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Weekend Work

By: drawer



Jeremy gulped as he walked up the brick path to his boss's front door. He'd been having a morning muffin and coffee while reading the review of the Friday Night Football game when the phone in his pocket had begun to ring.

"Jeremy, its Rachel, do you have the Spencer file with you?" he heard his new Section Head say when he answered. 

Rachel had been with them for a month. He wasn't sure how old she was, certainly older then his 23 years, because her teenage daughter had just left home to go to Uni. He'd thought she was a real hardarse but hadn't quite worked her out yet. She looked all prim and proper, always wearing a variety of suit jackets and skirts with white or pastel blouses, which hinted at a pretty impressive rack for a woman with such a small frame. And yet there was something about her. Maybe it was the stockings she wore. Not plain ones like the other women wore but ones with black patterns woven through them or coloured. Like she tried to look all cool and respectable but there was something simmering underneath. 

And then there was that conversation he had overheard when he was in the storeroom. Rachel had been in the adjoining room talking on the phone.

"Sorry, can't do it Jill, Gordon is coming to visit this weekend"

"Well just because we're not married anymore doesn't mean he stops being Chloe's father."

"Where he usually stays, at my place."

"No, not on the couch."

"Because just because we can't stand to live together doesn't mean we don't love to fuck. If he hadn't been so good in bed I would have divorced him long before I did."

Jeremy couldn't believe it; round the office she had already attracted the nickname Ice Queen. He had gone home that night and as he lay alone in his bed had thought about Rachel, her ex and what she was hiding under those austere suits. He soon found himself fantasying about her and what she would be doing with her ex that coming weekend. He soon substituted his face for the unknown ex and began to wank off as he imagined what they might be up to. It had become an often-repeated fantasy, replacing the one with the woman he meets in the fruit section of the supermarket. 

And now here he was, walking up to her front door on a Saturday morning. His balls tightened involuntarily.

As I approached the front door it was obvious from the amount of empty paint tins and building refuse that a loss of renovating had been taking place. When Rachel opened the front door he was shocked by the change in her appearance. The usual sombre professional business suit had been replaced by a man's old flannelette shirt tied off at the front and a pair of raggedly cut off denim jeans that would have done Daisy Duke proud. From 9 to 5 to The Dukes of Hazard, he thought.

"Come in Jeremy", she said, a slight smile on her face. As she turned and walked away he couldn't help but notice the gorgeous arse projecting from the back of the short-shorts.

"Who's the dancer?" he inquired, referring to the many dancing trophies around the walls.

"Oh they're my daughter's," she replied. "Unfortunately you can't be a professional dancer with a body like this," she said, making an indication to the well filled shirt. "I still teach class occasionally, when the regular can't make it."

As he followed her, taking in the strong curves of her calves and thighs she turned to indicate a paper covered dining table. Leave the file there please and come and help me with something.

She led him into what must have been the master bedroom. A step ladder was in the doorway and beyond that he could see a large bed had been pulled out from the wall and sat centred by the door.

"I'm painting." She explained unnecessarily. "I just need to finish this wall off above the doorway, but it's a wobbly old ladder. Will you hold the ladder for me?" she enquired.

"Certainly.' He placed one hand on the ladder and stepped aside to allow her to mount the ladder.

On reaching the third rung she turned her head, "Can you grab hold now? This is a really wobbly old thing."

Jeremy reached round to grasp the other side. It placed his nose at an uncomfortably close position to her pert arse. As she continued her climb Jeremy looked up at her barely covered behind. Looking up he could look up the leg of the home cut off denims. The tight centre seam had moved to the left, the gap leaving her white lace panties on open display. A few wispy blonde hairs had escaped the confines of the pants. He longed to reach up and tuck them back in for her. He could see the outline of her lips pressed against her pants and his tongue ached to reach out and trace a path between them.

"Are you OK down there?" Rachel's enquiry jolted him from his reverie. "You're awfully quiet down there." 

"Fine thanks, just thinking about a possible merger deal," he replied.

As Rachel continued Jeremy found himself leaning up the ladder towards her pussy. His right foot mounted the bottom rung as he tried to stealthily close in on her crotch of her shorts. Looking closely, he thought he saw her panties beginning to darken with moisture. He took a deep breath in through his nose, trying to catch a hint of her scent. He thought he had captured the faintest hint of her arousal.

"Surely she must be aware of what I am doing? What I am seeing? What I am feeling? The effect she is having on me?"

His nose was leading him up the ladder. His left foot began to imperceptibly leave the ground as he continued to stretch toward her madenly elusive pussy. His hands took up the load as his weight shifted upward. He continued to strain upward towards her.

Suddenly Rachel seemed to twist or turn and was plummeting towards him.

He proved this is hands forward and up to catch her. His left hand managed to enter firmly on the right breast was his right next to completely and ended up somewhere behind her. She fell onto him and the Kingston making him stay backwards. The momentum pushed the backwards and when backs of his legs met the bed he tumbled backwards onto it.

He lay there for several seconds, recovering from the shock and suddenly realised where his left hand was situated. Mortified, he tried to move and excuse himself to Rachel. However he found he could not release her and she merely smiled perplexingly at its awkward protestations.

"Its fine Jeremy", she said in a husky voice as he tried to extricate his hand from her breast.

She wiggled down the length of him and Jeremy breathed with relief as her breast was finally removed from his cupped hand. His relief was quickly replaced with shock as she knelt on the floor and lifted up his chocolate brown cashmere sweater. Rachel growled appreciatively at the tiger stripe of hair that descended from his navel to a place below his waist. She gently poked out her tongue and daintily lapped at the hair.

The shock of electricity that went through Jeremy then was nothing compared to how he felt as her hand moved to unbuckle his belt. He could feel the furnace of her hot breath on his stomach as she undid his button and fly.

"Uuuum." Rachel growled in appreciation of the prominent shaft that strained in outline against his white cotton trunks.

The fingers of both her hands reached up and drew down his trunks. Her head came forward as she licked him from the base of his cock, just above his balls, right along the underside, up and over the crown of his purpley bulb to the eye of his quivering cock, a drop of pre cum glistening there like a teardrop. She greedily lapped it up. She wanted to lick him again. Take his cock into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. She wanted to lick it like an ice cream cone but rightly judged that this young man was ready to come on a hair trigger.

Instead she struggled out of her sodden panties and shorts and crawled up onto the bed. She straddled his legs and began to crawl on her hands and knees along them. Her eyes where zeroed in on his. His eyes were completely enthralled by the site of her closely shaven pussy advancing towards his cock.

Jeremy's head moved up and forward to meet Rachel's lips as she paused her journey. She rust gently shook her head and moved back. She rose up her hips as she grasped the base of Jeremy's cock and pulled it back to point up at her juicy wet hole. She paused, and then slowly, delightfully, enticingly, lowered herself down along the length of his whimpering shaft. She paused then and allowed her inner muscles to hold and grasp the now fully buried cock.

Jeremy struggled up onto his elbows and began to reach out to hold her close. He wanted to hold her, possess her, but she merely pushed him back onto the bed with another shake of her head.

She began to ride him now. Gliding up and down along him. 

"Grab my tits!" she commanded. "Play with them. You can't pinch my nipples too hard!"

Jeremy reached up to obey, his thumb and forefinger rolling her pouting nipples between them.

Meanwhile Rachel had reached down with her own right hand to the apex of her slit. She found her clit, standing proud from under its protective hood. She circled it. Her first and second fingers massaging her outer lips. Harder and harder in response to Jeremy's fingers pinching at her nipples.

She rode him faster now. Faster and harder. Jeremy's arse-cheeks clenched as he strove to meet her. They were pounding into each other now. Rachel's fingers brushed faster and faster against her clit as she threw her head back and began to groan. Her left hand grasped Jeremy's right, digging in her nails, urging him to claw at her breasts.

Jeremy finished, his cum a hot geyser in Rachel's pussy and Rachel finished soon after, riding his still hard cock.

Rachel climbed off Jeremy and the bed. He sauntered over to the hatstand in the corner and wrapped the black satin robe that was hanging off it around her. She turned as she tied the sash of her robe and viewed Jeremy, lying on the bed, looking at her adoringly.

"You're fantastic", he told her. "Come here", he said, patting the bed, a dopey grin on his face.

"Sorry", she replied, "I've got to finish that paint job and then start on the file you brought over.

