6 comments/ 45631 views/ 17 favorites Office Sluts Ch. 01 By: sandymonroe Ch. 01: Lurking Around It is really cool to work at one of the best law firms of the world. Especially when you're young, enthusiastic and you're at least a bit interested in women. Because there are lots of them around here. They walk around here all day, bend over at the copy machine, they show their cleavage when they choose lunch at the cafeteria, and do stuff like that which make all the normal men crazy. Yes, it's good to work here at Walden, Inc. And of course it needs a lot of sacrifice, self-discipline, concentration, teamwork and other shit like that. I got here right after my graduation at the university. I was really happy with my average diploma and didn't really know what to do with myself in life. So I answered a lot of job ads and after a series of job interviews, I started to work here, at one of the biggest law firm's of the country. As every workplace, Walden, Inc. has its good and bad sides. It's good to work here because of the hot chicks, the relatively good salary and the chance of making independent decisions. But it's bad to work here because of the long and boring meetings, amateurish leaders and the horrible buffet. And there are the overtimes. Man, I hate them. There is nobody else in the whole building, everything is extinct, like in a bad horror movie. And my boss chose me on my first week to stay here after the working hours to wait for an e-mail from Japan. "We'll pay for every minute you spend here." he said after lunch, when I was planning my weekend already. "You just have to wait for the letter, print it, and stamp with our official stamp. Even an idiot could do it." Now that was nice. I decided to send him to hell on an anonymous ranting site. Then I loosened my tie and poured myself another coffee. As the afternoon went by, I got to be alone, soon. Everybody went home to spend quality time with their family or friends. Since I've been working here for a week only, I didn't know where to find stuff. The restroom on our floor had a break-down so I had to search for another for a long quarter hour. Everything was dark, all the other ones were at home, watching football, it was only me left here as a rookie and I had to wait for the official answer from our client in Japan. They think I've got nothing better to do... When I got back to my office, I sat into my office chair. With a daring idea, I took off my shoes, then stretched my legs. I leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes for a while. I thought over what is waiting for me at home: an empty fridge, a cold bed. If I consider it, it won't matter if I stay here for tonight. I was startled by high heels' knocks. I straightened up and took my shoes on. It was about time: my door opened and Bonnie stepped in. She was a black-haired, cute, sexy woman. I had been working at the office for only a week but I quickly found out the whole department got a thing about her. She just had to drop something onto the floor, the colleagues were almost fighting each other to give it back to her. We talked for a few times with each other, but I didn't think I was good enough for her, so I didn't really care. But now here she was, leaning to the door frame with gleaming eyes, and asked me in a trembling voice: "I can see you're still in, too... Do you want to see something interesting?" "What would that be?" I asked. I was hoping she will invite me to somewhere, ask for my number or something like that. Maybe she will use the good old "I need a little help" trick. "Come with me." she said. We stepped out to the dark hallway. I wanted to turn on the lights, to see where we are going, but Bonnie stopped me by holding my hand. "Don't turn it on, we don't want to scare them away." she whispered. "Who exactly?" I whispered as well, but Bonnie just flashed a smile and turned around. She led me through the maze of dark corridors. She stopped at a corner, took off her high heels and went along on her bare feet. I followed her in complete silence. There was a little hall after the corner, and a conference room behind a glass wall. That's where our staff meeting took place every week. Even I had to take part on these, although I have been considered as a trainee. There were exuberant tropical flowers and little palm trees in front of the glass wall - none of them originated from this clime but if the HR cames out with the idea that these have to grow in our offices, they won't spare any money. Bonnie took my hand again and pulled me among the palm trees. This way we could peep into the conference room between the palm leaves. A man was fucking a woman inside the conference room, on the elliptic table. The both of them still had their clothes on. They were doing it from behind. I stepped close to the glass wall very carefully, to get a better view. Bonnie tried to pull me back, but I didn't let her to do so, I pulled her beside me. The scene could have been from a kind of an old Playboy movie: the woman was bent over the table, her long