An office mistake
 

It was about 4.30pm on a Friday afternoon 2 weeks ago and I was at my desk looking forward to packing up in half an hour. For the last hour my boss, Jamie, had given me nothing new to do and I was up to date so I had been surfing on the internet as you do when your work is slack. Jamie knew and had no problem with this as long as I didn’t let “pleasure” get in the way of work.

On this occasion I had got bored with looking up exotic holiday locations to visit so decided to indulge in a bit of naughtiness, looking at a porn site or two. I was looking at one of those sites where there is live action of couples performing and was quite engrossed in a scene of two girls having sex together. I suddenly became aware of a presence near me, turned and saw Jamie looking down at my screen, then at me. I could feel my self blushing and felt instantly embarrassed.

“Sandra,” Jamie said, “I had one more thing for you to do before you go home. However, in view of what of what I see you are doing at the moment I think we had better discuss it further after 5 o’clock. Come into my office, please.”

“I can explain,” I said lamely.

“Later! Let’s get this piece of work sorted out.”

I did what was required and was done by 5. However, I was in a right state, worrying about what might happen. Dismissal? Was this a gross breach of disciplne? Hardly: it wasn’t sex in the office after all! A formal warning? Maybe. Just a roasting? I had no idea.

At 5 o’clock I knocked on Jamie’s door. “Come in,” I heard. He was sitting at his desk, all papers cleared away I noticed. A woman was present sitting in a chair to Jamie’s right. I knew her, from PR, and heard vague rumours that she and Jamie had some sort of thing going between them – but only rumours or office gossip.

“Please sit down, Sandra. I have asked Melissa to be here as independent witness to whatever takes place now, ” Jamie said. “You know her, of course.”

“Yes, OK, I understand,” I intoned rather feebly.

“Now, as you know, it is no great issue when an employee surfs the net while at work if you have nothing of moment to do, and I know you do that and have no problem with it. However, I feel it is another issue when I find you are visiting pornographic sites such as occurred half an hour ago. I do not think that is how an employee of this company should behave on company time. What you do at home is your affair, but not here. You work well here and I find it surprising to find you visiting such sites.”

He was setting the tone: it did not augur well.

“What have you to say?”

“Well, as you know I had nothing to do and I’d become fed up looking at holiday sites, etc so, just for fun really, I decided, as a little experiment, to visit one of those sites I had heard people talk about. I’ve not done this before,” I hastened to add. “I’m sorry to have done it, and realise that this is not the place to be looking at porn on the net.” I could feel myself getting hot, blushing again.

“OK, I hear what you say. This was an indiscretion on your part. I think I would like to hear what Melissa says about this.”

Melissa shifted in her chair, recrossed her legs, pulled down her skirt – rather short I now observed – and said:

“Of course Jamie is quite right, this is not what you should be doing in office hours and it should be condemned. However, I think we should proceed to some action now. I believe we have now passed outside office hours, have we not Jamie?”

“Eh, well, yes, I suppose so, if that has any relevance to what we are doing.”

“Indeed. Good. I think what we should do now is to invite Sandra to use your computer here, Jamie, to show us what she was doing when you found her looking at whatever site it was.”

Jamie looked amazed! I was amazed!

“Ah, oh, ……that’s an interesting approach,” he spluttered.

“OK, Sandra come round here and show us where you were when Jamie found you looking at some site which rather took him aback.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to find it,” I said doubtfully, but at the same time relieved because I detected something in the air here, something that was about to lead in what was a completely unexpected direction. It certainly would be for Jamie, but I was catching on. “I’ll look at my own machine first as I might be able to see from the recent history where I was.”

A few moments later I was back from a deserted office and operating Jamie’s computer. In Melissa I detected an eager anticipation, a sort of expectant glow in her eye.

“Yes, here we are.” A pause while I fiddled. “ If you look at this particular vignette, this is what I was watching. A couple of girls doing a lesbian scene. Here, Melissa, look! This was it.”

I appealed to her because she was the one leading now. She leaned over me to have a good look. An intake of breath; she put her hand on my shoulder.

“Oh heavens!” she exclaimed. “Jamie just look at what Sandra was watching!”

Jamie began to take notice. We were looking at a girl flat on her back, naked, and her friend lapping at her cunt – and so on.

“Have you done that or had it done to you, Sandra?” Melissa wanted to know with a voice I thought was now somehow different, almost whispered right next to my ear. Her hair brushed against me, a hand was gently placed on my shoulder.

“Mmm, I suppose if I am frank I can admit to one time playing around with another girl…….I quite enjoyed it really.”

“That’s good then,” whispered Melissa. “How about now?” More strongly she said, “I think we could improve on what we are watching, don’t you Jamie?”

He had remained silent throughout all this and up till now I had not watched his face being somewhat engrossed in the activities on screen and hearing what Melissa had to say. His face was a picture: surprised and fascinated and held spellbound!

“Eh, oh, what’s that you say?”

“I said, Jamie, I thought we could improve on what we are watching.”

“Now there’s a proposition. Yes, definitely….but how?” I’d never heard Jamie so tongue-tied, lacking decision.

“Well, I’d like to start with Sandra, if she’s willing?”

I just wondered where this was leading, but was relieved that we were in a totally different ballgame from a few minutes ago when I entered Jamie’s office.

