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Eileen was hired as the office manager only two weeks before I was hired as an analyst. She also doubled as the secretary for whoever happened to be our office’s director at any given time. She was married to a wealthy real estate developer, and she was just working there so she’d have something to do since her youngest daughter went off to college. Over time, she also assumed the role of head rumor monger, frequently spreading rumors about who in the office I was screwing, none of which were true. She was in her 50s while I was in my 30s, one of the few young men in an office full of retired Naval and Marine Corps officers. She and I didn’t have anything in common except our work environment. On several occasions, I’d described her to others as “If she stood sideways and stuck out her tongue, she’d look like a zipper.” I always enjoyed any contact I had with her, and frequently joked with her and pulled typical office pranks on her which she always enjoyed. I never intentionally flirted with her beyond the occasional double entendre, which she often didn’t get.
One day when many of our colleagues happen to be out of the office, I was walking toward her desk. I noticed that she seemed preoccupied so I limited my interaction to a simple pleasantry. As I walked past, I heard her say “I want to suck your dick.” I stopped dead in my tracks, slowly turned around, and said “WHAT!?!?!” She repeated, more quietly this time, “I want to suck your dick.” I said “First, I don’t have a dick. I have a cock.” She asked “What’s the difference?” to which I reply “Size.” I continued “Second, if you just want to practice before you try it on your husband, then no. You should make all your mistakes on him. Otherwise, he might wonder how you got to be so good at it.” She nods her head. I go on “If he asks where you got the idea, just tell him that you heard the girls in the office discussing it.” She seemed to be content with that, so I moved on.
The next day, I happened to walk by her desk a few times when she happened to be helping someone or on the phone. She would occasionally glance in my direction with a smile, but always kept it on the down low. Finally, one time, when I walked by, she was beaming and said “I DID IT!” I immediately knew what she was talking about and asked “Did he cum in your mouth?” to which she replied “Yes.” I asked “Spit or swallow?” She looks at me quizzically, and I asked “Did you spit it out or did you swallow it?” She paused for a moment and said “I didn’t know I had a choice.” “So you swallowed?” She nodded. Someone was coming down the hall, so we didn’t have the opportunity to continue this conversation.
The following day, the office was again a ghost town, and I was headed for Eileen’s desk. When I got there, she proudly showed off a new diamond tennis bracelet her husband gave her. I started to laugh, and she asked why?
“It just reminds me of an old joke. A daughter asks her mother how do you get a baby. Her mother says that when a man puts his penis into a woman’s vagina, they get a baby. The daughter says that she’d seen daddy put his penis in mommy’s mouth, and asks what that’s for. The mother says ‘Oh, that’s how you get jewelry.’” Eileen laughs and says she’s sorry she was so cliché.
I asked “Did he reciprocate?” She cocked her head and said “huh?” (That was the first time in the more than a year that I’d known her, that I heard this prim and proper woman say “huh”.) “Did he lick your pussy?” “Oh no! … He would never do anything like that!” I asked “Has anyone ever licked your pussy?” and she said no. I reached out my hand, and she took it, looking up at me in anticipation. I led her around her desk and into the outer office of our office director, whose position was currently vacant. The outer office contains a small conference table and six chairs. I shove one of the chairs aside and back her up to the table, then I reach back to close and lock the door. I lean down to kiss her and she pushes her tongue wildly into my mouth. She’s wearing a cashmere sweater and slacks. I place my hands on her small breasts, and feel her nipples through the fabric. I break the kiss and ask if she’s wearing a bra. She says “Yes, and a camisole.” I pinch one of her nipples and say “… so you probably can’t even feel this, can you?” She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and says “ohhh … yeah, I can feel that.”
