"A bit, but more sensual. You know? Being fucked and teased by people you know, friends, without ever knowing what they did. Only that they could have." Susan blushed.
"So it's your birthday next week," Jessica says, "What do you want most?" She gave Susan a wry smile.
"I don't know, socks?" Susan giggles as she sips her coffee.
Jessica rolls her eyes and relaxes back into her favorite chair at this coffee shop. The smell of car exhaust and city streets cut through the scent of her coffee.
"Come on!" She says, exasperated. "There must be something wild! Something you have never told anyone before." She leans in and looks over her glasses. "Something you would only say to your best friend."
"Who says that's you?" Susan teases. Jessica arches one perfectly plucked eyebrow, and Susan continues, "OK, it is you. But what do you want to hear?"
"Fantasy. Something outrageous." She says intensely.
Susan breathes deeply. She didn't have to think hard to come up with something that would work, but it was a lot to admit to someone she works with, even if they are best friends.
"Ok... I have something. But I know it will never happen." She says shyly.
"So tell me then. No harm if it can't happen." Jessica says dismissively, waving a hand.
"Um, you know all the people we work with?"
"Hard not to." She replies with a giggle.
"Right, well I want to, um, to be blindfolded in a room with as many as I can get while they do anything they want to me. But without me knowing who did what, or even if they only watched." Susan said in a rush.
"Like a gangbang?" Jessica asked.
"A bit, but more sensual. You know? Being fucked and teased by people you know, friends, without ever knowing what they did. Only that they could have." Susan blushed.
"Guys or girls?"
"Both are nice." She shifted in her chair as her pussy started to tingle at the idea.
"Me included?"
"Yeah." Susan's face began to burn.
"I'll see what I can arrange," Jessica said, flatly.
"Huh?" Susan was dumbfounded. She did want it. But could it really happen?
"Your birthday is on Saturday. That gives me four days to figure it out."
"Ok."
-----------
Saturday
-----------
Susan looked at the massive building Jessica had taken her to. She couldn't fathom that she had managed to arrange something similar to her fantasy, let alone it happening in a place like this. Jessica's smile was unreadable as she pushed the elevator button for the penthouse. She was convinced this was a joke. There was no way Jessica had access. She swiped a key card and the elevator started to move up.
"The penthouse?" Susan asked.
"You want me to ruin the surprise?" Jessica asked with a smile.
"Um, a bit."
"Ok, a bit. You said you wanted people we work with to have you naked and blindfolded. You want them to be able to do anything they want anonymously."
"Yeah," Susan said, breathing deeply and catching the floral perfume Jessica wore.
"There are thirteen people we work with who want to make that happen for you up there."
Susan stared blankly at her. "That many?" She said softly.
"I stopped asking after the first thirteen said yes."
"Everyone you asked said yes?" Susan squeaked.
"Hun, you are 23-"
"24" Susan interrupted.
"Hey you only turned 24 today, give me a break." Jessica laughed. "You are young and hot. People jump at the chance to fuck you."
"Really?" Susan asked as the elevator doors dinged open.
"See for yourself." She led Susan into the penthouse.
It was beautiful. Cream-colored walls. Ebony wood trim and floors. She kicked off her shoes next to a disturbingly large pile of different sizes. Some clearly belong to women. She could hear soft jazz music and quiet laughter as they stepped into a seating area with a private bar along one wall. The lighting was dim enough to be sensual but she could still clearly see the faces of her colleagues. She stared around as the owner of her company, Zach, handed her a glass of wine.
Ryan, the sales manager. Eric from IT. Her own manager James. Marcus from accounting. Daniel, the cute guy from the graphics department. Chloe, social media manager. Ethan from HR. Vanessa from finance. Megan from the main office. Lucas and Brandon, data analysts. And Isabella from legal. Susan's head was spinning. Most of these people were close friends. The few who weren't scared the shit out of her. How the hell did Jessica convince Legal, HR, and the fucking CEO, to have an office fuck the birthday girl party?
