Mrs Jones p12
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Lynnsett Jones Gets Drugged free porn video
Manager of a garage in a rural village near Barnstaple, she had, unbeknownst to her, built herself a reputation as local wank fodder. Thanks in part to her wardrobe of classy and sexy outfits, and, of course, her banging body. Always hands on in her job, she thought nothing of manning the pumps or looking under the bonnet, and was quite a sight to see on warmer days in short leather and plastic skirts, reaching into the engines of those with an issue. In a failing marriage of twenty years, she was keen to reassure herself that she was still a sexy woman, even if her husband never really bothered with her.
All that effort wasn't wasted on the male population of her village, and beyond, who regularly visited, and contributed to, a webpage dedicated to her. Customers would secretly film her pumping gas and leaning into engines, then share their pictures with others in their community to masturbate over, all while sharing fantasies of how they would like to fuck the sexy older woman. Even in her workplace there were some that contributed to the site, finding her a bit stuck up, and they were sure there was something going on between her and the owner, whereas she wanted little to do with the lowly workers that did their jobs so well as to gain the business accredited status in the area.
Sitting in her office, it was natural to see the staff pass through every day, making their way to the toilet upstairs. They would, of course, stop and chat, but she often had to remind them that her eyes were "up here", pointing to her face. Not that they could be blamed for glancing down at her sizeable rack in tight sweaters and tops, and today was no exception, her tight woollen jumper leaving no man unable to appreciate the abundance of her chest. Paired with a blue satin skirt that sat a good three inches above the knee and black heels, she was making quite an impression among the staff and customers.
Late in the day, the cleaner brought down the paper bin from the unused office upstairs."Crikey Maureen" said a surprised Lynnsett, looking on at the paper bin full of used tissues, "you coming down with a cold?" "No, Lynnsett" she replied, "this is from the CCTV office. It's always this full". "The CCTV office? But who uses that, and what for?" enquired Lynnsett. "Well..." replied Maureen, not continuing any further, just glancing at the bin and then Lynnsett, raising her eyebrows and coughing.
Having two teenage boys, Lynnsett knew exactly what they'd been up to when she found a bin full of used tissues. But why the CCTV room? If they were going to masturbate in work time, why not use the toilet? She let Maureen finish her job, and the staff to all leave, before she went up to investigate.
In the CCTV room everything looked normal. There was a dvd recorder in there. Were they swapping porn discs? She turned to walk out, bemused at why they would use that room, then stopped. Looking at the bank of screens, that were usually off as they would only need to be turned on in the event of an issue, she turned them all on. Her mouth fell open at what she saw. Presumably while she'd been out serving customers one day, they had gone in and positioned the cameras so that they focussed on her. One zoomed in so her top half filled the screen as she sat at her desk, another filled the screen with a side view, two more filmed the filing cabinets from different angles.
She stood there in shock, imagining how many of the lads went up there, for what she imagined were long shits. Were they all masturbating over her? She started to get a little wet at the idea that they fantasised about her, even if she wouldn't touch them with a barge pole. She went to turn the screens off and noticed some had dried spatter and drip marks, as the flourescent lights above shone down. She took a large intake of breath. Then she looked for the camera that should be on, looking at that room. It had been blacked out with paint.
Bringing up some ladders, she scraped the paint off the lens. If they've been at this for a while, she thought, they'd not think to look up at it. Removing the wires from the recorder, she ran the cable into the cupboard underneath, and left for home.
It was a beautiful day the next day, warm and sunny. Knowing that she was going to play up for the cameras and watch the result, she wore a tight vest top and a black leather mini skirt, with glossy black heels. She arrived extra early and set up her own recorder from home to the camera in the CCTV room and hit record. She then left, locked up and drove off, returning closer to the opening time so the workers wouldn't suspect anything.
As she got out of her car, the lads wolf whistled as they saw her mini skirted legs appear from behind the door. They watched lustily as the morning sunshine shined down on her buttocks in the tight leather skirt. As the lads argued over who was going to go up first, she walked towards the door pretending she knew nothing of what they were on about.
