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Office Party Orgy

Summary: A temp secretary is willing to do it ALL for a full time job.

Note 1: I wanted to write a story about 21st century women who were both intelligent and yet sexual beings. So, unlike many of my stories where one of the characters is submissive or straight or shy or whatever else, this is a story about a highly sexual, active bisexual woman in their early 20s who loves sex and is up for almost anything. (PS: I really wish I was this liberated when I was in my early 20s... sigh... I was definitely born 20 years too early).

Note 2: This is a 2015 Christmas Contest Story so please vote, please leave comments and most importantly, hopefully, please enjoy.

Note 3: Thanks to Robert and Wayne for editing this last minute contest story.

Office Party Orgy

It was my fourth day of a two week temporary secretary job, with a chance for it to become a yearlong temp job if they liked me, when I got advice on how to keep the job from the other secretary... a very frank redhead named Chelsea.

"Well first, you need to dress to impress," Chelsea said, as she took a bite of her salad at a fancy restaurant across the street from the office.

"I dress professional," I countered, dressed today in a blue blouse and nice black dress pants.

"You're dressed as if you work at a morgue," she rebutted.

"I'm not," I said, but laughed, especially when considering Chelsea was in a red blouse, with two buttons open, a black leather skirt, black pantyhose and four inch heels. Four inches higher than the comfortable flats I was currently wearing.

"You can't even say that with a straight face," she said, shaking her head. In only three days we had become friends and had some frank conversations... this one seemed to be going even further.

"It's 2015, I don't need to dress to impress," I countered.

She scoffed. "It's 2015 and not only do you need to dress to impress, you've got to dress to tease and be willing to please."

"Seriously," I asked, shaking my head. I could dress up sexy. I liked short skirts, I liked sexy lingerie, I liked to showcase my assets... but not at work.

At work I wanted to be treated as a professional. As a woman of the 21st century.

"Have you ever watched the 'Working Girl'?" she asked.

I vaguely remembered it. "The one with Melanie Griffith?"

"Yep! She had a great line that was true then and is even truer now," Chelsea said.

"What is it?"

"I have a head for business and a bod for sin," Chelsea answered.

"Hmmmm, that sounds just like me," I responded quickly.

Chelsea laughed, "Yes, you have whore written all over you in your Sunday church wear."

I continued, "I had a boyfriend who quoted some ancient painter who said, 'a wife must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom."

"Interesting that you have that memorized," she teased.

"I heard it a lot," I said. "He wanted me to be a stay at home wife and mom. I told him two out of three ain't bad."

"You quoted Meatloaf?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"He quoted some French guy," I shrugged.

"So you're a whore in the bedroom?" she asked, with a smile.

"There's more to me than meets the eye," I countered.

"There better be in that outfit," she said.

"Fine. I'll wear something less nun like tomorrow," I said.

"Good. Sexy sells and keeps you employed," she said, before pointing out the obvious. "You are working at a firm that has only male lawyers."

"I am?" I mocked.

"Smart ass," she said. "I'm just trying to help here."

"So I should dress to distract?" I asked.

She laughed, "You're so cute. Delusional, but cute."

"Are you hitting on me?" I joked, trying to show my fun, sexy carefree side.

She quipped, "You couldn't handle me."

Flirting back, being bisexual and finding Chelsea quite attractive, "Oh, I'm more a lion than the kitty I look like on the outside."

"I hope so," she said. "Because you exude 'cat that has been through taxidermy."

"Ouch," I laughed at her wit, before asking seriously, "So I really exude librarian?"

"A very cute librarian," she shrugged, as I felt her foot move under my pant leg.

"Well, cute librarians can transform into sexy vixens," I promised, wishing I was wearing a skirt or dress at the moment... Her nylon-clad foot not able to move too far up my pant leg. I added, "At least in porn."

"You watch porn?" she asked.

"Sometimes," I admitted. Truth was, I read a lot of online porn and then, once revved up from a few stories, I'd finish myself off by watching porn... usually lesbian, but sometimes gangbang... my most recent fantasy and one I had not yet fulfilled.

She teased, "You are more than meets the eye, but I'm calling your bluff."

"Call it," I countered, holding eye contact.

"Girls bathroom at break this afternoon," she challenged.

I shrugged, as I finished my chicken, "I'll probably be hungry for a snack by then."

"Be warned," she cautioned, her foot moving to my lap, "I can be a bit domineering."

"I can be a bit obedient," I countered back, having always been somewhat submissive in the bedroom.

"Massage my foot," she ordered.

I knew this was a test. I also knew that obeying would immediately create a hierarchy between her and me, but I obeyed. I put my hands on her foot, not going to back down based on a trivial subservient task, "Holy crap. This is soft nylon."

"Only the best for this body," she smiled as I began to massage her feet.

"Where did you get the pantyhose from?" I asked.

"First, they are not pantyhose," she said, a wicked smile crossing her lips.

"You're wearing thigh highs to work?" I asked, surprised as they were super sexy, I had a couple of pairs for going out to hook up or for staying in when wanting a hot fuck session, but they were not something to wear all day.

"They are not thigh highs either," she replied, continuing to be an enigma.

"What are they then?" I asked confused.

"Stockings attached to a garter," she answered.

"Really?" I asked, something I had never worn.

"You can check for yourself up close and personal this afternoon," she said, as she moved her foot away.

I oddly felt disappointed. The sheer silk felt really nice. The silk stockings, mixed with the frank conversation, had my pussy wet.

