The Perils Of Pauline Bates

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Gang Bang, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Sex Story: Spot the twist before the end



It's the quiet ones.

Erickson's double glazers, nice firm, family run, employed about twenty staff, fitters, office, sales reps; Pauline Bates worked in administrations and her husband Gerald was a sales rep. The Bates lived about half an hour away from the firm, they where happy with their lot, a little two bedroom bungalow, no kids yet but as she was twenty eight and he thirty three they thought time was running close but due to working and saving they were doing little to have one.

With that in mind Gerald was working lots of hours, he would volunteer for most jobs, be they in the area or a chance to get large contracts further a field; money was their god at the moment and sex was an after-thought.

It was 8.40 Monday morning, already both of them were at the office; Pauline was at her desk, she only had a three-day week this week, so loads to do. The boss Mr Trevor Erickson watched his lovely admin secretary with lecherous eyes; the turn of her slender ankle under the desk, if he bent his eyes feasted on her dimpled knees just showing beneath her black pleated skirt, he cursed and thought why were they never parted, the swell of her fine breasts restricted under her neat blouse, her hand always pushing her dark curls away from her face as she worked at the computer, he turned back to his work thinking, a beautiful quiet, well refined woman and a dam fine piece of ass then he realized, shit two days without seeing her, here to day then she was off again Tuesday and Wednesday, she had worked so hard he owed her hours and she was taking them off, he couldn't or wouldn't pay the over time so she had to take the time off.

Gerald sat in the salesroom studying a road map, he was getting ready to go after a large contract, three days he would be away but things weren't going well, interruptions annoyed him as he had not got his last job completed, there was a problem there had been a cock up. He said it was the surveyor's fault the surveyors said it was his but a large posh house had seven windows in and three laying on the floor, to small to fit.

Pauline was oblivious to the row going on in the sales-room, and to put it politely she was unwell, she had a bit of a hang over. Over the weekend Gerald had been busy preparing his presentation for the contract and her friend Rachel was having\a little girly party so, with his blessing she went and the wine flowed a little to well making the silly Ann Summer's stupidity a giggle; she was pleased when Monday night came and they went home, Gerald to set off on his journey, her to go to bed.

Tuesday morning came, a leisurely time for Pauline, shower, clean up, put on her little white house socks, a comfy flared skirt and t-shirt, make some toast and relax on the sofa for a bit of day time T V.

In the office Mr Erickson was trying to sort out the problem of the small windows, he had three fitters standing around doing nothing and a very angry customer; he called the ganger in. Ron Portman stood in the office his two workmates Ian Burnell and Bob Griggs paced around outside.

"Okay Ron, take the lads to Lakeside and do the best you can, look busy, play for time until I get the right bits and drop these memos off at Pauline's, I'll get them picked up and faxed tomorrow, but she must check them today, if Turnpenny's don't get these we don't get the bits for those bloody windows, just use up the day and pacify those posh bastards, we must get this cock up sorted see you tomorrow."

The van drove to Lakeside, they didn't even have to get out the van, the gardener told them that the Harrington's were away for a few days, couldn't stand the mess, they expected everything done on their return, Ron didn't worry he knew it would be, just get the memos sighed, twenty four hour delivery and everything would be sorted.

Next stop Pauline Bates, every male member of the firms little miss fantasy, that quiet woman who just got on with her job, didn't make to much conversation but she was the epitome of eye candy, the three men, played, imagine what undies she'll have on, as they drove towards the home.

Pauline was bored with the silly chat shows and who fathered who's child, so making another cup of coffee. She stood at the open kitchen door staring at the garden when a thought struck her, she went to her best bag, if she remembered through her haze of the other night had she seen some chocolate from the Sunday night party, she picked the bag out of the wardrobe from where it had been slung in her drunken stupor and tossed it on the bed, what came out drew her breath.

