It all began when Azalea popped home at lunchtime to put some washing in and get something out of the freezer for dinner. Jared had been loafing about all morning but obviously he couldn't be trusted to do anything like that. When she got home he had managed to climb into a pair of boxers and an old singlet, and he was triumphantly waving a travel brochure.

"You know that week's holiday you've got to take in August?" he cried, "Well, I've booked us into this lovely little resort on the Tuscan coast."

He thrust the brochure at Azalea. She looked at him, and it, in utter astonishment.

"Oh Jared, you angel! What a surprise."

"I'll even buy you a new bikini," he continued,"but you've got to promise to go on the beach topless, in fact you've got to go nude as much as possible."

Azalea began to sense part of his reason for being so unusually active this morning.

"Oh, don't be silly!" she said, "I don't suppose they'll allow anything like that. Anyway, I'm thirty-six, not twenty-six."

"Oh yes they will!" Said Jared gleefully. "Listen."

He read from the brochure. "Mrs Wilson from Doncaster writes: 'A lot of the ladies on the beach had forgotten their bikini tops, in fact quite a few were travelling so light they hadn't packed their cozzies at all, and some of the men were the same.' "

She giggled and gave him a big hug.

"I'll pop into Wonderpharm and buy some sun cream this afternoon."

"Azalea, you're mad. We're not going for months!"

Azalea was a Wonderpharm junkie: she found a reason to visit Wonderpharm at least two or three times a week to buy various female requisites and toiletries.

So weak at the knees was she that she felt herself melting into him. Then with a start she remembered work. 

"Ooh, we can't do this, I've got to go back to work!"

He ignored her, pressing his lips to her neck while he deftly unbuttoned her top.

"Oh no, Jared, please, I haven't got time.."

He pulled her top off.

"Jared, please don't crumple it all up, you know what Mrs Jameson's like."

Mrs Jameson was Azalea's boss. At 32 she was a few years younger than Azalea. She terrified the younger girls and the few young men who worked in the debt recovery section. And the older women, like Azalea and her friend Paige, were very wary of her.

Jared threw the garment on the floor before turning his attention to her bra. This followed Azalea's neat office blouse. Despite her good intentions she couldn't help herself reaching down tentatively.

She giggled. "Ohh darling, you're really big today, are you thinking about those bare girls on the beach? Oh no, we mustn't, honestly, I've got to go, oh please don't, be careful, don't crumple my skirt or get anything on it, you know what Mrs Jameson's like... Oh no Jared ....Ohh! Jared, NO!"

Roughly, Jared pushed her over a chair, flipped her skirt up over her back and simultaneously tugged her knickers down . Both of them, for different reasons, were glad she'd opted for stay-up stockings that morning.

"Owww! That really hurts, Jared! Stop it! Let me put some of this on."

Reluctantly he withdrew while she delved in her bag for some lube.

"Here we are," she said, "cherry, my fave flavour.."

She administered a generous handful to each of them, and hostilities resumed. He took his time, building slowly to the inevitable..

I hope he doesn't do one of his mega-cums, she thought, anxious about afternoon panty ruination.

"You'll look lovely...Aahhh!! With an all-over.. Ohhhh!"

Her worst fears were realised as 140 million spermatozoa, give or take a few million, spurred on by visions of seaside loveliness, made a successful bid for freedom .

"Tan.. Ohh my... OHHH!"

Another 130 million or so followed them. Further smaller contingents came in their wake.

"Ohhh...That feels so good, mmm, Azalea, oh I love you, babe..."

For the next three or four minutes Jared continued to rock back and forth as he savoured the feeling of Azalea's ever-tight, hot pussy around his contented and ever-so-slowly softening willy.

"Have you nearly finished, Jared?" said Azalea plaintively. "I really must get back to work."

Reluctantly, he withdrew. She turned around and wiped the last few droplets of cum from the end of his half erect member. Then, gathering up her clothes, she scurried off to the bathroom. Returning a few minutes later she asked for a clean pair of panties. He fished around in her undies drawer and produced the sort of garment that isn't designed to be worn for very long.

"Not them, silly!" she said, "Sensible ones, for work!"

Eventually he found something suitable, which she threw into her bag, and then she was gone.

