Chapter 1
John looked up from the product manual and his eyes scanned the room. It was his first day in this new job, and he was supposed to be committing the product range to memory. But he couldn’t get his mind to focus, it kept straying to salacious thoughts of the woman sitting across the office from him.
Leanna was the Senior Sales Manager and his new boss. She had also been the one who headed his interview panel. Jeff had thought then that she was gorgeous. Now, sitting in an office with her, her allure was almost overwhelming.
Long, blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. Topping her attractions were her huge, rounded breasts, emphasized by the tight, pink, fine-knit sweater that she wore. So tight that it created totally unnecessary emphasis.
She stood up, her hands straightening the tight back skirt that hugged her waist, its lines flowing gracefully over her hips, revealing their generous contours. She smiled at him and turned to walk over to the coffee machine. John averted his eyes, hastily looking back at the brochure. But he couldn’t stick with it. Glancing across the office, he saw Leanna exaggeratedly bending over the coffee machine. He was sure she was purposely waggling her arse at him. He looked around the office. No one else seemed to have noticed, they were all concentrating on their computer screens.
Leanna turned and walked back towards him, coffee in hand. Her breasts bounced readily in her sweater. Just a bit more than they should have done. John felt a stiffening in his trousers. She was walking up to his desk and he was acutely aware of his erection.
Leaning over the top of his monitor, Leanna looked at him.
“Let me put this coffee down, then could you come and give me a hand?”
“Yes, of course,” spluttered John, wanting anything at that moment but to have to stand up.
She turned and went back to her desk, put down the cup and came back.
“Come on then…”
John stood up and was sure she glanced at his crotch and smiled, before she turned and led the way out of the office.
“I could do with a man with some big muscles to hump boxes of paper about in the photocopier room. Besides, it will give us some time to get acquainted. That will be nice, don’t you think?”
“Yes, of course, Mrs Jones,” replied John, uncertain of what they would talk about and why she should need him to move paper about.
“Call me Leanna, there is no need to be so formal, not when we are alone. Come on, it’s this way” she said, leading him down a corridor towards a stairwell. As she walked, she swung her hips seductively, almost teetering on her high heels, which served to emphasize her legs and substantial arse. Everything about her was substantial, decided John. Not only did she have massive tits, but the pink jumper was failing to rein in a roll of fat that muffin-topped over the waistband of her overly tight skirt. The skirt itself was just a bit too short. When she had bent over the coffee machine, John was pretty sure he had glimpsed the lacy tops of stockings encasing her sizeable thighs. He put his hand in his pocket and tried to rearrange his erection so that it didn’t bulge quite so alarmingly.
Still following her, they descended the stairs and as she turned the corner halfway down, John looked over the railing to look down at her, to see just how much her bust jutted forward. I bet she’s not seen her feet in years, he thought.
“Here we are,” she said, unlocking a nondescript door to reveal a large storage room with a light that was turning on automatically as the door opened. Beside the door, was a pallet of photocopy paper. John looked down the darkened corridor and could see in the distance, chinks of light that indicated a pair of doors. Must be where the forklift came in, he thought.
“Grab a couple of those boxes and bring them in here,” requested Leanna.
John picked up two and followed her into the room. It was surprisingly big. A large photocopier machine stood forlornly in the middle of one wall, and in the middle of the room was a large, expensive-looking table, covered with a blanket. A scattering of mismatched chairs and discarded filing cabinets comprised the rest of the furnishings.
Behind him there was the sound of a bolt sliding into place as Leanna closed the door behind them. John was acutely aware of how small the room had suddenly become, and what a confined space that they were in. How trapped he was.
“Just put them down there, and let me get a look at you.”
John put down the boxes of paper and turned round, trying to back up into the wall behind him as Leanna looked him up and down.
“Someone might come,” he spluttered desperately.
“Oh, I don’t think they will,” she replied and reached behind her. John heard the door latch click into place. “Now, I know you’ve been ogling me since you got here this morning,” she started.
“I… I’m sorry,” John started to wonder which tack to take. “I’ll try not to look in future.”
“Oh, no. You’ll look, I like it. And don’t worry about anybody else saying anything, the last person who accused me of inappropriate behaviour had an interview with HR the same afternoon and didn’t come to work the next day. And everyone knows it. No one will say anything. Don’t you worry.”
“Oh,” said John, swallowing hard, “I’m married,” he blurted out, as if this was relevant or was going to change the course of the morning.
“So am I, and I’m not going to tell him anything, am I? Just as I’m sure you’re not going to tell your wife. Now then, you’ve been staring at me all morning. Why don’t you have a proper look?”
So saying, Leanna pulled her pullover over her head, exposing the biggest pink, lace-trimmed bra that John had ever seen. Despite being a full-cup bra, there was a greater expanse of visible cleavage than his wife could manage even when naked. As far as he could remember as it had been a while. Leanna smiled at him lasciviously and even though she was big, and even had a small roll of fat hanging over her waistband, John instantly knew she was the most overtly sexy woman he had ever been close to.
“There’s no need to stand there like a frightened rabbit, come here,” commanded Leanna, closing the distance between them with a single step and reaching for his suddenly clammy hands, and then lifting them to cradle her breasts.
“Wow!” gasped John, as he felt the weight of her boobs, then “OH!” as she reached forward and unerringly grasped his erection through his trousers.
“Oh, I don’t think you are going to disappoint me, not at all, are you, John?” she said, skilfully lowering his zip and slipping her hand inside. “Oh, not at all!” Her hand withdrew, to be joined by its companion which worked to rapidly undo his belt, releasing his trousers and pushing down his Y-fronts.
