by Bridy McAvoy
“Turn around, honey.”
Joanne felt Stan remove his finger from the warm depths she’d encased it in, and she felt empty inside. Quickly, knowing the faster she turned around, the sooner he would replace the finger in her tunnel, or something bigger and better, she dropped to her haunches and twisted around to face him. Three grinning men leered at her, and in between their bodies she could see three video cameras trained on her nakedly displayed body, one of them indeed from near ankle height, clearly providing the shot Stan had been talking about a few minutes earlier. Smiling back at them as their eyes trailed over her nude body, she slowly lay back on the soft folded seats and lifted her legs into the air spread them as wide as she could.
The three men whistled at the sight, and Stan stepped forward to stand between her wide splayed legs.
“You want something, sweetheart?”
Joanne was panting as she replied.
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“I want what I didn’t get ten years ago. You. Now. Inside me.”
One of his hands dropped to her inner thigh and she writhed at the touch, as his hand slid upwards until it was almost touching her slit, she groaned in anticipation, then groaned again as she heard him lower the zip on his fly.
Within a couple of moments, she could feel both his hands on her mound, gently pulling her lips apart, and then she felt something large and hot bumping against her labia.
“Put it in!”
Her hoarse growl brought a smile to the face of the man standing over her. Roughly, he pulled her toward him, positioning her gaping pussy on the edge of the seat cushion.
“You put it in, honey.”
Still panting with arousal, she levered herself up on one elbow and snaked her other dainty hand down between them. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his burning hot rod and she gasped as she felt the heat and size of it, certainly bigger than any of her more recent boyfriends. Joanne guided it toward her pussy, still acutely aware of the way he was manipulating her labia, bringing her closer and closer to the boil herself. She was equally aware of the other two men watching over his shoulders as she carefully positioned him at her slit.
“Now, do it. For Christ’s sake, fuck me!”
Stan simply leaned closer, the fat bulbous head piercing her with ease, not surprising given how worked up she was. As she felt it slid inside of her, a series of electric shocks surged from her loins to her brain and Joanne threw her head back and groaned loudly. Stan kept pushing, thrusting more and more of his length deep into her. She began to writhe, as the sensation of being completely filled by the massive organ reverberated through her mind. The cars, the other men, even the video cameras faded, first into the background, and then out of existence within her mind, as her whole being concentrated on her filled cunt.
“Oh God… Oh God… Arrghhh…”
She was babbling now, the words becoming more and more incoherent, as Stan slowly withdrew from her love channel and then drove forward once more. Her hips rose to meet him and she writhed as she helped impale herself on his rigid dick.
“Arrggh… Uh… Arh… God… I’m cumming!”
Each thrust pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Joanne was in an ecstasy of sensations, her body flailing wildly as she lurched over the edge into a powerful orgasm. Stan slowed down slightly to allow her a short respite, some recovery time, but couldn’t hold back his own passion for long, soon resuming the almost savage pile-driving rhythm which had brought her to her orgasm.
Joanne was now lying flat once more, and her hands, no longer needed to either guide him or to support herself, were instead mashing her breasts. Each hand alternatively cupped one of her own soft mounds of flesh, while the other rubbed, stretched and pinched at her nipple. No part of her body was still as she writhed and thrashed in an attempt to increase the stimulation his hard fucking motions was inducing in her body. While this increased each sensation for her, it also increased his stimulation as well, the sight and feel of the young woman was overwhelming the last vestiges of self-control Stan possessed.
With a wordless grunt, he thrust deep into her, and Joanne felt the head of his prick begin to swell. As the first powerful spray of his cum coated the farthest reaches of her vagina, she followed him into orgasm, shrieking out her passion, her screams echoing to all corners of the cavernous room.
After he had finished, Stan stayed still for almost a minute, recovering his breath and allowing the woman he’d just fucked to two orgasms to recover as well. On the one hand, Joanne was grateful for the respite, but she was also certain the evening wasn’t over yet. After such a display, there was no way Chris and Jeff would be walking away without fucking her, too.
Stan’s now less rigid, but still not flaccid, cock pulled out for her with a wet sounding plop and he moved away, allowing the other two men, who in the meantime had removed their trousers and underwear ready for their turn.. For a few seconds, Joanne thought the way the two of them were approaching her at the same time was going to lead to a fight. Then, the realisation dawned for her. They intended to both take her at the same time, to double team her, another new experience for her.
“God!”
She was still panting as Chris climbed up alongside of her in the car.
“Turn over onto your hands and knees again.”
His growled command implied he would brook no argument, but Joanne was too consumed by pure lust to consider disobeying him. She wanted her empty pussy filled once more. Once she had done as she was told, Chris shuffled to a position in front of her, his rigid dick bobbing obscenely in front of her face, while behind her Jeff pulled her hips back to position her body for his penetration.
