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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, AND MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF CONSENTUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR THE STATE OR COUNTRY IN WHICH YOU RESIDE PROHIBITS SUCH MATERIAL, THEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS STORY IS EROTIC FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT NECESSARILY CONDONE OR ENDORSE THE BEHAVIOR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR TO ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. (C) Copyright 1999 by oshies, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form.

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Joann 'What a city', Joann Clintson thought as she looked over the bright lights of SF. She considered herself lucky to get such a nice apartment on the top floor of a ten story tower right at Union Street shortly after she moved to SF. Before she had just lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere in Nevada. Cows, desert, heat, boredom. Her thoughts turned to the past. Memories of the ugly break with Jeff were still fresh in her mind. 'Damn you, Jeff Frontis', she thought angrily. 'Old ugly bitch -ha!' She turned and studied herself in the mirror. Dark-blond hair, hourglass figure, firm medium sized breasts with small aureoles and slim legs with a nice well-trimmed bush covering her sensuous snatch with a color matching her hair. She ought to receive easily any health man's attention. She just was afraid to have a new relationship. 'Damn you, Jeff', she thought again. He had been the beacon of her sexual experiences. Whatever she knew, what ever she had felt came from him. She had been a little high school girl who only knew sex from small scenes on TV. Then he had introduced her to a completely new world of excitement, of ecstasy and love. He had explored her body, shown her sexual capabilities until that frightful day two weeks ago when she had caught him in the cliché-like fashion with another woman. She still had that memory in mind. His hard prick that she knew so well furiously pumping away into that bitch Rachel. Their u uninhibited cries were still vibrating in her ears. Even though she felt aroused by that sight - she had never seen, only felt how lovemaking looks like -, quickly her anger overwhelmed her.
She decided to ban him from his memory. His caresses, his lips touching her body, her breast, her nipples, moving slowly to her most sensible parts, his big cock caressing her lips, slowly penetrating her, opening her vagina, his muscular body between her legs, stroking her with slow and powerful strokes...... 'Stop', she screamed at herself. 'Shut up, you idiot. Time for some R&R.;' She threw herself on the bed, spread her beautiful long legs and slowly started to move her fingers over her body. Her former sensual dreams had already aroused her. Her nipples were uptight and her cunt flowing with juice. 'Dam you, you still make me horny'. Her finger caressed her already wet cunt lips. 'I'm so horny, I'm so wet' . She started to move her fingers up and down her slit, postponing the upcoming penetration until she could contain herself any longer. With a small gasp she pushed first one, then another finger into her open and wet hole and began to pump quicker and quicker. Images of her wild love with Jeff floated through her mind. The crazy time in the elevator, when he had hit the emergency button, stopping the elevator. When he had just turned around with a wild glance in his eyes, pushed her into a corner and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Just that almost made her come. When he had lifted her short dress, ripped away the panties, opened his fly, lifted her up, and entered her quivering and anticipating pussy, roughly fucking her standing up in that corner of the lift. How good that had felt. She could still feel the walls of the lift on her back, as she rhythmically bumped against then, responding to his violent strokes. How they both had come at the same time in that wonderful animal-like lust, his semen flowing down in white treacherous streams. How she had used her torn slip to clean herself up, the looks of her colleagues when they finally left the lift, how she had to walk around the whole day without panties, careful not to bend down. How exiting! "O yes, oh yes, OH YESSSSS", she screamed loud as she hit the spot. Orgasmic relief swept through her body. Slowly she caressed herself through the post-climatic glow, finally drifting off to sleep. Got to find some job tomorrow', her final thoughts.
Job hunting Next morning found her going through the ads of the local papers. A couple of job offers seemed to look good. ''Experienced office assistant with outstanding interpersonal qualities. Excellent package.'' ' Interpersonal qualities... well, let's see!' Fixing the time for the interview was easy, they seemed to be desperately looking for a replacement. Joann had put on her most serene business dress, showing modestly her shapely figure and legs. The company, Aces Inc., was on the thirties floor of on of the scrapers. Furnished with a nice mixture of old-fashioned oak and shiny new chromed furniture its reception area gave a good solid impression. She presented herself to the secretary of the personnel manager, a good-looking girl of her age whose glasses fit her face. The plate said: "Elisabeth Mill". Mrs. Mill greeted her with an appraising look, saying, "Hi, I see you're on time. Please go straight in to Mr. Wills." She was shown in to the personnel manager. Joann was surprised to see that Mrs. Mill was dressed in a rather tight and short shirt with sexy looking stockings and a blouse showing allowing a good view of her braless cleavage. 'Maybe she wants to show off', Joann thought. The room of the personnel manager was well furnished with tasteful carpets, cupboards with business books and a assembly of a couch, seats and table in one corner. Behind the desk with a name plate of "Mike B. Wills" was a rather young handsome man in the early thirties. After the greetings talks proceeded quickly. To her surprise her credentials were fully accepted and they agreed that she could start the following day. She didn't mind at all that she was going to be second assistant's position in the personnel department with her direct boss being that nice "Mike". 'Up yours, Jeff', she thought happily. That bastard had promised her on their last nasty meeting that she would never find a decent job. For the afternoon she decided to discover the city.
