The Office Escapade
Introduction:
A fun little fantasy/sex caper for Yvonne and her co-workers
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Just for the record, the people portrayed in this story are fantasy characters.
The office is real. The first names are real. The events and actions of the
characters are not.
This story is intended to be read only as a fun, erotic fantasy. Aside
from a few, non-identifying details to make the story more entertaining for
select readers, Yvonne has NOT — in any way — divulged any confidential,
personal information about the people in her office.
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The seven men around the big restaurant table had gone through the plan one last time. Everyone seemed satisfied that it would work. Duane said, “I think it’s time to take a vote. Does anyone else have any more discussion?”
“We’re short a man,” Theresa’s husband said. “I thought we agree each of the women would get two.”
Duane replied, “There is a man at the office who would take part, I’m certain of that.” Laughing, he added, “If not, we can always recruit a janitor.”
Theresa’s hubby was less than amused at the idea that luck of the draw could put a janitor’s cock in wife. “Well,” he said cautiously, “I’m sure we can recruit someone…um…more appropriate…to take part in the festivities, Duane.”
“Good! If there’s no other discussion, will all those in favor of proceeding please vote ‘yes’ by raising your right hand.”
Theresa’s husband and Duane immediately put their hands in the air…followed quickly by Officers Logan and Pankowitz, and the three Canon service technicians.
“It’s unanimous,” Duane said. “We’ll gather Wednesday morning — ‘Hump Day!’ — at the Canon van parked in front of the office building.”
***
Once an idea has sprouted into a plan, it’s often hard to remember exactly where the original seed came from. So it was with this plan.
The seed might have been Yvonne’s email to Duane, describing the sexual flirtation that often took place with the guys from Canon.
Or, it might have been the youngest of the copier techs, who made the off-hand remark that “if I hadn’t been worried I’d end up trying to handle all four of those women at once, I’d have jumped any of their sexy bones.”
Whatever it was that truly set things in motion, the fanciful passing thought had germinated to idea…and the unlikely idea had sprouted to plan. Now, that plan was about to yield a harvest of action.
As plans go, was simplicity itself. Duane would join the three service techs, posing as a Canon rep — all of them there to install the four new copiers the office had ordered. The two police officers would show up a few minutes later, ostensibly to talk to the copier crew about where the van was parked. And, shortly after that, Theresa’s husband would stop by on the pretense of trading cars with her.
Once all of them were gathered, the women would see their flirtations come to an unexpected fruition!
***
The women in the office were a tempting — make that compelling — group of females to drive such a plan. Each brought her own kind of sexiness to the sexually-fevered mind of this group of men who had put a lot of time and effort into taking part in the fuck-fest.
Yvonne is 37…with a lithe, athletic body…shapely legs and a pretty, round ass. Her small breasts have a perkiness to them that make a man’s hands ache to hole them. Her long blonde hair hangs in soft cascades around her shoulders…and her dark, sensuous eyes are full of life and glaze in arousal.
Diane is about 33, dirty blonde hair that hangs nearly to her nipples. She’s medium build, not thin but deliciously curvy. She has a big thing for men in uniform. The other women tease her that “boy scouts” aren’t safe in her presence, since they wear uniforms.
Theresa is the same age as Yvonne — with shoulder length blonde, and a thin, spare body with small, perky breasts. She’s been married for about 12 years — and her hubby, who quickly joined in on the plan quickly, gravitates toward kinky pleasures.
Lori is about 22, but looks like she’s barely old enough to drive. She can’t buy a drink at a bar without showing her ID every time she orders. She has long, dirty blonde hair. Very thin, with modest breasts that are perfectly proportional to her figure.
***
Wednesday morning was a warm, beautiful day — blue skies and sunshine blanketing the city. A perfect day for a gangfuck!
The seven men gathered inside the large Canon van. The youngest of the service techs, Carson, would go up first, to make sure there was nothing unusual going on in the office and that all four women were present.
