Loading...A sound outside her office window caused Cindy to jerk her head up. She had been staring blindly at her fingers resting on the black computer keyboard. They weren’t moving, but her mind was a blur of thoughts…mostly bad ones. Cindy was temporarily relieved to be back in the real world instead of the illusory place in her head.
She wasn’t even sure how long she had been lost in her thoughts. She was only glad that her fears of unemployment, relocation and financial suffering were still just fears and not reality. Not yet, anyway.
Cindy’s office was a reflection of herself—conservative and practical. Nothing was out of place; everything had a purpose. The pictures on the walls were not personal, yet Cindy could have been in each nature scene and looked perfectly at home. Her desk was neat and organized.
Friends who visited Cindy at work always told her it didn’t look like the office of a young marketing coordinator. They expected ideas and plans splattered on the walls in the form of post-it notes and flip chart paper. They expected mayhem. Instead, they got introspection.
On this day, Cindy was contemplating the company’s future and, thus, her own future. Things weren’t looking good. Like most employees she only heard rumors. Most of the rumors were typically of the doomsday variety. She tried to convince herself things couldn’t be as bad as most people in the company seemed to believe. But, how did she know?
The chime of Cindy’s Outlook calendar reminder once again brought her back to the present. She had a meeting with the Vice President of Public Relations in fifteen minutes. Tom Cline was her boss’ boss. She didn’t meet with him often, especially alone. Cindy wasn’t necessarily afraid of the meeting, just curious. The only agenda item listed was Department Goals.
She figured she had just enough time to get to the rest room, fix her hair and get ready for the meeting. She grabbed her purse on the way out and spent the next five minutes brushing her short blonde hair, applying simple makeup and checking the lines of her blouse and skirt. Cindy had remembered the appointment in the morning when she dressed and purposely selected an outfit that was somewhat professional, yet feminine. The blouse hung a little farther open than most and the skirt was perhaps a little tighter and shorter than she liked. But this was a VP.
Cindy was still single at 28, a fact that astonished her coworkers who all agreed she was pretty—bordering on gorgeous—with a great body. She never flaunted her looks and that made her popular even among the other women in the company. Guys stumbled over each other for dates with her, but she rarely gave in. When she did, she made it clear she was not in favor of long-term relationships at work. Cindy was mature beyond her years in many things…very naïve in others.
After returning to her office to pick up her briefcase, Cindy headed for Mr. Cline’s office. She was as much curious as she was nervous about the meeting. She was glad that soon her anxiety would be over and she’d have an answer.
Cindy paused for a second outside Tom Cline’s office, then gently knocked on the door.
“Come on in,” Cindy heard Mr. Cline say in his deep, pleasant voice.
She opened the door and walked in with a nervous smile on her face. Immediately, she noticed her boss Paul Richards sitting on a couch at one end of the office.
“Hi, Cindy,” he said.
“Hi, Paul.” She turned towards the huge desk at the opposite side of the office. “Hello, Mr. Cline.”
“Come in, Cindy. Close the door,” he replied. “And how many times have I told you it’s OK to call me Tom?”
After pushing the door closed and facing the VP again, Cindy blushed and said, “OK. Tom.”
“Sit down.” Tom was standing behind his desk and motioned to a plush chair between his desk and the couch. It was situated in such a way that Cindy could easily see both Tom and Paul with a slight turn of her head when seated.
“Thank you,” she said. Cindy crossed her legs and pulled down on her skirt as inconspicuously as possible. It didn’t prevent both men from taking a good, long look at her well-sculptured legs.
“Cindy, no one probably needs to tell you that financial times are tough,” Tom began while sitting down. “This company is no different. We are just now beginning to see the signs of reduced sales, revenue and profits.”
Cindy looked at him earnestly and nodded.
Tom fiddled with a pen on the desk, spinning it between his fingers. “Nobody sees an end in sight. So…everybody…all companies are being forced to look at their organizations to see where costs can be cut. The last thing we want to do is lose any of our fine staff members. Especially in the marketing area, which will eventually be so important in regaining the customers we might lose in this recession.”
Cindy didn’t like the way the conversation was starting. She tried not to look nervous or weak in front of her bosses, but Tom’s words were beginning to scare her.
“A small group of VP’s and Directors have studied the organizational chart and are in the process of preparing a report to the CEO on our recommendations for cost-cutting,” Tom said. “Obviously, Paul and I will be the ones looking at Marketing. Now, as you know Cindy, it’s not a huge department to begin with. So the options are fairly limited.”
Cindy nodded.
“It would be simple to recommend that the newest employees be considered for layoffs. But I don’t think that’s how you should run a company,” Tom said, staring directly at Cindy. He leaned forward in his chair slightly. “I believe the best employees should be retained no matter when they were hired.”
