yours is ready, willing and able. It's soaking.'

'What do you expect? It's being stimulated. Anyway, it usually is. I'm permanently wet. So stop it!' But she didn't mean it, and Roger knew she was only going through the polite remonstrations. He pressed her down with his other hand as he started to fondle the soft, plump vulva, swollen with desire, his fingers pressing up against her erect clitoris. Jill was very, very sexy. Very, very receptive.

Oh shit! she thought. 'Stop it, Roger!' Jill protested in a loud whisper, toppling over sideways in the struggle. Roger leaned over her, his hand still clutching her most vulnerable part.

'Can't I share it. Just for tonight? Can I have Alan's share?'

'No!' But Jill was sorely tempted, unable to prevent his prying fingers from exploring her generous labia, feeling their fleshy folds, getting her very horny.

'Besides, it's not fair on Alan or Janet.' Jill was surprised by the hoarse nature of her voice. She was clearly confused by her eagerness. She was torn between her desire to be faithful to Alan and her desire to enjoy the sensation between her legs, of being felt and caressed.

'They won't know, will they? And I can tell you're ready share its secrets.'

What the hell, Jill thought. What's a touch between friends? Besides, it feels so good. She sighed. After all, it's what she was had been wanting ever since she spoke on the phone earlier with her husband. Though with Alan, rather than some other man. Roger had been provocative during the party, whispering how she turned him on -- how gorgeous she looked -- how soft her skin. Generally chatting her up when the others weren't around.

So, she had spent the whole evening during the party on the edge of stimulating thoughts, eager for Alan to get home and screw her hard. And here she was, being felt up by his friend instead. And enjoying it. Oh hell!

'We shouldn't really,' she said thickly. But without conviction. The teasing fingers, now playing with her stiff clitoris, causing her loins to jerk and squirm, were in no mood to be refused this attention. She would have to stop him right now, otherwise what was left of her resolve would be gone.

Jill's inner muscles were flexing with anticipation, dilating and contracting the puckered vaginal opening in rhythmic spasms. No. She must go home! Before it went too far. In an attempt to push him from her, Jill put her hand on Roger's thigh, only to find it resting on his hardened cock straining at the leg of his shorts. She paused. Her mouth dried up. Jill hadn't really intended this -- nor expected to contact his cock. Roger would believe, of course, that she'd done it deliberately. But she didn't take it away. It was too interesting.

Jill always had an insatiable fascination for cocks. Having a brother two years her senior, she had been familiar with the essential part of the male anatomy for as long as she could remember. She had often watched him play with it until it grew stiff, not thinking it anything special at the time.

But it wasn't until she had joined the local Gilbert and Sullivan Society that she finally played with a cock herself. One of the older members gave her a lift to rehearsals in his car and, when she got to know him better, he promised he would get her a solo part in the next show if she was good to him. Being good, she found, meant pushing her hand into his trousers and playing with his erect penis, which was usually already stiff with anticipation, rubbing it up and down until it ejaculated in her hand.

After overcoming her nervousness, she did as he asked. This was the very first cock she had felt; her first experience of sperm, which she found strangely exciting. She began to enjoy playing with it, tossing it off. Though not getting the part in the show her promised, Jill did get an appetite for cock. She was rather surprised that she had waited so long to sample one. She would soon be nineteen - but she would catch up!

There had been many cocks since those days. It had been with some surprise, and absolute delight that Jill discovered that each cock was different from the rest. Since her first real fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery for her. 

So, when Jill first agreed to have a pub lunch with Alan, she thought he would drive her onto the moors for kisses and caresses, expecting her to play with his penis and he to feel her pussy. But that was not the case. He never touched her. They just chatted, getting to know each other until time for him to go to a meeting. She was disappointed of course.

It was on their second date that he slid his hand into her blouse during a prolonged kiss. His fingers touched her skin with a soft delicacy, making her shiver with excitement, raising goose pimples on her arms. Exhilarating! As they kissed, the smell of his skin excited her curiosity about his body. She wanted him naked in her arms. But no!

Most men couldn't wait to scoop a woman's breast into their hand, rubbing it as if trying to polish it. But Alan kept her waiting before reaching inside her blouse with sensitive fingers. With their sensitive tips, they traced the contours of the breast, exploring, touching her nipples gently, sending rippling waves of delight through her whilst bringing the teat to its swollen hardness.

So delicate was the touch that the rippling current she felt reached her clitoris, triggering a mild orgasm. Her vagina was flooding! But that was all he ventured on that second date. She was beginning to wonder if he didn't find her attractive, after all. Perhaps he was just a breast man.

On the third lunch date, as they started their kissing, Alan had lingered rather longer in fondling her breasts, bringing her to a peak of anticipation. Jill inhaled his fragrance with joy. When his other hand reached up the hem of her dress, she sighed with relief. At last! I'm going to be felt properly, she thought. The fingertips stroked her inner thigh as lightly as a feather, gradually reaching the gusset of her knickers, teasing the silky-soft hair surrounding the vulva. She thrilled with anticipation. This was it! Jill was wearing her favorite silk open-leg knickers, offering free access to what was within, so that Alan's fingers had no obstacle to reaching Jill's soft labia. So very wet.

Jill was over the moon! Lost in sexual exhilaration. She murmured with pleasure as she wriggled her loins.

'At last!' she whispered to him, 'I was beginning to wonder if you would ever want to feel me properly. What was the delay?'

'It is so much more thrilling if you have to wait a while. I didn't want to rush you. Make you think that's all I want from you.'

'Well, it probably is. It's all I want from you right now!'

'Good! You have a lovely body!'

'God! You had me begging for it.' And she gasped with the thrill of his touch.

'You're wearing the right underwear -- feeler friendly!'

'Are you complaining?' she muttered, her lips pecking at his. 'Come on. Feel me good!'

Reaching her face to his, Jill sought his lips to press her tongue into his mouth, as her fingers grappled with the zip of his trousers, eager to release what she most desperate for. Her fingers slid into his underwear to search for his stiff cock. There it was. Wonderful. Thick and stiff. Whilst Alan's fingers examined her labia and vagina, Jill pried his cock from the confines of his trousers. She curled her hand round the girth. Mmm. Lovely! Straight and thick. Smooth skin, velvet to the touch. Loose foreskin.

Returning the kiss, Alan's fingers explored the most secret center of Jill's body, fingering every crevice, every fold of warm flesh, discovering the delights of her entire vulva, to her utter ecstasy. Fabulous! She would hold off her orgasm as long as she could, to wallow in the sensuousness of having her vulva fondled and explored.

Where they were parked did not allow Alan the pleasure of mounting the willing Jill -- of penetrating her eager entrance. That would have to wait for another time. They had to make do with manual manipulation until Jill could no longer withhold the blast off of her orgasm. It came from deep within her, erupting like a volcanic eruption!




Sex and the Office Ch. 05



Of the men Jill had allowed to feel her, she found that Alan was the only one who really knew how to give her a satisfactory orgasm without her help. A subtle mixture of fingering the labia, reaching fingers into the vaginal folds, and stimulating the clitoris by small circular motions, varying the rhythm, increasing the pressure and urgency at just the right time. Building up tensions on top of tensions. He brought her off magnificently that first time -- the first of many.

Before being taken back to her work, Jill watched as her jerking hand brought Alan's cock to an exploding ejaculation into her handkerchief. She knew there and then that this was to be the only cock she wanted for the rest of her life. It was her idol!

But she reckoned without the one she was about to feel. Roger's was so full of promise. A wonderful specimen. It would be a good thing to recall as she played with herself in bed that night. Besides, she hadn't felt another cock since she took up with Alan, all those years ago.

Lying sideways on the grass, knees up to her chest, all her resolve vanished. Her only thought was getting her hand on this hard cock. Reaching up the leg of Roger's shorts, she had searched for the stiff shaft she had already sampled from the outside. When her hand encountered the puckered end of the penis, filled to the brim with his juices, she decided that she must have time to examine this wonderful piece of manhood, designed for women's delight.

Rolling over to face him, Jill pushed Roger on to his back and, kneeling beside him, quickly unclasped the waistband, unzipping the shorts. Leaning on one elbow, Roger's right hand renewed its contact with Jill's delicious labia, encouraging the flow of more personal honey, whilst his lips fastened onto her right nipple.

But Jill's interest was fixed on the mighty cock that came into view in the dusk of the evening. She gasped with delight. It was bursting at full stretch, a good seven or eight inches long with a pronounced sideways bend. She held it lightly with both hands, stroking it, marveling at its sheer arrogance and craggy beauty. No wonder Roger had lots of self-confidence. Here it was, in his shorts! So different from Alan's straight, smooth elegance.

Roger was certainly proud of his cock. He shared it out around with as many women as possible! And none of them had complained about the quality. Apart from his wife, Janet, he had a very randy mistress whom he regularly shared with a friend in boisterous threesomes. His biggest boast was that could fuck and ejaculate three times without stopping or losing his erection. And it was no empty boast!

The cock swelled out in mid-shaft, tapering to a point at the head. Heavily pronounced veins scattered across the surface, making it a rugged-looking piece of hard muscle, though the rim of the glans itself was not very pronounced, nor was it a particularly large head. Thinking back, as she studied it, Jill remembered having only once seen a similar shaped penis.

'Let's fuck.' Roger urged. 'It's want we both want.'

'No! Mustn't,' she muttered thickly, concentrating on jerking his cock, rolling her tongue over the head. Much as she was desperate to fuck with Roger, she really should retain some degree of loyalty to Alan. But she kissed this cock, and ran her tongue along its length. Special! Awesome!

Roger's manipulation of her genitals, the clitoris in particular, was giving Jill some thrilling feelings. But she knew she must bring him off to avoid him forcing himself onto her. They were both growling with unbridled lust. As she felt the jerking and fluttering in his groin, Roger twisted himself round whilst lifting her right leg over him to place his head between her thighs.

'Come on, lover,' she muttered, 'let's see you spurt. I love to watch those jets of sperm shooting out. Give it to me.'

As Jill jerked his cock with enthusiasm, watching every twitch, Roger took the generous drooping labia between his lips, chewing on them eagerly, slipping his tongue into the wet passage, whilst rubbing his nose against the dilated clitoris. Jill's manipulation of his cock was beginning to bring him to the boil. He felt the familiar stirring in his loins, dragging at his groin, clenching in spasms, preparing for the final push. Then it came! Whoosh!

Jill was on cloud nine. Delicious feelings flickered through her whole belly, muscles beginning to tighten. She was aware of Roger's agitation, twitching buttocks, jerking against her mouth. But the growing commotion in her body was swamping the conscious mind. A violent heave sent a jet of sperm into Jill's hair. After watching the second and third, she put her mouth over the end, filling her mouth with sperm -- then another, and another.

As she swallowed the delicious musky juices, Jill fell backwards, thighs trembling, to enjoy the tumult swirling through her entire being. Great waves of lust and desire swamped her completely. With insistent crawling fingers, she grappled her clitoris urgently to bring the agony to a sweet end. Every single orgasm came to her as a surprise, a new experience. Nothing else in the world matter to her when she reached this stage. Then the swell crashed over her, the delightful spray of release as she moaned and groaned her despair and delight. She was oblivious to everything except that supreme feeling of rapture.

As Jill slowly recovered from her delirium, returning to reality, she realized that she was being fucked! The delicious feel of long hard strokes was filling her soft vagina. Roger had taken advantage of her defenseless moment of orgasm to slide that beautiful monster into her secret passage. Alan's own private refuge. Private that is, until now!

'Oh, shit! Roger! No!' she cried, stifling the shout. She tried to squirm from under him, but he was holding her down by the shoulders, pounding into her, long and deep. Much as she wanted fucking, she had to resist for Alan's sake.

'Darling! You're wonderful! I could fuck you all night.' He grunted.

'Well, you can't' she responded. 'The stewards will be locking up soon and coming to get their cars. Just let me go.'

But the supreme feeling of well being she always had when being fucked overcame her willpower to resist. And the distinct bend in Roger's cock reached parts of her vaginal folds never reached before! It was different. It was marvelous. Oh, she loved being fucked! Ecstatic! Jill was at her happiest when a stiff cock was filling her vagina, fucking, fucking, fucking! She felt alive - happy and content to allow the intruder to stroke her inner folds.

What the hell! Having been without Alan for three days, she was desperate for cock. It had become like a drug to her - her body craved it all the time, it seemed. She just had to give in to it. At least, she'd put up a token of resistance. But now her lust was being fed, she wrapped her arms round Roger's waist to help draw him in to the limit. She was ecstatic with delight, with this large cock inside her willing vagina. It was a new thrill for her. If it was inevitable, she would make sure she was thoroughly penetrated!

For Roger, his first ejaculation into Jill's mouth, had left his penis still as hard as steel. He was ready to continue. A second orgasm was called for straight away. So, as Jill writhed, preoccupied with her own orgasmic release, falling backwards in the exhilaration of it all, Roger quickly straddled her and aimed his fanny-ready cock into the waiting, dilated vagina. After a brief pause at the entrance to her goddess-like vagina to treasure the moment of victory, he slid his cock slowly and purposefully into her, up to the hilt. Then he began to shaft her quickly and powerfully. Roger had achieved his ambition -- he was fucking Jill! The beautiful, delectable Jill! He was jubilant!

And so was Jill! She hinged her thighs as wide apart as she could, to allow deepest penetration of that superb shaft. Now that he was screwing her, for the first and last time, she might as well get the most enjoyment out of it. Jill was floating in a cloud of ecstasy. Her whole body was aflame with lust. This was out of this world! Wonderful, wonderful cock!

Keeping up the steady rhythm, Roger screwed vigorously until he felt his muscles begin to contract once again, before bursting open the sluice gate to lubricate Jill's vagina with his juices. Jill's growing muscular tautness came to a gripping climax, joining him in a rare simultaneous orgasm. Both fell into each other's joyful arms. Unbelievable ecstacy!

Oh shit! I must get home, Jill thought. The baby sitter will wonder where I am. Phew! But she was reluctant to leave that extraordinary penis. Still stiff as ever. She drove off without another word to Roger. Well, what was there to say?

On arriving home shortly after, after thanking the baby-sitter and paying her off, Jill noticed stains of sperm on her blouse. Oh my god! I hope Fiona didn't notice! Oh well, it can't be helped even if she did. Feeling between her thighs, she felt Roger's sperm still seeping from her vagina. She staggered to her bedroom, slid between the sheets and went to sleep with a smile on her face, her hand cupping her vulva, conscious of the slight soreness there.