I was between boyfriends and other than a quickie in a back alley a couple of weekends ago, which didn't get me off, I hadn't got off other than from my very well used vibrator in at least the last two months... which was a pretty long time considering I averaged four or five times a week in college.

Unfortunately, the market crash had made my business degree look good in a frame but have about the same functionality as toilet paper.

Thus why I was working at a law office as a secretary instead of in any of my actual fields of expertise.

It was depressing but I had bills to pay as well as student loans that were still unpaid.

"I look forward to that," I said, trying to show that I was more than game for a little girl-girl play time... something I hadn't had since a wild four girl daisy chain that happened while studying for finals. It was stress relief at its finest... but that was over six months ago.

We paid our bill and went back to work.

It was a bit distracting knowing that I was supposed to go eat her pussy at break, even though it occurred to me that we were not supposed to take our breaks at the same time.

I glanced over to her a couple of times, but she seemed oblivious to the anxiety I was feeling.

I wasn't worried about going down on her, I looked forward to it actually. But the idea if doing it at work was a little worrisome as I needed this job... badly. If I didn't get it I would likely have to give up my apartment and move back home with my parents... which at twenty-three was about as appealing as a root canal without anesthesia.

I also couldn't be sure if she was bluffing by calling my bluff, although I didn't think so.

Did she really plan to meet me in the washroom at break?

The good news was we were the only two women on the floor, so unless a client walked in on us, it was a pretty safe location.

Things got crazy for a bit, and by the time it calmed down I noticed that Chelsea was gone.

I wondered what I should do.

Should I meet her in the bathroom?

Should I leave the phones and desk unattended?

I was giddy with excitement and hunger.

I was nervous with trepidation and fear of getting caught or losing my job.

Yet, somehow I sensed this would only help my cause for full employment as Chelsea was clearly liked by all four of the lawyers.

It was a small firm, but a busy one and seemingly very loyal. I was the first new employee in four years and was replacing a woman who went on maternity leave.

I didn't see this as a permanent stop on my climb up the business ladder, but a temporary one to get me started.

I was still trying to decide when Chelsea returned with a candy cane in her hand. She smiled, "I think we will have to rain check our meeting until five o'clock, but here is a sampling for you to keep you pacified until then."

She handed me the candy cane from the hooked end and added, "Enjoy."

I took it and put it right to my nose. As was implied, it smelt of both pussy and mint and had a sheen to it.

She shook her head. "Although it likely smells delicious, the taste is addicting."

"I better taste for myself," I smiled, putting the candy cane in my mouth.

Chelsea watched as I slid the candy cane with her pussy juice on it in my mouth.

I think she was surprised.

Unfortunately, the brief taboo moment was stopped as Mr. Bergeron walked out of his office and asked Chelsea a question.

I headed for my break, finishing the candy cane that indeed tasted of pussy... delicious pussy.

I went to the bathroom and got myself off imagining the moment when I got to taste that pussy directly from the source.

The rest of the day went by in a flash and Chelsea was still in a meeting with Mr. Black when my day ended. I had a six o'clock pedicure and manicure and couldn't wait for the chance to finish what we had planned.

I had been invited to the company Christmas party on Saturday at a comedy club, which I thought was nice since I was a temporary worker and had started just four days ago.

After the intense critique of my work attire, I went shopping after my pedicure and manicure. I bought a couple new skirts, a couple sexier blouses and a sexy black cocktail dress for Saturday night. I followed that up by going to a lingerie store and purchasing a couple new pairs of sheer silk thigh highs, a matching bra, garter and thong set that I planned to wear underneath my black cocktail dress.

Feeling sexy, feeling naughty, I also bought a couple new toys. One, a new vibrator called a rabbit that a girlfriend of mine swears is better than a man, and a strap-on cock and harness... which I was going to bring to work in my purse to show just how serious I was for some girl-girl play time... after work.

That night, I used the new rabbit and it had me hopping wild and coming in Guinness Book of World Record speed for orgasms (if such a record exists... and if it doesn't, why not?).

Friday, ironically, was casual Friday. So I didn't wear a skirt, but I did wear thigh highs under my jeans, a sexy pair of panties and three inch heels. I also wore a black blouse that flattered my 36C breasts.

Chelsea noticed as she greeted me with, "Thank God!"

"What?" I asked.

"Your wardrobe entered the 21st century," she answered.

I shrugged, "I can dress up or dress down, depending on the occasion."

"What are you wearing tomorrow?" she asked.

"Something sexy," I answered.

"Librarian sexy, or 2015 I wanna get laid sexy?" she asked.

"Definitely, 2015 I want to get laid sexy," I replied. "I can't even remember what sex feels like."

"Maybe we should do a dress rehearsal today at some point to make sure you still remember how," she joked.

I opened my purse and winked, "Whenever you're ready."

"Is that for me or you?" she asked, clearly shocked.

I shrugged, as I put my purse away and sat down at my desk, "You're the one who is, what did you say, a bit domineering."

"And if I recall you said you could be a bit submissive," she said.

"I believe I said obedient," I corrected.

"Oh," she smiled, looking naughty, "You are about to be my obedient submissive."

"Promises, promises," I replied, as the phone rang and I began my work day.

I learned a couple of things about Fridays. The lawyers only work half the day and only two of them apparently come in at all. So, unlike the first four days that were hectic, Friday was indeed a casual day.