Joanne knew she was going to have a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy simultaneously for the first time in her life, and she shuddered in anticipation before lowering her head and engulfing the head of Chris’ cock in her mouth.
“Urrghhh…!”
His wordless grunt of pleasure as she proceeded to suck him deeper and deeper into her mouth, pushing her head down and down his shaft, letting it slide over her tongue, was the final signal to Jeff.
Joanne felt the vehicle rock as he climbed onto the back edge of the SUV, knelt behind her and grasped her hips with both hands. She was so wet, he almost didn’t need to aim his dick at her pussy. Her liquids had spread all over her thighs and stomach, the lubricant acting as a slippery guide for his thrust. With a single movement, Jeff buried himself all the way inside her, just as the tip of Chris’ cock touched the opening of her throat.
With her mouth plugged full, it was impossible for Joanne to speak so she could only make mewling moans as the two men gradually withdrew before pushing themselves into her again. After a couple of thrusts, they must have signalled to each other behind Joanne’s head because the next time Jeff thrust in, Chris pulled almost all the way out. Then their roles reversed, setting up a rhythm, which provided all three with the maximum amount of stimulation, and incidentally tossed Joanne’s petite body around between them like a rag doll.
Such intense action couldn’t be continued for long, and after only a few minutes Jeff began to pump his load deep inside of her. The strangled moans issuing from Joanne’s mouth around Chris’ member, together with her frantic tongue motions on the underside of his cock, pushed him over the edge. A moment later, they both pulled out leaving Joanne gasping for breath, while almost choking on the copious load of spunk still in her mouth. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d come whilst being double penetrated, but it was at least three, giving her a total far in excess of any other night in her life.
The men weren’t quite finished with her yet. Stan and Jeff reached into the back of the car and gently drew her unresisting body out to stand on decidedly shaky legs. She tottered there as they lifted her arms above her head and drew the soiled and rumpled dress off of her. Each taking a hand, they steered her round to the front of the SUV, positioned both of her hands on the bonn
et, forcing her to bend at the waist. They pulled her legs apart and picked up their cameras once more.
Joanne was in no mood to argue and simply stood there, panting for breath, as the three men got down to floor level and took pictures of her gaping slit, with two men’s cum leaking out of it, mingled with her own juices, as it flowed down her thighs. She heard a whispered conversation behind her, but couldn’t make out the words.
Suddenly there was a stinging slap on her rump, as someone landed a hand harshly on the protruding fleshy globe. Instinctively, Joanne tried to straighten up but a hand in the small of her back kept her bent over.
Slap!
Another one crashed onto her ass, the other cheek this time, and she was powerless to prevent an onslaught, which thankfully never occurred. She was aware of one of them standing over her, and he bent down to whisper in her ear. The sound of his voice sent a shiver through her, it wasn’t Stan or either of the others, rather it was her boss, Charles Rigsby!
“Someone’s been enjoying being a naughty girl, hasn’t she? It has been very enjoyable to watch, and I’m looking forward to watching the video over and over. There is clearly more to your talents than you’ve been letting on, Joanne.”
His hand continued to caress the ass cheeks he had spanked only a moment earlier. Joanne groaned and allowed her body to fall forward onto her elbows, her mind awash with the humiliation she’d just heaped upon herself.
“I expect you’ll be working late a lot for the next few weeks, quite frequently, as we get to know each other better. I loved that dress and you’ll have to wear it when we have dinner tomorrow night. I absolutely insist. Without underwear, of course.”
She shuddered as he continued.
“By the way, the budget I gave Stan for the car was five thousand more than the car you picked out. You didn’t need to do this at all. Welcome to your new role for the company.”
She felt his hands leave her body, and heard the footsteps of the four men as they walked away. Noticing a small card lying on the car bonnet next to her, Joanne read it in growing wonder, realizing her star was hitched to Charles’ in more than simple career terms.
Fantasies Incorporated –The Warehouse
By Bridy McAvoy
ISBN: 978-1-927134-68-9
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Copyright © Nov 2011, Bridy McAvoy
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The Warehouse
“Aisle K… Aisle K… That’s all the way across the warehouse…”
Kaylie was muttering to herself, not paying too much attention to her surroundings as she pinned the stock check sheet to the front of the bin in Aisle C.
“Hiya.”
The sudden booming male voice from a couple of feet behind her made her squeal out loud and spin around in a hurry.
“What the f…?”
As Rob laughed, she took a deep shuddering breath as she glared at him.
“Gotcha!”
“You made me almost jump out of my skin, you…”
He made a deliberate show of slowly looking her up and down, ostensibly looking for loose skin but she knew full well he was taking a good look at her curves. Kaylie couldn’t stop the blush rising to her cheeks as the slow examination continued. Finally, his eyes rose back to meet hers and she saw his pupils widen as he recognized the blush for what it was. His grin lost its humor, becoming more lascivious and his face betrayed his thoughts.
