“Cabin crew please be seated for take-off, thank you.” Captain Johnston’s voice rang out of the speakers in Flight 303. All 347 passengers bound for LA would touch down LAX in approximately 7 hours.
“Can’t wait to get out of these heels once we start cruising, or imam get blisters up to my ankles!” Sheila said to Monica as both stewardesses fastened their seat belt.
“I’ll tell you one thing that’s certain, your feet wont be the first to start whingeing.” Monica rolled her eyes in reference to the passengers behind the galley. She looked glamorous but the job certainly proved to be long hours of labour. She wasn’t looking forward to the next 7 hours of standing.
“At least the co-pilot’s kinda hot.” She thought to herself as the plane ascended.
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It was 0330 hours and all the passengers were asleep. Some stewardesses were eating, some resting while others were at the economy class. It was pretty chill at the business class where they were. “I’m gonna check up on the rest at the back. You alright alone here?” Sheila asked Monica.
Sure, babe.” She kept busy by refilling the Coke cans.
“Mind if I steal one?”
Her head turned and was surprised to see him.
“Oh, First Officer Jim! Sure, of course.” She handed him a chilled can and tried not to look too excited.
“Thanks. Call me Jimmy, please."
She blushed as he took a swig of his drink,smacking his lips.
"Will we be landing soon?" asking as she kneeled to massage her ankles.
"Yes, touching down shortly after breakfast in about less than two hours. There is so much time left to do anything you want." He said as he eyed her cleavage. She didn’t notice that her black bra was showing from where he stood. That made his dick rise through his tight pants.
When she tried to get up but swayed a little.
Jim caught her by the arm just in time.
"Jesus! I'm so sorry, how embarrasing. She said sheepishly.
"You're fine, just a little dizzy from the altitude." Jim gently pulled her up and towards the lavatory. He dampen some tissues with cold water and put it on her forehead as she sat on the toilet cover.
"Better now?"
"Wow. Are you a pilot and a doctor too?" She joked as she looked up into his brown eyes.
"I could be." He joked back but closed the lavatory door behind them and continued, "You know, you could rebalance the pressure in your ear by sucking and swallowing." His pants dropped and revealed in front of her made-up face a wet throbbing cock. She couldn't believe how thick it was and her red lips were craving for a suckle at it. She looked up at his gorgeous face to see how horny he was for her. Jim took a step closer to her glossy lips and his hand slowly grabbed a chunk of her wavy hair to push his dick into her mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide enough to make sure the tip of his cock was touching the back of her throat. He pushed it in all the way until it made her gag a little, but she loved it. Jim pulled her face back so he could pour some Coke into her mouth, and when she inserted his dick back in, he groaned in pleasure at the ticklish sensation of his dick fizzling away in her mouth full of bubbles. Her top was down and he was fondling her breasts. It got him so hot that he nearly exploded in her mouth, but quickly withdrew and instead stuck his dick in her cleavage, and squeezed his jizz all over her naked chest.
Monica's lipstick and hair and tits were in a mess. They both cleaned up quickly to prepare for landing. As she exited the loo, First Officer Jim grabbed her arm one last time and said, "I hope that helped to clear the altitude ear pressure."
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Special Boat Tour
She was a D-grade model but mostly haggled to get work as a high-paying escort girl.
Her job was simple; to escort fat drunken tourist men to wine, dine and fuck. She became the resident hottie where men lusted over her figure and exotic looks.
Billy, the local tour guide whose job was to take tourists island-hopping, struck a deal with her, Gemma. His job: to take 'interested' men out to one of the hidden islands. Her job: to satisfy them in any way they paid for. This "special boat tour" job was too good to give up. one round trip earned him $100, for petrol and boat maintenance, and her $450.
One morning Billy asked if she would take on an unusual assignment: servicing not one but three men. She'd never done double penetration or a four-way before, but when she heard their payment of USD700 an hour she gave in like lightning.
"We leave first thing the last tour finishes tomorrow. Wait for me here by 4pm.' Billy instructed Gemma. The assignment kept her up the whole night wondering what it felt to be fucked vaginally, anally and orally at the same time, and she couldn't wait til the next day.