"But ... I thought we could spend the day together. You know, in bed."

"Jeremy, you're a sweet boy, but sorry."

"Maybe I could call you later. We could go out for dinner," he pleaded.

"Jeremy, don't you ever call me. Ever, get it," she instructed. "Now, don't get upset," she urged, seeing the broken look on his face. "You're a good boy, and good at what you do," she said, softening her lips to allow a smile. "Now don't worry, we'll spend some time together again. I like you. And to keep on top of my game, I need to occasionally, take the edge off. And I can help you. I'll make sure you get the right advice, make the right contacts, get ahead," she told him gently. "Now get dressed and go and I'll call you or see you at work on Monday."

She walked out of the room through a door opposite the bed. Jeremy saw her close the door and heard a shower begin to run. Dejectedly he climbed back into his clothes. He thought about trying the door, seeing if she had locked it or not, but decided against it. The hard tone in her voice had convinced him she meant what she said.

He carefully closed the front door and walked down the garden path. As he opened the gate leading out into the lonely street he heard his phone go off. He took it from his pocket and saw he had a new message. It was Rachel's number. He opened the message and smiled.

"I need u, now."

He closed the gate and hurriedly made his way back up the path, his cock already hardening. 

Weekend Work: Her Story



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This is the second installment of a two-part story. The first is told from the point of view of the husband. Here are the same events, as experienced by her.

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Weekend Yard Work: Her Story

As if the stress of my deadline wasn't enough, I heard my husband start up the lawn mower. After being married for so many years, he should know that when I park myself in front of my computer on a perfectly sunny summer Saturday, it is not for my own amusement. As a freelance journalist, a deadline is a deadline. But what was I going to do? As long as the noise of the mower was rolling through the basement window to where I was trying to work, I simply couldn't concentrate. Given the situation, there was only one thing to do: look at porn.

It would take my husband a good 20-30 minutes to mow and rake the yard, so I knew I would have my uninterrupted privacy. Overall, he was pretty good about letting me have my personal office set up in the basement. He never came down, and gave me plenty of time and space to work. The privacy was so complete, that more than once, I'd set aside my current writing project and taken a few minutes to watch porn.

Honestly, I had never watched porn online until I found a site on his laptop. I hadn't meant to find it. I was cooking one day and needed to look up a recipe really quick. I was already in the middle of cooking, with food on the stove, and just needed to check one detail. His laptop was right there on the kitchen table where he'd left it; my computer was all the way in the basement. He wouldn't mind if I just checked real quick, right? Besides, it was for his dinner!

So as I began typing in his browser, it auto-completed a website I had never heard of. I had accidently already hit enter, when I realized my mistake. Too late. I found a searchable collection of XXX videos. Shocked and embarrassed, I closed it and looked up my recipe. But I am a curious person by nature—thus why I became a journalist—and it wasn't long before I returned to his laptop and really investigated.

I found that I really enjoyed the amateur category, especially couples, because they reminded me of my own sex life with my husband. I could easily insert myself into the scenes. I had pulled up one, which was about 15 minutes long. It had a couple, about our age, whom I found attractive. I clicked it on.

As I started watching the couple on my computer screen, I started becoming aroused. I couldn't help caressing my breasts. It felt good to gently squeeze and then lightly pinch my nipples. They hardened, and poked through the thin fabric of my weekend t-shirt. I began to feel the tingle and warmth between my legs. 

Just then I realized that the mower had stopped. I paused and listened. I couldn't hear anything from outside. Maybe he had started raking, I guessed. I listened for the door to see if he'd come into the house, but didn't hear anything. So I continued. 

My hands slid over the fabric of my t-shirt, stimulating my breasts. This was always how I'd start, teasing myself, knowing that I was getting wetter between my legs. I loved rolling my thumb over my nipples, then pinching and giving a light tug. This caused an electric shock to run down my spine. I felt warm and tingly all over. 

I knew I had teased myself enough, and let my right hand slide down. I unsnapped my shorts, then slipped my hand between my legs, over the triangle of curls, and lightly skimming over the soft petals of my sex.

By instinct, my legs parted to accept my hand. My back arched, tilting my pelvis to an angle of friction. Even lightly touching my clitoris, I felt how swollen and eager it was to be stimulated. It had been such a stressful week, and this project was right up against the deadline. My editor was counting on me, and I had been pushing myself to get it in shape to submit. I had been under so much focus and worry on this project that I hadn't even touched myself or had sex that week. Touching my body at last made me realize how long it had been and how pent up I really was.

No turning back, I pulled off my t-shirt, and yanked down my shorts. Then I resumed watching porn on my computer, letting my finger glide up and down, feeling my own wetness, and pausing just briefly to flirt with my clitoris. A slow circle of my finger sent shivers running through me. Then I let my finger dip down, entering my warmth and wetness. It slid in easily, and made me wiggle and squirm in my chair. My body was aching to be penetrated, and I was holding back that moment as long as I could stand it.

Finally, I allowed my finger to slip inside, all the way in, and then out again, still making myself want it even more. I knew I was turned on, but I was surprised by my own wetness. My finger was coated in my own sticky juices. It gleamed in the faint light of the basement and dusty light filtering in from the small window. I couldn't help but taste it. I was tangy and even a bit salty. 

I wondered if that was how I tasted to my husband, and that made me think of tasting him, having his cock in my mouth, and its salty taste. I was getting carried away, sucking on my own finger, recalling how I would suck on his cock, as the moans and groans of the couple having sex on my computer played.

I was really getting worked up, and pulled my spit-coated finger from my mouth and pushed it up inside myself. I closed my eyes in pleasure. It felt so good to begin to move it slowly in and out. With my other hand, I rubbed my sensitive clitoris. This is how my body liked it. One finger wasn't enough, so I slipped in a second. That was it. That felt wonderful. I moaned with pure bliss.

My two fingers were filling me as my other hand continued to circle my clitoris. I could feel the waves of pleasure radiating from my sex. It felt wonderful, but it wasn't going to get me off, at least not like I wanted. I had been too stressed, and even though my fingers knew what my body normally wanted—what my body wanted at that moment was the sensation only a vibrator could deliver. I knew my little pink rocket would go the trick.

I fetched the key from my desk, and went to my filing cabinet. In the bottom shelf, behind my old files, I keep a small cardboard box. Call me sentimental, but in it are all the love letters my husband wrote me when we were dating, a few photos, and a few of my most personal and private sexual items. 

The pink vibrator is one I retrieve from the box fairly often. Sometimes I've even left it in my desk drawer, and sometimes in my purse. Once I came back to my desk and realized I'd left it out in plain sight. Either my husband had never noticed, or wasn't comfortable saying anything. Our sex life was normal enough, I felt, but even then, there were still things we didn't really share with each other.

Sometimes I felt guilty for sneaking masturbation sessions behind his back. I assumed he took care of his own needs on his own. We never really talked about it. I had always wanted to talk about it, but feared that he'd see my vibrator as a "replacement" for him. Men can be sensitive like that, though they'd never admit it. So, I'd never mentioned it. 

Instead, as I'd done before, I took the pink vibrator to my chair, eased back, and pressed it to my eagerly awaiting body. My nerves, on cue, leapt to the tickle of the powerful vibrations. I teased my pussy lips, already wet with my own juices, before allowing the humming vibe to dial in on my clitoris. 

The sensations were powerful and immediate. My back arched, my eyes squeezed shut, almost unable to handle the intensity. My head was dizzy, and my muscles began to quiver. 

It was too much, and I couldn't leave it on my sensitive clit. To give myself some relief, but also a different type of pleasure, I slid the vibrator up inside of me, slowly, easily, imaging it was my husband. 

It didn't feel like a cock, though. It felt only like my vibrator. I enjoyed my vibrator, but it really wasn't a substitute. Even though my body had reached a floating level of bliss, my mind was feeling the desire for something harder, faster, deeper, thicker. I was wanting more.

I had half-opened my eyes again to watch the porn on the screen, and that's when something caught my eye. A shadow crossed the window briefly, and I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my monitor. 

It was the figure of a man, outside the window. It had to be my husband. Who else could it be? I had just heard the mower—how long ago? Only a few minutes. It had to be him. But what was he doing? Spying on me? And was that... yes. It was. He was stroking his cock. 

