Co-workers - Chapter 5 - "While the Boss is Away"

It has been a couple of weeks since you took me into the bathroom stall.

You did it a couple of times. Once in the middle of the day, and then at the end of the day. Both times were fun. The end of the day one felt just as risky as the mid-day encounter, because so many people came in to quickly use the facilities before driving home.

It was exciting and you seemed so close to getting caught. I convinced you to follow me into the Men’s room another day. The handicapped stall was the same size, but you noticed the row of urinals that you passed to get to the stalls. You mentally calculated how many people could use the facility at the same time while you both occupied the last stall. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as you imagined four of our coworkers, standing with their flaccid pricks in their hands, and two more sitting on the porcelain thrones, as you are in the last one having your pussy licked, or riding my hard cock.

But that was a couple of weeks ago. I said that if we held off, I would find another place to try it that is completely unexpected. You agreed, but during the work week you alternated days from dressing boringly professional, to daringly casual, depending on your mood. On the days that you wore your most professional slacks, or long skirts and tops, you wore very sexy underwear underneath to hint at and tease me with. On the daringly casual days, you wore boring, almost athletic underwear, which seemed to tease and frustrate me too.

Mid-week I send you a DM “I have a plan for tomorrow afternoon. I think it will meet all of your expectations.” 

You respond. “Should I make things convenient, or complicated?”

After a few moments I type “Convenient. Time will be a factor.”

“Understood. Do you want to give me a hint?”

“No. Any hint will spoil the surprise.”

Right before lunch you walk over to my desk, your summer dress is almost see-through in the right light. “Do you want to have lunch with me?” you ask, sliding the hem of your skirt up a bit, showing your pantyhose covered leg.

I’m working on my latest project, focusing on the screen. I stop, glance at your leg, then look up at you. “I can’t have lunch with you today. The boss is still on his business trip all week, so I have to have this done and on his desk by Friday.”

You look around to make sure that no one is watching, lean forward, exaggerating your cleavage. “Are you sure I don’t have anything that you want?” You almost wish you were wearing a sexier bra instead of the sports bra.

I look into your eyes, giving you that little smile that you like so much. “I wish I could take you up on your offer, but I’m busy. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow afternoon.”

You straighten up, “So not even after-work tonight?”

I shake my head. “Not this time. But tomorrow will be special and unexpected.”

You let me focus on what I’m doing. You were hoping for a quickie or at least getting your pussy licked. But now you are curious what I have in mind for tomorrow.

You grab lunch at the snack bar, and as you do you look at all of the places you haven’t tried. Elevators, but they are way to unpredictable. The education center and library, but it’s too open, and the desks are too small. “He said something different and exciting, so it won’t be a stairway, bathroom, or conference room.” You mutter to yourself.

Joan sees you sitting alone. “No lunch partner today?” she asks.

You shake your head and motion to an empty seat. “He’s busy working on whatever the boss left him.”

Joan sets down her soda, and veggie wrap. “I thought it might be something like that. On Monday when the assignments were given, I noticed you were given separate tasks.”

You really hadn’t given it much thought. Tasks are assigned to who can best complete them whether jointly or separately. You take a bite of your sandwich. After you swallow you ask her, “When is yours’ due? Mine isn’t until later in the month.”

She wipes her mouth with a napkin. “Same here.”

“So why is his due by Friday?” you ask almost to yourself. You continue chatting about it and then change the subject, “So how are things with you and your family?”

The rest of lunch is spent listening to Joan talk about her husband, kids, and pets. You think to yourself “I’m not ready for that kind of life.”

When you both finish, she says with a friendly smile, “We should chat like this more often.”

You give her a non-committal response. You tell her you want to walk around the building for a moment, to stretch your legs. You spend a few more minutes walking around and thinking of all the places that you could have sex, but nothing really jumps out at you as the obvious answer.

You try to tease me in the afternoon, but I’m really focused on my work. At one point you come over, grab a nearby chair and sit next to me. “Is there anything I can help with?”

You slowly rub your leg against my pant leg.

I release the mouse and place my hand on your knee. “I really wish there was. I really need to finish this. Tomorrow, I promise I will make it up with something really special.” I then go back to the document I’m editing. It looks like a new contract proposal, but for a company you aren’t familiar with.

You sigh, roll the chair back along the wall, and go back to your desk. Joan looks over to you. “So what’s he working on?”

“Some new contract proposal.” You say, returning to your assignment. Joan nods and goes back to her spreadsheet.

At quitting time, everyone is logging off, except me. You walk over. “It’s quitting time. Do you wanna go get a drink or something?”

I look at my watch. “I wish I could. I’ve got more to do, including a conference call in another 30 minutes.” I stand up, look around to make sure no one is still around, and I give you a quick kiss. “Get yourself some dinner. Tomorrow wear something sexy and simple. I’ll do my best to make it up to you.”

I pull up a message with the call information, and put on my headset.

Once you are home, you look in your closet. You pull out a simple skirt that goes below the knees, and a plain blouse. Simple and easy access. You also lay out your lacy yellow half-cup bra and crotchless panties. I liked the black set so much I had bought you more, in red, light blue, dark blue, and yellow. Trying to get colors that went well with your outfits.

The next morning, you feel sexy walking into the building. You are wearing your calf high boots, which you know turn me on. I’m already in the office. I have on different clothes so I didn’t work all night.

Walking slowly and seductively towards me, you ask, “So when do I get my surprise?”

I look around and quietly respond, “At the end of the day, when everyone is gone. I’m almost done.” You watch me assemble a large report with spreadsheets and data charts.

All day you try not to think about it, but you have a nervous energy, trying to focus on work but also wondering where we are going to go. When the day ends, you power down your computer and gather your purse. Joan is also leaving. She looks at you, then glances towards me and whispers “Good luck.” You give her a quick smile. You aren’t sure if she knows what I have planned or if she just thinks you are taking me out on a date. Either way, it gives you a little tingle of anticipation, knowing that Joan might know, and could even come back and catch you.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice me coming up behind you. A large binder under my arm. “Are you ready?” I ask.

You quickly look around and notice that the lights in the office are being turned off as folks leave. You look around “We aren’t going to do it here?” you quietly ask.

I smile, shake my head, and take your hand. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the executive offices. The doors are closed and have cypher locks. You watch as I punch the code for our boss’s door and open it. The office is dark. I turn on the tall but weak floor lamp, and have you close and lock the door behind you. “The boss wanted this proposal on his desk before he returns on Monday. I already emailed it to him, but he wants a hardcopy version to show upper management.”

You watch as I carefully clean off the desk. “Even if he comes back early, he won’t be back today. This is a once on a lifetime opportunity.” I say as I motion for to sit on his desk and raise up your skirt. You do and quickly look around to make sure there aren’t any security cameras in the room. As I get on my knees and part your legs, I say “I checked with security. I told them I would be here tonight finishing the report. They told me they appreciate it, but don’t have cameras or alarms in this room.” You feel my hands on your thighs. “Mmmm Wearing the yellow ones today. A good choice.” I softly kiss your bare inner thigh. As I kiss and lick closer to your damp pussy, you unbutton your top and play with your nipples. The lace on the top of the half cup bra has been rubbing against your nipples all day. Now you roll and pull them. My hands slide under your ass as I lick up and down your wet cunt lips. This is what you have wanted all week. I lick and suck your clit as you pull your nipples and enjoy your first orgasm.

