It began one day at a little place I used to work at, just after I
had gotten into the computer consulting business. It was a small
shop with about ten people that did typical office work, mostly
typing. A woman named Margaret managed it for a guy who let her
run things pretty much however she wanted as long as she kept
costs to a minimum. That meant hiring mostly young girls, whom
she could pay peanuts, to crank out the paperwork along with a
couple of men to do the real work - like operating and maintaining
the computers.
I had increased the efficiency of the place tenfold by installing
a microcomputer network to handle their word-processing chores. I
set 'em up with a 386 clone and a 100 meg hard disk as the server
running the ever-popular N network with about half a dozen XTs as
stations. Margaret was both thrilled and thankful for my effort.
After the installation of the hard and soft wares I was called
back only for repairs, program updating and new employee training.
The girls were very computer illiterate, as most women are, and I
really had my hands full training them. I could almost hear their
disk heads grinding against the platters every time one of them
began randomly pushing keys in panic.
Still, due to my expertise, Margaret had a nice, tight little
operation going. Two girls, Lisa and Linda, laboured full-time and
her two daughters, Diane and Daphne, worked part-time. There was
also one full-time male computer operator, Jeff. And that was it.
I went on consulting status and Margaret was able to save money by
using me only when she needed support, which was on a fairly
spotty basis, but pretty often. I still don't know whether to
thank God or Satan that she needed me that day. Maybe I should
thank them both.
Here is a brief description of the employees.
LISA - Nineteen years old, just out of high school and with no
intention of going any further, she was the stuff of men's dreams.
She stood 5'4" and weighed in at around 120 pounds; a little on
the fleshy side, but in all the right places. Her hair was brown
and wavy and fell to the middle of her back which arched down to
one of those butts a man would give anything to squeeze; a long,
deep crack between round, bulging white globes that stuck way out
and jiggled slightly when she walked. A pouty little mouth was
planted in the middle of her rosy, apple-cheeked face. Her plump
lips were painted a deep, wet shade of red and she wore
rose-tinted glasses over deep-brown doe eyes. Topping this off
was a pair of 48EEE tits with nipples that were, unbelievably,
half an inch across and poked out about the same length from her
tight sweaters when they were hard. A generous layer of baby fat
still cushioned her low-slung hips. Jutting out from a nicely
padded middle, they flanked a soft, round, slightly-raised little
belly. In other words a sweet, young, juicy, wet-dream put on
this earth for only one reason - Man's pleasure.
DAPHNE - The manager's older daughter. Also nineteen, she was
more like the girl next door, but with some important differences.
She stood maybe an inch or two taller than Lisa and was skinnier,
almost thin. Her short, curly brown hair framed one of those cute
little cheerleader-type faces in the middle of which was planted a
set of full, wide lips. All of her weight seemed to have gone
straight to her tits and ass because they sure jutted out nicely
in both directions from that thin frame; bottom heavy and top
heavy at the same time, if you know what I mean. Her tits were
the kind that are full and heavy on the bottom and sort of slope
down from the top; real hangers. She always wore these hanging
blouses with no bra and her sloping tits made them hang way out in
front of her. I could see right through to her big, spongy
nipples. Her ass was the real treasure, though. I had seen this
kind on only one or two other girls in many years of watching and
I doubt that many of you will know what I'm talking about when I
describe it because it is so rare. It starts lower down on the
back than on most women and builds downward and out toward the
rear into huge, meaty cheeks that seem to blend right into the
legs and end just above the knee. It was as if her upper legs
were one huge pair of ass sponges. (You see, I said you wouldn't
know what I was talking about, but I hope you can picture it now).
If Lisa was a wet dream, Daphne was a deliciously gross fantasy.
She seemed kind of innocent, but I sensed something else lying
underneath all of that.
LINDA - Linda was the one girl who didn't seem to fit in with the
others at this place. First, she looked quite a bit older than
the other girls although she was actually only twenty. And
second, she was built differently. She was the tallest one in the
place at 5'9" or 5'10"; an inch or two taller than me and she was
big; maybe 180 or 190 pounds. She was definitely approaching fat,
but I would describe her more as chunky and fully packed. Big,
bulging legs anchored a rotund upper body from which hung two
beefy arms. Her rump cheeks were wide and fat and rode high up on
her hips. For a big girl her tits weren't anything to speak of,
actually just a pretty nice medium set. She had some acne on a
round face from which hung straight, short, very blond hair. Her
clothes were different too. While all the other girls in the
office usually wore some sort of blouse and skirt, Linda was
always in tight jeans and t-shirts. But the thing that really got
me was the look on her face. Not when she was with the other
girls, who she seemed to get along with, but when she was alone.
I'll never forget that blank, almost obscene stare.
MARGARET - The manager. She was about 38 years old with fiery
orange-red hair like her daughter Diane. Although I could see she
was starting to go downhill, she was still in pretty good shape
for her age. She must have worked out some because there wasn't
an ounce of fat on her angular torso and her pretty face was still
tight and smooth. But all that exercise had pulled everything in
hard and tight. There were no soft woman parts hanging out.
Small ass, small chest, hard mouth. It just wasn't for me. I
prefer the young, fleshy bulging stuff I saw on the other girls.
But I liked Margaret and had many good talks with her. She seemed
like your typical middle-aged housewife; a little on the naive
side, but nice.
JEFF - The only full-time male employee, Jeff was about the same
age as the others. He was on the skinny side, about medium height
and already going slightly bald at his young age. He seemed not
to take the slightest interest in any of the girls, except maybe
Margaret's eighteen year old daughter Diane, being more into his
work than anything else. He seemed to me like any ordinary
american teenager approaching manhood and I got along well with
him.
DIANE - Diane was the manager's younger daughter who I had seen
Jeff gazing at and I didn't blame him. She was something to stare
at. Bright red hair like her mother's swirled down around her
freckled face. It wasn't dyed red either and it was exciting to
think that all her other hair was the same colour. Hot pants-pink
lipstick coated her protruding young lips. She had just turned
eighteen and was barely into womanhood, but one could see that she
was developing fast. She had the same height as Daphne, but
wasn't quite as big up front. Her budding little tits were like
creamy cupcakes with ripe cherries stuck on top. The saliva
pumped into my mouth at thought of licking them and also feeling
her little butt, which was still forming. It hadn't quite plumped
out yet, but the parts by the crack were sticking way out. It
made me want to cup one mound in each hand, my fingers meeting in
that deep slot, and squeeze. She was a little tease, too young
and innocent to know what she was doing to me (and Jeff).
