New Opportunity for Joni: Chapter 5
I showed up at work earlier than usual because I couldn't stop thinking about what happened this past weekend. I kept seeing the cocks and even cucumbers in my dreams. Today, I could feel that I might be aware of my arousal all the time while I'm in the office or with any of them. On Friday and Sunday, certain emotions were connected to those men, and my pussy and ass were still a bit tender from Sunday, but not too much.
Every person I greeted and met with their hands touching me increased my excitement even more. Late morning, when the three Vice Presidents dropped by my desk and handed me a hundred dollar bills, I said no. I didn't want money to make me feel like a prostitute. "I'm your assistant," I told them. "Besides, I suggested you'll buy me lingerie instead."
When they returned late afternoon with shopping bags, I was surprised. They took out several items, most of them being sheer lingerie, including bras and thongs. Some items were transparent enough to see almost everything through. A few were baby-doll nightgowns - I imagined wearing them while spending nights or weekends with each of them.
Throughout the day, the four of them were in the conference room, and I assumed it was normal for people in their position. So, I carried on doing my work.
A few hours later, Mr. Farnum called me into the conference room with an instruction that shocked me. "Undress, Joni." I took that as if I'd wear stockings and heels for their pleasure.
I placed my tablet on the table, undressed to what would be considered street clothes in most places, yet appropriate for this office. After we were all undressed, the men took a minute to look at each other's view before telling me to sit down. Although I serviced three of them with my mouth this morning, I still don't know if this would lead to another group experience. Mr. Edwards was the only one that didn't join in since he was mostly on the phone all day, but I did send a kiss to him, knowing he'd be entertained later.
"We came to talk about a proposed change to your responsibilities, Joni," Farnum began. But with most of us nude, the only conclusion I could make was that this had to be a sexual matter. "Since you've already agreed to a contract for your role in the office, we think it's only right that you know what we're considering."
Having offered to perform any act when requested, Joni responded, "Gentlemen, I would've thought you'd know that you just have to tell me what you want."
"We were just discussing a proposed change to your position, Joni," the head of the meeting continued. "Since you have entered into an agreement with us, it's only fair that you should be made aware of any changes to your position."
"Gentlemen, you just need to tell me your desires, formal or informal," I reassured them. "I didn't realize it would have taken so long for you to say a few words."
They chuckled as if I'd just reminded them of a funny improvisation show, and Farnum said, "We were discussing whether to expand your role beyond a regular assistant." Following this announcement, I believed that my other duties would become more accommodating, and I thought of all the possible pleasures I could give these men.
"Thank you, dear," he continued, "but we don't want to impose too much. You're a stubborn and powerful woman. We appreciate that about you. It heightens the excitement of what you're willing to do for us." I showed off my breasts for them all to see. It was as if they could read my mind, they grinned. "What if, with your consent, we set up a lockable closet in our private bathroom? You could use it to store your clothes. Our idea is that you come to and leave work dressed as you normally would, but then change into an outfit more... more fitting for your role." They were looking at me intently. This was definitely a change.
"Since our office suite is secure, it should be safe. If an unexpected situation arises and someone needs to enter, you can retreat to the restroom to dress." He smirked. "Perhaps clean up, as well, if needed." I nodded in understanding.
I looked at each of them, especially Mr. Farnum. "If needed, sir?" I asked, making sure to smile.
"Simply tell me what you'd like me to do, I'm at your mercy," he responded. Ultimately, I assumed he expected me to respond the way I did. I'm not usually stubborn or strong, but in his presence, I was a submissive slut. "What did you have in mind for my... what did you call it?... more suitable attire?"
"Use your creativity, dear," he said with satisfaction. "I'm positive you won't let us down."
I slid the chair back I was seated on. I was still playing with my breast. I then began stimulating my pussy. They wanted me half-naked in the office, but right now, I hoped for more attention. "The potential of getting found out adds to the excitement," I said. "What can I do for you, gentlemen?" It was a simple question but full of potential. I then remembered Mr. Edwards. "Sir," I addressed him, "you've had a very busy day..."
