Office Hours After Dark
When I first started at the firm, I quickly realized I was the only woman in a sea of men. Two colleagues in particular caught my attention. Julian, thirty-two, was the quiet type—reserved, professional, and respectful, though I often caught him stealing glances at my chest when he thought I wasn’t looking. Then there was Marcus, thirty-five, a broader man with a bold streak and a penchant for suggestive jokes that always seemed to push the boundary of professionalism.
While I appreciated Julian’s subtlety, Marcus was overt. He frequently spoke of his erotic fantasies, eventually asking if I would let him pleasure himself between my breasts. I had laughed it off, telling him that dreams were meant to stay dreams, but the tension between the three of us only thickened with every passing week.
One morning, I arrived at the office while the lights were still dimmed. As I stepped into the adjacent lounge, a pair of strong hands suddenly clamped over my mouth and pelvis, pulling me back into the shadows. In the gloom, I recognized Marcus. Before I could protest, he had already slid my trousers and lace panties down, his fingers expertly teasing my nipples through my blouse. I felt his hardness pressing firmly against my glutes, his voice a low growl in my ear: “Fulfill my dream.”
The suddenness of the encounter ignited a fire in me I hadn’t known existed. I surrendered to the heat, unbuttoning my blouse and casting my bra aside. Marcus groaned as he began to masturbate between my breasts, the friction sending sparks through my nerves. I reached down, my own fingers finding my clitoris, driving myself toward a peak. “Give it to me all,” I gasped, hoisting myself onto the mahogany desk and spreading my legs wide.
He entered me with a powerful thrust, filling me completely. We moved in a rhythmic, desperate dance, and I had already climaxed twice when the overhead lights flickered on. We both froze, turning to see Julian standing in the doorway. To my surprise, he wasn’t shocked; he was aroused, his own erection straining against his slacks.
I didn’t want the moment to end. I reached out a hand, beckoning Julian closer. I grabbed a cushion from the floor and knelt before him, taking him into my mouth while Marcus continued to drive into me from behind. The sensation of being claimed by both men simultaneously was overwhelming. “Take turns with me!” I pleaded, my voice a breathless whisper.
They shifted positions with a primal urgency, one filling my mouth while the other claimed my vagina. As they both reached their limit, I guided them to finish inside my mouth. The sheer amount of warmth and salt was intoxicating. As they collapsed beside me, kissing me with a fervor that made me feel like a goddess, they continued to stroke my clitoris until I drifted into a blissful, sensory haze. It was an office encounter I knew I would crave for the rest of my career.