During their foreplay the next evening, whilst caressing his body and kissing, whispering in his ear, stroking his penis, Jill asked Alan to tell her about his previous evening's sexual escapade. It was a common ritual they often played. Each would recount a sexual episode of such a nature and in such detail, that the other could never be quite sure whether it was a fantasy or an account of a real event. Either way, it helped to keep them on the boil. This was, in fact, how Jill had 'confessed' her episode with her ex-boss, Frank's cock, and the young man in the park, amongst more fictional events.

Encouraged to tell all, Alan described to Jill how one of the young secretaries had drunk rather too much for her to drive home. So, brushing aside her wish to sleep it off in the car park, he insisted that she shared his twin bedroom apartment. Having helped in stripping off her clothes, he laid the compliant young woman on the bed and kissed her goodnight.

In the middle of the night, however, he'd awoke and realized that there was a soft young woman in the next bed. Slipping from his own, Alan could not resist joining her in her bed. He stroked her all over, her small pliant breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks, sucked her small tender nipples, gently felt her oozing vulva, and stimulated her clitoris, ending up screwing her hard. As she matched his thrusts, begging for more, she moaned and groaned her way to a stifled, but otherwise noisy orgasm. Eventually he quickly withdrew his cock, spurting into her downy pubic hair. But she still wanted more and they spent the next two hours in an orgy of oral lust and brutal fucking. He came three times, he boasted!

Jill laughed! 'Pull the other one,' she said, not believing a word, but enjoying the stimulation of her body and mind. So, as Alan presented his erect cock to her fuck-ready vagina, Jill whispered to Alan the graphic details of her sexual encounter with Roger in the car park, describing in great detail his cock, his energetic fucking. As Alan slid easily into that superb vagina, he would never know whether she spoke the truth or not -- and Jill would be happy that she had truly confessed to her husband her wickedness and her unfaithfulness and found forgiveness. The effect as she described Roger's cock was to cause Alan to thrust even more vigorously. Of course, he didn't believe a word of it! But the image of Roger shagging his gorgeous wife, spurred him on to even more vehement action between Jill's wide-spread legs.

She had already enjoyed two mild orgasms in response to Alan's manipulation and whispered description of his previous evening's encounter. Orgasms she was unable to control. But when his cock nudged the opening of her secret passage, she gasped with delight. Lifting her legs high and wide, Alan was afforded a full view of her genitals as his cock slid between the soft lips. Recounting her adventure with Roger, now filled her memory with erotic images as she whispered the story to Alan.

The combination of being fucked with the memory of the previous evening, stirred her loins to greater heights of expectation. The relentless fluttering in her belly started to reach a climax as she whispered the description of Roger's fucking. Her loins tightened. Muscles flexed. Hips lurched. Oh yes. She was ready to come. Whimpering. Her mind filled with images of cock - Roger's cock - erupting. A stream of sperm spat from it, flooding over her face. Yes! Yes! Yes. Yes! Oh god! She cried out as the orgasms erupted from deep inside. It shook her entire body. Her mouth was full of ejaculating cock. She was crying out in ecstatic agony. More. More. More! Back arching. Hips lunging. Oh jeez! Shaking! Shaking! So very wonderful!

Whoosh! Oh yes!

When she returned to the present, the cock in her mouth turned out to be Alan kissing her passionately. His tongue inside her mouth. His discharged penis deep inside her vagina. She knew she loved him very deeply. He understood her needs - and satisfied them. She was a lucky lady. But her indiscretion with Roger had been brought on by feeling horny, fueled by the warmth and a generous amount of wine. She didn't regret it, but it wouldn't happen again.



Sex and the Office Ch. 06



SEX AND THE OFFICE - AUDREY

I first knew Colin when I became his secretary. I was just gone eighteen at the time. He was a very thoughtful and kind boss. Always ready for a good laugh. It took some months before he made a pass at me. It was when we were coming back from a firm's night out in York. We shared a car with two other members of staff.

We'd had a few drinks and, on the way back, three of us were sat in the back. There was Colin and David with me in the middle. Honestly, there were hands everywhere! One of them kissing me, trying to get his hand into my blouse, whilst the other had his hand up my skirt. It was like being with an octopus.

We eventually dropped David off at his home and Colin had me to himself. He started kissing me passionately, managing to get a hand into my bra to fondle one of my breasts. I didn't object too strongly. Then, he took hold of my hand and placed it on his erection - which was still inside his trousers - and rubbed it. I was being encouraged to unzip his fly, trying to get me to take a hold of him but he flooded his underpants before he could release it! It was a sticky mess.

After dropping him off, David, the driver, joined me on the back seat. He said he'd been watching us through the driving mirror which made him horny. He wanted his grope and kiss. In fact he wanted a lot more. They were all a randy lot in that office.

I struggled with him and managed to bring him off all over the car seat before he could get between my thighs. He was a bit cross, but it served him right. And my skirt didn't escape the deluge, either. Fortunately my mother had gone to bed, so I managed to sponge it off before it dried.

I wasn't a stranger to the penis. I had a boy-friend and had, in fact, become engaged to him on my eighteenth birthday. He was the first man in my life and I was resigned to becoming his wife. No doubt he would end up a bank manager and we would live in a detached house on the edge of town. A perfectly respectable couple, with two children at grammar school.

We would often drive up onto the moors on an evening for petting and kisses, bringing each other off. But there was never anything adventurous about it, and James was content to wait for the honeymoon before full penetration. He would have been furious if he knew what I got up to with other men! Well, he'd have left me. wouldn't he?

After that episode in the car, Colin frequently flattered me, hinting at how much he wanted to make love to me and all that sort of thing. He occasionally kissed me and held my hands when the opportunity arose. But he never tried to feel me up. It was a bit disappointing in a way, but I must admit that I enjoyed the attention I was getting. So I always took care to look my best for him.

It was a month or two later when Colin and Arthur, his number two in the department, had to arrange an exhibition in Earls Court, which meant going to London on a Sunday morning. I was very happy to go with them for a few days to help man the stand. It was arranged that I would come home on the Thursday. We flew to Heathrow with Colin whispering words of love in my ear most of the way. It was very romantic bearing in mind that that was the first time I had ever flown. He had a way of making you feel very feminine and the most important woman in his life.

We took a taxi all the way from the airport to the hotel, dropped off our luggage, before going on the Earls Court. After we had set out the exhibition stall with the contractors, we got back to the hotel feeling soiled and tired. I had a hot bath and changed for dinner, making sure I was smelling sweet.

After the meal with bottles of wine, we returned to Colin's room where he had a supply of whisky and brandy. The two men went through the following day's programme, followed by a few jokes, before Arthur announced he was having an early night and left us. Thinking back, I believe that was pre-arranged between them. It was only just after nine o'clock. Colin refilled our glasses, chatting about nothing in particular. He turned out the center light, leaving only the bedside lamp glowing.

We sat on the side of his bed quietly sipping brandies, mine laced with dry ginger, his with soda. I had already decided I would let him kiss and caress me. I was feeling worked up and waiting for him to take me in his arms. My body was in a state of exciting anticipation. The wine and other drinks might have had something to do with it! I was certainly feeling tipsy. Even so, I had no intention of letting him have full intercourse with me though. Going the whole hog, as we used to say, even though my belly was churning.

But that's just what did happen! He began casually enough, putting his arm round my shoulder, kissing me softly. Oh, so softly and lingeringly. It was lovely. I was purring. Then he put his drink on the bed-side table before gathering me up in his arms to kiss me again. This time properly. His tongue prized my lips open and roamed all round my mouth, exploring inside it. I'd never been kissed like that before. It was breath-taking.

And all the time he was kissing me, his hands were roaming gently over my neck and breasts. I didn't care! I didn't try to stop him. I was enjoying the French kiss. That's what it was called. When his hand slipped beneath the neckline of my blouse, under the strap. I was a bit uneasy but did nothing to stop him. With a glass of brandy in one hand that would have been difficult. I held my breath.

Then I gasped as his hand strayed over my breast, his fingers finding the swollen nipple. He teased it, playing with it between his thumb and index finger. It had already stiffened. I felt the tremble in my belly. Urgent desire was building up in my loins. I could feel the wet heat inside me, almost bubbling over. I think he must have felt my trembles as well. He came up for air, took my drink from me to put it on the bed-side table.

Then, he calmly unbuttoned my blouse.

My mouth went dry as I realized he was going to expose my breasts. I just watched him through half closed lids as he reached behind my back, expertly unhooking the bra. The blouse and bra were slipped from my shoulders. And there I was. Naked from the waist up, sitting on his bed, leaning back on my arms. He just sat there at the side of me, gazing at them. Taking in every contour, studying the nipples. Not even my boyfriend had seen my naked breasts.

I felt wanton and flushed, partly with embarrassment and partly with excitement. There's a strange feeling of power having your body admired - desired. I have nice tits. Not too small, but firm. I felt like a lady-of-the-world, so I pretended a nonchalance I certainly wasn't feeling. His eyes were glued to my nipples, gazing at one then at the other. The palms of his hands reached under each of them to lift them slightly as though testing their weight. The nipples were jutting out and the areolae were puffed and swollen. I couldn't remember having seem them quite so inflated before. I was secretly proud of them for being so swollen. I even managed to push them forward slightly, to accentuate their size.

'Beautiful!' he whispered. 'Wonderful!'

He leaned forward to fasten his mouth on the nipple of the left breast. I closed my eyes, partly in embarrassment and partly in rapture, leaning backwards, propped up on my elbows, pushing my tits at him. I love having my breasts sucked. It's sheer heaven! After kissing both nipples, Colin gently pressed me down onto the bed, with my bottom perched over the edge. He spent ages kissing my face, my mouth, my ears, my neck. All the time stroking my breasts, exploring them, squeezing them tenderly, teasing the hard nipples.

Colin paid a lot of attention to my tits as he casually unfastened the waistband of my skirt. He slid the skirt over my hips, together with the underskirt, then over my knees to the ankles so that only my skimpy panties remained. When the skirts had dropped to the floor, Colin lifted one of my feet out of the tangle, parting the knees.

I felt so pleased to be showing off my naked body. It was so exhilarating. I was eager for him to remove the pants; to look at my sex - my fanny. I wanted to excite him - inflame him. I've never felt that wat before, believe me. But right now, all I wanted to to show him everything I had to offer.

No one had ever seen it before, certainly since I reached womanhood. Colin caressed my flat belly as he kissed my breasts. By this time I was really worked up. Not impatient, but in a delirium of elation, enjoying the sensuous stroking and kissing. My head in a whirl. I reached down as casually as I could to take hold of his stiffened penis.

Gosh! My heart nearly stopped beating as I felt his hard rod for the first time. It was much thicker than James's. And as hard as steel. I had always supposed men's willies to be the same. I don't know why. I just assumed that one penis was the same as another. But this was certainly much bigger in every way. I later learned that it was my boy-friend's which was on the small size, though Colin's was certainly on the high side of average.

Anyway, with a dry mouth, I explored it gingerly, squeezing it between fingers, easing back the foreskin. I was trying to appear as casual as I could, as though handling men's pricks was an everyday occurrence. He was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Praising my beauty, my gorgeous breasts. Telling me how much he wanted me. What a stunning girl I was. You know the sort of thing. 

Of course, I fell for it all. I was only eighteen at the time. And I was anxious for him to think I was experienced and sophisticated. In any case, I wasn't really listening. I was concentrating on exploring all his sexy parts on the one hand, and lapping up his kisses and caresses on the other. It never crossed my mind that I was being unfaithful to my boyfriend. I never felt a pang of guilt for my behaviour. He could never make love like this!

Then, at last, I felt his thumbs hook into the elastic of my panties. They were peeled over my hips, down my thighs and legs, ending up on the floor. His hand stroked the inside of my thighs, each stroke slowly moving upwards until the pads of his fingers finally reached the warmth, feeling the sensitive lips, now slippery with juices. My heart missed a beat, as he touched my sensitive button. Loins flexed instinctively; a little thrilling lurch, willing him to enter me with his fingers. I wanted to feel him explore my fanny.

Encouraged by this, still kissing me passionately with his tongue, Colin's fingers probed softly between the lips, lingering in each of the slick folds, exploring their texture, thumb flicking over my hard clitoris. This was getting me worked up to fever pitch. I was steeped in a kind of sensuous stupor. His tongue was snaking all over me now. Hands and fingers were playing havoc with my inflamed body, ravenous for sex. It was so thrilling - exciting. I was drunk with ecstasy.

Then, out of the blue, he quietly asked me if I was virgin. I lied and said no. I'd already broken my maidenhead due to a mishap with a candle when I was younger but no man had ever entered me. Hadn't even seen me down there. Colin was the first. I was desperate for him, willing him to look at my body; my secrets. But I was a bit anxious, in case he found it a disappointment when compared with all his other girlfriends. I wanted him to think I was experienced and sophisticated.

He was pressing his thick penis into my palm with little jerks. His trousers were already in a tumbled heap on the floor. Throwing one leg across my belly, he leaned on his arms pinning mine to the bed. More kisses as he wriggled on top of me, knees pushing my thighs apart.

Oh my God! My apprehension grew. Although excited beyond endurance, I was getting nervous and uncertain. This was not what I had intended. My God! I suddenly came out of my reverie. I might get pregnant. He wasn't wearing a condom. I wasn't on the pill. Perhaps I should push him away and call a halt. Oh no! I couldn't. Colin was pressing hard on my arms. I couldn't move. I was powerless - or so I thought. I wanted to be!

But, even whilst these thoughts were flashing through my head, I felt his cock prodding into me. Searching for the secret entrance. The center of my me. Rubbing against my little button and nudging its head between wet lips. He was kissing me lightly, nibbling and biting my lips with his. Even though I was aroused to a peak of desire, I pretended to struggle, wriggling my groin against the head of his prick.

I was groaning with impatience, frantic to feel it inside. In spite of not wanting to be fucked, I just couldn't stop now. No way! It was too late. I'd passed the point of no return. I was as desperate for him as he was for me.

Then, suddenly, it was inside me! My mouth went dry.

So easy! I caught my breath sharply as it slid in, slowly and smoothly. All in slow motion, I felt this thickness invading my fanny. The entry was so easy. Folds of warm flesh parted and stretched to accommodate the first cock to enter into my shrine. Awesome!

I'd lost my virginity. The feeling was absolutely wondrous. Being stretched and filled. Deeper into the soft, slippery tightness. Deeper! Then he began sliding his cock out. Just as I thought he was going to withdraw it altogether, he thrust it in deep again. Then again. And again. Very slowly at first, thudding into my very center. It was so tantalising. Breathtaking. Then he started to fuck me a bit faster. I felt it rasping against my clitoris as it plunged in and out.

