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Fantasy: Naughty File Clerk Exposed
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Fantasy: Naughty File Clerk Exposed As Rosalie worked steadily on the home loan files, she couldn’t help wondering why she had been moved to a separate office. Mr. Brock, the portly 55-year-old supervisor, said it had to do with confidential information in the files. Rosalie was not inclined to question his orders. In fact, she never questioned anyone’s orders. She was twenty-six years old and rather self-conscious about her plain-looking face and slightly overweight figure. Hardly an instant hit with boys, she tended to be shy and reclusive. She wasn’t ugly, just self-effacing. She wore glasses, being quite nearsighted, and favored a plain style of dress that would help her fade into the woodwork. In fact, at one point, she looked so frumpy that Mr. Brock had to take her aside and suggest that she should dress more business-like. He suggested blouse and skirt and shoes with two-inch heels as sensible and appropriate office dress. As with other shy and reclusive individuals, Rosalie’s plain appearance and uneventful life was balanced by a rich fantasy life. When she entered puberty, her heroic fantasies were increasingly replaced with romantic ones, fantasies of handsome, well-built strangers who were irresistibly drawn to her and who wanted to hold her, kiss her and please her. At thirteen, she discovered the peculiar sensitivity of her<b> erogenous zones. </font></b>Experimenting with the strange and exciting feelings evoked by touching and rubbing these areas brought her to her first orgasm within two weeks of her initial discovery. Now, at twenty-six, she was thoroughly addicted to reading romantic fantasies and masturbating to orgasm (sometimes multiple orgasms) while she read. Some days, she took her lunch break in her office with the door closed and masturbated at her desk. No one seemed inclined to disturb her. One Friday, when she had been reading a particularly graphic romance, she found she could hardly wait for lunchtime. When it finally arrived, she closed the door, went back to her desk chair and leaning back, put her feet (in their sensible heels) on the desktop, spread wide enough to afford her easy access to her pantyhose-covered snatch. Her bespectacled eyes were fixed on the page of her novel and her fingers were rubbing up and down her crotch. As her excitement mounted, rubbing through the fabric was not enough. Slipping her hand into the waistband of her pantyhose, she began to run her finger up and down her wet slit, stopping at the top of her stroke to give her clitoris an extra couple of rubs. Although she exercised some restraint so as to prolong the delicious sensations rushing through her body, she was fully absorbed in her sensations and her approaching orgasm, staring intently at the ceiling. At that critical moment, the door opened and closed soundlessly, admitting a wiry, compact man in his mid-forties, dressed in a custodian’s uniform. For several instants, Rosalie, at the peak of her arousal and staring at the ceiling, was unaware of the intrusion. She strained to spread her legs wider, and her hand rummaged urgently in her pussy. As her orgasm came crashing down upon her, her eyes dropped and she saw the man, standing there and watching her with a lewd smirk on his lips. Half insensible, Rosalie yanked her hand out of her pantyhose and dropped her feet to the ground. A moment later, her face was suffused with a deep red blush as she stared at the man with a panicked look in her eyes. Seeing the look of panic on the young woman’s face, the man (Earl by name) spoke to her in a calm, deep baritone voice, “That’s alright, miss. No need to be scared. I promise I’m not going to harm you in any way. Think of me as a friend, not an enemy. What you were doing is natural. I’ve been known to do it myself, but when I do it, I’m in the basement and not on video camera.” With those words, he pointed toward the top of a corner of the room opposite where Rosalie was sitting. Rosalie glanced up, the panic still in her eyes, and blushed anew. He tried to comfort her again, his manner friendly and relaxed. “Look miss, you haven’t committed a crime. Calm yourself.” Rosalie finally found her voice, “Please...don’t tell anyone.” “Don’t you worry on that score, miss. But the problem is a little more complicated than it looks. I think you and I need to talk. When your work shift is over, come down to the basement and go to Room B-2. I’ll be there, and I can explain the problem. Then, we can figure out how to handle it.” With those words, he turned around and walked