The boss groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, and she felt a rush of wetness between her own legs. Rachel’s hand slid down to cup her cheek, her thumb stroking gently as she whispered words of encouragement. “That’s it,” she murmured, “just like that.” Samantha and Lucy watched with rapt attention, their own breaths coming in short gasps, their eyes glazed with desire. They had formed a tight semi-circle around her, their bodies a tableau of want and need, and she could feel their heat, their collective energy pulsing through the air.
As she sucked, Rachel’s hand slid down to her throat, her thumb pressing lightly against the spot where her pulse thrummed. The pressure grew, the boss’s hips bucking slightly with each beat, and she realized he was timing his thrusts to her heartbeat. It was strange and erotic, a dance of power and submission that made her feel alive in a way she had never felt before. Rachel’s other hand found her breast, her thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple hard, the pain a sharp contrast to the soft suction of her mouth.
The boss’s breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking with each deep suck. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, the veins in his cock standing out like a map of pleasure. Rachel’s hand on her throat tightened, and she knew he was close. The room was spinning, her vision blurring with the effort of keeping her mouth full, her throat open. And then, with a strangled cry, he was coming, hot and thick, filling her mouth with his cum. She swallowed, her eyes watering, and looked up to find Rachel’s eyes gleaming with approval. “Good girl,” she said, and the praise sent another shiver through her.
The boss stepped back, zipping up his pants with a satisfied smile. “Welcome to the club,” he said, his voice gruff with lust. Rachel patted her on the head, the gesture almost tender, and Lucy leaned in to kiss her, her mouth tasting faintly of Peggy’s own arousal. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the reality of what had just transpired settled over them. The boss took his place at the head of the table, his gaze still on her, and the meeting began. Rachel whispered something about a surprise waiting for her after work, something that would make her scream louder than she ever had before.
Peggy’s mind raced, trying to keep up with the sudden shift from the erotic to the mundane. But as the meeting droned on, she found herself unable to focus, her thoughts drifting back to the feeling of the boss’s cock in her mouth, the way Rachel’s hand had felt on her throat, the wetness of Lucy’s kiss. She knew she was in over her head, but she also knew she wanted more. And as the minutes ticked by, she felt a strange sense of excitement building, a anticipation that had nothing to do with work and everything to do with the secret club she had just joined.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of spreadsheets and emails, but her mind was never truly on her work. It was on the club, on the promise of what would come next. When the clock finally struck five, Rachel’s hand on her shoulder was a brand, a claim of ownership that sent a thrill through her. She followed Rachel and the others to a hidden room, her heart hammering in her chest. Inside, she found a space that looked more like a boudoir than an office, with velvet couches and dim lights.
The girls were already undressed, their bodies a canvas of curves and soft skin. Rachel handed her a blindfold and a set of earplugs. “The boss likes a surprise,” she whispered, her breath warm against Peggy’s ear. “And you need to be ready for anything.” Peggy’s hands trembled as she put on the blindfold and earplugs, the office sounds muffled to almost nothingness. Rachel led her to a plush chair in the center of the room, and she could feel the leather cool against her bare skin as she sat down.
The first sensation was Rachel’s mouth on hers, hot and demanding, her tongue probing and teasing. Then she felt hands, soft and gentle, moving over her body, exploring her curves, her nipples tightening into hard peaks at the touch. Rachel’s voice, muffled through the plugs, whispered instructions that she couldn’t quite make out, but the tone was clear enough: submit, let go, enjoy.
Suddenly, the chair was gone, and she was on her knees, Rachel’s hand guiding her to the floor. The rug beneath her was soft, the fibers tickling her skin as she felt the boss’s hands replace Rachel’s. He was naked, and she could feel the heat of his body, smell the musk of his arousal. Rachel’s hands were still there, guiding her, but now they were joined by Samantha’s and Lucy’s, their hands moving in unison, caressing and stroking, a silent symphony of pleasure.
The boss’s cock was in her mouth again, but this time, it was for real. She took him deep, her throat stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling around the head as Rachel’s had taught her. He was thick and hard, and she could feel his excitement building, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Rachel’s hand was back on her throat, guiding her, and she felt the power in her submission, the thrill of being the center of their attention.
The room was a cacophony of muffled sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of kisses and licks. Rachel’s hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with the boss’s thrusts. Lucy’s mouth was on her breasts, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, while Samantha’s hand slid down her back, her nails digging in just hard enough to make her gasp. The pleasure was a crescendo, building and building until she thought she would break.
And then Rachel’s hand was gone, and she was being pushed forward onto her hands and knees. The rug was rough against her palms, but she barely registered it as she felt the boss’s cock push into her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming, the reality of what was happening making her head spin. Rachel’s voice was in her ear, her breath hot and sweet. “Take it, Peggy. Take it all.”
The boss’s strokes were deep and sure, his hands gripping her hips as he moved. Rachel’s fingers found her clit again, her other hand sliding into her hair, pulling it just hard enough to make her moan. The room was a blur of sensation, the only things clear the feeling of his cock inside her and the hands of the other women on her body, touching and stroking her until she was lost in a sea of pleasure….
The climax hit her like a wave, her body shuddering and convulsing around the boss’s cock. She could feel Rachel’s fingers inside her, filling her, and the wetness of Lucy’s mouth on her ass. And then the boss was coming, his seed spurting into her, his grip tightening until she thought she might break. But she didn’t care, she was lost in the moment, a willing participant in their sordid game.