The last time he had been to the office, the four attractive women had teased him mercilessly! He left with a raging hard on…and stroked his cock for days, fantasizing about fucking the four of them…one after the other. Today, he’d finally get a chance to empty his balls into one of the sluts! He could hardly wait!
The other six sipped coffee from the shop around the corner and waited to hear from the “scout.” Theresa’s husband was dressed for work, Duane was wearing a Canon shirt. The off-duty cops were in full patrol regalia.
Duane’s cell phone beeped, and her looked at the incoming text message: “All here.”
“Gentlemen,” he said to the horny group, “it’s on!”
The two remaining Canon reps, Jared and Brad, along with Duane, who was dressed as one, piled out and unloaded the four new copiers onto carts. They were massive units — slightly over five feet long and about about 40 inches wide and 48 inches tall. The cartons they were packed in were the perfect dimension to serve as crucial props for the plan.
Carson came back from his scouting mission, and the four “service techs” rolled the carts through the front door and into the freight elevator. “Up we go,” said Jared.
“IN we go,” laughed Carson. “The ladies are in fine form today.”
***
The “team” stepped off the elevator and rolled the carts to the office. Yvonne’s eyes widened when she saw Duane among the Canon techs, and she walked her pretty ass over to the group.
“All right,” she said, smiling, “are you going to tell me what you’re up to?”
“Well, ma’am,” he answered playfully, “we’re just here to install this new equipment. In fact, we plan to ensure that you’ve received all the service you need before we leave.”
Yvonne’s dark eyes smiled. “We can be demanding,” she retorted. “It may take a lot of effort to fully service us.”
Duane handed her a slip of paper — his hotel and room number written on it. “Just in case, perhaps you’d be kind enough to meet privately for a full service evaluation this evening.”
She laughed. “We’ll see how the installation goes. I’ll be interested to see why our little office requires four of Canon’s finest to perform this set up.”
The group went to work, quickly installing the four new copiers. The installation was simple and straightforward — one man could have done it in a couple of hours. With four on the job, it would take less than one.
The two off-duty police officers showed up next…first accounting for their presence by talking to the Canon driver about where he had parked…then drifting over to Diane’s desk to flirt with the curvy woman. She reveled in the attention from the uniformed officers.
Finally, Theresa’s hubby came strolling in. His wife was easy to spot in the crowd…dressed in her customary black. He went over, made excuses for his visit, and pulled up a chair to chat.
Scott, the final piece to the puzzle, was drawn to the office for two reasons. The first was typical for him — he loved to interact with the four sexy women. They fed his rich fantasy life — he enjoyed immensely. In his mid-40s, the man had fallen into the comfortable trap of marriage and responsibility — but not a lot of adventure. It didn’t bother him much. After all, that was something he shared with many other people who lives had fallen into a bit of a rut.
The salt-and-pepper hair that reflected back at him every morning from the mirror made his interactions with these sexy little women at the office a pleasant diversion. Scott loved his wife, but he sometimes yearned for a sexual adventure. Sometimes, he would get lost in a day dream, thinking of his beard tickling the thighs of a co-worker.
The second reason Scott was drawn to the office was much simpler — there seemed to be a lot of activity today, and his natural curiosity attracted him like steel filings to a magnet.
He wandered over to Carson…tipping his mug to his lips. “So, does that thing make coffee?” he asked with a chuckle.
Carson smiled at the now-familiar joke, and gave an unexpected answer: “No, but if you stick around, you’ll discover it does produce some cream.”
