This is a true story to share with all bros. Names of course has been changed to protect the privacy of all involved.
I worked in a large design firm running the resource centre. The resource centre was served by a glass entrance door & layout in 2 sections, an open section visible through the glass entrance door & a more secluded section with tall shelves of publication materials in between narrow aisles.
I had a female assistant, let’s call her Zanthia, a decent looking milf who has been with the company almost as long as me. As all working relationship go, this one also started off very platonically. But as time went by, we got comfortable with each other. Ours are not all paperwork & ocassionally we have to re-organise the materials reaching high shelves with a ladder. Sometimes when she was on the ladder, the gentleman that I am would held her steady by holding her hips lightly, initially just for a short while but later lingering longer & longer & the hold, firmer & firmer. In time to come, my hands would slipped down to the exposed flesh on her calves & caressing them slightly
. All this while, there was no objection on her part but I was still apprenhensive because I am her superior after all & she may be keeping quiet out of fear. Thus I treaded with caution & let nature & time take its course.
Good start, please continue… trying to conjure up a librarian’s face as I read this story. Hee hee…
I can anticipate it will be a juicy story. I have always have a fetish to bonk a gal inside a quiet library.
The cold air-con and the warm wet pussy.. (slurp..slurp.. drooling).
The aisles between the shelves are too narrow for 2 people & usually one of us will have to move out before the other can enter. One day, Zanthia was sorting some material amongst the shelves when I had to pass through. This time, instead of moving out, she gestured for me to squeeze through. So she leaned forward against the shelves & I with my back to hers, starting squeezing through to the other end. As I passed her, our buttocks rubbed against each other
. Soft & tender & blood started rushing to my head. She was still sorting her stuff when I was done & had to squeeze through to get out. This time, instead of leaning forward, she leaned back. I took this as an open invitation. Facing her, I took my time squeezing through. As I passed, I pushed out my pelvic area & she reciprocated. She must have felt my cock hardening because she started grinding against me
. I took this as consent & put my hands on her breast. I unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of her blouse & slipped my hands under her bra & started teasing her nipples & soon I could feel her nipples hardening. Our faces came together, our lips met & we started frenching. We sucked hard on each other tongues & then I started nibbling her lips moving towards her ears. I nibbled her ears & stick my tongue into her ear & soft moaning left her mouth. By now both my hands are on her butt cheeks pressing her hard against me. She started necking me & I was enjoying myself when suddenly we heard someone opening the door
. We quickly broke off & she pretended to carry on working in the aisle while I went out to check what whoever wanted. Thus ended our first liaison.
When I was tending to that somebody, Zanthia left the resource centre. When she came back, she told me that she was very wet & need to masturbate & relieved herself in the toilet. Hearing that, I also quickly went to the toilet to masturbate & because of the high state of arousal, exploded after a few strokes.
After that incident, we became bolder but more careful. Whenever we had the opportunity, we would sneak between the shelves. Zanthia would stand near the edge of the shelves so that she could keep an eye on the door. I would embrace her from behind & she would press her ass hard against my cock. One of my hands would slip under her blouse & her bra & played with her boobs, the other massaging her crotch. She would flip her hair aside & exposed her smooth nape for my necking. From her nape, I would eventually reach her ears, nibbled on her ear lobes & stick my tongue into her ears which I found she love. By now, there would be some smooth moaning & squirming on her part & we tried to synchronised grinding action. Soon she would reached behind her, unzipped my pants & slipped one hand under my underwear to stimulate my now rock hard cock. At the same time, she would raised the back of her skirt to allow me easier access to her smooth bums.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, we would switched position. Now, I’m at the edge of the shelves watching the door. Zanthia would embraced me from behind doing exactly what I did to her earlier. I would reach back with both hands & grabbed her hard against me. After a while & without me asking, she would hocked up her skirt & pulled down her undies to her knees & held one of my hands to her pussy. & boy was it wet. By feel, I tugged & pull at the labias & used my middle finger to rubbed along her clit & her squirming became progressively more aggressive. “Stick your finger inside” & I would gladly obliged. She would then guide me to her G spot by instructing me to go “Deeper”, “Higher”, “Harder” & would encourage me by telling me “Very nice” & “I don’t want you to stop”. Soon I could feel the familiar muscle spasm & her pussy constricting on my finger. As her orgasm subsided, she released me from her very firm grip & we would always end the action with what we called the “Lollipop”. After she comes, I would keep one or two fingers in her cunt & she would try to squeeze all her cunt juice onto it. I withdrew my very wet & sweet smelling fingers & licked them clean in front of her face. Zanthia seems to get a kick out of this & would reward me with a wet wet kiss.
