Oh, to be a doll

Ralph turned up about halfway through Dan’s foray into Stacy’s dark abysses. The young man had her squeaking like an unoiled mouse as he bounced off of her rosy cheeks. The fairly-well-practiced-by-now cock absorber was actually quite impressed. The young man wasn’t the biggest or most thumping invader she’d had the pleasure of enveloping, but he seemed able to just go and go without cumming, slamming away at the exact same pace. There was something special about anal sex that built a long, slow and utterly deep climax in her. She could feel it coming from miles down the road… and Dan’s endless slugging presence seemed to hold it just on the edge of exploding within her, letting that pressure just build and build.

Ralph was a peculiar one. Old even by the rest of the company’s standards, he struck you as the kind of wise, homely grandad figure that never minced words. Someone you could never get a read on the opinions of. If he was surprised to see Dan taking a turn at Stacy, he didn’t show it with more than a grunt. However the eternal receiver felt her young man of the moment begin to slow down in yet more nervous hesitation. So determined to bridge the gap before he faltered and all her wonderful building pleasures faded away.

“Hey there Ralphy! Dan here found out about us I’m afraid… but I think he’s going to keep quiet about it, aren’t ya Dan?”

The young man seemed a little put upon to be asked a question by the girl he was currently fucking, while one of his supervisors stood by watching. Yet he managed to gulp through a reply… and bring his lagging thrusts back up to speed.

“Err yessir… I won’t tell nobody, honest… I just couldn’t believe this was going on up here… or that Stacy’s so… amenable about it…”

Ralph shrugged, apparently satisfied with that answer. Enough to sidle round to the girl’s front and lower his own fly. Stacy was well prepared for this. Ralph was one of the few workers who would only come to her once in the day, always seeming to enjoy just a good, old-fashioned and slobbery BJ with no fluttering eyelashes or excess noises needed. She got to work while the pair of them stared off over each end of her, one clearly more troubled by this than the other.

“So err… this is just what Stacy comes in for now then, huh?” The young man couldn’t seem to deal with just the silence and squelching noises that filled their surroundings. “She’s like ‘shared company property’ ...or something?”

Ralph’s only reply to this was to look down at the ‘property’ in question... and wink. She gurgled beamingly back.

“So could we like… dress her up and stuff too? Maybe bring in some things from home… to use on her?”

Now this question peaked both sets of interest, coming rather from left field as it did. Maybe there was more to this one than she’d thought, mused Stacy.

“What do you mean?” Grumbled Ralph, not intimidatingly, but probing. He sounded genuinely intrigued.

Dan, though, was of course immediately back on edge at all the attention he’d drawn. “Err… I mean… it’s just that it’s Halloween next week, and you know what the costumes are like these days… only Sarah’ll never wear one for me. And Stacy’s already giving me something else I never get at home I just thought… we could all bring her one in… or something…”

Ralph looked non-plussed for a second, then with a twinkle in his eye he leaned forward to get a better look of where the younger man was entering their conjoining coworker. Upon leaning back again he gave Stacy another brief grin… this one looked impressed.

“Well I don’t see why not… I’ll ask Tom if you like. You kids these days get the strangest ideas about what’s sexy. But sure… I’d be interested what you had in mind to decorate the little missy… won’t make her tongue any more agile though, that’s practice that we need to give ‘er there.”

The old man chuckled, running a hand through Stacy’s hair. She made sure to give him a double dose of tongue-twirling attention in response, even as she finally felt Dan’s ultimatum splash across her bowels. Sure enough, by end of day, Mr Banks had announced that next week would be a ‘wear a costume to work day’ and, as she packed up her bag, several interested parties trotted up to enquire about her clothing sizes… next week might be even more fun.