Sick Day, Part 2

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I run into Jenny in the lunch room, her arms laden down with Davis’ wife’s excess zucchini crop. As they tumble down to the table there, I grab one.

“Oh, these must be from Davis! I love his wife’s zucchini,” I say, as I slice one and pop a piece into my mouth. “I don’t know what she does when she grows them, but they’re the most flavorful zucchini I’ve ever had.”

It’s hard to keep myself from laughing at the mortified look on Jenny’s bright red face, but somehow I manage.

“So, how’s it going back there?” I ask as we sit down at the lunch table. “Are the boys behaving themselves? Are you having fun?”

Jenny’s eyes are staring intently at her lunch as she mumbles her response. “It’s not exactly what I expected. But…” she pauses, obviously embarrassed. “But… well… it’s all making me pretty hot.”

“That’s the way you want it to be. Just don’t get any ideas – this is a one day swap. Monday all those cocks are mine again,” i say, grabbing another zucchini and slipping it whole in my mouth, deep throating it, as I watch Jenny’s whole body blush this time.

“Phones are ringing, so I must be going. Have a good afternoon,” I say sweetly, and manage not to bust a gut until I’m out of the room and halfway down the hall. Poor innocent Jenny.

Back at my desk, I tuned the video feed into the lunch room, just in time to see Smith walk in and give Jenny the once over. She barely got the words out to explain when he had her bent over the lunch table, his hands working clumsily at his zipper. Pulling his half-hard cock out of his pants, he slapped it all over Jenny’s ass, his cock growing longer and stiffer with each slap.

Then he thrust into her, one long stroke, hands gripping her around the waist as he moved in and out. And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over, Smith stepping away from her and zipping himself back up. Sucks to be a premature ejaculator in this office (and sucks to be fucked by one too – i never get off on Smith’s days). Jenny stands up and reaches for a napkin to wipe off the cum I can see glistening on the inside of her thighs, but I see Smith shake his head. It’s his day, and he wants her to wear it all day, so the other men will know who’s top dog today.

After lunch the phone calls come fast and furious, and the boss has some other work for me too. By the time I’m able to tune into Jenny again, the day is almost done.

I find her in Peterson’s office, laid out on his desk. He’s kneeling over her as she holds her breasts close together so he can fuck her tits. I can tell she’s really into it, as she’s eagerly reaching out her tongue to lick the head on the top of every thrust. Peterson is an attractive guy, and Jenny’s got nice tits, so it’s a lovely tableau to watch. I slip my hand up under my skirt again, gathering up my slippery cunt juices and gliding my fingers over and around my clit. Between the scene on the screen and the feeling between my legs, let’s just say I’m a little distracted.

So distracted, in fact, that I don’t notice the boss has come in behind me until I feel his hand clamp over my lips.

“And what have you found here, Lyn? I see you’ve been keeping a good eye on Jenny,” he says, and pulls me up with the hand gripping my face.

As that hand steers me towards the back office, his other hand is roughly undoing the buttons on my shirt, and one or two pop off. When we’re in his office he lets go of me and orders me to finish taking my clothes off. As I do, he pushes the button for speakerphone and dials Peterson’s office. Peterson is out of breath, and I hope that he had a chance to finish, because the boss orders him to send Jenny up at once.

“So you like to watch, do you Lyn?” he asks, hanging up the speakerphone. “Well, as it turns out, so do I.”

When Jenny walks into the office i’m kneeling on the floor, my hands bound behind my back.

“The boys tell me you did well today, Jenny. You can expect a bonus on your next check. And Lyn here has a bonus for you right now, don’t you Lyn?”

I nod, and the boss orders Jenny to kneel in front of me. Arms bound, I’m a little awkward, but as I lean forward and take first one nipple and then the other into my mouth, I can taste the fresh cum there, and I know that Peterson did manage to finish. I lick and suck her nipples and her collarbone – where his pearl necklace must have collected – until I can’t taste him any more, just her smooth skin and tight nipples, exuding her own scent and flavor of arousal and need.

The boss tells Jenny to lie down and then I’m bending over between her legs, struggling with my bound arms, and knowing that the boss is getting even more turned on from watching me struggle. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of tumbling over, I finally get my face down between her legs. I can taste Smith there as I begin to lick her mound, swirling my tongue between neatly trimmed pubic hair. Then I move down to her opening, sliding my tongue from her hole, sweet and tangy with her wetness, all the way up to her clit, feeling her body shudder under me as I lick and suck her clit.

