Office Sluts 19 - Another Day at the Office

“Dress code check,” Amber said. The familiar twin dimples formed on either side of her devilish smile, and her molten brown eyes sparkled. Amber was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and felt no shame about it, no matter how irregular it might be. “Take it all off,” she ordered. Royce chuckled quietly as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. This particular humiliating ritual was not uncommon in our office lately. The panties I wore that day were a bright green, almost a neon, and as I pulled my pants down to expose them, both Amber and Royce laughed out loud. These were the rules, rigidly enforced. My wife was forbidden from wearing panties, by order of Royce. I could wear nothing else, by order of Amber. My heart throbbed as I kicked my pants aside and stood before the alpha couple, feminized and ashamed. The lacy cloth of the panties stretched and strained against the erection that struggled inside them. Amber could be relied upon to have that effect on me.

“That’s a good boy,” Amber chuckled. “Look at you, trying to get hard. I bet you wish this was your cock I was sucking, don’t you?”

“Yes, Amber,” I moaned. In spite of it all, I did. These things aren’t easy to admit. But Amber’s sexual hold on me was irresistible. I couldn’t number the nights I’d lain awake, imagining just such a thing. Impossible, I knew. Oral sex was common between me and Amber, but she was invariably on the receiving end. Even that, just the thought of it, made my cock twitch and dance in my panties. And seeing her on her knees, the curves of her body from behind like a cello, was making my mouth water.

“Well, that’s never going to happen,” she smirked. Royce laughed again, and she turned her face back to her husband. His cock looked almost angry in her hand, like a weapon. A weapon she knew exactly how to use. I watched, my hands trembling at my sides, as she extended her tongue and slowly ran it along Royce’s long, thick member. Her husband grunted happily as the sensations flared in his body. He had my wife available to him, any time he wanted an enthusiastic and diligent blowjob. But like any man, Royce liked variety. And I got the sense that both he and Amber enjoyed reminding me that he wasn’t limited in his choice of women. Jamie, Melissa, Amber - three beautiful, sexy, dominant women, and any one of them would drop to her knees at a word from him. Like a sultan in a harem, Royce could take his pick, and I was little more than a humble eunuch.

Royce’s big hands gripped the chromed arms of Amber’s chair. His nostrils were flared as he sucked in air and exhaled it in great snorts like a bull. My own cock ached in my panties. But I knew better than to touch myself. Amber’s punishments could be terrible, to say nothing of Melissa’s. Amber raised her mouth from her husband’s cock, just for a moment.

“Get over here, slut,” she ordered.