Sex starved women: 4> Night shift
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Finding her sexual urges constrained, as a result of having to work most evenings, it wasn't long before Brooke's needs exploded, somewhat. Not just at work, mind, but with Alan Johnson, the young night shift supervisor.

Up until three months ago, I was one of the UK's reported 3 million unemployed. Since then I have both a job and, along with a quite understanding supervisor in Alan Johnson.

On what was almost my final visit to the job centre, I was given a contact number for a job. A well-known high street store was opening a branch in Oxford Street. Without a doubt, and especially at Christmas time and again in the January sales, it's the most busiest street in London's West end. ‘Wow, have I landed on my feet,' I remarked to myself, only for my enthusiasm to change a short while later.

As you can well imagine, it wasn't just my local job centre that had passed on the phone number to unemployed clients as we were fondly known, something I realised when I attended the long interview process. There were dozens of us, and that was just the first of three afternoons and mornings.

Suffice it to say, I made the cut. "Thank-you," I said, when I got the call. However, my elation soon diminished when I was told that I would be working a shift pattern; just 25 hours, Monday to Friday. It dropped even more, when Brian, one of two store managers, informed me I would be working late evening. 6:30 to 11:30. Thankfully, he agreed to that end time, as I needed to get the last train home, which left Charring Cross just before midnight.

As a young single woman of 23 years, I had sexual needs like most women my age. When I was unemployed, I had the freedom to enjoy men, and, on the odd occasion, more than just two. Now, however...! ‘Oh well, I guess I'll have to confine my needs to the weekends,' I ceded, having thanked Brian. Well, at least, it was a job, one I couldn't very well turn down, especially since I'd been referred by my job centre advisor.

Workmen were still finishing off the refurbishment. A much larger store had been separated into two smaller ones. After that, the fixtures and fittings along with the store's displays and shelving, which others and myself would be re-stacking when the shop had closed for the day, would need to be put in, and so the staff were sent, in small groups, to neighbouring and other shops. While there, we became acquainted with shop procedure etc, and thankfully during the daytime. That, however, didn't allow me the time to find another job, as the pay, although quite high, wasn't enough for rent, living on and travel, even though it was cheaper being off-peak.

With time running out, I managed to get a second job at the weekend. Evening shift, again, and as a bar person; alright, barmaid, especially with my 38DD tits. I suppose, if I was to be honest with myself, they are what attract a man's attention, although I had yet to receive any from those that I worked with at the store - God, was I getting horny.

I'm the type of woman, a slut you could say, that can't go too long without a nice hard cock or two up her; I even think like a slut, also. To try and forestall the onset of any such urges at work, least that's what I thought would be the case, I picked up four men, which was quite a lot, even for me, at a nightclub and let them use me as they wanted. I'll spare you the details as to what that was, but, suffice it to say, it even took me by surprise.

During the shop's initial shelf stacking period, the evening staff were specifically introduced to Alan Johnson, who would be our supervisor. ‘Hello, handsome,' I marvelled, as to his good looks and friendly, accommodating smile. In addition to myself, there were two other women. Nula was married, and so, if there was any such rivalry for Alan, it would be between Tina and myself.

I managed to control my urges for a while. I also had my hours increased to 30 a week and occasionally found myself working on Sunday's for double pay. That, however, curtailed the rare sex I had from late Saturday night, once the bar I worked in had closed for the day.

For the first time in my life, I found myself having to use a sex-toy, which I had bought from one of the many sex-emporiums around Soho, somewhere I had to go through, and late at night, on my way to the train station. I imagined it was Alan's firm cock that was up me as I fucked my heated pussy with it and stroked my hard clit. On one occasion, when I was having a meal break in the large rest room, he came in just when I was casually stroking my clit; the toy wedged inside my hot wet cunt by the grip of my pussy walls. Upon seeing Alan stood there, I moved my hand to the root of the toy and began a slow in and out fuck as I stared at him.

From what I knew of Alan, he was single. Well, I suppose he'd have to be, especially as he started at 4pm and was the one to lock the store after the others and he had finished. His hair was pale ginger and cut short, blue eyes and cleanly shaved, and his smile was always appealing. I dare say he would smile quite appreciatively if he got a look at my shaved pussy, even more so if he could see what I was doing, and imagining it was his firm cock instead.