I guess I should have been shocked, horrified, embarrassed. Instead, I was simply curious and turned on. I loved the idea of my man stroking his hard cock. Sometimes I'd even imagine that as I touched myself. It was a regular "go-to" fantasy of mine. 

How long had he been there? The whole time? I was too worked up to stop, and the idea of him seeing me added to the thrill. I had never been able to talk to him about this, but now... now I didn't need words. I could show him.

I took a deep breath to make sure I was really up for it. My body was still shaking and quivering, riding the first waves of what could build into a powerful orgasm. I knew what my body wanted. I knew I wanted to share this with my husband. I knew I might never get such an opportunity like this. I set aside my pink toy for a moment and reached for my secret box. 

Inside I found the new toy. I had ordered it online jus a couple weeks before. I had been too busy to even try it. I wasn't even sure if I'd like it. It was a huge 10" purple jelly dildo.

Sometimes when I would touch myself, I'd use two, even three fingers inside me. I loved the sensation of being stretched and filled. The penetration alone couldn't get me off, but that plus clitoral stimulation, and it sent me to the moon.

When I first saw the huge jelly dong, I giggled. My intellectual mind said: that's just silly. My body said: I want. It was on sale, and shipping was free... So, half on a whim, I couldn't help but click "buy," thinking, well, at least I could try it once.  

That was before the big assignment, and I had yet to give it a try. I guess now was my first, and maybe best, opportunity.

I eased back into my chair. If he was going to watch, I was going to give him a full view. I set my feet up on my desk, spread wide, offering myself fully to his lustful eyes. This was either going to really work, or really not work. There was no half way.

Now ready, eager, and waiting, I held the dildo with both hands. The jelly material was soft and squishy, like a half-erect penis. It was twice as think as my husband, and I wondered if I could really fit it in me. I knew I could stretch, but still, it felt so hefty as I held it and tried to position it at my entrance. 

I couldn't just slide it in like a finger or the small vibrator, so I began to rotate it, slowly, pressing down, trying to relax. I had overestimated my body's elasticity, or under estimated the girth of the toy. It wasn't going in. I pushed a little harder and tried to open my legs wider. It was more technical at that point than sexy, I was truly trying to get it inside me, becoming frustrated. The harder I pushed, he more the semi-erect dong was bending. Then, as if by magic, my body opened, and the fat head popped in. 

With that, I exhaled, and knew I had it. My body relaxed and slowly began to adjust to the fullness. I had never inserted anything so thick inside myself, but my body, already wet and half way into orgasm, was glad for the cock-shaped dildo. It seemed to swallow it, drawing it up toward my belly. I bit my lip in both pain and pleasure. 

Slowly, I pushed another inch in, and then another, and another until about half of the jelly dildo was in me. Now able to use just one hand one to work the dildo, I picked up my pink vibrator.

I was pretty sure that as soon as I flicked it on and touched my clitoris, I would begin to cum. I was so full, and so eager to let climax seize me. 

I couldn't help but watch the porn on my computer. As if in a dream, I saw the couple on the screen going at it hard. I felt the dildo sliding out of me and pushed it back in, and then realized my body had adjusted to it, and I could move in it and out easily. Doing so, made me feel like I was having sex. Other than actual intercourse, it was the closest to having sex I had ever felt.

Lost beyond conscious thoughts, I was moving the jelly dildo in and out of my, while holding the humming vibrator to my clit. I was swimming in a sea of pure pleasure. I was moving, or it was moving, or we were moving together. My hips were trying to push down on the toy, driving it so deep it hit my stomach. 

I could see the couple's bodies on my computer slapping together. More importantly I saw the reflection of my husband. He was slapping his cock hard now, fast. The faster he stroked, the harder I drove the dildo in and out of me. It slurped with each push and pull, the suction of my body was so tight. I could imagine the tension of the semen building in my husband's balls as I fucked myself harder and faster with the dildo. I was driving it to the hilt, imagining it the thrust of his hips, driving it home, grunting and slobbering over me, fucking me savagely, like an animal. 

I was hardly able to stay in my chair I was moving so much, flailing and fucking myself silly with the big jelly cock. I didn't know if he could hear, but I began to moan, so loud it echoed off the basement walls.

I loved it hard and fast. And rough. When I was the most turned on, I loved it when he'd force his whole weight on me, almost squeezing the wind out of me, and hold my hands over my head, pinning me below his body. I loved the sensation of being ravished, taken. 

As I watched his reflection, I could tell he was near. Picturing him spraying his cum all over the dusty basement window was too much. I started to cum, a deep internal orgasm, causing my muscles to contract so hard that I bean to squirt.

The jelly dildo was slippery and hard to hold, but I managed to give it a few more hard thrusts, as I watched the reflection of my husband clinch with orgasm as he shot his load.

I was breathing heavily, gasping for air, shaking and dripping with my orgasm. I had soaked my desk chair when I squirted. My two toys were also soaked. I turned off the vibrator and rested for a moment, letting my head stop spinning. I felt my muscles spasm inside me. I was still cumming, in after shocks like an earthquake. My skin was a sticky mess, damp and salty. 

I felt all the stress of the week dissipate. I knew I still had the deadline, but I knew that I'd get it done. My head was clear and my body at peace. 

Slowly, I pulled the dildo out of me and tried to stand. My knees were wobbly, but I managed to sway to the bathroom. As I washed my toys with soap and hot water, then rinsed and patted myself with a towel, I thought about my husband, tucking his drained cock back into his weekend work shorts. 

I heard the faint sound of the rake on the backyard lawn. He must have resumed his chores.

Having him watch me had gotten me off so much more than I had ever imagined. It was so erotically thrilling to know he was watching me work the dildo in and out of my wet body, having him see me bring myself to a powerful squirting orgasm. Having him time his orgasm to explode at the same time. It was as if we'd had sex, and yet it was also even more naughty. Like being caught doing something bad. 

It was so wrong to have him jerk off outside our house, watching me pleasure myself with two toys. What if the neighbors saw, I wondered. That idea seemed to excite me even more. Or what if it wasn't even my husband after all? These were dangerous thoughts. 

I didn't want to think them, in fear of where they could lead. But I knew, the next time I reached for my toys, they would be the starting point of my next fantasy. 



Weekend Work: Watching Her



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This is the first of a two-part story. Each story recounts the same event; this story told from his point of view, and the other story from her perspective. Pick your preference, or read both. Hope you enjoy, Annie O.
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Weekend Work: Watching Her

I had just mowed the lawn and was rounding the far corner of the house to fetch the rake, when I looked down through our basement window and saw my wife sitting at her computer. Normally, I wouldn't have given it a second glance, since my wife, a freelance journalist, spends most of her time in her "office" in our converted basement working at her computer. But what caught my eye was that she was looking at porn.

I crept to the window and peered in. After a couple of minutes, she eased back in her desk chair and let her left hand slide across her chest and slowly begin to caress. She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. They became hard, and poked through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. As she continued massaging her breasts with one hand, she lowered her right hand. She unsnapped her shorts and slipped her hand down inside--her legs spread a little and her back automatically arched to meet her touch.

For a moment, I considered coming into the house. Clearly, she was turned on and had sex on her mind. But somehow it seemed perfectly private--as if she was lost in her own moment, and needed no one's interruption.

She paused her caresses for a moment to pull off her t-shirt and wiggle out of her shorts. The sight of her naked, in front of her computer, watching porn, excited me. My cock began to harden and strain against my own shorts. I could not help but rub myself a little as I continued to gaze down through the window.

I have looked at online porn myself, I'll admit. I find it sexy and it turns me on almost immediately. Likewise, I had always hoped my wife would enjoy porn, and even share it with me. I even once went down to her computer to search the browser history, and hoped, secretly, to find that she'd visited some sexy sites. To my disappointment, it all seemed work related, and a few sites for cooking recipes. I had given up. Perhaps too easily. 

As the porn continued to play on her computer, she slid her finger up and down the length of her folds, stopping at her clit to let her finger circle for a moment. Then sliding her finger down, she began to squirm a little, teasing herself. Making herself ready. I watched as she dipped her finger inside her, just a little and pulled it out. The tip was wet and gleaming with her juices. She then slipped it into her mouth, and tasted her excitement. 

As she sucked her own finger, she coated it in saliva. Then she lowered her now lubricated finger and pressed it deep inside her. She began to work it in and out, rubbing her clitoris with her other hand. She began to moan as she added a second finger.

