by Audrey Drake
Now, she sat once more in Mr. Cock's office, feeling downcast and ashamed, her hands between her legs- not up her skirt for a change, but in the stance of a child who knows they've done something bad and knows, furthermore, that they're about to be punished for it.
Mr. Cock paced thoughtfully back and forth behind his desk, arms crossed behind his back, clearly facing some dilemma that was making things difficult for him.
Lucy waited nervously, awaiting his predetermined judgment, knowing that her ass was cooked but needing merely to hear him say the words.
Suddenly he looked up at her, studying her face carefully, looking for something she could tell, but what, exactly, she hadn't the foggiest idea.
Finally he spoke up.
“Lucy... I'm not going to mince words with you. I feel as though that would be a waste of both of our time. Your performance at this office has been so bad that I cannot even think of a proper adjective to describe it. 'Abysmal' just doesn't cut it anymore, because that would imply that there's actually some performance to be deemed such. 'Nonexistent' doesn't exactly work either, because although your output has been so scarce that it's not even worth my consideration, you have had a noticeable impact on our company-”
She perked up, hoping for some slight saving grace that might redeem her, but was quickly disappointed.
“Because even though you get nothing done, you still get paid a normal salary, which puts a major dent in the company's bottom line...”
Lucy slumped backward, sighing, no longer seeing any way at all this could end well for her.
“Now Lucy, I really believe in giving a person their fair shake. I know everyone has circumstances in their lives that make things difficult from time to time, and what other people see might not actually represent what they're capable of. And to be honest, I really thought that you had potential. I really thought you could change. I was very wrong about this, and I see that now...”
Lucy hung her head in shame, not saying a word, not looking her almost-former boss in the eyes, simply waiting for the final chop against her neck to finish her off.
“But now... I think I understand the problem... I found this lying on the floor next to your desk the other day...” He slid a small notebook across the desk toward Lucy, and her face instantly struck crimson at the sight of it.
It was her sex dream journal, an in-depth document of every single fantasy she'd dreamt up in the past several months, every single steamy, salacious detail set down in ink or graphite, all laid out in succinct formatting for her boss to see- several of the fantasies, it has been noted, involving both him and her co-workers.
Lucy gulped hard, her knees trembling, her eyes growing wide.
“It seems you have a very active imagination Lucy...” said Mr. Cock, smiling for the first time, and a very different sort of maliciousness starting to flash in his eyes. “And I'd like to see that put to good use...”
“I... Um...” Lucy stammered, uncertain exactly as to what he was implying. “Sorry, sir?”
Mr. Cock leaned forward toward her, his intentions spreading as obvious as he could make them across his face. “Let me spell this out for you,” he said, his voice low. “I'd like to help turn all of your wildest dreams into reality...”
Lucy's mouth was suddenly parched, unbearably dry, and she had to lick her lips to keep them crumbling up and blowing off into the office's air ducts.
“I... Um... Okay...” she said, and she suddenly began to grow very moist between the legs.
Mr. Cock leaned back in his chair, looking remarkably pleased with himself, and Lucy felt certain if she looked over the desk right now she would see a rock hard erection bulging through his khakis. Mr. Cock hit the intercom button on his phone, buzzing the secretary outside.
“Yes Mr. Cockburn?”
Cockburn?! That had been his name this entire time?! Hell, Lucy hadn't been as far off as she'd thought she'd been. Cockburn even seemed a little worse, actually...
“Sarah, could you run down to the liquor store and grab a few cases of something? Some of us are going to have a little weekend office party after closing today...”
Lucy gulped once more, unable to believe what she was hearing.
“Right away sir,” said Sarah, crackling back out.
Lucy couldn't fathom it... She had come in here expecting to end up fired, and instead it sounded as though something much more pleasant lay in store for her soon.
“Oh and uh, Sarah... Call in the janitor as well while you're at it... We're going to need a lot of paper towels for what I've got planned...”