"Here you are," he said, and then came over to me. Alan was stood about 18 inches away. Enough that, if I lowered my line of sight, which I fleetingly did, as I took my next mouthful of the hotpot I'd heated up in the store's provided microwave, I caught a glimpse of what had to be his cock.

"We're having to let some of you go," he began. ‘Fuck you very much,' I responded, and subsequently stopped the motion of the toy while my expression became more sullen.

"From tomorrow, you'll be taking over from Nula," Alan informed me. I wanted to hug him there and then but for obvious reasons I resisted.

"You'll be expected to do her work, along with that of your own and in the same time," Alan elucidated.

"Thank-you," I rejoined, not realising what the extra work would mean, as he turned and left me to finish my meal; oh, and the pleasurable fuck I was enjoying from my toy.

As the days went on, my frustration at not having a man's cock in me got worse, until one, I wouldn't call it fateful evening, but hopefully, that will set the tone for what occurred.

I'd just finished my meal, a mini pepperoni pizza with extra toppings (mushroom, mixed peppers - green, red and yellow - a tomato sliced into three and pineapple pieces) and some coleslaw on the side. I was really working the toy in and out of my twat and about to cum for the second time. As with most women, I suppose most men, for that matter, I close my eyes when I approach the zenith of my climax. I had them shut when Alan walked in on me.

"What the fuck!" I heard a man's voice exclaim, and stopped with a shock.

Upon opening my eyes and seeing my supervisor stood just inside the door, my initial thought was: ‘Shit!' Only to quickly make a knee-jerk excuse for what he'd seen: me, reclined, somewhat, in the chair I was sat on, the back of my right lower leg resting on the edge of the table while the foot of the other was planted on the floor. I had my left arm behind the back of the chair and my moist thong drawn to one side; my naked cunt, which, and with my aroused state was quite puffy, fully exposed and with the toy halfway up it.

"I'm on my break," I exclaimed. "Working nights here and at the weekend as well, I get -"

I cut my sentence abruptly short when I noticed the flinch in Alan's trousers.

"Not just me, I see," I remarked, adding a wry smile as I reflexively worked the toy in and out.

Not saying a word, Alan paced towards me. I surmised, from his expression, that he was far from cordial at what he'd seen, irrespectively.

Within mere moments, he had unzipped his trouser fly and I had his warm hard cock between my lips; my mouth full of my supervisor's firm erection, which I welcomed as he urged me to suck him. Suffice it to say, Alan's own pent up urges had gotten the better of him, as in no time at all he was soon filling my mouth with his warm and tasty spunk.

"Right, Ms Tenant," he said afterwards, before putting himself away. "Wash the plate, then you can come with me," Alan enjoined. ‘You fucker,' I thought, having straightened my thong and skirt. I then collected the plate and cutlery and took them to the sink. ‘I'm definitely for it,' I concluded, as I quickly washed them up.

"Come on, we haven't got all night," Alan hurried me along.

Somewhat grasping my left wrist, though in no way tight, my supervisor lead me along a corridor before stopping outside the manager's office. Having unlocked the door, Alan ushered me inside. Since it was the manager's office, Alan saw no reason to lock it afterwards. I dare say if he had, then...!

Again, taking a hold of my wrist, Alan directed me to Brian's table. When he turned me around, I saw a fire in his eyes, one of pure lust. He'd already cum, which is something I expect from the men I fuck, that way they, and now my supervisor, can give me a long hard railing. Saying nothing, Alan's body and eyes doing all the necessary talking, he grasped either side of my waist, picked me up and plopped me down on Brian's desk. My black skirt was of an A-line style, one that makes it easy to lift up and push back; however.

"Show me your tits, Brooke," Alan insisted, his tongue tip moistening his lips as it slid from left to right. ‘God, he wants the full three courses,' I realised and welcomed.

On the rare occasion when I've been on an actual date with a guy, the romantic meal in a restaurant, I tend to equate the type of long relaxed sex we have with that of a three course meal; the desert being when he cums in my mouth at the end.

In no time at all, I had my top off (a sweatshirt with the shop's logo on it) and my black lace bra unclipped.

