Choice Tales from the Vale – (491) The Hottest Day in July

 

On Saturday morning Lily Beales woke up early, alone, and very, very horny, in fact she woke up early because she was horny, and her sleep had been interrupted by a series of increasingly salacious dreams, in which she was ultimately unsatisfied, which left her hotter than the July weather.

The main reason for her horniness was that her long standing, permanently aroused, always obliging boyfriend Liam was in Kidderminster on a training course, which was doubly frustrating for her because her parents were on holiday in Malta and had Liam not been away, he would have fucked her in every corner of her parents’ house.

So, like any normal 23-year-old young woman with a more than healthy sexual appetite would, she attempted to quelle the burning fire of her lust with her dextrous fingers, several times, but had only managed to take the edge off by the time she had to get ready for the BBQ at the McVey’s.

Lily left the house wearing a short cotton summer dress and wet panties, she had wanted to wear her favourite little shorts, but the dripping tap of her arousal rendered them unwearable, there was nothing she could do to disguise her nipples which were seemingly destined to be permanently erected, and they were not discreet at the best of times, but on that day they were turning heads as she walked the few hundred yards to her best friend Clara McVey’s home.

 

Clara lived with her parents in a big Victorian detached house in a leafy suburb of Abbottsford, her mum Bethany was a therapist and dad Paul had his own very successful accountancy firm.

However instead of being content with being a successful professional and having a wife equally successful in her field, two lovely children and a home to fit their status, Paul liked to make sure everyone knew how successful and prosperous they were.

Paul looked much younger than his 48 years and kept himself very fit, and he liked what he saw when he looked in the mirror, in fact he was a vain, peacock of a man, and his wife was again his equal, so they held dinner parties of garden parties at every possible opportunity to show off to all their friends and families.

Paul always encouraged Clara and her sister to invite their friends to the summer events as he really liked having plenty of scantily clad young fanny mooching around the gardens, especially when they get a bit tipsy and are less self-conscious about flashing something juicy to those with a discerning eye.

One of his favourites was Clara’s best friend, Lily, or Miss pencil rubbers, as he always thought of her, and when he saw her walk into the garden he smiled as she was definitely living up to her name.

 

As the party went on Lily drank several glasses of wine, which combined with her latent horniness and the heat of the day she was soon sticky and uncomfortable in her seat, and after another glass she decided to take positive action.

 

While Lily was getting tipsier and hornier in the sunshine Paul was playing the congenial host making sure all the guests were looked after while ogling the array of scantily clad fanny among them.

One of the girls, called India, a tall gawky young woman wearing the shortest of skirts and the briefest of boob tubes and a more graceless creature he had never seen, added to that was an excessive amount of Pinot and the result was a clumsy stumbling fall which deposited her in a flower bed on her back with all her limbs flailing amidst peals of laughter.

Paul was looking on as she fell and his first reaction was one of impatience, but as he continued to watch his impatience turned to delight as firstly her top crept up to expose her meagre breasts, and then her flailing legs did the same to her skirt and caused her knickers to roll aside and afforded him a lovely view of her nicely waxed crack, which gave him the appearance of a smile before it peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit and exposed the pink flesh between her lips.

All too soon the show was over, and the gawky girl was pulled to her feet accompanied by fits of giggling, completely unaware of how her brief expose had awoken the sleeping beast in his shorts.

 

While the impromptu sex show was taking place Lily was purposefully on the move, she had been to the McVey’s home many times over the years she had been friends with Clara and knew it well enough to know where she could find a suitable spot where she could indulge in some cheeky fingering.

 

Immediately after Paul’s arousal he found himself looking at the plentiful bevy of beauties in a very different light and he started to imagine what was hiding beneath their clothes, their underwear, their breasts and most importantly their fannies, were they shaved, waxed, manicured, vagazzled, sculpted or wild as nature intended.