Zanthia by nature was usually a simple & practical dresser, however she would sometimes dressed up for occasions. Once on the first working day after the Chinese New Year holiday, she came to work in a stunning red dress with a bow at the back. Although the front was cut conservatively, it was finished with a translucent materials revealing a slight cleavage. The cut also don’t allow the wearer to wear a bra & bra pads are stitched into the dress. Creamy flesh against the red dress, she looked like a virginal bride waiting in her bridal chamber for the bridegroom to deflower her. Saliva was coming out of my nose & blood from my mouth….. I mean saliva from my mouth & blood from my nose.
When the opportunity came, I cheekily asked her, “Can I open up this big hong pow?”
Zanthia caught my hint & teased, “You have been eyeing my cleavage since I stepped in. Open it & see whether I’m wearing red undies to match?” Blood almost rushes out of my seven openings. (needs bros to translate into mandarin for effect).
As it was the first working day after the Chinese New Year holidays, most of our colleagues were still on leave & the office was pretty quiet. I literally dragged her to the aisle. Once there, we started in our normal position with me embracing her from behind. Immediately, she pressed her ass hard against my cock & we grinded against each other in unison with my hands holding her hips. Her hair was bun up & I had a nice time necking her, nibbling her nape & shoulders.. I nibbled her ear lobes & stuck my tongue into her ears which I discovered she loved. After a while, I couldn’t stand it any longer & told her that I’m ready to open my hong pow. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward slightly & allowed me to loosen the bow. As the strands came loose, she flipped them over her shoulders to her front & the entire top of her dress dropped to her waist. Wowww, she was completely topless.
Zanthia shivered slightly because of the cold, pulled my face to her breasts & I immediately buried my face in the valley of her boops. Smooth cold breast against my warm face. Heaven! She was also wearing my favourite Jean Paul Gautier parfum & together with her natural scent, it was intoxicating. I started to work my lips & tongue all over her breast. As I licked, sucked & nibbled, I inevitably gave her a few love bites. Zanthia’s breasts weren’t very big & I sucked as much of it as I can into my mouth. My tongue teased her nipples & they got harder & harder & her moaning started. Involuntarily, she raised both her hands high behind her exposing her smooth hairless armpits. I loved her in this posture because with everything exposed to me, she looked so vulnerable. I licked from her nipples to her armpits then to her lips & we started some serious frenching. When we break for air, Zanthia looked me straight in the eyes & whispered, “Aren’t you going to see if I’m wearing red undies?”