"Emn, just as big," Alan marvelled at them, as they held their shape. The areola, as is always the case whenever I'm aroused, were dark discs, almost like that of a mini CD, around my perky buds. I dare say, and I haven't tried it to find out, that my hard nipple could fit through the finger hole in one.

"Pull on your nipples, make them hard," Alan enjoined, all the while gazing at my breasts and not me as he stroked his chin, no doubt contemplating what to do next in the little time I had left.

Since I could yet be in trouble over what he'd caught me doing - it would, of course, be my supervisor's word against mine - I had little option but to obey; besides which, I felt sure he'd give me what I needed, eventually.

"You like my big tits, my hard nipples," I presently chanced, as I rolled each betwixt thumb and forefinger.

"Touch ‘em, if you like. Feel how full, warm and natural they are," I encouraged, as I pulled on my hard peeks.

Extending his right hand to begin with, Alan cupped the left one. His fingers were warm and humid rather than clammy, not that it mattered to me. Alan was touching my breast, a sign that he was calmer, more relaxed; not quite putty in my hands just yet. He smiled and then moved his other hand underneath my right breast. I rolled my buds more assertively, wanting the climax that had built up inside me, the one he'd earlier disturbed, to be released; the shock of Alan's untimely entrance had dispelled it.

"Emn, yes," I lowly moaned, feeling the storm gather inside me as my breasts and nipples were ministered to. I then felt Alan's left hand leave my breast, only for him to then remove my right and replace it with his warm mouth.

"Emn, yes, oh fuck," I breathed and gasped, when the waves of my climax engulfed me- Alan's tongue flicking around my distended bud, which he suspended between his lips.

"Show me your pussy, show me how wet you are, Brooke," Alan presently enjoined, before moving his attention across to my left orb; he still, though, fondled the right one as I pulled up the front of my skirt and then drew my wet thong to one side.

What with his demands after he'd washed my mouth out, I still had the toy part sticking out of my heated wet snatch.

"Where shall we put that?" he almost gloated. I was fine with it there; however, Alan had a better suggestion.

I half expected him to move the toy around, maybe give it a little forward and back motion; fuck my horny pussy with it. Instead, he removed it. Alan then trailed the tip up my midriff before doing likewise to my right breast. When he next trailed it around my nipple, which he made sure to coat with my pussy juices, I let out a loud, strangled gasp. I wouldn't say what he was doing was kinky, but it most certainly was the first time any man had done such a thing to my rosy hard teat. Teat, being the perfect word, as my supervisor then suckled on it, tasting my sweet pussy juices, which he enthusedly licked up.

"Emn, yes, suck it, suck my nipple, make me cum you lovely bastard," I urged, my fingers vigorously thrumming my distended clit as my body climbed to another climax.

"What do you mean, bastard," he said afterwards, Alan's hands now taking over rolling my buds.

"What. Sorry, it was just a heat of the moment, emn, yes, like that, reaction. You're not going to fire me?" I said.

"What? No. What made you think..." Then, and as he emitted a warm smile, Alan realised why I'd said it.

"That's okay, only you had me worried, Alan," I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll have done anything to keep my job," I blurted out.

"Anything!" he rejoined, and with a wry smile.

This slut, the one before him, meant what she'd said. I've been fucked in all my holes, mouth, cunt and ass. And even had two cocks in my wet pussy, something beyond Alan's capabilities without the use of the toy.

"Anything you like," I cooed, as I slowly stroked my clit, my left foot up on the table and to the side, thereby giving my supervisor a nice welcome view of my puffy pussy as my juices trickled from it.

Holding Alan's transfixed gaze, I slipped three of my fingers between my cunt lips. ‘Emn,' I accentuated my moan, as I slowly fucked myself with them. I then withdrew my fingers, each one heavily coated with a sheen of my sex lube. I opened my eyes and revelled in his appreciative smile as I motioned my fingers up to my mouth. My supervisor watched as I then took each one into my mouth and sucked on it, all the while emitting low, pleasured moans, and not just for Alan's benefit.

"Let me taste," Alan intoned, hungrily.