At the movies After changing into a casual denim dress Joann strolled happily through Market Street investigating her new home city. After some window shopping she noticed some weird looking theaters. Curiously she studied the display. 'Sexually explicit'. Curiosity rose in her. 'These are the films the boys at Westminster High had been whispering of'. Still exhilarated by her easy employment curiosity overcame her and she decided to take a look. In her casual denim dress she shouldn't create any attention.
The cashier, some nerdish type with thick glasses, studied her curiously. "Women 1 Dollar", he mumbled almost unintelligible. 'Well, why not, I'll have plenty soon', she thought. "Down the aisle, through the curtain". Cautiously Joann moved on. Through the curtain she heard muffled groans of sexual excitement. Pushing aside the curtain to the room she noticed the odd smell. Dusty and sweaty with a funny masculine touch to it. 'They should air that room sometime'. As she entered she couldn't see anything for a moment - except .. the screen!
A brunette girl of her age was kneeling in what looked like a factory servicing four men at the same time, one big cock having a work out in every of her bodily openings. The loudspeakers were giving every groan of the men and the suppressed moan of the girl Joann stood fixed, her eyes glued to the screen. That girl seemed to enjoy the brutal fucking she was subjected to. She was purring and moaning and alternatively sucking on each of the two cocks she was holding and stroking in her hands while the two men were furiously reaming her out. Just as she looked one after the other was pulling out his cock and showering her with white streams of cum. Joann watched in awe as that girls avidly lapped off every drop that came out of her two oral friends. She had never allowed Jeff to come in her mouth, even though he had tried to make her do it. Now she saw that people were obviously enjoying it. As the scene changed abruptly she noticed that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She saw five heads looking fixed on the screen. Several rows were empty, so she quickly moved to a seat near the wall. The screen had changed. Two girls dating two handsome young studs were already in an advanced state of petting. The two couples were kissing deeply while the girls were slowly getting rid of their clothes. They all ended up on the hood of a vintage car in the garage, both of them being fucked avidly in various positions - from behind, from front, standing up or sucking on the astonishing long lasting cocks of the men. When another customer entered the garage, he was immediately serviced by the girls, and confusing changes of positions ensued. It all ended up with the girls kneeling on the floor with white fluid come all over their faces. Joann's eyes never left the screen. All this was so unreal, unattached to the world outside, yet strangely exiting. She felt aroused, stimulated. Especially the moans and cries of the women begging for more fucking excited her beyond her comprehension. She hardly noticed that her hand had crept down her belly and was slowly rubbing her crotch over her denim shirt. The next sequence reminded her of her own situation. A brunette girl of her age appeared for a job interview. The lewd interviewers quickly went for the kill and asked for credentials, which rapidly evolved into a group action in which the lady got willingly fucked by the two studs in every hole on the desk. Suddenly a soft male voice whispered: '"Can I be of assistance, lady?" Startled she looked at the speaker. A quite friendly looking man of her age smiled at her. "You look interested. Mind if I help a bit?" "Why... no.....yes......no......I dunno'". "Well, why don't you just wait and enjoy?". With these words the stranger slowly parted her legs and let his hands slowly slide up her legs. Joann moaned while the action on the screen continued. "Wait an moment....ohhhhhhh". Her feeble protests were ignored as the probing fingers reached her moist lips only covered by her soaked panties. 'Is this for real?', she thought. 'Oh God, this feels incredible!' .Her eyes remained glued to the screen where the brunette slut was being savagely fucked by a huge cock while the other man was holding her spread legs. The rhythmic groans of the actors and the slapping sounds of the bodies clashing into each other coincided with the gentle massage of her cunt. "Come on, give it to her, tear her apart", the man holding the legs urged to fucking couple. The filthy language drove Joann on. Slowly the finger removed the thin fabric of the panties and started to stroke her undefended cunt. "Mmmm, that feels good", she heard herself say. Suddenly her left hand was grabbed authoritatively and guided over to the next seat. She almost shrieked as she touched hard hot throbbing cockmeat. "Come on, Lady, be nice", begged the gentle voice. "Please". Reluctantly she grabbed the stiff