Lucy gulped yet again.
Chapter Two
They waited until 5:15 for all the uggos to leave for the weekend before they got started.
Once only the humpables remained still in the office, Mr. Cockburn waltzed over to the door and shut off about half the lights, creating an almost instantly orgy-appropriate ambience. “Alright, folks. It's party time.”
It didn't take long for things to get under way.
A few corks popped, champagne sizzled, vodka and rum and whiskey slushed down gullets, diminishing inhibitions instantly, and someone blared some especially suggestive music from one of the office computers.
The party had begun.
Everyone from Lucy's dreams was there, as well as several visually striking employees she had apparently never seen during her time here, for else they surely would have made cameos in her fantasies at some point. Social barriers quickly dissolved between men and women alike, scooting in close to one another, flirting unabashedly, everyone making eyes at anyone with a sex organ between their legs, setting up connections for the indiscriminate sex romp that was soon to commence.
Even a few outsiders from Lucy's dream had shown up, such as her masseuse Lily, who was evidently sleeping with Rick from accounting (small world!), as well as Allie's stepson Derek, who was supposed to be attending his senior prom tonight, but had chosen this affair instead under the banner of both bettering his career, as well as scoring a lot more pussy in the process.
Everyone cheered at the first kiss of the evening, the proverbial gunshot into the air that was their permission to start screwing. It was surprising actually, as the kiss took place between Gary and Robert, whom no one really knew swung that way, although they were all soon to realize that every single person in that office secretly swung every way.
The fucking began.
Clothes shed like snake skin; jackets, cotton shirts, ties, dress shoes, high heels, pantyhose, dress pants, skirts, dresses, bras, boxers, briefs, panties, flying in every direction, shooting like a whirlwind onto any available surface, cubicles littered with textile debris, the ocean of pink flesh now populating the office giving an entirely new meaning to the idea of casual Friday.
There was a chorus of giggles from the women as well as some of the men as they denuded- no one could really believe this was happening, yet everyone in the office was thrilled that it was. All the men seemed to grow aroused in unison, their fleshy members inflating like balloons, growing, long, rock-hard, intense, solidifying into powerful erections that seemed eager and ready to fulfill their respective duties. Lucy couldn't help but observe how fucking well-endowed her entire pool of male colleagues appeared to be.
Once again, Gary and Robert took the lead on things. The rest of the office circled around them, partnering up with one or two of the people around them, standing in a ring and caressing slightly as they watched the two men as voyeurs, rolling around across the carpet in the center, seeming to savor the fact that they could finally indulge their desires publicly. Robert climbed on top of his partner, rubbing his penis slowly against Gary's, their tongues lapping together furiously, their hands skimming down one another's bodies, massaging chests, caressing stomachs, grabbing asses, squeezing testicles. When at last they pulled apart Gary took over as the dominant partner between the two of them, climbing behind Robert, bending him over, and shoving his throbbing cock hard and deep up into his
ass. Robert moaned with pain, craning his head back, his eyes clenched shut from the pain, and Robert began humping , plowing him mercilessly, their bodies clapping together with a perverse indulgence, pelvis against pelvis, flesh against flesh, their moans rising up throughout the office as though some perverse call for action.
The others began their erotic escapades.
Lucy started off with Rick from accounting and Lily from the massage parlor. She'd been so surprised to learn that the two of them had been screwing, but once the three of them got into it it seemed as apparent as all get-out. The two of them kissed with an obvious familiarity, bobbing their heads and choking one another with their tongues crammed halfway down their throats, caressing their bodies, and allowing Lucy to join them in their intimacy. They went from partner to partner to partner, Rick kissing Lily, Lily kissing Lucy, Lucy kissing Rick, all three of them leaning in at once to kiss tri-laterally, the whole while their mass of limbs all flailing, caressing, grabbing, groping, fingers running along bodies, hooking into pussies, wrapping around cocks.
