CHAPTER FOUR: THE OFFICE
As I was printing and collating nine sets of forms, the office personnel filed along both sides of my workstation coming from their offices around me and the open work area in front. Bill Clancy came in the back entrance from his office in the plant. It was an early meeting I was asked to schedule on all their computer calendars as a mandatory meeting with Bob Hansen. I occasionally smiled as someone greeted me or commented on my outfit as they walked by. My focus though was on getting the forms ready and waiting for when they were needed in the meeting. It had probably seemed like a normal Monday to them.
This day I was wearing a tight, short, black skirt that molded to my mature curves and ended at mid-thigh. My blouse was semi-sheer white so the sheer white, lace-trimmed, bra underneath was visible underneath. Underneath my skirt was a matching sheer white, lace-trimmed thong. My thigh-high stockings were sheer black with lace at the elastic tops. My shoes were 4-inch, shiny black patent leather with stiletto heels. I had sparkly, silver necklace and earrings. Bob dictate my dress just for setting the mood in the morning before the meeting. I came in a little late when we knew everyone else would already be in the office. My arrival created the stir he intended. They were still getting used to the dramatic change in my appearance.
The door to the conference room was partially open. They were 20-some minutes into the meeting with Bob doing most of the talking but several of the other managers also adding some affirming comments. The topic of the meeting was the same as the one with managers. I was leaning against my workstation idly listening to the meeting progress. When it got to the part where the discussion went past the realm of theoretical and studies to the idea of implementation, the atmosphere in the room changed.
I heard one of the sales guys blurt out, "What's Patty going to say about this." I was sure the managers were probably having a difficult time keeping a straight-face.
Bob asked them not to worry about that for the moment. Did anyone have an issue with the idea? Nobody did. They would have to sign forms, everyone, protecting the company from harassment claims and complete confidentiality. Everybody agreed.
"But, Bob, what about Patty? Is she on board with this?" That everybody, managers, and others, had the same concerns about me pleased me tremendously and reinforced the feelings I had for them all.
Bob came to the door and I handed him the sorted forms, harassment claim protection, and confidentiality, and returned to the meeting. I knew he would have them passed around the room, each person, including the managers, would be instructed to review them and sign them. Bob told them that as an extra-legal precaution, he was going to have me witness the signature. "That should satisfy your appreciated concerns about Patty."
That was my cue. I began to get undressed. If the meeting hadn't gotten to that point of agreement, I would have stayed out of the meeting. The guys in the meeting still didn't know my participation, only that some form of sexual motivation would be involved.
When I was down to my stockings, jewelry, and heels, I lightly knocked on the door. From inside I heard, "Everyone signed the forms? Good." There was a pause. "Everyone, keep your forms and Patty will come in to ask for your understanding and witness each one. "Patty... we're ready for you."
When I entered, I swear all the air in the room was sucked out by the men gasping all at once. I stood next to Bob at the end of the table and made direct eye contact with each of the men in the room. Except for the managers who were already privy to what we were doing, everyone had looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.
Bob put his arm around my waist and I comfortably leaned into him. I stepped forward and in front of Bob so I had their attention like I wouldn't have if I was standing in the corner.
"Yes, me... I know you thought of me as a nice mom-type. I also know you have noticed a change from me recently and this is why. I want to assure everyone this is wholly the result of my desires getting expressed in a mutually advantageous manner." They were relaxing to the idea as I received a spattering of applause and cheers with good-natured laughter. "I can also say without question that hearing the concerns for me pleased me tremendously and reinforced my intention here."
I reached to my right stocking top and pulled a pen from it and held it up. They all laughed. I moved to the first man, Ted, one of the designers in Marty's group. I bent over the table next him, my breast hanging and swaying slightly in the process. It was an intentional move and he looked, but, "Ted, my eyes are up here." Everyone laughed, the expected nervous awkwardness slowly easing from the group. "You signed both documents, I see. Did you understand them?" He nodded his head. "Do you have any questions regarding them?"
He looked from my face to my breasts and down to my exposed pussy next to his shoulder. "Ummmm... only... well, Bob... Mr. Hansen... he seemed to indicate we were going... I mean, are we really going..."
