The Art of seduction: 3> Office politics
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Chris-t6290

"So, how was your weekend," enquired Natasha, of her fellow work colleague Alison.

"I take it you want to know all the sordid details," she intoned, adding one of her naughty grins.

"That good," Natasha marvelled at her.

"And then some, girlfriend," she all but chuckled.

Normally, both women would be hard at work at their distinct areas of the office, however, on this particular morning, they had to prepare the smaller of two board rooms for their meeting with a couple of executives while also going over their notes.

As with most years, July, which falls in the middle of summer, was notably hot that day. Both women, knowing they had a meeting to attend, dressed professionally and with due consideration towards the warmth of the office; there was always the availability of water to cool them down.

Neither of them saw a reason to wear hose of any kind while both had chosen a blouse and skirt suit combo over the thinnest of bras and lace thongs; the coldness of the material maintaining a coolness down there.

"Tell," Natasha urged her work colleague.

"What," intoned Alison, and with a long giggle just as James passed them by.

"You're such a tease," exclaimed Natasha, especially with them needing to ready the boardroom for their meeting with a couple of executives, which is why she'd come over in the first place.

"I'll tell you while we go over our notes," Alison all but whispered, fanning herself with the notepad she was holding, having recalled some of the raunchy moments from the weekend.

"You look like you could do with something to cool yourself down," Natasha remarked, having noticed her work colleague's florid cheeks and neck. And with that, they made their way to the meeting room, one that had a water cooler inside it.

Opening the door, Natasha was the first to notice someone, a guy, by the cooler. Dressed as he was, jeans and a light blue shirt, he was definitely out of place. Then she saw the part empty bottle on the floor and realised who he must be.

"The water boy looks..." Natasha whispered, waiting for him to turn around.

"Fanciable," exclaimed Alison, having he done so, and then closed the door behind them.

"Hi, ladies," Martin intoned, "I just put the new one in. That should keep you going until Sam gets back," he added, and with a warm smile.

"Don't forget the other one," Alison reminded him, what with Martin being momentarily distracted by the pair.

"He's definitely cute," Natasha exclaimed.

"Nice ass, too," Alison observed, when Martin stooped to pick up the all but empty container.

"So, how come the water doesn't spill out," Natasha enquired, making small talk to otherwise halt Martin's departure from their attentions as he held it over his shoulder.

"Something to do with the mechanism in the cooler itself. I just deliver and change them," he explicated.

With both women somewhat blocking his way, Martin had little room to make his exit; that, and the fact that his eyes were almost staring at their breasts, which even then were responsively rising and falling.

"I need to cool down," Natasha exclaimed, indicating a drink.

Being the gentleman he was, Martin quickly put the empty bottle on the floor and subsequently drew some water into a plastic container, which he then handed to Natasha.

"Why, thank you," she intoned gratefully, before prompting him to pour one for her work colleague as well.

"There you go," Martin said, casually observing them before attempting to pick up the bottle and be on his way.

"Ooops, I've spilt some," exclaimed Alison, and with a minxy smile towards the water boy.

"Yes, you have," intoned Natasha, who, realising her work colleague's ploy, offered to ‘lick' it from her - neither woman having a hanky or tissue to hand at the time.

"Would you," Alison jollied, before handing the container to Martin and undoing the top two buttons of her blouse.

Seeing the swell of Alison's breasts, which were barely covered by her white half cup bra, Martin couldn't prevent his face from exuding a florid look, one that Alison immediately noticed.

"Ah, we've made him blush," she exclaimed, as Natasha licked the drips of water from her work colleague.

"What's your name, young man," enquired Alison, as she undid some more of her blouse buttons, thereby giving Natasha greater access to her tits, which even then were lightly palpitating.

"M-Martin," he stammered, before giving a quick responsive lick of his lips.

"There you go," Natasha subsequently jollied, and with a minxy smile and low giggle.

"Thank-you," she then said, when Martin handed back her drink, only for Natasha to intentionally knock it with her EE bust.

"Oh dear," uttered Alison.

"You did rather cause that, Martin," Alison intoned, suggesting he would have to clean it from Natasha, who even then was undoing the buttons of her tight fitting chemise in readiness.

Left with little option of their game, he bowed his head towards Natasha's voluptuous, melon-shape breasts, a comfortable 38EE. Resisting the temptation to hold them, as Natasha did to Alison, he flicked his tongue over her creamy white orbs.

"Oh! There's some between her cleavage," Alison informed him, suggesting that he would either have to separate them or have Natasha loosen her front fastening bra to afford him access. With Natasha still holding her water cup, there was little chance of the later, and so Martin tentatively moved his hands to separate them. As he did, and then licked up the drips, Natasha let out a ticklish giggle while Alison directed her hand towards Martin's crotch, seeking confirmation of his reaction.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, in response to Alison's unexpected attention.

