Then they started a low, soft, “Bill” chant. A few are saying, “Fuck her good,” or “That must be amazing,” but most are repeating my name. I am speeding up. Sandy is screaming out, “YES! Yes! YES!! HARDER! FASTER! Make me FEEL it!”
I barely hear her; my brain is overloaded from all the naked women in the office, touching me and lightly touching my body. My energy and confidence are at an all-time high. My hands latch onto her hips as I start drilling Sandy. She has no words left; she isn’t capable of speech. She would have collapsed if not for me holding her up.
This is all new to me and I am shocked at my co-workers. None of them had a bra or panties on. They’re all in a dress. THEY PLANNED THIS. All of this is for me. I have tears in my eyes. I can’t believe they do this for just me.
Poor Sandy can only scream out her moans. I don’t know if she is on the pill; therefore, I can’t fill her pussy. I am proud of myself for having enough clarity at that beautiful time to think of a detail like that. I can’t imagine that knocking up your boss is good for your career. Try it; I bet it doesn’t work out well.
I am fighting hard to hold my release. I MUST hold on; I must hold on. Argggggg!
I pull out, spin her around, and then push her down. She has a look of wonder and shock on her face. I then shoot my first blast of cum onto her tits. Sandy orgasms hard. Her body gives out. Lucky for me, her friends hold her body up, so I can continue spraying my cum over her massive chest. She looks like a glazed donut.
While unresponsive, I pick her up, splay her on the desk, tits up, and then say with a smile on my face, “Bon-appétit!”
OH MY GOD! They ravished her like a piece of raw meat that was tossed into a tank of starving sharks. Sandy quickly woke up to women licking her face, neck, arms, ribs, breasts, nipples, and pussy. Nothing got down to her pussy; it’s just someone being friendly. She is giggling, laughing, and trying to catch her breath. When they finish, we both get about a dozen cum, and a single pussy covered set of lips kissing us.
Torri speaks for the group, “Bill, we sure as hell are glad you’re back. It sucks what you endured, but hopefully, this late-night planned ambush will raise your spirits a little. If nothing else, I found it to be quite a start to my day. Just so you know, we need to get dressed. We sent the boys out for coffee and donuts from three different places. Not a word of this gets to them. Your eyes only. Understand?”
I stand humbled, breathing hard, with a tear in my eye, “Saturday did suck. Sunday got worse. Wednesday, I was caught and got arrested. Yesterday my sister was stabbed, and I was in the ER. So no, this has not been a good week. I do thank you all for caring. Right now, it’s difficult to care about much. I’ve lost a woman I loved, had the ultimate humiliation done to me, and almost had my sister die in my arms.”
I sit back down and press my face into my hands. Complete and utter sadness envelopes me. I didn’t even get into still being haunted by my friends that died back in Afghanistan.
I hear Jane’s voice behind me, in the doorway, “Well. Can I assume they took you back?”
My head pops up, and as I turn, Jane is gingerly walking to me with tears streaming down her face. Mom has a smirk on her face in the doorway.
While sobbing, Jane says, “I had no idea I was so near death’s doorstep. You and your quick assessment of the situation are the only reason I am alive.”
Jane is crying and hugging me too much, so mom carefully and calmly paints the picture of what happened. They got a confession out of Randy’s father last night for sending the contract killers. Now they’re looking closely at his back account and phone records for other cases. Mom comes over and hugs me as well.
Sandy and the others are still naked as she hugs me, “Bill. You’re a good man. WE all want you HERE. My office is still being cleaned; how about you take the day off, and we’ll see you Monday … with or without clothes.”
Mom cuts in, “Oh no. Clothes on buster, otherwise these women won’t get anything done.”
I hear mom whisper in Sandy’s ear, “I want a copy of the video. That was hot,” as mom’s palm caresses Sandy’s naked breast. “I see I choose well with you. Thank you for all of this; it means a lot to us.”
My boss and mother hug and then kiss. I am hard again. We hear a shout, “Coffee and donuts!” There is a mad dash to put clothes back on. That made me laugh hard.
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Back at home, Jane wanted to make me lunch, and she drove home with me so mom could go to work.
Jane winces each time she turns. I push her to the table and then push her down into a chair.
I comment, “How about I cook? You look tender still, and it’s ok; I need something to do.” She relents.
We have chicken salad, so I butter and then grill some croissants. I cut the sandwich on an angle, place pasta salad in the middle of the plate, then add the halves to each side. I finish the top with a few bread-n-butter pickle slices and two iced teas to drink.
I grab a tray large enough for both plates, two forks, and both drinks. I head out onto the screen-enclosed porch. A light fan is blowing on us to keep the heat away. The gardens are in full bloom and kicking up the various aroma of the plants. It’s quiet outside as we sit and eat our lunch.
Jane says to me in her typical sunny expression, “After yesterday, I’m tired of dating losers.”
Oh shit, she blames me!
She continues, “That asshole tried to have me killed! You’re the only decent man I know. I bet you’re a bit down right now. You probably think there are easy ways to remove the pain. Well, let me tell you, buster. I would still be with that mother fucker if not for you. Without your keen eye, I’m dead now. I need you. I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if you find a wife; I’m yours forever.