I leaned into him with my hand on his neck as I kissed his cheek. The entire room was silent. The question was never finished, but the question was very obvious. "Yes, Ted. You are... as is everyone, if you want." I took his form to sign as the witness and said, "Ted, you can touch now." He was tentative, but he reached out and cupped a breast as I finished witnessing his two documents. I then moved behind him, my hand gliding over his shoulders to move to the next man and repeated the same thing around the table, then to each of the managers standing around the room. They were a little more familiar, as I was sure the others would soon become.
I finished up standing next to Bob, again. I made an elaborate show of replacing the pen in my stocking top. Bob shook his head and said to the group, "I don't know about you, but she could have had a knife there I wouldn't have noticed."
The conference room was emptying but there was a big question not yet asked or offered until the youngest guy in the design group stopped the flow. He waited for Bob and me to exit the room, "Okay, boss, so I'm just going to blurt out the question everyone else is wondering... how is this supposed to work?"
Bob moved me forward with a tap on my butt. I walked into him and kissed him on the lips, his hands finding my bare back and butt. I parted our faces, "We can go back in the conference room, your desk, or right here. Using offices or rooms will be without doors closed. Out in the open is just as good.
There is a cocky confidence in some young males and this one had it. I also recognized that he wasn't much older than my own girls. He took my hand and followed the other three designers into their open work area. Their area was an open space between the management offices and the front door where desks and tables had been arranged with computers, monitors, and reference material organized around them.
Once in the area, I lined the four of them up and went down the line kissing them. The next time, I opened their belts. When I got back to the first, again, he had his jeans open and down to his knees. This was really beginning. I knelt in front of him, pulled his underwear down and stroked his cock. It was soon growing in my hands and mouth so I moved to the next one who had his cock out and stroking it himself. The others followed suit. The line I had formed had morphed into a tight semi-circle so I merely turned to move from one to the next. When I returned to the first, again, he had removed his shoes, socks, and pants. He was in the process of pulling his shirt up over his head. His cock was hard and he encouraged me up to my feet.
I glanced at the four and to the side where the managers and two sales guys were gathered to watch. I smiled, this didn't appear to be the start of improved productivity. I put my arms around his neck as he pulled me in. We kissed, then he encouraged me onto the desk. I sat down and lay back on top of the papers already spread over the surface. He spread my legs and gazed at my wet, open pussy. He slipped his cock in without any further hesitation or consideration. I moaned as his cock moved smoothly into my wetness.
"God, you're wet and feel so good around me."
I smiled up at him. "You feel pretty good inside me."
He pulled back and thrust deeper. A hard cock appeared at the side and I turned my head, one hand taking it and pulling it down to my mouth. I opened and took it inside, concentrating on the head for a moment or two before taking it deeper. He seemed content to let me suck it and I assumed he was waiting for his turn to fuck a different hole.
The guy fucking my pussy moved my legs to his shoulders and he bent them back toward me as he leaned in. He fucked me with strength, determination, and youth. It was marvelous to feel a young cock and all that energy behind it and I knew he wasn't new to fucking. I slipped my free hand between our bodies and applied some added attention to my clit. When I felt his body tense and his cock pulse and jerk in my pussy, I pressed hard on my clit to time an orgasm with his. I moaned in satisfaction as he grunted and pounded rapidly, then held himself rigid and deep inside me. His spurts were powerful and mixed his cum with the juices flooding from my orgasm.
The man in my mouth pulled out and took his place next to the man still gasping with his cock in the last throes of climax. When the other one pulled out, the next one offered his hands and pulled me off the desk. He kissed me on the lips, then turned me around and bent me over the same desk surface. I went flat on the desk, my breasts flattening on the papers. He moved his cock to my dripping pussy, coating the head with the juices escaping, and pressed his cock in. I grunted as he penetrated me completely in the initial thrust. I looked over my shoulder and found the one who had just fucked me. I called out to him. Puzzled, he came to me and I grabbed his softening cock and squirmed to the edge of the desk to suck him.
Once I had him cleaned with my mouth and tongue, I looked at Bob standing a little way off, "Thank you for fucking me. I was told a good slut cleans the cock that satisfies her." Bob smiled. The young man looked shocked at first, then smiled lustily.
When the four youngest men of the office were finished with me, all using the same desk for support, I stood on shaky legs and kissed each of them, thanking them and saying I looked forward to their cocks many times in the future. They were pulling on clothes as I remained in only my stockings, after losing my shoes during the fucking. I could feel the cum of four climaxes oozing from my pussy making my inner thighs slick with the wetness of their cum and my juice.
