The Assisted Wellness Initiative Ch. 02

"No, it's my fault for not closing the door immediately," Allison managed to stammer. "You deserve your privacy during your... break."

Yvonne smiled and started to gently shift the bottomed-out dildo from side to side in her nether hole. "Anyway, mon amie... Do you mind?" she asked politely.

"Mind...? Oh! Sorry!" Allison replied, blushing even deeper. She grabbed the door and began closing it.

"Merci beaucoup, Allison!" she replied. Before the stall's door could close, Allison was treated to the sight of Yvonne removing the dildo from her back hole with a slurp and returning it to her mouth. Yvonne's right hand freed her tit, balled up into a fist and slipped back into her swollen cunt. Allison paused for a few seconds to enjoy the sight of her friend deepthroating the thick dildo while her lips sucked her own ass juices off the thick toy again. Finally, she closed the door and gave it a soft push to relatch its lock.

Shaking herself, Allison was relieved to see a stall door unlatch and open three doors down. An attractive, disheveled blonde woman in her mid-30's stumbled out. The two women smiled knowingly to each other as Allison moved past her to occupy the stall. Watching the blonde gingerly walk away, Allison smiled to herself as the woman quickly reached around and pressed on the outside of her skirt, between her cheeks. She was obviously repositioning a plug or other toy that had threatened to slip out.

Moving inside, closing and latching the door, Allison quickly removed her dark blue skirt, panties, and her white silk blouse, hanging them on the back of the stall's door. Like most modern bathroom stalls, these were fairly spacious. The whole area was about 5' wide and maybe a little 5' 6" long. So, there was plenty of room for Allison to undress without feeling cramped. From her purse, she retrieved her favorite purple dildo. The toy was slightly shorter and thinner than Yvonne's had been but not by much. Taking a seat on the toilet, she leaned back onto the reclined and padded tank, and propped her legs up on either side of the stall's door, where waiting footrests were mounted. Watching Yvonne's antics had put her in the mood for some sloppy ass-to-mouth action. With her right hand, she lined up the head of the pleasantly thick dildo against her gushing cunt and slipped it in effortlessly, while her left hand hauled her tits out of her bra and began to lightly twist and pinch her already painfully hard nipples. After a few thrusts to lube up the dildo, Allison slipped it out and dropped it down to line up with her asshole. There was a lubricant dispenser located next to the toilet paper on the stall's wall, but she was in the mood for something a little rougher. Her back hole was still slightly sore from the pounding Keith had given her that morning, and her masturbation session in the shower afterwards. But then again, her butt had basically been continuously sore since she had become sexually active as a teenager. Despite decades of anal experience, she still had to push out slightly and groan as the tool's head slipped past her well-worn sphincter and began its familiar trek into the depths of her bowels. Allison moaned loudly as the dildo bottomed out and she began thrusting it forcefully back and forth. Without mental thought, her free hand found her empty and still wet pussy, and quickly sunk itself in until her nether lips were wrapped around her wrist. After a minute or so of working her holes, she slowly withdrew the dildo and brought it up to her face. She could see her ass juices coating its considerable girth and licked her lips in anticipation of the acidic taste to come. Without a second though, she tilted her head back and sunk the dildo down her talented throat and began sucking it clean just as Yvonne had done. She thought of the black woman as she worked over her cunt with her fist. This was actually a game they had played quite often back in college: sucking dildos clean from each other's asses. Actually, that had been a very popular activity in her sorority.

Eventually, she returned the dildo to her needy ass and buried it to the hilt in a single thrust. She cried out slightly at that, as her asshole wasn't quite that opened up yet. Oh, you will be! Allison silently scolded her nether hole as she pounded it mercilessly. You. Will. Be... She knew she had to be quick if she wanted to work a few meaningful orgasms out of her bottom before the meeting.

The Announcement

"Alright, please find a seat everyone. We'll be starting in a few minutes," Yvonne said sternly in her long since perfected 'I'm the HR director and I will fucking fire your ass if you defy me!' voice. The black woman looked every bit the composed and professional HR director her title personified, and nothing like the moaning ass slut Allison knew her to be. "Let's go, people. We have a lot to cover this morning, and I want to get everyone out of here as quickly as I can so you all can get back to work." Yvonne then planted her hands on her shapely hips and patiently waited for her request/command to be obeyed. A good portion of the local corporate branch was present, and those who were not present were supposed to be attending remotely. While McQueen & Dobbs had half a dozen branches across the country - and several others internationally - there were still at least 300 people in the room; over four-fifths of whom were women.

