This was the part of the job Chrissy hated – Part 1

This was the part of the job Chrissy hated.

She supposed she couldn’t expect much better. In fact, considering that we just a volunteer working on the representative’s campaign, she should consider herself privileged that she wasn’t out on sign-planting duty. But still, could there be a more boring job than this? The campaign headquarters for the southwestern part of the state had been given a toy by a contributor. It was the latest and greatest in computer dictation technology. In principle, someone would just speak into a headset and the computer would transcribe what they said. And the chairwoman loved to dictate. Minutes of meetings. New ideas for strategies. She seemed to think that every though in her head was worth committing to silicon. But like most computer dictation, the thing didn’t work perfectly. It worked well but would occasionally come up with embarrassing spelling. Worse, Mrs. Kelly had a tendency to talk on the phone and forget to turn the dictation off.

Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for Chrissy, the computer recorded a long audio file of the transcript. So it was Chrissy’s job to read through the transcript, correct any word choice errors and edit the grammar, remove any extraneous conversation that had wondered in while the dictation was on. And to listen to the audio file whenever the computer seemed confused about a word.

So the pretty brown-haired girl was spending her Saturday morning reading through some boring press release Mrs. Kelly had recorded the night before. It needed to be out by the afternoon. She corrected a few things in a haze. She’d been out late the night before and was feeling the effects. She allowed her mind to drift. She’d gone out with her boyfriend Dave. Hanging out in a bar had let to hanging out in their dorm had led to perfunctory sex. Dave was only her second lover and while he was better than the first, she was still waiting to really enjoy it. She liked everything leading up to the sex, but the sex itself left her rather disappointed. Not that this seemed to matter to him.

Mrs. Kelly seemed to be wrapping up the press release but the file was much longer. Chrissy paged down to see a mass of red flags from the computer that indicated non sequiturs or incomprehensible words. She sighed. This was going to be a long time.

In the middle of a sentence came the words: “Hello, Paul. I’ll be with you in just a second.”

Chrissy paused, a little surprise. Paul was a campaign worker. But the time code indicated this was recorded late. What was he doing in her office that late?

Mrs. Kelly seemed to finish the press release about halfway through the file. The last line trailed off into “Give me just a second, hon.”

Hon? “Marcia Kelly speaking,” Chrissy realized she’d once again answered the phone while dictating. She quickly scrolled down through the text until she saw, “OK, we’ll take care of that. Bye.” and cut the text.

The next words were, “Come over here” followed by a mass of errors. Clearly, Mrs. Kelly had once again forgotten that just taking the headset off did not actually turn the recording off.

Curious, Chrissy opened the audio file and skipped to that section. What greeted her almost knocked her over with shock. It was the sound of kissing.

She stopped the file and looked up over the wall over her cubicle. She could see into Mrs. Kelly’s office from this angle. The middle-aged woman was sitting at her desk as though everything in the world were normal. A turn showed Paul at his desk, also acting normally, sorting out some papers. What in the world? They were both married and not to each other.

Chrissy knew she should just delete the audio file, cut the rest of the dictation and finish the job. What else could she do? Confront them? What good would that do? She’d just be fired.

Without thinking about it, she leaned in and started the file again. The kissing continued, becoming slowly interspersed with moans and groans. An image began to form in Chrissy’s head — her demure boss and Paul making out with abandon in the campaign office. She could almost see them, Mrs. Kelly — or Marcia as she heard Paul moan — sitting on the desk, her legs around Paul as he groped her firm ass and ground against her. Chrissy realized the idea turned her on.

“I’ve been so fucking wet, thinking about you today,” moaned Marcia. Chrissy was shocked to hear her talk that way. She’d never heard Mrs. Kelly swear in six weeks on the campaign. The next words were even more shocking. “All day long I’ve wanted you inside me.”

Chrissy heard a zipper and Marcia moaned loudly as Paul freed her body from the confining dress. She could hear Paul’s grin in his voice. “Have I told you that you have the best tits I’ve ever seen?”

“Well don’t just stand there gawking,” she replied. “They need attention.”

More kisses then his muffled voice. “I hoped you were wearing this bra. I’ve been hard all day wondering what you had on under this.” “I know it’s your favorite,” answered Marcia. “And black lace makes me feel so naughty.”

