Maggie's Boring Temp Job Ch 2

In the weeks to come, I would like to say the job got better, and that I loved it so much I hoped they would ask me to stay forever. Sadly, that wasn’t the case, it was like an ultimate test of patience. Every day was more boring than the last, some days I was literally sitting around and doing nothing while counting down the minutes for 6 o’clock to roll around. Constantly reminding myself that I was getting paid and every cent went towards my tuition. The only other thing that made it worth it was my after-work activities that let me blow off steam.

After the second time I had tried it and almost getting caught by the head of the company, I managed to learn a few tricks to make it at least, a little safer. I would excuse myself to the bathroom as everyone was leaving and hide in there until the office was empty. The bathroom was right next to the boss’ office so with it being so quiet, I was able to hear when he left as well. Then when I knew for sure that the place was empty, the fun began. I would make my way back to my desk and strip off all of my clothes, leaving them in the drawer.

I wasn’t sure exactly why I started to do that, a part of me thought it was just safer in case someone walked in and they weren’t just scattered all over the floor in sight, a giant neon sign saying there was obviously a naked girl somewhere in the building. Another part of me thought it would be harder to get to and maybe I wanted to get caught by someone coming back, roaming around the office and I didn’t have my clothes around me to get dressed quickly again. That they would probably catch me in some compromising position, sitting or lying somewhere as I was masturbating about to cum, exposed like the inner slut I am, unable to hide.

The temp job was only supposed to be a month-long but ended up getting extended a second and, in that time, I had managed to masturbate at almost every desk and in every room in the whole office before it was up. I had gotten so confident and comfortable in the office after hours that getting naked almost felt natural at the end of the day. As you can imagine the guy who had me make copies the first week was my first stop. It was a special experience I set up just to experience it better in my head. That day I wore a black skirt that my mother had gotten me along with that blouse I wore the first time we had met. After everyone had gone for the day and the office was empty, I took off both my bra and panties leaving it in my desk, and made my way over to his.

I could only imagine him sitting there doing his work, filling out paperwork for whatever it was he filled paper work out for. Sadly, I only ever made copies and never really took the time to see what I was actually copying.

“Hey there, I saw you stayed late to do some work,” talking to him like he was actually there.

“Yeah, just had to do some extra paperwork I forgot about and it’s due by tomorrow, guess I was just distracted.”

“Distracted, what got you so distracted.”

“Oh, just some arguments with the wife, and things have been kind of cold at home, not sure why I’m telling you this though. Such a young pretty girl like yourself probably doesn’t want to hear about boring old people stuff.”

I sat down on the corner of his desk, my skirt riding up as I did, high enough to make me blush even though he wasn’t actually there. I could feel my body starting to react though from the embarrassment, no one had ever seen me trying to be girly, and to be honest, I was pretty bad at flirting, so I could only imagine how terrible this could have been in real life.

“That’s too bad, I mean we all have, needs,” I bit my lip, trying to act seductive as I said the word needs, “I could only imagine how distracting that could be,” looking down at his lap.

I imagined his expression when our eyes met as I fidgeted with the top button of my blouse, my skirt slowly crawling up my thigh as I leaned back a little, sitting further onto his desk. My nipples getting hard and probably easily seen poking through my thin blouse and if he had actually been there, could probably smell my arousal from under my skirt, but I felt I wasn’t the only one getting aroused. Over the weekend that came after our first encounter, I would picture his hard cock constantly while masturbating in bed, and right there in front of me I could see it starting to grow in his pants. I slipped off my shoes and brought my right foot up to his seat, right between his legs.

My body still turned away enough that my leg was covering my bare pussy, but still with all that skin now revealed of my leg and my skirt so high up, it felt like I was practically bottomless. I lifted my foot up resting it on his leg, slightly teasing the imaginary man sitting in front of me, guiding my tiny toes up his thigh until I felt the hardness that I had been dreaming about for days, and I guess still dreaming about now. But if I closed my eyes and really focused, I could feel it, the rough cotton-polyester blend of his dress pants under my toes, the feeling of his cock under my foot, hard, warm, and throbbing as I ran the ball of my foot over it slightly pressing down as I did.

