The Office Slave

A big, black motorcycle pulled into a parking space in front of them and the rider, tall and broad-shouldered, climbed off. Sylvia watched as he pulled off his helmet, revealing dark, wavy brown hair, a little long, and a stunningly handsome face. He unzipped his black, leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt stretched across his broad muscular chest.

Sylvia nudged Becca. "Wow, now I’m wishing I’d gone with a biker fantasy."

The sexy hunk noticed her staring at him and smiled, a gleam in his eye. Sylvia returned his smile but glanced away, a little embarrassed at having been caught ogling him.

Becca grinned. "Sorry, too late. Your office slave fantasy is already set up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint four hot guys, would you?"

"Man, if they’re even half as hot as that guy, I’ll be thrilled."

"Oh, you’ll be thrilled all right."

Sylvia watched the hot guy walk toward the office tower entrance, his black helmet tucked under his arm.

He opened the door and held it for another man with a bicycle.

"Morning, Slade" said the cyclist, who was also muscular and very fit looking, and had straight, brown hair, thick and cut short.

"Hey, Neil."

"Man, have I been looking forward to today."

The biker, named Slade, shot a quick glance toward Sylvia, then back to his friend. "Me, too."

The door closed behind them and she could see them walking across the lobby through the glass doors.

Becca glanced at her watch. "It’s almost time. You want me to go up with you?"

The arrangement was to wait until a little after nine, to ensure all the men were in the office by the time she arrived.

Sylvia shook her head. "No, Mom. I’m sure I can find it on my own." She grinned. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem. It was on my way to work."

"And thanks for setting this up. Thank Cal, too."

"Well, my fantasy came true. I think you deserve the same." Becca grinned again. "Just make sure you call me later and let me know how it went." She shook her head. "Four guys. Leave it to you, Sylvia." With that she turned and headed to her car which was parked a few spaces down. She got in, then waved as she pulled into the morning traffic.

Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn’t doubt it.

The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

"Are you Sylvia?"

She nodded.

He pulled the door open. "Please come in."

She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.

"I’m Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."

She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn’t glance up.

"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.

"No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."

She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She’d been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal’s ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.

This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?

Don’t freak out now. This is your fantasy!

Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."

Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn’t she?

And when she’d become enamored of the fantasy, she’d never, ever dreamed she’d live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn’t want to walk away.

"So, don’t get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn’t making fun of her, but he was teasing her.

"Well, he did do you wrong."

"True. But then we’re distracted by a beautiful woman."

Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."

He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we’re ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we’re into our roles. Okay?"

"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.

They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

She followed him past the offices and down a hallway, then into a conference room. He gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.

The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike’s and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two more men appeared, and Sylvia’s breath caught at the sight of the tall biker named Slade she’d seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he’d spoken with at the door.

The cyclist’s short, straight hair was a little damp—he’d probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.

They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all gorgeous and soon she’d be having hot, kinky sex with them all.

"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days ago. She’s here because of the arrangement to compensate for her brother’s debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."

She nodded as she gazed at their serious expressions. Tension curled inside her.

"So, she’s going to be our office slave, right?" Slade said.

"Yes, that’s the arrangement," Mike answered.

"Good, then I think we should start right off with seeing what’s underneath those clothes she’s wearing.

Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed through her.

"Excellent idea." Mike turned to her. "Unbutton your blouse."

Tingles of excitement danced through Sylvia as she stood up, facing the four handsome hunks all watching her intently. She flicked open the first button, watching their gazes drop to her parting blouse. She flicked open another one, revealing the swell of her breasts. She reached the waistband of her skirt and tugged the blouse free, then continued releasing the buttons until the blouse hung open, providing a glimpse of her lacy bra and a strip of naked skin.

"Now take off your skirt." Slade’s gaze glided along the drape of her blouse, his keen interest sending heat rippling through her.

She unfastened her skirt, and slowly pushed it to the floor, then stood up. The blouse mostly covered her from shoulder to hip, but her long, tanned legs were totally bared.

"Take off the blouse."

The sexy rumble of Slade’s low voice sent shivers of excitement through her. She slipped it from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor to pool beside her skirt. All of them stared at her almost naked body. Their hot male gazes caressing her breasts made her long for more. Glancing around the table, she noticed that the youngest man, Neil, seemed a little uncomfortable, his cheeks tingeing a little red, even as his green eyes locked on the swell of her breasts over the lace edging of her bra.

Mike stood up and walked toward her, then stared down at her breasts. "Very nice." He stroked along her collar bone, his masculine touch sending her heart rate into an erratic staccato, then brushed over the swell of her breasts. Anticipation quivered through her, but then he drew his hand away.

"Unfortunately, Granger, Slade and I have some business to attend to so you’ll go to Neil’s office for now." He glanced around at the younger man. "Neil?"

"Uh… yes, of course." Neil stood up and gestured to the conference room door. "Miss Reed."

"Neil, just call her slave." Granger said as he winked at her.

