Double the Fun: A Free Use Office Story, page 1
Double the Fun
A Free Use Office Story
by Alex Laurrose
Copyright ©️ 2022 Alex Laurrose
All rights reserved.
DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book takes place in a fictional world, where all women (and men) are available for each other’s sexual satisfaction at all times. The real world doesn’t work like that, so only try the things described within with a consenting partner (or partners).
All characters are 18 years old or older.
The person or persons depicted on the cover of this book are models and have no connection whatsoever with the story described within.
THANKS
I’d like to thank everyone that has ever read one of my stories, or sexy caption, and has reached out and told me how they liked it. Without that encouragement, I wouldn’t be doing this.
For my little rabbit
A sneak peek...
“Hey, you two,” said Lisa, like a classroom teacher scolding her pupils. “What’s going on? Our guest is trying to give a presentation.”
“Sorry, Lisa,” said Max. “Andre was just pointing out that Melissa, I mean Miss Madison, has an amazing butt.”
“Seriously?” the boss said, incredulously. “Can you guys be any more immature?”
“That’s ok,” said Melissa. “I get that all the time,” she added with nary a hint of humility. “Gentlemen, would it help if you took a better look at it?” Without waiting for a response, she lifted her skirt and revealed that she wasn’t wearing underwear of any kind underneath.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice,” said Andre. “Grade A.”
“I mean, if you want to, you can come over and touch it. Grope it, smack it, rub it. I don’t mind.”
There was no way that Andre was missing out on such an opportunity. Immediately, he got up and went around the table, practically jogging, arriving at a spot just behind the pharmaceutical rep. Reaching out, he touched that magnificent derrière.
“Oh boy,” he said, feeling the taut and simultaneously smooth skin. “Max, come over here, you must feel this!”
His friend came over and started assisting him in kneading Melissa’s buttocks. Somehow, she was able to continue giving her presentation, something about clinical tests and consumer projections and such. Still, Andre could feel that she was getting excited.
First, she gave out a slight moan each time he pinched her, and second, an extreme warmth was escaping her pussy. Lisa was glaring at both of the guys, but Melissa had given the go-ahead, so it was ok.
“And that is Enduravex, the drug that will hopefully revolutionize the male competence market. Any questions?”
“Yes!” said Max. “Can I fuck you?”
“Of course, silly. Both of you can, actually. As long as you take these first.” She produced, from a little case, two clear pastilles and gave one to each of them.
“Is that…?”
“Yes, Enduravex. Go ahead, take it.”
Without giving it a second thought, Andre swallowed the pill, and so did Max. Mere seconds later, he felt a rather novel sensation, centered in the area just below his belt. His dick had been getting harder from groping Melissa’s ass, anyway, but this was something else. Something much more powerful.
“I guess there’s no better way to tell you about the drug than demonstrate,” said Melissa and took her shirt off, letting her average-size titties swing loose. She squatted down on her three-inch heels and looked up at them.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Whip them out.”
Both guys scrambled to get their dicks out, and moments later, she had one in each hand, jerking them off. “You see, two perfectly average cocks,” she said before opening her mouth and taking Andre’s halfway inside.
He was legitimately the harder he had ever been in his life, but the way she sucked it was out of this world. He hadn’t been with her before, so he couldn’t tell if it was the drug that enhanced his pleasure or if she was just a very good cock sucker, and he didn’t really care. He let a moan and almost came immediately.
“Don’t fight it,” she said as soon as she came up for air. “Come down my throat, I guarantee you’ll be ready again in no time. A young virile man like you, there’s no doubt about it.”
Well, she was the expert, so Andre decided to heed her advice, and then some. He grabbed her head and forced the full length of his pole inside her willing esophagus. He started pumping her face, and she went completely limp, like a good slut. She let him use her as a fuck toy, and pretty soon he was ready.
“I’m coming! Oh God, I’m coming!” he shouted out when one of the most powerful orgasms of his life hit his whole body. He ejaculated so much that it started dripping from the sides of her mouth. Her eyes had gone as wide as possible, and maybe she was also surprised at the volume, or maybe she was just acting.
Jasmine
Jasmine loved her job. It fulfilled her, it made her feel useful, and most of all it helped her pay her rent and all her bills. But, as much as she loved it, she loved coming home and relaxing even more.
Her commute that day was quite uneventful, except for the young guy that asked her to jerk him off on the train. She did it, of course, both because it would be rude to refuse, and because, admittedly, she enjoyed that kind of thing. She even asked him if he wanted to also use her mouth or any of her other holes, but he declined. Slightly dejected but respectful of his wishes, she just gave him the handjob.
Finally, he came all over her well-manicured hand. “Do you mind if I lick it up?” she asked, and she greedily devoured it when he shrugged at her request. It wasn’t the tastiest load of sperm she had ever had, but it wasn’t too bad, and it was one of her favorite things to eat, anyway.
