I actually wonder if the boss only knew. This is yet another office story, my own. The ones I read here are quite believable because a lot of fucking takes place in offices. Those who have worked in them know it. I speak of offices of firms that are in advertising, communications, the arts, studios, films, etc. I don't know about accounting offices since I never worked in one.

My story starts with me running out of ink for my printer and going to the supply room. Before I walked in (the door is always open but there is an immediate right turn to get to the supplies) I heard a steady pounding. Wham, wham, wham, wham, like that. Turning the corner I saw Madge, the office librarian (we publish stuff) bent over the supply desk. I have to explain that Madge is no dream-girl. She was in her late 50's and her body was nondescript. She also wore thick glasses and her gray hair looked like an old wig she threw on as she left her home, like an old hat.

All that said, I saw Ronnie, the errand kid who delivers mail and other shit, a little, skinny kid that can't yet be 20, pounding the absolute bone marrow out of Madge. Before ducking away, however, I noticed Madge's ass. Her ass cheeks were large, tight and round...not extreme but aesthetic and noticeable, a fine ass for an old bird. I knew Madge but over the few years I was there we simply exchanged pleasantries. She reminded me of someone's granny.

After ducking out of there, the hot vision of Madge's ass remained in my head. It began to have a life of its own. I started wanting a shot at it. I could not believe it, especially when I walked by Madge's desk in the next day or so. Then I realized if the fucking little shitty kid can do it so can I. Waiting for lunch, I went to Madge's desk and asked if I could join her. My imagination was shut down so I simply said "I almost walked into the supply room last Monday."

"Oh, I suppose you saw us. So what?" We looked at each other and finally I said, "I was just surprised." Madge put her coffee down on the desk and leaned toward me. She whispered, "The kid was walking around with a boner and he saw me noticing. One word followed another. Get it?"

Then, she looked into my eyes and said, "So? I suppose you want some too?" This was like my fucking granny talking to me about fucking. Impossible, but true. I almost lost my composure but said, "Would you like it?" She said, "Sure, I've been watching you, too, and wondered what you're all about, so, you want to fuck me?" When I heard her ask the question, it then began to take on a hot, realistic feel to it and the vision of that surprisingly tight, firm ass came back strongly. I wanted in to it. She said, "when?" I said, "Now?" She said, "No, if we do it I can't do it in the supply room any longer. Linda told me that she also nearly walked in on me once. I can go tonight if you're willing to wait until after the office closes or you want to do it at your place. My house is out, my husband is always home before me."

The hours dragged on and I became truly horny for the old bird. Finally, at five, people began to leave. Madge signaled to me from her desk after the last one left and said, "The Janitor gets in in 60 minutes so we have to get with it soon." Madge lead me into the women's toilet and I noticed it was much nicer than the men's. In it was a small dressing room and I followed her in there, nervously, now surprise by my own lack of sophistication about all of it. She said, "Doggy? I like that." Thinking of that stuck out, round ass, I mumbled, "yes, yes."

She said, casually, "I'm beyond my monthlies and can take your cum and prefer you to come in me." She was bent over leaning on a dressing table and I slipped smoothly into her. She was deliciously all lubed up and we began to make a farting sound as I drove it in and out, which made us both hotter for what we were doing. I moved my hips from side to side and up and down and in circles as I thrust into her and she said, "My, you really go for it, that feels so fucking good. I wish Henry fucked like that or just fucked at all, for that matter, don't stop." As she talked her breathless voice sounded more like the older lady that she was but my view of her ass drove me on and thrust hard into her. The look of her ass defied her age. She also had large, powerful calves and thighs.

We went at it for at least half an hour. Madge started stroking her clit and as I felt her approach, I moved harder and faster trying for a simultaneous. It would be two or more fucks later that we finally began to achieve that. I used to sit with her at lunch sometimes. We would talk about sex and at one point she said she had done, including me, six men in that office through the years. I don't know if she did little Ronnie again but I did not see him around so I suspected he left the firm. Madge and I became steady fuckers and we enjoyed it tremendously, always after closing. No one had a single clue as to anything between is, especially how much fucking we were doing. I left the company two years later and for some time, exchanged greeting cards with Madge. I sent her one on her 60th birthday.

Until the last time we screwed, she still had that wonderful, powerful ass and legs that I liked so much.





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by Anonymous on Jul 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM

I had an office situation like that a while back. I was always amazed by how good illicit sex is compared to married sex. The two of us were married to other people and the sex was indescribable.

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by Anonymous on Dec 1, 2017 at 9:55 PM

As long as nobody knew and she wanted it i'd fuck her too no matter her age. Pussy is pussy.

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