Twenty minutes later she was back at her desk, next to Paige. The office was open-plan, but Paige and Azalea shared a small recess at one side.

"Sorry I'm late back," said Azalea, "has Mrs J said anything?"

"Hasn't noticed, as far as I know." replied Paige. "Anyway, where have you been?"

"I just popped home", whispered Azalea, "and I found Jared had booked us a lovely holiday in Italy! I was so overcome, I gave him a big kiss and a cuddle, and before I knew what was happening, we were, well, you know..." Her voice tailed off .

"Azalea!" squeaked Paige. Her mouth opened wide in mingled horror and admiration. "You don't mean to say you got laid in your lunch hour?"

Azalea nodded guiltily. Paige put her hand to her mouth and giggled gleefully.

"I shall probably have to go to the ladies' in a minute," said Azalea, "I expect I'll have to have a change of knickers."

Paige squealed with delight.

"Keep an eye out for the old witch and make sure she doesn't catch me."

Azalea was uncomfortably aware that several million spermatozoa, having failed in their mission, were equally unsuccessfully trying to make their way back to base. And as she had anticipated, Azalea was beset by soggy panty problems. Discreetly signalling to Paige she slipped away to the ladies'. There she found to her relief that the end cubicle, which had been out of order, was back in use. Quickly removing her wet panties she rolled them up in the little pink Wonderpharm bag she had brought with her, had a much-needed wee, mopped, dabbed, dried and generally restored order as best she could, put the clean undies on and stepped outside.

Once outside she suddenly felt a little weak at the knees again. Her firm, which provided billing and invoice services to a large energy company, was American, and no doubt inspired by the transatlantic concept of the 'rest room', somebody had squeezed a chair in next to the wash basins. Gratefully Azalea sank into it for a minute's rest .

Then the trouble started. The door suddenly opened and in came, of all people, Mrs Jameson.

"Are, there you are, Azalea," she said. "I wondered where you were. Are you all right? What are you doing?"

"Oh, um, I'm feeling a bit faint.." said Azalea feebly.

"Hmmm!" said Mrs Jameson, "Well, let's hope you buck up quickly, we're very busy this afternoon and we need the Gallimard reconciliation as soon as possible."

She moved closer to Azalea.

"I had to get building maintenance in about that end cubicle last week," she said. Her eyes narrowed.

"It was blocked," she continued.

"Er, yes, I noticed," replied Azalea.

"Do you know what was blocking it?" said Mrs Jameson, her voice faintly menacing.

"Oh dear, I shudder to think.."

"Condoms, Azalea," said Mrs Jameson. "Not a condom - half a dozen. And what's more, Azalea, building maintenance said some of them were large ones."

Azalea squirmed in the chair, coughing and spluttering as she tried to suppress a giggle. Why on earth was building maintenance, aka Doug Jones, comparing the sizes? Was he planning to re-use them? And if so, she wondered, would he be using the big ones or the regular size? She thought she knew the answer to that.

"Who do you think might have been responsible, Azalea?"

Anxious to find favour with Mrs Jameson Azalea was about to speculate that the culprit might have been Courtney. Or perhaps Leah. Courtney, a seventeen year old student from the local college, had recently been on work experience. She had relieved the unbearable tedium of her placement in the debt recovery unit by cutting a swathe through the young men on the second and third floors. It was rumoured that all of them had succumbed to her charms. Leah, on the other hand, was 18 and a permanent employee. She too had wrought havoc among the young men, but had been slightly more discriminating; she had also (for a bet) seduced one of the junior managers, who was in his early forties ("Yuk!" was her verdict, "I hope I'm not interested in sex anymore by the time I'm his age!")

But Azalea thought better of it. She would stand shoulder to shoulder with her comrades and let none of them down.

"Oh dear," she said again. "That's awful! Who could possibly have been doing, well, you know..." 

"Well Azalea, if you hear anything, you must let me know. I shall take steps with a firm hand. Meanwhile, the Gallimard figures, please. Put them on my desk.. I'm in a meeting now with Mr Williams and Mrs Granby-Smythe. I'll be at least an hour" And with that she was gone.

