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Dear Sir,
I have been reading Fiesta for about six months now and what has just happened is all your fault! I work as a legal secretary for a small family firm, and up until recently I had been happy, but oh so bored with the daily regime. About the only thing that was keeping me sane was reading Fiesta with my fiancé and imagining that some of the things that happened to your readers happened to me! I love my fiancé very much, but he does tend to treat me as an ivory goddess, rather than the fuck crazy bitch I want to be, and despite all of my hints about wanting to try ‘different things’, he seems oblivious to how I need to try some variations before we get married.
Well, all of my hopes came true yesterday, and I had to write to you hoping Steve, my fiancé would read and understand what happened to me. In order to improve our service to some of our ethnic clients, the practice decided to employ my new boss Darrol. Standing just short of six feet, he has the most gorgeous body, and when he smiles his bright white teeth light up his ebony face, for Darrol is black, a deep black like shiny black rubber. He is always polite to me, but some of his comments can have two meanings and I am never sure if he is coming on to me.
Anyway, this particular morning I had dressed with care, as I was due to meet Steve after work. I had a quick shower and after soaping my bristly pussy, I reshaved it until it was back to its usual silky-smooth texture. I thought I would give Steve a thrill, so after pulling on a pair of smoke grey nylons, I pulled up my pinstripe skirt and tucked in my blouse leaving both my breasts and my pussy unfettered.
Bad move! As I drove in to work, my thighs kept rubbing together, making my pussy wet, so wet, I was worried I would stain my skirt, and as my normal route in to work is down some country lanes, the bumping of the car was making my nipples rub against the cotton of my blouse, causing them to rise into hard peaks.
Getting into the office, I passed young Samantha at reception who was watching the new C.C.T.V. system that had been installed to protect us against some of the shady characters that come in. “Morning Vicky,” she said, “This is better than the B.B.C!” As I walked past her, I was sure she could smell how turned on I was. I made it to my desk and tried to get into some work, but it was no good. Reaching down to my inflamed cunt I pulled up the front of my skirt and started to slowly rub at my clit. Closing my eyes, I thought about Darrol plundering my open, shaved hole and with a few harder rubs, I felt my orgasm rush upon me. “That looked like fun!” murmured Isobel the older woman I share the office with. “I bet you were thinking about the boss, ‘cos he sure melts my pussy too, Vicky!”
I could not speak as I was so embarrassed, and I dashed out of the room to the ladies. For the rest of the day I tried to avoid eye contact as Isobel kept smiling at me with a very knowing look. What was worse was that I started to think what she would look like with a thick cock plunged to the hilt in her pussy. Luckily, I had a short break from her at lunch, as she had to go home to feed her dogs. After lunch I had my nose stuck in my computer until, at about 5 p.m. Isobel walked over to the filing cabinets behind my desk. I heard drawers going in and out, then, with a start, I felt her hot breath on my neck, and her lips closed gently on my earlobe.
A surge of lust like an electric shock shook me, and, twisting around in my seat, I kissed Isobel deeply, my tongue searching out hers, as she swiftly unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse and slid her hand down and onto my breasts, pinching my hard nipples and scratching at my breasts with her fingernails until I thought I would faint with pleasure. Not wishing to be caught I stood and said,” We shouldn’t do this Issy!” She just put her finger to her lips and led me to her desk. Isobel sat on her desk and drew me to her, parting her legs so she could wrap them round my back, as she kissed me again and then pressing on my shoulders, pushed me down to my knees.
Lifting her skirt slowly, she revealed a beautiful pair of legs wrapped in shiny, sheer tights, the crutch glistening with her overflowing juices. “Lick,” she whispered, and, with a sigh, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the taut nylon. My tongue rasped against the mesh of the tights, causing Issy to shudder. She reached down and tore open the crutch of her tights and, for the first time, I buried my face into another woman’s extremely wet pussy, burying my tongue deep inside her cunt, smearing her juices all over my face. As she shuddered to an almighty orgasm, I had my second major shock of the day.
“Evening ladies,” chuckled Darrol, “Getting down to business I see! I hope this is not on work time.” With a sickly grin I told him that we had finished for the day. “Good,” he said, “I think it’s time for some dick-tation,” and so saying pulled out a thick black cock, weeping slightly at the end. Just pausing to roll on a condom he took from his jacket pocket, he lifted me to my feet and bent me forward. “Just keep licking,” he commanded, “We don’t want the fair Isobel to go without do we Vicky?” I gave a muffled grunt as I felt his cock slip slowly into my pussy, my lips being dragged in and out by his thick weapon. Slowly building up momentum, his hot cock spread me wide, my cunt squelching freely as he slammed in and out, his hands gripping tightly to my hips, my breasts swinging freely, my nipples rubbing against the nylon of Isobel’s tights.
