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Office GangBang!!!!!!!!!!

9/27/2005

I first knew Johnnie when I became his secretary. I was just
gone eighteen at the time. It took some months before he
made a pass at me. It was when we were coming back from a firm's
night out in York. We shared a car with two other members
of staff.
<br>
We'd had a few drinks and, on the way back, three of us
were sat in the back. There was Johnnie and David with me
in the middle. Honestly, there were hands everywhere!
One of them kissing me, trying to get his hand into my blouse,
whilst the other had his hand up my skirt. It was like being
with an octopus.
<br>
We eventually dropped David off at his home and Johnnie
had me to himself. He started kissing me passionately,
managing to get a hand into my bra to fondle one of my breasts.
I didn't object too strongly. Then, he took hold of
my hand and placed it on his erection - which was still inside
his trousers - and rubbed it. I was being encouraged to unzip
his fly, trying to get me to take a hold of him but he flooded
his underpants before he could release it! It was a sticky
mess.
<br>
After dropping him off, David, the driver, joined me on
the back seat. He said he'd been watching us through
the driving mirror which made him horny. He wanted his grope
and kiss. In fact he wanted a lot more. They were all a randy
lot in that office.
<br>
I struggled with him and managed to bring him off all over
the car seat before he could get between my thighs. He was
a bit cross, but it served him right. And my skirt didn't
escape the deluge, either. Fortunately my mother had gone
to bed, so I managed to sponge it off before it dried.
<br>
I wasn't a stranger to the penis. I had a boy-friend
and had, in fact, become engaged to him on my eighteenth
birthday. He was the first man in my life and I was resigned
to becoming his wife. No doubt he would end up a bank manager
and we would live in a detached house on the edge of town.
A perfectly respectable couple.
<br>
We would often drive up onto the moors on an evening for petting
and kisses, bringing each other off. But there was never
anything adventurous about it, and James was content to
wait for the honeymoon before full penetration. He would
have been furious if he knew what I got up to with other men!
<br>
After that episode in the car, Johnnie frequently flattered
me, hinting at how much he wanted to make love to me and all
that sort of thing. He occasionally kissed me and held my
hands when the opportunity arose. But he never tried to
feel me up. It was a bit disappointing in a way, but I must
admit that I enjoyed the attention I was getting. So I always
took care to look my best for him.
<br>
*****
<br>
It was a month or two later when Johnnie and Arthur, his number
two in the department, had to arrange an exhibition in Earls
Court, which meant going to London on a Sunday morning.
I was very happy to go with them for a few days to help man the
stand. It was arranged that I would come home on the Thursday.
We flew to Heathrow with Johnnie whispering words of love
in my ear most of the way. It was very romantic bearing in
mind that that was the first time I had ever flown. He had
a way of making you feel very feminine and the most important
woman in his life.
<br>
We took a taxi all the way from the airport to the hotel, dropped
off our luggage, before going on the Earls Court. After
we had set out the exhibition stall with the contractors,
we got back to the hotel feeling soiled and tired. I had a
hot bath and changed for dinner, making sure I was smelling
sweet.
<br>
After the meal with bottles of wine, we returned to Johnnie's
room where he had a supply of whisky and brandy. The two men
went through the following day's programme, followed
by a few jokes, before Arthur announced he was having an
early night and left us. Thinking back, I believe that was
pre-arranged between them. It was only just after nine
o'clock. Johnnie refilled our glasses, chatting
about nothing in particular. He turned out the centre light,
leaving only the bedside lamp glowing.
<br>
We sat on the side of his bed quietly sipping brandies, mine
laced with dry ginger, his with soda. I had already decided
I would let him kiss and caress me. I was feeling worked up
and waiting for him to take me in his arms. The wine and other
drinks might have had something to do with it! I was certainly
feeling tipsy. Even so, I had no intention of letting him
have full intercourse with me though. Going the whole hog,
as we used to say.
<br>
But that's just what happened! He began casually enough,
putting his arm round my shoulder, kissing me softly. Oh,
so softly and lingeringly. It was lovely. Then he put his
drink on the bed-side table before gathering me up in his