Allison stopped talking to Steve, one of her account managers, and took her seat in the spacious conference room. As she did, she shifted her hips back and forth slightly to enjoy the weight of her body pressing her cheeks together against her still tingling asshole. Steve was an average performer at his job. Average looks, average heigh, average build, average cock - from what she'd been told at least. He was just all around average. But he was a good guy and fun to be around.

Looking around the room, she happened to notice Jamal and Penelope just walking into the room and taking a position along the back wall. Damn... That took a while! Allison said to herself. Penelope isn't going to want anything else up her ass for while after a butt fuck of that duration! She'd been on the receiving end of many of Jamal's extended bathroom breaks. They were fulfilling, but they took it out of a girl's stamina!

While the room slowly came to order, Allison pulled out her phone, unlocked it, brought up her texting app, and tapped on a contact with a custom animated icon of a thick cock thrusting into a sore looking asshole below a bald and empty cunt, loping over and over. Her and Keith's chat thread popped up. A few years back, she had been playing around with some free icon creation software and had made one out of some footage of their honeymoon video. If her volume had been turned up, she would have been treated to a short audio clip of herself begging, "Fuck me, baby! Mommy needs your big cock to cum in her naughty asshole!" over and over again, but she kept her phone on silent at work. Allison tapped out,

Allison: ATM tonight?

Seconds later,

Hubby: alwayz up for atm want me to cum in ur azz

Allison sighed. She'd long since given up trying to get her husband to use proper syntax and punctuation. Their parents and grandparents texted like that fifty years ago for fuck's sake! Her generation had grown up using proper spelling and punctuation as a means of rebelling against the older generations. But she knew what he said.

Allison: Of course, baby! Just feed it to me like you normally do.

Hubby: sound greet lokking forward to it

Allison: Perfect. Love you, baby!

Hubby: love fuking dat azz 😍🍆

Allison just rolled her green eyes.

Allison: Okay, Zoomer... 🙄

Hubby: not a millennial!!!! proud gen beta!!!!!!!

Allison: But you text like one.

Keith's lack of a reply made her smile in her small victory. Gotcha, dick! she giggled to herself.

Glancing over, she saw Steve looking at her phone, reading the exchange. Smiling, she turned off her phone and started chatting with Malaya on the other side of her. Like Penelope, the woman was her other senior account manager and Allison's right hand woman. Steve just chucked and pulled out his own phone. He tapped away for several minutes while Allison and Malaya chatted. Malaya Ramos was a short buxom Filipina woman in her late 20s. She had wavey black hair that almost met her shoulders, a trim waist, wide hips, and very delicious set of 32F breasts that she loved dressing to showcase. Today she was wearing short sleaved formfitting pinstripe dress with a plunging neckline that ended dangerously close to the bottom her meaty buttocks. The neckline extended all the way to below her breasts, halfway to her navel. No bra was visible, just a shocking amount of cleavage and under boob and just a hint of areola, and her nipples were clearly visible against the dress's fabric. If she were to bend over at waist, she would be in trouble! In all likely hood, her substantial breasts would fall right out and anyone behind her would be able to tell if she were wearing any underwear or not.

Outside of Yvonne, the buxom Filipina was Allison's closest work friend. The two had grown quite close over the last few years that they worked together, and Allison entrusted her with her most difficult - and lucrative - clients. To say that they had a 'close' working relationship was very accurate. It didn't happen often, but they took each other home on more than one occasion after a company function or happy hour for some harmless, platonic, purely heterosexual, girl-on-girl, anal fun. Keith really loved the rare occasions when his wife brought home another woman. It never failed that she and the girl in question would end up in a sloppy 69 while Keith went from end to end fucking their assholes and having them tongue wash the other woman's ass juices off his cock. When Allison brough home a work colleague, it was usually Malaya. Although, she'd brought Penelope home a few times and Stacey once.

