Chapter 1 - "You've got something on your shirt you dirty girl"

It was my first real job working in my field after college. I was barely 21 and woke up excited to go to work every day.

I had a focus on maintenance reliability, so when I found myself in a copper mine, you can only imagine that I also found myself surrounded by mostly men. It took a lot for me to gain their respect; I had to work extra hard and never let them see me cry. But eventually I was accepted with the crew, both on the maintenance team and with all the staff.

I don't think that it hurt my case that I looked the way that I did. I was 5’7” with sunkissed olive skin, fit with a DDD34 chest and an ass you could bounce a quarter off.

I did take my job seriously, but I couldn't lie and tell you that I didn't love all the attention and flirting with the guys. I tried to limit myself, but there were a few of them who just pushed the right buttons and toed the line, especially when no one was around.

When I first started, I always wore nice, business casual clothes, but as time went on, I got a bit more casual, as no one else was as dressed up as I was in a copper mine. My normal clothes consisted of a lot of tank tops and low-cut shirts. I tried as hard as I could to pull them up so they weren't too revealing, but that is next to impossible when you are as… endowed as I am. It always caused a spark deep inside me when I caught the guys looking down my shirt.

There was one man in particular that I caught all the time; he also happened to be the guy who pushed the boundaries the most. This story is about him, the man who started it all for me, who triggered a desire deep inside me. Don was my first old man, the first of many.

It started out harmless; he was just like the rest. With small comments or distant catcalls as I walked through the plant. Then he started to find a reason to come into my office to talk about issues, but the issues were always something small and easy to talk through, and then he would start with the personal questions.

One day, he asked if I had a boyfriend. When I said that I didn't, I could see the shock and a glimpse of excitement in his eyes that he quickly masked.

"A girl like you should have a man at home to help you relax after a long, hard day with all these dirty old men giving you a hard time."

A small spark of electricity sparked from deep within me.

I laughed.

"Don't you worry, Don. I have no problems relaxing on my own, plus I think you give yourself more credit than you deserve on that front; you dirty old men have done nothing that has made me even bat an eye!" I say playfully.

He chuckles heartily but with a hint of darkness.

Don is only a few inches taller than me, fairly average looking; he has a bit of a beer belly, bright blue eyes, and hair as white as snow. He is missing half of his index finger from an accident before I was even born, and he loves to wiggle that stub at me when I've made a mistake and call me a bad girl. Every time he did, it made my pussy tingle and a blush creep onto my cheeks.

After the boyfriend talk, Don found himself in my office at least once a day. Sometimes there was an issue, but eventually it was just to talk to me and flirt with me.

One day, he comes in, sits himself down on the edge of my desk, and says, "Shawna, I am about to break your heart."

I looked at him, feigning puppy dog eyes.

"Whatever do you mean, Don? Please be gentle with me," I say jokingly, but I can feel a small rush of juices flood my panties.

"Ooh, if you like it gentle, I can be gentle with you, girl."

There's fire in his eyes for just a second, and the second he sees me blush and push my legs together, he laughs.

"I'll break it to you gently, I mean! I just put in for my retirement. You've got me for another two weeks, then I am out of here!"

A shot of sadness does run through me as he finishes his sentence.

"Oh. Oh wow, that's amazing, Don. I am so happy for you!"

I do my best to sound excited, but I know that I am not hiding it well. I look down for a second, but he grabs my chin and pulls it up to look at him.

"I'm going to miss you too, but you know what this means, don't you?"

He finishes that sentence with a cheeky twang in his voice. I look at him and roll my eyes but start to blush, as when I look at him, he is staring straight at my tits and never leaves them as he says, "You're going to need to give me a going-away present on my last day, Shawna."

My breath catches as he is still staring at my chest. I can feel my nipples harden, and my lace bra does nothing to hide that fact. I see his smile grow the harder they get.

Finally, I cough a little, making my tits bounce and choke out.

"Ooh, will I? I could probably get a card together for everyone to sign and a bottle of whiskey for you."

He finally looks up deep into my eyes, not masking his desire.

"Mmmm, Princess, I have no need for a card, and I can buy my own whiskey. I am sure you'll figure out something to give me."

He looks down at my tits once again and says, "Oh, my my, you're a messy girl. You have something on your shirt. Here, let me get that for you."

He reaches down to my chest, and I watch his hand get closer to me. Instinctually, I stick my chest out towards him, and his thumb finds my nipple. He starts to rub it, slowly circling my hard, ultra-sensitive nub. I gasp and moan at his touch.

"Don, you can't do that."

But my body won't allow me to push his hand away. He is watching me now. He sees my eyes fixed on his aged hand playing with my nipple.

"Oh, it's okay; I am just helping you get something off your shirt, you dirty girl."

Then he pinches my nipple.

"Ooooh, it's really on there, girl!"

I am whimpering at his touch when all of a sudden there is a knock at my door, and he gives me one final pinch before he pulls away and stands up. I can see his big bulge in his pants just before he adjusts himself, and the door opens.

It's my co-worker coming for a meeting that we have scheduled, and just before Don walks out of my office, he turns around, his face out of view of my co-worker, and stares at my tits.