“I, I don’t know about this, I’m twice your age,” was the first objection I could think of him saying.

“That’s ok, I like someone with more,” I pressed the whole bottom of my foot against his crotch, “experience,” I undid a few buttons on my blouse and watched his eyes glance towards the cleavage being slowly exposed that was once innocently hidden behind a conservative cotton top.

“I’m married though, and you probably want someone your age,” I saw his eyes go wide as my foot that was once on his hard cock was now on the left armrest next to him, followed by my other foot now on his right. My legs spread, knees at the height of his shoulders, skirt hiked up to my waist and his eyes down between my spread thighs.

I undid the last of the buttons of my blouse, and let it slip off of my shoulders and down my arms onto his desk, “remember, I’m here to help and give all the employees exactly what they need,” I pushed back on his chair giving me some room to stand and undo the clasp and zipper of the skirt to let it fall to the ground, now completely naked inches in front of him.

Before the shock could wear off, I bent over and began undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down to his knees, revealing a long hard cock with a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair around it. I didn’t expect a man of his age to still trim down there, but I was happy that he did. I could see he was about to say something and I knew I couldn’t let the big head do any thinking.

“We could get, oh god,” before he could finish that thought I had his cock in my mouth and pushing down my throat as deep as it could go, gripping the base tightly with my hands.

I looked up into his eyes and saw a mixture of pleasure, along with fear and a pinch of guilt. His hands made their way to my shoulders feeling like he was just trying to lift me up off of his cock but as he did, I sucked really hard and let my teeth lightly trace the skin of his shaft causing a loud moan to escape from his lips. His fear was adorable, in this empty office that no one was coming back to, he bit on his knuckle to stop making so much noise thinking someone was going to hear him, his other hand grasping an armrest for dear life. As far as I know in real life, I’m the worse cock sucker ever, but in my head, I’m a blow job master and I begin bobbing my head up and down on his cock, sucking and licking while my hands stroke it in front of my mouth, the sounds of slurping echoing while I hold nothing back.

“Holy shit,” comes out of his mouth as a few times I would run the tip of my tongue over the slit of his cock and try to push just a little bit of the tip in, sending shocks of pleasure through his body, causing him to arch his back pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

I could tell he was on the verge of cumming, maybe his wife had really been neglecting him so much that he was this sensitive or maybe I was just that good. But I didn’t want him to cum right away, I wanted to toy with him, and so I slowed down, taking long slow sucks of his cock while gently licking it.

“Please,” I heard him say.

I gripped his cock with my right hand letting it leave my mouth and looked up at him, “Please what?”

“Please, I’m going to cum, please make me cum, I’ll do anything.”

I sat back down on his desk and watched him, “strip.”

The thought made me smile, I had never been the dominate type before, but for some reason, at this moment, it’s what I really wanted. I watched as he stood up, undoing his tie and putting it on the desk next to me, unbuttoning and taking off his shirt, taking off his shoes and socks and then finally his pants and boxers, standing there, naked, defeated.

I spread my legs and looked into his eyes, “my turn now, on your knees.”

He slowly got down on the floor, holding on to the desk to help him down, I put my legs over his shoulders, and without looking away from my eyes he began to kiss and nibble on my thighs, moving his way slowly to my hot, wet, pussy. The feeling of the tip of his tongue finally finding my pussy felt like touching a hot wire or at least that’s what I believed. While I imagined all of this going on, I was really sitting on his desk, masturbating with one of his favorite pens. A rounded, heavy, silver pen that I imagined was a gift from his wife that I would see him always nibbling on at the corner of his mouth while filling out paperwork. The idea that tomorrow he would probably be doing it again without knowing where it was had me turned on so much, while still picturing him naked on his knees licking my pussy.

The thought of him being my little sex slave had me so turned on that once the pen was wet enough, I started pressing it into my ass, something I had never done before, and went back to rubbing my clit with it inside me. I let go of the pen, gripping it tightly by tensing my asshole alone, the feeling of not letting it drop while touching myself and playing with my nipples made masturbating even more intense.

I looked back down at my slave, “are you, mmmm, enjoying, ah, yourself.”

He looked up at me, his face covered with my juices, “yes, ma’am.”

