Julie and the Office Bull

“Fucking Hell Jools;” he grinned as he tucked his cock back into his underpants. “You’re a helluva cocksucker; I’d never have guessed you were a swallower as well.”

“That was my first time.” I chuckled as I re-fastened my dress.

“Fuck off!” He gasped incredulously.
“Well, I’ve….you know?” I suddenly became shy and embarrassed, “sucked my husband before…but never…you know?” My voice was virtually a whisper and I was blushing like mad.

“I’d never have guessed.” He shook his head in disbelief, “and I’ve had hundreds of fucking blow-jobs.”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as I turned the kettle on.

“Really…. Jools.” He whispered in my ear as he cupped my boobs from behind, “that was one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had.”

All I could do was smile and raise my eyebrows…..I was lost for words. I had no idea if what I’d done was right or wrong.

We chatted about our mutual love of stockings and sexy underwear as we had our coffee and sandwiches. Later in the night Stevie showed me some websites that he surfed including some that you could buy stockings and lingerie from. One was especially good: www.stockingshq.com and we chose four pair of stockings including some seamed ones; which really excited us and a new six-strap suspender belt for keeping the seams straight.

We really applied ourselves for the rest of the night getting loads of work done. At 11.30 we went into my office and could hardly keep our hands off each other. Stevie quickly had his hand up my dress and shoved two long fingers straight past my thin thong and into my pussy while I unbuckled his belt and flies with the dexterity of a pickpocket. All I’d been thinking about for the last hour was sucking that wonderful cock again and swallowing a second load of his spunk.

It was quite undignified but I leant forward to suck his cock while I stood with my legs apart for him to finger-fuck me. My head was bobbing up and down like a glass ostrich as more and more cock went into my mouth and throat at the same time as Stevie twisted and turned his fingers inside my tingling pussy.

“Oh yes…yes...yes!” Stevie moaned and grabbed a handful of hair as I caught his ring between my teeth and gave it a little tug then flicked it with my tongue. His fingers were working their magic inside my hole as his palm pressed against and rubbed my clitty. I was soon rolling my hips in time with his pressure and was very close to cumming when he let out a low moan as his hairy balls tensed in my hands.

He pulled my head back making his cock fall out of my mouth and slipped his fingers out of my pussy. His sticky fingers stunk of my sex as he began furiously wanking his cock in front of my face. It only took him a few seconds until a jet of spunk shot out and landed on my cheek and nose. He kept rubbing and groaning as he pressed the tip against my bottom lip as more stuff oozed out into my mouth and down my chin. The smell was unmistakable and just as intoxicating as when I’d smelled it on my knickers. I put my tongue out and licked the last drops out of his pee hole.

I was shaking with excitement as Stevie let go of my hair and I stood up straight again.

“Play with yourself for me.” He grinned, “Finger yourself.”

The idea instantly appealed to me. I moved back until I was pressed against a filing cabinet with my dress around my middle and my knickers around my knees. My eyes locked on his and I ran my fingers along my slit. I couldn’t believe how wet and sticky I was. My clit was sticking out like ball-bearing and made me shudder when I touched it; and touch it I did. Over and over again; fast….slow…..hard….soft. Then I slid a finger into my pussy. Gosh it felt good. I was so turned on my eyes were now closed and I was biting my bottom lip. I could still smell his spunk as it ran down my face. I slid a second finger inside and thrashed at my clit with my thumb. It didn’t take much longer until my breath got shallower and shallower and my chest tightened.

“Ugh…ugh….ooh….yes…yeesssss….YYYEEEESSSSS!” I grunted as my rubbing and fingering paid off and I had one of the hardest strongest orgasms of my life; making my knees go weak and my pulse race.

Wednesday night and Thursday were much the same. I wore hold-ups and skirts both days and sucked him dry as soon as the office was clear and we’d have a frantic fuck at the end of the night with the occasional fumblings in-between.

By Friday I was hooked on Stevie and had become his spunk-junkie! All I could think about at work and home was dressing up for my colleague and sucking his huge cock and feeling it inside me until he filled one or both of my orifices.

I wore a nice grey skirt that ended just above my knees with a lemon sweater that clung to me and emphasised my boobs. Underneath I wore a cream frilly set of bra, full see-through panties and suspender belt from La Perla and a pair of Gazelle Gervin RHT stockings with a thick black welt.

As we wouldn’t be working late that day I spent all morning planning how I could have one more session before the weekend.

The Office closed at 2pm and I made sure that I left at the same time as Steve.

“Do you want a lift home?” I whispered as he held the main door open for me.

“That would be nice.” He whispered back. “I’ll be outside Rosie’s.”
Ten minutes later I pulled up outside of a local Wine Bar and he appeared from the rear door. He furtively looked around and when he was sure the coast was clear he got into the passenger seat. We both giggled like naughty school kids for the next minute or so until Stevie asked, “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere?” I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn’t given that any thought and hoped that he would know somewhere discreet.

