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Career Girl - 3: Holly
By Misty Paycheck (mistypaycheck@yahoo.com*)
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A hard working woman strives for a career, sacrificing
a family and settled life in the suburbs. But she does
take advantage of the opportunities along the way. (MF,
FF, work, exh, affair)
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If you haven't read my previous stories, you may need a
little background information. These stories take place
in a universe where it has long ago been determined
that the constant distraction of men fantasizing about
the women around them has hindered the development of
society. It was established that men would be allowed
to act on any sexual thought that occurs to them in the
moment, with any woman. Women accept their role in this
new society without question. This, however, doesn't
mean that women are slaves or prostitutes. They are
expected to carry the same weight at home and in the
workplace as men. They just have the added
responsibility of being available and open to the
sexual whims of men.
This not a sequel to previous Career Girl stories, but
a stand alone story that takes place in the same
universe.
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Career Girl - Holly
My name is Holly. I work in the Finance group of a mid-
sized marketing firm and share an office space with Tom
and Vicky. The three desks are lined up and separated
by cubicle walls. Tom and I have the ends, while Vicky
sits between us. Tom and I sit in our cubicles
discussing the new cost model for one of our new
product lines. He asks about cost recovery for one
small aspect of the overall plan. I explain it to him
as best I can but he seems to be hung up on a minor
detail. I start to explain it to him, but my phone
rings.
In the mean time, Vicky chimes in from between us and
incorrectly tries to explain the missing detail to Tom.
Of course everything she says is wrong, but Tom doesn't
argue or try to explain where her explanation falls
flat, he just pretends to understand her point and go
along. I tell Tom to come into my cubicle so I can draw
it out on the white board, thinking that a picture is
worth a thousand words.
Tom walks over into my cubicle and I swing my chair
around so that I'm facing the whiteboard. Tom stands at
the corner of my cube as I draw out the map of the
financial flow. As I continue to draw, Vicky
occasionally chimes in to correct me with her broken
understanding of the cost model. At one point I catch
myself getting caught up in explaining to Vicky why
she's wrong and stop working with Tom. I look at Tom
while I argue over the cube wall with Vicky, but he
just shrugs at me, apparently unwilling the get
involved.
After a short while of waiting for me to finish with
Vicky, he walks over to me, reaches a hand down and
cups one of my breasts. I am a lesbian and have no real
interest in men, sexually speaking, but the world being
what it is, I've learned to adapt. I continue arguing
with Vicky as Tom bounces my breasts from underneath.
Now he's just playing. I'm wearing a light blue long
sleeve collar shirt. Tom unbuttons the top button of my
shirt and snakes a hand down into my shirt where he
cups my breast through my bra. Vicky's insane arguing
is driving me nuts. She is convinced that I don't
understand her point, when I actually do, but can't
seem to convince her that she is wrong.
Tom starts to squeeze my breast as my discussion with
Vicky starts to get heated. Since I'm still sitting in
my chair with Tom standing in front of me playing with
my breasts, I have a plain view of the front of his
pants. I can see that he is developing quite the bulge.
I look up at Tom and he now has a bit of a glint in his
eye as he squeezes and bounces my breast. I smile at
him as I reach up and unbutton another button on my
shirt. This gives Tom better access, but mostly it
makes it a little more comfortable for me. I can feel
Tom slip fingers into the cup of my bra and start to
pinch my nipples. I squeak a little when he does this.
By this time Vicky has gotten angry to the point of
being close to tears. She is sure she's right and that
I'm disregarding her. At this point I tell her that I
need to continue with Tom and that I'll have to go
through this with her at another time. I then turn back
to Tom who is now pulling me out of the chair to my
feet and is unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of my
shirt. I stand straight up and let him move me as
needed to remove my shirt. I'm a little uncomfortable
because I've gained about 10 pounds recently and don't
look as good as I'd like.
