Free Story – Office Slut

Nailing the hottie at work.

All my life, I was unlucky until I met Maryanne.

Every time I dropped a slice of bread when I was a kid, it landed jelly-side down. When I tried to sneak into a bus via the rear exit, the door closed on my neck. Nothing I ever tried worked.

It was even worse after I got out of high school. The list of jobs I was fired from exceeded only by the number of jobs I wanted but couldn’t get. Nothing ever seemed to go right.

Experienced HR personnel spotted me right away. “If I saw you in a line ahead of me,” one of them said to me once, “waiting to get on a plane, I’d take a different flight.” He said it good-naturedly, but he meant it, and it hurt. It meant he didn’t want me on the ground near him, either.

“You’re not a bad-looking guy, Ed,” a chick said to me once while we were standing under a tree getting soaked by the rain, which had drowned out our private picnic. “But you are definitely a loser.”

The bad part about it was that I didn’t feel like a loser. I just had bad luck. But then I met Maryanne.

We were both working at a manufacturing company. Maryanne was tall, dark, plump, and always smiling. She smiled at everyone. She even smiled at me when I passed her desk with the day’s shipping orders. I tried to smile back, but I hadn’t had much practice smiling at girls who looked like Maryanne.

Then I began to run into her at the water cooler. It seemed that every time I sat there, Maryanne was there too. She had jet-black hair and soft brown eyes that twinkled brightly. She was the sexiest-looking babe I’d ever met. Every noticeable curve seemed to exude a quiet come-hither look that made my nerve ends tingle. But I never knew what to say to her.

I was searching for a line to use on her to break the ice. I waited until Maryanne and I were alone at the water cooler one morning, and plunged in. “I’ve been wondering what kind of a diet you’re on,” I said to her.

She looked surprised. I’d never said anything to her before except “Good morning.”  “Diet?” she echoed.

I forced myself to push ahead. “The house rule is that anything less than a size six panty around here is unacceptable.”

She giggled. Then she laughed. Then she patted my cheek. “Eddie, you’ve gone and worked yourself up a line!” she exclaimed. She sounded delighted. She patted the area I’d been talking about. “You don’t ever need to worry about my getting below that panty size, Eddie.” She was the only one who ever called me Eddie. It sounded excellent whenever she did. “When are you going to ask me for a date?” she asked abruptly.

“Y-you mean if I did you’d say y-yes?” I stammered.

‘Why don’t you try me and see?” Her smile was dazzling.

So we went to a movie that night and to a restaurant afterward. We held hands during the movie and again at the restaurant. It was a perfect evening.

When I was saying good night outside Maryanne’s apartment, she half turned and patted herself on her butt. “You like them big there?” she asked me over her shoulder.

“You bet!” I declared.

“Mine is nice and big,” she said, and smiled. “Good night, Eddie.”

The following week, we went to another movie, and it was every bit as lovely an evening as the first time. Maryanne invited me upstairs to her place for a cup of coffee afterward. Her apartment was very nice, not one bit like my box-like room. She sat down beside me on her couch and blew into my ear, and giggled when I jumped. Then all of a sudden she was in my arms, and we were kissing. She was so warm and so fragrant, and so fragile-feeling, I was almost afraid to breathe.

“Why, Eddie!” she said softly. “You’re trembling!” She got to her feet, reached down, and unbuttoned my shirt, very deliberately.

Then, she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She unzipped my jeans and dropped my boxers around my ankles. When she took hold of my dick, goosebumps jumped up all over me. She then led me into her bedroom, where she helped me undress her.

Her waist was small, but she hadn’t been kidding about her ass. It gleamed like a pale moon in the bedroom’s semi-darkness. A guy would have needed six or eight hands to take hold of all of it at once. I did the best I could with two.

Maryanne let me play for a while, and then she turned around. Her smoothly rounded belly curved deeply into the beckoning folds between her thighs. Her large breasts still managed to be tip-tilted and firmly jutting, crested by perky, grape-like nipples. Then she pulled me down on top of her on the bed, and it turned out she wasn’t fragile at all. We did a drag-strip quarter-mile after she connected us, then, without disconnecting, we settled in for a long, dreamy-feeling ride in the country.