As Stevie directed me to a derelict factory about 5 miles away he lifted my skirt and stroked my stocking clad leg and fiddled with the frilly suspender. I’d hardly pulled the handbrake on when he was kissing me and fondling my boobs under my cotton shirt.

“How long have we got?” He panted as he pulled my sweater over my head and began unfastening my bra.

“An hour or so.” I gasped as my 34b breasts flopped into view.
“We’d better not hang about then!” He smiled as he tweaked my nipples. I leaned over him and adjusted his seat until it was as far back as it would go; then used my new found skills to unfasten his belt and release his cock for my pleasure.

It was still quite soft as I pulled it from his pants as he wriggled his jeans down to his ankles. I couldn’t wait and stuffed it all into my mouth. The next couple of minutes were amazing as his cock actually grew stiff and hard inside my mouth as I caressed his ball sack and forced the tip of my tongue into his foreskin.

Stevie just lay back and called me all kinds of dirty names while he roughly squeezed my boobs and nipples as I thoroughly enjoyed performing my new oral skills on him.
It became a little bit uncomfortable so I changed position without letting his cock slip from my lips. With my knee on the drivers’ seat he now had easy access between my legs and quickly took advantage by stroking my labia through my thin panties. His cock was big and hard now and I was delighting in putting on a cock-sucking show for him; licking the shaft, sucking his knob, nibbling hiss ball-sack and rubbing it across my face. Everything I knew he liked and I had quickly grown to love.

He stopped his wonderful administrations for a minute or so to undo the zip on the side of my skirt. He tugged and I wriggled until the garment was off and in the foot well next to the pedals. I felt incredibly vulnerable and horny now – just dressed in a flimsy white g-string suspender belt and a pair of Platinum Gio 15 denier stockings that had arrived in the post the previous day.

Stevie’s hand instantly went back between my legs again; pulling my gusset to one side and stroking my luxurious mop of pubic hair before sliding a couple of fingers into my eager vagina. My blow-job became even more enthusiastic as he gave me a real good finger fucking.

“Oooooohhhhh!” he gasped, “So you like getting it at both ends do you?”
I didn’t answer….just kept on sucking and wiggling my hips.

“I bet you’d love having two guys at once…wouldn’t you?” He gasped as he held my head in place, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. “You dirty fucker…you would wouldn’t you? two big cocks…ooohhh….one in your mouth and the other fucking the arse off you! I bet that’s what you dream about when you’re fingering yourself at home.”

In all honesty I’d never ever given such a thought any credence….but the way he made me feel….it was now a possibility.

I was in the early throes of an orgasm when some movement outside the car caught my eye. Horrified; I realised a man was standing in a doorway about 6 feet away watching us. I gagged as I tried to scream but Stevie just kept my head tightly in place and began bouncing his hips forcing his cock fully into my mouth while he began rubbing my clitty even harder and faster.

Perhaps it was performing oral sex on my lover in a car while he finger fucked me in only a pair of stockings and a suspender belt but I came like a train! My legs were shaking and my vagina muscles clenched his fingers as my whole body began convulsing.

“Yeesssss….. That’s it….I’m cumming!” Stevie growled as his body stiffened and he instantly filled my mouth and throat with hot cum.

I hastily knelt up covering my boobs and spluttered, “There’s someone out there!” I even coughed up some of Stevie’s cum as I was so agitated.

“Probably.” He nonchalantly told me as he pulled his jeans up.

“What do you mean…probably?”

“This place attracts loads of peeping toms. It’s well known around here.” He winked saucily.

“Well….well….I didn’t know!” I told him most indignantly as I tried to put my bra back on without the stranger seeing my boobs. (I know that doesn’t make sense…now!)

I have to admit to being a little bit turned on my the stranger seeing me virtually naked sucking my ‘boyfriends’ cock. Although I was genuinely embarrassed I still looked around to see if he was still there as I awkwardly got dressed in the front of the BMW.

Once I was decent again and had applied a fresh coat of lipstick I drove him to his local pub where he was meeting his buddies. As he got out he turned back, kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my boob before saying, “See you on Monday.” Then he was gone.

All of the way home and for the rest of the weekend all I thought about was Stevie and the outrageous sexual things I’d done that week. He had woken some dormant desires within me and I knew I was a changed woman.
Guilt?
Not in the slightest.
I felt like a ‘woman’ for the first time in my life. I’m no fool and I realised that Stevie was using me and would drop me like a stone as some other female entered his life; but that didn’t matter because I had used him too!

I wore stockings and suspenders for work every day the following week. Stevie pestered me to wear the seamed ones for him but I wouldn’t. That really would have been a ‘step too far’ and caused all kinds of rumours to circulate the company.

We had sex every night as we finished the project. I would suck his cock while he fingered me or licked my pussy before we started work and always finished with a good hard fuck. By the Friday when we drove back to the derelict factory Stevie had got me to use words like fuck, cock, cunt and spunk during sex.

I really was a changed woman after those two weeks and planned to use my new found skills and confidence with or without my husband.