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Subject: {ASSM} The Office Party
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Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 18:10:04 -0400
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sThe Office  Party

 
    Parties as they  so often do, are a lot of patting on the back and 
sucking up to the to those  higher up then us.  We so often forget that a party 
is for enjoyment and  exchanging friendly conversation.  Well, this party is 
for a retirement  of one of the senior officers in the Accounting Firm.  
All the lovely  speeches and words of regret at their going, mostly the 
opposite of what is  really meant.  The bastard was a no good prick and if you 
want a poster  child for sexual harassment, he would get my vote.  Good fucking 
 riddance, the bastard even grabbed my ass familiarly as he whispered in my 
 ear, asking for a good bye suck.
    Luckily, I was  not that drunk to respond with a blowjob or a go fuck 
yourself  asshole.  On my best behavior tonight.  As I skillfully smile and  
say I will be back in a little bit to him, as I wend my way through the  
drunken crowd.  Amazing what free booze will do the suckie freeloaders in  the 
firm.
    My single malt  scotch in hand, sitting down at a table with one of the 
ladies from  management, to watch the men move from one woman to the next, 
hitting on  them, taking rejection with a smile and moving to the next.  
Megan  an older woman, maybe in her fifties, though she looks younger.  Not  
handling her alcohol very well, as we talk and watch the crowd, her words  
slurring slightly.  Fielding the occasional man who sits down by her,  with a 
smile and kind words.  Thinking to myself that she isn't very use  to these 
social gatherings as the men notice not only she is a bit tipsy; but  she has 
a pretty nice body.  
    Megan, quiet and  very efficient, running the Human Resource Department 
with an iron and capable  fist.  As I mentioned, she is in her fifties.  
Red hair, maybe  going gray; but if so hidden well.  Medium height and not 
heavy; but  nicely curved.  She has noticeably large breasts, showing a fair 
amount  of cleavage in her scooped neck dress.  The folds of her skirt showing 
 off the zoftig curves of her hips and ass.   And a nice pair of  legs 
below the mid thigh hem of her skirt.  
    Watching as she  is asked to dance a nice slow one and seeing the men 
enjoying the fullness of  her breasts as they hold her close.  Seeing that 
she really doesn't want  to accept requests to dance; but wise enough not to 
refuse too often and seem  standoff, especially with upper management.  
    Learning more  about her in between her sets of tripping the light 
fantastic.  Lives  alone, been with the firm for almost fifteen years.  Likes to 
read and  eat out in restaurants and bikes for exercise.  No pets and no 
current  beaus.
    In between  circulating around the room and doing a few slow dances 
myself, coming back to  relax with Megan as none of the men have caught my 
fancy yet.  Well  you know, not seeing any that might scratch the little itch 
between my  legs.  But still time to do it here or go find someone to go with 
and  explore the wonders of in house fucking.  That sounds so crude; but it 
is  the truth.
    Feeling a little  protective of Megan as the men have also noticed that 
she is a bit drunk  shall we say.  Watching disapprovingly as they take 
advantage to touch  her breasts inadvertently and most likely groping her under 
the  tablecloth.  
    Having found a  junior executive type, who is vaguely familiar, I count 
him as a possibility  for the night.  He doesn't have two left feet, he is 
tall and not bad  looking, has nice smile and dresses with some care.  Also 
when he holds  me close, I can feel that there is a bit of excitement in his 
body.  Even  if that bulge isn't for me, it is an ample enticement.
    The party winding  down and deciding to follow my Lothario to a bar 
with his friends, I find my  way to the parking lot and see Megan moving to her 
car in a drunken  walk.  Stepping away from my new friend Tom, and over to 
where Megan is  half in and half out of her car.  One of the young men 
trying to talk her  into a meeting.
    "Hey girlfriend,  I don't think you should drive.  Let me take you 
home."  Her eyes a  little blurry and she wavers and with that little bit of 
help, am able to  steer her away from her car, take the keys and lock it up.  
Then waving  Tom over to me, "I have to take Megan home, hopefully I will 
catch up to you  in a little bit."  Taking his cell phone number as I hold on 
to Megan and  then steering her to my vehicle.  
    Upon finding out  her address, deciding that I will drive her to my 
house, which is less then a  mile away, instead of across town and out about 
twelve miles.  Megan,  laying back with her eyes closed, no resistance as I 
drive to my house and  with a little maneuvering get her into the house and to 
my spare room on the  first floor.  I would not even attempt to have her on 
the second floor on  her own in this state.  
