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  Passed Around the Office, #1

  (First time, fertile, forbidden, older man younger woman)

  By

  Anya Aurelie

  This story is part 1 in a three-part series. Check back soon for parts 2 and 3.

  Copyright © 2015 by Anya Aurelie

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  For the second time that day, Staci was deep in a fantasy. It was a new fantasy. She had never before touched herself to thoughts of her office life.

  She rubbed her swollen clit with one finger, longing to push through the opening of her tight, virgin pussy. All she could think about as she rose to climax was the interview she had just returned home from. It was her first interview after graduation, and she just knew she had the job. It was such a turn-on, and there were more firsts to come.

  It wasn’t just the interview, and how good she felt about it. It was the interview panel. Five very attractive, very successful people, two women and three men, sat at a long table, and watched Staci in the center of the room. Her mind was racing while she spoke about her college experience, her internships, and her professional goals. She knew the right answer to every question, and had the panel in the palm of her hand, especially the man in the center of the table.

  He had introduced himself as Don when they’d met at the door of the conference room. He was tall, powerful, and very well dressed. He was in his forties, and when they shook hands she noticed a wedding band on the hand that covered their grip.

  When he squeezed her hand she’d felt a chill run up her arm and into her chest, making her posture straighten. Don turned into the room, and led Staci to her seat, placing his hand on her lower back, and motioned toward the chair in the center of the room. That tingle came back, moving down from her chest into her stomach.

  Staci was wearing a new pinstripe suit, which she had treated herself to after graduation. The high-waisted skirt was tapered and cut mid-thigh, to show her toned legs and round ass, while keeping a professional look. Her heels lifted her fit frame to 5’10”, giving her a little extra confidence.

  Staci had perfect, round, C-cup tits, and the cut of her suit accentuated these formidable assets. She unbuttoned her suit as she sat, and her firm tits forced the jacket open, revealing her blue silk blouse.

  Don had taken his place behind the table, introduced the rest of his appealing panelmates, and started to sit. Just as he looked down at his chair, Staci’s gaze went directly to his crotch. His pants were tailored well, and she swore she could see his cock bulging against his leg, partially erect. It was bigger than she was expecting. Even though she was inexperienced with men, Staci knew that that cock was swelling up because of her, and it made her feel important and wanted.

  That tingle had come back, moving down to her perfect, un-fucked, virgin cunt. She felt the first drip of wetness on her panties. She used that energy to power through her interview with confidence. She focused on Don, and pleasing him with her words. It was obvious he was the one in charge. He would make the final decision of whether or not he wanted her in the office.

  When the interview was over, Staci had shaken hands with everyone on the panel, and Don led her out of the room.

  “You did great,” he assured her, as he led her down the hall. “We will be in touch before the end of the week to let you know the decision.”

  “I’m really excited to work with you,” she said.

  Staci exhaled as she stepped into the elevator. Her entire ride home, all she could think about was Don, and that big bulge in his pants. By the time she was home, her pussy had soaked her panties clean through, to the inside of her tight skirt.

  The next few days for Staci were filled with a combination of anxiety and masturbation. Several times each day she fantasized about Don’s powerful arms holding her, controlling her, as he used her. She wanted it, but knew it could never happen. He might be her first boss, and she didn’t want to ruin her career.

  On Friday, she got a call while she was out on a jog. She looked at the number on her phone; it was definitely about the job. She was panting, but panicked, and answered anyway.

  “Hello, this is Staci.”

  Don’s voice filled her headphones. “Hi Staci, this is Don. I have some good news for you regarding your interview. I would like to offer you a position in the office, working under me.”

  Staci loved the way that sounded, but tried to keep her tone professional, though she was still a bit out of breath. “That sounds great. When can we go over the offer?”

  She looked down at herself then, and realized that just the sound of Don’s voice had turned her on. Her nipples were poking through her sports bra, and she felt her cunt lubricate.

  Don interrupted her thought. “You sound a little out of breath. Am I interrupting anything?”

  “No, no, I just finished a jog, not interrupting anything,” she said quickly.