Suddenly he stopped and paused, the hardness deep inside me. Up to the hilt. I watched him through half-closed eyes. He was concentrating on the luxury of his conquest. I was his slave. The sensation of my warm pliant flesh clutching his penis was a triumph for him. Then he started again. Slowly and rhythmically, picking up speed.

He went on like this, starting and stopping, slow and then fast, pausing with it fully embedded, relishing the victory. He took his time. Nothing was hurried. Every stroke was a separate experience to be indulged in; to be cherished. Fingers joined the cock at my fanny, rolling the clitoris.

Eventually, my whole body seemed to spread out like a great swell of the sea, liquid and awash with lechery. The sensation turned into a huge wave. I was on the crest, being carried along, rolling and dipping on a peak of bubbling excitement. It got faster and faster, wilder and wilder, until I tumbled breathless into the huge surge. Spray was everywhere, swamping over me and swilling into every part of my body in a fantastic release of tension. I was moaning and whimpering loudly in his ear, begging for more. My groin jerking up against his, legs as wide as I could stretch them. His awesome stiff cock drilling relentlessly into the centre of my fanny.

It was the most wonderful orgasm I'd ever had. I never knew it could be such an incredible sensation. Wave after wave of rapture swamping me. I realized at that moment that I must have a lot more of this and often. It was like a drug. And if I got pregnant ... well! Sod it!

Colin was still ramming his cock into me pretty hard. Then, with a grunt, he yanked himself out, pressing the shaft hard against my belly. His loins jerked heavily, again and again. With each jerk I felt a warm gush between our bellies. He went on thrusting his groin at me, grunting as he spurted several spouts of hot liquid into my bush of hair. After he subsided, he slipped it back into me. But I panicked and pushed him off.

He didn't object or try to force me. He just rolled off, reached for a paper hanky to clean me up. He took his time over it, planting little kisses on my belly, my nipples, and even my clitoris.

I couldn't speak. My brain was numb. I had given him my virginity and, now that it was over, I wasn't sure if it had been a good idea after all. Now that the peak of excitement had passed, I was beginning to have doubts. But my body did feel wonderful. Fulfilled and happy. He kissed me all over again before sitting up.

'Let's finish our drinks,' he suggested. I sat up, smiled at him weakly and took the glass. I didn't know what to say. He was sat in shirt tails and socks. I was stark naked. It wasn't fair!

'Will you take your clothes off?' I asked.

I watched whilst he removed his shirt, his eyes twinkling at me.

'That seemed like a good orgasm.'

I gulped my drink and nodded. He knelt facing me on the bed. For the first time I took a good look at his cock. It had started to soften a little but was still thick and sticky. It fascinated me that such a tube of flesh could become so hard and give so much pleasure. I touched it gingerly. He leant over me to kiss me with great tenderness, whilst softly kneading one of my breasts.

'Go on,' he said. 'Take a good look at it. Play with it! After all, it's a lady's toy. In fact, it's the only toy women never tire of playing with. You've seen plenty before, no doubt.'

'Of course,' I lied. 'But they're all different, aren't they.'

This was the first naked man I'd ever seen, with his semi-soft penis resting on his wrinkled testicles, almost hidden in a deep tangle of curls. I reached out and started to toy with it, fingering the foreskin, testing the girth of its head. I watched fascinated as it began to fill out again. Thicken and lengthen. It jerked as each heart beat re-filled it. It hoisted itself up from the nest of hair, pulsing and swelling until, fully grown again, it pressed against the hairy curls on his belly.

I was totally rapt by it. It was a revelation. A handsome column of pale flesh; warm and proud. Such an arrogant thing. I fondled it, squeezed it, weighed the low-hanging testicles and examined the genitals for some minutes whilst he stroked and fondled my heaving breasts.

'Let me see yours,' he said. He parted my thighs and swung over my body, one knee on either side of my head.

I swallowed hard as I opened my thighs wide, displaying my secret, tousled opening to his scrutiny. I hope he wouldn't be disappointed. I don't shave, but keep the hair trimmed. It's not very thick either. My labia are fairly big - certainly can't be contained inside the outer lips. They are the usual wrinkled folds of brownish colored flesh. The clitoris is normal, I guess. Whatever a normal clitoris is! But it works fine!

Tony gasped. 'Beautiful,' he whispered softly to himself. His fingers eased the folds open, to show the puckered pink gateway to my mystical paradise. The small inflated button throbbed under his gaze. I was never short of juices, but on this occasion, they seeped copiously from the ravished orifice, gathering in a small pool below it.

Colin's testicles were dangling over my eyes. I was examining them closely when, without any warning, I felt a light kiss, not much more than a breath of air, on my clitoris. I stiffened. I wondered what on earth he was doing. I had never even heard of oral sex, never thought about it. Then he was kissing and licking my fanny, his arms pinning my thighs open. After a moment of distaste and panic, I realised that it felt nice. In fact, wonderful!

My boy-friend had never shown any interest in my genitals apart from fingering them. He had never shown much interest in examining them. Colin's tongue was now playing havoc with my emotions. I relaxed, realising that he could do anything he wanted to me. I was his willing slave, all right. Then it hit me! With a shock, I knew I had fallen head over heels in love with him.

That first night he sucked me for ages, and fucked me three times, every one leading to a shattering orgasm, before I finally slipped exhausted into my own room. I couldn't sleep. I was panicking about the possibility of being pregnant. But, I was overwhelmed with love for Colin. It was turned two o'clock when I finally got back to my room just across the corridor. I had been well and truly introduced to the pleasures of the flesh.




Sex and the Office Ch. 06



It was a revelation. I was hooked. I cautiously felt my violated fanny with care, concerned to see whether there was any change in it, teasing myself into a gentle orgasm, before eventually crying myself to sleep.

At half past seven the next morning, the maid came in with a tray of tea. No sooner had she left than there was a tap on the door. I opened it a crack and there was Colin in his dressing gown. He slipped quickly into my room and we fell on the bed together. We tore each other's dressing gowns off, making love violently and quickly. As we banged away at each other savagely, I told him I loved him. Over and over again.

I cried shamelessly on his shoulder as our bodies grappled together, desperately seeking each other. It wasn't long before my orgasm crashed suddenly into my belly. Unable to contain himself, Colin exploded his sperm over my belly and breasts. We lay exhausted in each other's arms for a while. After he had gone I rubbed his sperm where it had splashed into my breasts until they were quite dry.

The next three nights we made love together for three or four hours together. Colin was insatiable. So was I! We fucked in just about every possible position. He taught me about oral sex and I was an eager pupil though I just couldn't bring myself to let him come in my mouth. He was a wizard at love. A real virtuoso. He had a tremendous appetite for sex.

Colin showed me that I could have multiple orgasms. Something I had not thought possible. And he always made sure I had at least three before he allowed himself to climax. He could hold back nearly for ever. Then he would ejaculate all over me, before drying himself off and starting again. He came three times each night and once again the following morning. Between fucks, he would talk to me about himself and ask questions about my life.

'Goodness! I have nothing much to tell about life. I've only been alive since I met you. You know all about my life since then.'

'You must have had other lovers.'

I was afraid of being caught out having lied about her earlier sexual experience. 'Oh, you don't want to hear about them. They were boring. They only wanted one thing.'

'And who can blame them? It's such a special thing.'

'What about your women, then?' I challenged. 'Your other secretaries?'

'I haven't been to bed with them all.' Colin laughed at the idea. 'If you knew Brenda, the one before you, you'd know why.'

'Why, was she ugly?'

'Not really. Not attractive, but not ugly.'

'In that case, fuck me again. Come here.'

And he climbed on top of me for another long session. On our last night together I slept all night with him, managing snatches of sleep between fucks. I lost count of the fucks we had that night. I was heart broken when I had to go back home. It had been such a fantastic honeymoon. And I was hopelessly in love, but mightily relieved when my period started on time.

He was my lover for three-years. Many times I begged Colin to leave his wife and run away with me. Many times. We never managed to actually sleep together again. But we had a torrid affair, living dangerously. We snatched quick fucks during lunch hours and spent a couple of hours most Saturday mornings in Colin's office satisfying our sheer hunger for each other's body. On the carpet, sprawled over his desk, sat in his chair, up against the wall. In every corner of the room. We made love in his car in lay-byes and pub car-parks. I would often go down on him and suck him to a fine erection as he drove. We fucked three or four times a week. And my boy-friend felt me up each Friday and Sunday. Tame stuff, that!

Colin warned me not to marry James. It wouldn't work, he said. But James was reliable and steady. He would end up a bank manager and we'd have a couple of children and live in a nice modern detached house. We'd spend two weeks a year on the South coast, boating and have Christmas dinner with his parents. I told Colin that the only way he could prevent me from marrying James was to elope with me.

But he wouldn't. He told me that, once I was married, our affair would have to end. He didn't want to be the cause of my divorce! I didn't believe him. I couldn't imagine life without him.

My wedding was eventually planned and I went on the pill. Colin and I had certainly taken enormous risks but in all that time he had never once spurted inside me. I must have had gallons of his sperm on my belly, over my breasts, up my back, on my bottom and my pubic hair. But never inside.

On the eve of my wedding I was sleeping at my grandmother's house. It was November and a foggy dark evening. Colin gave me a lift to grandmother's. On the way, I asked him to pull onto some spare ground away from the road, where James and I usually had our petting sessions. It was deserted. Then I asked Colin to make love to me without having to withdraw. I wanted him to be the first to splash sperm deep inside me. I wanted to his to be the first hot sperm to christen my fanny.

His car had a bench seat at the front with the gear lever on the steering column. I opened his flies and played with him until he was at full stretch whilst he felt between my legs, making me all juicy and slippery. I slipped my pants off, Colin struggled out of his trousers, knelt between my thighs. They were wide open with my feet on the dash-board. He presented his stiff rod to my sopping opening and slid slowly, deep inside. It was sheer heaven!

We spent half an hour in the throes of lust and sex. Colin was in no hurry. He chewed my nipples nearly off whilst I almost tore his testicles off. I had several orgasms, some small, some big, before I felt Colin begin to tense in his loins. I always knew when he was about to come. It was like a coiled spring inside him getting tighter and tighter. The muscles in his bottom clenched, flexing and twitching. Finally, with a mighty heave, he erupted deep inside me, again and again, until he had spent his last drop.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, with his cock buried deep inside me. I cried quietly. I didn't know when I would next be with my lover. Colin was unusually quiet.

That was to be the last time we fucked. Returning from my boring honeymoon, I suspected that Colin had found himself another, beautiful mistress. He knew a lot of attractive women who would be only too willing to join him on his casting couch. To get my own back and to make Colin jealous, I made great play at the office Christmas party of teasing David, a young blonde technician, eventually taking him into one of the offices.

I made sure that Colin saw us. I was very merry on red wine, but intended only a kiss and a cuddle. But I'd got David worked up. He pressed me against the front of the desk with his hot kisses.

Before the party started, I had changed into a deliberately short skirt. Three of us had left off our panties to tease the men, giving them the odd glimpse of buttocks. All three of us had been groped on the cheeks of the bottom and unfamiliar finger-tips had managed to penetrate my gash and I suspect the other two as well. So I was rather wet and horny.

But with David pressing his groin between my thighs, the skirt was easily pushed round the hips. My wet fanny was completely unprotected. David managed to unzip himself whilst dabbling his fingers in my juices. I was so worked up myself that I reached down to feel for his penis without thinking. Hard and upright. Mm very nice! Our tongues were lashing hard together. I was certainly encouraging him.

Before I realized what was happening, or could do anything about it, the stiff shaft was slipping straight inside me. Wow! It felt so great! A different cock is always an exhilarating, wonderful feeling. Oh yes! Awesome! I curled my legs round his waist to pull him in deeper. To fill me with his cock. It was gloriously unexpected. My whimpers showed how much I was enjoying it.

So, I held on to the edges of the desk, eyes closed, thighs twisting, whilst David grunted away, jabbing hard into my grasping vagina. I was vaguely aware of the door opening, the noise from outside of the party swelling. Through half-open eyes, bleary with the wine, I saw Colin. He just stood there, watching us for a few seconds before leaving, quietly closing the door. David didn't even notice. He was nearing his point of no return, interested only in ejaculating his sticky offering deep inside me.

I felt self-confident and reckless. Glad that Colin had seen me bing fucked by someone else. Serve him right, I thought. It could have been him, but he had finished with me. Now nsoemopne else can enjoy me. So, I closed my eyes and relished the feel of cock pounding in and out of me, reaching its climax. He suddenly withdrew with a loud grunt, and I felt the warm gush of sperm flood onto my belly. This was followed almost immediately with the cock thrusting its way back into my soaking gash again. But it felt different! Thicker!

I half opened my eyes to find myself looking into the face of Derek. My God! He was seriously fucking me! He must have come in after Colin had left. As he plunged in and out, I turned my head to see the other four guys stood around watching, trousers round ankles, all with erect cocks being fondled by their owners. David was now on my right, cock drooping, holding my right knee wide open, watching Derek's cock penetrating me. Arthur came to my left and took the other knee with one hand, whilst holding a glass of red wine in the other.

My head was in a drunken spin. And it wasn't just the wine! I was being gang raped! Except that I was doing nothing to stop it - or even trying! Derek pulled out of me and I peered down at his cock as it erupted. A thick stream of sperm splattered over my left breast, with the rest of the spurts erupting into my pubic curls. I love watching men come! So satisfying knowing that I'm the cause of it. 

No one spoke. The room was hot and smoke-filled. The record player was still going in the hallway. No-one was listening. I saw the manager with his cigar in the corner of his mouth, watching the action as Derek stood to one side to let Arthur step in between my open thighs, glass still held in his right hand. After dropping his trousers, his cock drove straight into me - up to the hilt. It was on the small side, but he fucked like a dog. Fast and furious, eyes closed, a grimace on his face as he concentrated.

His place at my right knee had been taken by young William. He was the new office junior - well, hardly junior at eighteen. But his cock was mighty! My eyes opened wide at the sight of it. Rugged and rock solid. David was looking at him with a touch of envy! I stared at it as my fanny was being shagged hard. I came to a shuddering orgasm.

'Not fucked before, young man?' he asked.

William shook his head, his eyes never leaving the sight of Arthur's cock splitting my hairy gash, dark labia clutching the pistoning cock.

'In that case, get ready to lose your virginity.'

