Panty Boy's Adventures -- Part Three
I spent the whole weekend in panties servicing my girlfriend Caroline and her friend Candy. I'm not sure how many different pairs of panties I wore as I was only allowed to jerkoff, and each time deposited a load in my panties I was presented with another pair to wear. I was only allowed to rub my cock through my panties. Of course the cotton and satin panties felt great to rub my cock in, but the lace panties were a little rougher on my cock. I was made to lick the panties clean every time I came in them.
Late Sunday night a meeting message popped up on my phone. I was to meet Donna in my office at 7:30. I work in a satellite office for a national mortgage company with 3 other women. I am the only one with an office as all of the girls work out of cubicles in the center of the office. On the other side of the office is a rather large conference room that doubles as the kitchen. Most days the four of us eat lunch together.
All of the women are in their mid to late 40's, each has at least two kids, with Donna having three. It turns out that no subject is off limits when you are the only guy working with three 40 something women and on more than one occasion, someone has forgotten I was there. I of course am the one that blushes the most. These women love to talk about sex, mostly oral; blow jobs, letting their guy cum on their face, having their pussy eaten before.
One day the topic was kissing after a blowjob. I admitted that I always thank Caroline for blowing me by kissing her and swapping cum. This started a week of blowjob conversations and every woman admitted to allowing their husbands to shoot their load all over their face. I was forced to admit that I had never shot my load in Caroline's face. Cindy, a real knock-out responded, "let me get this straight, you've cum swapped with your wife, which means she gave you cum to swallow, but you never shot a load on her face." All the girls just laughed and we ended lunch on that note.
The next week lunch conversation was about eating creampies. Only Donna admitted that her husband willingly eats creampie. When confronted, I tried to sound like the rest of the girl's husbands, but Cindy caught me and said, "admit it, you eat creampie on a regular basis. I'll bet you normally clean up after yourself."
I tried at act manly, but I have no poker face and all three girls looked at me and said, she's right, you do. Of course with no alternative I admitted it.
It seemed that Donna's husband George was the only one who willingly kisses or eats creampie. The next day Donna told a story of how she sucked Tom off last night and let him cum on her face. Then, without wiping her face off got on top and fucked him hard. As she described it she was licking her lips while bucking that bronco and every so often a glob of cum would fall on his face. When he deposited his load she slid up over his face and dropped her pussy right on his mouth and she had a huge orgasm as soon as he put his tongue inside her.
Two days later, Cindy described how she did the same the night before with her husband and how great it was. The two girls kept on Janice, the most conservative of the group, that you have to try it. This went on for weeks until one day Janice comes into work and over morning coffee, she could not wait till lunch, how she fucked her husband and made him eat her creampie. She went onto describe how she had become an entirely new person and she couldn't help but humiliating him while he was between her legs cleaning up and the more the humiliation the better he ate.
I usually open the office at 7:30, but the girls don't arrive before 8:30. If you recall from Part Two, I ran into Donna at the Mall on Saturday while I was wearing white shorts and black panties. This did not go unnoticed by Donna. I barely slept all night as the only reason for Donna wanting to meet me that early on Monday surely had to do with our encounter on Saturday.
I got up early on Monday, nervous about what Donna had on her mind. Since I was up, I went to the office early and got there at about 7:15, opened the office and made a pot of coffee. I was sitting at my desk trying to work, but could not concentrate, as all I could think about was what Donna was going to say to me.
At 7:30 Donna walked into my office and closed and locked the door behind her. "We don't want any of the other girls to hear this conversation now do we Bob?"