At lunch time, I was surprised to see a delivery boy bring food in.

Chelsea explained, "I thought we would eat in this afternoon."

"You did, did you?" I smiled, thinking this may finally be the time I got to taste her pussy and maybe use my brand new toy... although I wasn't sure who would be giving and who would be receiving.

"It will give us more time for dessert," she said, the innuendo not remotely subtle.

"I do love dessert," I just as bluntly replied, before going for the full court press, "I mean, sometimes, I even eat my dessert first."

Both lawyers working today were gone, one for the day (he had a brief trial at 2 and then he was going home early) and the other said he wouldn't be back until two as he was having a business lunch on the other side of the city.

That meant... we were alone. Likely for a couple of hours.

Chelsea rolled back from her desk and ordered, this time it was her turn to surprise me, "Get under my desk."

"Seriously?" I asked. Our desks were situated in pretty good positions to hide someone underneath, unless the lawyers were in, as they could easily see if they walked out of their office, but that wasn't a worry at the moment.

"You said you were a bit obedient," she pointed out and added, "you also said you wanted your dessert first."

I smiled, stood up and looked to make sure no one was coming and that the elevator number signalled it wasn't coming our way. I said, "I hope it's as sweet today as it was yesterday."

"Oh, it's always addicting and sweet," she said, as she watched me come to her desk, quickly looking one last time at the elevator, before I dropped to my knees and crawled under the desk.

I felt a rush of adrenaline at doing something so wild. I mean besides the lesbian daisy chain, I had done a few crazy things with boyfriends. The summer of graduation I walked down the beach with a load of cum all over my face; I masturbated in the back seat of a taxi cab; I gave boyfriends head in a variety of public places including: a movie theatre, an airplane (not the bathroom, but it was dark), a crowded bar in Mexico, and under a table at one guy's parent's house.

I liked the rush, the risk of getting caught, which we were on the airplane... it somehow added to the excitement.

Chelsea pulled up her skirt, she had not followed casual Friday, rolled her chair back and spread her legs to reveal she was indeed being casual with her underwear, as in not wearing any.

Her pussy was completely shaved and I didn't waste any time as I moved between her legs and started licking.

"Eager are we?" she purred.

"I'm famished," I retorted, as I slowly explored her pussy.

"Well, dine away," she offered, "there are still fifteen minutes before our actual lunch break."

"So I'm on the clock for this," I joked.

"The job is more than just answering phones, getting files, doing research and scribing," she said, just as the phone rang.

I thought to myself that is exactly what the job is, but didn't say anything as instead I focused on the pussy in front of me.

I resumed licking, exhilarated by the voyeuristic and risk taking moment. I explored her pussy slowly, not in a hurry, wanting to enjoy the moment.

I licked for a couple of minutes, maybe three, when I heard the elevator door bing.

I froze.

Chelsea snapped her fingers under the desk as she greeted, "Hi, how may I help you?"

I resumed licking tentatively, thankful it wasn't one of the partners.

"I just need to drop this off for Mr. Black," a man's voice said.

"He is out at the moment, but I can take it," Chelsea replied.

"Thank you," the man said.

I kept licking slowly, the exhilaration of doing the act with someone just inches away and oblivious making a chill go up my spine.

I heard the ping a moment later and once the door closed Chelsea ordered, "Hurry up, Scarlet, lick my pussy."

I obeyed, shifting from exploring to extraction.

I swirled my tongue around her clit briefly, before concentrating on it.

"Oh yes, right there," she moaned, her hands going through my hair.

I kept sucking on her clit, flicking it with my tongue until I felt the full flood of her juices flow into my mouth. I lapped up her sweetness until she rolled back and said, "I think I found a new task to add to your daily duties."

"That I would like to see in contract," I smiled, as I crawled out from under the desk.

"It will likely have to go under the 'and other assigned duties' section," she shrugged.

"So you'll give a good word for me to the partners?" I asked.

"I will indeed," she nodded.

"Great," I said, grabbing a sub and saying, "Time for lunch."

"Didn't you get enough already?"

"Oh," I smiled, as I unwrapped the sub, "I can never get enough."

We ate lunch, chatted about tomorrow's staff party and the outfits we were wearing. I then asked, recalling I never got an answer yesterday, "What kind of stockings do you wear?"

"A variety," she answered, "but they all come from a website called stockingirl."

"Good to know," I nodded, knowing I would be checking out that website tonight.

"They are amazing, but expensive," she said.

"How expensive is expensive?" I asked.

"Most pairs are over fifty dollars and some close to a hundred," she revealed.

"For one pair?" I asked, astonished.

"They're the best," she shrugged.

"I guess I'll be waiting a while before I buy some from them then," I sighed.

"Do you want to try on a pair for tomorrow?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I can lend you a pair of mine if you wish," she said.

"No," I shook my head. "I would be terrified I would get a run in them."

"Honey, I have a couple dozen pair," she said.

"How can you afford it?" I asked.

"That's a trade secret," she smiled. "So you said you are wearing a black dress for tomorrow?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Garter-belt?"

"Yes, I bought one for the occasion," I admitted.

"I think you are more than a bit obedient," she teased.

"I can be whatever I want to be," I said seductively.

"Oh, tomorrow night you're going to be my plaything," Chelsea declared.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, the idea only increasing the wetness in my panties that had begun when I was under her desk.

"Ma'am," she said, shaking her head, "you're a complete submissive."

