by Anya Aurelie
I had to admit, the thought of getting caught sent another wave of pleasure and of wetness to my pussy.
Brian popped open the top button of my pants and eased the zipper down. My heart started to beat faster as the naughtiness of what we were doing swept over me. If someone walked in on us now, we’d surely both be fired.
If they told.
Brian peeled my pants down my legs, then tickled down my front, over my stomach. I could feel his finger getting closer and closer to the top elastic of my panties, the warmth in his hand spreading through my entire core.
I swallowed. His hand crept closer still, his eyes on mine. Then his fingers were inside my panties, feeling down, down, toward my pussy. I felt him graze the very top edge of the sensitive skin, then feel further down. He was almost at my clit now, and I sucked in a breath, so horny I could hardly stand it.
But he must have known. He was older, he was experienced. He missed my clit entirely, teasing me, and drew and half-circle around it and kept going. I wanted him to touch it so badly, to rub it. I wanted to feel the slight roughness of his fingertips against the tight nub. But he kept me craving him.
I spread my legs slightly as he moved between them, spreading my pussy lips and tracing the very outer edge on one side. My cunt pulsed, begging for him, but still he stared into my eyes, teasing me and refusing to give in.
Then, he pulled his hand out of my underwear. I groaned at the absence of his fingers, and he smiled at the power he had over me. “What, did you want me to do something else?” he asked lightly, feigning that he didn’t know.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What did you want?” he asked.
“I want you to put your hand back in my panties.” As I said it, he did. “I want you to rub my clit.” This time, he rubbed. I could feel how wet I was, how his finger glided over the tight skin, and I moaned. It felt so good.
“I want you to push your finger inside my pussy,” I continued, and he slid lower between my legs. I shifted again to allow him access, and he found my opening. Then he pushed.
His finger slid into me all at once, feeling almost as good as his cock in that moment — or maybe I’d just forgotten how amazing his cock felt. I began to move against him, pushing his finger into my G spot and rubbing my clit against his knuckle.
“You seem to be enjoying this a little too much,” he said, that teasing tone still in his voice, and pulled out of me.
“No,” I groaned. “Please.”
“You little slut,” he said with a smile, and I nodded. “You’ve taught me to crave your cock,” I told him. He smiled wider. He seemed to like that.
But he didn’t put his hand back inside of me. Instead, he pushed my panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them, abandoning them on our office floor. Then he reached around my back and snapped the clasp of my bra, and I wiggled out of that too and left it where it fell, a couple of feet from the panties.
Brian stood back to admire me, and I looked around us. Desks, computers, staplers, the copy machine — everything was exactly how it looked here normally, as though this were a normal day at work. Everything except the people, and the fact that I was standing here in the office completely naked in front of my boss, whose rock-hard cock was pushing out of the opening in his pants.
“When do you get naked?” I asked him.
“Never,” he said with a grin. “I like watching you give me all your power.”
I liked it too, I had to admit. And the way he said it was so sexy. I was ready to be fucked.
Brian took my hand and led me over to my desk. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was just like in my fantasy, except that I’d never thought it could actually come true. He pushed aside some piles of paper and lifted me up, setting me on the desk. I could feel my bare pussy pressing up against the desk where I sat and worked every day.
Brian lifted my legs up and set my feet on either side of my body, so that my cunt was exposed to him. He stood in front of me and examined me, and I felt on display, so naughty and wrong. I was going to fuck my boss again, for the third time. My boss, whom I’d lost my virginity to so recently. My boss, who had wanted to teach me a lesson about what can happen when we wear inappropriate clothing to office after those kids had stolen my swimsuit.
My boss, who was now pushing his hard cock up against the opening to my pussy and starting to push inside of it.
He grabbed my breast in one hand as he pushed, and once again I felt like he’d never fit. It seemed as though I’d somehow shrunk since he’d fucked me last. My pussy felt tight and his cock felt huge.
But slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he managed to push his way inside. Once he’d worked his way all the way in, he held himself there. I was leaning back, my hands propping me up behind me on the desk, and Brian was standing in front of me having his way with my body.
After a moment, he pulled out of me, all the way. He stood looking at me, staring at my pussy. “What are you looking at?” I asked.
“I love the way my cock is already gaping your tight cunt open,” he told me. “I’m going to stretch you out so wide…”
But at that moment, I heard a sound. I froze and stared at him, and I could tell from the look on his face that he heard it too.
Someone else was in the office. And they were walking our way.