"So you all know why we are here." Jessica was saying as she put her arm around Ethan's waist and, holy shit, into his pants. "Our birthday girl wants a fun night. But let me go over the rules. I will take her into the bedroom, strip her, and help her into that lovely sex swing Zach had put in yesterday. I will blindfold her and then open the door to you horny fucks." Everyone laughed. The room smelled of a mix of colognes and perfumes. "When you come in there will be no speaking. Susan gave us permission to have all the fun we wanted. You don't have to do anything. She doesn't want to know if you do, even if she will be able to guess that the cocks belong to the guys." Another laugh. "Her excitement will be from not knowing. From working with us all every day and wondering who fucked her."
Susan's face felt like it was on fire. Jessica just told most of the upper management she wanted them to use her as a fuck toy. Strangely she wasn't embarrassed. The people looking back were sipping their drinks with interest and desire plastered all over their faces. They knew she wanted them. She could tell they wanted her too. Susan expected to be taken to the swing right away but they all sat and chatted for a while. It was mostly small talk. Some of the people she didn't know that well took time to get to know her a bit more.
It was all very pleasant. A fun company gathering. With the tension of her about to be gangbanged. She wasn't sure what they were waiting for. She had been aroused when they arrived. Now she felt like she was about to scream "Fuck me now" but she held her silence and finished her glass of wine. It seemed that was Jessica's queue. As soon as Susan set her empty glass down Jessica stopped rubbing Ethan's cock inside his pants and stood.
"It's time." She said simply and held out a hand to Susan.
She led Susan into the other room. It had the same beautiful look as the rest of the penthouse. However, two things made her heart skip. First was the sex swing directly under the light in the room's center. The second was the wall covered with floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Won't people be able to see?" She asked stepping up to and looking through the windows to the slightly lower building across the street.
"Maybe, Zach thought it might enhance the excitement." She said as she moved behind Susan and unzipped the little black dress she had worn. "I could tell there was no bra but no panties?" She asked as the dress hit the floor. "You came ready." She giggled and squeezed Susan's butt.
"You said I should have something easy to remove." She said turning. "So you and Ethan?"
"Don't blame me. I'm horny too." She giggled.
"Yeah," Susan said dreamily.
Jessica looked her over and ran her hand from Susan's shoulder down her perky breast, pausing to roll her nipple a bit, then down her stomach to her freshly waxed pussy. Susan moaned slightly as Jessica got close but didn't touch.
"Not until you can't tell who. We can see where this little bit of fun goes on my birthday. But for now, it's your fantasy." She said and produced a blindfold. She put it over Susan's eyes with a loving kiss then led her to the swing. She helped Susan get into it, which was awkward and then tied her wrists and ankles in. Susan was surprised with how comfortable the swing was. She was also even hornier now that her legs were held open.
She could hear the door open and everyone file in. She could smell all the different colognes and perfumes. She breathed softly as she heard the sounds of zippers coming undone and clothing slipping to the floor. Someone moved close to her head. They leaned down and kissed her gently. She could taste the whiskey on his lips. She could feel his five o'clock shadow but had no idea which guy it was. He was still kissing her when a pair of cool hands ran themselves over her breasts and played with her nipples. She moaned into the continued kiss as someone's tongue parted her pussy lips and found her clit. There was a building of heat and pressure building in her core. Her back arched into the licking as the kiss was broken.
She moaned and she felt herself being tipped back a bit. Without warning a cock was touched gently to her lips. She opened her mouth and licked around the tip as it was gently pushed into her mouth. It tasted salty and she loved the feel of it on her tongue. She sucked happily as the person licking her pussy moved away. Another person began kissing her neck.
She felt delicate fingers run themselves along her pussy and pinch her clit gently between her thumb and forefinger. She moaned around the cock as they started rolling her clit in slow agonizing circles. She heard a male moan. Susan could sense it coming, the way his thighs tensed, the way his fingers flexed in her hair, gripping tighter, almost instinctively pulling her closer. The heat of him, the scent of skin and sweat, of musk and salt, filled her nose as she took him deeper, her lips stretched around his length.