“We don’t get one of you young lovelies down here from the office often enough.”
She looked at him levelly.
“It’s nice to see some eye candy and you are definitely high in the eye candy stakes, real SILF material.”
Kaylie opened her mouth to ask what he meant and shut it again quickly as she worked it out.
“I’ll report you for harassment.”
He assumed an innocent look. “Hey, all I was doing was making conversation, trying to chat you up.”
“Yeah, right. I bet those kind of lines work well for you down at the clubs.”
She turned and walked to the end of the aisle, confident she’d gotten the last word. Just before she reached that end of the cavernous building he called out to her.
“Kaylie!”
She turned her head to look back over her shoulder.
“Remember, in a month’s time it’s Stan’s birthday. You’re the one we voted to perform the striptease for him!”
He turned and walked off toward the opposite end of the building, whistling cockily as she stood there open-mouthed and fuming.
It was folklore around the company that such things happened, but none of the girls in the office had ever admitted to doing such a thing. A company myth. Kaylie pushed the thought out of her mind as she headed for the next location to pin up yet another stock take sheet before heading back upstairs to the office. Although she was mad about it, she decided not to say anything about the encounter in the warehouse, hoping she’d be spared a trip down there for a few days. The idea of her performing a striptease for the warehouse manager and, she assumed, all the staff was nothing short of laughable.
* * * *
The music throbbed, a heavy rock beat. Kaylie thrust her hips forward and back in time to the music, as her hands slowly worked down the row of buttons on the front of her tight blouse. It wasn’t see-through but it was somewhat translucent so her audience, clapping along to the music, could clearly see she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her skirt lay behind her on the makeshift stage in the canteen, as she twirled and danced to the appreciation of the warehouse staff, wearing just her white blouse and her red thong. She turned her back to them and flipped the tails of the blouse up to expose her virtually naked ass, getting a roar of approval from the assembled men. Still facing away from them, she undid the last button on the blouse before spinning back to face them, clutching the blouse halves together to shield her remaining modesty.
“Off…Off…Off…”
A couple of the men began to chant and others quickly took it up. Still others were catcalling and shouting obscenities at her.
“Off…Off…Off…”
“Show us your tits!”
“Skin… We want skin!”
“Give us what we want.”
Some of them were even cruder as Kaylie’s act built toward her exposure.
“When she’s naked, I want her first!”
“I want that mouth wrapped around my prick!”
“I want her legs wrapped around my back as I fuck her.”
“Jeez, she’s a real doll – a fuck-doll.”
“Off…Off…Off…”
All the while the music pounded in her ears and she took a deep breath and snatched the two halves of the blouse to the side, baring her chest to the men, breathing deeply knowing her thong was next. As the blouse dropped to the floor behind her, her hands slipped down her body toward her waist almost of their own accord. In just a few seconds she’d be naked in front of them.
Kaylie came awake with a start, sitting up, her body bathed in sweat, her gasping breaths echoing around the room.
“What…?”
The realization it had been a dream sank in and she glanced at the alarm clock, realizing it was only a few minutes before it was due to go off. She flicked the bedside light on and tried to calm her breathing. Closing her eyes, the dream persisted; she was stil
l there, dancing almost naked in front of the warehouse staff. Hurriedly, she opened her eyes again and looked down at her semi-recumbent form.
For the first time she noticed her own disheveled state. The bedclothes had been thrown off while she dreamed, bundled untidily at the bottom of the bed. Her camisole was rucked up under her shoulders, exposing her body, and even her silk cami-knickers were pulled to one side, partially exposing her crotch. Moisture there glistened in the lamplight, and she knew it wasn’t sweat; the dream had seemed so real that her body had reacted to it.
She swung her legs out of the bed, angry with her own subconscious, and padded across the small bedroom heading for her bathroom and a shower, wishing the shower would clear the residual images from her mind.
* * * *
Three days later, Kaylie felt like a wreck, every night was the same. Well, almost the same. Three, sometimes four times a night she’d wake up with a start from an erotic dream. Each time the dream was set in the same surroundings, the warehouse canteen. Each time she’d be stripping in front of the entire male workforce. Usually, she woke up just before she was due to strip off her panties, although once she’d woken up just after that point, to false memories of dancing naked in front of them. Once, she’d even woken to find her fingers deep in her mouth and sucking hungrily on them, as if it was the cock she’d been sucking in her dream.
Each time, her level of sexual arousal was higher and higher, the panties or pj bottoms she wore were soaked through.
Kaylie was at a loss to explain what was happening, and too embarrassed to discuss it with any of her friends. The girls in the office had noticed she looked a little worse for wear, but she didn’t respond to their friendly questions. Even her boss was politely rebuffed when he asked her.
