Hi, my name is Roger, and I would like to share with you a very exciting experience I had recently with my mates; Jethro, Phil and Gareth. We were working as builders at the time, renovating a listed building used by a firm of Accountants. We had not been there long before Sue, the pretty young receptionist who worked there caught our eye. She was a petite, nineteen
year old brunette, with radiant green eyes and shortly bobbed hair. Always immaculately dressed, she moved with a refined grace that would make you believe she was born in high heels. We immediately put her down as a prim, well-bred young lady who wouldn't look twice at chubby forty year old guys like us, and we soon started to refer to her as "that posh bird".
After a few weeks though, we soon discovered that despite her sophisticated and haughty air, she was in fact a very friendly and popular girl who was adored by all. We once arrived at the office on her birthday to find it festooned by cards and flowers brought by well-wishers of all ages. "Christ, anyone'd think she was the fucking Queen!" Jethro complained. One elderly lady in particular collared us for a good ten minutes as she was leaving to explain to us what a sweet thing Sue was, and how proud her family was of her for earning a living even though they were very wealthy, "Oh she's a lovely girl! such a lovely girl" she kept saying. "Yeah, I'd certainly like to give her one" Gareth sniggered as she left.
We weren't the only ones gawping at her of course, and we often amused ourselves by studying the effect she had on other male visitors to the office as they stood transfixed by her flower like beauty. Sometimes, especially the younger ones, she'd turn into stuttering fools. What tickled us though, was that when they were in this gibbering state, Sue addressed them as a nursery teacher would a child; cooing at them as they looked at her shyly: "Do you want a cup of coffee...? no..? are you sure..?"
Happily, she'd often stop to chat with us, her lilting and melodious voice giving the illusion she spoke in barely a whisper, but with perfect pronunciation like hers she could have been on the telly reading the news. We were soon using any opportunity we could for a bit of innocent flirting, and could only dream of what it would be like to have her.
One day, we had been asked to work during the weekend, and after being puzzled by the approaching clip-clopping of a high-heeled visitor, were suprised to find the object of our lust sweeping through the door, radiant in a gently swaying, full length, blue velvet dress. "It's only little me!" she smiled, as the room filled with her heady, feminine scent. She spoke the words in that playful coquettish voice she sometimes teased us with, and it always got our loins twitching.
She'd just dropped in to pick up papers for delivery to a client, and as we chatted her glowing presence soon had its usual effect on us. We crowded around her to drink her in, a slight sense of competition starting to develop between us, and as the conversation continued I couldn't help noticing how slight Sue was as our stocky forms towered over her fragile frame. We were just planning to stop for a spot of lunch at a nearby pub, so Jethro suggested Sue join us, and she readily agreed.
Once at the pub, we immediately started to enjoy ourselves, and soon the many drinks we had consumed were starting to loosen our inhibitions. I took the time to admire our fragrant prey at close quarters; Sue had a cute, pert nose in the centre of her pretty, delicate face, an exquisite, slender figure, and sat very modestly; legs crossed with the toes of her red court shoes peeping demurely from under the hem of her royal blue velvet dress. Only an elegant ankle shod in cream coloured nylon hinted at what lay beneath her skirts. Her soft dark hair was neatly cropped in a waif-like bob, and a pair of pearl drop earings swayed gently from each of her elfin ears. As usual she wore her favourite shade of rose coloured lipstick, I had peeked into her handbag earlier as she'd taken out her cigarettes and noticed it was by Christian Dior.
My gaze was soon disturbed however, as I realised the subject had at long last turned to sex. This was a topic Sue appeared to be suprisingly comfortable with, and we were soon shocked to hear her describe experiences she'd had on a recent Club 18-30 holiday as she sipped her dry white wine. My mates and I looked at eachother in a mixture of suprise and delight, as it slowly dawned on us that far from being a chaste little princess, Sue was a promiscuous tramp with the morals of an alley cat. She knew full well her effect on the opposite sex, and had used this to increase her skills as a courtesan beyond others of her tender age. Our confidence grew even more as she described her preference for older men.
"I'm fed up of boys my age fumbling at me with no imagination" she grumbled.
Jethro, who had had always been the cheekiest of us, didn't want to waste the opportunity; "How would you feel about a fivesome with some experienced old hands like us?" he grinned.
"Well you may be old hands, but I don't know how experienced you are do I?" she beamed, looking around the table playfully.
Phil winked at me, and I started to feel very confident about our chances of having our way with this little lady, "Come on then Sue, you've got to give us a chance to prove it to you" he urged.
She grinned back at him then stubbed out her lipstick stained cigarette "Well, if all of you are offering to satisfy my curiosity..."
Gareth nudged me, and we took the cue to down our drinks and leave.
During the short drive back in the car, Sue quickly got a mauling from Phil and Gareth on the backseat, her diminutive form looking like it was being molested by a couple of giants. Both of them were taking it in turns to push their tongues down her throat, and as Gareth groped her breasts, Phil had his hand up her dress and inside the waistband of her cream coloured tights. Jethro, sitting next to me as I drove gave a running commentary, "bloody hell - no knickers!" he laughed.
By the time we had arrived back at the office, Jethro thought it best to make a confession for us all. "Look darling, we've all been gawping at you for such a long time, we're likely to shoot our bolts within coming six inches of you".
Sue grinned cheekily, "well, I think I can do something about that!", and then suggested prolonging our pleasure by first bringing us all off quickly with her mouth. We looked at eachother hardly believing our ears as her dulcet feminine tones enunciated her unblushing proposal. Better still, I was going to be first and quickly unfastened my trousers.
Sue sank gracefully to the floor, kneeling in the luxuriant material of her dress as it gathered around her, then gently held my throbbing member in her slim fingers. I gasped at the sudden reality of my huge gnarled cock inches away from her pretty face.
Sue paused at my exclamation, then looked up at me coyly. "My, you have been looking forward to this haven't you?" she said impishly. Her soft hand then guided my erection between the painted lips of her warm, wet mouth.
It didn't take long for her flicking tonque and lips to work their magic, and as her pretty green eyes twinkled demurely up at me, I rewarded her efforts with a mouthful of hot, salty sperm.
"I'm a good little cock-sucker aren't I?" she purred after casually swallowing my fizzing load. She was using her teasing coquettish voice again, and turned to my waiting pals to flash her eyelashes in mock innocence.
Already naked from the waist down, they needed little encouragement, and quickly took it in turns to receive the same service. When she had finished, each of our cocks had gained a neat ring of pink lipstick to indicate that we had used Sue's slender throat as a sewer for our scalding seed.
"Christ! She looks like an angel but sucks like a tuppeny whore!" Jethro exclaimed as he shot the remnants of his throw down her gullet.
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