THE BOSS - I had never met the guy who owned the place, Gene was
his name, but I heard he was in his early forties and sometimes
paid a visit to his offices. I looked forward to meeting him
someday.
ME - I'll be your narrator for what happened on that incredible
day; your eyes, ears, hands and any other thing you can imagine.
Call me... Roy. Although I'm no great writer, I hope I can
describe it well enough to allow you to become part of the action.
For that to work you are going to have to believe and imagine that
you were there. It won't work if you just read the words. I want
you to take my place that day and imagine some women you know (or
would like to know) being there too, taking the place of Lisa,
Daphne and Diane. Although it happened years ago, it still burns
in my memory and, if your imagination can put you and your women
into the action, I believe it will burn in yours too.
That day started out like any other. Margaret had called me in to
fix some equipment that the girls had wrecked for the umpteenth
time. I was getting kind of bored with the routine, but I was
more than glad to go in and get another drooling look at those
girls. I couldn't believe that hot young stuff like this really
existed, let alone that I was close enough to touch them. But
they did exist. And although I hadn't done anything, I didn't
know how long I could hold out before I tried something for real.
As soon as I walked in the door I knew this wasn't going to end up
like any ordinary day. First, Margaret tells me that the boss is
coming in for his first visit to our office and then I see Lisa
standing in the main room with her back to me talking with Daphne.
It was winter but all she wore was a micro mini-skirt that barely
covered the bottom of her butt. Her tight thighs strained at the
sheer material of the red pantyhose that covered her legs as she
turned to say hello to me. I almost dropped my toolbox when I saw
her from the front. She had on a tight red sweater that was
bulging full of her heavy tits like I had never seen them before.
They jiggled slightly just from her turning and her nipples were
so hard and big that I could see the little bumps standing out on
them, even through the heavy material of the sweater.
As she turned around again to resume her talk I started walking
toward them to go into the computer room, my penis stiffening as I
walked. I had to kind of squeeze behind Lisa to get by. I looked
down and her butt mounds were bulging out so far that I couldn't
even see the floor. The sight was too much for me and as I went
by, without caring if I got caught, I pushed my free hand up under
the mini-skirt and squeezed one buttock, even forcing my thumb a
little way into the crack. The tights gave way as her ripe butt
flesh squished between my fingers and the place where my thumb
pushed the nylon into her crack felt hot and slippery. I gave her
cheek one more squeeze and moved on quickly, sweating a little at
what I had just gotten away with. How could anything so wrong
feel so right!
Lisa must have sensed that I was right behind her because, luckily
for me, she didn't even move when I felt her. She could have
screamed or jumped or turned me in to the others, but she just
went on talking to Daphne like nothing had happened.
Needless to say, I was very relieved. "The little bitch probably
thought she was doing an old man a big favour by giving me that
feel", I thought. But it was sure worth the risk and I was hard
as a rock as I went into the other room. I sure didn't feel like
working on some machine, but what else could I do. Besides, I
wanted to stick around as long as possible and maybe get another
grab later on.
I was still carrying Lisa's ass grease on my thumb as I entered
the other room, my body heat keeping it just as warm and oily
as when it was inside her. I began to picture her walking by me,
those full, jiggling cheeks slipping and sliding against each
other, lubricated by the stuff in the crack and I could barely
stand it. I bent my nose down to my thumb and sniffed. To my
surprise it didn't smell bad at all; kind of musky and perfumed.
If we were alone, I would have gone back out and butt fucked her
on the spot, but I couldn't with all those people around, so I did
the only thing I could think of to cool down until I could make my
move. Licking the oil from my thumb, I went to work.
Besides the usual full-timers, Diane, Daphne and myself also
happened to be working that day. Linda was wearing her usual
heavy denim jeans with t-shirt and was doing some reports in the
back. Jeff sat at his usual station at the desk in the equipment
room. Daphne had come dressed in jeans also; the soft, faded
blue-denim material grossly stretched out in the rear by her
bulging behind. And she had on that loose blouse again, hanging
way out over her melons. Her nipple stalks were long and stiff
due to the cold; so hard that she seemed to be in a little pain as
I watched her talk to Lisa. The sight made my mouth drool a
little as I walked by.
Diane stood in the report room next to Linda. She had on one of
those clinging, tight one-piece sweater-dress affairs that young
stuff like her shouldn't wear. The way it moulded itself around
her showed off all of her young sex parts as if she were naked.
Her apple tits grew straight out from her ribcage, the little
nipples riding high up on them and her tight buns with the jutting
half-moons were snugly moulded by the soft, fuzzy cotton cloth. It
had even tightened its way in between her legs in front so that I
could clearly see the raised ridges of her rounded little pube
sausages. I imagined that peach-sized twat softly filling my
hand; my middle finger sliding into her slot like a hotdog in a
bun. "Margaret shouldn't let her dress like this in public", I
thought, but I wasn't about to complain.
As I began going through the motions with the repair, I spotted
Daphne entering the equipment room. I was sitting on the floor,
pretty well hidden behind an equipment rack by the small table and
I gazed hungrily at her as she walked by; her ass cheeks jiggling
violently under the thin denim of her jeans. Jeff didn't even
look at her, but I sure did as she grabbed her big rumps to adjust
the panties which had ridden up deep into her crack. Her hands
nearly disappeared as they sunk into her soft, buttery butt flesh.
She rubbed and pulled the panties through the jeans until she had
them properly stretched back over her basketballs and then
wriggled over to the table.
I had long since given up working and I gaped up with my mouth
wide open as she stood right over me at the table. Bending at the
waist, appearing to read some paper, she gave me a wide open view
of her bare tits through the bottom of the open, hanging blouse.
She must not have even know I was there because, after looking
around to be sure no one else was in there, she slid her hands up
under her blouse and hefted one of her big melons in each hand.
Squeezing and rubbing, the white breast flesh bulging out between
her fingers, Daphne's mouth opened and she let out a low guttural
grunt. "I knew there was something different about this girl", I
thought as my left hand began to stroke my thickening dick through
my pants. As I gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Daphne
moved her index fingers up and began rubbing her plump nipple
sacks until they began to pucker and wrinkle. Another series of
soft moans were forced from her lips as her nipples began
stiffening outward by themselves like little cock shafts.