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She was applying lipstick when came the sound of a motorboat. She took a peak through the reflection from her mirror - as promised, 3 men arrived and all quite attractive in their 30s. They were rich Saudi businessmen on holiday and obviously hungry for some sick sexcapade. Billy introduced them to her. The tall and hairy one, an oil investor, Hassan greeted her with a bulging sack noticeable through his wet trunks. The second one Lamar was stout and beefy, a handsome stockbroker. But Gemma had her eyes on Vince, the third guy who had thick muscular arms that could rip her sarong skirt apart. She was still nervous about her first DP encounter but also wet with pure excitement of what sick stuff these burly men are going to do to her.
Upon reaching the island, Billy further instructed her.
"I will be waiting for you at this spot. I won't go in with you, just come out when you are done." he said as he tied the boat to a coconut tree. The four proceeded to go into the bushes to find a nice spot while Billy smoked and kept an eye out on the shore.
The three men spoke in Arabic, and finally Vince pointed to a cosy location with many trees and far away enough from Billy. They got settled and Vince said to Gemma, "Take your clothes off. We'll take care of the rest." he smirked to the other two men who were already stripping and stroking themselves. Her full breasts were just titillating to Hassan. He came up to her, pressed her down, held her tits up and began to lick all around her erect nipples slowly. She sighed and was soon dripping juice out of her bare pussy and onto her sarong.
Lamar asked what her favorite position was in a thick accent.
"I've never done this before." she replied clueless.
"Well you're going to love it tonight!" the men joke and soon she was on all fours with Lamar's velvet dick already shoved halfway into her impossibly tight ass, and Hassan didn't waste another minute in filling up her creampie with his thick wand. Her ass felt like it was going to split open but the sensation of warm lubricant sliding in and out gave her quite a pleasurable anal experience. With her pussy being slammed at the same time she couldn't help but groaned and dug her fingers into Hassan's bronze arms. Before she could mutter another sound Vince stuffed his rock-hard cock into the back of her throat. She couldn't move or even yell 'stop' with her hands tied down and her hair held by Vince who was pumping her plump lips with his heavy creamsicle. She was defenseless under the control of three foreign men who seemed like they've not fucked a hole for many weeks. "when will they ever stop?" Gemma thought to herself as she endured the feeling of having all her holes mercilessly pounded with solid dicks that certainly knew how to pleasure. That was the odd thing: she was in a deal of pain that it felt like pleasure. "How sickly delightful!" she attested in her mind. She loved every minute of being manhandled, where strange naked bodies hovered over her, instructing her what to do. She loved being grabbed and probed by unforgiving hands that made her begged and cried and left slap marks all over her tender bare flesh. While eating his shaft she looked up to see Vince's gorgeous face only to find he was soaked in sweat and was moaning the loudest while chanting in Arabic "it's so good. It's so fucking good!" His big balls were hitting on her chin, that's how hard and deep he was force-feeding his cock into her mouth.
"Don't stop, you filthy whore," ordered Hassan as he grabbed her hips and punched her cunt with his juicy shaft. As for her other hole Lamar spread open her legs wider so he could grind her shit hole even deeper. It was so intense her legs trembled, her hands gave way and she collapsed on top of their sweaty bodies, and this time she was able to let out a yelp because Vince's cock wasn't gagging her anymore. Her jaw was so sore and numb from being held open that she couldn't even screamed properly. "Oh, god! Fuck!!" she couldn't tell them to stop now, not if she wanted to get paid for the job. Barely 30 minutes had passed but it seemed like hours to her.
"Told you you would love it!" Hassan reacted. He then pulled out of her and they all swapped holes. This time she was sucking off Lamar's meat balls while Vince climbed underneath her to service her sore pussy hole. Like a true gentleman he slowly slid his warm wet dick into her, then pulled out all the way and thrusted deeper into her. He was in love with the scent of her hair that he pulled her head up to his nostril and inhaled deeply. It gave him a rush that made him work faster into her gaping flesh. He was so sensuous Gemma wished he was the only pounding her pussy. Lamar's cock tasted like pussy juice in her mouth and she tried to spit out. It dribbled all over her erect pink nipples and Lamar smeared it around like warm butter on toast. There was lubricant, cunt juice, spit and sweat all over the shagging bodies which glistened as the sun set. The four were so engrossed in a state of ecstasy that Billy could hear mixed sounds of moans and huffing of breaths.