member like Jeff had taught her, gentle but firm. The hand took her again by the wrist and slowly moved her hand up and down. Two things changed simultaneously. The hand stroking her cunt slowly started to enter her open channel flooded with her juice while the girl on the screen went down on all fours to receive a cock on her mouth and cunt. "Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod", she moaned load. The finger in her cunt was joined by a brother; both began to moved in and out of her responding cunt in ever increasing rate. It was too much to bear. Just as the cock on the screen began to spurt stream after stream into the wide open mouth her cunt wall began the too familiar feeling of contraction for the upcoming orgasm. 'NO, NOT IN HERE', she screamed at herself. Too late. Sliding down the seat in an effort to get more of these wonderful satisfying fingers she just managed to groan behind her closed teeth. Not good enough. When she opened her eyes she saw that the action on the screen no longer mattered. She was surrounded by about five men. All pointing hard cocks at her, masturbating violently. She found herself half sitting, half lying in her seat, her shirt obscenely moved up to her hips and her cunt open for the prying looks of the spectators. "Hey, let me go!", Joann wailed. "Wait a moment, bitch, won't you show some gratitude?" With these words the helpless girl was hauled up to her knees. Her head forced into the lap and on the blood filled stiff prick she had masturbated. When the male smelling tip forced his way between her lips Joann felt nauseated and helpless. "Suck it, bitch", the formerly gentle voice hissed. Her head was forced up and down the pole while catcalls and whistles of the bystanders filled her ears. After only a few strokes the bulbous head seemed to grow and a salty tasting fluid filled her mouth. Joann tried to get the endless spurting human fountain out of her mouth but a hand forced her head to stay on. "Finish your job, bitch", the voice growled. No choice, she had to swallow the fluid. Just then she felt that a cock entered her still lubricated fuck channel. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHH", she groaned, images of the film flickering in her mind. "Just hold still and enjoy, you'll get the ride of your life", the helpless girl heard an unknown voice say. At the same time somebody on the screen must have had an orgasm. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes", a female voice shrieked at the top of her lungs. A before unknown switch in Joann was flipped. "That's it, yes, do it, show me, come on, harder", she groaned. The cock in her seemed to obey. Two hand of steel grabbed her and pistoned the cock into her hole a racing machine. "That's it, that's it, YYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS". A second violent orgasm shook her, more severe than the first one, clenching the invading cock like vice, guiding it to orgasm and finally milking it to the last drop.
Just then the lights went on. "What the fuck is going on in here", thundered a voice. "Do you think I wanna get indicted for running an brothel? Out, everybody, now! Out, or I call the fucking cops!" Exhausted, Joann lifted her head. The men were gone, so were the cocks. Only a fat-bellied man was standing in front of her. "That also applies to you. If you wanna do some fucking around, don't do it here and mess up my cinema." Slowly Joann got up. She was a mess. Cum was running down her thighs, her panties were torn up and her face was covered with sticky sperm. As she adjusted her skirt and straitened her shirt the man was eyeing her. He liked what he saw. "Now, whore, who's going to pay for the cleaning of the chairs?" Joann was confused: "I..I don't know". "Now, I can't, so I'll have to call the cops and sue you for damage. You stay here, or else..." "Cops....no, no, please not, I'll pay for it, please", begged Joann. Images of her in a cell with all the filth of the city came to her mind. The man eyed her again. "Well, maybe we can arrange for something. You've been giving quite a nice performance, but you don't look like a professional. Are you?" "Well, no", Joann stammered, not knowing what that obviously violent man meant. "Just as I thought. =Well, you wanna have the cops, or you wanna be nice to me. Your choice." "Not the cops, but... what do you want from me?" "Just a nice suggestion among friends. You seem to be a pretty good cocksucker. Why don't you clean your mouth and give me a really good blowjob, the one you gave that boy over there. Well?" With this word he opened his fly and took out an evil looking limp fat cock. Joann decided that she had no choice. Obediently she got down to her knees and eyed the sordid smelling piece of meat. "How do you like my Willie?", the owner asked with an evil smile. "Come on, eat it, it's not rotten." Reluctantly Joann opened her lips and tentatively licked the tip. The cock