"She's just being affectionate, Martin, much like you are," Natasha averred.

"Your cock's hard, Martin," Alison voiced her approval, as she stroked the outline through his jeans.

"I think Martin's enjoying his attention," proclaimed Natasha, what with him licking the humid gully between her cannons. Wanting to now unclip her bra, thereby affording him greater access, she quickly finished off her drink and lobbed the empty cup towards the bin beside the cooler; the cup making a slight rattle as it hit the inside and fell to the bottom.

"That's better," she sighed, and within mere moments her bra was undone and her tits were free. Because of their firmness, they stood out from her body. In truth, Natasha had little need for a bra, other than to support them, and they needed that.

"Lick the nipple," she urged the water boy, and while Alison undid his jeans, Martin slowly and tantalisingly ran his tongue around her right areola, the warm flesh grazing her aroused bud and sending ripples of pleasure both to her pussy and head.

"This is...urmn...a lovely long...yes...cock you've got. Quite meaty and tasty," Alison soon commended, in between sucks of the turgid crown.

"That's okay, she's quite the slut," Natasha intoned, her hand moving to keep him from rejoining, if that Martin wanted to, as he now sucked on her distended bud.

"Oh fuck, yes, Martin," Natasha exclaimed, when he, with guarded teeth, moved his head from side to side, thereby grazing the firm, rigid teat while using his tongue tip to tease the very pinnacle of her swollen bud.

"Fuck, yes, he's gonna. Mmmn, more," Natasha urged, as she felt a pleasurable climax begin to stir deep inside her pussy, made horny both by Alison's intended revelations of her weekend and what Martin was skilfully doing; his other hand caressing her left breast and nipple, also.

Having she climaxed, the work colleagues changed over. Alison wasted little time in removing her blouse and bra and then directed Martin between her 36DD breasts.

"Oh yeah, baby," Alison cried out, almost smothering his face with them as she held him to her.

With Martin's jeans and pants pooled around his knees, Natasha cupped his heavy balls as she teased the glans with her tongue and then wiggled the tip down his long shaft and slowly back up again. ‘It is long,' she marvelled, before repeating her action along each side of Martin's warm pulsating shaft. Then, when she was finished, Natasha licked and carefully sucked each of his egg-shaped nuts before returning her attention to his turgid head.

"More, suck it harder," Alison encouraged him, wanting to also cum from the water boy's adroit attention; his hand also stroking her pussy through the lacy material of her moist thong.

Lightly grasping the hilt of Martin's cock, Natasha sucked the head while rolling her mouth around it as such, much like the way she enjoys gyrating her cunt around a guy's embedded cock in fact.

The sensations they were each receiving, only served to spur them on in what they were doing; Martin stroking the moist cleft of Alison's pussy while agitating her clit with his thumb, she having pulled her thong to one side for him, and all while he smooched each breast and nipple in turn and got his cockhead sucked by Natasha.

It wasn't long before Alison felt her climax rise to the surface. By then, Martin had three of his fingers inside her warm wet cooze. When he did feel her new emissions permeate onto his hand, he frigged her all the more.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, emn. Yes, more. Fuck me like that," she cried out.

Encouraged by her friends climax, Natasha bobbed her head back and forth along Martin's erection, their need to go over the notes for their meeting, momentarily put aside rather than forgotten under the present circumstance.

"Hold on...I'm gonna...!" exclaimed Martin, an indication that he was about to cum.

"That's okay, I'm sure you've got more, Martin," Alison lilted, moments before he went into climatic spasm.

"How is it," she intoned.

"Hurm, lovely and hot, tasty and sticky," Natasha intoned, before sucking the little remains of his nut juice from him.

Having edged Martin back, Alison awaited Natasha's presence before her. When their breasts touched, Natasha moved her lips towards Alison's and trickled some of Martin's warm sticky spunk into her colleague's waiting mouth.

"Quite tasty," Alison regaled afterwards, as she stroked his almost firm sticky cock, one that both horny women were looking forward to getting inside them. But first, they expected similar from the young water boy.

"Okay, Martin, your turn," intoned Natasha, as both women undid and removed their skirts; whereupon, and having stepped out of them, Natasha perched herself on the table's edge. She then, and with a crooked agile finger, beckoned Martin to her.

As he got close, Alison drew her friend's lacy thong to one side, revealing, as she did, Natasha's dew moist shaved pussy mound and her succulent full lips.

"Feast on that for me, Martin," she urged; Natasha's hand on his head, directing Martin closer to that of her heated sex.

To begin with, he used his thumbs to lightly spread her labia, noticing, as he did, that they were quite fleshy indeed. Subsequently, he took each in turn and then both together between his lips and pleasurably sucked them while massaging the inner folds of Natasha's pussy with three of his fingers.