 

Lily was leaning back against the toilet cistern, in one of the many bathrooms in the house, her soiled pink panties around her ankles, and while her left hand teased her nipple through the fabric of her dress, she fingered her juicy hole with her right, as she lost herself in a dirty lustful fantasy.

 

Despite his best-efforts Paul was unable to expunge the filthy images from his mind and his arousal was growing, under normal circumstance he would take his wife Bethany upstairs and fuck her, she was always very receptive, that weekend however she was out of commission, so the only option was to sneak off to his study and knock one out.

He walked in and closed the door behind him and took two steps towards his desk where he stopped in his tracks as he could hear soft moans emanating from the ensuite.

Paul quietly took a step towards the door and the sensual sounds were louder and rhythmic, and the images they induced in his head, did nothing to abate his arousal, so he reached out his hand to the doorknob and turned it, he hoped to catch the perpetrator in the act, so he quickly pushed the door open.

 

Lily gasped as the door flung open and her first reaction was to squeeze her thighs together and tried to cover her modesty with her other hand, but then she noticed the bulge in Paul’s trousers, so she returned to her task, and he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Lily’s fingering became more frantic as Paul positioned himself in front of her and began unzipping his shorts, but he was taking too long so she intervened onehandedly wrestling his cock from its confines while her right hand continued its task between her sticky lips.

She held Paul’s throbbing dick in her hand and appraised it, it was shorter than Liam’s but definitely fatter, then she took it in her mouth and frigged her fanny to climax.

 

After Lily had cum, Paul pulled her to her feet and spun her round, before unzipping the back of her dress, then he leant her forward, so her hands supported her weight on the top of the cistern.

He lifted her dress to reveal her perfect cheeks and his hands slipped inside her dress and as he cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples the tip of his cock touched her moist lips.

But Lily panicked and turned to look over her shoulder and panted.

“What if Bethany hears us?”

“Don’t worry its quite safe” he replied.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, if you’re really worried, I can always give this to her instead” he retorted prodding her wet flesh with his helmet.

“No don’t do that” she said with alarm and slid her tight young pussy down his shaft.

 

Lily felt a little guilty as she kissed Bethany goodnight with her soiled pink panties in her handbag and her husband’s cum still sticky on the inside of her thighs, but overall, she was feeling very pleased with herself because not only had she just had a very satisfying fuck, but as soon as Bethany was passed out drunk Paul was going to sneak out and fuck her again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (490) The Sharpington Triangle

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium Ballroom, well maintained parks and gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, which was where 20-Year-old Mia Lawson was born and raised.

She had expected to have lost her virginity by the time she reached her 21st birthday, but after three years at university she was still unsullied, apart from her self-abuse and her toy box.

There were several reason for this, firstly she was a very studious girl, which was why she achieved a first, and didn’t go partying with her peers, secondly she was painfully shy, and thirdly she didn’t make the best of herself, she was pretty and had a nice little figure, but she didn’t make the best of it and projected a demure image even if under the surface she was anything but. 

Her other problem was that she was hung up on someone who didn’t even seem to know that she existed and that was Andy Janes her longtime neighbour in Granite Hill, and she had carried a torch for him since she was 14 and had her first orgasm imagining him inside her. But he was two years older and paid her no attention, because the woman in his sights was Georgia St Claire a sultry sophisticated thirty something who lived in the grand house that backed onto the Janes and the Lawsons.

Unfortunately, for him at any rate, he’d had no more success with Georgia that Mia had with him.

So, her problem was that she had five days until her 21st birthday, and in that time, she had to get him to notice her existence to such an extent that he would instantly be attracted to her so much that he would split her whiskers.

But how could she get him interested in popping her cherry in five days when she had had no success in 7 years.

As she was constantly thinking of receiving his cock and how that might transpire, she was in a perpetual state of arousal which led to an increased amount of masturbation.

However, her sensual episodes of self-abuse offered no insight into a solution to her lustful endeavour.

