The flaming night the day earlier with Ben, David, Karen and booze had my head hurting in bed.
The night was completely unexpected and I could only remember the fragments of it when I was actually sober. I have my body bruses and hickeys all over it. Karen who was naked asleep besides me was in the same state. David and Ben lied in our legs apparently passed out while feeding onto our pussies.
I woke up and as per my rule. No strings attached. I dashed into the bathroom with all the leftover decent clothes of mine. It was just my silver studed mini top and the short above knee fur jacket and my heels. My thong was torn last night and skirt was reeking semen, sweat, squit and what not.
I went into the bathroom and got dressed. I buttoned up my fur coat. Hickeys on my neck were still visible. I let down my hair and put on some lipstick.
I called in a cab and got back home.
[At home]
I called in Maya as I undressed. Maya noticed my skirt and thong missing but didn't care questioning as she knew her boss quite well.
I got prepared for office and drove there.
[At Office]
Rasha wore a long green turtle neck top with a brown jacket and black jeans to go with it. She had black boots and black neck chain to add on. It covered all her body except her hands.
Karen also had similar outfit with turtle neck in blue.
The similarity in their outfits raised eyes as it was a blue moon sight. Office style icons were dressed as normies was something hard to digest but no one said a word about it.
David and Ben were very loosely dresses in casual shirts and jeans. They did not care about the hickeys.
Ben and David saw Karen and Rasha.
Ben being sarcastic, "Look at yourself today enjoying your Cormier look!! Makes me wonder what exciting time you had this morning...."
David added,"or maybe it was night Rasha....?"
Rasha didn't respond. Karen smiled but said nothing. They walked away to their respective cabins.
Ben leaned against the doorframe of Rasha's office, his casual shirt unbuttoned just enough to show he wasn't back in "work mode" yet. He watched her for a moment before speaking, his voice dropping into a low, deliberate drawl."May I come into your office?" he asked, a knowing look in his eyes as he glanced at her turtleneck.
He stepped inside and clicked the door shut behind him.Rasha finally looked up from her laptop, her fingers instinctively reaching up to adjust the tight fabric of her turtleneck. Despite the "normie" look, she looked intensely focused.
"Careful, Ben," she said, her eyes meeting his with a sharp glint. "Let's be clear: last night was exactly what it was. No strings, no messy feelings, and absolutely no expectations when we walk out of this room. We're just four people who know how to play hard."Ben's smile deepened as he walked around the desk, his gaze lingering on where the fabric of her turtleneck struggled to hide something on her neck.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not looking for a commitment, Rasha. I'm looking for... an encore."
He leaned in closer, his voice a low vibration near her ear. "So, are we going to pretend to look at those spreadsheets, or are you going to let me see exactly what you're trying so hard to hide under that turtleneck?"
Rasha switched the dynamic glass of her cabin to opaque grey shade disrupting the visibility of by standees outside her office. She asked her assistant to go on a break as she needs some rest.
Rasha's hand reached out, her fingers catching the buldge of his jeans, pulling him firmly against the edge of her chair. "The spreadsheets are for people who don't have marks to hide. I think we have a much more... pressing matter to attend to."
David's breath hitched as Rasha's fingers dug into his jeans, his body responding instantly to her touch. The intensity in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a husky whisper,"I've been thinking about last night all morning. The way you tasted, the sounds you made..."His hand snaked under her turtle neck, his fingers tracing the hickeys adorning her collarbone.
Rasha's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at his touch. Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, grabbing Ben's hand and pulling him towards the nearest deserted storeroom. She slammed the door shut behind them and pushed him against it, her lips crashing onto his in a fierce kiss.
[In Deserted Storeroom]
I kneel before him, his thick, hard cock throbbing in my hand as I stroke it gently. Ben's groans fill the small storeroom, spurring me on.I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip of his penis. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of my touch.
I wrap my lips around the head, sucking gently before taking his cock deeper into my mouth. My head bobs up and down, my tongue swirling around his length as I take him deeper with each pass. Ben's fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrusts his hips forward, fucking my mouth.
The sounds of our heavy breathing and wet sucking surround us. I can feel his cock pulsing against my tongue, growing harder and thicker with each passing moment. Hisballs slap against my chin as he picks up the pace, fucking my face with wild abandon.
I can feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as I take him deeper than before. Ben's grip on my hair tightens, his hips jerking erratically as he fucks my mouth with reckless abandon."Fuck, Rasha!" he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum!"I moan around his cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge. His hips thrust forward one last time as he explodes in my mouth, his hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallow every drop, milking his cock for all it's worth until he's completely spent.Finally, he pulls out of my mouth, panting heavily. Ben leans against the door, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath."That was..." he starts, but words fail him.
