I share an office with two delightful ladies. We had been working together for a couple of months and got on fine. Wendy is about 35 with beautifully groomed long dark hair and dresses immaculately and very tastefully. Her figure is curvy and well-proportioned and I often find myself glancing at her bosom when she is wearing a tight blouse or low-cut top. Jenny is a good bit younger, probably only about 22. She’s shorter than Wendy and very bubbly, with bobbed blonde hair. She usually wears mini-skirts and up-to-the minute fashions. Her breasts are a lot smaller than Wendy’s, but perfectly shaped – you can tell because she never wears a bra! Our supervisor is also a woman, Belinda, who has an adjoining private office. She is very ambitious and authoritative. She power dresses, usually in a dark suit, with a tightly-fitting skirt reaching to her knees, which shows off her magnificent bottom to perfection. She has shoulder-length auburn hair, but is always tied back. I found all three
very attractive and they all very quickly featured in my regular masturbation activity. Of course, they had no idea about this and I often felt embarrassed when I saw them some mornings, as if they might guess what I’d been up to the night before.
Although my co-workers are good company, things often get boring in the office when you are sat in front of a computer screen all day. Because of the way our desks were positioned I was able, when things were slack or during lunchtime, to indulge my habit of looking for masturbatory material on the internet. One day I was taking a quick look at a site and group I had just discovered, the PeterFiles, when I was called out of the office and in my hurry left the webpages onscreen. I was out of the office for quite a while, and on my return was horrified to see Wendy, Jenny and Belinda grouped round my screen. As I came in Wendy and Jenny scurried away to their desks. I’m sure Jenny was grinning as she turned away. I felt very sheepish as Belinda fixed me with a cold stare. “I’m surprised at you, David! You know what company policy on misuse of computers at work is. This is very serious. Come to my office at 5 o’clock. I’m afraid this is a disciplinary offence.”
I was cringing with embarrassment as I sat down and glanced across at Wendy and Jenny, who pretended not to be paying attention, but I caught them giving meaningful glances to one another all afternoon. The time dragged by till 5. Jenny and Wendy left the office and I noticed a strange, almost amused look on their faces. I steeled myself to see my boss, fully expecting to be fired on the spot.
I went into Belinda’s office with some trepidation. She was sitting at one end of a conference table and motioned me to stand at the other end in front of her. She sat in her executive chair, her long sleek legs close together in her narrow black skirt, her white blouse buttoned up to the neck. Her hair was pulled back as always and she looked at me severely through her black-rimmed spectacles. I thought I was for it. “Well, David,” she said, “What are we going to do with you? I’m a fair person, however, and I want to hear your side of the story before taking any decisions about your future here.”
“My side of the story?” I stammered. What did she mean? It was pretty clear I’d broken the rules. “Yes,” Belinda said quietly, “We must get the full picture.” She picked up the phone and when it was answered I could hear a woman’s voice saying, “Yes, Belinda?” “Sorry to keep you waiting”, she said, “Will you both come to my office now?” I almost trembled when the door opened and Wendy and Jenny walked in. They hung their coats up and sat down either side of Belinda. I thought they had both gone home and started to feel rather hot under the collar as they all three looked at me intently.
“Well,” started Belinda, “We had better hear what the charges are first, then you can give us your side, as I promised. Wendy, it was you who found the offending material on David’s screen, wasn’t it? Will you give us all the details, please?” Embarrassed, I interrupted, “But surely there’s no need...” “Be quiet!” Belinda commanded me with a glare.
Wendy looked at me and then began. “Well, it wasn’t really dirty pictures, but it was a site all about...” she hesitated for a moment, “...masturbation. It was a sort of club, I think, for men who are into that sort of thing. I was a little surprised that David would like that, but evidently he does”, glancing at me as she said it and shifting on her seat. “I called Jenny over and we looked through it all, there were stories about men masturbating in front of women, and then we found a contribution to a discussion group by David. We know it must be him because it described in great detail how he pleasured himself thinking about the three women in his office – us!!”
By now I had gone deep red and felt very hot and uncomfortable, although hearing Wendy talk about masturbation had made my penis swell in my trousers. Belinda looked at Jenny, who added. “It’s all true, but I wasn’t quite so surprised, I hadn’t said anything before, but once I came back early from lunch and was about to come into the office when I noticed David sort of shaking in his seat. I didn’t go in but I guess he must have been masturbating.” It was true, but I had no idea Jenny had ever seen me.
“Well, what have you got to say for yourself? You had better explain yourself properly if you want to keep your job!” I didn’t know what to say. Belinda continued, ”Is it true then, that you like to masturbate a lot, David? Tell us about it!” “Yes, I do”, I murmured, feeling ashamed, but increasingly aroused. “I can’t help it, it feels so nice and the thought of a woman taking charge of me while I do it excites me terribly.”
I just wanted Belinda to fire me and let me escape, but I noticed them looking at each other slyly. “There’s only one way to settle this, you’ll have to prove that you are telling the truth. You will have to show us how you masturbate. Take your trousers off, David and let us see your favourite pleasure toy!” Wendy and Jenny giggled at this. “What, in front of you all?, I croaked, my throat going dry as I spoke. “Of course, said Belinda, that’s what you dream about isn’t it?”
