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Genevieve
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I'd been trying to get into Genevieve's knickers ever since I'd
interviewed her for the job. She was from Mauritius, 18, 6ft
tall and thin as a beanpole except for her tits which were
ENORMOUS! I'd taken her out for drinks several times and even
bought her a delicious meal one night but I'd got absolutely
nowhere so I was getting a bit pissed off by the time the
office Christmas party came round.
Everybody had been to the pub at lunchtime so we were all
pretty merry by the time the party started at 5o'clock. One
would have thought that prohibition was starting tomorrow by the
way we all enthusiastically got stuck unto the booze. Most of
the girls were into the champagne and the fellas were amply
catered for with three barrels of real ale - one of which was
Theakston's Old Peculiar. Genevieve, being a bit of a tomboy,
joined the lads with pint of Old Peculiar - no-one thought to
tell her how strong it was!! There was a traditional cold buffet
served by a couple of very tasty uniformed waitresses - bets
were being taken on whether they were wearing stockings and
suspenders or tights (I never did discover the answer to that!).
Included with the buffet were some jumbo sausages and out of the
corner of my eye I noticed Genevieve selecting the biggest one
she could find. I moved casually over to her side just as her l
uscious lips encircled the end of the sausage and asked her if
she had ever had anything so big in her mouth before (the
Old Peculiar was getting to me by now). She turned to me, winked
at me and walked away towards the office set aside for the blue
movies (we did work for an ad agency). I followed her into the
crowded office and stood behind her as she watched the video
- Deep Throat wouldn't you know! The bird on the film was
getting a real mouthful of a monster prick and looking as if she
was really enjoying her job. I moved closer to Genevieve and
asked quietly asked her if she had ever had one that size. 'Not
yet' she replied and moved backwards rubbing her bum against my
now hardening prick. I put one hand on her hip and pulled her
closer to me and started grinding my prick against her so that
she was in no doubt what I'd got. The office was dark so I moved
my other hand up to her tit and discovered to my pleasant
surprise that she wasn't wering a bra. I caressed her nipple
which was already becoming aroused - she responded by putting
one hand behind her back and grabbing hold of my now fully erect
prick. She stroked it gently and leant her head back - I
whispered to her that we might be a bit more comfortable in my
deserted office two floors below. She turned and brought her
lips to mine and squashed her full tits against my chest. Our
lips parted as we each worked our body against the other. I
broke away and took her hand and led her through the dance-floor
towards the stairs. On reaching the landing she said that she
wanted to go to my boss's office rather than mine - well mustn't
disagree with a lady I thought so we headed up the stairs to his
office. (He had already gone home so I knew we wouldn't be
interrupted.) The office was about four times the size of mine
with a large, comfortable leather sofa and a desk the size of a
football pitch. As I followed her in I pulled down the zip at
the back of her dress. I shut the door and as I turned she
shrugged off the dress exposing those beautiful tits, which I
had wanted to have for so long, and a very small pair of white
panties. I took hold of both tits and bent my head down to suck
her outstanding nipples - moving from on to the other in quick
suckcession - until they stood out about an inch. I reluctantly
took one hand away and moved it down to her knickers which I
discoverd were quite wet - she was obviously as excited as I was
I pushed my hand down inside and felt the sparse covering of
pubic hair, my long index finger slipped easily inside her
juicy pussy. My thumb found her clitoris and she squirmed with
delight and pulled my head hard to her tit. Two more fingers
found there way into her fleshy wetness and her hips began to
move, pushing her pussy harder onto my nimble fingers. She
pulled my head up and forced her mouth against mine at the same
time she pulled up my sweatshirt so that her nipples were
pressed firmly against my hairy chest. Her finger nails were
digging into my now bare back as she moaned quietly in delight.
I could feel her juices running out of her gaping pussy as
she neared her orgasm. Her thighs gripped my hand tighter and tighter
as she pushed herself at me. 'Faster, harder.' she gasped
breathlessly. She shuddered as she came again and again and
slumped back against the desk. I slipped my fingers out of her
soaking hole and finished removing my sweatshirt. My belt and
zip were undone by eager hands, I hurriedly pulled off my shoes
and jeans. Genevieve pushed me back against the desk and dropped
to her knees. 'Now for your Christmas present!' she said as she
looked up at me. She deftly pulled down my briefs to expose my
throbbing prick. One hand gently fondled my aching balls whilst
the other encircled my biggest asset. Her lips caressed it's
length and lingered over the circumcised tip which was glistening
slightly in the moonlight. Her tongue played around the rim and
then her mouth sank gently down in answer to my letter to Santa.
My hands guided her head slowly up and down my shaft. Her hand
was working briskly along it's length as her lips and tongue were
dancing around my knob. My hips began thrusting, fucking her
mouth, I could feel the cum just waiting to burst out into her
waiting mouth. Genevieve must have felt my urgency too because
her fingers encircled the base of my cock and squeezed hard, the
feeling subsided. Her hands moved to my buttocks and she took
into her mouth as much of my prick as she possible could as she
pulled me to her. The feeling of pleasure was fantastic, almost
painful as I sensed that nothing was going to stop me cumming
this time. 'Between your tits, Genevieve,' I yelled 'not in your
mouth.' My prick slapped against my belly as she removed that
gorgeous mouth of hers. Her ample tits enveloped my cock, the nob
poking out, I took hold of her tits and began to fuck them
desperately. I felt a tension in my buttocks and balls. Huge
dollops of spunk flew on to her olive-tinted chest. I kept
thrusting and squuezed her tits titghtly around my prick until
I was empty. The white spunk dribbled down her chest, she wiped
some up on her fingers which she then proceded to suck. 'I'm not
letting that go to waste.'she said with a grin.
At this point a loud cheer went up, there was a round of
applause. Those bastards from the Creative Department had been
watching through the window in the door!!!
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