arms to kiss me again. This time properly. His tongue prised
my lips open and roamed all round my mouth, exploring inside
it. I'd never been kissed like that before. It was breath-taking.
<br>
And all the time he was kissing me, his hands were roaming
gently over my neck and breasts. I didn't care! I didn't
try to stop him. I was enjoying the French kiss. That's
what it was called. When his hand slipped beneath the neckline
of my blouse, under the strap. I was a bit uneasy but did nothing
to stop him. With a glass of brandy in one hand that would
have been difficult.
<br>
I gasped as his hand strayed over my breast, his fingers
finding the swollen nipple. He teased it, playing with
it between his thumb and index finger. It had already stiffened.
I felt the tremble in my belly. Desire was building up in
my loins. I could feel the wet heat inside me, almost bubbling
over. I think he must have felt my trembles as well. He came
up for air, took my drink from me to put it on the bed-side
table.
<br>
Then, he calmly unbuttoned my blouse.
<br>
My mouth went dry as I realised he was going to expose my breasts.
I just watched him through half closed lids as he reached
behind my back, expertly unhooking the bra. The blouse
and bra were slipped from my shoulders. And there I was.
Naked from the waist up. He just sat there gazing at me. Not
even my boyfriend had seen my naked breasts.
<br>
I felt wanton and flushed, partly with embarrassment and
partly with excitement. There's a strange feeling
of power having your body admired - desired. I have nice
tits. Not too small, but firm. I felt like a lady-of-the-world,
so I pretended a nonchalance I certainly wasn't feeling.
His eyes were glued to my nipples, gazing at one then at the
other. The palms of his hands reached under each of them
to lift them slightly as though testing their weight. The
nipples were jutting out and the areolae were puffed and
swollen. I couldn't remember having seem them quite
so inflated before. I was secretly proud of them for being
so swollen. I even managed to push them forward slightly,
to accentuate their size.
<br>
'Beautiful!' he whispered. 'Wonderful!'
<br>
He leaned forward to fasten his mouth on the nipple of the
left breast. I closed my eyes, partly in embarrassment
and partly in rapture, leaning backwards, propped up on
my elbows, pushing my tits at him. I love having my breasts
sucked. It's sheer heaven! After kissing both nipples,
Johnnie gently pressed me down onto the bed, with my bottom
perched over the edge. He spent ages kissing my face, my
mouth, my ears, my neck. All the time stroking my breasts,
exploring them, squeezing them tenderly, teasing the
hard nipples.
<br>
Johnnie paid a lot of attention to my tits as he casually
unfastened the waistband of my skirt. He slid the skirt
over my hips, together with the underskirt, then over my
knees to the ankles so that only my skimpy panties remained.
When they had dropped to the floor, Johnnie lifted one of
my feet out of the tangle, parting the knees.
<br>
I felt so pleased to be showing off my naked body. It was so
exhilarating. I was eager for him to remove the pants; to
look at my sex - my fanny. I wanted to excite him - inflame
him.
<br>
No one had ever seen it before, certainly since I reached
womanhood. He caressed my flat belly as he kissed my breasts.
By this time I was really worked up. Not impatient, but in
a delirium of elation, enjoying the sensuous stroking
and kissing. I reached down as casually as I could to take
hold of his stiffened penis.
<br>
Gosh! My heart nearly stopped beating as I felt his hard
rod for the first time. It was much thicker than James's.
And as hard as steel. I had always supposed men's willies
to be the same. I don't know why. I just assumed that
one penis was the same as another. But this was certainly
much bigger in every way. I later learned that it was my boy-friend's
which was on the small size, though Johnnie's was certainly
on the high side of average.
<br>
Anyway, I explored it gingerly, squeezing it between fingers,
easing back the foreskin. I was trying to appear as casual
as I could, as though handling men's pricks was an everyday
occurrence. He was whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Praising my beauty, my gorgeous breasts. Telling me how
much he wanted me. What a stunning girl I was. You know the
sort of thing.
<br>
Of course, I fell for it all. I was only eighteen at the time.
And I was anxious for him to think I was experienced and sophisticated.
In any case, I wasn't really listening. I was concentrating
on exploring all his sexy parts on the one hand, and lapping
up his kisses and caresses on the other. It never crossed
my mind that I was being unfaithful to my boyfriend. I never
felt a pang of guilt for my behaviour.
<br>
Then, at last, I felt his thumbs hook into the elastic of
