Some S&M, some simulated rape. Public exposure. Married, cuckold.
Jake sat down in the same chair, in the same cubicle for the four hundred sixty-second time. Going into three years at this job, answering tech support questions for agents of a big nationwide insurance company.
The clock was approaching the hour, when all the phones would go live. Most folks were at their desk, ready to take up the torch and talk idiots down from panicking about 'paper out' lights on their printer.
And his email went Ding!
Another message from HR. Probably cutting benefits again or taking away another 'privilege' like the ping pong table. What was left to take? The water fountain?
"You've been selected to participate in the inaugural session of the Note Game."
What the fuck? More bullshit morale-building waste-of-time games? What did they want this time?
"The game begins when you leave a note on a colleague's desk. Give a time and place, at least one day in the future. Don't sign it! Show up then with another note, giving another time and place. Trade notes with the person you met."
Fuck, a getting-to-know-you party game. They'd been tried before. Everybody was sick of pretending to care about their colleagues. What did they suggest this time? Friendship bracelets?
"Then, screw them. Fuck like there's no tomorrow. Cum hard, coupled, dangerously and foolishly! No condoms! A condom will get you eliminated from the game!"
Whaaaaa? Was this a joke? Did Frank send this? Frank was always sending stupid jokes to some joke-list he'd put together. It had to be Frank.
No, the from-line was HR, and the email tool authenticated it. Confused.
"Put that note you got from your fuckbuddy on a desk - you've arranged the next meetup for them. They'll put your note on a desk likewise.
"You get a note on your desk, maybe you can't make it, or don't like the location. Easy, just pass it on, put it on another desk. Don't break the chain!"
This sounded so strange, he had to keep reading.
"Score one point for each completed copulation. Three points for a pregnancy! Verified by pregnancy test, available free from HR. The company has generous family allowances, leave and childcare so bearing a child should be as gratifying as can reasonably be arranged.
"At the company annual New Year's party there will be cash awards for the top-scoring players! A running scoreboard is posted in the break room. Turn in your notes after each rendezvous for points, to your floor manager.
Fuuuuuck. This was so brilliantly insane, he had to believe it was a real thing. If not, what did he have to lose? He quickly scribbled a note, Conference Room B, half an hour before lunch break. Carried it across the room, dropped it in Sinda's in-box when she wasn't looking.
Sinda was a dark-haired exotic woman with a brilliant smile! Hips like no tomorrow. A model's breast but perky, her nipples prominent, meaty, she never wore a bra, so everybody knew.
He re-read the instruction; now he had to write another note? To exchange. Thinking briefly, he wrote Copy Room, Friday just after quitting time.
Working through lunch was hard this morning. The customers still had stupid questions, but he found he could tolerate them, even be nice. He had a fuck-date! With Sinda! That made everything else seem to pale in significance. Which made it easy to deal with!
Lunch break was half an hour away; he turned his phone to mute, usually used for bathroom breaks, not fuck-dates. Walked past the bathrooms, feeling a little conspicuous, went into conference room B. Closed the blinds. Sat on the table, swinging his legs nervously.
Five minutes behind the time, he was about to give this up as some crazy joke and the door cracked, Sinda peeked in. Smiled her big radiant smile! A bit nervous too, that made him feel better.
"Jake! I'm here because I got your note?"
"So this game is the real deal?"
She came in, closed the door. "Yes, it's real. I read about this game, some performance study from an East Coast University. People who are sexually satisfied have a huge increase in productivity."
Good enough for Jake, and Sinda was in here with him, smiling shyly. Began unbuttoning her blouse. OK! We were gonna do this!
Jake shucked out of his shirt, pulled at his belt. Hesitated, dropped his pants. Boxers, but he was clearly excited, and Sinda noticed! Her smile became less shy, more lustful.
She lost her blouse, no bra, and there they were, those luscious brown orbs with those meaty nipples! He could imagine himself sucking on those, cumming on her tits!
Oh! Had to cum inside! That was part of the deal. Maybe the best part.
