Joni's Latest Employment - Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Business Voyage
Upon entering his office, I greeted, "Welcome to your coffee, mister." Donning a sheer, baby blue negligee, stockings, and heels, I revealed my charms. My intention was to put my assets on display as I made my way to place his favorite brew on a designated spot. Stopping only short of his desk, I bent over, providing him with a marvelous view of what was concealed beneath the lacy fabric. I asked, "Are you set for your journey, sir?" With a flattering confession, "I'm going to miss you, sir," I moved back, hooking my fingers at the catch on the negligee and peeled it off, exposing myself.
He quipped, "No, you won't miss me, Joni," while beckoning me to his desk. As I sat, I raised my legs to rest them on the arms of the chair, spreading wide for him. Incorporating this motion, I also massaged a breast and played with my visible genitalia. Smiling, he said, "You like it here, right? I mean, you're always nearly naked in the office, but I always have you expose yourself before me; it's a new requirement for the suite."
In reply, I confessed, "I do enjoy the physical offers from the others, sir, but it's you I truly offer my body to. Mister, you're the one I've made devoted to."
He chortled in response. "You'd miss me even after I've gone, Joni?"
With a crooked grin, I agreed, "Yes, sir." Gesturing to his crotch to follow, I took three steps forward as he instructed, kneeling before him before grasping his pants to remove them. Naked, aside from my stockings and shoes, I knelt and continued my entertainment.
Inquiring, "Do you get off from me masturbating before you, Joni?" I nodded, my face contorting from the arousal. "I like this regime here, you know," I shared. "It feels even more awkward but intensely erotic in this office setting. It doesn't bother me much when I sunbathe nearly nude and alone in the suite, nor when I masturbate for the others on the business trips. Here, though, it feels…inappropriate, which only heightens the thrill of the experience."
Curiously, he asked, "Is it wrong that I find your embarrassment appealing?"
I encouraged a chuckle-laugh. "Not in the slightest, sir. Doing this, willingly, seducing you, I know it's all going to lead to glorious orgasms. And as long as that's the case, it's a win-win."
"I get off on having you blush. So, how up-to-date is your passport?" he asked before further enticing me with the thought of seeing other countries outside of Canada. "Joni, tell me, have you slept with a man from non-North American countries, like France, England, or The Netherlands?"
The idea of international affairs leaving me weak in the knees had me exclaim, in thought of travel with him,"May I?"
He nodded, a bit surprised though pleased with my question. "You may what, dear?"
I paused to consider the ambition, "If I fuck you on the plane, will that be alright?"
"No, dear," he replied sensuously. "There are meetings to take over in Europe, but believe me, the week you'll have with me won't be wallflower quiet."
At his words, I climaxed right in front of him; weeks of pent-up lust flinging over the edge. With that, I was promptly ordered onto his desk, like the obedient secretary I had become.
Mr. Farnum and I reserved rooms next to one another on the fourteenth floor away from other company members. He kept me outside my room door, and I figured he wanted me to join him in his room. He removed my suit jacket from my shoulders and hung it over his arm.
"How was your flight, darling?" Mr. Farnum asked me.
I didn't expect those words. My face probably showed my confusion. "It was wonderful, sir. Very smooth."
He smiled, and his expression reminded me of times he'd set challenging tasks for me. "The pilots are in rooms 721 and 723, and they'll be flying us for the week. I bet it must be tedious when they're not flying, right?"
I nodded, realizing how I must look. Just sitting in a hotel room must be uneventful for them. "Do you think you could convey my gratitude to them, and find some way to make up for their waiting?"
His suggestions sunk in slowly. My thoughts were still on him asking me to be with him in his room. His hand moved to my chest, underneath my blouse, and he examined closely. "Their safety depends on them." He pressed down on my breast. "How much gratitude do you think is appropriate?"
I raised my eyebrows. I was shocked. But I also couldn't ignore the touch. "Are you saying you want me to show them quite a bit of appreciation?" I asked, struggling to comprehend.