That day saw a lot more footfall through her office and, as she thought about it, she did seem to see more of them when she wore a sexier outfit. Less so if it was a baggy jumper and jeans.
"You had a dodgy curry, Jack?" she asked of her employee as he came down for the third time. "S... something like that Mrs. Jones" he replied sheepishly, scurrying quickly out of the door. To add to the excitement of her in such a sexy outfit, she made sure she was putting on a show each time one of them went up, be that bending over the filing cabinet drawers, letting her chest protrude slightly as she sat, stretching and fake yawning, even getting on a stool and dusting the cameras with a feather duster, so they could get a good view of her breasts in the low cut top.
At the end of the afternoon, Maureen again brought down the CCTV office paper bin and, as she put it on the floor, looked Lynnsett up and down, then glanced at the contents piled up in it. "The sniffles must be going around in this place" she said, pretending not to know exactly what was going on. "They can't be very productive if they're always running upstairs to, er, blow their nose" she added, with a knowing smile.
Lynnsett let her and the staff leave and locked the door of her office, rushing up the stairs to see what had gone on. She hooked up her recorder to one of the screens and started playing the recording. Sure enough, it was only ten past nine when Jack entered the room. "Oh fuck! You horny fucking slut!" he declared, as he whipped out his hard cock and started stroking it at the images being played up downstairs. He froze one screen as he watched Mrs. Jones bend over the desk to reach something. The tight leather hugging her buttocks. He took pictures of the screen on his phone, and videos of him wanking to her. He rubbed hard and fast, pressing pause on images of her chest and the side view as she sat, the skirt now revealing her whole left thigh. She'd heard rumours about the prowess of some of her staff and, if Jack's cock was anything to go by, she was in for quite a show. It was like a python, long and fat. He wanked it hard before letting out a stifled moan and squirting the screen of her shiny ass repeatedly with thick white semen, then moving to the shot of her chest.
The more she watched, the more engrossed she got. It was now 8pm and she was still there watching every guy that worked for her spit their fat over her image. The six lads on that day came in at least twice to do it. Jack and an older man in his sixties, three times. She was so turned on. To be going back to her husband, who couldn't be arsed about her (she assumes he has a younger model at work), but to have all these guys masturbating about her, really turned her on. And yes, she was in love with the business owner, but this was something else completely. She didn't feel it was a treason to enjoy the moment. She lay back in the chair and pleasured herself watching Jack shoot his load onto the screens, on repeat.
As she wiped her own juices from the seat, the phone went. It was Tom, one of her sons. "Mum, i'm ready to be pcked up now". "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Football! Fuck!" Rushing out, she left everything for the morning, meaning to go in early again.
Arriving in with Tom, she headed straight up to the bedroom. Her husband followed her. "What time do you call this for getting in from work? I've had your tea here". As Lynnsett struggled to answer, he glanced at her legs in the short skirt. The bedroom light shining on a glistening streak of her cum. "Been fucking someone, have you?" Ignoring the fact that he was, indeed, fucking his secretary on the side, he filled with rage. Pushing her hard onto the bed, her legs flailed. Getting between them, he reached down and tore her wet panties from her and unzipped his trousers. Without undressing, he pushed her skirt up right up to her waist and grabbed her hips, as he pounded away in her wet cunt. He reached up and pulled her vest up over her head. "Don't even fucking look at me bitch!" he declared, snapping open her bra to let her breasts flood out onto her chest. "Who is it, eh? They like your big fuckin' tits, yeah?" he asked, squeezing them hard. "They like this slutty skirt?" he continued, grabbing the bunched up leather in both fists, using it as a belt while he fucked her hard and fast.
