Office Perks (19 page)

Slowly, very slowly, Niall's cock began to respond to Sophie's caresses, first stirring, then stiffening and lengthening. When his helmet had began to push out from his foreskin she took him in hand, wanking gently as he lay back with his eyes closed in easy bliss. My own need began to rise faster. When she reached one lazy hand up to stroke the outline of my breasts I didn't stop her, contenting myself with speaking gently to Niall.

‘Niall, open your eyes, watch.'

His eyes came open, sleepy pleasure changing abruptly to a hungry stare as he saw what Bobbie was doing. When he spoke his voice was hoarse and commanding.

‘Do it bare, show me.'

I hesitated but Bobbie didn't. Shifting her body a little, she tweaked the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pulled the front down, baring both my breasts, straight into her hands. Niall's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, his cock now hard in Sophie's grip. My nipples were stiff, and grew stiffer still as Bobbie began to run her fingers over them, until both were aching with need.

Sophie bent down to take Niall in her mouth, sucking on his now straining erection as he watched Bobbie play with my breasts. From the look on his face he was in hog heaven, getting a three-way girlie show that most men would give their eye teeth for. Her fingers found his balls, tickling underneath and his body grew tense.
Bobbie's mouth closed on me, sucking one aching nipple, a sensation too nice to let me pull away.

Taking Niall in her hand once more, Sophie climbed onto him, swinging her leg across his lap and tugging her skirt high. I could see every detail, her cheeky bottom spread to show her pussy and her bottom hole, Niall's cock taut and ready, the helmet glossy with pressure. She began to rub him on herself, moving him in to the moist crease of her sex, dipping the head into her, and back, right on her clit.

He could barely take it, his teeth gritted in pained ecstasy, his fingers locked onto the arms of the chair as she used his dick to masturbate. Bobbie had my breasts in her hands, sucking urgently at my nipples, and I couldn't help myself, pushing my chest out into her face. One hand went lower, burrowing between my thighs and I just gave in, opening up to her fingers, even as Niall's patience finally snapped. He grabbed Sophie's bottom and drew her firmly down onto him, fucking her as Bobbie began to masturbate.

Niall was staring, his eyes locked to mine as he bounced Sophie on his erection. She was rubbing herself, gasping and snatching at her pussy as her body slid up and down. I was lost to pleasure, my breasts tight and sensitive to Bobbie's kisses and little nips of her teeth, my pussy already twitching under her fingers as she rubbed me off.

Sophie came, bouncing crazily on Niall's cock with her hands clutching at her pussy and breasts, the long, taut shaft working inside her. It was too much, too rude, too horny, to watch them fuck at such close quarter. She was still gasping and shaking as my own orgasm hit me, and I was clutching Bobbie's head to my chest and pressing her hand to my pussy as my whole body shook and shivered in blinding ecstasy.

Bobbie didn't stop, and I was just too drunk and too high to protest as she got down between my thighs. My body was still trembling in the dying moments of my climax as she began to lick me, and I simply closed my eyes and let her get on with it. Only when she gave a sudden gasp and I felt her head pushed into my body did I look again to find Niall behind her, holding her hips with her slacks and knickers pulled down at the back, his cock deep inside her.

I could feel the shocks running through her body as he began to pump in to her. Her licking grew clumsy, and more urgent still, so hard I was biting my lip, my pussy agonisingly sensitive under her tongue. When my climax hit me it came from nowhere, my body going into sudden spasm, completely out of control, shivering and twitching in ecstasy, out of my head with pleasure.

It only stopped when she did, moving forward to cuddle into me, her body between my open thighs, her head on my chest. Niall has slipped out, and shuffled forward to fill her once again, gasping as he fucked her with his teeth set hard. He was slamming into her bottom, making the neat, pale cheeks quiver with every thrust, until at last he came, snatching himself free at the last instant to spatter her upturned bottom.

I'd collapsed, still as horny as hell but so tired. The moment Bobbie had let go I reached out to pour myself more wine, and drained my glass at a gulp. Niall sat back, sprawled on the floor in blissful exhaustion. Sophie came to us on the sofa, cuddling up beside Bobbie and I. Twice I'd come, and I hadn't even fucked, but I was going to, just as soon as Niall had got his act together.