The upside of this for Tom, I'm sure, is that a lot of
that extra weight shows itself in my breasts, which are
a bit larger than they usually are. I stand still
waiting for his next move, but he asks me to continue
with my flow map. I smile and get back to our
discussion. I'm now waiting for Tom to reach behind me
to take off my plain white bra. As a lesbian I often
wonder if straight women are more accommodating. I
wonder if a straight girl would have taken off her own
bra for Tom.
I don't want to be insulting to him, or look as if I'm
giving minimum effort to his needs, it's just that all
men seem to want something different and I just don't
think I'm very intuitive in that area. So I continue to
have meaningful discussion with Tom about the product
cycle when he reaches out toward me and wriggles a hand
into the cup of my bra. He cups my breast and pulls it
out over my bra. But just one. He leaves the other
safely nestled in my bra cup.
Again, I have no idea if he is waiting for me to pull
out the other one, so I again do nothing. My breasts
are pretty good size, just barely a D cup, though they
hang a little lower since I turned forty, but I don't
think that bothers Tom. He bounces and pinches the
nipple of freed breast as I continue to work with him.
Tom then takes his hand from my nipple and moves it up
in front of my mouth. I hesitate, look down at it, and
look him in the eye. I then give a little (reluctant)
smile, stop our conversation and open my mouth. Tom
slips two fingers into my mouth and explores as I
gently apply suction. He moves his fingers around my
tongue and asks me if I can draw the next part on the
board for him. I continue to suck his fingers as I draw
out the next piece of the network diagram.
After a while he takes his other hand and moves it down
to my pants and slides his hand into the waistband of
my jeans. He slips his fingers into the front of my
panties. I can feel his fingers moving down through my
bush to my pussy lips. I can feel him slowly attempt to
slip a finger into my pussy. I'm not at all wet though
and when Tom realizes this he pulls his fingers back.
Tom and I have been office mates for a long time and
surprisingly, nothing like this has happened before. I
think that part of the tension that I'm feeling right
now is because we've known each other for so long and
he's never touched me. I mean, I don't mind that he's
doing it, I rarely get through a day without being
groped or molested in some way by some random guy. Tom
pulls his hand out of my pants. I can't help but have a
bit of a nervous smile on my face as if I'm
disappointing him because I know him so well. He just
winks at me before walking out of my cubical. I hear
him over the wall asking Vicky if He can see her for a
moment. I have a bad feeling about what he may be up
to.
He comes back around the corner with Vicky. She sees
the diagram that I've been drawing on the board and
seems to be studying it. Tom raises Vicky's hands above
her head and pulls her flowery blouse off. He then
unbuttons a couple buttons on her skirt and lets it
fall to the floor. Vicky seems oblivious to this as she
continues to study my drawing. I can't help but look
over Vicky as she stands in my cubicle in just her bra
and panties, and these strange gold, east Indian
looking flats that she likes so much.
I guess I should describe Vicky. She is very short and
thin. Like, not 5 feet tall and definitely not 100
pounds. She has shoulder length mousey hair and she
generally looks like she's been dried in the sun to
long. Basically, she's not terribly attractive, with a
personality to match.
Tom positions her in front of my desk and has her hop
up. He pulls the crotch of her panties to the side and
inserts a finger and his eyes open wide. He looks over
at me with a wry smile as he inserts his thumb into
Vicky with his finger. He moves his hand around as if
he's digging for something. Vicky winces a bit, and
spreads her knees further apart to open herself up for
Tom. Finally, Tom pulls out his fingers and a small
vibrating egg. He holds it up and looks at Vicky. She
smiles and says that she had to take a taxi into work
this morning and she shared a ride with her neighbor's
teenage son. She says that she needs to remember to get
the egg back to him tonight. She then quickly changes
the subject to the financial data on the board.
Tom quickly turns off the egg and holds it in front of
Vicky's mouth. She stops talking and opens her mouth.
