Rita, who is pleased to be married and is in her late 30s, is the subject of the first chapter. She is an exhibitionist and a bit of a slut, particularly when it comes to older men.
The activities that she engages in are not hidden from her husband Andy...
Not only had both of my sons graduated from college, but I had also recently secured a position as a personal assistant for an elderly man who owned and operated a prosperous business in the area. I was quite pleased with myself. This would keep me busy because Andy, my husband, is away from home for a significant amount of time.
Roger was the name of the individual I was working for; he was in his seventies but still managed his own business, which was a kind of high-end printer that produced company brochures for professional services firms and financial institutions. There were around ten workers, all of whom were elderly like Roger; the business was conveniently located on the outskirts of town.
I was hired as a personal assistant because Roger wanted to spend less time at the office (and meeting with clients in particular) so he could play golf and other recreational activities. My responsibilities included learning the ropes of the company and helping out with sales.
Every single employee was a man, and judging by their ages, they were all well into their sixties. Roger showed me around the tiny factory on my first day and introduced me to everyone.
Even though I was dressed conservatively—in a patterned dress and low heels—the older gentlemen were nonetheless unconvinced. I could feel their eyes analysing me, and I heard one say, "She is pretty attractive, Rog."
Their gazes were like a mirror revealing my undress, and one of them even remarked, "She is a bit of alright, Rog." Roger laughed, and we moved back to the office.
The fact that I'd just been leered at by 8 dirty old blokes had given me an itch; this was normal when I was around men; my fanny frequently got me into trouble.
The office was very big; Roger had a very large desk in one corner with window views in two different directions, and there was a very large table in the middle of the office.
According to Roger, this was a proofing table where he would review client designs and the like. On the other side, with no window views, was a considerably smaller desk that would be my workspace. Sharing an office was something I would never have done before, but Roger assured me it would be the best way to get a feel for the company.
For the following two weeks, Andy was hard at work, leaving me with little choice but to immerse myself in the task at hand, which, to be honest, was not particularly challenging.
I stuck to my previous style of dressing conservatively, which meant no high heels or short skirts. I did wear stockings, though, but nothing tight or figure-revealing, so I wasn't attracting any attention in the company.
The business was very successful with about 50 customers; judging by Roger's clothes and car, he did well out of it. I wasn't complaining; the salary was far bigger than anything that I'd previously earned. Each time we started a new job for a customer, I was to go into the factory and collect the first proofs, which Roger would check and train me on how to do. In the first week or so, I'd done this a few times; we were quite busy.
Then on the Thursday afternoon when in the factory, I dropped one of the customer's proofs; luckily, it landed on a small bench by the print machine, so it wasn't damaged. I bent over to retrieve it, and someone wolf-whistled at me! I couldn't believe that this had happened.
I mean, no one ever whistles at a lady these days; it's not PC, but then again, these guys were all ancient and had probably never heard of PC. I straightened up and, blushing, left the factory floor.
I realised that when I bent over, even though my skirt was loose, it would have pulled tight over my arse, and if anyone looked, they'd have seen my knicker outline and maybe my suspender straps; someone did look. By the time I got back to the office, I had the itch again.
Not only that, I had that warm wet feeling between my legs, and I wished that I'd worn something a bit more revealing and started to imagine that the guys in the factory would rub their cocks looking at me.
The following day and future days, I started to dress more sexy and provocatively, in tight skirts just above my knee, stockings and suspenders, of course, and heels about 3 or 4 inches high, and tight blouses which showed off my big tits.
I noticed Roger started to pay far more attention to me when he was in the office, and on a couple of occasions, I'd caught him having sly looks at my legs; my desk didn't have any skirt, so from where he sat, he had a good view of my legs when I was sitting on my chair.
Not only that, but when I went into the factory, I would walk and swing my hips; all the guys would stop work and watch as I sashayed to pick up the proofs.
I was absolutely smitten with this; the fact that eight elderly men were lusting after me was making my fanny wet on most days. We would have a mutual masturbation session while I told Andy about how I had teased these guys. By the time I got home in the evenings, I would have already ripped off my dress and was on Skype with Andy.
Roger spent a significant amount of time away from the office, and from what I understood, he used to spend a couple of nights per week with a different organisation or group that was known as Lions.
Lions I knew were a customer but were handled only by Roger, and I never saw anything from them.
Roger stood at a height of approximately 6 feet and had grey hair. Despite the fact that he was in his 70s, he appeared to be in good health; it was clear that he had taken care of himself. It turned me on to do this, and with Andy's working away being extended, we would have a major wank session on Skype every night. I made sure that when we were in the office together, I would let my skirt ride up a little bit, therefore giving him a good piece of leg to look at.
