My third and probably final Jenkins episode. If you haven't read
Nude Wednesday
and
A Few Wednesdays Later,
this may not make a lot of sense. If you have read those, I'm sure you realize none of this makes much sense!
Thanks to RoisinDubh79 for beta reading.
Jenkins: Starting a new week
It was the second Monday after what had turned out to be my best day ever at work. That was on a Wednesday; it started with my gorgeous boss, Rolanda (stark naked per company Nude Wednesday policy), jacking me off for 'target practice', accurately directing my ropes of cum to land on her sexy, long-legged assistant Marilyn's pussy, then covering my work station while Marilyn and I fucked in the boss's office.
The day could've stopped right there, but no; our voluptuous, dark-skinned dynamo of a Division Vice President, Selene, ordered Rolanda and me to her office for 'remedial training' which turned out to be her giving a boring monologue on sexual harassment and inappropriate office behavior. Had she gotten wind of what Marilyn and I had been doing? Who cares -- her lecture was delivered while my naked boss sat on my face, Selene rode my cock and she and Rolanda made out and played with each other's bare breasts. All three of us came in close succession, then Selene re-arranged us with Rolanda eating my cream pie out of her pussy while I banged my lovely, strawberry-haired boss from behind. Another orgasm for each of us, so call it a double triple for the day. I'd deposited four loads of cum in or on three lovely pussies belonging to three beautiful women. When the security guard that morning had said "Have a nice workday!" I thought later
he had no fucking clue!
So why was I thinking about that Wednesday on this Monday? That's easy -- I thought about that Wednesday pretty much all the time! While I did so I made my way to my locker, hung up my slacks and removed my underwear, slipped back into my comfortable loafers and headed to my work-station, naked below the waist per corporate policy for non-management personnel who did not routinely interact with the public.
As I approached my station I saw Marilyn standing in my place, trying to concentrate on the screen in front of her with its real-time depiction of the movement of supplies and goods in a particular geographic region handled by our department. The job required quick decisions to avoid and untangle bottlenecks. Software could do a halfway decent job, but skilled Station Techs like me were well worth the high cost of labor.
What really gave our company an advantage, though, was the way department leaders like Rolanda challenged their techs. We stood at our work stations which were open-framed, giving the leader easy access to our genitals. Jacking us off while we focused on our screens really improved our powers of concentration -- or weeded out the ones who could not cope with the distraction.
As I approached our boss briefly looked at me, winked, then turned her attention back to Marilyn. She kept up a steady stream of comments and questions while her fingers explored Marilyn's shaved sex. Marilyn was beginning to sweat and squirm.
I stood off out of Marilyn's sight; my cock jutting out proudly as I noted her signs of arousal, an erect nipple visible under her thin, white top, her muscles tensing and twitching, her engorged labia. Suddenly she threw her head back with a moan and staggered; I caught her while Rolanda quickly put the station on auto control.
Rolanda commented "This should give you an appreciation for your techs when you have your own department and conduct target practice. Their ability to concentrate is amazing. OK, here's a towel, clean yourself up and then sit down for a few while you recover."
Turning to me, "Jenkins, our VP asked that you report to her office at eight-thirty, so you might as well head up to the fifteenth floor. See you when you get back." She mouthed 'good luck'; I guessed she had no more idea what Selene wanted than I.
Selene was at her desk when I stopped in her doorway; before I did anything to get her attention she looked up. "Ah, Jenkins, come in, close the door, please."
I did so and she was already out from behind her desk when I turned back toward her. Her massive mammaries were jiggling a good bit, which I found almost hypnotic.
"Now whatever happens in this office stays in this office. Do I have your word on that, Jenkins?"
"Yes ma'm. Of course."
"Very good. Come over here." She stopped in front of the last in a row of closets; this one had a letter combination lock on it.
"The code is BEAT ME, with a space. Open it."
She was standing almost in front of the lock, so I couldn't avoid brushing against her huge, black tits as I unlocked the door. I glanced at her and she nodded so I opened it.
The closet was filled with an incredible array of paraphernalia. I saw handcuffs, ropes, whips, paddles, straps, gags, blindfolds, hoods and things that I had no clue about, some of them downright terrifying. I gulped -- was I supposed to use this stuff on her? Was she planning to use it on me?
"So, go ahead and pick some things to start with, Jenkins."
"Umm, er, I'm not really familiar with most of this, what am I supposed to do?"
"Oh, well, I've never used it either, I just ordered a complete set of everything. Let's try those handcuffs, several ropes, a gag, and a paddle? That should be enough for now."
I dutifully collected the items she'd pointed to and then closed the door.
"Right, bring those over to the couch. Hand me the paddle."
I gulped again and nervously handed her the weapon. She gave a cushion a couple of whacks. "No, take this back, bring me a strap, wider than your belt...oh hell, you're not wearing a belt..." I was, of course, naked below the waist. She held her thumb and forefinger an inch and a half or so apart "About this wide."
I put the other things on a table and swapped the weapons. She snapped the leather against the cushion. "Much better." She handed the strap to me -- apparently I would be the one wielding it.