"Okay." Neil opened the door. "Turn left… slave."

Sylvia walked through the door and turned left, walking slowly until Neil stepped in stride beside her. She could sense the gazes of the other three men on her naked ass, left totally bare by her thong. They turned another corner.

"It’s the third one," he said.

She stopped at the third door and waited for him to open it, then stepped inside. Neil followed her in, leaving the door open, but Granger popped his head in and winked.

"The others will be busy for about an hour, but I’ll be back soon." He grinned. "Have fun." Then he closed the door.

Neil wouldn’t meet her gaze and she wondered if the two of them would stand here in uncomfortable silence until Granger returned. She remembered Becca telling her that three of guys had all been in the stripping business to work their way through college before they formed this company, but one joined later. If that was Neil, he wouldn’t be used to this role-playing stuff like the others.

Maybe she could help get the ball rolling.

She stepped toward him. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

His gaze roamed to her breasts. "I… want to touch you."

"Should I take off my bra, Mr. Craig?"

"Uh, no. Let me," he said and she turned around to let him unfasten the hooks. His fingers fumbled a little, then the elastic around her ribs loosened. She turned around to face him, the bra still resting loosely over her breasts, and she slowly dropped the straps from her shoulders and slipped her arms free, the whole time pressing the cups to her body. Once both arms were free, she lowered the garment from her body, watching his green eyes darken as she revealed her bare breasts.

"Fuck, they’re beautiful." He reached forward and touched the top swell of one tentatively, then wrapped his hand around it and squeezed lightly.

Then he cupped the other one and stroked. The feel of his big, masculine hands cupping her, squeezing and releasing, sent heat thrumming through her. She rested her hand on his chest, stroking down the light cotton fabric of his shirt, then glided her hand over the growing bulge in his pants. He was rock hard.

"Would you like me to suck your cock now, sir?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah. I mean, yes, slave."

She sank down in front of him and opened his zipper, then reached inside. As soon as she found his hot, hard shaft and wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned. She pulled out his cock and admired it. It was slender, but long, and curved to the right.

"Oh, Mr. Craig, your cock is so long and hard."

His breathing grew erratic as she stroked him. She leaned forward and licked the glistening drop of precum from his tip. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead, then swallowed it into her mouth.

"Yeah." His hand cupped her head, his fingers stroking her scalp as he held her to him.

She opened her throat to take him deep inside. She glided forward until his whole cock filled her.

"That is fucking amazing."

She squeezed him inside and he groaned. His balls tightened as she cupped them, then squeezed gently.

He was close to bursting, but clearly uncertain.

She grasped his cock in her hand as she glided away and gazed up at him. "Are you going to come in my mouth, sir?" She sucked him back in and squeezed, while lightly stroking his balls.

His jaw clenched, then he groaned as he erupted in her mouth, filling her with his hot semen, his body shuddering.

"Oh, yeah. I want to get in on that action."

Sylvia’s gaze darted to the door where Granger stood grinning. She hadn’t heard him open the door and clearly Neil hadn’t either. Granger stepped inside and strode toward them, unzipping his pants as he walked. He dropped them to the floor and kicked them aside as he continued toward her, pulling his big cock from his boxers. He leaned back against Neil’s desk and stroked his thick member.

"Slave, come and suck my cock now."

Sylvia quivered at the words. She stood up and moved to the desk, then crouched in front of him. His cock was thick and hard, and pulsed in her hand as she closed her fingers around it. The head was enormous. She wrapped her lips around him, then stretched wide to take him inside. The corona filled her mouth. She lapped her tongue over him, unsure how deep she could take him.

"Neil, come over here," Granger said. "Drop your pants and stand beside me."

"But I’ve already—"

"Hey, you get more than one shot with the little lady."

Sylvia heard the clunk of a belt hitting the floor, then Neil leaned against the desk beside Granger, his semi-erect cock peering from his boxers.

"Do both of us," Granger said.

Sylvia wrapped her hand around Neil’s soft cock and felt it harden immediately. She released Granger from her mouth, but stroked him with her hand, while she sucked on Neil. A few draws, then she returned to Granger. Soon they were both rock-hard.

"Lift your ass, honey, so Neil can see your pussy from behind."

She straightened her legs so she was bent at the waist with Granger’s big cockhead still in her mouth.

"Neil, go behind her and enjoy the view."

As Neil moved behind her, she licked Granger’s cockhead.

"Now take off her panties."

Neil’s fingers slipped under the elastic waist of her thong and he drew it over her hips, then down her legs.

"Honey, I know it’s a challenge, but try to take that sucker deeper if you can," Granger said.

She nodded and opened her mouth wide then slid him in a little more, while totally conscious of the fact her slick folds were bared to Neil and he was probably staring at them intently. He could probably see the glistening wetness. Her insides thrummed with need.

