Ever since my most recent job change, I’d had a lot of interactions with people regarding the safety of their workstations and areas, and this led to a lot of support, and also a lot of resistance from some people within the facility where I worked.
This new position had certainly brought on a new sense of confidence and I was challenging people I normally wouldn’t.
There was one maintenance guy, who looked after facility management, who seemed to always hang around my team and the office.
He always seemed to be in places I turned up, but was never on an attendee list.
My colleagues would joke, and say, “he only comes here when you’re around, he’s never here any other time” which made me blush at first, but afterwards made me feel a bit sexy and more confident around him.
I watched this guy, and sure enough, he seemed to hover around, making small talk and sharing stories or jokes.
Slowly, and wrongly, over the next few weeks, I started to leave an extra button open on my blouse when I saw him coming, deliberately leaning down to check my shoe laces so he got an eye full of my generous boobs and teasing him in general.
Sometimes we need to prove to ourselves we still ‘have it’
The flashing of my cleavage never went unnoticed – and I caught him looking a few times, where he’d quickly avert his gaze.
I soon progressed to two buttons left open, so he saw a bit of my lacy black bra and some cleavage, and again, during my shoe changing ritual I teasingly flashed a lot more skin.
By now he had stopped trying to look away, and we both knew this was a naughty game.
Looking but not touching or speaking.
He would often become visibly aroused during these episodes, and made no attempt to hide it in his trousers.
Seeing the effect of my teasing, and the large thick outline of his arousal made me wet in my panties.
This happened weekly over the coming months and I used to sometimes imagine this at home, when I was having a quiet hour on the bed with my favourite vibrator.
I always had plenty of sex with my partner, so I wasn’t exactly missing anything, but I think the indecent exposure and the power it gave me, felt incredibly erotic and the thought of him wanking his big cock afterwards, thinking of fucking me was just enough to push me over the edge and orgasm every time.
Anyway, over time this then gradually led to me getting changed into my uniform just as he arrived for the inspection walk.
For instance, he would wait in the office, ready to accompany me, and I would say, “give me a moment while I change”, and I’d pop back into the place where I could change into my uniform, but leave the door slightly open, and using the mirror I saw his eyes looking through the crack in the door.
Many a time I was ‘accidentally’ being caught in my sexiest panties and matching bra.
As this progressed over a few weeks, I got more bold when changing.
I would twist, and turn, lift my boobs and perhaps tweak a nipple.
I’d bend over and my stick my panty covered arse up in the air while adjusting socks or whatever reason I had to be almost naked for longer.
I’d once even pulled my panties to one side, and my neatly trimmed bush was visible to him for just a second, through the crack in the door. I was driving him crazy.
Each time I emerged from being changed, he would be beetroot red in the face, and the unmistakable shape of his arousal was visible down his trouser leg, and this never failed to make my pussy wet.
I loved this power.
My boldness grew further, and one time getting changed I removed my bra completely, freeing my breasts and twiddling both nipples before putting my worktop back on, braless, and going on the safety walls without a bra.
Once on the safety walks I always slipped back into professional mode, and was very cold and clinical – efficiently instructing what I needed, and him and others quickly
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This teasing was driving him crazy and I loved that power.
There were times I used to get so horny after this I would sneak to the ladies toilets and masturbate afterwards, imagining the scenario of my teasing and him not being able to control his urges, and bursting into my changing area and forcing himself into me, and urgently fucking me hard and fast until we both came.
This fantasy was getting a bit dangerous as I still had to maintain my relationship and sex life with my partner, and after cumming at work, I was almost sated when I returned home each evening.
He would often like to eat my pussy as soon as I came in through the door, and make me cum on his face before we had sex and a shower together, followed by our evening meal. I was always arriving home with a bit of arousal between my own legs so I often came fast.
One day, after I had masturbated at lunch time in the ladies, I needed to walk to the maintenance office, to query some paperwork, and strolled outside towards his building.
My panties were soaked from the multiple orgasms I just gave myself, so I’d left them in my locker, and quickly had a spritz of perfume between my thighs before I left.
Approaching his office, I could see him through his window, and I automatically unbuttoned a button ready for his daily tease.
The wind was blowing up my dress and it felt nice knowing I was naked underneath, but no one knew.
