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Authors name: Carver Lavern
Story title : Not Mine
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NOT MINE
by Carver Lavern (c) 1997
I can't believe I fell for it. This guy tricked me
with a pair of cum-stained panties. I mean they
weren't even mine. Which is what I was trying to
prove to him when I lifted up my skirt. Not that I
was wearing any panties, but the smell of MY pussy
was distinctly different from the smell on those
panties.
I know I should have known better, but I just wasn't
expecting anything. He was there to fix the copy
machine, for chrissakes! He was all business at first,
and it looked like he was working on the machine. He
had pulled it away from the wall and had the back
panel off. But the next thing I know, he wants me
to come look at something back there.
So I walk around behind the machine and bend over to
look inside the panel, when he suddenly pulls out
this pair of white cotton panties. He asks me in a
real accusing sort of way, "Are these yours?" When I
don't answer fast enough for him, he says, "I found
these jamming up the gears? They're your panties,
aren't they?" And then he thrust them right under my
nose. Ohmigod, they smelled so good. It was all I
could do to resist rubbing my face in that delicious
sexy-smell.
But I needed to control myself. I wanted to keep this
job. But even though I drew back, I couldn't help the
way my body felt -- suddenly my skin was all sensitive,
I felt flushed, and my pussy was really starting to
pulse. He moved in closer and said, "You look like the
kind of girl who'd leave her nasty panties lying
around. You look like the kind of girl who would get
fucked at work."
He had me cornered behind that big Xerox, and I
suddenly realized no one would see us there this time
of day. So I pulled my skirt up high enough that he
could just see the plump, smooth lips of my pussy. And
I said to him, just as sweet as you please, "As you
see I don't wear panties." And then he was on his
knees, forcing my legs apart, so he could get at my
pussy.
He made me throw one leg over his shoulder to open me
wider. He licked up and down my slit, like he was
trying to lap up all the tangy juice already secreted
by my cunt. Then he started in on my clit, flicking it
with his tongue, and then sucking on it, then flicking
it again, winding me up higher and higher toward an
orgasm. I was holding on to the machine for support,
when Danny, one of the analysts, walked into the copy
room! He could see me from the waist up, but not the
repairman who was, at that moment, inserting his fat
tongue into my pussy.
I thought with Danny in the room, that the repairman
would at least stop for a moment, but he blithely
continued eating me out. In fact, as my co-worker
strolled over to the closest machine to start a copy
job, the guy introduced a finger into my ass. As he
rocked me expertly back and forth between a thumb in
my pussy and the finger in my ass, I knew there was
no way I could keep up the game much longer. The
sensations were simply too intense.
I tried to stifle a moan, but waves of pleasure were
moving through my body as the repairman's thumb and
finger feverishly worked my tender holes. I panted,
on the edge of an orgasm, no longer able to keep
quiet. And then, of course, Danny heard me. He thought
at first I was hurt, but when he came closer, he was
able to see the repairman finger-fucking my open pussy
and ass. Knowing that he was watching me, that another
man was touching and licking me while he watched, put
me over the edge, and I came, shuddering helplessly
slumped against the copy machine totally breathless.
The repairman stood up and looked calmly at Danny.
"Is there a problem?" He asked, but Danny, perhaps
amazed by the repairman's boldness, shook his head.
Then the repairman showed Danny the panties, and said,
"I found these stuck inside the machine. I figure she
fucks back here all the time."
I know it was stupid, but all I could think to say,
"They're not my panties." They both ignored me though,
as the repairman, suddenly shoved me forward over the
machine, giving him perfect access from the rear. I
heard him unzip, and then he had his cock in my pussy,
fucking me from behind. Danny watched a moment, and
then he went and locked the door to the copy room.
When he came back, he had his cock out, which he
quickly shoved into my open mouth.
So there I was, stretched out over a copy machine, one
cock in my mouth, the other in my pussy. I could feel
the hard plastic of the machine pressing into my belly
and thighs. The repairman had a firm grip on my
shoulder and was pushing thrusting hard, shaking the
copy machine under me. Every thrust pushed Danny's
cock further into my mouth. And all this because I
fell for his little panty trick. Don't get me wrong.
Before Danny finally unlocked the door, they had both
shot a load of cum in my pussy. And the feel of my
cunt-hole sloshing with their cum had me shuddering
through multiple orgasms. But it's going to get around
the office for sure now, and no one will ever believe
that those were not my panties!
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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