Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Early Monday morning, about two weeks later, Henry came out of his office and walked up to my desk.
"Maya, it's time for our annual poker night. We're going you to need you to entertain, along with Becky. Are you free tomorrow?"
I glanced up from my screen and replied, "Yes sir, hubby's is going to a football game with his friends."
"Oh," he replied. That obviously wasn't the answer he was looking for.
"How about Thursday night?" he continued.
"Also free, sir," I replied. After this second attempt, I figured I'd help him out a little bit.
"We have a date night planned on Friday, sir." I said, feeling my cheating, conniving cunt contract as I couldn't believe what a backstabbing whore I was being -- for no apparent reason.
"Friday it is then," he whispered. "I'll send out an office email about it."
I nodded and whispered, "I'll call my husband and let him know, sir."
"Hang on just a sec," Henry whispered, before turning his head towards Becky.
"Beck, you wearing pantyhose?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she replied absentmindedly, not looking up from her screen.
"Take 'm off, give 'm to me."
She kicked off her shoes, stood up and slowly wriggled out of them, using both hands. After stepping out of them, she handed them to him before sitting back down, never really giving him her full attention.
"Pull them over your head," Henry said, addressing me now, throwing Becky's pantyhose on my desk.
I picked them up and did as I was told, then looked up at him through the thin, brown fabric.
"Now, you can call your husband," he said, as he whipped out his fat cock and started pumping it.
As I was scrolling through the contact list on my phone, Henry pushed his big tip against my nose, stroking his growing shaft. At that moment, Brian walked in. He was instantly intrigued by the way I was sitting there, clearly about to get abused.
"Hell yeah, mind if I join ya?" he asked, largely rhetoric. Without waiting for a response from Henry, he put his leather briefcase down next to my desk and rushed over to the other side of my face, tugging his semi-hard dick.
When hubby answered the call, about twenty seconds later, I started off with some chitchat, asking him how his morning had been, if he'd gotten to work okay, etc. Then, about two minutes later -- Brian and Henry were sporting enormous erections by now, constantly bumping their fists and/or their fat mushroom tips against my dumb face -- I got to the point and told him that I had to cancel date night.
I told him there was an impromptu office party Friday night and that I needed to make an appearance, that I needed to be a group player -- if only he knew. I, of course, left out the fact that I had sabotaged date night myself because it gave me a wet cunt.
Disappointed, hubby started complaining and pointed out that this was the second date night in a row that I had cancelled. He then whined about how inapproachable I had been lately, and how he was starting to feel as if he was married to his right hand instead of me.
I pretended to be sorry and understanding, comforting him with words and false promises, while in the meantime rolling my eyes and making belittling hand gestures towards the phone. This new level of blatant betrayal got to Brian first. He let out a small grunt, then started cumming on the left side of my pantyhose covered face.
It was a typical, thick, creamy morning load. It was so much that it quickly started sliding down and dripping onto my clothes. While I soothed hubby some more, telling him that this was all temporary and that he had to hang in there for a little while longer, Henry ejaculated too...
His load was waterier and didn't consist of any ropes or strands. It was just a seemingly endless supply of drops. By wobbling his fat dick wildly in his fist, he made sure that not only my face -- covered by the stockings -- but also my hands, the phone, my clothes and even my hair got splattered.
When Henry's balls were empty, he glanced me up and down and -- happy with how I looked -- turned to Becky, whispering, "Open up, love."
As she kept one eye on her screen, she slowly turned her head and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide his half-hard dong in there. He pumped it back and forth a few times, before zipping up and casually walking away.
Brian squeezed my tits for a few seconds, before heading to his office too. With no longer anyone interested in my phone call with hubby, I took him off speaker. I wrapped up the call as quickly as I could and then headed for the bathroom, to clean myself up.
Around noon, Becky's phone rang. Although she was stark naked from the waist down, getting her twat licked by Donald under her desk, she picked up. A few moments later, she said, "Please hold."
She muted the call and turned to me, saying, "It's the lobby. Your husband is here, with flowers and a picnic basket."
Startled, I looked at her, not sure how to proceed. Realizing this was going to take a while, Becky put down the horn and reclined back in her seat, further enjoying the pussy-licking she was getting. Should I go down to the lobby, invite him up, tell him off...
I paced around nervously for a few seconds, then decided I needed advice. Although four out of six of my bosses were present at the time, I decided to ask Henry for instructions. I knocked and walked in, against better judgement. Although he was simply reading his newspaper, he took offense.
"You knock... then you wait for permission to come in," he said strictly.
"But... my husband is downstairs," I said, hoping that that would constitute as an exception.
"And don't speak unless you're asked a question, you dumb slut!" he added. I felt my cunt contract.
Calmly, he added, "Get out of my office, take off your clothes and try again."
I couldn't believe it. Even though he knew how urgent the situation was and how nervous I was, he still made me jump through his wonderfully humiliating hoops. I did as I was told and backed out of the room, closing the door. About forty seconds later, I knocked on that same door -- only now I was stark naked, as requested.
The bastard made me wait. God, that made me even hornier than I already was.
Then, after almost thirty seconds, he finally shouted, "Come in."
Not about to make the same mistake twice, I calmly walked in and remained quiet.
"Sit!" he said, as if ordering a dog, not even looking up from his screen.
I walked over to one of the two chairs in front of his desk and sat down, my hands on my bare knees, impatiently waiting for him to address me again. Again, he made me wait. This time, for well over a minute. Then, still without taking his eyes off the screen, he ordered, "Sit like a slut."
He was toying with me -- and it was making my cunt quiver. After all, this was exactly why I had chosen Henry and not one of my other available bosses. He was the biggest asshole there...
Obediently, I opened my legs as wide as the chair would allow, reclined a little bit and interlocked my hands behind my head. There I was, in all my glory, completely on display.
After extensively looking at every curve of my naked body and making me wait for another couple of minutes, he casually asked, "So, what seems to be the problem?"
I told him that apparently hubby was waiting downstairs with flowers and some sort of surprise, and that I didn't know what to do -- or, what according to Henry, would be an appropriate response. That's what a mindless fuck toy I had become.
He got up and walked over to the window. After a solid thirty seconds, he turned around and ogled me, as he seemed to be giving the whole thing some serious thought.
"Shall I send him away, sir?" I asked, impatiently but politely.
"After he's come all this way, just to surprise you?" he asked, "No. You're going to let him fuck you."
"I am, sir?" I whispered, surprised.
"Yes, you are," he replied, "A quick, rushed, pity fuck... but first,
we
are all going to fuck you, and cum inside of you. That should provide hubby with more than enough lubrication, don't you think?"
Slightly shocked, but wickedly aroused by his devious order, I smiled and nodded meekly. He then walked up to me, taking his dick out and sliding it into my piehole, while I was still sitting like a slut. He started fucking my mouth, hard and deep, making me gag almost non-stop for the next three minutes.
When he lost interest, he pulled out, slapped his rock-hard dick against my right cheek a couple of times, before disrespectfully dismissing me like the dumb slut that I was.
"Go and wait in conference room B. We'll be right with you," he said. I got up and did as I was told.
About four minutes later, the gang started strolling in, one by one -- including Becky. Henry promptly nudged me onto my back, on the large conference table. Of course, the fact that I was already naked, greatly expedited things. Donald, who'd been licking Becky's twat, stepped up first.
"Shotgun," he announced as he nudged my legs apart and slid his dong into my hungry, drenched cunt. I moaned loudly as I started rocking back and forth under his passionate thrusts.
