The autumn rain was hammering down on the darkened skylights above as he wandered down the hallway. It was a mundane evening routine, checking that all the lights were off, but there was an electric tingle in the air and on the tip of his tongue. Maybe it was from the storm, and maybe it wasn't.

In the gathering darkness, he locked each door as he went along, listening to the wind and rain and feeling his cock stiffen. The closer he got to her room, the more excited he got, his fingers fumbling on the locks. Reaching the end of the corridor, he turned towards the open cubicles, glancing around to make sure that no one was left. Satisfied and throbbing, he walked quietly to the partners' offices that led towards her room.

Hers was the last door at the very end. He loved her flat, beigewood door, and would often glance at it, imagining the beautiful delight that it so rigidly concealed. Slowly, he walked the length of that small hallway, his old, but newly polished, shoes padding along the plush carpet. Earlier, he had cleaned that same grey carpet especially for her. He had finished all his jobs early, so that there was nothing left to do but spend time with his beloved. Bob was not the common cum-and-run kind of guy.

He stood before her door with his forehead resting on it, breathing in deeply as her scent fingered its way through the keyhole. Heady and deep, her perfume wrapped its sweet memories around his wood as his hard tip rested against the beigewood of the door.

Sweet wood on wood. These were always the happy moments of tantalising expectation, the frenetic agony of holding back animal thrusts before he saw her and was half-way spent before they'd begun.

He grasped the handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He stood there, eyes moist, both the ones that regarded her and the one in his pants. She was a heady vision, graceful, undulating in her smooth, creamy lines. The downlighters highlighted every rounded part of her and she basked before him in all her glory. He breathed in deeply, her heavy scent hanging in the air and enveloping him with crackles of fierce electricity. He needed her badly.

She watched him.

His eyes roved every inch of her and he longed to fuck her hard and now, but he needed to prolong this. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as she gave him. He padded across the room, and allowed one trembling hand to stroke her midriff, softly stroking its way over and around to her back.

He could feel the excitement buzzing through her form as he gently fingered and kissed her. His kisses traced along her curves, his tongue gently licking here and there. He could feel her desire for him and he knew she wanted him as she always did. Always. Her unspoken manner thrummed against his tongue-tip.

“I know you want me, my beauty. I’ve been longing for you all day, thinking about what we do to each other, how we please each other.” Excitedly, he fumbled with his belt and pulled down his trousers and underwear, allowing his erection to spring free. He watched her lying there, eye to eye with his cock, and he smiled, starry desire shining in his eyes.

He began to rub his throbbing cock tip against her now, running it up and down and side to side, feeling her delight as he circled her with it, leaving wet traces of glistening salt in shining smears across her warm beauty.

“Do you want me, darling? Are you hot for me?” He closed his eyes as he allowed her joy of feeling his pre-cum now sliding near her opening. He liked to tease her, to make her wait for what was coming. He rubbed his head around her slit, making her wait, making her ache for it, for him, for his load. He placed his hands on her firmly, and his grip grew hard enough that his fingertips whitened.

“I need you now...” he gasped.

His hand reached up to a shelf above them, and he grabbed the can, trembling. Staring down at her, he removed the lid, cock tip still kissing the edges of her gash. He began to rub the can's contents onto himself and her, the scent of lube mixing and mingling with her sweet odour.

He could feel the hot air of her breath blowing over the wetness, tightening his balls and twitching his length. The lubricant swirled in his pre-cum, a myriad of rainbow colours around her hole. This was his favourite lube, and making love just wasn’t right without it. He only had to see the packaging in a shop to get an instant hard-on at the memories it produced of him and his lover fucking in their secret hideaway.

He put his hand on top of her, holding her down as he inserted his cock all the way between her walls, letting her wrap around his fully erect member. No words were needed to communicate the lust they had for each other. The feelings were enough. He loved the pressure she produced, the way she hugged him when he was all the way inside her. The warmth of her insides sent desperate shivers through him. There was no heat like the one she produced, no feeling like she made him feel as he stood there, balls deep in her slit.

He grabbed the tin of lube again, spraying some on his fingers, making them smooth and slick. As he began to thrusting inside her, holding her in place with one hand, the other hand found its way to her back opening. His slippery fingers started to rub against the smaller, tighter entrance of her, making sure she was relaxed and ready for his thick, rough working fingers. He could feel her pleasure increasing as he slid his fingers inside, feeling the heat and pressure of her second hole.