my panties. They were peeled over my hips, down my thighs
and legs, ending up on the floor. His hand stroked the inside
of my thighs, each stroke slowly moving upwards until his
fingers finally reached the warmth, feeling the sensitive
lips, now slippery with juices. My heart missed a beat as
he touched my sensitive button. Loins flexed instinctively;
a little thrilling lurch, willing him to enter me.
<br>
Encouraged by this, still kissing me passionately with
his tongue, his fingers probed softly between the lips,
lingering in each of the slick folds, exploring their texture,
thumb flicking over my hard clitoris. This was getting
me worked up to fever pitch. I was steeped in a kind of sensuous
stupor. His tongue was snaking all over me now. Hands and
fingers were playing havoc with my inflamed body, ravenous
for sex. It was so thrilling - exciting. I was drunk with
ecstasy.
<br>
Then, out of the blue, he quietly asked me if I was virgin.
I lied and said no. I'd already broken my maidenhead
due to a mishap with a candle when I was younger but no man
had ever entered me. Hadn't even seen me down there.
Johnnie was the first. I was desperate for him, willing
him to look at my body; my secrets. But I was anxious in case
he found it a disappointment when compared with all his
other girlfriends.
<br>
He was pressing his thick penis into my palm with little
jerks. His trousers were already in a tumbled heap on the
floor. He threw one leg across my belly, leaning on his arms
pinning mine to the bed. More kisses as he wriggled on top
of me. His knees pushed my thighs apart.
<br>
My apprehension grew. Although excited beyond endurance,
I was getting nervous and uncertain. This was not what I
had intended. My God! I suddenly came out of my reverie.
I might get pregnant. Perhaps I should push him away and
call a halt. I couldn't. He was pressing hard on my arms.
I couldn't move. I was powerless - or so I thought.
<br>
But, even whilst these thoughts were flashing through
my head, I felt his cock prodding into me. Searching for
the secret entrance. Rubbing against my little button
and nudging its head between wet lips. He was kissing me
lightly, nibbling and biting my lips with his. Even though
I was aroused to a peak of desire, I pretended to struggle,
wriggling my groin against the head of his prick.
<br>
I was groaning with impatience, frantic to feel it inside.
In spite of not wanting to be fucked, I just couldn't
stop now. No way! It was too late. I'd passed the point
of no return. I was as desperate for him as he was for me. Then,
suddenly, it was inside me.
<br>
So easy! I caught my breath sharply as it slid in, slowly
and smoothly. All in slow motion, I felt this thickness
invading my fanny. The entry was easy. Folds of warm flesh
parted and stretched to accommodate the first cock to enter
into my shrine.
<br>
I'd lost my virginity. The feeling was absolutely
wondrous. Being stretched and filled. Deeper into the
soft, slippery tightness. Deeper. Then he began sliding
it out. Just as I thought he was going to withdraw it, he thrust
it in deep again. Then again. And again. Very slowly at first,
thudding into my very centre. It was so tantalising. Breathtaking.
Then he started to fuck me a bit faster. I felt it rasping
against my clitoris as it plunged in and out.
<br>
Suddenly he stopped and paused, the hardness deep inside
me. Up to the hilt. I watched him through half-closed eyes.
He was concentrating on the luxury of his conquest. I was
his slave. The sensation of warm pliant flesh clutching
his penis was a triumph for him. Then he started again. Slowly
and rhythmically, picking up speed.
<br>
He went on like this, starting and stopping, slow and then
fast, pausing with it fully embedded, relishing the victory.
He took his time. Nothing was hurried. Every stroke was
a separate experience to be indulged in; to be cherished.
Fingers joined the cock at my fanny, rolling the clitoris.
<br>
Eventually, my whole body seemed to spread out like a great
swell of the sea, liquid and awash with lechery. The sensation
turned into a huge wave. I was on the crest, being carried
along, rolling and dipping on a peak of bubbling excitement.
It got faster and faster, wilder and wilder, until I tumbled
breathless into the huge surge. Spray was everywhere,
swamping over me and swilling into every part of my body
in a fantastic release of tension. I was moaning and whimpering
loudly in his ear, begging for more. My groin jerking up
against his, legs as wide as I could stretch them. His awesome
stiff cock drilling relentlessly into the centre of my
fanny.
<br>
It was the most wonderful orgasm I'd ever had. I never
knew it could be such an incredible sensation. Wave after
wave of rapture swamping me. I realised at that moment that
