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Office Party Experience
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Office Party Experience Here's one it took me a long time to transcribe to paper. This craziness was just before Thanksgiving. So dirty but so depraved and fun! It was very out of character for me but it got me so hot that it makes me more likely to do this sort of thing (or let this sort of thing happen again). So, now I need to update you all about some crazy weird fun I had a couple of weeks ago. This is the Chick portion of this pair. I had to go to a work party at one of the executive’s houses where I work. I wasn’t crazy about going. I’m way younger than anybody else that was going to be there, but I couldn’t say no. These were my employers after all. I would have to spend the evening “chatting” with people from the company I work for and their husbands/wives etc. Not my idea of fun on a Friday night. I wanted to look professional but I figured I could probably have some fun in the process. Since I’m 23 (and you can see my pictures here) I get all kinds of looks from the male employees in my office. There are only about 10 females where I work and about 60 males. Of the 10 females, maybe 3-5 might be considered cute. (There is an older secretary [well, older than me, probably about 42, I’ll guess] named Diane that I wouldn’t mind licking from head to toe, but I know she’s married. I sort of flirt with her but I doubt she even realizes what I’m doing. Anyways back to the other night. To have some fun, I wore a fairly tight and short skirt. I also wore a white cashmere<b> sweater. </font></b>By coincidence, I had on the same panties you can see me wearing in the video on our profile. I did not wear a bra. As you can see from the video and pictures, I don’t exactly have a huge rack, but I do have very perky tits. On one other occasion I had worn this<b> sweater </font></b>to work. I loved the reaction I got from all the men in the office (a few of the women seemed to take notice too but it was hard for me to tell whether I was turning them on or whether they just considered me the office slut/exhibitionist). As I made my way around and spoke to different people, I noticed many of the male employees and even their wives taking a good look at me. That had the effect of getting me more excited. In turn, that made my nipples hard as rocks. Without a bra on, it was almost like I was walking around nude. My nipples poked at the cashmere so that everyone could see. Sometimes, that sort of thing embarrasses me. That night though, I felt daring and horny because I knew it was the only way to have fun at this little shin dig. So, I proudly worked my way around the room letting everyone there see my erect nipples poking at my cashmere<b> sweater. </font></b>The more people looked, the more turned on I felt. There was an open bar at the party and I was hitting the chardonnay pretty heavily just to make things more interesting. By about 10 O’clock, I was feeling very good and very horny. In my mind I was fantasizing about taking home one of the executives’ wives. Certainly, a few had taken notice of me. Wouldn’t it be fun to see one of those old guys at the office in the future with my secret knowledge that I had fucked his wife (or, more likely, that his wife had fucked me)? There were lots and lots of the executives at the company that were complimenting me on starting my new position and doing well etc. I knew none of them really gave a shit about that. They just wanted to stare at my erect nipples and casually hit on me hoping, I guess, for some sort of miracle where I would say, “Oh, thanks for the compliment Steve. I have enjoyed working here too. Now, will you please fuck me in the ass?” I didn’t mind. I’m pretty used to older guys trying their luck with me. Other than the , my partner on this profile, I’m just not too much into older guys. When I want one, the and I take care of business. I had no interest in expanding my horizons with any old guy at this office party. So, I wasn’t exactly being tempted by these idiots, although I was certainly enjoying putting my nipples on display and watching them jockey for position to talk to me or to get a better look at them. After a while, I excused myself to use the restroom. What I really wanted to do was see if could meet me at my house after this party was over and take care of my horny mind and body. Alternatively, I wanted to get in touch with one (or more) girls I know to do the same. I was on the phone with the in the small, 1st floor bathroom at this house. I was telling him how much I needed him to make the drive and fuck me tonight. He could not make the trip because he had lots to do in the morning but he promised me something special the next time he came to see me. I was disappointed but not surprised. I was scrolling through my phone looking for some other girls’ numbers when the door opened and a man walked into the bathroom. I was startled at first. I guess I had not locked the door. It seemed a bit odd to me that he didn’t act surprised after walking in on someone in the bathroom. He just said, “Hey, we met earlier right?” I could tell he was pretty hammered. Recognizing that he was some sort of relative “big shot” at the company (not employed at my location), I smiled and said, “yes sir.” He laughed and said, “Oh, we’re friends now. None of that ‘sir’ stuff. I’m John.” “Well then, hi John,” I said and extended my right hand to shake his. He reached out to reciprocate. His hand was gigantic. I felt like it covered all the area from my hand to my elbow. It didn’t seem to have registered on him at all that we were still in this little bathroom. ‘John’ was probably in his early 60’s. He had silver hair and was what I would call barrel chested. He was also at least 6’3”. He wasn’t gorgeous but I could tell that he at least took care of himself. Due to his size, space was very cramped in this little bathroom. I tried to kindly excuse myself and leave the bathroom. He stopped me though. He was looking at my<b> sweater. </font></b>(Actually, he was looking at my nipples poking at my sweater). He reached out to feel it and said, “is that cashmere?” As he did, his right hand lightly brushed the side of my left breast. It wasn’t terribly overt but it wasn’t a mistake either. That surprised me. I was looking at the door but it was on the other