Worplace Fun

I love my job, what 19 year old boy with raging hormones wouldn't? It was nothing out of the ordinary, I was a trainee maintenance engineer, working in a large office building. The pay was pretty decent for someone my age, enough for me to rent my own flat and have some fun. What made it special was the fact that 90% of the workforce were women. The place was awash with females, a wide variety of women, all ages, all shapes and sizes. From the young girls just starting out, to those nearing retirement. Having access to all areas, I got to meet them all, from he lowest interns to the highest of managers, I knew them all. Some wanted to mother me, others fuck me, a couple of the younger ones already had. For my part I was more interested in the more mature members of staff, don't get me wrong having sex with young women is fun but having lost my virginity to a much older woman, I find the allure of the more experienced woman to be irresistible. They know what they want and know how to get it.

The brief few weeks I was copulating with May, she taught me so much, not only in a physical sense but in also in a spiritual way as well.

"Small things, simple things, will get her taking her knickers off in no time at all." She told me.

Being so inexperienced, I had no idea what she was on about, so I asked her to explain.

"As women grow older so their self doubts increase, they see their boobs sag a little more each day, observe their bum getting bigger, their legs getting fatter, most of it is in their imagination, but to them it's real, they lose confidence in themselves. The more fuss you make over her tits, arse or legs the more likely she is to disbelieve you. Now if you compliment her on subtle things, little changes, you will demonstrate you are taking notice of her as a person not just someone to bed."

I was still confused and she saw this in my eyes.

"What's different about me today?" She asked.

As hard as I looked, I had no idea.

"My lips, what about my lips?" She hinted.

I concentrated, studying hard and it hit me,

"They look fuller, more luscious, more kissable." I answered.

"Why?"

Again I had no explanation.

"Fuck you're hard work." She joked.

"Mm, fuck!! YES PLEASE." I threw back.

"Tell me the difference and you can do me doggy, the way you like it."

She moved to the sofa, bent over the arm and lifted her skirt, exposing her panties, black, sheer, stretched tight over her arse.

"The colour is different, almost the same but slightly lighter." I suggested.

Her fingers moved to the waistband of her panties.

"Carry on." She said.

"More glossy." I continued.

"Good boy."

She edged her knickers down, exposing some bare flesh of her arse.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"They sparkle, glisten in the light. A hint of glitter upon them."

With me saying that she completely removed her panties, kicking them aside,

"Almost there, what else is different?"

I thought long and hard about it,

"When we kissed, your lips tasted of strawberries, very sweet."

She turned her face towards me, smiling, whispered,

"Congratulations, you've won the jackpot, now come and claim your prize."

And claim it I did, standing behind her, my shorts and pants pooled around my ankles, my cock pushing against the opening of her pussy. There was no need for any foreplay, I was hard, she was wet, grasping her hips, I plunged straight in, burying myself balls deep inside her cunt. She let out a little yelp as the head of my cock nudged against the neck of her womb. For someone who was over double my age, her pussy was so tight and told her so,

"I'm not tight, you're big." She said massaging my ego

I so loved fucking her this way, I could watch her arse bounce with every thrust, feel her juices run down my thighs, see my cock pull almost all the way out before plunging deep back inside her welcoming folds.

May enjoyed it too, pushing her hips back to meet every thrust, using her pelvic muscles to grip me tight. The air was filled with moans and groans almost drowning out the sound of her squelching cunt.

"Oh fuck Shaun, I'm cumming, cum to." She begged.

Taking a firmer grip, I began to ram her mercilessly, my balls bouncing off the glutinous mounds of her arse. Her knuckles whitened as she grasped the arm of the sofa tighter, her face reddened, beads of sweat run down her forehead, under her top, her tits swung freely and wild. From sighs to moans, from moans to groans, from groans to yells, she was becoming more vocal with every stroke,I

"YES...YES...I'M CLOSE, SO CLOSE, DON'T STOP...HARDER...I'M CUMMING...I'M,"

Suddenly her voice cut off, her body convulsed, she fell forward collapsing over the arm, juices gushed from between her legs, her orgasm vibrated through me. My sap was rising, I could feel I advance from my balls, quickly making it's way up my shaft, pooling in the head of my cock. Taking one hand off her hips, I grabbed her hair, forcing her head around, looking straight into her eyes, I filled her cunt, shooting rope after rope of sticky hot baby seed deep inside her. This triggered a second orgasm for her. Her knees collapsed sending her crashing to the floor, pulling me down as well, I fell upon her, my cock still pumping the last remnants of my cum inside her.

"HOLY SHIT, YOU JUST GAVE ME A BABY, YOU BASTARD." She joked.

I knew this was untrue, when we first had sex, I was afraid to cum inside her, willing to wear a condom, but she explained that she had a hysterectomy many years before, so it was safe to dump my load in her any time.

