Chapter 2: A day in the office
Robert Thompson stepped off the elevator into the gleaming interior of the eighth floor of the massive office building. The hallway stretched out in an endless row of glass doors with a singular line of women darting between them. Each doorway concealed a pod of indifferent workers who exchanged their time and attention for average wages amid the clicks of diligent keyboards and the subdued trill of telephones.
Rows of open cubicles are populated by the employees, each one personalised by its occupant to reflect their priorities and preferences.
The women in front of Robert are a fascinating tapestry of professional personas; some display framed photographs of their loved ones, whilst others flaunt the cheeky humour only displayed by those still in touch with their youth. But Robert cares not for these tokens of everyday life, instead, he finds himself transfixed by the curve of their breasts and the flutter of lashes as they flirt with passing colleagues.
As he moves along the corridor, Robert can’t help but feel the eyes of these sirens upon him, appraising his build as a potter would assess clay for a masterpiece.
A flush creeps through Robert’s pale cheeks, betraying his clandestine fantasies about the young women he serves. He imagines them whispering about his secret glances and lingering stares. It’s a dangerous game they play, degrading yet intoxicating, and Robert is all too aware of his role as the pawn in their little dance of seduction.
Sally, an office favourite, sits languidly at her desk swiveling playfully on her chair, her eyes meeting Roberts, a smirk playing on her lips.
The soft scent of her perfume lingers in the air as Robert approaches, the sweetness mingling with his arousal, as he tries to suppress the bulge in his trousers.
“Hiya Robbie,” she chirrups, those bright green eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans provocatively against her desk. “Fancy helping this damsel in distress?”
Robert nods and swallows, aware of the heavy weight of his desire.
"Sure thing, Sally," he manages to say, his voice strained. "What seems to be the problem?"
Sally pouts her red lips and pushes out her chest, making sure that Robert gets a clear view of her cleavage. "Oh, it's my computer again," she sighs dramatically. "It keeps freezing and I can't get any work done.
Can you take a look?" she asks, staring deeply into his eyes.
Robert feels a shiver run down his spine, unsure if it's from the cold air in the room or the heat of Sally's gaze. He nods, taking a deep breath to steady himself before moving closer to her desk. He can feel his heart beating faster as he catches a glimpse of her cleavage, her breasts perfectly framed by the lace of her bra. "you will have to log a call to the helpdesk, or I will get in trouble from Misty, she thinks I spend too much time up here. " He says, trying to see down deeper into Sally's cleavage and his cock throbs.
She notices, leans back in her chair, and spreads her legs slightly so her skirt inches up to reveal her creamy thighs. He swallows hard, trying to control his breathing. She looks him up and down with a smirk on her face. "I think a cable might be loose under the desk" she says.
"If you could take a look, that would be great."
Robert nods and bends down below the desk, his hands brushing against her stocking-clad legs as he reaches for the cables. He can feel her gaze on him, and the heat radiating from her body is overwhelming. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but all he can think about is the way her nylon pantyhose shines in a smooth curve round her calves.
"Ahh, there we go," Robert says as he fixes the loose cable. "You must have kicked it loose with your foot." Sally has sat down again so close to the desk that Robert cannot get up without brushing up against her legs, giving him a really big erection.
Robert starts to feel uncomfortable with the situation, realizing that Sally had planned this. But at the same time, there is an attraction building up between the two. Robert feels that he can't help himself but to give into the seductive energy Sally is emitting.
"Sally, I need to get up and I can't do that without touching your legs. I need to leave now as I have other jobs to do." Robert says, trying his best to suppress his impulse to touch his cock which is straining to get out of his pants.
Sally says "I will put in a helpdesk request for 20 minutes of your time, which will be long enough for you to go and get me a cup of coffee and I might have a small reward for you when you get back."
She winks at Robert and hands him her empty coffee cup.
Robert hesitated for a moment, his mind warring between the professional ethics he had long held and this new, enticing temptation. But the vision of Sally's smooth legs etched in his mind, and the thought of exploring further, won him over. He nodded slowly and took the cup from her, a sly smile creeping up his lips.