Pulling her top right off, he pulled out and straddled her belly. Placing his cock between her tits, he squezzed them rougly into it as he helped himself to a tit wank, as she lay there, waiting for it all to end. "Fuck your tits did he?" He built up speed until a shot of semen flew out, hitting her in the face. She screamed as he squoze hard on her tits, letting wad after wad shoot onto her face, then her throat and tits. "Come in your face did he? Slut!" Wiping himself on her top, he climbed off, zipped up his trousers, and left the room. Tom, headphones on next door, was oblivious. After a long, hot shower, she climbed into bed, forgetting to set the alarm extra early, and crashed out.
At 7.30am the alarm rang at the normal time. "Shit!" She shot out of bed, hurriedly getting ready. After the more revealing outfit of the day before, a more demure one would be better, she thought, choosing a tight woollen sweater and a full length, flowly, black leather skirt and boots that ran up to the base of her knees. Rush as she might, she couldn't have predicted the traffic jam on the A39. Whereas she needed to be in work hiding away all the extra recording stuff she had set up, she was now stuck near Bickington. She called Gary, the owner. "Yes, darling" he answered. "I'm a bit late, traffic is bad today" she said, hoping he wouldn't be there too early and possibly enter THAT room. "Don't worry darling, I've been here since 7 finishing off yesterday's paperwork. Get here when you can. Must dash, bursting for a shit. Catch you later!" With that, the phone line died. "Shit!" she thought to herself, "would he have any reason to go in there?"
On his way to the loo, Gary noticed the door to the CCTV room was, unusually, open. He looked inside. Where had that recorder come from? He looked down at the dried smears on the screens... and the chair. "What the fuck?" he asked himself, turning on the screens. The hard drive in Lynnsett's machine still recording, he hit fast rewind and went back and back until there was his lover, skirt up, legs dangling over each arm of the chair fingering herself as she watched a member of his staff masturbate onto screens of her.
He filled with jealousy at her, anger at the staff, as he scrolled back to watch each one pleasure themselves about his girl, and the comments they made.
As she entered the office, Gary called her up stairs. "Shut the door, Lynnsett!" he demanded."Look, I... I didn't mean to take it that far, but Maureen brought all these tissues down in the bin for this room, which I never knew got used, so I wanted to investigate and..." she said quickly. "You found out they spend hours of the day I AM PAYING THEM FOR, WANKING OVER YOU!!" he added. "Well, I wasn't to know. I found out, then set my own stuff up to catch them. I... I... I just never realised how many... er... and how often. And, the more I watched, the more it turned me on".
Behind the door, Jack had come up hoping for a wank and heard the conversation, then got on his knees to see through the keyhole. He watched as the argument continued. "What... it turns you on so much that the whole fucking workforce masturbates over you all day, that you sit back and frig yourself off?" said Gary, his voice getting louder and louder. "You're my fucking girlfriend!" "Look honey" said Lynnsett, placing her hand on his chest. "You know it's you I love, and I'd never go anywhere near these thick, ugly, dullards. It... it just turned me on to see how much they fancy me. Even though I'd never let them touch me".
Jack was fuming. "Thick, ugly, dullards eh, bitch? You're up yourself". He stayed watching, as Lynnsett started to pacify her lover with kisses. Feeling his cock stiffen, she pressed herself tightly into him. "Mmmm..." she murmered, reaching down to feel his long, fat shaft. "Want me to relieve all that pent up tension before you go out to your meeting?" she asked, not waiting for the reply and getting onto her knees. Pulling down his zip, Gary's cock sprang out, hitting her in the right eye. "Owwww" she laughed, before reaching up her right hand and starting to rub his monster cock. Jack watched in awe, himself wanking as she watched the sexy woman suck off the boss. He grabbed his handkerchief from his pocket and pumped his load into it, as he watched her suck like a pro. Suddenly Gary pulled out and, grabbing her hair tightly in his fist, shot rope after rope of his thick white semen into her face. "Hey!! Gary! What the fuck?!!"she screamed, having never had him finish off on her like that. "Well, you like guys coming over you! Clean yourself up and get to work. I'm at a conference for two days, I'll see you Friday. And, lock that fucking door! This is not a fucking Soho sex club!"
