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By Carver Lavern (c) 1997
I can't believe I fell for it. This guy tricked me with a pair of cum-stained panties. I mean they weren't even mine. Which is what I was trying to prove to him when I lifted up my skirt. Not that I was wearing any panties, but the smell of MY pussy was distinctly different from the smell on those panties.
I know I should have known better, but I just wasn't expecting anything. He was there to fix the copy machine, for chrissakes! He was all business at first, and it looked like he was working on the machine. He had pulled it away from the wall and had the back panel off. But the next thing I know, he wants me to come look at something back there.
So I walk around behind the machine and bend over to look inside the panel, when he suddenly pulls out this pair of white cotton panties. He asks me in a real accusing sort of way, "Are these yours?" When I don't answer fast enough for him, he says, "I found these jamming up the gears? They're your panties, aren't they?" And then he thrust them right under my nose. Ohmigod, they smelled so good. It was all I could do to resist rubbing my face in that delicious sexy-smell.
But I needed to control myself. I wanted to keep this job. But even though I drew back, I couldn't help the way my body felt -suddenly my skin was all sensitive, I felt flushed, and my pussy was really starting to pulse. He moved in closer and said, "You look like the kind of girl who'd leave her nasty panties lying around. You look like the kind of girl who would get fucked at work."
He had me cornered behind that big Xerox, and I suddenly realized no one would see us there this time of day. So I pulled my skirt up high enough that he could just see the plump, smooth lips of my pussy. And I said to him, just as sweet as you please, "As you see I don't wear panties." And then he was on his knees, forcing my legs apart, so he could get at my pussy.
He made me throw one leg over his shoulder to open me wider. He licked up and down my slit, like he was trying to lap up all the tangy juice already secreted by my cunt. Then he started in on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and then sucking on it, then flicking it again, winding me up higher and higher toward an orgasm. I was holding on to the machine for support, when Danny, one of the analysts, walked into the copy room! He could see me from the waist up, but not the repairman who was, at that moment, inserting his fat tongue into my pussy.
I thought with Danny in the room, that the repairman would at least stop for a moment, but he blithely continued eating me out. In fact, as my co-worker strolled over to the closest machine to start a copy job, the guy introduced a finger into my ass. As he rocked me expertly back and forth between a thumb in my pussy and the finger in my ass, I knew there was no way I could keep up the game much longer. The sensations were simply too intense.
I tried to stifle a moan, but waves of pleasure were moving through my body as the repairman's thumb and finger feverishly worked my tender holes. I panted, on the edge of an orgasm, no longer able to keep quiet. And then, of course, Danny heard me. He thought at first I was hurt, but when he came closer, he was able to see the repairman finger-fucking my open pussy and ass. Knowing that he was watching me, that another man was touching and licking me while he watched, put me over the edge, and I came, shuddering helplessly slumped against the copy machine totally breathless.
The repairman stood up and looked calmly at Danny. "Is there a problem?" He asked, but Danny, perhaps amazed by the repairman's boldness, shook his head. Then the repairman showed Danny the panties, and said, "I found these stuck inside the machine. I figure she fucks back here all the time."
I know it was stupid, but all I could think to say, "They're not my panties." They both ignored me though, as the repairman, suddenly shoved me forward over the machine, giving him perfect access from the rear. I heard him unzip, and then he had his cock in my pussy, fucking me from behind. Danny watched a moment, and then he went and locked the door to the copy room. When he came back, he had his cock out, which he quickly shoved into my open mouth.
So there I was, stretched out over a copy machine, one cock in my mouth, the other in my pussy. I could feel the hard plastic of the machine pressing into my belly and thighs. The repairman had a firm grip on my shoulder and was pushing thrusting hard, shaking the copy machine under me. Every thrust pushed Danny's cock further into my mouth. And all this because I fell for his little panty trick. Don't get me wrong.
Before Danny finally unlocked the door, they had both shot a load of cum in my pussy. And the feel of my cunt-hole sloshing with their cum had me shuddering through multiple orgasms. But it's going to get around the office for sure now, and no one will ever believe that those were not my panties!
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