I tease her a little more before I get into a rhythm and begin working her slowly but thoroughly to climax. My shoulders are aching with my arms bound behind me, but my breasts are thrust out in front, and every time my erect nipples brush against Jenny’s legs a little shock goes down to my own cunt. I’m rocking back and forth as I suck and lick her clit, and when she finally shudders and writhes beneath me, I feel like my own orgasm is just a couple more rocks forward away.

So of course the boss is there to pull me up right away, and slap my legs wide apart, so I can’t even push myself over with a couple of thigh squeezes. “Nice work, Lyn. But nothing for you today – remember, you’re just the receptionist.”

“Who should learn to pay attention to her job,” he growls under his breath in my ear.

“And nice work for you to Jenny. But I expect you to be back on the phones on Monday, understand?” Jenny nods, and with a hard swat to the ass of each of us the boss sends us out of his office.

And sure enough, on Monday Jenny’s voice was back, and I was back in my place, fucking and sucking. But somehow I don’t think this will be the last time Jenny gets to play the office slut.

Sick Day, Part 1

I’m putting my makeup and getting ready to head into work when my cell phone rings. I can barely hear the voice on the other end.

“Lyn, it’s Jenny,” says the scratchy whisper.

“You sound terrible. I take it you’re sick?” Jenny is the receptionist. Cute perky blond, straight out of college, she’s been on the job for a few months.

“I feel fine, I just can’t talk,” she whispers.  “Which means I can’t answer the phones. And I’m out of sick days.”

“That sucks,” I respond, wondering why on earth she’s calling me.

“I really need a full paycheck. Do you, um, do you think we could switch?”

Thinking she couldn’t possibly have said what I think she just said, I ask her to repeat, and yes, she’s asking to switch. As in, she’ll play the office slut for a day if I answer the phones. Well, well – now this is an interesting proposition.

“You’ll owe me a big favor – answering phones is so boring. But yes, I’ll do it for you just this once. Dress code calls for 4-inch heels – do you even own those?” I ask, thinking of perky blonde Jenny in her office-appropriate pencil skirts and colorful ballet flats.

She has a pair in her closet somewhere, she tells me. I tell her to make sure her legs and underarms are smooth. Pubic hair’s okay, if she wants it, but it must be neatly trimmed. I tell her I’ll meet her at the office, and then start thinking about my own closet. I don’t usually get to wear clothes on the job – this will be so novel.

I get to the office, and Jenny’s there waiting for me. Shoes look good – classic black stilettos, always a fine choice. She spends a few minutes going over the phone setup in her hoarse voice, and then we both step behind the frosted glass wall that separates the reception area from the rest of the office suite. My cubicle is just inside, and I tell her to strip down and leave her clothes there.

Nerves have kicked in now, and she’s slow to act, her fingers fumbling with her buttons. But finally she’s naked except for the shoes, and just in time for my – her – 9 am meeting with the boss.

We slip into his office and kneel, and when he walks in I’m sure he’s doing a double take. “Lyn,” he growls, “just what is going on here?”

I explain the situation – Jenny’s laryngitis, my working the phones for the day, and Jenny just nods.

“Highly irregular. This is highly irregular.” The boss doesn’t seemed pleased – he likes things just so – but he tells Jenny to stand up and present herself. i stay kneeling on the floor as he cups each breast one at a time, giving each nipple a pinch. Then spreads her legs apart and roughly pushes two fingers into her cunt. Turning her around, he spreads her ass, and using the cunt juice on his fingers, lubricates a slim butt plug and slips it in.

“So far, so good. Now let’s see how she performs. On your knees, slut.”

He slips his cock out of his pants, and Jenny sets to work on it. What she lacks in finesse, she makes up for in enthusiasm and college coed charm, and it doesn’t take her long to get him rock hard.

“Present your cunt, slut.”

Jenny leans over the desk, spreading her legs wide, and he pushes his cock into her in one long thrust. i’m sure if she could talk she’d squeal a bit, but instead her eyes just get wide. A grimace of pain crosses her face, but as he continues thrusting and she loosens up, I can see that she’s starting to enjoy herself. I’m enjoying myself too, watching her get fucked.