"Be my guest," I rejoined, gesturing him, with a downward nod of my head, to the very source; my exposed horny wet, dripping cunt. True, Alan already had a taste of my nipple but that was vague by comparison. He seemed hesitant at first, though. ‘Surely he's gone down on a woman before,' I figured, only to then rest my right hand on his left shoulder and then give him the same encouragement I get from men, only, and in my supervisor's case, being subtle with it by stroking his shoulder as if I were massaging him.

No sooner had I felt the nearness of Alan's warm breath against my inner thighs than the office door was opened.

"We've finished, Al-" was all Stewart managed to get out.

"Don't stop," I whispered an urge, I was close to cumming, and, well....

"What have you lost, Brooke?" Robert chortled, while Tina looked far from surprised.

Not only did Alan stop, but, having stood up, he turned and went to lock the door; there were four other male members of staff, all still working upstairs. With our supervisor securing the office from any more interruptions, I beckoned Robert and Stewart to me and had them help me down from the manager's table. There was little point in my skirt; besides which, they had all gotten a good view of my horny wet pussy along with the toy, and so I invited Robert to undo it for me.

"Looks like it's you and me," exclaimed Tina, when Alan made his way back. By then, my skirt was pooled around my ankles and my moist thong soon followed. I was now naked in front of them save for a pair of comfortable black shoes with a sturdy four-inch heel.

Having stepped out of my skirt and thong, I picked them up. In doing so, I deliberately bent forward rather than down so that my tautened thighs and legs, which, along with my shapely ass, form a pear shape, were noticeable. As I did, and, in particular, when I went to lift myself up, I felt a hand from one of the guys brush my right buttock.

"You like my ass, then," I smiled, having turned around. "Why don't you taste it along with my pussy," I said, and then had Stewart sit up on the table for me.

Casting a brief eye to Tina, I noticed she was knelt in front of our supervisor, her hand stroking the lower part of his shaft while she slid her lips back and forth along the rest; she definitely had a mouthful of Alan's dick, make no mistake.

No sooner had I gotten Stewart's trouser fly undone, than my hand and lips were around his stout erection while I was leant forward - my feet just over shoulder length apart so that Robert could get at me. I first felt his warm breath on my ass cheeks, which he spread open. That was followed by his warm lips kissing my butt and presently his warm moist tongue was heading towards my expectant pussy.

"Hurmn," I vociferated a murmur, when I felt Robert's touch. Then a quick upward flick with his tongue tip caused me to be louder.

Round and round, in and out of my wetness, Robert swirled and plundered his adroit tongue while I continued to bob my head and moist lips down and up Stewart's warm firm shaft.

"That's it, lick it, make me cum," I urged, in between giving teasing flicks to the head of Stewart's turgid cock before once more sucking down on it; he having little need to, otherwise, encourage me to.

Refraining from making him, either of them, cum, just yet, as I still had some more work to do, I ushered Robert up and was soon knelt before him; his cock in my mouth as I sucked on it. Although I welcomed Stewart beside me, I'd have much preferred him to have tongued my pussy and ass; I stroked his cock all the same, though.

Making use of the vacated table, Alan, having removed Tina's skirt, top and bra - her tits about a cup size smaller than mine - sat her on Brian's desk and was soon licking the slut's almost shaved pussy; there being a landing strip, as it's known, just above her clit.

"Ohh yes, fuck yes, shove your tongue up there," she intoned, her body exuding fit like spasms with each teasing touch and flick that Alan imparted of Tina's pussy.

"You may be finished, guys, but I've still got work to do, then get to the station," I said, indicating a need to move things on - quite considerably!

"That's okay, Brooke, we don't mind helping; right," Stewart offered, directing the last of his sentence to Robert, who I once more had between my lips.

"Sure, why not," he said, and exuded a warm pleasant smile towards me.

Since our supervisor was content with Tina, I reposed myself so that I was knelt on all fours; still running my lips back and forth along Robert's warm erection while offering Stewart my ass and cunt to lick, which he subsequently did, making just as good a job of it as Robert had, though not kissing my butt. That was fine by me.

"Do you take it up the ass?" Robert enquired. I had to stop lest I gagged when I spluttered. In all my years a guy had never asked me. Instead, I suppose they took it to be as natural as me sucking their dick.