He shook his head, quickly stood from his chair, and unzipped his pants. I made my way around the table, passing each of the other men who took the chance to touch my naked body in some way. I approached Mr. Edwards and knelt before him.
Before I could do anything, he was out of his chair and I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy. "You're an amazing slut, Joni. Always moist and ready," he exclaimed as his cock slid deeper inside me.
"I like how your cunt muscles squeeze," Mr. Adams commented casually.
"Fuck," Mr. Edwards responded, "she's squeezing her muscles now. Oh... fuck... yes." He started to fuck me at a frantic pace. I raised up slightly, giving my breasts a chance to bounce. I knew how much the men loved that sight. I found his rhythm and added my own movements. While they tend to be quick when fucking at work, I might need some extra stimulation to join them. When he erupted his cum into my pussy, I joined him in an orgasm.
I dropped my head onto my folded arms, enjoying the feel of his semi-flaccid cock and his heavy breathing. When he pulled out, another cock was thrusting towards me. It was Mr. Adams, who I had sucked to fulfillment that morning, but not yet fucked. I was prepared to give him the same pleasure. As he was the only one who hadn't fucked me yet, I expected Mr. Jackson would be using me after Mr. Adams. It was quite a treat.
* * * *
I knocked on Mr. Farnum's open door. "What's on your mind, dear?" he asked, ending his call. His gaze traveled over my body. He smiled even wider, "Have you accepted our suggested alteration to your position?" His eyes moved around my naked body once more. It was amazing how this job was more than I could have ever imagined. While it was hard to imagine such a job, this was what it had turned into. "You're a strong and independent woman, but I can sense that you're open to new experiences," he continued.
"I'm willing to adapt to fit your expectations," I replied with a sly smile.
I stared down at my bare body. I mirrored his grin, "No sir ... uhmm ... not intentionally. After getting fucked ..." Then, it was strange feeling naked in his office while he was clothed. It was thrilling, though. Exposure. And that's what they desired in different ways, correct? "Sir, I want to make sure I understand the new proposition. You want me to work naked or almost so, right?"
"Will this be a problem for you, sweetheart? You promised me,"
"No issue, sir. If you remember, you made me strip which provoked me to anticipate being stuffed. I was highly aroused at the moment of that conversation. I just wanted to ensure my arousal didn't misinterpret your suggestion."
* * * *
The following morning, I put together all the things the guys had bought me into a big bag. Since the outfits I'd wear to and from work wouldn't be the enticing ones, I reverted to more suitable work attire. I would allow people to believe the more revealing ensembles were just me trying too hard to satisfy my new bosses. This whole thing seemed impossibly recent when I remembered all I had encountered in this short period.
I got to the office early to prepare for a fascinating day. It was still a half-hour before I expected any of the executive officers to arrive. I placed the bag on my desk and examined the rest of the office. It felt very exposed in that chilled realization of what I was about to do and what they wanted me to do. The day before when I walked from the conference room to Mr. Farnum's office naked, I felt overstimulated after being fucked multiple times. It felt different in the sober, quiet moment as I looked around the office of corporate settings and items.
I reached behind my back, unzipped the dress, and went to the executive restroom. I didn't know where I would store everything in the bag and was surprised to see what appeared like a huge hardwood locker you might find in an upscale gym. How they'd installed it so fast was further evidence of what men with power and influence could achieve.
I got padded hangers from the bag and hung up the see-through nightgowns. I arranged the bras, thongs, and stockings on the small shelves. My body started tingling as I contemplated what I was doing. The crotch of the thongs would become too wet and need to be changed during the day. The stockings would become damaged from constant kneeling. I felt thankful for the clothing allowance from Mr. Farnum and the gifts from the other men.