Until three days before her birthday when she had just finished flicking herself off in the shower and as she stood in her bedroom drying herself, she saw Andy through her bedroom window striding purposefully down his garden.

 

There was a small, wooded area of mature trees and overgrown shrubbery where the three gardens met and the tangle of laurel had broken some of the fence panels so there were several gaps, and Andy watched through one of them from his hiding place in the quiet corner of the garden in the shaded secluded spot.

He had been watching for about twenty minutes when he was rewarded for his patience when he spotted the object of his lust, Georgia St Claire, appear and walk slowly across the lawn from the house.

It was a very large garden with trees and shrubbery in abundance on three sides and a huge lawn in the centre of which was where she spread out her blanket before she slipped off her dress to stand naked on the lawn.

With arms stretched above her head like a goddess she then  pirouetted like a ballerina, showing her magnificent well-toned and well-tanned body to the birds and the bee’s in her secluded surroundings.
A tall willowy woman with long legs and lithe limbs, her perfectly proportioned breasts moved delightfully as she continued to dance, celebrating her nakedness and offering herself to the sun.
Georgia suddenly stopped her homage to Terpsichore and laughed as she ran her finger through her vibrant brunette hair, then she lay down on the blanket.

Andy had his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, and he was stroking his shaft as he stared at her through a gap in fence and between the branches of the shrubs as he watched the beautiful woman sunbathe naked, then she started to touch and caress her nakedness, first her breasts, which caused Andy to increase the tempo of his wanking and faster still as he saw her long elegant fingers comb through her lush pubic curls and descend between her lips.

 

Andy was not alone in the shade of the shrubbery because as he watched Georgia’s busy fingers, Mia was spellbound by the sight of Andy tugging on his cock, and she was aroused, and her arousal grew deeper with each stroke of his cock while he stared at Georgia’s slender digits.

Mia was so engaged by the erotic tableaux that she found herself rubbing her own pussy through her dress and when Georgia’s body arched in climax Mia reached her hand through the broken fence and grabbed Andy’s cock and he let out an involuntary gasp.
“I hope you’re not going to waste this hard on?” she said while.

stroking his shaft and rubbing her pussy

“What?”

“It would be a shame to just spaff into the bushes” she pointed out and then added.

“Georgia St Claire is never going to let you put this in her.”

“Um…..”

“But I on the other hand am a different matter” she said and reluctantly released her grip on his magnificent cock and hoped to be reacquainted with it again soon, then she walked away, hoping he would follow.

When she got back to the house, she slipped off her wet knickers and draped herself on the couch in the conservatory and waited.

It was about ten minutes, when he stepped through the bifold doors, but then it was more difficult for a man to walk at pace was housing a substantial erection in your shorts than it is for a woman to cover the same distance with wet knickers.

But when he arrived, she got her wish, she was deflowered before her 21st birthday, and she got her man, then and after, when his magnificent cock split her whiskers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (489) The New Year Trio

 

Penny Ralph was a PA to a Senior Manager, Ben Craven, at the Corporate Offices of the Downshire and District Building Society in Purplemere, in addition she used him regularly as a supply of cock.

This was one of the many more interesting dealings, other than financial matters, which went on in his office, and Christmas was no exception.

But Penny wasn’t only interested in cock she was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure, and one of those who she was swinging towards was office junior Deborah Dunne.

It was initiated when Deborah witnessed Penny being fucked from behind over Ben Cravens desk and Penny caught her.

 

The next step was later on the same day in the toilets of The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere after their Christmas Lunch.

Penny was sitting on the seat with Deborah on his lap, her Christmas jumper and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed, and Penny’s fingers were working at her wet pussy.

They were fast nearing the point of crescendo when the outer door opened loudly which brought proceedings to a halt.

“Deb! are you in there?” a voice called out, which Penny recognised as another new girl, Ashley Jones

“Deb! Everyone is leaving, it’s time to go” she said in an equally loud voice.

