by T West
Her cubicle was situated at the far end of the open office layout. She liked that she had no one to her back and she could survey the rest of the office. After one of the other assistants had quit she had been the first to shove her belongings into this space. It was covered, the bosses couldn’t just peer over one’s shoulder in this location. Not that they would ever catch her slacking off, but, in her mind, there was nothing worse than someone peering at her word processor as she drafted a memo or a news release.
The project for the day was a design. She had her work spread across both screens, deftly wielding the design pencil back and forth across the tablet input. When she had learned how the technology worked in school she had thought it was a little like magic, that every time she touched the stylus to the pad she was making magic herself. The logo for the client was really coming together, even if Becky said so herself. There were just a few steps to go. She would need a mock up sooner or later.
From her privileged position she had a pretty decent view of the printer in the copy room. Occasionally, someone would shut the door in order to use the spare office phone next to the scanner, but the vast majority of the time it was open and she could see her co-workers standing at the oversized machine as it belched out page after page of copy. It had been an endless stream today. One of the new interns had spent over an hour and a half with a print job that had to have been 3,000 pages. The kid’s troubles had been exacerbated when he had to take the large stack of paper to the long table. He must have forgotten to turn on the collate. Becky felt for him, she’d made that mistake once herself. She really hoped that wasn’t why she was still an executive assistant and not a designer. If the intern kid was any indication, everyone forgot to turn on the collate at least once in their lives.
She decided to wait until lunch so that she would have the copy room to herself. She wanted to run the logo through several different options and maybe see what she could do with some manual rendering before scanning it back into digital.
The second the minute hand ticked, changing the time on the wall clock from 11:59 to 12:00, the vast majority of the office cleared out. They were headed to the break rooms on the floors below or out into the daylight of the city, pounding their way across the pavement to the promise of a meal.
Granola bar in hand, Becky hit print, sending several copies towards the big printer. She got up from her desk, stretching her arms over her head until her spine crackled with release. The design had drawn her in and she hadn’t even realized she’d been hunched over her tools for the entire morning until now. She would need to go to the gym or something after work in order to work the kinks out of her back.
She expected the logo to be sitting in the feed tray by the time she had walked into the copy room, but it was empty. Becky looked straight at the panel of the big copier, her heart sinking with the ominous blinking of a red light. A paper jam. Wonderful, Becky thought, annoyance flowing into her body. There was an unspoken rule in the office - if an unlucky individual found the printer jammed it was up to the finder to remedy the situation. Becky had the sneaking suspicion that someone else had ignored this rule long before she had hit print. Sighing, she pulled off her suit jacket and got down on her hands and knees to pull the front cover off the giant behemoth of a printing device in order to find the source of the jam.
It took a good ten minutes and she’d accidentally rubbed her hands up against the ink blotter, smearing her hands with black ink. Just to see, she checked the print queue. Her earlier hunch had been correct - someone over five print jobs ago had denied the rule, as had the subsequent printers who had tried to pass the buck. She rubbed a hand through her hair, completely forgetting about the ink and settled in to wait for her job to come out. So much for having the copy room to herself over lunch.
As she leaned against the counter that ran alongside one wall of the room she remembered something. One time she had sent a print to the wrong office on the floor above. There were far fewer people on that floor so the printer was rarely in use. She walked back across the vacant office and went to her computer, trying to remember the print path for that machine. Aha! There it was. She clicked print and headed for the stairs. Even if everyone came back from lunch it would still be quiet.
Her footsteps rang in the echo chamber of the stairwell and for a moment she thought the door to the next floor was locked. She shoved and heard something clunk on the other side. Someone had left a rolling cart too close to the door, but Becky was able to squeeze through the space she managed to create.
The offices up here felt sparse. The company employees on this floor often traveled, making deals and sales all over the world. Becky didn’t know very many of them, since they never seemed to be around for the large office parties or events that would occur now and again.
In the upstairs print room, her papers were slowly appearing for her at the printer. She picked up the first page and turned around quickly, not realizing until it was too late that someone was standing right behind her. The impact knocked the large man back a step, but sent Becky practically falling onto the printer.
“I’m sorry.” Becky said, trying to pick herself up while taking in the man’s big frame and intense look. She recognized the man, and remembered hearing that his name was Jock, although they had never actually spoken before.
Trying to make a bad situation better, Becky composed herself, turning away from the man and reaching out to grab the next few pages that had appeared.
“You’re not supposed to be up here, y’know.” Said Jock from over her shoulder, his voice sounding deep and stern.
Becky was flummoxed for a moment. “Ummm... I know. I just... the printer downstairs was jammed, and...”
Suddenly, she felt Jock's strong arms embrace her from behind, comforting and caressing her. Although taken by surprise, Becky moved her head to one side and smiled, thanking Jock for the gesture. She loved being in the moment, experiencing the feeling of being held and hugged without asking. The warmth from Jock’s barrel chest behind her radiated into her back, and she felt tingling excitement creep down her spine.