We continue kissing, I continue caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, and I start rubbing her crotch with the bulge in my pants. I reach down for the fly of her slacks so I can lower them, but can’t seem to find it. When she realizes what I’m trying to do, she lowers the zipper on her hip and lowers her slacks. I take them off, push her back onto the conference table, and remove her granny panties. I pull up the chair I shoved out of the way, take a seat, and stare at the feast before me, while she’s up on her elbows staring at me with her mouth hanging open. I run my fingers through her thick, salt-n-pepper bush and she moans. I run my index finger up and town through her outer, then her inner labia and she squirms. I place the thumb of my other hand on her clit and she lies flat and pulls her knees to her chest. This presents her anus to me and I decide that should be the first place for my tongue to explore. I use both hands to spread her bush and tease her anus with my tongue. She squirms and gurgles as I tease her anus, then her vagina, then her clit, then back down. She repeats “oh … Oh … OH” as I slide my tongue in and out of her anus. I keep that up for a while, then move on to her vagina. She reaches between her outstretched legs to pull my face into her pussy, and repeats “ohmygod … ohmygod … ohmygod”. I wet a finger in her vagina, and when I slide it into her anus, she growls as she tosses her head from side to side. I flick my tongue across her clit, and she arches her back, trying to push her ass into the table top. She brings her feet down so that her heels are pressing into my back. This squeezes my other hand out from between her legs, leaving only enough room for my head, but just barely. I use my now free hand to lower my pants and pull out my 9 inch cock. I lay the flat of my tongue onto her clit, and she arches her back the other way, forcing her pussy into my mouth as she looks down at me, still growling, her face contorted into what resembles a Tiki mask, and starts kicking her heels into my back over and over again. Finally, she lies limp, with the occasional twitch of one body part or another, as she breaths heavily. I stand up and stare at her, wondering if she’s alright, but that doesn’t stop me from rubbing the head of my cock up and down her vagina. She mumbles incoherently, then picks up her head. She sees me rubbing her pussy with my cock, and reaches down with both hands to pull it inside. Her pussy looks and feels like it’s been inflated, but it’s very well lubed so I slide in easily. Again, she repeats “ohmygod … ohmygod … ohmygod” as I slide deeper and deeper into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in until I’m balls deep, something that my 9 inch cock doesn’t often get to do. I back out and she moans. I push back in and she holds her breath until I bottom out and she grunts. We go on like this for a while when she reaches up inside her sweater and plays with her nipples. I pick up the pace until finally, she goes rigid for a minute or so, then collapses.
I still haven’t come, and am anxious to do so. I roll her over so I can see her boney ass, and slide my cock into her pussy. She groans and grabs the edges of the table. I slowly slide my cock in and out of her pussy, when finally I see the most beautiful sight in all of creation: an anus winking at me. I maintain the slow pace while I wet my thumb in my mouth and place it on her anus. She wriggles her ass appreciatively. I push it in, and she groans and grips the table more forcefully. I choose to believe that she’s enjoying this, so I similarly wet and insert my other thumb. I keep my cock balls deep in her pussy, and she wriggles her ass around my thumbs. I start stirring things up back there, and she squeals while bouncing up and down on my cock. After enjoying that view for a while, I pull my cock out of her pussy, and spread my thumbs apart. I point my wet cock at her anus and push forward between my thumbs. As I slowly push forward, I remove one thumb then the other, until I’m balls deep in her ass. She has been holding her breath through this entire ordeal, until finally she gasps when I bottom out. I slide out, then back in again, and she moans. I back out part way, and she wriggles her ass. I don’t move, and she backs up into me. That’s all the encouragement I need, and I pound her repeatedly. With her face down on the table, she again repeats “ohmygod … ohmygod … ohmygod”, until finally she picks up her head, arches her back, grabs the table as hard as she can, and growls. She’s now totally limp, which means that it’s not as much fun for me, so I pull out and walk alongside the table. I slide the sleeve of her cashmere sweater up past her elbow, and she watches as I jerk off onto her new diamond tennis bracelet. When I’m finished, she licks it clean.