All Cindy could think of was the word ‘layoff’ she heard a second ago. ‘Damn,’ she thought to herself.
“Commitment to the company and a willingness to go the extra mile are imperative in these tight times. We’re all going to have to make some sacrifices,” Tom said, relaxing a little and leaning back into his chair.
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” Cindy said during the pause, not sure if it was the right time to jump in or not.
“Great. Perfect,” Tom said. “Paul and I don’t take our task lightly and we want to make absolutely certain that we make the right decision in the end.”
He paused for several seconds, which seemed like minutes to Cindy. Tom looked down at the pen, twirled it on the desktop, then looked back at Cindy.
“Cindy, we don’t want to have to lay you off. Paul and I want you to have every possible opportunity to show us that you want to stay with the company and be a valuable contributor,” Tom said.
“Like I said, I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” Cindy repeated.
Tom tried not to stare at her, certain that a persistent gaze would give away his thoughts. “We may very well have to decide between you and another staff member, Cindy. We will need to be absolutely confident that your dedication to the company is steadfast.”
“OK,” she replied, not wanting to say again, for the third time, how she felt. She crossed her legs in the opposite direction, more out of nervousness than discomfort. She saw Tom and Paul exchange a quick glance, as if Tom was looking for Paul’s reaction to something.
“Cindy, stand up for me please,” Tom said.
The words took the young woman by surprise, but she obeyed. Cindy smoothed out her skirt as soon as she was on her feet. She saw Tom’s tongue barely slide across his lips as he gazed at her. Then he said, “Take off your blouse.”
Cindy’s eyes widened. “Hey. That’s not…I don’t…”
Tom sat emotionless in his chair. Paul slouched in the corner of the couch as if watching TV at home. Cindy’s mind spun from the myriad of thoughts going through her head. Should I just leave? Is it the end of my career with the company if I do? What happens if I stay?
“I really don’t think this is necessary,” Cindy managed to say in an unsteady voice.
“You can make this a very easy decision for us, Cindy…one way or another,” Tom said.
That answered her questions, Cindy decided. She now knew keeping her job most likely hinged on her staying. But where would this lead?
She surprised herself by slowly raising her hands to the top button of her blouse. Cindy looked directly at Tom while she opened it. That one was easy. The next one was directly in line with the bottom of her breasts and she knew it would expose a good portion of them. She gradually got it open without any change, whatsoever, in Tom’s expression. Cindy was too nervous to look at Paul.
One more button brought her to the point where she’d have to untuck the blouse to fully open it. Cindy glanced down, pulled the blouse up until she could see another button, then slowly undid it. There was one more. She decided to finish the job and then reconsider her options.
Cindy stood with the blouse completely untucked and hanging open. Her full breasts peeked out from under the sheer material, the center of her lacy black bra clearly visible. When she hesitated, Tom said, “Take it off, Cindy.”
The tone of his voice was almost comforting, as if removing the blouse was inevitable and everything was going to be alright. In the back of her mind, Cindy played with the thought that this was all he wanted.
The young woman lightly pulled on the blouse, slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall down her arms. A second later she held it in one hand. The men’s eyes were instantly all over her upper body, from the smooth curve of her shoulders to the gentle rise of her breasts and down to her flat stomach.
“Put it down, Cindy,” Tom told her. “And turn around.”
Cindy laid the blouse on her chair, then deliberately turned to face Paul. Her look was one of confidence, but underneath fear was swelling. She swiveled back around to face Tom.
“Your very beautiful, Cindy. Now the skirt,” Tom said.
Cindy’s heart sank and she felt a knot in her stomach. If she continued there would likely be no turning back. If she put a stop to it there would likely be no more paychecks.
Cindy instinctively reached down and pushed off one shoe, then the other. After a deep breath and a slight pause, she pulled down the zipper at the side of her skirt. When she was unbuttoning her blouse, Cindy had time to think—even compose herself. Now, she was one motion away from undressing down to her underwear in front of her two bosses.
Maybe it was good, then, that all she had to do was let go of the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Cindy defiantly kicked the garment aside and stood in the middle of the room. Tom and Paul stared at the little black panties that hid Cindy’s pussy and ass from their view. Only now did they fully appreciate the beauty of her body.
Paul fidgeted on the couch, attempting to discreetly relieve the pressure around his hardening cock. Tom also felt the familiar ache. And he was the only one among them who knew what was coming.
“These are extraordinary times we are facing, Cindy. They will call for extraordinary measures,” Tom said, his eyes scanning her entire body. “We need total commitment from everybody in the company.”
Damn it. He wants me naked, Cindy thought to herself. Just get it over with and move on.
“Are you ready to show that dedication, Cindy?”
Oh, fuck..