On his way down to the cafeteria, Robert felt like he was floating on air, his mind preoccupied with the impending tryst that awaited him.
The promise of Sally's "small reward" had filled him with a cocktail of desire and intrigue that coursed through his veins, numbing the voice of reason that had once cautioned him.
As he filled Sally's coffee cup, he considered the situation. At his age, he thought, getting laid is like a needle in a haystack. With his mundane office job and mediocre looks, the prospect of romance seemed like an unattainable luxury. But there, in the midst of the corporate grind, Sally had ignited his lustful spark.
Meanwhile, filled with the thrill of her daring, Sally called up her friend Pip and told her that she has made Robert fetch her coffee and that Pip could see him deliver it if she came over quickly.
Pip, the consummate gossip, could be relied upon to spread news far and wide, and Sally needed her to be a witness.
Robert returned to Sally's desk and placed the cup of coffee on it, taking a step back after making sure their hands did not touch. Sally beckoned him closer, as if daring him to take the next step. He leaned in, looking her up and down, taking in every inch of her. Her makeup was impeccable, with dark kohl fringing her eyelids and deep red lipstick that beckoned a kiss.
Her lips parted as she whispered, "You're such a good boy, doing errands for little old me."
His breath hitched as he leaned in closer, drawn in by her perfume and her coy smile. Sally placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him between her legs and he could feel the heat radiating off her as his erection returned with a vengeance.
"Now, Robert," Sally began as she looked him in the eye, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You've been such a good boy, fetching me that coffee. I think it's time for your reward."
She reached out and gently ran her fingers down the side of his face, tracing the outline of his jaw before moving to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. Robert's breath caught in his throat as he felt her fingers fumble with the buttons, his heart pounding in his chest.
As she opened his pants, she whispered in his ear, "I've been watching you, Robert. You've been watching us too. I can see it in your eyes. Stroke your cock to me , just a little" She commanded, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she looked up and met his gaze.
He swallowed hard, a bead of sweat tracing down the side of his face as he acquiesced, freeing his stiff cock from its confines. He turned his back to the door and started to wank. After a short time Pip arrived in the doorway.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing; Robert Thompson, her middle-aged IT colleague with thick glasses and a stocky build, stood there with his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand. He was furiously jacking himself off, sweat glistening on his brow.
Sally sat with a hand on his shoulder, smirking up at him as his climax neared. "Come on, Robbie, show me what you've got," she teased, her words laced with filth.
Pip could hardly believe what she was witnessing.
Robert Thompson, her awkward, unassuming colleague, with his pants down and hand on his stiff cock, moaned loudly as he began to cum. The first spurt of hot, white semen splashed on Sally's skirt and blouse. His stifled moans just audible as he milked every last drop from his shaft, leaving Sally covered in sticky evidence of his release. Pip made her presence known, and shut the door to prevent any further intrusion.
Sally, who still had her hand on Robert's shoulder, turned her head slightly toward Pip.
"Are you going to stay here and watch, you naughty little voyeur?" She asked mischievously.
Pip, still watching silently in the doorway, felt a heat pooling between her thighs, her panties growing damp with excitement.
The spectacle of Robert, the man she saw daily in their shared office space, masturbating at the command of another woman was almost too much to bear.
As Robert finished, cum dripping down Sally's skirt and blouse, her smirk never leaving her face, Pip took a step further into the room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight before her.
Sally stood up, leaving Robert panting in her wake. "You were not supposd to cum all over me, Robert, just to have a little pull at your cock. Now you have spoiled our fun by behaving like you have no control over yourself and you don't know how to behave with women. I thought you would be a fun friend but now I think you are just a dirty pervert."
Fury simmered in Sally's voice but Pip could detect a hint of excitement, too. She did not know how much of it was genuine or feigned for Robert's benefit. But the idea of more salacious sexual acts with Robert turned Pip on beyond belief.