Feeling slightly dazed, Azalea made her way back to her desk.

"Are you all right?" queried Paige, glancing up. "You look pale."

"Oh Paige, you wouldn't believe it, the old hag caught me in the loo. And you know the end one's been out of order? Well, apparently it was blocked with... condoms, would you believe it, and what's more she all but accused me of putting them in it. Who do you think could have done that?"

"Azalea NO!" squealed Paige, "I can't believe it! I bet it was that Courtney, you know what a little minx she was. Or perhaps it's Leah, she's the same. Little beasts! But you can't really blame Mrs J," she added archly, "when people she's in charge of go off having sex all over the place in their lunch breaks."

Azalea fixed her with what she hoped was a withering look.

"I shall ignore that. And anyway, before I forget, the old cow wants the Gallimard figures, you know, the ones they sent in the post, they didn't do them online. You had them, didn't you? She's going to be in a meeting for an hour with Feeble Willy and Luscious Lucy, but if I was you I'd get them over to her now, before you forget, you know what you're like."

"Ooh help! You're right, I had forgotten them!"

Paige scrabbled among the junk on her desk, finally pulling the required document from under a half-eaten banana. The afternoon was beginning to become too much for her. "I'll take them now."

Azalea sat back, contemplating her computer screen and allowing herself to relax a little, for almost the first time that day. However, the tranquility was quickly interrupted. Paige was back, and her eyes were shining.

"I've just taken those figures over to crow-face," she gasped, "and I couldn't help seeing something on her computer, you'll never guess what it was..!"

"Columns and columns of boring figures?" ventured Azalea.

"Well, yes, of course, but what do you think I saw apart from that?" Paige was out of breath, gasping with excitement.

"How should I know? A three-toed sloth?"

"Don't be silly!"

"Well, what then?"

"I couldn't help seeing a little box at the bottom of her screen and it looked like, um, well, to be honest, a naked man, so as I knew she was in that meeting I bigged it up, and would you believe it, it was a naked man, a bit yummy too.."

"Paige, you're bonkers!" interrupted Azalea, "You're just imagining things now, I think it's all getting too much for you, just because I've got a boyfriend and Mrs J's found thingies in the loo."

"No, no, honestly, you must believe me!" countered Paige. "It was a message to her from a guy on a site called Bravelove, and from what I could make out it's a sort of dating site only it's for people who want to have sex with other people in risky places..." Paige was completely out of breath now.

"What, you mean like Iraq?" said Azalea, puzzled.

"No, no, silly," responded Paige, "I mean like places where you could get caught, like, well, I don't know, like behind the bike sheds at school or something.. I mean, how can she be using the firm's computer for that? It's awful!"

"Are you sure you saw that? Are you sure you're not just imagining things, with you not having a boyfriend or anything?"

"No, no, def. Her profile name's Hot'n'Hungry Cowgirl."

Azalea giggled.

Paige had got her breath back now.

"We could sting her!" Her eyes were shining even more brightly.

"Sting her?" said Azalea. "What do you mean, Paige? We're not wasps."

"No, no!" said Paige, "I mean, we could do a sting on her. You know, entrapment! And we could use it to make her treat us better."

"Oh dear, I don't know," said Azalea, wishing that it would all go away. She knew Paige and her little projects all too well. "Perhaps we'd better have a council of war after work in Julie's."

Azalea hoped that would be the end of it. But five past five saw the girls seated in Julie's Olde Tea Shoppe in the High Street. For some reason Paige had invited Leah (she of the loose knicker elastic) to join the planning committee. And Paige had no intention of abandoning her project. She had been allowing her over-heated imagination to run riot during the afternoon.

"Jared could sort it out for us," she was saying, warming to her theme. "He used to be in industrial espionage, didn't he?"

"Well, yes, covert surveillance actually.." said Azalea.

"Before he got sacked," continued Paige, "and sent to prison."

"Prison?" squealed Leah. "Why was he sent to prison?"

"I do wish you hadn't mentioned that, Paige," said Azalea, "It was just an awful misunderstanding."

"He was secretly filming in the ladies' changing room at the leisure centre," went on Paige.

"He was just testing some new equipment in field conditions, you know, tropical, hot and humid," protested Azalea.

