Margaret's Afternoon Delight

Thirty minutes later I punched in the access code to the underground car park and the barrier lifted to let us in. There were a couple of other cars parked there, but none I recognised. Margaret opened her door, climbed out and slipped the dress on to cover her nakedness. It was mid-evening and there were probably some people still working in the building. I pressed the elevator call button. It was empty when it arrived and no one joined us on the journey to the top floor which the company occupied. I used my key to open the door, turned off the alarm system and flicked on a few lights. There was no one else there, we had the office to ourselves.

I held out my hand and Margaret stepped out of the dress and handed it to me. Stark naked in the office she made a surreal sight and I wondered whether any other WAGS of our male staff, or whether any of our female staff, had ever been naked there. I thought of several who I would gladly have paid good money to see strip off and parade around, just as Margaret was doing.

I took her hand and led her to the photocopy room and switched on the machine.

"Ooooh, you naughty man," she said. "You're going to photocopy my shaved pussy."

"I've fantasied about doing this for ages," I replied. "Ever since the guys persuaded Bronwyn to take her panties off and sit on the photocopier."

"Bronwyn?"

"The receptionist in our Victorian branch office. Towards the end of drunken Christmas party."

Bronwyn was a stunning brunette with an all over tan, unhappily married to a shift worker on an oil rig. She had followed up having her pussy photocopied - and all of us who had been there had kept a colour copy of her labia and vulva pressed against the glass - by indulging in a threesome with two of our technicians. In the final act of which, sandwiched between them, she had been caught by her soon to be ex-husband.

"You never told me."

"What happens at office Christmas parties stays there," I said, fetching a chair. "Hop up on that, support yourself against the wall and rest your bum on the glass."

"It's cold," she said giggling, and wriggling her bottom on the chilly surface.

"You look pretty hot, though," I replied, pressing the copy button and watching a life size photocopy of her squashed buttocks emerge, and in between them the flattened image of her gaping pink labia framed by her vulva. "Do you think I should make a few extra copies and leave them for the girls to find in the morning? We could have a competition to see if anyone could correctly identify who the pussy belonged to?"

"I'm sure Teresa and Antoinette would love that," she said, referring to the two hottest women in the office. "I'm sure they'd be happy to play Cinderella to your Prince Charming and flatten their pussies against the glass wall of your office, while your compared them with that photocopy of mine."

"Now that I'd love to see, especially if they were waxed or shaved like you," I said, grabbing the photocopy and helping Margaret to climb down off the machine. I wiped the glass with my handkerchief to remove the evidence of her wet pussy, and reached for her hand. "Let's go to the boardroom."

The room was in darkness when I opened the door. I flicked on the light switches and the fluorescent strips flickered and flooded it with light. The vertical blinds were closed and I asked Margaret to open them and stand in front of the windows. There were lights on in a number of offices in the nearby towers, and I wondered if anyone was working late and would catch sight of her. I walked up behind her and reached around with my hands to caress her breasts. She twisted her head around and kissed me hungrily.

"Hop up on the table," I said. "Leave your shoes on but please don't scratch the surface."

I pulled my smartphone out of my pocket and had her pose on the table. Kneeling with her bottom pushed up at the camera and her face grinning cheekily back at me. Sitting with her legs tucked demurely under her but squeezing her breasts together with her hands. And of course the money shots with her legs and labia spread in all their erotic glory. The creamy colour of her exposed, naked body was highlighted against the polished mahogany table top, and the oil rig models in the background added to the illicit pleasure of seeing her naked on the table where I had attended many business and board meetings."

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

"Like a slut," she replied. "But a very excited and aroused slut. This feels so wrong, but so exciting all at the same time. It's such a turn on being displayed like this for the camera and thinking about who might see me the pictures. But I am a bit nervous that with my face and the oil rig models visible, it wouldn't be hard for someone to work out where they were taken and who the woman was. Apart from the embarrassment I don't think it would be good publicity for the company, or for your career."

"Something to surprise the boss with when I retire then." I laughed, sat in the armchair at the head of the table where our chairman normally sat, and beckoned her over.

"Lie down in front of me with your legs spread," I said. "I want to taste that hot, wet pussy of yours."

She lay back, lifted and parted her legs and I leaned forward for a better look. Her plump labia were engorged and gaping with arousal, and slick with her love juice, a glistening rivulet of which was oozing from her vagina, coating her perineum and sliding into her anal ring.

"I've never seen you so hot and so wet, you're literally dripping love juice," I said, extending my tongue and leaning forward. There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a low moan as I flicked the tip across her clit and then switched it to her anus, pushing my tongue against it and then lapping slowly all the way up and between her parted labia and back to her clit.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," she breathed, and I her felt her thighs tremble.

She tasted musky and sweet and delicious, and I lapped at her vagina, sliding my tongue in as deep as it would go, as if I was a man dying of thirst, desperate to get at the source of her trickling juices. I sought out her clit with the fingers of my right hand, and rubbed the tip of my left forefinger over the slippery ring of her anus, teasing her with it, pushing it in just a little way and withdrawing.

"Oh my God!" she moaned as I gently circled my fingers around her clit while continuing to probe her cleft with a stiff tongue.

I could feel the combination of my saliva and her love juices streaming down from her vagina and over the index finger I had pressed against her anus. I coated both index and middle fingers with the comingled juices and started to massage them around and across the ring.

I felt stirring beneath me and my tongue was squeezed by the ripples of pleasure pulsating through her vagina. She was breathing hard and moaning loudly.