“I’ll wait outside for you.”

Then the door banged shut

“Do you want her to join us?” Penny asked.

“Oh yes” Deborah replied, “I really do.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Oh God yes, that would be amazing” she admitted “But next time.”

“Theres going to be a next time is there?” Penny asked.

“Oh, I do hope so” Deborah said and chuckled.

“But now I just want you to make me cum.”

“My pleasure” Penny responded and inserted two fingers into her tight young fanny.

 

Over the weeks following Penny educated Deborah in the ways of Sappho and she learned well to the satisfaction of both.

But there was still the small matter of the inclusion of Deborah’s as yet uncorrupted friend Ashley.

Deborah had always wanted to be intimate with her friend by was concerned she might not be so inclined, but Penny was convinced that she was and that she was a total virgin, although she was convinced, she was a lesbian, but a woman only lesbian, and she doubted  she had ever had a man, or had any interest in a man.

So, Penny was convinced their prey would be receptive to their advances, it was just a matter of where and when.

The where was easy, Deborah’s little studio flat in Purplemere, the when was originally to be Christmas Eve when Penny intended to allow Deborah to unwrap her present, but unfortunately Penny got her period and Deborah got the flu.

 

So, the virgin sacrifice was set for New Years Eve.

Penny was really impressed with the level of deceit Deborah was prepared to surpass in order to get inside her friend’s panties.

She falsified a pair of access all area passes for an exclusive night club that she knew her friend was desperate to go to.

Ashley was so excited with the passes that she was blinded to all else so she was lured to Deborah’s flat on the pretext that they would leave immediately for the club and when the doorbell rang, she was right on time.

Ashley took a deep breath and opened the door wearing a bathrobe.

“Hi Ash, come in,”

“You’re not ready!” she said, “We’re going to be late.”

“Sorry babe” Deborah said and kissed her friend’s cheek, while hoping to be kissing the rest of her very soon

“Go and wait in the lounge while I get dressed.”

So unhappily she opened the lounge door and stepped inside and as she turned to close the door she stopped in her tracks when she saw Penny Ralph sat in a large over stuffed armchair in a state of near undress with one stocking clad leg draped over the arm and as she started to touch and caress her nakedness, first her breasts, then her long elegant fingers combed through her lush pubic curls and descended between her lips, and Ashley gasped.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Deb said
“Yyyyes” she stammered and as she turned to look at her friend, Deborah slipped off her robe to reveal her own nakedness and Ashley gasped again.

For the next few minutes her eyes flicked from the luxuriant brunette bush of her boss Miss Ralph and her best friends neat ginger haven, she was like a spectator at Wimbledon absorbed in a prolonged rally.

“You don’t need to choose Honey” Penny said, “you can have us both.”

“And we both get to have you” Deborah added and a moment later Ash had shed her coat and kicked off her shoes.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (488) The Christmas Dinner

 

You might be forgiven for never having heard of Montmorency Dulac of Abbottsford, because a Venture Capital company didn’t have anything to offer to ninety five percent of the population, but there was an enormous amount of wealth among the other five percent and MDVC handled more than its fair share.

So come Christmas, in addition to the normal bonuses, the top 20 performers are rewarded with an invite to a very special Christmas party at the very exclusive Herbert’s Hotel in Abbottsford.

This year there were a number of first-time guests and among them were Ross Hancocks and Mira Cooke, who joined the company only two years earlier and were pleased to have been recognised for their efforts, though they didn’t know what to expect.

The event was so shrouded in mystery and the venue so exclusive that all the guests had to sign an NDA and declare never to reveal what occurred at the Hotel.

Ross knew one of the previous year’s guests, Kevin Brown, and tried to glean some nuggets of information from him but he just smiled,

“Can you at least tell me what the food was like?”

But again, Kevin just smiled, but after a brief pause, he said.

“Think buffet, that’s all I’m saying.”

