One Night Office Orgy

by Naughty Sarah

Author's Note: This story is set in 1990. Also, I was challenged by a friend (a guy!) who said "Do you think you can write this story like a guy would write it? I don't think you can!" So, here it is, hopefully with some tongue-in-cheek humor at the writing style; don't hate me guys! I wrote this as raunchy and chauvinistic as I possibly could, squeezed into one story. My friend said "You weren't even born then, you better make this FUNNY!" I tried. :)

Chapter 1

It began one day at a little place I used to work at, just after I had gotten into the computer consulting business. It was a small shop with about ten people that did typical office work, mostly typing. A woman named Margaret managed it for a guy in another city who let her run things pretty much however she wanted as long as she kept costs to a minimum. That meant hiring mostly young girls, whom she could pay peanuts, to crank out the paperwork along with a couple of men to do the real work - like operating and maintaining the computers.

I had increased the efficiency of the place tenfold by installing a microcomputer network to handle their wordprocessing chores. I set 'em up with a 386 clone and a 100 meg hard disk as the server running the ever-popular N network with about half a dozen XTs as stations. Margaret was both thrilled and thankful for my effort.

After the installation of the hard and soft wares I was called back only for repairs, program updating and new employee training. The girls were very computer illiterate, as most women are, and I really had my hands full training them. I could almost hear their disk heads grinding against the platters every time one of them began randomly pushing keys in panic.

Still, due to my expertise, Margaret had a nice, tight little operation going. Two girls, Lisa and Linda, labored full-time and her two daughters, Diane and Daphne, worked part-time. There was also one full-time male computer operator, Jeff. And that was it.

I went on consulting status and Margaret was able to save money by using me only when she needed support, which was on a fairly spotty basis, but pretty often. I still don't know whether to thank God or Satan that she needed me that day. Maybe I should thank them both.

Here is a brief description of the employees.

LISA - Nineteen years old, just out of high school and with no intention of going any further, she was the stuff of men's dreams. She stood 5'4" and weighed in at around 120 pounds; a little on the fleshy side, but in all the right places. Her hair was brown and wavy and fell to the middle of her back which arched down to one of those butts a man would give anything to squeeze; a long, deep crack between round, bulging white globes that stuck way out and jiggled slightly when she walked.

A pouty little mouth was planted in the middle of her rosy, apple-cheeked face. Her plump lips were painted a deep, wet shade of red and she wore rose-tinted glasses over deep-brown doe eyes. Topping this off was a pair of 48EEE tits with nipples that were, unbelievably, half an inch across and poked out about the same length from her tight sweaters when they were hard.

A generous layer of baby fat still cushioned her low-slung hips. Jutting out from a nicely padded middle, they flanked a soft, round, slightly-raised little belly. In other words a sweet, young, juicy, wet-dream put on this earth for only one reason - Man's pleasure.

DAPHNE - The manager's older daughter. Also nineteen, she was more like the girl next door, but with some important differences. She stood maybe an inch or two taller than Lisa and was skinnier, almost thin. Her short, curly brown hair framed one of those cute little cheerleader-type faces in the middle of which was planted a set of full, wide lips.

All of her weight seemed to have gone straight to her tits and ass because they sure jutted out nicely in both directions from that thin frame; bottom heavy and top heavy at the same time, if you know what I mean. Her tits were the kind that are full and heavy on the bottom and sort of slope down from the top; real hangers.

She always wore these hanging blouses with no bra and her sloping tits made them hang way out in front of her. I could see right through to her big, spongy nipples. Her ass was the real treasure, though. I had seen this kind on only one or two other girls in many years of watching and I doubt that many of you will know what I'm talking about when I describe it because it is so rare.

It starts lower down on the back than on most women and builds downward and out toward the rear into huge, meaty cheeks that seem to blend right into the legs and end just above the knee. It was as if her upper legs were one huge pair of ass sponges. (You see, I said you wouldn't know what I was talking about, but I hope you can picture it now). If Lisa was a wet dream, Daphne was a deliciously gross fantasy. She seemed kind of innocent, but I sensed something else lying underneath all of that.