Outside, Jack just managed to scurry away to the loo, before Gary flung open the door and stormed out, leaving Lynnsett on her knees, cum dripping off her chin. Without the aid of a mirror, she started to wipe away the ejaculate from her face. Jack looked in at her with disgust, then headed back down to tell his colleagues that she thinks they are all "thick, ugly, dullards". As they realised their avenue of pleasure had been cut off, and that their manageress disrespected them, they failed to mention to her that a drop of sperm had fallen onto her jumper, between her breasts, and also onto her skirt, letting the customers see it. As the streaks glistened in the sunshine, the customers turned to the lads with curious looks. Each was told she'd sucked the boss off. "Nice work, if you can get it!" some added.
Over lunch, instead of going to the room, the lads all sat together and devised a plan to get her back for her comments and put downs. "The big boss is away until Friday now. Tomorrow we can have some fun" Jack said, pulling a vial from his backpack. "Is that...?" asked Rob. "Easy Lay? Yeah! And she will be a nice, easy lay for us tomorrow".
Feeling a bad vibe from the staff the rest of that day, Lynnsett wondered if they had theard her comments, and thought of how she could win them back on her side. "Well, they fancy me" she said to herself, checking the next day's weather... Sun and 18 degrees. "Perfect, I'll wear an appropriate outfit... and unlock that door!"
The next day came and it was already warm. The sun shone brightly on Lynnsett's face, through a slit in the bedroom curtains, waking her with a warm glow. She looked to the side, her husband wasn't there. "Great, he's gone!" she thought to herself. He had never approved of her outfits, especially for work, so he wouldn't be impressed with whatever she was to choose for today. She had whittled it down to three possibles... a denim playsuit which hugged her bottom beautifully and stopped at the base of her buttocks, showing all of her legs, a black PVC mini skirt which was her shortest, or a red leather skirt. Topless, she put all three on in front of the mirror, smoothing the material over her butt cheeks and admiring how good she looked in all three of them. "The red" she said to the mirror, "nothing screams I don't mind you wanking over me more than a red leather mini".
"What did you just say?" asked her husband, barging in. "You're deliberately wearing this to get men to wank over you? You fucking slut!" As she bumbled a reply, he picked her up and threw her on the bed, on her stomach. Pushing the skirt up into the small of her back, he pressed the tip of his cock head at her ass hole. "Oh, does my ass look good in this lads?" he said, pushing into her. "Yes!" Thrust. "It". Thrust. "Fucking". Thrust. "Does!" Thrust. He pounded away like an enraged madman, grabbing her hips firmly, before pumping his load deep into her bowels. Wiping the residue on the back of her skirt, he got off her and went to work.
Lynnsett wiped the tears from her eyes. Their marriage was a sham, he obviously had someone else, but he didn't like her being found attractive by other men. She unzipped the skirt and let it slide to the floor, making her way to the shower, which took longer than usual.
Arriving at work, the guys were all outside waiting to get in, talking about how much they were looking forward to fucking the stuck up Mrs. Jones. They decided to behave like normal, giving a wolf whistle as her legs appeared from the door. "Alright, Mrs. Jones. Nice morning!" said Jack. "Morning Jack. Just hold my case please, while I get the door open". Intentionally, perhaps, she dropped the keys and bent right over to pick them up, giving them all a great view of her buttocks. What she didn't realise though, her husband's cum smears were on the back of her skirt. "Someone's had a nice 'see you later love', this morning" laughed Rob. The others chuckled among themselves, leaving Lynnsett none the wiser.
They all went about their work until lunchtime. Someone always made her a Latte with her lunch and today it was Rob. Dropping the contents of the vial into her coffee, he stirred, took it over to her and left. None of them had been into the CCTV room that day, which she had unlocked and left the door wide open. She pondered why as she drank her coffee, but it wasn't long before the drug took effect. Jack went in to check how she was doing and found her slumped over her desk. "Perfect" he said, calling over to the others. "It's time".