With a low a****l like growl, shoved his cock in so deep I thought it was going to come out of my mouth, forcing my face deep into Issy’s pussy, and with a wail she came, shaking and twitching on her desk. I could feel Darrol’s prick pulsing in my tight cunt and, with all the rope like veins rubbing against the walls of my pussy I could feel my orgasm building. Pulling his cock out Darrol spun me around and pushed me back onto Issy. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my arse as Darrol slipped, first into my hole and then Isobel’s until both of us screamed that we were coming. At this point Darrol pulled his cock out of my pussy, tore off the condom and, with a few tugs of his fist, sprayed us both with jet after jet of sticky white come.
I got to my feet and staggered to my desk, feeling an empty void where Darrol’s cock had been. “Not so fast Vicky,” chuckled Darrol, “I think you deserve a little disciplining for having fun on work time,” and before I realised what was happening, I was bent over my desk and my hands were tied to the legs with the phone cord. A heavy hand landed with a slap on my bum and I shrieked as he spanked me. Soon, however, a warm glow started to filter down to my pussy and I started to moan quietly, and Issy came over to us after rummaging in her handbag. A quiet humming became audible and soon my pussy was invaded by a large penis shaped vibrator. I could not believe the feelings that were flooding through me as I came again.
The shrill of the phone jerked me back to reality, and Darrol released me so I could answer. “Vicky, your fiancé’s just come,” said a rather breathless Samantha, “He’s in reception.” I swiftly untied my other hand and tried unsuccessfully to blot my soaking cunt. “We’ll have to continue our business meeting tomorrow,” laughed Darrol, “Meanwhile I’ll go over some briefs with Mrs. Carlsson!” and so saying he plunged his prick into Issy’s pussy. My mind in a whirl I raced down to reception to meet Steve. When I got there, he was looking somewhat abashed, and Samantha was bright red. I wondered what had been going on as we went to the car. “It’s amazing the programmes you get on T.V. nowadays,” Steve said laughingly, as we drove off. Suddenly, I realised that he security camera must have caught the whole performance. “Oh Steve, I couldn’t help it!” I wailed, “It just happened.” I held my breath as Steve looked at me, then let it out with a gasp as he burst out laughing.
“I know, Darling,” he said with a grin, “I watched most of it standing behind a very excited young lady who now has a pussy full of come!” A very enjoyable night followed, but now it’s morning, and my pussy is juicing up at the thought of going to work, and sampling more forbidden delights. Steve said that Samantha was saying how she would love to suck and lick my pussy, as he was shafting her. Oh Fiesta, what do I do?
Yours Sincerely,
Vicky ????(Miss)
P.S. As you can guess, I have changed all names to protect the less than innocent!
I have been reading Fiesta for about six months now and what has just happened is all your fault! I work as a legal secretary for a small family firm, and up until recently I had been happy, but oh so bored with the daily regime. About the only thing that was keeping me sane was reading Fiesta with my fiancé and imagining that some of the things that happened to your readers happened to me! I love my fiancé very much, but he does tend to treat me as an ivory goddess, rather than the fuck crazy bitch I want to be, and despite all of my hints about wanting to try ‘different things’, he seems oblivious to how I need to try some variations before we get married.
Well, all of my hopes came true yesterday, and I had to write to you hoping Steve, my fiancé would read and understand what happened to me. In order to improve our service to some of our ethnic clients, the practice decided to employ my new boss Darrol. Standing just short of six feet, he has the most gorgeous body, and when he smiles his bright white teeth light up his ebony face, for Darrol is black, a deep black like shiny black rubber. He is always polite to me, but some of his comments can have two meanings and I am never sure if he is coming on to me.
Anyway, this particular morning I had dressed with care, as I was due to meet Steve after work. I had a quick shower and after soaping my bristly pussy, I reshaved it until it was back to its usual silky-smooth texture. I thought I would give Steve a thrill, so after pulling on a pair of smoke grey nylons, I pulled up my pinstripe skirt and tucked in my blouse leaving both my breasts and my pussy unfettered.
Bad move! As I drove in to work, my thighs kept rubbing together, making my pussy wet, so wet, I was worried I would stain my skirt, and as my normal route in to work is down some country lanes, the bumping of the car was making my nipples rub against the cotton of my blouse, causing them to rise into hard peaks.
Getting into the office, I passed young Samantha at reception who was watching the new C.C.T.V. system that had been installed to protect us against some of the shady characters that come in. “Morning Vicky,” she said, “This is better than the B.B.C!” As I walked past her, I was sure she could smell how turned on I was. I made it to my desk and tried to get into some work, but it was no good. Reaching down to my inflamed cunt I pulled up the front of my skirt and started to slowly rub at my clit. Closing my eyes, I thought about Darrol plundering my open, shaved hole and with a few harder rubs, I felt my orgasm rush upon me. “That looked like fun!” murmured Isobel the older woman I share the office with. “I bet you were thinking about the boss, ‘cos he sure melts my pussy too, Vicky!”