blonde hair was spread on the table, her skirt was tucked up, her panties was on one of her legs, but she had both of her high heels on, of course. The man was dressed in a grey suit with his white shirt unbuttoned, his tie loosened, his pants on his ankles. He was fucking her with abandon from behind. The woman grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to herself by it. I could hear even their moans in the silence of the building. "He's got a really big cock.", Bonnie whispered to me, causing me to stir a bit. I don't know how she knew that because his clothes almost hid all of his body. Bonnie had probably seen this more than once before. I saw her watching the scene with sparkling eyes. She swallowed one, probably because her throat had gone dry. The man in the conference room leaned on the woman, and fucked her like a well-oiled machine. It was really exciting to watch, and I started to feel my arousal. The man grabbed her thighs, and gasped something in her ear, but I couldn't hear what. Her head bobbed as a nodding. The guy stopped, stepped back, took his cock in his hand - he really got a big one - and slapped her ass cheeks a few times with it. The woman was laughing, I could hear that even from here, at the other side of the glass wall. The man said something, like teasing her, slapped her ass cheeks with his cock again, then put it back, this time really slowly, and started to move inside her. "He just put it in her ass.", Bonnie said. I was looking at her questioning, so she continued: "I watched them some other times as well. A little suckie under the table, a little lickie on the table, then cowgirl, and at the end, from anal behind. They do it always the same way." she shrugged. "So you were peeping, right?" I whispered to her. She kinda blushed as I could see her face in the dim light, between the leaves of the palm tree. "Of course.", she said. Her hot breath was warming up my blood. "I wouldn't miss to see a good fucking like that..." The man started to really give it to the mystery woman. He fucked her ass really hard, both of them panted very loudly, the woman screamed. They probably thought they are alone in the building at this time of the evening. He straightened up, pulled her ass cheeks apart with his two hands and watch the view in delight. I could tell he really enjoyed his cock moving in and out between her round ass cheeks. Of course, this caused my groin to swell more, and I imagined myself behind the woman. The man released her, spanked her light brown ass cheeks hard, and fucked her harder, grabbing her hair with one hand, her breasts with the other, and pulling her close to himself. "This is really dirty." I whispered to Bonnie, whose eyes were sparkling like diamonds. "I think they stole these ideas from some kind of a porn movie." she answered but couldn't get her eyes from the view. "That's where people do it like that.. Especially at the end, just watch it!" They were panting really hard. The woman grabbed his neck from behind. They were moving like a couple who know each other well. The woman cried out, and as he would just have waited for it, penetrated her asshole deeply. She was trembling, cried out loud a few times, then fell on the desk. The light was really dim, but I could see both of them were covered in sweat. The man bent over her and slowly started to move inside her again. "That's my favourite part." Bonnie said, partly to herself. The woman seemed to come to life. She snapped away from the man, turned around, got on her knees before him. She grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off. The man hanged onto the table, enjoyed the fondling he got from her. She let his huge cock into her mouth for a few times, but didn't really work on it, just made it wet and slippery. She jerked it really hard, she seemed to know how to deal with it. And the man screamed loudly soon, trembled, and sprayed his juices on her face. She jerked it off for some more, but slightly smoothly, and held it above her breasts. That's where the next drops sprayed. Their white colour seemed to glisten in the dim light of the floor. Finally, she licked his cock thoroughly, made it clean with her wet tongue, and the man moaned like a really satisfied lion. While they were dressing up, I backed off from the plants. As I tried to adjust my pants to hide my erection, Bonnie spotted it and touched it gently through my fly. "I can see you liked it, too..." she said to me, then turned around and walked away. I still had a glance at her taking on her high heels, then she waved goodbye and disappeared. I hurried back to my office. I sat into my chair, leaned back and smiled. This is a good place, I thought, I will really enjoy working here. Office Sluts Ch. 02 Ch. 02: Team-building I was curious about the famous team-building. My colleagues were talking about a lot and sometimes we got an e-mail about the plans. I think they had tried to make us interested in the team-building so they gave us information about it little by little only. There was a poster