At the feel of hands stroking her ass, she jerked forward a little more. Then Neil pressed her ass cheeks wide, opening her pussy to him. An ache swelled inside her at the thought of one of their big cocks gliding inside her. They wouldn’t even have to worry about condoms since they’d all had testing done beforehand and provided the paperwork to each other. She was on birth control, so all bases were covered.

The cock in her mouth twitched and she realized she’d taken him halfway down her throat. She drew back, allowing her throat to rest, but squeezed him in her mouth and sucked.

He stroked her head. "Oh, yeah, honey. That’s sweet."

He pulled the clip from her hair and it spilled over her shoulders.

"Neil, why don’t you slide your cock into her?"

Neil’s hands stroked her ass, and she longed for his hard shaft to drive inside her, but he didn’t.

"Hey, let’s do this, then." Granger drew her up, his cock falling from her mouth. "Neil, lean against the desk again and, honey, suck him."

They both followed Granger’s instructions and she took Neil in her mouth again. This time, Granger stepped behind her and his bigger hands spread her, then she stilled as something hot and hard brushed against her slick folds. She glanced up at Neil and he was staring intently behind her. Then Granger’s thick cockhead glided forward, stretching her as it slid inside.

Neil’s cock dropped from her mouth as she moaned. She was so ready for a hot cock and Granger filled her so full.

"See how much she likes it." Granger thrust in a couple of times, then he drew free and stood her up. "I think you want to be facing her when you fuck her."

Sylvia watched Neil’s face and realized that’s exactly what he wanted.

"Slave, climb on top of that cock of his."

Sylvia grasped his cock and pulled it toward her as she moved in close, then pressed it to her wet opening.

"Oh, fuck." Neil pulled her tight to his body, driving his long cock into her.

He interrupted her gasp as he covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue inside. He tightened his arms around her, his long, hard cock embedded deep inside her and he lifted her and turned around, then set her bottom on the desk. He pulled back and drove deep again. She squeezed him inside, loving the feel of his hard shaft gliding out, then driving deep again. He thrust and thrust again, and she gasped as pleasure built within her. He pumped into her, filling her with his hardness.

"Oh, yes. Oh, God, you’re making me…" Pleasure swelled. "I’m going to come."

He groaned and erupted inside her. As his hot liquid filled her, she wailed her release.

A knock sounded at the door and it opened. Mike and Slade stared inside. Grins claimed both their faces.

"Well, what have we here? It looks like very little work is getting done." Mike stepped into the office. "Slave, go get us some coffee and bring it to us in the boardroom in ten minutes."

She stepped away from Neil, still glowing from the pleasure of her release. "Yes, Mr. Craig."

She picked up her thong and bra from the floor.

Mike held out his hand. "I’ll take those."

She handed them to him, standing before them all totally naked except for her high heels. He tossed her thong to Neil, which he caught in one hand.

Mike winked. "I think Neil deserves a souvenir." He turned and left the room, the others following.

Sylvia grabbed her purse from the chair in the open area of the office where she’d left it and slipped to the bathroom. Oh, God, this was so hot! She’d have to do something very special to thank Becca and Cal for this. She cleaned up and brushed her hair, then refreshed her lipstick.

Ten minutes later, she stepped into the boardroom carrying a tray with a thermos of coffee, four mugs, cream and sugar. The four men glanced up as she walked in the door. Their sexy smiles sent heat shimmering through her as she walked across the room and set the tray on the table.

"Would you like me to pour the coffee, sir?"

Mike nodded and she poured coffee into all four mugs, then carried one to each man, keenly conscious of each hot, hard body she brushed close to place the cup on the table.

"Now come here, slave." Mike’s hot gaze glided over her body as she approached him. "You distracted Neil and Granger from getting their work done, so you must be punished."

"Yes, sir." The tremor of excitement in her voice almost sounded like anxiety, adding to the scene playing out.

"Lean forward and place your hands on the table."

She placed her palms flat on the table. Her breasts hung straight down, her hard nipples pointing at the table top. Neil and Granger, sitting across from her, stared at them with big smiles. She couldn’t see Slade, who was sitting on the chair beside where she leaned over the table, but she could feel his powerful masculine presence.

Mike’s hand rested on her ass, then he lifted and a loud smack filled the room. Her skin smarted where he’d slapped her and excitement rippled through her. He smacked again, this time on her other cheek. Both sides of her ass tingled with sensation. He smacked a few more times, then rested his palm on her and stroked.

"Now thank me for disciplining you," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Bairn."

"Good. Now stand up."

As she stood, so did the men.

"Since we do have lots of work to get done," Slade said, "I have a project I can use her on." His gaze locked on her. "Coming?"

She stared into his charcoal eyes and nodded, then followed him down the hall, her stomach quivering. A moment later, she stood in his office, the door closed behind them. She stood totally naked in front of him, alone in his office. Her pulse quickened. He was such a sexy, virile man. So muscular and totally hot.

His gaze glided the length of her body, sending heat shimmering through her. She was getting hot, but it was disconcerting that he seemed totally unaffected.