"I can be," I nodded, glancing down to my oversized purse that currently held the strap-on.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she asked, reading my mind.

"Badly," I nodded, adding, "it's been forever."

"Since you were fucked, or since you were fucked by a woman?" she asked.

"Both," I answered, although truthfully I'd never been fucked by a strap-on. Fingers, toys and even a fist once, but never a strap-on.

She looked at the clock and asked, "You sure?"

I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am," she shook her head again. "That is so funny. I'm what, a year older than you?"

"Yes, grandma," I joked.

"You bitch, I'll show you grandma," she said, grabbing my purse and heading to the washroom.

I quickly followed her, my pussy on fire.

Once in the bathroom, she locked the bathroom door, pulled down her skirt and put the strap-on on. She said, "Hurry up and get undressed if you want me to fuck that neglected cunt."

'Cunt' wasn't a word I usually used, but I sure wasn't going to point that out now as I quickly got out of my jeans and panties.

"Thigh highs," she smiled. "You're learning."

"I aim to please," I said.

"As do I," she countered, as she ordered, "Now bend over the counter."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, quickly getting into the position ordered.

"Ready to get fucked?" she asked, as she moved behind me.

"I was born ready," I answered, desperately wanting to have her fuck me.

"Hard to believe you are the same woman who came in here on Monday dressed for a funeral," she said, a she rubbed the cock up and down my already very wet pussy lips.

"Hard to believe that you haven't slammed that cock in me yet," I countered.

"As you wish," she said, sliding the cock in me.

"Oh yes, fuck me," I moaned, instant euphoria hitting me at having my cunt filled.

"You like it hard?" she asked.

"I like it every way," I moaned.

"So I should go slow and take my time?" she asked.

"God, no," I answered. "Pound me hard and fast."

"Like this?" she questioned, as she grabbed my hips and began fucking me deep and hard, her body slamming into mine.

"Yessssss," I moaned and trembled, my orgasm already rising quickly.

For a couple minutes there were just the sounds of fucking, no more, no less: my moans and whimpers, our bodies colliding into each other and the sloppy sounds of wetness.

"Oh God, keep pounding me, Chelsea. I'm close," I declared.

Suddenly she pulled out.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"You don't get to come until tomorrow night," she said, as she took the harness off.

"You can't be serious?" I questioned, still bent over in hopes this was the greatest evil prank ever.

"Oh, I'm deadly serious," she said, as she brought the strap-on to me and added, "Suck the cock clean."

I obeyed, although I didn't have much choice as she shoved it in my mouth. She briefly fucked my face with the cock, something I loved having done to me with a real cock, especially when the guy's balls bounced off my chin, but this was... literally... anti-climactic.

She pulled the cock out of my mouth and ordered, "And don't you dare touch that pussy of yours. It is mine for the entire weekend."

"I'm not sure that is a promise I can make," I said, reluctantly moving away from my submissive position.

"You better," she said sternly as she slapped my ass.

"Yes, ma'am," I sighed, frustrated and yet compelled to obey.

"You should probably get dressed," she added, as she put the strap-on on the counter and walked out.

I was tempted to finish what she started, but resisted the temptation as I grabbed my jeans and put them on. I washed off the cock, peeked out the door to make sure no one was there and then returned to my desk, putting my toy back in my purse.

Chelsea was on the phone when I returned.

Crazy... frustrating... confusing... that was my afternoon.

Crazy: I couldn't stop replaying being under the desk pleasing Chelsea or the hard fucking that was SO good!

Frustrating: I wasn't allowed to come and my pussy hadn't stopped tingling since I tasted Chelsea.

Confusing: I had no idea what to do next. Chelsea acted as if nothing had happened.

When the day was ending, Chelsea said, "I'll pick you up at 6:30. Be ready."

"Sounds good," I nodded.

"I'll have a pair of stockings for your garter-belt," she added.

"I can't wait," I said, already looking for tomorrow. I added, "You plan to finish what you started tomorrow?"

"I promise you will never forget tomorrow," she said, ominously.

"You better keep that promise," I playfully replied.

"Just be ready for a wild night," she said, before leaving.

That night, I had to use a lot of restraint to not touch my pussy. I replayed eating Chelsea's pussy; I replayed getting fucked.

The next day I tried to stay distracted by cleaning the house, doing the laundry and baking. I then had a bath, shaved and put on my new sexy lingerie.

I slid into my dress, did my hair and make-up and waited, anticipation pulsing through my very being... yet curious what Chelsea really had in mind.

Suddenly, Chelsea texted me:

Get your ass down here.

I slid into my pumps and headed to the elevator, a chill of excitement going up my spine.

I walked out of the lobby and was surprised to see a limousine waiting in front. A good looking man asked, "Are you Ms. Riley?"

"Yes," I nodded.

He opened the door and Chelsea peeked out and ordered, "Hurry up, slut."

My face went red as I quickly quipped, while walking to the limousine, "Takes one to know one."

"Bitch," Chelsea shot back.

"Tramp," I countered, as I got in the limousine and gasped, "Wow."

"I know," she said. "I only give the best to my slut."

"Oh, you always say the kindest things," I mocked, as I sat down.

"Drink?" she asked.

"A double," I answered.

"Whisky, vodka or rum?"

"Do you have scotch?"

"Oh, you want liquid panty remover?" she smiled, grabbing a bottle.

"Or moral liquidation," I joked.

"Or liquid courage to do all the things you fantasize about," she added, as she poured me a drink.