LINDA - Linda was the one girl who didn't seem to fit in with the others at this place. First, she looked quite a bit older than the other girls although she was actually only twenty. And second, she was built differently.

She was the tallest one in the place at 5'9" or 5'10"; an inch or two taller than me and she was big; maybe 180 or 190 pounds. She was definitely approaching fat, but I would describe her more as chunky and fully packed. Big, bulging legs anchored a rotund upper body from which hung two beefy arms. Her rump cheeks were wide and fat and rode high up on her hips.

For a big girl her tits weren't anything to speak of, actually just a pretty nice medium set. She had some acne on a round face from which hung straight, short, very blond hair. Her clothes were different too. While all the other girls in the office usually wore some sort of blouse and skirt, Linda was always in tight jeans and t-shirts.

But the thing that really got me was the look on her face. Not when she was with the other girls, who she seemed to get along with, but when she was alone. I'll never forget that blank, almost obscene stare.

MARGARET - The manager. She was about 38 years old with fiery orange-red hair like her daughter Diane. Although I could see she was starting to go downhill, she was still in pretty good shape for her age.

She must have worked out some because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her angular torso and her pretty face was still tight and smooth. But all that excersize had pulled everything in hard and tight. There were no soft woman parts hanging out. Small ass, small chest, hard mouth. It just wasn't for me.

I prefer the young, fleshy bulging stuff I saw on the other girls. But I liked Margaret and had many good talks with her. She seemed like your typical middle-aged housewife; a little on the naive side, but nice.

JEFF - The only full-time male employee, Jeff was about the same age as the others. He was on the skinny side, about medium height and already going slightly bald at his young age. He seemed not to take the slightest interest in any of the girls, except maybe Margaret's eighteen year old daughter Diane, being more into his work than anything else. He seemed to me like any ordinary american teenager approaching manhood and I got along well with him.

DIANE - Diane was the manager's younger daughter who I had seen Jeff gazing at and I didn't blame him. She was something to stare at. Bright red hair like her mother's swirled down around her freckled face. It wasn't dyed red either and it was exciting to think that all her other hair was the same color.

Hotpants-pink lipstick coated her protruding young lips. She had just turned eighteen and was barely into womanhood, but one could see that she was developing fast. She had the same height as Daphne, but wasn't quite as big up front.

Her budding little tits were like creamy cupcakes with ripe cherries stuck on top. The saliva pumped into my mouth at thought of licking them and also feeling her little butt, which was still forming. It hadn't quite plumped out yet, but the parts by the crack were sticking way out. It made me want to cup one mound in each hand, my fingers meeting in that deep slot, and squeeze. She was a little tease, too young and innocent to know what she was doing to me (and Jeff).

THE BOSS - I had never met the guy who owned the place, Gene was his name, but I heard he was in his early forties and sometimes paid a visit to his offices. I looked forward to meeting him someday.

ME - I'll be your narrator for what happened on that incredible day; your eyes, ears, hands and any other thing you can imagine. Call me Roy. Although I'm no great writer, I hope I can describe it well enough to allow you to become part of the action. For that to work you are going to have to believe and imagine that you were there.

It won't work if you just read the words. I want you to take my place that day and imagine some women you know (or would like to know) being there too, taking the place of Lisa, Daphne and Diane. Although it happened years ago (I was about 30 years old at the time), it still burns in my memory and, if your imagination can put you and your women into the action, I believe it will burn in yours too.

Chapter 2

That day started out like any other. Margaret had called me in to fix some equipment that the girls had wrecked for the umpteenth time. I was getting kind of bored with the routine, but I was more than glad to go in and get another drooling look at those girls. I couldn't believe that hot young stuff like this really existed, let alone that I was close enough to touch them. But they did exist. And although I hadn't done anything, I didn't know how long I could hold out before I tried something for real.