jumped as if it was touched with a hot iron. "Come on, don't waste time, blow it up." Joann closed her eyes and slipped the limp thing into her mouth. Gently she began lick and suck on it. The effect came immediately. The limp thing turned into an astonishing long and hard seven inch cock. Slowly she began to move her head along the rod and was rewarded by an exited moan. "Jess, baby, that's it, that's the way". Encouraged she intensified her copy of a tight cunt and increased her speed. "Okay, okay, 'kay, 'kay,...okay, okayyyyyyyyyy...." With a long groan thick wads of now familiar cum left the tip of the rod and flooded her mouth. Encouraged by her previous experience she started to swallow it, but it kept coming for some seconds. Finally he subsided and withdrew with an satisfied smile, watching the kneeling girl clearing her mouth of his semen. "Wow, bitch, you really know how to clear a man's tubes. Okay, honey, I keep my bargain. If you wanna come back, just tell the cashier that Joey okayed it and you can get in for free. What's your name, by the way?" "Ouh, Mary Beth". "Well 'Mary Beth', you better go now. It's getting dark, and the area is not made for nice little girls after sunset". He laughed uproariously about his joke.
When Joann left the cinema was getting dark. She was almost thankful for that so nobody could see her rumpled state. Walking quickly through the darkness she reached her apartment without problems. When the door closed after her she almost fell down in relief. Barely making it to the sleeping room, she threw her rumpled and smelly clothes in a cupboard and took a long purging shower to clean herself off. Lying in bed she wondered about herself. What was the matter with her? She didn't feel abused, even a little exhilarated. And that cum-swallowing business wasn't so bad after all. Why hadn't she made it with Jeff? Maybe that was one of the reasons why they had broken up. With these ideas she slipped into sleep.
The videos In her nights strange dreams were torturing Joann. Lying alone under the thin bedcover in her bed she felt like hanging chained to the wall on a huge cross with her legs bound next to her handcuffed wrists and her pussy obscenely thrust forward. The cross stood in the gangway of a strange building with people in long black capes drifting by ignoring her completely. Now and then somebody would stop, open his cape and display a huge stiff prick. Without any preliminaries he would stick it into her open and defenseless cunt and satisfy himself, continuing his conversations while ignoring her pleas. Tears of humiliation streaked down her face. Nevertheless she came several times in her dreams. Confused she woke up when the alarm went off. Her pussy was dripping wet. For fast relief of her weird dreams she quickly masturbated herself to orgasm using the strange images of her dream.
The first days in office at her new job passed like a rapid-motion film. She quickly learned her duties within the department, more and more efficiently typing and filing the numerous paperwork. Only Beth puzzled her. She hardly gave anything for her to do, keeping for herself and didn't invite any girl talk. She seemed to like short shirts, displaying beautifully shaped legs and a great figure. All men danced around her, but she wouldn't notice. 'Is she a dyke', Joann asked herself. As far as she was concerned, the attention of the men was ok. She just wanted to wait and see who might be the best partner for a date.
One evening she found some weird looking catalogue in her mailbox. As she opened it was full of offers for porno tapes and related stuff. Was she singled out? Did somebody knew of her adventure some days age? Quickly she checked the other boxes. No, that catalogue was in all of them. Junk mail, ok.
Moving up to her apartment she flicked through. Tapes, books, paraphernalia. Again, it exited her. Her eyes stayed at a page with vibrators and dildo. Now that she saw them she remembered a shop with these things in her neighborhood. Did it come from there? No, the address was just an anonymous mailbox. Still, wasn't that a nice replacement for the void Jeff's prick had left.
Arming herself with some heavy-duty sunglasses she cautiously walked to the shop and entered. Stacks of Tapes, a small section of books and these artificial cocks. Confused, Joann checked the stalls. A black cock shaped like the one her former lover got her interest. Ok, maybe some more stimulation. Superficially she checked the tapes. Big cocks of handsome studs poking into gaping cunts dominated. Randomly she grabbed a tape named "Up, up and away", paid hurriedly and went home with her booty in a nondescript plastic bag. Relieved that nobody had seen her she dropped into bed and examined her treasure. Well, lets see. First she washed to vibrator carefully and switched it on. Batteries worked fine. Next step. She started the tape and stretched out in bed waiting for the things to happen.