    Looking down at  the woman, more zonkered then she expected, I kneel 
down and slip off her high  heels and then pushing her skirt up, find that she 
is wearing thigh high  stockings.  Rolling them down and then standing her 
up and reaching  around to undo the zipper at her back.  Slipping it down to 
the small of  her back.  Resting her body against mine, Slipping the dress 
off her  shoulders and letting it puddle at her ankles.  Setting her down 
again  and moving the heels and stockings and dress out of the way, as I pull 
her to  her feet again and walk her to the bathroom.
    "Are you  awake?"  Her head nodding and eyes opening as I position her 
over the  toilet bowl and pulling down her bikini panties settle her onto 
the  seat.  Waiting for a few seconds.  "You need to pee honey."   Rubbing her 
cheeks feeling the warmth as her eyes open and she releases a  stream of 
piss into the bowl with a loud hiss.
    "Are you  finished."  Another nod of her head.  Okay, thinking to 
myself, as I  pull off some toilet paper and wipe between her legs.  Then pulling 
her  panties away from her feet, as I tug her upright and sleep walk her to 
the  bed.  Seeing that she is this far naked, I undo the her bra and let 
her  full breasts slip out of the cups.  Impressed as they are nice and round  
and just have a slight droop.  Not bad at all for their size and her  age.  
    Pulling the  covers back and easing her into the bed sitting, then 
laying her back and  lifting her legs onto the bed.  Looking down at the naked 
woman and  seeing that she is really in good shape.  A slight roundness to 
her belly  and toned legs and calves.  Breasts nice firm mounds on her chest, 
not  slipping much to the sides.  Not seeing any cosmetic marks.  Her  mound 
shaved as is the rest of her body.
    Looking down at  her, already noisily in a drunken sleep.  Her face at 
peace.   Pulling the covers over her and leaning down to kiss her forehead.  
 "Sleep Megan, you are safe tonight.  Folding her clothes neatly and  
placing a clean robe on the chair next to her bed and turning on a night lamp  in 
the room and also in the bathroom.
    Then completing  my abulation and brushing my teeth; before sliding 
under my covers.  Then  remembering to text Tom, that I would not be meeting 
him.  A soft sigh as  I fall asleep, my fingers teasing my folds.  
    Waking to the  first light of day and getting out fresh towels and wash 
cloth.  Then  turning on my pot of coffee and sitting in the early morn 
sipping my morning  lifeblood. About 8:30 hearing sounds of movement and 
quietly walking to the  doorway of the spare room.
    Smiling' "Hope  you don't mind.  I thought you needed a ride and 
brought you home with  me.  I have a fresh robe for you and the bathroom is the 
first room on  the left.  I have fresh coffee in the kitchen.
    "Thank  you."  The woman flushing and a bit embarrassed I think, so I 
left her to  rise and shortly heard the shower going for a long, long  time.  
  Then after awhile she stepped from the bathroom in the  white terrycloth 
robe.  Hair wet and combed with her fingers I  think.
    Pouring her a mug  of coffee and the fixings and then leading her to 
the living room.    Sitting down for a few minutes, just sipping the warm 
coffee and waking up  further I think.
    Watching over the  rim of my coffee mug, seeing the woman in the light 
of day, no makeup, and  hair uncombed; but looking lovely in spite of that.  
Her legs pale  compared to mine as his her face and the vee of the robe 
showing her  chest.  Also a delightful spray of freckles on her face and upper  
chest.  Thinking she fills out that robe much better then I do, as I tug  
at the belt of my robe and pull the thin material of silk flat to my  chest.
    Looking into her  eyes, green and appraising me. " I just assumed you 
had no place to go  this morning.  And thought it best if you had some hours 
before  driving.  I hope that you were comfortable."
    "Thank you for  your kindness.  I should not have been driving or 
drinking last  night.  Not like me to drink that much in public.  Did I make a 
fool  of myself."  Her words honest questions, as she sits back on the  sofa.  
My eyes holding her, then dropping as she crosses her legs.   The movement 
opening up split at the hem of her robe, exposing the nicely  toned legs.  
Then as my eyes lift to hers again, seeing the top has  fallen open a little 
to expose some of that deep  cleavage.
    Seeing a  twinkling in her eyes as I meet hers again.  Amusement?  
Catching my  breath then responding.  "I think maybe, you might have found 
yourself  nude under some covers this morning; but in another room.  And maybe 
not  with a companion you would have picked if sober.  Some guys were putting  
some moves on you."
    "That would  definitely have been a mistake,"  her body shifting again 
and more of her  leg exposed her hand  playing with the tie of her robe.  
"Wouldn't  have been the first time; but most likely not the person I would 
have chosen  to have awoken up with at my side."
    Thinking to  myself, most definitely not, if what I have heard of the 
office rumors are  true.  Thinking that Megan is quite resilient, not showing 
any of the  after affects of her previous night of drinking.
