New Position for Joni in Chapter 6
Chapter 6: More Time in the Office
Arriving early as usual, I had dressed for the day ahead, started the coffee machine, and turned on the printer/copier when I heard the door open.
"Good morning, beautiful," Mr. Farnum's voice echoed from the front of the suite.
I turned towards him, "Good morning, sir," I responded, pressing the paper tray shut after filling it and standing. I walked towards him to greet him properly.
"Wow," he gasped. "The changes you've made to your office attire are fabulous."
I had chosen a long, see-through nightgown for my outfit. It had a single clasp just below the bust area to hold it somewhat closed. It was closed if I stood still, but every step parted the gown, allowing the material to flow to the sides and expose me. Beneath, I was wearing matching white high heels, not stockings, and no underwear.
I halted ten feet away and performed a full spin. The gown, of course, opened fully as I spun. "Do you like it, sir?"
We embraced in a passionate greeting kiss. His hands delved inside the gown to caress my nakedness underneath. We kissed, and then he invited me for coffee. After placing the mug on his desk, he indicated the chairs in front. As I sat, the gown parted to each side, leaving me almost completely exposed. I crossed my legs deliberately, showcasing my glistening pussy. He watched intently and smiled as I completed the move.
Focusing on me, he asked, "What's on the agenda today, Joni?" He sipped his coffee while leaning back in his chair.
I tapped awake my ever-present tablet and flipped through calendars and task apps. "Mr. Adams is leaving for a West Coast tour of the plants there." I switched to his task app. "Your day looks good, sir." I made eye contact. "However, you still need to respond to the project proposal from the Houston office," I paused, "and," I glanced down and back up, "have you replied to the visit request from the Netherlands facility?"
He nodded, picked up a blue folder (I used color to highlight priorities for men), and began sifting through it. He leaned back in his chair and continued gazing at me.
"That's it, sir," I added, thinking he was waiting for more. There was always a lot of work to be done, but I only filled him in on priority tasks.
He nodded again. He seemed to be contemplating something. Eventually, he focused on my face, "Have you ever been to the Netherlands, Joni?" I chuckled, unsure whether he was joking or serious. "It's a goodwill visit timed for the completion of a major project. It involves the customer and celebration." A pause. "Check your passport's validity." I was taken aback. I knew it was still valid since I had visited a Caribbean resort the previous year.
I left his office, still bemused, and walked into Mr. Jackson's arms, sharing another kiss. More fondling ensued.
The long gown became less than ideal for sitting at a desk, and it often pulled in the back if I didn't adjust. I managed to figure out a way, but it necessitated constant thought each time.
"Joni," Mr. Edwards called from the side, "do you have a moment?"
"As long as you need it, sir." I responded with a playful smile. We did indeed get a lot of work done, and I picked up my tablet as I rose.
He beckoned me to the visitor chairs in front of his desk. I sat using the same leg-crossing method. "I love that gown, Joni," he said. "And everything you wear always looks great on you."
"I don't wear much, sir," I replied, laughing.
"Precisely," he retorted with a big grin. He shifted gears and started discussing a new tax proposal in the California legislature, seeking my input. It seemed my proofreading and grammar checks were highly valued. In reality, I utilized the Grammarly app after my initial proofreading.
"I was pondering something as I made my way into the office today," I knew the heavy discussions were through. I shifted in my seat, and he caught the subtle sign. I gave a little tease when the important conversations halted. My nakedness felt different from flaunting, but I waited for him to follow through. "Perhaps you'll become worn out by it?" He contemplated as I watched. "Does the thought of this ever make you regret your actions?"
I grinned at him, then slowly parted my legs within the chair's confines. I gently undid the robe at my chest, revealing my C-cups. "Thank you, sir. Your consideration is why I'm a devoted servant to all of you. A few weeks have passed, but it feels natural to me now." My fingers played with my breast as he observed. "I believe these four men have created the slut within me that you always wanted. Am I correct, sir?"
Silence from him, and I decided to accept his silence as my answer. I hopped off the chair and stood before him. He watched as I revealed my flesh. My breasts were presented proudly to him as my boss. "My lips, pussy, or ass, sir?"
He merely leaned back, allowing me to uncover my entire body. Him seeing me exposed did not faze him, but when his cock started to stir, I knew he'd make a choice.
"Mouth, pussy, or ass, Joni?"
I paused. I enjoyed his questions, but he hadn't yet explicitly made his final decision. I played with my nipple in anticipation. "I'm ready for you."