Before long, Lily and Lucy were on their knees, their lips taking turns around Rick's throbbing cock, slurping theatrically as they sucked along his shaft, pushing their faces all the way down to the base of his pelvis, sliding back off, letting the other have a turn, and then every few slurps taking a break turning to face one another, making out for his enjoyment as he jacked himself off manually, savoring the view, eagerly anticipating the moment of their return to his manhood.
A few moments longer, and Lucy was bent down to the floor, propped up on her hands, her legs elevated around Rick's waist as he pounded her vigorously, his cock driving her body apart like a nail into wood moaning as he thrusted, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...” Rick was doing double pootie dutie meanwhile, his tongue thrusting deep into Lily's pussy up above, lashing about her cooter as though digging for buried treasure in there. Her body shivered as she struggled to keep her balance, as her legs were wrapped up around Rick's head, her torso hung like a snake down onto Lucy's back, her hand's on Lucy's shoulder blades, the three of them a perfectly coordinated sex machine.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!”
Derek, meanwhile, was sowing the seeds of his young adulthood like mad, and had scored the jackpot of a lifetime by coming to the party instead of going to prom. His step-mom Allie and Sarah the secretary were clustered around his cock like butterflies around a particularly luscious flower, running liquid kisses all along his nubile body, nibbling at his nipples, licking the cheeks of his ass, running their hands about his strong young form like polygamous newlyweds, until at last arriving at his dick, sharing it between the two of them as was being done nearby with Rick, taking long, delicious slurps like licks from a popsicle, their cheeks collapsing with exaggerated thinness and then popping away as they pulled him out of their mouths, kissing one another for a while, then returning, whichever of the two of the two of them not presently doing any sucking taking playful, sticky bites at his ball sack.
Allie stepped away finally, and Sarah lay down onto the ground, pulling the near-virginal young lad on top of her tiny body, instructing him what to do, and taking his cock by the hand to place it inside her gloriously wet pussy. Slowly, Derek took a few deep, gradual thrusts, digging with tantalizing friction into Sarah, who instantly began to close her eyes, moaning, startling Derek somewhat in his sexual naivety.
Then suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, and thought that his erection might go flaccid inside Sarah's tight body.
“Young man, you look like you could use some initiation into this business...”
It was Mr. Cockburn, smiling darkly, making Derek's behind clench at his touch. His eyes roved to the boss's considerably larger cock and he gulped, both aroused and afraid by the prospect of his offer.
“Go for it son,” his stepmom egged him on, grinning with mild evil on her face. “Sometimes the best way to get ahead in life is by taking some head...”
“I... Okay...” he said uncertainly, and leaned back down on top of Sarah, readying his rump for penetration. He shivered as he felt Cockburn's warm, sticky penis sliding up and down between his cheeks, trembling with anticipation, and wham! He was inside, his cock lodged deep into his ass, and thrusting in and out of him like an experienced pro.
A few moments later they were another perfect machine, Cockburn fucking Derek up the ass, Derek simultaneously fucking Sarah up the pussy and holding his weeping head between Allie's legs, eating out his stepmom's cooter.
Lucy, meanwhile, had switched positions. She'd spied Jerry the janitor as he came into the room with cleaning supplies, and she was just about to invite him over to join her current threesome- he'd asked her out earlier that morning, after all, so it only seemed proper. However, she was stunned to see he'd made a straight b-line to Gary and Robert's gay fuck session in the middle of the floor instead, shedding his work clothes in a heartbeat and adding his tight, muscular body to this sweaty sausage fest.
Lucy ambled over, wondering if the three of them could use a little pussy for their dogs.
They did, of course.
