She was in her late twenties with shoulder length red hair, a slim figure and had piercings on lips and nose which was a bit unusual for our work-plac....I wondered where else she had the piercings. There would be usual courteous greetings but not much else. She had an easy-going smile and a naughty gleam in the eyes. She had the vibe of someone who would be fun in the bed. Not that I wanted anything from her, but you get that vibe from certain people.It so happened she was doing a power point. This, along with Robert's fucking and sucking kept me sexually satisfied although I regularly fantasised about sucking a huge number of cocks and having my mouth full of cum. Everything was fine until we were invited to a fancy dress ball at the bank where I worked.The theme was vicars and tarts. And boy did I enjoy thinking about that. It took me quite a long time to decide what I was going to wear. The trouble was the more I thought about it the sexier it made me and I would suddenly take. But youre going to have to help. Sheriff Owen grabbed the horses cock and guided it to my stretched cunt. The horse started pushing forward and Sheriff Owen helped pushing his mushroom head inside me. My already stretched cunt split wider and I moaned, biting back a scream as the huge cock pushed me to my limit. The horse kept pushing forward and Sheriff Owen helped make sure his cock went into me. I felt it slide in, and keep sliding bigger than Mr. Miller. Bigger than anything that had been. Not wearing clothing is very liberating. Then the fun began. We caressed one another, cuddled, and kissed. Melba said she enjoyed doing that even more than fucking, as much as she loved to fuck and be fucked. Her nipples were as hard as a rock (as was my cock) and I enjoyed feasting on them as I softly stroked her cunt until it became sopping wet and its outer lips opened as if inviting me in. I inserted a finger, then two, then three into her honey hole and used my thumb to circle her engorged.