"I don't think I need much of that," I shrugged, taking the drink.

"Nice dress," she complimented.

"You too," I nodded, her very short, tight red, dress showing her voluptuous breasts.

"I love dressing up," she said.

"Me too," I nodded, "but I don't get many reasons to."

"Well, today we slut it up," she said, as we clinked glasses.

"To slutting it up," I declared.

"To slutting it up," she agreed.

After we both downed half our drink, Chelsea added, "Now, to finish off your sexy ensemble."

She grabbed a pair of stockings still in the package and said, "Ready to feel like a Goddess?"

"Definitely," I nodded.

Chelsea moved to the floor, took off my heels and slowly put the first stocking up my leg. I felt like Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman'. When it was all the way up my leg, Chelsea clipped the garter-belt to the stocking, as my pussy dampened.

I expected her to move to the other leg, but instead she moved her hand under my dress and to my pussy. "Wet already," she announced.

I glanced up to the driver, wondering if he could hear us.

I admitted, "I've been damp since you left me high and wet."

She laughed, "'High and wet,' that is witty."

"If I was a guy I'd have blue balls," I pointed out.

"Thankfully, you have a sweet pink pussy," she shrugged, as she moved her hand away and to the second silk stocking.

She repeated the tender, slow, sexy act until the second stocking was attached to my garter-belt.

She then moved back to her seat and said, "Now you look perfect."

"I feel perfect," I answered, finishing my drink.

Chelsea poured me a second scotch and said, "Tonight we only say yes."

"That is an interesting toast," I said.

"Say it with me," she said.

Together, as we clinked glasses, we both said, "Tonight we only say yes."

She then leaned in and kissed me.

I melted into her, returning the kiss.

It was only a few seconds, before the limousine slowed down.

Chelsea broke the kiss and said, "Drink up."

I downed my drink, slipped into my heels and followed her out of the limousine and into the hotel. The Christmas party was in a fancy ballroom where we were the last two to arrive at our table.

I could tell the partners were surprised by my look. I was introduced to two wives, Mr. Bergeron and Mr. Nillson each being married.

The next three hours we ate, we chatted, we watched two foul-mouthed filthy comedians, and we drank.

Chelsea's hand was on my leg under the table most of the night and mine was on hers, both of us content to just be touching each other.

I wasn't sure if this was the start of a relationship or just a night to remember, but I was going to enjoy it.

As the night was ending, I went to the bathroom and Nancy, Mr. Bergeron's wife, offered to go with me. In the bathroom, after we both went pee and were washing our hands and checking our make-up in the mirror, she said, "I want to make one thing clear."

"Um, okay," I said.

"Only head," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked, confused.

"Head, that's it," she repeated.

"Um, okay," I nodded, sensing she didn't trust me and yet drunk enough to not understand what she was actually talking about.

"I'm serious," she threatened. "If you do anything more than sucking his dick and I will crush you."

"What?" I asked.

"Don't what me," she said. "Just don't you dare fuck him."

"I have no intention of doing anything with your husband," I reassured her, baffled by the conversation now that I finally understood what she was talking about.

"Just don't fuck him," she repeated, before walking out of the washroom leaving me stunned.

I waited a minute before returning to the table.

When I did, I watched Nancy kiss her husband, say goodbye to everyone and give me a warning glare.

This only confused me more.

I sat down and whispered to Chelsea, "Um, I just had a weird conversation with Nancy."

"Don't worry about it, she is crazy!"

"Um, I'm definitely worried about it," I whispered. "She threatened me."

"She likes to intimidate," Chelsea explained.

I was about to say more when Mr. Black said, "Should we take this party upstairs?"

"Definitely," Chelsea answered, giving my leg a squeeze.

I was about to ask a question, when Mr. Bergeron agreed, "Let's go."

Chelsea whispered, "Remember, go with the flow."

"Um, okay," I nodded.

Five minutes later, my head spinning with questions I had no answers for, we were in a massive hotel room.

Mr. Bergeron asked, "Drinks ladies?"

Chelsea spoke for both of us. "Yes, sir."

Soon we had our drinks and Mr. Black sat down beside me.

He said, "So are you enjoying working at the firm?"

"Yes, it's been great so far," I nodded.

"Chelsea, has she been working out well so far?" Mr. Bergeron asked.

Chelsea nodded, "She has been a very fast learner."

"Is she worth keeping?" Mr. Penner asked, as two shocking things happened.

Mr. Black put his hand on my leg and Mr. Penner dropped his pants.

I stared in shock as Chelsea dropped to her knees and looked at me knowingly before she took Mr. Penner's cock in her mouth.

Mr. Black whispered, as his hand went under my dress, "We are a very close company, like family. And we would love to have you become a part of our family."

I asked, not stopping the hand from moving to my wet pussy, "And what exactly does being a family member entail?"

Mr. Bergeron answered, "It means work hard, play hard."

"That is something I have always believed in," I answered with a soft moan as Mr. Black's fingers touched my pussy through my sheer thong.

Mr. Black added, "Of course, sometimes work and play intertwine."

Chelsea, always the blunt one, explained, "That means things like eating pussy at work."

My face went red.

"Yes, you did look very hot under Chelsea's desk," Mr. Black said, as his fingers went under my thong and to my pussy lips.

"And even hotter getting fucked in the bathroom," Mr. Bergeron added.

My red face went redder at knowing they knew and maybe had even seen.