Before I even had time to jump off the desk and try to find a place to hide, someone appeared in the doorway leading in from the hallway. It was Greg, the IT guy. He didn’t work here normally, but stopped in regularly enough that I recognized him. And he recognized me.
“Oh!” he said, surprised, and took a step back when he saw us. Then, curiously: “What’s going on?”
Brian didn’t even try to hide his cock. He didn’t try to pretend. It was too late. We’d been caught.
I felt my cheeks burning in shame and humiliation at being caught totally naked in the office, fucking my boss. But then Greg took a step forward, into the room, and stared at me. I could feel his eyes on my skin, taking in my full, perky tits, my tight stomach, and my slightly-less-tight-now cunt.
“Greg,” Brian said, going into damage control mode. “Buddy. You need to keep this between us. Please.”
I shut my legs and covered my breasts with my hands. If I was honest, though, the idea of being caught was an even bigger turn-on than fucking my boss out in the open in the office. Part of me wanted to hide, maybe even to die, with the humiliation of this strange man seeing my naked body and knowing what my boss was doing to me.
Another part of loved it. I wanted him to look, wanted him to get turned on too. I wanted him to think Brian was lucky to get to fuck me. I wanted to be objectified and used and treated like a slut.
These two parts of me warred within me while Brian beseeched Greg to forget what he’d seen and go on with his day. But Greg was not convinced.
“Tell you what,” he said with a leering grin in my direction. “If you let me stay and watch, maybe I’ll think about keeping it between us. But you’re asking a lot.”
Brian glanced at me, then back at Greg. Then, without even consulting me, he said, “Okay, if that’s what it takes.”
“What?!” I said. “Isn’t this up to me as well?”
“Do you want us both to get fired?” Brian asked. I shook my head no.
“Then we’re going to have to let him watch.”
I glanced at Greg again, and felt my cheeks grow hotter still. Getting caught naked was one thing, with the implication of what we’d been doing obvious, but having him watch me actually get filled up by my boss’s cock and used? That was a different matter entirely.
But what choice did I have? I needed my job, and I sure didn’t want to get Brian fired along with me.
I opened up my legs, glancing at Greg with that same feeling of humiliation and shame, though my cunt only pulsed harder as I watched him take me in. I could feel myself getting wetter than I’d ever been, and my breasts tingled with nervous excitement.
Brian approached me again, and lifted my legs back up beside me, so that I was spread open for them both. All at once, he pushed back inside my tight cunt, and began forcefully fucking me. With each thrust he spread me open wider and wider, and got deeper and deeper inside.
I stared at Greg as he watched us, and noticed that the bulge at the front of his pants was growing. He leaned up against the wall and made himself comfortable as he watched me be fucked hard.
Brian grabbed onto my legs for leverage and pushed harder into me, slapping my body with his with every thrust. As he fucked me, I noticed Greg creeping closer and closer, and soon Greg’s hand reached out and grabbed my breast. At first I wanted to pull back, but his fingers felt so good against my skin, and between his hand, Brian’s hands, and Brian’s cock, I was being touched in so many places at once.
Greg pinched my nipple, then did the same to the other side when he saw that neither of us was going to object. Brian continued thrusting into me, his glistening cock reappearing for a split instant before disappearing back inside my tight pussy.
Greg took one hand away from my breast and began rubbing his own cock through his pants, and a moment later he’d slid his zipper down just like Brian had and was pulling his cock out. He began stroking himself up and down while continuing to fondle my breast on one side.
Then, when Brian pulled almost all of the way out of me between thrusts again, Greg pushed him aside. He pushed two fingers roughly into me and coated them with my juices. Then he let Brian take his place again and began stroking himself with the lubrication from my pussy.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to this man in the past, and now he was pushing deep inside my most private areas, covering himself in my juices and using it to lubricate his cock.
Yet what surprised me most of all was how through the embarrassment, I loved it. The feeling in my pussy only grew as Greg joined in, and I decided that I liked being used very much. Part of me hoped he would continue to take what he wanted. The other part of me was shocked I’d ever think such a thing.
Who was this girl who was fucking her boss in the middle of the office while a stranger watched on and reached into her wet cunt? It sure wasn’t me. I was practically a virgin. But I was discovering that I loved being a whore.
Brian pulled all the way out of me then and set me back down on the floor on my knees. This time there were two cocks in front of my face, and I licked Brian’s soaking wet cock first, then tentatively moved over to Greg’s.
I sucked in a breath. Was this really happening? Could I really do this?
