Office Girl Gets Fucked

My first job when I left the sixth form was working for an insurance company. I was an 18-year-old buxom blonde who had led a fairly sheltered life but wanted to change all that. A week after I got my A-level results, I packed my car with everything it would hold and moved into a bedsit. The next thing I did was register with a GP and get myself put on the pill. A week after that I found a job, and life was good.

Well, maybe not that good. I worked in a cavernous, windowless room buried in a huge glass-and-steel office building. Even the canteen was so far from the outside walls that there was no way to know what the weather was doing. In winter, the girls in my department told me, they came to work in the dark and went home in the dark. Unless you went out for lunch, you didn’t see the sun for five days at a time.

At least, as things turned out, I didn’t have to endure that. The work wasn’t difficult, but it was mind-numbingly boring. Some days were frantic, while some seemed to stretch on for ever. Overall, busy was the better of the two. The staff was almost exclusively female, and bored women can be quite bitchy, and it wasn’t unusual to go into the ladies’ and find someone crying over something someone else had said to her.

In those days, our company enforced a dress code. Women had to wear skirts or dresses, and men had to have a jacket and tie. That was good news if you were young, female and had nice legs. (Hav¬ing nice tits didn’t hurt, either.) Very short skirts were fashionable at the time, and the young filing clerks and secretaries had fun flashing our undies to horny salesmen and middle managers old enough to be our fathers.

One man ran slap into a door he didn’t see because he was so busy looking up my skirt while I was bent over at the water cooler getting a drink. I only wonder how many women suddenly found themselves expecting a baby because their husband got home in an over-excited mood at the end of the day.

The company discouraged ‘fraternisa¬tion’, as they called it. That meant you weren’t supposed to date people you worked with. Looking back, I can under¬stand why senior management thought they should be the morality police, and it didn’t have anything to do with morality. Office romances cost companies untold hundreds of thousands of pounds in lost productivity. But do you think we paid any attention to that stupid rule? More spunk than coffee gets spilled on office desks, I’ll tell you that for nothing!

Sometimes the men who weren’t mar¬ried (and some who were) would come down to records and flirt with the clerks working there. One in particular regarded us as his personal hunting ground. Andy was rather cute, and he wasn’t married, so we didn’t especially mind being the objects of his attention. In fact, some of the women who went out with him reported that he was pretty impressive in several departments.

One of my girlfriends filled me in on the extent of Andy’s endowment. ‘He has a big one, Grace whispered to me in the women’s rest room, ‘and he knows how to use it!’ We giggled, but I felt myself getting wet between my legs.

I wasn’t a virgin when I came to the big city. I had lost it after a party the Christmas before. I had gone to a party with Gary, who played for the college football team. We had enough alcohol at the party that on the way home we ended up parked in a quiet side street.

Somehow I ended up in the back seat of his father’s car with my skirt up round my waist, my panties down round my ankles, and Gary between my knees. He had got his cock far enough inside me that he was falling madly in love. Meanwhile, I was sure I was falling pregnant — not to mention the fact that Gary didn’t make any particular attempt to be gentle. And just before he came, he pulled out and squirted his spunk everywhere. Yuck! After that, I made him use a condom every time.

Grace had me convinced that bigger was better, and that ‘Handy Andy’ was about as big as they came. I had no idea how big ‘big’ was. My boyfriend back home seemed pretty big to me, and I hadn’t been with anybody else to compare. I hadn’t even seen pictures of any men naked.

All this made me a perfect target the day Andy came prowling. I was about to go to lunch when he came in with a list of files he wanted me to find for him before I went to eat. I was slightly miffed, but he was nice and offered to help me. As we worked, he complimented my hair, my clothes, how nice I was to work with, all the good things he had heard about me from other people. On and on.

Then he managed to be standing right behind me as I opened a file drawer and backed my bottom against his crotch.

‘Oh, sorry,’ he said, as his hands came round my waist and held me.
‘My fault,’ I said, as I pressed my hips back against his trousers.

His cock seemed to come to life. I felt the heat through the thin material of my dress and knickers, and it moved as it stiffened. I’m not sure how long we stood there pressing against each other before he began to rub against me.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this here,’ I said. ‘What if someone comes in?’
‘You’re right,’ he said as he reached round my chest to feel my breasts.
My nipple was distended and sensitive to his expert touch. I put my hand over his and pressed him into my soft flesh. I had forgotten about his other hand until I felt it come up under my short skirt and his finger slide along the sensitive skin between the edge of my knickers and my leg.

I gasped because at that moment I felt such a rush of sexual desire that I just wanted to have him inside me and I didn’t care who came in. My knees turned to water, and I sagged against him as I let out a guttural groan.

I turned round and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth as hard as I could. We opened our mouths, and our tongues danced. My short dress lifted up, exposing my white nylon knick¬ers. Andy slid his hands down my back until his big hands came to rest on my bottom and squeezed me hard. I was so wet, you could have mopped the floor with my underwear.

Andy led me to a desk in a corner of the room. First he peeled off my knickers. Then he had me sit on the desktop with my legs spread for him. He dropped his suit trousers to the floor and struggled to extract his cock from his boxer shorts.

‘Oh, my God!’ was all I could say when he finally had it out.
It was the first uncircumcised cock I had ever seen in my life. It was easily eight inches long and as thick as my wrist. Veins stood out along the length, and the head was starting to protrude from the skin like some kind of sea monster emerg¬ing from a cave. It bobbed and swayed between us like a supertanker in heavy seas. My boyfriend’s cocl looked like a toy by comparison.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ I just nodded. He moved between my legs, and I guided it to my slit, which seemed too small to accommodate anything so enormous. I moved the head up and down to part my lower lips. His skin felt so soft and good, covered with my natural wetness. I positioned it at the entrance to my vagina and guided it as he pushed the head into me. He pushed again, and another inch of his monumental manhood disappeared inside me.

Slowly, so I could get used to the size of him, Andy worked it in and out until I was taking all of it in my wet love tunnel. I was fascinated watching it slide out and then back in until his balls were bouncing on my bumhole.

‘I can feel you all the way inside me!’ I said.
I had never felt anything like it before. Andy filled me completely, stretching my pussy further than it had ever been stretched before, and the delicious friction of our fucking was pushing me toward the most fabulous orgasm of my young life. I lay back, and he picked up the rhythm, playing with my breasts and working the nipples as he pumped in me.

‘Oh, yes! Fuck me!’ I said between clenched teeth, trying to prolong the time before orgasm shot through me. ‘God, it feels so good!’

I closed my eyes, and the world explod¬ed. My insides clutched Andy’s shaft tightly, trying to wring it back into me. My back arched, and I shoved hard against him, trying to fill myself with everything he had. Then he shuddered, and his organ seemed to swell even more. I felt it pulse as he squirted his hot spunk in me.

Andy lay on top of me as his breathing returned to normal. His cock softened and slipped out. Grace was right, I thought in the afterglow, as drops of come ran down my crack. Bigger is better.

‘Are you two having fun?’ It was the sarcastic voice of Mrs Adams, my supervisor.
We were caught. It was a scandal. Needless to say, we were fired on the spot. We were the talk of the company, probably for weeks. I have to admit, I was very upset at the time. But in the long run, things worked out, as they sometimes do in life.

Instead of looking for another dead-end job, I enrolled at a university in the city. I got a student loan and a part-time job as a waitress. I gave up my bedsit and moved into a student house, where I met Sarah, from Glasgow, who introduced me to the world of the written word and to a kind of love only two women can share. But that is another story.