  Don explained that her offer was sent to her email, and as long as she accepted it, he would expect her to be at the office on Monday. Staci rushed home to go through the contract, and immediately accepted the offer. She couldn’t wait until Monday, and all the new experiences it would bring.

  Monday morning came, and Staci made sure to be early for work. She went through all of the boring HR workshops, filled out her new hire packet, and after a catered lunch had a long lecture about workplace sexual harassment. Her entire first day was boring and unfulfilling. This was not the part of the job she had been thinking about for a week. She couldn’t wait to please Don with her workplace performance.

  Finally, after two days of corporate nonsense, she was introduced to her team, and was given a workspace. Her team was the attractive group from the interview, and her workplace was a cubicle right outside of Don’s door. This was what she wanted. Staci was the third woman on the team, and there were three men, including Don, the team leader.

  The team was motivated, competitive and creative. They made sure ideas and strategies were always shared, and the credit went to the team and not individuals. They worked together and socialized together, always seeming to be talking about work as if it were their whole life.

  On Friday, she went to happy hour with the team at a bar across the street from the office. She was still hanging back, observing her coworkers, figuring out the company culture.

  Don left first, after just one drink, saying that he was retuning to the office to get some work done. After he’d gone, the rest of the team seemed to pair off. They didn’t leave her out, but there was definitely some sexual tension in the group, and Staci decided to head out to let nature and alcohol take its course with her new coworkers, as she was inexperienced in such matters.

  She thought about it all when she got home that night, imagined all of her coworkers fucking in the office, taking turns licking each other, and filling each other’s holes.

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p; Then her thoughts turned to Don. She knew he was at the office alone, and she wanted to go there and please him. She couldn’t, of course — he was married, and, more importantly, her boss. It would be unprofessional.

  But there was no harm in the fantasy, in allowing her fingers to explore her soft folds while she thought of him.

  The next week, she couldn’t get Don’s cock out of her mind. When he walked into her office her eyes went straight to his pants. It was always bulging; it needed to be released. Staci wanted it to release inside her virgin cunt, and she was scared that her desires might overcome her better judgment.

  All week long she tried to get the thoughts out of her mind. She kept her head down. She stopped masturbating to the thought of pulling his raging cock out of his suit pants and asking him to fuck her. She forced herself to think of him only as her boss, someone who told her what to do, and was in control of her career.

  The problem was, those thoughts turned her on even more.

  Friday finally came, and happy hour went off just as it did the previous week. Arrive, drinks, talk business, and repeat. After a little while, Don left, and the rest of the team started flirting hard. Staci finished her drink, and crossed the street to the office, where her car was.

  Then she felt that tingle again. It pulled on her, and she walked back into the building and toward her cubicle without thinking.

  She wasn’t drunk, but finishing her drink quickly gave her courage, so she was bolder than usual. She sat at her desk, and looked into Don’s office, where he was on the phone, presumably with his wife, as it looked like a stressful conversation. Don noticed Staci there, working, and when he wrapped up his phone call, made his way to her cube, and stood at her desk facing her.

  “So, how were your first two weeks, Staci? Are you enjoying it here?”

  Staci decided to lace her reply with innuendo to see where it got her. “I really am enjoying it here, but I thought I was going to have more direction from you.” She smiled up at him. “I feel like if you tell me what you want from me, performance-wise, it will help me be a little less tight around the team.” She leaned back in her chair and uncrossed her legs.

  Don replied forcefully. “I didn’t get to where I am by babysitting, I got here by taking what I want. That is why I hired you. ”

  He turned around and went back into his office, leaving the door open. He stood at his desk, looked Staci directly in the eyes. Staci knew this was a terrible idea, but her pussy needed to be filled. She could not control herself at this point.

  Before she knew it, she was in Don’s office, standing in front of him. He didn’t tell her to do anything, but Staci knew what was expected of her, and she knew that it was what she wanted too.

  She sat in front of Don in his chair, and spread her long legs, which pushed her skirt up, revealing a pair of lacy white panties soaked by her throbbing hole.

  “Take it, it’s yours.” And she reached out to grab his thick cock.

  Don grabbed her arm before she could touch him, and moved it around behind her back. She didn’t want to pull away, she wanted to be controlled by him. He cupped her pussy with his other hand, and lifted her by it, moving her tiny frame with ease, and placed her on the desk.