I must have a lot more of this and often. It was like a drug.
<br>
Johnnie was still ramming his cock into me pretty hard.
Then, with a grunt, he yanked himself out, pressing the
shaft hard against my belly. His loins jerked again and
again. With each jerk I felt a warm gush between our bellies.
He went on thrusting his groin at me, grunting as he spurted
several spouts of hot liquid into my bush of hair. After
he subsided, he slipped it back into me. But I panicked and
pushed him off. I was scared stiff of getting pregnant.
<br>
He didn't object or try to force me. He just rolled off,
reached for a paper hanky to clean me up. He took his time
over it, planting little kisses on my belly, my nipples,
and even my clitoris.
<br>
I couldn't speak. My brain was numb. I had given him
my virginity and I wasn't sure if it had been a good idea
after all. Now that the peak of excitement had passed, I
was beginning to have doubts. But I did feel wonderful.
Fulfilled. He kissed me all over again before sitting up.
<br>
'Let's finish our drinks, ' he suggested.
I sat up, smiled at him weakly and took the glass. I didn't
know what to say. He was sat in shirt tails and socks. I was
stark naked.
<br>
'Will you take your clothes off?' I asked.
<br>
I watched whilst he removed his shirt, his eyes twinkling
at me.
<br>
'That seemed like a good orgasm.'
<br>
I gulped my drink and nodded. He knelt facing me on the bed.
For the first time I took a good look at his cock. It had started
to soften but was still thick and sticky. It fascinated
me that such a tube of flesh could become so hard and give
so much pleasure. I touched it gingerly. He leant over me
to kiss me with great tenderness, whilst softly kneading
one of my breasts.
<br>
'Go on, ' he said. 'Take a good look at it.
Play with it! After all, it's a lady's toy. In fact,
it's the only toy women never tire of playing with.
You've seen plenty before, no doubt.'
<br>
'Of course, ' I lied. 'But they're all
different, aren't they.'
<br>
This was the first naked man I'd ever seen, with his
semi-soft penis resting on his wrinkled testicles, almost
hidden in a deep tangle of curls. I reached out and started
to toy with it, fingering the foreskin, testing the girth
of its head. I watched fascinated as it began to fill out
again. Thicken and lengthen. It jerked as each heart beat
re-filled it. It hoisted itself up from the nest of hair,
pulsing and swelling until, fully grown again, it pressed
against the hairy curls of his belly.
<br>
I was totally rapt by it. It was a revelation. A handsome
column of pale flesh; warm and proud. Such an arrogant thing.
I fondled it, squeezed it, weighed the low-hanging testicles
and examined the genitals for some minutes whilst he stroked
and fondled my heaving breasts.
<br>
'Let me see yours, ' he said. He parted my thighs
and swung over my body, one knee on either side of my head.
<br>
I swallowed hard as I opened my thighs wide, displaying
my secret, tousled opening to his scrutiny. I hope he wouldn't
be disappointed. He gasped.
<br>
'Beautiful, ' he whispered softly to himself.
His fingers eased the folds open, to show the puckered pink
gateway to my mystical paradise. The small inflated button
throbbed under his gaze. I was never short of juices, but
on this occasion, they seeped copiously from the ravished
orifice.
<br>
Johnnie's testicles were dangling over my eyes. I
was examining them closely when, without any warning,
I felt a light kiss, not much more than a breath of air, on
my clitoris. I stiffened. I wondered what on earth he was
doing. I had never even heard of oral sex, never thought
about it. Then he was kissing and licking my fanny, his arms
pinning my thighs open. After a moment of distaste and panic,
I realised that it felt nice.
<br>
My boy-friend had never shown any interest in my genitals
apart from fingering them. He had never shown much interest
in examining them. Johnnie's tongue was now playing
havoc with my emotions. I relaxed, realising that he could
do anything he wanted to me. I was his willing slave, all
right. Then it hit me! With a shock, I knew I had fallen head
over heels in love with him.
<br>
That first night he sucked me for ages, and fucked me three
times, every one leading to a shattering orgasm, before
I finally slipped exhausted into my own room. I couldn't
sleep. I was panicking about the possibility of being pregnant.
But, I was overwhelmed with love for Johnnie. It was turned
two o'clock when I finally got back to my room just across
the corridor. I had been well and truly introduced to the
pleasures of the flesh.
<br>
It was a revelation. I was hooked. I felt my violated fanny
with care, concerned to see whether there was any change
in it, teasing myself into a gentle orgasm, before eventually
crying myself to sleep.
<br>
