Another entrance occupied

Come early afternoon Stacy finally found herself a few dishevelled moments to gulp down the packed lunch she’d brought in with her. She lay back on the sort of ‘throne’ of boxes she’d made for herself in the cramped confines of her stationary cupboard. It was fairly comfortable to be honest: The cardboard containers full of files and paper having been pretty much crumpled into an exact fit for her slim body, as four or five grown men had pounded her against them by now. Her skirt was now effectively just a belt, wrapped up in itself around her midriff with the slit in its side almost certainly having torn upwards to the waist. Her blouse flapped open, missing a couple of buttons now and trailing off her shoulders. Her tights were laddered and a hole had been torn through the crotch to allow ‘easier access’ while she could still wrap the texture around them with her legs, a move which seemed to be proving very popular. It would seem she was going to buy a new pair for every time she came here at this rate… Stacy wondered if she could get Mr Banks to write that off for her as ‘necessary business expenses’. It might be an idea to get a bulk load of condoms ordered in as well… There was a used and spilling one still glued to her chest, left by the last one to visit her as a trophy of sorts. She’d tied several of the others up in knots and hooked them in the waistband of her skirt. It had sent the fellas wild to see that.

The girl was just finishing off her last bite of sandwich when the door swung open again. She was so geared in to this routine by now that she just waved the visitor in… it was about time for those who wanted second helpings to start appearing. Only, whoever it was seemed to hesitate under the flickering electric light, as if startled by what he saw laid out before him. In sudden indignant panic Stacy realised who it was who’d come visiting. “Come in and close the door!” she barked, through a mouth still full of breadcrumbs.

The anxious figure hurried to do as he was told, clearly still not quite able to believe what he was seeing. Dan was the youngest member of staff, barely a few years older than Stacy herself and still the butt of most of the office’s jokes. He was most certainly not one of Ralph’s first picks for who could be trusted to know about Stacy’s activities. As confirmed by his stammering “Stacy what are you? …Who did tha--- Are those all-?!”

Stacy was determined not to let this situation slip out of her control. This was bound to happen sooner or later wasn’t it… Now it was as much a part of her job to make sure this didn’t ruin everything as all the other bits. She kept her voice flat and calm. “They’re all used condoms, Dan, yes. I like to keep track…”

This only made the young man’s eyes bulge out further though. “But you’re here for… I was only two years ahead of you at school… Does Mr Banks know you’re…”

The girl’s glare was scorching, considering who might have looked like they should of been caught out in the more compromising position, it was all the newcomer who was squirming with guilt and contrition.

“Yes, of course he knows. This is what Tom hired me for… to be the office fucktoy for those he could trust to keep their traps shut about it… Can we trust you, Dan? Are you man enough to handle knowing I’m up here… ready to use whenever you like?” She couldn’t help a slightly wicked grin creeping across her face at this. She liked the feel of spinning her webs around him like this.

“Oh… umm… I guess… Sure, you can trust me. But… when you say ‘use whenever I like…’ you mean...?”

Stacy rolled herself languidly around, giving him good luxurious views of all of the goods, before ending up with her ass presented invitingly toward him.

“I mean slide on in, Danny-boy. I can already see you don’t need any warming up like the old men do… Wouldn’t you like to have a go in my pretty little butt? I remember you looking me over once or twice, back in school… Now’s your chance to grab hold of what you wanted!”

The young man seemed almost hypnotically drawn forward by the light gleaming off her wiggling rump. Though still he was hesitating, staring down the puckered star that winked at him from between the split tears in her legwear.

“But… even my girlfriend hasn’t ever let me fuck her in the-... are you sure about this?! I can’t believe Mr Banks would let us just…”

Stacy snapped at him, the built up horniness inside of her fed up with all this umming and erring over what was a very simple offer really.

“Well then your girlfriend’s an idiot for possibly limiting her own avenues of pleasure just on silly pride… I told you, this is what I’m here for! I’m just an experiment in corporate entertainment opportunities made of several warm, wet holes and a tongue. Now are you going to fuck me in the ass or not?! ‘Cause I’m sure somebody else’ll turn up in a minute who will!”

That did it, the schoolgirl heard the encouraging jangle of a belt being fumbled with behind her shortly before the deep, cleansing push of a lump of meat forcing its way into her back passage. It still hurt a little, to begin with, having her rear doorway knocked upon by such a thick and probing invasion. Yet soon the deep inner satisfaction of her muscles clenching around rhythmic thrusts soothed any complaints. Another notch for her bedposts. Another note for her diary. Life was good.