The Christmas Party
"What are you doing?" Mark yelled over the sound of
the music playing in the main office. He liked Cindy and usually
kept an eye on her.
Cindy loved to wear short skirts, and he loved to
watch her in them. She had a killer set of legs, and a perfect
ass just made for licking.
When he saw Cindy enter the copy room with a glass
of wine, and a peculiar expression on her face, he followed. She
was sitting on the copy machine. Her short, checkered skirt
showed an ample portion of her firm, meaty thighs. Mark moved
closer, ogling the expanse of exposed female flesh. She was a
Cindy kicked her feet happily, dropping her high-heeled shoes as she finished her wine. She tossed the glass to Mark and giggled when he
tried to catch it. After fumbling for a heart-stopping moment,
he held it against his chest, trying not to spill his own
"Making a copy," she yelled with her eyes closed
and a crazy expression on her face. She opened her blue eyes and
looked at him with a challenging expression, then reached down
for the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up to her waist, while
wiggling her butt from side to side. When the dress sat in a
ring around her sweet ass, she reached down and yanked her white
panties down and kicked them to him with a stocking-encased foot.
He caught them and glanced at them in wonder, then slid them
inside his suit pocket for closer inspection later. He moved
around directly in front of Cindy to get a beaver shot. She
smiled at him and pressed the copy button. The bright light of
the copy machine outlined her ass and pussy like no other light
could. He took a deep, shuddering breath and looked on in
wonder. It was very erotic, getting a close-up beaver shot of
the most beautiful and hard to get woman in the office. She
fucked nobody. And there it was, the coveted pussy of the
sweetest girl he had ever know. Her soft thighs and brown hair
were very erotic. His manhood throbbed, making an obvious tent
in the front of his pants. But Cindy didn't seem to notice.
Cindy watched the machine photocopy her ass. She
reached down and pulled the first copy from the bin, and handed
it to Mark.
"Would you eat that?" she demanded in drunken
"Oh hell yes," he gasped, looking at the inflated
picture of her ass, and her large-lipped pussy. It was extremely
"I have left these pictures at the last five
Christmas parties, but nobody could ever identify them. Do you
"Because there are over 75 women here?"
"No, because nobody has seen it before. Know
"I haven't been fucked in over a year. Nobody here
wants to fuck me."
"Bullshit. Everybody here wants to fuck you,
including me. But we know that you won't."
"I don't know. You haven't dated anybody in the
office, or the entire building, for that matter."
"Nobody asked me but complete assholes. I don't
date assholes," she said, looking at the growing pile of
pictures. "Maybe I should sign them."
"No! No, Cindy, don't do that. They will fire
"Yeah, but I could get fucked."
"I will be happy to fuck you," Mark said with a
great deal of restraint.
"You will? Right here on the machine?"
"Sure, if that's what you want," he said
"I do. I want pictures," she said, shutting off
the machine. "Fuck me," she demanded, raising her legs and
bending her knees. She rested her feet on the glass of the
machine. Mark gave the glass a worried look, then hurriedly
began tearing off his clothes. He approached Cindy with his cock
wagging in front of him like a great white tail.
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