After a few minutes, she paused. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a key. Then she walked over to her filing cabinet, unlocked it, and pulled out the bottom drawer. Reaching far into the back, behind a stack of old files, she retrieved a cardboard box, about the size of a shoebox, the type that would arrive from Office Depot or Amazon and hold printer ink, or office supplies. From the box, she pulled out a slender pink vibrator. This surprised me. I had no idea she owned a vibrator. Although I had snooped on her computer, I had never dug through her work desk or unlocked any locked files. To me, that seemed to cross the line of privacy. Her workspace seemed as professional as any office.

Often she'd get shipments at our home. I never once questioned them. Maybe she had ordered more office paper, pens, blank media, books, or whatever else she used for her office. I never would have guessed in one of those boxes might have been the pink vibrator.

She eased back into her chair and gently pressed the toy to her glistening pussy, at first rubbing its tip up and down the length of her slit several times until settling in on her clit. She then arched back, her eyes shut. She began shaking and I could tell it was the start of the first of many small orgasms to come. Through the window, I could hear the buzzing of the vibrator. 

By now I was stoking my cock. She continued staring at her computer monitor, and inserted the pink vibrator into herself and began slowly pushing it in and out. Her head was tilted back and she was smiling, a look of relaxation and bliss.

After a few moments, she pulled the vibrator out of her wetness, turned it off, and set it beside her. She reached for the cardboard box and pulled out a large purple jelly dildo.

It seemed like a dream, as I watched her ease back into her office chair. She set her feet onto the desk and spread her legs wide--giving me an unobstructed view.

Once in position, she put the head of the floppy 10-inch jelly dildo at the opening of her wet pussy. She can't possibly fit that inside her, I thought. She corkscrewed the tip of the dildo at her entrance, pushing down with both hands. It strained at first, bending rather than entering. Then, as if her body suddenly opened, it popped in. Slowly, but beautifully, she slid the head of the toy into her. As the head slowly disappeared, she bit her lip in obvious pleasure, and maybe even a little pain. Then she pushed another inch in, and then another, and another until about half of the fake cock was buried deep inside her. 

With the jelly dildo snug inside her, she no longer needed to hold it with both hands. She then reached for the pink vibrator. She turned it back on and applied it to her clit--all the while keeping her eyes glued to the monitor.

As she watched the porn on the computer, she held the purple dildo inside her, as her hips rocked to force it in and out of her in a slow, steady thrusting motion. With her other hand, she pressed the pink vibrator to her clit. She fucked her toy; in and out, in and out.

My hand was firmly on my hardness, matching her tempo. 

She began to moan deeply over the buzzing of the vibrator and the audio from the porn. Deeper into her, the jelly dildo stretched her fully and with each pull back, her pussy contracted and slurped. Then she'd ram it back home, this time to the hilt, taking every inch she could.

She was wriggling so much in her chair it looked like she could be bucked out of it. Her breasts were flopping now as her hand worked the dildo inside her in long deliberate strokes all the way in and all the way out. Over and over she fucked herself with the dildo with the vibrator pressed firmly on her clit. She was ready now, with one final thrust of the dildo, she threw her head back in the abandon of orgasm.

As she came, I too shot my load.

She laid there for several minutes, her face relaxing, washed in a glow of sweat. Her chest heaving and then slowly returning to normal. Her skin was flushed, damp, the toy still buried deep insider her.

I continued to massage my cock and balls as I drained my very last drops, until she finally stood up, braced her wobbly knees, and then left with her two toys, probably to the bathroom. 

My last image was of the empty room—the computer still on. I wondered what video she had watched, what site, and if there were more. The box, still open, and the file cabinet unlocked. I wondered what other toys she might have. 

I knew now where she hid her key. Would I dare look? Would I give into curiosity, or let her retain her own private playtime?

I didn't have those answers at that moment. I was still aroused, still shocked, and still had work to do. I slowly backed away from the window and continued on my mission for the rake.



Weekend Workaholic



I have never really liked working Saturdays, but I was beginning to wonder if that might change.  There's rarely anyone around on Saturday, so it enables you to get a lot done.  This Saturday, however, I was hoping not to get any work done at all.  

I showed up bright and early Saturday morning, only to find that I would be the only one at the office for the first hour or two.  Oh well, that would allow me to settle myself down and plan how Sherri and I could keep this up without eventually being caught.  Fucking the boss' wife (who also happens to be part-owner) is usually not something you want to get caught in the middle of.  This was no exception.  Even though everyone suspects that Sherri has her fun on the side, we've never suspected that it has been anyone within the company.  And I was one of the last people anyone would ever suspect, so that made us that much safer.  But I would still want to be careful about when and where we found ourselves alone.  After last night's episode, I was pretty sure that spending hours reading over some boring reports was not on today's agenda.  But I would have to wait and see because, as I said, I was the only one there for a little while.

Sherri finally showed up around 10, but before I could get too excited, two people from accounting showed up about the same time.  Well, maybe we'd make it through those reports after all.  Sherri came back to my office, and the two from accounting headed down the hall to their end of the building.  Sherri and I chatted for a while about nothing in particular, neither one knowing whether we should say anything about what had happened last night.  Even though we had both wanted last night to happen for a long time now, it still made today a little awkward at first.  Not knowing what else to say or do, we finally started pouring over the reports for next week's meeting to see if we could break it all down into something useful.  We kept it up for about an hour, and finally I couldn't stand it any longer.  

"You know," I began, "I think we were much more productive last night."  Just testing the waters...  Sherri just smiled a sly little smile and went on with what she was doing.  Up until now, I hadn't even noticed what she was wearing today.  I had been so nervous about last night and whether or not it might happen again today that I hadn't really taken a good look at her.  Stunning as always, her shoulder-length light-brown hair was up in a little twist of some sort at the back of her head.  Her shirt was a rather "summery" light blue button-down number that was tight enough to show her marvelous form, yet not so tight that it didn't allow a peek at her beautiful cleavage now and then.  She's the closest thing to a goddess that I've ever seen.  Unless you count that girl who walks by the office every afternoon on her way home from the local university.  But that story will have to wait for another time.  Completing Sherri's outfit today was a tight little khaki miniskirt that, as usual, put those sexy legs and sexier ass on display for all to admire.  As you can tell, her clothes and the attributes she barely hides under them are enough to drive any man crazy.  

With her back to me, she continued reading one of the many boring reports we were supposed to be summarizing for the board meeting.  Now that I finally noticed her outfit, however, I had a difficult time taking my eyes off her.  She has that effect on people sometimes, but even so, she must have sensed that I had stopped working because she turned around.  She didn't seem to mind my staring with unbridled lust.  Playfully tossing another report at me, she asked, "Don't you want to get these done as early as possible so we don't waste the entire day?"  Smiling to myself, and knowing exactly what she meant, I dove into the reports with renewed energy.  We both worked pretty quickly and finished the last two around 1 o'clock.  The two people from accounting had decided that two hours on a Saturday was enough and called it a day around noon, so that meant we were once again alone.

As we walked up to the front office to print off copies of our summary for the meeting, we debated whether to press our luck by sticking around the office or if we should try to head elsewhere.  I lived nearby, but if anyone happened to see us both going into my apartment, there would be no explaining.  We stopped to kiss passionately several times along the way, but somehow restrained ourselves from going further.  Finally we got to the back sales office to drop the copies of our summary into her husband's mailbox.  She was about to strut and sway her way back into the hall, but when she noticed I wasn't following, she stopped in the doorway.  I was still standing there contemplating the big conference room table.  Walking back to me, she asked what I was thinking.  I decided to show her.  Picking her up and depositing her seated onto the big oak table, I replied that I was deciding whether or not I could wait any longer to fuck her again.  

As I said, she's used to being in control of every situation, but my sudden aggression seemed to be a bit of a turn on.  She pulled me to her and passionately found my lips with hers.  She didn't seem to mind my choice of locations.  As you can probably imagine, she wore her shirt half unbuttoned, anyway, so it didn't take me long to loosen the rest of the buttons and toss her shirt aside.  In a fit of animal passion, she had pulled my shirt off and was already working on my belt and the top button on my pants.  Her miniskirt was short enough that when I sat her on the table, it hiked up enough to see the light blue silk panties she was wearing.  In the heat of my passion, I didn't bother removing her skirt.  I just hiked it the rest of the way up around her waist and began pulling her panties down those sexy muscular legs.  I paused for a second to admire her legs as I slid her panties down past her ankles and onto the floor.  By this time, she had me completely stripped of my clothing, exposing just how turned on I really was.  Luckily her bra was one of the front-hook kind because I still haven't figured out how to work the clasp on the kind that hooks in back.  Her bra then quickly joined the other clothing strewn about the room.  She would have no control over me today.  