"Oooooohhhhh, yes," she moaned as he hips jerked against me and I slipped my tongue out her vagina, moved my mouth upwards, sucked the pearl of her clit in between my teeth and pinned it there. Simultaneously sucking and rapidly flicking my tongue across her clit drove her over the edge, and she screamed with pleasure, bucking her hips against my face, the contraction of her pelvic floor muscles squeezing the fingers in her anus, as the waves of orgasm crashed through her. Then her thighs clamped about my ears, her hands grabbed my head and she forced my face against the source of her pleasure.

"Oh James," she purred huskily when she had calmed down enough to speak. "That was the best ever. You eat me so well." She reached out with her hand. "But you know what I need now? I want you inside me." She stretched back full length on the table, spreading her legs and beckoning to me.

I stripped of my clothes, my cock springing free of my pre-cum soaked briefs. Then I climbed up onto the table and lay on top of her."

"Oh God, you feel so big and hard," she moaned as I felt her vagina swallow my cock, drawing it into her warm, hot, honeyed depths.

I rocked my hips and there was a delicious sucking and squelching as my groin ground against her soaked and slippery vulva. My balls felt so tight and hard, and her pussy so open and wet that I wondered if they would slide into her. I started to thrust and she raised her legs behind my back and locked her knees together, squeezing me and forcing me deeper into her so that the head of my cock bounced against her cervix with each thrust.

"Fuck me," she shouted, "fuck me harder, harder."

We rutted on that table like sex-crazed beasts. My thrusts slapped her buttocks onto the table and forced the breath from her lungs in animal like grunts that ended as moans. My hands gripped her shoulders dragging her down onto my cock with each thrust and our pubic bones mashed and ground together. I had never felt so deep in her, but I wanted to be deeper, to penetrate and possess the very core of her body. And she gripped me tight with her arms and legs as if trying to physically drag me into her, all the while grunting, squealing, moaning and shouting at me to fuck her harder.

There was also an edge of pain in her cries as her lower back bore the weight of my thrusts pounding her hard against the unyielding surface of the table. So I slowed my assault, easing the force and frequency of the thrusts and resting some of my weight on my elbows. She was a mass of sweat, we were both a mass of sweat from the exertion, and her eyes were screwed tightly shut, but when she felt me ease off she opened them and gazed up at me questioningly?''

"I'm afraid of hurting you."

"I don't care if you hurt me as long as you go on fucking me like that," she said in dreamy, husky voice.

I slowly eased my hips back and my penis slipped out of her with a slurping noise as if her vagina was reluctant to let me go. I slid off the table and reached out my hand. "Come and bend over a chair."

She sat up, slid her bottom towards the edge, dropped her feet to the floor and stood up, leaving a glistening trail of her juices smeared across the table top. I placed a chair in front of her, bent her over, spread her legs and told her to take a firm grip on the sides of the seat. Then I stepped behind her and drove my erection deep into her pussy. She arched her back and met my thrust. I stepped in close, took a firm grip on her hips and thrust again, driving deep and lifting her up onto her toes.

I repeated the thrusts, slowly at first and then with an increasing and regular tempo so that she could match the pace, until it felt as if I was riding a mare at full gallop. Braced against the chair she was jerking her hips towards me to meet each thrust, her breasts were bouncing rapidly back and forth on her chest, and my thighs and belly were slapping loudly against her flesh, each stroke driving a loud grunting moan of pleasure from her lungs.

I felt as if I was racing her towards the finishing line and I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as if trying to control a runaway mare.

"Finger yourself," I grunted between thrusts. "Make yourself cum."

Her hand dived between her thighs and I could see her hand scrabbling at her clit, the fingers mashing it from side to side as I increased the tempo.

I shortened and quickened the strokes and her breathing and moaning became ragged. Then the moans turned to shouts and she was frantically frigging her clit and bucking and jerking so that I had to release her hair and firmly grab her hips to remain engaged. I felt the walls of her vagina contracting around my cock as muscular spasms rippled through her pelvis and she exploded into orgasm.

She gasped in surprise as I yanked my cock out of her and pushed her back onto the end of the table, where the chairman normally sat. I grabbed her legs and forcibly lifted them up so that her ankles were level with my ears. She lay back and spread her arms, bracing herself. Then I launched a fresh assault on her. Thrusting deep into her while pushing her legs down towards her chest. This time it was all about my orgasm and I fucked her without consideration for her pleasure, and she welcomed it.

"Use me! Fuck Me! Harder!" she chanted in time with my savage thrusts, like some orgiastic shanty woman.

Then my nerve endings exploded into a fireworks display, and primeval shudders wracked my body as I shouted my satisfaction and pumped my sperm into her willing flesh.

As the rush faded I slumped forward and she held up her arms to embrace me. I rested my head on her breasts and heard her whispering my name and felt her sobbing with emotion.

When we had both recovered enough to be able to stand without trembling I used her dress to wipe the combination of sperm and pussy juice that had drained out of her onto the table top.

"Meetings won't be the same again," I said handing her the dress and suggesting she put it on for the ride home.

It was close to midnight when I pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. She swung her legs out, stood up and slipped the dress off. Her naked flesh glowed pale in the light of the street lamp.

"I left the house naked and that's how I'm going back in to it," she said, walking to the front door and waiting while I searched for the keys.

As I closed the door she reached for me with her arms and drew me to her.

"I hope you're not intending to get much sleep. You've still got me like this for another twelve hours and I expect you to take full advantage of it."