I took off the dress and hung it up. I wasn't certain what I'd wear that day in the office, but I'd picked out one of the bra and thong sets they gave me. They were white lace and incredibly sheer. The bra was a shelf bra so my nipples didn't protrude through the fabric. The support only held up my full C-cup breasts. I enjoyed the open sensation with a bra on. The dress I wore before masked this truth. I looked in the mirror over the toilet. This would be a good opening outfit.
I'd finished making coffee and powered on the equipment when I heard the lock click on the main door into the suite.
I couldn't believe how jittery I was despite the guys requesting this precarious situation. I was almost shaking. Even though the executive suite was restricted access, someone with a snoopy nature might peek into the 'forbidden sanctum', as people refer to it.
"Damn," Mr. Edwards breathed upon seeing me enter his office wearing sheer white shelf bra, thong, stockings, and high heels. "You purposely made coming to the office exciting before, Joni. You just made it even better."
As I welcomed him with a kiss on his lips, he pulled me tightly against him. I chuckled, "I can feel how thrilled you are to be at work, sir." He laughed and pressed his growing cock against me as he returned the kiss followed by a playful swat on my ass cheek as he walked into his office.
I greeted the other men in a similar manner. I took a mug of coffee to Mr. Farnum's office. I put the mug on his desk, then twirled around with my arms outstretched. "Mr. Farnum, what do you think?"
He chuckled. Clearly, I already knew what each man thought, and he did too. "A stunning selection for today's activities," he said after a thorough inspection.
I chuckled, yet again. "It seems I've got a lot of 'first days', sir."
I swiveled around toward Mr. Farnum, whose grin grew exponentially. "Gol," he encouraged, "your skills are in demand."
Instead of sprinting there, I decided to only stride casually, granting one last glance at Mr. Farnum before doing so. My show-stopping smile lingered on his face as I retreated from his view. Inside Mr. Edwards’s office, I asked, "Is this a webinar, sir?"
His raised eyebrows indicated that there was no webinar, instead providing a satisfactory response. "No, and this would've been awkward for everyone if they'd seen me wriggling during my orgasm."
"Indeed, sir," I replied confidently. With my back to the wall, his desk was in front of me, and his chair rolled toward me as I bent over backward. "Are you okay back there, Joni?" he inquired.
"I'm fine, sir. Or will be, once you're filling my mouth," I joked while beaming. Unsurely, he questioned, "Should I hold off climaxing for the call?"
He laughed. "Your mouth is impressive, madam. Not completely in your command, though. But, yes, as long as you can."
Reverently, I inched my way backward as he glided his chair closer to me. I was already reaching for him when the sound of a ringing phone broke the silence. Startled, I asked, "Who's on the phone?"
Calmly, he answered, "It's another call he's in charge of, I'm just observing for now." I nodded in understanding, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. After listening to the initial conversations, he discretely informed me, "I'll signal you whenever it's proper to take it off mute."
Inspired by this rather unique situation, I focused on diligently sucking the raindrop I just found on Mr. Edwards' cock while he listened in silence for the first few seconds. It was exhilarating, offering me a sensation unlike any other previous encounter.
Although I was determined to avoid his climax for as long as possible, I discovered that achieving this challenge was really proving problematic. With the frequent telephone conversations and vulgar sounds from his co-workers, it drove him nearer the edge with each lick and suck. I competed with each passing minute in a bid to keep his climax at bay, which he found entertainingly surprising. His erect rod steadfastly remained sexually eager and unyielding.
Lost in my own world, I didn't notice his sudden movement. His chair swiftly retreated; I instantly arched backward, bewildered. My body contortion rendered no concealment. I spun around to find the phone hovering above him. "Why did this call end so early?" he inquired, alluding to his telephone business conclusions.
Dramatically, I hopped up and sauntered into Mr. Adams's office. He scanned the scene and bellowed in merriment at the kinky sight he witnessed. He gestured, requesting that I proceed to the floor and position myself behind his desk. He listened to my sudden interruption with amusement. Then, he motioned me to take my place at his side.
Scrambling back into position, I realized I'd left my thong on the floor where Mr. Farnum picked it up. "Um, do you mind, Mr. Adams?" I asked embarrassed.