"Unfortunately the jury didn't see it like that, though, did they?" replied Paige, smirking.

"Azalea!" cried Leah, "I can't believe you could let a man like that anywhere near your bum!"

"It was all a terrible mistake," insisted Azalea, "and it got blown out of all proportion."

"Well, anyway," said Paige, "what I thought was, we could get Jared to set up some equipment, and invite her to an assignation, and then we could film her, you know, well, you know what I mean.. Then we could show her the recording and use it to blackmail her to be nice to us. We could find some hunky man and set up a new profile and he could send her an invitation. Leah could write it, you'd be good at that, you know, text speak, gr8 and everything.."

"Why me? It's not a young person's website, is it?" snapped Leah, "It's obviously for sad, pathetic middle-aged old women and disgusting dirty old men!"

Paige and Azalea shifted uneasily in their rather uncomfortable chairs.

"Well, anyway," replied Paige soothingly, "you'd definitely be good at it."

"Besides which," continued Leah bad-temperedly, "where are we going to find a guy who Mrs J is likely to go for?"

Spurred on by her fevered musings, Paige's productivity during the afternoon had soared to almost zero. But she was in her element now and to her friends' alarm, had the plan all mapped out.

"As it happens," said Paige rather smugly, "my brother's wife has a cousin who used to go out with this guy who's apparently got a really big, you know, and she says usually when he, you know, finishes, it doesn't go down, if you know what I mean.."

Azalea frowned. She had no idea what Paige was talking about. Which was not unusual.

"You mean he's got a big dick and it stays hard after he's cum?" cut in Leah.

"Well, yes," said Paige, "that's just what I've been told, I haven't actually met him or anything."

"Of course not.." murmured Azalea.

It was Leah's turn to wriggle in her seat

"Ooh, well, I suppose we could think about it," she said, her face slightly flushed.

And Paige was not to be diverted.

"What I thought was, we could send her an invitation to meet this guy Tony in the disabled loo at the Gardener's Arms. Leah could do a message for him, like, 'You will be my Lady Chattterley in the Gardener's Arms', gardener's arms, geddit, her fella Mellors was a gardener..."

"The Gardener's Arms!" shrieked Leah and Azalea in unison, "That's a dump! Mrs J wouldn't be seen dead there! And the disabled loo, why there? It's probably awful! Surely she wouldn't expect anything less than soft music and scented candles?"

"Because," riposted Paige, "There'll be enough room in there to swing a cat, or rather a big willy, and she would go there, nobody knows her in that part of town 'cause she lives out at Carr End. She'd love it, rough sex, pinioned against the wash basin while Tony wreaks his Herculean will on her, remorselessly... well, anyway, I think she'd go for it. Leah, you'd better pop into Wonderpharm and buy some condoms for them.."

"Why me?" demanded Leah. "Why not you or Azalea?"

"It would look a bit funny someone of our age going in to buy things like that. Girls your age need them all the time," said Paige.

"You'd better buy large ones, dear," suggested Azalea.

"Oh, all right, I'll buy extra-large-bloody-ultra-maxis," snapped Leah crossly.

"Yes, I expect they'd be okay," purred Azalea.

And so the plot was hatched.

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Saturday lunchtime saw Azalea and Jared, clad in grimy overalls and with dirty baseball caps pulled down over their eyes, sidling into the Gardeners Arms.

"Pint o' lager an' an orange juice, darlin'," called out Jared in an exaggerated cockney accent. They took their drinks and slunk over to a corner table.

"I need a piss!" said Jared loudly.

"Back in two shakes, then," replied Azalea. "More than two means yer playin' wiv it!"

She shrank down into her seat and pulled the grubby cap further over her face. What if someone saw her? She was prepared for this - to some extent: "Oh, sometimes I help my boyfriend at weekends if he doesn't have his usual man."

"Oh yes, and what does he do?"

"Oh, you know, just general repairs and building and things like that..."

But luckily nobody was paying them any attention. And a few minutes later Jared was back.

"Have you fixed it?" whispered Azalea.

"Yes", said Jared. "Should be OK as long as they don't give the place a thorough clean. Doesn't look like it's been cleaned since about 1991 though."

