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My sex life had nearly consumed my entire work life. I rarely had interactions in the office that didn’t involve someone stimulating my clit. Speaking of which, there was one last group of people I wanted to experience the full pleasure of my body. My fellow marketing teammates.
When I really thought about who I was fucking on a regular basis now, it became apparent just how ridiculous things were. Sometimes, I would engage in a sexual act three times a day. That wasn’t even including those with my husband, who couldn’t keep his hands off me after I relayed to him the exciting events of my work day. Thus I knew adding the men and women of marketing to my regular fucks would put me at my limit. Beyond that, I don’t think I could keep up these affairs without people starting to feel neglected.
What was suffering in all of this was my work quality. My reports and response times were terrible, but thus far, I haven’t seen any negative feedback from it. That was surprising because my boss was one of the few men I interacted with at work whom I wasn’t pleasuring. However, given where his eyes went when we talked, I think he greatly appreciated my work attire. Or rather, my lack of it. Still, my assumption was that I would soon be fired. Either due to my work quality or because I finally got caught banging half the office. I didn’t care. My husband and I were both addicted to the drug, which was me acting like a whore. I wasn’t going to give that up until I had to.
While I may not have engaged in sex with my marketing coworkers yet, I had been laying on the flirting thick. Flirting wasn’t even the right term anymore. I was heavily implying to them if not outright confessing, that I wanted to fuck them all. I just needed to give them the opportunity.
“I’m going to be traveling all week. This is your opportunity,” Jake explained, being fully onboard with my plan to get my coworkers into my pants.
“That’s perfect! I just need to get them to come over. But I don’t want to just invite them, that would be so boring. This is my last chance to seduce someone at work. I want them to take the initiative and come over themselves. I’m going to have to do some heavy implying in our meeting tomorrow.” I had five people I needed to convince to show up at my house and start an affair with me.
The next day, in our daily meeting together, things started off normally, with everyone talking about some upcoming ad campaign that I hardly remembered at this point. I still chuckled at the ridiculous nature of me in these meetings. The four other men and one woman all sat in their professional attire as you would expect anyone in a similar position to dress. But mixed in with them was me, who was wearing the shortest skirt without any panties underneath. Just slightly opening my legs would expose any watchers to my bare pussy, something I ensured happened often. Standing up would almost always result in a quick flash of my womanhood to any keen-eyed observer. My top was no better, as all I wore nowadays was a bra. A bra that, if examined closed enough, didn’t even fully cover my nipples due to its slight sheerness.
My coworkers had long ago given up on trying to hide their glances at my barely clad body. Now, they all freely stare, and my behavior only encouraged them further. If I happen to make eye contact with them, I would lick my lips and give them fuck me eyes. If they are watching my tits jiggle in my bra, I would arch my back and stick out my chest for them. When they watch my legs, I innocently open them up and show them what I soon hope they will become much more familiar with.
“Something on your mind today, Kristin,” Colt asked. “You seem preoccupied with something. What’s wrong?”
Time to set the bait. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m trying to pay attention. It’s just… no, I shouldn’t talk about that here…,” I said, acting flustered.
“No, please share with us. We’re a team, and if something is bothering you, we want to try and help,” Clara added.
“It’s just Jake is away on a business trip, and I miss him so much. Well… I miss parts of him. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud, but lately, I’ve been so horny. And without him around, I’m left just masturbating all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but it’s not the same. I was in bed all last night writhing in sexual anguish. It’s driving me crazy. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry, guys. That was so unprofessional.” After my admission, the rest of the team was silent and wide-eyed for a bit.
“It’s okay, Kristin. We all can get overwhelmed by our emotions and urges,” Colby said, breaking the silence.
“Thank you guys. I’m always so thankful I can be so honest and open with you all. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I was tempted last night to go out and find a stranger to bring home and fuck me. But I would have no connection with them, and I worried it would be unsatisfying. Now, if I could find someone I’ve known for a while… god, that escort bursa would be truly what I needed right now,” I said, running my hands gingerly from my neck and downwards across my chest. “But I don’t have the courage to ask.” I made eye contact with each of my colleagues as I spoke, trying to convey my message clearly. “Oh god, listen to me complain. Let’s get back on task,” I said, trying to move the topic on.