Quickly a scene in a department store evolved. A fairly nice young salesgirl and a handsome man talked to each other about a new set of jeans. When the man changed the girl followed him into the cabin and the sucking and fucking began. The couple tried various positions until he was satisfied orally. The sequence ended with the girl carefully licking off her sperm-coated face.
Though pretty stupid the story had its desired effect of Joann. She felt her clit becoming moist as the video progressed. The urge to touch herself, to masturbate became overwhelming. Pausing briefly she took up the vibrator and switched it on. Slowly she inserted the humming tool into her vagina. Not bad, not baaaadddddd. Yessss. The vibrating prick stretched her cunt wall, stimulating her, moving her on. In the meantime the scene had changed. A young skating bitch was seducing her trainer. Just as Joann looked on, the horny young girl was mounting him, sinking his big rod into her shaved cunt. Joann could clearly see how the prick entered and left the girl, drawing some piece of moist flesh with him every time as he reappeared out of her. The moans and the filthy talk of the couple exited her additionally. With both hands she gripped the vibrator, fucking herself in a rapid motion. Very quickly she reached a shattering orgasm, much better than anything she had had with just her fingers. When she opened her eyes she saw the large looming cock emptying himself on the face of his young skating pupil. "Enough for today", Joann mumbled as she switched off the recorder.
Two weeks had passed since she had found the right tool for her relief. In the meantime she had added another two videos to the first one. One was just straight sex in various surroundings, but the other was of a more kinky nature. She had chosen it out of curiosity since in showed images derived from that strange dream that kept coming up from time to time. Story was that it was a 'documentary' of an army training camp that prepared female solders for the ordeals of a POW. Lots of horny men in army fatigues screaming at the helpless women prisoners who were handcuffed or tied to the walls or on specially devised racks. Obviously the women seemed to love being in the camp. As soon as the handsome solders put their always raging cocks into their undefended pussies the helpless girls cheered them on with filthy talk and orgiastic screams. Joann was strangely aroused by the film. One of the most stimulating scenes in the video was the escape of two women from the camp. Barely clothed they kept on running through the jungle, at one time consoling each other in a lesbian sixty-nine, only to be chased down, tied to the trees and subjected to some really brutal gang bangs. The pictures of the women lying tied and spread-eagled on a meadow, surrounded by naked solders with big hard cocks, suspended between trees, their cunts mercilessly reamed by pistoning pricks or kneeling with immobilized faces satisfying orally the lust of unseen males, the slurping noises the poor victims made when swallowing the endless streams of cum, their open cunts presented to the camera, all this made Joann come many times. She continued to ask herself, why she was so drawn to this stuff, but she kept on using her black friend while watching and listening to the screams. Another favorite was the cruel initiation rite with which newcomers eager to learn the art of surviving in such a hostile environment were subjected to. First they had to strip down before the whole jeering camp. After that already terrifying ordeal in which the first rookies broke down and wanted to leave (to no avail), they were handcuffed, blindfolded and made to kneel in a row over a fallen tree. Then all solders walked by and gave every girl a thorough fucking. After this initial ritual a degrading discussion about the bodily advantages and disadvantages of the keeling and subdued girls ensued. After the sadistic soldiers had recovered, all the women had to suck off the seemingly inexhaustible pricks. They took the heads of the blindfolded and helpless female soldiers and used their mouths as if they were dolls, rocking them back and forth and shooting off their loads on the women's faces and deep into their throats. With their bound hands and blindfolds the whimpering and crying girls were completely at the mercy of the guards.
Discoveries Overall Joann felt quite satisfied with her sex life as a single, even though now and then she continued to have fantasies about Jeff, her former boy friend and his beautiful cock. But he as a person slowly faded away.
