Friday Is Fucday

"So, you've had your induction, Ben, do you have any questions?"

Ben was delighted with the working atmosphere in his new office. He had never met such relaxed colleagues before and most of them seemed to get on really well with each other. Emilia had really taken good care of his induction and patiently answered his third question on the same topic. But he had one more.

"Yes, actually. It says something about a 'voluntary team building event' for Friday afternoon. What's that all about?"

A smile flitted across Emilia's face and for a woman in her early 40s, she suddenly looked very fresh again and for some reason her cheeks turned pink.

"Well, dear Ben, you'll have to decide whether you really want to be part of the office community or whether this is just supposed to be your workplace. Close the door behind you, not everyone has to notice."

That seemed a bit strange to him, but every office he had come to know in his 25 years had its own peculiarities. Emilia took a deep breath, as if the next part would cost her a bit of courage.

"Friday is fuck day!" she said in a hushed voice.

"Haha! Uh... do you know what I just understood?" Ben must have misheard her. She hadn't really said anything about "fuck day".

"Yes, you did. You heard me right. This will either shock you or turn you on, but at some point we as a core team simply got fed up with all the secret affairs, hook-ups and drunken shagging at the Christmas party and decided to let all the energy out on Fridays at the team-building event in the hotel in Switzerland. It was quite an orgy back then. And now, while most of the employees go home at 1 p.m., a few of us pull down the shutters, lay out the yoga mats from company sports in the conference room, take off our clothes and fuck until we're all smeared, sweaty and satisfied and can't take any more. It works wonders for the working atmosphere and lets you go into the weekend feeling relaxed. I've clarified with the others in the group that we want to invite you. If you don't want to be there: no problem. I promise you that it won't have any professional disadvantages for you, but if you really want to be part of the community, then you're welcome to become a fucker."

Ben couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely this was a joke. A little prank that his colleagues were playing on the new guy. If he said no, he would be the prudish Ben who couldn't take a joke, if he said yes, he would be the pervert who would actually take part in something like that. His nose began to sweat, as it always did when he was excited. Emilia looked at him expectantly.

"Uh, haha...?" He tried to pull himself out of the situation elegantly.

"I know what you're thinking. It's not a prank. We're really doing this and it's never been as good in the office as it has been in the two years we've been doing it. Think about it and either you'll be at the conference room on Friday or you'll go home and wonder forever what could have been.

There are three rules:

fuck day doesn't exist before Friday at 1pm. There is no talk about it and there are no emails on the subject. As I said, not everyone is invited and a few have decided against it. In addition, the whole thing should make the work processes more fluid and not get in the way.

as soon as the shutters are down, there are no more surnames or titles. Ms. Wellen is Petunia, Marvin from the materials warehouse can get with Carla and Dr. Winter is just Clarence."

Ben had to swallow a little at this list. The owner of the company, his head of department, the young colleague two offices over and the mini-jobber from the warehouse? It really was an eclectic mix.

"3," his colleague snapped him out of his thoughts, "If it's your first time at fuck day, you have to fuck. Otherwise you can do anything you want, the group itself has no taboos and as long as you find someone who enthusiastically agrees, all positions, techniques and practices are welcome, even just watching and having fun with yourself is ok in the later weeks, but the first time we want to see you in action so you really belong. Any questions?"

"Are you serious?", Ben asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes," Emilia replied kindly but firmly, "and now you can open the door again. Rule number 1 comes into effect immediately."

This dismissed Ben from the conversation and he went back to his seat. He wasn't able to concentrate on any work for the next hour, but he didn't want to look like a slacker this early, so he pulled himself together during the day and got back to the emails, spreadsheets and documents he was employed to process. Over the course of the week, he felt a different vibe, constantly catching himself thinking about whether this naughty group actually existed or whether he was just being lured into a nasty trap and made the fool of the week.

Nevertheless, he wondered with every employee whether he would see them naked on Friday. Because this much was clear: if there really was such a thing as fuck day, he would be there. Professional working environment or not, he had already had his eye on some of his colleagues in the first week and he certainly wouldn't miss the chance to knead Ms. Wellen's big breasts.

The week went by and he thought he sensed a growing tension among the staff. Inquiries were being answered in an increasingly unfriendly manner, emails were becoming scarcer and there were fewer people than usual at the coffee machine during the breakfast break. Normally, he would have blamed this on the coming weekend, but of course it was a different story here. But it could just be his imagination.

When Friday finally arrived, the tension was almost unbearable for him. He felt a magical attraction to the conference room and he often took the long route on his rounds to walk past the place on the second floor where the alleged action was to take place later.

Finally it was twelve, then half past twelve, then a quarter to one and the first people began to pack up their things. Many that he wished weren't part of the group of fuckers anyway, but also some that he would have loved to see naked and in action.

