Big City Quest

8

I wear my hair in a tight bun, don a grey tweed business suit, knee length skirt, white blouse. I arrive at the law office; a petite, Asian woman, a beauty, likely 25, a white shirt and mid-thigh black skirt; long, straight, black hair is unlocking the door, she enters and holds the door for me.

"Good morning, I'm Bridgette." I smile at her.

"Yes Bridgette, welcome to Gransworth and Barnes," a genuine warm greeting smile, pleasant voice.

"I'm Yuina, the receptionist, follow me please." She leads me behind the reception desk, shows me to a desk on the left; in an open area with 3 other desks, a view of the city out of the 7th story. First room beyond this is a restroom. Across from this area is a large conference room and 2 smaller meeting rooms. Down a corridor is several offices and an executive washroom.

"Ms. Holmes is the secretary for the 3 of you. I'll let them introduce themselves when they arrive."

A mid 30's gal, short brown hair, cute round face; average mom body, about 10 lbs. overweight, is next to arrive. Grey sweater and long grey skirt; a pleasant.

"Hello, I'm Pam Holmes, I'm your gopher/secretary; I understand you'll be doing mainly research, I'm here to type and photocopy, retrieve files, fetch coffee, etc." She seems bubbly, friendly.

A guy likely 50, arrives, he is much overweight, poor fitting blue suit, scruffy black shoes.

"I'm Jim, researcher, computer analyst." Hardly any eye contact, he grunts as he falls into a chair at the far desk.

Then, quite the opposite, a well-groomed blonde mid 20's, athletic 5'7" tailored brown suit, a bit too much cologne, extends his hand.

"You must be Bridgette; I'm Doug, we heard they hired someone, but wow, no one warned us we'd need fans to get work done, damn girl you're hot. I'm gonna need blinders to stay focused on my files."

"Thanks Doug, pleasure to meet you." I smile as we shake hands.

As I open a folder and start my data entry; small talk reveals Pam's husband is Bob, a pilot, they have a 3-year-old girl.

Jim and Wendy have 2, a boy in high school a girl in grade 7.

Doug is single and definitely flirting with me.

An absolutely stunning blonde strolls past, heads to the back offices, ignoring us. Best description would be 'that artist's drawing of the sexy teacher, long wavy hair, oversized pear-shaped breasts, tiny waist and long perfect legs.'

She's wearing a white blouse, it's not a see through, but has enough buttons undone it's obvious she has a lacy black bra. Short black skirt, black silk stockings and red stilettos, not ideal attire for a law office but, she wears it very well.

Pam notices me staring.

"That's Jessica, Mr. Gransworth's personal assistant, arrogant, knows she's a knockout, and loves to flaunt her superiority; I doubt she knows our names."

During coffee break Pam and I hit it off, like we've been besties for years; she invites me to lunch with her.

"I'd like that, but a rain check; today, I'm gonna stay and double check my work. First day jitters." I chuckle.

By 12:05, the place is eerily quiet, seemingly abandoned, I can hear the overhead fluorescent lights humming.

I believe I'm the only one here.

I decide to take a few minutes and explore, I make my way down the hall toward the partners offices; I see the restroom door marked 'EXECUTIVE' in gold script lettering. Curiosity overtakes me and I enter, it's very posh, walnut wood wainscotting, fancy gold embossed red wallpaper, marble countertops, gold faucets and taps, linen towels by the sinks, not paper towels. Inquisitive, if the toilet paper is different, I enter the farthest stall. Nothing special, I hike my skirt and pee, my imagination activates, thinking of me becoming a partner and having a sexy assistant like Jessica to arouse me, or should I have a hunk like Doug.

I wipe, the paper does feels softer, I linger a little extra, take another wad and wipe again, my eyes close, Mmmm, my fingers slide along the edge of my wet lips. Thinking of Jessica and Doug as my assistants, my fingers separate my labia, I squeeze a breast.

I hear the door open, snapping me to the realization I'm not supposed to be in here, I lift my feet. I hear a man's voice and a woman giggles. I peer through the gap in the corner of the stall, it's Jessica, but I can't see who else, a grey suit, his back is to me.

"Oh, you're naughty; I miss time with you, I get so horny on the weekends without your hard cock. I used my dildo Saturday and recorded it for you."

{'Oh, that's a great idea.'}

I open my phone and position it in the crack of the wall, so I get a good side shot of them; start recording.

He is fucking her from behind, her hands on the sink counter, he's holding her dress up, has her thong pulled to the side, his hands holding her hips. His long strokes quicken, as they both make grunting noises.

"Bend over further Jess, you're so sexy, I'm cumming. UUUUGHHH." He grunts loudly, she moans. He steps back and grabs a towel. Aha, it's William Gransworth, our boss; he wipes his swollen member; tosses the towel into the basket. Lifts his trousers, zips them up.