I picked up the pace of my jacking, not caring if she heard me or
not at that point, when I saw her begin to rub and pinch those
light-brown puckered nipples. Grunting and groaning freely now,
but only loud enough for me to hear, Daphne began to quiver and
shake slightly. I didn't think it was possible, but it looked like
she was going to come just from fondling her tits and nipples! I
felt my balls start to tighten and a trickle of pre-cum stain my
shorts in anticipation as I watched Daphne continue to
self-pleasure her tits.
We were both working furiously now. With thumb and forefinger
Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff
little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their
normal size and began flushing to a dull purple colour. They
stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them
anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.
They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis
sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could
of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and
started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and
forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of
her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside
the tight, translucent outer skin.
Although she was pumping at lightening speed now, I could see that
her hands were working in unison, both sliding in and out at the
same time over her jugs and nipples. Her back was forced into an
arch and with each stroke her whole upper body and neck jerked
forward not three feet away from my awestruck face. I looked up
into her mouth which was held stretched open in a silent scream as
she jerked off her tits.
Her nostrils flared out and her face flushed a dull, blood red.
She had gotten some lubrication from a liquid that began seeping
out of her nipple holes and her hands became a slippery, sliding
blur as Daphne's tit climax overtook her. Even as her her body
became paralyzed in orgasm her hands continued to work. As I
stared in shock, her nipples came and began spurting their tit
cream out in gushes, each stroke of her hands squeezing out a
long, steady stream of milky cum-juice from each tit. At that
moment I also exploded, filling my pants with more cum than I had
every shot before, but it was no match for the waterfall flowing
from Daphne's pumping boobs.
As if they had a life of their own, they continued to pump out
streams of tit-jism, gradually emptying their swollen sacs, while
Daphne stood frozen like a statue in the grip of her orgasm.
The only other movement came from her throat which was spasming up
and down trying to force air into her lungs, but even her
breathing had ceased. Her bulging, staring eyes and grossly
distorted, open mouth showed me the terror inside of her; knowing
she was running out of oxygen, out of life itself and yet also
knowing she was powerless to voluntarily move a muscle.
Her horror increased as she watched her hands continue on their
own to squeeze out more and more; her tits beginning to wobble
again after emptying out some of the pressure. They must have
pumped it out for 30 or 40 seconds! Her fingers were so
completely covered with the slime that each stroke filled the room
with slippery, squelching, slurping noises. Most of the stuff
landed on the tabletop, but much of it streamed down onto my face
and clothes. I opened my mouth and tongue to it, drinking in the
sweet white syrup even as my prick was pouring out its own juice
into my lap.
As she began to come down I thought to myself, "No one has ever
seen what you just have and nobody is ever likely to see it again.
And who would believe it, if I told them!". Choking, gurgling
noises woke me out of my stupor as I looked up at Daphne. Gentle
spasms racked her body from head to toe, like she was shivering in
the cold, as the last of the cream oozed from her nipples. It
covered her tits, which had come down to their normal size and
colour. Gooey, white masses of it hung and dripped from her
fingers and nipples, which she still had hold of. She gave one
last shudder and appeared to come out of her trance, staring at
her chest as if not knowing what she had done.
Somewhat ashamedly, she began to clean herself off (the bathroom
wasn't in this room). Using her fingers, she scooped up the still
warm, thickening cream off of her breasts in several loads,
licking and sucking it into her mouth each time and swallowing it
down. Her smacking lips made delicious squishing noises as she
tried to swallow and clean the voluminous white goo off her
tongue. It had become thick enough that I could see her gagging a
little as her throat muscles worked hard to move each lump of the
stuff down. She finished the job off by lifting each breast up to
her mouth, suckling her fat nipples and licking the jelly clean.
She looked around, red-faced with embarrassment and, seeing that
no one was around, began to go back out to work in the main
office.
Watching Daphne lick and clean herself off, I felt my dick begin
rising again out of the cold puddle of cum that had accumulated in
my pants. I couldn't believe I could get hard again that fast,
but she was that hot of a show. I had begun lazily stroking my
slimy pole again when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted
Linda's large form moving into the room. Daphne must have spotted
her too because she immediately let go of her boobs and tried to
make a dash for the exit. She had a frightened look on her face
that I couldn't quite figure out as she tried to fly past Linda.
Even Jeff turned his head to look at this. He crawled down next
to me behind the table and whispered "Don't say anything and don't
try to stop her. Just watch and you'll get the show of your
life". After what I had just seen I couldn't figure out what he
meant, but I watched and waited in anticipation.
Daphne's breasts were bouncing violently as she ran for the door,
blouse flying up over her head. She had almost made it when Linda
side-stepped neatly, grabbed one of Daphne's melons in mid-air
with both hands and used it to yank her back into the room. In
the same motion the door was quietly flicked shut by an
outstretched foot.
I wondered how she could get away with this with nobody in the
other rooms hearing, when in a flash Linda whipped a wad of cloth
about the size of a rolled up pair of gym socks out her pants
pocket and stuffed it forcefully into Daphne's wide open mouth,
shutting off the scream that was forming there. Daphne's cheeks
began to puff outward as Linda used her fingers to push in more
and more of the wad. Daphne's lips, which had been kept painfully
stretched open while Linda was pushing the socks in, collapsed
around it after the whole thing had been forced in.
The bulge immediately began soaking up her saliva and swelled up,
completely filling Daphne's mouth and throat; allowing only the
tiniest opening in back to breathe. She could just get enough air
in through her nose to keep herself alive if she concentrated on
that; never mind trying to spit out the ugly plug. Her mouth was
stuffed good and solid. A couple of times, when her concentration
slipped, I could hear her hacking up phlegm as the moist wool
tickled her throat and the gag reflex took over. I'm sure she was
trying to scream, but only soft animal grunts got past the wet
ball. Her lips couldn't completely close over it, it was so
swollen in her mouth by now.
"Jesus Christ!", I thought, "Linda must have come prepared for
this. There's no other reason for carrying such a thing in her
pocket. She must have done this before!".
