Fun At Work

Let me preface this story by saying that my other stories are posted on pages 3 and 12. These will give you a better idea as to my background.

I was a waitress in an NCO Club in Germany for two and a half years. I had kept my work and my personal life as a hotwife separated for the first six or seven months I worked in the club. There was a chance of being laid off from my job at that time, so I gave my Manager some pussy, hoping that this would make him not want to fire me. He was my first Black man, and he lived up to everything I had heard of. He also told me that if I would adopt this sexy attitude at work, I would have more fun, and be getting more tips. I
thought about it for a short while and decided to give it a try.

I was on my days off, so I went shopping at a large shopping center I had seen a few times. I bought some of the sexiest underwear I had ever even seen, and some new dresses and other outfits. I came home and showed my husband what I had. He was very pleased, and suggested that I wear some of them to work. He didn't know that I had planned to do this when I bought them.

I dug around in a spare closet and found a pair of high heels that were not only hot, but were comfortable, and put on a white silk blouse that was VERY
shear, but was not quite see-through, a very shear, lacy bra, amd a very, very short mini-micro skirt. That with very lacy see-through panties. I had already taken great care shaving and trimming my pussy hair till I felt it was just right. I had left a strip about 3/4 of an inch wide and about 3
inches long. Just enough to make a black stripe that would be visible through my panties. I took extra care brushing my hair, which hung just below my waist, until it was shiny as silk. I checked myself in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw.

I walked into the Dining Area and Pete was there. He looked me over and told me he wished we had time to go into the office for a good fuck. This was enough to convince me that my efforts were not wasted. I only told him to make sure that I was the last person to be closed out that night.

We opened up, and, as usual two of the guys from a signal unit across the street came in for dinner. I went over to their table to take their orders, and after a little small talk took their dinner orders and went to get their drinks from the bar. They were both checking me out very closely and gave me nice compliments about how I looked. I decided that, as it would be a slow night, I would give them something to look at, so, as I walked away from the table, I dropped my pencil, and bent over and picked it up. I looked back at them, and both of them were near having to push their eyes back in. I went into the bar and got their drinks and brought them to them. Alan asked me if it was a special occassion, and I told him I just felt like dressing up special. Jeff asked me if I knew that everything I had was showing when I bent over. I just asked him back if he liked what he saw. He smiled and told me "Yes!!!" That he would love to do more than see what I had. I told him that that would be up to him, and how he showed his appreciation. I went in and got their orders from the kitchen, and went to the bar for their second round of drinks.

Monica, the other waitress for the evening, had just come in so I went over to the waitresses table and after talking a bit, asked if she would cover for me from time to time. She knew what was going on, as I had been the only waitress not to go upstairs with a customer on occassion.

I went around the tables, straightening up things, lighting the candles, and dimming the lights. I looked around, and Alan was beckoning me, so I went over to their table. He paid their bill with four twenty dollar bills, and told me to keep the change. WOW!!! This amounted to a little over seventy dollars as a tip. Jeff asked me if this showed how much they both appreciated me, and I told him that I would show him in a special way. I asked Alan if he minded if I borrowed Jeff for a little while, first. He told me it was okay if he could be "borrowed", too. I smiled at him and told him that Jeff would tell him when it was time. I took Jeff's hand and told him to follow me.

We were walking past Monica, and she leaned over and with a smile, whispered in my ear, "You go, Girl!" We all laughed at that.

Jeff and I went up the stairs to a large room with a curtain at the far end. Behind the curtain was a bed. We went over to it and pulled the curtain shut behind us. He already knew what was about to happen, but I made sure he knew by reaching over and squeezing his cock. He answered by reaching under my skirt and feeling my pussy. I was already wet and ready. Jeff was an extremely handsome man. He was about six feet tall, probably 175 lbs, with the build of a professional athlete. His complexion was clear and smooth, and the color of milk chocolate.

I asked him if he wanted to take my clothes off, or wanted me to strip for him. He said he wanted to watch me strip after he was undressed, so I helped him remove his clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed watching me do a slow strip for him. His smile told me everything I wanted to know.

When I was naked, he laid me over on the bed, caressing me all over, while his erection got bigger and harder. I was already soaking wet, so I didn't mind at all that he didn't eat my pussy first, but knelt between my legs, and started rubbing the end of his cock on my pussy lips. I reached down to guide him in, and received his entire length inside me. He wasn't nearly as big as Pete, but was more than big enough to really feel fantastic. He was about 8 inches long, and 4 inches arounf. He started pumping in and out of me and it was Soooo Gooood. I wrapped my legs around him, to give him a better angle at my pussy, and also to hold him inside when he came. We fucked like there was no tomorrow. He was ramming me with all his strength, and I was bucking, shaking, and biting his cock with my pussy. He fucked me to several orgasms before he emptied his balls into my pussy. He shot one of the biggest loads I had ever had inside me, and it felt wonderful. I was determined that he was going to fuck me a second time, so I went over to the janitors sink, and flushed out my pussy, and came back over to the bed.

He was still laying there, so I took his cock in my hand, and started giving him a blow-job. His cock was soon as hard as ever, and I asked him if he would mind giving it to me doggy-style. I knelt on the edge of the bed and he got behind me and shoved his man-meat into me as deep as he could push. This was even better, as doggy was my favorite position. If anyone had been there watching (I found out later there had been) it would have been a question of who was fucking whom. All he had to do was stand there and hang on. I was jamming back on his delicious dick as hard as I could, and shaking my ass back and forth. All good things must come to an end, and he shot another beautiful load of his baby-gravy into my hot cunt.