  He let go of her arm, which Staci kept behind her back, holding herself up on the cold, wooden desk, but kept a tight grip on her wet panties and the hot skin beneath.

  “This is mine.” His thick fingers slowly slid out from underneath her, his middle finger tracing between her firm ass cheeks, and up her slit, grazing her clit through her panties as he let her go.

  Don began unbuttoning his white dress shirt, and Staci started to unbutton her own.

  “Stop,” Don demanded. “I will take off what I want taken off.”

  “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. It’s just, well, I’ve never had a man,” Staci said. Her voice trembled with nervous energy while she stared at his cock again. It was hard under his wool pants.

  “I know.” Don slid his shirtsleeves off his arms, and carefully folded the shirt on the chair.

  “Staci, close your legs,” Don quietly demanded. She did, and then felt both of his arms on either side of her hips. With one deliberate motion, he pulled her skirt and panties out from beneath her, sliding them down her body and over her heels, and carefully folding them on the chair.

  Don removed his belt and shoes, unzipped and lowered his pants, placing them with the rest of the clothes. He stood in front of her in only his underwear.

  “Staci, what do you want?”

  “I want your cock. I want you inside me.”

  Don walked around the other side of the desk, and told Staci to lay back and spread her legs. She did so willingly, and the scent of her fresh, wet pussy filled the air. Her long hair dangled down over the edge of the desk, her face only inches from his body, his cock, where he stood over her. She stared up his body from below: first his cock underneath his tight underwear, followed by his strong, slightly hairy torso, and broad shoulders.

  They made eye contact, and Don pushed down his underwear, revealing his massive, hard cock. Staci gasped, and felt a rush of energy to her pussy. She felt empty. For the first time, she knew what that hunger inside of her needed to be filled with. Her nipples got rock-hard, and pushed out through her dress shirt. She couldn’t wait for her tits to be released — they had been held in for too long.

  Don leaned over Staci, and began to unbutton her shirt. Staci’s mouth was still open from her gasp, and Don plunged his cock into her mouth. The taste was new, and delicious. She worked her tongue around him and could only describe the flavor as “man.”

  Her shirt was open, and Don snapped open the front clasp of her bra, and her tits sprung out. She was young, and her perfect tits pointed straight up as she sucked Don’s cock. Staci put one palm up Don’s torso, working her fingers over his manly chest, and another on his ass, helping his cock deeper into her mouth to the back of her throat while Don squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples. They both let out a small moan.

  Don pulled out of her mouth, leaving a drop of pre-cum on her chin, and moved back to the other side of the desk, standing between her legs. He leaned over her and grabbed Staci by the shoulder, pulling her up to him, kissing her deeply. She wondered if she tasted like sex.

  Don licked his way down her neck and chest, squeezing her tits as he sucked her nipples. He moved his hand down to her wet hole and rubbed her juices all around her slit, being careful not to penetrate her.

  He inched back up, tracing a path to her clit, and then leaned down, toward her. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what was about to happen.

  Don began to gently lick her nub, which was soft and swollen. Her heart beat faster. It felt so good. But only a moment later, he lifted his head again.

  He rubbed pussy juice on Staci’s nipples and then put his two fingers in her mouth where his cock just was.

  Staci tasted her own juices for the first time, and it was perfect. Then he took his fingers out of her mouth and forced her legs open, and gave Staci’s gap one last long lick from her perfect asshole up to her clit, giving it one long suck while massaging it with his tongue.

  Then he stood up and grabbed both of her round, soft tits, and kissed her deeply. Now they both tasted like sex, and Don knew that his virgin fucktoy was ready to be used and split open by his meat.

  Staci was going to take what she wanted now. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick cock and pulled. She rocked her hips forward, lining her opening up and pressing his head just inside of her. Staci felt a stretch. She felt the blood pump inside his cock.

  “Take me, Don. Pop my cherry.”

  Don pulled her up with such force that she was lifted off of the desk. One hand cupped her ass, the other held the top of her shoulder from behind.

  She waited in anticipation. She was about to have her first cock.