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The Christmas Party
"What are you doing?" Mark yelled over the sound of
the music playing in the main office. He liked Cindy and usually
kept an eye on her.
Cindy loved to wear short skirts, and he loved to
watch her in them. She had a killer set of legs, and a perfect
ass just made for licking.
When he saw Cindy enter the copy room with a glass
of wine, and a peculiar expression on her face, he followed. She
was sitting on the copy machine. Her short, checkered skirt
showed an ample portion of her firm, meaty thighs. Mark moved
closer, ogling the expanse of exposed female flesh. She was a
hot woman.
Cindy kicked her feet happily, dropping her high-heeled shoes as she finished her wine. She tossed the glass to Mark and giggled when he
tried to catch it. After fumbling for a heart-stopping moment,
he held it against his chest, trying not to spill his own
drink.
"Making a copy," she yelled with her eyes closed
and a crazy expression on her face. She opened her blue eyes and
looked at him with a challenging expression, then reached down
for the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up to her waist, while
wiggling her butt from side to side. When the dress sat in a
ring around her sweet ass, she reached down and yanked her white
panties down and kicked them to him with a stocking-encased foot.
He caught them and glanced at them in wonder, then slid them
inside his suit pocket for closer inspection later. He moved
around directly in front of Cindy to get a beaver shot. She
smiled at him and pressed the copy button. The bright light of
the copy machine outlined her ass and pussy like no other light
could. He took a deep, shuddering breath and looked on in
wonder. It was very erotic, getting a close-up beaver shot of
the most beautiful and hard to get woman in the office. She
fucked nobody. And there it was, the coveted pussy of the
sweetest girl he had ever know. Her soft thighs and brown hair
were very erotic. His manhood throbbed, making an obvious tent
in the front of his pants. But Cindy didn't seem to notice.
Cindy watched the machine photocopy her ass. She
reached down and pulled the first copy from the bin, and handed
it to Mark.
"Would you eat that?" she demanded in drunken
outrage.
"Oh hell yes," he gasped, looking at the inflated
picture of her ass, and her large-lipped pussy. It was extremely
erotic.
"I have left these pictures at the last five
Christmas parties, but nobody could ever identify them. Do you
know why?"
"Because there are over 75 women here?"
"No, because nobody has seen it before. Know
why?"
"Why?"
"I haven't been fucked in over a year. Nobody here
wants to fuck me."
"Bullshit. Everybody here wants to fuck you,
including me. But we know that you won't."
"Why?"
"I don't know. You haven't dated anybody in the
office, or the entire building, for that matter."
"Nobody asked me but complete assholes. I don't
date assholes," she said, looking at the growing pile of
pictures. "Maybe I should sign them."
"No! No, Cindy, don't do that. They will fire
you."
"Yeah, but I could get fucked."
"I will be happy to fuck you," Mark said with a
great deal of restraint.
"You will? Right here on the machine?"
"Sure, if that's what you want," he said
uncertainly.
"I do. I want pictures," she said, shutting off
the machine. "Fuck me," she demanded, raising her legs and
bending her knees. She rested her feet on the glass of the
machine. Mark gave the glass a worried look, then hurriedly
began tearing off his clothes. He approached Cindy with his cock
wagging in front of him like a great white tail.
"Oh look, he's so cute," she said, looking down at
his cock. Mark was so close that he was touching her bent legs
now. He could smell her expensive perfume, and the aroma of her
pussy. This was a dream come true. Wait until he told the guys
that he'd had Cindy. They wouldn't believe it until he showed
them pictures. Lot's of pictures.
Cindy slid her pussy forward toward the edge of the
machine. He heard the machine creak and crack as she shifted her
weight. Mark watched and worried, until she settled into place.
Her dark, large pussy lips were now directly in front of him.
They were so damned erotic. He liked large pussy lips.
He pressed his shaft between the hot moist lips and
pushed lightly. He penetrated her steamy pussy with no problem.
After pushing in and out slightly, he slowly sank his manhood
completely up inside her. She shivered and held on to his neck,
looking into his face like a happy, trusting puppy.
"That feels good," she sighed.
"Oh hell yes," he said as he slowly pumped in and
out of her pussy. "That feels like heaven," he moaned. She gave
him a cute, happy smile and leaned back against the wall. She
released his neck and used her hands to help support her weight.
Mark reached down and pressed the "copy" button. He could feel
the heat on his cock as the light came on. It was funny, he
didn't know a copier made heat.
"Oh yes," she gasped with her eyes closed. "I love
the heat and I can feel the vibration all though my ass," she
said with a slight smile. "It feels wonderful."
Mark had to agree. With her wet pussy grasping the
entire length of his cock and trying to hold it inside, it was a
very tight fit. Part of this might have been because of the way
she was sitting, but it made her the tightest fuck he had ever
experienced. She was awesome, just as he had always dreamed she
would be.