Finally, it was 1 p.m. and the last obvious non-fuckers said goodbye for the weekend. Some with a "Have fun!", others with a "Well, are you going long again, you nerds?". It became quiet in the building, only the second floor could still be heard rumbling. Ben took heart and set off on the path he had already taken ten times today. The conference room was indeed only sparsely lit and the shutters were obviously down. But that alone did not necessarily mean that what he had been told was actually happening. The pile of neatly laid and folded clothes on the table in front of the room was a stronger indication, but even that could have been placed by a really determined prankster to lure him into the trap.

The blinds in front of the glass walls of the conference room were drawn, but there was a small gap right by the door through which he could peer. What he saw here took his breath away. A pair of large, plump and slightly sagging breasts bobbed past him, which could only belong to the 50-year-old Ms. Wellen - now obviously Petunia. So the group was actually real. It was time to show your colors.

Ben took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his shoes, socks and trousers. He took another deep breath and took off his underpants. It was a strange feeling, standing in his workplace so completely naked. Should he knock or just barge in? He decided to knock and was greeted with a cheerful cheer from behind the door.

"Come, if it's not auditing."

Was that actually the voice of Dr. Winter - Clarence? Unbelievable! Ben looked down at himself again, pumped his hand up and down his cock a few times to make a good impression straight away and opened the door. What he saw here was overwhelming. Around two dozen of his colleagues from all departments, levels and age groups. A colorful mix, in a good mood - and completely naked.

The scene that unfolded before him overwhelmed his senses. Clarissa, the 22-year-old blonde from reception, was kneeling in front of the 60-year-old owner of the entire company and had his cock in her mouth, while his office neighbor Carla was kneading her breasts. One of the warehouse staff was sitting on a table at the side of the room, sporting a massive boner and jerking off to the whole scenario. Petunia strutted around the room naked, bouncing her voluptuous curves and tenderly stroking everyone's back or head, while apparently still wondering whom she should join in with now. There were other employees scattered around the room, working on themselves, making out in pairs or threesomes or engrossed in a conversation that could have taken place yesterday lunchtime at the coffee machine. Only without business casual on top.

But when he closed the door behind him, the attention of the whole room was focused on him. Carla smiled at him and gave him a friendly wave, one hand still on Clarissa's nipples, Clarence gave him the finger gun while he winked boldly at him. Emilia - whom he had only just discovered - let go of Marvin's cock, which she had just been working on with her hand, took Petunia by the hand and approached him.

"Nice to have you with us. You've brought us a nice package." Ben had already noticed that his cock was slowly filling with blood. Remarkable, considering how nervous he was at the moment.

"Dear fuckers!" Emilia spoke to the whole group, "This is the lovely Ben I told you about. I ask you to enthusiastically welcome him into the group and into your orifices." This prompted a laugh from the group, but it only made Ben more nervous. "Ben," she now spoke to him again, "take a look around first, but you know rule number 3 and dear Petunia here already has her eye on you."

Petunia smiled at him with the widest and warmest smile. "Um, yes... would you like to do it with me today?"

Ben had secretly hoped so, but now that the whole thing had become a reality, his heart was pounding quite hard. Nevertheless, as hot as he found Clarissa, Petunia and one of the other employees, whose name he didn't even know, he wanted to sink into Petunia's voluptuous curves, knead her big breasts and see how she moved her curves when she rode him. Nevertheless, he had to swallow a few times before he took the next step.

"Yes, I'd love to!" he said a little too loudly and firmly. Petunia smiled at him, put her lips next to his left ear and whispered to him: "Just forget that they're all here, you and I are about to have a bit of fun together." With that, she pressed a big, soft kiss to his cheek and took his cock firmly in her right hand.

At first, Bend was really nervous when he saw that all eyes were still on him. But then he closed his eyes and felt Petunia jerking his cock with slow but long, firm movements. Her warm hand felt good and he could feel more and more blood flowing into his penis, making it bigger and harder. "Come on, grab them!" she urged him, still whispering, and Ben lifted his hands to her breasts, which he was finally allowed to touch after a week of anticipation.

They really did feel as warm, soft and big as he had imagined. Petunia acknowledged his efforts with a soft moan, encouraging him to be more daring. He let his right hand wander between her plump thighs, slowly stroked past the short strip of hair that showed him the way and gently slid his index finger between her lips. To his delight, he could already clearly feel her wetness down there and so it was no problem for him to slide first one, then a second finger into her and slowly fuck her with his index and middle fingers while he let his thumb circle her clitoris.

"Mmmmhhh, you're good!" Petunia let him know, which led to murmured approval from the watching crowd. Without letting go of his cock, she knelt down in front of him, looked him in the eye from below and let his cock, pulsing with anticipation, disappear between her lips. She stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue and sucked on it at the same time. These intense sensations almost made him want to shoot his load, so he looked up briefly from his playmate and looked around the room to distract himself.