He stood up without a word and moved around the desk. I turned to face him, bending down with my legs spread wide, and caught a glimpse of his semi-hard cock. I caressed my pussy, inviting him closer as I felt wet. He grasped his member and pressed it to my lips. I licked him, taking his cock into my mouth. After several sucks and licks, I demanded his choice.
"Pussy, ass, or mouth, sir?"
He stared intently into my eyes, causing my pussy to grow moist. "You're quite the woman, Joni." His lips curled into a smile. "Aren't we all like that?"
My grin lowered, a little disappointed that he didn't take ownership of me. "Still makes me feel special, though."
We went around the desk. I bent over his desk, bracing on my forearms with my upper body. A few papers were scattered and I quickly set them aside. His cock found my entrance; a sight that filled me with excitement. "You're always ready to be taken, Joni."
"Yes, sir," I declared adoringly. With a forceful push, his cock thrust into me. Each thrust was accompanied by my groans and sighs. It wasn't long before I could feel the joy carefully contained, angled to fill my mind with lust. As he relentlessly pounded me, I struggled against the need to orgasm. Suddenly, Mr. Jackson approached the desk, standing near one of the chairs. This was not normal. He seemed to be observing, but not joining in.
"Thank you, Wayne," Mr. Edwards stated. Then he abruptly stopped thrusting into my pussy and held his position. I glanced ahead to see Mr. Jackson approaching. He had something in his hand, but my foggy mind could not recognize it at first. "Changing my mind," he announced. With his words, I could feel the lube being spread over my anus. He entered me from behind.
"Thank you, sir," I breathed, turning my head to indicate Mr. Jackson's presence. He stayed silent, a simple watcher. My gaze returned to Mr. Edwards as he filled my posterior. His cock inserted at a more angles made me gasp in both pleasure and pain. The new position allowed better reach for me to play with my nipples, which I did. My back arched with each thrust into my rear. Mr. Jackson watched, aroused by my open ass.
"I love these ads," Mr. Jackson murmured approvingly as he stroked his erection. "How do you feel about this?" He questioned, voicing both concern and admiration.
"I'll take anything you're willing to give me," I whispered.
My boss's cock hit bottom within me, filling my rear entirely, and I moaned at the new sensation. He locked eyes with me, then resumed thrusting forcefully. My breasts swayed above his desk. Another presence was felt - Mr. Jackson observing my rear being filled. He was aroused by my open leather skirt, which lifted, revealing my exposed ass. Mr. Edwards was approaching his climax, and I knew I was close as well. When the feeling burst within me, I quivered and squeaked in delight.
Mr. Edwards slowed, imperceptibly at first, but then steadily. I braced myself, on the brink of the moment. Mr. Edwards's climax came loudly, his orgasm sending him into a quivering event. I waited in anticipation, but there was no withdrawal. Another thought crossed my mind - the gel at my asshole was his semen. My muscles clenched around it, milking his cock, and trapping it. Mr. Edwards took a step back and reached into his trousers. With an abrupt movement, he tore a piece off of his tissue. He used it to wipe off his member. He returned to his chair with a grin. I knew my next instructor was waiting for me.
He slammed my pussy just as hard as Mr. Edwards had my ass. After we both reached our climax, I wiped his cock with a towel and returned to my desk.
Mr. Farnum asked, "So what happened to your nightgown, honey?" He asked so casually that he could have inquired about a missing pen.
"You must have heard," I joked.
"Well, since there's no one pounding on our doors yet, I can assume our soundproofing is excellent."
"Sorry, sir," I apologized, "I'll try to show more self-control in the future."
"Nonsense, dear. Why would that be enjoyable?"
* * * *
"Mr. Farnum," I said at his office, "just a reminder that your conference call with Mexico is in 15 minutes."
"Thanks, Joni," Farnum said with a big grin. I had no intention of retrieving my discarded nightgown from Mr. Edwards' office. "Remember how you assisted Dan (Mr. Edwards) during his conference call?" I chuckled, of course, I had. It was underneath his desk giving handjobs. It occurred to me he'd want the same treatment. I approached silently wearing only heels, my tits shaking with each vertical motion.
I crawled under the conference table, turned and waited. Farnum pulled up his chair and sat down. Two more VP chairs appeared on either side of him, and their pants were opened.
I wrapped his cock in my mouth, sucking him from head to balls. As I tolled back up, I bumped my head on the underside of the table, making them chuckle. I moved to the middle cock and back to Mr. Farnum.
