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An Awkward Office Affair (Part 1) – His Story…Time John showed a difficult employee who’s the boss!I’d been working at my new job less than a month and already I had a problem. Her name was Abbi. Abbi was my inherited PA, the PA to Steven, who handed the reigns over to me in May, after a marriage break-up had seen him look to pastures new. As I got to know people it became clear that his marriage break up was in no small part down to the affair he had been having with Abbi, which it seems the whole factory knew about…Abbi was a big woman. At 5ft 7 inches tall (without heels), in her mid 40’s, and about 7 or 8 years my junior. Her body wore the ravages of living the high life; weekends spent drinking, smoking and eating she’d clearly let herself go to a certain extent. She wasn’t the type of woman I was typically attracted to, she usually came into work caked in make-up, which went well with her peroxide dyed hair. She had a layer or two of excess fat around her waist and hips, a big arse and big fat tits to match; tits that were clearly losing their battle against gravity now (though no doubt in her younger days, they would’ve received plenty of attention from men!). In short, she was a hefty wench. We had very little in common from the off, and our work relationship was strictly business – when she was there, that was! For Abbi was persistently late in to work, yet liked to knock off early too, whenever she got the chance. She blamed all of this on the k**s, the school runs were a nightmare and getting worse (so she would say!) leading her to arrive regularly between 9.30-10am every day and look to leave before 4pm most times if she could. Her estranged husband worked the other side of the Pennines most of the week, so she was left to ferry the k**s around most days. While I sympathised with her predicament, it was far from a good example to be setting the rest of the workforce, if the boss’ PA could seemingly get away with murder and come and go as she pleased…And so it was, one morning when she arrived after 10am that I finally lost my cool. “You may as well not have bothered today…” I said, looking at my watch as she came through the door. A blazing row ensued, which resulted in her busting into tears and storming out of my room down to HR…The following week though, her time-keeping was much improved, and slowly I began to think I’m winning. She’d temporarily arranged for her parents to help with the k**s, while she found a more permanent solution and slowly our own relations improved. Which brings us up to this week, where finally I feel like we’re getting somewhere. Perhaps the feeling’s mutual, when on Friday afternoon she comes in with two mugs of tea and a conciliatory look on her face. She sits on my desk, legs tight together and feet güvenilir bahis on the chair next to mine, her hands cupping her mug for warmth and for probably the first time in weeks, maybe ever, we sit and have a proper conversation. As we chat I can see quite high up the outside of her stocking clad legs, but avert my gaze for fear that she notices. She was probably a decent looking girl in her day, I ponder. Certainly will have had a good rack on her in her youth, I continue to muse as I check out her ample tits that look ready to spill out of her tight little blouse…Age and excess have certainly taken their toll, but there’s still more than a good handful to play with, I conclude!The conversation gradually turns to her and she starts to offload all her problems on me…single mum, going through a divorce right now, drinking and smoking too much, tired, k**s are driving her crazy, blah, blah, blah, and before I know it, she’s off again, blubbering….Jesus! Here we go again! I think, but nevertheless I stand up and hand her a tissue, to try to stop the flow.”Heyyy! Come on now, Abbi,” I reassure, my hand touching her knee, “I’m sure we can work something out.””Do you think so?” she says, and with that she stands up, directly opposite me and stares into my eyes. She’s stopped crying now and her expression has changed and whilst I’m still trying to read it, her hands are rubbing my forearms gently and I feel that old familiar stirrings of my loins…I’m wondering if I’ve got my wires crossed, but it appears not, as seconds later her arms are round my neck and her lips are on mine, kissing me gently. I pull back briefly, unsure, before responding in kind…Before you know it we are greedily kissing; tongues encircling, exploring, hands grappling at each other’s flesh like two horny teenagers. Her hand is quickly between my legs, cupping my balls, while I’ve got one hand squeezing her fat arse, the other fondling a breast through her white blouse. Its no doubt a big, heavy mound, soft and luxurious, causing me to gasp as I squeeze a hand-full, realising there’s still plenty to spare…Momentarily we stand back from each, both trying to read the others mind, and Abbi starts to unzip her skirt. I need no further prompting and in an instant my trousers are round my ankles! She steps out of her skirt and I see she’s wearing a lovely skimpy pair of black, lace panties. My cock is twitching with anticipation, rising every second as she goes to remove them. “No! Keep them on.” I request. Still wearing her white blouse, she turns around and with her back to me, leans forward and puts her hands on my desk, presenting me with her big panty-clad arse. A smile comes over my face. Not bad, I think to myself, not bad at all… I go down on my knees and move her panties türkçe bahis towards the left and bury my face in those fleshy cheeks. She adjusts her position