An Office Panty Raid

"Krissy? Krissy. Have you been in the safe this week? I had like 300 quid in old notes I was going to take to the bank today."

"No, Mister Stevens. I've not been anywhere near the safe all week."

Trevor Stevens, manager of the small but lucrative landscape gardening business, looked intently at his dark-haired secretary who was busy typing up letters. At the age of twenty-two, Krissy wore spectacles but was attractive nevertheless, with a slim figure and pert B-cup tits. She always wore high-heeled shoes to give her elegant form an extra lift. Trevor knew she received plenty of attention from the men in his employ, and her toned legs even made him wish he could dive between her thighs and give her one. The skirts she wore were always way above her knees, and whether she meant it or not, the willowy minx always seemed to push her tight bum out when he was in her office.

"Have you asked Coleen?" she asked, avoiding eye contact with her boss.

"No. She's off sick this week. Only you or I have the combination, and I haven't touched the cash since I put it there."

Coleen was his other organiser, but she had tested positive for Covid and had not attended work all that week.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Krissy? Anything at all?"

"No."

"I'll ask you one more time. Remember, only you or I know the combination."

Krissy adjusted her glasses and gulped. Her boss, older than her by ten years, leaned over her desk and shut the lid of her notebook.

"I didn't take the money, okay."

Stevens tried to be stern as he looked down at the beauty who had the top two buttons of her purple blouse undone, providing him with a good shot of her cleavage.

"Empty your handbag."

"What? No!"

"Alright then, I'll do it."

He grabbed her black bag and tipped the contents over her desk. He rifled through her makeup, keys, and the like, then huffed in frustration. Then, he pulled out all the desk drawers and spilt the papers and pens onto the carpet.

"It was there yesterday evening, so you must have the cash on you."

"Please, Mister Stevens. I didn't take the money, okay!"

Her bespectacled eyes burned into his, and he saw red.

"Come here. If it isn't in your bag, you must have it on your person."

"Mister Stevens. Fuck you!"

Krissy stood up and came nose to nose with the infuriated man. Trevor could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, and his dick twitched in his pants. The alluring crevice between her heaving breasts from the half-undone blouse made his pulse race.

"Fuck me? Fuck you!"

There was an awkward silence, and then he grabbed the front of her top and tore it in two. Buttons flew, and her shirt's torn remnants slid off her arms.

"Bastard! That cost me thirty pounds."

The fuming manager felt the blood rushing to his groin. Her bare tits had hard points as she stood before him with her hands on her hips and her chin tilted up. Krissy yelped when his surprisingly firm grip pinned her to her seat. He widened her thighs and saw that just as she went braless, so she forewent the wearing of panties.

"Proper little mare, aren't you? What lies within these pink walls, hmm?"

"You can't, can't touch me there!"

"Viola! A little tampon? Or maybe this is a snug safe deposit box?"

Trevor gently pulled out a rolled-up condom, which hid the loot.

"What do you know? The bank is open!"

Krissy looked crestfallen as her defiant manner was deflated. At the turn of a sixpence, she now felt vulnerable in the presence of the older man.

"Mister Stevens! I'm sorry, but I'm three weeks behind on the rent. I needed cash and quick."

Stevens stepped back and lowered his stare to her half-nakedness with her legs parted and her short skirt hiked up to her waist. His gaze went from her perky tits to her bald snatch. As ruffled as she was, she looked pretty amazing. Her long brown hair was dishevelled, and her mouth gaped. Despite her bookish nature and glasses, Krissy was surprisingly athletic-looking. Nicely toned, with a stomach that was lightly defined and slightly concave. Her mound was shaven and smooth, and her inner lips peeked out. Likewise, Krissy touched her glasses to peer unashamedly at the distinctive bulge his trousers failed to conceal.

"Needless to say, you're fired. Fuck off!"

"Mister Stevens! I need this job; otherwise, I'll be kicked out of the flat. I shouldn't have taken the money; I know that now, but I was three weeks behind. Please? I'll do anything."

"Anything?" said the divorced father of two.

Krissy stifled a sob and reached out to his lower body.

"How about a blow job? Hmm?"

"Are you serious?"

"It's just a blowjob. Nobody would ever know. And you do have to consider the consequences if you refuse."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation."

"Come on. How many guys have you gotten on your knees for?"

"That's none of your business."

"One more cock won't make a difference. Come on."

"Just a blow job? And then we're even? Okay."