Scott raised an eyebrow, then narrowed his eyes — trying to get his brain around the non-sequitur. Failing, he simply wandered around the area…picking up precious snippets of conversation as he walked…
…cop to Diane: “Maybe I can arrange a demonstration of how we handcuff an unwilling subject. Once you’re cuffed, I might show you some of our less publicized techniques using the nightstick…”
…Canon tech guy to Lori: “Once the unit is plugged in, it can churn away for hours and hours. I’m sure a sexy little woman like you could keep it running all day…and all night, too…”
…Duane to Yvonne: “Training is crucial to making it perform in a pleasing way. Soon, we’ll take all of you to one of the training rooms and put you through your paces…”
…Theresa’s hubby to his wife: “Just because you’re at work doesn’t mean I won’t put you over my knee and spank your ass, little girl…”
Scott pulled at his collar…suddenly feeling a little over-warm.
There was definitely a vibe in the air — a sexual charge that ionized the atmosphere like static electricity before the breaking of a summer thunderstorm. He poured more coffee, and chuckled to himself at what surely was just an overactive imagination.
***
Duane clapped his hands to draw the attention of the group in the office. “Okay, everyone, we need to review some of the unusual features of the equipment we’ve brought to the office today. It looks like the large training room is open in back, so let’s all go there, please.”
The group filed into the largest of the rooms. Tables and chairs were lined up in a classroom-type layout. At the front of the room, the usual head table had been moved over to make room for a second.
Lined up on the two tables were the four shipping cartons the copiers had come in. In the ends of the cartons, someone had taken an Exacto knife and cut six-inch holes near the center of the panel. On each box, a large number was printed in Magic Marker: 1, 2, 3 and 4.
The group of seven strolled to the front of the room while the women…and Scott…began to settle into the chairs. Duane caught Scott’s attention, and had him join the group at the front. Now they were eight.
As elected by the group, Carson stepped up, and looking at each of the four women in turn, spoke for them:
“Ladies, you have mercilessly teased us,” he gestured toward his fellow Canon techs, “for years. Today, you can stop teasing and start living out your fantasies.”
Diane’s eyes immediately went to the pair of cops, and her face took on a tinge of color.
“I presume you’re all familiar with the concept of a ‘gloryhole.’ Just in case, let me give you a quick explanation. The original gloryhole was an opening in the wall of a video viewing booth at adult bookstores. Men would watch for couples entering the booth next door, and they would put their hard peckers through the opening to be sucked by the woman anonymously.”
Yvonne took a deep, ragged breath…seeing the perverse imagination of Duane at work behind this setup. Lori and Theresa looked like they were in shock, Diane just kept staring at the cops.
Carson continued: “Now days, a gloryhole is any situation where a woman sucks and fucks a man in a way that both are anonymous to the other. Behind me, you see four cardboard booths…with a gloryhole at each end. One for each sexy woman who has earned the right to suck and fuck our cocks.”
The group watched the women. Would they yell…curse…flip the bird and stomp out? Or, would they continue to sit in rapt silence — drawing shallow, aroused breaths and launch their erecting nipples out like little stubby missiles?
None of them moved. None complained or protested.
Theresa’s husband stepped forward next. “The manila envelope I’m holding has four slips of paper in it,” he said. “Each has a number on it. You’ll draw the slips to find out which gloryhole box you’ll crouch, in darkness and anonymity, inside. Keep your number secret.”
The sexual electricity in the room was fairly crackling as he continued.
“Once you’re settled in the boxes, the men will return and we’ll draw our own numbers. One man will step up to each end of the box…and either fuck your pussy or mouth depending on which way you’re turned inside the box. After each of you has an orgasm…and after all of the eight men have cum…we’ll leave the room again, and you can climb out, clean up and get dressed.”
The room was completely silent, except for the labored breathing of twelve people — the eight marauding cocks and the four, now moist, pussies.
“No one will know who sucked and fucked who. Scott can’t harass anyone in particular, because he can’t be sure who he had sex with. The Canon guys can’t take liberties or get out of line, because the same is true for them. For all Theresa will know, it’s me who fucked her…or someone else. Diane can believe she was taken at both ends by cops — but she’ll never know for sure.”
Theresa’s husband surveyed the room.