Arthur suddenly jerked hard, groaning with effort as he came out of me. He didn't quite make it, drooling his sperm on my fanny lips. It trickled down the vulva, over the perineum, on to the bum-hole.

And he hadn't split one drop of his wine!

William took his place with some urgency, aiming his large cock roughly at the opening. 'Go on lad!' David encouraged him.

The young man shoved his enormous stiff shaft between the engorged lips, into the well-oiled gash. I cried out as it stretched my fanny. But over-excitement triggered the youth's orgasm as he reached the full depths of my passage. He gave a wild cry as his cock flexed and emptied deep inside me. Oh no! I was covered, inside and out, with warm trickling sperm.

It was as if all this was happening to someone else. It was so unreal. Only the feel of cock drilling in and out of me was real. Exciting!

'Here! Let a real man get on the job.' William was pushed on one side.

It was the manager, cigar gripped in the corner if his mouth. His swarthy cock, with a sharp upwards bend, slid effortlessly into me. It was certainly different. I was surprised at how the feeling of the cocks varied as they ploughed me. I was being fucked firmly, deliberately, with a full penetration of the entire cock with each thrust.

The others stood round watching the event with no emotion, other than a glint of lechery in the wine-soaked eyes. One of the other girls was standing in the doorway, smiling. As Arthur watched, he continued to sip his wine, whilst the manager drew on his cigar. It was surreal! I couldn't believe it was happening. It was as though the body being fucked on the desk belonged to someone else! Yes - I was having all the sensations associated with it - endlessly wonderful - but it wasn't me being fucked!

At last, the bent cock was withdrawn and pushed towards my face. I was mesmerised as the eye of the cock dilated with a blob of sperm, followed immediately by a powerful jet. It struck my forehead. Six more spurts followed as the cock jerked its load over my nose, lips and chin, dribbling from it onto my breast. He was certainly endowed with a generous quantity of sperm.

The men had been wiping their cocks, and now they pulled up their trousers and sidled out of the office.

'Brandy anybody?' the manager called out as he left the room.

I lay there, bruised and sperm-soaked. I thought I was alone, but crouched in the corner I saw Shula. She was the boss's secretary. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, wide apart. Her skirt was round her waist, panties hanging from one ankle. She was masturbating, staring at my pussy!

Rocking forward onto her knees, Shula crept on hand and knees between my thighs. Her nose pressed against the oozing labia. Her tongue began darting in and out of my vagina, scooping up the sperm - licking all round my thighs. When she paid attention to my clit, I felt the surge of sexual need build up quickly once again. I looked down at her face. She was masturbating herself again. Rapidly. Stiff middle fingers pressing hard on her clit with a fast circular movement. A look of anguish creased her face as she juddered to an orgasm.

I rose to the surface quickly and came with her!

Colin never spoke to me of the incident. He was always pleasant, but left me alone. And curiously enough, neither did anyone else on the staff. Everyone behaved as though it had never happened. However, I had found myself a new lover in David. Then, after David, came another one. Then another. I had several men; sometimes two at the same time. I suppose I was searching for another Colin. But there wasn't one. Of course, my husband eventually found out. He caught me on the bed with one of his counter staff after a party at home. He beat me up and threw me out naked! With nothing at all! We divorced and I married again some years later. And settle down at last.

You see, Colin had taught me to enjoy sex and I just couldn't do without it. I yearned for it. What's more, he introduced me to the enjoyment of dangerous sex and that's what I craved. Not comfortable, boring sex. The thrill of the fear of discovery. Exciting sex is what I needed. But of all the men I've been with, no-one could match Colin's skill and enthusiasm. It was never quite as exciting again. Not even the gang bang.



Sex and the Office Ch. 07



A SECRETARY'S INDISCRETION

Joanne was feeling rather horny. Although she herself wouldn't have used that word. Feeling rather sexy, she would say. She was alone in her office, having offered to 'mind the shop' whilst the others went for a celebration lunch. It was someone's birthday, though she couldn't say whose - not that she was interested. She hadn't wanted to go with them anyway.

Joanne preferred to keep herself to herself in the office. Besides, that's how her boss wanted it as well. He was the Financial Director and discouraged her from gossiping with other staff. Which was not difficult for her, since she didn't really mix at their level, having very little in common with any of them. Her father, Ernest, was a local land owner, with a string of horses. Master of the hounds. His old friend and 'best man' at his wedding, Arthur Gifford-Smith, was the Financial Director of a multi-national company and had persuaded Ernest to allow Joanne to become his secretary in their North of England Office. She thought it might be rather fun, besides bringing in some extra cash, always welcome spending money.

Well, she was wrong. It was boring, though the money made it worth the effort. Her boss was rarely in the office and she got the impression that she was just window-dressing, boosting his image of importance in the company. She read a lot!

So here she was. A warm Friday lunch time. A deserted office. The director was away in the States on business, leaving Joanne to sort out her filing - what little there was - and reading her magazines. But today, she felt rather restless, with a vague ache in her belly. She knew what it was. Her body was feeling unfulfilled, and she knew why. The previous evening she had watched her husband flirting with a young slender Fiona at the party, whilst she herself spent time avoiding advances from unwanted older stallions. So here she was, feeling frustrated.

Joanne didn't really mind her husband flirting, providing she got the benefit later in bed. But that had not been the case last night, leaving her somewhat frustrated. He'd had too much beer, anyway. Their marriage had been one of convenience for their families, really, and, though she got on reasonably well with her husband, sex had never been the strong point between them. She was aware that her solid figure couldn't really compete with the young stringy things at dances. At 188 lbs, she was a big girl - though not what you'd call fat. Just large. Nevertheless, she carried her wide hips and heavy breasts with style and poise, having been properly 'finished' in Switzerland. She knew how to present herself in spite of her figure.

Her 'society wedding' with Rodney was a thrill for her, but the marriage soon became fairly open between them, after he had agreed plenty of financial latitude in exchange for Joanne turning a blind eye to his amorous latitude. He was discreet about it, thank goodness. And so was she. Joanne had some expensive clothes to show for her understanding, and still got the sex she needed from him, topped up with a personal dildo which actually gave her more satisfaction that her husband. But, for some reason she was at a loss to understand, last night's episode had made her annoyed. She had wanted sex and didn't get it - neither from Rodney nor her dildo.

That was why she was sitting at her desk at midday on a lovely warm Friday, her light worsted pale tan skirt draped over her lap, fingers playing casually inside her panties, whilst reading a rather descriptive letter in Forum Magazine - about a young married couple where the husband had persuaded his wife to allow their male friend to fuck her whilst he watched - to fire her imagination. Her vaginal juices were flowing inside her silk panties - cotton lined. She slid her two middle fingers inside. In and out, deep and slow, as she read the erotic story. She would enjoy a fulfilling orgasm.

That was when there came a tap on the door. After a brief pause allowing Joanne to panic, she quickly swept the magazine into her desk top-drawer, whilst dropping her skirt over her knees. The door opened as she looked up. In the opening appeared a smiling Alan. Joanne returned the smile with a touch of guilt on her face. As if from habit, her eyes quickly glanced at his crotch for a brief moment, her mind still on sex. What lay in waiting there was the object of many fantasies during her self pleasuring.

'Busy?' he asked, having noticed her fleeting interest in his trousers. 'Where is everyone?'

'They've all gone to the Half-way Inn to celebrate a birthday. I thought you were with them.'

He came into the office. 'No, just got back from London. You're look particularly beautiful today Joanne. Mmm - a touch vulnerable perhaps?'

She did look attractive, Alan thought. Her dark blonde hair in an attractive swept-back style. Her wide-spaced smokey eyes, with a pale flawless skin. Not too much make-up. A wide mouth with full sensuous lips. He had told her already - more than once - that she reminded him of Simone Signoret, the wonderful sexy French film actress. Well, she did - it was a remarkable likeness, though that's where it finished. Their figures were very different. But who cares?

Joanne laughed. 'Vulnerable? How do you make that out?' She was usually regarded as cool, collected and invincible.

'Perhaps it's just wishful thinking on my part.'

She smiled at him. 'Ever the optimist.' Alan was the only member of the staff she had any time for. He was a charming guy, with a wicked sense of humor. He was also a popular theater director and was currently directing a local Amateur Musical Society for their annual performance at the town's Theater Royal. Joanne was intrigued by anything theatrical, and had often wondered whether he might fancy her. Well, he had a reputation, after all. If what she heard was true, Alan had seduced at least four of the office staff. She didn't know whether or not to believe it, but enjoyed the speculation.

She remembered when she and Alan were first introduced during her first day in the office. Shula was taking her round to meet the staff. At first she was startled when introduced to Alan. She could have sworn that she had met him before. He seemed so familiar to her. As soon as their eyes met, both knew that they had an immediate bond. Like old friends re-uniting. Very strange, she thought at the time.

Joanne was at a loss to understand. It was a most curious feeling. Perhaps they had met in a previous life, she thought. Maybe lovers - hopefully? Something very close. Whatever the reason, she had felt an immediate rapport with this guy. He wasn't particularly handsome - his nose was rather to big for a start, his lips a little too thin - and his hair was turning prematurely grey. But he had that certain charisma - at least as far as she was concerned. Then they had moved on to be introduced to others. Joanne hadn't heard a word of Shula's little spiel about Alan's job. She had been concentrating on the man.

'Perhaps a little tlc,' he continued. 'A hug and cuddle. You look as though you need some comforting.'

With a slightly embarrassed laugh, Joanne stood and met him at the side of her desk, where he put an arm round her waist, talking her hand in his, lifting it to his lips to press her fingers to them. Joanne suddenly panicked, trying to snatch her hand away, but was too late. Alan had already lifted the fingers to his lips in an act of gallantry. His expression never changed, but he knew the scent of female genitals only too well. And there was no doubt that these fingers had very recently been dabbling between Joanne's thighs. The musky scent was unmistakable.

Their eyes met. Hers with a slight look of guilt. His with a compassionate twinkle. They continued to look at each other in silence, whilst Alan took her fingers between his lips and sucked them slowly. It was very rare for Joanne to blush, but this was one of those rare moments. Alan's hand slipped down from her waist to her firm large right buttock, caressing it sensuously. Joanne was fully aware that Alan recognized the scent on her fingers, but was at a loss to know how to explain. Say nothing. That was her decision. Besides, his hand on her bottom was a sufficient digression. It felt soothing.

'You have lovely hands. They taste delicious.' Alan removed her fingers, turning her hand palm up, squeezing it, before reaching his face towards hers until their lips met. Joanne's eyes closed slowly as she allowed his lips to lightly chew on hers. She had often thought about this moment, but never really expected it. She heard the quiet murmur of pleasure from Alan. Joanne knew he was trying to arouse her. Well, he was succeeding! Turmoil in her belly was evidence of that. She was breathing rather more deeply than normal, as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, kissing and licking the side of her neck and nibbling the ears. His hands were roaming over her bottom and thighs. 'You smell divine. Lilacs in springtime. Mmmm. I could breathe in your scent all day. So very sensuous and provocative.'

She liked that compliment! Even though she knew he was lying. Throwing her head back, giving Alan with the whole of her neck to kiss, Joanne felt his hands roaming over her pleated silk blouse, following the contours of her left breast. 'You have a fabulous body,' she heard him mutter softly between kisses. Fumbling fingers unbuttoned the high-neck blouse, sufficient to allow them to probe inside, to explore the generous warmth of her swelling. The beatific expression on her face showed her enjoyment of the sensation. She was wallowing in the lecherous buzz inside her.

'Truly wondrous breasts,' he added. 'So soft and smooth and warm.' Sneaking into the bra, the fingers gently squeezed the flesh, searching the swelling until they encountered the edge of her proud areola. Thumb and finger gripped the swollen nipple sending a ripple of excitement through her tumbling loins. Flattery would get you everywhere with Joanne. She knew he didn't mean a word of it, but she lapped it up.

As their bodies pressed together, whilst Alan explored the softness of her breast, Joanne decided that one intimate exploration deserved another. She slipped her free hand between them to engage with the front of Alan's trousers. Slowly rubbing her palm up and down, she felt the twitching inside as his penis responded to the teasing. Without breaking the kiss, she took the tab of his zip fastener between thumb and second finger. Slowly, she drew it down before slipping her hand inside the opening. She gasped. Oh yes! Her mouth went dry as the palm of her hand pressed against the stiffening shaft beneath the cotton boxer shorts. It felt exciting to have a strange stiffening cock under the palm. Electrifying!

As they kissed deeply, tongues exploring each other, Joanne quietly slipped her free hand beneath her skirt to scoop her fingers into the plentiful wetness between her thighs. Alan was busy easing the blouse out of her waist band, curling a hand round her waist to search for the bra fastening. With a deft squeeze of his fingers, the fastening was unclipped, allowing her breasts some freedom. When his hand returned to the front, he pushed up the bra cups allowing the breast to sink into his palm. Oh yes! She liked that. Her kiss became more eager. When it ended, Joanne opened her eyes, now glinting wickedly. She pushed her wet fingers against Alan's lips wiping them across his mouth. She was herself taken aback by her boldness. But what the hell!

'Have some more,' she smiled. Alan parted his lips to take the stained fingers into his mouth. The musky sweetness invaded his taste buds as he ran his tongue over the fingers, savoring the delight. 

'Really, really delicious.' His hands roamed over the broad buttocks, down her outer thighs and back again as he took his time sucking her fingers. 'Nectar. Then she felt his lips press once again against her mouth. Joanne parted her lips to allow his tongue to dart inside, engaging with her own tongue.

As he pulled her close, Joanne could feel the stiffness of his penis against her groin. Mmm that felt promising. She rubbed her mound over it before sinking down on her knees to a crouching position in front of him. Joanne was eager to get to grips with Alan's manhood. Curling her fingers round the waistband of the shorts, she eased them down over his hips until the object of her interest flopped out before her eyes. For a few moments, she gazed on it's thick, smooth shaft before taking the upper part between her thumb and middle fingers to draw back the foreskin. Oh my God! That's soooo beautiful, she thought.

The head was a light purple color, with a rim somewhat thicker than the shaft. Joanne was awestruck with its sheer magnificence. This was what she wanted to worship. She leaned to brush her lips against the tip, placing several light kisses on it. Normally, men's cocks held little interest for her, but for some reason, she found Alan's a fascinating sight. And as she studied the object at close quarters, a small clear bead formed on the eye. She caught it on the tip of her tongue, cupping the testicles in her palm. She stroked and worshiped the shaft with her fingers. Smooth!

