The Silver Fox

The Silver Fox

The Silver Fox was a name we gave to my boss.  He was in his late fifties or sixties, with silver hair and matching RAF style moustache.  In fact he was a dead ringer for Des Lynham off the telly; everyone thought it when they saw him.  In fact, he had been mistaken for Des on several occasions, and even propositioned to act as a lookalike once or twice.

Well the Silver Fox is a recruitment consultant.  Well to be more precise, as I’m sure he would like it, he is in fact the Recruitment Director (in capitals to emphasise his importance).  Silver Fox loves people.  He is a people person.  More to the point, he loves girls!  Absolutely cannot get enough of them.  This story details an exploit the dirty old Fox had with a couple of girls on a visit to another office.

This was quite an important client as I recall, and they needed the best recruitment consultant they could lay their hands on.  Seeing the perfect opportunity to bolster his ego and meet some girls, the twitching moustached Silver Fox decided it was a job for the Director.

When he arrived at the other office he was greeted with a volley of questions and strange looks.  “Who the fuck?”  Said one man, bumping into the water dispenser.

  “It can’t be!”  Said another whilst he stapled his hand.

  “Des bloody Lynham,” said a fat looking gentleman in an ill-fitted suit.

Silver Fox was quite used to this wherever he went.  He merely raised his head above the desks of the great unwashed like he was testing the breeze before his opening swing on the first par three at The Grove in Hertfordshire.  He loved the attention.  He walked straight to the end of the office, not knowing where the hell he was supposed to be going, and collared the first woman that crossed his path.  “I am here to see Miss Short and Miss Curly,” he said rather brusquely, “I am the Recruitment Director.”

  “Oh, alright, Mr?”  Asked the woman nervously; clearly humbled by the presence of the Silver Fox.

  “The Recruitment Director,” replied Silver Fox, nonchalantly refusing to answer.

  “Yes, of course.  If you could just wait in here Mr. Lynham, I’ll….,” she stopped suddenly realising her mistake.  “Oh I am dreadfully sorry, it’s just that you look so much like…”

  “Yes I know dear, don’t worry about it, I get it all the time,” said the Fox, kicking himself for not realising earlier that the woman he was talking to had large, partially exposed breasts.  He put his arm up on the wall, leaned, and crossed his leg in an attempt to be aloof.  She did not appear impressed.

  “This way,” she said showing the way into quite a dark room with all the venetian blinds down, “I’ll tell the girls you’re here.”

Fox didn’t have to wait long.  He was seated with his back to the door reading a dreadful flip chart presentation about health and safety in the workplace; he loathed presentations.  He turned when he heard the door close, not open.  There were two startled gasps from the opposite end of the room.

  “Oh my!  I had no idea you were here Mr. Lynham,” said a young blonde woman, “did we have an appointment?  What is it we can do for you?”  She asked.  Fox remained quiet and just soaked up the appearance of these two, naive yet beautiful sirens before him.

The blonde woman was rather thin, but very beautiful.  Her hair was curly and shiny, and just below the shoulder.  From his distance he could make out that her face was pretty much free of make-up, her beauty was more natural looking.  The clothes she wore accentuated her slender figure.  She had on a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse, tucked in tightly at the waist.  She had high heeled shoes and stockings or tights.  Silver Fox looked her up and down again and used his vast experience to reason that she must be wearing tights; the skirt would be too tight for stockings, even hold ups.

The brunette had short, virtually cropped hair, and the Silver Fox’s moustache twitched a little as he tried to gauge whether this woman was in fact gay or not; no, he reasoned, perhaps just a feminist.  She had a much fuller figure, with the classic hourglass shape like all his favourite old movie stars; he was instantly attracted to her.  She was wearing a looser looking skirt, and she too had nylons on.  It was quite possible, reasoned the Silver Fox, that this one had stockings on.  He thought about how much he would like to find out as the two of them approached him.

  “I must say, I am an admirer of yours Mr. Lynham,” said the Brunette, “my boyfriend doesn’t realise how sexy the older looking gentleman can be.  When he watched you on the sport programmes I used to get all steamed up,” she disclosed rather freely.  Silver Fox couldn’t believe his luck.  There was no way on earth he would let them know who he really was now.

  “Are you going to do a show with us Mr Lynham?”  Asked the blonde, Miss Curly he guessed by her hair; the other one was clearly Miss Short.

  “A show?”  He queried, “and please call me Des,” he added, capitalising on his new admirers’ ignorance.

  “Well, we are a production company Mr…” said the brunette stumbling over her words, “I mean Des.”  She paused, flushed red in the cheeks and added, “I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you.  We meet lots of celebs in our business, but none so distinguished as yourself.”

  “We both like the older, more experienced gentleman Des,” added the blond Miss Curly.

  “Well,” laughed Silver Fox, “I like the younger less experienced woman.”  Both the girls laughed uncontrollably and Miss Short, the brunette dropped her note book on the floor.  When she bent forward to retrieve it, the Fox caught a glimpse down the front of her blouse and saw a fantastic set of tits.  His cock hardened instantly.

  “So, Des,” said the blonde, “do you get much action from the younger woman?” Silver Fox was quite surprised at the directness of this question and looked rather strangely at her.

  “I do alright, when I get the chance,” he replied.

  “Get the chance?  Does that mean you struggle at your age to…well, you know?” she added.

  “No, certainly not!”  Fox exploded, “I could sort you two out for breakfast!”