"We have cameras everywhere," Mr. Penner explained, as he slid his cock back in Chelsea's mouth.

"Did you obey Chelsea and not come?" Mr. Black asked, two fingers easily sliding inside me.

"Yes, sir," I moaned, as I watched Chelsea suck cock.

"Do you want to come?" Mr. Black asked, as his fingers slowly explored inside me.

"God, yes," I admitted.

"And you want to become a fulltime employee of our family?" Mr. Bergeron asked, as she pulled his pants down.

"Yes, sir," I again answered, seeing an impressive bulge in his boxers.

"The firm is quite busy and leads to long hours for us," Mr. Bergeron explained, as he got out of his tie and dress shirt.

"So I have noticed," I nodded, trying to listen while also watching Chelsea and enjoying the fingers in my pussy.

"And we need employees who understand that some of their job duties will be unwritten." Mr. Black added, as he pulled his fingers out of me and pointed to his crotch.

I smiled as I moved my hands to fish out his cock from his trousers and asked, "What would all my unwritten duties be?"

"Eating pussy, sucking cock and taking it in your pussy," Mr. Black answered, as I pulled out his impressive large eight inch dick.

I asked, as I bent down to take it in my mouth, "Not my ass?"

I then took his cock in my mouth as Mr. Black laughed, "Chelsea, I think we've found Barbara's replacement."

"Yes," Chelsea replied, "and she's even hotter, sluttier and more submissive."

"Seems so," Mr. Black groaned, as I began bobbing on his cock hungrily.

Mr. Penner added, as I felt hands lifting my dress, "I think we have found the perfect companion for our Chelsea."

"I think we have," Mr. Black agreed, as I took over two-thirds of his cock in my mouth.

"By the way," Mr. Penner said, as he caressed my ass, "Full time means sometimes working long hours, going on overnight trips and some weekends."

Mr. Black pulled my head off his cock and asked, "Are you okay with those terms?"

"As long as someone fucks me soon," I answered, sounding like a complete slut... wanting to be a complete slut.

"That can be arranged," Mr. Penner said, as he lifted me up, spun me around and kissed me. I felt hands on the back of my dress zipper and then felt my dress being pulled off of me.

"Knees, Scarlet," Mr. Penner said, as he broke the kiss. I was now only in bra, thong, garter-belt and stockings and heels.

I obeyed, suddenly being surrounded by three hard cocks.

This was a dream come true.

I reached out and stroked both hard cocks to my left and right as I leaned forward and took Mr. Penner's in my mouth.

Mr. Black said, "Just so you know, your salary will double, plus you'll get an expense account for a cell phone, meals, clothing and lingerie."

I allowed Mr. Penner's smallish five inch cock to fall out of my mouth as I asked, "This sounds too good to be true. So to make this clear, you will double my salary, give me an expense account, and fuck the hell out of me regularly?"

"As well as some of our clients," Mr. Bergeron chipped in, before adding, "both male and female."

Chelsea added, as I moved to sucking Mr. Black's huge dick, "And of course, you will also be serving under me."

I laughed, "I think I've already started doing that."

"So," Mr. Black asked, as he grabbed my head, and fucked my face briefly, his entire cock somehow fitting into my mouth. I gagged ever so briefly, before getting used to it. "Are you willing to join the family?"

"Where do I sign?" I asked, when he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"We believe in an air tight agreement," Mr. Bergeron added.

"Okay," I said, as I moved to his cock, recalling his wife's words.

"That means we triple team you," he added, as I stroked his cock.

"Your wife warned me I was only allowed to give you head," I revealed, her words now making complete sense.

"Yeah, she isn't a big fan of me fucking other women," he nodded, before adding, "but she hates giving head, so she is okay with that."

"Weird," I said, as I took his six inch cock in my mouth.

"Yeah, women," he said.

For the next couple of minutes I took turns sucking each cock before Mr. Black said, "Let's make this official."

"Bedroom?" Mr. Penner asked.

"That's where the camera is," Mr. Black said.

"There's a camera?" I asked.

"It's just an insurance policy to make sure you don't do anything stupid down the road like accuse us of sexual harassment," Mr. Black said, as he got out of the rest of his clothes.

"I would never," I said, watching him like a stripper. Fuck, he was hot.

"I believe you," he said, "but the law firm of McDougal & Firestione went bankrupt after such accusations were made. This is just an insurance policy in case."

Chelsea added, "Plus, making porn is fucking hot."

"I can't say I've ever done it," I said, drunk enough and horny enough to figure what the hell.

"Time to change that answer then," Chelsea decided.

A minute later, we were all on a king-sized bed, everyone completely naked except both Chelsea and I who were still in garter-belt, stocking and heels.

I straddled Mr. Black's massive dick and lowered myself on it.

"Oh fuck, so big," I moaned, as it filled me.

"Isn't it delicious?" Chelsea said, lying beside me, her hand slowly rubbing herself.

"I think I'm in heaven," I answered, as I rode his big dick, taking his entire glorious shaft inside me with each downwards bounce.

"It's not the size of the equipment, but how you use it," Mr. Penner declared, as I felt him move behind me. He poured lube on my ass, which made me wonder where he got lube.

Mr. Black joked, "All small dicked men say that."

Chelsea added, "Each of you have great, juicy, cocks. One is long, one is thick and one shoots buckets of cum. So stop with the pissing contest and fuck our hungry slut."