So Sinda sat on the conference table, flipped up her skirt, spread her legs, put her feet on the edge. Her cunt was spread like a split oyster, pink and shiny inside. His cock bobbed up and down, excited, drippy already. His tip was getting wet, then wetter, dripping a little from the tip.
Her gaze was fixed on his cock, like a mouse watching a cat, as he stepped up to her, put his tip gently to her wet slot, shocked at his own boldness.
"Oooh!" She made an involuntary noise, looked up at him. He kept her gaze, looking right in her eyes, smiling and gently inserted.
Her breathing quickened as the first third of his member felt its way into her vulva. Without coupling completely, he began small in-and-out motions, just getting her used to his girth. She got slippery, wet drips coating his cock on each extraction, so he went a little deeper. A few more strokes, she was leaning back on her hands, nearly naked to him and her eyes half-closed, a small smile on her lips.
So, in further! Gently! Until he was seated, all the way inside, bumping into her deepest place, his tip mated with her cervix.
"You OK?" and she just nodded, didn't say anything.
He started fucking in earnest, little strokes then bigger ones then almost out and back in, then banging her whole cunt with his pubes, his balls slapping her taint! Her eyes rolled up, her hips began moving on their own, her butt off the table now, suspended by her hands and feet, fucking him back with her whole body. When her legs began quivering, he pulled out, then pressed in hard! Against her pelvis, mashing her clit between the two of them and he came in her.
His own hips jerked spasmodically as his semen pumped into her in little jets. She squealed, put one hand over her mouth, suddenly shy about orgasming at work! She held it like that, convulsing, her vagina throbbing against his cock, cumming, warm from his semen and her own copious juices.
Wow cumming irresponsibly into a coworker was hot! Jake's eyes rolled up so far they hurt; he felt like the tip of his cock might explode. Couldn't stop jabbing it in there, wanted to stay in Sinda forever. His cock in her hot exotic bushy pink pussy! Her cum-face, shiny and mouth in an O! Clearly enjoying Jake's cock, Jake's sperm, glad to have him baby-fuck her lush body.
She came down slowly, and he pulled out. Careful! And splush! their sexual climax erupted onto the table, spilled onto the carpet. Sinda watched jizz flow from her reddened pussy, fascinated, unconcerned, just taking it all in.
Jake stood there, amazed at what he had just done - come into his co-worker! A woman he'd fantasized about for six months! And she was OK with it! All part of the Company plan.
She pushed him back, stood carefully, not getting her feet in the jizz puddle. Put a hand behind his head, kissed him hard. Fished in a pocket and pulled out another note!
He had his ready, he fetched his pants and fumbled, found it. They traded.
Sinda slipped her blouse back on, fastened two buttons to keep it from slipping off, patted down her skirt and she was out of the room. With a wet track running down her thigh.
God! That was awesome! A girl he'd hardly dared dream of asking out, and now she had his jizz leaking from her fuck-hole!
Her note said Tomorrow, parking garage, behind the BMW, 2PM. Should he read it? Why not.
Who would he give it to? Somebody compatible with Sinda, that was important to him somehow. He'd always liked her, and now he'd squirted his cum in her. He would do the best he could for Sinda!
As he pulled his pants up, fastened his belt he thought, the IT guy! He was always hanging around Sinda's cube. He liked her; he'd be gentle with her.
Friday took forever to pass. He kept thinking Who did Sinda choose for him? A girlfriend? An enemy? The big clock at the end of the room ticked like molasses, until finally it was quitting time. He'd sat the whole day at his desk, running through the cases like a madman, just keeping busy, passing the time until his fuck-date with a stranger.
Folks started logging out, putting away headsets, picking up backpacks and purses. He headed for the copy room, nobody paying any attention to him. The blinds were already closed, that was a good sign.
He opened the door, ducked in.
Macy! The executive coffee girl and intern! Just into college, management school, smiling a huge smile at him!
"Jake! I hoped it would be you! Sinda just said, get ready for a great fuck! I'm ready!" and she was, she pulled up her skirt and she had no panties, a big wet slash between her legs, she'd be pre-gaming!
Macy was a teen, almost twenty, that made him cautious, how much would she know? Would she be tentative, awkward? Shy? Need prompting?