It wasn't going to be anytime soon. We relaxed, talking and drinking, laughing and swapping filthy stories. Bobbie talked the most, under Niall's prompting, describing lesbian encounters, including Hilary Chalmers. I
hadn't realised just how bad she was, going with boys and girls, letting herself be spanked and tied up, all sorts, and loving every moment of it. Niall was impressed, stroking his cock as he listened. Before long he'd begun to stiffen again, and down I went, kneeling between his open legs to lick at his balls.

My bottom was stuck right up, my dress too short to cover me properly. I knew it was asking for trouble from the girls, but I wanted that lovely warm glow I'd felt when they'd slapped me in the lift. Sure enough, I'd barely got to work when my skirt had been twitched up behind. Both of them began to spank me, a cheek each, laughing and calling me a bad girl as Niall's cock gradually began to harden.

I only stopped when the slaps began to really sting, sitting back on my haunches to rub my cheeks. My whole bottom was aglow, deliciously warm, and with Niall's cock now once more a solid pole of flesh, I was ready for my fucking. I took his hand, pulling him up and into the bedroom, where I threw myself down on the bed, my head spinning, my fanny badly in need of cock. My thighs came up and open, my little dress rose to show everything, my arms came wide in welcome and he had mounted me, sliding deep into my body with one easy push.

The girls had come in behind us, Sophie bouncing onto the bed as Niall began to fuck me, giggling as she pulled off her clothes. Bobbie quickly pushed off her trousers and knickers, and was nude from the waist down as she climbed onto the bed. I smiled up at them, dizzy with pleasure as Niall fed his cock in and out of me all the way, withdrawing each time to penetrate me again and again.

He sat up, rolling my legs high, my beautiful dress a dishevelled tangle around my middle, one long gold boot
stuck high in the air. Again we began to fuck, and I took my breasts in my hands, letting my pleasure soar, knowing it would be slow and wanting exactly that My eyes were closed, and when I felt soft flesh brush my forehead I knew one of the girls was going to mount my head.

All I could manage was a soft moan, half protest, half desire, and then her pussy was over my mouth and I was licking, utterly abandoned, utterly wanton. Niall had my legs, holding me firmly as he fucked me, and as I opened my eyes I saw that it was Bobbie who'd sat on me, her face set in bliss as she stroked her breasts through her blouse.

I took hold of her bottom, licking freely at her pussy. Sophie was to my side, naked, thighs cocked apart, stroking herself as she watched. I was lost, as bad as them, eager for my mouthful of another's girl's sex, eager to lick as I was fucked, eager for anything that gave me so much pleasure, that felt so naughty, and so good.

Niall grunted and moved and I was being rolled over as Bobbie dismounted. He turned me easily, his strong hand simply flipping me, bottom up. I scrambled to my knees, offering myself, even as Sophie wriggled down beneath me. His cock and her tongue found my sex almost at the same instant, her thighs came up to wrap around my head and I'd been pulled in to her sex.

He took my hips, thrusting against my warm bottom cheeks as she licked me, and him too. Bobbie moved in beside me, kissing Niall and caressing my bum and back, tickling, stroking, slapping at the flesh of my cheeks. I gripped onto Sophie's thighs, revelling in the taste and feel of her, wanting to enjoy it, wanting to be as rude I could possibly be.

She found my clit with her tongue at the same instant Bobbie slipped a finger in up my bottom hole. My body jerked, a spasm of pleasure close to orgasm, Niall's
thrusts grew suddenly harder and, as I started to come, a truly dirty thought hit me. I couldn't stop myself. My hands snatched at Sophie's cheeks, hauling them wide to show the little puckered star between. As I felt my climax about to burst, I imagined what it would be like to fuck her in the ass. I lost all sense of what gender I was, imagining myself having a penis and imagining the brutal earthy sense of taking her; of filling her soft flesh with come. At that moment, as every muscle in my body locked in the most perfect orgasm, I was both man and woman – an entirely sexual entity. As if to celebrate this debauchery, I puckered up my lips, and kissed my friend right on her anus.