As each person rambled on about their work, I studied them closely. They looked distracted now and weren’t focusing on the meeting topic. Instead, they stared into space and would often glance my way. Even Clara, the other woman in marketing, was behaving this way. She had been showing no less interest in me these past few weeks. The bait was set, and all I could do now was hope. That evening, I made sure I was ready for whomever might decide to pay me a visit.
The evening was long and quiet. I was reminded of one of my earliest adventures, where I waited in my underwear in a conference room at work, staging things to make it look like my coworkers had walked in on me changing. I had no control over when or if someone would arrive, resulting in a lot of anticipated waiting on my part.
At 8:30, I was partaking in my second glass of wine when I heard that oh-so-beautiful sound of my doorbell going off. I rushed to the door, trying not to get my hopes up. But who else would be visiting at this hour except a horny coworker looking for a booty call? Wearing a dark blue teddy and matching panties, I opened the door and saw my ever-so-naughty visitor.
Speak of the devil. “Hello, Shawn,” I said as I casually leaned on the door. Shawn was the coworker who had ultimately walked in on me in my underwear at the office when I had been waiting eagerly for someone to do so. Once again, he saved me from my impatience by showing up. Just as last time, I would need to ensure he was appropriately rewarded.
I gave no indication that I was embarrassed, having answered the door in lingerie. Shawn, meanwhile, looked like a wreck. I highly suspected he had agonized over whether or not to come over for hours and was nervous that he had made the wrong call. “Hi… hi… Kristin. I’m… I should go,” he said before turning around.
I grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. “So soon? Don’t tell me you came all the way over here just to not load up my pussy with every drop of cum you have to give.”
“What,” he replied, not processing my words. I took him by the hand and led him inside.
He was acting like he was in a dream like state, looking around in amazement that he was actually in my house. I led him to Jake and I’s bedroom and had him sit on the bed. “I wasn’t sure if I should come over or not. We don’t have to do this,” he said.
“But I really want to,” I replied. Standing just in front of him, I slid my shoulder straps off and let my teddy fall to the floor. Leaving me fully topless for my late-night visitor.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe this is happening,” he said in amazement at the sight of my tits.
“I can’t believe you took this long to finally show up. It was no accident that you walked in on me in my underwear all those weeks ago. All those accidental exposures I had with the marketing team? That’s all been for you. My slutty clothing I’m wearing around the office? For you. I thought I might need to get the words ‘Fuck me Shawn’ tattooed on me for you to finally get the message.” I slowly knelt down and pulled my panties down, leaving me fully naked.
With my fully naked body now visible to him, Shawn’s hesitation about the situation instantly faded, and he stood up and embraced me with a deep kiss. I let out a moan indicating my approval of this and fell onto the bed, pulling him down with me. He landed on top of me, and I felt his rapidly growing crotch poke me. “I’ve got to get my hands on what I’ve been obsessing over in the office all of these years,” I said as my hands went to unbuckle his belt and pants.
Having gotten in a lot of practice getting dicks out these past weeks, I had his cock in my hand in almost no time. “Fuck that’s hot,” I said, as my hand took hold of his member and stroked it slowly up and down. Was it the largest cock I’ve seen? Not even close. But I didn’t care. The idea of letting this man I’ve worked with for so many years finally have his way with me was the true sexual thrill I sought.
“Kissing you is awesome, but I’m going to burst a gasket if I don’t feel that thing pumping my pussy in the next ten seconds,” I cried out.
“Oh, yeah, okay,” Shawn said, looking like he entered his dream like state again. Two minutes ago, the poor guy was probably certain coming over here was a terrible idea and had been prepared for me to chew him out for showing up at such an hour. Instead, I’m begging him to fuck me.
With a shaking hand, he led the tip of his manhood to my entrance and struggled to get penetration. Not wishing to see him anguish like this, I görükle escort pushed my hips into him and felt his sweaty cock slip into me. “God, I needed this,” I whined as I wasted no time using my hips to drive him in and out of me. My coworker got over the initial shock of fucking me and got with the program, taking over the humping. After watching his dick slide in and out of me a bit, his head lifted back up, and we made eye contact. I took the opportunity to taste his lips again before looking him in the eyes more.