Chrissy’s nipples hardened against the conservative cotton of her own modest 36C bra. The idea that her boss — her boss! — could be wearing slinky underwear beneath her ultra-fashionable clothes — specifically to arouse an adulterous lover — was shocking. Shocking and arousing. She wanted to stop listening. She needed to. But she couldn’t.

No words were spoken for the next few minutes. The only sounds were kisses and moans and the occasional rustles or zips from clothes being removed. Chrissy imagined it in her mind, the two lovers groping each other desperately as they shed their clothing, their entire day having built up to this explosive encounter. Marcia would be wearing black lace panties to match the praised bra. Her pert figure would do justice to them. Chrissy blushed as she imagined Paul in boxers, his hard cock making a distinct shape against their surface. She crossed and uncrossed her legs as her pussy began to get wet listening to last night’s encounter.

Chrissy’s eyes flicked back to the computer screen and she saw the next words that were about to be spoken.

Her eyes widened in surprise and her excitement built until Marcia voiced them: “You’re so fucking big,” she gasped. Chrissy’s little cunt tightened at the pure lust in Marcia’s voice. “I can’t believe you’ve fucked me with that . . . thing.”

Not only that,” growled Paul. “I’m going to fuck you with this . . . thing.”

Chrissy swore she could hear Marcia smile. “Not unless you get me ready. You know how wet I have to be to squeeze that monster in my little puss.”

Chrissy stopped the tape. She was trembling she was so turned on. Slowly, she stood up until she could barely see over the top of the cubicles. Her eyes found Paul and her cunt tightened down in arousal. He looked like an ordinary man in his early 30’s. She’d never noticed a particularly large bulge in his crotch — not that she’d been looking of course. But now she noticed he did tend to wear baggy pants. Her nipples began to ache as she wondered just how big he was. Eight inches long? Ten? More? Was that even possible? And how big around?

Chrissy found herself more aroused by the idea of Paul having a thick cock between his legs than a long one — something that would really stretch a woman out.

She collapsed back into the chair, her face red. How could she be thinking such things? She should delete the file right now. Her hand moved to the mouse. But instead of deleting it she started it up again.

For the next few minutes, she heard the captivating sounds of Paul going down on Mrs. Kelly. Licking and kissing interrupted by her high-pitched moans and occasional “Yes, right there!” “You’re so good at this!” “You’ll make me cum!”

Chrissy’s panties got wetter and wetter as she listened to Marcia’s moans get more and more rhythmic, higher and tighter as her climax approached.

“I’m so close!” Marcia cried out right as she was about to reach a crescendo. Suddenly, the noises stopped.
“No, don’ t stop, you bastard! I’m so . . . Yes, put that fucker in me now!”

Chrissy paused the file and peeked over her cubby walls. She could see Paul and Marcia were now talking at the door of her office. There was nothing in their stance, nothing in their manner that betrayed what she was hearing. She could not imagine these to normal-looking people becoming the animals she was hearing on the file.

Paul was average looking with short dark hair and hazel eyes. In his slacks, button-down shirt and tie, he looked more like an accountant than the well-hung stud who has making a woman beg him to fuck her. And her boss? Mrs. Kelly was in her late 30’s, maybe 5’4″ with a firm compact body. She was wearing a conservative black blouse that rose to her beck and a black skirt that descended below the knee. But the concealing clothes hinted at a good figure underneath — a full ass and
a promising bust riding high and prominent on her chest. Was this the same woman — with her hair pulled back in a bun and old-lady glasses that made her look like a governess — who was creaming her co-workers skilled mouth?
She sat down, trembling slightly — with fear, shock or excitement or all three she wasn’t sure.

And she started the file again.

There was a lot of grunting and moaning as Paul mounted their sexy boss. When Mrs. Kelly let out a loud moan, Chrissy knew he’d entered her, that his big dick was sliding into her.

“You’re so fucking thick,” growled Marcia, making Chrissy even wetter. “And you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted back.