"Oh yes,look at her. I want to fuck her bent over her desk" said Rob, as he cleared the pens, papers and telephones out of the way and pulled her out of the chair, placing her over the desk on her belly. "Mmm... look at that ass!" he declared, taking off his overalls, and dropping his shorts. Standing out of them, his cock stood proud. Getting behind her, he gently slid her skirt up over her buttocks. "Nice bit of hubby jizz there Mrs. Jones. Guess he wanted a piece of you with his Morning Wood" he said, laughing. Her skirt now bunched around her waist, he peeled off her silver satin panties, slowly letting them slide down her legs, then he lifted her right calf to open her legs further. "I'm going straight for the ass!" he declared. As he pushed in, he felt her husband's semen around his cock. "Ah yeah! Guys, he fucked her in the ass". "Knew she was a horny slut" said Charles, the oldest guy working there, at 58.
He went over to the door and turned the sign to "Closed", locking it. Himself getting out of his overalls, he went back to the desk where the others had their dicks out, and were gently stroking them, wiping precum over her hair and cheeks. "Let me at her mouth" he said, raising her head by grabbing her hair in his fist. He pushed his cock into her mouth, then grabbed her head in both hands and started rampantly fucking her face. "Oh man, this so hot" piped up 17 year old apprentice Finn, pulling out his phone and recording his boss getting spitroasted. "Remember guys" said Rob, "you've got to come in her, don't leave your shit all over her body". "I wanted to come on her ass" said Jack. "Well, her wipe clean skirt is a compomise, i suppose" replied Rob, "just pull it down when you are ready. That's not for me though, I'm gonna fill this bitch up, like one of her petrol pumps".
Grabbing hard on her red leather hips he built up speed inside her, already lubricated, ass hole. "Bet she loves it in the arse, this fucking slag" he said, fucking her fast. "That's it, almost ready to blow. What did she call us, Jack?" "Thick, ugly, dullards" said Jack, rubbing his penis tip over her right cheek. Rob felt his balls constrict and his load reach the top of his shaft. "Thick... uhhhhhh!" buck one. "Ugly... uhhhhhh! Buck two. "Dullards... uhhhhhhh". Buck three. "Take that you stuck up, posh little bitch!" he exclaimed, pumping her anus full of his hot load, balls deep in her ass.
As he pulled out Finn said "get her on her back, I wanna see her fat tits". Spun over, she lay there, legs hanging over one side, her head the other. The tight black T shirt she had chosen to accompany the skirt looked like it was painted on, so closely did it hug every part of her flat stomach and massive rack. Charles and Steve were straight onto her tits, fondling them from either side. "Get her fuckin' top off, let's see those udders." said Finn. "Bet they sag now, at her age" said Jack. "Yeah, but they look good in a bra, all the same" said Steve, pulling her top up over her tits, then over her head. Seeing a clasp in the centre of her bra, Charles straddled her belly. "Ready lads? Bet this is what every one of her fucking boyfriends couldn't wait to see for the first time" he said. "Wonder how many she's fucked?" asked Finn, as Charles unclasped the bra, letting her huge breasts spill out onto her chest. "Niiiiiiiice!" said Finn, taking more pictures, as the others all had a good fondle. "Not bad" said Charles, "bet they stuck out fantastic when she was i her twenties".
Placing his cock between them, he squeezed her fleshy mounds into his shaft, as he rubbed it in and out of her. Steve got behind him and, placing a red heeled foot on each of his shoulders, entered her cunt. "What's she like?" asked Finn. "Not bad for pushing two kids out outta this thing", he replied. "Tighter than my missus anyway".
Finn started laughing, filming himself teabagging Mrs. Jones, before pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. "Suck my dick, you stuck up cunt. Think you're above us, eh? Well, look at you now. Ha!" As Steve and Finn spitroasted her, Charles was fucking her tits furiously. "Here we go" he said, breathlessly, squeezing her fun bags into his shaft. A huge wad of thick white semen shot out, right up her neck and the base of her chin, soon followed by another. Then he grabbed his penis in his right hand and squirted the rest over her huge, wobbly breasts. Finn, still fucking her face, capturing it all on his phone. "OK, I appreciate the sentiment, but now we'll need to clean her up later" said Rob. "Charlie, get off her, I'm ready to blow. Wanna mess her up good" said Steve, fucking her cunt harder and faster. Just as Charles got off, Steve pulled out and came straight on to her tits with his first three shots, then down her belly, and onto the bunched up skirt at her waist.
