0 comments/ 25292 views/ 1 favorites A Day at the Office Ch. 01 By: Man Comes Around Stephen kicked his car door shut while awkwardly handling a cup of coffee, his briefcase and a dozen donuts he had promised to bring to the 9 o’clock staff meeting. His magnetic identification dangled precariously from his teeth as he made his way to the front doors of Jefferson Williams Insurance Company. The keys to his gray Honda remained locked in his car, waiting to be thought of hours later. His mind was on other matters. Making his way to the far cubicle he called his office, Stephen put on a smile and said ‘good morning’ to the various members of his customer support team. He knew they hated him. Several forced smiles and canned greetings later, he dropped his things at his desk and began logging on to his computer. Today would be an especially tedious one because he had to conduct quarterly employee reviews with the 10 members of his staff and he had spent approximately 20 minutes looking at each of their productivity reports the night before. The usual people were falling behind in call volume and of course, Sandy Berkhoff would once again ask him if and when other opportunities for advancement might come up and would she be considered. He had nothing. These things were a waste of time for the most part and did more to discourage morale than encourage production. The familiar buzz and whir of his hard drive sounded the start of his business day, like so many days before and the seemingly infinite days to come. However, there was one thing Stephen did look forward to at J.W. Her name was June and in addition to efficiently and professionally handling disability claims, she made Stephen’s heart skip a beat every day at approximately 12:15. Stephen would watch June walk out to the parking lot from the confines of his “office,” her long blonde hair flowing behind her like some glorious and righteous flag. Stephen met her once at a company business dinner. They sat at a large table together and Stephen could not take his eyes of her and silently mourned the sight of the diamond ring mockingly perched on her “off limits” finger. They exchanged obligatory remarks pertaining to business and she laughed when Stephen tested the waters of her humor with a slightly off color joke. They hadn’t spoken since then and Stephen could not think of a convincing reason to have to talk to her. But seeing her take off for lunch at 12:15 was a little slice of salvation for Stephen. She was exquisite and his life was lacking in beauty. “So, Stephen. I appreciate your honesty about my work,” said Sandy matter of factly. “You’ve always been straight with me and I feel like, well, I’ve gotten better at my job because of you.” Stephen smiled and gathered in the predictable introduction to Sandy Berkhoff’s request for promotion. She rambled on about her vision of superior customer service and laughed at her won statements, apparent jokes that only she understood. Stephen’s rebuttal was ready. He would tell her that currently there were no positions open and that he’d wait for Clarkson to let him know what would be opening up down the line. Just as he was about to tell her, she said something that he could not believe he heard. “I’m sorry Sandy. What did you say?” “I said that I would do anything for a chance to interview for and receive the assistant manager position.” Stephen was floored. Not only was he surprised that she had found out about the assistant position opening up in the Internal Customer Support Department, he was caught off guard by the sudden change in her tone. Sandy smiled at him with the unmistakable implication of sex. She has lowered her voice and stressed the word “anything,” drawing it out like a sentence of its own and running her middle finger down her neck, stopping at the line of her cleavage, pressing her finger on her clavicle until a red impression showed on her pale skin. Sandy was not pretty but she did have a body that Stephen was sure could please any man and maybe some women. She was about 42, had short chestnut hair and wore outdated pastels and white shoes. She always seemed to be engrossed in her work but carried herself with a hint of sexuality that Stephen thought about once or twice during fantasy- starved masturbation sessions. It might’ve been the way she wore too much eye shadow or a tile of her head when she feigned interest in one of his meeting diatribes. He had never considered dating anyone in his department especially one of his employees. “Sandy…I’m not sure what you’re suggesting but…” before he could finish she quickly interjected. “Stephen look. I’ve been doing the same thing here for 4 years and I’ve decided either I’m going to get promoted or I’m going to work elsewhere. It does not matter to me how I get this position. I’m not looking to get you into a position that would jeopardize you either. You’ve been, you know, great!” Stephen nervously attempted to end the meeting as dangerously real premonitions of sexual harassment claims and long and winding unemployment lines danced in his head. “O.K.” she said with a smile. “I can see that this is something you’ll need to think over. I will do anything you want, any time and any place. This can really work out well for both of us.” Sandy got