She felt a sharp jerk of his hips. A low, shuddering groan above her. The first pulse of heat hit her tongue suddenly, thick and hot, spreading instantly, coating her taste buds in a rush of salt and musk. The taste was sharp and slightly bitter. Another twitch, another spurt.
It was heavy and warm, pooling against the roof of her mouth before sliding down, leaving a slick, sticky feeling in its wake. The scent deepened, raw and masculine, lingering in the air between them. She swallowed reflexively, feeling the slow slide down her throat, leaving behind a faint, lingering saltiness.
He was still trembling, his breath ragged, his fingers gentler now, stroking her cheek as she licked her lips. A thin strand of warmth clung to her tongue, and she ran it along the roof of her mouth, feeling the slick residue that refused to fade completely. She swallowed again, slowly, letting the last traces disappear down her throat.
The air was thick with the scent of him, and she could still taste him on her tongue, as he pulled out and was replaced by another held near her lips. She licked this one all around the head and gently kissed the tip. Flicking her tongue over the head she heard a moan escape his lips just before he too began to shoot his hot load all over her face. She giggled a little and moaned as the person at her pussy pushed their fingers in deeply and curled them just enough to catch her G spot.
She heard a woman moan and the start of a wet slapping sound. She guessed one of the other woman was getting fucked while they waited their turn. She caught the smell of vanilla as soft lips pressed to hers then began licking the cum from her face. She knew this was the woman being fuck as she jerked slightly with every slap and moaned into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
Susan felt an intense pressure building deep in her core. She heard the man fucking the woman moan and the moan grunted into the kiss as he clearly pushed in hard and deep to unload into her cunt. Susan's back arched as the pressure nearly broke but the woman fingering her pulled away leaving her hot needy pussy to cool. The woman kissing her pulled away as soft lips began kissing her stomach, trailing kisses painfully slowly toward her needy pussy.
A wet cock was pressed against her lips and she sucked his softening cock clean. When she could no longer taste the cum and pussy juice the man pulled away. Her head was guided two a spot of wet musty heat and she stuck out her tongue into the freshly creampied pussy. She gleefully licked it clean as the woman it belonged to began to orgasm from the sensation.
The air shifted as new hands took their place on her skin. One pair was light and teasing, tracing the curve of her waist, and the dip of her stomach. Another set, firmer, deliberate, pressed against her inner thighs, holding her open. Warmth. Wetness. A slow, deliberate lick. The tongue flicked over her sensitive, aching flesh, moving with agonizing patience, barely pressing where she needed it most. Her thighs tensed involuntarily, but the hands kept her spread, kept her still, forcing her to take every slow, lazy stroke. A muffled moan slipped from her lips.
She could smell them, the faint scent of clean skin, something slightly spicy, cologne lingering faintly in the air. The taste of salt on their breath when they leaned in closer, teasing her with warm exhales against her overstimulated skin. Then more fingers. A single one, slow and unforgiving, slid into her with a steady, deliberate motion. Another joined, curling, pressing against that perfect, aching spot inside her.
Susan’s head fell back, a shuddering gasp leaving her lips as her body clenched down, desperate, greedy. But just as she felt herself spiraling higher. They stopped. The tongue vanished, and the fingers pulled away, leaving her aching, dripping, empty. Her pulse pounded in her ears, in her chest, between her legs, the frustration almost unbearable. She whimpered, needing more. But they were already gone. She could feel her own juice running down her butt and dripping to the floor.
She felt two sets of lips kissing and sucking at her nipples as a short but delightfully thick cock pushed roughly into her pussy. She was kissing a man, their tongues exploring the wet salty mouths of each other. She was mildly surprised to taste cum in his mouth. She was slightly disappointed he took a cum shot she didn't get. But at least he was sharing it now.
She moaned aggressively as she neared climax again. The man fucking her pushed in deep and began pumping his hot cum deep into her. Just as she was about to cum with him he pulled out. She gave a frustrated moan and she heard soft laughter. They were enjoying the way she got needier as they kept denying her that final release.