"Fuck, yes, Martin, like that. Way to fucking, yes, go. He's definitely not shy now," Natasha regaled, as she felt the lowly tremors of a climax begin to take shape inside her.

Leant forward, Alison helped remove her work colleague's blouse and bra. She then caressed her shapely mounds before lowering her head and sucking on the nearside one.

"That's it, both of you, make me cum," she intoned, with a fervent cry.

"Lick her clit, Martin, that'll do it," Alison guided him, before returning to sucking Natasha's equally hard and sensitive nipple.

"Ooo fuck, yes," Natasha responded, a frisson of pleasure exuding from her body as Martin suckled the tip of her distended clit and stroked the firm horny stalk beneath its hood.

Having made Natasha climax, Martin then kissed her cunt lips, gave them an addition suck and then trailed his tongue, snail-like, down her moist cleft. He then, almost to her surprise, ventured onto her perineum, which he teased his tongue around, only to draw it lower and onto her nice clean anus.

"Oooh, Martin, that's lovely, you don't have to...!" Natasha told him, as she slowly reclined her upper body and raised her legs some more, thereby granting him greater and easier access to her asshole all the same.

"Hey, that's not...you didn't do that to me," Alison exclaimed, feeling left out of his attention.

"Like I said, quite the slut, and, oh, yes, he does it so well," moaned Natasha, as Martin's tongue tip lightly broke the surface of her puckered ‘rosebud'; her a-hole.

Quickly stood up, Alison motioned and shimmied her lacy thong from where she'd earlier positioned it. She then leant her back over the table and to Natasha's left side, thereby presenting her shapely ass to Martin's attention; she even slapped her ass cheeks a couple of times before grasping her left butt cheek and drawing it open.

Ceding to her offer, Martin directed two of the fingers of his right hand towards Alison's anus, one that was put to good use at the weekend and by three horny studs.

"They slip in quite easy," Natasha averred, and with a knowing smile as to what her colleague had gotten up to, before squatting down below them and sucking on Martin's part erect cock.

"Emn, oh yes," moaned Alison, when Martin added to her pleasure by licking her pussy and agitating her clit.

"He's gonna make me cum," Alison presently intoned, as she felt yet another climax well up inside her and moments after, crest through her prone body.

"His cock's definitely hard enough," Natasha announced, suggesting that Martin consider putting it to its intended use.

"Give me your cock, Martin," Alison, all but insisted. "Fuck me with it," she enjoined, her fingers, in pairs, now stroking down either side of her labia and clit stem.

With his cockhead now poised at Alison's slit, he motioned the glans forward and back along it. Initially in a mild teasing manner before nudging the crown inside Alison's well-lubricated opening and subsequently sliding its length all the way in.

"Oooh, yes, Martin, like that, just like that, hurmn," Alison intoned, her voice vibrating with pleasure at the end.

Not one for being idle, Natasha, having removed her blouse and bra, knelt over Alison and sucked her left nipple while rolling the other betwixt thumb and forefinger. Needless to say, her voluptuous tits swayed casually above Alison, who managed, with little effort, to return the sucking pleasure and all while Martin continued to swing his hips and cock at her dowsed pussy.

"Hurmn, hurmn," they both responded, Natasha's pleasure added to by Martin using his idle fingers to finger fuck her pussy while his thumb teased her asshole, one that wasn't as noticeably loose as that of her colleague's.

"Emn, I want your cock, Martin, where your fingers and then thumb are," Natasha appealed to him, having he, they, made Alison yet again climax.

With Martin's cock drawn back, Natasha bowed her head towards it and then sucked Alison's climatic juices from his stout erection. ‘Hurmn, emn,' she moaned, only to be joined by Alison with whom she fondly shared the taste.

Soon finished, Natasha slipped her moist lacy thong from her body, legs and feet, and subsequently used the right one to flick it to one side on the carpeted floor before leaning over the table. When her hardened nipples touched the cold surface, she let out more of a tickled giggle as opposed to an expected sigh.

"Come on, Martin, put your lovely long cock in my pussy; fuck me with it," Natasha urged, while looking back over her right shoulder. To further entice him, if it was at all needed, she brought her right hand smartly down on her right buttock, which she then flexed back and forth a few times while emitting a come-hither smile.

"Fuck her, Martin, stick your cock up her," Alison urged, as he approached her friend; his cock grasped and poised, ready to do just that.

Refraining from teasing Natasha, as he had momentarily done to Alison, Martin guided the turgid head of his erection to her wet opening and cleaved it into her receptive cunt. As he did, the walls gave way quite freely, before reflexively grasping his shaft, albeit in a close manner.