Hassan mumbled something in Arabic and quickly withdrew from her ass and stood where Lamar was. Now there were two throbbing dicks in front of her face. She couldn't understand what they were saying to each other so she just sucked their cock heads simultaneously until they were ready to explode on her face. Gemma closed her eyes to get ready while enjoying Vince stroking her G spot with full force. She loved riding on his dick that she could have nearly cum all over him. Unfortunately her pleasure was cut short when she suddenly felt a steady stream of hot jizz trickling down her face. There were loud heaving from the two men who were wanking off at her face, then came the second splash of cream but this time it shot directly into her mouth. She felt her hair grabbed up and heard Arabic again but couldn't see who was talking to her. She figured the man wanted to see her swallow the fresh ball juice so she swirled it around her tongue and did, all the while still having Vince inside her. She loved how he took his time. Then he got up and finished off by pumping her with her legs up to get deeper into her flesh. He went at it fast and furious that made both of them pant breathlessly. Vince let out a loud groan as he pumped his juice into her. The four motionless bodies just laid there for some minutes due to burning and aching muscles. As for Gemma, she could barely think about anything then except visions replaying in her head of getting her holes fulfilled non-stop. It was more than mind-blowing, she smiled as she thought to herself.
She got up and wiped her breast clean. Her sarong was soiled in every kind of bodily fluids imaginable.
Her job was simple; to escort fat drunken tourist men to wine, dine and fuck. She became the resident hottie where men lusted over her figure and exotic looks.
Billy, the local tour guide whose job was to take tourists island-hopping, struck a deal with her, Gemma. His job: to take 'interested' men out to one of the hidden islands. Her job: to satisfy them in any way they paid for. This "special boat tour" job was too good to give up. one round trip earned him $100, for petrol and boat maintenance, and her $450.
One morning Billy asked if she would take on an unusual assignment: servicing not one but three men. She'd never done double penetration or a four-way before, but when she heard their payment of USD700 an hour she gave in like lightning.
"We leave first thing the last tour finishes tomorrow. Wait for me here by 4pm.' Billy instructed Gemma. The assignment kept her up the whole night wondering what it felt to be fucked vaginally, anally and orally at the same time, and she couldn't wait til the next day.
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She was applying lipstick when came the sound of a motorboat. She took a peak through the reflection from her mirror - as promised, 3 men arrived and all quite attractive in their 30s. They were rich Saudi businessmen on holiday and obviously hungry for some sick sexcapade. Billy introduced them to her. The tall and hairy one, an oil investor, Hassan greeted her with a bulging sack noticeable through his wet trunks. The second one Lamar was stout and beefy, a handsome stockbroker. But Gemma had her eyes on Vince, the third guy who had thick muscular arms that could rip her sarong skirt apart. She was still nervous about her first DP encounter but also wet with pure excitement of what sick stuff these burly men are going to do to her.
Upon reaching the island, Billy further instructed her.
"I will be waiting for you at this spot. I won't go in with you, just come out when you are done." he said as he tied the boat to a coconut tree. The four proceeded to go into the bushes to find a nice spot while Billy smoked and kept an eye out on the shore.
The three men spoke in Arabic, and finally Vince pointed to a cosy location with many trees and far away enough from Billy. They got settled and Vince said to Gemma, "Take your clothes off. We'll take care of the rest." he smirked to the other two men who were already stripping and stroking themselves. Her full breasts were just titillating to Hassan. He came up to her, pressed her down, held her tits up and began to lick all around her erect nipples slowly. She sighed and was soon dripping juice out of her bare pussy and onto her sarong.
Lamar asked what her favorite position was in a thick accent.
"I've never done this before." she replied clueless.