Holding her wide mouth over the head, Joanne opened her lips to slowly sink them over the shaft. Conscious of Alan now kissing and nibbling her nipples, making her belly tremble with lust, Joanne concentrated on enjoying sucking a licking the wonderful penis. Loving it! Paying homage to the god of manhood. She took if deep throat, holding the full shaft in her mouth before slowing withdrawing to the tip, then, slowly increasing the speed, her mouth slid up and down the shaft, lips gripping the idol.

The nibbling of Joanne's nipples became rougher and harder as she felt Alan's loins begin to tremble. Wrapping her fingers round the base of his cock, she sucked him harder and faster. His buttocks tensed and lurched - wonderful! - she felt the sperm flood her cheeks. Such a marvelous feeling to have a cock filling the mouth, she thought. Mmm. Slowly, she pulled her mouth from the shaft, licking the juices. She looked up at him with a smile, a trickle of sperm at the corner of her mouth. Then, she deliberately swallowed. Delicious!

The last thing Alan had expected when he lifted Joanne's hand to his lips was the taste of her vaginal juices. The scent of her aroused vulva. It was a wonderful surprise, but he tried not to show it, even though his heart skipped a beat. The last thing he wanted to do in this unusual and astonishing event was to make her feel embarrassed. She had already tried to withdraw her hand, as if she'd just remembered where her fingers had been. But she was too late. He was kissing them lightly in a gallant manner. He pretended not to notice her blush. Flatter her, he thought. Tell her how beautiful and attractive she is. Then kiss her face all over. Ladies like that.

Alan could feel his penis begin to fill. Female scents had that effect. Hands roaming over her firm buttocks. And Joanne was responding to his kisses. In fact she was kissing him back. Fighting for supremacy! That surprised him, since he had always considered Joanne rather aloof. She was very elegant, self-assured and composed. Well, he hadn't seen her in any other way. But in spite of that, they had always got on well - in fact he knew that he was one of the very few of the staff she spoke to. But right now, her image had changed. She was obviously already turned on, otherwise she wouldn't have been playing with herself. Masturbating, no less. When Joanne didn't object to him stroking her buttocks, then her breast, he decided to become more adventurous. If he crossed the line at any time, he was sure she would let him know.

Unfastening her blouse brought no refusal. When his hand explored inside it, feeling her breast, Joanne murmured with delight. But it was when her hand slipped between their bodies to search for his cock, that Alan knew she was asking for more. Tugging the blouse from the waist band of her skirt, and unfastening her bra releasing the heavy breasts, he rejoiced at the exploration of them. When he kissed them, the large saucer-like areola and thick brown nipple, Alan felt her belly flutter.

The he felt her unzip his trousers to drag out his distended cock. It was filling quickly at her touch. This was unbelievable! And when Joanne slid down onto her haunches, taking his cock in her mouth. He though he would explode. The thought of the dignified, perfectly groomed Joanne taking his cock in her mouth was beyond his wildest dreams. But there she was - kissing the tip before slipping her lips over the full length. He would need to control himself here if her wanted to exploit the situation to the fullest. But his loins were anxious to fulfil their purpose. It was a losing battle, though Alan did manage to relax at the point where his ejaculation was about to explode.

After ejecting two or three spurts into her mouth, Joanne stopped sucking his cock, slipping her mouth away from it. A little out of breath with the excitement, Alan was delighted to see her smile up at him, a trickle of sperm at the corner of her mouth. As she swallowed the sperm, he took her by her elbows, raising her up so that her bottom rested against the corner of the desk. Joanne had taken the hem of her skirt in her hands, draping it round her waist as she perched on the desk. Kissing Alan with her sperm-smeared lips, she pulled her panties to one side. Then she leaned back on one hand, the other pulling her labia apart.

Alan finally was able to gaze on her most private possession. And what a possession, he thought. Her dark haired groin topped the voluptuous fleshy plump vulva. He sank into the visitor chair facing Joanne, allowing a better examination. A quick glance at her smiling face told him that she was deliberately exposing herself for him to admire. And there was plenty to admire, he thought. And when her fingers started to explore her lips and clitoris, slowly and provocatively opening up every little crevice in front of his very eyes for him to examine at close quarters. The pungent scent of her aroused vulva filled his nostrils. Delicious! Alan was immediately turned on all over again. With his trousers round his ankles, the sight of Joanne's magnificent paradise converted his semi-stiff penis into a raging erection. He fingered it erotically.

There was no doubt that Joanne was teasing Alan. His eyes were glued to her secret parts, wet and generous flaps of thick flesh, her finger penetrating the vagina, then rubbing round the entrance. Her juices had dribbled over, as far as to the puckered entrance to her other secret passage. The sight was too tempting for him. Alan dropped to his knees, thrusting his face between those smooth sturdy thighs. Taking a deep breath to inhale the musky scent, his lips took hold of the labia, pulling them and sucking them greedily, as Joanne's fingers rubbed her clit with more urgency. He explored the flamboyant pink flesh round the opening of her mystery with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it deep inside, sampling the delectable taste of the juices.

But Alan felt the fluttering of muscles in the smooth thighs. Joanne's hips were starting to shake and flex. A glance up at her face confirmed her agonizing grimace. She was getting near to coming. Too soon, he thought. But as her loins tensed and lifted from the desk, she was hissing loudly. 'Oh. My. God. Sheee -it.' Her face was a picture of startled disbelief. Alan stood, placing his groin against her shaking hips. For a brief moment of paying homage to the magnificent goddess, the head of his cock paused at the entrance to her most cherished possession. His hands grappled feverishly at her heavy breasts, feeling the nut-hard nipples. When her orgasm began to swamp her body, Alan slid his stiff cock deep inside the wonderful vagina. Heaven! Wow! Wonderful! Every penetration of the vagina filled him with awe. No problem penetrating her. Not very tight either. But very very wet. Joanne was crying out between gasps. 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-e-e-es! Alan shagged her hard and deep as her body shook. Ravished her.




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Joanne was feeling like a wanton hussy. She knew Alan was desperate to fuck her. She enjoyed exposing her most adored parts to him. Get him worked up again. As her excitement grew, she became more crude. Less prudent. To hell with being respectable and proper. She was a sex-starved guttersnipe. All she wanted was his cock fucking her cunt. Gosh! The mere sound of the crude words increased her lust. Parting the labia to show off her lush vagina, oozing with her come, she watched the expression of astonishment on Alan's face, his eyes feasting greedily on the vision before them. with her own eyes mesmerized by Alan's thick pale cock, she had to masturbate her clit. It was an imperative. But when he unexpectedly dropped to his knees to start licking and nibbling her vulva, she knew she would explode any second. She couldn't prevent it. Her body was lurching.

Then the explosion burst into her groin. Oh my God! Eruption after eruption shook her whole body. Time stood still. Nothing mattered any more except the violent ecstatic sensation filling her mind. It was all consuming. Her thighs were heaving and rolling. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Wave after agonizing wave, until the spasms finally calmed down. When her brain slowly regained reality, Joanne felt her vagina filled with cock, fucking her hard and deep and fast. Her breasts were being suckled. 'Oh my God! Wonderful! Marvelous! Don't stop!' she muttered thickly, closing her eyes, giving herself up to the thrusting sensation tranquilizing her body. To recover from an orgasms to find yourself being shagged, was thrilling and fulfilling.

After several minutes of continual fucking, and suckling, Alan withdrew from her, grasped Joanne by the waist to turn her over, until she was lying face down on the desk. With her legs wide apart, offering up the deep secrets of her distended vagina, Alan placed the end of his cock against it, relishing the moment of penetration into the fleshy mystery. It was slow and deliberate. To the hilt. Once fully embedded, he started to fuck it again. Thrusting deep and hard. Another gorgeous vagina ravished. He kept this up for some time, with hard, violent thrusts, until his loins started to twitch, the muscles flexing. Tension grew from his toes and the moment of supreme joy came upon him. Feeling the rush of sperm, he pushed hard against her loins. With a grunt, he exploded into her. Baptizing her vagina with his sperm. Only two spurts, before he withdrew to splash the final spurts onto the brownish pink puckered bum, already well covered with her own juices.

The sight of Joanne's wide pale buttocks, with the fine center piece covered with sperm and juices, gave Alan another rush of lust. His churning desires were still at fever pitch. His still rock-hard cock was resting in the crack of her bum. Enticing. A chance not to be missed. Alan knew he must take every opportunity to ravish to the full this wonderful body. And that included her arse. Placing his hands on the cheeks of bottom, he pulled them apart to open the entrance to the forbidden passage. Like the rest of her, its was above average, with a generous opening. When he pressed the head of his cock against it, he felt Joanne wince and grunt. But she was still drunk with lechery. Every fiber of her being was aflame with it. Wanting more. More!

'Relax,' he whispered. 'Just relax,' and he eased the entrance open with his thumbs, presenting his cock to it. Gently does it, he thought. It was very wet.

Joanne had never been penetrated in the arse before. She was unsure whether or not she could allow it. It didn't seem natural. The muscles instinctively tightened to prevent penetration. But Alan's calming voice asking her to relax, persuaded her. Why not? A new sexual experience. She was still ravenous, wanting as much sex as she could get. Having consciously unwound, letting her body to flop, she felt the head of the cock, lubricated by the sperm and her own juices, make the opening, allowing it to ease its way an inch inside. Joanne was apprehensive, but when she realized there no pain as the muscles gave way to the intruder, she was stimulated. Slowly, Alan's cock inched its way deeper, gently fucking her. My God! It felt as though she was stretched to the limit. About to burst. She cried out! But it was extraordinary. And fantastic. And different!

Alan was now almost fully embedded, spellbound at the sight of his cock fully encased. Joanne was squirming, but not objecting. She was tight. Very tight! He guessed she was enjoying the experience. Her whimpers and murmurs were of surprise and pleasure. Inebriated by the demands of Joanne's ample body, Alan now began to fuck her hard again. She arched her back, wanting to escape, yet wanting it more than ever. Alan held her hard by the waist, driving in and out.

Joanne suddenly felt the urgency of an orgasm approaching. Oh my God! It felt fantastic! An indescribable sensation bubbled inside her, coming to the boil. Unstoppable! It swamped her. Gasping and jerking her loins, she cried out loud as the orgasm slammed into her.

Alan was overwhelmed by Joanne's unashamed lechery. Her complete surrender to the licentious demands of her body and her vocal enjoyment of sex, made his own climax almost a surprise. His loins bucked and jabbed, spurting the remains of his ejaculation in Joanne's arse. As he withdrew, sperm oozing from her still gaping rear passage, Joanne flopped over the desk, physically exhausted and mentally gratified. He gazed on the body he had plundered to the full. What a phenomenal experience, even for someone of his sexual experience.

Alan grabbed a handful of paper tissues from the box on the side cabinet. As he did, the sound of car doors slamming made Joanne sit up suddenly. 'My God! They're back!' She slid from the desk, wiping her vulva quickly before crushing her breasts into the bra cups, fastening it quickly before stuffing the blouse into the waist band. She thought they were back early, until a glance at her watch showed that they had been fucking for over two hours! Oh my God! The most extraordinary two hours of her life! Giving her so many treasured memories to ignite her future masturbation fantasies.

After quickly yanking up his trousers, Alan had slipped quickly through the door. Within ninety seconds Joanne was looking her usual demure self. She would leave a visit to the ladies room until the staff were all back. She flung the window open and switched on the fan to clear the air. A quick spray from the air freshener. Busying herself with a file in her hands, a knock came on the door and Shula's face appeared round it, Joanne smiled.

'Any messages?'

'No. It's been very quiet here.'



Sex and the Office Ch. 08



It was a warm sunny day. In fact, the weather had been wonderful for several days. The sun poured through the slats of the Venetian blinds across the polished teak desk in Joanne's outer office, where she was sitting reading the screen of her computer. The sales office was quiet. It was lunch-time and most of the staff were out, or closeted in their office with a sandwich and cup of tea. Joanne had been expecting her boss to arrive for lunch time, but a phone call had explained that he was delayed in London and likely to be an hour late.

Joanne had always kept herself to herself. Well, certainly at work, which was encouraged by her boss, the Financial Director, to avoid office tittle-tattle with other staff. In any case, she was a self-confessed snob, and had very little in common with the others. At 188 lbs, she was quite a big girl - though by no means fat. Just well-built. She carried her wide hips, large shapely bottom and considerable breasts with style and elegance, having been properly 'finished' in Switzerland. She knew how to present herself to make the most of her figure.

Whilst not exactly beautiful in the accepted sense, she had strikingly attractive features. She reminded those who remembered her films, of the French Actress Simone Signoret , with her sultry looks and wide sensual mouth with full lips. Her brown eyes were set rather more apart than was considered perfect, with a straight, rather wide nose. 

Joanne was the only daughter of a local land owner, Ernest Forsythe, with a string of race horses. He was the local Master of Hounds, and his old friend and 'best man' at his wedding, Arthur Gifford-Smith, happened to be the Financial Director of a multi-national company. He had persuaded Ernest to allow Joanne to become his secretary, partly because of her breeding, but also because he admired her figure. It would be nice to have her around the office. And Joanne thought it might be rather fun, besides earning extra cash, always welcome spending money. So she accepted.

As it turned out, it was far from being fun. It was uninteresting and dull, though the generous salary made it worth the effort of getting to the office each day. Her boss was rarely in there, and she had the impression that she herself was just window-dressing, boosting his image of importance in the company. With little to do, she read a lot!

Joanne had known for a while that her husband flirted with other ladies, but didn't really mind, providing she got the benefit of his stimulation later in bed. She watched him at parties, trying to feel up the young slim girls, whilst she herself fended off advances from unwanted older stallions. Their marriage had been one of convenience for their families, really, and, though she got on reasonably well with her husband, sex had never topped their list of priorities. Perhaps he even had one-night stands whilst away on business. But providing he brought no nasty disease home with him, she wasn't too worried. 

Her 'society wedding' with Rodney in the local cathedral, had been exciting for her. She looked magnificent in her expensive wedding dress. The marriage, however, had soon became fairly open between the couple, after Rodney had agreed for Joanne to have a reasonable amount of financial freedom in exchange for her turning a blind eye to his amorous excursions. He was discreet about it, thank goodness. And so was she. Joanne had some expensive clothes to show for her understanding, and still got the sex she needed from him, shared with a personal dildo which actually gave her more satisfaction than he did.

That was how she came to be sitting at her desk at midday on a lovely warm Friday, with the skirt of her light white cotton summer dress draped over her lap, fingers playing casually with the crotch of her panties, whilst reading a rather erotic story on the Literotica website - about how a middle-age married couple went dogging. The wife had persuaded her husband to allow a stranger to fuck her in their car, whilst he watched - to add more fire to her imagination. And his for that matter. As she read, Joanne imagined herself in the same situation, casually rubbing herself over her knickers. She was leaking.