29 August, 5.10 p.m. – Lucy Doyle wakes to find herself in bed with Niall, Bobbie
and
Sophie.

29 August, 5.11 p.m. – Lucy Doyle goes back to sleep.

I HADN'T MEANT
to get up when it was nearly dark, it had just worked out that way. We'd stayed up until dawn, drinking and talking, all four of us stark naked. I could vaguely remember realising that Bobbie was asleep, and listening to Sophie talking about the best places to buy shoes, with the light already growing strong outside the curtains. I could also remember kissing her bottom hole, and more, later, although most of it seemed like a dream.

My feelings were surprisingly clear, nothing like the jumble of emotions I'd experienced after my encounter with Hilary Chalmers. Perhaps it was because I'd been in control, and had known what was likely to happen before we began. Whatever it was, I was content with what I'd none, without a trace of guilt, only a wry self awareness of what I'm really like.

When it comes to sex, I've always liked the feeling that what I'm doing is improper, naughty, something to be disapproved of by the prissy, stuck-up types I've always hated, and the Church. Playing with other girls definitely fell into that category, while Father Jessop would have regarded kissing another girl's bumhole as positively Satanic. It was an amusing thought.

My head hurt, and my whole body ached, but I was
still flying as I rode the tube home that night. Niall had gone much earlier, needing to get to some family do, and I could vaguely remember him cursing as he struggled to get his trousers on in a panic. Bobbie stayed put, intended to go in with Sophie the next day, so I was alone. The family thought I'd stayed with Niall, and Mum gave me her soft smile as I climbed the stairs towards my bed, pride and approval blended with just a touch of worn patience. I smiled back, which was about all I could manage, and went up to strip, shower and collapse.

I still didn't feel too good in the morning, and could have well done without Maryam Smith ringing at eight on the dot to tell me I was back in Paddington. It was all I could manage to shower and throw some clothes on, still half asleep and in no mood to iron my office clothes. Nobody even saw, let alone commented, and for once I was grateful for my featureless cube, because it meant nobody could see me.

There was still the supervisor, a keen young woman not much older than me, but who had a business degree and made it plain that she regarded temps as pond life. She wasn't about, but I was wary of her and did my best not to actually doze off, although I might as well have done for all the use I was. By eleven I'd done two files and desperately needed ten minutes kip. I just couldn't help myself, and slumped forward on the desk, resting my head on my arms, my head full of pleasant, sleepy images of Niall's masculine charms.

Inevitably that was the exact moment the supervisor chose to check up on me, only it wasn't the officious woman. It was Luke. His sharp comment broke off suddenly as I twisted around with an apology already on my lips and we were staring at each other.

‘Lucy?'

‘Luke? Hi. Look, I'm sorry . . .'

‘Don't be. It was wonderful. I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since . . .'

‘Eh?'

‘Our time together. It was so good. I have to talk to you, Lucy. Can you do lunch?'

‘Oh God, no, not now, Luke. I can barely keep my eyes open. Sorry, nothing against you, but I can't face anything heavy just now.'

‘What's the matter? Are you ill?'

‘No, tired. I was up all night Saturday, and I still haven't caught up on sleep.'

‘How about dinner then, on me?'

‘I couldn't, really . . .'

‘If you need a kip, just go in my office. There's an armchair, and nobody'll know except me.'

I nodded, pathetically grateful, and let him steer me off among the cubes to an office at the far end of the room. As he'd promised, there was an armchair, a big black one with badly scuffed plastic and the stuffing come out at the bottom. I collapsed into it, my body going slowly limp as he left, closing the door behind him and turning the key in the lock.

By the time I woke up it was late afternoon, with the sun throwing splotches of rich yellow light across the furniture. My mouth felt dry and my body stiff, while I badly needed to pee. Fortunately Luke had thought to unlock the door at some point during the afternoon, and I was able to freshen up and get myself some water and a coffee. I took the coffee back to his office, where he was seated behind the desk, looking through a sheaf of papers.

‘Better?'

‘Yes, thanks.'

‘Up for dinner?'

I nodded. Only a complete bitch would have refused.

‘Great. We'll go to
Mise en Scène
.'

‘Whatever. I mean, that would be great, thanks. I'm not really dressed the part.'

‘That's cool. Scruffy is in.'