I smile and stand up, kissing you. “Now that you are fully wet and ready, I want to fulfill my fantasy.” I pull you to your feet, turn you around, and bend you over the desk. The polished wood top feels cool against your chest. You feel me raise your skirt up over your ass, hear me unzip my pants, and they drop to the floor. My hands knead your firm butt cheeks as I move my hard cock along your waiting pussy lips. You feel me slide it in, then I hold you down. I start fucking you slowly, but then speed up. Going deeper and harder. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked on the Boss’s desk. How you wish I was your boss. You are my little cumslut secretary, getting used by me.”

I rarely talk like this. You find it different. You imagine all the movie scenes of a boss and his secretary having sex. It is arousing. I release one hand, and you feel it on your clit, rubbing as I keep thrusting into you. You are enjoying it, so you moan loudly in pleasure.

You hear the ding of the elevator. We both stop. My cock buried deep inside of you.

We listen as we hear footsteps and a voice. “This is roving patrol, checking the executive offices.”

“Good Copy. Call when you finish.” The security desk answers.

Your heart is beating faster with excitement as footsteps get closer. You feel my other hand cover your mouth, as I slowly and deliberately piston in and out of you. While my cock works in and out of you, and my fingers continue rubbing your clit, you hear the doorknob of another office rattle. My hand is tight over your mouth as I thrust harder. Another doorknob rattles. You imagine how it will be, the door will open, your chest pressed on the desk, and my cock deep in your cunt. You imagine the beam of a flashlight on you. It excites you so much and another wave of pleasure moves through you. You feel me thrust and hold it, as my hard prick floods your hungry pussy.

The doorknob rattles. “All the offices are secure.” You hear. “Moving down to the next floor.”

“Good Copy. Call when you get there.” The security desk answers again.

You hear the elevator ding. A moment later, you feel my softening prick slide from you, as cum drips on the floor.

I pull up my pants and then you straighten up. My lips are warm and damp with sweat as I kiss you. You put your arms around my neck, as I hug you. “Was that everything I promised?” I ask in a whisper. 

You press your forehead against mine. I am wringing wet with sweat. “Let’s go to my place, clean up, and have dinner.”

I nod. “Let’s put the office back the way it’s supposed to be, first.”

We quickly put everything back on the desk, wipe up the spooge stains on the carpet with napkins found in a drawer, and place the presentation binder on the center of the desk. We both check each other to make sure our clothes are straight, and then leave, ensuring the door locks behind us. Stepping from the elevator, we see the security desk. He nods as we head for the exit. “Were you able to finish what you needed?”

We both smile. I answer “Yes, It’s all done, and on the boss’s desk for when he returns.”

You take my hand. “He worked so hard, I told him I would treat him to dinner.” You realize it is the same security guard who talked to you after the incident in the emergency stairs. 

He smiles and winks. “You have a nice night. We’ll see you in the morning.”

I kiss the back of your hand. “Thanks. Hopefully you have an uneventful night.”

We go to the parking lot which is mostly empty. You look toward the building and see a few office lights on. “I wonder if they are doing what we did?”

“You never know.” I respond as we get to our cars and drive to your place.

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After Dinner Threesome at the Estate - Part 2

 

Looking at Mr. Topaz. “I know it has been more than a few years since you’d been with anyone, and I want you to stay for what promises to be a very erotic three-way.” You lean over and give both their softening dicks a slow lick then look up. Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz look to each other first and then to you.

Without hesitating Mr. Topaz says “You’ve done more than I expected. What can I do to pleasure you?”

Mr. Amethyst nods and says, “You got your appetizer, what do you want for your meal?”. Before you can answer Mr. Amethyst looks to Mr. Topaz and says, “She really enjoys kissing and having her pussy licked. Between us, I think we can give her both.”

They each take a hand and guide you to the couch. Mr. Amethyst waits for you to choose. You motion for Mr. Topaz to get on his knees, between your legs, as Mr. Amethyst sits next to you, cupping your firm breast, and kissing you. You feel fingers gently part your pussy and a tongue moving along your lips and tickling your clit. Your are so wet. You feel the tip of his tongue, slowly licking up and down your folds, teasing you. Then his hands on your ass, making it easier to get his mouth close to your pussy. The short soft hair of his beard and mustache feel so different as he licks your cunt and sucks your clit.

You stroke Mr. Amethyst’s cock as he kisses you, all the while enjoying the attention given to your pussy. They are both so tender and attentive to your needs. You’ve been in a few three ways and despite enjoying them, you’ve never felt so much concern for your needs as you do now. Mr. Amethyst looks down at Mr. Topaz and asks, “Can we switch? I like the taste of her pussy too.” It catches you a little off guard because you were enjoying it, but you agree and Mr. Topaz moves to sit next to you as Mr. Amethyst begins licking your clit. Mr. Topaz kisses you and you taste yourself on his lips. His beard tickles, but you enjoy it. After minutes of receiving their concentrated attention on your body, and your desire to be filled growing, you grab both of their pricks, “God, I need a cock in me now.” You say almost breathlessly.

They look at each other, as if to ask who should go first. Mr. Amethyst feels harder in your hand, so you comment he should go first. “Please fill me slowly.” You say as he slides his cock until he is balls deep into your wet, open cunt. He moves back and forth, kneeling between your legs. Mr. Topaz continues to suck your tits. You lean in and whisper. “Please rub my clit while he fucks me.” He nods, licks his fingertips, then you feel him reach down. He goes back to sucking your left nipple, as his wet fingers slowly rubs small circles across your clit. You close your eyes and feel a long shaft slowly working in and out of you, and fingers rubbing your clit in rhythm. You moan in pleasure. “Can you feel him as he goes deep into my pussy?” you ask.

With your eyes still closed you feel a warm breath against your ear. “Yes, Feel his cock inside your hungry cunt, my sexy Opal.” He whispers as he rubs your clit. “Feel him fill you as he fucks you deep.”

The whole scene is more than you imagined. “Yes!” you scream as you orgasm. Mr. Amethyst stops thrusting for a moment and pulls out to stroke his cock as you gasp and recover. He knows you will be ready to continue. Mr. Topaz gently teases your clit, sending electric shocks through you. He kisses you again, and you whisper. “Put his cock in me again.” You feel a little nervous. You’ve never asked a man to do that before, but it is something you’ve fantasized about.

But before they do it, you stop Mr. Topaz. Looking at this older man, reaching for this younger man’s hard wet prick is something that you have second thoughts about so instead you say. “No wait, it’s your turn to fuck me.”

“Ok, my sexy Opal, but let’s change positions.” He nods to Mr. Amethyst, who steps back. His hard cock glistening in the lights of the library. They have you get on your hands and knees on the couch. Mr. Topaz moves behind you, and Mr. Amethyst moves before you. His cock looks so tasty covered in your juices and his precum. His balls are so tight, you know he won’t last long. As much as you enjoyed him inside of you, you now want him in your mouth as you want Mr. Topaz inside your cunt too. Mr. Amethyst holds his cock before you. You gently grab it, and lick the tip. You feel Mr. Topaz behind you, one hand on your lower back, then you feel him rub the tip of his hard dick along your wet, open pussy lips.