The boss is silent, just a shudder and an extra hard thrust as evidence when he shoots his load into her cunt and steps away.

“She’ll do. She’s not you, Lyn, but we’ll give her a shot.”

He quickly lays out the rules for Jenny – she’s to do whatever the guys tell her to do. Except fucking, ass or vagina – he controls that, only dispensing it when he feels someone’s earned it. Today that’s Smith. The rest of them will have to use other body parts if they feel like getting off. He tells me to keep an eye on her, then releases us from his office.

I can hear the phone ringing, so I set Jenny on her way, leaving it up to her to make the rounds and tell the boys. I’m sure they’ll have no problems at all with this “highly irregular” situation.

When the boss told me to keep an eye on her, he may have been speaking figuratively, but I have other intentions. Our office is equipped with a state-of-the-art CCTV system, and the feed’s accessible through our intranet. The boss likes to watch how the boys use their slut, and I found his password one time when I was cleaning off his desk after he’d used me on it.

So as soon as I get settled in at the reception area, I called up the feed, and flipped through the various offices until I found her in Johnson’s. A good choice to start with, I thought – Johnson is the sweetest and gentlest of the bunch. A gentle *giant* – given the size of his sweet sweet cock – but definitely gentle. He was leaned back in his chair letting Jenny work his cock. Even with both hands around the base of his shaft what was left still filled her mouth, but she worked it really well. Clearly this co-ed had learned a thing or two in college.

Watching her work on Johnson was getting me worked up, so i hiked up my skirt and started rubbing my clit in time to her up and down action on his cock. I’d worn a garter belt with no panties to ensure I’d have easy access to myself – answering the phones really is boring, and part of why I left my last job for this more interesting gig.

Jenny’s head bobbed up and down, and her hands gripped Johnson nice and tight. They were definitely hitting a rhythm together, and so was I. Johnson’s mouth opened in a soundless groan (no audio on the feed) as he came in her mouth, and my clit tingled on the edge of my own orgasm to match, when – BRRRNG – the damn phone rang.

It was for Johnson. I called his office to transfer the call, amused to watch him scrambling for the phone on the video feed. “Call for you. You sound a little out of breath? Everything okay? How’s Jenny working out back there?” I watched shy sweet Johnson turn beet red as he mumbled “fine, fine,” and then I transferred the call.

Not as good as an orgasm would have been, but fun anyway. And there would certainly be more chances.

The boss buzzed me and I actually had to pay attention to my work for a little while, returning some phone calls for him. When I looked again I found Jenny in Davis’ office, looking on in horror as Davis held up a zucchini, taken from the pile sitting on his desk. I knew what was coming next – he’d played this game with me last year. His wife had a garden, and every summer the zucchini harvest would get out control, so he’d bring in the extras to put out in the lunch room. But – sadist that he is – he wanted to amuse himself with them first.

He situated Jenny in his spare office chair, legs spread, cunt open and available. And then he started fucking her with the zucchini. Just a small one to start, but when that was slippery with cunt juices, he pulled it out and grabbed a fresh, larger one. He rubbed her clit with his fingers, ensuring she was aroused even as she was blushing with embarrassment. Then a larger one still, and I knew from my own experience that he’d have latched onto that humiliation and would be using it as much as he could, telling her what a slut she was to be getting so wet from being fucked by a vegetable. I saw him order her to do something, and she shook her head in refusal. He slapped her across the face and ordered again, and this time I could see her lips move. Davis reached out and grabbed a much larger zucchini from the pile, and I knew he’d made her beg him for it. Thrusting it into her, he started working her clit as hard as he could, and although I could see in her face that she was fighting it, I knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Sure enough, a few seconds later her whole body was shuddering with an orgasm.

Davis left her there, turning back to his computer to check his email, Jenny still legs up and spread in the chair, the end of the zucchini sticking out of her cunt. This time there was no phone call to interrupt me as I brought myself to climax watching her sit there, wishing I had a nice thick zucchini in my own cunt right now.

Read Part 2

Sealing the Deal

The company I work for isn’t a sleazy as you’d think a place that employed an office slut would be.  They’re really a very professional firm, and are well known and respected in the field because of the quality of their work and the excellent service they give.  My work is almost entirely internal – keeping the boys happy and on their toes, and amusing the CEO, for the most part. But there are a few customers who get a little “extra” in the way of excellent service.