Kneeling to take one of her shapely legs in my hands, I began to slowly kiss my way northward.  As my kissed grazed the side of her outer lips, it sent a shiver of pleasure through her.  Her juices were already running out onto the table and then down her legs, but I was in no hurry.  I was in control today.  I backed up and moved over to the other leg, and she moaned in protest.  She really wanted it today, which means that it will be that much easier to make her helpless with passion.  Kissing my way slowly up to her hot and dripping pussy, she was already starting to squirm and moan as if in the early stages of orgasm.  "Not so fast, darling," I said, and she again moaned in protest.  Slowly and deliberately, I kissed my way up her slit. Pausing to dart my tongue in and back out on the way by, I managed to get a muffled scream out of her.  I began to tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue, and it was almost more than she could stand.  I was really loving this.  I continued the slow assault with my tongue until she was begging me to bring her to orgasm.  Not yet.  

I paused from my oral assault and raised my lips up to kiss my way up her tight abs toward my next point of attack.  I quickly found my destination and began the same slow teasing of her nipples.  By now she was almost to the point of screaming for release.  Taking turns on her now hardened nipples, I moved in a little closer and the tip of my erection pressed against her clit.  It sent a jolt through her body, which only served to make her even more wild.  Sucking on her nipples while grinding my penis into her clit, I thought maybe she was going to pass out, her breathing was so rapid.  When I thought she could finally take no more, I stood up and plunged myself in up to the hilt, my mouth finding hers at the same time.  The kiss was a short one, however, as she screamed and convulsed with a trememndous orgasm.  It was almost too much for me, but as she finally came back down, I began a slow and grinding fuck.  After several seconds of moving slowly in and out, I pulled almost all the way out and stopped, teasing her pussy with the swollen and purple knob on the end.  When she began to moan quietly, I plunged in again, eliciting from her a quick shriek of pleasure.  

I kept this up for nearly ten minutes, and Sherri had exploded into three more orgasms before I knew I was headed for an explosion of my own.  I picked up the pace, trying to make it last as long as I could.  Finally it came and I yelled at the intensity of the release.  Sherri's body was rocking though another powerful orgasm, and I realized that it was she who had passed out this time.  

As she slowly drifted back into consciousness, she felt my dick still hard inside her and started grinding against me and moaning with pleasure.  Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, she told me to lift her up and seat myself on the table.  Pressing her to me, I swung around and sat on the edge of the big table.  Pushing me onto my back, she swung her knees up onto the table and told me that now it was her turn.  She rode me slowly.  She rode me fast and hard.  She orgasmed several more times, each time pausing so I could feel the spams along the length of my erection.  Finally she decided it was time for me to have another orgasm, and began riding faster and faster, our bodies making a slapping noise as they came violently together.  Finally it came and I exploded deep inside her with a scream of my own.  

As we lay there together on the table, we realized it was getting late and we needed to be leaving soon or someone would wonder why anyone was working so late on a Saturday afternoon.  As we got dressed, I began to wonder how long we could continue this before we could hide it no longer.  Neither of us has ever known anything like this before.  Oh, I've had some great sex in my lifetime, but nothing that compared to what I was having with Sherri.  I was addicted to her.  Addicted to her body.  Addicted to her skilled lovemaking.  Addicted.  We said nothing as we finished dressing.  On our way out the door, Sherri stopped and pulled the summaries out of her husband's box.  Surprised, I asked what she was doing.  Smiling, she turned and fed them into the shredder.  "So I'll see you Monday?" she asked with a smile.



Weekend Working



I had landed a great position with a reputable company and was earning a salary about two grades above what I should have been earning. I applied on a whim and had no real expectation of landing the role, the guy hiring had apparently took a liking to me and had hired me to give me a chance. I had been with the company over two months now and I was determined not to mess that chance up, so when I was asked to start and put some hours in over a weekend due to workload.

I had not worked weekends since my college days when I had worked part time in a music shop. Entering the world of office work I developed a self-belief that a job should be 9 till whenever Monday to Friday but that weekends should always be free. This definitely had caused problems in past jobs as I reckoned not many people ever said no to a boss, and I did whenever asked to give up my sacred Saturdays!

Being more grown up and earning a nice wage however changes a man's values and, although I would be lying if I said it was not an effort to get out of bed and go into work on that first weekend, I was up and out and looking forward to a distraction free office to get caught up.

Once I got to into office I expected to be alone so I was pleasantly surprised to find that one of the office juniors there. The girl was in her late teens early twenties a lovely little blond thing; she had only been with the company around a month. I later found her reason for being in was that she had been given some thankless task of sorting old data that her boss felt was best suited to be carried on a weekend.

The office was open plan with meeting rooms and senior manager's offices around the perimeter. My desk was close to the middle and the accounts girl worked on the opposite side of the room but I could see her at her desk, especially as we were the only people there. As I reached my desk I smiled at her saying hello before sitting down and getting stuck into my work. 

After a while I noticed that the accounts girl was looking bored, glancing at the clock and using her smart phone, she smiled at me a couple of times when she caught me looking over, it happened again but this time she stood and came over to my desk.

Chrissie introduced herself and we started chatting. Before that day I did not really know her as we worked in separate departments and the extent of previous conversation between us had been the occasional hello when passing, however after a few weekends of I soon got to know Chrissie fairly well.

For an hour or so every Saturday I would listen to Chrissie's stories from her previous night's activities and as it was casual wear on a weekend she usually turned up in half or all of her previous nights clothing. Chrissies Friday nights were spent clubbing and as she started at 9 on a Saturday sometimes she would just turn up in her clubbing clothes. I think she was used to having the office all to herself on a weekend and I thought she might have changed this routine, but she didn't, much to my benefit.

My Saturday mornings eventually became accustom to me glimpsing vast amounts of bare flesh as Chrissie would stagger in late usually still half drunk in skimpy outfits, usually strappy tops and micro skirts. Her clothes were definitely not designed for sitting on office chairs and I was without fail given glimpses of her tiny panties every week as she sat and talked to me, I had to try hard and not stare most of the time as not to alert her to my voyeurism.

It was on one of these typical Saturday mornings that Chrissie tumbled through the main office blatantly still drunk from the night before. She was dressed in a tiny black mini that must have been around 8 or 9 inches in length, a red boob tube, clearly braless and her long blonde hair was down. I stood up as she entered and managed to say hello just as she fell into the nearest swivel chair which spun slightly, giggling she waved her hand in the air at me.

"Morning" I said as I walked to where she was sprawled.

"Good morning to you" she said in a cheery joke voice, spinning her chair to face me as I approached, eyes widening at the red panties on show.

"Clearly you had a good night," I said with a grin sitting down opposite her so I could carry on taking in the view, my cock was stirring as I could see they were lacy and see through.

Spinning side to side she answered, "It was great, I'm still drunk can you tell?" giggling as she spun the chair around once giggling as the spin ended.

As she stopped she used her legs on the ground giving me an open legged view of her flimsy underwear, "Erm, yes it is noticeable" I started to feel it getting warm.

Chrissie exaggerated her actions as she replied "Oh no, I'm not that bad am I?" in a mocking tone.

I nodded smirking, and she giggled, her head apparently too heavy to keep up as it kept drooping, I was enjoying the panty view and almost exclaimed my pleasure as she used her legs to scoot over to me, legs wide open as she did and I was sure I could see an outline of pussy.

She put a hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes, "You won't say anything will you?" in drunken scheming way.

Laughing I said, "Of course not Chrissie", hoping she wouldn't notice my huge bulge that had formed at the sight of her spread panty covered crotch, up close I found I could also see the outline of her nipples through the thin boob tube.

"I knew you wouldn't say anything" she said quickly kicking back and spinning in the chair, scooting back to where she was before but with her back to me this time.

"I like you Jim you know, you're really cool, not like that arse Frank" she said as she slowly twirled back round, panties still on show but not so much as her legs were closed a little.