At half past seven the next morning, the maid came in with
a tray of tea. No sooner had she left than there was a tap on
the door. I opened it a crack and there was Johnnie in his
dressing gown. He slipped quickly into my room and we fell
on the bed together. We tore each other's dressing
gowns off, making love violently and quickly. As we banged
away at each other savagely, I told him I loved him. Over
and over again.
<br>
I cried shamelessly on his shoulder as our bodies grappled
together, desperately seeking each other. It wasn't
long before my orgasm crashed suddenly into my belly. Unable
to contain himself, Johnnie exploded his sperm over my
belly and breasts. We lay exhausted in each other's
arms for a while. After he had gone I rubbed his sperm where
it had splashed into my breasts until they were quite dry.
<br>
The next three nights we made love together for three or
four hours together. Johnnie was insatiable. So was I!
We fucked in just about every possible position. He taught
me about oral sex and I was an eager pupil though I just couldn't
bring myself to let him come in my mouth. He was a wizard at
love. A real virtuoso. He had a tremendous appetite for
sex.
Johnnie showed me that I could have multiple orgasms. Something
I had not thought possible. And he always made sure I had
at least three before he allowed himself to climax. He could
hold back nearly for ever. Then he would ejaculate all over
me, before drying himself off and starting again. He came
three times each night and once again the following morning.
Between fucks, he would talk to me about himself and ask
questions about my life.
<br>
'Goodness! I have nothing much to tell about life.
I've only been alive since I met you. You know all about
my life since then.'
<br>
'You must have had other lovers.'
<br>
I was afraid of being caught out having lied about her earlier
sexual experience. 'Oh, you don't want to hear
about them. They were boring. They only wanted one thing.'
<br>
'And who can blame them? It's such a special thing.'
<br>
'What about your women, then?' I challenged.
'Your other secretaries?'
<br>
'I haven't been to bed with them all.' Johnnie
laughed at the idea. 'If you knew Brenda, the one before
you, you'd know why.'
<br>
'Why, was she ugly?'
<br>
'Not really. Not attractive, but not ugly.'
<br>
'In that case, fuck me again. Come here.'
<br>
And he climbed on top of me for another long session. On our
last night together I slept all night with him, managing
snatches of sleep between fucks. I lost count of the fucks
we had that night. I was heart broken when I had to go back
home. It had been such a fantastic honeymoon. And I was hopelessly
in love, but mightily relieved when my period started on
time.
<br>
He was my lover for three-years. Many times I begged Johnnie
to leave his wife and run away with me. Many times. We never
managed to sleep together again. But we had a torrid affair,
living dangerously. We snatched quick fucks during lunch
hours and spent a couple of hours most Saturday mornings
in Johnnie's office satisfying our sheer hunger for
each other's body. On the carpet, sprawled over his
desk, sat in his chair, up against the wall. In every corner
of the room. We made love in his car in lay-byes and pub car-parks.
I would often go down on him and suck him to a fine erection
as he drove. We fucked three or four times a week. And my boy-friend
felt me each Friday and Sunday. Tame stuff, that!
<br>
Johnnie warned me not to marry James. It wouldn't work,
he said. But James was reliable and steady. He would end
up a bank manager and we'd have a couple of children
and live in a nice modern detached house. We'd spend
two weeks a year on the South coast, boating and have Christmas
dinner with his parents. I told Johnnie that the only way
he could prevent me from marrying James was to elope with
me.
<br>
But he wouldn't. He told me that, once I was married,
our affair would have to end. He didn't want to be the
cause of my divorce! I didn't believe him. I couldn't
imagine life without him.
<br>
My wedding was eventually planned and I went on the pill.
Johnnie and I had certainly taken enormous risks but in
all that time he had never once spurted inside me. I must
have had gallons of his sperm on my belly, over my breasts,
up my back, on my bottom and my pubic hair. But never inside.
<br>
On the eve of my wedding I was sleeping at my grandmother's
house. It was November and a foggy dark evening. Johnnie
gave me a lift to grandmother's. On the way, I asked
him to pull onto some spare ground away from the road, where
James and I usually had our petting sessions. It was deserted.
Then I asked Johnnie to make love to me without having to
withdraw. I wanted him to be the first to splash sperm deep
inside me. I wanted to his to be the first hot sperm to christen
my fanny.