"I’m the artistic director and we’re thinking of getting into adult material. I’ve got a scenario in mind and you can help me visualize it."

She nodded.

"Go and face the desk, then lean over."

She turned and walked to his desk, then placed her hands on the edge and leaned forward, aware that her naked ass was totally exposed and, with her leaning forward like this, her intimate folds would be visible.

Heat washed through her as he stepped close behind her, his jeans brushing her thigh.

His hand pressed down on her back. "Lean down more, and raise your ass seductively." He pressed her down until her breasts were crushed against the wood desktop. His hand glided down, then over the curve of her ass.

"Very nice. Now…" His hand continued to her inner thigh. She felt a hand on her other thigh, too. He stroked lightly, a mere inch from her now damp folds. Her insides fluttered as he pressed her thighs wider.

"Feet apart more. Ass up higher."

She complied, wantonly hoping he’d stroke her damp flesh soon. Then he stepped away.

"Very sexy."

He picked up his phone and tapped for a minute, then put it back in his pocket.

She continued to stand there, her ass high in the air, her legs wide, exposed to him. He crossed the room and sat down in the same chair as before, his gaze running over her as the seconds ticked by. Tingles raced through her at being on display like this.

The door opened and she had to fight the urge to stand up and turn around. Mike stared at her from the doorway.

"Well, hello."

"Our slave is helping me visualize the scenario we talked about for an adult game. I thought if you weren’t busy, you could help us out."

His smile broadened. "It would be my pleasure."

He stepped behind her and his arm went around her waist. The heat of his body enveloped her as he drew her close.

She almost jumped as Mike’s hand glided over her ass in a slow caress. His fingers cupped her ass, then trailed to her inner thigh, but stopped short of her crotch. Her insides melted, wanting this hot man to touch her most private place.

"I think this is going too fast," Slade said. "Why don’t you go around in front of her?"

Mike stepped back then walked around the desk until he faced her.

"Now, slave, I want you to pull out his cock and suck it."

Her stomach fluttered as she reached forward and unzipped his pants.

God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this with a man she had only met minutes ago. And with another man watching.

She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around a thick, hard cock. She drew him out and gazed at him. Wow, he was big. His cock was long and thick, with veins pulsing along the shaft. Without thinking, she drew him toward her and wrapped her mouth around the big cockhead. It was hot and hard against her lips. Her tongue curled around the corona and swirled.

"Oh, baby, that’s great." Mike’s hands cupped her head, his fingers threading through her hair. "Yes, now take it deeper." He glided forward, feeding his big shaft to her slowly.

She opened to accommodate him. He filled her, then drew back. She squeezed him with her lips, then opened as he pushed forward again.

"That looks incredibly sexy all right."

Her gaze flicked sideways to see Slade standing beside the desk now, watching the action closely. Then his hand stroked over her ass.

"Fuck her mouth, Mike."

Mike drew back and thrust forward. She reached for his balls and tucked her hand under them, as he filled her mouth again and again.

"Stop before you come."

Mike thrust a couple more times, and his balls tightened in her hand. Any second now he would fill her mouth, but he groaned as he stopped and pulled out. His cock was swollen and hard. It twitched in desperation.

"Good. Definitely sexy. Now stand up, slave."

The word made her feel totally under his command. She stood up.

"Sit on the desk." His hand slid under one breast and lifted, and her nipple ached in anticipation.

"Mike, you know what to do with those."

Mike grinned and walked toward her as she settled against the desk, facing him. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her onto it, then cupped both her breasts in his big, hot hands. He caressed, then tucked a hand under one and lifted as his lips found her nipple.

She drew in a deep breath as wild sensations fluttered through her. His tongue flicked over the hard bud, then he surrounded it with his lips and sucked. She clutched him close to her, his long, black hair brushing against her palms. She caught Slade gazing hungrily at her other breast, but he remained the observer.

"Slave, act as if you want him."

Oh, God, she did want him.

"I want you." At her husky words, Mike’s blue eyes darkened.

"Coarser. Keep it X-rated," Slade directed.

"I want you to fuck me. To sink your big cock into me and drive me wild."

"Oh, man." Mike unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then pressed close to her. He stroked her inner thigh and this time he didn’t avoid her hot, wet flesh. His fingers slipped over her folds, then found her opening and glided inside.

"Fuck, you are so wet."

He pressed his hard cockhead against her.

This was so hot!

She grasped his shoulders. "Drive it into me."

At her breathless words, he thrust forward. The width of his cock stretched her as he surged inside. Deeper and deeper. Until their bodies ground together. She clung to him, gasping for breath. His hands cupped her butt and he pulled her tighter against him.

"You are so big." She stroked down the lapel of his jacket, loving the smooth feel of the fine wool.

She couldn’t believe this sexy stranger had his cock deep inside her, while his friend watched. But it was so frigging sexy.

"Oh, baby." He drew back, then glided forward again, his big cock stroking her inner passage.