up from the boardroom table just as people from underwriting filed in for some other scheduled meeting. Stephen excused himself and wondered what the underwriters would have thought of Sandy’s dirty little offer. He shook his head and almost forgot about his 12:15 window date. Had Sandy meant it or was there a duplicitous calculation going on there. Was she that desperate? On his way back to his desk, Stephen caught a glimpse of Sandy walking back to her desk. The outline of her panties showed faintly through her baby blue pantsuit. Stephen wondered what her breasts looked like and if he was the first person to whom she’d made such an offer. He wondered if he should report this to Clarkson, a move that would almost certainly get her a verbal warning from his superior and cast him in a demon light. He considered doing nothing. He also considered his vacant love life and thought, for a few clandestine seconds, what her pussy tasted like. (to be continued) A Day at the Office Ch. 01 I awoke before the alarm rang and rubbed my eyes, trying to see the time on the clock radio beside the bed. "Hummmm...ten to six," I thought, "I guess I'll get up now instead of waiting for the alarm." It was a Friday so I thought I'd get to work a little early, eagerly anticipating the upcoming weekend. I also figured, the earlier I got in, the earlier I'd be out and relaxing with a drink or possibly lining up a date. Ever since my girlfriend Janice and I broke up a couple of months ago, I had been looking for a new love. It was only after I was dressed and riding on the bus that I realized I had really misjudged the time; I wasn't just ten minutes earlier than usual but an hour and ten minutes ahead of schedule. It had been ten to five, not ten to six... "What a schmuck!" I thought to myself. On the other hand, getting into the office an hour earlier meant I'd be able to leave that much sooner...not so bad after all. Luckily, the security people in the lobby of my building were on hand and let people in who often needed the extra hours to get work done. As I got off the elevator and strode into the huge room filled with cubicles, desks, computers and other equipment, I noticed that I was not the only early bird that morning. Lorraine, the attractive girl in the cubicle next to mine was in already and busy at work. She was about thirty-five, the same age as me, a bit on the overweight side but very pretty; her dirty blonde hair was always styled loosely and kept slightly above shoulder length. As I passed her, I said, "Good morning." Lorraine looked up and smiled, returning my greeting. Although I hadn't dated Lorraine yet, I was attracted to her. So far, however, our relationship had been strictly cordial although we sometimes flirted with each other. I paused by the doorway of her cubicle; as she looked back at her computer screen, I took notice of her outfit. She wore a white, lacy top that was quite thin; I could see the fancy bra she had on through the sheer fabric. The bra was also quite sheer and I detected the darkness of her nipples through both layers of material as well. The top few buttons were opened and her cleavage allowed her tan skin and well-rounded breasts to show. Her rather short skirt would have probably ended just above her knees if she stood but, sitting now, it was hiked up far enough that I caught a glimpse of some beautiful, tanned thighs. Lorraine suddenly looked up and saw my eyes focused downward; she asked, "Did you come in early just to see me today, Daryl?" I quickly raised my eyes and smiled although I was suddenly at a loss for words. Thinking fast, I replied, "Well, I always look forward to seeing you...it's just that..." Lorraine interrupted me, saying, "Look Daryl; I like you a lot. But you've never asked me out so I don't know if you're involved in a relationship or if you have any interest in me beyond our work here." I thought for a moment and said, "Well, I was living with someone for a couple of years but we split up about two months ago." Lorraine began to sit back in her reclining desk chair, allowing her legs to part a bit more as I briefly told her about my previous girlfriend. I stole a quick glance downward and could now see Lorraine's white, lacy panties. Lorraine could see the bulge in my pants beginning to grow as I added, "I'll admit I am attracted to you; maybe we could get together after work." "Hummm...You know, Daryl, you're a nice guy...good looking too. And I get good vibes from you; we might hit it off pretty well together," she said, but added, "I must warn you, though, I'm a very horny girl. The question is, 'are you the kind of guy that appreciates really intense sex?'" I was a bit shocked at this very brash statement but smiled, about to reply, as Lorraine next lowered her head a bit and took the edge of her skirt and tugged it higher, lifting herself off the chair slightly at the same time. When the hem of her skirt was at the top of her thighs, she then spread her legs even further and inserted a finger from her left hand under the elastic by the crotch, and pulled the fabric aside, allowing me to fully see her shaved pussy. She then took her right hand and, with the thumb and index finger, proceeded to spread her cunt lips open so I could see the rich pink flesh