Mr. Amethyst reaches down pulling and playing with your nipples as you take his tasty cock in your mouth. The flavor of your pussy and his precum is familiar. Mr. Topaz’s dick slides into you. He slowly works it in and out. Going deeper with each thrust forward. He holds you steady so that you can concentrate on sucking as he fucks you. Once he’s all the way in, you feel his fingers rubbing your clit again, as Mr. Amethyst rolls and pulls your nipples. Your mouth and pussy are nicely filled. Both of them giving you what you want. You fully enjoy it. Soon you have another orgasm. As you moan around Mr. Amethyst’s cock, you feel him pulse and shoot in your mouth. His thick briny cum hits the back of your mouth and throat. The sounds and smells of your pleasure brings Mr. Topaz to a climax too, so he pulls out and rubs his hard, slick shaft along the crack of your ass, then holds it, as he shoots a wad of spume on your ass and lower back.

Then they have you stand up, and both hug you. You feel their arms around you, their lips on your lips as you happily share pleasure with each other.

“I want to try one more thing, if both of you are up for it?” You ask. They nod. You have them sit on the couch with you in the middle. It will take time for them to get hard again, so you have them focus on sucking your nipples. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. You feel movement of their hands but they aren’t playing with your pussy. You open your eyes and see them stroking each other. You are a little surprised by this. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

They both smile. “It is something that turns you on.” Mr. Amethyst says.

“And we figured, ‘whatever gives her pleasure’.” Mr. Topaz continues.

Seeing them stroking each other slowly and deliberately is arousing to you, but you stop Mr. Topaz. “Can you lick my pussy again?” you ask.

“Of course. But my old knees can’t take getting on the floor again. Can I lay on the couch as you straddle my face?”

You have a wicked thought. “Yes.” You stand up, letting him lay down. You then slowly lower yourself. You feel his soft beard and mustache against your wet pussy lips. “Get behind me.” You direct Mr. Amethyst. “As he sucks my clit, fuck me again.”

You have only seen this in videos. In your previous threesomes, you could never convince any man to put a penis that close to his mouth.

Mr. Topaz licks and sucks your clit, as Mr. Amethyst, whose cock is hard again and slick with cum. As he thrusts longer and harder, you feel the suction on your clit. Then Mr. Topaz starts to hum as he sucks. The pressure, the vibration, and the thrusting bring you to another amazing climax.

Mr. Amethyst pulls out. “Can I try that?” he asks. Mr. Topaz nods and you let him up.

With Mr. Amethyst below you, he licks and sucks your clit. His clean-shaven face feels so different from the neatly trimmed beard you just felt. You lick the tip of Mr. Amethyst’s beautiful shaft. He hadn’t finished yet this time. You smile to yourself. “I’ll suck on this as you suck on me.”

You feel Mr. Topaz’s hands on your hips, and he slides his cock along your ready lips. You hear a licking sound below you. Looking down, you see Mr. Amethyst licking the underside of Mr. Topaz’s dick, as the upper side rubs against you. He stops and looks to you for a second. “It looks so tasty, I just had to try it.” Then Mr. Topaz slides it into you as Mr. Amethyst now licks and sucks your clit. You put his lovely prick back in your mouth and suck as pleasure builds in you again. This time Mr. Amethyst cums in your mouth as you moan in ecstasy, and Mr. Topaz once again pulls out and paints your lovely ass cheeks.

You ask if they would suck each other in front of you. Mr. Amethyst quickly agrees. “I would love to take him fully in my mouth.”

You are more concerned about Mr. Topaz. You are fascinated by this opportunity to see this, but you are fairly certain that Mr. Topaz is straight. “Are you willing to do this? Have you ever done anything like this before?”

He sighs and says, “No, but fair is fair. If he sucks me, then I should lick and suck him.”

You have seen Mr. Amethyst with men before, so watching him lick and suck Mr. Topaz to arousal isn’t surprising. It turns you on, so you sit back in a recliner and slowly rub your well used pussy.

Mr. Topaz doesn’t climax but stops as he is sweaty and breathing hard. He smiles, “I’m an old man. This is the most I have cum with a partner in years.”

He then takes Mr. Amethyst’s excited schlong. The difference between the men is so striking at this point. Mr. Topaz is older and hairy, where Mr. Amethyst is younger, and smooth, including his balls which are nicely waxed. Mr. Topaz takes his time, licking and then sucking. You watch his mouth and lips doing to Mr. Amethyst, what he must have been doing to your clit. Licking, sucking, and humming. Mr. Amethyst erupts in Mr. Topaz’s mouth, who spits it out. He reaches for one of the many towels in the room and wipes his mouth. You continue rubbing yourself to another climax. You found the whole thing fascinating to watch.

Mr. Topaz moves and kisses you. “Mrs. Opal. I have fully enjoyed tonight. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired now.” He then turns to Mr. Amethyst. “It has been a pleasure to meet you. Maybe we can all have breakfast in the morning?”

He grabs his clothing, wraps the towel around his waist and leaves.

You look at the time, as Mr. Amethyst is quickly pulling on his slacks and shirt. “I agree. I enjoyed tonight. I look forward to seeing you at breakfast.” He kisses you and leaves.

You wrap yourself in a towel, grab your dress and look around the now empty library. You are amazed at what you experienced.

Your husband looks in through the open doorway. “Are you all done for the night? Shall we go to bed?” he asks, his shirt open, and a towel over his shoulder. He steps closer and kisses you. “Did you have fun?”

You smell the scent of Mrs. Amethyst on him. You stand and hug him tightly. “More than I expected. How about you?”

“She is always fun to play with.” He says as he wraps his arms around you. “So did Mr. Topaz and Mr. Amethyst give you what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh” You nod and put your hand on his waist as you walk together. “Have you ever hummed while licking pussy?”

He gives you a firm squeeze. “No, but I am intrigued.”

“I’ll tell you when we get to the room.” You say as you squeeze him back. You look forward to spending time alone with him, before you go to sleep.

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After Dinner Threesome at the Estate - Part 1

 

It is not the name the world knows you as, but you enjoy being “Mrs. Opal” when you stay at the Estate. Your husband, “Mr. Opal” is a world-famous photographer, and you are a model. The Estate is one of the few places you can go without people recognizing you, asking for your autograph or to snap a selfie. As a couple, you are far from the most famous or wealthy clients to visit. What you enjoy most is that you and Mr. Opal can be sexually free without fear of paparazzi or someone selling the story to the tabloids. Mistress of the Estate ensures the privacy of her guests, and as long as they obey the rules of the house, they are welcome to return.

Most people who visit the Estate only know each other by their gemstone name, but by chance you encountered Mr. Topaz during a photo-shoot. He is an older photographer, who now runs a studio and lab complex used by modeling agencies. He often smiles and is complimentary to you and your husband. When you encountered him and his wife at the Estate, they were trying to keep their marriage together. But you later heard that she left and won a lucrative divorce settlement. Being single, now, Mr. Topaz hasn’t been back to the Estate.