<br>
His car had a bench seat at the front with the gear lever on
the steering column. I opened his flies and played with
him until he was at full stretch whilst he felt between my
legs, making me all juicy and slippery. I slipped my pants
off, Johnnie struggled out of his trousers, knelt between
my thighs. They were wide open with my feet on the dash-board.
He presented his stiff rod to my sopping opening and slid
slowly, deep inside. It was sheer heaven!
<br>
We spent half an hour in the throes of lust and sex. Johnnie
was in no hurry. He chewed my nipples nearly off whilst I
almost tore his testicles off. I had several orgasms, some
small, some big, before I felt Johnnie begin to tense in
his loins. I always knew when he was about to come. It was
like a coiled spring inside him getting tighter and tighter.
The muscles in his bottom clenched, flexing and twitching.
Finally, with a mighty heave, he erupted deep inside me,
again and again, until he had spent his last drop.
<br>
We stayed like that for a few minutes, with his cock buried
deep inside me. I cried quietly. I didn't know when
I would next be with my lover. Johnnie was unusually quiet.
<br>
*****
<br>
That was to be the last time we fucked. Returning from my
boring honeymoon, I suspected that Johnnie had found himself
another, beautiful mistress. He knew a lot of attractive
actresses who would be only too willing to join him on his
casting couch. To get my own back and to make Johnnie jealous,
I made great play at the office Christmas party of teasing
David, a young blonde technician, eventually taking him
into one of the offices.
<br>
I made sure that Johnnie saw us. I was very merry on red wine,
but intended only a kiss and a cuddle. But I'd got David
worked up. He pressed me against the front of the desk with
his hot kisses.
<br>
Before the party started, I had changed into a deliberately
short skirt. Three of us had left off our panties to tease
the men, giving them the odd glimpse of buttocks. All three
of us had been groped on the cheeks of the bottom and fingers
had managed to penetrate the gash. So I was wet.
<br>
But now that David pushed his groin between my thighs, the
skirt was easily pushed round the hips. My little fanny
was completely unprotected. David managed to unzip himself
whilst dabbling his fingers in my juices. I was so worked
up myself that I reached down to feel for his penis without
thinking. Hard and upright. Our tongues were lashing hard
together. I was certainly encouraging him.
<br>
Before I really knew what was happening, or do anything
about it, the stiff shaft was slipping straight into me.
It was great! A different cock is always an exhilarating,
wonderful feeling. I curled my legs round his waist to pull
him in deeper. Fill me with his cock. It was gloriously unexpected.
My whimpers told him I was enjoying it.
<br>
So, I held on to the edges of the desk whilst David grunted
away, jabbing hard at me. I was vaguely aware of the door
opening, the noise of the party swelling. Through half-open
eyes, bleared with the wine, I saw Johnnie. He just stood
there, watching us for a few seconds before leaving. David
didn't even notice. He was nearing his point of no return,
interested only in ejaculating his sticky offering deep
inside me.
<br>
I closed my eyes and relished the feel of cock pounding in
and out of me, reaching its climax. He suddenly withdrew
with a loud grunt, and I felt the warm gush of sperm flood
onto my belly. This was followed almost immediately with
the cock thrusting its way back into my soaking gash again.
But it felt different! Thicker!
<br>
I half opened my eyes to find myself looking into the face
of Derek. My God! He was seriously fucking me! He must have
come in after Johnnie had left. As he plunged in and out,
I turned my head to see the other four guys stood around watching,
trousers round ankles, all with erect cocks being fondled
by their owners. David was now on my right, cock drooping,
holding my right knee wide open, watching Derek's
cock penetrating me. Arthur came to my left and took the
other knee with one hand, whilst holding a glass of red wine
in the other.
<br>
My head was in a spin. And it wasn't just the wine! I was
being gang ! Except that I was doing nothing to stop
it - or even try! Derek pulled out of me and I peered down at
his cock as it erupted. A thick stream of sperm splattered
over my left breast, with the rest erupting into my pubic
curls. I love watching men come!
<br>
No one spoke. The room was hot and smoke-filled. The record
player was still going in the hallway. I saw the manager
with his cigar in the corner of his mouth, watching the action
as Derek stood to one side to let Arthur step in between my
open thighs, glass still held in his right hand. His cock
drove straight into me - up to the hilt. It was on the small