{'Geezuz, I'll for sure be fired if I'm caught.'}

"Let's get a hotel room, your cock has me spellbound, I need more than these daily quickies in here. I want more Bill; a weekend, an overnight, even just an afternoon, Please Bill." She has her arms around his neck, her skirt has fallen into place.

He gives her a kiss, says nothing and leaves. She enters the stall beside me, a rustling, a deep sigh, or groan, pee tinkling. Then barely above a whisper, talking to herself, I'm still recording.

"Damn, he has such a great cock, if he didn't cum so fast, I'd get some satisfaction."

I sit listening to her masturbate. I consider joining her. I'd love to satisfy that gorgeous body.

{Gawd, I can imagine how delicious she tastes.'}

Listening to her fingers squishing in her pussy; I'm extremely horny again, I was fantasizing about her; so close to cumming when they arrived, killing the vibe.

I'm extremely nervous, waiting several minutes after she leaves before cautiously opening the door and go to our restroom to get myself off. I cum fast; thinking of Jessica and I in a 69. Resting several moments before composing myself and get back to my desk, I greet the staff as they return. We're involved in our work, occasional minor chit chat.

2:30, a 50ish distinguished looking lady arrives, elegantly dressed. Brunette hair done up in a bun. A light tan, soft fabric, suit coat, a pale-yellow blouse, her large bosom expanding the buttonholes; one gap shows a red bra peeking. A mid-thigh pleated cream-colored skirt. Matching cream high heels.

"Mrs. Gransworth," Pam whispers.

"Hmm, she's sexy, a MILF." I chuckle. Pam giggles.

"I need to deliver a folder to Mr. Barnes." I stand and pick up a folder. I know his office is beside Mr. Gransworth's; I could have Pam take the folder, but curiosity prevails, I follow the swaying hips of Mrs. Gransworth; as I approach the executive offices, Jessica enters the 'Executive' restroom. I drop the file on Barnes's desk as he's not there, as I retreat, Mrs. Gransworth enters the exec's restroom.

{'ODD', my suspicious curiosity again, my Spidey senses tingling.}

I look around there is no one able to see me, I'm new here, I can get away with accidently entering the wrong bathroom; it's different than being caught squatting in there.

I silently enter; Jessica's stilettos are facing towards the back of the stall; I turn on my phone recorder and stealthily approach the stall, my heart pounding. I align my camera lens in the gap in the stall, to view a clear picture; Mrs. Gransworth is sitting on the toilet tank, her blouse open, bra lifted above her tits, skirt around her waist, knees wide, touching the stall walls, her fingers in Jessica's hair. Jessica's fingers twisting her elongated, dark nipples, Jessica's head is bobbing in her crotch.

"Jessica, I enjoy your talented tongue so much, Bill and I haven't had sex for years." She moans.

"Oh, gawd yes, I like that, mmmmm. Oh Jess, yes right there, yesss ooooohhh yeesss." Her head falls back against the wall.

"Oh, thank you. Let's trade positions, so I can get you off, I love the taste of your sweet pussy."

"It's ok Delilah, I fingered myself at lunch, I couldn't wait, I get so horny thinking of you." Jessica stands.

Mrs. Gransworth readjusts her bra and buttons her blouse.

"I booked the hotel room again for your scheduled doctor appointment, we'll order in and spend the whole afternoon satisfying one another." She holds Jessica's face, kisses her full on the mouth, sharing tongues, licking her pussy soaked lips.

"I'll be fantasizing about you until then." Jessica wipes her mouth with a wad of toilet paper, tosses it in and flushes.

I quickly leave. Back at my desk, I ponder what to do with these explicit, pornographic, incriminating, recordings with Jessica, my boss, his wife.

I spend my coffee break time placing an order for groceries to start making meals, requesting Max to deliver them after supper, maybe 6:30ish.

9

We have Greek food delivered for supper; I tell Rachel I ordered groceries to start making meals. Rachel is civil, not as sweet, or responsive as before the museum episode, but she listened to my stories about work. I share the video with the boss's wife and Jessica, hoping to stir some emotions, maybe stimulate some conversation.

She answers a text.

"Max is on his way up; I am going for a soak in the tub."

Rachel takes a fresh bottle of wine and a glass with her.

Max is a tall, thin, gangly, mid 20's fellow, dark ruffled hair, needing a shave. Wearing a muscle shirt, with clearly no muscles to show, thin spindly arms. The only thing missing to complete the true geek look, is a pair of black glasses with white tape holding the broken bridge together. I fight back a chuckle; however, I'm mesmerized by his member clearly outlined in his too tight, two sizes too small, dark shorts; it's at least 8", nearly protruding beyond the lower edge of the fabric. He catches my gaze, sets the bags on the island counter, removing items. I instinctively start putting stuff away. I bend to put something in the lower part of the fridge. Smack, he strikes my bottom, I bolt upright.

