Category: Debs

Debs watched Richard as he walked down the office, his three piece suit making him look dapper and cultured, a welcome change she thought from his normal scruffy jeans and t-shirt.

“Afternoon handsome, your a bit overdressed for a quick stocktake” She told him, admiring the cut of his trousers which moved at his groin in way that intrigued her, something was swinging by his left thigh as he walked towards her, something she knew all too well was bound to please.

“Just had an interview, so needed to impress” He told her as he strode up to her, placing one finger under her chin, lifting her face to point towards his. “Anyway you’re a fine one to talk, that’s a very formal outfit, have youa lso been looking for a new job”

Debs looked into his brown eyes and replied “No we’ve had County in, checking that the dottings and crossings. “Thought I would dress like the librarian they expect me to be”.

Her wool skirt suit was Chanel Style, with a round neck and knee-length skirt ensuring little skin was on show. As he looked down her body she undid the four buttons on the jacket allowing it to fall open to reveal a silk camisole top with a lace trim. His hands lifted this, stroking up her sides before moving across to her shapely breasts that were otherwise bear, her nippled popped at the touch of his strong fingers.

Her hands moved down to his belt, expertly unfastening it quickly before swiftly undoing his trousers, she had some experience with his suit and soon he was stood before her bare legged with his trousers bunched up around his feet. She had been right she saw, he had gone commando today and his cock hung heavily from his groin. Her hands soon found this and worked to improve his growing erection. She could feel him warm rod of flesh swelling in her hands and Debs grinned as she felt Richard’s response to her touch, the familiar weight of him in her hands stirring a thrill she never tired of. The office was quiet, the stockroom door slightly ajar, but the risk only fueled her excitement. She glanced up at him, his brown eyes darkening with desire, and gave him a teasing squeeze. “Interview must’ve gone well if you’re this relaxed,” she murmured, her voice low and playful.

Richard let out a soft groan, his hands tightening briefly on her shoulders before sliding down to cup her breasts again, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the silk. “Well enough,” he managed, his breath hitching as she worked him with practiced ease. “But this—this is the real test of the day.” He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear. “You’re making it hard to focus on stocktake, Debs.”

He shifted his hips slightly, giving her better access, and glanced toward the door. “Hope County’s not planning a surprise return visit,” he added, though his tone suggested he didn’t much care if they did.

“Oh, let them come,” Debs replied with a wicked chuckle, her hands moving faster now, coaxing him to full hardness. She dropped to her knees, the wool of her skirt stretching slightly as she settled in front of him. The sight of his cock, thick and ready, made her mouth water. She looked up at him through her lashes, enjoying the way his jaw tightened as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin. “They’d just get a lesson in multitasking.”

Without breaking eye contact, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him as she began to move. The taste of him, the heat, the slight saltiness—it was intoxicating. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she set a rhythm, slow at first, then building as his breathing grew ragged.

Richard’s head tipped back, a low curse slipping from his lips as Debs worked her magic. His hands found her hair, fingers threading through the strands, not guiding but simply holding on as she took him deeper. The contrast of her prim librarian outfit and the wild, hungry way she devoured him sent a jolt through him. He’d always known Debs was a firecracker beneath her cool exterior, but this—right here in the stockroom—was a new level of bold.

“Christ, Debs,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re gonna ruin me for suits.” His hips twitched involuntarily, and he forced himself to stay still, letting her control the pace. The distant hum of the office phones and the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside barely registered—he was lost in her.

Debs hummed around him, the vibration drawing another groan from Richard as she picked up her pace. She loved this—the power, the intimacy, the way he unraveled under her touch. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took him deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. One hand slipped between his legs, teasing his balls lightly, and she felt him tense, a sure sign he was close.

Pulling back just enough to catch her breath, she grinned up at him, lips slick and eyes gleaming. “Stocktake can wait,” she said huskily. “I’ve got a more pressing job to finish.” Before he could respond, she dove back in, determined to push him over the edge.

