1. Peal necklace pleasure


    Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Author: merlinnz, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Sometimes, with the ones she’d fancied, she ring up the supervisor and ask if he could spare….who ever…to come and stiff some boxes of paperwork. Ken was one of these lucky buggers. She would wear a string of pearls. This was a sign that your luck was in. You see it was a sex aid and Jen said you knew if she asked for help from you in the records office and she was wearing her pearls you were in for a good time. Ken went on to tell me there was no preamble. Once in the basement Sally would sit on the table there, beckon you forward, unzip and un-belt your trousers so they fell to the floor and wrap her string of pearls around you erect dick and begin to wank you. Ken told me the feeling was out of this world as they rolled up and down the length of your shaft. You weren’t allowed apparently to touch, unless Sally said so. Only once did he actually get to see her pussy, normally she’d hitch up her skirt so her French knickers were exposed. Always French and always silk. Sally usually unbuttoned her blouse to expose her undercut bra, thrusting up her breasts. The deal was she’d wank you off with her pearls and you’d shoot your load over her breasts. Somehow Sally would know when you were about to cum and if she wasn’t ready she’d grip you dick even tighter, squeezing the pearls into your erect flesh. And then speed up her movements until you came. Ken said it was one of the most exciting and pleasurable experiences he’d ever had. Once you’d cum Sally would run her pearls though ...
    the spunk and said it was the best cleaning they ever could have had. Now Ken had told me this story many times, and every time I saw Sally wearing her pearls I’d imagine what it would have been like to be a lucky recipient of her service. Then one Saturday I was working overtime and so was Sally. A phone call came through to the warehouse and the supervisor called out to me. “Sally wants you to go to the records room and help her store some stuff”. The entire warehouse erupted in cat calls and micky taking. I was so embarrassed. The lift stopped at B and I went out into the dungeon like environment, calling out Sally’s name. “Down here” she said and her voice sounded distant. She was down the far end where racks and racks of boxes were stored. I’ll be frank, I had hoped to find her sat on the table, legs open and pearls in hand. It wasn’t to be. I found Sally on the top rung of a ladder trying to look through boxes. “can you come here and steady me please”. Shuffling forward between the overfull shelves I grabbed the ladder. “Take this” she said and passed me down a file. Looking up to grab it I noticed that I could see up her skirt. She wore stockings, even though tights were common then, and they had several clasps. These were tanned stockings, not seemed but I could she the top of her thighs quite easily. Leaning forward a bit and looking up directly now, I could see the pale blue of her satin, (or was it silk), French knickers. Oh My God. I was just a few feet away from ...
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