Finishing up a fashion show, you want to relax at the Estate. Your husband and you planned to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Amethyst, for an after-dinner swap, but you have an idea. Invite Mr. Topaz as your special guest. Your husband doesn’t mind. He has seen you with two men before, and he agrees that both Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz might be different for you. Your husband wants his playtime with Mrs. Amethyst, so he’s not concerned.

He calls and confirms your reservations for the Estate. He then calls both Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz to ensure they will be there. Mr. Topaz is happy for the invite but not sure if he should attend.

You hear your husband tell him, “It has been too long since you were with someone. I know you find my wife attractive, and she wants you to spend time with us at the Estate.” After a pause, he concedes. He will be there.

When you get to the Estate, you check into the Opal room. It looks as beautiful as when you last saw it. Your husband wants to go for a swim before dinner, and you decide to enjoy the green house and the gardens. Afterwards you go back to the room and dress for dinner. Your dress is pale, almost luminescent, showing just enough cleavage to be sexy but not slutty. Your husband wears a pale polo shirt and slacks. Both of you look relaxed as you hold hands and head for the dining room.

Your husband smiles when he sees there are only three people in the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. Amethyst, both wearing variations of purple and black. Her dress covers more of her chest than yours, but is slit higher up on her thighs, showing her bare, toned legs. Mr. Topaz is also at the table. His shirt is a pale yellow, button down, with the sleeves rolled up, and also wearing dark slacks. They all smile back at you as you enter. Mr. Topaz stands up and holds out a chair for you, so you sit between him and Mr. Amethyst. Your husband sits across from you and next to Mrs. Amethyst. The wait staff quickly takes your orders. You are not really hungry for food, so you get a pasta salad. Mrs. Amethyst does likewise.

“Well gentlemen, it looks like the ladies have other things in mind tonight. Shall we follow their lead?” Your husband asks.

Mr. Amethyst smiles, “You know that I prefer to let her lead. But I’ll have the grilled fish.”

His wife winks at him “You want it grilled? Wouldn’t you prefer it raw, or maybe with some sausage?”

“If everything goes as planned, I might get both.” He responds and places a hand on your thigh. You reach down and softly caress his crotch.

You notice that your husband’s and Mrs. Amethyst’s hands are also below the table. “A little appetizer?” you ask and wink. They both smile back. Mr. Topaz doesn’t comment but orders the fish as does your husband.

After the dinner is cleared away, you notice that the Mistress of the Estate is at her table, drinking a glass of wine, and watching all of you. She nods to the staff, and two different sets of doors are open. One leads to the “Playroom”, a lounge with couches and sofas, and the other leads to the Library, which has a couch and chairs. She then stands, taps her glass. “Mesdames et Messieurs, both the Playroom and Library are at your disposal. Please inform the staff when you are done.”

You all raise your glasses in response, “Oui Mistress”.

Finishing your drink, you leave it on the table and take both Mr. Amethyst’s and Mr. Topaz’s hands. Before you can ask where they want to go, you see your husband and Mrs. Amethyst head for the Playroom.

“I guess we get the Library.” Mr. Topaz comments, with a sly smile. The Library is an actual library with full, floor to ceiling bookcases. There is a large couch, and a number of comfortable chairs. The wait staff has prepared the room by placing folded towels, wipes, small bottles of lube, and condoms on the coffee tables. You smile at this because it is so nice to have everything at your disposal.

The three of you move to the couch. You and Mr. Amethyst have done this a few times. So, he seems ready to undress and pleasure you. Mr. Topaz is a little unsure how he fits into things, so he simply sits on the other side of you. You feel his hip next to yours, as Mr. Amethyst slowly pulls one of your straps off your shoulder and tugs gently until one of your breasts is exposed. You like the idea of being watched and your excitement grows as Mr. Amethyst pinches your nipple then exposes the other tit. You make out for a bit and reach down, rubbing your hand on the growing bulge in his pants.

You feel Mr. Topaz adjust his pants to better fit his growing hard on. He watches but doesn’t comment. He apparently doesn’t want to interrupt.

Your dress is bunched uncomfortably as you try to kiss and rub Mr. Amethyst, so you decide to remove it. You stand and look directly at Mr. Topaz as he sits quietly. “Will you please help me with my dress.” You ask as you turn your back to him.

He nods, stands, and helps slide your dress off of you. As your dress drops to the floor, there is a subtle sound of appreciation. You’re not wearing panties and feel his eyes on your ass. Mr. Amethyst leans back and removes his slacks and shirt. He watches to see what you do next as he slowly strokes his cock.

You slowly turn and face Mr. Topaz so he can see you fully nude, in person. “Is this better than my photos?” you ask in a seductive tone.

“Of course” he says, and unzipping his fly, freeing his hard dick. “Where do you want me?” He asks as he slowly strokes himself. He removes his shirt, and lets his pants fall free.

You smile and reach down to help stroke his cock. As you do, Mr. Amethyst comes up behind you. His dick pushes into your back as he reaches around, holding your tits. He tugs on your nipples and makes you gasp. Then he says “She loves having them sucked.” You look at Mr. Topaz and wink as your breathing increases. His cock twitches in your hand. He slowly licks around your left nipple. You feel his slick wet tongue slowly moving around it. Then he closes his mouth on your hardening nipple and sucks firmly. He moans in pleasure as he sucks you, as you continue to stroke him.

Mr. Amethyst holds your breasts as Mr. Topaz licks and sucks them. It is a new experience, and you love how sensual it feels. You love the feel of Mr. Topaz’s beard on your skin. Then you grab his face and pull him up to your lips. You kiss for a long moment. You are so aware of his cock in your hand and Mr. Amethyst’s pressing into your back as he rubs your chest. Your hard nipples rub against Mr. Topaz’s hairy chest as you continue to kiss firmly, but then he stops. “Doesn’t Mr. Amethyst deserve a kiss too?” he asks in a seductive tone.

Your heart races and you slowly turn to face Mr. Amethyst. His cock is now firmly against your stomach as Mr. Topaz’s now presses into your bottom. He reaches around and cups your breasts while you and Mr. Amethyst kiss.

Mr. Topaz’s rough hands feel different as you rub your nipples against Mr. Amethyst’s smooth chest, and you feel a thick cock resting in the crack of your ass.

Mr. Amethyst reaches for Mr. Topaz as you kiss him. You don’t know what he is doing but you feel sandwiched as he pulls Mr. Topaz closer. You love that they both seem very comfortable with touching one another. After a few seconds you slide down as they continue to stand, facing each other. They let you take the lead. You kneel and take Mr. Amethyst in your mouth, licking and sucking him slowly. Then you do the same for Mr. Topaz.

You have an urge to put both of their cocks in your mouth, if you can. It’s something you have never tried in real life but fantasized about. You ask to make sure that they are OK with such close contact. Mr. Amethyst says “I’m happy to do whatever you want.” Then Mr. Topaz smiles down at you and steps closer. “I’m game if he is.” You hold both of their shafts, licking one then the other before you touch their tips and wrap your lips around their dark, excited heads.