I liked the sound of him calling me ma’am, something about controlling an older man got me just that much wetter, “taste good?”

“You taste so sweet; I could do this for hours.”

“Better than your wife?”

He looked at me in shock, not knowing what to say and immediately delved back in, eating me for all that he was worth. I didn’t know what was turning me on more, controlling this older man, that I seduced him into cheating on his wife, or the reality of him touching this pen tomorrow that was inside both my pussy and ass. The thought of him tasting me sent me over the edge making me cum so hard causing me to push the pen out of my ass, thumping on the ground. Out of fear of knocking something over on the desk I slumped to the floor, now a hot mess.

In my head, I imagined gushing all over his face as I wrapped my legs around his head, holding his mouth tightly against my pussy until he finally looks up at me and asks, “can I cum now?”

“Maybe next time.”

Whenever one of the guys at the office would actually talk to me, maybe help me out, or show me any attention, I would have one of these sessions after work at their desk. Not always finding something to play with, but in my head, only if they were lucky I would. Sometimes I would imagine some of the women as well, seducing these conservative, traditional women into their first lesbian experience. Getting them so turned on that they would do anything to have me finish eating their pussies, even admitting how much they liked it now. It took me a while to get the guts to finally do it in my boss’ office though. When I did, the fantasy in my mind while masturbating in there was much different.

He may have been much older, old enough to be my father, but he was the boss, and there was no way I was going to be able to dominate him. One day after work, getting the courage to enter his office, I imagined that after getting completely naked, sitting in his chair, touching myself that he had come back in and caught me. Standing over me as I was massaging my breasts and rubbing my clit, eyes closed focusing on nothing but the pleasure I was experiencing and just as I was about to cum, there he was, standing over me with a stern look on his face.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry sir, this isn’t what it looks like,” I said trying to cover myself up, crossing my legs, arms over my breasts.

“It looks like our new temp secretary is a bit of sinful pervert in my opinion.”

“Please sir, I don’t know what I was thinking, I swear this will never happen again, please don’t fire me.”

“Fire you? Such a great find like this, but maybe, I should let your parents know.”

Being fired would have been bad enough, but my parents finding out. They would throw me out, disown me, never speak to me ever again and I couldn’t let that happen, “please, I promise to be good, don’t tell my parents.”

“First, we’ll have to punish you, you were a bad girl after all,” his eyes scanning over my body as he said that, causing me to blush and hug my nakedness tighter in some attempt to save some modesty.

“Stand up!” his stern voice shocking me as I jumped to my feet, putting an arm over my bare breasts and my exposed, embarrassingly wet pussy.

I could feel it still dripping, I had been masturbating so long before he had walked in and was just about to cum when I had been abruptly interrupted finally noticing him standing over me, or maybe it was the exposure and embarrassment that was still fueling my arousal, the thought making me blush. He slowly moved the chair away from me and I could only imagine what he was looking at, it was like I could feel his eyes drawing a line down my back and burning my ass cheeks red. A finger of my hand covering my pussy slipped between my lips and touched my clit without thought causing a small, quiet moan to escape my lips.

But it was just loud enough for him to hear, “hands by your side, you obviously don’t understand your sins.”

It was hard, it took all my will to pull my hands away from my body, because of both my desire to pleasure myself and a need to keep my modesty. Eventually, my arms hung at the sides of my body as I stood completely exposed in front of my once formerly kind boss. I kept my head down as I stared at his desk as he circled around me, like a predator circling its prey. I was blushing so hard that my face and chest burned bright red.

“Bend over,” he said from behind me.

“Sir, please, you can’t do this, it’s too much.”

“Ms. Hill, I hope you know the real reason you got this job,” I looked back at him confused at his comment, “your mother called and explained that you were hoping to pay for school yourself, and I still have her number because she asked for updates on how your performance was.”

“Maybe I should call her up,” before he could finish, I bent over the desk, knowing I had no other choice, I then felt him stand behind me and with his foot spread my legs wider apart, “now ask to be punished and redeem yourself.”