"Open your blouse," Mark whispered. Her eyes
fluttered open. She looked at him as if she had never seen him
before. Then with a little smile of recognition, she reached
down and began unbuttoning her blouse. With a little twisting
and turning, she managed to open her blouse and lift her breasts
out of her bra. They looked enormous and beautiful. The lacey
black bra held the aloft, ready to be sucked. Unfortunately,
Mark could not fuck her hot pussy, and suck her wonderful breasts
at the same time. He contented himself with reaching out and
holding the firm globes in his hands. They were very firm and
hot against his fingers. She moaned and withered at his gentle
touch. When he brushed the palms of his hands across her stiff
nipples, she shuddered and gave a little kitten sigh. She closed
her eyes and held his hands in place.
Her open, welcoming legs began to slowly move back
and forth. He leaned down and licked her knee, while maintaining
his slow, methodical strokes. She was very juicy now. Part of
her lubricant was dripping down on the glass of the copy machine.
Her pussy was very slick and wet inside, which made it feel
wonderful on his throbbing cock. He stroked in and out, while
she moaned softly with her eyes closed. Mark was afraid that she
would fall asleep. He wouldn't mind much, but he wanted to make
her cum. If her fuck was memorable, she might let him fuck her
again.
"Harder," she said, suddenly opening her eyes.
Again she looked at him with a little surprise.
"My name is Mark," he whispered, thinking of how
ludicrous it was to introduce yourself in the middle of a fuck.
But she was drunk and he wanted her to remember him. She was
really heating up now. She hunched her pussy against his
stroking cock, anticipating each stroke and meeting it with a
mighty thrust from her pussy. She was beginning to speed him
up.
"Yes, Mark," she said in a dreamy voice. "Mark
from graphics and design," she said, surprising him. He didn't
know that she was aware that he even existed.
"Mark who stares at me all day and tries to get a
beaver shot. Mark who follows me to the drinking fountain," she
said, beginning to grow excited. He was getting worried now.
What was she leading up to, an orgasm or a screaming fit. He was
so close to his own orgasm that he wouldn't have quit for
anything.
"Mark who loves my cute little ass and fucks me on
the copy machine," she said in a loud voice.
"Oh Mark," she screamed, suddenly grabbing him and
holding his body as her orgasm began. He pumped his cock into
her juicy pussy faster, bringing on his own orgasm.
"Oh yes," she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes," she
howled, bucking against his pelvis with her wet mound. She
locked her ankles behind his ass, and held him in place, while he
jerked and vibrated against him. His big cock pumped spurt after
spurt of cum into her open pussy, and she gladly accepted it.
The hot cream inside her made her feel even more wonderful. Her
legs closed, firmly clamping on each side of his body. With
flesh against flesh, they became one heaving, struggling being of
extreme pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her knee, while
holding her legs firmly in his arms. They were soft and
beautiful to the touch. The dark band of stocking on her thighs
was very erotic. The pussy and light patch of hair, beneath her
raised skirt was awesomely beautiful. He would definitely
remember this moment.
Gradually, she began to quiet. Panting and jerking
slightly against him with aftershocks, she looked frantically in
his eyes. He didn't know what she was looking for, or if she had
found it. She pulled him forward into a kiss. He didn't
struggle, of course. Unlike most guys, he liked to kiss and
snuggle after sex. And he wanted to thank the beautiful, if
drunk, woman who had given him such pleasure, and such a pleasant
memory.
Slowly she relaxed and released his head. He stood
back and pulled out of her pussy, suddenly growing aware of the
hum and harsh light of the copy machine. Cindy blinked as she
watched the white light outlining his face. She looked down and
turned off the copier.
"Oh, I want this one," she said, holding up a
picture of his cock pulling out of her pussy. He felt a little
embarrassed at the picture, but very proud of what he had
accomplished.
"You had better dress. It sounds like the party is
breaking up," he said, still worried about the glass on the copy
machine. She gave him a sweet smile and extended a hand. He
ignored the hand, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted
her off the machine, amid a lot of happy giggles. He sat her
quietly on her feet and kissed her again. He was surprised to
see that she was close to his own size. He liked women who were
his own size, they were easy to fuck in the shower. They
dressed, finishing just as the music died outside. There was
still a little chatter from guests, but the Christmas party of
2002 was officially over. Mark grew aware of Cindy grunting and
tapping papers into place.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting ready to pass these out. You take
shipping and acquisitions, I will take the executive offices.
One goes in each inbox, she said, pulling him forward. He looked
down to see a picture of Cindy's pussy, and his balls, with his
cock fully inserted. He blushed, then looked at the next
picture. They were all pretty much the same.
"Ok," he said with a sigh. "I'll see you when I
run out of copies," he turned toward the blue collar section of
the building. Few people noticed them hurrying out of the room,
and even fewer people would remember anything the next day. Once
again an annual, traditional "who's pussy is this" campaign would
baffle eager, bug-eyed men, giving Christmas a whole new
meaning.
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