*******Part 2 in a series of office erotica stories that I hope will find favor among a larger crowd of erotica enthusiasts. Thanks for all the love so far!************
That night after I got off work, I just laid in bed unable to sleep. I kept thinking about Sharon holding my mouth to her crotch and cumming all over my face.
It was my first time being with a girl. I remembered being surprised at how little clean-up there was afterward. I had expected to be drenched in pussy juices, that I’d have to take a shower immediately after.
Instead, I just kind of wiped my face down in the bathroom. I couldn’t quite fully get rid of her scent though. For the remainder of my shift, every now and then I’d take a breath and suddenly vividly smell her on me, as if I was pressed right up against her pussy all over again. Each time it happened, I felt myself stiffening.
Laying in bed now, I really wanted to rub one out thinking about it. But I didn’t. Tomorrow, I was supposed to get with Tina. She had marked on the calendar that she wanted vaginal sex. I worried that if I jerked off now that I wouldn’t be able to perform for her.
I didn’t know how long I could keep this up anyway. It wasn’t like I was a sex expert. The girls were certain to realize this sooner or later. They’d see my inexperience for what it was, grow bored or disinterested in me. And things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t so bad, was it?
I slept fitfully, made my way into work the next day, half-expecting to get chewed out by the boss again.
Instead, I about fell over when he pulled me into his office with a smile and a pat on the back.
He literally apologized for the other night and begun raving about how all the night ladies had emailed him to stick up for me saying how I had been going “head over heels” to help fix their computer issues.
“It’s no wonder you haven’t had time to finish up those jacks!” he said, slapping my arm. He apologized profusely again before I left his office, my head spinning.
I retreated to my back office, watched the boss drive away for the night, and gave the calendar a quick glance.
HOLY…..SHIT…..
Every day of the week had been filled out….for the rest of the month! I flipped the page. The next month was filled out too!
There was no way I could service all these girls…..could I?
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Tina walked in before I could even answer it. Her face was flushed, and she looked extremely nervous.
At most, I was probably only five years older than her. She was a smaller girl, petite frame, blonde hair almost down to her butt.
She was wearing a loose black skirt that went down to her knees, flip-flops, a pink top.
“I don’t know how this works,” she said, not meeting my gaze. “I have a boyfriend, just so you know.”
I eyed her quizzically. “Sooooo, why’d you sign up then?”
She looked at me, quickly looked away again, laughed.
“Look, we don’t have to do this,” I said. “Whatever this is….this game you’re all playing…we can stop—”
“He never fucks me!” she cut me off. She lowered her head, shamefully. “We never ever have sex….”
I wasn’t sure what to say. “Look, that’s between you two…..”
“Can you just pretend you’re him?” She had cut me off again, blurted it out. She was looking me dead in the eyes.
“I still love him,” she said. “His name is Jesse.” She stepped carefully toward me. “Will you be Jesse….on the days we have sex?”
I backed up from her, raising my hands defensively. “Look, this sounds really fucked up. You two really oughta try and work this out yourselves.”
She was already pulling off her shirt. A black lace bra, see-through, all but exposed her small breasts. She undid her skirt. It dropped to the ground. Black panties. Crotchless.
I backed up again, half tripped, half fell into my chair.
“I need you to fuck me Jesse,” she said. “You can’t avoid me forever.”
“I’m not Jesse!” I whimpered.
Tina fell to her knees, began tugging at my pants. They slid down too easily, the treacherous bastards!
Her mouth found my crotch, still concealed behind my underwear. She moved her lips on my package, munched on it, moaning her girly moans in a way that was downright devilish.
My cock sprang to life. I was wearing the kind of underwear with a concealed hole in front. She knew them well.
Tina reached inside, fished for my fat worm, lured it from its den. My meat was hers for the taking. She clasped it with her hand, began to pump her fist up and down on my shaft til I was at my full length.
Then, looking up at me dreamily, she said, “I love you, Jesse.”
“I’m not Jesse…..” I tried to say, not quite finishing before Tina lowered her mouth to my dick, taking just the tip between her lips.
Lightning sizzled up and down my body as her tongue began lapping playfully at the head of my penis.
“Ohhhhhhh goddddddd,” I groaned continuously.