Pleasure built within her as he thrust faster and faster. Her insides melted and she moaned as electric pulses vibrated through her, then ignited in a scintillating orgasm. She gasped and held him tight as he kept on thrusting. He groaned and jerked forward, filling her with liquid heat.

She relaxed against him, her head against his chest. He stroked her hair, then kissed the top of her head before he pulled back.

"Well, that was fun." Mike glanced toward Slade. "Anything else you need me for?"

"No, that’s it," Slade said. His gaze rested on her as Mike zipped up and left the office.

She sat on the edge of the desk, totally naked, drawing in deep breaths. Slade stood up and walked toward her. Big and sexy, his charcoal eyes glinting with attitude. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her from the desk, pulling her tight to his body. As her feet touched the floor, he captured her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. His tongue thrust into her, mastering her with steady, deep strokes.

When he drew away, she was breathless. There was nothing she wanted more than for him to push her against the wall then drive into her just like Mike had done. But as good as that was, she knew it would be even better with Slade. He had that bad boy persona that just made her itch to be taken by him.

His finger ran along her inner thigh, then over her slick flesh. She gazed at him, wide-eyed, eagerly anticipating his big fingers sliding into her. He gazed down at her breasts, heat glowing in his eyes.

But then he stepped back, leaving her breathless.

"It’s lunch time. There’s a meeting at one in the conference room, so you should get something to eat now."

* * *

Sylvia opened the door to the conference room. After she’d left Slade’s office, she’d gotten dressed again—minus her panties, which had been given to Neil—and eaten a nice lunch that Granger had brought to her in an empty office. She knew they were being considerate and giving her some time to herself as a breather. Now she stepped into the room and all eyes turned to her.

"Well, that’s disappointing. If we’re going to have an office slave, she should at least be naked," Granger said with a grin.

"You heard the man," Slade said. "Strip down."

His authoritative tone sent a quiver through her. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then reached around behind her and unfastened her bra. Slowly, she let it drop to the floor, then she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. She wore no panties, so she now stood before them totally naked, her nipples peaking.

She could feel their heated gazes gliding over her.

"Now touch yourself," Mike said.

"Yes, sir." She ran her fingers over her nipples, then squeezed the tight buds between her fingertips. Heat sizzled through her.

"Come over here," Granger said.

She stepped toward him and he cupped her breasts, squeezing softly. His fingers found her nipples and he stroked and squeezed, then leaned forward and covered one with his mouth. His tongue flicked over it, then he sucked on it. At the steady pull on her sensitive nub, she moaned.

Mike rolled his chair closer and stroked her other breast. Suddenly, his mouth was on her, too and he was sucking deeply.

"Oh, God." She felt lightheaded at the incredible sensation of two hot man-mouths on her. Sucking her.

Granger’s hand glided down her stomach and he stroked over her folds, then into the new dampness that had formed there. He slipped inside her and stroked, then swirled. Mike caressed her ass, then his lips found her hip. He kissed across her stomach, then flicked his tongue into the front of her folds as Granger still stroked inside her. Mike found her clit, then swirled over it with the tip of his tongue. She rested her hands on Granger’s shoulder to steady herself. Mike’s tongue continued to flick her clit as Granger sucked her nipple. Within moments, intense pleasure flashed through her, then erupted in a small, but explosive orgasm. Her legs shook as she rose onto tiptoes while she rode the wave of bliss, moaning loudly.

Finally, she dropped down again, gasping for air.

The men drew away and smiled at her.

"Now I think our slave should give us all head," Mike said.

"Great idea." Granger unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor. Then he shrugged off his shirt.

Both Mike and Granger leaned against the table, their hard cocks jutting forward. Neil joined them, his cock rising, too.

She took Mike’s cock in her hand and reached for Granger’s. The sensation of two hot, hard cocks pulsing in her hands was incredible. She licked Mike’s tip, then swallowed him in her mouth. She slid down, taking him deep, then glided away again. She shifted to Granger and licked him, then swallowed him deep, mimicking what she’d done with Mike. She shifted back and forth from one to the other.

Neil stepped beside her and brushed her cheek with his cock, so she turned and took him into her mouth next, still grasping the other two men in her hands. She stroked their cocks while she sucked Neil, then she switched to Mike. When she tried to slip away, he tucked his hands around her head and pulled her deep again.

"I’m close. Keep going."

She dove deep, then bobbed up and down, squeezing him in her mouth. He tensed, then shot liquid down her throat, pulsing insider her. When he was finished she shifted to Granger. Neil took Mike’s place and she moved from Neil to Granger. Granger’s big cock, a little longer than Neil’s, pulsed in her mouth, then he released. She sucked, then swallowed. He stroked her hair, then pulled out, leaving Neil’s hard cock in front of her. She took him deep and within moments he was filling her again.

He pulled out and kissed her head again. She swallowed and glanced around at Slade.

The other’s glanced at him expectantly.