inside. She now looked up, probably awaiting my next move. I glanced around quickly to make sure no one else had come into the office yet and then walked close to Lorraine. I knelt down in front of her and placed my hands on her knees, saying, "I'll tell you this: I do appreciate a beautiful pussy and yours is one of the nicest I've ever seen." With that, I lowered my head and began to lick at Lorraine's clit, now fully erect and pointing straight up at me. Lorraine sank lower into the chair and rested her head on the top of the chair's back as I began to tongue her cunt. Lorraine took my right hand off her knee and slowly brought it up to her breasts. As I fondled her ample globes, Lorraine unfastened the next few buttons on her blouse. I felt my way inside the material's enlarged opening now and pulled her bra down, exposing both tits. As I took turns rolling her two nipples between my thumb and fingers, I paused briefly to admire the gaping pussy spread so invitingly in front of me. I could now see Lorraine's juices beginning to flow freely out of her love tunnel and onto the material of her chair. Lorraine was breathing very hard by now and simply said, "Oh...don't stop now...I'm getting really close." My cock had been hard for some time now and I could feel the wetness from my preejacuate coating the inside of my boxers. I began to massage her cunt again with my mouth and tongue but stopped long enough to say, "Lorraine, I've really got to feel your pussy around my cock...it's so hard it's going to split my pants." At that, I stood up and opened my belt and the top button on my slacks, lowering the zipper and pulling my cock out from the opening in my shorts. I didn't dare get any more naked than that, for fear of a co-worker walking in on us. I suddenly stopped, the thought flashing through my brain that I didn't have any rubbers with me... "Who expected this?," I wondered. Lorraine sensed my concern and said, "It's okay...I'm safe, lover," as she pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. I quickly glanced around and, not seeing anyone, proceeded to insert my cock head between the very juicy cunt lips that Lorraine now held wide open for me with both hands. I slid in slowly but fully and in a matter of seconds, was buried inside this very excited girl. "Oh, my God," Lorraine said, "you're so far inside me it feels like you're in my throat." I thought to myself, "Hummmm...maybe we can try that another time." For now, I was enjoying the tightness of her pussy; the inner muscles were gripping me so tightly, I knew I'd be cumming very soon. As I pumped slowly back and forth, Lorraine began to emit a faint, high pitched squeal; I could feel my cock getting harder as each movement out–then back in–squeezed me ever closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Lorraine squealed louder and began rolling her head side to side, with her eyes closed, whispering, "Ohhhhh...I'm cumming, Daryl; please don't stop. Do it faster, pleaseeee." I felt the girl's muscles tighten even more around my cock as she began to cum. She attempted to raise her ass and greet my thrusts as her orgasm peaked but her movement was limited by her position in the chair. Even so, the added tightness from her cunt as she came sent me over the edge and I finally felt my load emptying inside her cunt; my semen splattering on the walls of her virgina. My movements in and out of her pussy remained deep but I was now moving so fast, the sweat of our bodies caused our skin coming together on each inward thrust to emit a popping sound. Finally, I stopped moving but kept my cock deep inside her, savoring the fantastic feeling I had just experienced. As my prick slowly softened, Lorraine opened her eyes, saying, "Well, lover...I guess you've answered my question." I lifted myself from Lorraine and watched as my cum seeped out of her cunt and onto the chair. Lorraine felt it oozing out and dipped two fingers inside, raising them to her mouth as my fluids dripped onto her chin. She parted her red lips and sucked the cum juice off her fingers as I watched, slowly putting my cock away. I zipped up my pants, tucked in my shirt and readjusted my belt as Lorraine beckoned me closer; I bent down and we exchanged a long, passionate kiss; our tongues probing deep inside each other's mouths. I tasted the saltiness of my cum on her lips. Lorraine opened the top drawer of her desk, found a box of tissues, and proceeded to wipe the messy white juice from her chair and pussy. I said, "I think you'll have to send that chair out to be dry cleaned," and we both laughed. It was then that I saw movement out of the corner of my right eye and turned my head to see Susan, another of my coworkers. She was sitting at another desk, about thirty feet away, watching us through the thick glass above the half paneled wall that separated her cubicle from another. She smiled at me and then lowered her head as if she was going back to work. I told Lorraine that I'd be back in a few minutes; I wanted to see how long Susan had been there. "How much did she see?" I wondered. I walked over to Susan's cubicle and stopped at the doorway opening. The petite brunette looked up at me and said, "Don't worry, I won't say a word." I smiled and said, "Thanks." But Susan