“Oh, god, I had a feeling you’d be like this,” she sighed after I finally ran down. She half sat up and reached down to take hold of my sticky, friction-reddened, diminished cock, which still overflowed in her palm. “What do you feed this tiger?” she asked playfully.

She agitated it skillfully until it was spiky again, then placed herself on top of me and turned herself into a human pinwheel. I had no breath left by the time she collapsed after a series of soft, inner explosions.

We had about three hours’ sleep that night, but I wasn’t complaining when we went to work in the morning. And things kept on getting better and better.

Maryanne suggested that I move in with her. And at the plant, she made it clear she liked me, so some of the guys began looking at me differently than they had before.

And so did some of the girls. A couple of them began to stop at the water cooler whenever I was there. They would include me in their giggling conversations, something they had never done before. But then Maryanne would appear, smiling at me, and the other girls would drift away. Maryanne’s smiles were always promising me the things we’d do together that night.

“You’ve got to stop letting people push you around, Eddie,” she said to me after a hot fuck session in bed one night. “You’re the hardest worker in the shipping department, but how long has it been since you asked for a raise?”

I almost broke out into a sweat on top of the sweat I had already worked up. I’d never asked for a raise; I didn’t want to call attention to myself. I’d lost so many jobs, and I wanted to keep this one. But I couldn’t tell Maryanne that. She’d think I was a jerk, too.

I reached over and slipped a finger into her wet pussy, and she forgot about the boss for a while.

But a little later, she brought it up again, and to my horror, I found myself promising her that I would ask him.

“Good,” she said. “They can’t refuse you.” I knew better, but what could I say?

I worked late one night, a week later, after Maryanne had already gone home.  When I reached the apartment, I found a note on the kitchen table. “My mother is not well,” the note read. Maryanne’s mother lived in the next state. “See you next week. Love, Maryanne.”

Finally, Maryanne returned from her mom’s, arriving at work one morning. As it turned out, given that she had a good rapport with the boss, she sat down and mentioned how valuable an employee I was to the company. So when I ran into him later that day, he pulled me aside.

“Maybe I’ve been overlooking you around here, Ed,” he told me. “A man who can hold his end up like that deserves a little more responsibility. I’ll see to it you notice it in your next paycheck.”

Maryanne drove us home that night after work. I had really missed her while she was away, so when we stepped onto the slow-moving elevator in her apartment building, I took hold of her.

She reciprocated by unzipping me and taking my cock out of my pants.

I unfastened her skirt and dropped it around her ankles, then filled my hands with her ample velvety ass cheeks. After a moment, I pulled her panties down too.

She was kissing me hard while she rubbed my dick against her cunt lips. I was ready to go up in flames when the elevator door opened on our floor. We broke apart. My now-naked Maryanne bent down and scooped up her clothes. When the angled elevator mirror indicated that the hallway was empty, she tossed her clothes over her shoulder, retook hold of me, and pulled me off the elevator with her hand firmly wrapped around my rock-hard cock. Then she smiled impishly at me over her shoulder as she led the way toward her apartment.

We were almost there when another apartment door opened and Mrs. H., the neighbor, stepped out into the hallway. Maryanne never even broke stride. “Good evening, Mrs. H.,” she said.

“Good evening, Maryanne,” Mrs. H. returned. She was smiling. “Good evening, sir.”

I mumbled something while Maryanne unlocked our apartment door with her left hand. I was still connected to her right hand. “See what I found, Mrs. H.?” Maryanne asked cheerfully. She opened her hand to display right, left, and center my totally erect penis, which had my toes curled up inside my shoes.

“Aren’t you lucky, dear,” Mrs. H. commented, acting as though Maryanne’s bare ass wasn’t hanging out in the breeze. “I’d give it a good home if I were you.”

“Bet on it,” Maryanne told her. “Bet on it.”

And with that, we went inside. Mrs. H.’s voice floated in after us just before Maryanne closed the door. “Have fun, kids,” Mrs. H. said.

We never made it past Maryanne’s living room. We got right down on the rug, and I rousted her gorgeous ass all over it. She had twin smudges of dirt on each magnificent nude hemisphere when I let her up, and her pussy sported a glistening deposit of pearly droplets. We got into the shower together and fucked each other under the hissing water.

I can tell you one thing for sure: There’s never a dull moment with Maryanne around. But maybe the best part of the whole thing, next to having her around, is that nobody seems to think I’m such a loser anymore.

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