"Nice ass, I couldn't resist." He smirks. I didn't mind, yesterday Sarah introduced me to the pleasure of pain. Holding an English cucumber in front of his shorts, he strokes it like a cock.

"Want this in the bedroom for later, or right now bent over the counter; maybe you'd like a DP?" He holds it alongside his cock, they appear strikingly similar in size and length. I see the purplish tip of his dong peeking below the hem of his shorts, he's becoming aroused.

I smile, leaning back, placing my hands on the counter behind me.

"I'm too tight for something that big."

With a smirk, he steps in front of me slides the green veggie along my inner thigh, touching my camel toe; taps me, crude, but it affects me. I feel a twinge in my twat as I visualize a DP, a nice big cock in my cunt a green veggie impaled up my ass.

"Bridgette, you're very sexy, nice knockers, you must be promiscuous, or you wouldn't be living with Rachel." He pushes me against the counter, his thigh presses between my legs, his hand comes up under my blouse; his thin, bony, fingers wrap around my boob. I get a prevalent whiff of pungent, masculine body odor.

{'why is this dorky dude affecting me like this. Have I become a wanton slut, a willing sex maniac, lusting for any sordid sexual encounter to quench my newfound licentious behavior?'}

My mind says I should stop him, but my body responds, saying hurry, let him scratch my lecherous itch.

I gulp, unable to resist, his confident aggression, he nibbles my neck, rolls my nipples I'm feverishly aroused. He presses his leg hard against my genitals.

He steps away.

"Ok, where do you want it?" He asks.

With a puzzled expression I ask.

"Where, what?"

"This." He whips down his shorts, grasps my wrist, pulling my hand to his penis. My fingers wrap around the semi rigid muscle; it instantly expands with my touch. He grabs my hair and forces me to my knees.

"Suck me." His voice was commanding, I willingly obey.

Licking the underside, his dink springs to life, it bobs, pointing toward the ceiling; a full 9" erect, with an enormous, dark purple, mushroom shaped, bulbous head, twice the size one would expect on a body of his stature. If that's not unusual enough, it is bent, his cock has a profound upsweep. I grasp the base, lick the length of the underside; teasingly licking around the circumference of the corona; flicking the ridge, tracing the sperm tube. Both my hands don't cover its length. I struggle to get the large head into my mouth; I give up and twist and pull the huge shaft with my fingers. He lifts me by my hair, pushes my butt to the island, clutches my blouse and rips it open, popping buttons, they bounce on the floor, burying his face between my boobs, his scratchy beard on my tender flesh.

"Brrbbrrbbbbrb." He squishes my boobs together, motorboats, wiggling his face from side to side. Pushing his tongue flat against my areole, moving side to side across my hard nipples. His hands slink around and cling to my buns, kneading them, his boney fingers digging into my puffy flesh.

"You have a tremendous ass; it feels like it's asking to be thoroughly fucked." I cringe at the thought of this huge prick piercing, stretching my butthole.

"Geezuz, Max, no way, I don't know if my cunt is capable of that monster, I'm sure my ass isn't."

He steps back, slaps my tit, that familiar titillating twinge Sarah introduced me to.

"Strip." I push down my jeans; he seizes my shoulders and shoves me against the counter, forcing his rigid rod against my vulva.

I brace myself, my hands behind me on the counter.

"You like it rough?" Not waiting for a reply, he pinches my nipples, twisting them as he tugs, stretching them outward.

"A little, I'm ok with some spanking, and pinching, but if you hurt me, I'll castrate you." Raising my eyebrows and squeezing his balls; to emphasize my words.

I wiggle his enormous tip up and down my sopping slit, arching my hips, rubbing my clit.

{I'm ready for him to fuck me, but I don't care for his aggression, he seems like he could easily lose control.'}

I decide to pace things.

"Oh Max, fuck me with that tremendous tool. You've got me so horny." I hop onto the counter and wrap my legs around his torso and my legs pull him to me; I guide him into me. Max's huge knob pops into my wet pussy. He moves slightly. The knob barely inside, his corona massages my vagina opening muscles; the area with the most nerve endings, creating an intense, thrilling sensation. He nudges the remainder of his dick into me. Slow, long strokes; it is extremely exhilarating. The large knob contacting my g spot in both directions, inserting and withdrawing.

"Oh, my gawd Max, that's an amazing cock."

Filling my cavity, the knob pressing against my slick walls. The tip contacts my cervix, as he begins rapid stroking. The loud squishing noises, add to my elevating excitement.

"Uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, Max, short strokes, only part way in, hit my magic spot, I want your enormous bulge to pummel my g spot." He complies, bending his knees slightly, angling upward, withdrawing unhurriedly then briskly jerking, jabbing hard against my most sensitive button. His left-hand tweaking, tugging, twisting my nips, his right comes down to pinch my tiny nub.

"Oh yes, yes, like that; oh, my gawd yes, Max, you're awesome. Such a grand tool. Uh, uh, uhng, ungh, oh my gawd, I luuuu-uuvv it."

Max squeezes my chest orbs, twisting, tugging, tweaks the pointy nipples, my core ablaze with pleasure, I fall back on the counter, my neck bent, watching that huge dick slide in and out.

"Fuuuuck, yes Max, right therrre, oh, my, uh, uh, uh, uhhnngg, OH MY GAWD."

I clench the edge of the counter.

"OOhhhh, right therrre, uh huh, mooorrre, uh huh; theerrrre it isss, MAAAAAAAAAAAAX"

I lunge my hips upwards, twerking, grunting, shivering,

"My GAAAAAWWWWD, MAAAAAAX" I shudder, a mind boggling, sensational orgasm. Max quickly flips me over; his hand pushing on the back of my neck; tits pressing on the cold surface. He spanks me harshly, several strikes on each cheek. I fear the threat of his long, crooked cock sodomizing me. Has he lost control?

He parts my cheeks and impales my arse with his thumb. The shock of the intrusion sends intense sensations throughout my body; and I vibrate with another spasmic orgasm.

"OHH, FUUUCK, YYAAAAHHHH!" I need to make sure he doesn't ram me.

"Careful there bucko, hurt me and I swear, you'll lose that precious prick. Lorena Bobbitt taught us how."

His thumb twists in my anus, he stands behind me and his large bulbous headed cock re-enters my gaping cunt.

With a fervent, frantic, incessant tempo, the unique shaft strokes my vagina, plunging relentlessly. Creating a torrential tsunami of overwhelming intensity; flowing from my toes to my hair and back again. Swirling as its electric charge bounces throughout, unleashing a sudden upsurge of intense pleasurable emotions, peaking, giving me another quivering orgasm in a roller coaster of multiples. Waves of sensuous delight, a multiple.

"Hoolllllllleeeeeee fuck Maaaaaaax you're aaaaaawwwwwwwwwesome."

I'm in a high-level state of exhilarating euphoria, relishing in the afterglow of erotic ecstasy, enjoying the several minutes of furious fucking as Max thrusts tumultuously towards his climax. Max repeatedly slaps my ass. Sensing his nearing ejaculation, I clinch my buttocks, tightening around his prick; he erupts, his hot sperm spurts into my cunt. Surprising me with another series of unstoppable crescendo of electric quivers rushing through me, my toes curl, I shake. I roll my hips, clenching my muscles, milking the remainder of his sticky juice from him.

Max thanks me; kisses me, pulls up his shorts and leaves. I'm standing, wishing for some cuddling, a hug, a kiss, anything intimate. I gather my clothes and go to Rachel in the tub.

"Did you get everything of Max's put away?" Rachel chuckles at her pun.

"Did he sodomize you?"

"Oh my god no, I couldn't get that large bulb in my ass." I gulp.

"Oh, you will, when that monstrous mushroom pops past your sphincter it's a scintillating sensation. He's my favorite DP partner." She sighs, finishing her wine, peering at me over the rim.

"Join me, a soaking is the perfect way for you to relax before bed." I settle into the oversize tub. Admiring Rachel's nude body.

"Why didn't you make any sexual advances toward me before the museum? I've been lusting for you."

"Relax, there's no rush." Rachel's toes are tickling my thighs.

"Are you aware of the story of the old bull training the young bull?" Pulling my feet onto her lap she massages my toes with her delicate fingers.

"No" I refill the wine glass, take a sip, pass it to her.

"Really, I'm sure it originated on a Kansas farm." She giggles and twists my big toe.

"Well, the 2 bulls are standing atop the hillside, several cows grazing on the fresh green grass in the meadow below. The young protégé excitedly babbles 'Let's run down there and breed a couple of them.' The old bull chewing on some fresh succulent grass looks over at the adolescent bull.

'Junior, we're the only bulls, we're penned in with them, they can't leave if they wanted too; why not meander down there and breed each and every one at our leisure?'

Rachel winks, blows me a kiss, takes a sip and passes the goblet back.

"Bridgette, I'm in no rush. I have several sex partners, I crave a partner for intelligent interaction, while I pamper and cosset you. I'll savor your exquisite, provocative, voluptuous body leisurely; for both our pleasure." She massages my feet and hamstrings.