I took my trousers off obediently, my erection sticking out rigidly from under my shirt. “Take everything off!” said Jenny, I can’t see your cock properly!” Belinda nodded, so I stripped completely. My cock was throbbing even though I hadn’t touched it, and it felt both arousing and embarrassing to be standing naked in front of three such smart fully-clothed women. “Well show us what you do, David!” said Belinda impatiently. I took hold of my shaft and started stroking it slowly and lightly. “Oh, that’s nice David, keep stroking yourself”, murmured Belinda, “But don’t you dare make a mess on my carpet!”
Belinda leant over and whispered something in Jenny’s, then Wendy’s ear. They smiled and Belinda turned to me. “I’ve decided what to do. I’ll let you keep your job if we are satisfied with the amount of spunk you produce for us. So you had better make sure you keep going long enough to make a big load! We’re going to help you though. You can choose, Jenny or Wendy will take her top off, and the other her skirt and knickers, but I will remain fully clothed and in charge. Is that fair? I nodded dumbly. “Shall I show you my tits, David?” asked Wendy, “I’ve seen you looking, you know”. I blushed again and nodded as Wendy removed her blouse, and unhooked her bra. The sight of her full breasts made me reach involuntarily for my cock, but Belinda shouted out, “No David!! No touching unless we say so!” I stopped but could feel my engorged penis pulsating as I gazed at Wendy’s pale breasts, clearly showing tanlines from her bikini and making her broad areolas seem even deeper pink in
colour.
“My turn”, giggled Jenny, and dropped her miniskirt, to reveal a lovely pair of pink satin knickers. “Mmm, a bit sticky in there I think!” she laughed, “Shall we take a look?” and she pulled her knickers down. She sat back in her chair and spread her legs, I was desperate to rub my cock but I did not want to annoy Belinda and just watched as Jenny parted her moist pussy lips.
“Now look at me!” ordered Belinda. As enticing as the others were, Belinda exerted a powerful sexual spell, I felt breathless as she ran her hands over the smooth black material of her skirt. “Get on the table and kneel right here in front of us, so we can see you masturbating closer”.
I did as she said and climbed onto the table, kneeled down in front of the three of them. Then Jenny and Wendy gathered round closer, but Belinda sat right in font of me, her hands on her lap. “Hold your cock, David”, she said firmly, “and squeeze it gently”. My cock felt so stiff in my hand, the urge to masturbate hard was almost overpowering, but I didn’t dare move my hand much. I hardly get any precum as a rule, but I was amazed to see a little trickle run down the shiny head of my cock.
“I think he’s ready, girls, don’t you?” murmured Belinda. I thought she meant I could cum, but Belinda must have noticed the look of relief on my flushed face, and said, “Oh no, not that yet, David, the girls want to help you a bit more first. Remember you have got to build up that pre-ejaculation tension before we let you spurt! Isn’t that what you like?” I didn’t know what to expect, but Wendy and Jenny climbed up on to the table beside me. Wendy’s perfumed breasts touched my cheek, and she whispered, “Hands behind back, that’s a good boy, David” As I did so I felt Jenny’s hand start to wank my dick gently, I looked down, but Belinda ordered me to keep my eyes on her. “O my goodness, you feel so swollen!” whispered Jenny, “Feel his balls Wendy, they look so tight and full!” Wendy started playing with my tight sac, my cock twitched and Jenny stopped instantly, as a tiny blob of milky semen appeared on my tip.
“Do be careful girls”, said Belinda, “Don’t let any more seep out!” They let go of my cock, which bobbed back and forth, I longed to grab it, one touch would have sent me spurting. Belinda started fingering the neck of her blouse, massaging her tits through the cotton. I’ll bet you’d like to ejaculate on my lovely black skirt, wouldn’t you?” she teased. I was too breathless to reply. “Not allowed, I’m afraid”, she went on. “We want to be able to see how much semen we can milk from you, remember?”
She winked towards Wendy who reached for a round silver tray that was behind me on he table and placed it between my splayed knees. “There we go, David, let’s see what we can make you do”. This time Jenny cupped my balls, while Wendy’s finely manicured fingers teased my pulsating member. Belinda moved closer to the table, staring right into my eyes, “Now, David, time to see if you’ve got enough spunk. Stroke him, Wendy. I felt a tremor going through my whole body, my cock tensed and tingled, “Oh I cant stop, Belinda, I gasped, please can I ejaculate?”
Belinda just smiled and I felt Wendy’s hand grip tighter and move faster. Belinda held the tray up as I splattered spurt after spurt of thick cream onto it. Wendy’s hand stopped and let go my twitching cock, but Jenny grabbed it and wanked it furiously, causing another spasm that produced a flow of runny milky fluid onto the tray. The girls giggled as I knelt there, exhausted.
“Well, David, I think you’ve done very well, there’s no need to be embarrassed, look at all that stuff you’ve ejaculated just for us. I think I’ll keep you in your job”, said Belinda, dabbing her finger in the pool of semen, then added, “But only on probation, we’ll review your case in a week’s time. Make sure you are well prepared...”