CHAPTER 6: MORE OFFICE TIME
Early to the office as usual, I had changed for the new day in the office, started the coffee, and was powering up the printer/copier when I heard the door open.
"Good morning, dear," came Mr. Farnum's voice from the front of the suite.
I turned my head, "Good morning, sir," I replied as I pushed the paper tray shut after filling it and standing. I turned to greet him properly.
"Wow," he gasped. "That modification for your office attire was one of the best decisions we made."
I had chosen a floor-length sheer nightgown for my attire. It had a single clasp just below the bodice to hold it somewhat closed. It was closed if I stood still but every step parted the gown and the filmy material flowed to the sides exposing me. The gown itself was sheer enough to be exposing so even with the bodice closed my nipples were seen through the material. Underneath I wore matching white high heels, not stockings and no underwear.
I stopped ten feet from him and did a full spin. The filmy gown, of course, opened fully as I spun. "You like it, sir?"
We both stepped the remaining distance into each other's arms for a passionate, greeting kiss. His hands went inside the gown to caress my nakedness underneath as we kissed. I offered coffee and he accepted. After placing the mug on his desk, he indicated the chairs in front of his desk. When I sat, of course, the gown parted to each side leaving me mostly exposed. I crossed my legs slowly in a manner I had started to tease by opening my legs, hesitating, raising a leg, and crossing. It gave a clear view of my naked, and usually glistening, pussy. He watched closely and smiled as I completed the maneuver.
His gaze continued roaming over my body as he turned to business, "What does the day look like, Joni?" he asked as he sipped the coffee while leaning back in the chair.
I tapped awake my ever-present tablet and swiped through calendars and task apps. "Mr. Adams leaves this morning for a West Coast swing of the plants out there." I swiped into his task app. "Your day is good, sir." I looked up for eye contact. "You do, however, still owe the Houston office a response on their project proposal and," I looked down and back up, "have you responded to the visit request from the Netherlands facility?"
He nodded and searched the folders on his desk pulling out a blue manila folder (I used color to highlight priorities for the men). They thought it was silly at first but quickly saw the advantage. He sat back and gazed at me.
"That's it, sir," I added thinking he was waiting for more. There was always plenty of work but I filled them in only on the top items needing attention.
He nodded. He was looking at me, though his eyes frequently dropped to my body. It was obvious he was considering something. Finally, he focused on my face, "Have you ever been to The Netherlands, Joni?" I laughed but saw he was serious. I shook my head wondering just how serious he was. "It is just a goodwill visit timed for the completion of a major project. It involves the customer and celebration." A pause. "Check the validity of your passport." I was stunned. I had gone to a Caribbean resort the year before (before being accused and fired) so I knew it was still good.
I walked out of his office still wondering what happened when, "WOW," came Mr. Jackson's voice. I put Mr. Farnum's discussion aside and walked into the arms of Mr. Jackson. Another kiss. More fondles.
I was finding the long gown less than ideal for sitting at a desk, though. Despite it falling open in front, it frequently pulled in back if I didn't adjust as I sat. After several times, I thought I had it figured out but it required thought each time.
"Joni," came Mr. Edwards's voice from the side, "do you have a minute?"
"As many as you need, sir," I replied with a sly smile. We did, actually, accomplish a lot of work and I scooped up my tablet as I rose.
He motioned to the visitor chairs in front of his desk as I entered. I sat using the same maneuver of crossing my legs. He smiled. "I do love that gown," he said. "Hell, everything you wear is great with you wearing it."
"I don't wear much, sir," I replied with a comfortable chuckle.
"Exactly," he replied with a big smile. Then, it was business. He was working on the review of a new tax proposal in the California legislature for the group out there. He wanted me to review it. It seemed my proofreading and grammar checks were sought after. Honestly, I used the Grammarly app after my own proofreading.
"I was wondering about something on the way in to the office this morning," and I knew the serious business was over. I re-crossed my legs slowly and his eyes didn't miss it. I teased when the serious talking was over. It was certainly teasing to be basically naked but flashing my pussy was different. I waited for him to continue. "I guess I was concerned this might get old for you." He watched me. "Do you think you'll reach a point that you will regret working like this?"
I smiled at him, then opened my legs to the extent I could before restrained by the chair arms. I then unclasped the gown at the bodice and parted it to fully expose my C-cups. "Thank you, sir. I do appreciate your concern and it is why I enjoy serving each of you. You are not the only one to express the concern. It has been only weeks but it all feels so comfortable for me." I was fondling a breast as he watched. "I do believe you four have created the slut in me that you had dreamed of having. I hope you agree, sir."
Without comment, he turned his chair and opened his slacks. I smiled as I stood immediately, allowing the gown to fall from my shoulders and arms. I knelt at his knees and took his firming cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked until it was hard.
"My mouth, pussy, or ass, sir?"
He smiled down at me. My lips brushed his cock head as I spoke and I kissed the head as I waited for his decision. "You are an amazing woman, Joni." He chuckled. "I guess we all say that a lot, don't we?"
I smiled. My smile was a bit strained, though. I was feeling my own desire to be used. "It is always nice to hear, though."
His decision was my pussy bent over his desk. I pushed a few papers to the side, braced myself on my elbows and spread my feet. His cock slid over my pussy and up to settle at my hole. He pressed inside. I sighed and he gasped as I clenched my muscles around his cock.
"Hmmm," he gasped, "always wet and ready, aren't you?"
I sighed, "Yes, sir... I... I love my job."
No further comment. Just fucking. He slammed his cock deep and hard into me. He leaned over me to grasp one of my swinging breasts. He fucked me hard for many minutes. I felt an orgasm rising quickly. I seemed to orgasm so much with them and assumed it was the constant anticipation of the next fuck and exhibitionism in between. Just before I was about to explode, though, he stopped. He remained inside me, but he stopped thrusting. At first, I was confused and frustrated. I was so close. Then, I saw movement. I raised my head to see Mr. Jackson approaching the desk. This was new. Was he going to give me his cock to suck? He had something in his hand but my lust-crazed mind didn't register it as he passed it over me to Mr. Edwards. In a moment, I understood.
"Thanks, Wayne," Mr. Edwards said. "I'm changing my mind," he added. In the next instant, I felt gel spread over my asshole and crammed inside.
I glanced in front to find Mr. Jackson settling into one of the visitor chairs. He caught my eyes looking and smiled. "Don't mind me," he said. An audience. I was watched when we were all fucking but this felt different. He was just watching and not participating.