After Hours In The Office
I have always felt that there is something naughty about sex. Not in the way that it is bad or
wrong, you understand, but more that naughtiness has to be an integral part in
order for it to be exciting. I am not sure this is necessarily normal, but it is
the way I feel about it and judging by the number, variety and sheer weirdness
of some fetishes, I am sure I am not the only person who feels this way. Why am
I saying this? I guess I feel a bit guilty too. I am a dirty old man. But I do
know what I like.
This young girl started working in the office. Only 18.
Short blonde hair cut in a bob. 5'5 with a nice figure that was ever so slightly
plump and nice legs, which got displayed often due to her liking for short
skirts. Her breasts were not large and, depending upon what she wore, sometimes
seemed non-existent. But generally, she wore a light white blouse that showed
small firm breasts that could be cupped comfortably in one hand each … and I
often thought of doing so.
I really was not planning anything when I
asked if she wanted to do some overtime work one evening. There was some filing
and cataloguing to do, which I knew would just get left if we would try to do it
during the day. I also thought she'd appreciate a little extra money.
Of
course, it also gave me an opportunity to chat to her and try to get to know her
a bit better, which I was keen to do. During the day, in the busy office, she
worked quietly, but there was little opportunity to do otherwise and she was
probably reluctant, as the new girl, to join in the conversation of the older
and more experienced staff. Socially, she still needed to find her position in
their ranks.
Erica was a bit shy at first, but started to open up once
she realised that I was genuinely interested. She told me about her family and
her holidays and how she enjoyed horse riding. She told me about her first time
on a horse, her blue eyes sparkling. She had actually found it rather
frightening, but somehow she had to go back and try again. When she talked about
something that made her happy, she became more animated, pulling faces, tossing
her head and using her hands to illustrate what she was saying. When she talked
like that, she changed from being quite pretty to becoming adorable.
'Any
boyfriends?', I said, thinking to myself how lucky any guy would
be.
'Umm. No.' she said, 'No time really.' she added, a bit lamely, I
thought.
'They don't really seem that interested.', she said, looking at
me with some hint of a question in her expression. I guessed that she was
fishing for a compliment or some kind of reassurance.
'I can't believe
that.', I said, moving a little closer and lightly brushing her hair back beside
her head, gently. She looked up at me, obviously interested in what I might say
next. She looked trusting and vulnerable.
'You really are a very pretty
young woman.'
'Do you really think so?', she simpered, blushing a
little.
'I really really think so. In fact, I know so. I was your age
once and I know that, as a boy, you would certainly have turned my
head.'
'You would have asked me out?'
'Of course I would have
done.' I said, secretly amused and flattered by this strange need for
reassurance from me. I was also feeling a bit annoyed. Here I was talking about
myself in the past tense as if I had no real right to be thinking about myself
involved with this lovely girl at my age, now. What I said next was partly out
of anger rather than any other intent, trying to break the image of me as a
sexless middle-aged gent, for me as well as for her.
'Look', I said
'We're both adults and perhaps I shouldn't be saying this, but here I am with
you and you're so pretty and such lovely company, I will probably be thinking
about you later.'
'Later?', she said and looked puzzled.
'Later',
I said. 'When I go home, I am going to think about you and your lovely young
body when I jerk off.'
The reaction was electric. She jerked back, her
eyes wide open and her mouth also. Obviously she was lost for words, but feeling
that she needed to say something. All she could manage was a startled
'Oh!'.
'I'm sorry.', I said 'I've shocked you, but that's the way it is.
Are you ok?' I spoke calmly hoping to reassure her, letting her know that we
were just talking. Inside, I was shaking too. I had actually shocked
myself.
'Oh my!', she said, her hand had fluttered to her throat as if
she had trouble catching her breath. 'I think so.', she paused.
'No ones
ever said anything like that to me before. It makes me feel kind of funny. I
find it difficult to believe you said that.'
'Perhaps I shouldn't have' I
said 'but I wanted you to know just how attractive you are.'
'Did you
really mean that?' she said, obviously a bit excited by the thought. She hadn't
moved any further away, but she hadn't moved any closer, either. She was looking
at me in a different way now. Suddenly I had been transformed from a boring
middle-aged man into someone interesting and dangerous to know. I think she was
loving it.
'Most certainly' I said, feeling very wicked. 'Could I ask a
favour?'
'Ummm … that depends.' She said, acting coyly.
The whole
atmosphere of the conversation had changed. Now we were in new territory and the
rules were clearly different. What could be dared? I suppose I could have backed
off and played safe, but I just had to push a little further. In some ways I
almost felt I owed it to her not to disappoint.
'It would mean a lot to
me if you would let me feel your cunt.'
She wasn't so shaken this time by
my crudeness. 'That's a nasty word, Sir! You're trying to shock me.'
That
was the first time she'd ever called me 'Sir'. Either she was trying to remind
me of our respective positions, or perhaps she was feeding some secret fantasy
she had. I thought it was the latter. And she hadn't said
'No'.
'Actually,' I said, moving closer to her and slipping my right hand
up under her skirt 'what I am trying to do is slide my hand inside your
panties.'
She didn't move, but looked into my eyes and smiled as my hand
pushed inside the elastic waistband of her panties. She closed her eyes and, as
my hand slipped down further, let out a small moan of anticipation. My fingers
eased slowly through her soft pubic hair, over the soft crease of flesh marking
the opening of her pussy to her lips.