They drank up and left. Back in Jared's van they opened the laptop. An interior view of the disabled toilet came into view.

Jared fiddled with the settings; the image sprang sharply into focus.

"Good," he said. "Now we just have to wait for Paige and Leah to do their bit."

At that moment the door of the toilet opened and a young girl of about 18 walked in.

"Wonderful!" cried Jared, "We can do a field test!"

"Oh, Jared, " protested Azalea, "we can't watch the poor girl having a wee!"

Jared ignored her. Feeling guilty Azalea watched as the girl hitched up her denim skirt and pulled her panties down round her cheap white boots. The hidden micro-cameras offered two views - one showed a side image while the other captured a frontal view, which allowed Jared to revel in a brief glimpse of the blonde curls between the girl's thighs. She sank down onto the toilet and Jared adjusted the sound settings so they could just hear her almost inaudible sigh as she relieved herself copiously into the basin. The loud splashing enabled Jared to refine the settings to perfection. 

"Excellent!" he proclaimed.

The girl stood up and made herself decent. Using the capacities of his equipment to the full Jared enjoyed watching her wiping herself in close-up.

"Jared!" protested Azalea, "How can you? Poor girl! Why is she using the disabled loo anyway? There's nothing wrong with her."

But her question was to be answered a moment later as a knock on the door signalled the arrival of another customer. The girl opened the door and Azalea and Jared could see a large, rough-looking man in profile. He locked the door behind him and took a small bag out of his pocket which he placed on the lavatory cistern.

"It's a drug score!" gasped Jared.

The girl took a purse out of her bag and handed him some notes.

"That's short" he snarled.

"Only £5," pleaded the girl, "I'll pay it next time, I promise, honest I will..."

"You know the deal," growled the dealer. "Cash on delivery. OR..."

Jared and Azalea heard the noise of a zip being undone.

"Oh, no!" pleaded the girl, "I'm only £5 short, don't make me do that again, not for five pounds, please, please!"

Azalea and Jared could clearly see what the dealer had unzipped. Savagely he grasped her thin shirt and pulled. Azalea and Jared heard the sound of buttons giving way as he wrenched it open. The girl burst into tears.

"I'll give you a wank then, please let me just give you a wank!" she wailed.

She undid the remaining buttons and pulled her shirt off. She had no bra and Jared and Azalea could clearly see tiny boobs with big, pink nipples.

"Oh Jared! This is awful," whispered Azalea.

The girl curled her fingers around the man's half-erect member. Expertly she pulled and caressed it, licked and sucked it, till it was fully erect.

"There," she sobbed. "I'll give you such a lovely cum, darling, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise. Oh babe..." She was purring now, in an ingratiating way. "You know I'm your favourite girl, it's just your willy's a bit big for me, you know I'm only 17... Mmhh.. Mmmpphh! Uurllk!"

Her wheedling tones were replaced by slurping noises as she energetically sucked what was in her hand.

"Doesn't look that big to me!" said Azalea tersely.

"She's just saying that to pacify him," replied Jared.

"Anyway, what's she doing in the pub if she's only seventeen?" continued Azalea.

"She's probably lying about her age. And the size of her twat."

There was no further conversation from the toilet, just a series of gagging noises as the dealer pumped sperm into the girl's throat. Spluttering, she came up for air, gooey rivulets running down her chin and over her bare chest. She sucked for as long as she could, until his limp member slipped out of her mouth.

With a grunt of satisfaction the man zipped up and they saw him turn away.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again!" he snarled. He unlocked the door, slammed it behind him, and his footsteps receded into the distance. The girl started sobbing again. She walked to the door, locked it and wiped her mouth, breasts and neck with toilet paper. She fastened the two buttons that remained on her shirt, put her purchase in her bag, and then she too was gone.

"Oh, poor girl." Sighed Azalea. "That was awful!"

"Still," said Jared, "at least we know we'll get a good product! I think I'll take the film to the cop shop.. on second thoughts, perhaps I'd better not."

Azalea looked at him with distaste.