I didn’t know what he wanted me to say, if I said something too dirty it would just make things worse. My mind was a mix of emotions, I was so overwhelmed that it was hard to think straight. I shook because of how much the exposure was turning me on and my body felt like it was on fire, my nipples were sensitive as they touched the coldness of his desk and my heart was beating so hard, I could hear it thumping in my ears.

“Please sir, I’ve done sinful things and deserve to be punished, will you please punish me so that I can become better,” I heard the words but had no idea where they had come from, it was like someone else was speaking through me.

I felt his hand on my back, the warmth of his skin felt like it was searing into me and it felt good, “that’s a good girl, now this won’t be pleasant, but it needs to happen,” I heard him undo his belt, followed by the sound of it being slipped from his pants, “now we are going to find the truth and it’ll stop, once we do.”

SMACK! His belt came down hard on my bare butt, the sting was unlike anything I had ever felt before. To feel the pain of the spankings as I fantasized about them, I took the ruler I found on his desk, bent over, and hit myself hard with it, hard enough to make me actually tear up.

“Why were you doing something so dirty Ms. Hill?”

“I don’t know,” I couldn’t bring myself to admit the truth.

SMACK! His belt came down harder than the first time, the sound of it echoing off of the walls and through the office, causing me to cry out in pain.

“Lying just makes things worse Ms. Hill, how long have you been doing this?”

“This is the first time, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I cried out, afraid of the next hit.

He put his hand down on my back to reach for his phone, I heard him press the speakerphone button and a dial tone noise sounded, “either you start telling me the truth little girl, or I’m going to have to call your mother.”

“Please don’t, I’ll tell you anything you want, just please don’t call my mom,” I pleaded with him, my cheek and chest smushed on his desk under the weight of his hand.

“How long have you been doing this,” he asked again, the seriousness of his voice apparent.

“Since the first week, I had been working here, ouch!” he smacked my ass, this time with just his hand, it didn’t hurt as much as the belt but between the previous swats it still hurt very much, “I told you the truth!”

“You did, that doesn’t mean what you did wasn’t wrong though and needed to be punished,” his hand now gently rubbing my ass, “why did you do it?”

His hand acted very different now, it almost felt soothing the way he was caressing my tender cheek under his palm, the pain now starting to subside a little, leaving a dull reminder.

“I was bored and,” I could feel his fingers start to knead into my skin, his right hand into my sore ass and his left into my back, but even worse, being so honest was starting to turn me on even more, “mmmm, I was getting really horny and couldn’t take it anymore Sir.”

SMACK! The feeling of his hand slapping my ass hurt, but it was turning me on now, even more, causing my body to shiver all over in pleasure and I worried that he could feel it with the hand that was on my back.

He began touching my butt again, caressing it and soothing the pain away with the tips of his fingers and warm smooth palm, “you seemed pretty comfortable in my chair, how often have you been doing this?”

“Only a few times,” he started pinching and pulling on my poor abused ass cheek, “Ouch! Please that hurts!” I pleaded for him to stop but knew he wasn’t going to until he got the answer he wanted to hear, “every day after work!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spankings kept coming over and over again, the pain was excruciating but at the same time, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sounds echoed through the building and my once whimpers and cries from the pain turned into moans of pleasure. SMACK! SMACK! I could feel my juices slowly trickling down the insides of my thighs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My eyes were rolling back into my head, my back arched, my mouth opened wide as I felt an orgasm erupt deep inside of me causing all the muscles in my body to tense, my hands balled up into fists wishing they could grasp something, my toes digging into the carpet underneath me.

“You came, from being spanked, what a little slut I hired,” he let go of my back and stepped backward, my body went limp, my muscles spent and once he removed his hand from my back, my body had slumped to the floor, the speakerphone now an angry beeping sound before it was hung up.

I looked up to see the once composed man spanking me, red-faced and breathing hard. The phone started to ring and I got very worried that it was my mother calling, I watched as my boss sat in his chair and scooted himself in forcing me under his desk.

“Duncan here,” were the only words I could really hear, everything else being muffled by the desk over my head.

The only view I had was of my boss’ lap and as the conversation went on, I watched him undo his pants and pull out a surprisingly hard, average sized cock. I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, but then his hand reached under the desk, found the back of my head and pulled me towards him. I let him, deep down I wanted this and I opened my mouth in anticipation as he reached his other hand down-pointing his penis right at my mouth. I’d like to say that it was fast, that he was so turned on that he came in a few minutes into my mouth, but that wasn’t the case.