"Fair enough," Mr. Bergeron said, as he stood over Mr. Black and offered me his thick cock. Although not as long as Mr. Black's, it was crazy thick and I couldn't fathom how it would ever fit in my ass... thankfully, according to his wife I would never have to.

I took his cock in my mouth, thinking I was two-thirds to getting air tight, something I had fantasized about but hadn't thought would ever happen.

"Ready to have your ass fucked, Scarlet?" Mr. Penner asked, as he fingered my ass with excessive lube.

I moaned in response, wanting his cock in me, as I hungrily bobbed on Mr. Bergeron's thick, mouth stretching cock.

"Here it comes," Mr. Penner announced, as his hands went to my hips, and his smaller cock slid rather easily inside me.

I moaned, as the feeling of having a cock in both my pussy and ass was a completely different sensation than having a cock in one or the other. I felt completely full.

Mr. Penner than began fucking my ass.

Mr. Black just lay there, his hands now cupping both my breasts for balance as I sucked Mr. Bergeron.

"Shit, your ass is tight," Mr. Penner groaned, as he slowly fucked me.

"If that is tight, wait until Mr. Black buries his snake deep in your ass," Chelsea added.

I moaned at the thought as I sucked on Mr. Bergeron's cock and Mr. Black squeezed my tits.

I realized then that being a porn star was more work than it looked on film. Trying to smoothly bob on a cock in my mouth, while simultaneously getting fucked in the ass was a lot harder, pun intended, then I would have thought.

The pleasure was so amazing, my orgasm building, that trying to focus on the cock in my mouth was difficult. A few times Mr. Bergeron had to remind me, "Keep sucking, Scarlet."

My head was light as the pleasure seemed to be coming in all directions: the big cock in my pussy, the cock fucking my ass, the hands on my tits and the knowledge that it was all being filmed.

I sucked as best I could, as Mr. Penner fucked my ass and suddenly Mr. Black began bucking his ass up to meet the hard thrusts of Mr. Penner.

Mr. Bergeron's cock slipped out of my mouth as I screamed, as an intense pleasure coursed through me, "Holy fuck!"

Three or four hard thrusts as Mr. Bergeron furiously pumped his cock in front of me and I screamed, as the most intense orgasm in my life paralyzed me with its intensity.

They both kept fucking me and as I allowed my body to enjoy the greatest gift God gave us, I suddenly felt my face coated with cum.

I gasped, which allowed a rope of cum to go directly in my mouth. As warm cum splattered all over my face, I suddenly heard a grunt and immediately felt a load of cum coat my asshole which sent another rush of pleasure through me... pleasure compounding pleasure.
"Oh yes, fill my ass with your cum," I moaned, loving the feeling of being filled with cum. I was disappointed to not swallow most of Mr. Bergeron's load and opening the one eye that wasn't hit with cum, I found his dick and took it back in my mouth to retrieve any last remnants.

"She really is a great find," Mr. Bergeron groaned.

"She eats a good pussy too," Chelsea added, as Mr. Penner kept coming and coming in my ass. Chelsea clearly wasn't exaggerating about his abundance of cum.

A moment later, both Mr. Bergeron and Mr. Penner pulled out of me and in one sudden movement, Mr. Black flipped me onto my back, spread my legs and began fucking my pussy.

I moaned, a second orgasm already rising, "Oh God, yes, fuck me. Pound my pussy with that massive fucking dick."

"You like it hard?" Mr. Black asked.

"I fucking love it hard," I moaned, as I moved my hand to my clit to rub it, hoping a second orgasm was going to follow.

"Let me help," Chelsea suddenly said, as she straddled my face and lowered her pussy on it.

I lifted my head up slightly to lick her, and moaned into her pussy when her tongue began flicking my clit. The double pleasure of Mr. Black's cock slamming into me with full force and the stimulation of the constant hammer like sensations of Chelsea's tongue had my body making constant convulsions.

I lapped Chelsea's pussy the best I could, but I was more along for the intense ride of pleasure as I was receiving way more than I was giving.

Suddenly my orgasm imminent, Mr. Black pulled out and ordered, "Catch, Chelsea."

Suddenly both great feelings stopped abruptly as I heard Chelsea demand, "Yes, come all over my face."

I wished I could see it, but I couldn't, so I resumed licking Chelsea's pussy, even as my pussy twitched with a near eruption.

"Aaaaaah," Mr. Black grunted, and assumedly sprayed his load on Chelsea's pretty face. He added, a few seconds later, "We can't be coming in our newest employee until we know she is using protection."

"I am," I announced, on the pill.

"Shit, I should have asked that first," he laughed.

"Agreed," I whined.

Chelsea suddenly got off of me and pulled me in for a kiss. Soon our tongues were in each other's mouths and I could taste just samples of his cum.

Breaking the kiss, she ordered, "Clean my face."

I smiled, leaned forward and licked a huge gob of cum off her cheek. I then kissed and licked her face and forehead.

She asked, once all the cum was retrieved, "Want to put on a show?"

"Sure," I smiled, assuming we were going to do some lesbian action for the men.

She pushed me onto my side and soon we were side by side, face to pussy. I licked her; she licked me.

Each of us took our time.

Our tongues explored every inch of each other's pussy.

When she slid a finger inside me, I did the same.

When she explored for my g-spot, I did the same.

When she found my g-spot and began to tap it like a drum I screamed into her pussy as my orgasm erupted almost instantly.

I tried to find hers, but the pleasure was so intense that I quit trying and just allowed my orgasm to course through me.

