Andrea
I had been working here in OH for about a year, doing a network and security overhaul, along with new hardware and software.
The group doing the conversion was not very popular with long term IT staff. The computer system was so old, they were using keypunch cards. There was 4 of us doing the conversion, replacing 61 IT people.
Emma had been with the company for years, she worked with us because she knew ALL the existing systems, and all the ways to get to the data we needed. A comely lass from England, few people would dare challenge her. She had attitude that no one wanted to mess with. She was maybe 8 years my senior she had long jet black hair, with a heavy English accent and an awesome figure.
Yea, she was hot and way out of my league, and I had a thing for her. But it was not lust (well it kinda was), and she was not just a friend, she was the sexy big sister I never had.
For the last 6 months we had been working 12-14-16 hour days, 6 and 7 days a week to get this conversion done. It was pretty much just the four of us. Emma had a home only a few miles from the office, so when we finished for the day, we would often go to her place to relax, swim, booze, and eat. Occasionally we would all spend the night and just go back to the office the next day to start again. For me it seemed the better thing to do as I lived 50 miles away, and often as soon as I got home I would login to do more work.
We became very comfortable with each other, almost family.
Of course, with the amount of time I was spending at work, my social life outside of work was in the toilet.
About this time, the boss was assigned a secretary from another department, Andrea. She had been working for the company attorney for a number of years, and I think he had been let go, so we got Andrea. Emma warned us that Andrea had a controlling reputation and to be careful around her as her loyalties are unknown. Coming from Emma, that was not exactly a positive reference.
Andrea is 2-3 years older than me, about 5'-6", maybe 135 LBs, always dressed very conservatively and not to her strengths. Skirts below her knee, blouse only the top button unbuttoned if that, hair was dark, and shoulder length.
She had a cute face when she did not wear the pouty professional look, and seemed to have a fairly decent body. All the curves seemed to be in the right place, the right proportion, but with the frumpy clothes it was just an assumption.
I met her husband Hal, he seemed to be a nice enough guy, but there was something not quite in sync between them.
As time went by, Andrea started working her way into our little group. I would sit at Andrea's desk and share a little small talk, while I was waiting to see the boss.
One day, I had a particularly hard night on the phone with my loving EX, and I opened up to Andrea about it. I started telling her a lot of my dirty laundry, and she expressed interest so we got friendly.
...
It didn't take long before she started going to lunch with us. We went to lunch one day and she was sitting next to me at a cramped table and her thigh was up against mine. Her thigh moving against mine was becoming a distraction. I slowly moved away several times, but her thigh was chasing mine.
After about 10 minutes of bumping/grinding thighs with Andrea, a hand was on my middle thigh, pulling my thigh back towards Andrea. Before lunch was served, that hand started moving up my thigh. I could no longer focus enough to speak and there was no way I could stand up in public with the arousal she was causing.
There was something about her, I ... I ... I was becoming attracted to her.
I had worked with a lot of women to this point and never had any more than a friendly relationship with any of them, but this woman was hitting my buttons.
But I work with Andrea and I had always heard stories about becoming romantically involved with people you work with. Besides, she was a smoker, had a husband, and I've had enough problems with women to last me.
THIS was not going to happen!
...
It's been happening ... on a regular basis.
Every time she sat next to me in public (which was happening more and more often), she would put her thigh against mine and her hand would shortly follow.
Should I have asked her to stop?
Yes.
I was becoming lost. I was getting a lot more satisfaction from a married co-worker than my wet dreams were providing, unless she is in my wet dreams. A lot more satisfaction than my EX ever gave me.
I had to start wearing dark pants so the wet spots she was causing would not be so obvious.
Andrea was eventually accepted as a regular into our little group and started joining us at Emma's house. This led to some intense flirting between Andrea and me, but I promised myself it was never going to get past that...
... Until one Tues evening it was just Emma, Andrea, and Cyn who was Emma's assistant.
Cyn was an ex-highschool cheerleader, maybe 90 pounds. Her sole talent was her being an 18 year old Lolita whose goal was to have fun and find a rich guy to marry. I doubt a career was on her agenda.
We were all a little drunk, in the pool with our drinks on the deck.
