The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... "I hope you'll keep me in mind for the next--"

"Absolutely, Freddie," I said, waving. "Have a great day. Bye, now." I shut the door in his face and let out a sigh of relief.

Being a Friday evening I had a bunch of paperwork to finish before I went home. I got straight to work.

As I labored over all the tedious production reports, sales projections, profit margins, and signed off on expenses the phone rang several times. Without a secretary to answer it, I let the machine on Maria's desk pick up and listened to the callers leave messages.

Most of the callers were salesmen and telemarketers, but one or two random employees called, asking stupid questions, which was all normal.

Then, exactly five minutes before five, my quitting time, the phone rang, the machine picked up and all I heard was silence. I stopped what I was doing and listened harder.

I could have sworn I heard breathing. Getting up from my desk, I walked around it and went through my wide open office door to get closer to the machine on Maria's old desk.

It definitely was heavy breathing on the machine. Then I heard a woman's whining moan. More heavy breathing followed, somewhat louder and somewhat faster than before. Suddenly, Candy's voice said, "Goddamn you, Dick!" There was a loud clatter and the sound of springs squeaking in a seat as if she were readjusting her position.

Sounding extremely frustrated and near tears, she shouted, "I almost had the fucking orgasm of my life ...

... today!"

More objects banged around. I heard a car start. "Fuck!! she screamed.

Then sounding annoyed, Candy talked loudly and quickly into the phone, "I was hoping to catch you in your office, you bastard. I have been out here in my car parked in the parking lot with my fucking dildo in my ass this whole time. Never in my whole life have I ever stuck anything up my ass! You turned me into some kind of an anal slut, you fucker, but I cannot seem to fucking cum with anything else. I need that big cock and you went home for the weekend! What the fuck! I give up. I'm going ho--"

Here I snatched up the phone, turned off the answering machine and shouted, "I'm here, Candy! I'm here!"

"Oh thank fucking Christ!" she said. "Do you know how Goddamned frustrating it is trying to orgasm with a dildo in your ass that is half the size of the real fucking thing?"

"Uh... No," I said, not able to relate at all. "Look, Candy, just get that tight ass back in my office. We'll both finish each other off... like we should have done earlier."

"Stay right the fuck there, Dick! I'm on my way in!" She must have slammed her car phone down. The call ended abruptly with a loud click.

Less than a minute later Candy came through my reception office's front door, spun around, shut and locked it, and turned back to face me. She unzipped and pushed her tight black skirt down, wiggling out of it, dropping it along with her panties onto the floor and stepping out of them.

Unbuttoning her blouse, as ...