Just in case we were interrupted & need to react quickly, I helped Zanthia to put her top back on. Then I positioned her at the edge of the shelves so that she can watch the door. Once that was done, I knelt down in front of her. Zanthia’s dress came to just below her knees & I raised it slowly like raising a flag savouring each & every inch of flesh with my mouth & tongue as they are exposed to me. As I went higher & closer to her crotch, Zanthia spreaded her legs wider & wider. Then I eventually hocked her dress up to her waist to reveal a pair of tiny high-cut panty. True to her words, they were as red as her dress. The narrow strip of panty was only able to hide her vagina slit exposing surrounding mould of soft succulent flesh with some pubic hair. I intentionally left the panty in its place & feasted myself on those flesh. Then I turned her around & removed her panty completely to be greeted by two soft rounded ass cheeks. I sniffed along the ass crack to inhale her wonderful scent & planted kisses all over her ass cheeks. Then I turned her around again & this time, I could see droplets of her cunt juice on her pubic hair. Not wanting them to go to waste, I licked them all up. Zanthia was now standing with her legs wide open & I asked her to pulled her labia apart with her fingers. I licked along her vagina slit & used my lips to bite & pull her labia. I dragged my tongue along her vagina slit from the bottom near her ass hole up to her clit. As I passed her cunt, I would stuck my tongue inside & when I’m at her clit, I would twirled my tongue around it. The moaning now came in waves & suddenly, her knees buckled slightly & her body trembled. She grabbed my hair & pulled my head to her crotch. I knew she was coming & covered her pussy with my mouth, tongue flicking over her clit. Zanthia let out a muffled scream, squirmed uncontrollably, orgased & smeared her cunt juice all over my face.
I was not done with her but I gave her some time to recover. I stood up & moved behind her. Zanthia was still panting slightly & still highly aroused. I asked her to lean forward slightly & rest one of her legs on a low shelf to enable easy access for me. With her dress still hocked around her waist, I penetrated her in standing doggie position. Penetration was smooth & easy as Zanthia’s pussy was still wet, her cunt warm & tight. We started by grinding with me deep inside her, her circular grinding movement encouraging to work her harder. My crotch was wet with her cunt juice & the sexy musky smell was filling the room. I started pumping away & the verbal encouragement came. “Aarrraghh… nice very nice” & I thrusted deeper. “Hmmm… I love it … don’t stop” & I pumped faster. & then the now familiar squirming again. Zanthia was gripping the shelves tightly & I held her hips firm, pulled her back against me & buried my cock as deep as I can in her cunt. She came as her cunt muscle tighten & gripped my cock & I remained still to let her feel my cock inside her. When her vagina muscle spasm subsided, I gave her a few violent thrusts & as I felt myself coming, I withdraw my cock & spurted a copious amount of cum at cunt entrance. Finally, I took her hand & smeared my cum all over her pussy & also around her asshole & we both collapse in tired satisfaction.
Cleaning up was a different matter altogether but fortunately Zanthia had a box of wet tissue which we used up completely. However, the next day when the cleaner lady came to vacuum the place, she complained of a weird smell. Zanthia & I looked at each other & smile guilty.
It had to happen. No, Zanthia didn’t get pregnant. Let me continue.
Because of the high shelves, we had a ladder in the resource centre, those sturdy “A-frame” type with wide treads which you can climb safely & sit quite comfortably. I never expected it to become so useful.
Once there was a request to retrieve some old files which are normally store on the high shelves. As I was in the middle of something, Zanthia tended to it. When I was done, Zanthia was still in the aisle & so I went in to assist her. She was standing on one of the higher steps of the ladder wearing a long flowing dress that flared generously from the waist. I noticed that standing at that level, her pussy was conveniently at my mouth level. I moved closely, held her thighs & pressed my face into her crotch. Warm & seductively musky. Zanthia was mildly shocked but reacted positively by holding my head & pressed my face firmly into her crotch. Sensing her arousal, I flipped her dress over my head & came face to face with a sexy lacy undies covering her pussy. Instead of watching the door from the edge of the shelves, I asked her to watch it from over the shelves. With her dress over my head, I pulled her undies down to her knees & started feasting on her pussy as she spread her legs wider. Perhaps because it was unexpected, her pussy was a bit dry at first but as I worked my tongue on her clit, her cunt juice started to flow. I then asked her to sit on the highest step of the ladder & it was a fantastic position for me. Zanthia with her hips open wide offer her entire pussy for my enjoyment. I ventured further down than normal & flicked my tongue over her asshole & she seemed to enjoy it. Slowly, I maneuvered my middle finger into her cunt to soak up some juice, withdrew it & inched towards her asshole. Slowly mm by mm, I pushed it in & Zanthia gave off a soft gasp.