Her right hand unzipped his fly, and she pulled out Trevor's hard shaft. She then wrapped her slender hand around the base as she moved his shaft from left to right.

"Mister Stevens. You have a nice cock. Here."

The brunette vixen opened her mouth and sucked the flared head inside. Trevor let out a low growl and closed his eyes.

Krissy's head moved back and forth as she rapidly sucked on him with exaggerated slobbering noises. His knob became splattered with spit bubbles as she licked and sucked on his length. He rocked on the balls of his feet as she looked up at him with her head cocked to one side.

"Is that nice, Mister Stevens?"

"Ugh," he grunted as he wound her lustrous hair in one fist.

It was a huge turn-on as the girl strummed his shaft and suckled his knob. He held the back of her head and thrust his hips forward at her. Her lips clamped hard around his cock head as she tickled the underside of his scrotum. Lewd sounds escaped her lips as she dribbled and drooled down to his balls. The office was filled with his manly grunts and Krissy's muffled moans. Just when Trevor thought he couldn't hold off anymore, he dragged her to her feet and gripped her elbows.

"Mister Stevens, I'm not done yet."

"I need you fuck you, Krissy."

"For a crummy 300 quid?"

"No, your position. Speaking of which."

Trevor spun her around and made her bend over her desk. He wanked his dick as he contemplated the erotic sight of her firm buttocks wagging from side to side with her nether holes winking at him. He reached under her, and when his fingertips came into contact with her wetness, a thrill raced through him.

"Taste how wet your cunt is, you thieving slut. Don't try to tell me you don't want it, you're fucking dripping down there"

Krissy mewled as his sticky fingers caressed her resisting lips. It was true, she wanted it, and her spasmed and twitched as he guided his bell end to the moist opening of her pussy and heaved in. Her quim seemed to suck him in automatically, and he smoothed out her cheeks with his palms. He followed through, and his balls met her cheeky behind. Trevor narrowed his eyes in bliss as he withdrew halfway before digging his fingers into her hips and driving in again to the hilt. After nine months of her cock teasing, he finally had her where he wanted. Savouring the moment, the horny boss kept his cock buried inside Krissy's young pussy and enjoyed her quivering vulva.

"Uh, why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can."

Trevor got into a rhythm and lifted his shirt so that he could get a better view of his rampant boner sliding in and out of the naughty girl.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, mmm, huh!"

"Krissy! You're so fucking wet! Your pussy is dripping onto the desk."

The red-blooded brunette couldn't help it. She was horny 24/7, and this was just what she craved nearly all of the time. Stevens felt nice inside of her as she pumped her with grinding motions. She could even hear how wet she was as his cock banged into her and made pussy bubbles.

"I always suspected you were a fucking bitch, and I was right!"

"Fuck you!"

"Oh, I am!"

He let her have it by bringing the open palm of his hand across her jiggling backside.

"Fucking bastard!"

"You can call me anything you want. I don't care too much."

He smacked her reddening cheeks with relish.

"Come on. Enough is enough. Cum already."

"No, this pussy is mine. Now stand up."

She turned to face him, and he held her by the elbows with his shiny dick bobbing between them.

"Tell me you're a dirty slut."

"Okay, I'm a dirty slut. Happy!"

"Lean back against the desk, dirty slut."

Krissy did so with her glasses slightly askew. Trevor fisted his cock as he studied her naked form. As she sat at an angle, her breasts sat proudly on her chest. Even laid flat, they resisted the pull of gravity, and her erect nipples pointed right at him. He closed the gap between them, and he closed both hands over her tits. Her skin was hot, and the pliant flesh of her boobs felt fantastic. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and he fucked air as he made involuntary pelvic thrusts. Krissy gasped softly as her boss sucked on her left nub and left wet circles on her flesh.

"Come on then. Show me what you got, MISTER Stevens."

Trevor hissed at her and bent the young girl's legs backwards so that her knees came level with the desk. His cock throbbed painfully, and he pushed in and let her cunt suck him in. What a fantastic pussy! With every stroke, he felt her walls tighten around him, making him groan in pleasure. The desk scraped as Krissy was at the mercy of his ministrations. Stevens was delighted that she had stolen the cash so that he could have the giddy pleasure of fucking the shit out of her. He stared down at her, loving how her tits bounced in time with his hard thrusting.

"What a fucking slut you are. I'm slipping into your sloppy cunt up to my balls!"