“Safe. Anonymous. Fun.”
He walked to where the four women were sitting in a surprised, aroused cluster…and offered the opened end of the envelope to his wife. She drew a slip of paper…opened it behind shrouded hands…and took a deep breath.
Next to draw was Lori. Her hands were shaking and her youthful face was shining in excitement and nervousness as she pulled a slip from the depths of the envelope.
Diane drew third…looking at the peace officers, who she hoped would prove to be her own private force of ‘piece’ officers soon.
Yvonne took the remaining slip of paper.
Theresa’s husband looked at each of them in turn. “Everybody know your number?”
They nodded. “Okay,” he said, “fold them back up and return them to the envelope.”
He walked back to the front of the room, and Duane stepped forward.
“We realized early on that there are a lot of ways to ‘cheat’ this game. For example, any clothes you leave on could give you away. So, both the men and the women will be completely nude for the main event.”
He looked for objections, and seeing none continued.
“Ladies, you’ll be able to see quite a bit through the gloryhole in front of your face, and might figure out which man you were sucking. And, if the lids of the box aren’t secure, the men might be able to see enough of your back to figure out which woman he was pumping into. Either way, there would be a loss of the security of anonymity. So, we’re going to blindfold each of you. And, when you are on your hands and knees inside the box, we’re going to seal the top with box tape.”
Yvonne spoke up. “Who’s going to blindfold us and seal the box? That person will know which box each of us is in.”
Duane smiled at his online paramour. “That’s true. Since I’m the ‘stranger’ here…from out of town and all that…I was elected by the group to take care of those things. I won’t be around to ‘blow’ the secret.”
Yvonne smiled her pretty smile. She thought that tonight, when she went to Duane’s hotel room, she could find out who did what to who. She liked the idea that, ultimately, she would have the secret.
“Just so you ladies know, the men will be paired off in these teams: Jared and Brad,” the two Canon techs took theatrical bows…“Theresa’s husband and Carson,” they waved like riders on a parade float…”our two cops,” they tossed smart salutes…”and Scott and myself.”
He gestured to Theresa’s hubby, who stepped forward with the envelope. “Gentlemen…let’s draw our numbers. Keep it to yourselves.”
Jared drew and flashed the number to Brad. The older of the two cops pulled out a slip, and showed it to his younger partner. Carson drew, and quickly shared the number with Theresa’s hubby.
Duane looked at the four women’s male co-worker. “Why don’t you do the honors, Scott.”
He pulled out the last slip with a smile on his face.
“Don’t bother showing me, buddy,” Duane said. “I’ll just follow you to the right box…or mouth…as the case may be.”
Turning back to the women, Duane finished up. “One last element to make it even more random,” he said. “Each pair of men will flip a coin outside, determining whether they get head or tail.” The men laughed uproariously at that…the women smiled nervously. “Heads will be the end of the box facing the room, tails the end facing the wall.”
He gestured toward the door. “Gents, please step into the hallway while I get the ladies ready.”
The group filed out.
***
Duane had the four women stand and turn their backs to him. Around each of their heads, he wrapped a soft, triple layer cotton band that covered their eyes and tied securely in back.
“Okay, ladies,” he said, “remove all your clothing.”
They began hesitantly…then realized that none of the others could see them. Apparently, the knowledge that their co-workers would not lay eyes on their nude body created greater comfort, because the hesitation was replaced by aroused haste.
After taking the opportunity to admire the four sexy bodies standing before him…and reflecting that, whichever of them Scott had drawn, it would be a pleasure to plunder any mouth or pussy standing in beautiful nakedness in front of him…Duane took Yvonne by the hand, and carefully led the aroused woman to the table.
“Don’t say anything, Yvonne…just hold up the number of fingers for your box number.”
