The Office Whore

A frustrated young man encounters the office whore.

Aged twenty five and still a single man I’d moved from my home town to the big city for work. Leaving all my mates back home I was soon lonely and above all sexually frustrated. My sex life was reduced to porn and my ever-faithful hand. Then I encountered Patricia.

Patricia was a woman in my office. She looked early forties, had curly dark hair and she'd kept her looks, figure and legs that a woman ten years younger would envy. In the office she usually wore boob-clinging white blouses, skirts tight over her bottom, sheer black or tan nylons, and shiny black high heels. I thought she would just be a masturbation fantasy but one day it happened.

I was almost alone sitting at my station in our open plan area. I saw Patricia approaching as if to pass by my station then a moment later she sat down on the chair next to mine and demurely crossed her black nylon clad legs. She looked around as if to check all was clear. Then she smoothly swung her legs apart pulling her skirt high up her spread thighs.

As any man would, my eyes almost involuntarily went down to see if I could look up her skirt. At what I saw I almost fell off my chair. I saw Patricia was wearing sheer black stockings with bare thigh above. Above that I saw her naked pussy with her pink vagina lips peeping through her bush of dark cunt hair. I was speechless. Then Patricia spoke.

"I recognise a lonely frustrated boy when I see one" she began. "I know what lonely frustrated boys want. I provide a service that might go some way to meeting their needs." She laughed softly. “And I’ll do things you’d never dare ask a girl to do for you.”

I'd encountered the office whore. Before I could say anything Patricia continued.

"This is what's on offer."

From a cardboard folder Patricia took out a photograph and handed it to me. It showed a naked woman on all fours on a bed with her breasts hanging pendulously and her legs wide. The view was from behind showing her bottom with her hairy pussy peeping out just below her bum cheeks. Her face wasn't visible but the hair colour and style was Patricia's.

From the folder she next pulled out a pair of panties. They were simple thin white cotton with lacy embroidered hems and very brief. She handed them to me. They were still warm and smelled of a mixture of her perfume and her juices.

"I’ve just taken these off."

I ran her panties hungrily through my fingers. Something about the feel of women's panties drives me wild.

"I charge for my services of course."

"You make yourself sound like a prostitute" I replied. I'd recovered my voice.

Patricia laughed.

"You could think of me like that. I see it as providing a personal service. Depends what you want. A theatre ticket, a bottle of wine, good wine mind you." Someone was approaching and she crossed her legs demurely again. She stood and adjusted her skirt. "Do keep our little secret between the two of us. Think about it. You know where to find me."

With that Patricia turned, and with my eyes locked on the backs of her stocking-clad legs and her swinging bottom she left me.

Over the next days in my lonely bed I spurted loads of cum over Patricia's panties. After months of abstinence a woman was available. The craving grew and grew but I guess I was shy and of course as with every office encounter there was the fear of being caught in the act.

Then my chance came.

I'd gone to our office printer room. Because of the noise it made it was in a room down a corridor from the main open plan area. There was a fire door part way along so anyone approaching could be heard coming. I entered the room and there was Patricia. She was using the photocopier and had her back to me. She was in a white blouse showing the outline of bra straps, a tight grey skirt and black nylons. She glanced over her shoulder and saw it was me.

She instantly bent over with her bottom toward me and spread her legs as wide as her tight skirt would allow. She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled. I couldn't resist. My hand was instantly on her bottom exploring her smooth round curves and following the outline of her panties through the thin taut cloth of her skirt. It had been ages since I'd so much as touched a woman.

"I bet your bottom looks even sexier when you're just in those sexy little panties you gave me and I've covered with cum thinking of you."

"Play with the knickers I'm wearing now if you want" Patricia said softly.

I lifted Patricia's skirt high above her bottom. Her panties were smooth black satin with a little white petal pattern. At the back they were just a thin thong gusset nestling deep in the valley between big smooth round bum cheeks. As before Patricia was in stockings, sheer black this time.

Released from the constraint of her skirt Patricia spread her legs wide. I slid my fingers down along the gusset of her panties and under her between her spread legs. As my hands brushed her inside thigh tops she moaned, quivered and strained her legs even wider. My exploring fingers found the bulge of her sex mound, then the outline of her love slit through the thin smooth cloth. I let my fingers smoothly stroking her vagina lips through the thin satin tell her I knew how a woman wants to be touched. As I finger-pleasured her I felt her panties moisten with her arousal juice.

But then we heard the fire door part way down the corridor open and someone approaching. Patricia stepped back from me and smoothed her skirt down. But it was all for the good. The photocopier room was hardly the place for a sexual encounter.

"There's an empty office just before the fire door on the left" Patricia whispered.

She headed out of the photocopier room and a moment later I followed her to the office she’d mentioned. Being lunchtime we had a good hour to play with. I entered to find Patricia standing leaning back with her hands on a desk behind her with her legs spread as wide as her skirt allowed.

