I’ve always loved giving blowjobs. There’s something about having a guy’s dick in my mouth that just makes me feel powerful.

Working in an office full of young, cocky men proved to be too tempting — after one very long late-night meeting I offered to relieve a bit of the tension.

My boss Jack was no stranger to the magic my mouth could work. His eyes lit up when I whispered that I wanted to offer my services to our overtaxed team members. After sitting me in a chair at the front of the room, Jack called for everyone’s attention.

“Gentlemen!” He waited until every eye was on us to continue. “We have a special treat for anyone looking to unwind. You’ve heard of spin the bottle. Well, tonight we have spin the Becca.”

Much to the delight of the rest of the men, Jack spun the office chair to illustrate his point. Hoots and hollers echoed around me, but their faces were all a blur. It was just as well — I wasn’t going to be able to see who I sucked anyway.

Jack continued to talk while I spun. “All we need to get started is a blindfold. Then I’ll spin the chair again and whoever is lucky enough to stand in front of my beautiful assistant will have the pleasure of fucking her mouth. And it is a pleasure, gentleman. I’ve fucked the pretty little pout many times, and I can attest that nothing makes me feel better after a long day’s work.”

Grabbing hold of the chair, Jack brought me to a stop in front of Bill from accounting. Bill stepped forward, loosening the knot of his tie as he walked. He didn’t stop until our legs touched, then he leaned forward and placed the thick strip of silk over my eyes, careful to block my vision entirely before tying it off at the back of my head.

After Bill stepped away they spun the chair again, making it impossible for me to know who would step forward next. No one grabbed the chair this time and it took several rotations before I slowed to a stop.

Someone shuffled forward and grabbed the collar of my shirt. Gripping the material, he tore the shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. I could hear them skitter across the conference-room floor, leaving behind physical evidence of our late-night debauchery. Large, rough hands scooped up my breasts and lifted them from the cups of my bra, exposing them to the cool office air.

My nipples beaded up, making me wish those hands would come back to give them a pinch. Instead, someone new stepped forward. His finger brushed my cheek as he swept a stray lock of hair away from my face. The gentle caress was my only clue that this was a different man than the one who disrobed me. His fingers were thinner and more delicate. Unlike the first man who acted rough and rushed, this one cradled my head in his hands as he slowly slid his dick between my parted lips.

He wasn’t exactly a mouthful, but that suited me just fine. I liked that I could swirl my tongue around his girth with ease, eliciting several hissing sighs from the mystery man I was sucking off. He pumped into me in quick little jerks, making his peach-fuzz-covered balls bounce softly off my chin. A twitch of his fingers was the only warning I received before hot come surged into my mouth.

His ejaculate was hot and thick. The salty-sweet liquid slid slowly toward the back of my mouth and dripped down my throat.

I hardly had a chance to swallow when he slid from my mouth on a groan and turned my chair to the right. Someone new grabbed me as I licked the last of the cream from my lips. This guy didn’t even touch my face. The only skin-to-skin contact made was mouth-to-dick, the tip of which pressed against my lips, wiggling in an effort to ease them apart.

Happy to oblige, I let my mouth fall open in welcome. This dick was longer and thicker than the last. The tip hit the very back of my throat and even without using my hands I could tell there was more to come.

Fine by me. I relaxed my throat, opening myself as wide as my body would allow.

That really got my new partner riled up. Fingers raked through my hair, tugging so hard my scalp began to sting. I didn’t mind — I liked the pain. It was a fun little reminder to let my partner take the lead, and boy, did he. His hands held my head steady while he drove into me with abandon, making the chair move with every thrust.

He pulled out so quickly my mouth remained agape. Confused, I leaned forward, searching for the dick that was in my mouth mere seconds before. Then hot spurts of liquid landed on my chest and neck, revealing the mystery man’s intentions.

“You wanna mark me?” I asked. “Let me help you.”

I placed my hands on my chest and spread his seed over my skin. Groans and gasps echoed around me. One guy to my right sounded particularly affected. Suddenly my chair swung in that direction, stopping so abruptly I nearly fell out of my seat.