He must have seen me coming and actually decided to have some fun himself, because upon entering his office, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I called out his name, and he responded, “I’ll be two minutes, I’m just changing as I’ve just spilt a cup of tea on my clothes.”
I flirted by asking him if he needs a bed bath to clean him up, and he jokingly responded, “no it’s a big job this, not for the faint hearted.”
He had deliberately left the door ajar so I took the opportunity to try and spy on him for a change.
I could see the back of him through the gap in the door, as he slowly removed his shirt and hung it up on the peg, then his trousers followed and he turned slightly to reach for some clean ones from the shelf above him.
He was in good shape, not muscles, just very toned and slim.
I accidentally let out a gasp as I saw his underwear stretched taut over his butt and a sizeable bulge at the front.
He must have heard my gasp, but his only reaction was to turn to face the mirror, with his back to me, and bent down to remove his underwear.
My pussy was dripping at this point and I was playing with my hard nipples over my uniform, secretly hoping nobody else would come to the office and the peep show would last a while longer.
He slowly turned around half way, deliberately so I could see him side on, and his large uncircumcised cock hung low and thick, on top of a large pair of balls.
I gasped again and yet he played on.
He never once acknowledged he’d heard me.
He reached down and held his cock in his right hand, and slowly wanked it.
He was getting thicker and longer by the second and then he removed his hands, leaving his huge thick hard cock pointing up to the roof.
I was literally oozing pussy juice just looking at it.
Then, he quickly slipped a new work T shirt over his head, replaced his underwear and trousers and I quickly backed away from the door, but not before he had seen me watching through the gap in the door, via the mirror.
His exhibitionism had excited him as much as me.
When he came out and met me, he pretended nothing had happened, and was his usual jovial self.
I embarrassingly muttered my way through the matters I needed to talk about, including some wall that needing repairing in an old part of the facility, before we opened it again for patients, and he suggested we go and look at it together now.
It was an unused area, so he highlighted work could start straight away once I’d agreed the content and price.
My skin was flushed red, my nipples hard and my pussy was soaked as we walked together to the isolated area.
There was a room with a wall that needed plastering, a new hand basin and plumbing required, and some of the roof tiles missing.
He stood on his stepladders and climbed up to shine his torch above the tiles into the roof space.
Whilst on the ladders I observed the outline of his cock, and a small damp patch where cum had probably leaked from the earlier arousal.
He glanced down and smirked when he noticed my eyes were on his bulge again, and he could also see straight down my top towards my cleavage I’d left on show.
After checking the roof tiles he came back down his ladder grinning, probably at my blushing.
The power had certainly shifted here and I felt like a girl, not the boss.
There was a very small, floor level cupboard that seemed to go into the wall that needed plastering, almost like a very small “under the stairs” type cupboard that I said should be boarded off prior to plastering.
He shone his torch inside, and said it just had an old gas bottle inside, and a few old boxes and pipes that he would remove first.
Wanting to see everything, I asked to borrow his torch, before getting on my hands and knees to look in the cupboard to see what was there.
Inside, I saw the boxes, and tried to get to the back of the cupboard to retrieve them.
It was a tight space, and I got a bit stuck once inside as far as my hips.
I tried to get out, but couldn’t move.
I tried moving my knees but they were stuck too. It was no use.
He joked with me, saying it was the best sight he’d had all day, and it was doing wonders for him.
After a few minutes of watching me struggle, he tried to pull me out, but it was ripping my dress exposing my thighs, and the fact I wore no panties must have been visible to him.
He suggested calling security but I didn’t want the embarrassment of being found in a remote building with no knickers on should my dress have ripped any further.
He got behind me and held onto my hips and tried to pull me back, to release me.
He was pulling me back against him and awkwardly he got really hard, really quick.
My pussy was creaming, but I was a bit concerned now the situation was real.
No longer a fantasy of sly exposures, but being stuck in a compromising position, with my back end exposed unable to move, wearing no knickers, with a man I had teased for months.
Seeing my naked thighs, he started taking his opportunity to keep pulling me against him, and my long dress was getting a touch higher and ripping each time.
I could feel the air on my legs as I slowly became more and more exposed, and I could feel his huge presence, pressing hard against me.
He knew what he was doing to me.
I was on my hands and knees, stuck in the cupboard door, my bum in the air, my dress in tatters and wearing no panties…..the obvious was about to happen.
