I decided to color outside the lines on this story, it has lots of sex and not much story. This is new territory for me, but then, learning new things is what life is all about.
Office Manager
As I look up I hear the sound of tires on the gravel parking lot, the business owner and I would like it to be paved so we didn't have to deal with the little stones, but the building owner is too cheap to do that. It's actually a mutual tradeoff of sorts, my boss Barry doesn't want to invest in what he calls *more bricks and mortar* and old Lou the building owner rents it out super cheap because we take care of all the minor maintenance.
As I look out the window in front of my desk I see Herman, the territory salesman for Allied Sheet Metal Supply. He stops in once a month to take an order or confirm that anything we may have called in for was delivered on time and as ordered. I quickly undo the third button on my already stretched blouse making sure he can see my blue lace bra along with a healthy amount of tit flesh, he likes to look, and I like to tease. He's in his late 40's, early 50's, a typical sales guy his age, a little more around the middle than he'd like, hair is beginning to grey and thin, the wear and tear of age shows on his face slightly. All in all, he's still a handsome man, just not what he was 25 years ago.
Running perpendicular to my desk is a four foot high counter with a foot wide ledge, it's easy for people to lean on, to write, to set a purse on to pay a bill, and look down my blouse as I sit in my chair talking. I'm not a big person, nor am I considered tiny, I think I'd describe myself as average with one exception, my breasts are too big for my body. They aren't watermelon size jutting out seven or eight inches, but a 36E is too much for an average framed woman. I've always had oversized breasts, and the left is slightly smaller than the right, which got me in lots of trouble once I graduated high school and went onto college sex 101.
For most kid's college isn't about an education, it's about drinking and fucking, and sometimes it's about fucking and drinking. To be sure there are those attending for the right reason, but most only figure it out when their four years is nearly over and they realize they've learned very little for the tens of thousands they'll pay back for student loans. In my mind my breasts were an abnormality with one being slightly larger than the other, consequently I was always seeking affirmation that they were as good as the next girls. Boys, and a few girls, didn't have to secretly cop a feel, I was all to eager to have them mauled and sucked.
Cheryl is my name, I'm now 33 and work as the office manager/purchaser for an HVAC company, (heating/cooling/ventilating), Barry and I do a walk through every Tuesday taking inventory with me making a list. I'm the atypical small town, big hair, tight blouses, short skirt or tight jeans with a bit too much makeup at times. Never married, don't intend to be, there's far too much loose cock swinging to be saddled with only one. I'm not interested in cock for the sake of a cock being buried inside me, but if he looks good and I think he's clean I'll spread my legs without hesitation. After our walk through I'll make a list of what needs to be ordered, run it by Barry and then call in the orders.
Most of the companies have their own delivery trucks and go through our area on Monday, beginning about 5:30 in the morning, I go in early on Mondays to verify everything being delivered is correct and to flirt with the drivers. Through the years I've gotten to know one or two well before they found a better job, giving two of them a blow job, and an older guy with a huge cock that I let plow into my pussy in the back room as I bent over the box of a condensing unit with my skirt above my waist and my panties around my ankles. He dumped such a load of cum in me I dripped the entire day, my panties were literally paste by the time I went home.
Barry and I doing inventory on Tuesday affords me the time to get whatever we needed on next weeks Monday run. Barry is early 40's, happily married and true to Martha. I attempted to seduce him shortly after I began working for him by sitting in the chair across from his desk in a skirt and no panties, legs spread and a bald pussy glistening with girl juices. He smiled shaking his head.
"Is that for me Cheryl? It looks tasty and I'm sure it would be treat to bury my dick in it, truth is, I have more pussy at home than I can handle, and as tempting as this is, I'm gonna pass. Martha and I have been together too long to throw it away."
I closed my legs, smiled, walked around his desk, kissed him on the cheek and softly whispered.
"Thank you, working for you will be a treat. If in the future you change your mind, let me know, it'll always be available to you."
That was several years ago, now it's a tease and flirt existence. I flirt while he teases with fake interest, a few times I've set across from him with legs open exposing my stockings or far enough that he can see my panties. He smiles and calls me a slut, which makes me grin and close my legs. A few times while doing inventory he's spun back toward me, his hand accidentally colliding with a breast, the first time he jumped and apologized. Anymore he smiles, squeezes, and let's go, telling me to get my fine ass out of the way. There is always a crew working in the back of the shop making up ducting for the next job,
along with 12 guys working in service and installation. I've been very careful not to ever get involved with any of them. I'm not gonna crap where I eat.
The only one I might ever consider is an older guy named Sid, late fifties, solid as a rock, married to a gal half his age and by all appearances is well satisfied between her legs. I figure if he can fuck a girl 27 enough to keep her happy, he'd certainly be able to put me over the top. It's with interest that I watch Herman venture through the front door. What I refuse to get from the guys who work here, I can get from the salesmen if they're interested, and most are. I pick and choose carefully, if there's any suspicion in my mind that they might not be clean, I keep it to looking down my blouse, or turning sideways in the chair enough for them to see the top of my stocking.
The ones who are married are the most fun, none of them want to be unfaithful, some of them manage to resist, the majority collapse when I ask if they want to fuck my mouth or my pussy. More than one business deal has gone heavily in our favor because I lowered my panties or got on my knees in the conference room. Barry knew what I was doing and didn't really care, he knew I needed lots of cock and if it helped the bottom line, go for it. Whatever transpired was always behind a locked door and kept as discrete as possible. That tactic also worked with a few hard to sell customers, not something I was prone to do, but it had happened more than once.
Presently we needed a pallet of 26 gauge flat steel for an upcoming Job and Herman wasn't budging on their pricing, it was time to bring out the big guns. Leaning further forward talking in little more than a whisper.
"Sharpen that pencil Herman, give me the right price and your lips could be on these nipples. If it's a good enough deal you can have my pussy or my mouth."
Watching him walk outside while on the phone desperately negotiating a better price it was impossible to not see the bulge in his trousers. I'd sucked him off twice before, this would be the first I let him fuck me if the price was right. He was well endowed, not hung like a mule, but those size cocks usually hurt me so I didn't mind, I'll take six or seven inches of fat solid meat any day. As he laid a piece of paper with a new number on my desk, I lifted my skirt showing him his reward, pulling my panties aside exposing my bare bald pussy. He gasp for air as I told him to write it up, I was going to the girls and I'd meet him in the conference room.
