Message-ID: <21879asstr$945501001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Tyrone Lamayer" Subject: {ASSM} STORY : The Girls At Work. (MFFFF, Fantasy) Lines: 196 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 X-Original-Message-ID: <0Cy64.136$HG.5123@nnrp4.clara.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 22:15:24 GMT Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1999 02:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, apuleius The Girls At Work Browsing around an old musty second hand shop in a mall on holiday, I found a trinket, which I bought as a present for a friend. It looked like a brooch but where the pin should have gone was an almost illegible inscription "ASHBAR." It didn't look like much but it had lots of shiny stones embedded in the front. I discovered that it was more than just a piece of ornamental jewellery though. By handling it in a certain way, it had the power to drastically slow the pace of time around me. I could "freeze" the immediate area and then do anything I wanted without any one remembering what had happened. Anyone else in the vicinity would still be able join my time frame but only at my request, and only in the physical sense. They could move and hear me but would not be fully conscious of what was going on. For a living, I work in a factory. I work on a shift pattern and pack plastic components all shift. Not what you would call a glamorous job, but then again I have other things in my life for amusement. The time shifter being the main one. As it is supposed to be a clean working environment, we all wear company issued white boiler suits. Also, because it tends to get quite hot in the main part of the factory where we work, we all tend to wear very little under the boiler suits. This is great for me, as I love to watch the girls I work with as they bend over and generally move about. I get treat to some fantastic views of the lines of their underwear. This sort of thing fascinates me, as I have always found the view of what was just beneath the clothes just as appealing as was actually being hidden from view. It means as well that they are indirectly forced to wear white underwear, another fascination of mine. Of course, this sort of environment means that there can be a few coarse comments in the locker room at the end of the shift. The girls get talked about in some very unflattering ways. Some more than others. There was Allyson, or Ally, as she was known. She in charge of the girls on the shift. Very sharp thinker and always on the move for one reason or another. She has no time for most of the lads on the shift as she thinks they all want to get into her panties. Most of them do, but I think her greatest features are those beautiful thick, pouting lips of hers. Then there is Tina, who has no problem in handling the lads. She has built a reputation for herself by assuring any would be lethario, that he wasn't enough man for her and she could have him for breakfast. Tina has a slight Scottish accent and her best feature in my eyes is her lovely full, round butt. It always distracts me when she bends over for whatever reason. Jan has a gorgeous pair of breasts, which I have to try not to stare at when we talk. She is very quiet though and doesn't really say much. Becky likes to touch you when she is talking to you. Nothing too much, just on the arm, affectionately I suppose. She is about fortyish and is in a bad marriage. We have often sat and discussed this, her and me; she is very open with me. Anne just has one of those bubbly personalities that you just can't help but like. They are all fair game for the banter of the locker room when they swap stories and anecdotes about what they'd like to do with whom. Only I know what they are really like. Shortly after learning how to use the time shifter properly, I decided that it might be fun to see how much use it could be at work. Thinking specifically about five particular ladies, I took the shifter into work with me and when no one was looking, hid it in the back of my locker in a roll of tissue paper. It would be a very tense time waiting for the right time to use it, knowing that it was sitting in a relatively unsecured place. I decided to wait and see how the shift unfolded before I used it. My first break came and I went to the canteen. I noticed three of the five girls I was curious about were sitting together and decided that this was the ideal time. Going to my locker, I got the time shifter out and began unwrapping it from the tissue paper. "What you got there then?" it was Rob, one of my workmates. I knew he was quite mouthy and if he saw too much, would cause problems. I bundled it back into the locker and played it down. "Nothing…umm…er…d'you fancy a coffee then…. I'm buying!". I locked the door and we made our way through to the canteen, relieved that I hadn't been pressed into telling him. The rest of the shift flew past and I decided that I would wait until my last break until I used the shifter. Holding it in my hand, I went through the procedure of activation. As I heard things come to a now familiar abrupt silence, I checked the stones and reckoned I had about an hour to play with. Of course, this only meant a fraction of a second of real time. Getting back onto the shop floor, everything was freeze-frame still as I expected. Everyone was frozen and the whistle and clank of the machines they were working beside had fallen silent. I began looking for Ally, but she was no where to be found. Wanting to make the most of my hour or so, I gathered the other four girls, Tina, Jan, Becky and Anne. I asked them to make their way to the canteen whilst I took the other route there and looked for Ally on the way. I caught up with them in the canteen but without Ally. I stuck my head around the door in the ladies and saw her straightening her hair in front of the mirror. She was pouting away to herself, as if she were doing a photoshoot for some invisible photographer. This was the first time I had ever seen her standing still. I asked her to join us in the canteen and she followed me out. Now I had them where I wanted them. They stood before me. Ally, with her trim body and sculpted cheek bones. Tina with her younger look and those lovely wide, accommodating hips. Jan was next and for once wasn't trying to hide or downplay a heaven sent pair of melons. Becky's' relative maturity was hidden, as she joined the rest with their relaxed look. Anne stood out from the rest with her blonde hair and striking make up. I explained that I had asked them here for a reason. And that reason was to find out what they were like beneath their everyday exteriors. I warned them that I wanted to share intimate details about them and myself and if they were unhappy about this, then they could leave without anything more being said or done. Anne mustn't have felt comfortable with the idea as she made her way to the door. The others remained. The atmosphere felt relaxed as I went on to describe my intentions and again invited anyone who wasn't sure, to feel free to leave. No one