One day into her second week at the new job an unforeseeable event added further spice to her sexual imaginations. One of her routine tasks was to pick up the mail in the mail room and distribute it to the boxes. Just as she was checking the addresses a rhythmic slapping and some subdued moans coming reached her ears. The noise seemed to come from the other room. Silently she tiptoed over to the little window giving a view into the next room. The view was breathtaking. Wendy, an assistant in the finance department, was lying with her back on the table of the empty room, her legs held up by Conrad, a young and good looking finance exec. Her panties were lying on the floor, while her dress had ridden up to her waist. Her ample breasts were swaying under the thrusts of young half naked Conrad, fucking his strong prick with long steady strokes into her gleaming pussy. From that window Joann had a nice view of the thick prick sliding into the willing pussy, accompanied by the low yet high-pitched "yes, yes, yes" of Wendy. Both seemed to enjoy their secret lovemaking. After a few moments Conrad whispered in a suppressed voice: "Come on, baby, I can't hold any longer, come, come, come, come, come, come, COME, CUUUMMMMMMMM!". His whole body stiffened as he shot four to five loads into her waiting pussy. "NOO!", wailed Wendy, "dam you, wait." With these words she reached down and started to rub her moist clit furiously. "Keep it in, please, keep your lovely hard, stiff cock inside me, I need it sooo much, yes, yes, yesssss!" With these words her body reared up in orgiastic relief, her eyes and mouth wide open while her hands worked furiously on her love bud. Before the two lovebirds could discover her Joann silently withdrew, picking up her mail and leaving the room. Her whole crotch was drenched in her juices. When she saw Wendy later on Joann did not discover any treacherous marks on the event. "Really pro", she thought.
After that event she kept her eyes open for more office sex going on. Small signs of secret bondage soon came to her attention sharpened by her solitude. Eyes holding contact longer than necessary, couples flocking together. Out of curiosity she slowly and silently walked down the gangway, listening for any treacherous noises behind the closed doors. Now and then, especially during the late hours, she could her groans and little screams coming out of the offices. Especially the small mail room was one of the most favorite spots for any eager couples.
In there she had one of the biggest surprises since working in the company. Mrs. Grimes, the forty-five year old chief secretary of the CEO was giving an expert blow job to John Andrews, CFO. It was a truly breathtaking view. Mrs. Grimes was squatting on the floor while Mr. Andrews, whom Joann only knew as a most distinguished and aristocratic gentlemen, was standing in front of her with his fly open and his handsome prick aggressively looking out. Mrs. Grimes, whom the younger secretaries only referred to as 'the old witch' had her lips tightly wrapped around his penis and was eagerly bobbing her head back and forth. Her spread legs revealed a dark haired cunt that was not covered by any slip. Andrews was talking to the woman below him using a filthy language that Joann never would have expected in such a aristocratic looking officer of the company. "Yes, you bitch, give it to me, suck me off, quicker, go on, move your head, you whore, go, go, go, go. Now show me your tits, I wanna see them, bitch, do it now." Obviously Mrs. Grimes did not object to his word, without stopping her sucking she unbuttoned her blouse, pushed down her bra and let her ample breast spill out. "You got really nice looking milk bags, you know, you dirty whore?" Mrs. Grimes hummed excitedly through her full mouth. "Ok, bitch, today it's your great day again: I'll come directly into your mouth, and you will swallow every sweet drop of mine, you understand?" With these words Mr. Andrews reached down and pinched the erect nipples of her bare breasts, making her groan in anticipation. He grabbed his prick and began to masturbate rapidly into her mouth. After only a few strokes he declared victory by a load long relieving grunt. Mrs. Grimes kept his long red member tightly sealed. Joann could see her swallow several times; obviously enjoying her part. "Nice girl," commended Andrews, withdrawing his rapidly deflating member our of her mouth. ""And tomorrow you'll receive a nice thorough fuck. Six thirty here - without your pants! Clear?" Mrs. Andrews nodded in agreement. 'What power does he have over her?' Joann asked herself as she silently left her viewpoint. 'She's so different. Maybe she just likes a good fuck? Anyway, I'll take a look tomorrow.'
The next evening saw Joann working unusually late. Beth gave her some curious look but kept to herself. She was the only one restrained, even al little brusque to her, even though Joann tried her best to establish an good working relationship. All she had learned was that Beth was living alone in a medium apartment on the other side of the bay. No friends, no lovers, she seemed to be dedicated to the job. Joann was puzzled by her ; Beth was a quite good looking woman, good legs, ample breasts, both of which she displayed in a unobtrusive way without hiding them.