“Oh my gosh, should I have put on a condom? Is it okay that we aren’t using protection,” he asked in a moment of clarity. I loved the feeling of the bare skin of his cock rubbing inside me. He could explode his seed into me at any moment. I hadn’t used condoms with any of my new friends by design. “It’s perfect. You can cum in me too. I’d love to have your child,” I said. His face twisted into a combination of worried emotions. “That was a joke. I’m on birth control. But I’m not joking about you filling me up when you are ready.” He calmed himself hearing that. Well, partly calmed himself. His lust was only growing as I felt his thrust into me grow even more excited.
Shawn seemed to be a rather inexperienced lovemaker, and I half wondered if I was maybe his second partner ever. But he was still doing a good job. Every once and a while, the tip of his cock would find fantastically sensitive areas inside me, and I would exaggerate my reaction with a loud moan and tightly gripping the sheets I laid on. However, my mind wasn’t fully focused on the feelings Shawn was giving me. I had been in a lot of naughty situations lately, but this might be the most. I was fucking my coworker in my own house in the same bed Jake and I make love, all while my husband was out. The craziest part was I hadn’t invited just Shawn over. I had invited my entire marketing team. An invitation I highly suspected would be accepted by more than just the man currently balls deep in me.
It was right then, as I dwelled on that thought, that one of the men I had invited into my bed exploded inside me, sending an impressive amount of his cum to fill up my pussy. “Oh fuck yeah, Shawn, give me every drop,” I moaned loudly as he enjoyed the orgasm my body had given him. When he had finished, he pulled out and rolled over, panting loudly.
After taking a minute myself to enjoy the warm feeling his large loud had given me, I rolled over and kissed him again. “Thank you for coming over. I really didn’t want to spend another night masturbating alone.”
“I can come over again tomorrow. I can come over every night this week while Jake is out,” Shawn declared eagerly. Having him over every night, almost like a proxy husband, sounded awesome, but I knew it would cost me my opportunities with my other coworkers.
“I would love that, but I invited my girlfriend from college to spend some time starting tomorrow evening. But how about you spend the night?” He happily accepted that compromise, and I had a proxy husband for at least one night and morning.
Later that evening, I blew him to completion before we snuggled together, naked, for the night. I woke up feeling his erection on my ass, and I insisted he fuck me from behind before work. We both got a kick out of the idea of me walking around the office with his cum inside me. Unsurprisingly, this took our relationship to a whole new level, and at least once a week from then, we would find an opportunity to fuck at work. Often with me bent over in a stall while he pounded me from behind.
But before I settled into my new fuck-buddy relationship with Shawn, I needed to work on getting my other coworkers into bed with me. The morning after my first time with Shawn, and while his cum was still in me, I kicked up my flirting with Colby. I found him in the small break area all alone. We exchanged greetings, and he went back to focusing on his coffee. My subtle invitation the day before to the whole marketing team had only worked on one of them. I needed to be more direct. It was an odd thing to think about how to convince a man to come over and cum inside you without straight up asking him to.
“Hey, Colby. Could I convince you to come over for dinner tonight? I had a girlfriend who was supposed to stay with me for the week but had to leave unexpectedly. But before I knew she would be leaving early, I had made up a bunch of ingredients in preparation for a meal I planned to cook for the two of us. Now I have too much food and no one to eat it with since Jake is out of town this week. Can you come over and help me eat it?”
Colby looked at me, or rather my body, before answering. “If you’re sure, that’s alright. Jake won’t mind?”
“He’s fine. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He agreed, and I felt like I nearly had him in the bag. Or rather, the sack.
After work, I realized I needed to actually make something to eat, so I rushed to the store and got what I needed to cover up my not-so-innocent lie. I managed to get things ready just in time for my guest’s arrival at six. “Thank you so much for coming over with such short notice,” I said, greeting him as I opened the door. I had decided to take a different approach with Colby than I had with Shawn, just to mix things up. I was wearing a modest outfit of a simple t-shirt and blue jeans. It made me laugh because I was dressed far more professionally at home than I was at work. As far as he knew, this was exactly as I had advertised: a dinner between work friends.