Sensing that Becky was enjoying herself, Jock went one step further and craned his head forward to press his soft lips against the nape of her neck. A pleasurable sigh escaped her lips, as she raised her hand and reached behind her to stroke the back of Jock’s head, encouraging him to continue. Jock seized the opportunity, kissing her neck up and down. He gently tweaked Becky’s nipple through her shirt. His fingers flicked her nipples from left to right causing the cotton to ruffle, and Becky’s deep sigh turned into a low moan as she pressed her hips backwards, pushing her ass into the long hard shape that was forming in Jock’s slacks.
Becky turned to face him and leaned against the side on the printer. Jock stepped between her open thighs, reached out and brushed her fringe out of her eyes. Their arms naturally reached around to hold each other as Becky rested her weight against the large machine, inviting him to get closer. Jock's hands wandered, tracing up and down the contours of her slim young body.
His hands continued to roam. He undid Becky’s office trousers and pulled them down to just below her butt, revealing her white panties. Jock kissed his way all the way down to the top of her underwear. Holding her trousers with both hands he pulled them all the way down and off, tossing them to the floor. He could feel her warmth radiate as he tenderly kissed her pink thighs, Becky opening her legs further. The bulge in Jock's slacks grew even more, keen to get the young office girl butt naked.
He turned her around and slipped down her tight panties. His eyes widened as he got a full view of her pert, cute ass. He reached forward and traced his finger up and down the crack, parting the globes slightly to get a look at the tight, pink hole. He ran the tip of his finger over the hole, softly rubbing it.
He slid a big digit into her pussy from behind, and proceeded to finger-bang her. The walls of Becky’s passage gripped him intensely, as she started to rock her hips rhythmically in time with
the fingering. Jock withdrew his finger and lifted it to his own lips. A string of see-through love-juice dripped from his lips to the tip of his finger as Becky’s cheeks clenched before him.
Abruptly, the door swung open.
In walked Dave. Becky’s jaw dropped as she recognized him instantly. She had seen him on a night out at the local bar and had noticed him checking her out repeatedly that evening. He had a dominant presence about him as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was similar in stature to Jock with broad shoulders, and straightaway he took off his suit jacket and plonked it down on a chair.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone else to walk in here...” Becky said to Jock.
“It’s not a problem, is it?” Jock asked her.
“Erm... I suppose not,” Becky said. Realizing that her ass was fully exposed to Dave, she blushed, closing her legs in a feeble attempt to hide herself.
“Don't be silly, girl,” Jock said. “Dave doesn’t have a problem with this. Do you, Dave?”
With her nerves on edge and her arousal heightening, Becky decided that more than anything she wanted to show Jock a good time, and if Dave was here too, then all the better. Jock unzipped and pulled down his slacks and boxers revealing his huge, hung cock.
“Bend over the printer, girl. Big Dave will give you what you need.” Said Jock.
Realizing that she probably didn’t have much say in the matter, she bent over the printer, her bare butt cheeks ready and waiting. Jock sat down on a chair, facing her.
Becky heard a rummaging from behind her. Dave undid his trousers and dropped them along with his briefs to reveal his member which was, amazingly, even bigger than Jock's.
Dave got into position, standing behind Becky and lining up his throbber with her entrance. He pressed himself up against her pussy, and pushed his way inside. He was more than she was used to, and she cried out as her heart pounded with each quickening breath. Seated, Jock’s cock was up in the air while his hand gripped his shaft, rubbing it up and down and watching the action unfold.
“He’s a big boy, isn’t he Becky? I bet that feels so good. How badly do you need it?” Jock's words increased her arousal no end, and she pushed her butt up and out, begging for deeper penetration.
Dave didn’t need any more encouragement than that, and he rammed his tool forward, shafting the young office girl with his huge cock. He went balls deep, causing her to yell out loudly as her eyes watered. Totally stretched, she glanced over at Jock, as Dave began to plow in and out of her, steadying himself with his hands on the edge of the printer as he impaled her hard. Jock's eyes were fixed intensely on the pair as Dave’s balls banged against Becky’s cheeks, over and over again.
Getting slammed out-of-the-blue was too much for Becky to take and as her tits pressed up against the machine in front of her, she squirted down the length of Dave’s shaft. Her hand accidentally rested on the ‘Start’ button, and before she knew it, Jock was looking at a high-quality print-off of her fleshy cleavage. Withdrawing from her tight snatch, Dave sat down on the office floor with his cock sticking up in the air like a flagpole. Becky got on her hands and knees and opened her mouth, greedily sucking on the big head. She paid special attention to the balls which she sucked intently, one at a time.
Unbeknownst to Becky, Jock hopped off his chair. He began to fondle her ass, rubbing her pert cheeks. Her tight pucker winked at him welcomingly as his dick dripped a snail-trail of jizm into her crack. Jock stroked her cheeks and gave her a couple of firm spanks, sending waves of excitement up through her body. As Dave viewed this, his cock twitched in anticipation.