Cindy reached behind her back and nervously managed to unhook her bra in the first attempt. At the same time, Paul lifted the front of his pants and let his cock finally stretch up towards his belt, not caring who might see him. Cindy pressed the bra against her breasts for a moment, then tugged on the straps and let the bra fall forward.
She stood with the bra hanging at her side, making no attempt to hide her firm breasts. Her upturned nipples swelled in the cool air and, perhaps, from the inevitable stimulation she felt being so exposed to the two men.
Cindy tossed the bra onto the chair. She knew it was useless to wait for Tom to say anything else. All three people in the room knew what had to happen next.
She turned to face Tom, her ass pointed at Paul. Cindy put her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and began to push them down. She bent over at the waist to take the panties off her legs…as quickly as she possibly could without losing her balance.
Tom gazed at her luscious breasts as they hung in front of him. Paul repositioned his cock as he stared at her ass and pussy. Then Cindy was standing up again, her legs tightly held together.
“Turn around. Slowly,” Tom said.
The men made no attempts to hide their fascination with Cindy’s incredible, young, naked body. There were no flaws to be found. And they looked everywhere.
When Cindy completed her unhurried circle, Tom pushed his chair back and stood up. He began walking around his desk towards her and Cindy could not fail to notice the bulge in his pants. Tom stopped just inches in front of her.
“Very well done, Cindy. Your commitment so far has been exemplary,” he said, running his fingers down her blonde hair and onto her bare shoulder.
So far?
“But I think you’ve made Paul a little uncomfortable.”
Tom and Cindy glanced over at Paul. Like Tom, Paul’s pants could not conceal his erection.
Tom continued: “I think one last act of loyalty would convince us that you are too valuable to let go. Don’t you agree, Paul?”
“I don’t think that’s too much to ask,” he replied.
Cindy couldn’t hold back any more. “This is unfair, demeaning, and…and probably illegal,” she stated, fighting back tears as she spoke.
Tom ran his fingers over the top of Cindy’s left breast, letting them slide down to her bright pink nipple. “Paul, how valuable is Stephanie Rogers to you?”
“Oh, it would be a major loss if we let her go,” Paul said of the other young marketing specialist he supervised.
Tom squeezed Cindy’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Cindy cringed at the reaction it caused between her legs. She also winced at the mere name of her least favorite co-worker, a woman who she knew would do anything to make her bosses happy. Yet, here was Cindy, naked before them and submitting to every demand…so far.
“So, it might come down to those two,” Tom said.
“I’m afraid so,” Paul agreed.
They HAVE to know how I feel about her, Cindy thought. Damn it.
The men watched Cindy as she processed the situation. Both nipples now stood out prominently from Tom’s ministrations. She looked like a goddess in her nudity.
“What do you want?” Cindy finally asked.
“I think you should take out Paul’s cock and give him some relief. You can decide for yourself how to relieve him,” Tom said.
Fine. I’ll give him the quickest blowjob he ever had and get out of here, she said to herself.
Cindy walked over to the couch and looked down at her boss. Paul sat with his legs slightly parted, waiting for her next move. Cindy sank to her knees and unbuckled his belt. It only took her a few seconds to get the pants open and the zipper down. Paul’s erection was plainly visible inside his boxers. Cindy reached for the opening in front, found the stiff shaft and pulled it out.
Tom watched from behind Cindy as she handled Paul’s cock. He looked at her small, round ass as she kneeled by the couch. His own erection grew even harder at the sight.
Cindy pushed down on Paul’s boxers, put her right hand around the base of his cock and began to lower her head. Paul watched her blonde hair fall into his lap and her breasts hang freely in front of him. Then her lips parted and the head of his cock disappeared into her mouth.
Cindy licked pre-cum from the tip before allowing herself to take in the rest of him. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft as Paul’s cock made its first trip between her lips. Paul sat back on the couch and prepared himself for the most pleasurable few moments of his life.
Cindy wasted no time getting to work. Her head frantically bobbed up and down on the cock. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic blowjob he’d ever had, but Paul was definitely not going to complain. Cindy’s mouth was warm and wet and tight.
Tom watched quietly at first, then gave in to temptation and moved directly behind Cindy. She didn’t even know he was there until she felt his hands on her ass. Tom was on his knees feeling the soft skin of her thighs. Then his fingers slid back up along the crack of her ass and around her hips.
Paul watched as Tom moved his hands along Cindy’s side until they reached her breasts. Tom cupped the two hanging tits in his palms before concentrating, once again, on Cindy’s nipples. She couldn’t suppress a moan as Tom pinched and pulled the nipples. Paul felt the pressure of her lips on his cock increase.