We had regular sex over the next few weeks before she went away for the summer but promising on her return our fun would continue.

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I took May's advice and began noticing little changes amongst the women I worked with and they seemed to appreciate it, none more so than Mary.

Mary was a departmental manager in charge of about 20 people and as such she had her own office and due to an upgrade in our IT system, I would be spending the next week in her office, preparing and installing the new equipment.

Mary was around late 40's to early 50's, she had a nice face but it was hard to tell what her figure looked like due to the outfits she wore, totally professional, giving nothing away. I tried my best to engage her in conversation that first day but her replies consisted of just grunts and tuts. She was certainly living up to her nickname of "Frosty knickers." So called because of her cold manner when dealing with her staff. There was also a rumour going around that she was still a virgin.

The following day wasn't much better, still ignoring any attempt to converse with me. However come Wednesday there was a subtle change in dynamics. The full length skirt she normally wore had been replaced with one that fell just below her knees, A few more buttons on her jacket were opened, and her crisp white blouse seemed tighter. Also she wore a little more make up and had changed her perfume.

From where I was working on the floor I had a nice view of the little leg she exposed. Even to my inexperienced eyes, they looked shapely especially in the black nylon that encased them. Her demeanour was lighter as well, making conversation, even asking me if I would like a coffee?

She laughed when I declined explaining,

"Tea and coffee were not one of my vices."

She giggled a bit more,

"You're too young to have vices." She joked.

I just gave her a cheeky wink.

Thursday was even better, she wore her hair loose, it shocked me how long it was, it went way past her shoulders, brown with silver strands, it framed her beautiful face, her skirt was even shorter displaying even more of her nylon covered legs. Then came the shock of the day, she removed her ever present jacket, underneath, her crisp white blouse clung to her body like a second skin. Her boobs looked massive and with some buttons undone two pearly white orbs attracted me attention.

Lucky for me, most of the hard work had already been done, because I was too distracted to really concentrate, I heard the rustle of nylon as she moved her legs and loved the way her breasts bounced in time with her typing. Good job I was wearing overalls as my cock was rock hard. Her manner had also improved, trying to coax out of me more about my vices.

Friday the office staff left at midday and the place was empty apart for the maintenance staff. But today Mary stayed behind, watching me put he final touches to her office. As I cleared my tools away, she rose from behind her desk, moved to the front of it and leant back.

"I'm annoyed at you young man." She said coldly.

I was quite taken back by her words, my work was of he highest standard according to my boss, I had cleaned my tools away, left everything spick and span.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you have been staring at me all week." She told me.

Before I could say anything in reply she placed her hands on the hem of her skirt and began to slowly rise it.

"Are these what you have been trying to see? She asked.

I looked on in awe as she continued to lift her skirt, her legs looked magnificent covered in black nylon. She stopped mid thigh,

"When I ask a question, I expect an answer." She told me.

I mumbled something incoherent which I hoped sounded like a yes.

To my utter disappointment she let her skirt fall but her next move truly shocked me. She began to unbutton her blouse, deliberately taking her time to undo each one. When he final one was released she pulled it apart, revealing her boobs confined in a sheer white bra, so see through her areola and nipples were in plain sight.

"And these?" She asked.

My jaw dropped, I suspected she had rather large boobs, but seeing them virtually unwrapped, they were huge. Pale in colour, full and heavy, they looked tremendous. Knowing she would want a reply, all I could say was,

"Oh my gawd."

"Young man, your response is it good or bad, your choice of words is rather non committal."

"Good, definitely good, in fact truly amazing." I replied.

Those cold eyes bore deep into my soul daring me to say more, feeling braver I chanced my luck with a nervous voice I whispered,

"They would look better if they were naked."

I awaited her to admonish me, the way she did to her staff when they under achieved, but it never came. Instead she tossed her blouse aside and then she calmly reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and pulled the straps down over her shoulders. Still clasping the cups over her orbs she asked,

"Is all you can do is stare?"

Taking that as a hint, I rose from where I was kneeling and made my way towards her, never once taking my eyes from hers. Every step felt like a mile as I gingerly approached her, conscious of the fact that my cock was hard and very evident in my loose trousers. Standing inches before her I reached out, placing my hands on hers. She moaned softly as my fingers caressed hers, together we massaged her breasts. In unison we cupped and squeezed, rolled her nipples. Her head moved closer to mine, our lips met in a tender kiss, slow and gentle to begin with but soon her tongue sought mine, forcing herself between my lips, probing my mouth. She kissed with such passion and hunger, Her bra was soon discarded, tossed aside, her arms lowered. I was amazed, despite their size and weight, also taking into account her age, there was very little droop, in fact I would say they stood prominent. I was also surprised by the difference in textures, her pale orbs were soft and smooth, not a single wrinkle in sight, while her areola was heavily pimpled, she sighed softly as I traced my fingers all over and around them. Wrapping her fingers in my hair, she began to lower my head,

"Please." She whispered.