Linda pulled her inside using the tit for a handle. Daphne
stopped dead in her tracks as her boob stretched tight in the
two-fisted grip. She had no other choice than to follow along or
have it yanked right out of the socket! I wanted to help her, but
I sensed that this was a ritual that had been performed before and
that I should mind my own business. Besides, I was still pretty
worked up from before and this show was making me hard again
despite the brutality. In spite of my conscience I found my hand
pulling a little faster now at the sight of Daphne's mouth bulging
with that gag.
She tried to fight back, but it was no use. Besides having to use
most of her effort just to keep breathing, Daphne was no match for
Linda's bulk. Releasing one hand, Linda used the tit for leverage
as she moved in from behind, twisting her victim around and
forcing her to bend over the table by planting a foot in the back
of Daphne's knees. Jeff and I could now look up into Daphne's
tear-streaked face. She was sobbing openly; whimpering and
trembling from the pain and humiliation that Linda was putting on
her. I felt sorry for her, but I was excited at the same time. I
unzipped my pants and released my stiffness into to my pumping
fist as Jeff and I watched Linda take complete control.
Her big belly pressed against those luscious butt cheeks pinning
Daphne's waist against the table, chunky legs spread wide around
Daphne's, clamping them together tightly at the knee. There was
no movement possible from the waist down. I could see that
Linda's tongue had flopped out between her lips and some saliva
had started dribbling down her chin. Her dull eyes were fixed
with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the
blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne's
wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back,
bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near
the neck. A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne's face as she
realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a
surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and
twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she
tied the wrists together tightly in back.
I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet
below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own
blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other
end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in
back of her neck. Trying to move her arms brought instant choking
from the collar and any movement of the head, except to stretch it
backwards, pulled painfully on arms already bent to the breaking
point. My breathing started coming in gasps as I kept up a
steady, rapid jacking with my fist, the other hand massaging my
contracting balls. Linda had her tamed and didn't appear to be in
any hurry. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
In her right fist Linda grabbed both of daphne's slim wrists at
the point they were tied and wrapped her fingers up around the
blouse-rope going to the neck. It was ingenious and evil at the
same time. Just using the one hand to pull on the rope and
wrists, Linda could force Daphne's upper body into any position
she wanted by various combinations of neck chokes and shoulder
pain. For now she kept her bent over about halfway down to the
table; tits, still shiny wet from her earlier licking, hanging
down heavily; dull white cloth swelling out of the O formed by her
partially closed lips.
With her free left hand Linda began unbuttoning Daphne's jeans.
The whimpering stopped and a new look came over Daphne's face as
she struggled to no avail against Linda's invading fingers. It
was no use. The blouse harness was working perfectly and the
other girl's big tree trunk legs had hers locked tightly below.
The tears started flowing again as Daphne realized the
helplessness of her position.
Linda had deftly worked Daphne's fly open and, with one swipe of
her huge hand, ripped the jeans down to her knees. Daphne's huge,
pantied, jiggly behinds spilled out all over the place. They
sprung back up hard, as the jean cloth released them, as if
attached to springs at the back of her waist. They ballooned back
down again, the bottom ends of the humps actually bulging below
her knees on their way down, before springing back up again. They
were like those slinky toys I used play with as a kid.
Boinga...Boinga....Boinga.... They had gotten out of sync on the
release, one fleshy mound on the way down bulging past the other
one on the way up; one agitating the other into more violent
jiggling each time they slid past each other. We all stared
mesmerized as they bounced up and down, slowing down a little on
each pass, until they finally rumbled to halt after a full ten
seconds.
Daphne's pants must have been holding her buttocks in a little
because they were larger than anything I had imagined when staring
at them through the jean cloth. They WERE the size of basketballs
at the bottom. They were encased in sheer, stretchy pink panties
that were normal in front; snugly stretched over her brown,
well-padded twat; but the pouch in back was the size of a grocery
bag! The upper half of the thick cylinders were plumped out with
flesh that jiggled at the slightest touch all the way up the thick
slope to her waist. There was no space between her upper legs;
only one long ass crack that looked a little raw from the sliding
friction when Linda had released them.
Linda now had those buttocks out in the air exposed to herself. A
little life even came into her dull, half-exposed eyes for a
moment as she looked down at them sagging and straining that huge,
pink panty-sack to the breaking point. As I continued to pump
myself, Linda sunk her hand into one butt cheek and began to work
on it through the panties. Kneading and massaging, her strong fat
fingers repeatedly clenched closed, squishing Daphne's panties and
flesh out between them, and then released; butt jello jiggling
back into place. Daphne's look had changed again. It wasn't
anything near pleasure, but I could tell that Linda's fondling
hand was forcing her to heat up in spite of herself.
Tightening her strain on Daphne's tether, Linda forced her to bend
farther over the table. With her butt hand she grabbed the
elastic band of one leg of the large panties and pulled it back
about six inches, bringing it out and over the cheek. When she
let go, it snapped back into Daphne like a firecracker going off;
sending her rubbery ass wobbling up and down the length of her.
Despite her gag-stuffed mouth Daphne let out a loud muffled cry as
the panties snapped back in the middle of her rump exposing the
bottom of one cheek to the air. Linda repeated the process on the
other side, this time pulling the panty-leg back a foot. Another,
louder groan poured from Daphne's gag.
Both of Daphne's behinds were now exposed at the bottom, showing
the whole bottom half of each white, fleshy mound; the rest of her
bottom still tightly filling the underpants. Linda's hand found
the now slack bottoms of the panty-bag where they had been pulled
up. Twisting them like she had done to the blouse, she formed
about a six inch length of thick, rope-like panty material.
Forcing it under the taut upper half of Daphne's underpants, Linda
pushed it deep into the crack. The full six inches sunk in
without even reaching Daphne's butthole, but Linda didn't care
about that. She must have known from before that Daphne's ass
crack was as sensitive as the hole itself and began driving the
thick rod of pink material in and out with her hand. Somehow she
knew how to twist it so it was as hard a man's cock because it
went in and out of Daphne's ass slot with ease.