"Indeed, I do, Robert," I intoned, before encompassing his cock with my mouth and being extra attentive with it. Although he was long enough to pierce my throat, I held Robert's shaft within a loose grip; one that I now relaxed.

Slowly drawing myself up and off his erection, so that I had just the glans immersed in my warm moist mouth, I wiggled the head with my tongue. I then, when I worked my lips down his shaft, teased its length with my curled up tongue tip. When I reached Robert's groin, I protruded my tongue and licked what I could reach of his ball sac as I took the glans into my throat.

"Oh fuck, yes. I'm in Brooke's throat; my dick's in her throat," he proclaimed. Yes, and Stewart's cock was now in my pussy. I was, as I like to call it, being spit fucked by them (spit roast, makes it seem like I'm a piece of meat); quite enjoyable it was, as always.

"Gluh," I throatily responded, whenever Stewart added a jerk to his forward momentum once he'd almost filled me up. That sprung me onto Robert's cockhead, which was cordially fucked into my oesophagus.

In some way, I was surprised that Tina hadn't remarked to my affable liking for ass sex. ‘Maybe she enjoys it also,' I figured. Then...

"Dirty slut. That's dirty. What a tramp," she responded, belatedly. No doubt she'd been force fed Alan's cock since before my confession, as she no doubt viewed my revelation.

"Dirty, it may be, but I can assure you, it's quite pleasurable, especially with a cock in my horny wet pussy," I trilled, before being encouraged by Robert to continue sucking his dick.

"Surely it must hurt; some discomfort, at the very least," Tina enquired of me.

"The first time...Wait, Robert," I told him, in his eagerness, "sure, but doing it as part of normal sex and fucking, any displeasure is dull and minimal unless the guy is quite thick. Okay," I said, and accepted Robert's renewed attention.

"I'd quite like to try that," he said, with an appealing smile, indicating a DP rather than fuck my throat, which was fine and dandy by me; besides which, time had somewhat flown, as is the case when you're having this sort of fun.

I'm also the type of slut who enjoys riding a man's cock with my ass, that way I can temper any discomfort and control the ‘motion in the ocean', as the saying goes, while making my pussy available to those wishing to take turns with me - possibly Alan, at some point, provided, of course, he can drag himself away from Tina.

With Robert, the one who broached the subject of my ‘taking it up the ass' (what a quaint turn of phrase I'd thought), led on the cheap carpet, I somewhat took him, the others also, by surprise when I stood over his hips with my back towards him. Nonetheless, and when I squatted down, he instinctively reached up his hands and supported my lower back. ‘Thank-you,' I said, and then reached below me for his slick covered cock, which I subsequently held vertical as I lowered my ass towards the puffy glans.

"It's okay," I assured Robert, when he went to repose his right hand to open my ass cheek and crack. Although I hadn't had a cock up there in some while, my pussy also, until Stewart kindly obliged, my ass, like my cunt, was quite receptive.

"Just a bit...!" I fumbled for an opening, and with a small dull plop the head sunk inside. "There we go," I exclaimed, adding a contented smile, as I began the ‘getting acquainted' ritual of working my asshole down then up and down and up a bit more of the guy's cock up my ass until it moved freely; my extra attention to Robert's cock had covered it with sufficient enough saliva to act as a lube - as always.

At first, I thought Tina's close attention was to observe how easy I was fucking my ass on Robert's erection; sliding all the way down its length before flexing myself all the way back up until just the crown was in my backside. After she'd observed it the second time, Tina flashed a suspect smile towards me. She then, taking us all by surprise, dropped her head forward and flicked my meaty cunt lips with her tongue.

Since I had my hands behind me, both for support and additional leverage, I had little choice other than to accept her attention; ‘it was a tongue,' I told myself; a woman's tongue nevertheless. That said, Tina certainly knew what she was doing, even though it was clear, from her vague forward motions when she subsequently licked and sucked my clit, that one of the others, Stewart, as it happened, was drilling her cunt from behind.

That left me Alan, and I welcomed him between my thighs, which Robert pulled back until my legs were fully open to his approach. ‘Fuck me, Alan, give me your stone hard cock,' I invited, only for Tina to stop, turn her head and give his warm length an additional few sucks before directing it towards my heated cunt, which she drew open.