moved. I began my "inspection." They stood in front of me next to one another, fully dressed in their white boiler suits; the rest of the canteen was empty except for us. Ally was first in line. I stood square in front of her and put my hands on her hips. Moving them slowly upward, I brought them to rest on her breasts. I then asked her if she wanted to feel my balls through my clothes. She nodded and cupped her hand under them. It felt fantastic. Ally was usually so domineering, so in charge, yet here she was with her hand around my balls. Tina was next. We did the same thing. She had big enough tits to fill your hand but not much more. They felt very firm through the thick material of her clothing. I could just detect a hint of lace in top of her bra cup as I fondled her there. Her hold on me was a lot tighter than Allys' but not uncomfortable. Almost as though she testing how big a man I was before I could ask her to go any further. Now Jans' were something else. I spent a little longer on hers than the others. They were big. Big and squashy. I was desperate to get that zipper down and check them out properly. She held me gently, as if she were scared of it. Beckys' breasts were small and didn't stand out a great deal but she had a very warm and caressing grip on my groin that I had to force myself away from. Returning to the front, I asked them to carry on to the next step. They pulled their boiler suits down around their midriffs and I stepped out of my clothes altogether. I struggled to get my erection past the seam at the front of the suit as I lifted my legs out of them. My women stood right there with their bra-clad breasts sitting patiently, waiting my request for their removal. Ally and Becky both wore the same style of bra. Plain white with little decoration or lace and a definite look of utility about them. They were there to lift, separate, and not a lot else. Tinas' had white satin from the underwire, to take the weight and a thick lace pattern up to the full rounded cup top. They left quite a bit to the imagination but each cup still looked full. Jan. Well Jan had a sports bra on. I could have expected this of Jan. Minimising her curves so as not to draw attention to herself. I had to see more though. I couldn't help watching only Jan, as they removed this item of underwear. As she pulled the tight lycra up and over her head, her huge tits swung unconstrained and settled about two inches lower than previous. Her wide nipples were perfectly central on the swollen rust coloured aroela, pointing outwards and slightly downward under the straining weight of her melons. The large milky white globes seemed to defy gravity with their firmness. I asked them to remove the rest of their clothes and sit back against the table behind them. I stood between Allys legs, my feet between hers. The hair on the outside of my thighs brushing against the inside of hers. I leaned forward to hold her bare, naked breasts in my hands and kissed her fully on the lips. She returned the kiss and I felt my already rigid member spring towards her. It was straining to be out of my shorts so I eased it out and over the elastic. As I let go, it made contact with her dark, curly pubic hair. A thin thread of precum stretched between us as it jerked away from her under its own reflex. I could feel the hot reservoir of spunk boiling in my balls, desperate to erupt. I loved the feeling my cock gave me. Sort of numb at the root but aching so sweetly as it got further up the thick veiny stem until it almost burned with anticipation at the angry bulbous tip. My hips fell forward as my head spun from the excitement of the situation. My shaft tip crashed its way along her waiting furrow and found its stop at the entrance to her cunt. The ridge of its helmet nestled full into the slippery opening of her sex. The wrinkled labia felt hot and wet as they invited my raiding glans. The spunk was welling, deep in the base of my cock. I clenched my teeth to try and hold back from the inevitable thrust but to no avail. I jabbed it into her hot cunt and was met with a welcoming thrust from her waiting hips. The resistance came from her tightness but it felt as though she was sucking me in. My foreskin peeled back inside her and the underside of my glans was electrified with her smooth wetness. I withdrew sharply and dragged my swollen barbed tip from her sopping hole. My cum shot halfway through my dick and halted on its trapped path. I moved on to each of the others and we sampled each other in the same way. One or two stunted thrusts and instant withdrawal to maintain my supply for later. For our next bit of fun, I asked them to turn and bend over the table, supporting themselves on one arm and putting their other hand between their thighs to part their lips for me. I sampled each one fully. Driving my thick girth deep into each of the girls cunts and sampling their tight softness one at a time. Until I got to Becky. Until I saw Becky's big long slit, all slippery and shiny. I had always thought what it would be like to fuck an older woman. What would it be like? I was to find out. She was not as tight as the rest. This didn't matter, as her response to my insertion was quite different. She began to bang back as soon as I became buried inside her. Wildly. Tossing her head around. Moaning softly. Slapping the table below her hand. Bucking on my prick. Gyrating her hips on it. Alternatively arching and straightening her back and tensing and relaxing her shoulders. Pulling me in with her pussy muscles and grabbing my balls in her hand. My belly slapped violently against her ass as she moved her hand and rubbed and kneaded her clit. I couldn't take any more as I heard her start to whimper, begging for more. She pushed herself up from the table and supported herself while she lifted her feet off the floor and locked them around my legs. Her body weight swinging onto my prick, I took a single thrust more and she wailed a loud cry of satisfaction as she came violently, again and again. My jism shot through my pulsating meat and pumped wave after wave into her hot hole. She grabbed my hand and cupped it over her pounded pussy as she brought herself down slowly from her climax. She ground to a halt, still impaled on my thick shaft, and flopped down onto the table. I looked down to see my dick starting to soften in its sloppy cave of our mingled juices. I pulled my drained and beaten cock from Becky's flooded cunt and watched as our thick love cream dripped in a thin stream onto her abandoned and crumpled boiler suit. Regaining my composure I went to each one and kissed them softly, thanking them for joining me that afternoon. I asked them to get themselves ready again and return to exactly what they had been doing before they came with me. Returning to the locker room, I reset the shifter and made my way back out to the shop floor to make sure everything had returned to normal. Everyone was busily engrossed in their work once more and I was a much happier for my afternoon's fun. 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