in the elevator, showing who is in charge of the registrations. Of course, I sent my registration in a long time ago. I was wondering who can I get to know of these strangers who I work with. And I was hoping I can get to know Bonnie a bit better after the team-building itself, at the party. Who knows, maybe we'll get a special exercise together during the day... But nothing works out as you planned it. As I found out, the location of the team-bulding was a little camp in the mountains west from the city. Back in the old times, it was a student camp, but somebody bought it and remade it. He organised outings here for big companies like ours. There were a few timber houses around a lawn, and a big representative building made of bricks and glass, where we could get together to lunch or dinner. The team-building itself was a huge disappointment. The whole day was spent with idiotic things: we were searching in teams of five for some kind of hidden treasure in the woods, we had to solve lots of one-horse tasks, to find traces to it. I lost all my spirit when I had to dive into a wet, cold cavity of an old tree elbow deep - I'm no Indiana Jones, for heaven's sake! Later on, I got friends with two guys from the IT department, so we laughed on everything from then on. The leader of the team, sent by a professional team-building firm, almost got crazy at the end of the day. He promised us our bosses will know everything about our "attitude", as he said. But we were just laughing, since we were only a nickname in our neck, a nickname, which should "describe us." This was another of the team-builders' ideas. I was really glad when the night had come. I occupied an empty corner with my food. I was searching for Bonnie but I couldn't find her anywhere. During the evening, the managers told us how proud they are to be a member of our team, how good work we had done, how satisfied our clients are and so on. The beginning was sort of entertaining, but when they were telling us the same bullshit the twentieth time, I got bored and I didn't care any more. At least the food was good. I was eating the dessert when I saw Bonnie. She was sitting among her colleagues, with the other hot chicks from the real estate department, and they were really enjoying themselves. I figured out I will ask her somehow out for a little chit-chat. I ate my dessert, took my plates out and wanted to go to Bonnie but I bumped into Carl. He was an arrogant, grease-haired, tall but slim man. I never really liked him. "Hi, Scott, how's the food?" he asked. "Good, I guess," I said and tried to sidestep him, but he stopped me. "Do you want to have a little fun?" I saw in his eyes there is something going on. I checked the real estate girls above Carl's shoulders. I didn't see Bonnie there any more. "What is it about?" I asked a little disappointedly. "Come with me," he said and hurried out. We went around the building. Carl was behaving very mysteriously, he checked whether we are followed by someone and answered none of my questions. But he stopped at the pool: "Listen up, you're still new here so I thought I will put you up to this. You don't have to thank me, let's say I'm doin' you a favor. And when you will have to do a favor for me, you will remember what a good friend of yours I am, comprende?" I didn't like his Godfather take-off too much, but I nodded. He continued on his arrogant tone: "Do you know Helen? From the HR?" "The small, black-haired girl? Of course! She organized my job interview, when I came to the firm..." "Okay, okay..." Carl said, but didn't really listened to me, he was watching the surroundings behind us. "Listen, mate" he leaned to me like a conspirator from the middle ages. "Helen's got a... little strange obsession. At these kind of team-buildings she always hides into a room and welcomes a little group of insiders there." I was looking at him with a dumb expression on my face. "You don't get it, do you?" he tapped my chest. "She sucks off everybody! This gets her off! I don't know what is good in it for her, but she never lets anybody to do her anything, you can't even touch her breasts or her ass. It's a shame since she's got a real..." he showed me some round lines like he would grab Helen's ass. "She's got a really nice ass, for sure..." I admitted. "That's not the point! I work you in, you will have a nice evening. The first rule: you can't touch her, she really hates especially when you grab her head during the face-fucking. Just let her do her job. Now what do you think the second rule is?" "Er..." I was thinking. "Discretion?" "You will go very far, brother. This little adventure has to remain between us. Don't mention it to Helen at the office. You talk with her about the stock exchange or the weather. That's how she wants it, enough said. And we won't be fools to miss out a good little suckie like this, will be, mate?" He didn't even wait for the answer, took to the trees on a little pathway. I recalled Helen: she really was a very sexy girl. A little small, but her body was really