“Yes? What is it, Miles?”
George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve.
“Have you seen her yet, boss?”
Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut.
“Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did.
George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought.
“The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
“What?” George looked up a little confused.
“Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have – you – seen – her – yet?”
George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin.
“Er, no. Why?”
“Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!”
George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant.
“I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?”
“You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!”
George knew only too well that if he chickened out on this, his life would be made a living hell for ages. The young studs of the office would get months and months of pleasure from reminding him of his failure to rise to this challenge.
If truth be told, George had lost interest in sex a few years ago. He was still capable, he knew – quite often he would develop an erection when passing a sexy looking woman in the street – but the desire had gone. It was his wife, Kay he felt sorry for the most; a few years younger than him, George was well aware that her desire for a physical relationship had not dwindled as his had – in fact, if anything, it had grown stronger. But Kay had been very understanding. She had not pestered him for sex or teased him about his lack of ardour. But then, while tidying the bathroom one day, George had found a long, realistic looking vibrator. He understood better then why his wife seemed as content as she was. He was happy that she had found an alternative arrangement.
“Come on, boss.” Miles called excitedly and broke George’s reverie. “We don’t want to miss anything!”
The though of watching Ray Hunter’s buttocks bouncing up and down between the legs of some poor unfortunate woman did little for George but he knew there was little choice. With a deep sigh he got up from behind his desk and followed his young clerk out of his office and along the corridor.
“Hey, guys,” said Miles as he ushered George into the small, dark office. “The boss is going to join us today!”
There were already three young men crowded into the office and they nodded greetings to George as he entered. George could see a small hole in the side of the wall that backed onto Frank Walker’s old office. He had no idea that his sick colleague had already been replaced by a temp.
“Come on, boys!” Miles joked. “Let old George have a look.”
“Ray is just about to go in.” Said one of George’s young staff as he was pushed towards the spy-hole. “She’s just sitting there waiting for him!”
As George obligingly positioned his eye against the small hole, his whole life suddenly changed. He had been a little apathetic about spying on another member of staff and had thought that he would have just a quick peek and then break the little group up on the pretext that they all had work to do. But now things were different. He now seemed to remember Kay saying something a few days ago about starting a new temporary job – but in his wildest dreams (or darkest fantasies) he had not the slightest idea that she was working here, in Frank Walker’s old office.
The sudden realisation that his staff had been discussing his own wife quickly dawned on him. But if he backed out now they would ask him for an explanation and George Peterson wasn’t sure that he had one. He wasn’t sure that he had any answers at all. He had no option but to keep his eyes glued firmly to the spy-hole.
As George continued spy on his wife, he heard the door to her office slowly open and the unmistakable sound of Ray Hunter’s familiar drawl as he entered.
“You been waiting on me, baby?”
Kay nodded wordlessly as her eyes peered up over the rim of her glasses. George thought that she looked a little flushed; excited. He watched as Ray sauntered – almost swaggered – towards the big desk and obscenely cupped his hand to the front of his suit pants.
“Or maybe,” he continued, “it’s this that you’ve been waiting for!”
George watched as Kay licked her lips appreciatively and nodded again. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to; the look of lust on her face told Ray – and George – all they needed to know.
“It’s right here for you, sweetheart.” Ray said. “Just waiting for you. Come and get it.”
Even before Ray had managed to finish his sentence, Kay was up from behind her desk and dropping to her knees in front of the younger man. His zipper was down in a second and her hand was inside his pants, urgently working to free his member.
George was watching avidly. He could hear words of encouragement from the younger men behind him but he paid them no mind. He couldn’t have torn his eyes away from the sight he was currently looking at even had he wanted to. And he didn’t want to. Not one little bit!
As Ray’s suit pants and underwear hit the floor, Kay’s long, slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his hot shaft. Ray’s cock was almost immediately erect and Kay had only to tease the head a little and run her long fingernails luxuriously under his scrotum to see the hard, pulsating result.
“Yeah, baby. Suck on it!” Ray mumbled as he leaned back on the desk. “Take me deep in your mouth, slut!”
George blanched slightly as he heard his wife referred to in such derogatory terms but quickly realised that Ray was speaking the truth. Mrs. Kay Peterson was clearly the Office Slut!
Slowly, Kay’s head bent forwards. Her mouth opened wide as the trembling, pulsating head of Ray’s cock disappeared between her soft, painted lips. The young man sighed deeply as he felt the warm, wetness of her mouth enclose around him. His eyes closed and he leaned back, forcing a little more of his turgid weapon into the older woman’s willing mouth.
George’s mouth felt dry to the bone as he watched his wife expertly fellate the young executive. Her head was bobbing up and down slowly and gently and her fingers, still elegantly wrapped around the hard base of Ray’s shaft were twisting and pulling as she encouraged him to thrust deeper and deeper. George realised that he had been holding his breath and let out a wheezy exhalation. He knew that he was excited – he could feel the erection that had developed beneath his pants urgently pressing against the material of his shorts – and it was becoming very difficult to keep his breathing regular. He couldn’t understand why, at this moment, he wasn’t running into Kay’s office and screaming abuse at her and Ray. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t doing anything at all. Just watching.