I wipe my mouth and stand up, straightening my clothes with a serious expression."Ben, this was a one-time thing. We can't let it happen again, especially not in the office. It's unprofessional and could jeopardize both of our careers. Do you understand?" I look at him sternly, making sure he comprehends the gravity of the situation.
Ben noded, but his eyes held a mischievous glint."Oh, Rasha,"he chuckled softly,"you're adorable when you try to deny the obvious. We both know this is just the beginning of something amazing. Colleagues with benefits, remember?" He winks at me before adjusting his clothes and exiting the storeroom, leaving me standing there with a mix of frustration and unwanted excitement.
My stern facade crumbled the moment the storeroom door clicked shut behind Ben. Frustration? Absolutely. But the unwanted excitement he'd so accurately pinpointed was a molten core in my belly, throbbing with a rhythm that had nothing to do with professional decorum. *Colleagues with benefits.* The phrase, so casually tossed, ignited a spark of illicit fantasy that I ruthlessly tried to extinguish. This was *my* office, *my* career, *my* carefully constructed image. I couldn't afford to be… *weak*.
For the next few days, I threw myself into work, a whirlwind of spreadsheets and client calls, determined to bury the memory of Ben's throbbing cock and the taste of his cum. I avoided the breakroom, took the long way around to the copier, and perfected the art of the dismissive nod whenever Ben's path crossed mine. He, in turn, seemed to relish the chase, his knowing glances and subtle smirks a constant, infuriating reminder of our forbidden encounter.
Then came the email. An innocuous subject line: "Project X Update." I opened it, my brow furrowed, only to find a single, grainy photo attached. It was blurry, taken from a distance, but there was no mistaking the scene: me, on my knees, head buried between Ben's legs, his hand tangled in my hair. The storeroom door was visible in the background. My blood ran cold.
Beneath the photo, a brief, chilling message: "Just a little reminder, Rasha. You're not the only one with secrets. – B & D"
David. Of course. The quiet, observant one from accounting, always lurking in the periphery, his eyes missing nothing. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. They weren't just playing; they were *serious*. My meticulously crafted career, my reputation – all hanging by a thread, held in the hands of two men who clearly had a very specific, very carnal agenda.
My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "Storeroom. Lunch. Don't be late. We have a proposition."
My hands trembled as I typed a reply. "What do you want?"
The response was immediate. "You already know, Rasha. Don't fight it. You want it just as much as we do. And if you don't show, well... let's just say that photo isn't the only evidence we have."
A cold dread mixed with a potent, undeniable surge of arousal washed over me. They knew. They saw past my denials, past my professional armor, straight to the core of the "nasty sex addicted bitch" I truly was. The idea of being *forced* into this, of having my choices stripped away, should have been terrifying. Instead, a dark, thrilling excitement began to coil in my gut. This wasn't about consent anymore; it was about power, about primal urges, about surrendering to the inevitable. And deep down, in the most shameful, exhilarating corners of my mind, I was already anticipating it.
Later that day, the air in the storeroom crackled with a different kind of tension. It wasn't the furtive, hurried energy of my last encounter with Ben. This was deliberate, predatory. Ben leaned against the shelves, a smug, satisfied glint in his eyes. David stood a little further back, his gaze intense, assessing, making me feel utterly exposed even through my clothes. The door was locked, the blinds drawn.
"So, Rasha," Ben purred, his voice a low rumble. "Decided to join us after all."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "What do you want?" I managed, trying to sound defiant, but my voice was barely a whisper.
David stepped forward, his presence surprisingly commanding. "We want you, Rasha. All of you. And we know you want us too. Don't try to deny it. That little show you put on for Ben the other day? That wasn't a one-time thing for you, was it?" His eyes bored into mine, dissecting me, stripping away my pretense. "You crave this. The risk. The filth. The sheer, animalistic pleasure of it all."
My cheeks flushed, a wave of heat washing over me. He was right. God, he was so right. The thought of being completely dominated, of having my desires laid bare and exploited, was terrifyingly alluring.
The words, a command and a promise, shattered the last remnants of my resistance. My body, already primed and throbbing, surrendered. This wasn't blackmail anymore; it was an invitation to a darkness I secretly craved, a descent into pure, unadulterated sensation. And I was ready to fall.
The air in the storeroom wasn't just tense; it was thick, humid with anticipation, smelling faintly of dust and male sweat. Ben and David stood before me, their expressions mirroring the raw, demanding hunger that was already making my core clench.
My heart hammered against my ribs, not from fear, but from the savage, exhilarating truth of his words. He saw me. They both did. And instead of denying it, my body betrayed me, a deep, wet throb starting between my thighs.
