On the face of it, Carla lived a conventional, married life. Husband Mike worked in IT and Carla in an office for a construction company. They appeared to be a "normal" couple but there was a twist: Mike was very vanilla in his sexual tastes; not at all adventurous in bed. Carla, on the other hand was a self-confessed exhibitionist slut. Her libido was in constant overdrive. She was an extremely attractive woman, and at the age of thirty-four was in her sexual prime. With thirty-four E boobs, a dress size ten, red/auburn hair and standing at five feet and two inches (without her usual five-inch heels), she oozed "come get me" sex appeal and had no difficult at all seducing strangers into one night stands to satisfy her ever-growing lust.
Between these irregular one night stands she found herself needing to masturbate at least once a day to assuage her demanding pussy. Of course, she kept her well-used dildo always hidden from Mike. He was quite a prude and would never have approved. He had absolutely no idea what Carla got up to, or what she craved.
She had joined the Literotica site a year or so earlier to try to explore and satisfy her sexual needs, but it made things worse. The more she read the threads, read the erotic stories, saw the hot photo, and video posts, the more she realised how much of a slut she was and how much she craved cock. She exchanged messages with a few horny guys on the site. She really hit if off with one of them, a much older guy, exchanging slutty chat and photos. For an older guy, he had a lovely cock and she often fantasised about being fucked by someone well old enough to be her dad. For slut Carla, any cock would do to use her when she felt in the mood, which was most of the time. This guy offered to write a Literotica story about one of her ultimate fantasies.
Dear reader: this is that story......
Carla was the only woman in the office. Most of the time there were only a few guys around. Tom, a sixty-year-old, handsome chap, and Paul were office regulars but most of the others were often out on site. The senior management team of four were occasionally in for meetings in the main conference room.
Knowing she was attractive to men; Carla played the part of office hottie to perfection. Always wearing her "uniform" of mid-thigh length black skirt, white blouse with top four buttons undone to show plenty, but not too much, cleavage, accentuated by her plunge bras of choice. Being quite short at five-two, she always wore five-inch heels to the office with black hold ups and panties. More often than not, those panties didn't stay on all day. Carla got so horny when she occasionally logged on to the Literotica site at work, she just had to play with her pussy and rub her clit under her desk.
She knew full well that all the men at work lusted after her. Just the way they stared as she walked by and followed her ass as she deliberately swayed her hips on the way to the kitchen conference room, or bathroom. She didn't flirt in an over-the-top way but was expert at bending over just enough to show off her shapely ass or lean over just enough to allow glimpses down her thirty-four E cleavage. As she put it herself, she was basically a HR nightmare. Tom's desk was opposite hers and she occasionally "accidentally on purpose" crossed and uncrossed her legs, opening them slightly hoping he would get a flash or two. His flushing face gave away that he was indeed noticing.
Carla noticed a pattern in Tom and Paul's behaviour. Several times, after she'd flashed them or bent over to pick something up or brushed against them while chatting, one or other of them would disappear off to the men's toilet, returning five or ten minutes later looking much more relaxed. Carla was certain they were wanking over her and that really turned her on. After those episodes, she had to go the ladies loo to relieve herself. Being the only woman there, she could moan and gasp without fear of anyone hearing, as she fingered her wet pussy and frigged her swollen clit to make herself cum.
In the less frantic office moments, Carla would daydream about her ultimate kinks and fantasies. The one that kept coming bank into her mind repeatedly was for her to be gangbanged. She was watching a lot of gangbang porn where several men would use a willing slut. She dreamed of being that slut, being totally used by the management team on the conference room table. She wanted to be airtight, a cock in her pussy, in her arse and in her mouth at the same time. She wanted to feel hands grabbing her tits and all over her body. She wanted their cum in all her holes and all over her. She desperately wanted to be Carla the cum slut office whore.
She knew Tom was a close friend of the HR manager and started to hatch her plot to try to make her fantasy become reality.
It was mid afternoon, always her horniest time of the day. She opened her legs under the desk making sure Tom had an unobstructed view of her hold up tops and black skimpy panties. She knew he was taking it in because he dropped his pen on the floor and reached down to pick it up very slowly, clearly so could get a better view. She went to the lady's toilet and took off her panties. Perfect; they were lovely and wet with a nice stain of pussy juice in the crotch. She walked back to her desk and told Tom she was going to a meeting with her boss. As she walked off, she left her scrunched up panties on the corner of her desk.
After sitting panty-less through the meeting with her boss, Carla went back to her desk and sure enough they were gone. Tom wasn't at his desk either. She decided to leave for home knowing that Tom would lock up. She was certain that he was in the toilet right now, sniffing her panties and wanking. She thought about him wrapping her wet thong around his cock and wanking into it, the dirty bastard! But what a turn on that thought was. She just had to have another little play with her clit in the car before she set off for home.
Later that evening she was texting a friend when a message from Tom popped up. Attached was a photo of her black panties, completely covered in spunk. The message said 'Found these while locking up. Are they yours?'
Her plan was starting to work; she knew it was Tom and he knew that she knew. Now for the next part of the plan.
Next morning in the office Carla arrived before Tom and placed a handwritten note on his desk in front of the computer screen where he couldn't miss it. It read 'Midday, car park, your car, have another load ready for me.' When Tom arrived, she watched him read it, flush a little, sit down and look over to her nodding his head and smiling.
About ten minutes to twelve, Tom left the office and walked to his car. Carla waited a few minutes. Just enough time to remove her nice and moist panties and have a little play thinking about what she planned to do in a few minutes. Holding the panties in her hand, she walked out to Tom's car. The car park was empty so there were no prying eyes. She opened the back door and climbed into the back seat, gesturing to Tom to join her.