She sticks out her tongue and begins to lick her juices
off the egg. He then reaches down and takes my hand. He
moves it to Vicky's pussy and presses it against her.
I've never seen Vicky in this way, and honestly have
never really wanted to, but since she's here and
apparently available to me, I take the opportunity to
slide a finger into her pussy. She's extremely wet from
having the vibrating egg in her. I slide two more
fingers into her and start to work her clit with my
thumb.
Her breathing quickens as Tom pulls the egg away from
her mouth. She again starts to ask about the info on
the board. Tom takes my other hand and moves it to her
mouth. She again stops talking and opens to accept my
finger. I've honestly never quite understood the whole
male thing of liking to have your finger sucked.
Although having control over Vicky and being able to
quiet her like this kind of appeals to me. I find
myself kind of turned on by the submissiveness
emanating from Vicky as she sucks on my finger.
Now that Tom has given me a little something more my
taste to play with, he gets back to me. He unbuttons
the top button of my jeans and again slides his hand
into my panties. I suddenly feel a shock run through my
body as I feel the vibrating egg being held tightly
against my clit.
Again, being a lesbian I'd rather not be touched by a
boy, but the combination of the egg and the rush of
having Vicky (who I frankly don't like very much) being
made to submit to me, it doesn't take long before I can
feel the moisture start to creep in. Tom then asks if I
can get back to explaining the cost flow. I turn my
body slightly so that I am facing the board. This
positions Tom directly behind me. He has one hand down
my panties slow boiling my pussy with the vibrating egg
while his other hand reaches around to squeeze and
bounce my breast. I can also feel his cock through our
jeans nestled between my ass cheeks and starting grow.
I get back to the point in the flow where I left off as
I continue working over Vicky.
I can tell that she'd been left on the edge of orgasm
by the egg and while she desperately wants to get
involved in the conversation, her mouth is busy with my
fingers. After a little while I remove my fingers from
her pussy and move them up to her mouth. She obediently
opens her mouth and allows me to switch the fingers
that were in her mouth for the ones that were in her
pussy. I then move the fingers that were in her mouth
to her pussy. I continue to go over the cost model with
Tom, while my breathing gets more and more labored. My
mind races at the thought of dominating Vicky while
submitting to Tom.
I've never felt this kind of feeling of being in
control while being controlled before. Tom then snakes
a finger around the egg and slips it into my pussy.
There is no denying that I am wet now. I respect Tom
for thinking enough of me to not just slam his fingers
into my dry pussy and work me over. Probably the
hardest thing about being a lesbian today is the
attention from men who don't care if you're ready or
not for their advances.
It's been pointed out to me by a number of my
girlfriends that it's our responsibility to ready
ourselves for them on a moment's notice. This is why we
should have some personal lubricant ready at all times.
I can't argue with that since it's obviously true, but
it would be nice to be given the opportunity to lube up
before having a thumb jammed up my ass at the bus stop
in the morning.
I can feel that Vicky is getting close to orgasm as I
work her clit over. She's starting to grunt a bit
around the three fingers I have jammed into her mouth.
I also notice that she keeps glancing up at the clock
on my wall. I take my fingers out of her mouth and she
tells me that she's running late for a meeting and
really should go. I, myself feel like I'm closing in on
an orgasm when Tom unceremoniously pulls the egg out of
my panties and presses it hard against Debbie's clit.
This sends her screaming over the edge and she doubles
over and howls as her body is racked with orgasm.
Her body trembles as Tom holds the egg against her. I
pull my fingers out of her and Tom pushes the vibrating
egg back into her. Tom helps her down from the desk and
almost falls to the floor as her knees buckle. Tom
gathers up her clothes and hands them to her and slaps
her on the ass as she walks out of my cubicle with the
vibrating egg still sending shock waves through her
body. She stumbles a bit as she carries her clothes out
with her as she leaves the office in just her bra and
panties.
