MMFM ~ Gangbang ~ Age Gap ~ Office Sex ~ Forbidden Sex

Playing with Myself at the Office

My three hot bosses make me want to touch myself and think about how they fucked me… and how I want them to fuck me again!

Carrie:

There never seemed to be a dull moment around the office ever since I’d hooked up with my three bosses at once at the office Christmas party.

And now my friend and co-worker Sandra had just found some evidence of it.

She’d asked who’s nipple pads were in the break room, and I didn’t want to admit they were mine! Instead, I decided to deflect — plus, I did have a question for her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that that reindeer costume you gave me to wear to the office Christmas party was a buttoned-flap adult jumpsuit?” I asked Sandra, as she threw the nipple pads that she’d found in the break room into the trash bin.

“Well, let’s just say I may have been instructed to do so. Why? Did it come in handy?” Sandra asked, while giving me that annoying look she sometimes made by raising her eyebrows up and down.

“Seriously? Did you think I had a wild night at the party like whoever left those nipple pads behind?”

I tried hard to act nonchalant, but my burning red cheeks failed to cooperate.

“Oh my, your face is all flushed. Spill the beans, honey!”

Sandra’s eyes widened in excitement.

It was as if she was a child squealing in delight for an ice cream treat.

“I know you wouldn’t be blushing that red over Brad, so perhaps it was one of our three higher-up bosses that has you flustered?” she guessed.

She knew I didn’t like our nerdy co-worker Brad who had a crush on me… at least not more than friends. But she had come close to guessing my truth. If only she knew it was all three of our higher-up bosses. She would really think she had struck some gossip-fodder gold!

I shivered as I remembered how the CEO, President and Vice President of the company had all had their way with me at once. One in my mouth, another in my pussy and still the third in my ass.

The thought made me horny, and I wished I could do it with them again. My panties were dripping wet.

I started worrying that she might be able to figure out what I was thinking about and what I had been up to.

That would be no good at all.

My job could be on the line!

I had to find a way to get her to stop asking me questions and get out of here.

“How’s your boyfriend?” I asked her.

He had been in a wreck and that was the whole reason she couldn’t come to the office Christmas party and had instead given me her costume to wear.

“Oh, he’s fine,” she said, seeming to want to dodge the subject.

Had this been a set-up all along? I wondered.

She had mentioned that she’d been “instructed” to give me the costume.

Had one of our bosses wanted me to wear that so he could have easy access to my body?

I wasn’t sure but if so, it ended up working out well for all four of us. My only concern was wanting to do it again — I couldn’t help but fear they would move on to someone else next, if sharing a woman at work was something they regularly did.

I had heard they were players, but it felt like we really had something.

Or maybe it was all one-sided.

In any event, I didn’t want to discuss the matter or out myself, so I couldn’t ask her if she’d been serious about being in on it. I just wanted to stop talking about it.

“I have a couple of articles due today that I still need to finish writing. I hope you don’t mind leaving my cubicle.”

I immediately changed the topic and extended my hands to escort her out.

“I guess I’ll let your articles do the talking then,” she said, which was rather funny, since we worked as sex article writers for a magazine.

She sashayed her way out of my sight. But I could tell she was grinning behind my back.

“I’ll be waiting for your next article, Carrie.”

Clay’s words kept clouding my mind as I tried to focus on my work. I had a lot on my plate right now and wasn’t even halfway through my previous drafts.

Just then, memories from the fateful night of the office Christmas party flashed before my eyes and instantly got me thinking that maybe I wasn’t writing up the right topics.

Perhaps my focus should be on having sex with multiple people at the same time!

Suddenly all the articles I’d been researching and writing seemed vanilla. They paled in comparison to the fun time I’d had with all three of my bosses at once.

In the broad daylight, I found myself reliving the moment. I started fantasizing about Jack’s broad shoulders paired with his long pitch-black hair, Seth’s sturdy, muscular arms and charming dimples, and Clay’s massive cock and endearing smile.