Steve nonchalantly tapped her on the shoulder and turned his phone for them to look at. It was his text app as well. At the top of the screen was an icon of Steve himself on one side and one of his cute blonde wife Rebecca on the other. Allison had met his wife on multiple occasions. She was on the thick side but by all accounts, she was a genuinely great person, an amazing homemaker, and loving mother to their three young children. Steve certainly hadn't vocalized any complaints that Allison had heard of through the rumor mill. Of course, her awe inspiring 42H rack, overly curvy figure, and insatiable sexual appetite probably made up for any perceived shortcomings!

Me: Hey baby. Allison and Keith are doing ATM tonight. Now I'm in an ATM mood. Sound fun?

Slutty Wifey: I mean, I guess. Can you at least cum down my throat this time?

Me: Nope! Cumming in your ass like usual. You keep a glass by the bed for just that reason.

Slutty Wifey: I keep a glass by the bed for water at night!

Me: And for spitting cum out your ass so you can drink it like a good wifey.

Slutty Wifey: Fine. And for that too...

Me: Great! See you after work!

Slutty Wifey: I'll have the kids go over to the neighbors for an hour or so when you get home.

Slutty Wifey: I watched Amy's kids yesterday so she and Tim could have some alone time.

Slutty Wifey: So, she owes me a favor!

Me: Perfect! But can Tim watch the kids instead?

Me: Amy can come over and do some ATM too.

Slutty Wifey: You're an asshole...

Me: 😊

Slutty Wifey: Amy said sure...

Me: I love you.

Slutty Wifey: ...

Slutty Wifey: Love you too.

Me: You and Amy can go ahead and start without me.

Slutty Wifey: That was already the plan!

Slutty Wifey: She's coming over an hour early. 😘

Me: Don't forget to record it.

Slutty Wifey: What kind of wife do you think I am?

Slutty Wifey: If it's not being recorded for you, it's cheating!

Slutty Wifey: I'll live stream on our normal site.

Me: Perfect!

Malaya chuckled softly and despite herself, Allison giggled audibly before catching herself and looking around sheepishly. She didn't like giggling, especially at work! It made her sound like a little girl.

"Sounds like we're both going to have fun at home tonight," the redhead commented softly so as not to arouse Yvonne's ire.

"Sounds like," Steve confirmed.

"Got room for another? My boyfriend is out of town," Malaya asked politely.

"I'll ask Wifey," Steve replied with a smile and returned to his phone.

"Alright then. If I can have your attention, please," Yvonne commanded, and the room became silent. "Quick history lesson: thirteen years ago, anti-aging therapies became widely accessible. And since then, they have been free of charge on standard coverage for nearly every health and benefits plans. At this point, almost the entire US population has received them. Now, I'm not really going into the politics of the treatments themselves or healthcare in general here; that will be for another day. What I am concerned about this morning is the particular side effect that has significantly affected productivity for since."

The room became deathly quiet. Everyone knew what Yvonne was talking about. But no one wanted to say the quiet part out loud.

"And I know you all know what I'm referring to. Bathroom breaks... Bathroom breaks are the worst kept secret in corporate America. But they've largely been overlooked as cracking down on it would result in large-scale personnel dissatisfaction and an unacceptable negative down pressure on talent retention."

In other words, people would get pissed as fuck and find new jobs, Allison translated from corporate buzzword babble.

"To put it plainly..." Yvonne stopped to take a deep breath, "It has come to the HBIC's and upper management's attention that too many people are spending most of the day masturbating or having sex in the bathrooms. This has caused productivity in the workplace to drop off unacceptably. Productivity is down nearly 65% when compared to the company's pre-treatment baselines."

There it was! The quiet part! Said out loud at last...

Yvonne continued, "To address this, we are announcing a new pilot program: the Assisted Wellness Initiative. Or AWI for short. We are partnering with Inner Peace Wellness Providers, or IPWP. They've come highly recommended from our healthcare provider and have set up AWIs for hundreds of companies already. So, they have plenty of experience.

"Floors 25 through 28 will participate in a provisional trial, and results will be assessed before they are rolled out to the entire corporation. Men and women from selected floors are to attend once a week, half hour Assisted Wellness Sessions. During these days, no masturbation or sex will be allowed in the bathrooms. None! Zero!"

