A Casual Friday

Meg walked into the storage room and looked around at the massive chaos of boxes piled on the floor and stacked on every surface. Located in the back part of the building, separated from the offices by a few doors and walls, the storage room always inspired a few daydreams of risk and sex in Meg. Today was no exception.

Meg shook her head. She was blessed or cursed with the gift of having an office full of men. It depended on the day. On the day that horny darts were shooting from her body, she was cursed. The nearness of so much male sex appeal was too much to handle. On the days that she wasn't, she was blessed. The men's goofiness and camaraderie served to lighten spirits. Hearing the deep approaching male voices of the two that had been sent to help her straighten the mess, she knew today she was cursed.

Barely concealing a groan she watched Mike and Sam walk into the room and looked them over, appreciating their appearance. They were both tall with dark hair and bodies that screamed 100% male. She had fantasized about both of them... on more than one occasion. Looking them over from head to toe, she couldn't help but notice that they each filled out a pair of jeans rather nicely, and she felt a tingle start between her thighs. Mike and Sam had been coworkers for years and good friends since childhood, and if rumors meant anything, they were as sexually open as a cheerleader on homecoming night. Smiling, she thought about all the fun she was going to have flirting with them.

In a short cotton mini-skirt, T-shirt, and Keds (man, she loved casual Friday), she wasn't exactly dressed for cleaning and moving boxes, but that's what all three of them started doing. For two hours, they picked up box after box to rearrange and make more room on the shelves for the ones on the floor, taking every opportunity to rub up against and tease one another. The flirtation was becoming stronger with each pass, and she was getting desperate to release some of the built up sexual tension.

Smiling coyly, she reached for a box too high above her head attempting to get it down. "Sam, could you help me?" she called out. Sam was behind her in no time flat, reaching up, but at the same time pressing his whole body against her backside. She returned the contact by rubbing her ass against his cock, feeling it grow harder and longer against her body as Sam's breathing became labored.

Meg watched as Sam brought the box down to a lower level and then released it. When he didn't move away, her eyes followed his hands as they moved to the tops of her breasts and traveled down slowly, his palms roving over the nipples making them grow and harden. Without stopping to cup them, the hands kept going, moving down the flat of her stomach, to the tops of her thighs, to the edge of her skirt where they finally stopped long enough for him to reach up under the edge.

Moving his hands up her bare skin, taking her skirt with him, his fingers traveled to the inside of her thighs, almost frantically tearing the fabric of her thong away from the folds of her pussy and then penetrating her with his fingers. One hand pulling the lips apart, the other delving in and out of her sweet cunt. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out as her hips rocked back and forth, begging for more. As his head bent down to kiss the side of her neck, she could hear his breathing, harsh and barely controlled. She started shaking. God, she wanted him.

Reaching behind her, she located the buttons on his jeans and quickly undid them. His cock bounded out in her hand from between the fabric in his boxers, and she worked to pull them down. As soon as he was free, she felt him bend his knees, and then let out a loud moan of pleasure as he entered her, filling her completely. As she leaned against the shelving for support, she turned her head and saw that Mike was watching them from the corner, his cock out and hard as he stroked it.

"Are you going to watch? Wouldn't you rather join us?" she whispered. "Come over here and let me taste you."

Mike walked over to stand where she was being steadily fucked his cock hitting just below her breasts. Turning slightly, and forcing Sam to move with her, Meg bent over at the waist, one hand holding onto the shelving unit to steady herself, and took Mike into her. Licking off the glisten of pre-cum from where it had escaped the tip, she started to slowly take him in, moaning with pleasure. He tasted better than she could have ever imagined, and she wanted more.

She felt his hands reach in to grasp her hair and hold her head in place as he greedily started fucking her mouth. She could feel him shaking and knew it was only a matter of time. Meg reached up to massage his balls using two fingers to tease his asshole.

Sam had slowed down some to watch the action before him, leisurely entering her and pulling out until the tip was just barely inside. She felt his hands reach around and start playing with her clit, and she knew that she was going to hit a home run before either of these two did. As her body heat skyrocketed, she freed her mouth from Mike and clenched her teeth, all of her energy focused on staying quiet. She felt Sam increase his pace slamming into her hard and fast. That was her final undoing. In a gigantic wave, she felt her cunt clamp down and roll with spasm after spasm, her body pulsating with pleasure. As her body screamed, she heard Sam let out a barely concealed groan, clasp her to him, and then felt his cock jerk as he came inside of her.

As the orgasm subsided, she felt Sam withdraw from her body and she knelt down to once again give her attention to Mike so that she could finish what she had started. Wanting to give him the same pleasure that she and Sam had just experienced she took him fully into her mouth, and started sucking in earnest urging him to cum. Moving her hands all over his body, teasing him. However, after a few seconds of this, he pulled out of her mouth. Looking up questionably, she asked, "Is something wrong?"

Mike looked at her, his expression intense, and replied, "Don't think that I'm not going to get to fuck that pussy. It's my turn now."

As Mike knelt on the floor, Meg lay down on the ground tilting her lower body into the air. Mike's hands moved underneath her ass holding her up. She felt him slide in slowly and closed her eyes at the sensation, her clit still sensitive from the orgasm she experienced with Sam. Mike started moving inside of her, his strokes short and hard, his balls bouncing against her swollen lips.

Meg could feel herself becoming tense, her muscles ready to snap. However, she could not seem to push herself quite over the edge. She needed something more. Raising her head, she looked up and found Sam watching them with a feral look. She watched as he too knelt on the ground and she watched his head move toward her belly, understanding of his intent sending her into overdrive. As she felt his tongue hit her clit, she started to quake, her knees barely holding her up.

Mike came first, his strokes short and hard, but the force of his orgasm and the sensation of Sam's fingers and tongue on her clit were her undoing. In one last powerful wave, she felt her body spasm and rock as her world blacked out from the intensity.

A perfect ending to a casual Friday.