I cleaned him up, and told him to send Alan up, and went to the sink to douche. There was a short length of hose atttached to the faucet, so I adjusted the water temperature, and put the hose just inside of me and washed good.

I was paying attention to cleaning up, and heard a sound. I looked around and saw Alan standing there watching me clean my pussy. He asked me if it was ready to eat, and I told him that that was up to him. He told me that he and his wife were swingers, and that he kind of liked having a cream filling at times, depending in the dish it was served in. I asked him if my dish was good enough, and he said he would like to try it.

He held my hand and kissed me and led me over to the bed. I helped him off with his clothes, and after a few more kisses, he laid me back on the bed. He knelt down between my legs and started eating my pussy. Before long I was having my first orgasm from him. He was a bigger man than Jeff, in all ways. He was probably three inches taller than Jeff, and at least rwenty or thirty pounds heavier. His skin was white, with a slight red tinge where he had been in the sun. He was covered in a thick coat of reddish brown hair from neck to ankles, and built like a Jersey bull. I saw at once why he didn't mind Jeff going first. His cock was at least 9 inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I had never seen a white man with a cock as large as his.
I knew I was going to gett a fucking to remember.

He ate me till I was sensitized enough that every time he touched my clitty with his tongue, I would cum. I couldn't wait to feel this huge prick splitting my fuzz. He had me on my back with my legs opened as far as I could. He pushed the head of his cock between my pussy-lips, and put my legs over his shoulders. He raised up till the only other contact was his dick in my pussy, and started doing push-ups. Every time he went down he would push his cock in as deep as it would go. It didn't take much of this to make me loose all control. I had to grab a pillow and put it over my face to muffle my screams. I was screaming with pleasure and excitement with his every stroke. Over and over till my entire being was concentrated in the sensations of our sex. I was reduced to shaking my head back and forth and had torn the sheet on the bed with my fingernails. I was babbling like a crazy woman, begging him not to ever stop fucking me.

I suddenly realized that the pillow was gone, and we were not alone. I looked over and saw Jeff, Pete, my husband, Charley, Monica, and Abdullah, the chef, all standing there. They all had big smiles on their faces as they stood there watching me get fucked.

I don't know how much longer they stood there watching us. I was only aware of that magnificent cock reaming my twat to orgasm, over and over. This was my whole world, and I wanted it to go on forever, but in reality, Alan had gone as far as he could, for now. He raised up on his knees, grabbed my ankles, and pushed them till my toes were against the head of the bed, and shoved his cock in me as deep as he could, and exploded. It felt like some-one had stuck a firehose inside my pussy and turned it on. I felt if I opened my mouth, his cum would shoot out. I couldn't stop myself from screaming. I was begging him to shoot more cum into me, to fuck me more, and to knock me up in the crudest language I knew.

I felt his weight go off of me, and immediately felt a different weight. I looked up into the eyes of Hargrave. He was one of the M. A.s. He was a BIG black man. He had simply pulled his pants down, and stuck his dick in me and was fucking me. I was so sensatized by then that I was already cumming by the time his dick was all the way in my hole. He fucked me for a while and shot his cum inside me. He got off of me and dropped his dick to my lips, and told me, "SUCK IT CLEAN!" I did as I was told, and took his dick in my mouth, sucking him like a baby on its mothers tit. Before long I felt his cock throbbing, and had a mouthful of his cum. He held the back of my head with one hand, and held my nose with the other. I had no choice but to swallow every drop of his cream.

During this I felt someone eating my pussy, and wondered who would want to eat it out with two or three loads of cum inside. When Hargrave had finished cumming in my mouth and making me swallow it, I looked down and saw Monica, a pretty black girl, eating me out. Charley (my husband) was holding one leg, and Jeff was holding the other, so I couldn't resist. This was only the second time another woman had eated my pussy. She sucked my pussy clean, and gave me several orgasms in the process. She then told me it was her turn. She stuck her pussy in my face and I had to lick her to orgasm.

I heard someone tell Abdullah that he was the only one there that had not fucked me, yet, so it was his turn. Abdullah pulled off his clothes and climbed on top of me. I felt his thick, hard cock bury inside of my hot, wet pussy. He was in no hurry, as he had fucked me, before. Charley had gone to the field for a month, and I had stayed with Abdullah and his wife in their home, and, with his wifes permission, Abdullah had fucked me several times, hoping, he said, to give me a Turkish baby. He didn't give me the baby, but we enjoyed trying, and his wife enjoyed watching us fuck two or three times every day I was there.

Abdullah humped his cock into me, and whispered words of love in my ear in Turk, that only I could understand, having been taught by him and his wife.
He fucked me for a very long time, bringing me to several orgasms, before asking if I was ready for my little Turkish baby. I told him, also in Turkish, to please make me pregnant, this time. He started cumming deep inside my pussy, and strangely, I was really hoping he WOULD make me pregnant. The only person I wanted to knock me up more was my husband. He told me that he didn't mind anyone making me pregnant, as long as he could see it happen. That is why I didn't use any form of birth control, and let every man who fucked me, cum inside me.

I was so tired that I asked Pete if I could stay the night right there, but Charley told me the car was at the front door, and he would carry me down to it. He picked me up, still naked, and carried me out to the car and put me in my seat. There were three or four guys standing there that we knew, and, after buckling my seat belt, Charley stood there talking to them. They were paying much less attention to Charley than they were to me. I didn't mind, though, as I knew it was just a matter of time till they got the chance to fuck me, too. I even told them first chance, come up to our house on my night off and I would let them fuck me.

There were, on average, 220 men in the company that Charley was in, and all but maybe a dozen of them fucked me at least once, and most, several times. I was the only wife allowed to go to the field with her husband. My pussy was always open...NO CHARGE!!!