I look forward to the times that i’m called in to help “seal a deal.” The sweet humiliation of being the naked slut serving a room of men in suits was a big part of why I took this job, after all. Nothing gets me as wet, or as eager to please.

So I was thrilled when, kneeling in his office awaiting my day’s instruction, the boss informed me that there would be an important client meeting today. One where I was to be on my best behavior, and demonstrate fully to the client what kind of service they could expect from our firm.

My mind was full of fantasies about erect cocks slipping out of Armani suits as I got the conference room ready.  Peterson walked past as I stood at the copier readying copies of our service quotes for the meeting, only to stop and quickly come back to investigate the smell of sex and desire coming from my cunt. “Excited about the meeting today, Lyn?” he asked, smirking as he ran his hand between my legs and smeared dripping cunt juice across my eager and erect nipples.

When meeting time came around, I knelt in my usual place, just to one side of the door where guests entered the conference room. Legs spread, breasts thrust out, eyes on the floor – waiting patiently to see how and if I’d be used. Sometimes I wasn’t. Sometimes just the presence of the office slut was enough. Sometimes they’d just ask me to serve coffee, the lackeys and underlings ogling my nakedness, erect cocks straining against tight slacks as I bent over them to refill a cup. Sometimes there’d be more.

I kept my eyes trained to the floor as they filed in.  Listened as the boss talked to someone – their CEO, I guessed from the tone of his voice – about the company, about who’d be attending the meeting today. He stopped directly in front of me.

“And this is Lyn.”

A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face. A hand with long, red-lacquered nails. A hand attached to a body wearing a pair of red-bottomed Louboutin pumps and an Yves St Laurent suit. A body attached the face of the most gorgeous woman I could remembering laying eyes on.

Suddenly this meeting got even more interesting.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about Lyn,” she said, and pulled me to standing, still holding on to my chin. She looked at me, and my eyes dropped to the floor, my usual smart-ass nature replaced with meek compliance as I saw in her eyes that she was not someone to be trifled with.  Her hands cupped and lifted each breast in turn, and spread my ass cheeks and inspected me there. Then one finger slid between my legs, gathering my cunt juices, making me shudder as she ran a fingernail across my clit. “I think she’ll do,” she said, as she sniffed my cunt juices on her finger, then slid the same finger into my mouth for me to clean off.

As the meeting began, I found myself in service as her footstool. I worked hard to maintain my position as the pressure from her legs weighed down on my back. Stifled my outburst when she bent her leg and rested the pointy heel of her stiletto against my ass. The meeting went on around me, and I scarcely paid attention, too busy wondering where this was going to end up, too busy imagining what she might do to me next.

The next thing I knew, everyone was standing up. Hands were shaken, backs were clapped, and exclamations of the beginnings of a “wonderful partnership” were made. Clearly, we had sealed the deal.

Or perhaps not yet.

“There’s just one thing. I do need to make sure of the slut. I think she’ll be perfect for some projects I have in mind, and her reputation does precede her, but I would like to be sure.”

“By all means,” the boss said. “Do as you like with her. I’ll have Peterson wait outside – he can bring you by my office to finalize things before you leave. I have no doubt that you’ll find Lyn to your liking. We certainly do.”

As the boss and our team filed out, I realized that there were others in the room. I’d been so enraptured by this woman, that I hadn’t even noticed the rest of her entourage. Four men in suits – just what I’d been hoping for – but completely overshadowed by her.

“I hear you like gangbangs, Lyn. Is that true?”

I nodded, not sure if I should speak, not sure how to address her.

“Good. Because my boys do too.”

The first of them put me up on the conference table, spread my legs, and dropping his pants just enough to get his cock out, shoved himself into my cunt.

“Eyes on me, Lyn,” she said, as he fucked me. I struggled to keep my eyes on her as she stared into mine, as one by one the men fucked me, came in me, and pulled out for the next. Apparently she only employs particularly virile men, as by the time the fourth was done, the first was ready to go again. I watched her all the while, my body responding to the men fucking it, but my mind firmly focused on pleasing only her.

After the second round, she dismissed the men. Now it was just the two of us in the conference room.