    "I hope you don't  mind that I undressed you last night.  I just don't 
think sleeping in  daytime clothes is appropriate."   Remembering her nude 
on the bed,  before I pulled the covers over her.  Feeling a slight flush and 
warmth  to my cheeks as I realize how bold I was to fully undress her.  
Most  likely I should have left her in her underwear.  
    Pulling at the  hem of my short thin robe, that had ridden up my long 
things as I curled my  legs under me on the easy chair.  Holding the two 
sides together as my  hand rests against my closed thighs.  Remembering that I 
am naked under  my robe, and remembering, feeling a pressure between my legs 
and my large  nipples thickening more against the thin material.  Not 
looking down; but  very aware that they have puckered and are pressing against the 
top of my  robe.
    All too conscious  now of the office rumors, that Megan is lesbian.  
The flush  deepening  in my cheeks and nipples swelling more in my  
embarrassment.  Looking at her and seeing her eyes are pointedly looking  at my chest, 
then my eyes and then dropping to my legs.
    Feeling my lips  dry as I wet them with the tip of my tongue and 
feeling more embarrassed as  she smiles.  She knows these signs all too well.  
Feeling tongue  tied, which is unusual for me as I nervously sip more of my  
coffee.
    Watching as she  sets her coffee on the side table and lifts the throw 
pillows from the sofa  and puts them on the back.  Then watching as she 
shifts to the middle  cushion, the robe becoming more awry, exposing more of her 
legs and chest, the  tie loose.  Then watching he move to the end cushion 
and patting it  gently with her palm.
    "Come sit here  Patrice.  I may call you Patrice?"  Her lips turning 
into a lovely  smile, eyes twinkling brightly as she pats the cushion again.  
"Come sit  by me."
    Setting my coffee  mug down and slipping my legs to the floor and 
walking the few steps to settle  down on the cushion next to her.  Feeling the 
press of bare legs as she  turns to me and moves closer, her lips parting.  My 
eyes fixed on them as  she touches mine with her open mouth.  Tasting the 
sweetness of it,  thinking she must have used toothpaste, as the lips press 
against mine.   Her tongue flicking lightly, brushing my teeth and touching  
mine.
    Moaning softly  into her mouth as I feel her hand move to robe and pull 
the sides apart.   Her fingertip soft butterfly touches on the swollen tips 
of my nipples.   Another moan and my chest thrusting into her hand.  
Filling it with the  small mound of my breast and hard nipple.  The flesh aching, 
almost  painfully as her fingers roll the ultra sensitive tip in her finger  
pads.  A soft whimper as she tugs on it gently, pulling the soft mound  
forward and rolling the tip at the same time.
    My body leaning  back against the sofa, as her other hand, reaches to 
my waist and undoes the  simple overhand knob of the tie.  Pulling the side 
back to expose the  left side of my body from chest to leg.  Her hand 
brushing my breast,  then sliding down to slip over the mostly smooth flesh of my 
tummy, and then a  brief brush of my mound, as her hand grasps the inside of 
my thigh and eases  the leg open.  
    Her leg warm  pressing against the outside of my thigh as her hand 
moves down the velvety  smoothness of my inner thigh, squeezes my knee, and then 
move back up.   Another soft moan as the back of her fingers touch my puffy 
and now exposed  labia.  My other leg falling open to reveal the swollen 
slit.  Her  finger nail, knowingly tracing up one fat lip then down the other. 
  Holding my breath as my hips hunch forward on the cushion and legs spread 
 obscenely open to her touch.  
    Feeling the  trembling in my thighs, as her fingers touch my puffy lips 
again and then  traces the slit of my pussy.  Parting the ridges and 
wetting the tip of  her fingers with the leaking oil from my walls.
    My eyes closed as  I suck on her questing tongue.  My tummy tucking in 
as she pulls on one  and then the other of my nipples.  Gasping my breath 
into her mouth,  feeling her suck it into her mouth.  Helplessly lost in the 
sensation  that she is eliciting from my body with her simple, knowing  touch.
    Her hand pushing  me back to the arm of the chair, my legs shifting and 
laying back, totally  exposed to her.  Eyes fluttering as her nail rakes 
between my lips and  then pushes deeper.  One of my hands reaching to her arm, 
not sure if I  am wanting to pull it away or to pull it harder to me.
    Speechlessly  laying back looking at Megan, as her fingers part my 
pussy lips and two of  them spear into my tunnel.  My hips jerking up off the 
cushion to push to  the fingers.  Whimpering as they slide in and out.  Her 
hand  releasing my breast and now stroking my face cheek, as she raises up and 
looms  over me, her lips sucking at my lips and tongue, then filling my 
mouth, raping  it with the same rhythm as her fingers are plunging in and out 
of my cunt as  her thumb isolates my pearl and the finger pad slides over the 
throbbing  button.  