out of the room. It seemed an eternity until five o’clock rolled around. Rosalie stressed over her coming meeting and her mind kept going back to angry self-recrimination, but quitting time finally arrived. She went directly to the room Earl specified. On the door was a plaque that identified the room as the Security Office. Earl was waiting. Rosalie had had enough time to calm down, so she took the initiative, “Who are you? How did you come to catch me...like that?” “My name is Earl. I’m one of the custodians here, and I became aware of what you were up to when I was sweeping up in this room.” He pointed to a wall filled with monitors showing views of every room and hallway in the bank. “This is where the views from our security cameras are transmitted and saved on tape.” That last word brought the shocked look back to the girl’s face. Meanwhile, Earl flicked a switch and they watched as the tape of her “misbehavior” played back from the beginning. Earl’s amused grin over the exposure of Rosalie’s intimate moments brought a blush of consternation to her cheeks. “Alright, alright! I don’t think we have to play the entire tape,” Rosalie said. “Has anyone else seen this?” “Not so far?” “Well then, would you please destroy it?” “That could put me to some risk. I think I may be able to do that, but what’s in it for me?” “What do you want,” the girl demanded. Earl leered at her. “What do you think?” Rosalie considered this for a moment, but quickly realized that she was at Earl’s mercy. After a short struggle with her modesty, she said, “Alright! Where and when? And, how will I know that you have destroyed the tape?” “Here and now, and you can watch me destroy it after we are done.” With those words, Earl removed a tape from the VCR and, taking her by the arm, led the girl to his work- room. This room was considerably larger and contained a desk, a long workbench and a cot for taking breaks. Earl led the girl over to his desk and told her to fold her arms on it and put her head on top of her arms. Rosalie squatted by the desk and did as she was told, but Earl immediately explained that he wanted her to stand in that position with her knees straight. In this position, not only was her upper body extended like a bridge to the desk with her breasts hanging down, but her rounded ass was elevated under her skirt as though she was offering it to Earl for his delectation. Her imagination pictured what she looked like in this position and she flushed red, again. Earl walked up behind her and, pressing his growing hard-on between her skirt-draped ass-cheeks, brought his hands under the young girl’s dangling boobs and kneaded them. Rosalie was mortified but bit her lip and allowed him to fondle her. After a few minutes, the custodian stepped back and, slipping his hands up her skirt, grasped the waistband of her pantyhose and dragged them down until they were banded around her knees. The cool air coming up to her crotch brought goose bumps up her legs. “Spread your legs as far as the pantyhose will allow,” he told her. She complied. Earl ran his fingers up the insides of her thighs and ran them through the girl’s soft pubic hair. Rosalie trembled. Then, the custodian slipped his thick workman’s fingers into her sloshy cunt and worked them in and out, sometimes swirling them around. His actions were really getting to her in spite of her embarrassment. After a few minutes of this kind of manipulation of her pussy, the girl was sufficiently aroused to begin humping Earl’s fingers gently, almost as if she were unaware of what she was doing, as if it were simply a reflex action. The sensations that swept through her were strangely thrilling in a way that her masturbation could not match. At that moment, the door of the workroom swung silently open again and admitted Mr. Brock. Rosalie, her ass pointing towards the door was unaware of another presence in the room, and continued her humping motions. This was too good to interrupt. Suspecting what Rosalie’s response would be if she knew someone else was observing her, Earl told her to stay perfectly still. Taking his hand out of her gushing quim, he removed her glasses and, whipping a bandana out of his back pocket, handily blindfolded the hapless girl. Mr. Brock softly stepped up to her for a closer look. Once he was standing next to her, the older man flipped Rosalie’s dress up and dipped his fingers into her sopping wet pussy while she continued to hump, unaware that the fingers in her cunt belonged to someone other than Earl. Meanwhile, Earl, who clearly had arranged all this with the supervisor, gestured to him to step back. “Now listen here, girl. I kinda like to see you with your