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The following Sunday, Leah was tasked with road-testing Tony. Wearing skinny jeans, heels and a cute strappy top she had been introduced to him by Paige. Giggling more tipsily than she really was she'd sat much too close to him, occasionally patting his thigh affectionately. Once, when Paige went up to the bar, she'd accidentally put her hand on the very top of his thigh.

"Oops! Sorry!" she said, permitting herself a none-too-discreet fondle of something in his chinos that was straining and twitching. It was soon clear to Paige that Tony was more than willing to submit to the undoubtedly rigorous test programme that Leah had planned for him. She made her excuses and left.

Monday morning Leah was late in.. When she arrived she looked pale and exhausted.

Paige texted her: "U OK darling?"

"OMG!"

"Whats matter?"

"OMG!"

"U tired?"

"OMG!!!"

"Ur puss sore LOL?!"

"YES!!"

"Hope u told him no sex till Thurs"

"No need to worry he was up for more this morn!!"

"OMG!"

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D-Day. The girls were in Jared's van. Despite his offers of help, he had been firmly excluded from the mission.

"What's he need this grubby mattress for?" asked Leah, poking the offending item with her foot.

"Well," said Azalea, "I suppose sometimes these, um, stake-outs take quite a long time, so I suppose he has to have a rest."

"Hm..." said Leah. She wasn't convinced. "What are these nasty stains, then?" she continued.

"Well," said Azalea, "I think he likes to have a thermos with him so he can have a nice cup of tea, perhaps sometimes he nods off and spills it or something, how should I know, anyway, what does it matter?" She was cross with Leah now.

"Stop it, you two!" snapped Paige. "Come on, we've got to concentrate on the plan."

Just then a crackle came from the huge set of headphones which were clamped to her ears. Inside the pub was Tracey, a friend of Paige who had been introduced to Tony and provided with a photo of Mrs Jameson.

"Condition green!" Tracey intoned into her wristwatch, passing her hand casually in front of her face.

"Condition green!" squeaked Paige in the van, hopping from foot to foot.

"Calm down dear," said Azalea, "that just means visual contact has been established with the mark."

"Condition green ultra.." murmured Tracey in the pub.

"Condition green ultra!!" shrieked Paige.

"Paige, calm down! The target's arrived, that's all."

"Condition RED!" went the earphones.

"Ahh, now then, that means we're go!" said Azalea. "Action stations!"

On the monitor the girls saw the toilet door open. In came Mrs Jameson. Leah, Azalea and Paige gasped in unison. Mrs Jameson was wearing the sort of mini-skirt that a girl ten years her junior might have had second thoughts about. Above it she had a cutaway blouse that looked faintly cowgirl-ish. Between the two garments two or three inches of admittedly well toned midriff could be seen. On her feet Mrs J sported a pair of boots, which also had a Wild West air and resembled the last pair of boots Azalea had seen on the screen, only brown and about four times as expensive.

"Condition red ultra!"

A knock on the door, and in came Tony.

"Mellors!" cried Mrs Jameson in mock alarm. "What are you doing in one's boudoir?"

Tony rose to the occasion. Assuming a fake rustic accent he delivered himself of the less than immortal line: "Oi've come to see to your ladyship's garden, if you please."

"Oh yecch! Who told him to say that?" groaned Azalea. Leah looked sheepish and shuffled from one foot to the other.

"Oh Mellors!" giggled Mrs Jameson school-girlish-ly, "One's garden is in quite desperate need of attention!"

Azalea put her hands over her ears. "I can't listen to any more of this!" she wailed. "Make them stop!"

She needn't have worried. The script-writer had run out of inspiration at that point and dialogue was replaced by action. Eagerly the mismatched twosome grappled with each other, Mrs Jameson tugging at Tony's trousers and he swiftly removing her blouse. Her lacy, barely there bra followed, affording the conspirators an excellent view of her small but still perfect breasts, which strained upwards towards her Lothario's hirsute, barrel-like chest, now also bare. Finally her fumblings with Tony's trousers were rewarded, and the sound of his zip being undone was succeeded by a gasp from Mrs Jameson. With trembling hand Azalea adjusted the focus, and she and Paige gasped too. Open-mouthed, they turned towards Leah, who was now looking smug.

"I can't bear to watch!" cried Paige, her eyes glued to the screen.