Krissy bucked and thrashed on top of the desk and beat it with her fists. She yelped when she was dragged a couple of inches toward him so that her bum left the surface of the desk and hung in mid-air. The crazed boss hooked her legs in the crooks of his elbows and made huge lunges up into Krissy.

"Crikey! I've never been so deep inside a woman as this!"

"Are...are...are you happy now?"

"Yes. And I think you are too."

"Hmm!" she mumbled as she agreed with the bastard.

"Suck me some more."

Stevens pulled her up and put his hand on top of her head, and crammed her mouth full of cock. This time, his slick rod slid down her throat more easily, and steadily she deepthroated to his cock as he forced it in further. Krissy squeezed his buttocks as she gurgled on his length, making sure to breathe between thrusts. Her arousal had constantly been increasing, and her pussy ached for the need for more sex. She abruptly stopped sucking and stood up.

"I'll show you how to fuck."

Stevens received a hand in the chest and, unbalanced as he was, he collapsed in the seat. With his erection sticking straight up, he allowed the sauce box to straddle him cowgirl style. Krissy shifted on his thighs and wrapped her hand around his shaft. A small moan slipped from his lips as she rocked gently with his prick poking between the perfectly rounded cheeks of her bottom. Then she lifted in a subtle move over his throbbing dick, and his knob met her opening. Through her spectacles, Krissy looked at Him and pushed down hard. Again, the quivering and clenching walls of her pussy made him groan loudly.

"That's one tight little cunt you've got."

Stevens held onto her waist as her peachy little bum ground into his groin. He was fully embedded inside his cheating secretary as she banged into him in quick succession. Her cheeks made loud slapping noises as she smashed into him, and Stevens held her supple thighs as she consumed him with a passion. He regretted not making a pass at her before now, but she was making up for lost time in a big way.

"Mister Stevens...do you like...this? Am I...for...forgiven?"

"Only if you swallow."

"'Kay."

Krissy straightened her glasses and knelt at his feet. Stevens watched with wide eyes as the wet warmth of her mouth surrounded his raging erection. Her agile tongue stroked his bell end, her spit ran down his vertical column, and she held it in her right fist. Her head dipped, and his balls bounced against her chin as he buried his cock down her throat.

"HO!"

Stevens ejaculated, and five thick streamers shot straight down her throat. Krissy pulled back and let his cum spill out of her mouth. It was quite the sight to see her poke her tongue out to show his semen coating it. When he stopped convulsing, he watched as the secretary slipped her skirt and blouse on.

"This has been a real eye-opener, Krissy. I sympathise with your dilemma in paying the rent, and I think you've deserved a raise."

"Thank you, Mister Stevens."

"Now, answer this question. Do you own any fishnet stockings?"

x

After two weeks of their new understanding, the boss and the secretary fooled around when they could. Stevens made just the one error when he forgot about the lunch date he had made with his boorish wife, Monica. Although she fucked like there was no tomorrow, his older spouse had a mouth on her that grated terribly. He had married her to get a foot in her father's business, and when he retired, he had stepped up. It was almost noon when Monica burst into the office with five bags of goods and yapping on her mobile phone.

"Well, that's the last time I go shopping with Deidre. She had me running here and there, and my feet haven't touched the ground. I should have worn flats, but I wanted to look chic in heels when we went to that new Italian place that just opened. I was famished. I could have eaten a horse, but I skipped breakfast to give myself an appetite. Oh, and guess who I ran into when I parked the car? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you, it was...WHAT THE FUCK!"

Stevens looked up from his seat and spread his hands. Krissy emerged from beneath his desk with her mouth dribbling and her unfettered tits jiggling.

"Hello, gorgeous. I thought we said lunch at one?" The sheepish fellow tucked his semi-hard dick in his pants and smiled wanly. "This is Krissy, my new secretary. She's just learning the ropes."

"Angie? I'll call you back."

Monica dropped her bags and put her hands on her hips. Krissy adjusted her top as she took in the forty-year-old vixen. In her scarlet dress with the low neckline, her huge tits bulged out ominously. The blonde had a slim waist, a swelling curve of hips, and a plump backside. Daggers flew from her eyes as she tapped her left heel repeatedly.

"So I see. How many of these bimbos is it now, Trevor? You've had Coleen, Mandy, and that trollop Susan."

"I'm not a bimbo," protested Krissy with a pout.

"If I say you're a bimbo, you are. Bimbo!"

Krissy visibly shrank as she and Stevens watched the woman slide her bottom onto his desk. She brazenly hiked up the hem of her dress and opened her legs wide so that the other two saw that she was bereft of knickers.