Frank was her boss, the accounts manager and he was known as a bit of a ball buster, he wasn't happy unless giving someone a bollocking or screaming at the minor staff, I knew that he gave Chrissie a hard time as I had heard some of her run ins with him across the office.

Trying to get a rise out of her I said, "Franks not that bad" trying not to look like I was winding her up.

"Not that bad" she shrieked flailing her body, much to my pleasure as her full crotch came back into view and definite trimmed pubic mound was now showing, my cock now solid.

My mind racing at the sight before me, "He's not" I grinned carrying on the game.

"He's a complete Wanker" her voice raised but not shouting "the other week he balled me out in front of everyone because something I gave him had..." she was leaning forward holding a finger up "one fucking spelling mistake, I was nearly crying, he is a fucking bastard."

Her language was getting quite colourful and was adding to my horny state, I knew that I was going to have to wank as soon as I was able to, maybe in the toilets or in one of the meeting rooms, for now I was happy getting plenty of mental images for the moment.

"He hasn't shouted at you for a while" I said again trying not to stare at her crotch too hard, "it's a good job he's not in to see you now or he would give you a right shafting"

"Ooh I could do with one of them I haven't had a good shafting for ages" she quickly shot back grinning with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes and my head nearly exploded at her blunt comment.

My shock visible I managed to say "I meant a telling off," and my dick was trying to physically force its way out of my jeans.

"Oh" she groaned spinning in the chair so her back was to me, she fiddled with a pen for a short while, I wondered if she had realised what she said but not wanting the conversation to end I went to speak when she suddenly spun round jumping up from her seat blurting out, "Do you like my outfit" in a squeaky girlish voice.

She smoothed her skirt down and thrust her ample chest out.

"Do you?" she repeated, jiggling as she turned to give me a great view of her hot ass which she stuck out a little arcing her back.

I fumbled to get my words out "erm, yes it's nice" my eyes transfixed on her pert behind. She turned to face me again speaking as she adjusted her boob tube which had shifted from her jiggling, "I love this top, it's a nice colour don't you think, my boobs kept popping out when I danced in it last night though"

"Really" I said bemused and horny, totally transfixed as she pulled at it and adjusted the fit, showing more and more with each adjustment of her almost zero gravity pert teen breasts.

I was totally caught off guard as she then carried on, "I always like to wear things that match so I've got a red G string on, look" and she swiftly pulled her tiny skirt up at the back flashing her perfect ass in my direction, it was neither a quick or prolonged flash but long enough to have an effect on my bursting for release balls.

"Fuck" was all I could mutter mainly to myself.

Chrissie then looked back over her shoulder at me smirking she stated, "well you've seen enough of the front already haven't you, I noticed you looking before" I was struck dumb as her blatant cock teasing continued and she turned to face me lifting the front of her skirt so her tiny red panty covered crotch was on full show.

"Look I shaved before I went out, nice and smooth" she was stroking her inner thigh close to where the thin material started. "Oops I've showed a bit too much haven't I you can almost see my bits" she giggled sexily and let go of the skirt, as she sat back down and crossed her legs. I simply stared dumb struck.

There was a glint in her eyes, "Did you like them?" she asked as if what she had done was completely normal, she continued after I did not respond, "It looks like you did" she added casting a nod at my tented trousers.

There was a pause; I sat speechless watching her as she slowly swivelled side to side in her chair, a finger on her bottom lip, looking coyly at me and then she huskily asked, "So, you think I am due a good shafting do you?" uncrossing her legs presenting her exposed crotch to me.

My brain was in overload as she then asked slightly aggressively "Would you ever give me a good shafting?" emphasised the last two words and I then knew that this was more than teasing.

Leaning forward I simply said, "I should, for what you just did there," staring at her as if serious.

She nonchalantly replied, "Really, you're going to shaft me?" and she began to swing one of her legs side to side.

"I think I should," I said, my cock almost exploding there and then as it realised there was a definite possibility action was imminent.

"Hmm" she cooed, "I don't think you have the balls" she dared.

"Are you saying I should put my money where my mouth is?" I said cockily shifting forward my legs open.

"No" she looked straight at me with a look of pure horn, saying "I think you should put your cock where my mouth is"

With that she moved off her chair and was kneeling between my legs in a flash and hurriedly unfastening my trousers, I enjoyed the view of the pretty little thing pulling my rock hard member free and hungrily feeding it into her mouth, her blonde head moving up and down as she sucked me for all she was worth. It was a blow job of pure cock lust and I now truly believed Chrissie when she had said she had not been fucked in a while as she assaulted my dick with reckless abandon.

Due to the horny build up to this moment, the constant display of panties and young flesh meant that I was not going to last long. My already bursting balls were on a hair pin trigger and now this beautiful office junior was letting me fuck her mouth; I was unable to give a warning and shot a huge load down her throat groaning in ecstasy.

Luckily Chrissie must have been a swallower or caught up in the moment as she didn complain and even sucked the last out of me, cleaning my head and shaft with pink tongue looking up at me and then grinning as she finally let go of me. Catching my breath I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, she was stood before me and I was sure I could I smell her scent. I ran my hands over her lovely body from her hips to her pert breasts, and then swiftly pulled her boob tube down; her youthful tits did not move an inch remaining pert and firm, her tiny erect nipples pointing upward.

Pulling her into me I fondled and sucked her breasts alternately as my other hand ventured over her ass and then up and under her mini skirt to find her warm pussy soaking wet from anticipation, the heat from her was intense and she trembled when my hand cupped her mound, she fell forward and knelt on me as I fumbled excitedly pulling her panties to one side and begun to work an increasing number of fingers into her.

After managing to get three inside I concentrated on working Chrissies breasts and pussy jointly, I could definitely smell juices her now and it sent me wild, my attention to her increased and my cock regained life. She noticed and she wrapped a hand around it pumping it faster and faster, panting and gasping as I fingered her to a shuddering mewling climax.

Through ragged breaths she gasped, "Are you going to give me that shafting now?" pulling away and looking at me, gorgeous green eyes full of lust.

"I think I better," I said springing up, catching her unaware and she let out a surprised yelp, as I manhandled her turning her around and bending her over my desk. Her perfect teen ass was presented before me; I pulled what was there of her tiny her mini up and swiped her panties to one side, she ground her ass against the air and swayed in eagerness as I teased her with my cock touching her entrance before backing away. As fun as it was to reciprocate the teasing from earlier I was not going to waste any time getting inside this amazing beauty and I grabbed her to steady her, sliding my head up and down her crevice before lining it up and thrusting as much as I could up her, she jerked forward letting out horny little noises and then gradually worked herself back on me, grinding as I started to build up rhythm.

As I started to bang away at her amazing ass, I scanned the main office thinking to myself that only yesterday there was over 40 people here working away and now here I was ramming the young accountant over my desk. This thought added to my excitement and I upped my pace starting to hammer her hard my balls slamming loudly against her ass, I reached round her front and cupped her firm breasts as I fucked her over the edge, she moaned and let out a series of pleasurable screams as she reached orgasm, I felt her warmth flowing over my cock deep inside her and this brought my own second orgasm to the fore.

"I'm going to come again, where do you want it?" I asked between grunts, even in my frenzy I was conscious that Chrissie may not be on the pill and I sure as hell wasn't wearing anything.

"Over me," she groaned, "I want you to spunk all over me" she pleaded further.

Her saying this was like a lightning bolt of pleasure and I immediately pulled out. Chrissie had already slumped to the floor and was looking up at me, arching back on her knees her beautiful breasts thrust forward in anticipation, her boob tube and skirt scrunched around her tiny waist and her pussy red and swollen. She held her mouth open and this actin made me shoot a huge burst of cum over her face and chest and she sluttily massaged it into her breasts, the second blast I aimed at her pussy which she then began to stroke and scoop up off stroking it into her stomach, the final bursts I aimed firmly at her face and waiting mouth.

After getting cleaned up and tidying the mess that we had made as best we could, hoping that those suspicious wet patches would go unnoticed until they dried up Chrissie and I sat at my desk, she was sat on my lap and we kissed and fondled each other still in pre sex euphoria.

"Hmm if that's a shafting from you I might try and get them more often" she said between kisses.

"If you carry on like you did earlier I will have to shaft you more often" I said as my hand went between her legs to her sticky panty-less crotch.

Being asked to do weekend overtime was the best thing that had happened to me all year.