“On the floor, slut,” she commanded, and I pulled myself off the table to kneel at her feet, embarassed by the trail of come dripping out of my cunt.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, poking the pointy toe of her shoe into my raw and abused cunt, and beginning to fuck me with it.

“Pleased to be of service, ma’am,” i responded, as my body responded to the rhythm of her foot, my stretched-out, come-filled, and used cunt accommodating more of her shoe than i would have thought possible.

“How many times did you come, Lyn, when they were fucking you?”

“None, ma’am,” I gasped, my breath coming faster now.

“Good girl. I was hoping you were waiting for me. Can you come for me now, Lyn? Can you show me that you are an obedient slut?”

My breath came faster, my cunt began to clench, my eyes rolled back in my head a little.

Crack! Her hand slapped my cheek hard. “Come for me now, slut!” she commanded, and I exploded all over her shoe in my cunt, gushing onto the floor beneath us.

“Good girl,” she said, removing her shoe from my cunt. “Now, clean up this mess you made.”

I carefully licked her shoe, cleaning off the mixture of my cunt juices and the men’s come from every inch of her shoe, making sure I got it right the first time, afraid of what she’d do if I missed a spot. Only pulling back when I was sure I’d gotten it all.

Apparently I’d done a good enough job, because she got up and walked out without another word to me. But I could hear her in the hallway as Peterson walked her out to the boss’ office.

“Oh yes, she’ll do,” she said. “She’ll do just fine.”

Dictation with Davis

9 am. I slip into the boss’s office and kneel on the floor – legs spread, palms upturned on my thighs, eyes on the floor – waiting for today’s instructions. I wait patiently while he first finishes a phone call, then writes and files some notes, then checks his email before turning his attention to the nude office slut kneeling next to his desk.

“Today you’re with Davis, Lyn. Bastard sprained his wrist last night – I didn’t ask how – and he’s got a quote that has to go out by the end of the day. Can’t type – doctor’s orders – so you’ll have to take dictation.”

I respond with a quick “Yes, Sir” and get up quickly to leave – the boss doesn’t like any delay once he’s given his orders. He gives me hard slap to the ass anyway, and I can feel the red outline of his handprint on my ass as I make my way down to Davis’ office. I entertain myself with thoughts of how Davis might have sprained his wrist, finally settling on overenthusiastic masturbation to the sounds of his neighbors having sex, overheard through his apartment’s thin walls.

My face must have betrayed my thoughts, because Davis greets me grouchily. “Wipe that smirk off your face, Lyn. We’ve got work to do.”

I settle in at his computer. Davis his behind me, but because of the weird “kneeling” chair i’m sitting on – he uses it because of his bad back – he’s still getting quite a view of my naked body and stiletto heels. He leans back on his desk chair, feet on the desk, tells me which files to pull up, and we get started on the quote. He dictates text for the narrative sections, and tells me where to get the numbers for the rest, and soon the quote is mostly complete. He’s lucky to have me – I was a highly effective and sought after executive assistant before leaving to take this more, um, “interesting” job, and while my administrative skills don’t get as much use here as my other skills, I can still kick ass and take names when called upon to do so.

I’m putting the finishing touches on the quote – cover page, references, – all the things I’m usually responsible for, and that don’t require Davis’ input, when he calls my name. I turn around, and see that he’s got his cock out in his hand. He must have been stroking it for a while – it’s long and very hard, the head swollen and purple. Slut that I am, my cunt immediately gets wet.

“Take care of this for me, will you?”

I slip off the chair and kneel between his legs, taking his cock deep into my mouth, sliding it to the back of my throat. Davis loves being deep throated, and he’ll force his way in if I don’t get there fast enough. So I work to quickly build up that porn-star quality spit that will let him slip his cock in and out of my throat, and I only gag a bit when he starts thrusting.

The position is bad, and he stands up. He drags me over to where he can support himself against the wall as he starts to face fuck me, slamming his cock into my throat (and my head against the wall) over and over again.

“That’s right, little slut, suck my cock. Screw taking dictation, now it’s time to take my dick. I know that’s what You really want.”

I can’t argue. Even as I fight not to gag, my cunt is getting wetter and wetter, and when he pulls out of my mouth and sprays his cum all over my breasts, I nearly orgasm just from the feeling of it on my erect nipples.