As we’re composing ourselves in order to return to our workplace, I’m pulling curly hairs out of my teeth, and suggest that she trim her pubic hair. She looks at me, and I say “If your husband asks about it, just tell him that it was getting caught on your workout clothes.”
The following Monday, she comes into my office wearing another cashmere sweater. She asks “Would you like me to reciprocate? … and by the way, I trimmed and I’m not wearing anything under this sweater.”
We hooked up several times after that, including a few times after we had both found employment elsewhere.
One day when many of our colleagues happen to be out of the office, I was walking toward her desk. I noticed that she seemed preoccupied so I limited my interaction to a simple pleasantry. As I walked past, I heard her say “I want to suck your dick.” I stopped dead in my tracks, slowly turned around, and said “WHAT!?!?!” She repeated, more quietly this time, “I want to suck your dick.” I said “First, I don’t have a dick. I have a cock.” She asked “What’s the difference?” to which I reply “Size.” I continued “Second, if you just want to practice before you try it on your husband, then no. You should make all your mistakes on him. Otherwise, he might wonder how you got to be so good at it.” She nods her head. I go on “If he asks where you got the idea, just tell him that you heard the girls in the office discussing it.” She seemed to be content with that, so I moved on.
The next day, I happened to walk by her desk a few times when she happened to be helping someone or on the phone. She would occasionally glance in my direction with a smile, but always kept it on the down low. Finally, one time, when I walked by, she was beaming and said “I DID IT!” I immediately knew what she was talking about and asked “Did he cum in your mouth?” to which she replied “Yes.” I asked “Spit or swallow?” She looks at me quizzically, and I asked “Did you spit it out or did you swallow it?” She paused for a moment and said “I didn’t know I had a choice.” “So you swallowed?” She nodded. Someone was coming down the hall, so we didn’t have the opportunity to continue this conversation.
The following day, the office was again a ghost town, and I was headed for Eileen’s desk. When I got there, she proudly showed off a new diamond tennis bracelet her husband gave her. I started to laugh, and she asked why?
“It just reminds me of an old joke. A daughter asks her mother how do you get a baby. Her mother says that when a man puts his penis into a woman’s vagina, they get a baby. The daughter says that she’d seen daddy put his penis in mommy’s mouth, and asks what that’s for. The mother says ‘Oh, that’s how you get jewelry.’” Eileen laughs and says she’s sorry she was so cliché.
I asked “Did he reciprocate?” She cocked her head and said “huh?” (That was the first time in the more than a year that I’d known her, that I heard this prim and proper woman say “huh”.) “Did he lick your pussy?” “Oh no! … He would never do anything like that!” I asked “Has anyone ever licked your pussy?” and she said no. I reached out my hand, and she took it, looking up at me in anticipation. I led her around her desk and into the outer office of our office director, whose position was currently vacant. The outer office contains a small conference table and six chairs. I shove one of the chairs aside and back her up to the table, then I reach back to close and lock the door. I lean down to kiss her and she pushes her tongue wildly into my mouth. She’s wearing a cashmere sweater and slacks. I place my hands on her small breasts, and feel her nipples through the fabric. I break the kiss and ask if she’s wearing a bra. She says “Yes, and a camisole.” I pinch one of her nipples and say “… so you probably can’t even feel this, can you?” She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and says “ohhh … yeah, I can feel that.”