"Emn, yes, that's nice and tight," Martin uttered, as he worked his erection back and forth, in and out of Natasha's horny wet cunt box.

"Fuck me, Martin, all the fucking way in," Natasha impelled him; the water boy grasping her hips as he continued reaming her receptive pussy.

"Allow me," exclaimed Alison, soon after; whereupon, and having motioned him back, she grasped his cock and duly sucked it for some moments before guiding it back into Natasha's pussy.

"Fuck her, Martin, make her cum," Alison again urged him.

"Fuck, yes, like that, like that, fuck me," Natasha impelled him, her climax, aided by that of Alison's attention to her clit and all while she stroked her resting hand on Martin's right buttock, quickly gaining momentum.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck me, yes!" she cried out, just before it subsequently hit.

"Huh, huh, huh," Natasha gasped, as her body went into climatic response.

Once more gazing back over her shoulder, and with a contented look of lust on her face, Natasha, as she reached down for Martin's part withdrawn cock, uttered, "I want your cock in my ass." She then motioned him back and from her further. Then, with Martin fully unsheathed from her well-fucked pussy, Natasha directed the soft spongy like head across her perineum. As she did, Alison moved her hands to spread her colleague's ass cheeks for Martin's, guided by Natasha, anal intrusion.

‘Thank-you,' Natasha's thoughts commended, just as she poised his cockhead against her tight anus.

Having taken a deep, slow, unnoticeable breath, Natasha held Martin's cock firm and against her. She then motioned herself back against him until she felt the warm glans, sticky from her cunt juice, pierce her anal ring. As it did, Natasha emitted a part contented sigh, if only to deflect her attention from the initial dullness of having a nice hard cock up her ass, every so often.

"That's it, Martin, nice and easy," Alison guided him, although, in truth, it was Natasha who was feeding an ever increasing amount of his long shaft into her backside.

"How's that, nice and tight," she intoned, before removing her final few finger grips on his erection and then easing herself forward and then back again, this time taking it all the way in - balls deep and with his wiry pubes fair tickling her buttocks.

Still with his hands on Natasha's hips, Martin began a slow back and forth fuck motion. With the preliminary out of the way. Alison returned to stroking Natasha's hardened clit and this time used her other hand to direct the pace of the water boy's actions.

"Fuck her, Martin, come on, she likes it hard and deep, don't you."

"Oh my god, fucking yes. Fuck my ass, Martin, enhu," Natasha said and moaned.

"When do I get a go," exclaimed Alison presently, once more feeling left out even though she had an eventful weekend all the same.

"We've got that meeting in a short while," she reminded Natasha.

Less than a minute later, Martin found himself laid on his back on the table and with Alison squatting over him, her feet planted either side of his hips and her knees partially bent as she held his cock upright and lowered her anus towards the puffy glans. As with her pussy, she teased the head around her asshole, which Martin held exposed for her while at the same time supporting Alison's buttocks.

"Huuurrmmn," she again uttered a frisson response, though more from the anticipation of having Martin's long hard cock up inside her rectum.

"Oo yes, hrmn," Alison trembled, as she felt her opening consume the head of Martin's prick. Perched as she was, Alison moved her hands onto his firm midriff. She then slowly motioned herself down the length, uttering more vibrato sounds as she did, and again when she drew herself up from it.

"Emn, that is long," she intoned, before settling into a slow down and up motion for a short while, and then fucking her ass on it with some degree of rhythmic alacrity.

"Ooo yes, ooo yeah, more, like that, Martin," Alison regaled, even though, and as with Natasha a while ago, she was the one fucking him; the slaps of her ass cheeks against his thighs and groin marginally sounding in the meeting room.

All good things must come to an end, especially with their meeting; neither woman having had either the time or inclination to go over the notes for it.

"Are you ready to give us another lot of your lovely warm cum, Martin," Natasha intoned, "Only we've got a meeting here in about five minutes."

Ceding to their expectations, while counting himself lucky at having had the privilege of pleasuring such beautiful, sexy women, Martin remained where he was, although sat upright, as both Alison and Natasha at either side, licked up and down the warm vibrant flesh of his sticky cock before taking turns sucking on it.

"All, you do that," he crooned, not expecting any of what they did in order to facilitate his climax, and all while Alison stroked his shaft encouragingly.

"Here it comes," she announced, having felt the increased trembles, both women holding their mouths open, to receive the warm shower of Martin's forthcoming spunk, which he immediately showered them with.

"Very tasty and, quite creamy," they pronounced, Natasha adding a contented giggle afterwards.

"Right, well, thank-you, Martin," Alison exclaimed; whereupon, and leaving the young man to tidy himself up, collect the empty water bottle and then be on his way, Natasha and she quickly got dressed and tidied themselves up mere minutes before the arrival of John and Adam...!

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