I barely had a chance to part my lips before hot, sticky come squirted over them, seeping inside my mouth and coating my tongue. I let the liquid drip off me for a moment, making sure he was finished before licking my lips clean of the last of his juice.

Then a voice to my left growled, “It’s my turn.”

The chair whipped around again and I slid back in the seat. Before I could scoot to the edge of the chair, the tip of a dick breached my lips. This one had a large, flared head. It was thick and throbbing, forcing me to relax my jaw so I could take him in deep.

For a second, I considered how fun it was to map all the differences of each partner’s dick using my mouth, then my partner pounded into my mouth so hard it erased all rational thought from my brain.

The guy who’d fucked my mouth mere moments before had nothing on this man. He didn’t grab hold of my body because he didn’t have to — his hands were already gripping the back of my chair. Rather than move his hips against me, he rolled the chair forward and backward, using its wheels to slide my mouth along his shaft. When that wasn’t enough, he climbed onto the chair with me, placing his knees on either side of my thighs.

Keeping his hands planted firmly on the back of my chair for balance, he drove his dick into my mouth hard and fast. My eyes teared up, wetting the silk tie so that it stuck to my skin.

Tilting my head back on a groan, I leaned back as far as I could to give his shaft ample room to move in my mouth and throat. I was plastered against the back of the chair now, completely immobile with nowhere left to go. Still, he drove into me, massaging the inside of my cheeks as he pumped his girthy shaft in and out of my mouth.

When the rough rider came, I thought the chair would fall backward. His final thrust was so powerful it knocked my head back against the seat again, nearly sending us flying onto the floor.

Fortunately, someone stepped in and stopped us. I could feel the hard resistance of someone gripping the back of the chair, making certain we remained upright as my partner heaved and panted over me.

Only after my partner crawled from my lap did I feel the person keeping us steady release his grip on the chair. I braced myself and prepared to be spun again, but this time my seat remained firmly in place. Instead, I could feel the man moving from behind me and stepping to the front of the chair.

Knowing the drill, I allowed my jaw to drop, welcoming him inside. For the first time that evening, I knew exactly who was moving inside my mouth. The crown had barely passed between my parted lips when I realized that my boss was taking his turn. Jack and I have indulged in carnal stress relief together for a number of years — even blindfolded I could identify his dick with a simple swirl of my tongue.

Not being able to speak, what with my mouth being full and all, I did the only thing I could think of to let Jack know I recognized him. You see, Jack really loves it when I hum while I blow him. After several years of hooking up between meetings, we even had a favorite song. With that in mind, I swirled my tongue over Jack, licking him thoroughly from base to tip. Once his cock was nice and slick with my saliva, I hummed the first few bars of his favorite song.

Groaning, Jack paused, taking a moment to simply absorb the subtle vibration I made with my mouth. By the time I reached the second verse he was moving again, but this time his rhythm matched my own. Long notes were marked with slow, even strokes, while faster, more staccato sections yielded a fast and powerful series of pumps.

We followed that same pattern for a while — me humming his favorite tune while Jack expertly matched my rhythm. I’d thoroughly enjoyed blowing our entire team that evening, but there was something nice about ending with a familiar fuck. I know what makes Jack tick and what way to move my tongue over him to bring him to his knees.

Hot, thick come poured into my mouth as I hummed the final chorus. I swallowed what I could, then licked the rest off his dick, swirling my tongue around him like a popsicle in danger of melting.

Once the last drop of come slid down the back of my throat, Jack slid his erection from my mouth and removed my blindfold. I looked down at my chest and torso, smiling to see that my body glistened from all of the semen spread across my skin.

Not bothering to wipe any of it off, I got dressed and bid my coworkers a good night, absorbing the looks of admiration I received as I walked out the door. Though most probably assumed I was headed home for a shower, that couldn’t be further from the truth. No, I planned to pleasure myself thoroughly, allowing the feel of their dry come on my skin to fuel my fantasies.