Putting on a red push-up bra to complement my suspender belt and open-crotch knickers was the next logical step after deciding that going braless with a tight white blouse to work was too much to handle at this point. I was also wearing a pair of red 4-inch heels, dark stockings, and a skintight dark grey skirt.

I was very aroused after spending the better part of the night before watching Roger and his buddies fuck a variety of women in every imaginable way. There had to be a way for me to attend the Lions meetings like one of these ladies without jeopardizing my secure employment.

Roger had gone to a Lions meeting the night before, and I was already looking forward to using his computer to look for pictures from the gathering.

However, work was going to be hectic today because three new client jobs were being printed and needed proofreading, and Roger still had not shown up.

I went downstairs to the shop floor to see how things were going since it was getting close to 10:30; these proofs absolutely could not be late. I wanted to give those elderly men something to look at, so I went to the loo to take a quick look at myself. Nothing was see-through except my bra because of my shirt, which did a good job of drawing attention to my tits.

Though my suspender straps and knicker line were visible under my fitted skirt, my cunt flaps peeking out from under my open-crotch underwear were obviously invisible.

I sauntered my way over to Sam in the middle of the factory, turning heads as I did so, because I was feeling aroused. One of the proofs was being done by Sam, an elderly Black man. There was a twinkle in the old devil's eye as he surveyed me as I drew near.

His words were, "Good morning, Rita. The proof is ready." He then handed me a roll of printed film. I inquired whether Sam, who stood at approximately 5'8" and was quite talkative, had any complaints about the job, but my mind kept wandering to the photos I had seen of him the previous night.

Sam, along with two of the factory guys, seemed to have attended a Lions meeting with Roger at one point. One photo showed Sam sticking his knob into the twat of a blonde.

The size of his dong stayed with me; even though his cock was deep in, another six inches of black, salami-thick prick stuck out! The blonde with her legs spread wide wore an expression of intense desire; her nearly snarled mouth betrayed the intense pleasure she was experiencing, which was substantiated by the quantity of her velvety pussy juice on Sam's member.

I was incredibly aroused by the idea of his knob extending my hole!

As soon as I retrieved the film, I returned to the office, where the men were staring at me in an attempt to disrobe. Thinking about eight hard cocks made my fanny wet.

I returned to the office and found Roger sitting at his desk. As I walked in, he glanced up, and I could tell his expression had changed. I felt my nipples stiffening from worrying about Sam and the other workers; holy cow, they were sticking out of my shirt like hat pegs!

After placing the printed proof on the center table of the office, I proceeded to arrange it. To get it, I had to stretch across the table because it was so big. I could feel Roger's watchful eye on me as my skirt became even more snug as a result.

While I took a step back, Roger remained by my side, and we began to compare the design to the specifications provided by the client. In order to achieve this, we bent over quite a bit to use the printer's magnifying glass, which we placed on the design before focusing our eyes on it.

My hips were practically touching Rogers's as we stood so close.

Or at least I thought I could; his body heat was palpable. I noticed that Roger was giving me extra attention while we reviewed the proof, and we touched hands unintentionally; on two occasions, our shoulders rubbed. Though I pretended not to be aroused, I kept my composure and carried myself professionally.

Roger informed me that proofreading was crucial to the company's success and that a mistake could cost thousands of pounds.

Roger mentioned that he had a lunch appointment by the time we were done, so we agreed to complete the other two proofs when he came back. We expected them to be ready by now.

I returned to the factory floor to retrieve the remaining proofs after Roger departed. Because I was impatient to return to the office, I retrieved the remaining proofs without wasting any time.

I ate my fruit lunch at my desk and then got down to the business of proofreading. I looked all over my desk and the proofing table, but I could not locate the eyeglass. As a result, I went to Roger's desk and saw it right beside his computer.

Because of my curiosity, I seized the chance to check Roger's computer for any changes to the Lions file; after all, we had a meeting the night prior.

The screen on Roger's email page popped up instantly because he had not shut his computer. I noticed an email folder called Lions just as I was about to close the page and search for the file. When I opened the folder, I saw that it had messages from two different people.

One of them came from an individual named Discreet Temps. The most recent message had arrived earlier that morning, and I chose to open it. "Note that the new girl was successful; contact me, Carole," the message read.

I made note of the address and phone number from a nearby town that were listed underneath.

A Gmail user named Frank was the sender of the others.

"What a fantastic evening; need to make her a regular," read the most recent message, which I clicked on once again. A file named PAM was attached in a zip file.

When I opened the attachment, I saw a collection of icons. As soon as I realized they were images, I cracked open the first one. I knew exactly what was coming, and the anticipation was making me nauseous.

In the photo, a stunning Black woman was serving Roger and another man drinks. To get the best shot, we stayed back a ways so you could see every detail.

Roger and his partner were still a good few inches below the woman, even with her killer black heels on. Her legs reached her armpits! Her tall stature belied her impeccable proportions; the taut skirt and blouse only served to highlight her ample buttocks, thighs, and arse.

They were much closer in the following shot, and they seemed to be laughing and joking with each other. Her bright red lipstick accentuated her pearly whites, which the woman possessed.

Roger had her blouse undone in the next picture, but she was still holding a tray with drinks on it. Her areolae were enormous and shaped like fucking burgers, and her nipples resembled puppy dog noses. She wore a dark blue half-cut bra that supported her tits.

Her skirt was tied around her waist as the pictures progressed; she had set down the drink tray. Roger fingered her while she wore her underwear sideways.

She had spread her legs a bit, so whoever was taking the pics had a perfect view of her cunt with Roger's fingers going in and out.