Finn, moved to her tits. "Film this Charlie. please", passing him his phone. "Raise her head up, I wanna see if I can get it on her face from here" he said, sliding his arms under her shoulders and dragging her body down the desk towards him. With her head now on the desk, he set about wildly fucking her tits. "Fuckin' hell, that's teenage angst that is" laughed Steve, as Finn pumped them frantically. "Here we go!" He squoze her jugs hard into his cock and pumped up. His first shot flew into the air, hitting her nose and left cheek with a loud splat, he hit her right cheek and ear with his next, and her mouth and chin. Then he came all over her tits. "Fuck mate, how much have you got in that sack of your's?" asked Charles. "A load to be proud of there".
"Get her back on her belly, I want that ass!" said Jack. "Fuck, will you get that thing in there?" laughed Rob. "I'll give it a good go. Actually, I'll have her twat first though, while she's on her back. Grab a heel each guys, back to her ears. Her cunt and ass now fully exposed, he pushed his fat head at her labia. Everyone watched on as his huge python disappeared inside her. "Ohhhhhhhh!" exclaimed Jack under his breath. "You can't get it all in, can you? She'll be glad she's knocked out, that's gotta hurt". "Yeah, that's the girls' only complaint after a fuck", laughed Jack. "I love watching the tears of pain as I tear them apart. No pain, no gain, they tell me afterwards" he laughed. As Jack got as much of his huge cock into her twat, the others wanked, Charles and Rob quickly bringing on a second load, building up to a finale. He fucked harder eventually getting a little deeper. Cum was firing over her body from both sides. Charles and Steve using her hands to wank them off.
Her face, tits and belly covered in sperm, her bunched up skirt now a concertina of wet leather around her waist. "Right, spin her over. It's fun time!". As she was placed back on her belly, he kicked her heels out on either side, her buttocks protruding. He placed his spear shaped head into her sphincter and pushed in. Lubricated by Rob, and her husband, he pushed in as far as he could, then built up a rhythm. Finn filmed on his phone as Jack pounded away at her ass hole. Grabbing her leather clad waist tightly, he built up speed, ramming her hard and fast. Like a jack hammer, he rammed harder and faster, her buttocks reddening from the force. The sound of slapping flesh filled the office.
Suddenly, he let out a loud moan and slid his python out her, rubbing it frantically until a thick rope of semen flew out onto her left buttock, another on her right. Left, right, left right... he kept going until he was spent. Finn filming his load trickle down the back of her legs. "There you go, you stuck up bitch." "Fuck me, she's a mess!" said Steve, "what now?" "Well, she'll come round soon so, as she is such a mess, let's get her up in the CCTV Room" said Rob, "someone go in her bag and get her lipstick".
Pulling her soaked skirt back down, Rob and Jack carried her up the stairs and plonked her down on the big, high backed armchair, dangling a leg over each arm. Using her bright red lipstick, that complimented her outfit perfectly, Rob wrote on her chest "THICK UGLY DULLARDS WERE HERE" with and arrow pointing into her cleavage. "AND HERE" with an arrow to her mouth. Pushing her skirt up, he wrote "AND HERE" pointing to her vagina and arse hole, now dripping with semen. They left her, doused in ejaculate, to wake up and watch the video of what had gone on.
Leaving the office, they locked the door and put the keys through the letterbox. "Pub?" said Charles, and they all left for a pint. Except Finn, who went home to watch his recording. "You send that on to each of us, yeah?" said Jack. "If he'll have the strength in his hand later" laughed Steve. -->
Uma
- 05.05.2021
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