"It looks like we messed up Sally, I'm really sorry." Robert's voice cracked with shame and guilt but Pip could discern a note of relief in it too.
She had witnessed his deepest, darkest fantasy and he had reached his peak from it. Robert quickly pulled up his trousers, acutely aware of how disheveled and exposed he currently was before the two young, attractive women.
Sally, her anger still palpable but her body responding to what had just unfolded earlier, tossed her long brunette hair over her shoulder and placed her hands on her hips. Her body was now a spectacle in itself, with freshly acquired stains of Robert's release scattered across her once pristine business attire.
Robert's chest heaved as he tried to regain his composure, shame and embarrassment flooding his features. The room was an oasis of anticipation and a little apprehension mixed together.
Sally looked at him with narrowed eyes as she slowly took in the sight before her: Robert, still breathing hard, his cock subsided. Her anger, for the most part, dissipated into a concern for her own appearance. "Go away now but remember this matter is not finished. Pip and I will see you tomorrow and you'd better be on your best behaviour."
Sally said, turning her attention back to Pip. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go clean up after your little display."
Robert felt his cheeks burn as the words escaped Sally's lips. He wanted to apologize again, but he knew it would do no good. He turned and left the room, taking a moment to compose himself before continuing with his duties for the day.
His mind was in turmoil as he made his way through the office, unsure how to process what had just happened.
It was a relief, yes, but also terrifying and shameful. He felt raw and exposed, like a sensitive nerve ending, and he wasn't sure which way to turn.
Robert returned to his work, trying to focus on his tasks, but the events of earlier in the day weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn't get the image of Sally and Pip out of his head, their faces flushed with excitement as they watched him cum on command. More than ever he could see the depth of his obsession with masturbation and this episode had generated a big reinforcement of his addiction. His submission to Sallys will and the humiliation of being seen masturbating in the office were a traumatic shock but he was even more worried about what would happen if they reported him for a sex offence.
However, Robert had no such luck as they both seemed bent on further manipulating him into doing their bidding.
The following morning, Robert arrived at work early, attempting to begin his shift unnoticed in an attempt to steer clear from any unnecessary complications. He stepped off the elevator and onto the floor, taking a deep breath as he passed Sallys cubicle, averting his gaze.
But luck wasnt on his side as just moments later he heard Sallys sing-song voice beckoning him to her cubicle.
As he approached, he could see Pip was already there, both of them giggling like schoolgirls. They looked up in unison as Robert appeared, their expressions a mixture of amusement and expectation.
"There he is, just the man we wanted to see," Sally said, patting the empty seat beside her. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable."
Robert hesitated for a moment, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. He knew what was coming and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.
But his body had other ideas as his cock stirred in his pants, betraying him. He took a deep breath and moved closer to them, taking a seat beside Sally as instructed.
"So, Robbie," Sally began, her voice dripping with seduction and mischief. "We were just discussing the other day how we could spice things up around here. And you know what we came up with?"
Robert shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. He could feel their eyes on him, studying him, and he knew that there was no turning back now.
"We thought it would be fun to have a little competition," Sally continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Something to bring a little excitement to our otherwise dull office lives."
Pip leaned forward, her own eyes alight with mischief. "Yes, we thought it would be fun to see who could make you cum the fastest. Just imagine it: a race to see who can make you lose control, right here in the office."
Robert felt his heart race at the thought.
He knew they were teasing him, but he couldn't help the way his body responded. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder by the second.
"What do you say, Robbie?" Pip asked, her voice low and seductive. "Are you up for the challenge?" She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at the growing bulge in Robert's pants.
Robert swallowed hard, trying to regain control of his body.
His cock was now fully erect, tenting his pants in a way that left no doubt about his arousal.
"I don't know, girls," he stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. "I don't think that's a good idea."
Sally and Pip exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with mischievous delight. Sally leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Robert's ear as she whispered, "Come on, Robbie. Don't be such a prude. You know you want to.
You know you’re curious about what comes next. And trust me, it’s worth it. I can feel the heat radiating off you and the anticipation building.
Robert hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with indecision and shame. But the thought of their hands on his body, proved too tempting to resist. He took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“I’ll do it. But only if you promise to be gentle with me.”
Sally and Pip exchanged a wicked grin, their eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, don’t worry, Robert,” Sally purred, running her hand down his chest. “We’ll take very good care of you.”
She reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin as she revealed his chest. He shivered, goosebumps rising on his arms as she traced a line down his stomach and undid his belt.
Pip leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement as she watched Sally pull down his pants, revealing his hard cock. It twitched, eager and ready for release.
"Wow, Robbie," Pip whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Look at you. You're so hard for us."
Sally wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. Robert's head fell back, and he gasped as she began to stroke him.
Her grip was firm, just the way he liked it. He looked down, watching her hand slide up and down his shaft, the slick wetness of her palm making his cock shine in the harsh fluorescent office lighting.
"Do you like that, Robbie?" Sally asked, her eyes locked on his as she continued to tug at his cock.
Robert's mouth was dry, and he struggled to find the words to respond. All that came out was a strangled moan of pleasure as she tightened her grip and increased her pace.
Pip watched in amazement as Robert’s cock twitched in Sally’s hand, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
“Look at that,” Pip whispered, reaching out to touch the droplet with her finger.
Sally smirked and leaned in to whisper something in Pip’s ear, causing her to giggle and nod her head eagerly.
Robert couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could guess what it was about. They were talking about him, planning their next move in this dangerous and tantalising game.
Pip leaned in closer, her face now just inches from Robert’s throbbing manhood. She reached out tentatively towards him, her hand hovering in the air for a moment before she brushed her fingers lightly against his length. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he gasped out loud.
Sally continued to stroke him while Pip explored his body with hesitant touches.
Each brush of her fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it harder for Robert to maintain control.
"God, you're so hard for us, Robert," Sally murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Do you want us to keep going?"
He could only nod, unable to speak as the sensation of their hands on his cock overwhelmed him. This was so much better than the best of his fantasies about these girls.
This was real, raw and unfiltered. It was a moment where everything else ceased to exist, except for the three of them - Robert, Sally and Pip, bound together by their desire.
"Yes, yes" Robert hissed as Sally tightened her grip around his shaft. "Don't stop!" Robert cried out, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as Sally and Pip worked their magic. He was teetering on the edge of orgasm, the feeling building deep in his groin and spreading outwards until it consumed his entire body.
Sally looked up at him with a wicked grin, her grip tightening as she felt him get closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for us, Robert," she commanded. "Show us how much you want this." Sally's voice was low and sultry, invoking a primal need in Robert that he couldn't ignore.
Pip, emboldened by her friend's words, leaned in closer to Robert, her lips brushing against his shaft as she whispered "Yeah, make us proud, big boy."
Hearing these young women speak so crudely ignited something carnal inside of Robert and he couldn't control it any longer. It was only moments before he was gasping and bucking as a torrent of his hot semen spurted from his twitching cock.
It was as if a dam had burst inside of him, unleashing months, maybe even years, of pent-up frustration and desire.
"Oh glory yes!" He yelled as he felt his ejaculate erupt from him, pulsing in hot spurts again and again. Sally and Pip were mesmerized by the sight of it, caught between shock and fascination as they watched his orgasm play out before their eyes.
As Robert's climax started to subside, he was still aware of the wet warmth on his groin from Sally's hand.
She was still gently massaging him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his cock as it twitched in the aftermath of orgasm.
Robert leaned back in the chair, savoring the surreal feeling that ran through him. He had just cum like a racehorse in front of two of his colleagues, after a salacious encounter that he would never forget.
Sally broke into a wicked grin, admiring the messiness and the explicit way that Robert had given himself up to her.
She could still feel the warmth of his load on her hands and she knew that Pip was equally aroused by the spectacle they'd just witnessed.