Andy was delighted by the fact that I was making fun of these guys, and he was content with it so long as I informed him of everything and informed him in advance if I intended to go any further.
The phone rang approximately one week later, and when I picked it up, a woman was on the line. She asked for Roger, and I responded that he was out of the office. She then said that she was from the Lions, and she asked if I could give a message to Roger, asking him to bring this week's Lions file with him tonight. I said yes, and then I hung up the phone.
Roger returned to the office approximately one hour later, and I delivered the message to him when he arrived. In the process of downloading something, I observed that he removed a flash drive from his pocket, plugged it into his computer, and then began the process. The phone then rang again; Roger answered it and said that he was on his way.
It was then that he extracted the flash drive from the computer and informed me that he had to leave and that he would see me the following day.
However, I chose to disregard it and proceed with my work. Nevertheless, my phone rang at precisely the moment that I was about to leave at five o'clock. The person who called me was Roger, and he asked me to turn off his computer automatically.
I'd got my coat on and was ready to leave when I walked across to Roger's desk to shut down his computer. At the very moment that I was about to close it, I became aware of an icon on the screen that represented Lions.
Curiosity overcame me, prompting me to click on the icon, as it represented the first information I had seen about this product or service. It opened, and there were 10 files; each one had a date, and the last one was dated 2 days ago.
I clicked on this file, and it opened with a list; there looked to be around 100 items listed. I noticed that they were picture files, so I clicked on view and changed the list to thumbnails.
A picture of Roger and four other men, all of whom were roughly the same age, smiling and drinking in what appeared to be a private bar, was the first one that appeared on the screen. They were all standing together and laughing when the next picture was taken, and a woman had joined them. She appeared to be in her 30s, was attractive, and was dressed in a manner that was appropriate for the circumstance. The following photograph shows Roger with his hand tucked into her blouse. Fucking hell, in the next picture, she had her blouse totally open; she had on a red support bra, her tits were sticking out, and her nipples were on stalks.
A second man was sucking on the other tit while she was kissing Roger, who was squeezing one of his tits. She was still kissing Roger, and another guy was still sucking on her nipples. The next one featured a guy on his knees with her skirt folded up around her waist. She had Roger's knob in her hand, and the guy who was kneeling before her had her red knickers turned to the side and was fingering her twat.
I could not believe what I was seeing; I could not believe that all four of the men who were 70 years old were now completely naked, and Jesus, they all had fucking hard-ons. When the next pictures were taken, the woman was seen bending over and sucking on Roger's knob while a man was standing behind her with his tongue stuck up her cunt joint.
As I looked at picture after picture of this woman being fucked to the point of insanity, I was not even aware that my hand was in my knickers, and I had three fingers up my gash. She had cum dripping off her face and tits, and she was fucking loving it! There were times when she had two cocks in her mouth and one up her cunt, one in every hole, and every position you could possibly think of.
I just came when I saw the picture of her sitting on one guy's cock, and Roger, who was kneeling in front of her, had his prick in her cunt as well. She also had a cock in her mouth and another in her hand, and she had spunk on her belly and all over her body.
As I now had four fingers in up to the knuckle, I cannot believe the amount of cum that was spraying out of my cunt.
I swiftly regained my senses and returned to my desk. I got a flash drive and downloaded every file before closing Roger's computer.
I did not spend any time on Skype with Andy when I arrived home; instead, I went to the kitchen, where I was fortunate enough to find the cucumber that I had purchased over the weekend. After obtaining a bottle of wine and a glass, I proceeded to the bedroom to serve myself.
The entire night was spent by me looking through each and every file; fuck, there were four different women. Two women were seen together on two separate occasions, but they were all very similar to one another. There was a blonde, two brunettes, and a redhead, and they all wore the same style of dress and looked at the pictures together. They all enjoyed being fucked by a group of elderly men.
Although Roger appeared in each and every set, there were a few that were distinct from the others. There was a situation in which an elderly man of African descent who worked in the factory was present; the elderly man had a fucking snake for a cock because it was that large.
Certainly, I played with the cucumber in a manner that was not appropriate.
To become one of those women was my ultimate goal. Those old scumbags, oh my God, I secretly wished that they would fuck me and treat me like their slut. I secretly wished that they would. I had such a strong desire to demonstrate to them who I was that I did not care; I was desperate to use myself for their advantage.
I had lost count of the number of times that I had cum, and by the time the night was over, I had even gotten the wine bottle, with the thick end facing up, and my bed was fucking soaked.
I was wearing a grey skirt that was extremely tight, a white blouse, no bra, open-crotch knickers, dark stockings, a red suspender belt, and very high red heels when I woke up the following morning. For the purpose of obtaining an invitation to the upcoming Lions meeting, I was going to act as Roger's slut today; my snatch was on fire in order to obtain the invitation!
