Last week, I had a late-afternoon meeting with two male coworkers who always show me extra attention. When there was a lull in our conversation, I felt their eyes boring into me. I knew they wanted to fuck me — they’d both openly admitted it. But, honestly, I don’t know what came over me when I impulsively blurted out: “I know you guys have been taking bets on who will screw me first.”

Not even trying to appear sheepish, James shrugged and said, “OK, then settle it for us. Who would you prefer to fuck?”

Without warning, my inner vixen came surging to the forefront, and I told them, “I’m not interested in sex with only one partner.”

Bill nearly choked on his coffee.

“Excuse me?” he sputtered.

“You heard me. Separately, you do nothing for me, but together? I think that could be some really great fun.”

“Tom’s never going to believe this,” James muttered.

“Then bring him in, too. The more, the merrier.”

“Are you s-s-serious?” Bill stammered.

“Of course, I am. Go on,” I goaded. “Get Tom in here.”

James practically threw himself across the conference table to take hold of the phone. He fumbled with the receiver a few times before finally getting a good grip on it. His meaty finger stabbed out the numbers for Tom’s extension, attacking each key like it had threatened to bite him.

“Tom,” he shouted down the line. “It’s happening. Get in the conference room. Now!”

Clearly, the boys had discussed a situation similar to the one I’d just proposed. It felt good to know I was about to make their wildest dream become reality.

Tom arrived in the conference room a few minutes later. By then, Bill, James and I had already moved onto the floor to make ourselves more comfortable.

“Lock the door, Tom,” I called out. “This is a closed meeting.”

The door clicked shut, then Tom rounded the corner of the conference table and gasped so loud I thought he might have swallowed his tongue. The scene playing out before him was remarkable, to be sure. I was kneeling on the floor, out of sight of the conference room’s small glass window. Bill and James were on all fours. One man crouched at my front, his tongue delicately lapping at my clit, while the other stationed himself at my backside, using his lips, fingers and tongue to stimulate my sensitive back hole.

I looked up at Tom and asked, “What are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“I do. I just — ”

His words died on his lips.

“You just what? You didn’t think you’d have to share me with your fantasy sports buddies?” I shrugged, “I can’t help craving variety.”

Tom ducked down and tucked himself out of sight with the rest of us. He loosened his tie and popped open the buttons securing his shirt cuffs. After he rolled the sleeves up, revealing muscular forearms dusted with golden blonde hair, he cautiously asked, “Can I touch your breasts, Linda?”

His nervousness made him all the more endearing.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I told him.

Tom tentatively reached toward my tits. Growing more confident, he scooped my breasts into his hands. The look of disbelief had faded from his face. In its place was a dark, brooding energy that told me Tom would be one hell of a lover.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, content to surrender myself to the tendrils of lust that took me prisoner. Each man played his part beautifully. James always had a bit of a mouth on him, and I was delighted to learn he could use it to great effect on my slit. Bill’s a brown-noser, and he, too, showed that talent could come in awful handy while tending to my backdoor. And Tom is our office’s official Mister Fix-It. As it turned out, he’s good with his hands in more ways than one!

Within minutes, my first orgasm of the afternoon washed over me, drowning me in pleasure. My legs gave out and my body began to sag, but the three strapping men managed to keep me upright.

Of course, that also meant I surrendered control of the situation. In my post-orgasmic stupor, I hardly noticed my paramours had shifted positions.

As I continued to kneel, Tom reclined on the floor beneath me so my thighs straddled his face.

“Lay it on me, princess,” he said. Then he curled his fingers into my thighs and pulled me down onto his mouth.

Then Bill positioned himself in front of me, opened his slacks and brought his cock to my lips.

“I’ve told you to suck my dick about a thousand times. Now you’re actually gonna do it,” he growled.

His cock was already hard. Just as I took him between my lips, Tom’s tongue made me groan and the vibrations rumbled around Bill’s throbbing erection.

“Oh fuck,” Bill groaned.

He moved his hips faster, thrusting into my mouth at breakneck speed.

While Bill was busy seeing how much of his dick he could make me swallow, James took hold of me from behind. His arms snaked around my torso, skimming up my abdomen until my breasts filled his palms. He rested his head on my shoulder and brushed his lips over my ear as he whispered, “Tom was right, you do have the most incredible breasts.”

I didn’t remember Tom complimenting my breasts that afternoon. They must have had that conversation without me. Tom’s tongue was already pushing me to the brink again. This time, I knew my orgasm would be long, hard and wet. I already felt the pressure building and threatening to burst at any moment.

James massaged my breasts for a bit, cupping and squeezing and toying with my nipples.

At the same time, Tom eased two fingers into my pussy. He sealed his lips around my clit, sucking the sensitive little bud into his mouth. While his fingers probed my G-spot, Tom’s tongue lavished my clit with attention.

Good job, Tom!I thought.

I’d have shouted out my praise, but that was impossible to do with Bill’s dick filling my mouth. His salty pre-come coated my tongue, making my mouth water for his cream. That lubed his dick further, enabling him to slide in and out of my mouth at lightning speed.

Bill grunted. He grabbed hold of my head to keep me steady so he could pound my mouth at his own pace. I knew he was seconds from exploding down my throat, but I was too distracted by the magic Tom was working between my legs. Jaw, chin, lips, teeth and tongue — Tom used every tool in his box to turn me on.

Bill suddenly growled a final warning before pouring hot come down my throat. Then he backed away, breaking the seal that was holding back his seed. His load dripped from my lips when I opened my mouth. Thick, white liquid ran down my neck and chest in rivulets, trickling into my cleavage.

James’ wandering hands then spread the goo all over my tits as he rubbed my nipples and breasts.

Meanwhile, persistent poking at my backside told me James was still feeling pretty horny. So I broke free from Tom’s mouth and got myself on all fours, offering up my pussy.

While I waited for James to sink his dick inside me, I told Tom to open his trousers. He’d gone commando that day, and as soon as he tugged down his pants, his erection sprang free.

That was certainly convenient.

I swirled my tongue around the sloped crown of his dick, teasing him the tiniest bit before I sucked his cock into my mouth.

That’s when I felt James’ dick rub against my slit so he could glaze himself with my juices. Once he was satisfied with his level of wetness, he plunged inside me.

James fucked like a champion. Speed, rhythm, force, every element of his performance was spot on. I was already on the edge when he reached around and massaged my clit. At that point, I saw stars.

My fingers flexed, causing my nails to scrape over the rough carpet. My head still bobbed on Tom’s erect dick, but I couldn’t control my movements quite like I did before.

Tom didn’t seem to care. While I was busy moaning through my own orgasm, with his dick still firmly inside my mouth, he was falling apart, too. Before long, Tom became the second man of the day to unload in my mouth.

Would he be the last? I couldn’t say for sure. There were still a few more hours left in the day, after all.