It went quiet, so I looked underneath me, through my legs, and I could see he had now stood up.
I heard a zip and saw his belt buckle hit the floor, and he positioned himself on his knees behind me again.
He said, “I think you know what we’re going to do now.”
I started to protest, telling him to stop, that I was the manager etc, but I knew it was
no good trying to convince him, I’d teased him for months, he’d just done the same to me and he had caught me looking.
Guilty as charged.
He lifted my torn dress up and over my thighs, and he can see I’m knickerless.
My damp swollen pussy lips are visible and I attempt to offer some excuses of also spilling drinks etc, but he just smacks my arse hard making me yelp and then shuffles forward.
I feel his penis pressing upwards behind my bum cheeks, and his balls are resting against me.
I’m having butterflies in my stomach, and could either cum or cry at this moment, and depending on the next few minutes it could be either.
There were no words exchanged, just his laboured breathing.
He spreads my bum cheeks wide with both hands, so my wet pussy lips are exposed, and he lined his over sized cock up with my pussy.
Gently shuffling forward he entered me with the thick head and I gasp loudly at the electric feelings and the stretch it brings.
He finally spoke to say he saw me looking at him when he got changed, and that I was looking at his cock.
He also said I’ve teased him for months and flashed him my boobs and even my pussy, and that this is what we both wanted really.
He was trying to justify fucking me to himself.
I told him that wasn’t true, and I have a lovely partner and don’t need anyone else, and if we stop now we can forget all about it.
Slowly he slid another few inches of his girth into me, and just rocked it backwards and forwards.
Within 30 seconds I knew I was about to cum. He knew this too.
He deliberately pulled his cock out and held it away from me.
I wiggled my back end around, trying to find it again, but I never made contact.
I desperately wanted to cum and he was just teasing me now.
I resigned and said, “Just put it back in you bastard. ”
He said, “only if you ask me to”, and he slowly inserted the tip again.
I wanted to really cum now, and his cock was much bigger than what I was used to receiving, so it was providing me with a new throb and stretch.
I’d cum twice in the ladies earlier so this wouldn’t take long.
Slowly and surely he sawed his cock in and out, but only about 2 inches each time.
I was coating his cock with my juices, which were now flowing freely.
He commented on how tight my pussy felt on his cock, and also asked if he was larger than my partner.
I respectfully ignored that question, but he laboured it again, and stopped his thrusting.
He asked it again for a 3rd time.
I hated this, but I needed to cum so badly, so I told him what he wanted to hear, that he was bigger and thicker than my partner.
Hearing this, he gripped my hips hard and brutally rammed the full length of his 8″ cock into me.
I screamed out at the fullness, and the pleasure it brought. I was seeing stars.
His girth made me cum immediately and I squirted a bit of girl cum and wet his legs.
He pulls slowly out and slowly goes back and forth, stretching and dragging my pussy lips in and out with each full depth thrust.
His quickness increases and he fucks my tightness hard and merciless for about 5 minutes, and I noisily came twice more on his cock, before he pulled out and ejaculated over my pussy lips and bum cheeks.
Once I slowly come down from my excitement i asked him for some help getting out.
He sneakily unhooked my dress from an old screw sticking out of the door frame, and I’m able to move backwards very easily and climb out, brushing down my dress.
He later confessed to seeing it stuck on the screw when I first crawled into the cupboard.
I scurried back to my office, grabbed my panties from my locker and stepped into them, soaking up our cum, before leaving early for home with a wonderful feeling in my pussy – but a guilty feeling in my stomach.
I wanted to be home earlier than my partner and be showered and remove any evidence of the day.
Pulling up to the driveway I can see he is home, and as usual he is pleased to see me.
I tried to evade his usual pussy eating ritual and have a shower first etc, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and sat me in a chair and started to kiss his way up my thighs to my soaked knickers.
He kissed those and licked me from outside, telling me he could taste my juices before removing them and burying his face into my pussy and tonguing me to an amazing orgasm.
I was very paranoid incase he knew what had gone on, or if he could tell I’d been fucked only half an hour before, but he never mentioned anything about the taste or smell of semen. Thank goodness.
We had sex after this and I was so wet there wasn’t much friction at all.
I passed this off by complimenting him on his pussy licking skills and that I’ve been horny for him all day.
This was partly true, but had likely something to do with the fucking I’d just received.
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