Another fucking work function. I hate these soirees where you have to pretend you want to hang out with your coworkers. I’d much rather spend the evening at home, fucking my girlfriend with objects from every room in the house.
But she’s a good little bitch. So she rises to the occasion and always picks out something a little slutty to wear.
We’d been out of the shower for at least 20 minutes by now. I had one hand in her pussy while I washed her back, and she was good enough to make sure my cock was squeaky clean with her mouth after lathering it up and rinsing it off. She loves to eat my precum, savours it in her mouth and usually sticks her tongue into mine so we can share the flavour.
I’m always good at reciprocating, keeping my hand out of the water stream so I can lick off her gobs of girlcum and spit them into her mouth before we share the flavour. I love when her mouth smells like her cunt … makes me want to suck on her tongue.
She was finishing getting ready when I came back into the washroom to put on cologne. Her dress was a bit more conservative than I would prefer, and a quick check up her legs revealed that she was wearing panties. She knows better than this, and the look in her eyes makes clear she knows what’s coming next.
“Oh, being modest tonight?” I ask. “Very well. So, what shall I stuff you with?”
Like a good little slut, she responds with, “You’d know better than I would.”
She’s just playing. I’ve caught her fucking herself with everything from a hammer to a wine bottle, so she knows how to stretch her pussy, but she always demurs to my desires.
I look around at the counter and decide she’ll be wearing her perfume bottle for the night. I overcome the urge to tear her panties off, since I know the bottle will slide right out of her … it has to be kept in somehow, and this is the only reason I still allow her to own underwear at all: for my pleasure.
As I’m behind her with one arm firmly against her chest, I let her feel my hard cock between her ass cheeks. My other hand grabs the bottle, pulls her panties aside and sticks it in her cunt bottom first. I enjoy feeling it slide inside of her, her labia closing around the spritzer. I spray a couple of pumps into her panties so that that overwhelming cunt smell can wait until I’m playing with her again.
She whimpers a bit and collapses against me as I continue to play with the bottle in her pussy. Once I’m satisfied with where it’s lodged, my hand moves up and I start rubbing the outside of her urethra. I know she wants her clit played with, but I’m not about to give her a reward for putting on panties without asking.
She looks up at me, and I decide to show some mercy, undoing my fly and allowing her to drink up the precum this process has created. But I don’t kiss her this time. She needs to savour that taste on her own as punishment.
I zip up, and motion toward the garage. I can’t wait for my coworkers to be reminded what a well-behaved girl I have.
Evenings like these, I almost regret driving a stick. Don’t get me wrong, she loves to fuck my shifter. I only know this because when we were driving out to the beach one night, she undid her seatbelt, straddled the stick, and went to town. I had to tell her what gear I wanted to shift into as I worked the clutch and her cunt did the rest.
But for tonight, her pussy was already stuffed, so I did the only thing I could do: Take poorly maintained backroads so the perfume bottle was constantly jolting. Her plaintive, quiet murmurs were so cute, and my plan to disguise the smell of her pussy clearly backfired.
I reached over and pushed on the spritzer a couple more times, much harder than I needed to, so the base of the bottle would be pressed up against her cervix. I knew I’d be playing with that later.
The event was at one of those local hotels with a few ballrooms of varying sizes, and we had the smallest reserved. It fit the 50-or-so of us just fine, with a cash bar. There were hors d’ oeuvres, some of which I wanted to eat out of her cunt. And I told her as much while we walked around the tables.
“Wouldn’t you like to feel this inside of you? Shame you had to go and put on panties, because now it’s just the perfume bottle for you.”
We both grabbed some food and sat down at a tall table.
I reached my foot up and started playing with her pussy under the table. I leaned in and asked her what she really wanted from the buffet. She bit her lower lip, almost ashamed of showing me what a slut she was.
“One of the pears,” she said.
“I think we could make that work,” I responded. “But first, you need to be empty.”
She winced, and I knew that she was going to feel empty once the perfume bottle was out. We left the ballroom, and I’m pretty certain she thought we were going to the washroom, but I had other plans. We sat down on a sofa in the lobby, and I told her to spread her legs.
Passersby weren’t really paying attention, which was disappointing. She was about to flash her distended pussy for all to see, and no one cared!
My right arm was around her shoulders as she nestled into me. I reached up her dress with the other hand and fiddled around with the spritzer, making sure to forcefully move the buried bottle around in her cunt.
Once she was a quivering mess, I used my arm to turn her toward me and focused on her pussy. While getting caught would have been fun, I wanted to watch a pear disappear inside of her, maybe even more than she wanted it in her. Such a good slut.
I pulled her panties to the side, and she knew what I expected. She slowly pushed the perfume bottle out of her cunt, and it landed with a thud on my crotch, leaving a distinct wet spot on my good trousers.
She looked down with horror, realizing what she’d just done … and where that bottle would go.
As nonchalantly as I could, I spit on the bottle and moved her so I had easy access to her asshole. I tore her panties off and left them on the sofa … if she wanted to be such a slut, she was going to have to keep control of her sphincter and pussy.