I carefully locked the office door. I unzipped her skirt first and let it drop. I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. It fell on the desk. Her black patterned bra matched her panties. She turned round for me to undo her bra and let it join her blouse on the desk. I pulled her panties down to expose her dark-furred pussy. She let them drop and kicked them aside. She spread her legs wide and leaned back so her big breasts swung up. My hand was instantly down between her legs cupped over her mound ruffling her cunt hair and lightly stroking her juicy vagina lips.

I kissed her all over her breasts and licked her nipples. I kissed her all the way down her naked body till I was kissing her naked thighs above her stockings, then her vagina lips. I got down far enough to get my tongue right under her to lick her pussy. After months without sex I had a woman's naked body to play with. I was like a boy with his first girl!

I stepped back from her, unzipped my trousers and dropped them and my briefs. My penis was hard up erect and felt tight enough to snap with the anticipation of Patricia's body. I swung my stiff penis at her.

“Nice cock!” Patricia purred as for the first time in months a naked woman caressed my so hungry cock and balls and ruffled my thick coarse cock fur.

Patricia unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders behind me. Then she started kissing me slowly down my front at the sane time lightly fingering my balls and shaft, tickling me round my anus and on the inside tops of my thighs. She knew a man's most sexually sensitive spots. I ran my hands over her bare shoulders and through her hair. I'd forgotten how exciting the mere touch of naked female flesh against my hands could be! I was getting more and more frantic as her lips neared my cock. After ages of exquisite anticipation and sexual pleasure finally she was there!

Then, crouching between my spread legs she licked me luxuriously all over the big soft erection-sensitised head of my penis, tickling its little slit opening with the tip of her tongue and fingering my balls at the same time. She licked my shaft slowly up and down from my balls to its tip. I shoved the head of my penis against her lips. A moment later her lips slid down over my penis head and massaged it with her lips and tongue. I could have taken any amount of that, but knowing there was a hungry pussy at the other end of her naked body I wasn't going to waste myself just on her lips.

“Wanna fuck your pussy!” I grunted.

From a pocket of her skirt she produced a condom. Still squatting in front of me she slid it luxuriously down over my straining hard cock so sensuously it was a sexual experience of its own. I prefer my penis naked in a woman but I wasn’t saying no to this.

Then just in those sheer black stockings and high heels she stood, bent over the desk with her bottom toward me, spread her legs wide and wiggled her big round gleaming smooth buttocks at me.

I fondled her bottom with my hand, caressing her smooth warm buttocks and the tops of her thighs above her stocking tops. I ran my hand around that so erotic boundary between stocking tops and bare thigh and slipped my fingers down inside her stockings. I reached my fingers between her legs to tickle her furry pussy. She let out a long deep moan and strained her legs wider for my adventurous hand.

I began to pleasure her, stroking her lightly and rhythmically along her juice-sodden vagina lips. She trembled, letting out little excited cries and spreading her legs wider. I found the little peak of her clit and circled it and criss-crossed it methodically with my finger tip. Suddenly she gasped, started breathing really fast, her body tensed, then her whole body juddered and she let out a high pitched cry as she thrust her hips several times. Then, still breathing hard she relaxed with my hand between her spread legs cupped over her sopping wet throbbing cunt and with my penis head poking her thigh to tell her it was my turn now.

"Want! " Patricia gasped, fingering herself between her legs as if to make sure I got the message.

I moved behind her and poked the soft valley between her bum cheeks with my cock head. In response she lifted a nylon clad knee up onto the desk, getting her legs wide and lifting her gaping juice glistening vagina to just the right height. I held her by her hip and a stocking clad thigh. I slid my big hard condom-sheathed cock in between her pussy lips till my pubic hair was against her bum. Her vagina was warm, smooth and deliciously tight.

I shagged her methodically and patiently, and for long enough for her to whimper and quiver in a second climax. After exquisite minutes of pumping her my orgasm rose and in my orgasm thrust I pushed her forward across the desk as I spurted my load. I stood there holding her for a few moments with my belly against her soft buttocks before I stepped back from her and my cock slid out.

My penis was still mostly erect. I pulled off the condom and tossed it onto the office floor. With my cock head poking into her bum crack I wanked a last couple of spurts of semen from my naked penis into the valley between her cheeks. A few minutes later we were dressed.

"What do I owe you for that?" I asked as we pulled our clothes back on.

Patricia laughed. "Didn't I tell you? There's a special offer. If you've been a good boy and I like you my first time with a new client comes free!"

With that, and a last fondle of my hand on her skirt-covered bottom, Patricia opened the door and made her way down the corridor. I waited for her to round the corner then followed her and went back to my station.
So that's how it started between the office whore and me.