side of this huge guy and it was the only way out. I obviously couldn’t force my way past him so I tried to play along. I said, “yes, my boyfriend recently got this for me.” I was hoping that that kind of hint would not be lost on him and he would let me pass by him and leave the bathroom. I was wrong. John, just chuckled and said, “what a nice boyfriend you must have. Is he here?” I used the as my excuse since I don’t really have a boyfriend and explained that he couldn’t make it because of his work. He tilted his head back and said, “Ahhh. Well maybe he can make the next party.” That was cordial enough that I thought I could probably get past him now and get out of this bathroom. Wrong again. John took a big sip of his drink, whatever it was. It smelled like strong whiskey. At this moment I was basically in the corner of the bathroom with a wall behind me and a glass shower door to my right. John moved forward. He was maybe 2 feet away from me. His right hand reached out again and this time he firmly placed his huge palm on my left breast. My nipple was still erect and hard as a pebble. I was getting scared but more than anything, I was in a bit of shock. He took about another step and a half towards me. Now I was almost pinned in this corner. He then pressed his whole body against me, firmly planting me between his body, the shower door and the wall. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t consciously thinking about what was happening but the nipple under his palm was getting more erect which I didn’t think was possible. That sort of confused me. I wondered why my body was reacting positively without my conscious thoughts while, at the same time, my mind was recoiling from him a bit. He pressed his whole body against me harder. When he did, I could feel a hard cock pressed onto my stomach. I could feel the tip pressing into the underside of my right breast. I still was in shock and didn’t say a word. I was wondering though, “why are you letting him do this? “Scream, run.” But I did neither. Without any communication, he grabbed the bottom part of my<b> sweater </font></b>and yanked it over my head and off. He still didn’t say a word. Then his huge hands grabbed my shoulders and he turned me around so that I was facing the wall. Actually, it was more than “facing” the wall. His body pressed against my backside as he pinned me to the wall. Now I could feel his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He was grinding it against me. I still didn’t know what to do. I thought about screaming but I did not. In that moment, I could sense that my body was now grinding back against John. Next, he pushed me in the back hard. Now I was truly pinned against the wall and I couldn’t move in any direction. His body and his cock were pushing me into the wall. Without warning, the next thing I felt was John’s big hand reaching around my right leg, yanking up my skirt and grabbing my pussy through that same underwear you can see in the video. He didn’t reach around and caress my pussy, he grabbed it, squeezing hard. This made me involuntarily let out a yelp. I was not expecting any of this, let alone having this older man use my body like he was. Neither one of us had said a word still. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I was so wet, even before he began his attack on me, that two of his fingers slid into me to his knuckle. I could feel that stretch me. It wasn’t like when I play with my pussy. These hands and fingers were massive. At this point, I knew that whatever John was going to do to me, I would be powerless to stop it. I had been so turned on and I was clearly physically overpowered. I resigned myself to just keep quiet and let him defile me in the hopes that he would be done quickly and leave me alone in the bathroom where I could clean myself up and quietly slip out the door and go home. I know I could have screamed bloody murder and it all would stop but, obviously, some part of me “wanted” him to assault me like this. That surprised me. I went to this party with a mind to have some sexy fun but this was not at all what I was expecting. While his fingers were still in me, I could hear and sort of feel him fumbling with his zipper. I thought, “oh fuck. He’s about to fuck me.” I could tell he was reaching into his pants. I knew he must have pulled his cock free. For just a few seconds, I could feel him rubbing what I was pretty sure was his cock against my slit. I knew I was going to be fucked hardcore. I wondered how people (any people) would believe that I hadn’t consented to this given the fact that I practically paraded around the party showing off my nipples. Would anyone be able to tell that I had been soaking wet before these most recent developments? Then, I felt his cock withdraw from my slit. Although it was a bit of a surprise even to me, I let out a little moan when he did so. My mind seemed to be saying one thing, but my body was yearning for something. Next, he quickly grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around 180 degrees so that I was facing him, my nipples tilted upward as if to say hello. He noticed that and smiled. For some reason, that made me happy. “Why the fuck was I enjoying this molestation from this older man?” Neither one of us had uttered a word still. I must have looked like a depraved . My panties were pulled down around my knees, my skirt had been yanked up and was over my waist or stomach, and my pussy was dripping wet. He grabbed me by the shoulders again and forced me to my knees on the bathroom floor. I was still so fucking horny but I was scared. His cock was directly in front of my face now. I was shocked! This old guy was packing about 8”. It was probably the widest cock I had ever seen. Now I was glad that he hadn’t immediately fucked me or fucked me in the ass after he got my panties down around my knees. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. With my right hand, I grabbed this log. I wasn’t even close to being able to wrap my whole hand around it. I took the head into my mouth. The head, just by itself, seemed to fill my entire mouth. He had started something that I didn’t want but now I wanted to be the dirty slut that he apparently thought I was. This is not the kind of thing that I had EVER done before but now I resigned myself to taking his abuse. It was like another person was thinking and acting for me. He let me get used to it for just a few seconds, only giving me the chance to swirl my tongue around this tree trunk one time. Just as I was trying to get a grip on what was happening he placed both of his hands at the back of my head. He began to forcefully fuck my mouth with this enormous cock. I tried to take it all but it was so big. When it would hit the back of my throat I would gag. That did not discourage him. After a few minutes, he pressed his cock in deep and pushed his hips forward. All the while, he had his hand behind my head, pushing me into him. Without any warning, he came in me. He kept pressure on the back of my head the entire time, so in order to keep breathing I had to try to keep up with the cum he was depositing in my mouth. It truly felt like I swallowed a full cup of his cum. My mouth was full of it and it was spilling out on both sides and running down my face and chin. This was dirty but I had somehow accepted what was happening. It was as if I was a character in a play or something because it wasn’t the real “me” doing this. It’s very hard to explain. After I had swallowed all that I could he pulled his cock out. I gasped for air. When he did, a long, thick string of cum stuck to his cock and then fell across my chest. I thought this ordeal was finally over! I was wrong. He grabbed me again and shoved me down onto the bathroom floor. He then basically sat on my chest and kept fucking my mouth. He had just deposited more cum inside my mouth than I had ever experienced but his cock never deflated, or at least not much. He would occasionally reach behind himself and finger me. Every time he did so he would bring his fingers back up and place them in my mouth. He was feeding me my own pussy juice. I had definitely tasted other girl’s pussies before, but this was the first time I tasted mine. I didn’t dislike that but my whole head was swimming from alcohol and from the erotic and taboo things I was being “forced” to do. Still, I had a hard time believing what all was happening. It was so fucking kinky that it almost took me over the edge. After roughly the third time of doing this, without any warning, I felt another shot of his warm cum hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. He pulled out as another rope of cum splashed on my cheek and lips. I was still laying on the bathroom floor, my panties around my ankles now. My skirt was up almost to my tits. He sort of “squatted” over me, held his cock like a fire hose and shot rope after rope of cum all over my tits and stomach. It couldn’t have been as much as he had deposited inside of my mouth but it was still a massive load he was painting my body with. I started wishing that someone had taped it. I felt terribly dirty, depraved and embarrassed that I had just let this old guy use me as his personal cum bank. But, it was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever experienced and it did turn me on. He then spoke for the first time since he began molesting me. He said, “rub my cum all over your body with your hands.” Normally, I would think this too weird or kinky but, at this point, nothing was forbidden. I didn’t know where all of it could go. I looked down onto my stomach and placed my hand in the lake of cum. I just sort of held my hand on top of it. But, I also recognized that I had been told what to do. I began to move the cum around on my chest, on my pussy and all over my stomach. I even placed some in my asshole. My tits were glistening with a layer of cum. He didn’t say a word, he just watched me and slowly stroked his massive cock. I was fingering myself with cum drenched all over my hand and fingers when I came again. All of a sudden, after my orgasm(s) subsided, I quickly realized that I had lost track of the time and where we were. “Oh my God, I thought. I’ve been in this bathroom being defiled by a man I had never met, at an employee party, at one of the executives’ houses, and I’m lying on the bathroom floor, with cum dripping off me in some places and with it spread all over my tits and stomach. I had never felt more like a than I did then. I looked up at him in time to see him stuff that huge cock back into his pants, tuck his shirt back in and close the door behind him. He didn’t utter another word. He just left me laying on the bathroom floor, covered in cum and my clothes practically ripped off me. The ordeal was over. Part of me was relieved because who knows what he would have done next. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. But… another part of me was wondering why he hadn’t taken his baseball bat of a cock and stuffed it into my pussy. Now I was even thinking like the I had just imitated. I didn’t bother trying to clean myself up. There was no way to remove the half gallon of cum that covered me from my waist to my lips. I pulled my panties up. Put the white<b> sweater </font></b>back on, wiped the visible cum off of my face, walked out of the bathroom, and headed towards the exit quickly, trying not to draw attention to myself. Just as I was at the door, Rob, one of the cool guys I work with stopped me to introduce me to his wife, Christy. I thought about just bolting out the door, but that would look very rude, so I tried to act cordial and meet her. She had a strange look on her face and we just exchanged pleasantries before I was able to get out the door. When I got into the car, I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed that there was about a three inch long bit of cum on the right side of my neck. Clearly, Christy had seen that and that was why she acted a bit odd. Now I was certain to be named the “company .” I can’t wait to go back to work now! |
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love it and have lived something very close it love lov lov it
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I really enjoyed reading this story. I am left wondering though, how will your next encounter with the big guy go? Will it be awkward for you so you avoid him? Or will you be submissive to him and let him have his way with you? Again. I sure am hoping for the later.
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I could play the role of your boss and we can role play?????
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8/20/2020 7:50 am |
Absolutely phenomenal story. Thanks for the share
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