"Good idea, Joni." Farnum explained, "keep us hard without letting us cum."
"Yas... sir," I mumbled with his cock in my mouth. I grinned, knowing that they'd both be fucked after the call was over.
For about 30 minutes, I stayed under the table on my knees, moving between the three dicks with my mouth and tongue, ensuring they were all hard but not close to climaxing. I felt their groans of frustration even though they asked me to stop.
Once they said 'goodbye' to their Mexican counterparts, I watched them roll their chairs back and followed suit. I slipped off my heels and crawled out while still undressed. All three men discarded their pants, revealing their hard dicks. I twirled my nipples absentmindedly and rubbed my soaked pussy. After they all agreed that they would not cum, I anticipated the fucking I'd be receiving. Just a few days ago, they mentioned I'd have to be nearly naked in lingerie. It still caught me off guard seeing myself naked in a corporately-owned office getting about to get fucked by three of the corporation's top execs.
The other two men ceded their positions to Mr. Farnum. They are very controlling and assertive males, but Farnum's authority ruled. They waited softly as Farnum took his seat in the chair, his strong cock pointing upwards. I had been anticipating what was about to happen: I turned my back on him, took his rock-hard erection in my hand, positioned my cunt over it, and sat down on his cock.
The other two waited while Farnum did the honors, riding him while working my ass by leaning back slightly, deadening my backbone exertion, but a forceful rhythm was already established. I didn't feel a need to add further acceleration, just bounce gently on him, letting him take the pace. After a few minutes, I could sense the trio had reached their end, and they proceeded to cum almost simultaneously. I could feel it as Mr. Farnum's long stream of semen coated the walls of my cunt and gathered in the crevice, the feeling almost overwhelmed me. It was a powerful sensation. In a matter of seconds, the trio was spent. I stood up, giving Mr. Farnum's cock a lingering stroke before retreating to my desk.
I stretched my arms overhead and licked my lips in appreciation of the experience. I updated my coworkers where I had left them before and sent Mr. Farnum and the other two an email about the meeting. I closed my computer, grabbed my heels, and left for the day without looking back, confident that they wouldn't let me leave them still hard - they never do. The car ride home was spent touching myself, already anticipating tomorrow's session.
"Aaahhhh... yesyesyes..." I exhaled as I slid down the length of his penis without a break. At the base, his cock buried deep within my vagina, I writhed on it and tightened my muscles. His hands encircled me, grabbing my breasts as I started to rise, sensing every inch of his dick as I ascended. The two other guys were next to me, their stiff boners pointed towards me. I grabbed one with my hand and opened my mouth to the other. I would alternate between them as I fucked Mr. Farnum.
I climaxed on his dick a short time after it started spewing its semen inside me. I milked it by clenching my muscles until our simultaneous climaxes subsided. I pulled off gradually, bent over at the waist to clean his cock of our combined orgasmic secretions, and was pleased by the men's fingertips exploring me as I kept my legs apart and my chest hanging low.
The two men wanted a double penetration, and as Mr. Jackson stepped up, I wondered if even the huge conference table could handle the weight of three individuals. I followed suit and sensed Mr. Edwards behind me. I sat my vagina on top of Mr. Jackson's dick and awaited. When I felt lubricant being smothered over my anus and inserted, I moaned quietly as the second penis joined the first inside me. Then, they both began moving, usually out of sync with each other but occasionally both plunging in unison.
My orgasm arrived first. My vagina and rear both twitched around the dicks within, and soon they were both ejaculating. Mr. Edwards rolled to one side on the sizable table, and my orifices felt bare but content as I obediently remained on the table to clean their cocks.
I wasn't the first one in the office that morning, though I attempted to be. Mr. Jackson's office was alive and open as I placed my purse and shoulder bag with the tablet and a handful of folders. I thought about greeting him but decided my first order of business was to get dressed for the new day.
After spending most of the previous day naked, I had a specific outfit in mind. When I emerged from the restroom, I had on a lacy push-up bra, displaying my nipples, a lace garter belt, opaque white stockings, and white high heels.
I noticed something different on my workspace that wasn't there before. It was a picture frame supported by an easel back with four words on it instead of a photograph. I glanced up and saw Mr. Jackson leaning in his open door grinning. I walked to my desk and smiled. It said, "RELIEF MANAGER IS IN".
'Relief Manager', cute. This relief manager requires as much respite as those she relieves.
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