Holding it in her fist by the end attached to the rest of Daphne's
panties, Linda stretched the end around until it looked like it
was a cock growing out of her groin, her hand on the base. She
began a slow grinding with her wide, chunky hips; matching the
rhythm of the panty-cock as it slid in and out of Daphne,
butt-fucking her ass-crack like a man would. All the while,
Daphne was kept bent far over the table with the neck and arm
brace. She was breathing faster now, nostrils flaring in and out
with the effort; a muffled stream of moans and groans pouring from
the gag. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was going to get off
being force-fucked in the rear end by another girl with a dildo
made from part of her own panties, half of which she was still
wearing! She began jerking her hips backward to meet Linda's
inward thrusts and her tits began to swell again without any help
from her hands this time; erect nipples already a hard deep brown.
I had nearly forgotten about my own dick. My hand had been
jerking like crazy for the past few minutes and my cock was
straining to blast, painfully hard in my hand. But I couldn't let
myself go yet. Linda was picking up the pace and I wanted to be
around for the finish.
Planting one of her big shoes, Linda forced Daphne to bend in at
the knees. Her rump jutted out farther, giving Linda an even
better angle. Her powerful hips began snapping it in. The pink
rod had actually become thicker and harder, soaking up the oily
secretions from Daphne's asshole which were lubricating her butt.
Whipping her thrusting hips savagely, Linda let go of the dildo
and leash, the twitching Daphne no longer needing to be
controlled, and rammed her hands down the front of the panties.
Through the sheer material I saw Linda's hands go down on Daphne's
mound. Cupping it from the top in one palm, she parted the
engorged brick-red outer lips with two fingers and split the gushy
inner cunt lips in two with three fingers of her other hand.
Daphne nearly jumped out of her skin as Linda's fingers went to
work inside of her, but somehow she managed to maintain her
position. She continued to hold her upper body over the table,
bending at the waist, her face grossly stretched out toward the
front by the tight blouse-choker fastened to her wrists in back.
Her tits had tightened themselves again into dull purple sausages;
the nipples already beginning to leak fluid. I don't know how she
did it. Maybe she was already beginning to feel the paralysis
that was coming.
Linda was still fucking her butt hard from the rear without
holding on at all. The straps of panty material attached to the
part still on Daphne's upper ass were holding the thick, greasy
panty-rope inside. Every backward thrust of her ass cheeks forced
it out of the slot and every forward crack of Linda's hips drove
it back in, in the process forcing Daphne's cunt forward to
self-fuck on her fat fingers. A heavy slapping rhythm filled the
room from Linda's big, lardy stomach slamming into Daphne's
jiggling jelly buns.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whump! Blat! Blat! Blat! Whomp! Whack! Whack!
I was getting off on those sounds alone!
Linda's three fingers were a flickering, tickling windmill inside
Daphne's vagina causing her to sling her butt-bags with even
greater fury onto Linda's pumping dildo. They were banging so
hard and fast that Daphne's butt-grease began turning into a hot,
tan foam that began bubbling out from under the remains of her
panties. Linda suddenly jerked up on the swollen mons in her hand
and Daphne's grey pre-cum juice flooded onto it. I now heard
slicking noises from the foamy dildo in back and slurping
sounds from the sliding hand in front intermixed with the
butt-slapping and Daphne's groaning. It was too much for me!
I knew she was about to orgasm like never before! I couldn't miss
it!
Without thinking I hopped up onto the table. I got onto my knees
in front of Daphne's flushed, upturned, straining face; still
pumping my stiff, red tool wildly in my hand. Linda didn't even
seem to know I was there! She was too focused on her increasing
fuck-rhythm into Daphne to notice. I thought I saw just a flicker
of obscene approval for what I was doing and then it was back to
the stare. Daphne's eyes bulged wide open, however, when she saw
me. Her eyes seemed to cry out to me, "You were hiding in here
all along?! Th..th..then you saw what I did to myself? How could
you !!!!!". I felt like a real heel at that point, but the heat
deep in my testicles made me realize that I couldn't help myself
no matter what. Her outraged eyes melted into orgasmic horror as
the thrusting instruments in her vagina and buttocks began slowly
pushing her over the edge and I made my next move.
I found myself looking at her shiny tight breasts, almost black
with colour now, protruding eight inches straight out from under her
armpits and her arms tied tight behind her up straining, choked
neck and I knew I had to grasp those eggplants in my hands and
jerk them off like she had done to herself. Latching on to them
from underneath, I could only get my fingers about halfway around
the bottom half of her hard, swollen, deep-purple bosoms.
My palms began working back and forth on the underside of her
jugs. They were hard, but springy on the outside and they gave in
a little to my gripping pressure. I stroked harder and the outer
skin began to move back and forth with my hands, like the sliding
foreskin on a man's prick. But the inner, blood-tight tubes were
distended hard. As I moved the skin back and forth I could feel
them growing in there, even longer and more erect. The juice from
her nipples mixed into my fingers causing my palms to slip and
slide. White foam began coating my hands as her inner tits
pulsated like dicks about to come. Splacking sounds from my foamy
hands now reeled my senses as I slid them faster and faster over
Daphne's turgid balloons.
Linda was still pumping like a machine into her slippery behind,
not letting up, maintaining a constant driving fuck. Daphne's
body began stiffening. I knew it was beginning for her and my
balls twitched in anticipation of her release, when I spied my
still rock-hard penis straining into thin air. My hands weren't
about to loose their jerking grip on Daphne's slithering boobs.
My eyes were darting around desperately for a way when they landed
on her puffy, blushing cheeks and the sopping wad protruding from
her round, semi-open lips.
Even with her body partially frozen in semi-orgasm she saw where
my wild eyes were staring and what I was about to do to her.
Could I actually do it? Her panic-stricken eyes and bound neck
were shaking "No..No..Please God No!". After what I had seen that
day and in my current state it took me about 2 seconds to decide.
Her eyes lit up in agonizing, complete surrender as I moved up on
her and pushed my thick member into her sopping, cloth-stuffed O
just as Daphne's climax paralyzed her completely.
Her accumulated saliva drooled out all over her glistening,
stretched lips as I jerked my cock into her mouth as hard as I
could. With Daphne's head now frozen in her horror filled
cum-stare, she was unable to move at all. I pushed three-quarters
of my 6 inches in against the soft, sucking wad of cloth. It
stretched her spit-covered lips wider apart on the way in. Her
inner organs were still working, though. My cock pushed the gag
ahead of it, as I forced myself in, mashing the whole sticky ball
against the back of her throat, an inch-wide plug filling her
windpipe completely. Her body remained still, but a deep rumble
emitted from her blocked throat. Sickening, puking sounds came
out as her involuntary throat muscles tried to dry-heave the
blocking wad out of there.
