Julie and the Office Bull

I instantly blushed but nodded in the affirmative.

“I wanked off into them three times last night!” Stevie looked very pleased with himself.

“They were….were,” I stammered, “still…..wet.”

“I thought you’d like that.” He grinned, “I cracked one out in here this morning too.”

“You truly are a disgusting man.” I told him, with a little smile.

“Did you finger yourself when you got home?” Stevie asked in a matter of fact way as we walked towards the main office.

“I did not!” I told him indignantly, “Any way, I wouldn’t tell you even if I did!” Then I poked him in the ribs with my elbow.

I tried to remain dignified as Stevie pestered me all evening about the knickers I’d given him the previous night and what he’d been thinking about while he was wanking into them. He took great pleasure in telling me exactly how much ‘stuff’ he’d expelled each time. I tried to hide my feelings especially as I thought that my pussy might explode but eventually my erect nipples gave me away.

At one stage he was standing behind me watching me work on screen, it didn’t take him long to begin rubbing his erection against my back. When I didn’t complain he slid his arms around me and cupped my breasts making me sigh. I let him massage them for a couple of minutes then shrugged him off telling him that ‘we had work to do.’

As the evening wore on he kept asking what underwear I had on and making lewd suggestive comments.

At 8.30 we stopped for a break.

“Are you going to give me your knickers again tonight?” He asked as I organised some sandwiches.

Without hesitating I teased him by saying “I might. I haven’t decided.”

He continued like this for nearly 20 minutes – trying to guess what I was wearing and telling me again how much he’d enjoyed wanking into the pair the previous night.

“If you can guess what colour they are….you can have them.” I giggled.

“Pink.” He immediately replied.

I was stunned and pulled a funny face.

“How did you guess?”

“You look like you always wear a matching set.” He smiled a winning smile.

Of course! I always wore matching underwear and he’d already seen my bra. Shit!

“Can I have them now?” He asked.

“Why now?”
“I want to watch you walking around knowing you haven’t got any knickers on for the rest of the night.”

I gulped. That was exactly how I was feeling, especially after ‘not having knickers on’ the previous evening had been such a turn on.

I smiled and made to walk out of the kitchen.

“No.” Stevie put his hand up to stop me, “take them off in here in front of me.”

We were on opposite sides of the small room and his hypnotic baby blue eyes were locked on mine. For the first time in my life I couldn’t stop myself doing something outrageous.

Without saying a word I hitched my grey pleated skirt up to my thighs and fumbled for the elastic at the top of my thong.

“Higher…lift it higher than that.” Stevie demanded in low voice.

My heart was pounding as I lifted my skirt as ordered, with one hand and began removing my panties with the other; never taking my eyes off his.

His mouth broke into a huge grin.

“Stockings! I love women in stockings.”

I already knew that from previous conversations and had worn barely black hold-ups with a wide lace welt especially for him; but he didn’t know that.

As I pulled my panties down my legs I knew he was also getting a clear look at my hairy ginger pubes. Then when I had to lift my foot to step out of them I knew he could actually see my pussy as well. I’d never ever felt like this before and was revelling in my new found naughtiness.

As I threw my panties across the room to him I straightened my skirt as if I’d just done the most natural thing in the world.

Stevie easily caught them and pressed them against his face and inhaled my musk.

“MMMmmm.” He purred, “I love the smell of warm pussy.” Then placed them in his shirt pocket with a little bit sticking out like a handkerchief.

It felt really odd but very liberating and very, very sexy wandering around the office with no knickers on under my skirt; especially as Stevie obviously knew my secret.

As we worked he kept asking how often I wore stockings and did I ever wear suspenders with real nylons?

At first I told him I hardly wore them then admitted to wearing nice sexy underwear and hold-ups to make me feel ‘good’ and I did occasionally wear stockings and suspenders…..on special occasions. This really pleased him and he made me promise to wear a set the following day.

As we finished work at 11.30 Stevie asked me if I wanted a coffee before we left for home. I guessed that he had some other kind of agenda on his mind but agreed anyway.

As I waited for the kettle to boil Stevie flamboyantly sniffed my knickers for what must have been the 90th time of the night.

“Show me your beaver again.” He told me in quite a forceful way. Without hesitating I lifted my skirt with both hands so he got a full view of my stocking tops, pubes and pussy.

With my knickers still pressed against his face he began unbuckling his belt. I began shaking with excitement as he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. I was so excited my mouth hung open as he pulled his underpants down and his penis came into view. The purple tip was poking out of his floppy foreskin and it reminded me of a King Size Greggs sausage roll.

“It’s only fair you can see mine if I’ve seen yours.” He chuckled as he wrapped my panties around it and began tugging at the shaft to make it even stiffer….if that was possible.

“What’s that?” I croaked and nodded towards his thing when his purple knob came into view.

“Oh? This?” He grinned as he pulled at a gold ring that was attached to the hole and the tip. “My Prince Albert. Haven’t you seen one before?”

I shook my head and stared at it as his penis grew even longer and harder before my very eyes.

I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my heart was racing as I stared at the sight in front of me. His pubes were shaved back to a number 1 or 2 making his cock look absolutely massive and he had a thick barbed wire tattoo around his left thigh.
Stevie made himself comfortable against the bench and began openly masturbating and talking dirty to me.

“Have you ever seen a cock this big?”
“I want you to suck it for me, deep throat me and swallow my spunk.”
“You’re gonna fucking beg me to shove this up your fucking married cunt.”
“I want to see you stick your fingers up your fucking twat until you cum.” (I shook my head).

Still with my skirt held up against my tummy I thought I was peeing myself because I could feel something warm running down my thigh as Stevie wanked so fast I thought his tattoos might fly off his arm.

He soon began grunting and grinding his teeth. Even innocent little me knew what this meant. He stepped forward and dropped my panties onto the kitchen table.

“Are you ready?” My young colleague mumbled. I nodded.

With one last furious stroke he sighed….then a long stream of cum shot out and landed on my knickers then he stepped even closer and forced another two short spurts out until they were coated in the stuff.

I’d never witnessed anything like it in my life and was now so excited I thought I might feint.

“God…..that was fucking great.” Ken panted. “Did you enjoy that?”

I nodded.

“You gonna play with yourself now?” He asked in his soft Northern Irish brogue.

I desperately wanted to but shook my head.

“But you want to cum, don’t you?” He asked in a concerned manner.

I shrugged my shoulders as he shuffled around the table, his jeans still around his ankles.

“Will you let me lick you out then?”

I nodded and he swiftly whipped his t-shirt off revealing a chest and arms covered in Celtic tattoos.

Steve then swivelled me around and lifted me onto the table with my bum on the edge; then he whipped my skirt up until it covered my stomach leaving my private parts exposed for him. I don’t think I’d ever had sex – definitely not oral sex – without having a shower first to clean up. This was so spontaneous it just felt right.
I clung onto the table as he raised my thighs onto his shoulders and buried his face into my soaking wet vagina making me sigh.