"Well you're going to love it tonight!" the men joke and soon she was on all fours with Lamar's velvet dick already shoved halfway into her impossibly tight ass, and Hassan didn't waste another minute in filling up her creampie with his thick wand. Her ass felt like it was going to split open but the sensation of warm lubricant sliding in and out gave her quite a pleasurable anal experience. With her pussy being slammed at the same time she couldn't help but groaned and dug her fingers into Hassan's bronze arms. Before she could mutter another sound Vince stuffed his rock-hard cock into the back of her throat. She couldn't move or even yell 'stop' with her hands tied down and her hair held by Vince who was pumping her plump lips with his heavy creamsicle. She was defenseless under the control of three foreign men who seemed like they've not fucked a hole for many weeks. "when will they ever stop?" Gemma thought to herself as she endured the feeling of having all her holes mercilessly pounded with solid dicks that certainly knew how to pleasure. That was the odd thing: she was in a deal of pain that it felt like pleasure. "How sickly delightful!" she attested in her mind. She loved every minute of being manhandled, where strange naked bodies hovered over her, instructing her what to do. She loved being grabbed and probed by unforgiving hands that made her begged and cried and left slap marks all over her tender bare flesh. While eating his shaft she looked up to see Vince's gorgeous face only to find he was soaked in sweat and was moaning the loudest while chanting in Arabic "it's so good. It's so fucking good!" His big balls were hitting on her chin, that's how hard and deep he was force-feeding his cock into her mouth.
"Don't stop, you filthy whore," ordered Hassan as he grabbed her hips and punched her cunt with his juicy shaft. As for her other hole Lamar spread open her legs wider so he could grind her shit hole even deeper. It was so intense her legs trembled, her hands gave way and she collapsed on top of their sweaty bodies, and this time she was able to let out a yelp because Vince's cock wasn't gagging her anymore. Her jaw was so sore and numb from being held open that she couldn't even screamed properly. "Oh, god! Fuck!!" she couldn't tell them to stop now, not if she wanted to get paid for the job. Barely 30 minutes had passed but it seemed like hours to her.
"Told you you would love it!" Hassan reacted. He then pulled out of her and they all swapped holes. This time she was sucking off Lamar's meat balls while Vince climbed underneath her to service her sore pussy hole. Like a true gentleman he slowly slid his warm wet dick into her, then pulled out all the way and thrusted deeper into her. He was in love with the scent of her hair that he pulled her head up to his nostril and inhaled deeply. It gave him a rush that made him work faster into her gaping flesh. He was so sensuous Gemma wished he was the only pounding her pussy. Lamar's cock tasted like pussy juice in her mouth and she tried to spit out. It dribbled all over her erect pink nipples and Lamar smeared it around like warm butter on toast. There was lubricant, cunt juice, spit and sweat all over the shagging bodies which glistened as the sun set. The four were so engrossed in a state of ecstasy that Billy could hear mixed sounds of moans and huffing of breaths.
Hassan mumbled something in Arabic and quickly withdrew from her ass and stood where Lamar was. Now there were two throbbing dicks in front of her face. She couldn't understand what they were saying to each other so she just sucked their cock heads simultaneously until they were ready to explode on her face. Gemma closed her eyes to get ready while enjoying Vince stroking her G spot with full force. She loved riding on his dick that she could have nearly cum all over him. Unfortunately her pleasure was cut short when she suddenly felt a steady stream of hot jizz trickling down her face. There were loud heaving from the two men who were wanking off at her face, then came the second splash of cream but this time it shot directly into her mouth. She felt her hair grabbed up and heard Arabic again but couldn't see who was talking to her. She figured the man wanted to see her swallow the fresh ball juice so she swirled it around her tongue and did, all the while still having Vince inside her. She loved how he took his time. Then he got up and finished off by pumping her with her legs up to get deeper into her flesh. He went at it fast and furious that made both of them pant breathlessly. Vince let out a loud groan as he pumped his juice into her. The four motionless bodies just laid there for some minutes due to burning and aching muscles. As for Gemma, she could barely think about anything then except visions replaying in her head of getting her holes fulfilled non-stop. It was more than mind-blowing, she smiled as she thought to herself.