She slipped off her shoes and skirt; since senior management ordinarily went topless at work and she wasn't wearing any underwear she was now naked aside from a gold bracelet on one arm.
Now she moved to bend over one end of the couch, and waved me to move behind her. Her spectacular ass was pointing up at me. Then she spread her legs so her pussy and bunghole were fully exposed.
"Tie a rope to each of the couch legs and secure my ankles" I did so, and proceeded at her direction to apply cuffs to her hands and secure those with a rope tied to the far legs of the couch. She was now bound and helpless.
"Smack my ass, Jenkins." I steeled myself and whacked her right ass cheek. "Other side, but harder." I felt as though I were the one about to get whacked, but I did as she said. "Umm, that's better. Gag me, six more each cheek, plus a few on my upper thighs."
I put the gag in place, took a deep breath, whacked each cheek six more times hard and fast, and two on each thigh. She jerked and made a muffled sound with each stroke. I exhaled and removed the gag. "Oh yeah, now fuck me, Jenkins! Slam that rod into me!"
My cock had been hard from the time she handed me the strap. I got between her legs and plunged into her hot, wet vagina. I could feel the heat radiating from her sore bottom as my thighs and balls slammed into her with each thrust. Her vagina throbbed as I plunged in and out.
"Oh god! Gag me, I need to scream!"
I reached up to put the gag back in her mouth, then resumed slamming her while my hands squeezed her mounds and pinched her nipples. I could feel my cum boiling up so I reached one hand down to flick her clit quickly several times in succession. I felt an earthquake rip through her followed shortly by my own eruption, filling her pussy with my jizz.
I lay over her for a minute or two, then removed the gag, handcuffs and ropes; she moved to the couch, lay back with her legs spread and elevated, and signaled for me to join her. I climbed on top and nestled my head between her wonderful mounds. We lay for some time enjoying the afterglow.
Finally, she said "Thank you, Jenkins. We'd better get back to our jobs now."
"You're welcome, but why me? I don't know any of this BDSM stuff."
"I know, neither do I. I could've looked for a professional, or at least someone with experience, but I wanted someone I could trust."
"How do you know you can trust me?"
"I just know, Jenkins." She pulled my face to hers for a kiss.
That melted my heart. We really barely knew each other, she'd brought me to her office once for a boobfuck (hoping to interfere with my performance during target practice later that day) and then that awesome threesome with Rolanda. Yet I felt her sincerity and resolved that I would prove worthy of her trust. I never told anyone what happened during these sessions.
I climbed off, fetched a washcloth and towels from her bathroom to clean us up, collected all the paraphernalia and locked it away in the closet. I walked back to the couch; she looked up and said "First thing Mondays, then, Jenkins." I nodded and left her office.
Jenkins: Day by Day
Tuesday my boss told me Marilyn needed some live target practice. She brought an assistant from another section with her to provide the target. Marilyn jacked me off as I worked but her aim was off, with only one of three cum ropes landing on the girl at all. Rolanda just smiled and said she needed more practice.
Naked Wednesdays were always a thrill, with Marilyn splayed out on a stool and a fully nude Rolanda landing three or four ropes of my cum smack on Marilyn's pussy at a distance of four or more feet. Afterwards it was Rolanda's policy to give her assistant and me an hour in her office to work off stress, that is, screw each other's brains out. Did I mention our boss was both gorgeous and totally awesome?
Thursday was almost odd: just an ordinary work day. Rolanda did stop by a few times to stroke my erection and casually lean her tits (covered by a tight sweater, it not being Wednesday) into my arm and shoulder but she didn't push me over the edge. I finished myself off first thing when I got home. Was that what my boss wanted? Was she at home doing the same thing? That thought got me off quickly!
Friday Selene requested Rolanda and me for a 'strategy session' which consisted of another mind-blowing threesome followed by a discussion of how things were going in our department and the division as a whole. The VP also asked our view of certain proposals; we pointed out some severe bottleneck and sourcing problems with one of them. These discussions took place with Selene laying back on her couch, legs spread out and draped over one end and Rolanda and I seated where, looking at Selene's face, we had a perfect view of her cum-drenched pussy. Fortunately my work station experience allowed me to multi-task, concentrating on the discussion while appreciating the view!
Two of the proposals we'd discussed took effect within a few months. We never heard anything about the one we'd raised objections to -- apparently Selene was able to sink that ship before it sailed. It felt good to have our feedback count for something. Of course, giving feedback to Selene was one of my favorite activities...
Jenkins: Celebration
That week established a pattern for my work schedule which continued for several weeks. Then one Wednesday Rolanda came back from a meeting with our VP. Being Wednesday, of course, she was gloriously naked. Her nipples stood out from her perky breasts, her face was glowing, her smile was dazzling, her neatly trimmed pussy was engorged, her clit was poking out of its hood.
"Put your station on auto, Jenkins, and come to my office!" Well, she didn't have to twist my arm, I'd happily follow her lovely backside anywhere.