The telephone ringing brought her back to reality. The receptionist told her that Mrs Gifford-Smith was on her way to her husband's office. Quickly lowering the hem of her dress and switching her laptop to the iGoogle home page, she stood to cross to the door to welcome her boss's wife. Quite unprepared for her initial reaction to the woman approaching her, Joanne's mouth went dry. She felt a sudden wrench in her belly. Oh my goodness! What on earth...? Joanne had heard of attractions at first sight, but assumed such things were between man and woman. But here was no man, but another woman. A wonderful, elegant, beautiful woman. She closed her mouth and gulped with embarrassment.

'Good morning Mrs Gifford-Smith,' she welcomed with a warm smile and some confusion. 'I'm afraid your husband has been delayed for an hour or so.'

'Oh shit! Excuse the language!' Ginette was unaware of the younger woman's reaction to her appearance.

'No problem! I have already phoned the restaurant to delay the booking. Can I get you a coffee or anything, or would you rather do a little shopping perhaps, and come back later?'

'I'll hang on here.'

As Joanne led the way into the inner private office, her boss's sanctum, she was impressed by Ginette. The lady was very imposing. Almost as well-built as Joanne, with perfectly groomed chestnut-coloured hair, looking as though she had just come from the hair stylist - which she had - and an expensive tailored two-piece calf-length suit of cream tussore silk and mohair, hiding a white lace silk bouse with a cut-away collar. Her handbag, Joanne noticed, was a Mulberry, whilst her hat was a Whiteley's fascinator. Mmm - class! Expensive! Joanne knew all about these things!

'That's most kind. Sorry! You must be Joanne. Or is it Jo for short? Arthur has often spoken about you.' She gave Joanne an appraising look with a wide smile. 'And I must say I'm not surprised.' Pretending not to have noticed the slight blush spreading over Joanne's cheeks, she continued. 'Or anything would be nice. Arthur's private fridge probably has a Martini and ice. Join me?'

'Oh, thank you Mrs Gifford-Smith ...'

'Ginny, please. You father is Ernest Forsythe, is he not?'

'Yes. I remember you at the wedding.'Joanne lied. As she turned to open the fridge, Ginny was appraising Jo's figure. It was an automatic reaction for her. She was always interested in studying other women. Not in what they were wearing necessarily, though expensive clothes helped, but admiring their contours and speculating about the shape of their breasts and the contours of their inner thighs. Although a highly respected lady of the local community, Ginette had recently developed a preference for other women when it came to sex. She had always been bi-sexual, since being introduced to sex with other young ladies at private boarding school, but that was overtaken when she met Arthur.

Now, since their marriage twenty-three years ago, the inevitable loss of interest her husband showed in having sufficient sex with her, well, sufficient for her anyway, had led to a reawakening of Ginny's interest in her own sex. She had been fortunate enough to find a like-minded lady in the Lord-Lieutenant's wife, Juliet. Or rather, be found by her, for Juliet was the hunter. And the absolute soul of discretion. She had recognised the signs in Ginette, and pursued her with eventual success. It takes one to know one, as they say.

Just occasionally, Ginny had a fling with less prestigious ladies on impulse, but always ones who were married to well-connected and well-respected professional husbands. These wives were reliable and prudent, and hungry for sex to replace what they had lost. And right now, studying the woman before her, she found herself curiously attracted to this somewhat younger lady, daughter of The Hon Ernest Forsythe, no less, and her husband's secretary. Rumour had it, in her closed circle of friends, that Joanne's husband was not as discreet as the thought, in his extra-marital affairs. Chose unwisely she had heard. As the ice tinkled into the glasses, she wondered if Joanne was aware of her husband's indiscretions.

As she was considering this question, Joanne turned with two glasses of dry Martini, one of which she handed to Ginette. Their eyes met and paused briefly. They lifted their glasses in a salute. The exchange of looks was unmistakable for Ginny. Joanne was 'available'.

'Good health, Ginny.' The taste was so refreshing on this warm day.

'Mm. Lovely! So, Jo, what shall we occupy our time with, whilst Arthur catches up with himself?'

'I'm at your disposal,' was the courteous response. Ginny laughed.

'Oh, well, let's lock the door in that case.' Jo raised her eyebrows in some surprise, smiling at the unexpected retort. Ginny went on with a laugh.'You are looking very attractive, Jo, darling. And I do so like your dress. Stylish. Suits you.'

'Thank you.' Flattered by the appraisal.

Ginny stepped closer to Jo, feeling the texture of the dress between thumb and first finger. 'And I like your hair,' she went on. 'Lovely colour.' She inhaled. 'And seductive perfume.' She got closer to Jo, leaning towards her, her face at the side of her neck, breathing in the perfume. 'Mmm. Delicious!'

Jo was unsure how to respond to the compliments. Was Ginny making a pass at her? She felt vaguely stimulated by the interest being show in her by a lady of Ginny's outgoing personality. And when she felt the light kiss on her ear, after an initial recoil at the unexpected, Joanne was rather pleasantly startled. She relaxed in a state of mental disarray. But before she was able to digest the impact of the sensation, Ginny had stepped closer to her, easing her face to hers. Jo didn't pull her head away. Ginny's lips touched Jo's own in a lingering, sensuous kiss, full of promise.

They broke apart with a gasp from Jo and a soft sigh from Ginny. 'Hmm. Sorry Joanne. I couldn't help myself. I think you're irresistible. Those full lips were made for kissing. You taste delicious. And your scent is so arousing. Perhaps it's the weather.' She laughed lightly. 'I hope I haven't embarrassed you?'

Too surprised to be embarrassed, the effect on Joanne was extraordinary. She had almost melted at the touch of another woman's lips. So surprisingly soft and alluring. And no man had ever flattered her in quite the same way, either. The effect was rather thrilling. And disturbing. She was unsure how to respond. Other women had never really appealed to Jo, but she now realised that was because the thought had never entered her head. And here she was being propositioned. She was sure of it.

'No. Not at all,' she stammered, rather too loudly. 'You have just taken me by surprise, that's all. I mean ... a little unexpected.' 

'Have I come on a bit strong? Sorry darling. You have a very attractive figure. So very appealing. And I guess you've realized by this time that I am interested in other women as well as men. Does that appeal to you at all? Don't worry if you feel appalled by it - some women are. I won't be offended.'

'No, no - it's not that!' Jo surprised herself when she realised that she was rather anxious not to put an end to this extraordinary experience she was having. Her body was tingling and her panties were rather wet. 'I've never really thought about it, that's all. But I have to say ... well ... that I'm rather curious. Now you mention it.'

'Good! Well, we have an hour to fill. Why don't we indulge your curiosity. I mean, you are a public school girl - you must remember having seen other girls private parts!' As she spoke, Ginny put her arms round Jo, embracing her. She whispered, 'Come here darling. Kiss me! Let me taste you.' And they lips met softly, exploring each other with uncertain curiosity. Eager to get to know each other. Ginny was confident that she would be able to overcome any misgivings on Jo's part, once feelings of uncontrollable lust invaded her body. Jo's trembling lips were searching Ginny's mouth. She opened her lips, running her tongue lightly over Jo's lips, darting inside her mouth. Yes! Response was coming.

The mention of girls' private parts struck a cord in Jo's memory. Yes! Miss Roberts. But, of course, feelings were beginning to arouse Jo already, fluttering in her belly as she felt Ginny's lips and tongue kissing her face, her neck and ears, whilst her hands stroked her buttocks. Other thoughts were pushed away. She loved having her bottom caressed. Then she felt her belly give a lurch. Oh my God! Wonderful! It was wonderful! Seventh heaven!

'Now darling,' Ginny whispered, 'my husband's secretary is now to be his wife's personal servant as well. To do with as I think fit.'

With one hand remaining on Jo's buttocks, the other unbuttoned the front of her blouse. With a certain eagerness, she reached behind Jo, unhooking the clasp of her bra, allowing her large breasts to drop over her rib-cage, the dark areola proud and wrinkled. Ginny felt her new assistant gasping. She leaned away from Jo to look at them, delighting at the sight.

'That's a wonderful sight darling. So creamy and full. Mmm. Delicious.'

All Jo could do was watch it all happen in a state of disbelief. This wasn't really happening to her. These aren't my breasts being exposed, she thought. I must be dreaming. Oh my God! She's looking at them. Gazing at my tits! Going to kiss them. Oh no!

When Ginny bent to latch her lips over them, the large saucer-like areola and thick brown nipple, stiffened and grew. Ginny felt Jo's belly flutter once again. She was lubricating for her. What a delightful body.

Pressing Jo's bottom against the edge of the desk, their lips met again for another sexy kiss, as Ginny's hand slipped under the hem of Jo's dress, the fingers tracing a path inside her upper thigh until they encountered the gusset of the knickers. She softly cupped her palm over the gusset, feeling the wetness and warmth of the cluster of labia inside.

'Oh - so lovely!' she murmured.

Her fingers pressed against the pliant flesh, with her thumb searching for the clitoris. Oh yes! There! This first contact with a strange vulva was always very arousing for Ginny. Squat down. Kiss the nipples of Jo's panting breasts. Ginny's breathing quickened at the thought of actually sliding her fingers inside the vagina.

But not yet! Patience! Suckle the breasts first.

Jo gasped at the feel of strange fingers exploring her knickers. 'Oh my God!' She knew they would be soaking. I'm being felt, she thought. Oh my ...! Her eyes closed as a wave of happiness swept through her. The sensation was quite new to her - and so thrilling. Her whole body was glowing with lust. Her hands were drawn to the magnificent breasts of her partner. Their fingers explored the softness of the flesh within the bra, and the fascination of the proud hard nipples, marveling at the spongy texture. But when she felt fingers steal into the side of the knickers, searching for her most secret part, her mystery, a sudden tremble fluttered in her thigh muscles.

Her knees went weak as she sagged against the desk. 'Oh yes! Yes!' she croaked. I've never felt like this before, she realized. Wanting more. Much more! Her thighs parted.

Jo felt the skirt of her dress being unbuttoned. She was in a state of confusion. She had never experienced anything like this. But the embrace of another lady was so soft and delicate. She seemed entirely under the control of this dominating woman. Her body was responding, filling her mind with lust and hunger for sex. It was unbelievable. She was actually allowing it to happen to her, willing it to happen! Realizing that fingers were gripping the top of her knickers, peeling them over her thighs, they slid down her legs until they fell round her ankles. Without a pause, Jo stepped out of them, before sinking into the visitor chair to one side of the desk, facing Ginny.

'Oh, Jo! You have most wonderful personal belongings there. Superb!'

With her arms hanging over the arms of the chair, the dress fully open, Jo's legs were open, allowing Ginny to stare long and hard at her genitals. And there was plenty for her to admire.

'Lovely thick lips. And so juicy.' Ginny's fingers started to explore the vulva and clitoris, slowly and provocatively opening up every little crevice in front of her very eyes to be examined at close quarters. The pungent scent of Jo's aroused vulva filled her nostrils. 'Delicious!' Ginny was immediately turned on all over again. The sight of Joanne's magnificent heaven triggered her own juices, which had already started to flow at the thought of fingering Jo. She pressed her fingers erotically over her own groin .

Ginny's eyes were glued to her secret parts, wet and generous flaps of thick flesh, her finger penetrating the vagina, then rubbing round the entrance. Her juices had dribbled over, as far as to the puckered entrance to her other secret passage. She was salivating with excitement. This was a magnificent, glorious display of woman's raison d'etre. She squatted between Jo's thighs before leaning into the parting, to place her lips against the labia. She inhaled deeply. Exquisite. 

When her tongue touched the clitoris and her fingers slipped easily into the eagerly waiting vagina, she felt Jo's loins recoil. There was a fluttering of muscles in the smooth thighs. Joanne's hips were starting to shake and flex. Her face confirmed her agonizing grimace. She was getting near to her orgasm. But as her loins tensed and lifted from the chair, she was hissing loudly. 'Oh. My. God. Sheee -it.' Her face was a picture of startled disbelief. Ginny's hands grappled feverishly at her heavy breasts, feeling the nut-hard nipples. When a series of uncontrollable orgasms began to swamp her body. 

It was time to expose her own secrets to her new servant. As Jo recovered her normal breathing, Ginny stood back, unbuttoning her jacket and blouse. Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra, lifting the cups over the top, exposing the heavy breasts, resting on her rib-cage. Already engorged with lust, the dark nipples, almost purple in color, stood proud from the ribbed areola.

The sight suddenly reminded Jo of one boarding school experience. Miss Roberts, the dormitory mistress, was a stern lady who struck fear into the hearts of the younger girls. A firm disciplinarian, she was in her forties. Not very good looking. Piercing eyes, thick eyebrows and a prominent nose. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun. Mid way through the first term, Joanne was staying in school for the weekend whilst her parents were away. There were only four girls in the dorm, including the two senior girls. Flashing through her mind was the vision of Miss Roberts on her bed, her small breasts bared. Nipples erect. Without skirt, her thighs were open. Amid a prolific thatch of black curls was her protruding labia. The two senior girls were toying with her. One playing with her clitoris and the other kissing the nipples.

She and the fourth girl watched them in fascinated astonishment. The other girl - name forgotten - put her hand on Jo's pubic hair. Fingers clawing inside her wet vagina. The mistress on the bed, squirming and moaning. Indelible memory of her face in agony.

Ginny watched as Joanne gazed in awe at this sudden, unexpected display of the older woman's breasts, unaware of the vision from the past it had opened. Hitching her skirt up to her waist, she perched on the corner of her husband's desk, leaning back on her arms behind her, legs apart, her skirt draped over her thighs.

'Kiss them!' was the husky demand. 

Jo levered herself from the chair, leaning over, with hands on the edge of the desk, either side of Ginny's hips, to take, first, one stiff chunky nipple, then the other into her mouth. She sucked on them heavily, chewing with her stiffened lips and lightly clenched teeth. Her companion was gasping, her hands clasped round Jo's head, pressing it hard against her breasts, moaning and hissing. Memories of Miss Roberts. Oh my god! So exciting!




Sex and the Office Ch. 08



Ginny enjoyed her nipples and breasts being chewed and squashed, but the time had come for the next stage.

'Kneel!' she commanded.

She watched Jo sink to her knees as she squatted between the thighs.

'Stroke!'