The irregularly shaped perfume bottle wasn’t the easiest to get in her ass, but she’d asked for it. Those little whimpers came out each time she exhaled. Slowly, to make her aware of how much of a process this would be, I slid the bottle up her ass. Once her butt swallowed it, just as her cunt had, I spritzed a few more times.
Without saying a word, and leaving her panties on the sofa for someone else to find, we went back to the ballroom.
She was clearly distracted as I reintroduced her to several coworkers. She didn’t care about their names or how long we’d worked together; she just wanted a pear in her cunt, and the bottle in her ass didn’t satiate that craving. But she definitely smelled sweet between her legs.
As I was doing the perfunctory pleasantries with other directors, I made sure to put my hand on what looked like her ass, when I was really playing with the bottle. She got limp against me eventually, and we excused ourselves to go “find more food.”
Well, it was pretty obvious what she was hungry for. And her mouth didn’t enter into the equation.
We went back to the fruit table, and I rifled through the pears, making sure to find one that was both huge and irregularly shaped. When I found one to my liking, she was nearly drooling from all her holes.
I knew I’d enjoy the pear later, but I took a bite all the same so she could feel the moisture … I made sure to lick the bite so she’d know my spit was going into her cunt.
We were standing by a table when one of my direct reports came up to say hi. I used the distraction of them shaking hands to position the large end of the pear against her hole. She was good about not flinching, which made me proud.
He wanted to talk about a project that wasn’t due for six months, so I reminded him of the timeframe as I guided my girlfriend’s hand to the pear and used a bit of force to show her I wasn’t kidding about it going inside of her. She’d literally asked for it.
We discussed a bullet point on the project as I felt the pear get sucked in by her pussy. Her wide eyes were obvious to me, but maybe not to anyone else. I made an excuse to get out of a conversation I didn’t want to be in, and we went back to the bar for another round.
I could feel the small end of the pear sticking out of her as I stood behind her and nonchalantly played with her protrusions. We ordered and went back to mingling. She could barely walk with both of her holes filled, but I just explained she was a lightweight when it came to drinking, and I got more than a few knowing smiles.
Being stuffed like this came at a cost, and I knew what it was. Now her peehole would be hungry. I looked around the room for something that wouldn’t be a hazard …
My eyes caught a straw, and while I thought that would be fun, I didn’t need her peeing as she walked across the carpeted room. It would be rude to the hotel.
Then I remembered the cocktail forks. I grabbed one as we once again walked out into the lobby. This time, we were headed to the washroom.
I let her go into the women’s room, and when she announced it was empty, I followed her in. I silently guided her into the handicapped stall and locked it. I’d only had a chance to lift her dress before two other women came in.
We were silent at first as they did their business, but I wanted them to know what we were up to, so I stuck the fork in her mouth and let her get it wet and ready before spreading her legs and watching the handle disappear into her urethra. She wasn’t able to stay quiet, and the other women stopped talking for a moment.
By now, I was feeling a little evil. I played with the bottle in her ass, then put my mouth around the pear top sticking out of her cunt. I took a big bite, taking out the stem and dropping it in her mouth. I could tell she came right then.
We let the other women leave before opening the stall. She looked like she’d just been fucked for hours, puffy eyes and uneven facial movements. I knew it was because she was so stuffed, and my cock sprang to attention. I considered unloading on her hair and having her leave my cum there, but in the end, I was satisfied to know that my coworkers were talking to her with a fork in her peehole. She looked like she had an erect penis, if you were looking at her crotch.
I thought we’d leave the washroom, but she was hungry for cum. And she didn’t care who came in as she pushed me against the wall between the sinks and unzipped my trousers. Before I even knew what was happening, the tip of my cock was in her throat, and from the cooing noises she made, I knew she was finally happy, all four holes stuffed.
Imagine my surprise when my boss walked in.
She took a moment to ascertain what was going on, smiled at me and asked why I’d not introduced my girlfriend.
I came up with some half-assed excuse, which she stopped in its tracks. “We’re here to have fun tonight. Don’t worry about it.” Then she looked at my girlfriend and asked if I was keeping her satisfied. My cock still in her mouth, she nodded yes, and my boss told me to make sure that continued to be the case.
She went into a stall while my girlfriend continued sucking me off. After a loud flush, she reemerged and walked over to us.
“He didn’t cum yet?” she asked, almost like it was a performance review.
She washed her hands and was getting ready to leave when she suspected more was at play. She saw the fork sticking out of what should be a smooth dress. Then, with a bit of a sigh, she told us to have fun, looking back on the scene as the left the washroom.
For my part, my boss interrupting us made cumming an impossibility, regardless of how she couched it.
I extracted my cock from my girlfriend’s mouth, and she didn’t need further explanation. It’s almost like she was more into sucking my cock while we were being watched. And I don’t even like fellatio, but the things we do for love.
Looking down at the fork sticking out of her dress, I lifted it up and licked around all of her stuffed holes. God, there’s nothing that gets me hotter than smelling pussy everywhere.
“I guess we should get back,” I said.
But I really just wanted to watch her squirm with all her holes filled.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i7gukf/mf_a_night_out_for_work_insertions_included