 

Ross arrived at mid-morning and found the exterior of the Herbert Hotel to be rather underwhelming, the word seedy seemed to sum it up entirely, but once past the commissionaire and through the revolving door the contrast could not have been starker, Oak panelling, Leather upholstery, chandeliers, polished brass, and plush carpeting throughout.

A few of his colleagues were ahead of him and were checking in, one of whom was Mira Cooke, and after briefly exchanging pleasantries, he waited his turn and when he was taken up to his room, he found the luxury and grandeur was not just reserved for reception.

After everyone was checked in, there was a group event arranged, an ice breaker consisting of a Light lunch and a bit of an award ceremony, then they all went their separate ways to use the pool, gym, or sauna.

Ross and Mira only knew each other in passing before that weekend, but they seemed to gravitate towards one another, either because they were similar ages, or had been with the company for the same length of time or maybe because they were kindred spirits.

 

The dress code for the evening was lounge suits and cocktail dresses and Mira looked stunning in Emerald green silk, when she walked into the bar, and little else as far as Ross could detect, and he looked very closely.

After being served champagne by masked waiters and waitresses and some small talk they were joined by a very flamboyant character wearing a red silk suit and a sequinned mask who announced in a booming voice

“Please follow me into the banquet hall.”

So, the gathered group, like the rats of Hamlin, followed the Pied Piper along the corridor up to a pair of large Oak Doors which he pushed open with aplomb and ushered them inside and the murmurs of excitement which had accompanied them down the hall turned to gasps followed by a hushed silence.

Ross and Mira were at the back of the group so were the last to see but then were similarly affected.

Around the room there were a dozen or more tables, on the nearest one a beautiful brunette woman lay spread eagled and was completely naked.

Her whole body was glazed with chocolate, the inside of her thighs gleamed with sticky honey, her breasts and nipples were dribbled with some kind of fruit sauce.

She was also surrounded by ripe fruits and jugs of cream, chocolate, and sauces, to add to taste.

The woman also held a cherry delicately balanced on her pursed lips, and a single strawberry sat between the lips of her hairy pussy.

The other tables were similarly decorated, just with different hair colour, body shapes, races, or sex.

“Ladies and Gentlemen” Boomed the Pied Piper “Dinner is served”

 

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been a fan of sharing platters” Ross said.

“Would you prefer…. private dinning?” Mira asked and took hold of his hand.

“My thoughts exactly” he responded and led her towards the door.

“I will have some food sent to your room” the Pied Piper said as they passed him, and Ross nodded.

A few yards along the hall Mira said.

“I’m not by the way, I know you were wondering.”

“Not what?”

“Wearing anything under the dress.”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (487) The Christmas Junior

 

Penny Ralph was a PA to a Senior Manager, Ben Craven, at the Corporate Offices of the Downshire and District Building Society in Purplemere.

And on the day of the company Christmas Lunch, at The Runcible Spoon Restaurant, she had just received a generous portion of cock, bent over the large oak desk in Ben’s large corner office.

This was one of the many more interesting dealings, other than financial matters, which went on in his office, and Christmas was no exception.

 

After redressing Ben kissed her and said

“We’d better go and rally the troops.”

“Ok” she agreed but then added in a whisper.

“I’ll be out in a moment.”

She then closed the office door loudly and waited for the bathroom door to open and she didn’t have to wait long.

 

While she was being generously fucked from behind, she was aware that a junior member of the office staff, Deborah Dunne, was concealed in Ben’s private bathroom, though he was ignorant of the fact, though he benefitted indirectly because Penny’s cunny was hungrier for cock than ever, knowing they were being watched.

The reason Penny knew who the identity of the voyeur was that she knew Debbie had been the victim of a prank played on her by her more experienced colleagues who told her it would be ok to use Mr Craven’s private bathroom to get changed in, and as she had only been there for a few weeks, she believed them.