She got up and wiped her breast clean. Her sarong was soiled in every kind of bodily fluids imaginable.
Monday, October 19, 2009
"The Staplerman"
A group of female staff tumbled through the sliding door, oblivious of the ruckus they brought in to the IT department with their Starbucks and high heels. clik, clik, clik, down packed blocks of cubicles and stressed IT staff, mostly male.
They had been talking about a female celebrity who was caught pissing in public. It's not everyday the loud and stuck-up sales ladies pass through his dept, but he's noticed her out of the corner from his thick glasses. How can anyone miss her? She's the trendiest and shapely one in a sea of company employees. The ladies have noticed him too - for his awkward social graces, fully-equipped stationary, and his high-school back pack which he carries every Monday for meetings.
They soon approach his desk and he quickly averts his eyes away from them, but she caught him staring anyway. It was at that moment his sweaty palms lost grip of his over-sized box of stationary. CRASH, and out came tumbling his entire collection of accessories, pens, post-its, and most noticeably the industrial grade stapler.
"Fuck." He uttered beneath his breath as he swept up his precious knick-knacks. Even from under the table and away from their glares, he could literally hear their thoughts going "who the fuck carries that in their drawers???" By this time all his male colleagues were looking on as their faint trail of giggles exited the department.
The whiff of her hair and clothes which his sensitive nose absorbed gave his dickhead a tiny spill.
"What a cock teaser. One day I'll get back at her."
He said while chucking the giant stapler back in the drawer.
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It said 5:56PM on his digital watch as he stood alone in the board room. The staff meeting had just wrapped up and as usual everyone has fled out the door and probably heading for happy hour. He didn't like leaving at rush hour that forced him to squeeze into packed buses. Besides, being the last in the office simply meant he could do whatever fuck he wanted to. Such as, jerking off into the milk packets in the pantry, turn up the AC and surf porn with his shirt off. Just last week he accessed staff computers from Communications dept and saved copies of some personal photos. Through them he came to know of some scandals among inter-department colleagues. Some of which were very, VERY scandalous. Being the "it" guy to go to for IT solutions, he'd never, in this lifetime, ever, ever get caught because he did all these nasty things under the pretext of "fixing staff computers", obviously. He knew how to avoid being filmed on CCTVs - he knew exactly where they were - all 22 of them. He thought further about the sexual affairs. "Pathetic!" He said out loud while packing up his stuff.
"Pardon me?" Came a voice.
"huh?" he made a sharp turn around, nearly dropping his bag pack, and got more startled to see Lynn standing at the doorway. She was the one who had given him a stiffy earlier.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" she apologized.
"(It's her, I don't believe it!)" he exclaimed in his head.
"I was... just around the corner when I saw there were still somebody in here" Lynn said.
"(Shit. I hope she didn't see me wanking into the orange juice. What is she doing here again anyway?)"
"Yeah. I was just packing up after the meeting." he quickly replied and pretended to look busy.
"How was the meeting? It must be such a bore to stay back overtime, alone and all..."
her small talk made her suddenly sound too friendly. She picked up his file and handed it over to him.
“Yeah.” He simply answered, uninterested in her small talk.
“Look, did you wanted me to check out your PC, or something?" He spoke up.
"My PC's fine. I uh… had these printed out and... i needed it to get stapled." She showed him her stack of documents with her name printed in bold on the cover. He waited for her to finish.
"Well, aren't you the only one around here who's full of useful gadgets? Isn't that why they call you The Staplerman?"
"(So she HAS heard of me.)" He beamed. Visually noticing she had removed her jacket and is now exposing more skin and flesh, the sight excited him to another level.
"(And they probably call you The Office Whore.)" he humored himself in his sick mind. "I've been called many other names." He said nonchalantly as he shoved the infamous giant stapler towards her not before stealing a glance at her low-cut blouse.
"Thanks. Oh, I need to get reloaded."
"What??" he turned only to see her holding the mouth of the stapler wide open to reveal that it's out of staple refills.