Both men let out a small moan as they feel your mouth stretch open as you try to suck both at once. They feel so firm in your mouth, but slick from your saliva and their pre-cum.

Then you take them both out and stroke, using your saliva as lube. The shafts feel so hard in your hands. They won’t last long. Mr. Topaz’s thick cock pulses in your hand and you lick the acrid spume from the tip as it dribbles out. Mr. Amethyst is excited by this and turns your head so you can catch his cum as he shoots. It hits your upper lip and open mouth. He helps you pump his pud so you get all of it. You slowly lick it clean. You are still wet and wonder what will happen next.

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Co-Workers - Chapter 4 - The Restroom Stall

 

It has been a number of weeks that we have been having sex with each other. We even went on a few dates outside of the office. But even though the sex was good, we agreed that it seemed to be missing something.

You love the feeling of almost getting caught. The knowledge that you are doing something that you shouldn’t be, in a place and time that you shouldn’t. As good as it is going over to each other’s place and “enjoying the evening”, it still seems like it is missing something. So, we agreed to not date.

We still have sex but we agreed that we should try to “keep it fun and special”.

There was real thrill having lunch-time sex in an open conference room. The emergency stairwell is also exciting, but you want something that is a bit more comfortable. As exciting as early morning sex in the office is, there are severe limitations, as to how, where, and who enjoys who.

You are thinking about all of this as you are getting ready for work. You look at the weather report as you layout clothing.

“Today will be cool and clear, with a wind out of the North West…..”.

As you hear that, you go to your closet and grab a pair of slacks, but next to it is a thick, long plaid skirt. You grab the skirt instead. "It is thick and long enough to cover whatever I am wearing underneath."  You think slyly. You go to dresser and pull out your garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching bra. You reach for a matching pair of panties, but instead grab your crotchless ones. You also pull out the solid crotch panties and set them aside to put in your purse. "If the wind is too cold, I might need these." You think.  You look at yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, then put on the garter belt. "I love how this looks."

You sit down and slowly slide on your stockings. The texture of the smooth fabric feels so good on your legs. "I should wear these more often."

You pull on your crotchless panties last. "If my mom saw me dressing like this, she would ask “What porn movie are you shooting? Only porn stars and sluts wear panties over their stockings.”’

You look at yourself in the mirror again. "I love the look and feel of this." you think as you pull on a dark cotton blouse and button it up, then the thick skirt.  Another check in the mirror. "Perfect for a day when the weather is cool, and I have a sexy surprise concealed underneath." You smile wickedly.

The last thing, "Boots or “fuck me pumps”?" You look at your closet again. Your calf high boots will go better with the outfit.

After a last quick check in the mirror, you put the spare panties in your purse, grab a cup of coffee, and your cell phone. You quickly text me, "I hope you were a good boy last night; I might have a treat for you today."

As you are driving, a message pops up on your phone, “I was good. Can I have a sneak peek? Or do I have to wait?”

Using voice to text you reply, "Special treats are only for good boys who wait." 

“Ok. See you in the office.”

You pull into the parking lot, arriving before me. "Good".

The wind is cold as you step out of the car. "Good thing this skirt is thick", you think as blows hard against you.

Once you are inside the building, you use the ladies’ room and you check your outfit and makeup. Then you stop and open the handicapped stall. Looking at the grab bars, raised toilet, larger stall walls, you smile to yourself and then go to your desk.

As you set down your purse, you hear a low wolf whistle. I walk up behind you. “That looks so sexy on you. I love the boots and skirt.” I lower my voice some more, “Is that my treat?”

You whisper back "You will have to wait and see." You sit down and log into your computer and start focusing on emails. Luckily today, most of what you are dealing with is routine. A chat window from me pops up from time to time. “When do I get my treat?”

‘If you can’t wait, you will ruin the surprise.’ You respond.

I grab a stack of papers and walk up to your desk. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything right now?” I ask. "No, I'm good. Maybe as we get closer to lunchtime, I might need a hand with something. Maybe I might have an idea of something tasty that you'll want to eat?" you say in a low and seductive.

I let out a groan of frustration.

You glance down at my lap and see the outline of my cock. Then you stand and whisper in my ear, as your hand brushes my crotch. "Aawww, are you getting frustrated? Maybe you will have to wait even longer?"

You kiss my cheek and sit down.

I walk back to my desk, and you look around. You notice that Joan, whose desk isn’t far from yours, looks at you with a wicked smile. She shakes her head and focuses on her work.

You get a little turned on, knowing that you are getting me hard, and that Joan might have noticed. Just the thought of almost getting caught, even though you weren’t doing anything, makes your nipples harden a bit, and you flush at the fact that you are wearing your crotchless panties around everyone.

You remember the day that I sat under my desk and ate your pussy as others were arriving. "Mmmmm it is a wonderful thought, but he can’t do that right now." you think.

Later on, you look at the clock. It’s 10:30, too early for lunch, but good enough for a coffee break. You make a last check of emails to make sure there aren’t any client requests.

Nothing in the queue.

You open a chat window. "I am going to get some coffee. Wait 5 minutes and then see me over by the Ladies’ room on the first floor."

You stand up, grab your coffee cup and walk out of the area. There is a snack bar on the first floor not far from the Ladies’ room, so you go there, and refill your cup.

You then check the Ladies’ room to ensure it is empty.

A few minutes later, I walk over to you. “Should I get a coffee…”

You grab my shirt and pull me in. You lead me all the way to the handicapped stall and latch it. You kiss me passionately. My warm lips pressed against yours.

You release me, and hold your finger to your lips in a "keep quiet" motion.

I silently nod. You raise up your thick skirt and show me your sexy underwear.

“Oh my. Is that for me?” I whisper. You nod and motion for me to get on my knees. Grabbing one of the support bars, you press against one of the stall walls.

I slide my hands up your stocking clad legs and softly kiss the bare part of your right inner thigh just above the top of the stocking. You spread your legs a bit wider and feel my breath on your exposed pussy as I slowly kiss closer to it. You close your eyes and anticipate my tongue on your pussy lips.

My hands grab your ass cheeks as I slowly lick up and down. You feel the tip of my tongue slowly going between and around your sweet, damp pussy. You inhale sharply as I thrust my tongue hungrily into you.

We hear the door to the ladies’ room open and someone goes into the first stall. You grab my hair and hold my head still, as you slowly sit down on the toilet seat, your legs still spread.

I look up at you from under your skirt. You make the "Shhh" motion with your other hand. I silently nod as you continue to hold my hair.

We hear the other person using the toilet unaware of us. I slowly lick around your clit. I make quick flicking motions with just the tip. A small moan escapes your lips. You clasp your hand over your mouth.  We hear the other person wiping and then flushing. With the noise of the water, I clamp my mouth on your clit and suck firmly. You moan again through your closed mouth.

We hear her leave, and you pull my head from between your legs. "I want you to fuck me now." You whisper. We stand up. You turn around and lean over the toilet, grabbing both safety bars. Your heart is beating harder. You try to steady your breathing, as you feel me raise your skirt over your ass, then the tip of my hard cock slowly rubbing your wet open pussy.