    My hips rocking  against her hand as she leans over further and pushes 
my head over the side of  the sofa arm.  My body so open and exposed to her 
as just a simple touch  is making my skin ripple.  My pussy walls clenching 
on her fingers as  they wiggle and scrape along my wet walls.
    Chest heaving and  panting into her mouth, as my hips rock in a hard 
spasm, then another  contraction.  Her thumb nail pressing into my smooth 
clit.  Twisting  just a little as I ride a hard orgasm on her hand.
    Eyes closing and  still feeling my cunt spasming in waves around her 
fingers.  Hissing as  her mouth pulls away from mine and a long whimper of 
need slips from my  bruised lips.  Opening my eyes to the smile and soft laugh 
as she holds  her fingers still inside my body, and my walls are still 
kegeling on her  digits.
    I can feel the  slick grease of my pussy leaking out of my hole, 
wetting my feverish labia and  wetting my thighs.  Laying back looking at her as 
my chest continues to  rise and fall, my lungs gasping for air.
    "Such a needy  girl aren't you Raven."  Her words teasing as she slips 
her fingers from  insides my grasping hole.  Hearing the wet sound of the 
slimey fingers  escape my sucking cunt.  Then watching as she sniffs the 
fingers  delicately and with her tongue tip lick at the juice coating them form 
nail to  hand.
    "You do taste  good girl.  Her fingers being extended to me, and 
obediently I lick at  them as she turns them around and over, and spreads them so 
I can clean them  of my skank.  My scent, my musk so strong as she wipes the 
hand against  my face.  Coating me with my dew.
    "Now girl, you  will give me pleasure."  Her hand pulling me upright, 
and an extended  finger pointing at the floor.  Slipping to my knees in front 
of  her.
    Watching as she  opens the robe totally and slips her arms out of the 
terrycloth.  Looking  up at her eyes and the firm shelf of her breasts and 
then the smooth roundness  of her belly and looking at her mound as her legs 
open to expose the full lips  off her pussy and the glistening moisture on 
the pink  walls.
    Groaning as I  move forward on my knees, till the scent of her arousal 
assails my flaring  nostrils.  Her toned legs slipping to the edge of the 
cushion as her  fingers twine in my hair and pulls my head forward against the 
warm wet flesh  of her pussy.  Holding my face to her cunt and feeling as 
she rocks her  hips fucking them against my face.  Feeling them mashing and 
rubbing on  my nose and lips.
    "Tongue fuck me  girl.  Eat my pussy."  Her hand pressing harder, as my 
nose fills  with the smell of her aroused cunt.  Working my nose between 
her labia  and my tongue extending as I lick and suckle and nose fuck her 
pussy.  My  hands squeezing her thighs and hips as I work my face deep against 
her  mound.  Feeling the smooth wet skin of her pubes mashing my face as she  
fucks my face.
    Then feeling her  fingers relax in my hair, raising my head to look at 
her and feeling a slap on  my messy cheek.  The explosion of warmth and the 
sting drawing my mine  back to awareness.  "Hands behind your back, I will 
tell you what you can  touch or not."  Slipping my hands behind my back and 
feeling her fingers  again tangling in my hair and forcing my face into her 
slick cunt.   Hearing her moans as she fucks my face.  Using me for her 
pleasure and  feeling as she tenses with her thighs and they squeeze tight on my 
head.   Holding it in place as her body bounces against my face as she cums 
on my  face.  Feeling the moisture sloppy wet on my face and dripping to my  
thighs as she cums long and hard and quite vocally.
    Feeling her  thighs shuddering and gripping and releasing my face and 
then as her fingers  loosen in my scald, my head pushed back.  Sitting back 
on my legs  hard.  My pussy dripping again and my face a glistening, smelly 
mask of  her cunt juices.   Taking deep breaths as I mewl like a needy  
kitten, as my thighs squeeze on my swollen cunt lips.
    Megan laying back  with her eyes closed, looking content.  Her thighs 
and pussy glistening  with my saliva and her juices.  Only now realizing that 
I am covered in a  sheen of sweat as I quiver on edge looking at Megan.
    Long minutes she  lays back with that smile playing on her face.  Her 
legs moving just a  little and her full breasts, tipped with suckable looking 
nipples.   
"Come here  girl."  Megan leaning forward and pulling me to her chest.  
Holding  me against the soft cantaloupe breasts.  Nuzzling my hair with her  
face.  Then pulling me up to sit on her lap, as she kisses and licks at  the 
dew coating my face.
    Rocking in her  arms for long minutes as she lays back and I settle in 
a semi stupor on her  chest..........
    
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