quickly so that my mouth can access her slit and I’m shocked to find how wet it already is. This dirty whore’s been gagging for it! As my tongue begins to work her box, I feel her shudder and arch her head back, letting her long bleached white hair fall down her back and brush the top of my head. After a couple of minutes or so of my face buried against her love box, tongue darting between her soaked and salty pussy lips, I come up for air, savouring the taste of her love juices. “Take me from behind, John” she demands, and I need no further prompting.For some reason, I’m finding the little black panties on that big fat arse of hers’ a huge turn-on, so just re-adjust them to the side a little further to allow me to enter her. I waste no time and ram my full length straight into her, making her shriek as her pussy contracts around my cock. I take a moment to get myself into position, like a plane taxiing on the runway…Its taken a few weeks, but finally this big whore’s doing what I want her to do!Seconds later and we’re taking off! She’s a powerful woman, as I feel her pussy muscles grip my shaft and start milking me for all I’m worth. I bet she’s had more cocks than I’ve had hot dinners, I think, as I feel those pussy muscles grip my member. Looking down at her big arse cheeks, I’m revelling in the sight of them juddering to every thrust I make into her big slit, black panties getting wetter by the second. Grabbing the folds of flesh around her waist, I’m filled with a mixture of rising lust and dissipating anger. I’ve despised this bitch since day one, with her peroxide blonde hair, face covered in war paint and her manipulative attitude. She’s the antithesis of a woman that I’d normally find attractive…so different to my wife and former lovers. Yet here I am, listening to her groans, more aroused than I’ve been in a long time, my cock deep inside her cunt, ploughing furiously into her…She’s moaning like a porn star now, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s enjoying it, or if it’s all a bit of an act for solely for my benefit? Either way, I don’t really care as I grab ahold of her long blonde hair, that’s d****d over her back and pull her head up to me. I’m nuzzling her neck, biting her ear lobes as I continue to thrust into her cock-hungry cunt. “That’s it!” she screams, “Pull my fuckin’ hair ya’ bastard ! Pull my fuckin’ hair and fuck me, you cheating bastard!” she demands. I respond by increasing the pace and force of my thrusts even more and I’m pumping her like a dog on heat, as hard and fast as I can muster. She’s more upright now, her hair blonde hair all in my face and I’m hanging on güvenilir bahis siteleri to the soft fleshy mounds of her generous boobs, through her blouse.. We’ve only really been fucking for a minute or two at most, so I’m shocked by how quickly I find myself approaching a climax. Seems my revulsion for this woman is actually a big turn on! Who knew!?My endorphins are rising to a crescendo now, but this isn’t how I want to finish. I want this bitch on her knees in front of me, so I can blow my muck in her mouth. “Let me put it in your mouth.I want my cock in your mouth!” I shout urgently, more a demand than a request.She quickly kneels down to face my manhood, tilts her head back, and opens her mouth eagerly. Placing my cock inside, her tongue quickly flicks around my tip as her right hand gently strokes the lower part of my shaft. But I don’t want gentle, I’m ready now, so instead I grip the back of her head with my hands and push my whole length into her. I hear her gag as my cock fills her mouth and throat and then start to buck my hips into her. She’s not averse to the situation though and grabs my arse as if to encourage me to fuck her mouth harder now…Time this bitch learnt who’s the boss around here! Pumping her head for all I’m worth, my hands full of her thick, stiff, long, peroxide curls, a heady mixture of lust and repulsion swirling round my brain, I shoot my load down her throat. She’s gagging, but to her credit swallowing, and I hold her head firm as I proceed to empty the contents of my ball sac into her mouth. “Fuuuuck!” is all I can gasp.A few more twitches and I’m spent and Abbi stands up to kiss me and I respond half-heartedly. I’m coming to my senses quickly and revulsion is starting to take over, lust quickly abating. I realise I really don’t want any post-coital intimacy with this woman, but nevertheless I make some effort and respond in kind. I kiss her back, though the taste of my own cum on her lips is anything but pleasant, so I keep it as brief as I can…We stand back up and put our clothes back on in silence. I hand her a couple of Kleenex from my desk drawer.Here, you best clean yourself up” I say, not looking her in the eye.Guilt is pouring over me right now. Not for Abbi and how I’ve just used her, but for my wife (yet again!), and I’m inwardly shocked at the events that have just unfolded. The last person I expected to fuck at this place was her, and there’s a growing realisation that I’ve just entered a dangerous new relationship here… “I need to go to the Ladies and put my face back on.” she says, and I notice that her earlier tears have run her eye liner and that her lippy is all smudged down her chin thanks to my cock!”Sure, Abbi…” I reply, “take as long as you like.” I add. As I watch her disappear through the door and down the corridor, heels clicking on the stone floor, the realisation dawns on me that this bitch may well have got me exactly where she wants me now. My cock in her mouth may have been a small price for her to have paid…
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