Passion took over as his thrusts became harder and more rapid, his fingers firmly working her back entrance. Despite trying to be silent, he couldn’t contain himself as rhythmic moans escaped his lips, the pleasure she allowed him driving them both wild. All he could think of was trying to fuck her harder, press in deeper, make her take as much of his length as possible. His mind drew a blank as he thrust them to the edge of a world filled with pure bliss and agonising pleasure.

Suddenly, the door flew open and his head shot round to see Nicola, the blonde busty secretary, staring at him with excited laughter. The image of middle-aged, saggy-bottomed Bob the caretaker, with his trousers round his ankles, pumping his cock for all he was worth into the photocopier, was more than she could stand.

“Evening, Bob. Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?”

Bob stared at her, aghast. She shifted onto one lean leg, jutting her hips out provocatively. One hand on the beigewood door, she raised her other hand, from which dangled a seven inch purple strap-on glass cock..

Bob stared at the strap-on, eyes wide and still thrusting. He couldn't help himself. She grinned and sashayed over. Her sudden proximity stopped him thrusting as he placed his hands protectively over his beloved. Nicola smiled down at the photocopier and put her own well-manicured hand on it. Angrily, Bob pushed her hand away.

“Don’t touch her. She’s mine!”

“Oh, come on, Bob," she breathed, gently running a finger up and down his sweaty shirt sleeve. “What exactly do you think she does during her lunchbreaks, when you're down in the warehouse?”

“What do you mean?” Bob was keenly aware that he was half-naked with his erect penis stuffed deep between the photocopier's scanner plate and lid.

“It isn’t only you she plays with, you know.” Nicola laid her strap-on in front of him, on the machine's top.

Bob felt the weight of it pressing down onto his cock, where it was sandwiched between the bright, warm glass and the lid. Hot air from the vents was breathing teasingly over his balls, and he shuddered.

Nicola reached into her pocket and brought out some folded paper. Opening it, she laid the pieces before Bob, and he took in the sight of photocopied images of large squashed breasts, photocopied by his beloved. And more, there were images of a wet, open pussy clearly showing all holes and smears of juices over the glass.

Bob stared in disbelief, his appearance and position quite forgotten for a moment.

“She's quite a mistress,” said Nicola.

Bob didn’t know what to think. The sight of this intruder, with her slutty wares on display, proving that his beloved had communed with her, left him feeling even more aroused. It overrode the disgust he felt towards his beloved for whoring out her body in this ugly, cunt-drenched way. He looked at Nicola with tears in his eyes, cock still throbbing and desperate to be pumped, slickness oozing from his dick hole and spreading further over the thrumming glass.

“Oh, Bob”, the secretary said, stroking his arm, “it’s not like you own her. She can do what she wants. We both love her. Why don’t we share her together?”

He looked down at his beloved and stroked her softly. He could feel the humming of her energy and the hot breath still licking around his tight balls. He felt Nicola’s hand reach around and squeeze his saggy, clenched buttocks.

Moving behind him, she licked the edge of his ear.

“What do you say, Bob? Should we have a threesome?” She nibbled on an earlobe and let her long nails walk themselves around to his swollen base.

He nodded. Moving the photocopies to one side, he picked up the purple strap-on. He was surprised to find it already warm. He held it in front of him and thought about how nice it would be to feel it inside of him.

“Where did you get this?” he asked.

“Boss’s office. I use it a lot.” She chuckled, softly running her nail tips over his hip.

He passed it behind him and waited. Nicola moved around so he could see what she was doing. Taking off her suit jacket and shirt, he gaped as she revealed her large, round breasts encased in a black lace bra. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her only in her bra and stilettos.

Bob stared at her shaven pussy.

“They don’t call me Knickerless-Nicola for nothing, you know.”

A moan escaped Bob’s lips as he watched as Knickerless climbed into the harness and strapped it on tightly. Bob stared at the leggy blonde wearing the seven inch purple cock, stroking his beloved with one hand and wiping his sweaty brow with the other.

“Pass me that WD-40, Bob.”

She pushed her hips towards him, letting him spray the strap-on with his favourite lubricant. He coated the whole thing until it was dripping and running down her legs.

“Are you ready, Bob?” she breathed. He nodded, excitement shaking his buttocks as Knickerless moved behind him.

Immediately, he felt the hard head of the strap-on prodding between his buttocks. Slowly but steadily, the thick purple shaft glided into his ass, filling him up. As she slid inside him, Bob pressed his beloved's lid down again, putting pressure on his waiting cock once more. He started thrusting again, pushing his length underneath the lid with invigorated force. Every time he pulled nearly out, Nicola’s dick filled his ass. He moaned continuously, his beloved squeezing down his cock, or Nicola thrusting purple silicone up him as she fucked him to delirium.