He simply nodded, and he glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. They don't have anything planned for tomorrow, and you've shown you can function with little rest." His intentions were clear. "Make sure you rejoined me in your room before dressing and meeting me for breakfast."
We parted ways, and I returned to the elevator. I'd figured out what had happened. I was being sent to bed with two unfamiliar men, who Mr. Farnum trusted. I'd operated under his guidance in various sexual situations before, but what was different this time was that I'd do it without his presence. I paused, unnerved about the lack of security. I'd left behind a career and two jobs because of my sexual experiences, and now I found myself being interviewed for the role of a PA with a condition: a bedroom companion to four executives. He'd initiated my sexual metamorphosis that first weekend, having me strip naked in his home. The next day I fucked two of his golfing buddies. The following Sunday, all four execs had their way with me until the afternoon. I started wearing risque lingerie to work, and whenever the executives wanted, I performed oral and intercourse in their offices. Mr. Farnum was shocked by my newfound desires, and the first time revealed it was with a room full of nine men occupying me.
As I approached Room 721, I realized I was comfortable with his plan. I accepted that he wanted me to spend the night with the pilots. It wasn't negative. In fact, I could feel my excitement rising over my situation. I knew there was moisture between my thighs. Their absence of Mr. Farnum was transferable into the novelty of unknown men who trusted him.
I knocked on Room 721 first before heading to Room 723. A man I recognized as the co-pilot opened his door, followed by the other pilot. They both stood in the hall, gazing at me.
"Gentlemen," I started. It was hard to speak. I'd walked through several scenarios before this moment, but my lips froze. "Mr. Farnum wants to express his gratitude for your flying abilities and understanding that the time you're not in the skies can be dull. Perhaps his present to you might offer some sort of compensation."
The men stood silently, looking at one another. "His present?" one asked.
I swallowed hard and questioned my words. "He wants me to...express my appreciation, I suppose," I said, trying to hide my nerves.
They shared a glance, and then one asked, "What is Mr. Farnum's present?"
I moved into their space, unsure about how to express it. "It's difficult to convey in words." I hesitated. "Perhaps this will explain."
I moved closer, stepping towards the co-pilot. He allowed me to wrap my arms around him. My hands ran through his hair. I turned and held the other pilot's gaze, who allowed me to do the same. I was becoming aroused with their pleasure and fantasized about accommodating them. I couldn't look away before embracing them both and allowing them to hold me tight. I broke free and , with my heart pounding, headed to my room, anticipantion growing for the thrill of feeling them.
Contemplating my journey, my face flushed. Mr. Farnum had removed an inhibition, found someone else's role in sexual exploration and now expected me to double down. The two men came to expect that I would be desire-ridden and turned on by him, and I accepted his suggestion. "They are essential for our well-being," he might have later said, "and by all means, honor them."
I nodded, and started undoing the buttons on my blouse. They watched with wide eyes. When I'd pulled the blouse out of my skirt and completely unbuttoned it, I met their gaze. "Yes, sirs. His gift... me... for the night." I paused, gauging their reaction. They didn't look like they believed, but maybe it was because they knew I worked for him. I took a deep breath, glanced along the empty hallway, and removed my unbuttoned blouse. Handing it to one, I unzipped my skirt and shimmied it off my hips and gave it to the other. I stood in the hallway in matching lace bra and thong, stockings, and heels, showing myself off. "I'm available to both of you all night." I paused again, studying their faces. It occurred to me that they might be married and faithful to their wives, something I hadn't considered before. "Will you accept Mr. Farnum's gift, sirs?" Their expressions might've still suggested disbelief, but the lifting corners of their lips showed they weren't about to say no. I smiled. It would be so embarrassing to be seen as a slut and passed over.
"Is this for real?" the captain asked cautiously, glancing up and down the hallway. I shook my head. The longer I stood half-naked, offering myself to them, the more turned on I became. I knew my thong was already soaked and my nipples were rock-hard through the lace of my bra. The fear of being seen or discovered by a passerby increased my arousal. Mr. Farnum had introduced me to exhibitionism, and these men didn't know it, but they were fueling that desire.