At six thirty Joann packed up and left for the elevator. One floor above the mail room she took the stairs down. Carefully she tiptoed to the room and peeked inside. Empty except for the telltale slurping noises of the lover's room. On time. Relieved she picked her way to her observation point and looked through the window. Old Grimes again was squatting in front of Mr. Andrews sucking him off. Her dark blue shirt was already hunched over her hips displaying her naked crotch with pink cunt lips dividing her neatly trimmed black pussy. So she had obeyed his orders to the letter. One hand was working on Andrews prick while the other was busy preparing herself for the promised penetration. Her closed lips emitted a constantsatisfied moan while the fully clothed Andrews drove her on with whispered commands. "That's right, you slut, get him up, he's waiting for you, he's waiting to come into that tight cunt of yours, to rip you apart, to fuck your pussy until he comes out of your mouth. Suck him, cunt, suck him like the good whore you are". With these words he took her by her arms, lifted her up, turned her around and made her bend over the table. "Show me your nice ass; I'm gonna fuck you now as no man has ever done that to you before. Come on, stick out that lovely ass of yours, cunt." The dirty language had the desired effect on the woman. She squirmed, wriggled her ass and moan: "Shut up, you stud, put your fuck tool into my poor little cunt, fuck me, oh fuck me." Without any further preliminaries he shoved his rigid prick into her. Mrs. Grimes was so aroused that with the first shove he entered her fully. As he started to pound her furiously she held on the edges of the table and responded vigorously to his thrusts, accompanied by a constant stream of dirty words: "Fuck, fuck, fuck me, yes, go, go, go, show it to me, you stud, show it to your little cunt, to your whore, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee." With the last words she stiffened her body and groaned between clenched teeth while Andrews continued to support her climax. Joann had already also lifted her shirt, pushed away her panties and was furiously working on her clit matching the speed with the timing of the couple. She was so stimulated she felt her love juice running down her legs. She didn't care, her eyes were glued to the erotic scene. As Mrs. Grimes lay flat on the table with her eyes closed he stopped and said: "Ok, honey, now for me. You're so wide I need something tighter. I'm gonna fuck your ass." "What?", she shrieked," you told me you'd never do it again!" With these words she tried to rise, but he held her easily down with one hand. "Shut up, you bitch, you liked it, you just didn't want to admit it. SHUT UP", he growled. With the other hand he took his blood-filled rod out of her bright red cunt and placed it on her puckered brownie. "Stoooooooopppppp it", groaned Mrs. Grimes," pleeeease stooop". Andrews didn't listen. Joann could see how he increased the pressure until the muscle yielded and the tip slowly disappeared in the hole. Mrs. Grimes seemed to rear like a horse about to be broken but was held down by the firm hand placed on her back. "Doooooooooonnnnnnn't, NOOOOO, you're tearing me apart!", she groaned miserably. Andrews didn't listen. Inch for inch of his burning rod pressed inside the unwelcoming hole of the groaning secretary. When he was fully immersed he rested for a moment. "I'm in, you cocksucker, why are you complaining. 'Tisn't that bad." With these words he slowly began to pound her second hole.
Joann watched with wide open eyes. She had never seen a anal rape in real life, only on her video. It seemed to work, yet she had never imagined to use her shit hole as a way for pleasure. Two fingers were deeply buried inside her cunt, pumping furiously. To her surprise Mrs. Grimes was responding to it. Her groans shifted from a tortured moan to the grunts she had shown when Andres fucked in her natural opening. But too late. Obviously the second hole was tight enough for Andrews' need. With a suppressed "Yeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh", he shot his load into her bowels and fell exhausted over the prostate woman. After a few moments he groaned, straightened up and left her hole with an audible plop, leaving behind a small trail of his white come. Carefully he stored his limp cock back into his place and turned to the woman still lying on the table. "Come on, Mary, it wasn't that bad, was it.? Be a nice little girl, I noticed you liked it." Mrs. Grimes slowly lifted herself up and stood with uneasily on quivering legs. Her naked full breasts heaved. "You...you bastard. Ok, I started to like it, but the next time don't be so brutal. I feel as if I was turned upside down." "Promise, my dear, I'll prepare you next time", Andrews said with a soothing voice, kissing her on the cheek. "Come on, I drive you home." Quickly Joann retreated to the back of the room. As she knelt behind some boxes she felt her wet pants cling coldly to her overheated cunt. 'Wow, that was better than any video', she thought. 'I can't wait for home'. As soon as she heard the elevator leave with the two lovebirds she left her cover for her room.
Getting on with the boss Unobserved she reached her working room. Funny, the lights were still on, Beth's computer was running, but she wasn't there. "Probably in the restroom." Before Beth' return she wanted to leave. Taking a tissue out of her drawer she hurriedly wiped herself clean while listening for Beth return. Instead she heard some familiar sounds. "Yeah, baby, I like it. Go on, go on". She look around. Only the door to Mr. Wills was open. 'What the hell is going on in here? Is everybody in here a sex-crazed maniac?' With these thoughts she tiptoed to the door and opened it carefully.