Her slit was shaved, but above, she had a full bush; this looked sexy against her blue knickers, stockings, and suspender belt.

There appeared to be about 200 pics in the file, so I went and got my flash drive and downloaded the file, just in case Roger came back early.

I closed Roger's computer and loaded the file on my computer. I noticed then that the last icon on the file wasn't a jpeg but was a wmv file; they'd filmed it!!

I clicked on the link, and the video opened. It quickly started where the woman was squatting in front of Roger and his mate; she was sucking Roger's prick as his mate wanked off in front of her face.

Within a minute, he shot a massive rope of spunk across her face; two more followed, one in her forehead and the other in her hair.

She didn't stop sucking Roger's prick while the guy was unloading on her!

Roger then assisted her to her feet, and she leaned over a chair while he engaged in intimate relations with her from behind.

He was calling her a filthy slut as he slammed his knob up her twat; for an old guy, he had a real fucking hard-on, and his bell end was purple and shiny with her cunt juice!

Two more guys stood in front of her with their cocks out as Roger fucked her; she got the 2 cocks together in her mouth as Roger pulled out and plastered her arse and thighs with spunk.

My skirt was up, and I was fingering my fanny like there was no tomorrow as the film continued.

She continued to serve drinks; cum was on her face and dripping onto her tits, and her arse and thighs were painted with white goo as the guys made her suck, fuck and wank their cocks.

There were five guys, and all had two goes at her; at one stage, she had a cock in her arse and another in her fanny. When she got hold of the cock in her arse, she pulled it out and shoved it in her cunt with the other. She was spraying cum as they both fucked her snatch.

She wasn't the only one; my cunt was squelching as I started to cum, and I was creaming my thighs!.

I switched off the video, pulled my skirt down, and tried to compose myself.

I then searched online; all that came up was a link to a web page.

All it said was that they offered discreet temporary workers for all occasions; they also said that they were continually looking for new talent.

I dialled the number on the screen, and a woman answered. She gave her name as Carole.

I explained that I was looking for temporary work and had seen her advert; she only asked me three questions: how old I was, what my measurements were and did I have any inhibitions. I answered, and she asked if I was free to meet the following day after work; I readily agreed.

My twat was still dripping as I laid out the next proof, and Roger came in.

This proof nearly filled the whole of the table, and in the proofing process, we had to lean in front of her at other times. I could smell my sex; fucking hell, I thought, Roger must be able to smell my cunt!

This process continued, and twice I "accidentally" put my hand on Roger's; I don't think he knew it had been in my cunt and was covered in fanny juice!

There was some fine detail on the proof to my left, and to see this properly, Roger had to move to the other side of me.

As Roger moved behind me, I discreetly pushed my arse back, so he brushed against it as he moved across. I continued as if nothing had happened, and we looked at the proof.

As I looked at the edge of the proof, I noticed the front of Roger's trousers; he'd got a fucking semi on!

Cunt juice was running down the inside of my thigh, and I was gagging for his cock.

As Roger moved back, I shoved my arse back again; Roger knew what I was doing as he moved very slowly, almost rubbing his knob over my arse.

Roger then indicated an error in the print located just beside him; it was evident that he wanted me to look down, as he was noticeably aroused, creating a prominent outline in the front of his trousers.

My cunt was on fire as I reached across to where Roger was pointing, making sure that my arm brushed his knob as I did. I turned so that I was face-on to Roger's side; my mound was now pressing against Roger's thigh. "I can't see anything," I said.

Roger replied, "Can't you?" I looked up into Roger's face, and he was looking directly at me as I put my hand on the end of his prick.

Roger moaned slightly as I squeezed his cock end through his trousers; he was fucking solid.

Still looking up at Roger, I unzipped his trousers and got my hand on his cock.

As I pulled it out of his trousers, I looked down. God, it was gorgeous, about 6/7 inches long; his foreskin was back, exposing his helmet, all lovely and purple with pre-cum dribbling out of the end.

Looking back at Roger, I rubbed my hand over his wet bell end.

Roger was slightly groaning as I got my hand round his prick and started to wank him off. "My filthy married minge is creaming Roger; finger it, for fuck's sake," I said.

Roger lost no time; my skirt was up around my waist as Roger shoved two fingers up my slot. I closed my eyes with pleasure as I felt a third finger up me.

Roger kissed me, and his tongue was down my throat; my hand was a fucking blur as I tossed him off as hard as possible.

My fanny was gushing as Roger fingered me, but I needed more. I let go of Roger's cock and got on the table. With my skirt around my waist, I spread my legs as wide as possible. I pulled my knickers to one side, showing him my wet, juicy gash. "Do me, Roger. Fuck this married slut's cunt.

"Take it; it's yours," I said as Roger shoved meat up me. He went in up to his balls; we fucked like crazy as my cum was spraying all over the place.

This wasn't going to last long, and I felt Roger stiffen. I instinctively tightened my fanny muscles round his knob as my hole was filled with hot creamy spunk.

We didn't move for a couple of minutes, then Roger pulled out and moved back. As his cock plopped out of my hole, it was followed by a stream of spunk and cunt juice, which went everywhere.

"Shit," Roger said, "there's cum all over the fucking proof! You'd better go down to the factory and get Sam to print another."

As if nothing had happened, I pulled my skirt down and went down to the factory. I went up to Sam and said, "There'd been a spillage on the proof, so we need another."

The old fucker looked me up and down, and I am sure he was smelling me; Roger's spunk and my cum were still dripping out of my twat. "Ok, but be careful with it," he said. I thought to myself, next time, it'll be your cock filling me with cum.

As I made my way back to the office, images of my meeting with Discreet Temps the following day raced through my head.

But that is a different tale altogether...