Oblivious to any of this, I began to fuck her mouth, the oozing
cloth gag sucking and grabbing at my prick like moist cuntlips.
Relief came for her only when I withdrew for the next stroke. She
had only a split second to suck in a sip of air through her nose
before the gag was again forced down into her throat by my next
pumping thrust. Gut-wrenching dry-pukes heaved up from deep
inside her belly as she fought to keep breathing. I didn't care
at that point. I could feel the hot semen gushing up my shaft
like a geyser as I rammed her gag-stuffed mouth.
Linda, still humping her ass relentlessly, whipped her fingers out
of Daphne's swollen, sloshy pubes and rapidly grabbed at the end
of her pumping cock-rope. She stepped back an inch and splurged
her fist deep into Daphne's ass crack, her whole hand and half of
her fat forearm disappearing between the billowing cheeks. I
could see the lump of her fist moving around under there, rippling
out one cheek and then the other. At last she found the dark,
oily inner hole she had been seeking and jammed the whole greasy
rope into Daphne's anus with one stroke. Just as I began to
spurt, Daphne blew like a volcano.
Cream began spewing out of her tits again as the pistons inside
pushed it from her nipple holes in streams. It covered my hands,
which were still jerking, and ran down my arms, burning on the way
down like a lava flow. Linda was massaging her mons when a bucket
of sex juice flooded out of her inner sex, covering Linda's hand
completely and pouring into the panty-bag until it began to look
like a pink, bulging water balloon. At the same time I flooded
the gag inside her mouth with my semen, my full sacs rippling with
each forceful contraction. One long, guttural, gurgling moan
erupted from her paralyzed mouth as my cock cream oozed into the
tight spaces around the gag, soaking into the saliva-filled cloth
until it began to spill out onto her lips and chin. I pulled out,
unable to get any more in, but still coming.
With one tit-cum coated hand I jerked the remainder of my jism all
over the outside of her stuffed face. I thought, "This has to be
the biggest cum of all time!", as I pumped and stroked and
splashed it onto her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks; even swamping
her nose with the gooey ooze. Her face could barely be seen under
it, so complete was the covering. It began to slide slowly down
to hang in big gobby drips from her chin and nose and eyebrows.
Daphne remained completely motionless in orgasm throughout the
whole thing, mouth gagged and eyes gaped open wide.
After orgasming for two solid minutes, she began coming out it,
shivering like before as if coming out of a trance. But this time
it was different. Her gentle after-cum trembling gradually turned
into great, racking sobs that shook her whole body. Tears poured
into her cum-coated face at the humiliating sex Linda and I had
forced her to enjoy. The shame was too great for her, but Linda
wasn't though yet.
She moved her cunt-hand back up to the restraining leash and
jerked backward, pulling Daphne almost upright with her head
angled backwards. She was have real trouble breathing now, what
with her nostrils filled shut with my hardening cum and her mouth
stuffed with the even bigger cum-expanded gag. The force of the
pull brought a great gushing heave from the pit of her stomach and
she blew out the gag. It plopped onto the tabletop with a icky
'splat'.
With her mouth now free, I though Daphne would be screaming her
head off, but all she did was continue to sob and gasp for air. I
guess she was too embarrassed to let anyone else know anyway.
As I continued to look on, kneeling exhausted from my own climax,
Linda took a grab on the blouse-leash with her teeth, holding
Daphne's head strained backwards. With one free hand she grabbed
a paper cup off the desk and held it in back under the panty
remnants tightly gripping Daphne's legs. Slowly she pulled her
still buried fist from Daphne's crack, sliding out the
butt-plug-dildo at the same time. Jiggling ass cheeks unrolled
the panty-cock and, as the tight upper panties loosened their
grip, Daphne's vaginal cum began to thickly seep out. Linda
twisted and worked the creamy panties in one hand, catching the
ooze in the cup. When she was finished, she had almost a complete
cupful of Daphne's cream.
Still holding the head back with the cord in her buck-teeth, Linda
brought her free hand up to Daphne's nose and pinched it off
between thumb and forefinger. With the strong pinkie of the same
hand she poked down into the chin, forcing the mouth open. Head
and neck yanked back, throat and mouth forced open, Daphne offered
no resistance as Linda poured her own jism into her from the large
cup. After each lump of cum-pudding had oozed in Linda would hook
her pinkie under Daphne's chin, forcing her jaws closed. Daphne
had to swallow the gob before Linda allowed her lips open for
another breath. Pouring in too fast for Daphne's gagging
swallows, some of it flowed out to smear her chin, swirling into a
pearly mixture with my cum. I could see down into her mouth and
thickly coated tongue as her throat spasmed and choked her own
thick juice down into her awaiting stomach.
A sick green tinge appeared on Daphne's face and series of
shuddering spasms racked her tummy. It looked like she was about
to throw up the whole thing! Linda also felt the signals. As she
poured in the last ounce of goo, she dropped the cup, picked up
the sopping mess of a gag off the table and, still pinching the
nose off, mushed the big, cold, wet wad back in through Daphne's
struggling lips. Linda now let go with both hands and teeth and
stood back watching in delight.
Daphne, standing in the middle of the room, free except for the
neck truss, arms still tied tightly up in her back, bent forward
at the waist and heaved. As Jeff and I looked on, stunned, her
knees buckled and a torrent of thick cum shot back up from her
spasming stomach, rocketing out her throat tube into the back of
the cloth ball. She almost fell over backwards from the force,
but managed to stay on her feet. Almost half of the wad ballooned
out of her lips from the force of the jolting liquid. I though it
was going to be blown out of her, but it was sucked back into
Daphne's mouth like it was being pulled in with a vacuum cleaner.
As Linda stood looking on with unrestrained joy, Daphne's throat
convulsed again. She gulped the gooey mixture of her own and my
cum back down the tunnel and stood, bent slightly, breathing with
relief, when the next shock wave took her off her feet. She
retched her cum up again, beginning to look faint but unable to
stop the spasms, as the oozing gag slipped halfway out again, but
not far enough to come out. Spasm after spasm rocked her; heaving
gut blasting the cum up into her mouth and bringing it back down
again to reload when it splashed against the blocking gag.