Meanwhile, I've started to calm down from being so
close to orgasm. Tom looks back at the drawing on the
board and asks a question. I sit back on my desk with
my shirt off and my breast hanging out of my bra and my
jeans unbuttoned, still a little tweaked from the
working over my clit has gotten and explain to Tom how
the elements in question work together. We discuss it
for about 15 minutes during which time I start to feel
awkward with my state of dress. I reach up and gently
fit my large breast back into my bra. Tom reaches over
with both hands bounces my breasts in my bra. They
shake like jello and he smiles.
I smile back at him and ask if he has any other
questions. He replies by reaching behind me and
unclasping my bra. He pulls it off me, drapes it over
my cubicle wall and squeezes my tits. He moves his
mouth to one of my breasts and sucks and bites my
nipple. He squeezes and fondles the other breast while
he does this. He does this for what seems like a very
long time. He then stops, unzips his jeans and pulls
his cock out. He slowly starts to rub it. I can see it
growing and the veins start to show.
He takes one of my hands in his and moves it to his
cock. I take it and mimic the slow tugging motion that
I saw him doing. He then grabs my nipples with two
fingers and pulls down. I follow my breasts until I'm
kneeling on the ground. He moves my hand, which is
still pumping his cock in front of my mouth. He smiles
down at me and says, 'If you don't mind...'
I'm obviously not thrilled, but I smile up at him
before I open my mouth and take in his hard cock. I
slowly suck him. He places his hands on the back of my
head and gently pulls my head down on his cock. He does
this to set the pace, basically fucking my mouth, not
roughly mind you, but definitely with intent. He
reaches one hand down and squeezes one of my breasts. I
continue to suck as Tom fucks my face.
Suddenly the door to our shared office space opens and
Susan walks into my cubical. She looks down at me and
says she's in the building for a meeting, but needs to
talk to me quickly. She smiles at Tom and apologizes.
Susan is our boss, so what she says goes. I look up at
Tom with his dick still stuffed into my mouth. He just
shrugs because I can tell he's very close to cumming. I
back my head off his prick and apologize to him. I then
tell Susan that I'm available to talk to her. My hand
continues to slowly pump Tom's cock as Susan starts to
ask me about a contract. I look up at Tom and can tell
that a handjob is not really what he wants.
Again, this is where I'm at a disadvantage being a
lesbian. Would a straight girl offer more that a hand
job when her mouth is suddenly unavailable? I don't
know. I guess it only seems fair to replace one soft,
warm, wet hole for another. Since I have to deny him my
mouth, I decide to do what I think a straight girl
would do. I continue to discuss the contract with
Susan, but I take my hand off Tom's cock. I smile and
wink at him as I get to my feet. I reach down and
finish unbuttoning my pants.
I pull my jeans and panties down to the floor and lean
forward to put my hands on my desk. I step out of my
pants and move my feet apart. I move a hand to my mouth
and ask Susan to excuse me for a moment. I put three
fingers into my mouth and get them good and wet. I then
reach back and work them into my pussy. I get it as wet
as I can. Susan, seeing what I'm doing, reaches into
her suit jacket pocket and pulls out a small tube of
lubricant, which she offers me. I thank her and apply a
generous amount to my pussy. I hand the tube back to
her. I look back at Tom, who now seems to be eyeing
Susan. I smile at him and ask if this is ok. He smiles
and nods as he moves in behind me.
I get back to my conversation with Susan as I feel Tom
slowly start to work his cock into my pussy. He then
starts a slow rhythm which causes my conversation to
jump from time to time. As he starts to pick up the
pace, he starts to pull my hips back into him. I know
I'm not going to orgasm from this, but I have to admit
that it doesn't entirely feel bad either. Suddenly, Tom
removes one of his hands from my hip and reaches it out
toward Susan. He can't quite reach her, so she takes a
step closer.
