Mail Room Boy

by: ssarg
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"Here's your mail, Mz. Owens," I said while dropping a thick bundle of envelopes on the corner of the senior vice president's desk, "I think you get more stuff than anyone, you must have a lot of friends!" Tilting her head forward to look over the top of her reading glasses, she eyed me before replying, "Well, Stevie, most of them aren't from friends, I get that kind of mail at home, believe me, these are all work related!" I paused for a second before leaving her office, and then in a hesitant voice replied, "Well I bet that anyone as pretty as you has a lot of friends!" "Why thank you, Stevie," she answered smoothly, "that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long time, do you sweet talk your girl friend that way too?" Now turning a bright shade of red I replied, "Uh, no, I don't have a girlfriend!" Seeing my obvious discomfort, Kimberly Owens replied gently, "I'm really surprised, you're a very handsome young man, how old are you, Stevie?" "I'm eighteen, ma'am," I replied softly, "I'll be nineteen in two more months." Giving me one more once over, she asked softly, "Stevie, may I ask you a favor, please?" "Gosh yes," I fairly shouted, "anything at all, you just name it, Mz. Owens!" "Good, stop by my office at let's say five fifteen," she replied, "I'll explain then exactly what I want you to do, okay?" "Sure," I replied happily, "I'll be here at five fifteen sharp!"

At precisely a quarter after five I knocked on her door. "It's me Mz. Owens, Stevie Baker, you wanted to see me." "Come on in, Stevie," she called out from behind her large oak desk, "I've been hoping you'd make it!" With an expectant look on my face I stood silently before her, waiting dutifully for her instructions as she continued, "What do you know about me, Stevie, I mean about me personally?" "Uh, not much," I replied, "except for the fact that you're a v.p. and work in the marketing department, that's all!" "I don't mean work related items, I mean about me outside of the office, like where I live, if I'm married, if I have any children, that sort of thing?" "I dunno," I answered slowly, "I guess I just figured a pretty lady like you was married, but I guess I really don't know anything about you at all!" Again letting her eyes drink in my youthful beauty, she replied, "Well, I'm not married, never have been, so naturally I don't have children, and I live on the near north side in a high rise with my cat, so I guess you could say that I'm a little bit lonely!" Nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I mumbled, "t-that's hard to believe, ma'am, I mean you're so pretty and all..." "All what," she asked softly? "I just meant that a lotta men would love taking you out," I answered, " I just can't imagine you staying at home every night, that's all!" "Well," she replied softly, "it's sad to say, but I do, but enough about me, I've got a question for you.

"What's that," he asked, "ask away." "Why don't you have a girl friend, you're a very handsome young man," she asked? "Oh, I don't know," I answered, "I guess I get too nervous when I'm around them, you know, tongue tied!" "You don't seem nervous around me, Stevie," she replied softly, "at least I hope you're not!" "Y-you're different," I stammered, "I don't know why but I just want to be around you, is that bad of me?" "Of course not, Stevie," she said, "I'm very flattered that you like me, and I just want you to know that I like you too, but enough of that, let's discuss the reason I had you stop in after hours, all right?" "Uh sure, fire away," I replied. "As I mentioned before," she said slowly, "I live alone, mostly by choice, as my work takes up an enormous amount of my time, and having a family just isn't feasible, do you understand so far?" Uh huh," I replied, "that makes sense, after all you've got a real important job, right?" "That right," Kimberly Owens replied, "I'm very busy, and consequently I'm afraid I feel very alone, especially at night when I'm all by myself, do you see what I mean?" "I-I'm not sure," I stammered, "what are you driving at, Mz. Owens?" After taking a deep breath, the fifty two year old executive stood up and calmly lifted her skirt above her waist, exposing her very fat lipped vagina to this pair of stunned young eyes!

"Stevie," she asked softly, "are you okay, you look a little pale?" "I-I'm just fine," I gulped, unable to take my eyes off of the incredible sight before me, "w-why are you showing me your, you know, your vagina?" "Do you like the way it looks, Stevie, right now it's very aroused," she moaned softly? "I-I've never even seen one before," I mumbled truthfully, "but it's making me feel all funny inside!" "That's how you're supposed to feel, dear," she whispered, "has anyone ever explained what a man does to a woman's vagina, how he takes care of her, and how he makes her feel so nice?" "No," I replied barely above a whisper, "what do they do?" While absentmindedly fingering herself, she replied, "Well, the first thing he does is put his tongue inside of her vagina and then suck her clitoris, do you think you can do that for me, Stevie, I really need it badly, and you want to help me out don't you?" "Of course I do," I answered quickly, "just tell me what to do!"