Cindy felt her breasts being kneaded by Tom’s big hands, sending jolts clear to her pussy. She scolded herself for allowing the erect cock in her mouth and the hands on her breasts to arouse her. Then the hands were gone and her mind returned to Paul’s cock.
Cindy heard rustling behind her, but paid little attention until Tom’s hands were back on her waist. A second later she felt the undeniable presence of a hard cock on top of her ass. Now, for the first time, she felt totally vulnerable. The situation was out of control, with no going back.
Tom moved his hand under Cindy’s ass and directly onto her pussy. Instantly, he found the entrance he was looking for. She felt a finger enter her. It leisurely probed her, reaching deep inside and along the wet walls.
“Cindy! You’re soaking wet,” Tom said derisively. “Are you enjoying this?”
She lifted her head just long enough to mutter, “No!”
But Tom put his free hand back on her breast and squeezed the nipple. She immediately stiffened and Tom felt her pussy tighten around his finger. After a couple more strokes, he withdrew the finger and ran it over her clit. A shudder rolled through Cindy’s entire body and she could not stifle another moan.
“Ahhh, I think you’re lying to me. Your body is saying something else,” Tom said as he moved so that his cock could slide down Cindy’s ass and closer to her pussy.
Tom took his cock in one hand and guided it over Cindy’s clit, using it as a real-life dildo. He applied more pressure, at the same time squeezing Cindy’s entire tit in his other hand.
Cindy raised her hips trying to avoid the indisputable pleasure she felt. Tom’s weight didn’t allow her to escape entirely, however. He continued to rub her clit with his cock, feeling the cool flesh of her exposed ass against his stomach.
Cindy clamped down harder on Paul’s cock in an attempt to keep her moans to herself. She was no longer holding the cock with one hand, at some point deciding she wanted the entire thing available for sucking. Cindy realized with each passing minute that she was losing her willingness to fight.
“What is it you want, Cindy? Tell me,” Tom said.
Don’t answer. Don’t give in, she told herself.
“C’mon, Cindy. Tell me. What do you want?”
Don’t do it.
Tom’s cock was rock hard. The head was huge from stimulation and he had it right at the entrance to her pussy. Cindy felt it separate the skin as it prepared to enter her.
“Say it, Cindy!”
Tom’s hand rubbed her clit. Cindy thought she was going to explode as her nipple rolled between his fingers. She pulled her head back.
“OK. Yes. Yes, please,” she whimpered.
“Say it!”
“Please fuck me! Please!”
Tom drove his cock into her in one swift, sudden movement. Cindy’s head fell back down onto Paul’s cock as she cried out in pain and pleasure. She sucked it harder to hold back the remaining squeals of delight that were inside her. Tom was as hard and thick as any man she’d ever had. And with the attention he had paid to her body beforehand, it wouldn’t be long before she knew she’d have to cum.
It was no longer a case of whether she could hold out longer than the men. She WANTED to cum. She hated to give them the satisfaction, but she had to cum.
Paul heard the smacking of Tom’s body against Cindy’s ass as they fucked. He heard the sounds of her mouth on his cock. As much as he wanted this to last forever, his cock was telling him something different. He was about to cum.
“Oh, God. Yes! Cindy, yes,” he said.
She felt his legs tighten. Paul lifted his ass off the couch and drove his cock even deeper down her throat. Cindy returned a hand to the base of his cock and began stroking him.
“Yes. Yesssss! Now!”
The first blast of Paul’s cum hit the back of Cindy’s throat like a shot. Immediately, a second and thirst string of warm cum poured from his cock. Cindy swallowed the best she could, but by the time Paul was almost done, cum streamed down her chin. She fondled his cock long after Paul thought he couldn’t cum any more, producing a couple more small pools of semen on her tongue.
Paul gripped the back of Cindy’s head, forcing her to finish him off until it hurt. Finally, he pulled out. Paul’s orgasm excited Cindy enough that she, too, cried out.
“Harder, Tom. Fuck me harder!”
It wasn’t until the words were out of her mouth that she realized what she was saying…and to whom. Tom eagerly complied and Cindy threw her body on top of Paul’s just as her orgasm began. Paul played with Cindy’s breasts as she came over and over again.
Tom clutched at the beautiful woman’s waist as he thrust his cock into her wet pussy harder and harder. She begged him not to stop when she felt the first gush of his cum pouring into her pussy. Tom slapped his body against her ass with each plunge of his cock. He felt her grip his cock with her muscles, squeezing every last drop out of him.
When he pulled out, Cindy collapsed on top of Paul.
“Wow,” Tom said. “I’d say you gave us plenty to consider when we make our final decision, Cindy.”
The young woman wiped the last of Paul’s cum from her face. “If Stephanie makes a better offer, let me know. We can negotiate,” Cindy said.
“It’s a deal,” Tom said with a smile.