slid away from her desk, raised her own skirt up to expose her panty-free crotch and added, "Besides, that was the greatest turn-on I've had in years...I came three times while watching you two." Susan's desk chair was also quite wet. My attention was drawn away from Susan's hair-rimmed pussy, still dripping with her own secretions, as the elevator opened and a dozen more people arrived to begin their day of work. I walked back to assure Lorraine that everything was okay and told her, "I guess it pays to get up early sometimes, eh?" (Part two to follow) A Day at the Office Ch. 02 It was difficult for me to get any work done after such an exciting start to my day. The sexual encounter with Lorraine in her cubicle certainly wrecked havoc with my concentration and I welcomed the opportunity to grab a cup of coffee as break time rolled around. Of course, I sat with her and we talked about getting together after work; unfortunately, she had already made plans to go out with a couple of her girl friends on this particular Friday night so she invited me over for dinner Saturday evening. I finished my coffee and headed back to my own desk when I realized I needed to take a leak. I walked over to the area where the restrooms are located on our floor but I was hoping I could have found a private place to go... someplace where I could wash off my cock; it was still coated with the hardened cum from Lorraine and myself from earlier that morning. Then I remembered the handicapped toilet facility down another hall; it was much smaller than the regular restrooms but had a locking door. Occasionally, an employee might use it if the other toilets were all occupied. Just as I was extending my hand to open the door to the bathroom, Susan turned the corner where one hallway met the one I was standing in and bumped into me. "Oh," she exclaimed, "I'm so sorry... I didn't... " I just smiled at Susan and she stopped mid-sentence; she smiled in return as we both thought back to her watching Lorraine and I having sex, without us knowing she was there until we were finished. "Uh... I have to take a leak," I said. "Were you planning on using this bathroom? I mean, I can wait if you'd like." "Well, yes; I do also have to pee... but... maybe we could share the bathroom. Perhaps you could use some help... uh, holding... yours?" Susan replied, with a wicked grin. I didn't say a word but opened the door wide and held it as Susan walked in; I quickly glanced around to be sure we weren't being watched and then ducked in after her. Inside the room was only a standard toilet in a large stall and sturdy hand rails on either side to assist wheel chair users. Over on the other side of the six-foot by eight-foot room was a fairly large sink on a formica-topped counter. "Would you like to go first?" I asked. "No," Susan replied, "I can wait... why don't you go first?" I proceeded to stand by the toilet and raised the seat; I took out my prick and aimed. The warm, yellow stream began and I shifted my stance slightly. Susan watched, first from a distance, then as soon as I started to piss, she removed my hand from my cock and held it tentatively in her own hand. "Wow," she exclaimed, "I can actually feel your pee as it's going through your cock." As the liquid slowed and finally ebbed, she proceeded to shake it a bit, the last drops of pee dropping into the toilet down below. Then, using her thumb and two fingers, she began moving the foreskin back and forth and looked up at me. Next, she changed hands, grasped the entire shaft within her fist and slowly began jerking me off. "I thought you had to pee too," I said. She crouched down now, squatting as her face came level with my cock, and looked up at me. "I can wait... right now, I'd like to finish what I've started here. Unless you'd like me to stop," she said, with an exaggerated look of question on her face. "No, no... " I replied, "but I did want to wash that thing off; it's one of the reasons I came to this particular bathroom." "Well, I can help you do that too... " With that, Susan nudged my legs until I had turned slightly away from the toilet and she moved directly in front of me. I looked down to see my cock disappear slowly into Susan's mouth. First, she put her beautiful red lips right over the head and just ran them over the ridge a few times, sucking slightly as her left hand continued to move back and forth on the shaft. She then moved her hand all the way to the base, half-buried in my thick black pubic hair. Next, she engulfed the rest of my prick with her hungry mouth until I could feel the tip touching the back of her throat. Her right hand was gently massaging my balls as the previous secretions from earlier in the day were being dissolved by Susan's saliva and mingled freely with my new pre-cum juices. Susan was a great cock-sucker and she certainly seemed to enjoy it; I was watching so intently as her head moved back and forth over my tool. I loved the way her lips kept in perfect contact with my eight inch shaft as it pulled out of her mouth, but then the lips expanded slightly in all directions as they rode over my glans just before the head popped halfway out. She repeated this over and over as my groin ached in anticipation of release. Finally, she took my prick completely out