I am enjoying this too. I grab your hips and thrust deeply. You inhale sharply again. I work my cock in and out. You love how it feels as I take you from behind.  You grab the bars more firmly as I fuck you harder. You bite your lower lip to keep from making noise. "God, this feels so good."

My cock feels so thick and hard inside of you. You release one grab bar, reach down, and rub your clit. You're going to cum so hard.  The thought of someone walking in just as you cum fills your mind and you feel even more excited. You rub your clit faster as you feel my cock thrust and hold it inside of you.

"No, don’t cum inside of me. I want it in my mouth." you say in a hushed tone. I pull out, and stand there. My cock coated with your juices and twitching.

You turn around and grab it. You stroke me hard and fast, with your mouth open at the tip. I grab the walls of the stall as I cum. My moan is audible, as my cum shoots into your open mouth. You then suck the tip, tasting both your flavors and mine. I stand there as you take me fully in your mouth. The familiar flavor of my cum fills your mouth, as you suck me clean.

You stand up and kiss me passionately sharing our flavors. Then you use some toilet paper to wipe your freshly used pussy, and flush.

We slowly open the stall door to ensure the room is empty. After quickly washing your hands, and checking in the mirror that your clothing is straight, you check the hallway to see if anyone will notice both of us leaving.

I grab your coffee cup which you left on the small shelf in the stall.

Once we are in the hallway, I hand you your cup. “I think your cup needs topped off. I will get a cup too.”

We go back upstairs to the office. After checking emails, a message pops up from me. “Did you finish? If not, do you want to try again this afternoon?” You type back. "I was close, but got what I wanted. Let’s see how the day goes. I might need your help later."

"I like these panties on a day like today." you think as you smile to yourself.

Making Freezer Jam

 Going Berry Picking

Wearing your T-shirt, and sweatpants, you and your husband step from the bathroom.

Your daughter is standing there holding her stuffed dog. “When I woke up. I didn’t see you. Toby got scared.” She says holding her toy dog tightly. You kiss her forehead and then scratch between Toby’s ears. 

“We were sweaty and dirty picking the berries at the farm so Daddy and I took a shower. Is Toby okay with that?” You ask.

She nods and holds up her toy. “He’s not scared anymore.”

Your husband comes from behind you, picks up your daughter, and holds her up. “Okay Munchkin, shall we help Mommy make jam?”

She smiles and laughs as he moves her through the air and then hugs her.

Your son is already in the kitchen standing next to the bag of berries, bouncing up and down with excitement.

“So what do we do first?” your husband asks as he sets your daughter back on the ground.

Quickly you go to the old recipe box. It’s an old metal box that was originally for cocoa powder but with the hinged lid and the fact that it fit index cards perfectly, you knew you had to keep it. You open it and thumb through the cards. You find one, in your father’s script, “Easy Freezer Jam”.

You read aloud what is needed. “2 cups of crushed berries, 4 cups of sugar, 1 box of Pectin, and ¾ cup of water.”

“Honey, I don’t think we have enough sugar or pectin.” Your husband says as he checks the pantry.

You sigh, “Ok, Dear, why don’t you run to the store. I’ll have the kids help me prepare everything until you return.”

He steps up and kisses you. “Is there anything else we need? Maybe something for once the kids are asleep?” He asks quietly. You look at the kids who are listening in.

Loudly and clearly you say, “Also pick up ice cream, whipped cream, and maybe some chocolate sauce.” You then lean in to kiss him and whisper ‘Maybe you will get lucky tonight and I might want a “special dessert”?”

He smiles broadly. “I’ll be back.”

While he is gone, you and the kids find a bunch of plastic containers with matching lids. The smallest being 1 cup, and the largest being 1 quart. The kids wash the containers and lids as you prepare the fruit. When they finish, you have your daughter wait by the metal mixing bowl with a potato masher and your son helps you prepare berries with a hard plastic knife.

You see your husband walk in carrying a couple of cloth grocery bags. “Did I miss all the fun?” he asks as he puts away the groceries.

“You are right on time.” You say as you nod towards the recipe. “Can you leave out the sugar and the pectin?”

“Of course,” he says as he fills the large storage container marked “Sugar”, then sets it on the cupboard.

He walks over to you, kisses your cheek, and looks at the large pile of berry stems. He then looks the colander and sees that most of the berries have been prepared, and are now in the metal bowl. You take the last of the berries from the colander, “Save these to go on the ice cream later.”

He nods, then dumps the stems into the trash.“What’s next?” 

You nod at your daughter. “It’s time to squish the berries.”

“Yay!” she squeals and starts mashing with the potato masher. Your husband quickly steadies the metal bowl for her. The kitchen is full of the smell of smashed fruit and juice. After a few minutes, your daughter says that her arms are tired. 

Your husband says “You did good, baby. Let Daddy try for a bit.” He quickly smashes the berries into a thick paste. You hold out the large measuring cup and have him dump it all in. A little over 6 cups of pulped berries. At your direction, he dumps 2 cups of berries into the bowl, and then he slowly stirs, adding the sugar as you make the pectin/water mix which you add. You have him continue stirring for 3 minutes. The kids bring the containers as you grab a ladle from the utensil holder and start spooning out the mix. As soon as one container is filled, you have them hand you another. Soon the mixing bowl is empty, and you make two more batches and soon have the closed containers lined up on the cupboard. There is a little bit of the last batch that you have your husband put into a mug. 

Because of all of the jam making, your husband recommends having pizza for dinner. You kiss him on the cheek. “How about I get the pizza, while you and the kids clean the kitchen.”

Your son quickly says, “Can I help you get the pizza, Mommy. I already washed dishes.” pointing to the containers he prepared for you.

Your husband grins and shrugs as he starts rinsing the sugary mix off of the utensils before loading them into the dishwasher.

You place the pizza order on the app on your phone and then show your son the screen. “They received the order. See, it says ‘Making the Pizza’.”

He shouts “Yay!” and runs for the front door. “Let’s go Mommy. Maybe we can watch them make it.”

By the time you arrive at the Pizza parlor, your son is asking “Are they still making it? Can we watch?”

When you get there, your son runs up to the glass partition in front. He is always fascinated watching them make pizzas. The cook spins the dough in the air, until it is the size he needs and puts it on the baking pan. “Is that one ours, Mommy?”

You point to the extra-large pizza coming out of the oven. “That one is ours, I think.”

You both move farther down the glass as you watch them put the pizza into a box and slice it. “Yay!” he says as you both go to the register. You tell the cashier your name, and they hand you your pizza. It smells so good, and you feel the warmth through the cardboard box.

When you get home, your husband and daughter have the kitchen cleaned and plates set on the table. Sometimes it is nice to have a sit-down dinner with the family. 

After pizza, you dish up ice cream, with whipped cream, berries and chocolate sauce. Everyone goes to the living room. You sit on the couch next to your husband, as the kids sit in their chairs. You let them pick a movie, but you remind them that it can’t be something that they have already watched this week. If you didn’t tell them that, you would be watching one of those animated movies with an overly catchy soundtrack. Catchy that is the first dozen times, but when you hear the same things every day, it gets on your nerves. You also tell them that if they can’t choose, then Daddy gets to choose. After a few minutes of discussion, they pick one that they haven’t watched too recently. You snuggle next to your husband, suggestively licking the chocolate sauce from your spoon. 

