Office girls wrap Perv round their little fingers

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Office girls wrap Perv round their little fingersI couldn’t believe my luck when I started at Smithsons. Up the stairs from the stores where I worked were offices full of girls. Now I don’t go and make an announcement when I start a new job – “hullo everyone, I’m a compulsive masturbator, pervert girl-worshipper. I only wank on girls, I’ve got a massive collection of dirty books and I spend my time out and about in my rain-mac or hanging out my window or anywhere where I can see lovely girls and get my perv sex pleasure”.I wouldn’t last very long would I?! As it is I have to keep a tight control on my behaviour if I want to keep my job – essential to fund my dirty book buying and Worship Sessions with Goddesses I’m allowed to worship in person. But it’s difficult when I’m in the offices seeing shapely girls in miniskirts and lovely tops, and my eyes have a mind of their own.So I don’t need to make the announcement cause the girls soon work out what this timid, nervous lad in the stores is about. And they take advantage of it, so it’s not long before most mornings I’m getting the instructions coming down – “Graham, can you go and get coffee and cakes for us all” – and I take down a detailed order and run to Starbucks, sometimes two or three times till the order’s filled. I sometimes get an eyeful, whether as a treat or just I’m in the right place at the right time. There was that time Miss Jenny hitched Her dress up to do up a suspender – deliberate? Or just luck? My head swivelled round and my eyes popped when I realised what She was doing and I could hear restrained laughter around me as I gawped at Her. I wasn’t erect yet obviously, and She only held Her dress up for 30 seconds or so, enough to squeeze a couple of big blobs of pre-cum into my underpants. The laughter increased as I staggered, dazed, out the door to the nearest toilet and just a couple of strokes and cum was pumping into the pan while I moaned Her name. Of course I was doing that to my knob every night after work, loving the guilty feelings I got next day having to face the girls who’s names I was chanting last night, along with other pervy words of worship, as I rubbed obscenely and disgustingly up and down my knob till cum erupted. Obviously I would have loved to gawp at Miss Jenny till my pants were full of cum but I’ve learnt some control at least, to avoid the sackings I’ve had in the past. She’s special though, and the way She looks in a miniskirt is mind-boggling – Her hips splay it out and Her legginess means Her skirt is tight, and when She sits in it and crosses Her legs, I see stars and my head spins. She knows how to düzce escort manipulate me too, not showing too much but enough to have me enslaved. Most weeks I get a shopping list from Her and stagger back to put lots of tins and cereal packets and whatever in Her car boot. I love being at Her beck and call, gazing at Her like a lost dog and mumbling “yes Miss, yes Miss Jenny” at all Her commands. I don’t just wank on Her but wet dream a lot too, thinking about what She was wearing today, what She showed, what She said. I dream of another suspenders do-up show. So I’m in the stores, and when I hear the click of high heels, I’m in my spot just next to the stairs where I get a good view, and supposedly I’m lifting something off the top shelf. Yes I know it’s pervy – I’m a perv! I can’t help but look, I’m a compulsive masturbator. And I’m respectful, apologising when I look up as She comes down, giving me a view. Those girls weren’t bothered though, and there’s a reason why She’s come down to the stores, knowing I won’t be able to stop looking – “can you give me some envelopes please Graham?” “Yes Miss”.“I mean, a couple of big boxes, to take home, so I don’t have to buy them.”“Er…ok Miss, yes, alright..er….”It’s when Miss Jenny comes down that my heart really races. I get erect just being in Her presence – thank god for my work overalls. I can’t get my head round how lovely She looks in Her short skirt and skimpy tops and She knows that all right, from the way I look at Her – it’s not pervy or horrible, it’s just awe-struck wonderment, and I just want to worship Her, do whatever She asks in the hope of a few little favours. I know I’m supposed to pretend I’m doing something to be at the foot of the stairs but I can’t help looking up when it’s Her. I see Her high-heels and Her legginess, I’m trying to look down respectfully but my eyes just force their way back up, and it’s when She stops to adjust Her stockings halfway down the stairs that my straining erection starts to get funny feelings. She asks me about some mail or other and I go to my desk and She sits on the edge, making my face redden and my mouth go dry as I see Her legginess. “Have you got any spare mobile phones Graham?” She then asks, Her voice electrifying me. “You see my boyfriend’s lost his and he can’t be without one, I’d be ever so grateful Graham!”She raises Her knee slightly, adjusting Her high-heel shoe, and giving me a gob-smacking view for just a second. I try to concentrate on what She’s saying, aware that I’ve no longer any control on where my eyes are. I mumble, “yes of course Miss Jenny, I’ll get one for you now.”It’s escort düzce risky of course, more than my job’s