Back in the next office, Ray was pulling Kay up onto her feet. As his penis slipped from between her wet lips it bounced back and slapped against the young man’s flat, muscular stomach. Kay gasped breath back into her lungs and stood up. Her hands were already busy unbuttoning her blouse and as the garment fell to the floor, she reached behind her and swiftly unclasped her lacy, white bra. Ray’s hands instinctively reached out and began to fondle the heavy orbs of her firm breasts. The nipples were already hard and swollen and as he rolled them between his fingers George heard his wife moan low in her throat and close her eyes. But Kay was clearly not about to stop her impromptu strip tease with just her blouse and bra. She looked a little disappointed as she disengaged Ray’s hands from her tits but seemed to put this thought far from her mind as she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. The panties followed quickly and she was about to roll down her black stockings when Ray’s voice suddenly stopped her.
“No, leave them on, baby. I want to fuck that sweet, sexy cunt of yours while your wearing those stockings.”
Kay smiled and, nodding, quickly changed positions with her young stud. Leaning back against the desk she spread her legs and planted both stocking clad feet well apart on the carpeted floor. George stared directly between her legs and was fascinated to discover that his wife had shaved her pussy completely bald. He wondered when she had done this and was surprised to realise that it had probably been several months since he had last seen her naked.
Ray moved swiftly in between Kay’s legs. His cock was hard and throbbing as he pressed the head against her pouting sex-lips. Kay’s hand moved down. She gripped the shaft firmly and pressed herself forward. George watched as inch after inch of the young man’s tool slipped easily into his wife’s hot, willing vagina.
The two coupled easily. George stared as he saw Ray’s large erection slide effortlessly into his wife’s pussy. It was completely obvious that she was already quite wet and as the young man began to pump himself steadily back and forth, Kay’s hand dropped between her legs and began to feverishly strum her visible and lust-swollen clit.
The sound of frantic coupling could be clearly heard through the thin, partitioned walls of the office. The rest of George’s staff were listening and quietly encouraging their colleague.
“Fuck her, man!” Said one.
“Do it, Ray. Make the slut come.” Another quickly commented.
“Yeah! Let’s hear the slut get off, Ray!”
George pressed his eye harder up against the spy-hole and swallowed audibly. Kay was now half sitting and half standing. One of her long, stocking clad legs was up and resting over Ray’s shoulder as he brutally thrust himself in and out of her dripping pussy. Her fingers were still busy on her clitoris and, as she received a series of long, deep lunges from Ray, George suddenly saw her entire body stiffen and her eyes close. A Long, deep moan escaped her lips as she climaxed and, amid quiet sounds of approval from the other men, George watched his wife’s body tremble and shudder through a clearly massive orgasm.
George could see that Ray intended to fuck the older woman right through her climax. She was obviously to be given no rest at all. His body looked a blur as he literally hammered himself in and out; thrusting his hard, swollen cock as deep into Kay’s pussy as it was possible to get. Kay grunted loudly every time the young executive’s tool bottomed out in her hole and trembled violently as a series of smaller orgasms rippled over her tight frame. It was also clear that Ray was approaching his own climax as beads of perspiration were breaking out on his forehead and the muscles in his arms and legs began to tense.
With what George thought was a display of amazing self-control, Ray suddenly pulled out of Kay’s pussy with a gasp. Her hole gaped as it was so abruptly vacated and her eyes clearly demonstrated disappointment.
But Kay was not to be disillusioned for very long, George realised. Ray grunted. One hand gripped his throbbing cock while the other almost dragged Kay down onto the floor. She fell to her knees a little surprised until she suddenly seemed to realise what was required of her.
“Get yourself over here!” Ray growled as he pulled her forcefully towards his twitching weapon. “I got a present for you, slut!”
George watched as the young man held on to Kay’s head with one hand while feverishly rubbing his cock with the other.
“Open you mouth, bitch. I’m going to cum!”
Kay obeyed without hesitation. As soon as her soft lips parted, Ray pushed his swollen cock between them. His cum started to flow almost immediately and as much as Kay swallowed and gulped on the hot, sticky issue, inevitable trickles began to ooze from the corners of her mouth and meander down into the deep valley between her breasts. The last thing George saw before he was pulled away from the spy-hole by Miles was his wife and her young stud collapsing exhausted and sticky onto the carpeted floor.
“Shit, George!” Miles complained. “You watched the whole thing. Nobody else even got a chance!”
“Er…well, yes,” George started. “But that’s because she’s …..”
He stopped himself suddenly. He certainly didn’t want any more information about him or his wife working it’s way through the office grapevine.
“She’s what?” Miles asked.
“Um….well….I expect she’ll be doing it all again tomorrow.” George finished with a relieved sigh.
“You bet she will!” Miles continued, smiling excitedly at his boss and winking. “And guess who’s turn it is then?”
George gasped involuntarily as he realised the significance of what his young clerk was saying. He hadn’t fucked his wife in so many months he almost wondered if he remembered how, but the aching erection still throbbing and pulsating in his underwear told him that he would manage somehow. Every office had one and this one was his! He was already looking forward to taking his turn with the office slut!