In real life I went from bending over his desk, previously spanking my poor ass raw and touching myself while imagining it, to sitting under his desk to add to the realness of my fantasy. I sat there, my bare red ass on the carpet, legs spreads, rubbing my clit and massaging my sensitive nipples as I closed my eyes and focused on worshipping my boss’ penis. The feeling was so good that I wanted it to last, so every time I got close, I would stop until I caught my breath and start again. I did this often when I wrote, an incentive to finish. But in this case, I was more focused on building up my orgasm to an explosive finish, because for such a special place and fantasy, deserved an appropriate orgasm. For the next hour or so, I masturbated to my heart’s content, got myself close, stopped, and repeated, all while picturing licking, sucking, and kissing my boss’ cock.

Although I soon realized, I couldn’t get myself off in my boss’ office though, I was too worried that I was going to make another visible stain like the first I had made in the main area. I imagined my boss pulling back, surprising me because he had yet to cum, and helping me out from under his desk back to a standing position. From all the edging, I felt so light-headed that it took me a second to get my balance.

“After such a long meeting, I need some coffee,” he said while grabbing my ass and guiding me to the break room.

He stood me down in front of the breakroom table and bent me over on it, “and tonight some dessert to go with it.”

I started to touch myself again, I wanted to orgasm the second his cock went inside of me. He took his time though, measuring out the grounds, putting water into the machine, and waiting for it to start to percolate. I don’t know why the mundane action turned me on so much, maybe it was because he was acting so normal as a 19-year-old girl was naked, bent over a table waiting to be used some more. With almost an indifferent demeanor, he stood behind me, coffee cup in hand, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock once again. He took the tip and started rubbing it up and down my slit causing me to wiggle my ass and push back wishing he would put it inside me.

“Please sir, dessert time?” was the only begging I could come up with as I started pushing my own fingers inside of me wishing they really were his cock.

I was so close to cumming when I heard the front door of the office slam open and I jumped up to my feet scared. The blood rushing to my head nearly making me faint, but I managed to run to one of the cupboards and pull out a large box filled with coffee bags onto the floor, just enough room for me to get in there and close the door to hide. Even being as small as I am, I was cramped, unable to move, trapped in a fetal position, I was in a really bad spot. If someone decided to open the cupboard I was in, my pussy would be on complete display and I would have a really hard time getting out and making a run for it. Whoever found me would have me at their mercy.

I could hear the sounds of vacuums and furniture being moved around, if I had to guess it was some kind of cleaning crew, but I really had no idea who they were. I had been here so many nights and never seen anyone come to clean the office before. All I could do was wait, uncomfortably, and pray. My mind and hands had other ideas though and wouldn’t stand for the bored darkness I had put myself in. I was so closing to cumming and needed the release so badly.

I tried to imagine myself back on the table with my boss behind me, but he was no longer the subject of interest. I heard mops in the breakroom, washing the tile floor, or was that in my head. Between the adrenaline coursing through my body, all this time of teasing and edging myself, and fear of being caught, I could have been hallucinating it. My hands started teasing my pussy as I pictured what I looked like, hidden in the cupboard, my right hand rubbing my clit as my left rubbed up and down my slit, my hard sensitive nipples brushing the front of my legs. I was getting oh so close again and my pussy was drenched with excitement as I bit my lip trying to keep quiet.

I tried to readjust my position, putting weight on my feet and leaning forward to get more access to my dripping hole when my right foot slipped and kicked out from beneath me popping the door hiding me wide open. There stood 4 men in cleaning uniforms with a shocked look on their faces which turned into evil grins.

“Hey chica, how about we help you out of there, you look a little stuck,” one of the guys commented, giggling as he said it.

I put my hands over my breasts and pussy and tried to make my way out but having very little luck, “please, I’m just going to go home, pretend you didn’t see anything.”

“But we saw everything and what kind of a nice guy would I be to leave a girl in such, distress,” he patted two of the guys on the back, “let’s help her out boys.”