neat, with nice, round breasts and ass. Just the way I liked it. I'd heard some rumours about her and the director but you don't have to believe everything they say. But now what Carl told me... Can this be true? Is she really a whore like this? I became interested. We walked to the furthest timber house. From the outside, it seemed abandoned. Carl checked the area again then we went inside. The ground floor was really quiet. There were some jackets lying around on the floor. Carl showed me the way on the stairs to the upper floor. There was a little corridor. Carl confidently opened a door. There was nice warm inside, the fire was burning in the fireplace, and that's where all the light came from. Helen was kneeling naked on a huge bear skin at the middle of the room, just as Carl promised to me. There were three guys standing around her, all of them from different departments. I barely knew them. Each of them had their cocks in their hands and they were waiting to be the next to be blown. Helen was sucking the man before her with eyes closed, in her very rhythmical, very routinal way. She let the cock out of her mouth once in a while, smiled, patted it playfully, like a little stick, then grabbed the ass of the guy and pulled him back between her beautiful lips. Aside of being naked, there were some traces of sperm listening between her breasts already. "She is really good," Carl smiled. "Come on, try it out!" He pushed me to the end of the short row. I watched for a while how Helen sucked a guy then like the others, I zipped out my trousers, and got my dick out. Two guys just finished in front of me, they sprayed their white jets on her tits and some fluids landed in her hair. The men stepped back, grabbed their clothes and hurried away. Only one guy remained and Carl behind me, but he already got his dick out and jerked it furiously. Helen pulled the guy deep into her mouth. The guy was moaning loudly and his knees went weak. I think Helen must have swallow every drop because when she let the cock out, there was just her saliva dripping from it. "Now that was juicy," she said, smiling. "Next!" The guy stumbled away, Helen moped her lips like a fighter after a match. I was next. Helen eyed me up and down. but I wasn't sure she recognised me. She pulled me closer to her by my knees, and gently let my cock between beautiful lips. She licked along the head of my cock, while stroking my cock down with her hand. It was really good to be in her hot little mouth, especially when she turned her tongue around my cock head. She let it gently deeper and deeper, sucking and licking it like a lollipop. When I was halfway in her mouth, she started bobbing on me. I let out a satisfied moan, she was doing it so well. Her wet tongue was moving quickly around my cock, her saliva was flowing wildly around my cock, down to my balls. Suddenly she let my cock out of her hot mouth and spanked her cheeks with it. Then grabbed it again and started to jerk it off. With her other hand, she smoothed out her hair from her face. She bent under my sack and licked my balls with her small tongue during the jerk-off. "She's a pro, right?" patted Carl my shoulder. What could I say? I enjoyed the girl's work on my cock without a sound. She swallowed my cock again, sucked it really hard, and when it was deep in her throat, she swallowed some more, to make the sucking feeling stronger. She was really a pro, the head of my cock touched the back of her throat once or twice. I enjoyed it very much. I would instinctively grab her hair to take her onto my cock, but I recalled what Carl had said before - no touchie! So I enjoyed the hardcore suckfest, moaned and sighed loudly and the girl was just sucking and sucking me off. And she did it really well! She lightly grabbed my balls, gently stroked them as they were plums, meanwhile her head solidly bobbed on my cock. I closed my eyes and let it go. My orgasm hit me like a shock, the sperm broke out in thick, hot, aching waves from my body inside Helen's eager mouth. She continued the sucking, but in a bit slower pace, she hardly touched the head of my cock, she licked it very slowly instead. She gently sucked every drop out of me and swallowed it all. When she let my throbbing cock out of her hot mouth, I could hardly stand on my own two feet. "It was juicy..." she giggled and fondled my cock with her palm. "Thanks..." I sighed. Some drops of sperm and saliva fall down on the bear leather beside her knees but neither of us cared about it. "Let me here," Carl said, and stepped to the girl. He didn't hesitate, quickly shoved his cock between Helen's lips and she started bobbing on him. I felt it's time to leave so I dressed up, and stumbled my way out, down the stairs. I sat down for a little bit and thought over what just happened to me. So this is Helen's obsession. Using Carl's words annoyed me a little bit but I didn't know how to say it otherways. And I had to admit, she was really good at it. If there is something like that at every team-building, it will worth coming to them.