“That’s because I’m cumming,” she hissed. Within moments, she was again making the short tight high-pitched gasps that heralded her pending climax. But this time, Paul kept going and she quickly exploded in a burst of incoherent cries that made Chrissy’s pussy ache with need. Chrissy had never heard of a woman having such a powerful orgasm, let alone experienced one. Could Marcia be faking? If so, she deserved an academy award. Her moans and cries sounded so real.

Finally they stopped for a moment.
“Before you fuck me anymore,” gasped Marcia. “You’d better put one of those things on.” Pause. “I know. I hate it too. But I’m ovulating.”

A slurping sound as he pulled his monster penis out of her saturated cunt. A tearing sound. Then the fumbling as Paul put the large condom on. Chrissy had always wondered what it would be like to see a guy whip out a magnum-sized condom and know he had the meat to do it justice.

“Hurry! Hurry! I need you back inside me!”
Another pause and then the slick wet sound of Paul putting his huge dick back insider her. Marcia sighed contentedly as she was filled.

“Yes, yes, my darling. I love having you inside me.” Some kissing and groping. “Now, fuck me.”

Chrissy listened in rapture as they went on, their animalistic grunts and groans interspersed with the wet sounds of Mrs. Kelly’s pussy being stuffed over and over again. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty, half an hour. Chrissy couldn’t believe Paul’s stamina as he fucked her boss through two more orgasms, silent against a constant stream of dirty talk from Mrs. Kelly that shocked Chrissy to her foundations. She could never have imagined her straight-laced boss asking her adulterous lover to “Fill me up!” or cooing over how big and hard he was and how he was fucking her brains out.

Chrissy knew she should stop listening. That sooner or later her boss would ask her for the corrected text. But she was frozen, unable to stop listening to the amazing encounter.

Toward the end, when they stopped long enough to change positions and Marcia said, “Yes. Take me from behind. You get so deep that way.” Chrissy couldn’t resist anymore. She took a quick glance around the office, saw that no one else was around — even Paul and Mrs. Kelly were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps off recreating what she was hearing?

She sat back down, reached beneath her skirt and began to stroke her aching clit through her pink cotton panties. Relief began to wash over her as she approached an orgasm, even while listening to the coupling of her two co-workers. She listened and masturbated as Paul and Marcia approached the end of their mating. His strokes were getting longer, deeper and more erratic. Her moans were trailing off.

“I can’t take any more,” she finally mumbled. “Finish me off. Cum for me.”
This seemed to be what Paul had been waiting for.

“Whatever you want,” he grunted. And the pace of his fucking suddenly picked up, the sounds of his cock entering her grew more frantic. His crotch began to make smacking noises as it impacted against Mrs. Kelly’s ass.

“You’re killing me!” she hissed. “Fuck that pussy! Fuck it! Fuck it! Cum in it! Make it yours you big stud!”

Chrissy’s vision began to swim. The building tension in her soaked pussy was matching the frenzied action on the dictaphone. The slurping sounds of Paul’s massive cock plundering Marcia’s clutching pussy grew more intense; his grunting became louder and more forceful; her moans higher-pitched.

“I’m cumming again!” she cried out. “So am I!” he grunted.

“So am I,” Chrissy thought. She close her eyes and gripped the desk hard as her clit throbbed hard against her finger. She tightened down and tightened down as her orgasm stretched out, enhanced by the sound of Paul making his last hefty thrusts into the moaning and squealing Marcia. Chrissy wondered if Paul’s balls were big as well and if he was filling the oversized condom with a massive load of semen.

She continued to stroke herself through the most intense orgasm of her life as she imagined his thick twitching head crushing the bloated cum-filled condom tip against Marcia’s spasming cervix, each thrust threatening to burst the thin latex and send a deluge of sperm into her fertile womb.

Finally, her orgasm began to fade — even as she heard her boss’ frantic coupling slow and stop.

“You make me cum so hard with that monster,” giggled Marcia in a dazed post-coital voice Chrissy would never have imagined her capable of.

Chrissy stopped the file as her orgasm faded. She was beginning to remember where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. She realized she should finish the job and get the text back to Marcia, er. Mrs. Kelly. But as these thoughts formed, a voice behind her almost gave her a heart attack.

“I’m guessing you enjoyed listening to us?”

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