“Alright, back to work.”

I can feel his cum on my chest, cooling as it dries. And as Davis snores behind me, I decide his weird chair isn’t so bad after all, when I discover that I can position myself on it so that my clit is pressed against the “seat.”  The little nubs of rough fabric wrap around my clit, and I rub and rock myself to a quiet orgasm as I finish the quote and hit Send.

Backed Up

Davis pokes his head into my cubicle. “The toilet’s backed up again,” he tells me.

“I know, and I’ve already called the plumber, but they can’t get here until tomorrow.”

“Boss says we should use you instead. How do you want it, in a glass, or straight from the tap?”

i’m not one to turn down the opportunity for a cock in my mouth, although i’d rather it was cum hitting the back of my throat than piss. But i know my job, and i get out from behind my desk and kneel on the floor in front of Davis.

He unzips his pants – a little too eagerly, i think – and feeds his soft cock into my open mouth. i try to relax and think zen thoughts as the taste of his piss starts to fill my mouth and i struggle to keep swallowing and not choke. Finally, he’s done, and pulls out and zips up.

As he’s walking out the door, he turns to me – “Lyn, bring me a cup of coffee, will you? i have a feeling i’m going to need a lot of coffee today.”

Sales Report

“Okay, Johnson, you’re up first. How’d your department do this month?”

Johnson stands up and begins his report, stammering and stuttering as usual. I don’t know what he did that the boss hates him so much, but he makes the poor guy go first every month.

I stand in my place at the front of the room. Near the flip chart in case there’s an impromptu brainstorm session, otherwise just monitoring the room, ready to go fetch coffee from the kitchen or do whatever else is needed.

Especially whatever else is needed.

The room is full of men, in their stiff shirts, staid suits, and boring ties. It’s very much an old boys club, with the boss ruling the roost, and never hesitating to belittle an underling or call someone out. The rest of them play along, smirking, making jokes, hoping that will make the boss less likely to pick on them. I’m the only woman in the room.

And have I mentioned that I’m naked except for a pair of stiletto heels?

I’ve been daydreaming, and not really paying attention, but as Johnson reaches the end of his report, I snap to attention. “As to, uh, sales, uh, Sir… It was, uh, an average month, Sir. Total was $32,500, which was um, about the same as last month, Sir.”

Johnson finally stammers to a close. The boss gives him a withering glare. “I had higher hopes for you this month, Johnson. See that you do better next month, or we’ll have to examine the staffing of your department.” And then, “$32,000 is that right? So that’s, let’s see – Lyn – what is that?”

“3 minutes, Sir,” I reply quickly.

“3 minutes, Johnson. Do you think that will be enough this month?

“I’m, uh, not sure, Sir.”

The rest of the men laugh, and the boss says “I guess we’ll find out.”

Johnson turns his rolling chair around, away from the conference table, and I leave my spot at the front of the room. I kneel in front of him, between his spread legs, his pants lowered just enough for me to get to his cock. I take his cock in my mouth. It’s flacid, of course – I imagine that when Johnson’s speaking the thing practically crawls up inside his body.

But his cock doesn’t stay flacid long, as I begin to suck and lick it, running my tongue around the glans, using my hand at the base to enhance the sensation. Soon his cock is bumping the back of my throat. The other men might make fun of Johnson’s stammer and his sucky sales, but his cock puts all of theirs to shame – the fact that he always goes first makes the rest of them so disappointing.

I live in anticipation of the month that Johnson’s department finally hits it big, because – sadly – 3 minutes is never enough. I’m just finding my rhythm, the spit at the back of my throat thick and sticky, perfect for deepthroating, my cunt pulsing in time with my movements, when the stopwatch in front of the boss begins to beep.

Reluctantly, I disengage from that lovely cock. Johnson – with obvious discomfort – puts it away. I can see the outline of it through his suit pants, and my cunt grows wet as i fantasize about that beautiful cock filling it. I wouldn’t want to have dinner with Johnson, but he could fuck me with that cock anytime. Or just lie back and let me fuck myself on it, if he’s as pathetic at performing in the bedroom as he is the board room.

While I was busy with Johnson, it was Peterson’s turn to report. He was still rambling on when I finished, so I returned to my spot at the front of the room, aware of all the men’s eyes following me as I walked. Between the sound of my sucking off Johnson, and the smell beginning to waft from my cunt, I knew that the rest of the men would be at least at half-mast when they got their turns.

$50,000 from Peterson’s department. 5 minutes. If it had been Smith, that would have been plenty – Smith’s a premature ejaculator, and he’d manage to blow his load even if he only had Johnson’s 3 minutes. But 5 minutes is right on the cusp for Peterson. It would likely depend on when he’d last fucked his wife. She was a cute little thing, blond with perky tits, and I wouldn’t mind fucking her myself. I imagined he did her as often as possible, so my bet was that Peterson wouldn’t manage with only 5 minutes.

I didn’t let my bet with myself sully my performance, though. In fact, the whole time I was sucking and stroking his cock (average length, and a little thick), I was fantasizing about fucking his wife’s cunt with a strap-on dildo while he fucked her face and made her perky tits bounce, so I probably gave him a better than average blow job.

I could taste his precum and feel his knees shaking a little when the stopwatch went off, and up my head popped. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, and then he reluctantly put himself away, staying turned away from the table for an extra minute to compose himself.

3 more departments, 3 more sales reports, 3 more blow jobs. Smith was next, and the first to shoot his cum down my throat, as expected. Davis had an awful month, losing money because a sale from the previous month was canceled. So he got the one minute special, where I worked as hard as I could to make him as hard as possible for that one minute, then smeared a fingerful of my cunt musk under his nose and left him hanging. Ross was the superstar of the month – $200,000 in sales. I knew he wouldn’t use the whole 20 minutes, but he definitely enjoyed having me work on him for the 12 it took, threading his hands through my hair and pushing my face down on his cock, as much a face fucking as a blow job. Man’s a bit of a sadist, I think, but fortunately I don’t mind. My cunt *really* doesn’t mind, and the insides of my thighs were thick with cunt juice by the time he was done with me.

I went back up to my place at the front of the room, catching my breath, waiting for the boss to bring the meeting to a close so I could clean up the papers and coffee cups, maybe sneak off into the bathroom to get myself off. But this time the boss got up to make a speech.

“As you know, men, we’re in a bit of a cash crunch right now. Oh, you’re all doing your parts – except you, Davis – and I appreciate that. But this economic downturn is giving us some cash flow problems. So I have to announce that we won’t be able to pay out a Christmas bonus this year.”

Groans from around the room, although they try to hide it.

“But I can’t let such good work go unrewarded – even you, Davis, you’ve had a good year otherwise – so I do have another kind of bonus for You.”

My ears perk up at that. What ever could he have in mind?

“Lyn, up on the table, please.”

I begin to understand what the bonus is as I lie back on the table and spread my legs, cunt at the edge. As Peterson drives his cock into me, I’m feeling awfully glad that my cunt is so wet from that face fucking Ross gave me. It doesn’t take long for Peterson to shoot his load – he’d been so close before – and his cum fills my cunt and paves the way for the rest of them. Davis drives into me viciously, paying me back for his humiliation earlier. I’m impressed that Smith and Ross manage to get off a second time. And then it’s time for Johnson. The others think they’re leaving him with sloppy seconds (or, er, fifths, I mean). But I’m glad I’ve had 4 other cocks in me, because that means maybe I can take Johnson without tearing in two.

The other men are already heading out of the room when Johnson approaches the table. No flacid cock this time, he’s ready to go, and I’m ready to take all of him. He drives into me, and I’m instantly moaning, loving the feeling of being so totally filled, loving the way each thrust hits my cervix and combines the pleasure with pain.

After a few quick thrusts, he slows down, starts taking his time. He’s determined to make up for all those months of 3 minute blow jobs, all those months of humiliation. My moans intensify. “Oh god, oh god, oh please, oh please…” and he speeds up, reaches down, grabs my hips, pulls me as far as he can onto his cock, and as I start to come, cunt grasping and pulsing around that gorgeous cock, he comes too. He rests there, deep inside me, for only a moment. Then he sighs a peaceful and contented sigh, pulls out and leaves the room.

It’s a few minutes yet before I’m able to move, legs aching, cunt swollen and sore. But I know that cleaning that much cum off the boardroom table is going to be a real pain in the ass, so I drag myself up and get to work before it has time to dry out.