So, when Penny and Ben entered the office, she was already stripped down to her bra and panties, but she nervously opened the door, just a crack, just to see who it was, however as soon as Penny started to undress, she couldn’t avert her lustful gaze, and by the time Ben penetrated Penny she was vigorously fingering herself and the three of them came in unison.

 

Debbie gasped when the door opened, and she saw Penny standing in front of her and she knew she had been caught.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Penny asked but Debbie couldn’t speak.

“I asked you a question” she barked.

“Yes, Miss Ralph”

“How much?” she asked.

“A lot” Debbie replied weakly.

Penny took hold of Debbie’s hand and raised it to her nose and sniffed her fingers.

As soon as she realised what was happening, she snatched her hand away and blushed crimson.

“You really did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

“Yes Miss Ralph”

“We will talk about this again later” Penny said, “Now go and wash the lust off your fingers.”

“Yes, miss Ralph.”

 

Penny was very interested in Deborah Dunne, because Penny didn’t think she ever had been, although she was convinced she was a lesbian, but a woman only lesbian, and she doubted she had ever had a man, or had any interest in a man, whereas Penny was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure, now she was swinging towards Deborah Dunne’s cunny.

 

The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, was a place of great renown
with wonderful cuisine and great ambience.

Although from pre-dinner drinks, through three courses to coffee and liqueurs Penny only had eyes for Deborah, and the prospect of exploring her ginger whiskers.

The waiter beside her asked her  

“And for you madam?”
“I’ll take her” she replied in her head but when she looked across at Deborah, she was looking back at her blushing crimson as if she knew what impure thoughts filled her head about a girl about the ginger virgin.

“I’ll have the Brandy” she replied, though she had no intention to drink it as her blushing prey had just left the table.

 

Penny followed the office junior at a discreet distance along the corridor and watched her enter the ladies, she then waited for thirty seconds and quietly followed her in.

She got inside just in time to hear the cubicle lock click shut, so she tiptoed to the door, and putting her ear to the door, she heard Deborah pull her knickers and tights down, and her plump cheeks slapping down on the seat, before releasing a jet of piss against the porcelain, which was so prolonged and forceful that had Penny not already been aroused, that would have done it.

Penny listened as she squeezed out the last drops, and wipe herself dry, hoist up her knickers and tights and flush, and was poised ready to strike.

The moment she heard the lock click, she pounced, pushing open the door and forcing her squealing quarry back, then in one fluid movement she closed and locked the door, sat down on the vacant seat simultaneously pulling Deborah onto her lap.

“Oh Miss Ralph!” she gasped and then Penny kissed her.

 

Penny was sitting on the seat with Deborah on her lap, her Christmas jumper and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed, and Penny’s fingers were working at her wet pussy.

They were fast nearing the point of Deborah’s crescendo when the outer door opened loudly which brought proceedings to a halt.

“Deb! are you in there?” a voice called out, which Penny recognised as another new girl, Ashley Jones

“Deb! Everyone is leaving, it’s time to go” she said in an equally loud voice.

“I’ll wait outside for you.”

Then the door banged shut

“Do you want her to join us?” Penny asked.

“Oh yes” Deborah replied, “I really do.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Oh God yes, that would be amazing” she admitted “But next time.”

“Theres going to be a next time is there?” Penny asked.

“Oh, I do hope so” Deborah said and chuckled.

“But now I just want you to make me cum.”

“My pleasure” Penny responded and inserted two fingers into her tight young fanny.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (486) The Santa Gig

 

Forty something Adrian Knight, aka Santa, had finished his duties at the grotto and was exhausted, so after making his way to the changing room he sat on the bench and decided to lay down for a few minutes but almost immediately fell asleep.

He had no idea how long he’d been asleep but when he began to come to he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and pressure on his chest, then he opened his eyes and he had an intimate view of a pert white arse, and the pristine puckered anus of the assailant straddling his chest, then as she lowered herself onto him and when he saw the red wispy fuzz on her labia he knew it was Ellie.