He leaned against the table, a bulge apparent in his blue jeans, but he did not make a move to release it. She stroked over the bulge, then unzipped him and slid her hand inside. Her fingers found his hot, hard flesh and she wrapped her fingers around him—or tried to. He was so thick she couldn’t quite reach all the way around. She drew him out and her eyes widened. Never had she seen a cock so big. It was as big around as her wrist, and it had to be at least ten inches long.

"My God, man, you’re fucking huge." Granger stared openly at Slade’s cock.

Slade just shrugged.

Sylvia drew his cockhead to her lips and licked his tip, swirling his tongue around and around the tip. She wrapped her lips around him and glided forward, opening wider and wider until he slid inside. She got his cockhead into her mouth, but she could barely take a third of his shaft. She slipped off the end and slid along the side of his shaft like it was a cob of corn, squeezing him with her lips.

"Poor guy. It’s gotta be torture having her mouth only on one side while the other is cold," Neil said.

Slade glanced at him and quirked his head in a sideways gesture. "That’s true, Neil. You’re welcome to come help out."

To her surprise, Neil knelt down facing her and pressed his mouth to Slade’s big cock. He followed her movements, sliding along the cock until his lips touched hers, then they moved together, totally covering the cock wherever they were. She quivered at how intensely erotic it was, her lips touching his, gliding along this hot, steel-hard shaft.

They traveled his length several times, then Neil continued over the top and took the head into his mouth. He gulped it down, taking it deeper than Sylvia could. She watched in fascination until he slid off the end, then she took the mushroom-shaped tip in her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times, then Slade cupped her head and drew her from him.

"Now it’s time for someone to fuck you."

Her heart thundered in her chest as she thought about his big cock filling her. Big hands wrapped around her waist and guided her to the table. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the tabletop. But it was Granger, not Slade, who stepped behind her. She felt his hard flesh glide between her thighs, then slide forward and back, stroking her slick slit.

"Oh, yeah. So hot and wet." He grasped his cock and positioned it, then slid inside her. He was about the same size as Neil, fitting nicely. After a few short strokes, he slipped out. Then she felt him against her back opening.

She held her breath as he pressed against it. She relaxed her muscles as he entered her, slowly, moving deeper and deeper. Soon he was all the way in, his groin pressed tight against her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and as one they turned around until she faced the others, Granger leaning against the table still embedded inside her. He lifted her knees, opening her to the men.

Mike stepped forward and smiled. "Nice view." He grasped his cock and pressed it to her slit, then glided inside.

Oh, man, she had two big cocks inside her. She sighed as Mike cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue swirling inside her mouth. Then he drove deep. She moaned at the intense sensations of the two cocks inside her. She wrapped her legs around Mike’s waist as he began to move in a steady rhythm, filling her over and over, while Granger’s cock slid in and out of her back passage at the same time. They thrust again and again as wild sensations spiraled through her. She felt dizzy with pleasure. Building. Higher and higher. Until it erupted into an intense orgasm.

She moaned as they kept filling her, then first one then the other groaned their release. The three of them collapsed together, sandwiching her between their two muscular, masculine bodies.

After a moment, Mike stepped back. Granger steadied her on her feet, his cock slipping away as she stood.

"My turn." Neil turned her to face the table again. As she braced her hands on the edge, his hard cock drove into her slick slit. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to his body, then started to thrust. His fingers found her clit and he toyed with it as he drove into her with exuberance. She clung to his forearms as bliss pulsed through her.

It was so fast and furious. And exciting!

"Oh, yeah." He tensed as he continued driving into her, then she felt hot liquid filling her.

"Oh, God, yes!" She arched her back as she exploded in yet another orgasm.

His lips grazed her neck, nuzzling along the side as her breathing calmed. He kissed her ear, then eased back.

She turned and leaned back against the table. Mike handed her a bottle of cold water and she twisted off the lid as she watched Neil and Granger drift out of the meeting room. She sipped as Mike nodded then followed them out, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

Her gaze locked with Slade, the only man here who hadn’t fucked her yet. And the only man still in the room. Her heartbeat began to race again as she thought of him pushing that big monster of his into her. She glanced at the bulge in his pants. At some point, he’d tucked it away again.

He smiled as he noticed the direction of her gaze.

"Follow me." He turned and walked to the door.

She obeyed. Once he left the room, instead of turning left to return to the offices, he turned right, then led her down the short hallway to an exit at the end.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

He pushed open the door, ignoring her question.

Oh, God, she was totally naked. She couldn’t walk into a public area this way. She hesitated.

"Come here, slave."

She trembled in excitement when he called her slave, and responded to the no nonsense tone of his voice immediately. She stepped toward the doorway and peered through it.

She sighed as she realized it was some kind of storage area, or maybe loading dock, with the concrete floors and utility-style lighting. Then she noticed the motorcycle, every bit as big as the one she’d seen him getting off this morning, standing a couple of yards from one wall.