Then we heard it, the sound of shafting feet in the next aisle
. It was only a soft scrapping of the floor but it sounded like an explosion to our ears. In our haste & excitement, we cared only about the entrance door but had neglected to check the other aisles beforehand.
Zanthia’s face paled, pushed me off, pulled up her undies, flew down the ladder & out of the aisle in world record time. My heart exploded & was in my mouth, my cock went limp immediately & my balls dropped to the floor. I was also thinking of evacuating from the scene altogether but decided to face whoever was there waiting for me. I inched uncomfortably towards the next aisle & took a peek. Yvette, our French trained Singaporean Chinese designer looked me in the eye & smiled knowingly. I looked away sheepishly & quickly walked off. Both Zanthia & I left the resource centre so that Yvette can make a polite exit. After Yvette was gone, we came back & talked about it & warned each other to prepare for the worse. Losing the job was one thing but the embarrassment would be unthinkable. We can only hope that Yvette’s French education had opened her mind up & treat what she had witnessed as nothing more than a personal matter between two horny devils.
The next few days was living hell, the resource centre had become from pleasure chamber to torture chamber. We spent our time browsing recruitment advertisement in dreaded quiet anticipation of a call from the management
. Full marks to Zanthia throughout this whole episode because she never played the blame game. To quote her, “It takes to hand to clap.”
Bros, dun pijar my lobang leh.
Anyway, the last sentence in my last post should read “It takes two hands to clap”
First of all, thanks to all bros who show their appreciation with their points.
My story continue…..
No news was good news. As days turn into weeks, both Zanthia & I breathed a collective sigh of relief & speculated on why Yvette did not turn us in. Perhaps she was not a busybody or she is even more broadminded than we thought. However, there was still discomfort when we had to deal with her but generally it appeared that the storm had blown over.
One day when Zanthia was on leave, Yvette came to the resource centre to look for some samples. I quickly directed her to the proper aisle & left her there to help herself. A few minutes later, she called to me for some assistance. I went back to the aisle with dread, the last embarrassing encounter with her still fresh on my mind.
Yvette was a small size woman of above average look, her appeal enhanced by her trendy dressing & make-up as befit a French educated designer. Her body is well proportioned & very toned indicating much time spent in the gym but her complexion tanned & showing too much exposure to the sun probably at the beach. Today she was dressed in this dress that is cut stylishly short above the knees at the front & sloped to the calves at the back.
As I approached, she beckoned me to go to her & told me she needed help with a heavy sample store at the lower shelf where she was standing. This was in all honesty a pretty normal request especially from female staff & I squatted to retrieve the sample. I was expecting her to move aside but she stood where she was. At first I thought it was my imagination but I realized she was moving her crotch closer to my face triggering my memories of Zanthia with her hips spread wide on the ladder.