Daphne was beginning to weaken. Sweat covered her forehead and
matted her hair down in wet pleats as she was worked over in that
spastic seizure, alternately swallowing and then heaving up her
own cum, throat bulging visibly as it was forced up and down.
After about a minute and a half she looked like she had had all
she could take, when Linda announced, "OK. I think she's had
enough.". Daphne fell to her knees, still racking, eyes turning
back inward into her head. Straddling her from the back, Linda
grasped the leash to immobilize her and, bunching all five fingers
of her other hand, pushed the blunt point of her hand tool between
Daphne's wet lips. Not letting up, Linda continued to push her
fingers in.
Spreading Daphne's lips so wide that they lost their colour, she
let her fingers widen out around the soaked gag-rag. I continued
to stare dumbfounded as Linda worked her mammoth hand, until,
suddenly, Daphne's mouth resistance gave way. Her jaws snapped
open a further three inches, locked almost straight up and down,
as Linda's knuckles slid on in through the gaping mouth. I began
to heat up again, hardening at the sight of Linda's whole fist in
Daphne's mouth, the lips having sucked closed around her thick
wrist. It looked like she was foliating Linda's arm like a huge
horse dick. Linda's fingers squashed around the massive mouth
gag, bulging out Daphne's cheeks like a monstrous cockhead.
Incredibly, I began stroking my stiff meat again as Linda began
positioning her forearm.
Daphne's face was almost lifeless now, but her lips reacted
automatically like any woman's should when a thick, fleshy pole
slides in and out of them. They latched on to the wrist and began
slurping and sucking as Linda pumped her arm-cock. But it was no
good. Daphne had fainted even while her lips continued to suck
and Linda realized that Daphne had truly had enough for now. With
one yank, she pulled out the fist and gag.
We all froze when Margaret knocked on the closed door and yelled
in, "Hey you guys! Break time was over five minutes ago. Let's
get back to work! Remember, Gene will be here any time now.". I
realized that this must be why no one had bothered us. It was
normal routine for people to take their breaks in this room, close
the door and watch TV. But it still made me jump when she yelled
in at us. I couldn't believe we had been in there for only twenty
minutes. It seemed like a whole day, but there were several hours
to go.
Linda was the only one who thought to answer her. She yelled
back, "OK. we'll be right out.". I didn't know how we were going
to do that. Daphne was still kneeling, fainted, in the middle of
the floor, her blouse, twisted into a rope around her neck, the
only thing holding her upright. Her jeans were pulled down to her
knees; underpants hanging limply now, twisted out of shape,
stained tan on the bottom and sopping white on top. Her hair was
matted down and sweat dripped from her cum stained face and tits.
She didn't look ready to go anywhere. I was kneeling on top of a
table panting with exhaustion, pants stained with cumjuice, mine
and Daphne's; my slick, raw, red tool still stiff from my last
abortive jack-off. But, being only part-time and having to work
on the equipment anyway, I could afford to stay in there until I
could figure something out. And Jeff, who had just watched the
whole thing, was supposed to be in there. He just went back to
his desk. Linda hadn't even broken a sweat and she still had all
her clothes on.
Once again, Linda took charge of Daphne. She moved in front of
her and, with gentle expertise, slapped her face. Daphne awoke, a
little panicky at seeing Linda, but too exhausted to do anything
about it, and closed her eyes in deep shame. Another slap, this
time a backhander, brought her to full attention again. Sarcastic
words were thrown at her, "Come on little Daphne. Margaret says
we have to get you cleaned up so we can get you back to work. But
it won't be as much fun as the work we just did, huh?!".
In the space of a minute or two I watched Linda put things back in
their place. She threw the used cum container in the trash can
along with the wad of rolled up socks. She poked me a painful
shot in the arm and whispered viciously, "Get down off of there!
And get yourself cleaned up. I'm going to open that door in
another minute!". I thought, "Jesus! That was a really hard
punch for a woman!". Holding my bruised shoulder, I climbed down
and started getting back into my pants as Linda turned her
attention back to Daphne.
Reaching around in back to the leash, Linda yanked her to a
standing position. Then, reaching around with both hands, she
pulled and yanked at the panties, trying to reform them around
Daphne's butt, but they didn't have enough elastic left in them
even for her huge mounds, so Linda just ripped them off at the
seams, hitched up her jeans and buttoned them snug. For some
reason I couldn't understand, Linda balled up the greasy, stained
panties and stuck them in her pocket where the socks had been.
"Yuck! What could she want with those things?", I wondered, seeing
that they made twice as big a ball as the socks had.
Still reaching around in back, she undid the wrist cuffs. Numb,
yet painful from fifteen minutes of being bent into that unnatural
position, Daphne's arms flopped down at her sides, limp and
useless. Linda unrolled the blouse and tried to smooth it down
over Daphne's cum-dripping boobs, but it was so wrinkled that it
wouldn't quite make it. It looked a royal wrinkled mess and she
could only stretch it down to the middle of her stomach, her cute
belly button showing out above her pants.
Linda let it go at that. No time. Next, she whipped a spike-comb
from her back pocket and hastily drew it through Daphne's matted
hair. She screamed out in pain as the four-inch spikes scraped
her skull and ripped through the sweaty knots in her hair, but her
mouth was so painful from being stretched by Linda's fist and the
gag, her throat still filled with sticky cum and phlegm, that it
came out only as a soft coughing gurgle. After raking Daphne's
hair in to a vaguely presentable do, she grabbed some paper towels
from Jeff's desk. Dunking them in some cold stale coffee in
Jeff's cup, she toweled the cum off Daphne's face, rubbing hard
and fast, and threw the towels in the can.
Linda pulled the door open and, with one chunky arm around her
shoulder, led the weak, trembling girl quickly out of the room.
Shielding Daphne from the others with her bulky body, Linda
half-dragged her rapidly toward the restroom, which was in the
back. I could see through the doorway as she shoved her in and I
thought I faintly heard, "Now get cleaned up good. And hurry. And
no word of this to anyone. Besides, you KNOW you loved it, you
pretty little bitch, and you know you'll want more later.".
With that, the bathroom door shut, Linda went back to her reports,
I went back to my repair and things went on as if nothing had
happened. None of the others even suspected what had gone on in
that room right under their noses!