pantyhose on, but they get in the way of my games, so I’m going to cut the crotch out of them and then pull them back up. You don’t mind, do you? After all, when you head home, your skirt will hide the hole.” The young girl was wallowing in the lust produced by the men’s manipulations and was not about to object to anything. She merely nodded her assent. Earl was good as his word, and the pantyhose, now minus a five-inch wide swatch of fabric at the crotch, were soon pulled up to her waist again. One positive effect of this was to remove the constraint from around her legs, allowing her to spread them farther apart and, standing on her toes now, to hump deeper in a classic cunt-dip. The two men watched her lascivious movements with silent glee. Suddenly, Earl broke away, went to a cabinet and came back with a camera and a camcorder. After snapping a couple of truly filthy shots of Rosalie with her thighs spread wide and her cunt arched way up, he put the camera down and began videotaping her antics. Brock would toy with her pussy until she was swinging it up and down with great urgency. Then, he would pull his hand away. Her enthusiastic humps exposed the entire gushing gap. When she would start slowing down, he would work it again until the poor girl was bumping and humping again. Rosalie’s stamina was truly amazing. Finally, the two men took pity on her and let her slow down, but they were not finished with her. Standing her up and guiding her to the cot, they tied her ankles to the rail over her head. Then, Earl handed her a vibrator and told her to give him a show. She was so crazed with lust that she didn’t hesitate for a moment, running the tip up and down her slit, slipping it in and out and, finally, pressing it firmly against her clitoris. The two men grinned lewdly and recorded all her movements with the two cameras. Just then, the door opened again and admitted Mr. Pym, the 60-year-old vice-president and Loretta, his 32-year-old secretary. They walked up softly to the cot just in time to see Rosalie have a monster orgasm. Loretta was grinning, her mouth watering at the performance as Rosalie’s cunt jerked up and down. She turned to Earl and suggested that he take away the vibrator and tie Rosalie’s wrists to the same bar over her head that her ankles were tied to. No sooner suggested than done. At this point, Loretta removed Rosalie’s blindfold. The girl looked wildly about her as her audience laughed. The young girl flushed absolutely crimson, the blush starting on her face and running down her body to her feet, as the realization came over her that all these people (with whom she worked every day) were looking at her naked body and had witnessed her lewdness. Loretta began working Rosalie’s quim once more. The secretary was grinning from ear to ear, as were the men who were witnessing Rosalie’s violation. Of course, Rosalie was so far gone in her arousal that she didn’t even resist. Instead, even as the whole party watched her with great attention, she spread her legs even wider and humped Loretta’s fingers. “Hooo! Hooo! Hooo!” she panted. “Oh, please, get me off!” Loretta started licking Rosalie’s cunt with abandon, while Mr. Pym began sawing his finger in and out of her anus. Rosalie had never even imagined such ways of stimulating her. It was not long before she began to moan. Then, she grunted. Finally, she screamed in sexual ecstasy. When she finally stopped trembling with the power of her orgasm and her breathing slowed down a bit, she blushed bright crimson. “I’ll bet that feels a lot better,” Mr. Pym said. The others began untying Rosalie. “We’ve been watching you and feeling sorry for you. You seemed so unhappy, so shy, so afraid of people. You’re a hard worker and a good person, but we knew we would have to break down the inhibitions that were keeping you down. Welcome to the team!” When the girl was finally untied and fully clothed, Loretta came up to her and put an arm around her shoulders. “You know, you’re a pretty girl. You shouldn’t hide it. Who taught you how to dress? Surely not your mother.” Rosalie smiled shyly and said, “No. She died when I was still a baby. I’ve grown up with my father and brothers.” “Well,” said Loretta, “that could be corrected.” Mr. Pym came over and, putting an arm around her shoulders, said, “We must do this again, but instead of exposing you like this, perhaps you would care to suck our cocks and let us dip them into that juicy quim of yours.” Then, as an after-thought, he asked, “Say...are you still a virgin?” Rosalie’s response was another bright red blush, but she managed a shy smile for the boss. |
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