Then in a soft accented whisper, she said, “I saw what you did to Zanthia & I want the same.” Yvette must have it all planned out & dressed for the occasion because it was easy for her to simply lift the front of her dress slightly & offered me her pussy. Her thighs, butt & private areas were as tan as the rest of her body which meant she either sunbath in the nude or use one of those indoor solar thingy. She was clad in the tiniest pair of thongs & very clean shaven. My mind was swirling in confusion & could only react in the way all pussy addicted men can, throw caution to the wind & buried my face into Yvette’s pussy. She smelt more of some expensive French parfum rather than her own odour that I would have preferred. Yvette used a finger from her left hand to pull her thongs to a side & used her index & middle finger of her right to spread open her vulva. I needed to further invitation & proceeded to give her a wet licking. Her clit was much bigger than any others that I’ve seen but it was thrilling to nibble it between my lips & flipped my tongue rapidly over it, something that I enjoyed & from her reaction, something that gave her a lot of pleasure. Next, she reached for my free hand & guided not one but two fingers into her already wet cunt. Man, she was directing all the action & me only a calefe. This Yvette is “deep”. Still holding on to my hand, she withdrew my wet fingers & instructed me to remove her thongs with my other free hand. I readily complied & kept the thongs in my pocket. Yvette then guided my wet fingers towards her asshole & gently pushed them in. My, in it went without a hitch. This Yvette must be really “deep” & I thought whether I had bitten off more than I could chew. With my two fingers in her asshole, she spread her legs wider, grabbed hold of my head with both her hands & rubbed her pussy assertively all over my mouth. When it came, Yvette’s orgasm was more intense than Zanthia’s & she pressed my face so tightly against her pussy that I can hardly breathe. She gave short sharp grunts of “Argh, argh” unlike Zanthia’s soft mewing. Fortunately & to my relief, it was a short one & I was mercifully released from her hold. Yvette quickly tidied herself up, gave me a satisfied smile & teased, “Perhaps next time, we can have a ménage-a-trio with Zanthia.” Her French accent trailing in her wake, Yvette left me alone & wanting in the aisle. I reached into my pocket for my handkerchief to wipe away the blood which I thought was flowing from my nose. I pulled out Yvette’s thong instead & realized that she had left without them whether intentionally or not, I don’t care to know. So without further adieu, I went to the toilet to release myself on her thongs which I have kept to this day for memory sake & for some “inspiration” should I need them. I don’t know whether she had a spare pair of undies but I spent the rest of the day trying unsuccessfully to peek at her pussy.
You really can’t tell a book by its cover. Man, this diminutive Yvette is one domineering woman. No wonder, her clit is so big almost like a mini penis.
I couldn’t shake Yvette’s parting teaser off my mind. Zanthia & Yvette is like fire & ice. One sweet & submissive needing to be dominated, one sophisticated & domineering wanting to lead. Obviously Yvette wasn’t the problem but how would Zanthia react? Zanthia’s not exactly a prude but ménage a trio, that’s a totally different story. But it was a tanalising combination & kept my imagination in overdrive. I spent much time thinking of schemes & plans to make it a reality but at the back of my mind I believed it was wishful thinking until I received Yvette’s email.
Yvette sent, “Further to my last search in the resource centre, I’ve found a MaT sample. I’m sure you’ll be interested. Call me.”
I couldn’t made head or tail about it & I didn’t return her call until the next day when I figure out “MaT” equals “ménage a trio” & I called her immediately. Yvette answered, “Oh… I thought you’re not going to call. Zanthia said that you’re busy. Anyway, be at Room XXX, XXXX Hotel on Friday, 9 pm. There’ll be a surprise for you.” I wanted to ask if Zanthia would be the surprise but Yvette had disconnected the call.
Thinking back, Zanthia had become more friendly with Yvette after the incident. Before that, their relationship had always been formal & official & Zanthia being a gracious woman may perhaps be thankful to Yvette (who is very sociable herself) for keeping her mouth shut & had open up to her. Just before I received Yvette’s email, I’d seen them chatting & glancing at me with stolen smiles & had dispersed when I approached. Just before Friday, my workstation broke down & I’d to use Zanthia’s. While rummaging through her table, I found a brochure of the hotel Yvette had mentioned. Well, now I was sure what was up their sleeves but if they wanted me to be surprised, I would happily play along.
Friday couldn’t come fast enough & I imagine all the wonderful things I could do to the both of them & what we three could do together. My first ménage a trio & so I decided to give them a surprise of my own, something I’d never done before, I shaved off all my pubic hair.
Come Friday, I primed & groomed myself & dressed in my outrageous best, went to claim my surprise. I reached there right on time & Yvette, with wet hair & a towel wrapped around up to her armpit, welcomed me into the room. Zanthia was nowhere in sight but I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Ah… two fresh willing female bodies for me to devour & my cock started to wake up.