Nick followed his co-workers out of the main ball room and beyond the plush carpeted hallways into the cold concrete floors of the service corridors behind the conference rooms that the servers and cleaning crew used to maneuver unseen around the building.
Soon they arrived at a storeroom at the end of a nondescript hallway. Glen opened the door, and then he waved for the others to follow him in.
As Nick entered, a sweaty dank, pungent odor filled his senses. The room was 15 feet by 20 feet but was empty with some hanging lights. The walls were bare concrete blocks, and the room was unfinished and undecorated. A crowd of guys whooped and hollered at unknown action, and Nick recognized most of them as co-workers, although he didn't know most of their names. They were gathered in a circle, their bodies shielding from view whatever held their rapt attention. From the center of the circle, strange but unmistakable noises rose above the cacophony of men cheering and intently watching.
Steve, George, and Glen walked up to the circle and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the action. Nick stood a few steps back and watched as Steve and George audibly gasped.
"See what'd I'd tell you. It's wild, right?" Glen triumphantly pronounced.
Steve and George stood with mouths agape as Nick approached and finally saw what warranted such attention.
In the center of the circle were two naked women, each being spit roasted by two men. They were stark naked save for a black mask they wore to hide their identities. The masks completely covered the women's faces save for small holes cut out for their eyes, mouth and nostrils. Their hair was neatly tucked inside the mask, and both women were shaved smooth down below, so even their hair color wasn't identifiable.
"The guys are literally lined up to fuck them," Glen explained. "I already had a turn with the one on the right. I'm going to try the one on the left now."
"Why are there four lines?" George asked.
"Two lines for each woman. One to fuck her in the pussy. Another for a blow job," Glen answered.
Steve and George eagerly got in line to take their turn.
"What's wrong Nick? Don't you want in on this?" Steve asked.
"I think I'll just watch for a bit," Nick replied with a sly smile.
*****
Kim Barnes swallowed another load of cum as another man positioned himself in front of her, ready to take his turn receiving a blow job. She was already beginning to lose count of the number of men she'd brought to orgasm, and she had no idea how many more were still to come.
She was initially shaking in fear that one of the men would recognize her, but she grew more comfortable after several men had taken turns on her with no one seemingly having a clue as to her true identity. She could only imagine how shocked they would be if they knew the woman offering her body up to them was their own company CEO.
She prided herself on knowing everyone that worked at her company, and now she recognized each face that stepped forward to fuck her. They were men from all departments and every level in the company. A manufacturing worker who had probably only graduated high school 6 months ago dumped a load in her pussy. A maintenance worker who had been with the company over 30 years had his dick shoved in her mouth. She looked at the line of men and she saw a wide range of ages and races, all of them eagerly looking her over and awaiting their turn.
With Nick, she had engaged in a string of anonymous sex encounters, but this was something else entirely. Although the men tonight had no idea who she was, she knew each and every one who slid their cock into her mouth or pussy. She knew which ones were cheating on their wives as they pumped their dicks into her and which ones weren't. Some of them were even married to women who worked at Geneco, which caused Kim to feel some measure of guilt, although she reasoned that since the men didn't even know who she was, she shouldn't feel any blame. All in all, she was reminded all over again that men are horn dogs and would jump at any opportunity to fuck a halfway decent looking woman.
She felt herself almost licking her chops at some of the men lined up to take a turn on her. Although she'd never looked at them through a sexual lens at work, now she couldn't help but notice their toned figures, and she felt every bit the cougar on the prowl hunting her prey. She was like a fighter, taking on all challengers. Still, there were others also lined up who obviously didn't take as good care of themselves, but she figured she'd make quick work of them, although even some of them surprised her either with fat cocks or with a stamina that drove her to multiple orgasms as they pounded her from behind.
They came everywhere on her, and soon she was covered in cum. Many of the men she sucked off ejaculated in her mouth, but still others pulled out and sprayed their load all over her mask or made her sit up so they could cum on her tits. The men who didn't cum in her pussy pulled out and shot their semen all over her ass and back. She felt the cum drying up on her skin and turning crusty, but it didn't seem to deter the men. They still lined up to take their turns, and Kim stayed true to her mission to fuck every man who wanted a go with her.
*****
Marcia Caden was initially skeptical when Nick proposed that she sexually offer herself to the entire company. The thought, in fact, initially terrified her. She had resisted, but Nick cajoled her, arguing that it was all part of her sexual exploration and expanding her horizons. Her desperation to please Nick kicked in when she learned that Kim was up to the challenge, so Marcia swallowed her pride and agreed to also participate, even against her better judgement. As the night approached, however, butterflies formed in her stomach. At first, she thought it was fear, but, after a while, she realized it was nervous excitement.
She was reminded of the town hall event last month when she sat on stage in a skirt without panties and flashed her pussy to everyone at work sitting in the audience. She remembered the adrenaline rush she felt that day, and anticipation filled her all over again.
Nick gave Marcia and Kim strict instructions to protect their identities. Their face and hair would remain hidden under the mask. They removed their jewelry, notably the anklets that Nick had gifted to them, and he instructed them to shave themselves smooth that morning. They had entered and planned to leave the storeroom through a back door that led directly outside so that no one would see them come or go.
Both Marcia and Kim were careful not to speak, lest anyone recognize their voices. As the night progressed and she became accustomed to the sex, Marcia relaxed and began to enjoy herself. The two women had taken to heavy breathing and high-pitched shrieks as they were continually driven to orgasmic states by the constant pounding, but they refrained from any conversation with their indiscriminate lovers.