Although bracing myself motionless to receive the second offering of fuck meat, Tina teased my opening by swirling the head against my raw pink sex. She then motioned the underside of Alan's vaguely curved erection along the groove of my cleft, eliciting the odd pleasured moan from my lips before slipping the crown into my needy pussy just as I came. ‘Thank-you,' I directed a smile at her, then towards Alan as she cleaved his lovely welcome cock up inside me. When it was all the way in, I drew my cunt muscles around him and held his entire length, fully embedded, inside me. Joy and pleasure at having my supervisor between my splayed legs overcame me.

"I've just, emn..." I sighed a moan, as a frisson of pleasure rippled through me, thanks, in part, to that of Tina not giving up on licking my distended clit, which she'd now exposed to her tongue. "...cum. Oh yes," I squirmed, having relaxed the walls of my vulva and received an extra thrust from Alan, into the bargain.

"Oh. Just your fingers, Stewart," warned Tina. Evidently, he was either teasing her asshole with them or in some way being encouraging as he fucked his cock to her. Still the others hadn't come looking for us - thankfully.

At some point, I had Alan and Stewart change over. I had a finale in mind, whereby, they would all get to ream my ass. When Alan took himself from, Tina quickly gobbled the head and got an extra thick taste of my pussy juice from it before relinquishing him to once more drill her quim.

"Finger my ass for me, Alan," the little tramp impelled him, as she, still loosely holding his dew moist cock directed our supervisor, someone who was supposed to be professionally above what we were so enjoyably doing, behind her genuflected body and slid his length between her wet cunt lips; Tina adding a contented pleasured sigh when Alan slipped himself inside her.

"Oh fuck, yes, like that, fuck my cunt, finger my ass, my tight fucking ass. More, oh yes, oh fuck, yes." Tina evidently on the edge of her own climax as Stewart went to tease my opening.

"Put it in me Stewart...if you want my ass," I told him. "Emn," I moaned, out of contentment, when he sailed his delicious length into my receptive port.

"Oh fuck, yes, give it to me, fuck my horny wet cunt," I urged. Whether my mind, which was momentarily in control, was attempting to upstage Tina was of little consequence let alone consideration as his adroit thrusts fucked me up the length of the cock in my tight ass and Tina once more tended to my distended throbbing clit.

"It's late," Stewart announced, no doubt having consulted his watch.

Hopefully, we could do this again sometime; just him and me, that is. Then, though, and having they disengaged themselves from Tina and myself, I went over to the table, hopped up on it and shimmed my backside to the edge. In Marilyn Chamber's style, from what was her reflective first fuck by the young handyman on her father's snooker table, I drew my legs up and out so that I was offering them both my accommodating fuck holes and, with my arms between my thighs, grasped the edge of Brian's table.

"I want a nice hard fuck from all of you; nice and deep, mind," I told them.

"What about me, bitch!" Tina, as expected, snarled.

"You're welcome to both of the others," I told her. A realisation that soon changed her expression and once more warmed my competitor for Alan to me; enough, that my vacant pussy came in for much attention from Tina when Stewart fucked his length up my tight asshole - hard and so, so deep it surged. I do so enjoy a good hard ass fuck once it's loose enough.

"Fuck my ass, that's it. Fuck the slut's cunt," I addressed Robert, which was somewhat appropriate, since he had just been where Stewart's cock was hammering itself into me.

"Harder, fuck me harder, it's okay I can take it, Stewart." My grip, as he did, quite tight on the table, my knuckle's no doubt white as a result.

"Fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass, yeah, like that, fuck it good, real fucking good." Of course, like this, I knew he would soon cum, especially with the alacrity with which his cock was pumping while my ass muscle's encouragingly milked Stewart's erection into giving up his warm sticky spunk. Although Tina seemed okay with taking Robert's cock in her wet pussy, would she be similarly accepting of Stewart's soon to be erupting cock! I was shortly about to find out...!

"Not in me, give it to the queen slut," I said; whereupon, Stewart quickly withdrew his pulsating dick and shot the first of his warm volleys of white cum on Tina's cheek, beside her lip, just as she turned to accept it. I now watched as she, open mouth, accepted Stewart's cockhead between her broad lips and caught the rest; however much of it there was. Finished, Tina surprised me, by closing her lips and slowly drawing herself from Stewart's wilting shaft, which caused him to tremble a few times.