  “Oh Des, really?”  Laughed the brunette, “Can you get it up now for us?”  She asked.  As she said this she looked at her blonde colleague and nodded her head knowingly.  Miss Curly walked over to the office door quite coolly and locked it.  She turned back towards Silver Fox and smiled.

  “Let’s find out shall we?”  she laughed.

  “Erm…,” stuttered Fox “are you really quite serious?”

  “Never more so Des,” said Miss Short as she started to unbutton her blouse to reveal a rather beautiful lacy white bra.  “Does this help get it up old man?”  She laughed and touched his leg.

  “I’ll show you old man,” said Fox getting to his feet.  He unzipped his trousers and allowed his antique weapon to spring into action.  It stood out alert and ready like the barrel of a trusty pistol.  Within an instant Miss Curly was on her knees.  Fox grabbed the back of her head and impaled it on his cock.  She moaned and the vibrations made his balls quiver beneath him.  He twitched in her mouth.

It wasn’t long before Miss Short was on her knees also.  Having provided a little visual stimulation for Silver Fox by removing her top and allowing her large tits to tumble from their constraints, she went underneath Miss Curly’s head and began licking the Fox’s balls.

Silver Fox threw his head back in bliss and nearly tumbled backwards over his chair.  Both girls grabbed one of his legs and steadied him as they shared his cock greedily between them.  “You, blondie,” said Silver Fox forcefully, “bend over that desk and let’s see if we can’t get through those nylons.”

Miss Curly took his cock from her mouth and willingly hoisted up her tight skirt so that when she bent over her shapely ass pushed it past her waist.  Fox was right, she was wearing tights.  He pushed Miss Short from between his legs and instructed her to do the same while he pulled at Miss Curly’s tights.  They came off easily and so did her tiny little black panties.  When he glanced over at Miss Short he found himself to be right again, she was wearing stockings; with lacy tops to them.  He wasted no time in pulling her panties to the side over her right, big arse cheek.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed as he slapped both of the beautiful asses at the same time, “now we’ll see what this old timer can do for you won’t we?”  Fox quickly removed his shoes, jacket, trousers and underpants.  He left his shirt and tie on for quickness.  The two girls were glancing over their shoulders, clearly surprised at the size and erectness of Des Lynham’s cock; neither of them yet figuring out it wasn’t him.

He entered Miss Short first.  He pushed his cock, unforgivingly up to its hilt, deep into her pussy and she moaned out loud; Fox still felt like he had something to prove.  “Do you like that?  Do you?  I bet you bloody well do,” he said confidently.  He reached over and buried his left hand between Miss Curly’s legs and made her quiver.  He found her clit quickly and teased and pinched it with the expert hands of a pussy veteran.  Fox had been around the block and knew how to touch all the right buttons.  Curly moaned out with Short and the two of them were forced to stifle their screams lest someone should come in and discover what they were up to.

While he fucked Miss Short he looked into the glass window on his right hand side and saw her large tits pressed down hard against the surface of the desk she was bent over.  It spurred him on even more and he quickened his pace.  He brought his right hand into play on her pussy, tickling his own balls on his way to find her swollen clit.  He only had to flick and press it a couple of times before Miss Short came uncontrollably, soaking his groin area.  She moaned and collapsed onto the desk breathing heavily.

“One down,” said Fox suavely.

He pulled out of Short and she virtually fell to the floor; it was as though his cock alone was the source of her animation.  Without further ado he pushed deeply into Curly’s pussy.  Despite her wetness, she felt a little tighter, and as he found his way in he hit her huge clit.  It was impossible to miss.  Having satisfied Miss Short, Fox contented himself with the fact that he could bring both his hands into play on Curly.  He held onto her hips and banged her like no tomorrow.  Curly’s breath was well and truly robbed from her as she rocked back and forth on the desk beneath her.  Fox was loving every minute of this encounter and all he wanted to do was get them both on their knees again so he could shoot his goo all over them.

Thinking about this made his cock twitch and throb even more, and he pulled out of Miss Curly for a moment.  He pushed her as far over as he could with one hand and whacked at her clit with his big cock with the other, like he was hammering a nail into a tough wall.  Within seconds Curly was coming; and she was doing it very loudly.  Short leaned across quickly and put her hand over Curly’s mouth to stifle her squeals as she let go all over the table.

Fox watched the two of them slide off the table and leave a couple of sweaty damp patches in their place.  He stood over them and wanked his hard dick over their used bodies.  He felt triumphant.  Both Short and Curly seemed to know exactly what he wanted so they got to their knees and opened their mouths directly underneath his furious wanking.  “Are you ready girls?” he asked without waiting for an answer, “because I’m going to explode all over your face!”

Both of them just nodded at him and looked on like a couple of puppy dogs waiting for their treats for performing well.  Sure enough they didn’t have to wait long because after a few more firm strokes the length of his cock, and a flick of Miss Short’s delicate tongue, Fox exploded in jets of hot spunk. 

“FORE!” Shouted the Silver Fox, as the jets of cum kept leaping from his cock and landing on the delicate faces of his beautiful hosts.  He looked down at the two of them and they were completely covered in his jizz.  He loved it; they even still had their tongues out.

“Des!”  Said Miss Short, “You’re definitely the man for us!”  Fox blushed and reached for his trousers as the girls wiped their faces clean.  This wasn’t going to be easy to explain.

End