Jo's hands caressed the solid upper inner thighs with the pads of her fingers, feeling the lightly hair-covered concave skin. Ginny's pubic hair spread down each inner thigh, the growth getting thicker at the edge of her red silk knickers. Jo was amazed at the quantity of copper-colored hair. Never having seen another vulva in the flesh since her college days, she was holding back her curiosity, wanting to savor every moment of discovery. Reliving the memory of Miss Roberts.

'Take them off!' was the instruction.

Joanne gasped, quite unprepared for the sight that was to meet her, as she lowered the waistband over the top of Ginny's thighs. A mass of copper hair covered the swollen pubic mound, growing down between the thighs and spreading across to her hips. Catching the sunlight through the window, it glowed as if it were flames of lust. From beneath the clitoral hood, thick and proud, emerged a small cock!

Well, it was a very large clitoris - the size of her index finger, though not as long. Amazing!

As an astonished wide-eyed Jo was taking in the unexpected vision before her, Ginny pushed her knickers over her thighs and knees, allowing them to drop to her ankles, to step out of them, opening her legs at the same time, displaying her sloppy fleshy vulva in all its majestic splendor, the large clitoris in full view.

Ginny knew the effect her clitoris had on unsuspecting eyes. One of astonishment. Of course, she herself was unaware of it's unusual size until her college days gave her the chance to compare with other young ladies. The result was always the same. Jaw-dropping disbelief! As a child she was something of a tom-boy. No dolls for her. Soldiers and guns! Football in the park with the other boys. She remembered that her mother had always told her she should have been a boy! Well, in a way, she was!

Jo's mouth was open. Unbelievable!

The generous labia draped from the hood, their chubby flesh framing the sides of the vulva's vestibule. Jo wet her middle finger, and gently touched the tip of the wonderful pale clitoris, pushing the hood back to reveal the full length of the sturdy, fat clitoris. Feeling the body lurch at the touch, she took it between her thumb and finger, to start masturbating it, watching it with avid curiosity. She could see the vagina beginning to contract and pulsate. The fingers of her other hand bunched together, sliding into the already gaping mouth of the drooling vagina, its cluster of fleshy petals open and inviting. So wet with the nectar of the Goddess. Jo began to finger fuck hard and deep, whist taking the large clit between her lips. Marveling at the unusual size of tie, she ran her tongue round the shaft of the clitoris, probing every little crevice beneath the hood, exploring the hidden flesh. Finally, she sucked on it. Fantastic! She gave it a blow-job! Gosh! It was thrilling!

Sharing in the thrill, Ginny was already breathing hard. Her muscles were clenching as her buttocks strained. She loved it. The combination of fingers deep inside her citadel of lust and the lips and tongue lashing at her clit, tasting her nectar, almost eating her vulva, were filling her with sensations of pure rapture and bliss. She adored this feeling. Heaven! Her thighs fluttered and shook. Her eyes were screwed tight, concentrating on the utter ecstasy swamping her whole body. Oh my God, yes! Ginny was a slave to the feelings invading her body - her every nerve tingling, her muscles quivering with delight. Time stood still. The invasion of her dark mystery was all engaging. The build-up of tension inside her was delicious. Her head was rolling from side to side, open mouthed.

When the fingers were withdrawn, they were replaced by soft lips, tongue and mouth, fingers now rubbing her clit. Then she felt fingers suddenly drive deep into her other private puckered entrance. Already lubricated by her copious spilled vaginal juices. The effect was immediate. With a loud gasp, her body lurched, her muscles exploded, triggering the orgasm. She cried out, 'Yes!' But a second orgasm jolted her loins, followed swiftly by a third. Another made her gasp. Oh my God! Her vagina was like a tap.

Jo was taken by surprise with a spurt of fluid on her mouth with the first orgasm. She opened her mouth wide to cover the pulsating dilated vagina. Then a second pulse with a spurt, and a third. It was almost as though the large clit was ejaculating, filing her mouth with sperm. The taste was incredible. Unexpectedly pleasant as Jo swirled it around her cheeks, making sure she caught the whole ejaculate. She savored the texture and flavor, whilst being aware of Ginny's loins, out of control, twisting and shuddering heavily. Her moans and cries stressed the ecstasy of her climax.

As Ginny slowly subsided, with Jo keeping her mouth gently suckling the vaginal mouth, and surrounding petals of flesh, catching every drop of delicious nectar. Ginny's ejaculation was usually a series of little trickles of vaginal juices, but today she was aware of it actually coming in spurts as each spasm expelled them.

Jo relished the taste of Ginny in her mouth for several seconds, rolling her tongue round until she finally swallowed. She had never even thought of tasting vaginal juices before, let alone drink them. The experience was absolutely divine. She couldn't describe the taste. Delicate. Slightly salty, rather like sperm but sweeter. Herbs! But which one? Who cares - it's delicious! Mmm!

Jo slowly extracted her fingers from the rear passage, delighted that it had activated the orgasm simmering in her loins. Jo's other fingers quietly toyed with the clitoris, waiting for Ginny's breathing returned to normal.

After a few minutes of relishing the moment of supreme bliss, Ginny put her hands in Jo's armpits, lifting her to her feet.

'Sorry darling,' she whispered. 'I don't usually come so much.'

'It was delicious. Wonderful! My first taste of woman.' Jo giggled.

Their lips latched together hard, in a juice-smeared kiss, tongues lashing at each other. Ginny's hand dropped between Jo's thighs, fingers snaking between them to feel for the swollen vulva. Fingering the clit, aware of the new wave of lust sweeping through Jo, her fingers rubbed hard. There was moaning in her mouth, as Jo's body stiffened. Her other hand snaked behind Jo, between her buttocks, and drove straight into the rear passage.

Jo was unprepared for a second assault so soon. The combination of expert fingers on her clit and the invasion of her bum rocketed her into an unexpected, jolting loud gasping orgasm.

'Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Phew!'

Just the, a car door closed outside. Voices. Ginette's husband!

'Oh my God!'

'Quick!' A hand-full of tissues.

Ginny and Jo quickly re-dressed. A generous spray of air-freshener. Opening hand bags for mirror and lipstick. Swiftly applied. Hair patted into place. A quick squeeze of hands.

Joanne walked into her own office leaving the private office door ajar, leaving Ginette relaxing elegantly in the visitor chair, sipping her Martini.

Arthur came bustling in, full of apologies.

'Don't worry darling. Joanne has looked after me.'

'Thanks Jo,' he called out.

As they hurried out for their lunch, Ginny winked at Jo.

After several minutes of confused thought, sniffing at her fingers, remembering the unusual clitoris. The after-taste of sweet vaginal juices. The whole unexpected experience had been superb. A real eye-opener for Jo. She decided that she would find another woman to have sex with. And she knew just which one of her friends would be interested. She had already been carefully sounded out by her, but never responded. But it was different now! She had tasted - life!



Sex and the Office Ch. 09



 (My first story of Shula, and her disappointing experiences at the company conference, encouraged one reader to ask for a sequel. So here it is.)

After the company conference in the Midlands, Shula had driven back home in her red mini. She has a reputation of being one of the worst drivers of all time; no-one willingly sat in the passenger seat with her. She drove her car with the same professional aggression she used at the office, keeping up a stream of loud verbal abuse, which she hurled indiscriminately at other road users. Unfortunately, she had Mrs Yates with her. Unfortunate for Mrs Yates that is. She was more than nervous. She kept her eyes closed tight most of the time, concentrating on the memory of the early morning unbelievable sex with Tony.

One of Shula's high expectations of the conference, was the hope of finally losing her virginity. A dream she had almost succeeded in achieving with Tony, after a couple of false starts. Shula was nearly thirty years of age and still a virgin. Nothing had ever entered her vaginal passage! Well, except her finger. It was unbelievable. But just as she had finally overcome her fear of being penetrated, they had been interrupted at the crucial time by Mrs Yates banging on Tony's hotel room door. Shula made a hurried escape, but what she didn't know, was that Mrs Yates had taken what Shula had missed out on. A good fuck with Tony to start the day.

Well, it would have been a shame to have wasted that erection, fuck-ready for Shula. The first fuck Mrs Yates had had in several years, since becoming a widow. Having stolen a glance at Tony's erect penis, her mouth turned dry. Tony noticed the interest in her face and the greed in her eyes. So when he lifted her dress, pulling her knickers to one side, he felt her hairy vulva and explored the slippery labia before penetrating the wet, plump vagina. She didn't resist. She was mesmerized and more than a little over-awed by the sublime experience. She had closed her eyes, letting the fingers play with her pussy, and wallowed in the lovely sensations in her groin as the penis filled her, until it culminated in a wonderful orgasm. Her buttocks and thighs had shaken and lurched. At the age of fifty-five, she never expected to have a cock inside her ever again. It just goes to show, she thought. Then she felt guilty!

After Shula's mother had died, leaving everything to her only daughter, Shula had found the family home too much for one person. She eventually sold it for a good price, and bought a small, but luxurious two-bed apartment in a fashionable modern block in a fashionable suburb of the town. She had enjoyed re-decorating. Choosing her favorite warm colors. Heavy beautiful brocade drapes. Expensive duvet on her Queen-size bed. Fully fitted kitchen. But still lonely! Mrs Yates came in two afternoons a week to clean, and regarded Shula almost as her own daughter. She was protective of her. Which was why she kept her eye on her goings-on at the conference, even though Shula was old enough to know what she was doing. Even so, all the men in the office were married, horny buggers! After only one thing. No! She wanted Shula to settle down with a nice bachelor. Save herself for him.

Even before the accident had disfigured her face rather badly, Shula knew that was not pretty in the conventional sense. She usually wore a carefully arranged, sensible blonde hair-do, which had a habit of getting a bit unkempt when she was in a panic. Which was often. Her mood could usually be judged by the state of her hair. She had pale blue eyes, a slightly twisted and upturned snub nose and a somewhat protruding lower jaw. It gave her a pugnacious, almost bull-dog look. Shula always dressed smartly and wore expensive perfume. She was all of five feet seven inches tall, but her slim figure was more like that of a young boy, really, with few noticeable curves.

To compensate for her lack of traditional femininity, Shula had developed a forceful personality with men . She shared jokes with them when appropriate and drank halves of best mild beer in the local pub after work. No one knew of any boyfriends or admirers; she just wasn't that sort of person. In those days, decent ladies never swore in company, but Shula did. Often! So she was just one of the lads. She was called Angel-tits Shula behind her back. That was not very nice, but in fact, the staff had pet names for all the secretaries; Sexy Sheila, Ravishing June, Big Bum Barbara, Fornicating Fiona, and so on.

Following her father's death from a heart attack in his forties, Shula lived at home with her widowed mother. After the funeral, she and her mother were comforted by the compassionate priest who had led the service. They were persuaded to come to his church the following Sunday to pray for their departed father. It often comforted the bereaved, he explained. So they did. It was not the sort of religious service Shula had been brought up to expect. For a start, there were no pews as such. People stood around informally. And it was much noisier. The congregation became almost manic at times, crying out the name of the Lord, seeking his blessing. They hugged one another in friendship. The preachers were all dressed in white robes. The congregation sang modern hymns at the tops of their voices. It was more like a celebration than a formal religious service.

Shula came to be under the spell of the priest. He was plausible and persuasive. Kind and sympathetic. At her mother's insistence, she would visit him for private tuition twice each week, listening to his arguments for admiring the body, and through the body, to reach out for Christ. He was hoping to persuade the naive, nineteen year old virgin, that to become a bride of Christ was, he explained, the ultimate honor for any young lady. He was very patient. There was never any attempt by him to molest her in any of these lessons, though it eventually became necessary during the tuition for him to expose his genitals to her. It was her first sight of a fully developed penis at such close quarters. Shula's eyes widened at the sight of it.

It really was a beautiful penis. Smooth and unblemished as alabaster. The mauve colored head half covered by the foreskin. She was impressed. Well, it was a holy one after all! Hard and stiff, ready to be worshiped. The priest explained that it was his penance to have an almost permanently erect phallus, in God's name. Only after the holy act of fornication was he allowed a brief respite from the stiffness, he said. Shula would believe anything! It was an embarrassment to him at times, he explained, but it was His will that it should be so. To be always ready to perform God's will. The pubic curls were like interlaced strands of gold. Glittering in the sunlight, they produced a halo glowing round the base of his penis. A truly holy weapon. Shula fell in love the penis - the idol of God. Mankind's supreme power.

There was never any threat in any of these lessons. During one of them, having carefully examined the solid, pale shaft, crazed with light blue veins, Shula asked how it was possible for such a thick shaft to penetrate the small orifice of a woman. Although she had watched fornication between her parents at a distance, she was ignorant of the means of penetration.

'Show me,' he said softly. Of course, the time had to come when she had to show him her own genitals. But she had no worries about it. It was no different to having the doctor examine you. She gladly removed her knickers and skirt to expose her own sparse blonde curls and wrinkled, pink folds to his examination. Untouched and unpenetrated. He reached forward, opened her thighs wide, bending her knees to get a clear view. Her anatomy was examined with great delicacy and seriousness. Gently parting the thin pale labia, he peered into the now wet orifice. The tiny petals of pink flesh surrounded the opening to her tight vagina. It was trickling juices over her puckered bum. Utterly enchanting! He was moved by the innocence of it all. His cock was, of course, bursting with desire. But he must wait. He would relish taking this maidenhead. But as events turned out, he didn't!

'There! Everything is normal.' he explained. 'Never be concerned about the secretions from your vagina,' he told her. 'That is one of God's masterstrokes. For it is that which allows the reception of the man's phallus. it is necessary to lubricate the passage, for ease of comfort and enjoyment. To allow the thick shaft to enter into your body. Don't worry, your folds of flesh will stretch and open out like petals to allow penetration without pain. These secretions are merely a sign that your body is ready for penetration. Ready to enter into the joy of holy copulation. And the small bud at the top will give you untold joy. It is one of the wonders of the world, given to us to admire and cherish'

Then he asked her if she played with herself? Blushing at the admission, she nodded. 'Sometimes,' she murmured. She had been warned by her mother not to touch herself 'down there', because it was unclean and sinful. Even so, her curiosity overcame her reluctance from time to time. Although she didn't penetrate her vagina, she enjoyed rubbing the little button which gave the tingling and the ultimate popping in her belly. She always felt guilty afterwards. More curiosity, of course, led her to explore the secret of her vagina later in life.

'That is no sin,' the vicar explained. 'It is a preparation for you to learn how to enjoy the holy union when the time comes. To reach out for blessed fulfillment.' Shula was worried that he might ask if she would demonstrate. But he didn't. He sensed her embarrassment, and merely gazed longingly at her open groin, relishing the sight of the focus of every woman's secret happiness.