I didn't argue. I didn't plead for my job or my reputation. I simply met David's intense gaze, my lips parting on a ragged breath. "Then take it."
The word was a permission slip, a catalyst. David didn't waste a second. His hand shot out, grabbing the knot of my pencil skirt, and with a rough, decisive tug, the zipper screamed open. The fabric fell to the floor. Ben was already working on the buttons of my blouse, his eyes locked on the lace of my bra beneath.
I was naked in seconds, exposed to their hungry scrutiny. My nipples immediately hardened, straining against the thin lace. I was already slick, wet for them both.
Ben pushed me back against the cool metal shelving, his mouth crashing down on mine in a brutal, possessive kiss that tasted like whiskey and conquest. While his tongue ravaged my mouth, David dropped to his knees, his hands cupping my ass, pulling me forward until my wet core was pressed against his face.
"Don't waste time, Rasha," David commanded, his voice muffled against my flesh. "You're already soaking."
I gasped as his tongue hit my clit, sharp and precise, driving me instantly toward the edge. He didn't lick; he devoured, using the heel of his hand to spread my folds wide, allowing his mouth full access to the throbbing knot of my desire. My hips bucked involuntarily, a guttural moan tearing from my throat and swallowed by Ben's kiss.
Ben broke the kiss only to drag his hand down, finding the slick heat David was generating. He plunged two fingers deep inside me, stretching me, testing my readiness. "Loose and wet. Just how we like you."
The combination was overwhelming: Ben's fingers stretching me wide, David's mouth working me into a frenzy, the cool metal pressing into my spine. I was a puppet on strings, pulled only by their pleasure and my own relentless craving.
"Please," I panted, my voice strained with need. "I need more. Fill me."
Ben didn't need a second invitation. He pulled back, unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, already gleaming slightly with pre-cum. He pushed David aside with a quick nod, positioning himself between my legs.
"David, hold her tight. She's going to ride this," Ben ordered, his eyes dark with predatory lust.
David immediately stood, wrapping his arms around my waist, his erection pressing against my lower back. He provided the anchor as Ben drove his massive length into me, a hard, deep thrust that made me cry out, the sound echoing off the bare walls.
"Fuck, Rasha! You're tight, baby, so damn tight," Ben ground out, his hips slamming against mine with rhythmic force.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, riding the initial pain, letting it transform into pure, unadulterated sensation. I was being used, filled, taken, and it was everything I wanted. I matched his rhythm, bucking against him, demanding deeper penetration.
David was not idle. His hand swept down, finding the slick entrance to my ass, teasing the sensitive ring before plunging a finger inside. The dual pressure was exquisite, overwhelming my senses. My head fell back, resting against David's shoulder as he began to kiss my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"Look at you," David breathed against my ear, his voice ragged. "Two of us, filling you up, just like you deserve." He pulled his finger out of my ass, replacing it instantly with his rigid cock.
The sudden, searing stretch of David entering me from behind made my entire body seize. I screamed, a raw, animalistic sound of pain and pleasure. I was impaled, stretched between two men, my hole throbbing, my entire body saturated with sensation.
Ben's pace quickened, his cock slamming against David's where we met deep inside. David began to thrust too, slower and deeper, providing a heavy, grinding pressure that anchored Ben's frantic pace.
I was nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, a conduit for raw, male energy. I wrapped my arms around Ben's neck, biting his shoulder as I felt the inevitable wave of climax building, a pressure cooker of sensation erupting from my core.
"Ravish me more!" I roared, my voice thick with lust.
Ben held me tight, continuing his relentless thrusts, driving me back toward the edge. David, feeling my spasms, increased his depth, rocking into me until the sensation was purely unbearable, purely divine.
"We're coming! Take it all!" David shouted, his voice cracking with the effort.
Ben groaned, the sound tearing from his chest as he poured his hot, thick load deep inside me, filling the space he'd claimed. Almost instantly, David followed suit, his hips driving forward one last time, flooding my already saturated ass with his own scalding heat.
They both collapsed against me, panting, their heavy bodies pressing me against the metal shelf. Their cocks were still buried deep, twitching inside my spent, throbbing pussy. The silence was broken only by the sound of heavy, labored breathing and the slow, slick sound of their withdrawal.
I didn't move. I couldn't. I was utterly spent, physically wrecked, and completely, shamefully satisfied. This wasn't a one-time thing. This was a reckoning.
Ben pulled back first, his eyes glazed with triumph. He grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "See, Rasha? We told you this would be amazing"
I could not help but nod my head in agreement. It was my first time experience anal sex. First one in office. And it was mesmerizingly.