“Hey Dave, I think she’s really ready for you now. Ready to go!” Said Jock.
Breathing deeply, Dave got up and walked round the back of her, who was still on all fours. He placed a foot either side of her open legs, squatted down and pressed his cock up against her moist anus. Without any warning he pushed into her tight sphincter making her scream out in sweet agony. Jock was right behind, viewing the situation and he got a great view of Dave’s heavy balls bouncing off her as he drilled her repeatedly. Jock reached out and cupped Dave’s balls, giving them that extra bit of attention that he knew the big guy needed.
Slowly, Dave withdrew from her ass, with his cock throbbing and eager to shoot. He lay on his back next to Becky, who clambered aboard, letting the thick member enter her pussy. She bounced up and down energetically, eager to satisfy herself again. Seeing her butt cheeks rise and fall, Jock couldn’t help himself, and stroked himself over Becky’s ass, drizzling his pre-cum all over her cheeks as the young office girl rode, hard and fast.
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Oh god... someone else?!” Gasped Becky.
“Don’t worry,” said Jock. “It’s only Gary. I’m sure you’ve seen him around. He’s rather hard to miss.”
In walked Gary. He was even taller than Dave and Jock, with tanned skin and a mysterious vibe about him. Viewing the hardcore action that was taking place on the floor, Gary wasted little time in shutting the door behind him and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his huge chest. He undid his work slacks, which he dropped to the floor along with his red boxers. His cock stood up, erect and foreboding.
“Holy fuck!” gasped Becky as she continued to bounce up and down.
Gary stepped forward, nudging the huge head of his cock up against Becky’s cheek. Becky instinctively knew what she needed to do. She opened her mouth and moved her head slightly to one side, capturing Gary’s cock between her lips. She sucked on the head thirstily, bobbing her head up and down as she continued to get nailed.
Generously, Gary lowered his stance, allowing her to slip more of the meat between her stretched-out lips. From his view-point from below, Dave could see Gary’s crack as his balls hung down, full and ready. Gary bucked his hips back and forth in pendulous motions. Having two of her holes filled at the same time on a normal work day was an experience that was more incredible than anything Becky had anticipated.
Suddenly, she felt Dave’s balls tighten beneath her as she heard Jock moan out from over her shoulder. With one more hand-pump, Jock couldn't hold it and he let himself cum, firing his seed all over Becky’s ass cheeks. Dave’s balls drew up and he also shot his load, shooting his cream right up into her pussy. Her lips sucked hungrily on Gary’s huge dick, keen to make him reach the finish line too.
Gary cradled his own balls, and he gave a deep, guttural roar as he came, releasing his semen just as Becky took her lips off the head, spraying his load all over her face. She tried to consume as much as she could, but most of it splashed down her front and dripped onto Dave’s face beneath.
Jock zipped up as Dave slipped out of Becky, while Gary drained the last drop of his jizz onto the floor.
Becky blushed as she licked her lips with a face full of cum, as she knew she had been given an amazing gift. A gift she had always wanted.
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DEPARTMENT STORE POUNDING
By
Tess West
N ikki scanned the racks at the department store. Word at the office was that there was going to be a promotion, and Nikki planned on getting it. A new suit and some pricy shirts would certainly draw some attention to her. She had been with the company for five years, she was ready for management. She had come to the store on impulse, and knew it was late. She had practically heard the groans of the store employees as she’d headed towards the ladies’ office suits.
She gathered an armful of five outfits and went into the dressing room. The dressing room was narrow, five stalls branching off from the hallway. Nikki ducked into the one on the very end, taking the largest space. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, taking in her thin frame and trim waist. She ran a hand through her hair and began to unbutton her shirt as she stepped out of her clothes. She draped them over a chair and grabbed the first hanger. She pulled the outfit on, the polyester sliding across her skin. The shirt was dark blue and offset her hair and gray eyes. She
pulled on the chocolate brown trousers and examined the effect. She turned back and forth, looking at the cut of the suit. She held the jacket over her shoulder like a runway model. Not bad, she thought. However, it wasn’t perfect.
Nikki began on suit number two, gray trousers and jacket with a black dress shirt. She was halfway out of it when she heard footsteps walking directly down the hallway. Perhaps it was another patron trying on something at the last minute.
A loudspeaker crackled to life overhead. “The store is closing in ten minutes, please gather your purchases and come to the register.”
Nikki sighed, but was determined to try on the remaining three outfits. One of them was going to be right, she was sure of it. She would be crisp and stunning when she accepted her promotion. Besides, she used to work in retail, and knew it was normal to have a few transactions after store closing.
The footsteps returned when she was putting on the trousers for suit number three. The sound stopped outside of her dressing room, and fell silent. Nikki kept dressing, forgetting about the footsteps. A throat clearing nearby startled her out of her examination of the way the black pinstripe trousers hugged her thighs and backside. The cough was followed by a knock on the door.