All that encounter had managed to do was make her hornier. She needed release, and she needed it ten minutes ago. Luckily, Mrs. Felstein from downstairs was away for the week, and she had asked her to check in on her husband, Mr. Felstein, see if he needed anything. Which she had done, every single day, and he had needed the same exact thing, every single day.
After ringing the doorbell, she adjusted her breasts in her top, making them look even bigger and more impressive than they were. Her neighbor was almost seventy years old, and he needed all the stimulation he could get.
When the door opened, she was met with a man smiling wide, ear to ear. “There you are,” he said. “Come in, will you?”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, slowly walking inside, not even acknowledging he had just slapped her butt. “Do you need help with anything?” she asked, all innocent-like. That act always drove men crazy.
“As a matter of fact,” he said, playing along, “I need you to take a look at something. If you just get on your knees…”
“Of course, sir.” She knelt on the floor and instinctively gathered her hair in a bun. “What is it?”
“Well…” he said, and untied the rope of his pajama bottoms, pulling them down along with his underwear. “What do you think?”
Jasmine found herself mere inches away from the familiar sight of Mr. Felstein’s cock. It was exactly like she remembered it but for a very important detail: it was significantly harder than usual.
“I appreciate you showing me that, sir,” she said, glossing over the stiffness for the time being. “Would you mind if I put it in my mouth?”
“My dear, I’d be offended if you didn’t!” he laughed, and she laughed along with him.
Jasmine opened her mouth just enough for it to fit and welcomed the hot piece of flesh inside. She moaned and even hummed a little around it, and she felt it twitching, another thing it hadn’t done hitherto. Feeling flattered and proud that she could elicit such a response from an older gentleman, she started bobbing her head back and forth. Her fingers were cupping his balls ever so slightly and his septuagenarian dick was fucking her pretty and willing young face.
Ever since she was eighteen, she always preferred being used by older men. She had no upper limit, although Mr. Felstein was one of the oldest ones she had had the chance to sample. Their skill, their experience, and the way they made her feel always surpassed those of men her own age. Not that Jasmine would ever say no to a fuck, regardless of the place or the circumstances, of course. It was just her preference.
“Do you mind if I talk dirty to you?” he asked. “I read in a magazine that your generation likes that.”
Jasmine had a faint idea of what a magazine was, but she didn’t know they were still making them. But his statement was correct, her generation and she in particular loved their dirty talk. Mr. Felstein, on the other hand, had never used it or asked about it, not with her, anyway.
“Of course, sir. Talk to me as dirty as you want. Demean me, degrade me, humiliate me. Don’t hold back, I know you don’t really mean it.”
“Okay, then, you little slut,” he said, getting in character immediately. “Suck this fucking dick, take it all down your throat!”
“Yes, sir!” she said with unbridled enthusiasm and took the cock she was sucking balls-deep inside. She gagged a little, but she enjoyed it, and when she reached down her panties, she discovered that she was as wet as she had ever been.
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When the first squirt of semen hit the back of her throat, and since her fingers were already one knuckle deep in her own cunt, she came right along him, and along with the big load he was apparently dropping down her esophagus.
When she calmed down, she could literally feel his jizz in her stomach. Never in her life had she swallowed so much, because never in her life had a guy given her so much. She was impressed, astonished, and even confused. Where had this come from?
“Oh my God, Mr. Felstein, sir, that was amazing! I can’t wait until tomorrow so we can do it again.”
“Tomorrow? What are you talking about? I haven’t even fucked you yet!”
“But… but… I came… I mean you came!”
“So?” he said, pointing down to his dick. “Has it gone soft?”
“How?” she managed to utter. Mr. Felstein’s cock was, quite literally, as hard as it was before.
“Never mind the how,” he said. “Do you want it in your cunt or not?”
“Of course I do!” Jasmine responded. What did he take her for, did he think she would actually refuse a cock in her pussy like a damn prude?
“You better bend over the couch then, and I’ll give you what you want.
She did bend over the piece of furniture he had indicated and put one of her knees up on it. She hadn’t expected to take it a second time, but she was more than eager to feel it again.
And she did take it, when it broke through past her pussy lips, slightly stretching her narrow snatch. It was still slick with her saliva and his cum from earlier, and it went in smoothly.
“Yes! Fuck me, you old bastard! Pound my pussy, claim it!” She loved doing some dirty talk herself, and that was the hottest she had felt in months.
The man that was almost half a century older than she was didn’t hesitate for a single second. He slammed his dick in and out of her young snatch for ten solid minutes. He exhibited remarkable stamina, both in pummeling her, as well as in holding his orgasm back. Although the latter could be explained by his recent ejaculation.
He kept going and going, and she thought that he would just break down at any second, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked up speed for several thrusts. “Oh God, I’m about to come!” he yelled out.