Groans of discontent filled the conference room. Allison herself gulped as her heart sank. This sounded horrible! Being on the 27^th floor herself, she would be included in the trial. She was horny enough as it was by 5:00 when she went home! And that was with half a dozen trips to the bathroom throughout the day to furiously work her holes over! No masturbation all day?!? Time to update her resume...

"The conference rooms outside the bathrooms will be converted to temporary, gender segregated Assisted Wellness Areas. IPWP has also set us up with free afterwork fitness classes to help all of our mental and physical wellbeing during the trial. Women are encouraged to enroll in the provided yoga classes, while men are encouraged to enroll in weight training. Also, after this meeting, please check your emails. IPWP should be reaching out to you with brief bureaucracy and legalese stuff for you to peruse and consent to."

The grumbling of the employees was nearly as loud as Yvonne's commanding voice now. The HR director herself didn't look all that happy with her announcement either. "I'm not sure what else I can say here other than, are there any questions?"

Almost every hand in the room shot up.

Allison's phone vibrated. Checking her phone, the email from IPWP had already come in. Quickly, she opened it, scanned the short message full of meaningless buzz words and wellness gibberish. She then opened the attached link to a terms and conditions page. Her eyes rolled when she saw that the document was 37 pages long. Fuck! Who even reads this shit! she thought to herself as she flipped her phone to scroll to the last page and clicked the I Agree button without a second glance.

Steve reached across her to show his phone to Malaya.

Me: Malaya wants to come over for dinner tonight. Mind?

Slutty Wifey: Malaya...

Slutty Wifey: Is that the short Filipina girl with the nice tits?

Me: It is!

Slutty Wifey: Fuck yeah! 😍

Slutty Wifey: I haven't got to suck cum out of her asshole since Allison's pool party last year!

Slutty Wifey: Can she spend the night? 🙏

Me: I'll ask her.

"Sweet! At least something is going right today!" Malaya said. "Tell Rebecca that I have nowhere else to be tonight."

"Will do," Steve replied, tapping on his phone again.

Returning her attention to the meeting, she smiled sadistically as she saw Yvonne doing her best to answer rapid-fire questions to a very hostile audience. As it turned out, people enjoyed sex and masturbation. Who knew...

Glancing towards the back of the room, she saw Jamal whispering into Penelope's ear. She shook her head no. He whispered again. The busty Latina bit her lip and nodded, and then the pair slipped out of the back of the room without Yvonne noticing their departure. Speaking of people who enjoy sex and can't get enough! Allison thought to herself.

Weekend Get Together

"And you couldn't even tell me before hand?!?" complained Allison the following Sunday. "I spent all Friday afternoon updating my resume! Fuck this job if I can't even get off during the day!"

"Sorry, Allison. The higher ups caught me off guard with it too," Yvonne protested. "I tried to explain to the Powers That Be that no one would accept being masturbated by someone else only once a day as an acceptable substitute for half a dozen sexual encounters a day; no matter what they called it. Assisted Wellness Initiative indeed... But they wouldn't listen to me! I tried. I really tried, mon ami!" she said before turning her head back towards her husband Billy's 2.1" thick, 9.5" long cock and engulfing it to the base with only moderate difficulty.

"Fine, I guess," Allison admitted with reservation. "But it's just odd to be a grown-up woman and get masturbated by someone else. I've never had another person masturbate me - other than you, and Keith of course, and Jamal, and Malaya a few times, and my ex-husband, and my college boyfriend... Okay... Bad argument. But getting dildoed or fisted by another person is just part of normal sex. Taking all the passion out of the equation and reducing it to just meaningless masturbation is weird! Obviously, I've anally penetrated Gina and now Courtney two or three times a day since they turned eighteen until their bottom holes got used to being fucked, but that's totally normal for a loving mother in this day and age; there's nothing sexual about it! Sure, they may cum a few times, but it's good practice for them. It's not technically masturbation. It's preparation! And I mean sure, I usually get a little excited and have to go back to my room and jill off a little bit. Admittedly, it would have been way weird twenty or thirty years ago when I was young, but those was a different time," she added before returning her attention to Keith's own thick cock. Thanks to years of practice, the talented redhead sucked his 12" length down to the root in one smooth motion - despite its girthy 2.2" thickness - and then started to bob her head up and down a few inched to massage the head of his dick with her throat.