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Work should be fun too
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Well guys, I said I’d try to keep updating this blog. I only hope I don’t bore you all, or even worse. Nobody reads it. But here we go.Being in charge of a large transport company, my hours are very unpredictable, though they suit me fine, because it allows me to have a great social life. My only gripe is that I’m surrounded by men all day, and while it would be fair to say, I’ve had fun with a few of them, I still have to be very careful to avoid sexual harassment claims. It’s really unfair, that in this day and age, people can’t have fun together without running the risk of being accused of behaving unprofessionally in the workplace. Though to be honest, I still manage to enjoy myself!Today I was interviewing security guards for our nightshift, we don’t actually employ them, but the security company sends its people to us before placing them here, so I can decide whether they’re suitable for my company.I knew I was seeing them this-morning, so I dressed in a suitable manner. Not! I was wearing a burgundy coloured blouse, that was quite transparent if someone looked hard enough, naturally, in my rush to get into the office, I forgot to wear a bra, damn !. I had on, a black skirt, black stockings, and suspender belt.The first lad was no doubt suitable for the task he was applying for, but to be honest, he was quite boring, he took great delight in expressing his desire to work nights so he could spend days playing with his young kids, blah, blah, blah, aged two and three, they’re super, I don’t work for fun, I work for them, yak, yak, yak, while his overworked wife slept, yuk. I’m not interested in employees personal lives, unless I’m having fun with them, I don’t think he even noticed my boobs through my blouse, when I asked him for Id, he even took the opportunity to show me his happy family photo’s. I could have reached for my bin, more puke material than someone I could have fun with.The second one, well he definitely noticed my boobs, he hardly took his eyes off them, naturally, I ensured I was moving in a way that would make them jiggle, and I knew my nipples were hard with the material rubbing against them. You blokes might not be aware of the fact, but we girls can find countless excuses to bend over and move in provocative ways, that we manage to make look accidental. But he didn’t seem interested in the flashes of stocking tops, or thong I was giving him, just my boobs. Obviously he’s a tit man, and while I love seeing my boobs getting attention, I want my other parts to get some too. I loved the way he was watching my boobs, and he was quite a handsome male, but I hadn’t got the reaction I was hoping for, though I might use him anyway, he’s definitely eye candy.The third one was gorgeous, though a lot older than the first two, and definitely from the old school, holding doors open for me, calling me miss, even when I kept asking him to use my name, we’re quite informal here. My tits definitely caught his eye, and his reaction to my stocking tops was obvious, I found it hard to conduct the interview, while staring at the obvious bulge in his trousers. I even gave him the chance to feel me a few times as I showed him round the depot. And I wasn’t disappointed, because he seized the chance each time... The first one was in the warehouse, when I was moving to allow a forklift past, and he definitely placed his hand on my bum as I squeezed past him. When I took him to the gatehouse, I positioned myself so that he had to push past me, his hand definitely touched my crotch, though I have to admit, I did have my legs open slightly, and I did push myself against it, what a tart !.The third time was when we went back upstairs to my office, and he caught me as I tripped. Accidentally, definitely not, I’ve used that ploy hundreds of times, and it hardly ever fails. He had one hand, well and truly holding my left boob, and the other, right between my legs, underneath my skirt, I could feel my pussy in the palm of his hand, and I made sure to stay of balance for as long as I could, even rubbing myself slightly against his hand. While his other one was gripping my boob hard, I love having my tits squeezed really hard, and he certainly did that. Back in my office, I made a big show of straightening my clothing, making sure that I lifted my skirt high enough to let him see through the transparent front of my thong, that I’m completely shaven. The fourth one, well what can I say about him, Wow, stud, horny bugger, all these things, and more. My tits caught his eyes the moment he entered my office, and he looked me up and down as I showed him in, mind you, I made sure and studied him as he took a seat, my bending and stretching never went unnoticed either, and it was obvious he was enjoying the interview. Our walk around the depot resulted in him taking every opportunity to feel me up, every few minutes, he’d find a reason to touch my bum, brush against my boobs, and luckily, make sure his crotch came into contact with mine, lucky bitch that I am !. Our visit to the warehouse resulted in him standing behind me, rubbing his, by now, evident bulge against my rear, though to be truthful, I definitely made sure to push back against him. Behind the warehouse, at the fuel pumps, I found myself with an obvious erection pushed against my hand as I tried explaining to him about the importance of making sure the pumps were switched off and secured when not in use. As I held the door to the motor open, he brazenly stood behind me and pushed his cock against my hand, as he looked over my shoulder. Our visit to the gatehouse, well what can I say about that. I had my thong removed, and my pussy licked while I sat in a chair showing him how to operate the security cameras, my blouse was lifted, and both nipples sucked while he fingered me. I took the opportunity, to unzip his trousers, and hold his cock while he chewed on my tits. And as soon as he lifted his head, I slipped down on to the floor, pulling him with me, and pulled his cock into my, by then, very wet pussy. My Lorries were coming and going feet from me, while he fucked me, and my legs were round his waist when he filled me with spunk. I know he’ll be working here soon.The final male was just as much fun. In the warehouse, he rubbed against me, at the fuel pumps he accidently, put his arms around me and grabbed both tits, to save me from slipping on the spilt fuel on the ground. In the gatehouse, he picked up my earlier discarded thong, and cheekily asked if it was mine. I raised my skirt to show him my bare fanny, leaving him in no doubt about the fact. I said he could keep it seeing as he’d found it. My trip on the stairs resulted in my skirt being around my waist, while his hand probed my pussy lips, and he practically carried me into the office and pushed me to my knees while he took his cock out and pushed it into my mouth. Yum, Yum, I showed him that his new boss loves to suck hard cock, I’d bring him to the point of spunking, then stop for a few seconds, then start again, I knew I was driving him mad, but I was loving it. Though to be honest, I did eventually let him fill my mouth with his spunk. It felt like I was swallowing gallons he just kept spurting and I kept gulping. I wanted him to see that I love drinking spunk. I think he got the message.Now. Well all I have to do, is convince the owners that it’s not just one security guard we need, it’s three, because I’m going to make sure I’m getting well fucked by them every chance I get.Yes. I’m a slut, a tart, a whore, call me what you want, but I love sex with different males, and I know I can satisfy them all, so why the hell should I not let them fuck me whenever I want them too ?
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Posted on : Aug 11, 2009
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Commented on Aug 12, 2009
i wanna come n work for you ;)
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Commented on Aug 12, 2009
You sound like a little tease! I love a woman who just loves fucking. Reading your blog and looking at your sexy pics makes it obvious hat you are a little slut. I'd love to come work for you:) I'll definitely be keeping up on your blog.
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