Tina smiled, squeezed her lips tight around my meat, sucked in her cheeks as she moved her head up and down on me.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” I began chanting. I couldn’t help myself. My hands drifted up, rested on the back of her head, clenched her hair.
I spread my legs wider, made room for her, and she obliged. Still pumping my meat with her fist, Tina began working her mouth lower and lower on my cock.
The deeper she went, the more of my meat she took in her mouth, the more I lost control.
I began working my hips up and down involuntarily. Tried to fuck her mouth.
Tina pulled back, letting me slip from between her lips. I was disappointed for the slightest fraction of a second. And then she laid her head on my lap, wrapped her mouth sideways on my shaft, began licking up and down, slathering me with her lips and tongue.
I was starting to lose it, never having experienced the joys of a girl’s mouth on my cock. I began squirming, tried to speak in between my moans and groans.
“I…. thought….you wanted…..vaginal sex!”
Tina ran her tongue up and down my dick a few more times, gave the tip of my penis a final, deep suck, then looked up at me. There were practically hearts in her eyes.
“Oh Jesse,” she said. “You always want to rush it.”
“I’m not Jesse,” I said. It was futile.
Tina stood, sat on my lap, braced herself by wrapping her arms past me, around the back of the chair. Her legs easily reached the ground.
She positioned her waiting pussy right over my cock, began to maneuver around on it. It was awkward. She rubbed on it more. Paused. It was….dry.
“Do you need….something?” I tried, fumbling for the right words.
Tina was quiet. Then, “Jesse….could you do me like you did Miss Sharon yesterday?”
My face flushed, remembering the older lady’s hot wetness against my mouth. It was all I could do to nod.
“Oh YAAAAAYYYYY!” Tina practically squealed, throwing herself at me in what I assume was an attempt to hug me. Instead, her sudden weight toppled the chair backward.
I landed with a crash and her lithe body half fell, half slid so she was sitting with her crotch right on my chest.
I had the perfect view of her tight, thin-lipped pussy protruding from the hole in her panties. My mouth actually started to water.
Tina giggled. “Sorry Jesse!” She then scooted the rest of the way up, positioning her pussy right over my mouth.
“I’m not–” I started, and then she plopped down on my face.
I was immediately struck by how different Tina’s pussy was from Sharon’s. Sure, they were both hot and wet, but while Sharon’s had been wide open, a vast cavern in which to explore with my tongue and mouth, Tina’s was small, tight, secretive almost.
I had to work at her, use my tongue like a prybar to really get past her lips. Tina didn’t seem to mind. She had arched her back, supporting herself with her arms thrown behind her so she could really grind down on my face.
It was about this time that the ladies from the office walked in, suspecting something was going on from the sound of the chair crashing to the floor. They weren’t disappointed.
Tina was madly humping herself on my face, her peach fuzz threatening to give my mouth rug burn.
I licked, nibbled, moved my mouth as best I could, but she was doing most of the work, getting herself off on my face.
“YES! YES! YES JESSE!”
The office ladies eyed each other questioningly. Sharon just smirked.
I had had enough. I kicked the chair backward, away from us. Pushed Tina off of me, down so she was laying on her back. And climbed on top of her.
“Oh Jesse……” she smiled up at me.
I shoved my dick inside her. “I. TOLD. YOU!” I said, beginning to thrust inside her. “I’M. NOT. FUCKING. JESSE!”
I fucked her as hard as I could then. Pounded out all my frustrations….frustrations at being called by another guy’s name….at being tricked into playing this game….at having to service all these fucking girls!
“OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK JESSSSEEEEEE!’ Tina yelled, losing herself in my dick.
Her screams of orgasm sent me over the edge. I pumped wildly in and out of her, shot my load deep up inside her pussy.
I was yelling but didn’t even notice until my cries subsided and I collapsed on top of her.
There were a few moments where it felt like it was just us, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath.
And then…..clapping. It started out slow, picked up speed.
Tina and I looked over. Five highly aroused office ladies were applauding the show, some biting their lips with sexual tension.
Amy, mother of three, looked the most perturbed. She kept adjusting her skirt as if it suddenly didn’t fit right.
“My fucking turn tomorrow,” she said. “My. Fucking. Turn.” Then, she turned and strode away, a little too quickly, it seemed.
God, I thought. What the fuck did she have planned for me?