side, but he fucked like a dog. Fast and furious, eyes closed,
a grimace on his face as he concentrated.
<br>
His place at my right knee had been taken by young William.
He was the new office junior - well, hardly junior at eighteen.
But his cock was mighty! My eyes opened wide at the sight
of it. Rugged and rock solid. David was looking at him with
a touch of envy!
<br>
'Not fucked before, young man?' he asked.
<br>
William shook his head, his eyes never leaving the sight
of Arthur's cock splitting my hairy gash, dark labia
clutching the pistoning cock.
<br>
'In that case, get ready to lose your virginity.'
<br>
Arthur suddenly groaned with effort as he drooled his sperm
all over my clitoris and fanny lips. It trickled down the
vulva. And he hadn't split one drop of his wine!
<br>
William took his place with some urgency, aiming his large
cock roughly at the opening. 'Go on lad!' David
encouraged him.
<br>
The young man shoved his enormous stiff shaft between the
engorged lips, into the well-oiled gash. I cried out as
it stretched my fanny. But over-excitement triggered
the youth's orgasm as he reached the full depths of
my passage. He gave a wild cry as his cock flexed and emptied
deep inside me.
<br>
It was as if all this was happening to someone else. It was
so unreal. Only the feel of cock drilling in and out of me
was real. Exciting!
<br>
'Here! Let a real man get on the job.' William was
pushed on one side.
<br>
It was the manager, cigar gripped in the corner if his mouth.
His swarthy cock, with a sharp upwards bend, slid effortlessly
into me. It was certainly different. I was surprised at
how the feeling of the cocks varied as they ploughed me.
I was being fucked firmly, deliberately, with a full penetration
of the entire cock with each thrust.
<br>
The others stood round watching the event with no emotion,
other than a glint in the wine-soaked eyes. One of the other
girls was standing in the doorway, smiling. As Arthur watched,
he continued to sip his wine, and the manager to draw on his
cigar. It was surreal! I couldn't believe it was happening.
<br>
At last, the bent cock was withdrawn and pushed towards
my face. I was mesmerised as the eye dilated with a blob of
sperm, followed immediately by a powerful jet. It struck
my forehead. Six more followed as the cock jerked its load
over my nose, lips and chin, dribbling from it onto my breast.
He was certainly endowed with a generous quantity of sperm.
<br>
The men had been wiping their cocks, and now they pulled
up their trousers and sidled out of the office.
<br>
'Brandy anybody?' the manager called out as he
left the room.
<br>
I lay there, bruised and sperm soaked. I thought I was alone,
but crouched in the corner I saw Shula. She was the boss's
secretary. She was masturbating! A look of pain creased
her face as she juddered to an orgasm.
<br>
*****
<br>
Johnnie never spoke of the incident. He left me alone. But
I had found myself a new lover in David. Then, after David,
came another one. And another. I had several men; sometimes
two at the same time. I suppose I was searching for another
Johnnie. But there wasn't one. Of course, my husband
eventually found out. He caught me on the bed with one of
his counter staff after a party at home. He beat me up and
threw me out naked! With nothing at all! We divorced and
I married again some years later.
<br>
You see, Johnnie had taught me to enjoy sex and I just couldn't
do without it. What's more, he introduced me to the
enjoyment of dangerous sex and that's what I craved.
Not comfortable, boring sex. The thrill of the fear of discovery.
Exciting sex is what I needed. But of all the men I've
been with, no-one could match Johnnie's skill and
enthusiasm. It was never quite as exciting again. Not even
the gang bang.

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nice storydear keep it up

9/28/2005

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Nice story...that is exactly what secretaries are for...a
stopping place for hard cocks...I loved it

9/28/2005

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This story is HOT!! I'd love to participate in a gangbang.
It's one of my fantasies. Please keep writing stories,
you're very good at it. I would love to meet a woman like
you someday.

12/11/2006

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please write more as I was hard as hell reading that while
I did the g/f

12/11/2006

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i luv to lose my virginity in that way lol.

7/15/2007

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Great story!



9/4/2007

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Love your literary ability, I shot my keyboard, wish you many orgasms!!!

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