“Mmmm, I can’t wait until they fall asleep.” he whispers, and places an arm around you. As cartoon animals sing and dance on the screen, you feel your husband’s hand play with your breast through your t-shirt. You place your empty ice cream bowl on his lap, slowly moving it back and forth along his crotch. “I see you’re in a playful mood too.” He whispers.

“If you can wait until they fall asleep, I have an idea for a special dessert.” you playfully whisper back. 

By the time the cartoon animals are singing the closing credits, both kids are asleep.

After putting them both to bed, your husband comes up behind you and hugs you. “So what do we do with all of the jam on the cupboards?”

You turn and kiss him. “The containers stay for a day, then we can put them in the freezer.”

He looks confused, “I thought you said something about a ‘special dessert’.” 

You kiss him. “Go put some towels on the bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He looks a little confused, but nods and does as you ask. You grab the mug with jam, the whipped cream, and a spoon, and head to the bedroom.

Your bed is covered with towels. “Ok, now what?” Your husband asks, with a playful grin.

You set everything on the bed and then strip out of your clothes. Thinking back, you realize it’s been a long time since you did any ‘food play’, and that was prior to meeting your husband. Fully naked, you sit on the edge of the bed, then pick up the mug with jam. It is firming up, so you stir it with a spoon to make it flow a bit easier.

“Oh, is this like that scene in ‘9 ½ Weeks’? But he used a blindfold and more than just jam and whipped cream.” Your husband comments as he strips naked too.

“Come on over.” You say in a soft sultry tone then use the spoon to drip some berry jam on your right breast. You expect it to feel cold on your skin but it’s still room temperature so not too shocking as the sticky glob slowly moves down to your nipple. You set the spoon in the mug and grab the whipped cream. You shoot a little on your nipple, covering the jam. “Now lick me clean.” You playfully command.

He gets down on his knees, and you see that he’s excited by this. You feel his warm tongue slowly licking the cold, and quickly melting cream. He swallows it then he licks up the jam, including slowly licking up the sweet sticky trail on your breast.

While he is focused on your right breast, you smear some jam on the left one, then lean back a bit. You love how your husband uses his tongue and mouth. After licking the right one, he takes a moment and firmly sucks your right nipple. You feel it all the way down your spine. He releases it and the looks at the left breast. “Mmmm That one looks sticky too.” He grabs the whipped cream can and shoots a line on top of the jam trail. You steady yourself for it, but it’s cold on your skin. It starts dripping as heat of your skin melts it so fast, but his tongue is faster. He starts at your nipple and licks up. A couple of drips slide down the sides of your breast, on to your thigh. After he licks that one clean and sucks your left nipple firmly, he comments. “There isn’t a lot of jam left. Why don’t you lay back and slide over.”

Your do as he asks and get in the center of the bed. He takes the mug then gets between your legs. You feel a sticky glop of jam hit your pussy lips. He takes the back of the spoon and slowly rubs the sticky mass up and down, covering your lips, clit, and a little at the base of your pubic bush. “Try not to get my hair sticky.” You comment.

You are startled by both the sound and the cold of the whipped cream on your pussy. But it is quickly followed by the feeling of his hand sliding under your ass and his mouth licking and sucking the cream. His warm mouth feels so good. You feel his tongue go up and down, through and around, and then the suction of his mouth as he sucks your clit and makes sure that all of the sticky mess is off of your pussy. He is so good with his mouth you grab his hair, and try to hold him as you hump his face to an orgasm.

You release him and he moves up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself mixed with berries and cream. He lies next to you. “Is it my turn?” he asks, with his hard cock lying against his stomach.

Grabbing the mug and spoon, you drip and smear the last of the jam on his schlong. You like how it looks, getting that glaze on it. Then you take the whipped cream can, and shake it. But before you squirt it on him, you slowly lick some jam off of him The sweetness and bright berry flavor is what you were missing on this morning’s toast. Holding his hard dick straight up, you lick around the tip, and taste both berry jam and his excitement. Not a bad flavor you think, but it is missing something. You smile wickedly at him and then squirt the cream on him. “Wow! That is cold!” He says, trying to reach down for you. 

“Fair is fair.” You say and squirt a line down his shaft. It starts to slide almost immediately, so you lick from his balls up to the tip, catching most of it in your mouth. “The flavor of whipped cream and berry jam is really good.” You think as you swallow it down. You continue licking and sucking him until he cums in your mouth. Then you grab a towel and wipe yourself. He takes another one and wipes himself off too. You kiss him again. “Let’s grab a quick shower. I’d hate to wake up and find that I still have cream or jam on me.”

He nods and gathers up all of the towels from the bed. Quickly throwing them in the hamper and then following you into the shower.

He kisses you again. “Want some more shower sex?’

You hug him. “Not tonight, Dear. I enjoyed it earlier, and we just had fun on the bed. But I feel like we’d be pressing our luck and we’d have little ones asking why we are making noises in the shower.”

The steam fills the bathroom, and he holds you tightly. “Ok. You’re right. Let’s just clean up and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

You kiss him again and then step into the shower. “Sometimes you are such a romantic. Hand me the soap?”

You luck out. When you finish, there are no soft knocks on the door, but you feel tired. It has been a long and busy day. You dry off, put on a nightie and lay your head on his chest. “So what family activity do you want to do tomorrow?” you playfully ask.

He shakes his head, sighs, and holds you, as he drifts off to sleep.

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In the Hospital with the Virus

 On the news there is talk about a new virus, but you aren’t paying attention as you pack your bags for your business conference. A 3-day conference with your international business partners.

The days are filled with lectures and briefings, and your evenings are filled with official dinners and drinking. By the third day, everything is going well. You have made new contacts and handed out your business cards. Heck, you even hooked up with one of the female junior partners. Over drinks one night, she told you she was bored and horny, and you responded with “your room or mine?” It was quick and energetic for both you and her.

Yes, you are ready to go home.

On the flight, you sleep for most of it, but you remember hearing a number of people coughing and sneezing. You don’t really think much about it.

The next morning, you don’t feel well, but you want to go into the office, file your travel voucher, and write up a report for the people in your office who didn’t attend the conference. You are coughing and sneezing, so you stop by a pharmacy and pick up some over the counter medicine to help. “I probably just picked up a cold.” you tell yourself. You get something to help with your cough and wash it down with a sports drink. Your forehead feels a little warm, but “I’ll just keep drinking fluids. After I do what I need in the office, I’ll go home.”

Once you are in the office, you scan in your receipts, and file your expense report.

As you start working on the trip report, you get an email telling you to “Check your voucher again. The amounts don’t match the receipts.” You pull up your voucher again. “Dammit, I transposed a few numbers.” you curse at yourself. You start coughing again so you take some more medicine.

“Are you doing, okay?” asks one of your co-workers. “Yeah, just picked up a cold.” you respond, but your voice sounds raspy. “You should go home. If you need help with work, just ask.” “I’m okay. I’ve got it. Thanks” you respond.

