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Author's Note: This is the first in a long series of stories based on the very sexy Pam Beesly from The Office: An American Workplace. Future chapters will be soon turning up from fellow authors: Pyrofanity and Robertdoc I will also be making an appearance in later chapters. Look for new stories soon!
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She had been hoisted into the air and was about to be impaled on a large, throbbing member when an annoying drone filled her ears. Pam rolled over onto her back and groaned in frustration. Another morning she woke up with a dripping wet pussy and no chance to masturbate. Her mind and body had been screaming out at her for a release, ever since she left Roy after Jim's confession.
As she dressed, she tried to recall the dream. Maybe if she remembered what was happening in the dream she could pick it up once she had finished work. She fished through her clothes cabinet and settled on a grey pencil skirt, a salmon pink button down shirt that would reveal her magnificent breasts and a white cardigan that covered her ample chest. She decided that she was going to cover her legs for the day and found a pair of silky thigh high stockings and she settled for her usual pair of white keds.
Pam applied her make up and sorted out her hair, as she tried to recall her dream. Shaking her head lightly, Pam checked the time on her bedside table and saw she had about twenty minutes before she had to set out to Dunder Mifflin. She flopped over to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of cereal to keep her going until her lunch break.
She thought about her day, it was always a long start from half past seven to nine o'clock as she was typically alone with Michael Scott, her boss. He'd no doubt make a remark about how she was dressed but she could deal with it. She could deal with a thousand douche bags like Michael but what she couldn't deal with was the tingle in her legs.
Sighing heavily, Pam tidied away her bowl of cereal and made her way to her car. Maybe she could rub one out in the car? She could always just hold out until her lunch break and fuck herself with her fingers in one of the toilets.
God! Pam was already so horny, she could practically feel her wet juices slide down her thighs as she drove. She pulled into the car park of Dunder Mifflin and stepped out of her car. Locking the door behind her, she went through security and she made her way up to the office in the elevator. She should have taken the stairs but frankly she wanted to get to the office as soon as she could so that she'd be able to get to her lunch break quicker and bring her sweet relief.
She opened the door to the office but found that the door was already unlocked. She didn't see Michael's car in the lot so it must have been the cleaning staff. There was another tingle in Pam's body as she thought about the staff. She wondered if the super cute new guy was there? He looked a lot like Eric Bana but much stockier, he had piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore straight into her soul whenever he looked at her. She took her long trench coat off of her body and hung it up on the coat hooks that stood on its own three feet at the bottom of the item.
As she turned around to walk behind the desk, she saw him over in the corner of the office. He hadn't noticed her yet and wondered if he'd seen her yet, it looked like he was the only one of the cleaning crew that was working in the office. All the better for her to use him. He saw her, smiled and waved at her as he stamped on the power button for his vacuum cleaner. The noisy machine ceased its racket as he wrapped up the cable and tugged it over to the front desk.
"Good morning!" He said warmly, he had a twinge of a Southern accent and it drove Pam mad. She smiled, nodded and matched his greeting. She sat down at her desk and they started to chat about nothing in particular when the phone rang.
"Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam."
"Pamela..." It was Michael Scott, the manager of the office. He had an annoying habit of dragging out people's names. It really bothered Pam but she never let him know. "It's Michael. Listen, I'm going to be late so just make sure to keep out of trouble OK?"
"You'll be late? Do you know how long?" Pam asked, turning her gaze away from the cleaner for a second. As soon as she did that, his eyes went straight to her amazing legs that had since crossed in the chair. Pam's pencil skirt had started to hike up her leg, showing off her gorgeous stockings. Pam's gaze turned back to him and caught him staring, instead of getting upset she smiled and hiked her skirt up a little further. His eyes widened as Pam slipped a free finger inside herself and dipped her middle finger inside her now wet folds.
Taking the digit out of her pussy, she stood up and beckoned for him to come closer. He obliged and she rewarded him with a taste of her pussy juices. She smiled when she heard that Michael was going to be at least an hour. Pam's heart raced as she stood up out of the chair and unbuttoned her cardigan and slid it off of her shoulder.
Pam took the cleaner's hands and put them on her chest. As if on instinct, he squeezed the soft, pillowy flesh making Pam stifle a moan. She pressed the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she unbuttoned the pink shirt she was wearing. She smiled as the cleaner let go of her breasts and unhooked her bra while Michael prattled on talking to Pam on the phone.
She unzipped her pencil skirt and kicked it off of her legs as Leo walked behind the desk, he quickly stripped down and kicked off his one piece as Pam parted her legs and beckoned him to come closer. He took a few steps towards the sexy receptionist and as soon as he was within reach, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in.
He took her left breast in his hand and toyed with the hardening nipple as Michael continued to talk about nothing in particular. Pam bit on her bottom lip and stifled a moan as he sucked on her tit. He squeezed the other breast while Pam ran a hand through his hair, she could feel his boner press against her thigh as Michael finally let her go.