A few employees were whispering and giggling with each other. Some pussies were stroked, dicks were worked on with hands and mouths and one of the employees from the finance department was bent over the table while the HR manager slowly and sensitively fucked her from behind. Nevertheless, the two of them watched as he received a blowjob from Petunia that couldn't have felt any hotter.

Clarissa went back to blowing Clarence while they both watched him and Petunia. Marvin was kneeling between the legs of one of the employees, whom he only knew by sight, and was busy with his tongue on her pussy, while another couple had laid down on one of the yoga mats and were fucking in the spoon position while moaning softly, she with her eyes closed and he with his eyes on Petunia's ass. He took a quick breath and concentrated on Petunia again. She moved her lips up and down his cock and massaged his balls with her left hand. The situation was still completely surreal for Ben, but what she was doing felt simply fantastic.

Petunia let him slide out of her mouth and gave him a few more pumps with her hand. "Go on, lie down!" she told him and he did as he was told. The 50-year-old department manager positioned herself above him, squatted down and slowly lowered herself onto him. She positioned his cock with her hand in front of her slit and slowly let it slide inside her.

"Oh my God!", Ben exclaimed and Petunia also expressed her pleasure with a long drawn-out "Mmmmmhhhhhhh!" to express her pleasure. He didn't even notice the brief applause from the rest of the group. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and watched as she moved rhythmically back and forth on him. They both began to moan, getting deeper and deeper into their act. Breathing heavier, faster, louder. Their movements became faster and harder in a shared rhythm. After a few minutes, she changed her technique. Instead of back and forth, she now began to move up and down on him. Each time she let his cock slide almost completely out of her, only to fall onto it with ever firmer thrusts so that her luscious bottom slapped against his thighs, causing her ample breasts to bounce. He was mesmerized by these movements.

"Ahhh, mmmmhhhh, well? How do you like that?", she wanted to know from him, sweating from the exercise.

"You feel so good!", Petunia smiled at him, then threw her head back and increased the speed a little more. She rode him harder and faster until she suddenly grabbed his upper arms with her hands and slumped down after a few sharp cries. Ben could feel her pussy twitching around his cock.

"Phew!", she groaned out of breath. "That was a good one. Thank you." With that, she broke away from him and stood up. Another round of applause from the group, in front of whom he was now lying on a yoga mat, his cock shiny and wet. He had probably fulfilled rule 3 in the eyes of the group and was now free to do whatever he could find a willing partner for.

"Petunia?" he sums up his courage again. It was actually nonsense to be nervous now, when this woman had just fucked him in front of a group of employees he had only known for a week. Now nothing mattered and he could really let his hair down. "Can I cum on your breasts?"

"Of course, my dear. Shall we get some more help?" Ben was of course more than happy with that.

"Emilia?" Petunia called out to her colleague, who was having her pussy licked by one of the lawyers from the management floor at the time. "Do you want to finish the induction phase with the young clerk here?" They both laughed, looked each other in the eye for a moment, nodded and then got down on their knees in front of him.

First Petunia grabbed his mamber again and licked it up and down with her tongue, then she passed it over to Emilia, who did the same. "Mmmhhh, I can still taste you on him."

Petunia's tongue was now back on her side of the cock licking her own juices off it. "That's right", she confirmed her colleague's observation. The two employees, who could hardly be more different physically, licked and sucked on his cock with relish until he began to moan and twitch. He was almost ready and the double blowjob team at his feet noticed this too.

"Go ahead then!" Petunia encouraged him, positioned herself directly in front of him and held her boobs out to him with both hands while the other colleague directed his cock towards her tits and jerked him off for the finale. Ben almost fainted when he finally shot his load on his coworker from cuming so hard. Petunia grinned at him with cum-soaked breasts, Emilie licked the few drops she had gotten on her off her fingers and he had to sit down for a while.

When he had regained his composure, he let his gaze wander around the group again. Some of the ladies and gentlemen were obviously feeling the same as him and needed a little break, but others were still blowing, licking and fucking as if they were getting paid for it. Was this actually working time? He was still clocked in. But he couldn't finish that thought now.

He had to turn down the nice offer from Mr. Weber - Steven - to have him lick his bottom hole for reasons of his sexual orientation. However, he was happy to take the place of the warehouse clerk, sucking the clit of the saleswoman from the second floor, the one with the slim figure and tiny breasts, and bringing her to climax with two fingers. Later, he became part of a threesome in which he alternately put his cock in the lawyer's mouth and pussy, while a slightly overweight IT guy took over the other end until she was sufficiently satisfied and each of them cumed in the orifice they were in at that moment.

His strength was slowly being used up and it seemed to be the same for most of the others. Here and there a soft moan could still be heard, a few more bodily juices flowed and spurted, but then the first ones said goodbye for the weekend with a cheerful but tired: "See you Monday then...".

And so Ben got dressed and went home and spent the time until the following Friday, wondering whether the whole thing had perhaps been a dream? Because none of the supposed fuckers said a single word about the orgy all week.