worth, but Her ‘gratitude’, whatever She means by that, is worth taking any risk for. I go over to the cupboard and unlock it, pulling out the box of phones that were delivered last week for the new sales recruits and write on the carton ‘one missing’. I take a phone out and walk back to hand it to Miss Jenny, who’s standing by my desk. She says “thanks” as I pass it to Her and turns to head for the stairs. I remain standing, clamping my legs together right up to my buttocks and watch Her as She walks, hips swaying in that tiny short skirt, and starts to climb the stairs. I’m so desperate to spunk my pants when my eyes are on Her that I can’t stop myself. My old trick of hands together in front of my crotch and apply a little pressure on my erection instantly has my head nodding forward as shots of semen jet into my underpants, and then, halfway up the stairs, She stops and turns, one foot on the step above the other, Her legginess mind-boggling, and says “I’m very grateful Graham!” The hem of Her micro-miniskirt covers Her knix by no more than half-an-inch. I can’t really stop my shuddering as She makes me cum in my pants, and croak a response. Surely She must have seen what was happening to me, what She was making me do. Was She just being grateful or was She deliberately making sure I got a lot of pleasure out of Her visit? She’s not the only one who starts to visit the stores, and maybe word’s got out. I love it when the girls come down and ask for things I’m not supposed to give out, and that’s because they know the effect they have on me and that I’ll do their every bidding, like running errands and doing chores for them as well as giving out stationary and equipment, just to be able to look a little longer. They all make me do a lot of cumming, but mostly in my wank orgies in my wank-room at home. It’s when Miss Jenny makes another visit, this time chatting for several minutes as She looks round the stores, allowing me to let my eyes dwell on Her loveliness for several lovely minutes, even able to discreetly ease my erection upright in my pants. Then She sits on a low cupboard, about the height of a bar-stool while I stand there, flustered and red-faced and aware that I’m failing to remove my eyes from Her miniskirt and leggy loveliness. I’ve not seen Her top before either, which is just clinging to Her shapely breasts in a way that makes me go boss-eyed. She launches Her pitch. “You see Graham, I am grateful to you for all the favours you do, and I’ve got a very big favour düzce escort bayan to ask, for which I will be very, very grateful”. She crosses her legs and I can see legginess nearly to Her knix. My eyes glaze over as I gaze at Her show, and I nod dumbly. “It’s just I need a new laptop you see, and I was thinking about the ones they give out to the reps.” I nod some more, my heart racing as I wonder what’s coming next, am I going to get a real show?!“So would that be ok Graham?” I can only nod, my face beetroot red as She uncrosses and crosses again, making my eyes flicker and then glaze over again. I simply can’t stop looking, whatever I do. I’m a compulsive masturbator and voyeur, and when I see this much girlie loveliness, I’m helpless, unable to do anything but just look. And there’s a worrying leaking below. I daren’t do it in front of Her. She might want to show gratitude but would She really be ok with me spunking my pants right in front of Her?!Then I realise that She’s waiting for me to go and get a laptop. That means removing my eyes from Her legginess. Turning my body round to face in the opposite direction severs the connection between my eyes and Her loveliness and I walk up to the locked cupboard and remove a laptop. This is dangerous, and now I’m not mesmerised by Her for a moment, I do get the chance to consider whether I should be risking my employment. I’d probably never see Her again if I got sacked. So I say as I turn round – “I shouldn’t be doing this really Miss….” She lifts Her knee up to re-do the strap on Her shoe, so I see Her lovely leggy bareness every inch of the way from Her sex-queen high-heels to Her knix, and my head just jolts forward and I yelp as knobby starts to shoot cum into my pants, and for what seems like ages my head and shoulders are jerking forward, and I’m going “oh, oh, oh, oh” in time to the shots of spunk going into my underpants, my knees quivering and convulsions wracking through me with each big spurt of cum. I subside as She jumps off the cupboard and holds out Her hand for the laptop, which I meekly pass over to Her, still trembling and dazed at the lovely pants-spunk She’s just given me, because that was deliberate all right, no doubt about it, and I can see from Her smile She knows exactly what She was doing. “Oh thank you Graham, that’s so good of you, I won’t forget it, you’ll see!”I croak something unintelligible as my eyes remain on Her body and She heads for the stairs. Halfway up She stops and raises Her skirt to an inch below Her knix and adjusts Her suspender. I think I know what Her gratitude is likely to mean now……She lifts Her knee up to re-do the strap on Her shoe, so I see Her lovely leggy bareness every inch of the way from Her sex-queen high-heels to Her knix, and my head just jolts forward and I yelp as knobby starts to shoot cum into my pants

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir