Chapter 5: Her New Title
Not knowing how much time had passed, she was startled by the light coming on, bringing her out of her daze. "More?" she thought.
The Janitors walked in to the room, looking over the scene, their conversation suddenly mute. They had seen Agnes before, but never like this. Their eyes widened as they took in the sight of her pale flesh, lying naked and passed out on the couch. The semen glistened on her and they stared at her breasts and smooth shaved pussy, captivated by the spectacle. For a moment, no one moved.
Finally, one of the Janitors broke the silence.
"Damn, Miss Agnes do you need some help?" His friend nodded in agreement, his eyes still wide with disbelief. They both smiled at the thought of the pristine white wife laid low by the lusty black men.
The second Janitor spoke up, his voice in a hoarse whisper to the other, "Those niggas used her up good!"
Seeing the two young janitors, Agnes sat up, blushing slightly at the realization that she had been completely exposed. Naked and covered with the seed of five black men, having sex in the office, there was no way to take anything back. "I'm officially the office slut!" she concluded.
Looking at the two black boys, she noticed that their lust was aroused. They stared at her naked body with an innocent, yet eager hunger. She could see bulges forming in their pants, even as they asked if they could help her. "Can I have a towel?" she asked softly, smiling. She oddly felt in total control of the situation.
The two janitors looked at each other, then back at Agnes. One of them shook his head, as if trying to resist the temptation. The other simply shrugged, as if resigned to fate. "Here ya go, ma'am!" he said, handing her some towels from the cart. In that moment, Agnes realized that she had somehow become the center of attention. Would everyone in the office start talking about her, wondering what kind of woman would willingly submit to such treatment? And here she was, caught in the middle of it all. But instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, she felt strangely empowered.
She took the towels and said "thank you" as she began to wipe the semen from her face and hair. Moving down her body, she spread her thighs, making sure that the boys were able to see her pussy clearly. Standing, she arched her back as she wiped the cum from her ass. Smiling at the boys, she tossed the towel into the bin on the cart.
"We ain't never seen you like this, Miss Agnes!" one of them stammered.
"Have you ever seen a naked women before?" she asked.
"Only in pictures or pornos." said the other.
"Well, here it is!" she giggled raising her arms over her head. "Do you like it?" She twirled around to let them see all of her curves, then stood with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips.
"You're beautiful, Miss Agnes!" they stammered together, blushing.
"Thank you," she purred, moving a step closer to them. "Then I guess you've never had sex with a white woman before?" Her face flushed with the audacity of her question, but her pelvis began to feel electric.
The boys' eyes grew wide, looking like flashlights beaming from the darkness of their faces. Their expressions were startled, scared, and curious.
One boy finally found his voice: "Are you asking us if we want to have sex with you?"
"Yes," Agnes replied calmly, leaning towards them.
"But...but why would you offer yourself to us?" the first boy asked nervously.
"Because I want to," Agnes replied, her tone firm and matter-of-fact. "And because I know you guys are hungry for it," she added, running her fingers through her long brown hair.
"We...we don't have any condoms though," the second boy admitted, his cheeks reddening.
Agnes chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No worries, luv," she said. "You boys ready?" She watched as the two boys turned to look at each other, their faces filled with eager uncertainty. Finally, the first boy spoke up. "Okay," he said hesitantly. "But we don't want to mess up our jobs or nothing." Agnes nodded understandingly, her expression serious.
She gazed into his eyes as she silently kissed him, "Don't you tell either."
She pulled the other boy in to her, rubbing her naked body against both of them at once, feeling their rough work clothes against her tingling flesh. Purring, she lowered to her knees and pulled open their pants, one at a time, releasing their virgin cocks, which throbbed with excitement. Glancing up at their boyish grins, she began kissing and licking them up and down, then tongued their balls gently.
Feeling her lips wrap around their hard length, they groaned softly as she took each of them deep into her mouth. Moaning loudly, Agnes sucked them harder, loving the taste of their sweat mixed with her saliva. She carefully worked the boys' erections, not wanting them to ejaculate too soon. Looking up occasionally, she enjoyed their expressions - part nervous, part curious, part hungry lust. Gradually, she took more of each cock into her throat, giving them deeper service. Now they were ready.
As their moaning intensified, she could tell they were approaching climax. "This one first," she thought, and stopped stroking the other as she forced her head onto the cock in her mouth. Reaching with her left hand, she grabbed the scrotum underneath and gently tugged the boy's balls. With a sudden groan he lurched slightly in his gut and his semen flooded Agnes' mouth. She waited as the pulsing of his cock slowly subsided, enjoying the creamy reward and the thrill that was smiling across his face.
After swallowing the cum, she let the cock slip from her mouth, then smiled to the other, "Your turn, sweetie!" While stroking the first boy to keep him hard for the next round, she shifted slightly to take the other's dick into her wet mouth. "Damn!" he moaned, as she worked him deeper into her throat with each bob of her head. Her fingers were already tickling and tugging at his balls, accelerating him to climax, which came after another minute of her oral love. More assertive than the first boy, this one grabbed her head and began thrusting his cock into her throat as his orgasm exploded, spasticly fucking her face. She held his hips as she gagged on his shaft and the semen flooding her mouth, but eagerly sucked and swallowed his virgin cum.
Releasing his cock, she smiled at them from her knees, "Well boys? What do you think? Want some more?"
The boys nodded silently, but their faces beaming with satisfaction. They had both seen pornography and had thought about what it would be like to fuck a girl, but this had happened unexpectedly and sooner than they had envisioned. There were other women at the company that they had thought about sexually, but they were young and black except for Susan, the flirty white trash slut admin. Miss Agnes was older, married, white, and always so professional and proper. They never would have guessed this.
Standing, she pulled away from their eager faces, still holding their cocks. Smiling confidently, she led them back to the couch and laid on her back with her hot wet vagina open to them between her spread thighs. "Who wants to be first?" she purred.
The boys glanced at each other, unsure of whose turn it should be. Agnes reached down and started to stroke one of the black man's member while offering a challenging smile. It seemed like neither wanted to miss out on something this special and unique. Finally, the first boy made up his mind. "I will," he announced bravely. He moved toward Agnes, his heart racing.
As he approached Agnes, who lay stretched out invitingly on the couch, the reality of the situation struck him full force.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be here – getting a chance to lose his virginity to such a beautiful woman, right now! His cock was rigid, throbbing with anticipation as he knelt over her, his muscles tense with desire. Carefully positioning himself above her welcoming opening, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.
Inside, he was torn between excitement and fear, but he knew he must seize this opportunity. Steeling himself, he plunged into Agnes' warm, wet depths.
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced; exhilarating, intense, terrifying all at once. His face contorted in agony and ecstasy as he pushed forward, desperate to get deeper inside her, unable to believe that this amazing woman was allowing him to deflower her. He bit his lip, determined to hold back until she was fully satisfied, but his passion threatened to consume him.
With a burst of energy, he began to rock rhythmically, meeting her fervent pace as they moved together in perfect harmony.
As the intensity of their coupling built, their bodies became one, united by a shared sense of urgency and desire. Each thrust caused waves of pleasure to ripple through her core, leaving Agnes nearly euphoric. Feeling a surge of power and control, she clutched his shoulders tightly, holding him into her. Meanwhile, he was overcome with gratitude, amazement, and utter adoration for the gift he was bestowing upon this stunning woman.
Despite the initial fear of disappointing her, the undeniable evidence of her approval only fueled his confidence and determination.
Their movements grew frantic and chaotic, lost in a whirlwind of need and desire. The world outside the walls of the office seemed nonexistent; the only thing that mattered was the primal connection they had created. Neither one of them could believe the incredible luck that brought them together in this moment, culminating in an explosion of raw passion and tenderness.
They continued to move in perfect syncopation, a symphony of rhythmic motions mirroring each other perfectly. As his expertise increased with experience, his vigorous thrusts sent shockwaves throughout her body. He felt his strength surging as he embraced the role of dominance, his powerful arms wrapped around her waist as he claimed her body as his own.
Her body arched against him with an intensity that matched his own, writhing underneath him as her grip on his shoulders remained strong.
His thrusts grew faster, more furious, driving her higher as their chemistry burned brighter with each passing moment. His mind flashed to Agnes' earlier words when she offered herself to these innocent boys—that he wouldn't regret this. But the truth was, she regretted nothing, reveling in the power of her own choices.
Agnes reveled in the power of her body, relishing in the knowledge that these innocent boys would forever remember their encounter with her. Every movement of his body against hers echoed a silent promise—one that had lay dormant inside of her for all this time. She was a sexual animal and now there was no doubt that this is what she wanted.
No longer just a quiet housewife, Agnes allowed herself to embrace her true nature, letting go of any remaining inhibitions. She reveled in the control she wielded over the young men, relishing the fact that they were helpless to resist her charms. She squeezed her pussy tightly around his meat piston as her orgasms shook her. She watched his virginal face as he desperately pumped into her - a confusion of emotion, lust, pleasure and pain.
With a loud groan, he thrust completely into her, announcing his triumph as his semen flooded into her. She grabbed his hips and pulled him in, her abdomen tight and her pussy squeezing around his shaft. She moaned encouragement, "You're not a virgin anymore!" Her words blazed in emotion across his baby face.
Meanwhile, the second boy had been watching intently. As his friend found fulfillment, a mix of envy and desire stirred within him. He ached for his turn and wondered if he'd measure up to his friend’s performance. Would he make Agnes feel the same way?
The mere thought excited him beyond belief. Watching his friend emerge victorious from his first experience, he realized that this wasn't just about sex. This was about becoming a man. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself mentally. He would not falter. He would claim his own piece of paradise, even if only for one brief, golden moment.
She noticed his desire growing and decided to capitalize on it. She kissed the boy in her pussy as he gave a few more thrusts, his penis still electric with energy and lust for her. "Thank you, sweetie," she purred, "but now it's his turn." He returned her thanks and kissed her hard, then dismounted awkwardly, glancing back at her bald pussy - that he now had a piece of!
Agnes invited the second boy with a huge smile and a gentle voice, "Come here big boy!"
Giving her a slight grin of nervousness, he walked towards her, feeling his pulsing hard-on wagging in the air. As he climbed between her legs, she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Let me show you exactly how I want it done." Gently grasping his erection, she guided him into her waiting warmth as she watched the amazement in his face.
Their union was passionate yet tender, with a newfound understanding of vulnerability. In this moment, the boy experienced the thrill of taking part in a forbidden act, knowing that he was to become a man. Forbidden because she was married - and white! "I'm fucking a white woman!" he screamed in his thoughts.
Instinctively he began thrusting, not knowing what he was supposed to do but chasing the feeling emanating from his cock. The warmth of her body under him and the press of his flesh against hers was exhilarating and new. He kissed her as his pumping became more forceful and deep and she purred, "That's it sweetie!"
With every thrust, his heart raced, driven by a combination of exhilaration and fear. But beneath his nerves, he savored the sheer power of being able to take this privileged moment. Despite his inexperience, he felt surprisingly adept as Agnes directed him in a soft whispered voice - a mixture of guidance and assurance. Her hands gripped his soft shoulders firmly, anchoring him in place despite the increasing speed of his thrusts.
His cock swelled larger, straining against her velvet walls, as he pounded into her. With each impact, her body quivered with barely suppressed pleasure, a high pitched whimper slipping past her lips.
Fully immersed in the moment, the young man looked into Agnes' eyes, witnessing the intensity of her feelings reflected back at him. Their gazes locked for a split second before falling closed again. Lost in the physical act, the room around them seemed to fade away, replaced only by the rhythmic dance of their bodies.
The young man found himself mesmerized by the power he held over this seemingly experienced woman, feeling a tremendous sense of accomplishment at each thrust. And Agnes, too, was swept away by the intensity of the moment, a wave of pure heat coursing through her veins.
Their energy reached feverish heights, with each movement designed to draw forth another delicious moan from Agnes. As their bodies collided repeatedly, the room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Agnes' gasps and pleading whispers.
She cried out in delight with each powerful thrust, her eyes half-closed as she surrendered entirely to the moment. She ran her fingers down his spine, sending shivers through his frame, while her teeth worried his neck in a gentle bite that conveyed her animal lust.
The young man, in return, fought to maintain focus amidst the mounting pressure of his release. He couldn't help but think that this was everything he'd imagined and more - the ultimate validation of his manhood.
With each thrust, his confidence grew, matching Agnes' increasing energy. They moved with a seamless rhythm now, synchronizing their actions like seasoned performers. Her pelvis quaked with orgasms as she took him, knowing she was the one that would make him a man.
In her mind, Agnes remembered what she said to the first boy: "You're not a virgin anymore.” Now she knew that she meant it in more ways than one. After years of suppression, she finally felt in control of her world through sex – accomplished in both her private life and professional endeavors. She was the Queen.
The boy's pace and force increased and she could tell he was building to climax. Her own panting and moaning rang in harmony with his to fill the room, driving them into raging lust. Her encouragements filled him with purpose and when he finally launched pulses of sperm into her he was surprised at the suddenness. "YES!" she moaned as he shoved his hips forward and planted his seed deep within her, growling. Her thighs quivered against his weight as he collapsed onto her.
Still in the throes of pleasure, he buried his face in her hair, his heavy breath mingling with her shallow gasps. She traced circles along his arm, holding him close until the tremor left his limbs.
Agnes smiled, feeling a profound satisfaction spread through her body. She'd proven herself a powerful seductress, capable of drawing two naive, unsuspecting teens into her web of sensuality. It made her feel alive, free – unbound by societal expectations and norms.
These boys were her ticket to liberation, proof that she could be the seducer rather than the one seduced. It was intoxicating. Agnes let her inner vixen loose, embracing her role as mistress of this scenario. She could hardly believe that her secret fantasy had come to life before her very eyes. As she stared into the young man's eyes, a fire burned bright, reflecting the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface.
The air thickened with the aftermath of their passion. The other boy stood silently in awe of the spectacle, just as the other had done watching his friend. His cock still erect. Agnes looked at him, smiling warmly. "I'm in control," she thought. "Leave them wanting more."
"Time to go, sweetie," she said quietly into the boy's ear.
He sighed deeply, withdrawing gingerly and pushing up from the couch. Agnes rose gracefully, her body still humming with excitement and adrenaline.
"Did you like it?" she asked the boys, who nodded in agreement.
"Yes ma'am," they responded confidently, their arousal still evident in their erections. Agnes smiled slyly, bending over to kiss and lick each of their cocks in turn.
"I need to go," she said. Their disappointment was palpable as they watched her find her clothes and dress - also a new experience for them. They tried hard to remember her curves and what her breasts and pussy looked like as they disappeared behind her skirt and blouse.
Her scent followed her as she left the room, lingering as a reminder of her presence. The boys found themselves leaning against the wall, lost in their thoughts and memories of the recent encounter.
"Did we really just do that?" one of them whispered in astonishment.
"I can't believe this actually happened," his companion replied, still unable to fully comprehend the situation.
Both remained silent for several moments, absorbing the weight of their shared experience. They shared a look, recognizing the significance of what had transpired between them and Agnes. Each lost in their own emotions, they suddenly realized that they were both naked from the waist down. Sheepishly grinning at each other, they found their pants and dressed.
"We just fucked a white slut!" the taller one said, extending his fist to the other.
"Damn!" he replied, fist bumping his friend. "I hope we do that again!"
Surveying the room, their triumph soured. There was semen and slime on the conference table and the couch. "Uuughh!" they grunted together. Grabbing disinfectant and towels, they went to work wiping up the residues of the gangbang from the table and couch. Putting the chairs and couch back in place, they found a man's boxer briefs, causing them to laugh as they tossed them into the waste bin.
"I never knew Miss Agnes was such a slut!" one said, grinning at the other.
"Yeah! And a slut fo black cocks!" the other replied. "I wonder if she is fucking any of the white or Mexican men in the office?"
"I bet she prolly is. She seemed to really know what she was doin' - and liked it!"
As they cleaned up the mess and put things back in order throughout the office, their minds and conversation raced with questions and revelations. What did they just do? How far could they go? Was Agnes really an office slut?
Meanwhile, Agnes was driving herself home, exhausted and sore, still oozing semen from her ass and pussy. Simultaneously she thought of how thrilling it has been to be a slut for seven black men, while wondering what she would tell her husband. "I can't tell the truth!" she scolded herself. "'Sorry I'm late Hunny Bunny, I was just getting fucked in all holes by a room full of black studs! Then I fucked two teen black boys for dessert!" Glancing in the mirror she noticed how sarcastic her smile was. "That won't work!"
She drew nearer to home, still formulating her excuse, but distracted by the memories of her new-found inner slut. "Six months on this project with them!" she mused. "Will I be able to resist them? They'll want it again... I heard them talking and planning...." Her mind drifted back to the sensation of having all of her holes filled with large black cocks and another orgasmic tremor shook in her pelvis. She gripped the steering wheel and took her foot from the gas-pedal as her eyes closed and she moaned. "I'm such a slut!" she thought after a few seconds, "but I loved it!"
For the next few blocks she drove in a daze, a sly grin on her face as she repeated to herself, "Agnes the Office Slut." She recalled the innocent lust on the janitor's faces as she took their virginity. "They'll want more," she thought. "I wonder if they'll want to fuck my ass too? Or gangbang me with their friends?" Her pussy quivered again, "Yes please! Let me fuck all the black men!"
She turned into her neighborhood and slowed down. Home was just two turns away, it was time to face her husband. As she pulled into the driveway, the lights were burning on the front porch and everything seemed deathly quiet. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the door. It was almost ten o'clock.
The door opened and her husband smiled at her as she climbed the stairs, "Hey Sweetie! How was work?"
"Sorry Hunny Bunny!" she smiled in reply. "I got a new project today and the team spent all afternoon getting started on it. We ran very late - trapped in the conference room - lost track of time. I did get a new title, though - supposedly!" she caught herself. "Now I just want a shower!"
"Then a glass of vino?" he chuckled, hugging her.
"I guess..." she stammered. "But then an early bed. I'm exhausted!"
Agnes exclaimed, pouring a generous helping of Cabernet Sauvignon for herself. Closing her eyes, she took a deep whiff of the wine. With measured relish, she savored its complex taste, appreciating every nuance. Slowly sipping, she watched her husband across the table. They talked about various topics, seemingly enjoying each other's company once more. But deep inside, Agnes' thoughts kept returning to the day's events and the thrills they brought her.
Despite trying to focus on her husband's words, she couldn't help but imagine the hard cocks of her teammates and the Janitors and the way they felt inside of her. Every so often, her gaze would wander downward, mentally recounting the details of each erotic encounter.
A warm flush crept across her cheeks as she replayed the memory of taking so much semen. Of taking anal sex for the first time. In her imagination, their hands roamed over her smooth flesh, probing and igniting her.
Desire coursed through her veins. Unbeknownst to her husband, Agnes' thoughts danced around the prospect of continuing these illicit encounters.
While maintaining eye contact with her husband, she pondered whether to confess her indiscretion to him or not. However, the guilt and fear of discovery held her back. Instead, she played out scenarios in her head, imagining pleasing the group again while simultaneously hiding her affairs from her spouse. It excited her even further.
Nightfall finally came and with it the end of their evening.
After a round of goodnight kisses, her husband bid farewell to his wife and retired to their room. Left alone in the kitchen, Agnes poured herself another glass of red wine. The warmth of the liquid comforted her, its flavors tantalizing her tongue. The house settled into silence and tranquility. Yet, Agnes' mind continued to race with ideas, desires, and anticipation.
Even as she sat idly on the couch, images of the day flashed before her eyes.
The feel of their thick cocks thrusting within her. The raw passion in their eyes when they claimed her body. The ecstatic sensation of cum filling her. Her pussy throbbed with desire, recalling those intense experiences.
Despite the risks, she had no intention of stopping now. Steeling herself against doubt and apprehension, she showered, donned a simple nightie, and slipped quietly into bed with her husband.