I worked steadily on, still kind of hot and sweaty, keeping one
eye on the bathroom door (it was unisex and I had to go real bad).
Finally, after about five agonizing minutes, Daphne came out. As
I rushed for the john I could see that she had, by some miracle,
made her self over into something pretty close to normal. Her
hair was still a little damp, but drying fast back into those cute
little brunette ringlets. And her face was washed clean, though
still somewhat red and raw from the paper towels.
The look on her face, however, was another story. Although not
crying, her head kind of moped down and from the vacant depths of
staring eyes she looked at me accusingly with a mixture of hatred
and shame. I felt low, lower than a snake in the grass at that
point. Even the sight of that big, bobbling back end failed to
arouse me as she shuffled slowly into the other room. Truly
ashamed of what I had done, I flopped into the john.
Feeling greatly relieved after my piss, I went back to work. This
was going to be a long one. Machines had broken down all over the
place. I knew it was going to take me at least a couple of hours
to fix them. And, what with the big boss coming in, Margaret kept
popping in on me, asking me if I was finished yet. Her dark green
wraparound skirt flounced wildly on her sleek swiveling hips and
small, taut ass-muscles every time she ran in there. And I could
tell from her erect button nipples poking out from her light green
blouse that she was getting excited about the upcoming visit.
A little peeved at her constant interruptions, I told her somewhat
curtly that I'd have a lot better chance of getting done in time
if she'd leave me alone. A blush formed on her high-riding cheeks
that matched her red hair and she immediately began apologizing,
saying that she was nervous about Gene coming. I told her that I
understood and that I would work extra hard to get it all done for
her. I stared at her muscular, tan calves as she walked out and
thought, "Hmmmm. She ain't that badly shaped after all; kinda
skinny still, but muscular like those iron pumping ladies I saw on
TV, only not as grossly bulked up. And where did that tan come
from. It looks pretty hot on a redhead. I wonder if it goes all
the way up?". It was like seeing her for the first time.
Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I went back to work again, but
soon found myself talking to Jeff. I said, "Hey man. What the
hell. Does this thing happen all the time around here or what?
And why weren't you doing anything through all that stuff?".
He shrugged a little laugh off his shoulders and answered, "No, it
don't happen all the time. I only seen it twice before. Only I
never seen it this hot before. Linda was like some kinda animal.
I ain't messin' around with her though. No way. I'm afraid of
her. And I wouldn't know what to do anyway. Poor Daphne, though.
I never seen or heard of some of that shit. Linda forced her to
get off but I don't think she really liked it. I gotta confess,
the most I've ever done is bring off this girl at school once with
my hand. I'd rather just concentrate on my work.".
"OK", I thought, "but someday your gonna find out what it's all
about and then work won't mean a thing.". I resumed my efforts to
get the machines running right again.
I looked up and saw that it was about one o'clock. I had spent
the last two hours concentrating hard and had just about finished
up, everything back in working order. Apparently Daphne had had
no trouble concealing her morning episode from her co-workers and
Margaret hadn't been back to bother me either. I packed up my
tools, pretty satisfied with myself, and prepared to get the hell
out of there.
I strolled out in to the main office preparing to leave. Past
Linda, who didn't even acknowledge my presence; and past Diane,
standing there innocently. Just at the moment I walked by she
bent over to pick something up. As most women do when they think
no one is looking, she bent straight at the waist, not bending her
knees at all; legs locked straight up and down. The tight, white
cotton shift rode up, higher and higher. She wore no nylons and,
for that second or two, I had an unobstructed view up and down
almost the whole length of her soft, young, cream-colored thighs.
Her bending pushed her smooth, round, little behind high in the
air toward me, the widening split between her butts stretching the
cotton to the breaking point. I was beginning to sweat a little
when I saw Linda sneak a leering grin at the young flesh displayed
in front of her. My eyes locked hers in a stare that told her in
no uncertain terms, "I know what's on your mind. You lay a hand
on her and you'll answer to me. Over my dead body Linda, over my
dead body.". She gave me a shrug that said, "We'll see" and went
back to work.
Shuddering at the thought, I walked into the main office. Daphne
sat at a desk facing away from me. She sat in a typical office
chair; you know, the kind with a small backrest high up on a two
inch diameter stalk set in the seat. The thick shiny stainless
steel pole had worked its way into Daphne's jeans as she sat.
Part of her butt meats, now unrestrained by panties, had oozed
around the chair rod, gripping it tightly; the rest of the denim
covered flesh sagged out around it and over the sides of the seat.
My sweat increased at the sight, but my cock remained limp. All I
could see was the brutal invasion she had taken from Linda
earlier in the day and I marveled at how she could sit there
working as usual all this time. She might have been able to
regain her composure somehow, but I hadn't.
I moved past her, gently patting the back of her head in sympathy
as I walked by. Rudely shaking her head away, she lifted her
down turned eyes to mine, remembering my part in her ordeal, and
glared daggers right through my face. I wanted to apologize to
her, to explain that I couldn't help myself, but there was no way.
Lisa was sitting at the typewriter by the front door. If anything
could have brought me back to life it was her. The heat start to
spread through my dick again as I approached her, gazing hungrily
and openly, but she was too busy typing to notice. I ogled my way
down the length of her, starting with her pleasingly filled out
face and moving down to the tight red sweater filled with her
heavy, bulging tits.
They seemed to fill the entire front of her sweater; so large
that they were plopped solidly down on the typing table, Lisa's
arms squeezing them together in front of her as she typed. With
one hand in my pocket secretly feeling myself, I stood and stared
at her sweater-bulging pair, which had to be the size of honeydew
melons. The cold metal table had excited her nipples, forcing
those nickel-sized paps to erupt forward nearly three fourths of
an inch!
I ended up in her lap, my eyes buried deep in the dark triangle
formed by her little belly and bulging, red-nylon thighs. The
micro-mini barely covered her bottom, now that she was sitting
down, and I could see the round ends of her butt barely peaking
out, also encased in the tight elastic. I focused in and thought,
"I'll be damned if she isn't wearin' any!". The white flesh of
her unpantied ass blended into the expanding red material, tinting
it a dull, sexual pink. "What in the hell is she doing dressed
like that just to come to a dull office job?", I wondered. "She
is ready!", I decided. "And I'm just the man to give it to her
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