You wipe your forehead. It feels warm and dry. Trying to focus on the computer screen, the numbers seem to move and swim. You drink another sports drink. It feels cool on your throat.

Feeling woozy, you lean forward. You feel like you are falling. There are voices and screams.

The women in your office are so sexy. They wear such tight skirts and tops.

You just want to bend them over their desks, push up the skirts, pull down the panties and fuck them hard. One after another. Just line them up and fuck them all. Your cock is so hard. It is going in and out. Fucking one after another. Some pussies are so tight, and others are wet and open. You just want to cum. You want to shoot your cum on and in each one.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

“What’s noise?” You open your eyes and try to look around. It looks like a hospital. You try to rub your eyes, but your wrists are secured to the bed.

“What’s going on?” you ask in a whispered croak. In a minute a masked medical assistant comes up. “Oh, you’re awake. Let me get the nurse.” As she leaves, her scrubs look almost form-fitting. So tight. Her ass looks so round and firm. You just want to fuck her. Your cock tries to stiffen, but there is pain. The nurse enters. Her breasts look like they are barely contained by her scrub top. “You look hotter than the other one.” you croak out.

She ignores your comment. “Do you know where you are? You are in the County Hospital. Do you know what happened to you?” As you try to focus on her, her body looks so sexy. You just want to strip her bare and fuck her. As you try to move, she just checks your vitals and makes notes on the form attached to the end of your bed.

“He’s still delirious. Give him his next round of meds and keep an eye on him. Let me go check the others.” She says to the MA and leaves.

All of these women are so sexy. You just want to fuck them all.

There are other patients near you. Each of you are separated by a curtain, but sometimes you can hear the voices.

“Yeah, you are such a slut, show me what you got.”

“Suck my cock, let me show you what a real man can do.”

“Bend over and I’ll fuck that sweet ass.”

You so badly want to be free. The sexy MA pulls the blanket off of you and wipes you down. You see why it hurts to get hard. You are caged and catheterized. As she wipes your body, you are sure she is talking to you. “You are such a bad and dirty boy. Naughty boys wear a cage. Your tiny little dick needed the smallest cage we have.” “Pull it off and suck me.” you try to say, but your mouth feels dry and raspy again.

She finishes, gives you your meds and you drift off again. Or did you?

The curtains are all pulled back. You see seven other men around you. Each one is strapped into their beds with a chastity cage on their penises.

The overhead lights are turned low. The nurse walks in wearing white stiletto heels and a white latex nurse’s outfit.

“You are all pathetic.” she says, “Your tiny little dicks need to be caged so you don’t play with them like the losers you are.”

In her hand she has a white paddle. “I should bend each of you over and spank your sweet little asses.”

“Yes, spank me.” one guy cries.

She smacks her palm with it and the crack echoes in the room. The room is all of a sudden quiet. “You will show me how much you worship me. Each of you will come to me and do as I ask.” She says as she sits down on a tall chair in the middle of the room.

You realize your wrists aren’t secured anymore and you can get up from your bed. All eight of you surround her, naked except for the cock cages each of you wear.

“How may I serve you, Nurse?” you ask. Your voice is soft and quiet.

She hits the palm of her hand with the paddle again. “You address me as Mistress Nurse. All of you, get on your knees!”

The floor is hard and cold on your knees. “You. Crawl over here.” She points and commands you. You walk on your hands and knees and stop just before her. “I want you to clean my right shoe with your tongue.” She holds her foot before you.

“And you.” she points to another man, “Lick the left one clean.” You hold the white stiletto shoe in your hand and slowly lick from the toe, upwards. The polished leather has a strange taste, but you ignore it. “Lick my shoes until they are clean.” she says.

As you lick towards the heel, she stops you. “Good boy. Move back and wait.” she points to another. “You, continue where he left off.” You move back and continue sitting on your knees. The tile floor is cold on your legs.

She continues to command different men to do different things. Her shoes are removed. Her stockings are rolled down and placed neatly by her shoes. As a patient helps unzip her top, she spanks his ass. “Are you getting hard? Did I say that your little worthless dick could get hard?” “No Mistress Nurse” he says turning his ass towards her so she can paddle him more fully. With her latex top unzipped you see that her beautiful nipples are full and hard. She paddles him and commands him to sit.

She has a different patient suck on her left nipple. She looks at you. “You have a good tongue. I want you to use it on my right nipple.”. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you say as you crawl back to her.

Slowly you lick around her areola, using the flat of your tongue, moving in a clockwise motion. “Mmmm you are both very good boys. Would you like to suck my nipples?” “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you both respond. “Suck until I tell you to stop.” she commands.

You put your lips around her firm nipple and softly suck. Then you suck a little harder. “Yes. Good. Suck harder.” she says, a pleasurable tone in her voice.

Her nipple feels so good in your mouth. You suck even harder. You’re getting excited and you feel the pressure of the cage around your cock. “Awwww are you both getting hard? That is only natural. If you continue being good boys, maybe we will see about some release. Stop and sit back down.” she commands.

“They did a good job with my breasts, and now my pussy needs some attention.” She calls over a small thin man. The cage on his dick reminds you of a manhole cover, because it is small and tightly fitted against him. She spreads her legs and flashes her neatly trimmed pussy. “Do a good job and I will reward you.” She says holding the paddle under his chin. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.”

You all watch as he licks her with his long thin tongue. Up and down, and then in and around. She places one hand on his head.

It looks so sexy. “I don’t want to get hard.” you tell yourself. You close your eyes and try to think of something else. Then you hear her moan in pleasure. “Don’t get hard.” you whisper to yourself. She is moaning louder and longer. “No I don’t want this.” you say aloud.

You open your eyes. The room is bright, and you are still in your bed. The nurse and MA, masked and gloved are helping remove your respirator tube. “Doctor, he is responsive.” she calls.

You look around. The room looks to be an ordinary hospital room with just your bed. You have tubes and electrodes connected to you. There are no restraints on your wrists and nothing on your penis except for a catheter. The doctor, masked and gloved, comes into the room. “Do you know where you are?” You nod. “County General Hospital” you respond with a raspy sound. “Good. Do you know why you are here?” he continues.“I was delirious, along with the other men.” The doctor looks at the nurse who shrugs. “You were delirious. You had a high fever and had contracted that virus going around. Have you traveled recently?” You nod and tell him about your business conference. He makes some notes on the electronic tablet. “You just were removed from the respirator; the virus affected your lungs and brain. I think you are over the worst of it. Rest and I will check on you again.”

You try to relax in the bed. You notice that the MA’s scrubs don’t look tight on her anymore, and she is cute, but not unbearably sexy.

“Nurse,” you ask, “Have I been in this room the whole time?” She nods, “You are a respiratory infection risk, so you are in an isolation room.” That makes sense. “Thanks, by the way, how many other patients have it right now?” “There are 7 others of you. That is why we must wear PPE around you. Rest, I will be back with some food.” “Thank you Mistress Nurse” you say. She turns, “What did you say?” You cough, “I said ‘Thank You, Nurse.’ see you in a bit.”

Looking around the room, it must have all been a dream. A fever dream, but only a dream.