One of the guys grabbed my free leg while the other reached in and grabbed my arms as they both pulled and lifted me out of the cupboard. Once free I was grabbed at the waist by one of them and swung over their shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

“Please, guys I just want to go home now, we can keep this a secret, I promise I’ll never do this again, it was a really bad idea.”

“That’s fine chica, we’ll let you go home, if we’re satisfied, you help us out, and we’ll help you out.”

“How am I going to help you?”

He was walking me to my boss’ desk and I had a feeling I knew exactly where this was going and after all the teasing and torturing I put my own mind and body through, I wanted it, no, needed it. Once in there, they cleared off all the papers and equipment that were once on the desk neatly onto the floor and then the guy holding me sat me down on it.

I spread my legs, leaned back with my hands on the desk, and meekly said, “so what now?”

I was pulled off of the desk and onto my knees as four cocks were pulled out of their once confining work pants and displayed in front of my waiting mouth. I quickly learned though that they didn’t want a participant, they wanted a toy to be used, an object to take their sexual frustration out on and I just happened to be at the wrong place at the right time. Hands grabbed at my head pulling me from one cock to another, my mouth open as it was quickly replaced over and over again by the cocks in the room, each having a few minutes to fuck my face and pass me on, not even cumming, just using me to get their cocks hard and wet.

Clothes quickly were taken off and thrown to the floor as I caught my breath, my jaw, and throat sore from the cleaning crew’s rough usage. It took me a moment to get my bearings as I was practically spun around from cock to cock. I was stood up and lifted, my legs brought around the man who had now picked me up. His lips found mine as he kissed me deeply, his tongue darting inside of my mouth clumsily as my legs tightened around him. I felt him lift me up higher and one of his hands leave my back, reaching down between us, and grasping his cock. I felt the tip of it graze the front of my pussy and for a second I felt fearful again.

“Please, I never had one, I’m a virgin, I don’t know if I can,” he stopped me by putting his mouth back on mine, smothering me with his lips as he lowered me onto his thick, hard, long cock.

The way it felt as it entered me may have well been a large hot spike from the pain. I tried to hold myself up and away, but I was betrayed by gravity and my own helplessness as I was slowly lowered onto his penis until I felt like he could go no further. I was full and to my fear looking down, there was still a portion that hadn’t gone inside me yet. It hurt and I couldn’t imagine the rest of that monster joining the rest without breaking me apart, but I soon learned that wasn’t going to be my biggest worry. I was slowly carried back to the desk where I thought he was going to lay me down, but as he lowered me, I felt hands grasp my ass. Followed by a wet finger circling my asshole then trying to make its way inside of me.

“Oh god, please take it out, it’s dirty, I’ve never had anything in there before, it hurts,” tears were almost welling up in my eyes, between the first cock inside my once pure pussy and now a finger being pushed into my ass.

“It’s ok chica, he’s just trying to help,” the guy holding me said, his cock throbbing inside of me as he talked, obviously my pleas turning him on.

I felt the tip of a cock behind me pressing at my asshole and both men lowered and guided me onto this next invading meat spike. It was even more painful than the first and felt even bigger, although it may have just been the tightness of my asshole and already having one cock inside of me that made it feel that much bigger. After a few attempts they started to realize they needed a little something extra to help get it in. One of the guys left and made his way back from the breakroom with some vegetable oil and it was smeared roughly all over and inside my ass and rubbed on the man’s cock behind me. It was cold and felt slimy but I guess I should have been thankful that he didn’t just try shoving it in and tearing me apart.

Again, the attempt was made, this time much easier, it still hurt, but it slid in more smoothly as both my weight and the force of two grown men got it to go inside of me. In my head, I could almost feel both of their dicks throbbing and rubbing together inside. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take but then hands grabbed onto my waist, followed by a hand on my shoulder as I was pushed down, their cocks going deeper inside of me. I bit my lip to try not to scream, my eyes scrunched tight from the stretching as I prayed, they didn’t break me.