Weekend Working



I work as an office manager for a large firm of architects with offices throughout the north of England. Our head office is a converted town-house on a quiet street in the centre of Manchester. One of the downsides of owning our own building, is that when any maintenance or repair works need to take place over the weekend, it's my responsibility to come into the office to oversee the works. 

One such occasion was last weekend. It happened to be the hottest week of the year, so when a pipe in the ladies toilet broke at 4pm on a Friday afternoon, my heart sank as I would be spending my Saturday in the office instead of sunbathing in a park. I offered double time to everyone else left in the office, but still I found myself walking into the office at 8am on Saturday morning. Even having an ice cream for breakfast didn't cheer me up.

I put on a strapless summer dress and my favourite wedges. I also packed my sunglasses and suncream, as I thought I could go and sit in the private gardens at the back of our building, if the plumbers took a lunch break or finished early.

About ten minutes after arriving at the office, the plumbers arrived. Our usual plumber is in his fifties and has two eighteen year old apprentices, so was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door to find that the company had sent two thirty-something, and rather attractive, guys. They were both wearing loose fitting jeans and tight vests on their top halves. I went bright red when they caught me staring at their arms. 

"You ok, love?" the one in the black vest asked, in a broad Lancashire accent.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not with it today, come this way," I said, leading them up the stairs to the ladies toilets on the second floor.

"We'll try to be out of your way quickly, so you can get back to your sunbathing," said the second one, who wore a white vest revealing three tattoos.

"Thanks, errr..." I stuttered.

"Mark. My name is Mark, and my pal here is Josh," the second guy said, shaking my hand. 

"Well thanks Mark and Josh. I'm Sophie," I said. "Nobody likes being inside on a day like today so I had best leave you to it, but I'll be on the ground floor if you need anything."

"We sure will Sophie," Josh said, as they put their tool boxes down on the toilet floor and started getting to work. I stayed and watched for a few minutes longer than I should have, as I watched these two hot men get down to work. It was only when they caught me staring - again - that I hurried back downstairs.

When I got back downstairs, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. It was only when I opened the fridge that I remembered we had some bottles of wine left over from client drinks in our boardroom earlier that week. I knew my boss wouldn't mind me treating myself when I was giving up my Saturday, so I poured myself a nice cold glass of rose wine.

Rather than sitting at my desk, I decided to lounge on the sofa in the waiting room. I had several glossy women's magazines so laid back and relaxed with the wine, only moving to top up the glass.

"Aye aye, love, nice to see someone is relaxing while the workers graft," Josh laughed as he suddenly seemed to appear at my side.

"Oh you've caught me!" I joked, as I sat up on the sofa. I felt my dress ride up my thighs as I did so, but the combination of being tipsy on wine and smell of Josh's sweat went to my head and I didn't fix it.

"I just need to pop back to the van and get a few bits, will you let me back in?" he asked.

"Why don't I give you the key and let yourself back in?" I suggested, even though I knew I probably shouldn't.

"Yeah why not, I don't want to keep interrupting your important work" he said sarcastically.

I smiled at him, and then stood up and walked to my office, where the spare keys were kept. Knowing he was following me, I swayed my hips more than I needed to. "Here you go, keep it safe," I said, placing it in his hand, making sure to brush his fingers with mine as I did so.

"I'll be back before you know it," he said. He was stood a little closer than he needed to so I could smell his full intoxicating scent. He lingered briefly before he excused himself and left for the van. 

My heart was racing as I made my way back to the sofa and picked up the magazine again. I wasn't really concentrating on the magazine, instead letting my mind wander to Josh and his sexy arms and piercing blue eyes.

"'10 Ways To Spice Up Your Sex Life - Tonight'? and you women think us men are obsessed with sex," I heard Josh exclaim. He was stood behind me.

"Hey, nosey!" I said as I quickly stood up, feeling a little embarrassed. I was more embarrassed because I had just been thinking extremely rude thoughts, rather than the page my magazine was on.

He winked as he passed me the key "Here you go love," he said, pressing the key into my hand. He then disappeared back upstairs, leaving me with a racing heart yet again.

After half an hour, I decided to take Mark and Josh a drink. I was going to take some juice but decided on the beer. 

"Hey boys, I thought I'd bring you some sustenance," I said, as I got to the second floor. 

"We're nearly done, Sophie!" Mark shouted over his shoulder. Mark was kneeling on the floor with his back to me. He was passing things to Josh, who was in the offending cubicle, and this gave me a really good view.

"Great news!" I said, as I leaned on the door frame. By this point, I had drunk most of the bottle of wine, so cared less about them catching me watching them.

It wasn't long before Mark stood up, and then Josh appeared from the cubicle. "All sorted" Josh told me as he washed his hands "Just need to tidy up." 

"Why don't you stop and have a beer with me, before you tidy up" I suggested, with Josh and Mark stood close to me by this point.

They looked at each other and then Josh said "Mark can tidy up and then join us for a drink down stairs. That ok, pal?" 

"No problem, boss!" Mark confirmed, saluting Josh as he spoke.

"I was wondering which one of you was the boss!" I joked. 

"The true boss here would be you, love" Mark said.

"Depends on what you mean by true boss, I guess," I flirted back, as I handed Josh his beer. They both smiled back. 

"Shall we?" Josh said, pointing to the stairs. We then made our way downstairs and sat on the sofa that I had been lazing on all morning.

"So has it been that bad being on the office today then?" he asked as he sat down a little closer to me than necessary.

"It's been alright. Much rather be out sunbathing with a glass of wine though," I told him.

"You're half way there," he said, pointing to the now empty bottle of wine.

"Ha, yeah, well I had to brighten up my day somehow," I said.

"Between that and getting your sex tips, I guess you've had a good morning" he said, placing his hand on my knee "Are you planning on using those tips?" I blushed as his hand moved to my thigh.

"Uhm, well, I wasn't really concentrating on the magazine," I admitted.

"So what were you thinking about then?" he asked, moving his hand further up my thigh, under my dress. I put down the wine and turned a little so I was facing towards Josh. This gave him easier access to move his hand further up the inside of my thigh. I placed my hand on his knee and stroked his thigh. 

"I was thinking how I wasn't expecting you two to turn up today," I told him.

"A good surprise then?" he asked, as he leaned his face closer into me. By now his hand had reached the top of my thigh and was tracing the outside of my knickers, eventually reaching the wet patch. "Yes, definitely a good surprise," he whispered in my ear, before he started kissing first my ear and then down my neck. His gentle kisses reached my shoulder, and then he replaced his lips with the tip of his tongue, which he traced down to the band of my strapless dress. All the time, he was gently rubbing my clit over my knickers.

"You don't really need this do you?" he said as he pinged my dress against my breasts. He then pulled it down to reveal my breasts. He then took his hand away from my clit and began massaging my left breast, whilst licking and biting my right nipple. Each time he bit my right nipple, he squeezed hard on the left one. I let out a few small moans as I enjoyed the moment, pleased I had chosen not to wear a bra that day.

"What's going on here then?" asked a voice at the door way. In getting lost in the moment, I had forgotten about Mark. Josh looked at his friend and they smiled at each other, whilst I covered up my breasts. 

"Don't be so shy, Sophie," Josh said. 

"I...I..." I tried to speak, but was too embarrassed to get the words out.

"You weren't this shy when you were ogling me earlier," Mark said, as he walked over to the sofa.

"Come on Sophie, we were having a nice time," said Josh.

"But Mark..." I said.

"He won't mind," Josh said. He then started running his hand up my right leg again. As he moved his hand up my thigh, instead of moving under my skirt, he pushed it up, showing Mark my knickers. My hands and arms still covered up my boobs. I wasn't sure about this, though my knickers were getting wetter as Josh stroked my clit again through my knickers.

"Sophie, why don't you stand up?" Mark suggested. I hesitated, but I thought at least my knickers wouldn't be exposed to these two men, so I did as I was told, my arms still over my boobs.

As soon as I stood up, I felt my dress being tugged down before falling to the floor. So my knickers were exposed. "I'm not sure..." I said.

"We were enjoying ourselves" Josh said.

"But Mark. I've never..." Yes I had been flirting with them both and I did enjoy the time with Josh but I'd never been exhibitionist or into threesomes. I enjoy sex but like it with one guy at once.

"We don't want to hurt you love," Mark said, standing in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders.