While I was thinking about my three sexy bosses, I felt hot despite the cold air blowing right where I was seated. I looked sideways and realized that two of my co-workers, Andrew and Taylor, were both taking their breaks.

Since I’d banished Sandra to a different area of the office, I was all alone in the cubicle area.

I didn’t know what I was thinking, but my fingers went inside my skirt and started caressing my pussy. My body twitched a bit as the texture of my lacy thong tickled me in just the right spot.

I could no longer hold it in, so I plunged my fingers inside. To my surprise, I was dripping wet just from thinking about my bosses and daydreaming about what we’d done and what I wanted them to do to me again.

This had never happened to me before!

Three of my fingers were maneuvering inside me and toying with my sensitive parts. I remembered how Jack’s big fingers had played with my clit and pressed my G-spot like a magic button.

I wished he was touching me instead of having to touch myself right now, as his fingering skills had gotten me questioning the advice I had written to satisfy one’s body without the need for a man to interfere.

That article was bullshit because there was no way I could make myself feel as good as Jack had. And certainly not as good as all three of them together had made me feel!

Meanwhile, my other hand gently fondled one of my breasts. It reminded me of Seth’s hands, which were big enough to cup my entire tits whole. His palms felt so good on them and his mouth playing with my breasts brought an entirely different feeling than trying to fondle them on my own ever had.

I was so glad I’d let my three bosses take my virginity all at the same time. But now I was insatiable, and beginning to fear that I’d always feel this way.

It felt as though I wasn’t doing enough to my pussy, because my body was begging for more. Maybe there was no way to match the real life experience I’d had.

The sweating bottle of cold soda caught my attention, and I instantly thought of a nasty idea. I cautiously put it inside my drenched pussy, and the cooling sensation brought the internal stimulation I was feeling to the next level. It was stretching my hole all the way open, and it was almost as wide as each of my three well-hung bosses’ cocks were.

When they put all three of them inside me at once, they stretched me open even further, but this soda bottle was a decent replacement, since I didn’t have them here.

In my mind’s eye, I saw Clay crawling out from under the table in the middle of the room and over to where my legs were spread wide open in my computer chair for him. He started caressing and licking my inner thighs.

Kneeling on the floor, his tongue sucked my pussy with his fingers skillfully moving clockwise and counterclockwise in intervals. In no time, he stood and unzipped his pants. His rock-hard tool was dangling right in my face.

He shoved it inside my mouth and pumped in and out as fast as he could, hitting the back of my throat.

“Yeah, take that, you little office whore,” he told me, much like he had been doing the night of the office Christmas party. “I know you love to suck my big cock. You make it feel so good in your mouth that I just might have to explode in it.”

In real life I was shoving the bottle up my cunt and playing with my clit while my legs hung open and my pussy ached for my three bosses even as it felt pleasured by my own efforts to satisfy it. Nothing would do the trick except for them, though.

Muffled moans escaped my mouth, and my hands moved faster and harder as they rubbed my hard, wet little nub until I came. It was all I could do not to scream as the orgasm washed over me. I could barely remember I was at work and that this was reality, not fantasy, until I suddenly heard an all-too-familiar voice call my name.

“Carrie!”

It was Sandra. I hurried to sit up straight and act normal. I couldn’t believe I’d been drowning in fantasy so much that I’d almost gotten myself caught.

Luckily, I was turned in my chair to face the desk so I didn’t think she could see what I was doing. I immediately took the bottle out of my pussy and pulled my undies up.

I was glad I’d gotten to cum on my own but I wished I could have the real deal again with my bosses.

I took my break alone and refused Sandra’s requests to go with her to the newly opened cafeteria right across the street.

Sandra pouted about how it wasn’t fair that I wouldn’t go with her, but she deserved it because she’d interrupted my daydream just as Clay’s orgasm was about to explode in my mouth and quench my thirst.

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