Now, if there was one guy who liked extracurricular activities, it was Henry. He was a first class asshole. He always had the nastiest ideas, which usually involved completely humiliating either me or Becky. Whenever he approached me for a special request, I knew I'd end up with either a sore ass, a cum soaked face, ripped clothes, or any combination thereof. Usually, just listening to one of his requests, was enough to make my cunt water. This time was no different!
It was a Friday morning. When Henry came in, he greeted both me and Becky and walked straight into his office, only to call me two minutes later and summon me into his office. I knocked.
"Come on in, and close the door behind you," he said, "Take off your clothes, everything except your shoes."
I did.
"Now, get on your knees, spread your legs and play with yourself," he said.
I knew better than to pretend with him, so I quickly found my clit and started flicking it around.
After looking at me for a minute or two, he rolled his chair around the desk towards me, whispering, "That's it, you little slut, just don't cum without my permission."
When my clit was a big as it was going to get, I used my other hand to drive two fingers up my cunt, gently and started pushing them in and pulling them back. After watching me masturbate for a few minutes, he slowly took out his cock and started jacking off.
Several minutes later, I felt myself approaching an orgasm, so I opened my eyes, looked up at him and asked, "Can I please cum, sir?"
"Not yet," he said. A little frustrated, I stopped flicking my clit and fingering my cunt, but kept my hands close. When the threat of an orgasm was gone, I started up again. After another few minutes of mutual masturbation, I felt the onset of an orgasm again. Again I asked permission to cum, and again I was denied.
This happened two more times. Needless to say, I was getting frustrated. The time in between potential orgasms was decreasing rapidly, giving me less and less reprieve.
"Do you have any plans for the weekend?"
"Nothing written [pant] in stone [pant], sir," I replied.
"Good," he said, "My house is being fumigated so I'll be spending the entire weekend in the office. I could really use a little slut like you to keep me company and take all the abuse I can dish out."
"It [pants] will be my pleasure [pant] sir," I moaned.
Just like that, I had agreed to his ridiculous and disrespectful proposal.
"You won't get paid the overtime," he said, "There is no bonus in it, you won't be an employee, just a filthy slut, and I'll still expect you to be here on Monday!"
"Yes sir," I breathed, horny as fuck by now.
He was good. He knew what he was doing; making me play with myself, getting me all hot and bothered before dropping the question. Not that I would have said no otherwise, seeing him jerk off his big cock right in front of me would have been enough, I think.
Eventually, when I asked yet again for permission, with a broken voice, he said, "Yes, go ahead."
"Thank you sir," I grunted as I continued masturbating, quickly reaching the point of no return and started climaxing right in front of him, my body shuddering and convulsing wildly. Only a few seconds later, he rolled his chair a bit closer, scooted towards the edge of his seat, slid off and fell to his knees, aiming his cock slightly up, ejaculating all over my naked body.
As I felt his cum splatter against my thighs, stomach, tits and even a few drops on my face, I came even more powerfully and screamed loudly, really fingering the shit out of myself. He was kind enough to let me work myself through my whole orgasm, before kicking me out.
"Get out," he said coldly, as he got up, zipped up his pants and sat back down in his chair. I got up, grabbed my clothes, but before I could head out, he said, "Leave the panties, I don't want you wearing any today... as matter of fact, leave the bra too."
"Yes sir," I said, taking just my blouse, skirt and shoes and walking out.
In the hallway, I noticed music coming out of Brain's office. After putting on my shoes, skirt and blouse, I walked to his door, which was slightly ajar. As I peeked in, I could see Becky standing on Brian's desk, stripping to the music being played. From the looks of things, she'd been at it for a while already, as she was down to her underwear, her clothes scattered across the floor. Brian and David were sitting in front of the desk, facing her, jacking their cocks. Becky noticed me, but didn't react to my presence. I smiled and walked over to my desk, sat down and checked my email.
A few minutes later Donald walked in, greeted me with a drowsy hello, but then was also quickly drawn in by the music. He stopped in the doorway to Brian's office and looked on for about ten seconds. Suddenly he waved his hand, getting my attention and crooked his finger at me. He put his briefcase down and unzipped his pants, getting his dick ready by the time I reached him. I realized he wanted a blowjob, so I dropped to my knees. Donald immediately rammed his big cock past my lips and started shafting my mouth.
About a minute into the blowjob, I noticed - from the corner of my eye - David jumping up and frantically wanking his dick, shooting cum all over the carpet. Brian followed only ten or fifteen seconds later. Becky hadn't even taken her panties completely off yet.
"Don't stop," Donald said, as he was nowhere near an orgasm yet. Becky continued dancing, caressing herself and assuming all sorts of naughty positions. She eventually took off her panties, instantly causing Donald to fill my mouth with his warm sperm. Amazing! They'd probably seen her naked about a thousand times, fucked and abused her hundreds of times, done unspeakable things to her and yet here they were, all three of them shooting their loads at the mere sight of her undressing herself and dancing to some random music.
With no more cocks to drain, Becky and I went to clean ourselves up in the lavatories and then headed out for a very early and long brunch. When we came back, I sent a text to my husband telling him I'd have to work the whole weekend as there was some sort of emergency. I also added that I would take care of him tonight, and added a few naughty smileys. A few minutes, he replied that he was disappointed about the weekend but that he was looking forward to whatever I had in mind later that day. That "whatever" turned out to be nothing more than a quick blowjob before dinner and a sloppy, messy handjob in bed, just before going to sleep.
Saturday, 9h58 am
I entered the building through the garage entrance and took the elevator up to the sixth floor; I had never been in the building at this hour and was amazed at how quiet it really was; no people, no phones, no printers humming...
After hanging up my coat, I cleared my throat and said, "Sir, I am here."
"You're early, good... Carter's office, in just your underwear," I heard Henry shouting back. I put down my purse, took off my shoes, skirt and blouse and tiptoed into Carter's office. Henry was sitting behind the desk, holding a picture frame and wanking his giant, morning wood.