Caught by surprise, he laughed and said, "I can't really wear that in here."
My heart raced as I pirouetted in my skirt, astounded. "Do you find that amusing, sir?" I chided teasingly.
He thoroughly enjoyed my performance. "Certainly do."
We exchanged positions, him standing and me facing the desk, coated in anticipatory pleasures. His work pants were sawn down to just under his boxers. "Well, you know what I want," he said, already unzipping.
So eager, I eagerly helped push down his underwear; his regular affection was noticeably lacking.
I was told to lie on his desk with him after he pushed aside some papers. He dragged me to the edge and my butt dangled over, legs raised and pushed back towards me. I held them and spread them wide. He directed his cock to my pussy, teasingly sliding the head in and out, pressing on my clit at the top and the open hole at the bottom. My entire body craved that fuck. My nipples were rock-hard, my breath heavy, and my pussy dripping.
"Please, boss," I pleaded with my voice and eyes as his hard cock teased me, "I didn't orgasm with Mr. Edwards. I sucked him too long, and he...he came before I could." I lifted my head to gaze at his cock near my pussy. "Please, boss, please fuck me. I need to orgasm, boss. Please," I begged.
"You're really turning into a slut, Joni," he said, keeping his cock at the edge of my pussy but not pushing in yet. "Even begging for an orgasm from your superiors?"
"OH YES, BOSS," I shouted louder. "You guys wanted a slut for your use. I am that slut, boss. I'm content to be that slut, boss. I'll take your cum all day. I simply need orgasms, too." I rocked my hips, trying to impale myself but the angle made it difficult and the head barely moved. His fingers pinched both nipples and twisted them. I winced and he thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock fully into my pussy. "OH ... FUCK ... YESSSSS," I shouted. He held my nipples and then gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the desk, pulling his cock back, and thrusting powerfully.
He grunted with it and I continued to moan and pant, gasping for air. I slid my own hand down and caressed my clit. My passion level was high after nearly reaching an orgasm but not quite with Mr. Edwards. Mr. Adams' powerful thrusts had my arousal rising quickly and I only needed a little help. I would climax, then urge his cum to enter my pussy.
He noticed my fingers touching my clit. "Yes, slut," he growled between grunts. "Yes, Joni ... cum on my cock. I want to feel your...warm juices washing...my cock."
I arched my back off the desk when my orgasm hit. He held my hips and continued thrusting strongly as my body trembled and I wailed. My pussy contracted around the thrusting cock as if trying to hold it but it continued to thrust in and out, long and powerful.
My orgasm must have prompted him. As my orgasm started to wane, I felt him tense, his cock swelling and pulsing moments before more cum gushed into my pussy. He leaned forwards, bracing himself with his hands on the desk on either side of me. His cock inside me leaked the final drops of cum before it popped free. My pussy spasmed around it, and our breathing was ragged and uneven.
Our eyes met. I offered him a faint smile. He leaned in and kissed me ardently. I sucked in his breath. He pulled away slightly, "You're extraordinary, Joni."
I gripped his head and pulled him back for another kiss. "Thank you, boss," I said slyly, "You all have pushed me to perform at my job."
He laughed as he slowly pulled his cock from my twice-filled, grasping pussy. I stood up, ready for his chair to clean his cock, a job I always looked forward to.
I hadn't yet returned to Mr. Edwards' office to retrieve my thong when I entered Mr. Jackson's office. He looked at me and chuckled, "You look like a well-fucked assistant, Joni. You look like you sounded a few minutes ago."
I grinned as I stepped into his office, one hand feeling a breast held in place by a bra. "I was thinking, boss," I didn't finish.
He undid his belt and removed his slacks and underwear, even staying seated. His cock was already standing firm, no doubt from the audio of my orgasm with Mr. Adams. I approached him, bent down to take his cock in my mouth for a moment, then turned to face him. I straddled his legs, reached for his cock, and lowered myself, swallowing it whole in one motion. The earlier fuck and two loads of cum had my pussy very lubricated so my muscles were able to provide the desired effect.
