Pia and the Post Boy

Nobody really knew who hired Pia. Nobody even knew what Pia's role was, but she was there every day, as if she was just meant to be there. Since she started, however, the company's fortunes had improved significantly. Sales and profits were up and staff morale, usually a real problem, was absolutely sky-high.

On this particular morning, Pia stood up from her desk, eager to complete her first task of the day. She scanned the room, looking for something...or someone.

Across the office a few desks away, the post boy was pushing the mail cart, collecting and delivering packages. Pia caught his eye and smiled sweetly at him. The post boy, a new hire, nervously smiled back and gave a shy wave in her direction, looking around to check it was really him she was smiling at. She put down her pen and notepad and made her way towards him.

Pia's sense of style was unique in the company. Somehow, she was able to wear clothes that would usually draw a warning from HR, but the HR team never seemed to mind. It was as if she had bewitched the whole business, like a siren of good deeds.

Today, she wore a tight white blouse, unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage and the lace edging of her black push-up bra. A black miniskirt fit tightly to her slender hips, with the hem just low enough to preserve her modesty. Black stockings and black patent stilettos finished off her outfit. Her makeup was simple but immaculate and her blonde hair was pulled back in a neat, sleek ponytail.

Pia strode confidently through the office and stopped in front of the post boy. "Hey", she said, flashing her beautiful smile.

"Um, uh...hi?", he replied, nervous from Pia's greeting. He dropped the package he was holding. Pia bent down to pick the package up for him, and as she stood back up to hand it back to him, she gently grazed his crotch with her other hand. The post boy flinched a little and stuttered a "Thank you" as he took the package.

"You're welcome", Pia replied and leaned in close enough to whisper into his ear. "I've got something else for you today, too. Come with me."

Pia took the post boy's hand and walked with him towards the elevator, the post boy dropping the package again. On the elevator ride down to the post room, Pia kissed the post boy passionately, backing him up against the elevator wall and fondling his cock through his uniform trousers. The post boy's cock grew rock hard from Pia's kissing and stroking and the sweet smell of her perfume.

They headed out of the elevator then Pia dragged him out back to the alley. She wasted no time pulling down his trousers and working her mouth over the post boy's hard cock. Kneeling before him, her blowjob was intense and sloppy. She deep throated him while stroking his balls, and she could feel the inevitable build of his release, but instead of letting him cum, she edged him expertly, keeping him ready to burst.

Pia released his cock from her mouth and turned around on her knees. She pulled her panties off and wiggled her butt, allowing her mini skirt to ride up over her hips, providing the post boy with the only invitation he needed to kneel behind her and enter her smooth wet pussy. Pia pushed back to meet him, moaning with each thrust. The post boy was in ecstasy. He couldn't believe he was fucking this beauty in his first week in the job. Reaching forward he fondled Pia's tits through her bra before pushing it aside to grab her exposed tits and pinch her nipples.

It quickly became overwhelming for the post boy. He fucked her with more urgency, ragged thrusts jamming his cock into her wetness. "Ugh - I'm gonna cum - I'm gonna cum" he exclaimed, not knowing if he should pull out or continue.

Pia pushed back at every opportunity, sending him a clear message to cum inside her. A few final thrusts and the post boy grunted loudly as his cum spurted and flooded Pia's pussy.

The post boy's orgasm subsided, and he stood up behind Pia as she gathered herself. still in a haze, he asked Pia, "What was that?"

Pia stepped into him and held him while giving him a delicious kiss. Breaking it off, she stepped back and said with a wink, "Welcome to the company."

Pia waved a brief goodbye and headed back inside and up to her floor. Walking back through the office, Pia headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She was totally dishevelled - her hair a mess and her makeup ruined. Her panties were in her hand, her stockings torn, and she had cum leaking down her thigh. Her co-workers in the office smiled at her as she strode confidently between them, hearing the occasional 'Good job!" and offer of a high five as she passed by.

Pia knew her role. Pia loved her role. Pia was the office slut.