He continues to pound away at my pussy while he tries
to unbutton Susan's blouse with one hand. She takes the
hint and moves a hand up to finish unbuttoning her
blouse for him. She lets it fall open to reveal her
breasts held in a lacy white bra. Tom must have a bra
fetish, because his cock really jumped when Susan
revealed herself to him. He then reaches down and
sticks his fingers into the waistband of her pants. He
pulls her toward him and pushes a hand down the front
of her pants. Susan and I continue to discuss the
contract as Tom fingers her and fucks my pussy.
I can tell that Tom is really working her over as she
puts a hand on my cubical wall to steady herself and
moves her feet wider apart. He must be trying to get
his whole hand in her or something, because she winces
and stutters a bit as she bends at the waist and arches
her back a little. As Susan bends down her breasts fall
within an inch or so of my face. I instinctively reach
up into her bra and give one of her nipples a tug.
Susan's eyes widen and she shoots me a look. I pull my
hand back down and try to act like nothing happened.
Suddenly Tom reaches his free hand up to the back of my
head and grabs a hand full of hair. He pulls back as he
thrusts himself forward into me a few times. He grunts
and shoots jet after jet of his goo up into me. He must
have really pinched Susan's clit when he came, because
she let out a squeal and just about fell to her knees.
When Tom finishes cumming in me, he kind of deflates
and lowers his chest onto my back. He reaches around
and takes one of my hanging breasts into his hand and
rolls it around in his hand. As he's doing this I'm
telling Susan, in a breathy voice, the final details of
the contract. Tom pulls his hand out of Susan's pants
and looks up at her as he licks one of his fingers. He
then offers a finger to me for a taste. I open my mouth
and accept his finger.
I lick and suck Susan's juices from it. He then pulls
it out of me and moves it down to my pussy. He wraps it
around the root of his cock, which is still buried deep
in me and slowly pulls out, collecting our combined
juices on his fingers. He moves his fingers deep into
my pussy and pulls out a great load of goop. He moves
around me to Susan, who is buttoning up her blouse. He
takes a finger and outlines each of her nipples through
her sheer white blouse with his sperm. He then offers
the remaining stuff to her mouth.
She smiles at him and opens her mouth, sticking her
tongue out to lick the sperm from his fingers. When his
fingers are clean, she backs her head off them and says
that she has to run to her meeting now. She puts a hand
on Tom's cheek and with a smile move in to give him a
little kiss. She thanks him and then thanks me for the
contract info before turning to leave.
I take note of Susan's reaction to Tom and stand up
straight. When I do this, more of his spooge flows out
of me and starts to run down my leg. I force a smile
for him as I reach down and scoop the sperm up with my
fingers and move them up to my mouth. I lick all of his
juices off and even go back down for more. He reaches
down and picks up my panties and uses them to clean his
cock with. He wads them up and offers them to my mouth.
I smile and thank him as I open my mouth for him to
stuff my filthy panties in. He sits down in my chair as
I reach for my pants. I pull my pants on and look
around my office for my bra and shirt. Strangely, I
don't see them.
Tom sees me looking around and clues in that I'm
looking for my remaining clothes. He looks up on the
cubicle wall where he put my bra and a smile crosses
his face. 'Susan must have taken it. Did she take your
shirt too?' I snicker and say 'I think she did. I
snicker and nod. I pull the panties out of my mouth and
say that I don't think she appreciated me pinching her
nipple. Oh well, I guess I'm working topless the rest
of the day.'
Tom laughs and stands up to leave. I reach out and
clumsily put my hand on the front of his pants, slowly
rubbing his cock (It feels forced and un-natural). I
tell him I hope I answered all his questions about the
cost model, and if he needs anything else to let me
know. He just says 'will do' as he reaches out, picks
up my panties and puts them back into my mouth. He then
turns and leaves my cubicle.
I sit down in my chair and pull up to my desk to get
back to work. I notice that with no bra on, my breasts
hang down such that they actually sit on my desk. I
laugh to myself that desk support is better than no
support. I grin and think to myself, what would a
straight girl do here?
To be continued?
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