We continue kissing, I continue caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, and I start rubbing her crotch with the bulge in my pants. I reach down for the fly of her slacks so I can lower them, but can’t seem to find it. When she realizes what I’m trying to do, she lowers the zipper on her hip and lowers her slacks. I take them off, push her back onto the conference table, and remove her granny panties. I pull up the chair I shoved out of the way, take a seat, and stare at the feast before me, while she’s up on her elbows staring at me with her mouth hanging open. I run my fingers through her thick, salt-n-pepper bush and she moans. I run my index finger up and town through her outer, then her inner labia and she squirms. I place the thumb of my other hand on her clit and she lies flat and pulls her knees to her chest. This presents her anus to me and I decide that should be the first place for my tongue to explore. I use both hands to spread her bush and tease her anus with my tongue. She squirms and gurgles as I tease her anus, then her vagina, then her clit, then back down. She repeats “oh … Oh … OH” as I slide my tongue in and out of her anus. I keep that up for a while, then move on to her vagina. She reaches between her outstretched legs to pull my face into her pussy, and repeats “ohmygod … ohmygod … ohmygod”. I wet a finger in her vagina, and when I slide it into her anus, she growls as she tosses her head from side to side. I flick my tongue across her clit, and she arches her back, trying to push her ass into the table top. She brings her feet down so that her heels are pressing into my back. This squeezes my other hand out from between her legs, leaving only enough room for my head, but just barely. I use my now free hand to lower my pants and pull out my 9 inch cock. I lay the flat of my tongue onto her clit, and she arches her back the other way, forcing her pussy into my mouth as she looks down at me, still growling, her face contorted into what resembles a Tiki mask, and starts kicking her heels into my back over and over again. Finally, she lies limp, with the occasional twitch of one body part or another, as she breaths heavily. I stand up and stare at her, wondering if she’s alright, but that doesn’t stop me from rubbing the head of my cock up and down her vagina. She mumbles incoherently, then picks up her head. She sees me rubbing her pussy with my cock, and reaches down with both hands to pull it inside. Her pussy looks and feels like it’s been inflated, but it’s very well lubed so I slide in easily. Again, she repeats “ohmygod … ohmygod … ohmygod” as I slide deeper and deeper into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in until I’m balls deep, something that my 9 inch cock doesn’t often get to do. I back out and she moans. I push back in and she holds her breath until I bottom out and she grunts. We go on like this for a while when she reaches up inside her sweater and plays with her nipples. I pick up the pace until finally, she goes rigid for a minute or so, then collapses.
I still haven’t come, and am anxious to do so. I roll her over so I can see her boney ass, and slide my cock into her pussy. She groans and grabs the edges of the table. I slowly slide my cock in and out of her pussy, when finally I see the most beautiful sight in all of creation: an anus winking at me. I maintain the slow pace while I wet my thumb in my mouth and place it on her anus. She wriggles her ass appreciatively. I push it in, and she groans and grips the table more forcefully. I choose to believe that she’s enjoying this, so I similarly wet and insert my other thumb. I keep my cock balls deep in her pussy, and she wriggles her ass around my thumbs. I start stirring things up back there, and she squeals while bouncing up and down on my cock. After enjoying that view for a while, I pull my cock out of her pussy, and spread my thumbs apart. I point my wet cock at her anus and push forward between my thumbs. As I slowly push forward, I remove one thumb then the other, until I’m balls deep in her ass. She has been holding her breath through this entire ordeal, until finally she gasps when I bottom out. I slide out, then back in again, and she moans. I back out part way, and she wriggles her ass. I don’t move, and she backs up into me. That’s all the encouragement I need, and I pound her repeatedly. With her face down on the table, she again repeats “ohmygod … ohmygod … ohmygod”, until finally she picks up her head, arches her back, grabs the table as hard as she can, and growls. She’s now totally limp, which means that it’s not as much fun for me, so I pull out and walk alongside the table. I slide the sleeve of her cashmere sweater up past her elbow, and she watches as I jerk off onto her new diamond tennis bracelet. When I’m finished, she licks it clean.
As we’re composing ourselves in order to return to our workplace, I’m pulling curly hairs out of my teeth, and suggest that she trim her pubic hair. She looks at me, and I say “If your husband asks about it, just tell him that it was getting caught on your workout clothes.”
The following Monday, she comes into my office wearing another cashmere sweater. She asks “Would you like me to reciprocate? … and by the way, I trimmed and I’m not wearing anything under this sweater.”
We hooked up several times after that, including a few times after we had both found employment elsewhere.
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