"Right. Refills are here." He motioned towards his desk outside as she followed him out of the musky board room. They get to his cubicle and she remembers the lemon-scent that greets her every time she had happened to walked pass, although she never noticed what an expensive looking swivel chair he had. It was one of those state-of-the-art, sleek, silver types designed to impress anyone.
"Wow. You sure are all about gadgets." She couldn't help but check out the other cool stuff that adorned his cubicle. It was actually quite cozy to her.
"Here, I'll do it. He grabbed the stapler and her documents from her and did the refill and staple thing.
"You're all done." Her documents went to her, his stapler went back into the drawer.
"Well, that was quick. Thanks." She wished she had more time to stay back and get more acquainted with this introverted "Staplerman" she'd heard about. They made eye contact again and both seemed to be acting quiet and shy. Totally not their usual self. A brief moment of awkwardness swirled around them.
"(I'd be jerking off right about this time.)" He thought to himself. "(Yup. Definitely feeling a boner coming on. Man, if only I could do that whore right here right now...)" He was too engrossed in his sexual fantasy to realized that Lynn was eyeing his growing bulge. Her sparkling eyes widened but not in disgust; in delight. It was actually very visible that he was quite large in size and that made her mind wander a little, too. By the time he realized what she was looking at he had no control over his growth, who was now pointing upwards towards her bosoms.
"Is there perhaps some other weird reason why they call you The Staplerman?" Confident that he fancied her, she made the first move. Her long red nails reached towards his crotch and started stroking whatever that was throbbing.
"Oh, my god.” He involuntarily let out a heave at the mere touch of her sharp nails.
"(That's it, if this cock-teasing slut wants it, I'm so going to do her.”) he spitefully thought. It was then he stood up to sweep her hand away from his cock and forcefully held it behind her back. His actions came as a surprise as she thought he was too much of a wuss to initiate.
"Two can play one game." he said to her as his hands reached up under her blouse to fondle her erect nipples after hastily undoing her buttons. She gasped. Within seconds his pants were down and her knees were trembling in sexual ecstasy. Being abruptly man-handled by this odd stranger at her work place made her pussy clench and become slippery. She was enjoying his pounding, when suddenly she stopped moaning halfway and looked up: she realized they were in full view of one of the CCTV.
"No, wait! We can't do it here." showing him the camera. He rejected instead and interrupted her, "I will fuck you ANYWHERE I want." His burly tone of voice signaled to her how serious he was about this and that her opinions were useless now. She was completely helpless under his beefy chest; the only thing that could move was her bouncing tits that shook to the rhythm of his pounding dick. She exhaled in a half moan and half groan, somewhat begging him to stop, yet no one has fucked her so deep before that her pussy wanted more of it. He knew she wanted more because she lifted her ass higher so he could enter deeper but a few more thrusts and he was ready to shoot in her.
She screamed a little at first, but got louder and louder and he yanked back her hair. He delayed his orgasm but the more he resisted the sweatier and steamy he got, that even his thick spectacles fogged up by their heated bodies. Sweat from her sore nipples dripped onto her documents and made her smear her printed name. He was banging her so hard that he shook the entire row of cubicles which were separated by thin cardboard-like material.
Her tightening pussy couldn’t take it anymore as his rhythm got quicker and harder because he was coming too. With a loud cry she let him thrust into her one last time and came immediately as he let his load in her too, both panting. He remained in her for few long minutes before he was ready to unplug his exhausted dick out of her. Unfortunately for Lynn, after he put his shirt and pants on, he found her naked and sweaty body completely passed out on the floor with this contented look on her face.
“Well, I’ll take that as a complement.” He snapped. He was happy with his after-hours activity as well, being one of those who fucked in the office like in the porn movies he had seen. As revenge he decided to go home and abandoned her there without a word. He grabbed his back pack and left the office but not without removing the taped recording from the CCTV first.
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He didnt see her at all the next day; not at the smoking zone, not even at Starbucks. But for the entire day he had this glow on his face and the hours seemed to fly past him. All he could think of was everything that happened yesterday right on his desk, which was all caught on film. He planned to send her a copy of their incriminating activity and extorted large sums of money from the office whore as payback. Of course, being the IT guy he knew how to mosaic his face off the screen so that she could never dare reveal his identity. The only thing she’d know is that she got fucked over by the company Staplerman.
