Message-ID: <12402eli$9806212357@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12402.txt> From: "RONALD W SIMMONS" <TERIAN@sprintmail.com> Subject: Story, "Office Fuck" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6mjihu$hd7$1@suriname.it.earthlink.net> OFFICE FUCK I had never thought that I would be the type to mess around at work, but there was something that occurred that made me suddenly change my mind. We got a new mail clerk. They used to call them errand boys or mail boys, but with the rise of nonsexist names, he almost became "mailperson" instead of mail clerk. What brought him to my attention was the fact that when he came to my desk and delivered mail, he didn't just leave it on the desk. He didn't stay in front of the desk, either. He stood beside me, the bulge of his crotch nearly right in my face. I could smell him, the fresh, manly aroma of some sort of after shave or cologne that he was wearing permeating the air. It was a clean but musky smell, and it seemed to come from his crotch. Several times, I turned and looked at him, and I could see the shape of his cock in his trousers. It was no tiny little thing, either, but looked quite large, the shape of the head even visible through the material. I figured that he didn't wear shorts at all, as the shaft of his cock seemed to travel down his leg a long distance. I could make out the obvious shape of his balls, too, both of them, right through the fabric of his pants. His name was Tommy, and he was a tall, young man with a body builder's physique. He had dark hair, and thick, luxurious black eyelashes that fluttered as he stood and looked at me. Several times, I caught him looking down at me, at my chest, looking down my blouse. His attention began to turn me on, and one day, I decided that I wouldn't wear a bra. I waited for him. I kept checking the clock, and just before it was time for him to deliver the mail to my desk, I unbuttoned my blouse a few buttons. I dropped some paper clips experimentally, and bent to pick them up. Yes, I thought, looking down at my tits, everything was visible. He came up to me, and I could tell he was there before I even saw him, from the distinct musky odor of his cologne. I looked up at him, and he was looking right down my blouse. I reached for my cup of coffee on my desk and knocked a few papers on the floor. I bent down, just as he did, and we met, face-to-chest, right on the floor. He looked right at my tits, which were perfectly visible to his appreciative eyes. "Thank you, Tommy," I said, looking him in the eyes. "You're welcome," he whispered. He didn't stand up, didn't move away toward the door. He stared right at my tits. His tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. Then, his face reddened. "Excuse me, sorry," he said, and stood up. "Oh, no, Tommy," I said. I stood and walked over to my door, standing in his way. "It makes me feel good to be appreciated." He stood and looked at me. I stepped out of the door way, and reached behind me and closed the door to my office. Latching it behind me, I moved to the edge of my desk. I leaned back, letting my blouse fall open. He reached up and touched the cleavage between my breast, letting his hand brush against the edge of my tits. His hands shook as he unbuttoned my blouse the rest of the way, all the way to my skirt. He pulled my blouse out of my skirt, where it was tucked, and I slipped it off my shoulders. He leaned forward, and I felt his hot breath between my breasts as his lips licked up and down in the cleavage between my tits. His hand went under my skirt, and I could feel it slide up my thigh, and pull at the hem right beside my pussy. His fingers made contact with the side of my pussy lips, and I tingled all over, all at once. I pushed him away, and my hands, almost with a mind of their own, rushed to his belt. I fumbled with his belt, and then his zipper, and his hands were there, helping me take his pants down to his ankles. His massive dick sprung up, poking me in the face. It left a small trail of precum sticking to my face. His balls were big, hairy egg-shaped ovals, dragging the skin of his ball-sac down, making it wrinkled and elongated. I reached out and cupped his big balls in my hand, while my other hand went to his fat, pulsing dick. His cock was darker than the rest of his skin, and his balls were even darker, nearly brown. The skin of his cock was smooth and warm. He moaned lightly as I pointed the purple head of it at my lips, and ran my lips back and forth across it, smearing the precum like lipstick. I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his fat cock into my mouth, moving my tongue across the head slowly, eliciting more groans of pleasure from him. In just a few seconds, we were naked, with me laying across my desk, papers thrown on the floor. He had his face buried between my legs, his tongue doing all kinds of wonderful things to my pussy, licking and sucking my clit, darting in and out of me. His fat balls hung across my forehead, and all I could see was his long, thick cock as he slowly lowered his crotch against my face. I sucked his fat dick deep into my mouth again, all the way in, and I gagged on the fat, fleshy rod. He jerked, his body moving in spasms, as he shot his load of cum down my throat. I swallowed, and I sucked most of it in. He pulled out of my mouth, and still, his cock shot cum all over my face, my neck, and my tits. His tongue made a contact with my clitoris, and I came, a resounding, earth-shattering orgasm the likes of which I had never known. He didn't stop there. He whirled around and lay atop me, inserting his fat cock into my pussy. He thrust inward, and I came again with his first thrust. He moved faster and faster, his fat balls banging against my ass. Suddenly, his thrusts became erratic, and his cock jerked deep inside me, and he came again, making me cum again as my pussy was filled with his hot loads of cum. We lay there on top of my desk for a little while, catching our breath. He pulled away from me and stood on uneasy legs, smiling. We got dressed, and he politely asked me if I had any correspondence to have mailed. Every day now, we go through the same routine. --- Germaine P., New York, NY http://www.simplecom.net/palace/ FREE stories, pics, links -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>