As soon as I walked in the door I knew this wasn't going to end up like any ordinary day. First, Margaret tells me that the boss is flying in for his first visit to our office and then I see Lisa standing in the main room with her back to me talking with Daphne.

It was winter but all she wore was a micro mini-skirt that barely covered the bottom of her butt. Her tight thighs strained at the sheer material of the red pantyhose that covered her legs as she turned to say hello to me. I almost dropped my toolbox when I saw her from the front. She had on a tight red sweater that was bulging full of her heavy tits like I had never seen them before. They jiggled slightly just from her turning and her nipples were so hard and big that I could see the little bumps standing out on them, even through the heavy material of the sweater.

As she turned around again to resume her talk I started walking toward them to go into the computer room, my penis stiffening as I walked. I had to kind of squeeze behind Lisa to get by. I looked down and her butt mounds were bulging out so far that I couldn't even see the floor. The sight was too much for me and as I went by, without caring if I got caught, I pushed my free hand up under the mini-skirt and squeezed one buttock, even forcing my thumb a little way into the crack.

The tights gave way as her ripe butt flesh squished between my fingers and the place where my thumb pushed the nylon into her crack felt hot and slippery. I gave her cheek one more squeeze and moved on quickly, sweating a little at what I had just gotten away with. How could anything so wrong feel so right!

Lisa must have sensed that I was right behind her because, luckily for me, she didn't even move when I felt her. She could have screamed or jumped or turned me in to the others, but she just went on talking to Daphne like nothing had happened.

Needless to say, I was very relieved. "The little bitch probably thought she was doing an old man a big favor by giving me that feel", I thought. But it was sure worth the risk and I was hard as a rock as I went into the other room. I sure didn't feel like working on some machine, but what else could I do. Besides, I wanted to stick around as long as possible and maybe get another grab later on.

I was still carrying Lisa's ass grease on my thumb as I entered the other room, my body heat keeping it just as warm and oily as when it was inside her. I began to picture her walking by me, those full, jiggling cheeks slipping and sliding against each other, lubricated by the stuff in the crack and I could barely stand it. I bent my nose down to my thumb and sniffed.

To my surprise it didn't smell bad at all; kind of musky and perfumed. If we were alone, I would have gone back out and butt-fucked her on the spot, but I couldn't with all those people around, so I did the only thing I could think of to cool down until I could make my move. Licking the oil from my thumb, I went to work.

The office was a big square unit walled off into four rooms. Maragaret's office and the main room, with about four or five desks, occupied the front half. The computer room, with a desk and small table, filled most of the back half except for the small writing room which had one long table occupying the entire expanse of wall.

Besides the usual full-timers, Diane, Daphne and myself also happened to be working that day. Linda was wearing her usual heavy denim jeans with t-shirt and was doing some reports in the back. Jeff sat at his usual station at the desk in the equipment room. Daphne had come dressed in jeans also; the soft, faded blue-denim material grossly stretched out in the rear by her bulging behind.

And she had on that loose blouse again, hanging way out over her big melons. Her nipple stalks were long and stiff due to the cold; so hard that she seemed to be in a little pain as I watched her talk to Lisa. The sight made my mouth drool a little as I walked by.

Diane stood in the report room next to Linda. She had on one of those clinging, tight one-piece sweater-dress affairs that young stuff like her shouldn't wear. The way it molded itself around her showed off all of her young sex parts as if she were naked. Her apple tits grew straight out from her ribcage, the little nipples riding high up on them and her tight buns with the jutting half-moons were snugly molded by the soft, fuzzy cotton cloth.

It had even tightened its way in between her legs in front so that I could clearly see the raised ridges of her rounded little pube sausages. I imagined that peach-sized twat softly filling my hand; my middle finger sliding into her slot like a hotdog in a bun. "Margaret shouldn't let her dress like this in public", I thought, but I wasn't about to complain.