Azalea adjusted the shot again, the camera zooming in on Mrs Jameson's immaculately manicured fingers which were coaxing Tony's already formidable member to even greater lengths.

"Oh no! He's going to come, he's going to come! Help, help!" squealed Paige.

Mrs Jameson had evidently come to a similar conclusion as with one hand she tugged her expensive but almost non-existent panties down and with the other accepted the condom which Tony had produced from his back pocket. Expertly she snapped it on and unrolled it.

"I don't think this is going to be big enough."

"Don't ee worry, purty lady, Mellors is allus careful with his dibber..!"

"Oh no, he's opened his mouth again, can't bear it!"

Mrs Jameson ran her hand over the tight-fitting love glove.

"Mmmmm.." she murmured. "Don't be too careful.."

On her mission to Wonderpharm Leah had bought a packet of six suitable condoms. Three she had used on the test flight (mindful of resources, not to mention her happy but sore puss, she had reluctantly denied Tony his creature comforts when he awoke with a majestic morning glory), and the others were reserved for his assignation with Mrs Jameson.

"I've given you three of these," she'd said firmly, "so you've got one if she wants you to do it again, plus a spare in case of accidents."

Paige had the empty packet. "Piacere Maxxi XXL", she read aloud. "Wider and longer condoms for men who find regular products too short or tight. Length 210 mm, width 65 mm."

She looked up at the screen. Leah was now at the controls and for some reason had one of the micro-cams focused on Tony's gardening tool, which Mrs Jameson was fondling while he slurped enthusiastically at her boobs.

"These things are 21 centimetres long," she sighed, "and they're still two or three centimetres too small for him.."

Things were coming to a head, though, no doubt because the lovers were conscious of the dangers of being caught. Roughly Tony pushed Mrs Jameson onto the toilet cistern. She whimpered as Tony eased an inch of his dibber into her. Teasingly he withdrew, which triggered a louder whimper and a dribble of something onto the cistern. Of all those present, only she knew that what had just violated her was nearly twice as big as her normal Saturday night squeeze. Although it wasn't much bigger than the Rabbit which she kept in her undies drawer and to which she resorted on the other six nights of the week.

"Dirty mare!" snorted Leah, "Look at the state of her! I bet she was playing with herself in the car all the way here!"  

Azalea and Paige giggled, while meanwhile Tony roughly turned Mrs Jameson round and bent her forward over the cistern. With one big, spade-like hand he slapped her slightly chubby bottom. The sound rang round the van and a red mark appeared on her creamy flesh. She yelped and something splattered on the floor.

"She's wet herself!" gasped Paige.

"Oh no, please...!" groaned Mrs Jameson.

Tony did it again and this time the camera captured the resulting little spurt. But there was no time to lose. Mrs Jameson uttered a loud yelp as he thrust three or four inches of himself inside her, quickly followed by two or three more. She groaned with helpless ecstasy, her eyes rolling as he rocked back and forth. Then, all too soon, there was a growl of animal enjoyment as Wonderpharm's finest latex was tested to near destruction. She moaned with despair and frustration as he withdrew. He tugged at the condom, swollen with sperm,and roughly shoving Mrs Jameson's leg to one side threw it in the lavatory pan.

"Oh no, not in there, please..."

Her voice tailed off as she looked over her shoulder at his still hugely engorged member, jerking and throbbing with passion. His epic ejaculation had done little to reduce its size or stiffness. Paige, Azalea and Leah whimpered in unison and Paige sank helplessly onto the grubby mattress. Mrs Jameson turned round, her legs as wide apart as she could manage while Tony fumbled for the second condom. Her hand shaking, she snatched it from him, tore off the wrapper and with practised fingers slipped it into place.

"Oh please!" She gasped, "Please, please, Ohhh! Quickly, I can't wait..!"

He needed no encouragement. Caution thrown to the wind she gasped and moaned ever more loudly as he thrust harder and harder, faster and deeper. His audience marvelled at his strength and stamina while Mrs Jameson clawed at his back, spurring him on to greater efforts. Paige and Leah had also shed their inhibitions, and in Paige's case her knickers (Leah wasn't wearing any), and both were rubbing themselves frantically. Azalea didn't notice in the darkness of the van, so entranced was she with what was happening on screen.