"See you later!"

And with that, he is gone. My face is flushed, and I can't believe what just happened.

Jen, my coworker, asks if I'm okay, and I start to casually laugh.

"Yes, he just told me he's retiring, and I'll be sad to see him go!"

She looks at me questioningly.

"That old guy? He's a bit of an asshole, don't you think? I'll be glad to see him go."

I shake my head a bit and laugh halfheartedly.

"Yeah, I suppose he can be a bit grumpy to some people, but he's grown on me, I guess. Anyway, should we get started?"

Jen is still standing in the doorway and says

"About that, I am wondering if we can push this until tomorrow? I have another meeting after this, and I really need to prepare for it."

A wave of relief washes over me.

"Yes, definitely, no worries at all! I'll see you tomorrow!"

As quickly as she came, Jen is out of my office after closing the door, and I am sitting there alone. Dumbfounded at what just happened, my breathing is still shaky. My hand reaches up to the nipple that he touched, and a moan escapes me as I close my eyes and imagine he is the one touching me.

I quickly open them, a need deep inside me that I can't shake. I quickly walk to my office door, and I lock it. I unbuckle my belt frantically and reach my hand inside my panties, and I plunge my fingers deep inside my pussy.

I find myself wetter than I have ever been in my entire life. My fingers are working frantically, fucking myself as my other hand plays with my nipple: his nipple. I think about him doing this to me, playing with me in my office, and I cum. I cum hard.

The loud sloshing sound as my fingers pump in and out of me as I cum on them is what might give me away if someone were to be walking by. I have been holding my breath, trying to keep the moans of deep pleasure at bay. I see stars from the wild wave of orgasm, and the lack of oxygen plummets through me.

Finally, as everything starts to slow, I allow myself to let out a slow, controlled breath, and the world starts to right itself again. I take my hands out of my pants and see two beads of cum dripping down my fingers, and as if possessed, I lick my fingers clean, something I have never done before. My breathing is heavy, but I work hard to slow it down and regain my composure.

I do up my belt just in time for another knock at my door that startles me. I take a deep breath and open the door with a fake smile on my face and a forced

"Hello?"

As the door swings open, there is Don with a sinister smile on his face. I flush at the sight of him.

"Oh, Don. Hi. What are you doing here?"

He looks me up and down hungrily.

"Well, I saw Jen leave right away, and I thought I'd come back, but the door was locked."

Don takes a deep breath, nose to the air.

"You must have been busy, weren't you?"

He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back deeper into my office. His eyes bore into me as I blushed a bright red.

"I…uh… I had to take a quick personal call, so I locked the door."

He takes a step towards me again and closes the door behind him. He is inches from my face.

"I don't think you did."

He takes another sniff of the air, and he leans in, mouth less than an inch from my ear.

"I smell the cum of a slut. I think you got off thinking about me just helping you clean your dirty shirt. I knew you were going to be a needy one, but I had no idea how needy your little hole would be."

I whimper as he talks to me and barely whisper.

"I…I… I didn't do... I'm not a… slut."

The last word is barely audible, but my pussy is leaking even more than it was before. My nipples ache through my shirt.

His laugh is deep, barely a laugh, almost a growl.

"I don't believe that for a second, little girl. I knew from the moment I saw you what you were. What you will be."

I furrow my brow, confusion written on my face. I look up at Don, doe-eyed.

"What do you mean, what I will be?"

He reaches up and pinches my nipple, and I moan.

"You'll see. But you have to be sure you listen to everything I tell you. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl?"

His thumb is circling my nipple, the same one as before: his nipple. I can barely breathe, barely think. I look down at his hands as they tease me, and I slowly nod. Transfixed.

"Mmmmmm, good girl," he says in a slow, deep growl, and I whimper.

"It's the end of my set today. I have 3 more sets before I am out of here. I want you to fuck yourself every night until I'm back, okay?"

I nod slowly, still watching his hands.

"Look at me, slut."

I look up at him immediately, with slight pain at his harsh words in my eyes, but not enough to cover the lust.

"I want you to fuck your little hole every night until you see me again, but you can only cum twice each night. Do you understand me, slut?"

I whimper out, "Yes, Don, I understand."

He brings his other hand to my cheek and caresses it.

"Mmmm, what a good girl you are when you listen."

My pussy throbs, I can feel the wet spot in my panties grow, and I ache for him to touch my pussy too, to be inside me.

"When I come back, I want to see you in one of those tight little skirts you used to wear, but if I see panty lines, you're going to be in big trouble. Real sluts don't wear panties, isn't that right, slut?"

He pinches my nipple as he calls me a slut again, and I nod frantically and shakily admit

"Yes, Sir."

He lets out a loud laugh.

"Sir?"

He laughs loudly.

"Ohhh, not a bad start; we can work on that."

He looks over at the clock and stands up straight and withdraws from my trembling body.

"Well, looks like it's time for me to pack up," he says as if nothing had just happened. He slaps the side of my tit.

"Have a good time while I'm away, slut."

He turns around and walks out the door. My panties are soaked, and I'm yet again left there dumbfounded, but something has awakened in me.