She smiled as she picked up the two boxes and the thick magazine, Oh dear, she thought, I bet I know who stuffed them in the bag, Rachel your dead when I see you; in her hand was a box with a chocolate cock in it, she smiled at the writing on the box, creamy centre for added enjoyment, just suck it and see and in the other a plastic version of the same only this one said it pumped and buzzed, moving in all sorts of directions and as for the magazine.

Giggling like a schoolgirl and with the three items clasped in her hand she went back downstairs; the coffee sat cooling in the breeze from the open kitchen door but she'd lost interest she was intent in heading back to the sofa.

She put her hand to her mouth, "Oh my god," she said loudly as she pulled the chocolate cock easily out the box, the wrapper was broken, then in a low sexy whisper "Hello big boy," before she burst out laughing, then holding it up she bent forward and licked the head, it burnt her tongue a little.

As she cooled her tongue her eyes fell on the other box; curiosity was too much she put the chocolate down and opened that box. As she pulled at the red knob on the end it clicked, she almost dropped it as it whirred and clicked, jumping in her hand, Pauline spluttered the words, "The bitch has put batteries in, what does she think I need, I will kill her."

She put the thick magazine on her knees, brought her legs up and started to flick through the pages, page I, page 2 as she got to page 3 the flicking slowed and she spent time taking in every detail of the page, reading the sexy story that accompanied the pictures. The large cock, the open cunt, the mauling hands that squeezed the fat breasts, the hunky torso and rugged face, her left hand trailed over the page, her finger tracing across the long hard meat, her right hand subconsciously folded around the plastic cock lying at her side.

It was as if she was mesmerized, she just stared at the pictures, back and forth the pages turned; women in sixty nines, women talking ones, twos, threes deep throat, Pauline gazed, she found herself licking more and more at the top of the chocolate cock, it seemed addictive and she was toying with the hard ribs that ran the full length of the plastic one and all the time her pants were getting wetter and wetter.

She was licking the head of the chocolate cock when she jumped, subconsciously her hand had slid behind her bent legs she was now fingering her own wet pants, she realized she was breathing heavy, a strange taste filled her mouth and throat, her breasts rose and fell, her eyes darted over the sex filled lines on the page, words like, fuck, cunt, suck it, take it up your ass filled her mind, she felt something she hadn't felt for a while, aroused, very aroused.

She drew her knees up making it easier to push a finger inside her sopping pants and tickle the sensitive skin between her arse and cunt, her most erotic spot, she was soon so hot she couldn't help but finger herself. Her eyes closed and opened, the lines of the sex story merged in a haze, she found herself sucking hard on the chocolate cock, she had broken through the outer coating, the cream filling had the same strange burnt taste as before, only mixed with the cream it was now sliding down her throat, a warm glow caused a numbing feeling in her mind, all she wanted to do was look at the cocks that now seemed to dance around the page.

She found herself jabbing her fingers in to her wet hole, she needed relief, her hand quickly moved to the plastic cock, she held it, trying to focus she laid it between her breasts and stared down; her hard nipples showed large and pointed through her tight tee-shirt. She groaned as if unable to control her own body, her hand moved down over her, the large plastic cock seemed to have a mind of its own, like a drunk trying to act sober she focused on it as it disappeared around her thigh until she felt its head touching under her, pushing at the side of her wet, sticky pants. Suddenly the hard end pressed to her cunt lips, she moaned, a shudder ran through Pauline's hypersensitive aroused body.

Her mind had difficulty comprehending what she was doing; the world was an erotic mist as she deliberately rocked from side to side feeling the end of the hard cock being forced, due to the divide of the cushions further and further in to her slippery hole. Groans and grunts spilled from her pouting lips as the plastic cock filled her hot cunt, she moved, her tits ached as the nipples grew to enormous proportions; the last of the cream had been sucked from the now melting chocolate cock as she finally had the whole, fat, thick ribbed cock inside her.

The magazine lay on the floor, her head rolled from side to side, her body on fire, she was in the most incredible state of arousal she had ever felt and the cock she was rocking on was not putting out that fire.

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