Olga's Story

A week ago, when I started my shift with Olga Vasilyevna—our oldest employee—after checking all the instruments as usual, I settled on the little sofa and buried myself in my laptop. I read a story there about a woman who was raped by three bandits who broke into her country house. As the victim herself recounted, during the assault, she experienced an orgasm. It was precisely this that made me doubt the truthfulness of the story, and turning to Olga Vasilyevna, I asked her a question about this case. How is it possible to have an orgasm in such a moment of stress if there is no desire whatsoever to have sex with him? "Here, as I understand it," she replied, "the law of 'want or don't want' doesn't apply. It works separately from you. You may not want to and still come, or you may want to and get nothing but disappointment. It's the only thing in us that we cannot control. I had one case in my life. After finishing school, I got married right away, and after six months, we separated; after sitting at home through the winter, I entered an institute, after graduating I went to work at the office of the enterprise where my mother worked, and a year later I got married for the second time. The heads of the enterprise's departments were retiring, their positions were being handed out, bypassing me. For eight years, I remained in the same place. And then, sometime before the New Year, sitting in the office, my boss Lena asked if I wanted her position, as she was retiring in two months. I replied that I wanted it, but who would give me that position? 'Of course,' she said, 'they won't just give it to you, but it's one chance in a hundred, yet it's possible to get it without any chances at all.' 'Really? Is it possible? And how?' I asked. And she, without any embarrassment, replied, 'First, discard all your complexes,' she said, 'and for the evening, become unmarried.' 'Well, if unmarried, then I need to spread my legs for someone?' as I understood it. 'And how do I propose that to him?' She thought, then smiled and said that if I really wasn't in the know about all these matters, she would clue me in, but only if I came to the party on the thirtieth of December. Since our team was mostly female and at the party there would mainly be just women, as my husband put it, he didn't go. And indeed, there were our girls and quite a few men. The party was fun, with dancing and mutual New Year's greetings, and during the dancing to the music, some disappeared beyond the hall's boundaries, then reappeared. One could guess where and why. When I was also dancing, Lena came up to me and asked if I could step out into the corridor for a minute, as it was so noisy there. Nodding my head, I followed her. In the corridor, she told me to go to the chief engineer's office. Since I was tipsy, this didn't bother me at all. Emboldened by what I had drunk, I went down the building; there was no one on the stairs or in the first-floor corridor. Entering the office, I saw our director sitting at the desk. He wasn't particularly attractive in appearance or age. 'You're even more beautiful in such an outfit,' he said, rising from the desk and gesturing for me to lock the door. Then he called me over to him without moving from the desk, waving his hand. That's when anxiety gripped me. The tipsiness vanished somewhere. Noticing this, he told me not to worry. Approaching from behind, he bent me over the desk, carefully lifted my dress, draping it over my waist, and pulled my panties down to my shoes. Turning my head, I saw his trousers fall to the floor, followed by his underwear. With my rear, I felt the warmth of his body as he, holding me by the waist with his hand, pressed against me. I felt him run his penis over my pubis, touching the hair there, slipping it between my legs. After that, he touched my vagina with it and immediately entered all the way. Holding it inside for a bit and gripping my hips, he began to move it. I had no feelings for him whatsoever. I simply closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, waiting for it to end, but something inside me began to ignite. A playfulness stirred in my stomach, pleasant twitches appeared in my body. I realized I was about to come and started trying to mentally escape from it, but that very thing had its own plans, forcing me to breathe deeply and pulling me back from my thoughts. So after several attempts to hold back, I came. He panted a little more, then pressed against me and froze with a loud exhale. I felt his penis twitching inside. After ejaculating, he pulled it out, already limp. Straightening up, I put on my panties, adjusted my dress, and left the office. Heading to the toilet. There, I washed up and went back to continue the party. And three months later, I was already occupying Lena's position, seeing her off into retirement. That's how I worked there until retirement, and afterward, I transferred here to you.