I’m dead on my feet as I walk into the office the next morning. When one of my masked men carried me to the couch, I passed out. I have no idea how they got into my apartment or managed to lock the door after themselves, but they did.
“Morning, sunshine.” I look and force a smile at Saint. He looks bright and chipper while I feel like death on legs.
“Morning,” I mutter as I head for my desk.
“Rough night?” Nick asks.
I cringe, then plaster on a fake, cheery smile and shake my head. “Nope. Just went straight home,” I answer.
“You look like someone beat that ass.” My eyes widen at Chris’s remark.
I shake my head vigorously. “No, no beating. Just home and bed.” The three of them purse their lips as ifthey are trying to hide their smiles, which just pisses me off. “Anything pressing this morning that needs to be handled?” I say, trying to redirect the conversation.
“You’ve handled us well,” Saint says. Call me crazy but I feel like there is a double meaning to that comment, which I refuse to dwell on. It’s one thing picturing my masked men as my bosses, but it’s another thing to be at work and envisioning them railing me and taking turns as they fuck me bare. I drop my gaze to my diary and choose to ignore responding as I delve into my tasks for the day.
I’m on fucking edge!
All day these three have made sure to brush against me or find some reason to touch me and it’s driving me crazy! Coming into work everyday and seeing them is hard enough, but them touching me is like adding gas to a simmering fire.
I’m about to combust.
It’s too much, yet not enough. Jesus, I need to get my fucking head checked. Last night I had my brains fucked out and still I am thirsting for more. Not from my masked men but from my damn bosses, and that’s not fucking cool!
“We’re heading out to lunch. Want anything?” I shake my head and wave them off as they leave. The second the door closes behind the three of them, I slouch in my seat and release a pent up sigh. I have half an hour tops before they get back. I move to stand, but then remember his words from last night.
Never forget we’re watching you, snowflake, so the next time you want to get yourself off at work, do it behind your desk so we can see.
I nibble on my lip for a second, debating if I should take the risk or not. When my need wins out, I reach for the remote on my desk and click the button to turn the windows dark so no one can see in. I push back from my desk and widen my legs, lifting my skirt to expose my black lace thong.
“If you are really watching me, then this is for you,” I say to the empty room. I push my panties to the side and slide a finger through my slick folds and moan—I’m fucking drenched. Unable to tease myself and just needing the euphoria my release will give me, I push two fingers inside my cunt and bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. I use my free hand to cup my tit and pinch my nipple through my blouse, making me arch my back.
I can hear how fucking wet I am and I find no guilt in making a mess of my seat as I finger my pussy hard and deep. I throw my head back and swallow my cry of pleasure as I hit that sweet spot. I use my thumb to press against my clit and have to bite down on my lip to remain silent. My breathing is ragged, a fine sheen of sweat coats my body. My eyes scrunch shut as I picture my masked men removing their masks to reveal their faces. Saint, Nick and Chris stand before me, ready and waiting to fuck me.
“You’ve been a bad slut.” Nick growls in my dream
“Yes.” I pant aloud.
“You want our cocks?” Saint asks.
“I’ve been a bad slut,” I respond to the voice in my head.
“Get on your knees and suck our cocks,” Chris snaps.
“Yes, give me your cocks. I want the three of you to fill me up,” I pant out a second before I detonate all over my fingers. A silent scream tears out of me. I yank my fingers free, not wanting to squirt all over the office floor and slouch back against my chair. The orgasm took the edge off but it did little to satisfy the hunger burning in the pit of my gut.
“I’d rather eat her than this.” I jerk upright at the sound of Saint’s voice. My eyes are bugging out of my head at the sight of all three of them standing there looking right at me. I jump to my feet and pull my skirt down to try and save some of my fucking dignity. How did I not hear the fucking door open or close? Oh, that’s right, you were talking to yourself, you dumbass!
The four of us stand here for a long time not uttering a word, shame coloring my cheeks. I’m trying to think of a lie to explain why my pussy was just out, but no amount of bullshit is going to fool them into thinking I wasn’t just fingering myself.
“I can explain,” I blurt. Chris quirks a brow as he pops a chip into his mouth. It’s only then that I notice they are carrying snacks in their hands… They went to the vending machine down the hall.
Fuck!
The one fucking time they don’t go out to eat, I decide to get risky and get fucking caught!
Nick is fighting back a smile as he leans his shoulder against the wall. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this,” he says, making me cringe. Saint doesn’t even try to hide his smile. Chris on the other hand just looks like the fucking cat that got the canary.
They are loving this.