She was sopping wet. Soft and
yielding, like a swamp.
My hand explored her warm wet slippery folds. 'Oh
Sir!', she said, as my finger slipped so easily up inside her, and then 'Oh!' as
my finger found her clitty. She moved her hand down to cover mine , holding it
in place.
'That's very naughty of you, Sir! You know you shouldn't, but I
do hope you're not going to stop just yet.'
'Sir', she added, after a
slight pause.
'You have a lovely hot wet young pussy.', I said 'I want to
taste it!'
'Oh Sir! Really?' She moved quickly and eagerly, slipping off
her panties and hopping up onto the desk, lying back and holding her legs apart
for me. Her pussy was wide open, the inner lips protruding, red and succulently
glistening with her moisture.
'Oh Sir!', she said again … and wriggled
her sweet little bottom in front of me on the desk. I had a kind of feeling that
I'd been had.
She looked so beautiful and so shamelessly overcome by her
needs. I moved my head between her thighs, sniffing her aroma and ever so slowly
moving towards her open petals, letting her feel my warm breath first against
her aroused flesh, letting her anticipate my lips and tongue. The scent of her
arousal swamped my senses.
Her clitty protruded, swollen, engorged by
blood. I couldn't resist just flicking my tongue across the tip before licking
down along between her pussylips. She tasted as good as she looked. I buried my
face in her watermelon moisture, licking with my tongue deep up inside her. She
moaned and writhed, grinding her open pussy against my face and lubricating
freely. I moved back up to her clitty to take her little bud into my mouth and
suckle on it. She moaned again and then let out a long sigh.
I would've
enjoyed slowly bringing her to that first peak of pleasure using my mouth and
tongue in that deep intimacy, but she was so far ahead of me. Her youthful
aroused passion had taken her to that point, over and beyond, before I'd hardly
started. Her breathing was heavy and punctuated with little gasps. Far from
being in control, I felt the situation had taken over completely.
I
pulled away from her juicy snatch and looked down at her. She had unbuttoned her
blouse and somehow removed her bra. Her breasts were young firm and perky with
dark pink suckable nipples contrasting most erotically with her pale flesh. The
nipples were standing out erect, reminding me of my cock, now uncomfortably
restricted. Erica moved one hand down between her legs, not wishing to allow the
sensations she was getting to stop and watching as I undid my trousers.
I
released my cock, thick and stiff with my lust for this young girl. With her
watching I stroked it letting her see the full length and the thick purple head
which I was going to use to open up her cunt even wider.
'Oh My! Are you
going to fuck me, Sir?'
I ignored the silly question moving my body over
hers, my thighs between her thighs, placing my two hands on her two breasts,
squeezing them, lifting the nipples up to my mouth to be sucked on. Licking and
sucking on those sweet nubs made her moan again. Her hands moved away from her
pussy between my legs where they encircled my cock. One hand then moved down to
cradle my balls while the other started to feel along the length of the
shaft.
'Ooooh! I want your cock! Give me your cock! Fuck this little girl
with your big cock, Sir!'
She pulled me towards her, eager to feel my
thick cockhead filling her young pussy. My lips worked up from her breasts
kissing and licking her up to her neck. My cock was nudging at the entrance to
her slick cunt.
I moved my head away from the soft flesh of her neck so I
could look into her face, seeing the change of expression as my cock entered her
love tunnel for the first time. She was tight, but so incredibly lubricated that
her hot pussy accepted my hardness easily, returning my intrusion with a tight
hot slippery embrace gripping my cock so deliciously. Her mouth opened again,
her eyes looking at me half-closed. My cock stretching her young pussy caused an
almost inaudible gasp of pain, followed by a quiet moan of
satisfaction.
I only had the head of my cock inside her. Shifting my
weight behind me I pushed deeper inside her slippery tightness, her eyes opened
wide now realising that I still had not entered her completely. There was no
obstruction, other than her tightness, so perhaps she was not a virgin. I
wondered if she had been playing a game with me - just who was seducing who,
here?.
Her legs wrapped around me pulling me in as deep as I could go. My
mouth moved to hers and she responded, holding me tightly against me, mashing
her lips against mine, still moaning into my open mouth. My cock now fully
inside her started to move back and forwards, slowly at first, in short steady
movements and then speeding up the fuck rhythm building the friction between my
hard broad cock and the gripping slimy embrace of her cunt muscles.
I had
her where I wanted and now I just fucked her hard, my prick pounding in and out
of her body. Taken over by my animal lust, I just rammed in and out of her,
shaking her body with every thrust, making her tits jiggle, her hard nipples
brushing against my chest.. Her cries started getting louder, keeping pace with
my thrusts.
'Uh, uh, uh, uhh, uhh … Uhhhh … I'm cummmming!'
I
didn't really care. My own load was full and ready. I rammed selfishly into her
hot snatch knowing that I couldn't help spurting deep inside her. I felt the
swelling of my cock increasing the pressure on the walls of her vagina as my hot
semen pumped up from my balls and spewed out deep inside her womb. I continued
to fuck into her, still cumming, making sure she took all my cream inside her
young cunt.
Exhausted, I pulled out of her, my cock wet and sticky from
our combined juices, her pussy dribbled the same mixture. She lay on the desk,
flushed, her pale flesh now a delicious pink, her clothes – those she was still
wearing – in disarray. Breathless, she did not move, but she still made the
effort to speak.
'Oh, thank you, Sir!'
After Hours In The Office
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