“Yep, OK. I’m going to get up on this table, Melissa, and I want you to do to me what that girl was doing to the other.”

And with that I stood, removed my trousers, sat on the table still wearing my lacy panties and other clothes. Jamie watched while Melissa gently pushed me onto my back, slid me until my legs dangled over the end of the table, pulled at my panties and removed them, handed them to Jamie – “A keepsake for you,” she said – and pushed my legs apart. She moved towards me, kissed the insides of my legs, moved up further. I could feel her hot breath on my cunt, but she did not touch me there, rather to the side where she started to lick against the soft, shaved skin, first one side then the other.

“That’s divine,” I said, relishing the heightening sensations I was feeling. I ventured a look at Jamie, still clothed, but now behind Melissa, endeavouring to get his hands up her skirt. She pushed me further along the table so her body was lying between my open legs and while she was tonguing me I could see that Jamie could now access her interesting parts as she was bent over the edge of the table.

I held her head, manoeuvred it towards my clit which I was desperate to have attended to – and she obliged, licking it, sucking on it, then pushing her tongue down into my crack where she revolved it as much as she could. I felt my sex was gushing it felt so wet! The sensations were exquisite. She stopped, leaned over and then fairly rammed 2 of her fingers right into my quim which she massaged in and out for a bit, then arched them up inside me to massage me inside.

“That’s so good, but go back to my clit, tongue it some more,” I begged. “More of it will make me come.”

She did.

And after more delicious, ever heightening delights, panting and mewing she made me cum in a genuinely table shaking bursting of my climax.

I’m not quite sure what Jamie was doing to Melissa through all this, no doubt fingering her cunt under her skirt as she was so absorbed in drinking from my well of sexual goodness!

“Jamie, come up here. Stand beside me,” I commanded. He came round, still in his trousers I was amazed to see.

“What do you want to do?” he asked as he arrived. “Just undo you, release you as I can see you’ve got quite some tension going on there in your trousers.” So saying I undid his belt, lowered the zip and could see his hardened rod trapped inside his black pants. “Get the trousers off!” He pushed them off; I withdrew his pants carefully over his inflammation and his cock reared into view, bouncing upwards. What a tool!

“Magnifique!” I said, “Isn’t it, Melissa?”

“Yeh,” she agreed. It grew rapidly in size as we admired it. “It is big! Must be 8 inches or more.”

I took hold of his cock, felt it, moved my hand to his balls, cradled them as they hung beneath his erect member. I love the soft feel of the head of a cock so I had to feel it.

“Here Jamie, get all your clothes off and come and stand on this table. We’re going to do nice things to you!”

Jamie got up on the table clad in nothing with his tool pointing north east. Because he was up higher than us his cock and balls were at a good height for us to play with him. I closed my hand around his cock and with the other I stroked the top of the head, the soft part. Melissa slipped a hand between his legs so that she could finger his balls. After feeling the softness of the head I squeezed his cock along its length and, how nice, out came some clear liquid which I applied to the head so I could rub it gently and it was good and slippery as his pre-cum was quite copious.

I encircled the whole head now and rubbed up and down while Melissa continued to play with his balls and, at the same time, she started to massage along his prick. We managed to get a rhythm going, in time with each other. Jamie was watching all this, breathing heavily. He bent slightly, grabbed my hair. I didn’t think he would last long being subjected to this sort of treatment.

“That’s really good, keep up the steady rhythm and I’ll cum soon!”

I stopped my massaging, stood to one side, but Jamie had a strong hold. He was trying to get me in front of him, but I wasn’t having it! Melissa continued her work, hand moving up and down, now at quite a speed, then stopped, wet her hands, then changed her stroke to one of just sliding down Jamie’s cock. No upward movement, just one hand after the other sliding downwards. Jamie was thrusting forward as she pushed down. I escaped Jamie’s clutch and I could now push my hand between his legs and touch his ball sac. They seemed tighter and quite hard now.

“Ah, I’ve got you by the balls now, Jamie!” but he wasn’t listening. This must have been the tipping point.

“Yes, oh yes! ‘m cumming!” gasped Jamie, and then there was a sharp burst of white spunk fairly flying out of his cock, followed by several more and, with my hand right up under him, I could feel the pulses as he shot his juice, something I’d never felt before. I found it quite exciting, not to mention what Jamie might have been feeling!

“Oh yes, that’s good, Jamie! Come on, more!” cried Melissa.

Melissa continued her downward stroking but Jamie stopped her, sank to his knees, doing the final milking himself.

His juice seemed to be all over the table and onto the floor because we kept out of the way, and there was a certain amount of wetness where Melissa was tonguing me. I was quite sure, if he could have had his way, he would have spilled it all over one of us.

Melissa was tidying herself up so I did likewise. Party seemed to be over, but Jamie wondered if he could help Melissa more than he had already, but she politely declined the offer.

“I think we’ve had enough for today’s disciplinary hearing, don’t you Jamie?” she said.

After we had all straightened out Jamie’s office Melissa and I left together. As we went downstairs to the street door I asked:

“Where did you pick up that technique of just stroking down Jamie’s cock, in one direction only? It seemed to be very effective.”

“Oh that, yes. Well I learned that method from watching some girl do it to her man on the internet!”