She raised three fingers, and Duane moved a chair in front of box number three. Guiding her onto the chair, then helping her step up onto the table…finally assisting her as she stepped in the box, Duane guided Yvonne into position — on her hands and knees facing the room…he folded the flaps of the carton closed and taped them into place.
Next was Lori. She held up four fingers, and he helped the youthful-looking woman settle into the end box. Diane showed a single digit, and he helped the randy female settle into box number one. Finally, Theresa was “packed away” in the second box.
All was in readiness…but he couldn’t resist a quick visit to box number three. He leaned down and whispered a quiet shush to the woman he’d fantasized over for months. Reaching through the head hole, he took one of her perky little breasts in his hand…squeezing and rubbing the soft flesh….then pinching and twisting the hard nipple hanging from the tip of her tit. She moaned softly. “See you tonight,” he whispered, then stepped out of the room.
***
Only moments later, all eight men re-entered. Logan, the older cop, was last through the door, and he stopped to close and secure it. Then, the eight stripped out of their clothes — revealing a pack of turgid cocks that were ready for the real installation that would happen that day.
Padding across the floor on bare feet, each stepped to the end of a box — determined by random drawing and a flip of the coin — and pushed the hardness of their meatstick into the darkness within.
The women…sensing the swollen pricks that had invaded their space…hungrily closed their lips around the fat heads and steely shafts of the cocks that swam in space before their blinded faces…and searched with rotating hips for the rod they knew was waiting to enter their hot, wet pussy.
Diane fed like a hungry calf on the man-meat in her mouth…picturing a hard-bodied policeman standing outside the box, groaning and sweating in pleasure as the woman who loved a man in uniform sucked him deep and hard. Behind her, another hard dick found pay dirt at the dripping slit between her legs. In her mind, she saw the other cop…his buttocks squeezing in muscular effort as he drove his hard flesh deep into her belly…over and over…until she was weak from repeated orgasms.
Theresa was nervous. In one part of her mind, she hoped that the cock she was sucking with such ardor…or the one plowing through the molten furrow of her overheated pussy…belonged to her husband. On the other hand, the aroused and lustful part of her mind…the one that loved her hubby’s kinky nature…hoped that it was two complete strangers using her mouth and cunt like the holes in a blow-up fuckdoll. Either way, there was one inescapable reality…the wife was more aroused than she could ever remember…her pussy was convulsing through what seemed like an endless string of orgasms…and she wanted…more than she could fully understand, to feel the two cocks empty their balls in her mouth and fuckhole.
Yvonne worked her pussy over the cock behind her…in long, urgent strokes….while her tongue swirled over the pulsing dick in her mouth. She was cumming almost immediately…and didn’t stop cumming until her pussy and mouth were both flooded…almost simultaneously…with the semen of the two men who fate had put at each end of her lust-filled body.
Lori worked her athletic body back and forth between the two cocks that skewered her from each end…lost in bliss. She was covered in a sheen of sweat…moaning around the hard flesh that filled her mouth…”feeling the burn” and the ecstatic release of a deep, hard fucking.
The room resonated with grunts and groans…moans and sighs…the slap of flesh against flesh…until all twelve bodies were exhausted and drained of lust.
***
Duane had the room service dinner ready when the knock sounded at his door. He opened it to Yvonne’s smiling face. They fell into each other’s arms…and he pulled her into the room.
Yvonne broke the kiss long enough to whisper in his ear, “That was soooo fucking hot today, Duane!”
He chuckled…and enthusiastically nodded in agreement.
Looking at him seductively, Yvonne couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer: “C’mon, baby,” she pleaded. “Tell me who fucked me today!”
He laughed. “Two out of eight plundered you, slutty little Yvonne.”
“Be nice! Tell me!”
“Okay,” Duane answered, as he began opening her blouse, “you’re going to take my cock in all three of your willing holes.”
She saw that he was not going to let her in on the secret…but it didn’t matter much. Not after his mouth found her hard nipple and his finger brushed over the sensitive tip of her clit.