I then felt Josh behind me, rubbing his/ hands over my hips "We want to enjoy you," he said, flicking the waistband of my knickers hardly against my skin, making me let out a little groan. 

Mark's hands moved down my shoulders to my upper arms. His thumbs brushed over a bit of my breast not covered by my hands/arms. He then leaned in to kiss me on the lips, and I found myself kissing him back, despite not feeling entirely comfortable with the situation. The more we got into the kiss, the more Mark moved his hands on my arms. I soon forgot myself, and placed my hands on Mark's torso as we kissed. It was only when I felt his thumbs brush my nipples, that I realised I had exposed myself to him. I stopped kissing him for a moment, though this only caused Mark to move his kisses from my mouth down to my breasts, my hands still resting on his torso.

I felt Josh's hands from behind begin to tug at my knickers. I considered trying to stop him but then I realised I was starting to really enjoy the attentions of these two men.

Mark stopped kissing my breasts and pulled his vest over his head to reveal his gorgeous toned body. I ran my hands over his chest and torso and then leaned forward to kiss his muscles. 

As I got lower, I was aware that I was exposing myself to Josh behind me. This made me feel a little self conscious until I felt his fingers teasing my clit and my hole, which made my pussy even wetter.

Mark undid the buttons on his jeans and they fell to the floor. I ran my hands over his erection over his pants. He let out a low sigh, and then removed his pants, exposing his hard cock. I stroked it until Mark grabbed my hair and made me take his length in his mouth and began face-fucking me. As he did so, I felt Josh's fingers enter my hole and finger fucked me. I never thought I would enjoy being in a situation like this but I felt my orgasm building inside of me. Each time I felt Mark's cock touch the back of my throat, or feeling another finger enter me, until Josh had four fingers in my soaking pussy, brought me closer. My juices soon exploded over Josh's hand and soon after, Mark's juice in my mouth.

After swallowing Mark's load, I then stood up straight and turned round so I was facing Josh. He had taken off his trousers and top, and was stood naked with his erect cock ready and waiting. I again ran my hands over his beautiful muscles before reaching his erection. I began rubbing him. As I did so, I felt Mark's hands between my legs and made me spread them a bit wider. He teased my clit and my pussy, but then I felt his finger move towards my tight back hole and teased it. I had never allowed anyone to use this hole before. 

"Wait..."I said as I felt him start to push his finger in my hole.

"You'll get used to it" Mark said as he continued to push his finger in further. I wanted to protest more but then Josh started to caress and bite my nipples, which made me relax into it and I began to moan in pleasure. As my orgasm moved closer, I pulled harder at Josh's cock and soon he was groaning and telling me that he was going to come. It wasn't long before I felt his load shoot over my tummy and soon after I had my second orgasm. 

"We should head off soon, I guess," Josh said. 

"You're right mate," Mark agreed.

"Wait, what? Going already?" I asked, surprising myself. Not so long ago, I was covering my tits and reluctant to enjoy these two men. And now I didn't want them to go.

"You've changed your tune" Josh said.

"I think you're enjoying us," Mark said.

"Yes, I am, and I want more" I told them. What was I saying?

"Josh, I think she's enjoying being a slut for us," Mark said. When he called me a slut, I felt my pussy becoming wet again, even though I had always hated the word.

Josh must have sensed this, as he put his hands between my legs. "You're right pal, she loves it." 

"Do you want us to stay, Sophie?" Mark asked.

"Yes, I really want you to stay" I responded.

"And you will be our fuck toy?" Josh asked. It only took me to nod for Josh to push his fingers inside of me, causing me to moan. "OK then, seeing as you want us so much, we'll stay," he said.

I noticed that both of their cocks had started to become erect again. I was stood between them, so I took a cock in each hand and began to rub them first gently, then harder as their cocks hardened. They then stopped me and led me over to the sofa and told me to bend over the end of it. When I did not react as quickly as they would like, Josh gently pushed me so I was bending over the arm of the sofa, and then spread my legs. 

Mark was stood next to my face as I felt the tip of Josh's cock rest against my hole. I groaned as I felt him fill me until he was balls deep inside my pussy. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, before beginning to fuck me. I thought he might start more gently, but no, he was fucking me with long and hard thrusts. Mark then knelt in front of me and put his cock in my mouth, groaning each time I sucked or moaned onto his cock. 

I could tell Mark was close to coming again and felt him pull out of my mouth before he came. 

"Josh, don't let her come yet mate," he said.

"Good plan, let's make her wait for it" Josh said, before pulling out. It made me feel cheap and used to hear them talk about me as though I wasn't there. "Here, slut, lick your juice off my cock" he said, as he knelt in front of me and thrust his cock into my mouth. 

As he did so, I felt Mark at my rear end and put his tip of his cock at the entrance in my hole. I felt his thumb at my tight ass hole as he did so and as he pushed his cock in my pussy, he began to fuck my tight hole with his thumb. This felt really good and I moaned around Josh's cock. 

I felt Mark pull out as I again told them that I was close to my orgasm, and Josh removed his cock from my mouth. I thought there would be a change of position, so I began to move. "Nope, stay where you are," Mark told me, as he held me down gently. Josh, who now was sat on the sofa, with his erection poking upwards, began to play with my tits. 

Mark then spat onto my ass hole, and used his fingers to lubricate the entrance. He then pressed his cock against it "Just relax, babe, you'll enjoy it once you are used to it," he assured me as he pushed himself deeper into me. At first it hurt and I cried out in pain. I wanted to tell him to stop but the words didn't come out and I let him push deeper into me. He then began to gently fuck me and it wasn't long before I was grinding against him and enjoying the sensation.

"Are you enjoying being a slut, with a cock in your ass?" Josh asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmm yes," I answered.

"You know what real dirty sluts like, they love their ass feeling full of cock," Mark said as he thrust into me.

"Uh-huh," was all I could manage, at this point not quite registering what he was saying.

"Josh, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mark asked, to which Josh nodded. Mark then pulled out of my ass, which was disappointing as I was enjoying my first anal fucking. 

"Sit on my cock, slut" Josh instructed.

I did as I was told and straddled Josh on the sofa, lowering myself onto his cock as I did so. I began to move my hips in a circular motion, causing Josh to moan and call me a good slut. I felt Mark's hands from behind grab my boobs, and roughly tweak my nipples. It felt good and could feel my orgasm building.

"Lean forward Sophie," Mark said, so I leaned forward a little. "No, I mean right forward," I then leaned right forward so my breasts were squashed against Josh's chest and my face was resting next to his. Mark then knelt behind me with his knees either side of his mate's legs. 

I couldn't believe what I felt next; when his cock teased the entrance of my ass hole. Part of me wanted to protest, but then this new slutty side stopped the inner protest and I soon found myself begging him to enter me.

"Here you go, slut," he said as he thrust into me. I had never felt two cocks inside of me before but I loved it and moaned loudly. After a few moments, we all found a rhythm, as Josh thrust from under me and Mark thrust from behind, whilst I moved my hips. As I did so, my clit rubbed against Josh and this intensified the feeling building inside of me. 

I had never felt such intense pleasure before. Mark and Josh were really moaning and calling me a slut and a whore, which turned me on even more.

"Do you want to feel us come inside of you?" Mark asked between his moans of pleasure.

"I would love that," I moaned loudly. I had never let strangers come inside of me before, but then this was turning into a day of firsts.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Josh moaned as he edged closer to his orgasm.

I started to move my hips more and more as my orgasm built "I'm going to come," I told them as I felt the most intense orgasm begin to release itself. Josh came first and feeling his juice inside of me was the catalyst for my orgasm to take over my body, causing me to shake and become light headed with pleasure. Soon after, I felt Mark come inside my ass, again a feeling I loved.

Mark pulled out of me and sat on the sofa next to his mate. I stayed straddling Josh, though adjusted myself so his cock was no longer inside of me. We all recovered like this for some time, before the guys said they really did need to get going. I came over all embarrassed as I stood up naked in front of them but then feeling their come running down my legs reminded me to get over that feeling. We were soon all dressed with no hint of what had happened.

"You know, lads, the tap in the kitchen has been dripping recently," I said, as they were about to walk out the door.

They looked at each other and smiled "Are you free next Saturday? We can come back and take a look?" Mark asked.

"I sure will, see you then," I responded.

"Looking forward to it," Josh responded, winking as he did so. I smiled back as they walked out the door, and for the first time found myself looking forward to working the next weekend.