Again? she thought, but that’s not what she said. “Yes, yes, fill me up, flood my pussy with your cream!” she yelled out, like the good little slut she was.
And he did. Inexplicably, he came even more than before, and Jasmine felt it dripping down her legs, both of which were already shaking because, once more, she had orgasmed herself.
“Mr. Felstein, I had no idea,” she said, reaching back and feeling her stretched-out cunt. “That was so good!”
“Yeah, we’re almost done now,” her elderly neighbor said.
“Almost… what do you mean?” she asked, although she ought to know. Next thing she knew, she sensed wetness on her back door, and his fingers teasing it, working his spit inside and around it.
Instinctively, she stood absolutely still and tried to relax her sphincter as he pushed his cock inside.
“It isn’t really fucking if I don’t get to use your ass too, is it?” he said the moment he broke through. He sure felt quite a lot bigger in that hole, and Jasmine’s eyes opened wide, along with her mouth.
“Oh God… go slow… fuck me but go slow… it’s so big!”
“Mmmmm yeah, you’re so tight!” he said, getting deeper and deeper inside her rectum. “You’re doing well, I’m almost halfway in!”
“What? Only halfway?” Jasmine had been fucked up the ass more times than she could remember, but this felt like she was being sodomized with a baseball bat. She wouldn’t go as far as saying that she wasn’t enjoying it, but there was no way this was normal.
She craned her head back and looked at the man that was buggering her, only to see that he was as calm as ever. He hadn’t even broken a sweat!
Not knowing what was happening, but also unable to think straight with a pole like that up her ass, she decided to just relax and enjoy the experience.
He fucked her for what felt like days, although, realistically, it couldn’t be more than thirty minutes or so. From one point on, she had gone completely numb and had lost count of how many times she had reached an orgasm.
Finally, after a last stretch of hard pounding, he pulled out and sprayed her lower back with his semen. Once more, he came even more than before, but nothing else had made sense that evening, so why should that?
“You don’t mind if I use your bathroom, do you?” she asked, having some trouble standing up straight.
“Not at all, my dear. It’s time for my evening call with Gladys, anyway.”
“Ok! Tell her hi from me, will you?”
“Certainly. I think she’ll be very happy when I tell her how well you take care of me.”
A while later, Jasmine arrived at the corridor leading to her apartment. Somehow, when she got out of the bathroom, Mr. Felstein was up for some more hunky-punky, but fortunately it didn’t take her more than a five-minute blowjob to get him to come down her throat for a second time.
It was a weird day for sure, and what happened next would make it even weirder. A person she was more than familiar with, sitting on a big suitcase, was waiting outside her front door.
Rogering the Receptionist
Max was especially cranky that morning, and that had nothing to do with how well he slept, nor with the traffic jam he encountered on his way to the office. The main reason he was in that mood was the fact that he woke up to find out that Gabby, his roommate, had already left.
In the past several months that he had been living with her, he had grown accustomed to getting to use her before going to work. She was a couple years older than him, and more experienced, and she was constantly and insatiably hungry for cock.
With other women, he had to ask permission to fuck them, although that was mostly a formality, as hardly ever anyone refused in this day and age. But Gabby, he only had to show up with his dick out, or even slide it up one of her holes whenever he felt like it. Nine times out of ten she would say nothing and let him have his fun, and on the tenth time she would even thank him for doing it.
Her job wasn’t particularly demanding. Max had reasons to strongly suspect that her affluent parents had arranged for it, and perhaps they were even the ones paying her salary. She was never in trouble, not even when she completely forgot to go.
In any case, her leaving so early was rather rare and left him with a severe case of blue balls. He even considered taking the bus to work, in the chance he found a willing woman on board to suck him off or something, but then he was bound to be late. The public transportation in this town was disgracefully bad.
That’s ok, he thought, perhaps one of the girls in the office will help me get my rocks off.
Alas, as soon he stepped foot in the building, he realized that things weren’t boding well, as Jasmine was missing from her seat at the reception desk. She was always there when he arrived, with a smile on her face and an offer to blow him on her lips, but not that morning. That was odd.
Adding to that, Bobbi Parker, his fellow account manager that worked at the desk next to his, also wasn’t there. He had to check his phone to make sure that it wasn’t the weekend or something. He left his backpack on his chair and went straight to the boss’s office.
He knocked twice and opened the door without waiting for an answer. Lisa never stood at ceremonies like that. Her door, among other things, was always open to her employees.
“Hey boss, do you know where… oh.”
He apologized, because the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door was Lisa, bent over her desk, with an enormous black guy behind her. They were both grunting, albeit in a vastly different pitch as the piece of furniture was moving several inches with each of his pumps.
“Max!” she said, her face contorted in pain, but seeming like she was enjoying herself immensely, too.
“I… I can come back later…”
“Don’t be silly. Jamal is just stretching out my ass a little. How can I help you?”