Richard’s grip tightened in her hair as the pleasure built to a breaking point. “Debs—fuck—” he gasped, his control slipping. Her mouth was relentless, hot and perfect, and that final tease of her fingers sent him spiraling. His hips jerked, and he came hard, a guttural sound escaping him as he spilled into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, taking it all with a skill that left him trembling.

When she finally released him, he leaned back against a shelf, panting, his suit jacket askew and trousers still pooled around his ankles. “You’re a menace,” he said, half-laughing, half-dazed, as he reached down to help her up.

Debs rose gracefully, wiping the corner of her mouth with a smug little smirk. “And you love it,” she shot back, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her jacket as if nothing had happened. She stepped closer, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to his lips before stepping back to admire her handiwork. Richard looked thoroughly debauched—hair mussed, tie crooked, and a flush on his cheeks that made him even more handsome.

“Better fix yourself up, handsome,” she said, nodding at his disheveled state. “Wouldn’t want the boss walking in and seeing you like this.” She turned to saunter back toward the stockroom door, tossing over her shoulder, “I’ll start on the inventory. You catch your breath.”

Richard shook his head, still catching his breath as he bent to pull up his trousers. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Debs,” he called after her, fastening his belt with shaky hands. He straightened his tie and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of the polished look he’d walked in with. But the grin on his face wouldn’t fade—he felt alive, electric, and damn if Debs didn’t know how to make a mundane day unforgettable.

He followed her out of the stockroom a moment later, suit intact but spirit decidedly ruffled. “Right,” he said, grabbing a clipboard from the counter. “Stocktake. Let’s see if I can count straight after that.”

Debs glanced back at him, her laugh bright and unapologetic. “I’d say you’ve already handled the hardest part of the day,” she quipped, picking up a scanner and starting on the first aisle. The air between them buzzed with a shared secret, a little spark of chaos in the otherwise orderly office. She didn’t know if his interview had landed him a new job, but one thing was certain—working with Richard was never going to be dull.

As they moved through the shelves, trading playful jabs and stolen glances, the stocktake became less a chore and more an extension of their game. For Debs, it was the perfect end to a day that had started with County’s scrutiny and ended with a taste of something far more satisfying.

Debs had enjoyed the yoga session and had been very pleased to see Richard take up the mat beside her, as the session cam to and end she turned to him asking. “So how is that new project going, still at it all day, every day?”

“It has been put on hold for the moment so suddenly I have a lot of free time” He told her, a warm smile in his eyes.

“So, do you have time for a coffee today?” She asked, her eyes appraising his torso which was bare, before moving down to his baggy yoga trousers. Richard was tall, slim and lightly muscled, she did wonder what he would look like naked.

“Sure, let me have a quick shower and we can meet out front” He told her stepping towards the male changing room.

The coffee was hot and strong their conversation warm and friendly, Debs wondered just how much time he had available today, bending down to reach into her bag she winced as a jolt of pain shot up her hip.

“Is your hip still playing up?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.

“It is bearable, suspect it is all the extra weight I am carrying so should clear up in a month or so” she reassured him. Adding “well either that or maybe I should change my mind and accept that massage you offered a few weeks ago, if you have time?”

It had been a short walk back to her flat and she quickly took him to her bedroom, somewhere that had for the last few months been just a place of sleep as in her heavily pregnant state as her partner had not wanted to harm the baby as he put it. Not that before she ballooned out the bedroom had been a place of much action, in fact Debs often wondered how given what had become a one a fortnight romp she had managed to become pregnant.

Slipping out of her dress she released her swollen breasts from her bra, smiling at what seemed to be an appraising look from Richard. Her maternity shapewear covered from her mid thighs to the top of her swollen belly, she hooked her thumbs into the top of it and said “Well I suppose it would be easier for you if I took these off as well”

“Well I…” he started to reply and she pulled down the black super pants, stepping from them now fully naked apart from her necklace, earrings and rings. Looking down at her hand she slipped off both her wedding and engagement ring dropping them in a small tumbler she kept at on the bedside unit.