Lost in petroleum clouds of pure pleasure, Nicola grabbed his hips and pounded deep into him, thrusting harder and faster as he crushed his beloved's lid onto his straining cock, flattening his hard flesh against the glass to dangerous levels. All he could do was take it, his beloved's imminent bite be damned!

Nicola felt herself getting wetter as the nubbed back of the strap-on rubbed against her clit, causing soft whimpers to leak from her mouth. She moved her legs a little closer together to benefit from the pressure of her thighs, and shifted back again when she lost rhythm.

Bob's buttocks slapped against her as she forced the purple meat as fast and hard as she could, half-lifting his middle-aged weight up between herself and the photocopier until Bob, lost in the ecstasy of one hell of an ass-pounding,his cock trapped between hot plates, yelled out.

"Aaahhh!" His upper body slammed backwards, thumping onto Nicola's bouncing tits, and his ass clamped down on the purple glass, taking Nicola's hips with them, half-way up to the ceiling. Between the lid and glass plate of the photocopier, Bob's cock spewed ropes and streamers of sticky cum, sliding their way along the river-paths of lube, to drip down over the far edge of the rounded plastic side.

Trying her best to support the chubby little man, she felt him give a few tiny thrusts, the spent last urges of his fantastic agony, and he flopped forward again as she let him sink down to put his feet fully on the floor. Nicola inwardly thanked her gym instructor for her leg muscles, and slowly pulled the strap-on out.

With a soft popping sound, his suddenly floppy cock slid out of the photocopier, and Bob slumped to his knees, gasping and red-faced with exertion. Not for the first time, Nicola wondered if she'd be hooking up with another paramedic that night when Bob had a heart attack.  She helped him to a chair, and gave him a minute to recover.

Still in her stilettos with the slimy proud purple cock jutting up, she looked down at the exhausted man, spreading her legs wide so he could see the wetness gleaming down her thighs from her bare cunt.

“You want to see how me and her do it?” she asked.

Bob just nodded, staring at her heavy, lace-clad breasts as she breathed heavily from the previous action. She unstrapped the harness, took the straps off, and handed him the dildo. Bob sat in his chair, and his cock, having decided without him that there was more fun to be had, started to swell again.

“Oh my,” said Nicola. “It’s even better than I imagined.” Leaning over, she stroked the head with a teasing finger, causing Bob to shudder lightly. She hummed to herself and licked her lips. Turning her back to him, she climbed up on top of the photocopier, giving him a full view of her splendiferous, meaty-lipped cunt and tight little crinkle. She paused, knees either side of the glass panel so the light from below shone up to kiss her sopping folds.

She will never know how close Bob came to a heart attack that night, but he told himself that he'd have gone happy if he'd had it.

Ass high in the air, long, lean legs splayed, Nicola bent her head down and looked at Bob from between her thighs. He watched, dumbstruck, as she slowly stuck out her snake-like tongue, and gently lapped at a splatter of his cum. She scooped it up, a long string of it still in contact with his beloved, lit up from her innermost core. Taking it into her mouth, she dipped her cheek down and he watched as she smeared first one side of her face, and then the other, in his spunk.

With one hand to balance her, she used the other to slide through the wetness spreading thickly across the glass in the heat.

"You see?" she purred. "She loves your spunk on her, and she loves it on me, too." The photocopier hummed and gave a blink, auto-checking its scanner position, then settling down to wait, just as Bob was doing.

Taking that spunk-sticky hand, Nicola slowly moved it between her legs again, and covered her tiny caramel star with her palm. Both photocopier and caretaker held their breath.

She slid it down a little further, and dipped her hand onto the glass once more. Strings of cum connected the thrumming machine and Nicola's pussy, middle finger sliding into her ass, and thumb sliding into her smooth cunt. She circled her hips, letting Bob and the photocopier watch the light play on the fluids of man, woman and machine as her hand moved her digits in and out, moving now and again to spread more juice and rub it into her large clit.

Deftly, she suddenly swung up and planted both high-heeled feet firmly on either side of the glass, knees bent to her shoulders and offering a full frontal view that made her sopping hole gape and her little crinkle wink in the uplighter. She gyrated, sucking her fingers as Bob and the photocopier watched a drool of clear honey ooze out of her.