They had been talking about a female celebrity who was caught pissing in public. It's not everyday the loud and stuck-up sales ladies pass through his dept, but he's noticed her out of the corner from his thick glasses. How can anyone miss her? She's the trendiest and shapely one in a sea of company employees. The ladies have noticed him too - for his awkward social graces, fully-equipped stationary, and his high-school back pack which he carries every Monday for meetings.
They soon approach his desk and he quickly averts his eyes away from them, but she caught him staring anyway. It was at that moment his sweaty palms lost grip of his over-sized box of stationary. CRASH, and out came tumbling his entire collection of accessories, pens, post-its, and most noticeably the industrial grade stapler.
"Fuck." He uttered beneath his breath as he swept up his precious knick-knacks. Even from under the table and away from their glares, he could literally hear their thoughts going "who the fuck carries that in their drawers???" By this time all his male colleagues were looking on as their faint trail of giggles exited the department.
The whiff of her hair and clothes which his sensitive nose absorbed gave his dickhead a tiny spill.
"What a cock teaser. One day I'll get back at her."
He said while chucking the giant stapler back in the drawer.
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It said 5:56PM on his digital watch as he stood alone in the board room. The staff meeting had just wrapped up and as usual everyone has fled out the door and probably heading for happy hour. He didn't like leaving at rush hour that forced him to squeeze into packed buses. Besides, being the last in the office simply meant he could do whatever fuck he wanted to. Such as, jerking off into the milk packets in the pantry, turn up the AC and surf porn with his shirt off. Just last week he accessed staff computers from Communications dept and saved copies of some personal photos. Through them he came to know of some scandals among inter-department colleagues. Some of which were very, VERY scandalous. Being the "it" guy to go to for IT solutions, he'd never, in this lifetime, ever, ever get caught because he did all these nasty things under the pretext of "fixing staff computers", obviously. He knew how to avoid being filmed on CCTVs - he knew exactly where they were - all 22 of them. He thought further about the sexual affairs. "Pathetic!" He said out loud while packing up his stuff.
"Pardon me?" Came a voice.
"huh?" he made a sharp turn around, nearly dropping his bag pack, and got more startled to see Lynn standing at the doorway. She was the one who had given him a stiffy earlier.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" she apologized.
"(It's her, I don't believe it!)" he exclaimed in his head.
"I was... just around the corner when I saw there were still somebody in here" Lynn said.
"(Shit. I hope she didn't see me wanking into the orange juice. What is she doing here again anyway?)"
"Yeah. I was just packing up after the meeting." he quickly replied and pretended to look busy.
"How was the meeting? It must be such a bore to stay back overtime, alone and all..."
her small talk made her suddenly sound too friendly. She picked up his file and handed it over to him.
“Yeah.” He simply answered, uninterested in her small talk.
“Look, did you wanted me to check out your PC, or something?" He spoke up.
"My PC's fine. I uh… had these printed out and... i needed it to get stapled." She showed him her stack of documents with her name printed in bold on the cover. He waited for her to finish.
"Well, aren't you the only one around here who's full of useful gadgets? Isn't that why they call you The Staplerman?"
"(So she HAS heard of me.)" He beamed. Visually noticing she had removed her jacket and is now exposing more skin and flesh, the sight excited him to another level.
"(And they probably call you The Office Whore.)" he humored himself in his sick mind. "I've been called many other names." He said nonchalantly as he shoved the infamous giant stapler towards her not before stealing a glance at her low-cut blouse.
"Thanks. Oh, I need to get reloaded."
"What??" he turned only to see her holding the mouth of the stapler wide open to reveal that it's out of staple refills.
"Right. Refills are here." He motioned towards his desk outside as she followed him out of the musky board room. They get to his cubicle and she remembers the lemon-scent that greets her every time she had happened to walked pass, although she never noticed what an expensive looking swivel chair he had. It was one of those state-of-the-art, sleek, silver types designed to impress anyone.