"That’s what I love about this office space. It gives me a place to store my second bike."

"It’s nice." She didn’t know much about motorcycles, but this one was black and sleek and had flames painted along the sides.

He nodded toward the bike and she walked to it. She could feel him behind her, big and masculine. Close.

She was alone in this garage-like space with a big, bad boy biker. And she was his slave. Her insides quivered at the thought. She stopped in front of the big machine and stroked the black, leather seat, then turned to face him.

"I saw you watching me when I arrived this morning, and got the impression you liked the idea of being with a biker."

At thoughts of this big biker with his huge cock filling her, all she could manage was a nod.

His gaze locked on hers and he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head, then tossed it aside. Her gaze locked on his broad chest and chiseled abs.

"Even a slave deserves a treat sometimes."

His fingers worked at the belt on his jeans, then he unzipped and let them drop to the floor. His big cock stretched his black briefs to the limit, and she could tell he wasn’t even at full length yet.

He stepped toward her and grabbed her hand, then she found herself crushed against his steel-hard chest, his arms around her, his lips capturing hers. They were hard and demanding as his tongue glided inside and possessed her mouth. He lifted her onto the bike, sitting her sideways and he kissed down her neck as his hands found her breasts and cupped them. He leaned down and licked her nipple, sending tingles through her, then he sucked. She clung to his head, pulling him close as she moaned.

He drew back and pressed her knees wide, then leaned down and licked her clit. His tongue dove forward, teasing the sensitive nub. Heat washed through her. He licked and sucked, driving her pleasure higher, while she threaded her fingers through his wavy hair.

Then he stepped back and she moaned in frustration.

He smiled and pushed his briefs to the floor, revealing his thick, and fully revived, cock.

"I want you to suck me."

She slipped from the bike and crouched before him, then wrapped both hands around his big rod. She stroked up and down, then drew his huge cock to her mouth and swallowed the head. She couldn’t take him as deep as she’d like, but she continued to stroke the hot, thick shaft as she sucked. His fingers coiled in her hair and he kept moving her head up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her mouth, but not enough to overwhelm her. She followed the rhythm.

"That’s right. Just like that."

His cock twitched in her grip. She slid one hand under his balls and stroked, then cupped them in her palm. They tightened as she sucked faster, and his breathing increased.

"Stop."

At his sharp word, she pulled back, staring at him with wide eyes. Did this man never want to come?

But the intensity of his charcoal eyes burned through her and he grasped her shoulders and tugged her to her feet. His mouth latched onto hers and he drove his tongue in hard, then thrust it in and out. She felt herself propelled around then lifted onto the bike, her back to the handlebars, her thighs spread apart by the big machine between her legs. He mounted the bike, staring at her glistening flesh,

He leaned back in the seat and drew her closer. His hot, hard shaft brushed against her thigh, then he dragged the head over her wet, aching flesh.

"Ohhhh, please. I want you inside me so bad."

He groaned and pressed his cock to her opening, then pushed forward. His cockhead stretched her as it pressed inside. It was so thick she was afraid it wouldn’t fit, but he eased forward and it disappeared inside.

"Oh, God, yes." The words came out in short squeaks, as his cock slowly filled her. "You’re so big."

He continued forward, pushing into her. She gasped as his incredibly thick shaft filled her, stretching her flesh like she’d never been stretched before. And his length seemed to go on forever. Deeper and deeper.

Finally, he seemed to be all the way in, but then cupped her ass and lifted her onto him, allowing his cock to go even deeper. She moaned.

He lifted her up and down, his cock moving within her. Slowly and steadily.

"Oh… that’s… so… good." She wanted to swoon with the pleasure. She squeezed him.

"Fuck, you’re going to end it too soon."

Soon? The man had held off for hours of foreplay, never once coming. How could he claim this was too soon?

She groaned as he pulled her from his cock and set her on the seat. She reached for his cock, but he shook his head.

"Turn around and face the front of the bike."

She twisted around until her back was to him.

"Now lean forward and lift that pretty ass of yours."

When she dropped forward, her bare breasts brushed against cold metal. She grabbed the handles and pushed herself up, her feet finding purchase as she straightened her legs, lifting her butt as directed.

"Perfect." He stroked her ass, then his fingers found her slick flesh and pressed into her.

As he stroked her passage, she knew she could come on the spot, but she held back, longing for the feel of his big cock inside her again.

Then she felt it. His hard cockhead brushing her hot flesh.

"Now I’m going to fuck you. And you will come when I tell you to. Do you understand?"

She nodded. Then he grasped her hips and pulled her tight to him, his cock thrusting into her.

"Oh, yes." She squeezed him, loving the feel of his thick, steel-hard shaft buried deep inside her passage.

He cupped her breasts as he pivoted his hips forward and back, forward and back, filling her with thick hard cock again and again. She squeezed him, feeling the pleasure rise within her. He tweaked her nipples and she moaned, then he pulled her tight against him, squeezing her breasts as his cock drove deep.