Raising herself up higher, she motioned to Bob to hold the purple dildo upright firmly on the glass below her.  Just when Bob thought he couldn't get any harder, she kept pumping his cock bigger and tauter, just by making him watch her. He could feel the crackle of static in the air, and knew his beloved wanted her too.

Pussy level with his eyeline (and oh, how he wanted to push his face into her folds and flaps!), she spread her buttcheeks, slowly lowering her bum onto the purple glass cock, letting it fill her up and putting her shaven pussy right on top of Bob's shaking hand.

"Ooo," she moaned, "do you hear her?" The photocopier kicked itself into action, taking copies of Bob's clenched hand holding the base of the dildo. Nicola grabbed his shoulders to hold herself firm, and as the copies kept coming, she rubbed her dripping pussy over the top of his hand.

Using his other hand, Bob began to stroke his cock again, keeping the tip pressed against his beloved as the vibrations she emitted soaked through him to squeeze his ball sack and tighten him up.

Nicola swung around, scent of salty spunk, musky sweet honey, tangy WD-40, fresh ink and a slight hint of ozone swathing around them in heady clouds. She kicked her legs out in front of her, and smooshed her pussy onto the spunky lubed glass, Bob's shaking hand still holding the base of the dildo (it never occurred to him that Nicola's activity could have smashed his beloved's glass face if he let go). The vibrations of machine and human together began to bring Nicola towards her edge.

Bob stepped back, still tugging on his own cock, and let go of the dildo. Sensing the change, Nicola looked back as he gave her an almighty slap on each ass cheek, the pain suddenly oozing forth a fresh juice slick. She grinned, and brought her legs back behind her.

"Take my bra off, Bob".

The photocopier was still copying.

Bob's thick fingers fumbled at the fastening, but he managed to undo it. Before he could reach around to feel her tits, Nicola slid herself off the copier, squashing her breasts into the spunk and smearing them around in it. Before Bob could figure out what she was doing, she swung around, hopped up onto the still-copying glass plate again, splayed her legs and thrust her spunk-covered tits at him.

Bob could not contain himself any longer. His hands on either side of Nicola’s hips and holding firmly onto his beloved he thrust his gleaming cock into Nicola’s inviting pussy, feeling the nubs of the dildo's base on his ball sack. Using one hand to grab the nearby chair, he sucked on each hard nipple and messily lapped all over her breasts.

The photocopier was still coping, the humming louder than ever, sending vibrations through the glass up Nicola's ass and into Bob's balls. Kneeling up a little on the edge of the chair so he could reach, Bob began fucking Nicola for all he was worth, and then some.

Nicola’s moans were in sync as she felt Bob’s throbbing cock slide in and out of her, even more purple than the dildo, with his inexpert tongue waggling over cummy breasts. His thighs were slamming against his beloved every time he went inside her, his balls slamming on the touchscreen of the machine. With every stroke he could feel his balls tightening more and more, the sign that his orgasm was about to arrive. If he didn't shoot his load over and into these two vixens, there was going to be a room redecorated with sperm splatts when he exploded.

Nicola felt the trembling inside her, and just as she was about to come, she swung her legs up onto his shoulders, allowing him deeper entry and forcing her tits to slap back and forth in their own version of a water fight with indestructible balloons.

Thrusting with all his might, as deep as he could go, Bob fell over the edge as he started unloading, silent with the force of it even as Nicola yelled a thousand "YES"s. He quickly pulled out and slammed his hand down on the photocopier, cumming all over Nicola's pussy and the smeared glass, streams and rivulets splattering into hidden trays and crevices not-yet found.

The photocopier went berserk, suddenly juddering back and forth as endless copies of two purple cocks, one magenta cunt, glittering diamond juice, pearly smears and rainbow whirls filled the tray with Bob's beloved's own orgasmic outpourings

Suddenly, all was quiet. The scent of their sex session, along with the smell of the warm, freshly printed paper, filled the room. Their panting and cooling-down ticking of the machine were the only sounds that were left in the room.

In a horrible slap of fear that brought their stomachs to their throats, they heard a voice. Their heads shot round, and there was Bill. Watching them.

“Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?”

The photocopier began copying...

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Author’s notes: We do not advise using WD-40 as a sexual lubricant. We also don’t condone sitting or shagging on a photocopier because you might fall through the glass (not speaking from experience, honest). The photocopier was a willing participant throughout the entire story.

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This story was previously published on Lush as a collaboration between Elitfromnorth & Daisy Shylass, on Elitfromnorth's account, which is now deleted. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. This story has been updated and had its nipples tweaked.