"Wow. You sure are all about gadgets." She couldn't help but check out the other cool stuff that adorned his cubicle. It was actually quite cozy to her.
"Here, I'll do it. He grabbed the stapler and her documents from her and did the refill and staple thing.
"You're all done." Her documents went to her, his stapler went back into the drawer.
"Well, that was quick. Thanks." She wished she had more time to stay back and get more acquainted with this introverted "Staplerman" she'd heard about. They made eye contact again and both seemed to be acting quiet and shy. Totally not their usual self. A brief moment of awkwardness swirled around them.
"(I'd be jerking off right about this time.)" He thought to himself. "(Yup. Definitely feeling a boner coming on. Man, if only I could do that whore right here right now...)" He was too engrossed in his sexual fantasy to realized that Lynn was eyeing his growing bulge. Her sparkling eyes widened but not in disgust; in delight. It was actually very visible that he was quite large in size and that made her mind wander a little, too. By the time he realized what she was looking at he had no control over his growth, who was now pointing upwards towards her bosoms.
"Is there perhaps some other weird reason why they call you The Staplerman?" Confident that he fancied her, she made the first move. Her long red nails reached towards his crotch and started stroking whatever that was throbbing.
"Oh, my god.” He involuntarily let out a heave at the mere touch of her sharp nails.
"(That's it, if this cock-teasing slut wants it, I'm so going to do her.”) he spitefully thought. It was then he stood up to sweep her hand away from his cock and forcefully held it behind her back. His actions came as a surprise as she thought he was too much of a wuss to initiate.
"Two can play one game." he said to her as his hands reached up under her blouse to fondle her erect nipples after hastily undoing her buttons. She gasped. Within seconds his pants were down and her knees were trembling in sexual ecstasy. Being abruptly man-handled by this odd stranger at her work place made her pussy clench and become slippery. She was enjoying his pounding, when suddenly she stopped moaning halfway and looked up: she realized they were in full view of one of the CCTV.
"No, wait! We can't do it here." showing him the camera. He rejected instead and interrupted her, "I will fuck you ANYWHERE I want." His burly tone of voice signaled to her how serious he was about this and that her opinions were useless now. She was completely helpless under his beefy chest; the only thing that could move was her bouncing tits that shook to the rhythm of his pounding dick. She exhaled in a half moan and half groan, somewhat begging him to stop, yet no one has fucked her so deep before that her pussy wanted more of it. He knew she wanted more because she lifted her ass higher so he could enter deeper but a few more thrusts and he was ready to shoot in her.
She screamed a little at first, but got louder and louder and he yanked back her hair. He delayed his orgasm but the more he resisted the sweatier and steamy he got, that even his thick spectacles fogged up by their heated bodies. Sweat from her sore nipples dripped onto her documents and made her smear her printed name. He was banging her so hard that he shook the entire row of cubicles which were separated by thin cardboard-like material.
Her tightening pussy couldn’t take it anymore as his rhythm got quicker and harder because he was coming too. With a loud cry she let him thrust into her one last time and came immediately as he let his load in her too, both panting. He remained in her for few long minutes before he was ready to unplug his exhausted dick out of her. Unfortunately for Lynn, after he put his shirt and pants on, he found her naked and sweaty body completely passed out on the floor with this contented look on her face.
“Well, I’ll take that as a complement.” He snapped. He was happy with his after-hours activity as well, being one of those who fucked in the office like in the porn movies he had seen. As revenge he decided to go home and abandoned her there without a word. He grabbed his back pack and left the office but not without removing the taped recording from the CCTV first.
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He didnt see her at all the next day; not at the smoking zone, not even at Starbucks. But for the entire day he had this glow on his face and the hours seemed to fly past him. All he could think of was everything that happened yesterday right on his desk, which was all caught on film. He planned to send her a copy of their incriminating activity and extorted large sums of money from the office whore as payback. Of course, being the IT guy he knew how to mosaic his face off the screen so that she could never dare reveal his identity. The only thing she’d know is that she got fucked over by the company Staplerman.
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