Someone whispered so softly in her ear that she couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, "This one was saved for this moment." She moaned with primal animal need. Susan was writhing, her body trembling violently, every nerve raw from the relentless torment of pleasure denied. Her thighs were slick, her chest rising and falling in desperate gasps. Her wrists ached slightly from being held, from being gripped and positioned, but all she could focus on was the throbbing, aching pulse of need between her legs.
A pair of hands gripped her hips, strong, firm, possessive. A warm, hot mouth claimed her neck, dragging teeth along her skin in a slow, teasing graze. A body pressed against her, hard and unyielding, while another set of hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing, tugging, pinching just enough to send shocks of sensation through her overstimulated body. A deep, slow thrust. He was the biggest of the night and she fucking loved it.
It was almost too much. Her body, primed and desperate, immediately clenched down tight. The sensation was overwhelming, her back arching violently as her breath hitched into a sharp, needy gasp. The scent of cologne was dark, musky, unfamiliar yet intoxicating it filled her nose, mingling with the scent of sweat and skin.
The rhythm was deliberate, unrelenting, and perfectly measured to tear her apart. No teasing now. No restraint. Just deep, powerful movements that sent ripples of heat surging through her entire being. Fingers found her clit, circling slow, excruciating, knowing what she needed. Another set of hands kept her legs spread, making escape impossible. Her body was on fire, her head thrown back, gasping, moaning, helpless against the rising, inevitable climax.
The pleasure built violently, spiraling, a tightening coil so intense she thought she might burst from it. It was too much. Too deep. Too overwhelming. Her muscles locked up, quivering, straining as she felt herself teetering, dangling on the edge. She seemed to detonate.
A white-hot explosion tore through her, shattering her mind into fragments of sensation. Her scream was silent, lips parted but no sound escaping as wave after wave crashed over her. Every muscle convulsed, her walls clenching in an uncontrollable pulse of pleasure so strong it was almost painful. He began pumping lava-hot cum into her pussy, filling her to the bursting point.
Her thighs shook, her stomach tightened, and her body jerked helplessly against the restraints as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her ears were ringing, her skin flushed and tingling, the pleasure radiating from deep inside her core to the very tips of her fingers.
She was utterly ruined, her body spent, trembling, unable to move as aftershocks rippled through her, leaving her breathless, boneless, floating in the aftermath. She barely noticed when the hands disappeared, when the warmth faded, when the presence that had just undone her slipped away into the silence. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and satisfaction. And she had no idea who had just made her come so hard she saw stars.
There was a gentle kiss on her lips. She could smell Jessica's perfume, salty cum, musty pussy, and the floral wine from earlier. The kiss was loving and tender. She melted into it as the shattered pieces of her body returned to themselves. She was spent. Ruined. Happier than she had ever been, post-sex.
The room was quiet now or maybe her senses were too overwhelmed to process sound. Susan’s body was limp, her limbs tingling with exhaustion, her skin glistening with sweat and the remnants of every touch, every kiss, everybody who had claimed her tonight.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow, unsteady breaths, her pulse still pounding between her legs, a slow, throbbing echo of everything they’d done to her. The air was thick with scent, the sharp tang of sweat, the musk of sex, the faintest hints of perfume and cologne lingering on her skin. She could taste it on her lips, a salt-tinged memory of what had filled her mouth, what had been left on her tongue.
Her thighs were sticky, and soaked, the aftermath of so many denied moments finally breaking her down into shuddering, helpless pleasure. She was spent, used, and sated in a way she had never known. Yet, despite the intensity, the overwhelming rush, she felt peaceful. Her body was heavy, boneless, floating in the lingering warmth of pleasure and exhaustion.
She felt a gentle touch from the woman she was sure was Jessica. She felt a damp cloth being run over her body. The scent of soap told her she was being cleaned. She moaned softly, out of breath as she enjoyed the attention. It was what she needed after the hot, mind-shattering sex. They were deliberately gentle when they cleaned her inner thighs and pussy. She felt some intense shocks of pleasure at the sensation but nothing like what came before.