Beth was kneeling without any bra or blouse between the spread legs of Mr. Willis, carefully and slowly licking his stiff penis. Joann could believe her eyes. The self-composed Beth, acting like a half starved whore, and the always correct Mr. Willis. 'Is everybody in here just looking forward to fuck each other?` As Joann looked on, Beth continued to manipulate expertly the fuck tool of her boss. Mr. Wills was obviously enjoying her manipulations enormously. "Ohhh, that feels sooooo good, go on, go on." Joann own pent-up desire broke way. Aroused by her earlier observations, the exciting picture in front of her she opened the door widely, declared brightly, "Hi, there, mind if I join?," went over to the startled couple, knelt down beside Beth, grabbed the ready tool of Mr. Wills and mouthed him deeply. The moment she had entered Beth had shrieked like a frightened pig. Immediately she had let go of her work cover herself, while Mr. Wills tried to tried to hide the incriminating part of his body. No chance. Before he had recovered Joann had resumed the tender loving care of her colleague. Joann worked on her bosses prick like she was starving. Her manipulations quickly overcame Mike Wills reservations and he completely gave in the quite pleasant felling form his most sensitive organ. "I didn't know you were soo hot, Joann. Good, gooood, you're a real expert". Taking out the love rod for a moment Joann turned to Beth: "Why don't you join, Beth? There's enough left for the two of us." With these words she offered the stiff rod to her. With a curious look Beth took the offered piece and continued her work. With such an erotic view just inches before her eyes Joann decided to observe the dress code. Stepping out of her panties she offered an astonishing view of her nice cleavage to the bulging eyes of her boss. Slowly like a pro stripper she hunched up her short shirt displaying her dark blond bush to his eyes before she unbuttoned her blouse, staying only in her stockings. "Please, I'm so horny, I need a good ride." With these words she gently pushed aside Beth, turned and lowered herself onto the straining stiff fuck rod of Mike. "OOOOOHHHHHHH, I need this soooo much," she groaned. Her prepared cunt eagerly accepted the invader until he couldn't go any more. Joann just sat still and enjoyed. How long hadn't she have a hot male prick inside her cunt. No comparison to her humming cold black friend at home. This was real quivering male flesh ready to pound her, to ream her cunt, to stimulate her tube and to unload into her hungry tomb. Slowly she began to hump him, riding him gently before the curious eyes of Beth. Happily she closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of the fulfilling prick in her and the guiding hands of Mike on her waist. Suddenly a something moist and wet touched her exposed clitoris. Joann opened her eyes. She didn't believe what she saw. Beth was keeling in front of her, licking on her clit. How could she? Up 'till now she had only seen lesbos on video, and she hadn't particularly cared. Yet this feeling of double stimulation was extremely good. Inside and outside. "Oh god Beth, that is incredible! That feels so goood!" Joann rode faster, only thinking of her own pleasure, her own orgasm. Her groans became loader and loader until with a long shrieking scream the pent-up relief came which she had longed for the whole evening. Completely exhausted she sank back into the arms of Mike who held her tight even though she didn't realize. He slowly lifted her up from his still stiff prick and carried her over to his couch. "Wow, that was exciting. She must be completely starved. Now, how are you going to relieve me from this experience?", he asked his long- time lover. Without a word but with a mischievous smile she turned over to his desk and presented him her nicely shaped behind. "If you care for some nice hard fucking please be my guest." Without any further invitation he quickly relieved himself into the willing woman, completely spilling his load.
In the meantime Joann had recovered and watched the spectacle. The second time today for this position, even though she didn't say a word. She just loved watching the pornographic view of the stiff prick disappearing into that tight cunt, hearing the slapping noises as the two hot bodies clashed and the soft groaning of the couple. When Mike finally withdrew from the body of Beth they both stood up and looked at their sitting colleague. "So you are one horny bitch", stated Beth. "Do you always come in and fuck the next best cock?", grinned Mike. "Well, know, sorry, I don't know what's the matter with me...I suppose it just happened", stammered a confused Joann. "But .. I mean ... didn't you enjoy it?" "Sure I did, you only took away the pleasure from Beth. How do you want to make up for it?" "Oh, I know something", exclaimed Beth. She walked over to the confused girl, gently stretched her out on the couch, straddled her between her legs and commanded: "Suck me off!".