Both men tore their gazes away from my nearly naked body and smiled at each other. "You're serious," the copilot added for more assurance but with a growing acceptance.
"Definitely serious, gentlemen. I have a... special relationship with Mr. Farnum as his assistant. He occasionally uses me to provide favors to others - favors that I quite enjoy."
I needed to leave the hallway and get into a private area. There was no rush, but I wanted to avoid guests or an incident reaching the hotel staff. Plus, I was a little worried about the pilots potentially facing consequences at their company. So, I undid my bra clasp and slipped it off my shoulders, handing it to the pilot along with my blouse. Next, I slid my thong down my legs and handed it to the copilot. He took it by accident and looked at me and the pilot.
"Holy shit," he said, looking at both of us. "It's soaked."
The smile I gave them was sex-filled. "Definitely, gentlemen, and I definitely need some relief."
Upon entering the room and laying down on the bed, I reached for one of the men's belts, unzipped his pants, and began stroking his cock. The other man did the same to his, their shirts off and pants removed as they listened to my sensual moves. They both looked amazed by the predicament they found themselves in, and I couldn't blame them.
I didn't stop my hand movements on their cocks, but I took a moment to consider if I wanted a really big cock - like the ones I'd seen in porn. What if I could experience that? Could my pussy handle it? How far could I take it?
Finally, I climbed onto the bed, and the pilot lined his cock up with my wet pussy while the copilot leaned over me. I opened my mouth and took his cock in, feeling extra horny from the exhibitionism. The pilot thrust his hips, and his cock touched my pussy opening.
"Damn," he groaned, "she's soaked and so warm."
The copilot laughed and rubbed his cock into my mouth. "I told you she's always ready."
I moved on to the other man's cock, then began sucking him, all while feeling the pilot's cock slide into me. I was stroking and licking them both, and they were both moaning from the pleasure.
It only took a few more minutes before they were both rock hard and ready. I spread my legs wider, inviting them to join me. One was between my thighs, the other beside my head, and I turned to face him so he was at my mouth. After a moment's hesitation, they both gave in to their lust and began to fuck me, him in my pussy and the other in my mouth. They both groaned and moaned, becoming more and more aroused.
It was then that I wondered what it would be like to have a truly great cock, one from porn. Mr. Farnum had opened up my sexual world, and now, I yearned for even more experiences. Could I find out what it was like to have a gigantic cock in front of me? A cock so big, it threatened to break me? It was just a fantasy now, though. Mr. Farnum had already provided me with so much, but...
The pilot slipped his member into me, rearranged his position, and began fiercely pounding me. I was taken aback by how rapidly he appeared to be reaching climax. The co-pilot then stepped out, and the pilot, still thrusting, said, "Quick, into the mini-bar."
After I fetched a bourbon and returned, he handed it to me as well. We sat down as they wore their boxers and I remained naked. Both looked a bit bashful about our nakedness, but their eagerness to continue came through.
"I felt that was fantastic," the pilot said. "Do you often engage with Mr. Farnum in this way?"
The co-pilot and the pilot were intrigued by my response and dissatisfied with my bland answer. So, I blurted out, "Sometimes I act upon Mr. Farnum's curiosity. I like to have sex."
I downed a few bottles of liquor. As I became more honest, I revealed my real thoughts.
"Do you like doing this?" one asked, prying more.
I shrugged, "I just enjoy having sex. It's not that." The thought that I had been burying resurfaced; I wanted more respect from them. "I thought that I'd be appreciated more, treated as an equal rather than a simply fucked object," I confessed, realizing I'd said too much.
I grabbed both hands, pulling them up. "And you're not done with me yet?"
I nimbly removed my boxers and gazed eagerly at their aroused penises.
"Have you ever experienced a double penetration?" I asked temptingly, and they grinned suggestively before one replied, "Let me prelubricate."
It was astonishing how fast he moved. He was behind me, thrusting into me as the other watched. After a while, he pulled out of me, and I faced the co-pilot, sitting down on his still-hard cock. I stood, grabbed his cock, and inserted it into my already-used anus.
