The Trouble With Jeans

by Wayne Gibbous

Copyright© 2009 by Wayne Gibbous

Erotica Sex Story: I ran afoul of the office dress code one Saturday and was punished for it until I could hardly walk.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Gang Bang   Safe Sex   .

I've been divorced now for just over five years and I don't regret it at all. I love sex and now I can pick and choose who I want sex with and I pick and choose a lot.

I lost my virginity when I was twelve to a boy two doors down from us. We did the usual, 'let me see your's, I'll let you see mine' stuff and pretty soon I was on my back and his little cock was pushing into my little pussy. I guess we were lucky that I didn't get pregnant but I didn't. What did happen was that I began a lifelong hunger for sex which has grown as I've gotten older.

So, I'm thirty-two, five foot six, C-cup boobs that still look pretty good braless, 37-27-38, ash blond hair, shoulder length, very nice legs, dark pink nipples that love to be sucked, a nice, shaved pussy that loves to be licked and fucked.

Needless to say that I get hit on lots and like to dress to attract men. Guys love to joke with me especially about sex and I'm not too inhibited in showing my body. I even did a strip at the end of a sales meeting for a few guys but, being work, I didn't want it to become a "lets us all fuck Angie" session.

So, I like to enjoy myself and generally have one or two guys in hand for those horny moments when my pussy feels lonely.

I work in a small real estate office in North Dallas, not the kind selling homes to people, but more into small business and commercial real estate. Most of my fellow-workers are just that, fellows, except for Julie, who works part-time.

The little strip show I mentioned was for three of the guys I work with. One of them is a single guy, Charlie, who, after the little strip session, I took home and we fucked all night. We've done it a few times since, he's pretty good in bed but not as great as I'd hoped, so I only fuck him when he's handy and no one else is. I think the other two guys either know I've fucked Charlie or they suspect I have and they seem jealous or something at times. I know they'd like to get some of me but I try not to do much fucking around the office. I try to limit my 'exposure' at the office.

However, that changed dramatically one Saturday when I dropped by to finish up a few quick things and went in wearing jeans.

Now, I always wear a dress or skirt during the week. Ben, one of the guys I have stripped for but not fucked, immediately got on my case about it.

"Shit, Angie, what's this with jeans? Hardly professional."

"Ben, it's Saturday, big deal."

"It's a day we're open for business. We see clients here and you come in looking like the fucking cleaning lady."

"Well, if you don't like it, you can just take them off me, asshole."

Well, I was a bit ticked and, yes, I was also in one of my frequent horny moods.

"Oh, you really mean that?"

"Yeah, if I have to be in the office without them on, maybe I'll remember better next time, huh?" and I walked over to his cubicle and pulled the hem of my pullover top up out of my jeans and said, "Well, you ready?"

So, he unbuttoned the top of my jeans, unzipped the fly and pulled them down along with my panties to my cowboy boots which I pushed off, then pulled the boots back on. I thought, 'what the shit' and pulled my top down which at least covered my butt, sat down, pulled my jeans and panties off and handed them to him.

"Here, Ben, you can hold on to them until you think I've been punished enough," then turned and walked back out into the open area of the office looking, more or less, like I was wearing a short dress. At least that's what I hoped.

I went into my cubicle and started up my computer. The one guy in the office that I'd had sex with a few times, Charlie, came over and wanted to play, it seemed.

"You look good with no jeans or panties. That top may cover you mostly but your pretty butt does show through. Want to flash me from behind your desk?"

"No, but maybe you could get the bastard, Ben, to put me over his knee and give me a spanking for coming in wearing jeans."

"Really, you're kidding."

"Well, then I can hold it over him for being such a prick about my wearing jeans to the office."

"Hmm, good idea," and he walked away.

What I didn't know is that he went to Ben and somehow convinced him to lock up the front entrance and get everyone in the conference room so Charlie could get me into the conference room for a spanking in front of the whole office.

So, when Charlie came and got me and led me to the conference room, I wasn't completely sure what was to take place.

Charlie said, "We need to decide how Angie should be punished for wearing jeans to the office. Any ideas?"

Will, who had seen my striptease after the sales meeting, said, "Maybe a spanking. Or finger-fuck her. Or, maybe both."

"Now, guys, wait up a sec. That's a bit much for just wearing jeans."

"Well, Angie, you do know better, right?"

"Yeah, I guess, go ahead, do whatever you think I need to be punished. Here, go ahead," and I bent over the conference table and lay my head in my folded arms.

Nothing happened. The room was dead quiet. I would be less than honest if I told you that I wasn't turned-on by all this. Oh, I was, yes, I was. I was sure that my top was pulled up off my butt and that my pussy was showing between my thighs. 'Let'em enjoy the view, ' I thought.

I raised up, turned and asked Ben if he wanted me to take off my shirt. When he nodded, I pulled it over my head and asked, "Bra?."

Another nod and I was standing there in my cowboy boots. Aroused is not near strong enough to describe how I was feeling standing naked in front of a bunch of men except for my boots.

"Are you all ready?" I asked as I turned, leaned over the table and presented my ass to them.

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