of her mouth and watched closely with her head tilted to one side when she knew I was about to cum. My cock was dripping wet and her hand was gliding over the shaft and head; she gave it a little twisting motion from time to time for added stimulation. I looked up toward the ceiling but my eyes were closed now. Soon, I passed the point of no return and I lowered my head and opened my eyes to watch Susan's hand on my cock; I whispered to her, "Oh, Susan, don't stop. I'm gonna explode... right... right... noooowwwwwww... " Susan didn't stop; in fact, just before I ejaculated, she continued to jerk me off but rested my cockhead on the tip of her tongue. I saw the first spurt shoot between those lovely, wet red lips into the back of her open mouth and leave a little white trail on her pink tongue. Immediately following was the next stream of cum and then the next but as soon as the second pulse of cum shot out, Susan gobbled up my entire cock again and moved her mouth back and forth along the length of my cock. Her hollowed cheeks kept sucking steadily to drain the cum from my balls; I don't think she missed a drop. My cock felt like it had just been infused into this wanton young woman and it soon began to soften, but Susan still greedily kept it contained within her mouth. She was motionless now but her breathing was still heavy; her eyes were closed and beads of sweat were visible on her forehead. A little dribble from her nose rested on her upper lip and she soon opened her eyes and slid the spent prick from between her inflamed, puffy lips. "Oh; that was lovely," she said softly. "I really love to suck cock... feeling it erupt inside my mouth is such a rush." "Wow," I replied, with some genuine emotion, "you are unbelievable... that was the best head I've ever gotten in my life." Susan raised herself up to a standing position and wiped her brow; she grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped her upper lip. Then she said, "Okay, Daryl; now it's my turn," as she raised her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties off, tossing them on the counter top next to the sink. She climbed up onto the sink and leaned back a bit, her ass hanging nearly to the drain as she spread her legs and let them dangle off the counter top. She bent over slightly and peered down to see her right hand spread her pussy a bit and then began urinating in the sink. She looked up and called me over, "Daryl; don't you want to watch?" I moved closer to Susan and crouched down so I could see the pee running quite heavily out her semi-shaved cunt; her dark pubic hair was trimmed neatly and her pussy lips were full and crimson-colored by now due to her arousal. As I watched the last of her pee drain from her body, I began unbuttoning her man-tailored blouse and opened it wide to see her breasts tightly contained in her thin bra. Susan had quite a full pair of tits for a rather petite girl of only about 125 pounds on a 5' 2' frame. I slid the bra straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups down to release her breasts; I was attracted to the very large nipples which stood up at least half an inch and were probably another half inch in diameter; they looked like those nipples on baby bottles, with sharply defined edges. I leaned forward to kiss Susan as her full lips parted and our tongues probed deeply into each others' mouths. I began rubbing her pussy with my right hand, leaning on the counter top with my left; we sucked on each others blood-engorged lips as I inserted a finger, then two, up her cunt. Between her urine and her pre-orgasmic juices, Susan began to wet my fingers thoroughly and I soon removed my hand and bent down closer to see her fluids seeping into the sink. Now, she removed her ass from deep within the sink and wiggled forward until her pussy hung over the edge of the sink counter top; I spread her legs a bit further and brought my mouth to her cunt, sucking first on her labia and then her clit. I reached up with both hands to caress her tits and felt her tall nipples against the center of my palms. I placed my mouth over her pussy opening and tongued her deeply. Susan's clit grew harder and taller–much like her nipples–as I sensed her nearing her orgasm. I redoubled my efforts, alternately lapping furiously at her cunt lips and clit, next moving my tongue up and down, then side to side within her wide-open snatch. I savored the aroma of her cunt and was soon rewarded with a copious flow warm juice which ran down my chin. Susan tensed up, then grabbed the back of my head as her orgasm peaked; she rocked back and forth on the edge of the sink top as her wave of pleasure swept through her. When it finally subsided, she moved her hands to the sides of my face, nudging my chin up with her fingers so my eyes stared deeply into hers; a peaceful, thin smile told me she was drained in more ways than one. We helped each other wash up, cleaning off the various juices from our faces, hands and legs before putting our clothes back into place. Before we left the bathroom, I knelt down to look through the thin space under the door to make sure no one was standing outside. We parted ways as I opened the door and returned to our respective desks to try to get some work done. (part 3 to follow)