Student Eleanor Szarka was one of the grotto Elf’s whose whiskers he had been splitting that year, there were a group of students every year who liked playing dress up and there was always more than one who wanted to play undress as well, and that year it was Ellie, it was why he signed up for the Santa gig every year, student pussy.

She lowered her gash onto him and began to grind against his mouth as he licked her mound and sucked on her rimy lips.

This was followed by the telltale feathering of her tongue flicking round his knob before her lips and wet mouth enveloped him.

“Oh Ellie” he exclaimed “You really are a very naughty Elf.”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (485) The Christmas Quickie

 

Ben Craven was a Senior Manager at the Corporate Offices of the Downshire and District Building Society in Purplemere and had a nice corner office with a large oak desk stood in the center, and there were more interesting dealings than finance went on in that office.

Christmas was no exception, so on the week before they closed for the holidays, they had a Christmas Lunch booked at The Runcible Spoon Restaurant.

Some of the staff wanted to change out of their work outfits before going out and did it in the toilets, but they had to do it in shifts.

“You can get changed in my office Penny” Ben said.

“Thanks Ben, you’re a life saver” she said and walked into his office, and he followed quietly behind her.

Penny Ralph was his PA, amongst other things, and it was the other thing that caused him to follow her and lock the door.

Penny kicked off her shoes as she unbuttoned her blouse, which she then slipped off and threw on the desk, next she unzipped her skirt and wriggled in down to her ankles before kicking it away.

That was the moment Ben stepped up closely behind her, unfastening the catch on her bra and reaching around to replace the lace with his hands and cupped her tits.

“Behave yourself” she snapped and moved his hand off her breasts.

“Where’s the fun in that” he retorted and thrust a hand down inside her tights and knickers and slipped a finger along her creamy crack.

“Oh, that feels so good Ben” she moaned softly, and he frigged her wet pussy.

“No, no, no, you have to stop” she barked and removed his hand “We can’t.”

“You know you want to” he retorted “A Christmas quickie.”

“I do, I really do” she replied dreamily “but not here, not now, someone will come in and see us.”

“Don’t worry  Pen” he said, “no one will see us, I’ve locked the door.”

“Ok then” she said and pushed her tights and knickers down to her knees and bent over the desk, so Ben let his trouser fall and released his cock and Penny turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant and he thrust into her moist pink pussy.

 

When Ben had told Penny that no one would see them he was unaware that a junior member of the office staff, Deborah Dunne, was concealed in his private bathroom.

In her defence she had been the victim of a prank played on her by her more experienced colleagues who told her it would be ok to use Mr Craven’s private bathroom to get changed in, and as she had only been there for a few weeks, she believed them.

So, when Penny and Ben entered the office, she was already stripped down to her bra and panties, but she nervously opened the door, just a crack, just to see who it was, however as soon as Penny started to undress, she couldn’t avert her lustful gaze, and by the time Ben penetrated Penny she was vigorously fingering herself and the three of them came in unison.

 

After redressing Ben kissed her and said

“We’d better go and rally the troops.”

“Ok” she agreed but then added in a whisper.

“I’ll be out in a moment.”

She then closed the office door loudly and waited for the bathroom door to open and she didn’t have to wait long.

Debbie gasped when the door opened, and she saw Penny standing in front of her and she knew she had been caught.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Penny asked, but Debbie couldn’t speak.

“I asked you a question” she barked.

“Yes, Miss Ralph”

“How much?” she asked.

“A lot” Debbie replied weakly.

Penny took hold of Debbie’s hand and raised it to her nose and sniffed her fingers.

As soon as she realised what was happening, she snatched her hand away and blushed crimson.

“You really did enjoy it, didn’t you?”

“Yes Miss Ralph”

“We will talk about this again later” Penny said, “Now go and wash the lust off your fingers.”

“Yes, miss Ralph.”