I could. I reached out my tongue and very tentatively touched the tip of his cock, feeling how hard he was. A drop of precum came with me when I pulled back away from him. I leaned forward again, and this time took the whole tip of his cock into my mouth, then moved into him, taking more and more of him.
Soon I was sucking on Greg’s cock like it was Brian’s. I moved back and forth between them, noticing the slight differences in taste. I loved how they both tasted, and I loved how they both felt, a little different in my mouth. I loved servicing them from here on the floor, down below.
Then Brian pulled me to my feet again and pushed me over the desk so that my feet were still on the floor and my ass was sticking out toward him. He spread my ass cheeks apart and plunged inside. I felt my body being pushed forward and rocked back as he fucked me at a steady pace. This was so fucking dirty, so wrong. So delicious.
Greg moved around to the other side of the desk. My desk was smaller than Brian’s, and so while my breasts were pressed into the hard wood, my head was hanging off the other side. Greg stood in front of me and pushed his cock between my lips.
The two of them took me, controlled me completely, and I let them. I was their toy, their doll, their slave. Greg fucked my mouth while Brian fucked my pussy, and I felt completely used up, like the biggest slut on the planet. It felt amazing and yet so shameful, but the shame only fueled my fire.
Then I heard Brian groan and slow his pace. “I’m coming,” he said. “I’m going to fill you up.”
“Please,” I begged. “Fill me up.” And while Greg continued to pound into my mouth, Brian poured his cum deep inside my tight, unprotected pussy. Pulse after pulse of it filled me, until I thought I could take no more, until it seemed like he must have exhausted his supply. Yet still he poured his cream into me. I could feel it spilling out of me, dripping down my leg and onto the floor.
Finally he pulled out, and another drip of cum left my body. “What a good slut she is,” Greg told Brian, not even bothering to address me, and the lack of respect only turned me on more. I wanted to come, and now I didn’t care at all who gave me the orgasm. I needed cock.
Greg moved around the back of me, replacing Brian’s body against my ass. Then he slid his thick, hard cock into my pussy, covering himself with Brian’s cream. I moaned and spread my legs wider. Fuck, he felt so good.
Greg was wet from my mouth, and easily slid inside of me and began moving. He thrust in and out, and I noted how his rhythm was different from Brian’s. It made me wonder whether ever in my life I’d be satisfied with a single cock again. I loved the variety.
He pushed into me and moved faster and faster against me, and my body pressed up harder against the desk. Brian stood back and watched at Greg pounded my pussy with his bare cock.
Soon I felt the pleasure grow inside of me, and I began moaning, almost uncontrollably. “Are you going to come?” Greg asked, sounding proud of his skill.
“I’m going to come,” I said. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me, please.”
And he did, pushing so deep into me and spread me so far open that I thought I was going to split in two. My pussy felt like it was taking a huge, deep breath, and then the first pulse of my orgasm rang out through every cell in my body. I could feel it radiating out from my center, and I moaned and thrashed beneath him, my pussy spasming hard on his cock.
The spasms sent him over the edge too, and a moment later I felt Greg tense up. “Can I fill her up?” he asked Brian, and even through my orgasm I saw Brian nod at him. “Give it to her,” he said.
Then Greg unleashed his cum inside of my already full cunt, as I throbbed and pulsed around him. I could feel him spraying me full of his cream, and I loved the sensation. I was a full-fledged slut now, and it was amazing.
For what felt like an eternity Greg poured himself into me while I pulsed around him, accepting his cum. But then our bodies calmed down, started to still. He pulled out of me, and I collapsed against the desk, every muscle in my body going slack with exhaustion.
But there was no time to waste. At just that moment, as Greg and Brian were putting their cocks back into their slacks, I heard laughter coming from the parking lot. There were no windows out to the lot from this room, but I knew what was happening: Our coworkers were back from lunch.
I raced to pick up my undergarments, considering running to the bathroom but instead deciding to throw my clothes on without even bothering with panties and bra. It would take too long. I pulled my pants on and then my top, grateful that it had ruffles that hid my hard nipples.
Brian unlocked the door only a moment before my coworkers began pouring through it, and I stuffed my panties and bra into my desk.
They were laughing and seemed to have had a great time at lunch, but I was no longer jealous. I had had a great time staying in the office, and now I knew with certainty that my job was safe. If Greg told, his job would be on the line too, and same with Brian. And we were the only ones who knew.
My heart was still pounding when Brian came up to my desk, discreetly wiping away the impression of my pussy at the edge of it. “Great work today, Nina,” he said, putting on his professional voice. “Sorry you had to miss lunch. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and take yourself out to lunch?” He handed me a twenty.