“Oh, very nice, shaved and uncut. Just the way I like them” she whispered as she crouched down and without further ado, took most of his cock into her mouth. John gasped and fought a sudden urge to cum, that seconds before he didn’t know he had. Leanna looked up at him accusingly, whilst her mouth masticated the end of his cock in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Satisfied that he wasn’t about to unload, she removed him from her mouth and stood up, her hand cradling his balls threateningly.
“Right, two rules we need to get clear. One, you do not cum in me or on me, is that clear? I am not going back upstairs covered in, dripping or smelling of spunk. Can you promise that or do I have to bag you?”
John nodded affirmatively, convinced by the grip she had on his bollocks that he could agree to anything.
“Secondly, this is not a love affair. At no time do you start uttering your undying love for me. We fuck, we go back to work. And you do not start treating me with affection or staring at me lovingly across the room, like a love-sick puppy. Okay?”
Her hand tightened, squeezing him threateningly.
“Okay,” nodded John, “we don’t have to… at all, if you don’t want to,” he tried, hopefully.
“Oh, I want, now come over here.”
Leaving him standing in the middle of the room, Leanna walked over the table and rucked her skirt up to her waist, revealing that she was indeed wearing lace-topped black stockings, along with a matching suspender belt and substantial Spandex silver panties. As she turned to face him, the breadth of her silver-clad arse rotated out of view and John’s first thought was of an eclipse of the moon.
“Come on, hurry up, we haven’t got all day,” she said, sitting on the table, leaning back whilst one hand pulled the gusset of her panties to one side. John knew he was staring as his eyes locked on her shaven pussy, which was pink and gaping and had the biggest pair of brown labia he had ever seen. “Come here,” she repeated, reaching for his cock with her other hand and taking a grasp, pushed his foreskin back firmly. John gasped, again on the edge of pain as his glans, now hard and purple, was pointed straight towards her gash, as a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.
“Hmm, nice,” she cooed as she pulled him to her.
There wasn’t any noticeable friction as he slid into her, no tightness or unpleasant dryness, totally unlike the rare occasions his wife allowed him to ‘have her’ (which were very much her words, not his). Steadily he sank, balls deep, into Leanna.
“Hmm, nice, you are quite thick, young John, quite pleasantly girthy, now get on with it, and remember…”
“No cumming?” guessed John, feeling that this wasn’t going to be much of an issue as he swung his hips, driving into her with rapid thrusting strokes. Then, as if at the throwing of a switch, her pussy transformed. No longer was he lost inside her, suddenly her pussy gripped him, squeezing along his length, becoming the most wonderful fucking sensation he had ever had.
“Wow!” he gasped and noticed Leanna’s predatory smile disappear, to be replaced with a look of almost surprise. His hand reached to cup one of her breasts and she pushed his hand aside, to then reach up, slip the straps from her shoulders and lift first one, and then the other breast free from their confinement.
John’s jaw dropped. Although heavy and pendulous, her breasts were also big and round and had nipples, each bigger than his thumb, sitting amid large, dark brown areola.
“Wow!” he gasped, self-consciously aware that he was repeating himself, before dipping his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Now he no longer felt trapped and abused, now he was in heaven and his hips thrust his cock enthusiastically into her, with rapid, yet deep, penetrating strokes, as his mouth sucked and he felt the satisfying presence of her nipple between his lips.
“Ahhh” groaned Leanna unexpectedly, her hand releasing her grip on her panties, to pull his head to her breast.
John could feel her too now beginning to thrust with her hips, as if seeking a climax and enjoying the journey to it. Her legs lifted, wrapping around his back and pulling him to her, shortening but deepening his strokes.
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s it,” she cried.
Worried about her loud cries of delight, John clasped his hand over her mouth. Leanna shook her head.
“It’s okay, this room is soundproofed, old copiers were noisy. Oh god, more!”
John thrust faster, hearing the squelching of his cock in her moist fanny and the slapping of his legs against her inner thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted and now John could feel his body joining in the chase. He started to pull back, to disengage before the inevitable climax and emptying of his gonads.
“Stop, stop!” he gasped urgently, trying to push back from her. Finally, she realized the urgency of his struggles and released him and John staggered back, pulling out of her, his cock twitching as he fought to not cum.
With a speed unexpected for her size, Leanna slid from the table, fell to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. One hand grasped his cock, wanking it authoritatively to climax, as her other pushed into her panties and began to rub frantically at her clit.
“Oh, oh! I can’t hold it,” gasped John, “I’m cumming…”
His hips bucked, pushing his rigid member deeper into her mouth as his body shuddered with a series of thuds deep within his abdomen as months’ worth of pent-up spunk spurted from his cock and into her mouth.
Leanna swallowed quickly, and rubbed herself furiously, closing the gap and now cumming with him. “AAAARRRRHHHH!” she groaned around a mouth full of spunk. Her shoulders shook and slowly she leaned back, releasing his cock from her lips, whilst sucking every last morsel from it.
“Well! That was girthy and prolific,” she said, standing up and pushing her skirt back down, a finger pushing the last trace of spunk back between her lips. “Do yourself up, don’t leave it out, languishing in the breeze,” she added, turning her back to him and scooping her breasts back into her bra.
John tucked himself back in and did up his belt and zipper, then looked up to find Leanna tucking her pullover back into her skirt. Finally, with a flick of her hair back over a shoulder, she reached for the door handle.
“Right, shall we go?”
She breezed out of the door, without a single sigh betraying that just moments before she had been in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy and busily swallowing cum.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day,” she said, turning to John, “I can see you are going to need some more supervision, very close supervision.”
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