From a Stroke to a Threesome
From a hand-job to a threesome
As every morning, arriving at the office around seven, I log on to a pink Minitel. Very quickly I'm chatting with a couple so filthy that I'm hard enough to burst out of my briefs. To be more comfortable I open my trousers and take out my cock. Suddenly I feel a presence behind me. It's Jean, a colleague and friend who usually arrives much later. He leans towards the screen, reads the woman's smutty message, and lets out a whistle of admiration when he discovers my pole.
He is generally rather reserved at the office, so I can hardly believe it when I see him bring a hand to his fly to offer me his rock-hard cock. I drop to my knees and swallow it. Within thirty seconds my mouth is full of cum and he is still spurting on my face. Even my shirt and tie are paying the price of his generosity. He contemplates his handiwork, then in turn kneels down. He has a terrible time taking me into his mouth, but ends up sucking me all the way to the hilt.
We pay no attention to the time, and that is when Mademoiselle Nadia — a cantankerous old maid who is retiring in three months — bursts into the office. At the sight, her handbag and umbrella drop from her hands. "You disgusting creatures!" she screams. She grabs a desk pad and uses it to hit me. But this fury, discovering the size of my cock, lets out an incredulous "oh."
Stunned, I watch her set the pad down on the floor and kneel on it. With a firm hand, she pushes my colleague away and seizes my member. She sucks badly and I feel her teeth. Jean wastes no time. She may resist, but he peels off her suit jacket and her blouse. The hooks of her bra snap, the straps slide down, and her big heavy breasts fall onto her belly. She lets go of my sex with regret when he forces her back to her feet. In one quick gesture he hikes up her skirt and pulls off her tights and her panties. Mademoiselle Nadia begs us to stop, confessing she has lost her head. Jean answers that she's going to find our cocks instead.
Her sex is sparsely covered with grey hair. It is the first time I find myself with a woman of that age. Despite her "tired" body, I find her beautiful. My colleague, clearly less sentimental than I am, sits her down on the edge of the desk. She resists weakly, and soon he is tasting her before fucking her. I get to her level so she can start sucking me again. In truth I want her so much that I quickly ask Jean to let me take his place. He replaces me between Mademoiselle Nadia's lips while I take her without restraint. My big cock makes her come "for the first time in her life," she will later confess. I tell myself that at her age she is in no danger of falling pregnant, and I empty myself entirely inside her.
The spectacle of the fuck
This scene repeated itself nearly every morning until her retirement, three months later. For the occasion, management organizes a small party. Our Mademoiselle Nadia overdoes the champagne and by 9 p.m. she is completely drunk. She is staggering and saying utterly incoherent things. I begin to fear she will reveal our antics to everyone. So I suggest to the gathering — which is somewhat embarrassed by her behaviour — that I drive her home. My colleague helps me carry her to my car, and off we go.
On the way, we drive alongside a park well known to Bordeaux's swingers. A wild idea crosses my mind. I turn into the undergrowth and stop the car. My colleague has understood. Swingers are always trailed by a cloud of voyeurs, and to them we are going to offer up our former colleague. The poor thing is so drunk she lets herself be stripped naked without protest. She switches from sobs to bursts of laughter without transition. We place her in front of the car's bonnet and climb back into our seats.
Within seconds, the voyeurs flock in. Mademoiselle Nadia is lit up by my headlights. About ten men come up to her. Then their hands take hold of her big breasts, her buttocks, her slit. One of them kisses her. Soon flies open and out come fine, stiff cocks. Nadia drops to her knees and seizes the big ones, sucking them all at once. In the car, my colleague has pulled out my prick and is jerking me off while watching the show. The first two men come almost at the same moment, one in her mouth, the other on her breasts. They give way to two others who pull her back to her feet. She sucks one while the other takes her from behind. In the headlights, I stare at her face, awash with cum. I almost want to be in her place.
Suddenly a cry pulls me from my fantasies. "No! Not in the arse!" Mademoiselle Nadia shouts. Throughout those three months, she had always refused us her arse — and tonight it is the first comer who is taking her there! Long strands of cum tremble at the tips of her great breasts as they sway. I truly can't take any more. I have to have her.
I burst out of the car, drop my trousers, and replace the man who has just unloaded onto her buttocks. I don't even need a single thrust. The tip of my glans is barely inside her when I spurt. While I do, my colleague treats our friend to an outlandish shower he alone knows how to give.
Mademoiselle Nadia was so drunk that all of it did not even bring her back to her senses. She "got dressed" again without even bothering to wipe off the cum that was caking her. She must surely miss office life by now!