"Keep licking," Chelsea demanded.

I resumed licking as best I could, even as she kept driving me nuts with her finger on my g-spot.

A few seconds later, Mr. Penner said, "Round two, ladies."

"About time," Chelsea joked, as she pulled her fingers out of me.

"Both of you on all fours," Mr. Penner ordered.

We both obeyed, me still trembling from my second orgasm.

"Time to see if you can take all eight inches in that nice tight ass of yours," Mr. Black said.

"Oh God," I moaned. "You may be too big."

"Oh, you can take it," he said, as he moved behind me and slid his cock in my ass.

At first it went in easily, as he was slightly thinner than Mr. Penner. But soon his cock was reaching new never explored depths in me.

"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered, feeling intense pain, intense pleasure.

Chelsea asked, "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

Mr. Penner laughed, "Where do you want it?"

"Pick a hole, any hole," Chelsea answered.

"May as well stick to ass fucking tonight," Mr. Penner said.

"Like always," Chelsea teased.

"What can I say?" he said, as he slid inside her.

Soon both Chelsea and I were getting ass fucked.

Mr. Penner was really reaming Chelsea's ass, while Mr. Black was slowly fucking me.

Chelsea, not surprisingly, got nasty as she was fucked. "Oh yes, ream my shit hole, baby," and "Oh God, I love your cock in my asshole," and "Get your cock over here, Martin."

I didn't know any of their first names I realized until that moment.

Mr. Bergeron, Martin, joined us on the bed and slid his cock in Chelsea's mouth.

Chelsea bobbed hungrily, which made me want his cock back in my mouth. I'd been fucked in all three holes, but only one load was spewed inside me and that was in my ass.

I wanted this load in my mouth, not on me or on Chelsea.

I begged, "Martin, shove that cock in and fuck my face."

He laughed, "That is an offer I can't refuse."

He pulled out of Chelsea and slid his cock in me.

"Slut," Chelsea accused.

I couldn't respond, as he was now holding my head and fucking my face, his balls bouncing off my chin.

Mr. Black seemed to take this as a cue to fuck my ass harder as he shifted from slow to faster strokes.

I was again in euphoria.

A third orgasm built quickly.

For minutes, each man having already came once, I was fucked roughly.

I somehow wanted even his long cock deeper in my ass. I began to rock back and forth like a rocking-horse, which created a new stimulus that had me feeling amazing.

"Oh yes, I'm coming," Chelsea screamed.

I wish I could have watched, but I was busy serving two cocks, busy attempting to have a third orgasm, something I'd never before experienced in one night.

Suddenly, and without warning, I felt cum spray in the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed the salty seed, while continuing to bounce back on Mr. Black's great cock.

Once Martin pulled out, I was surprised to see, seconds later, Mr. Penner move in front of me and shove his cock, that had just been in Chelsea's ass, in my mouth.

The taste was very tangy which somehow turned me on even more, doing something so taboo.

Suddenly Mr. Black pulled out and ordered, "Get my dick ready for her cunt."

"Hmmmmmm, you want to shoot your load in her cunt," Chelsea purred, as she assumedly sucked his cock to clean it enough to put back in my pussy.

I have to admit, I appreciated it... knowing it wasn't healthy to go from ass to cunt, but in my horny state I would have allowed it, not worrying about consequences.

"Here it comes, Mr. Penner announced as a second load was shot in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed it all and kept bobbing.

Suddenly, hands were back on my hips, and soon my cunt was filled with eight inches of hard perfection.

I allowed Mr. Penner's cock to slide out of my mouth and I moaned, "Yes, fuck me, fill my cunt with your cum."

"You are definitely hired," he groaned, pounding me as hard as I'd ever been fucked.

"I'd likely do this for free," I moaned, as I just allowed the pleasure to rise, my third orgasm so close.

"Don't tell them that," Chelsea scolded.

I laughed, "Okay, but I hope these group fun nights are not just at Christmas."

"Oh, they are very regular," Mr. Black said, as his breathing got heavier.

For a couple more minutes we just fucked. Both of our breathing got heavier, and in a rare moment of perfect timing we came together.

The moment his cum exploded in me, I came. "Yes, fill me with your cum."

He kept spewing his cum inside me as I came.

When he pulled out, Chelsea buried her face in my pussy and licked the cum that was leaking out of me... a mixture of pussy cum and semen.

"Oh, God," I whimpered, as her tongue lapped away. "I think I'm going to pee."

She moved away, "That, I'm not into."

I laughed, as I rolled onto my back and weakly off the bed. "That wasn't what I meant."

I walked to the bathroom, cum leaking down my leg, feeling completely exhausted and satisfied.

Chelsea called out, "If you think tonight was fun, wait until New Year's Eve."

I called back, "I think I have a new New Year's resolution."

"To be a complete cum slut?" Chelsea yelled.

"Exactly," I laughed, as I looked into the mirror in the washroom... I already looked like a complete cum slut.

And I couldn't wait to do it again.

THE END

PS: I checked, supposedly a woman has come in 2-5 seconds from penis insertion. And, more shocking, some woman swallowed 1.7 pints of cum in one day.

Suddenly I feel way less slutty!

PSS: Supposedly the record for most female orgasms in one hour is a 134, while for a guy its 16. So there you have it... we women finally win!!!

Suddenly I feel really jealous, my record in an hour is 3.

Jasmine December 2015

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