It was probably only seconds but felt like an eternity as I finally felt pubic hair touch my mound and ass, they were now both fully inside of me. We stayed like that for a little while, they probably wanted me to get used to that feeling and fullness or they were just savoring being the first. When I finally did open my eyes, my head was turned right to see a cock waiting for me, one of the men had climbed onto the desk and on his knees was just the right height to have his dick in my face. I opened my mouth, knowing I had no other choice as he shoved his cock in and as deep as it would go down my throat, all three of my holes now filled.

The cock in my pussy was the first to start, pulling out and then thrusting back in, his thrusts causing the man in my ass to move around and start thrusting in and out as well, and liked a well-oiled machine as one pulled out the other thrust in. In contrast the man in my mouth kept still, just enjoying the feeling of my moans on his cock, wait, I was moaning?

“Mmmm, oooh, mmmm,” I couldn’t believe it, I was actually moaning, all of the pain had turned into pleasure and I was enjoying it.

“That’s a good chica, see, if you make us feel good, we’ll make you feel good.”

I grabbed the cock in my right hand and began taking part in all of this, stroking it as I bobbed my head up and down on its length. Someone took my left hand and brought it up to the final penis in the room, someone that I had completely forgotten about until now. I turned to my left to find it in position as I started to suck on the once-neglected penis, doing my best to keep stroking the one in my right hand, but trying to stay focused between four men while bouncing up and down on two cocks and turning my head back and forth between the other two and stroking, was extremely taxing. But it wasn’t long before the first came, the man who had taken my pussy without warning shot his load deep inside me.

“Oh god, you came inside me, you, oh god, oh my god! I’m cumming!” the shock of what he just did and the feeling of his hot seed inside of me sent me over the edge, followed by the guy in my ass depositing his burning load, my whole body tensed and jerked as an orgasm unlike I had ever felt before came crashing over me as the men to my sides started spraying my face and chest covering me in cum.

Picturing the cocks inside my pussy and ass, the ones gripped by my hands and all cumming at the same time in and on me throwing me into waves of pleasure, multiplied my orgasm by leaps and bounds until I finally just blacked out. I woke up, back in the cupboard, confused, did that all happen or was it just in my head? I pushed against the door but it was stuck, it seems whoever had cleaned the breakroom had pushed the box of coffee in front of it. I leaned back and with both legs pushed against the door, opening in it. My legs were so stiff having been in there for god knows how long. But I knew I needed to get dressed and leave before there were any other surprises. Once I figured out I weas alone again, I had gone to my desk to retrieve my clothes, I threw them on really quick, grabbed my bag, and made my way to my car. There were no signs of anyone else in the parking lot, no cleaner van or my boss’ car, it was completely empty except for mine.

When I finally got home to a very angry mother, asking me why I was out so late. I explained that on my way out, my boss asked that I stay and explained he had a last-minute phone meeting from someone in a different time zone and needed me there to help take notes on the call, an obvious lie, well it happened in my head anyway. After smoothing everything over and an understanding that next time if I knew I was going to be home so late to call her and let her know. I then headed for my room as I did my usual routine of undressing and taking a soothing hot shower.

While I let the water relax my body, I replayed everything in my mind, enjoying it once more in the safety of my bathroom, but something had occurred to me that hadn’t before. Someone moved the box right next to the cupboard, someone was mere inches away from me and could have easily discovered me if they had put the box back. I could feel myself start to panic, almost as if I had been caught, although I knew I didn’t. The idea of someone being that close to me, while I was naked and touching myself and almost catching me got me so turned on that I started rubbing my pussy right there without a second thought. It was like a sudden dire need for release before I exploded from trying to contain it. My back was up against the wall, I was breathing erratically as my fingers furiously rubbed trying to get myself off.

I knew that I had just tight-roped the edge of a dangerous line and almost got into big trouble. The reality would have probably been my boss finding out, me getting fired and that was the best-case scenario. But, in my head, the embarrassment, exposure, and humiliation while being at the mercy of someone else fueled my arousal to new heights. Those thoughts, while masturbating in the shower gave me an orgasm so powerful that I had to put a hand over my mouth so everyone else in the house didn't hear me scream as I came. Leaning against the wall of the shower, completely spent, hair in my face, a hot wet mess, I knew I wanted more, I needed more, but I didn’t know how I was going to experience it. I did know being my last week at this job, it wasn’t going to be there.

I guess I’ll just have to figure that out