I ensured they'd finished with, "Have you ever experienced a double penetration?" My words worked on them; they leered with lusty anticipation. The one behind me, still stiff, laid me on my back. We had a reverse-fusion as he stood, his hard cock positioned for re-entry. They began to explore the hidden depths of my body without a thought of modesty.
Their stamina lasted longer the second time; hesitant to come due to their curiosity towards such a novel experience. They started to form a rotation: The man in my ass took a break, and then the man in my pussy became the primary fucker. I knew both the men enjoyed the sheer craziness of it all.
One had climaxed, but I felt the other would follow soon. I positioned them such that the last one on top would still thrust into me while the other provided the most intense thrusts below. They worked together, each taking turns thrusting into me. They had the unintended feel of having practiced this before, merely uncovering a hidden talent.
And then, as I could nearly discern the moment of the final ejaculation, I urged them to "Hold on and switch."
It was an awkward adjustment, but by the time we were back on track, I found myself lying between the two men who had cum but were still ready for more. It was a strange sight, with a used but firm cock in my ass and the man in my pussy on top, pushing in and out while cumming over me. We both climaxed simultaneously.
Lying content on a king-sized bed together, we relaxed to recuperate. One of them whispered softly, "I'd love to experience your bottom, too. I've never had the chance. It seems so snug."
I chuckled, feeling comfy in their company. The situation was more fun than I ever imagined when I found myself among strangers. "Can you ejaculate three times?" I queried with curiosity.
He chortled. "I didn't know I was capable of cumming twice. I'd never tried to find out." The other one concurred. "Maybe with some more drinks."
I sat up, intrigued by the prospect of helping them. "I doubt another beverage will aid in that matter." I pondered for a second. "What would be stimulating that could potentially assist?"
The men sat up too and faced me in the middle. They were mulling it over. "Remember when you disrobed in the hallway?"
The other chimed in, "Would you stride naked down the hallway and come back?"
I grinned. It was amusing to witness their excitement. Yet, I questioned, "Wouldn't there be security cameras in hotels?"
"What if they spot and detain us?" Why couldn't I simply apologize profusely instead of engaging in such behavior? What would they possibly do if no one was injured?
I eased myself from the bed and the two hastened to put on their underwear. They weren't going to join in my exhibitionism. I checked both directions down the corridor and spotted a hallway. They opened the door and maintained it ajar, using a shoe to hold it. I began striding down the hallway, and even I felt drawn to the idea. It was late, and most rooms were silent, few exceptions - TV sounds. As I approached the end, butterflies stirred in my stomach. What would happen if somebody emerged or opened a door out of curiosity now? There was nowhere to go if I was discovered. Upon my return to them, they were filled with pride. I glanced away and detected the sign for the stairs.
I inquired, "Do you have the key?" The pilot responded in affirmation. I gestured to the stairs. They hesitated but complied, stepping out from their room. "Make sure this door doesn't self-lock on me." They nodded and watched me ascend the stairs. I paused at the landing between floors and listened. Nighttime brought unique sounds in every building, and this one was no exception. Every random noise made me believe I was about to be caught. I emerged in a different room and hesitantly checked at the end.
Returning, I scaled the stairs faster, lost in passion. I tossed myself upon them, swarming them with kisses. The stairway door shut behind us as we raced back to the room, where the shoe still held the door open.
As the door closed at last, I was down on my knees, removing their pants and accepting their genitals into my mouth. Before long, we were all amazed and turned on, partaking in another double penetration. It lasted longer this time, and by the end, I was quite fucked.
It was the elevator ride back to my room that made me rethink the entire scenario. The experience with the two pilots had been enjoyable and satifying, and I appreciated their delay in judging me. But as I awaited the elevator's rise to my floor, I observed a change: I didn't like being viewed as a slut by these men, even if I had consented to it. Was I truly comfortable with respect and trust? The question surfaced again.
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End of the story, 'JONI'S NEW JOB.' Joni's adventures continue in 'JONI'S NEXT JOB,' where she finds herself in an interracial office, to be released soon.
THE END
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