I fully understood what she wanted of me, gently lifting her right breast to my lowered head, I began to run my tongue all over it, sliding over the bumps, swirling around the strawberry tip, before taking her erect nipple between my lips. She pushed her chest forward, forcing more between my mouth, feeding me like a nursing baby, her sighs now gentle moans.

It was hard to believe how much "Old frosty knickers." was melting to my every touch. She was running her hands over my chest, edging lower with each pass, this only served to encourage me more, suck a little harder, lightly nibble, force her hard nipple to go flat with my tongue. Then it was my turn to gasp, her hand was now touching my groin, rubbing my cock through my trousers, sliding her fingers along it's entire length, paying particular attention to it's swollen head. I pulled away for her wonderful tit just long enough for me to tell her,

"If you can stroke my cock, I'm going to stroke your pussy."

Going back to dining on her breast, I slipped my hand down across her thigh, I felt her shiver as I reached the hem of her skirt, the nylon that covered her legs felt rough upon my fingers. I'm not sure if her soft moans were caused by my oral ministrations on her breast or the fact that I was slowly inching towards her honeypot. To my delight I encountered bare flesh and even better a metal clasp, the sexy minx was wearing stockings and suspenders, which I have to admit was one of my vices. As I continued to massage her naked thighs, I felt her fumble with the button and zip of my trousers, then it was my turn to shiver, slipping her hand inside my pants, she took a firm grasp of my cock, slowly wanking it up and down, pre-cum already leaking from it's tip. Mary parted her legs slightly as I continued to sensually massage her leg edging closer to my ultimate goal. I already felt the heat emanating from between her legs and when I finally touched her panties, they were incredibly wet, the gusset was soaking.

"Have you?" I asked.

"Another ambiguous statement, just ask what's on your mind?" She replied.

"Have you cum already?"

"That's better and yes, twice." She laughed before adding,

"No more questions just fuck me."

Hearing that she had already had two orgasms silently and without showing any physical outward signs, plus she said the word fuck, (in all the time I had known her, not once had I ever heard her utter a single curse), had my cock even harder. Stepping back I quickly stripped off, standing before her completely naked, my dick sticking out, watching her constantly. I saw her eyes widen, her mouth open slightly. She stood up off the desk and with shaking hands undid the fastenings of her skirt, before letting it fall to the floor. "Frosty knickers" may have been her nickname but the ones she wore were definitely hot, white and see through. Apart from a small triangle of neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair, pointing downwards, her pussy was completely shaved. Her outer labia looked meaty and puffy, already open. Her inner folds looked moist and there was just a hint of her clit poking out of it's protective hood. Slipping her hands in the waistband, she slowly and provocatively edged them down over her thighs, stopping once, as they caught in the clasps of her suspenders. Stepping out of them, she bent down, picked them up, tossed them at me, they were even wetter now,

"Number three." She proudly announced, laughing.

That was all I could take, I pushed her back on the desk, parted her legs and placed the head of my cock at her pussy entrance.

"Do it!" She demanded.

Putting my arms around her I slowly slipped inside her welcoming pussy, it felt warm and wet and incredibly tight. Even though she was well lubricated, I found it difficult to fully penetrate her, it was like she really was a virgin and my cock was the first to enter her inner sanctum. At first I could only get the tip in, but with patience, easing out, pushing back in, I slowly began to get deeper inside her, still she she showed no emotion, no sighs, moans or groans, she just reclined back on the desk letting me pound away. I fucked her fast, I fucked her slow, I went deep, I went shallow. I played with her arse, sucked her tits, nibbled her ear, bit her neck. Nothing I did broke her frozen exterior, but her pussy gave away all her secrets, each thrust coated my dick with even more of her cum, she was dripping. The more I pumped, the more juices she excreted. I was grunting and groaning, thrusting my hips, feeling my spunk starting to make it's way from my balls, up my shaft.

I warned her I was about to cum and tried to pull away, but she wrapped her legs around me, holding me in place, I struggled, but her grip was strong. I was passed the point of no return, grabbing hold of her bare buttocks, digging my nails in, leaving imprints, I shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep inside her womb. When the first shot hit her walls I thought I heard her whisper,

"YES."

I collapsed upon her, my cock still jerking, the last of my baby seed leaking out, for several minutes we lay together before she pushed me away. In total silence I watched her calmly dress, her breasts back within their confines, blouse buttoned up, skirt lowered, holding out her hand, she demanded

"Knickers please."

Almost snatching them off me, she fingered them for a moment before placing them in her bag, then without a word she left the office, leaving me naked with a drooping but well emptied cock.

To be continued...