One evening, shortly following her first showing of her vulva, the vicar told Shula that she was ready to see the holy spirit leave him, which would be his part in the culmination of the act of worship. He sat open legged before opening the folds of his robe. She was asked to study his ready penis in detail. Encouraged to pay homage by planting a kiss on the tip of the holy staff. It was, naturally, thick and hard. She learned about the testicles and their part in the sexual cycle. 

'Thy staff and rod, they comfort me,' he explained, 'is an indication by implication that the Bible clearly expects mankind to seek and enjoy comfort from the erect penis.'

With mouth open in admiration, Shula watched him slowly work his shaft up and down in his palm, showing her the working of the foreskin, explaining the significance of the movement. Encouraged by him, she took hold of it herself, copying his movement. His calmness began to desert him as his loins twitched and jerked. The spasms became more pronounced, his breathing labored. 'Now,' he gasped, 'you are about to witness the coming of the Holy Spirit.' His groin muscles tightened, the buttocks flexed. 'Watch the result of that stimulation of the penis.' Shula stared in awe as the jets of starchy liquid suddenly spurted from the end of it. Each jerk of his loins gushed forth squirts of it, spraying over her wrist and arm, until the muscular spasms subsided. It was a sight she would never forget.

During the journey home from the conference, Shula was day-dreaming of that first ejaculation she had ever seen. Wondering what he become of the young priest. After she found him fucking her mother, she stopped going to the church. Recalling these past events, Shula wasn't paying particular attention to her driving. Then, it all happened so quickly. She came too fast into the sharp bend on a newly graveled road. Slamming on her brakes made matters worse and the mini skidded across the road, tyres squealing, ending in the ditch. Not being the sort of mamby-pamby person to wear seat belts, Shula's head smashed into the steering wheel, knocking her unconscious, and splitting open her face and breaking her nose, which was the cause of her present disfigurement. 

Fortunately Mrs Yates was fastened in, and cushioned from the impact by a commodious bag on her lap. After struggling out of the car with some difficulty, she saw, by a stroke of good fortune that there was a telephone kiosk close by. She dialed 999 and called for the ambulance and the police. Ever a pious lady, with a firm religious upbringing, Mrs Yates truly believed that this was her retribution for having succumbed to the weakness of the flesh with Tony that very morning, and, what was worse, having enjoyed the experience. She blamed herself.

During her stay in hospital, Shula was visited on several occasions by Tony, who lifted her spirits and gave her some belief in the future. They eventually managed to laugh together. Talk always turned to sex. It seemed all they thought about! It was during one of these visits that Shula bemoaned her fate to remain chaste.

'I was never particularly beautiful,' she admitted, 'but now I'm positively ugly. Who ever would want to make love to this ugly being?'

Tony poo-pooed the idea. 'When you're out of here, I shall come for dinner and we'll end up in your bed, we'll fuck all night.'

'Oh no! Thanks Tony, but I don't want sympathy sex.'

'Okay Shula. Well, how about anonymous sex?'

He explained to her about dogging. She didn't believe it at first. But he swore it was true. He knew of a special place where doggers frequently met. He would buy her a mask to hide her disfigurement, and take her to a secluded spot, known among a select few. There, he promised, she could get fucked for the sake of it. No sympathy. Just greedy sex. No silly love nonsense. There she would lose her unwanted virginity. Not out of sympathy, but because others were more than willing to take it from her. Shula though it was a big joke at first, putting it down as Tony's attempt to amuse her. But gradually she warmed to the idea. Just a fuck. No commitment beyond offering your body for sex.

So, Tony was surprised when Shula told him during one visit, that she liked the idea. 'Providing you can guarantee that it's all perfectly civilized,' she insisted. 'And I can leave straight away if I don't like it.'

'Of course! No-one will make you do anything you don't want. And I can certainly vouch for the people who frequent this place,' he promised. She seemed satisfied by his reassurance.

As soon as Shula was out of the hospital, they would make their plans. It had been agreed that Tony would meet her in a local public house. After one quick drink each, they took Tony's car to drive onto the moors. It wasn't yet nine o'clock. Shula put on her furry cat face mask to hide the ugly scars on her face. It felt lovely. Not only did it hide her scars. The mask hid her person as well. She realized that it turned her into an anonymous being. All mental inhibitions melted behind the mask. It was as if her real self was hiding behind it. Shula found it so liberating, not being herself. To do whatever she pleased without any responsibility.

After a short distance, Tony turned into a gap in the hedgerow which led into a small glen, surrounded by gorse-covered hillocks. Shula looked round. There were already three other cars gathered in the valley. Signs of sexual activity were already evident in two of them, with a group of three guys watching. Looking more closely, she noticed that they all had their cocks in their hands. She smiled at the thought of cock, closed her eyes, lying back into the seat, enjoying the warmth of the evening sun.

'You okay?' Tony asked softly, his hand lightly stroking her blouse front. Her nipples were already arouse at the anticipation of sex. 'Sure you want to go through with it?'

'Yea,' she murmured. She had thought of nothing else for days. And a light shiver trickled through her body. She felt Tony slowly unbutton her blouse. She hadn't bothered with a bra. Her small boyish breasts required no support. Besides, she enjoyed the touch of silk moving against her chunky nipples. Tony took the straps of the blouse, easing it away from her shoulders to expose her breasts. At the same time, she felt his other hand stroking the inside of her right thigh, just above the knee. Her short skirt did nothing to impede his hand from having the freedom of her upper thighs.

Oh yes! That was so nice! Her mouth was rather dry with nerves. Her breathing was a bit heavy. She was tussling with her thoughts. Shula was determined not to lose her bottle this time. After all those years of self-imposed, though reluctant, virginity, she was determined to end that silly state. But something niggled in the back of her mind even so. She was uneasy about offering her body to strangers. Yet, she was unable to offer it to friends! No! This was it. She was desperate to end her fear of fucking.

Then she turned her head to look out of her window to see what the others were doing. Oh my God! She was startled to see a guy standing facing her by the open window. His stiff cock was sticking from his trousers. Shula gasped at the unexpected sight. His fingers were working the foreskin back and forth over the bloated head. She swallowed, her eyes glued to the sight. Knickers dragged to one side, strange fingers were now toying with her labia. She was leaking freely. The fingers were rubbing the sticky juices overr her clitoris and inner vulva. Her own fingers were teasing the left nipple, encouraging it to swell. She was tingling with lust. All sense of sobriety was gone. Her body was aflame with sexual hunger. As if on cue, the passenger window began to slide open, allowing the cock to move closer. It was almost touching her lips. She could smell the unmistakable scent of cock. It was intoxicating! Oh yes! She wanted it! But had she the courage?

Reaching over, she was incapable of resisting the urge to touch the wonderful idol. It was so beautiful! Her fingers trailed along the length, feeling the throbbing warmth. Gazing at the prominent blue veins breaking the smoothness, her fingers touched the skin. Reaching the base, Shula curled her thumb and fingers round the shaft, slowly pulling it up and down, gazing in fascination as the foreskin slid back and forth over the angry-looking head. Awesome! Wonderful! She looked at the pubic hair, dark and curly. It brought back memories of seeing her father's stiff cock as it pulled away from her whimpering mum. Sticky and angry-looking. 

Shula had woken up to hear her mother moaning in the next room. It had scared her. The bed creaked heavily in the next room. There was a lot of bumping. Although she was scared, she was curious. Creeping to her parent's bedroom door, she looked through the crack. Her mother gave a stifled wailing cry. Painful! Almost a scream. Lying naked, face down on the bed, her father was lying on her bouncing up and down, grunting loudly. 'You're killing me!' her mother cried into the pillow.

Shula had thought he was really hurting her, so agonizing was the cry. And when he rolled off, she saw this enormous, angry looking thing sticking up out of his belly. In her young mind, she'd thought he'd tried to murder her with it. She was terrified. Creeping back into bed, she cried. It happened once or twice after that. Her mum always ended up wailing and giving these stifled cries. Shula could never understand why my dad wanted to hurt her. She never ever told anybody. Now, of course, she realized what a glorious object it was. And what ecstasy and agony an orgasm could be. But it had put her off allowing herself to be penetrated.

Then, suddenly, the cock lunged forward at her, bringing her back to the present. Shula opened her mouth without a thought, allowing the hard cock to slide into her hot mouth.

Heavenly!

As she concentrated on the sensation of her mouth-filled cock, another hand grasped her wrist, guiding her fingers to another shaft of stiff flesh, wrapping it round the girth. She started to work it up and down as she sucked the first cock, now fucking her mouth slowly and sensuously. Behind her, fingers were still exploring her vulva, now dripping with anticipation. Searching her vagina. Different fingers. Hey! Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Tony, the rotter, had slipped out of the car to encourage a third man to grope her pussy. Glorious! She didn't care! She was loving it! More! More, she thought, closing her eyes, lost in the sheer lascivious feeling coursing through her body. Fingers were actually penetrating her private passage. Her dripping vagina. Searching for the secret hidden between her thighs, enclosed in folds of flesh.




Sex and the Office Ch. 09



Meantime, Tony had offered the newcomer his seat in the car. A middle-aged man with a short thick cock. He quickly took edvantage of the naked buttocks and exposed pussy. Tony had seen a new car drive in. His eye was on the newcomer to the glade of sex. A buxom blonde. As she came to a stop, the window slid open and within seconds, her blouse was open and her other hand had reached up her skirt into the dark mystery lurking between her thighs. Tony unzipped his trousers as he approached the open window, withdrawing his erect cock. He knew others would soon join him. He reached inside to fondle the heavy breasts.

When Shula came up for air, she was facing the second cock she was masturbating. A large bent brute! Heavily veined. But the head was fairly small. The dark colored testicles, covered in pubic curls, were shriveled and tight, drawn up to the groin. Fascinating! As she studied the shape and feel of the magnificent shaft, it started to lurch. The hips jerked, the muscles clawing desperately for the elusive trigger to release the tension building up in his testicles, to an unbearable pitch. Here eyes were glued to the eye of the cock. She heard him moaning. Wanting! Waiting! Thrusting! Then, with a final lurch, a stream of sperm suddenly spat out, splashing her chin and dribbling down her nipples. A second. A third and fourth jet showered her shoulders and breast. Delicious sperm! Oh my God! Such a lot of it. She ran her tongue over the dripping cock. Tasting the juice. Scrumptious!

Then, the car door was opened. Someone grasped Shula by the right thigh, swinging her legs out of the car. Helped by several hand, she was pulled up from the seat, turned over until her shoulders rested on the open window, bottom jutting out, legs open. Her knickers were no longer where they should be. They were somewhere in the car she thought. Her short skirt was hoisted up around her waist to expose the narrow bare buttocks. The thin pale labia, soft and wet. Her secret place, hidden between her thighs, constantly eager to be discovered by fingers not her own. And now hands were exploring them, greedy fingers probing, searching for the entrance to her wet vagina. When she felt the hardness of a cock pressing against her crack, her mind panicked. 'Oh bloody hell!' she thought. 'I'm going to get fucked. Oh Christ!' Which, of course, was the whole purpose of her being there.

Now the moment had arrived, she pushed the fear to the back of her mind. Nothing to be afraid of, she told herself. She was determined to go through with it. Her virginity was unwanted. He vagina was about to be penetrated for the very first time. But, feeling of the head of the cock nudging at the mouth of her vagina, she gasped. She flinched. 'Oh God! This is it,' she thought, tensing every nerve in her body. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes closed. The cock was stretching her vagina. Pushing! Forcing its way inside. Tight! Stretching! Filling her! YES! Oh my God! This isn't me, she thought. It's someone else. Just a body. Desperate to be discovered.

'Fucking tight,' she heard a voice say. Followed by a chuckle from the others.

'Fuck it hard,' was the urgent demand from one of them.

The cock stretched her more, forcing her vagina apart, filling it as Shula had never felt it filled before. She clenched her muscles, bracing herself for the pain. But there was no pain. Wow! Just a wonderful feeling of relief. And as the cock started to slide slowly in and out of her well-oiled passage, to the fullest depth, thankful that she was a heavy lubricator, Shula rejoiced! 'Hallelujah! I'm being fucked,' she cried out to herself. 'Really, really fucked!' And the cock really started to pound at her as she exulted at every stoke. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' she cried in rhythm to the fucking, pushing her buttocks back against the intruder. Gasping moans and squeals matched the rhythm of the cock.

Her mind stood still. Time ceased. All she was aware of was the beautiful sensation filling her whole body. Every nerve was tingling with excitement. Her whole being reveled in the feeling. It was what her body craved. Here it comes! Oh my God! She was shaking uncontrollably. Her buttocks lurched, belly reeled! Her thighs shuddered. Knees turned to jelly. Oh my God! She cried out 'YES! Fuck! Fuck!' Orgasm after orgasm racked her loins. The cock was pounding into her. Faster and faster. More and more urgency. Aaargh! When it exploded inside her, she heard grunts of effort. But when it eventually withdrew, she felt a huge disappointment, feeling the cock slide from her. But her disappointment was short-lived. To her delight, another body stepped between her thighs, placing a stiff cock between her labia. It prodded its way into the narrow opening, pausing, once in position, before firmly penetrating the eager willing vagina. Shula gave a huge gasp of surprise, arching her back, as she was filled once again with wonderful, wonderful cock.

Giving herself completely to the onslaught on her vagina, eyes closed, Shula felt unbelievably fulfilled. At last! She was free! She allowed matters to take their course. A feeling of inebriation, utterly carefree. Deep moans rattled in her throat. Orgasms rippled through her loins. Not explosive ones. She'd had those. These were shudders of sheer joy. Unending glory! When, after a long energetic fuck, the second cock finally withdrew before ejaculating over her buttocks, it was replaced by a third cock. Oh my God! Again! Heavenly! It was out of this world. Nothing would stop her now. She knew she couldn't stop now. After all these years of sexual abstinence. It was too mind-blowing. And now she knew where to come for a satisfying evening of sex. Unlimited cock. Thank God for Tony!

Shula had no idea how long she had been there. Well over an hour. Maybe two. She remembered a smiling Tony helping her back into the car, giving her a light kiss. He didn't say anything. There was no need. They both knew what a mind-blowing experience it had been for Shula. She was conscious of a swollen, rather tender vulva as she drifted off to sleep in the passenger seat.

When she awoke, she was in her own bed. Tony had carried her into her apartment, undressed her and tucked her in. She put a tentative palm over her vulva, wondering if it would feel different. It didn't! Just relaxed and content.