"Like for like. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you shove your face into my cunt and lick me out."

Krissy looked on with a gaping mouth. Were these two fucking warped?

"Fuck you!"

"Correct. Fuck me! Do t!"

Krissy demurred and then thought fuck it. She'd been used by Stevens, so why not her? She adjusted her spectacles, went down on her haunches, and held the woman's legs out as she went for it.

"Yes, dearie. I know all about my husband's infidelity and his 'playtimes' at work. How he gets you to fall in line beats me. But I get to play too. Oh, umm. Get in there! Use that tongue. Kiss it with your hot lips. Ah, lick that cunt. Go on. Good, I like that, keep it up. Umm, oh!"

Stevens grimaced. The woman was a motormouth who never stopped yakking. Still, he liked what he saw, and he got his stiffening cock out again.

"Look, precious. Your girl is pretty good at licking cunt. Did you know? Very good, I might add. Her tongue is hitting spots you never reach. You like that nice wet pussy? Tell me how much more you love my big-lipped muff, bimbo."

Krissy huffed and stayed quiet. Even if she wanted to reply, her head was trapped between Monica's meaty thighs.

"No? What, pussy got your tongue? Quite right. Never speak with your mouth full."

Krissy lapped Monica's slit rapidly, and the woman's juices bathed her chin.

"Good girl. Lovely motion. Fuck, I'm really getting turned on. Slurp it down. Drink that honey."

Monica popped her jugs out, and the generous flesh of her bosom spilt free.

"Come on, Steven. Take your clothes off. I want to see how hard your cock is."

Thoroughly up for it, Steven obeyed his overbearing spouse and got naked. Monica was not a jealous woman. She had always found her husband sexually attractive, and despite his infidelity, she had no intentions of getting divorced. The business was flourishing, and the money was good. He was a terrible liar, and she always got his secrets out. This one, though, was new to her.

"I want to see you fuck her now."

Stevens was too far gone to refuse. His wife was a real diva-bitch. Selfish, rude, arrogant, loud, but she had a bumper body. When he cheated, he always went for slim girls as a contrast to Monica. He gently stroked his throbbing cock and nodded to Krissy. The young girl slipped out of her mini skirt and let out a sigh. He sat in his chair, and Krissy mounted him reverse cowgirl. She took his cock and lowered herself onto his length.

The voluptuous Monica watched intently as she, too, stripped. Her naked body was impossibly curvaceous. Her tits, thighs, and buttocks quivered as she focused on her cheating husband's cock vanishing inside the slender secretary's waiting twat. Krissy was on autopilot as she rode the stiff prick with a steady grind. She gawped when the older woman got down in front of her and used her flattened tongue to lick his dangling balls. Monica's fair hair cascaded down her back as she bobbed on her knees. Her eyes were wide as she looked upon Trevor's throbbing length disappear as he was impaled by the bespectacled bimbo.

"Let me have some of this."

Krissy moved away and watched in numb disbelief as Monica took her place. Her hips and cheeks plopped onto his lap as she stuffed herself with cock. The busty blonde moaned delightedly as she held onto the edge of the desk. Stevens grabbed her bouncing boobs as his prick slurped in and out of his wife's pussy.

"You, get down and kiss my clit."

Krissy fingered her glasses and went for it, diving in to swipe at the woman's cunt as she shuffled to and fro.

"Fuck! You dirty mare! What ARE you doing to me! Don't stop!"

Stevens slipped out, and Krissy took up the loose ball, so to speak and began to hungrily suck her husband's cock. Monica looked on, impressed as the brunette directed her red lips onto his glistening knob. Monica stood up on her heels and bent over the desk. He lined himself up and mounted his other half from behind.

"That's it, darling, give it to me."

Stevens found his rhythm instantly and pounded the bitch with rapid strokes. Her facial expression was one of immense pleasure as she took all of him.

"Oooh, soooo good. Fuck me!"

Stevens grinned and gripped Monica's hips and banged away at her sopping pussy with deep, relentless strokes. She became that wanton slut he knew so well.

"Get up on the desk, you."

Krissy frowned but managed to sit on the surface of the desk with her minge just in the right position for Monica to lick as she was screwed. The vixen buried her head in Krissy's slick muff and pushed her tongue as deep as she could get. Krissy hissed and held the back of Monica's head and pushed her down hard. Monica's mouth clamped to Krissy's quim and made audible buzzing noises as her body was shunted back and forth by her husband's eager thrusts.