We sat down to eat and exchanged small talk about the office, discussing a few work items. Eventually, we finished our food, and I could tell Colby was getting ready to announce his intentions to leave, which was when I would strike.
But then he pleasantly surprised me. “Kristin… I really appreciate you having me over for dinner. I really like spending time with you. But I have to admit something, otherwise I’ll regret it my whole life. I’m… obsessed with you. All these years we’ve worked together, I’ve always fantasized about you. I know that’s really unprofessional to say, and I might be fired for this if you report it, but it’s true. When I walked in on you in your bra, it was the greatest moment of my life. I love how you have the confidence to dress so lively at work, and I’ll admit I stare at you in our marketing meetings.”
I sat in silence, trying not to show the happiness I felt hearing this man confess his feelings for me. I let him continue. “I know you’re married, but is there any chance you and I could ever get together? I know you would never have sex with me. Just holding you would be a dream for me. If I’m totally off base, I can leave and pretend this never happened.” Colby’s face looked so desperate and distraught like he knew his words were pointless and he was about to be disappointed. I, being the cruel temptress I am, sat silently for what felt like half a minute.
Finally, I got up and walked to the hall, out of sight of my dinner date. He got up and started to head to the door, feeling totally downtrodden. Just as he reached the front door, I poked my head out from the hall. “Are you going to follow me, or am I fucking myself relentlessly tonight?”
Colby’s face lit up as he understood that all of his desires and more were about to be granted. He literally jogged to catch up with me as I led him into my bedroom, where he would soon become the second of my marketing coworkers to learn how it felt to cum inside me in this bed. I had him sit on the edge of the bed and proceeded to slowly undress myself in front of him. “How many times have you pleasured yourself thinking about what I look like under these clothes,” I asked as my jeans fell to the floor, revealing I wore no panties.
“So many times. I’m not lying when I say I’m obsessed with you.” I then pulled my shirt over my head, also revealing my lack of bra.
“Now that you have me naked and willing, what do you…”
“I want to fuck your tits!” Colby blurted out loudly, interrupting me. I was taken aback at how he instantly knew what he wanted to do with me.
“Okay. I’m all yours tonight. We can start with a good old fashion tit job.” I knelt down in front of him and got his cock out. I took a few moments to stroke it and appreciate how I soon would learn what every dick in marketing felt like. But then I turned to the real task at hand and positioned my ample breasts around his manhood. The size of my tits was advantageous when it came to giving out tit jobs. Almost like they were made for this. Just like the rest of my body seemed tailored made to please men. Once positioned, I used my hands to lift them up and down, massaging his cock with them.
“Oh fuck, that’s amazing. I never thought this would happen. Thank you so much, Kristin,” he said with a huge smile.
“You do know I didn’t invite you here just for a meal. You just beat me to the punch. I wasn’t going to let you leave tonight without getting my hands, or I guess my tits, all over that dick,” I said back, trying to return his smile. Colby’s body convulsed in pleasure as I started rubbing his cock faster with my bosoms. Then, without warning, he came all over my upper chest, letting out a loud grunt as he did so. I didn’t stop pleasuring him and squeezed out all of the cum he was offering. The end result was my tits being covered. I stood up, and he looked in awe at the work of art he had created with my chest.
“Sorry. I hope that was okay,” he said, looking a bit embarrassed.
“It will be provided you aren’t spent.”
“Oh, I’m up for a lot tonight. Especially if you give me some assistance,” he said, indicating to his crotch. I shrugged and knelt back down. This time I took him into my mouth, which flooded my taste buds with the taste of his cum from his last orgasm.
“I want to cum everywhere on and in you before the night is over,” he said as he leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of my tongue on the tip of his dick. From there, we proceeded to try and accomplish just that. First, with a mouth full of cum followed by him cumming on my face after I gave him a hand job. I took the initiative and offered him my ass, which he gladly took.