I could not speak as I was so embarrassed, and I dashed out of the room to the ladies. For the rest of the day I tried to avoid eye contact as Isobel kept smiling at me with a very knowing look. What was worse was that I started to think what she would look like with a thick cock plunged to the hilt in her pussy. Luckily, I had a short break from her at lunch, as she had to go home to feed her dogs. After lunch I had my nose stuck in my computer until, at about 5 p.m. Isobel walked over to the filing cabinets behind my desk. I heard drawers going in and out, then, with a start, I felt her hot breath on my neck, and her lips closed gently on my earlobe.
A surge of lust like an electric shock shook me, and, twisting around in my seat, I kissed Isobel deeply, my tongue searching out hers, as she swiftly unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse and slid her hand down and onto my breasts, pinching my hard nipples and scratching at my breasts with her fingernails until I thought I would faint with pleasure. Not wishing to be caught I stood and said,” We shouldn’t do this Issy!” She just put her finger to her lips and led me to her desk. Isobel sat on her desk and drew me to her, parting her legs so she could wrap them round my back, as she kissed me again and then pressing on my shoulders, pushed me down to my knees.
Lifting her skirt slowly, she revealed a beautiful pair of legs wrapped in shiny, sheer tights, the crutch glistening with her overflowing juices. “Lick,” she whispered, and, with a sigh, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the taut nylon. My tongue rasped against the mesh of the tights, causing Issy to shudder. She reached down and tore open the crutch of her tights and, for the first time, I buried my face into another woman’s extremely wet pussy, burying my tongue deep inside her cunt, smearing her juices all over my face. As she shuddered to an almighty orgasm, I had my second major shock of the day.
“Evening ladies,” chuckled Darrol, “Getting down to business I see! I hope this is not on work time.” With a sickly grin I told him that we had finished for the day. “Good,” he said, “I think it’s time for some dick-tation,” and so saying pulled out a thick black cock, weeping slightly at the end. Just pausing to roll on a condom he took from his jacket pocket, he lifted me to my feet and bent me forward. “Just keep licking,” he commanded, “We don’t want the fair Isobel to go without do we Vicky?” I gave a muffled grunt as I felt his cock slip slowly into my pussy, my lips being dragged in and out by his thick weapon. Slowly building up momentum, his hot cock spread me wide, my cunt squelching freely as he slammed in and out, his hands gripping tightly to my hips, my breasts swinging freely, my nipples rubbing against the nylon of Isobel’s tights.
With a low a****l like growl, shoved his cock in so deep I thought it was going to come out of my mouth, forcing my face deep into Issy’s pussy, and with a wail she came, shaking and twitching on her desk. I could feel Darrol’s prick pulsing in my tight cunt and, with all the rope like veins rubbing against the walls of my pussy I could feel my orgasm building. Pulling his cock out Darrol spun me around and pushed me back onto Issy. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my arse as Darrol slipped, first into my hole and then Isobel’s until both of us screamed that we were coming. At this point Darrol pulled his cock out of my pussy, tore off the condom and, with a few tugs of his fist, sprayed us both with jet after jet of sticky white come.
I got to my feet and staggered to my desk, feeling an empty void where Darrol’s cock had been. “Not so fast Vicky,” chuckled Darrol, “I think you deserve a little disciplining for having fun on work time,” and before I realised what was happening, I was bent over my desk and my hands were tied to the legs with the phone cord. A heavy hand landed with a slap on my bum and I shrieked as he spanked me. Soon, however, a warm glow started to filter down to my pussy and I started to moan quietly, and Issy came over to us after rummaging in her handbag. A quiet humming became audible and soon my pussy was invaded by a large penis shaped vibrator. I could not believe the feelings that were flooding through me as I came again.
The shrill of the phone jerked me back to reality, and Darrol released me so I could answer. “Vicky, your fiancé’s just come,” said a rather breathless Samantha, “He’s in reception.” I swiftly untied my other hand and tried unsuccessfully to blot my soaking cunt. “We’ll have to continue our business meeting tomorrow,” laughed Darrol, “Meanwhile I’ll go over some briefs with Mrs. Carlsson!” and so saying he plunged his prick into Issy’s pussy. My mind in a whirl I raced down to reception to meet Steve. When I got there, he was looking somewhat abashed, and Samantha was bright red. I wondered what had been going on as we went to the car. “It’s amazing the programmes you get on T.V. nowadays,” Steve said laughingly, as we drove off. Suddenly, I realised that he security camera must have caught the whole performance. “Oh Steve, I couldn’t help it!” I wailed, “It just happened.” I held my breath as Steve looked at me, then let it out with a gasp as he burst out laughing.
“I know, Darling,” he said with a grin, “I watched most of it standing behind a very excited young lady who now has a pussy full of come!” A very enjoyable night followed, but now it’s morning, and my pussy is juicing up at the thought of going to work, and sampling more forbidden delights. Steve said that Samantha was saying how she would love to suck and lick my pussy, as he was shafting her. Oh Fiesta, what do I do?
Yours Sincerely,
Vicky ????(Miss)
P.S. As you can guess, I have changed all names to protect the less than innocent!
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