After yet another orgasm and another load of cum for my pussy, I left for the restroom to clean another cock. I used tissues to wipe my messy pussy and a damp towel to freshen up.
I stood at my desk, contemplating my next move. Should I go get my thong? My gaze drifted to office number four. The one I hadn't been intimate in yet, at least not this morning. I made a decision and turned around, unhooked my bra, and set it down on my desk. What's the point of wearing a bra without a thong?
I approached Mr. Farnum's open door. As soon as he noticed me, he chuckled, "Seems like you've had quite a busy morning. It looks like you started the day with a bra and panties on."
He motioned for me to sit in the seat in front of his desk. I obliged and crossed my legs. I guess it's a habit. "The thong is somewhere in Mr. Edwards's office. The bra is still on my desk." I shrugged, "What's the point of wearing a bra without a thong?" He nodded in agreement.
"Since you're essentially naked, uncross your legs." I swiftly moved my legs to the armrests, revealing my now-exposed genitals. He watched closely as I quickly complied without any conscious thought. "Now place your knees over the armrests."
I didn't hesitate. Instead, I smiled at him then shifted my bottom on the seat to ensure my knees cleared the armrests. My pussy, wet with cum from this morning, was spread open for him to see. He was enjoying this. The more he seemed to enjoy it, the more embarrassed I felt.
"How many times have you been fucked?" he asked conversationally.
"Three times today, sir. All three men came inside me."
He nodded. "Masturbate." It was a simple statement, like a harmless request. Except it wasn't. My eyes darted from his gaze down to my genitals, and I noticed the visible remnants of cum in my pussy. I looked back up at him. He was amused. The more he showed it, the more self-conscious I grew.
"How many times have you been fucked, Joni?" His voice had a challenging tone to it.
"Three times this morning, sir. All three filled me up."
"That's good," he said more confidently. "Masturbate." This time, his command was clear.
I didn't hesitate, moving my hand from resting on my leg to my visibly wet pussy. Without taking my eyes off him, I slid a finger inside my pussy. He enjoyed the show, his gaze focused on my hand thrusting in and out of my pussy.
"You're not submissive, Joni. You're a strong, determined woman. But you're complying with my instructions, even these embarrassing ones. You're an intriguing individual," he commented.
"Thank you, sir," I breathed out as my hand moved faster, increasing my arousal. "I don't even understand it myself. I'm extremely aroused ... mmmm ... just by following your directions."
"Do you think you're a slut, Joni?" His tone was casual.
"I don't know, sir. It would be hard for me to determine if that's the case."
"Let's see. Last weekend you fucked two guys you didn't know. Or how about that? You were with all four of us for hours on Sunday," he added casually. "How about this?" he continued as quiet amusement crept into his tone. "What if you fucked eight or more men for hours on end?"
"A gangbang, sir?" I gasped out. "Are you planning that for me?"
"I was just thinking out loud, dear," he explained. "How exciting is this for you?" I nodded, my voice wavering. "I want you to come now." It was no longer casual; it was a demand.
I removed my other hand from my leg and placed it back on my pussy. I moaned softly as my fingers stimulated my clitoris. It took a few minutes under his watchful eye before I finally reached orgasm. My body convulsed, and my knees fell to the arms of the chair. My legs spread even wider as my head fell back, eyes closed, and my lips parted as I panted rather heavily. I had yet another orgasm that day.
As I recovered, I readjusted my position to how it was before, sitting with my legs over the armrests. He watched my every movement. "Now that you're back in your original position," he said in a firmer tone, "I feel the need to fuck you." He stood up and loosened his pants. "I've filled your pussy three times this morning," he reminisced.
"If you're open to a suggestion, sir," I said through my breathless state, "you could use the cum to lubricate my ass. It'll be tighter than my pussy, sir."
He seemed to like the idea, and he did it. And this was only the morning.
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