After retaking her seat and spreading her legs wide apart, Kimberly Owens motioned me to come to her, where upon she gently took me by the neck and pulled my face directly into her now steaming muff! "Jesus, that feels nice," she sighed as I worked my tongue all around her huge slit, "are you sure this is your first time, you're pretty good at it!" I quickly pulled away and while looking up to her replied, "Oh no, ma'am, believe me, this is my first time, I'd never lie to you, you gotta believe me!" She gently pulled my mouth back in place and replied softly, "I know this is your first time, Stevie, that was a rhetorical question that required no answer, now you just keep sucking mama's clit for her, okay?" I started to pull away to reply, but her hand firmly held me in place and she whispered, "Just eat, don't talk!" I had of course seen pictures of naked women, but nothing in the photos could have adequately prepared me for the intense sensations I felt when my face was buried in my boss's muffy! At first I was concerned that I was hurting her as her moans grew more intense, and when she finally bucked her vagina into my face I was sure of it, that is until she pulled my wet face up to her where she planted hundreds of little soft kisses all over me while thanking me profusely for making her cum! After she had calmed down a little, she gave me one last kiss on the lips and exclaimed, "Now my turn!"

With her skirt still up around her waist, Kimberly Owens expertly undid my belt and zipper before jerking my pants down around my ankles leaving me standing there in only my while cotton briefs! "W-what are you doing," I gasped as she ran her hand over the bulge in my underwear, "ohhhhhhh, that feels wonderful, oh my!" She looked up at me with a wry smile and whispered, "Would you like me to suck you off?!" "Y-you mean put my penis in your mouth," I asked in wonder?! "Exactly," she replied quickly, "now watch this," as she pulled my short over my full erection letting it slip easily into her hot hungry mouth! Staring down and seeing this picture of innocence with my cock in her mouth was more than an inexperienced lad could handle, and seconds later my pecker spasmed hard, filling the old cock hound's throat with a hot load of teenage spunk! "I'm sorry," I moaned, "I-I couldn’t help it, it just happened!" "Sorry," she questioned, "that was just what the doctor ordered, I can't wait to do it again!"

Completely satisfied I slumped against Kimberly's desk and ogled the older woman's dripping cunt! "How was it," she asked while savoring the last vestiges of the hot sperm shooter I had just given her! "It was better than I ever could have imagined," I gushed, "I didn't even know people did that sort of thing, you know, with their mouths and all!" "What did you think they did," she asked softly while stroking her cunt?" "Well, you know," I said shyly, "regular sex!" "Hmmmmm, I'm not sure what regular sex is," she said blankly, "maybe you'd better explain it to me!" Realizing right away that she was teasing me, I chuckled and turned red while watching her masturbate! After a few more minutes of rest, Kimberly said, "Ya know what, I have a good idea, let's try that "regular sex" thing you were talking about!" Quick as a cat, Kimberly Owens hopped up on the edge of her large desk, spread her legs wide apart, and pulled me by my erect cock into her steaming opening! She was moaning loudly as my ass went into overdrive slamming my hard meat in and out of her with brutal ferocity! "H-holy fuck," she stammered, "you're fucking me so good, just like a fucking stud boy should, ohhhhhhhhhh yeah, fucking give me your fucking pecker you fucking cunt lapper, fuck me like a fucking whore!" My pecker was now literally a blur as I pounded in and out of her like an automatic trip hammer, until my whole body tensed up while I emptied my nut deep inside of her gray haired pussy and finally collapsing in a heap on top of her!

"Stevie," she whispered while my shrinking pecker slid out of her well fucked cunt, "from now on you have several new duties to perform, I'd say at least twice a week, maybe more, do you think you can handle it?" Dropping to my knees and holding my mouth inches form her drooling cunt I replied, "I think we'd better go for the "maybe more", don't you?!"