Before long, Lucy was drenched with sweat, bursting from an intense, mind-boggling orgasm, her body trembling, her pelvis feeling poised to explode. The three of them had gone for a triple penetration, draping her out across the conference room table for purposes of excess accessibility to her assets, none of them able to move all that freely in the cramped formation, but each loving the hot, sticky melting of their bodies all the same. It was a Robert-Gary-Jerry sandwich, with Robert beneath her body, taking her pussy from below, Gary on top of him, also in her pussy, their cocks touching and rubbing against one another with every mild thrust, and Jerry on top, freest to thrust among the three of them, driving his throbbing, fleshy mop handle in and out of her ass with vigor.
Had anyone been listening, they could have heard Lucy's screaming as she came yet again, multiple times this time, with each of the men spilling out in succession inside of her, Robert shooting his hot load, drenching Gary's cock with his hot, burning cum, causing it to explode as well, shooting out a load so thick it streamed back out of her pussy, and Jerry's reacting similarly, bursting from the intuited release of their juices.
However, Lucy quickly saw when she staggered outside, her body drenched in sweat, cum dribbling sweetly down her leg, the rest of the office was occupied with something very much aside from herself. Her eyes went wide as she saw none other than Dick Trickledown himself, billionaire CEO of the company, whom Mr. Cockburn had apparently invited to the party and was waltzing around the room like a king, shoving his cock down every single throat in the office in time with the music, man and woman alike. Everyone took a long, hard suck before pulling out again, long threads of saliva dripping down from his enormous cock, each customer left with a smile on his or face as he extricated himself, then danced to the beat to the next person in the line, his cock jiggling with arousal with every step he took. “I'm so glad I could swing by here and distribute my bonuses to you all,” he said before cramming his billion-dollar footlong down Allie's throat.
Almost more alarming was the fact that the mysterious gimp from one of her most recent dreams had appeared as well, and any person who wasn't being orally assaulted by Trickledown was bent over having his or her ass beat by this faceless, leather-bound torturer.
Lucy wasn't even about to try and explain that one...
Just as she was about to go step into the circle queued up for billionaire face-fucking she felt herself taken by the hand, and she turned to see Mr. Cockburn leading her off from the rest of the festivities into a corner.
Instantly he had her pinned to the wall, their bodies pressing against one another, his dick sliding up and down along her semen-covered front, the two of them digging into one another's mouths like soldiers on shore leave. She felt his hands creeping down between her legs as they kissed, twiddling at the lips of her pussy, driving his fingers inside, making her gasp, unsure o
f how much pleasure she could handle in one evening. She grabbed his cock in return, tugging about his namesake until it was unbelievably long and hard in her grip, hot and sticky and perhaps poised to explode.
At last he pulled away, looking Lucy madly in the eyes, the most satisfied look she had ever seen on this surly employer's perfect face.
“Lucy, I've decided that this agency can't do without you- and neither can I... You contributions to this workplace have been greater than I could ever have anticipated. The way you basically set this all up for us... This office party wouldn't have been nearly the sexcess it's been without you.”
“Oh, well thank you,” she said, blushing.
“As I said, you have a very active imagination,” he said softly, running her wet hair through his fingers, brushing a few plastered strands from her face.
“I guess you could say that,” she laughed modestly.
“Well, as long as you keep it up, I can guarantee there will always be a hole for you to fill at this company...” He leaned in closely, kissing her again, and pulled away with a slight gasp from Lucy. “My only hope is that we can somehow make all of your wildest dreams come true...”
And then he bedded her on the copy machine.
Climbed on top of her, their sweaty bodies dripping all over the scanner tray, his rock hard, throbbing, veiny erection slithering between her legs, plowing deep into her pussy, at long last giving her what it was she wanted.
He pounded her intensely, their bodies colliding like a jackhammer on pavement, the slapping of their skin echoing loudly through the office, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!” Lucy moaned, her body convulsing with the earliest pangs of orgasm, her hands groping about, accidentally activating the copier, so that it scanned his cock plunging deep into her pussy, creating a permanent, black-and-white record of their fornication that could be viewed in flipbook-like fashion, the pages skimmed to see him thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out...