The restraints were loosened, hands touching her now with softness instead of hunger. A gentle thumb traced her cheek, tucking damp strands of hair away. Someone’s breath ghosted over her ear, but no words were spoken. As the blindfold was untied, the world came back into focus slowly. The first thing she saw was the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. Jessica was standing there, just as naked and spent as she was.
Susan smiled. "How much was planned?" She asked breathlessly.
"Only that we wouldn't let you orgasm until the end." She giggled as she stepped into Susan's arms. Their bodies pressed together and kissed gently. "You have the best fantasy."
Susan giggled and licked the tip of Jessica's nose. "What's yours?"
Jessica giggled and shook her head, choosing to keep it a secret. But Susan guessed by the way Jessica was still holding her that it might have something to do with them in her bed alone.
The room was quiet, the only sounds were their soft, slowing breaths. Susan’s lips still tingled from Jessica’s kiss, a lingering warmth that felt different from everything else that had happened tonight more intimate, more deliberate.
Jessica pulled back slowly, her fingers resting lightly on Susan’s cheek, her eyes searching, unreadable. Then, with a small, knowing smile, she reached for her clothes. Wordlessly, they dressed.
Susan’s legs felt weak, her body still humming from the night’s relentless torment and pleasure, but she managed. Though she did need help zipping her tight dress. Jessica finished before her, stepping behind her to help zip her up, her hands lingering just a second too long at Susan’s waist before she let go.
Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Together, they pushed open the door and stepped out into the main lounge area, where the others were already waiting. The room was warm, buzzing with the low murmur of conversation, the clink of glasses as drinks were poured, and the occasional soft laugh. No one acted any differently. No one looked at her like she was different.
If not for the fresh fucked glow that everyone had Susan would have thought she dreamed it all. It was like nothing had happened at all. Which was what made her fantasy so hot. They had all given her what she craved. In doing so they also took what they wanted from her. Work was surely going to be different now. Jessica reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. Susan barely had time to register it before another hand caught hers from the other side. Ethan.
Her breath caught for a second, but when she glanced up at him, he just gave her a slow, lazy smile before taking a sip from his drink. Jessica, still holding onto both of them, squeezed just slightly too tight. Oh. Susan suddenly understood. She wasn’t just being comforted, Jessica was planting a seed. The idea of another night. Another game. Another opportunity. Jessica's fantasy, and this time, maybe just the three of them.
Susan swallowed, her lips parting slightly, but she said nothing. The thought sent a slow, heated pulse through her body, though she wasn’t sure yet if it was nerves or anticipation. Across the room, Zach leaned back against the couch, watching her with an easy smirk. He swirled the drink before lifting it toward her in a cheery toast. She was convinced that he had been the final guy. Though she had zero evidence beyond him being the boss. She supposed he also could have been the first cock.
Quietly she amused herself trying to decide who did what. She knew some of what Jessica had done. She also believed Ethan had fucked Jessica and then had Susan clean the aftermath. Something she was now looking forward to doing without the blindfold. Zach's warm voice broke into her thoughts as she sipped her new glass of wine.
“So, Susan…” His voice was casual, teasing, dangerously amused. “Any thoughts on how we might entertain everyone at the Christmas party in a few months?”
Susan stared at him, a slow flush creeping up her neck. The others chuckled, none breaking the unspoken rule of silence about what had just happened. Jessica squeezed her hand again. Susan exhaled slowly. Oh, she had thoughts.
"Maybe the whole office could have a party here." She said with a giggle.
"Hm, that could work. But it would get warm in here with all those people."
"Guess we'll need to make clothing optional. Wouldn't want anyone to overheat."
"Susan," He said, leaning back and draining his whisky, "that sounds like a perfect team-building event."
They all laughed easily. Susan smiled at the idea of a Christmas orgy. Ethan guided her into his lap and Jessica kissed her again.
"Then again," Susan thought, "Maybe that three-way will happen tonight." She moaned into the kiss as everyone settled in for the new show.