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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The HR Director showed me to my new office
“here it is…no doubt you’ll be out and about a lot but you can use the office as a base. Decorate it as you want….”
I was the new Finance Director of a Manufacturing company – there were several factories about Ireland that I’d be visiting but in HQ I’d been given my own office to base myself from. One quiet afternoon, I looked around at the spartan walls and decided to spruce the place up. Returning from the retail Park with some plants and a couple of pictures, I set about making myself at home.
Just as I finished putting the last picture up, Vicky, a newly married Junior Accountant in her mid-20’s knocked on the door.
“Hi D-S”, she said from the doorway.
I turned around to see the 25yr old, glasses propped-up on the top of her head, long black hair cascading to her shoulder-blades, white blouse and pinstrip skirt, leaning against the door of my office.
“Hi Vicky, how can I help?”
“Fucking Brexit! Can I take you through the impact of these new bloody tariffs we’ll have to pay?”
“Madness isn’t it – sure, you better sit down and close the door”
Vicky sat to the side of my desk and opened-up her laptop. Glasses on, as she leaned forward I noticed that a crease has opened-up in her blouse, exposing her right breast. I concentrated on the work she was presenting, stealing the odd glance down to her exposed breast, her slightly ill-fitting bra just at the right angle to show me her nipple.
As the chat finished, Vicky stood up and returned to her desk, about 10metres outside my office. She sat cross legged, her shoe tangling from her toe, bare foot, ankle and shapely calf absent-mindedly coming into view.
I knew Vicky was only married a couple of months, but that didn’t stop me from day-dreaming what it would be like to play with her, perhaps in my office, closing the door and ordering her to slowly strip. “An impossible fantasy” I chastised myself outload and then, opening the spreadsheet Vicky had sent me with a big bloody number in red at the bottom, came crashing back to reality.
The days then followed a similar pattern: Vicky and I had the odd sandwhich together, were in a number of meetings, and I secretly soaked-up every moment I had admiring her youthful body, and naïve humour. She was intelligent, great looking, god at her job, dedicated and when it was needed, unafraid of putting in the hours. All the while, wearing similar clothes: business skirt, slightly heeled shoes, business blouse, fitted around her tight waist and chest.
What was also obvious was her love for her new husband. I was better off looking for a new source of fantasy as lusting over a junior employee was not going to do me any favours.
I opened-up FAB – a party this w/e in a nearby club. PM sent, invitation received. I was in.
That Saturday I arrived at the club in a black suit, white shirt. I caught-up with a couple of the regulars and started flirting with one lady who, dressed in just a white corset, looked incredible.
“Shall we play?” She asked, and led me up the stairs to one of the playrooms. After a few weeks of increasing frustration I was already excited, the familiar tingle building.
As we entered the room we were met by two naked men, one removing a used condom whilst the other was just putting one on. A third man, wearing Calvin Klein shorts and vest was half sitting on the bed alongside a women who was tied to the bed post. She was wearing black stockings, a black lace bra and a blindfold.
“Let’s watch a while…” my partner suggested. The man in CK underwear beckoned the lad with the condom over, kissed him on the mouth, and then guided the man’s cock into the woman on the bed.
As they fucked, the woman on the bed moaned in pleasure, the strangers cock slowly moving inside her. My new friend moved one hand inside my trousers, stroking my cock. “You should join in” she said “I’ll watch…”
I caught CK’s eye and he beckoned me over. The previous man had finished and was cleaning himself up when CK said “Vicky wants to get to 5 tonight…you are number 5. Get undressed and get ready”
Vicky??? I looked down on the bed and there she was. Jesus – is this ethical? Fuck that – now or never!
I removed my jacket and trousers, shoes and socks, shirt and looked down on Vicky – just as stunning as I had imagined.
“Vicky” CK said “ I have your 5th…he’s a man in his 40’s and he’s going to fuck you, Then I’m going to cum in your mouth when he’s finished.”
I was going to make the most of this. On the bed I moved between her legs, exploring Vicky’s cunt. As I did so, my partner lay on the bed and stroked herself, smiling. I slipped on the condom and moved inside Vicky. She was wet and tight. I moved slowly…in and out…cupping her breasts. I leant closer, kissing her, tongue dancing around hers. “I’m cumming” she said…I sped up, climaxing inside her as my partner stroked my thigh.
Spent, I stood-up, my erection softening. As I did so, CK slipped-off his shorts and without warning, removed Vicky's blindfold |