Stood up, the lovely slut approached my part raised upper body, my head tilted back in readiness to accept her warm offering. Taking my chin in one hand and the nape of my head in the other, Tina, with compliancy from me, opened my mouth and then drooled what she hadn't already swallowed of Stewart's still warm creamy jism into my welcoming mouth. She then followed the last dregs with her tongue and swirled the liquid goo around my mouth, her lips firmly kissing mine as she did. I don't count myself as being anything other than heterosexual, but that evening, I just gave into the wonderful pleasure of my colleague's attention.

Since Robert had already had my ass and Tina had a hold of him anyway, I joyfully welcomed Alan, the object of my overall affections and attention between my still splayed thighs. He was holding the toy and emitting an appealing smile, one I returned irrespective of where it was destined. Thankfully, and since I wanted his cock in my backside, which he quickly filled with a telling thrust, Alan directed Tina to pull open the flaps of my fuck flesh. He then, while submitting my tight ass to a slow sensual fuck, teased my exposed opening the same way Tina had done with Stewart's cock a while ago.

"Urmn, urmn," I moaned, wanting, needing him to put it inside me and give my backside a more residual drilling; anymore words of encouragement for him to fuck me, tempered by my mouth sucking on Tina's offered hard nipple. I was certainly discovering things about myself that night.

"Hurmn," I gasped a murmur, at my supervisor's forceful thrusts as he speared his cock into me. At one point my left hand lost its momentary grip as, with my legs part wrapped around Alan, I urged him to rail me.

Presently stood up, big, not so tall, and naked from the waist down, as were Robert and Stewart, Alan smiled down at my naked body, which was covered in a sheen of sweat; the store's AC having been turned off. He subsequently smiled when he shot his warm sticky erupting load over my body. The strands of cum even reached past my tits, which welcomed the warm sticky splashes that rained down the rest of my undulating body.

Not missing a beat, Tina began licking it off me just as the second wave cascaded and arced over my nakedness. Then, and grasping his shaft, the head quite bulbous as a result, my lovely handsome supervisor moved to my left and squirted two more loads into my open mouth; emn, delicious.

For Robert, I hopped down from the table and had Tina sit where I was; I'd managed to suck the life back into Stewart, so...! I then, leant forward and without any sign of tentativeness, directed my tongue towards her cunt, which Tina parted for me while I, in turn, drew my ass cheeks apart for Robert.

"Fuck, yes. You like my ass, huh," I gasped, when his strong cock gave me a telling confirmed thrust.

"Lick my clit, Brooke," she demanded. That was the first time that evening Tina had used my actual name. ‘Emn,' I moaned, as I took a hefty railing from Robert and got a taste of pussy other than my own; Tina even smelt quite nice as well.

"Make me, cum, slut, I want to cum in your mouth, do it," she enjoined, her body undulating with the onset of a climax. I dared, I then brought myself to slip two fingertips into Tina's tight a-hole, which subsequently gripped them as her body spasmed with orgasmic shock.

"Hurmn," she continued to murmur throughout; the attention of Stewart's firm cock subduing what would otherwise have been loud shouts. I accepted the delicious slut's juices, which permeated from her sodden pussy and trickled onto my tongue and against my lips and chin; at least she didn't squirt, which was some consolation, I had no idea how, or if, I could have handled that.

Mere moments later, Robert tapped me on my back. Immediately, I spun around, knelt before him and accepted his delicious cum in my mouth. ‘Emn, starter, main course and dessert; perfect,' I trilled to myself.

"Okay, get dressed and help Ms Tenant finish off her work," Alan hurried us along. Although I left a bit late, my body smelling of all their cum and sex, I enjoyed the varied looks I got from some of my fellow late night passengers on the 30 minute ride home. The suited gent sat next to me, having summoned up the courage to open a broadsheet newspaper, one that, from its noticeable condition, he had already read, surreptitiously, and without anyone but me noticing, slid his right hand underneath the back page and onto my left thigh. ‘I'm getting off at the next stop,' I presently whispered, lustfully. Since I didn't have work until 7pm the next day, at the pub, I'll leave you with your own thoughts as to what we got up to.