"Oh, yes. I’m so close." Her breathing was erratic.

"Fuck this. I want to see your face."

He dragged her from the bike, his cock slipping from her again. She felt lightheaded as he turned her to face him and backed her up until she felt the cold, hard wall behind her.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad." His muscular body crushed her against the hard surface as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, drove deep several times, then nuzzled her neck.

"Oh, please." She wanted his big cock inside her so bad.

"Tell me you want it." His charcoal gaze burned into her.

"I want you to fuck me," she said breathlessly.

"Shit, yeah."

He drove into her, impaling her in one thrust. She moaned as pleasure jolted through her.

"Please make me come," she begged as he drove deep again.

"Not until I say."

He drilled into her, driving her pleasure higher. She clung to his shoulders, fending off the impending explosion of bliss, but barely.

"I can’t." Her nails dug into his back as he drove deep again. "I’m so close."

He thrust again and again, and she felt herself slipping over the edge. He tensed against her.

"Now. Come right now," he commanded.

Heat encompassed her as his body continued to pound into her. He groaned and his big cock erupted inside her, flooding her with hot liquid.

"Oh… oh, God," she cried. Joy blasted through her, sending her to heaven as she wailed long and loud. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Then she wailed as her pleasure reached a pinnacle, her senses fluttering wildly, as her body exploded in ecstasy.

He held her tight to his body as she gasped for air, then she collapsed against his solid chest. She sucked in a big breath of air.

"Oh, my God, that was… incredible."

He smiled, then kissed her. "You talk as if it’s done."

Her eyes widened as he thrust again. Still so close, she felt the pleasure shoot through her again, until she was wailing in another orgasm as his cock drilled into her, her head spinning.

He slowed as the wave of pleasure ebbed, until finally they were simply facing each other.

"Do you have a license for that thing?" she asked.

"The motorcycle?"

She grinned. "That’s not the big, intimidating symbol of manhood I was thinking of."

He laughed, his charcoal eyes glittering. "Sylvia, you are delightful."

"Sylvia? I thought I was slave?"

"The agreement was for four hours and,"—his head nodded toward a clock hanging on the wall—"that’s over now."

"Oh." Feeling a little crestfallen, she drew back, but he didn’t release her from his embrace.

"Wait, I wasn’t saying I didn’t want this to continue. I just didn’t want to take advantage."

Her lips turned up in a smile and she kissed him.

"That’s okay. I don’t mind if you take advantage a little longer." Not that she thought either of them had the energy to make love again, but she loved being in his arms like this.

He seemed to understand that and he cuddled her close to him.

* * *

Once she was cleaned up and dressed again, she stepped into the open area of the office to see all four men waiting for her.

She smiled. "Thank you." She felt a little tongue-tied, and even a little shy. She’d just acted out her most intimate fantasy with these men, but now that it was back to real life it felt… awkward.

Gazing around at their handsome faces—and drop dead gorgeous bodies—she wished she could continued the fantasy. If she asked, would they let her come back another day?

"Sylvia, before you go," Mike said, "our other partner is going to be calling in a minute and wants to talk to you."

"You have another partner?"

"That’s right, but your fantasy was to be with four men, not five, so he bowed out."

"Oh. Why him?" she asked, feeling a little insecure. Had he not found her attractive enough when he’d seen the picture Cal had sent them? Or did he disapprove?

"Probably not for any of the reason you’re thinking," Slade said, probably reading her insecurity from her face.

"You see, he’s the boss," Mike said. "And he thought he might overwhelm you."

The phone rang.

"I thought you were all partners," she murmured to Slade as Mike walked to the phone at the end of the conference table and picked it up.

"We are, but he just naturally takes charge."

"Yes, sir," Mike said in a deferential tone. He held out the receiver to her.

She took it and placed it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Miss Reed?" the man said in a curt voice.

"Yes."

"I trust you enjoyed your fantasy today."

"Um… yes, thank you." Her cheeks flushed.

"Good. We met your terms, with only four partners present, but now I have a proposal for you."

"What is it?"

"Come back Monday and submit to me and my partners as our slave, but as yourself, with no roles or fantasies to hide behind. And I will be the one totally in change."

Her breath caught. It was one thing to act out a fantasy. To submit as part of a role. But could she really give herself over to this commanding man and do anything he told her to do?

"You will follow my every command, and if you don’t obey, you will submit to punishment. Do you accept?"

She hesitated, her heart thundering in her chest.

Oh, hell yes.

"What time do you want me here?" she asked.

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You just finished reading The Office Slave by New York Times Bestselling Author Opal Carew.

In addition to being one of her Red Hot Fantasies series of standalone erotic shorts, The Office Slave also spun off its own reverse harem series of erotic stories, The Office Slave Series, which continues in The Office Slave #2: The Boss. You can find more about this series at http://OpalCarew.com/bookshelf/tos_series.php or just OpalCarew.com