Opening the top drawer she reached in and brought out a bottle of lube, casually tossing it to Richard sha lay on the bed far enough from the side to allow him to sit besides her body.

He was she had to accept very good with his hands and her hip were soon feeling much better, it was not though her hip that needed the attention and with the bed offering plenty of room to spread out….

“Thanks, that has really helped my hip, I think other areas would enjoy your hands…” She told him a warm smile on her face as she moved ler legs apart, she felt her lips part and cool air on her wet pussy.

Kneeling between her legs, his hands moved up her inner thighs, his eyes locked on hers as the hands grew closer to where she desired his attention. His thumbs brushed the side of her lips and she parted her mouth slightly licking her lips, her smile encouraging him.

Thumbs moved up and down the outside of her lips she sighed and squirmed to urge his hands to where they would be able to give her what she needed. Rotating his right hand she felt his fingers cover her, caress her, lightly press against where now was very moist and in need. Tingles of pleasure flowed up from her groin as his hand started a gentle circular motion that electrified her. His hand was cupped and though applying light pressure to her lips no fingers were yet touching her clit, she willed it to swell larger, to meet his hands.

A jolt of pleasure erupted when he moved his hand up her and fingertips finally found that hard nub that could bring her so much pleasure, his fingers moved back down her sex, now firmly pressing against her clit their motion building the pleasure in her, moving her closer to a release that would rock her body.

The stroking motion changed as first one then two fingers slipped inside her passage which was now also growing wetter, ready to receive him. Moving his other hand onto her he used this to stroke her clit as his fingers delved inside, exploring, searching for where they could tease out the most pleasure.

“Just a little deeper in, ohhhhhh, that’s it….” she gasped as he found that most sensitive place. “Harder and faster on my clit, long slow strokes inside” she instructed him, closing her eyes and drinking up the pleasure he was delivering.

As the spasms of the orgasm rocked her she thrust her groin up to his attentive hands, he bent and replaced his fingers with his tongue as the waves of pleasure flowed up her body.

As quickly as it had arrived the orgasm subsided and she was tempted to allow him to continue his work, to deliver a second, maybe even a third orgasm, which she knew would be stronger and last longer. But no she needed more, needed to make this an exchange of pleasure wanted to see how his face looked when he was being pleasured.

“That was great” She told him, pushing his hand from inside her, looking down to see his face rise up over her swollen belly. “I don’t want us to fuck” She told him, mischievously adding “This time” Before asking “But can I suck you, whilst you go down on me again?”

His warm smile gave her his answer as he stepped off the bed and pulled off his t-shirt. As he pulled down his jeans she was surprised to see what looked like a decent bulge in his tight black boxers. Thumbs either side in the waist band he slowly lowered his boxers, gradually revealing a very fat and remarkable shaft, his cock finally leaping from them as the waistband released it from captivity. Wide eyed she looked at his cock and what a cock it was. it was the largest cock she had seen in the flesh and would rival many that she had enjoyed watching in more errotic films.

Rolling over the pulled out the top drawer of the bedside unit, grabbing a tube of intimate lube she looked into his eyes and told him “A girl can change her mind, I want that inside me now, fuck me and fuck me hard.” Thrusting the lube into his hand amused at the knowing grin on his face she rolled over onto her side, facing away from him.

She felt him lay on the bed behind her and with one hand reached down across her buttock to open herself to him. He stroked the tip of his large and now slippery cock between her lips three time, stroking her clit before pushing it slowly but firmly inside her. The lube did its job and she felt him glide inside, stretching her with its thickness, he had it seemed remembered where she was most sensitive and the tip of his cock stroked within her at just the right place a dozen or so times before plunging in deeper and deeper.

Fingers working on her clit his hand pinching her nipple, the action of his cock, stroking deep inside her soon triggered not one or two but three orgasms, the last they rode and kept going until with a jerk against her body he grunted his release, his spunk adding to the wetness within……

Now she thought I better deliver on the promised suck.