I was floating on my back, almost asleep when Andrea and Cyn hook their thumbs in my suit and pull it completely off me. It was at my knees before I reacted and by then it slid off my ankles and Andrea threw it out of the pool.
I stood up in knee deep water, "Hey! I!!!
"... Deal with it. Things were getting boring and we wanted some entertainment. You are it."
My kneejerk reaction left me standing naked with a near instant hardon in full view of three very happy women with smiles on their faces. None volunteered to get my suit for me.
I quickly dropped to my knees to 'hide' in the pool water, like that is actually hiding.
Naked, embarrassed, humiliated, with an all-time hardon, I should have gotten out of the pool and put my suit on.
I didn't.
I felt trapped.
God help me I liked the feeling.
The girls spent the night with intense flirting, getting me very drunk, while they enjoyed playing 'grab ass' with more than my ass.
I didn't realize it until the next day, when they thought I was drunk enough they all got out of the pool sitting at the large round picnic table and started talking about sexual fetishes ... while watching the naked guy in the pool.
Cyn, I think to no one's surprise, enjoys being dressed around naked men and women. There are no male strip bars in this part of the state, but quite a few strip bars featuring women. Though underage, Cyn has fake ids which got her in and she claims to enjoy seeing women strip in public. As she is a Lolita, she enjoyed the men hitting on her while watching women strip.
Emma with no hesitation told us she loves skinny dipping alone on cloudless nights. She likes feeling her body was on display for the universe. Looking at me, she also admitted she was into male bondage.
Andi doesn't pause, she is into submissive men, CFNM, CFNF, and pet play.
I actually saw Cyn shiver at the pet play fetish.
When it was my turn, I remember thinking I was in a precarious position so despite being drunk ...
"I can't think of anything that stands out as a full-blown fetish. I've experimented with some CMNF, a little bondage, and who doesn't like skinny dipping?"
Andi, "Bill, either you are very naïve or you're feeling vulnerable and defensive."
"No, I ..."
Andi, "Out of the pool now and stand here facing us for us to see your assets, holding your wrist behind your back."
I ... I ... did.
With no hesitation.
Cyn, "I mean, he is impressive. The length, the diameter, the speed bumps, and large balls, can you call a dick pretty. He needs to lose the body hair. It's so thick it borderline gross. Losing the hair, he'll really be pretty."
"I ..."
Emma, "No one gave you permission to talk. I totally agree Cyn."
Andi, "Look up."
There are two leather cuffs hanging from an overhead branch.
Andi, "Put the right one on and lock it."
When I did, she stood and locked my left wrist in the cuff. She moved behind me to move a 2x4 with cuffs to my feet which she attaches to my ankles. A knot in the middle of the board, with a rope, I guess attached to the pool fence because I can't move the board towards the girls.
I could have ... resisted, but I didn't.
I didn't realize it until I was bound naked before 3 women coworkers, my staff ... this is where I wanted to be.
Andi spooned me from behind, starting with both hands on my butt, then both sliding around to grab my erection, stroking it a few times. When done, her hands move up my body and she lightly pinches both nipples. After slapping my right butt cheek, she returns to her seat.
Cyn, "You are not allowed to orgasm until one of us gives you permission. Fifty swats on each cheek if you do."
They all pull out their cells and take pictures. Though i'm thinking it's future blackmail material, at that moment I don't care.
They come to me, one at a time and ... I like the word molest more than caress ... touch me as the others take pics of me being molested.
Each stroke me to the edge of orgasm, then stop.
Emma first, then Cyn.
Even Cyn knew when to stop.
They gave me (forcefully requested I drink) tequila shots before the next one takes her turn.
After the three of them refresh their drinks, Andi spoons me and begins to caress my hardon, 4 fingers lightly touching my erections belly.
By this time, I had zero resistance and I begin humping her hand.
I literally explode in seconds, fertilizing the grass in front of me.
When I look up, the three of them have evil smiles on their faces, and OMG! Cyn has a ping pong paddle in her hand.
This was all planned?
Andi, "You were warned. Punishment is due."
Cyn moves to one side, Emma to the other.
Emma starts stroking me again, and Cyn begins paddling my left butt check. After ten swats, they exchange the paddle and as Emma spanks me, Cyn is stroking me.
Am I???