Paige was the first to cum, closely followed by Mrs Jameson. Sighing with satisfaction of a kind she had not felt for nearly ten years, she pulled away from Tony.

"WAIT!" she commanded, in a voice which Paige, Azalea and Leah knew all too well. She smiled, and took her mobile phone out of her bag.

"Smile please!" she said, but it wasn't Tony's face she was pointing the mobile's camera at. Then, the evidence secured, she simpered fetchingly.

"Would Mellors like to cum on her ladyship's face and boobs? I bet that nasty condom feels SO tight..."

"No!" growled Mellors, and he thrust determinedly, deeply, into her ladyship's hot, wet and aching flowerbed. His orgasm coincided with Leah's, while Paige anxiously smoothed her skirt and furtively tucked her damp panties under Jared's mattress, hoping nobody had noticed her guilty self-pleasures.

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The encounter having concluded satisfactorily for all parties, equipment was hastily tidied away in both the toilet and the van, and the dramatis personae made a prompt exit.

That evening Jared ws rewarded for his part in Operation Sting. As a result many millions of his spermatozoa were released from their cruel confinement. Joyously they set out on the mission for which they had trained and prepared, only to discover - too late - that they had taken quite the wrong route to the wrong part of Azalea's tummy.

"Well," said Azalea, wiping her chin, "mission accomplished. Tomorrow you'd better go back and get your cameras, and please clean that van, it's disgusting."

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On Friday morning Mrs Jameson opened an email from Paige. Leah and Azalea were copied in. There was an attachment. It all looked innocuous enough.

'Hello Mrs Jameson,' it read, 'I've noticed an unusual performance recovery profile on this file, do you think we could pls have a look at it together in the boardroom this morning?'

The blood drained from her face as she opened and hastily closed the attachment. Watching from the other side of the room Paige picked up her phone.

"Shall we go to the boardroom now, Mrs Jameson?" she purred.

Mrs Jameson sank into one of the boardroom chairs. She was trembling and ashen-faced. Behind her Leah shut and locked the door.

"It was the worst mistake of my life, oh, please don't send it to anyone else, please, I beg you, please, tell me what you want and I'll do it, anything, oh God, I'll lose my job if it gets out, I'll be nice to you all, I'll put you forward for promotion, anything..." She burst into tears.

"Well," said Paige, "that would be nice for starters.. We could all get along so much better."

She leaned back in her chair and motioned Mrs Jameson to her knees in front of her. She parted her legs. She was wearing sheer stockings and ultra-high heels. Languidly she draped one leg over the arm of the chair. Eager to please, Mrs Jameson shuffled forward and buried her head in Paige's lap. Having left her panties in Jared's van the previous day, Paige had foung she liked the feeling of not wearing any and hadn't bothered to replace them. Still sniffling, Mrs Jameson settled into a rhythm.

Paige sighed with contentment. "Mmmh, I think you've done this before, haven't you, Mrs Jameson... And by the way, do you mind if I call you Karen?"

"Ohh.. Slurp! Of course not...Shlup! Anything you want..."

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A week later Azalea, Paige and Leah and their colleagues were summoned to the boardroom. Mrs Granby-Smythe awaited them. She was accompanied by Mr Jones, the junior manager with whom Leah had had her encounter.

"We've, ah, had a bit of a change around at the top." she said, "From now on Geoff here is going to be looking after your section."

"Haven't we met somewhere...?" murmured Leah.

"I , ah, yes, well, I think we might have done," stuttered Mr Jones.

"Ooh, looking forward so much to working with you...Geoff," simpered Paige. She moved unnecessarily close to Mr Jones. "Anything you want, we're a team, me, Azalea and Leah, just ask, anything at all..."

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Frowning, vacuum cleaner in one hand and a sponge in the other, Jared raised the mattress. Hastily glancing over his shoulder to check that the overseer had taken her eyes off him for a minute or two, he retrieved two pairs of ladies' panties and shoved them in the pocket of his overalls. A smile replaced his frown as he remembered how the pastel blue ones came to be there. Then the frown returned. He could not, for the life of him, recall the owner of the other pair...