Marcia saw the line of men who had emptied their loads into her all lined up against the far wall, and she felt a spark of pride as she realized that she was still going strong whereas their cocks hung limp and their balls drained. It energized her as it became like a challenge as she sought to conquer everyone who dared to take a turn on her.
She had often swallowed Nick's load, but the variety of taste in other men's cum surprised her. Some were sweeter or saltier or just more pungent. She was dismayed to find that some men evidently paid more attention to hygiene than others. She had to hold her breath as she sucked on some of them, lest the wretched smell of their crotch overwhelm her, although she still forced herself to see them through to ejaculation.
Some of the men had nicely trimmed or shaved pubic hair, but others had a sprawling mass of hair down below. Those men she only sucked on the tip of their cock to keep the hair out of her mouth while she used her hand to pump their shaft to orgasm.
She was pleased to see how all the men were so eager to take a turn on her. Most approached her with stiff cocks, clearly unable to hide their excitement. She found that the few men who were limp when they approached her were brought to attention in short order with just a few tugs on their cocks.
Other men shocked her with the size of their manhood. There were more than a few men she'd never look at the same way at work again. Some because they didn't have as much to brag about as she might've guessed while others packed far more than she ever imagined. She couldn't help but constantly wonder how any of them would react if they knew her true identity.
She heard the men talking about them. Some spoke in hushed tones, but she knew what they were saying. She heard all the speculation on her identity, although no one mentioned her name, which helped further settle her nerves. Most assumed that someone had hired two prostitutes for the night. She was alternately flattered and horrified to think she could be mistaken for a prostitute. Marcia knew her body was at least still relatively slim and fit, although she didn't view herself as young and desirable. She still harbored fears that she was aging and not as trim and toned as she had been a decade earlier.
She wondered how Kim felt about the whole thing. Judging by the repeated orgasms she was screaming out, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Marcia closed her eyes and felt the cock pounding into her from behind as another load of cum was deposited on her tongue. Her body began to shake as another orgasm washed over, leaving her wailing in a series of deep moans as she found herself becoming insatiable, wanting to be driven to orgasm again, even before the last one was completely over.
*****
Nick watched as a parade of men came and took their turns on the two women.
After finishing, some men returned to the main ball room and spread the word to other men in the company, resulting in seemingly endless stream of men entering until the storeroom was literally teeming with people. As new men entered, some seemed disgusted or morally offended by the action going on. Most men, though, eagerly jumped in line to take a turn on the anonymous sluts.
Nick stood near the other men he entered with and listened in on their conversation as they waited in line for their turns.
"How did this whole thing even start? Someone must know what's going on?" Steve pondered.
"I heard someone got a text message saying to come back here for sex and to spread the word," Glen answered.
Nick smiled, remembering an hour earlier when he had sent the text from his burner phone.
"This is the best company party ever!" Steve declared.
"Did the company pay for them?" Nick openly wondered.
"Seriously, you think Geneco went out and sourced a couple of whores?" Glen scoffed.
"I don't know. Maybe there's some male strippers on the other side for the ladies." George posited.
"Yeah, I don't think so," Steve rebutted.
"Well, then who do you think they are?" Nick asked.
"Do you think they're actually female employees at Geneco?" George proposed.
"Fuck, I've hit on a bunch of the bitches at the company. There ain't no one that slutty working at the company," a stranger overhearing their conversation piped in.
"You don't think they're some local strippers or escorts or something?" Steve wondered.
"You know, there's a lot of wives and girlfriends left out in the main hall wondering where their men have wandered off to." Glen pointed out.
"Let them keep wondering," Steve decided.
"Maybe if they put out more, we wouldn't be back here," the stranger added.
"Nah, besides, fucking the same woman gets old. It's nice tapping a new pussy every now and then," Steve added.
Nick just smiled slyly as he watched another set of men finish off on Kim and Marcia while a seemingly endless line of cock still eagerly awaited their turns.
*****
Marcia looked up and tried to hold herself together as she saw her own employee, Steve, standing in front of her with his pants pulled down.
"What are you hesitating for?" he complained. "I've been admiring your cock sucking skills for the last half hour. Now it's my turn. Why don't you wrap those lips around this," he offered as he swung his cock in her face.
Marcia was frozen in panic. She was faced with someone she had worked with side by side for the past 10 years. For a long time, they were peers, but when the manager position opened a few years ago, they both applied for the promotion. When Marcia was selected and became Steve's manager, he had maintained a jealous streak ever since she changed from his peer to his leader. He seemed to take perverse pleasure in pointing out anything he perceived her doing incorrectly. His complaints were never directly insubordinate, but they were a constant thorn in her side.
Up until this point, Marcia had only sucked and fucked men she recognized but didn't even know the names of, but Steve was different. She was well acquainted with him. She had met his wife and kids. What's worse, sucking his cock while on her hands and knees just felt like submitting to him. Even if he didn't know it was her, she would know what she had done, and she wasn't sure she could even look him in the eyes again come Monday.
She looked to the side and caught sight of Nick, her eyes pleading, but he only gave her a subtle nod of his head. Not wanting to arouse suspicion why Steve would be singled out versus all the other men she had fucked, Marcia smiled politely and then opened her mouth to take in his cock.
