All hands on dick

You consider this as the girls help set up the phone stand to take the pictures. You know the right answer. You can't have those photos on the website. On the wall forever. Your work life, which has recently felt like a weird dream dimension, would be revealed to everyone. Well, that was happening either way. Question is, what would everyone see? So you know gulp and say, "Yes, Rachel, I would like that"

Rachel leaned closer and whispered, "You need to tell them, John, tell them they have your consent and tell them why. The lawyers were very clear."

You look at the girls all setting up the shot, framing your naked body in the center of Marina's phone held up on the stand. It's in selfie mode, so you can see exactly the set up. "H-hey girls," you squeak which causes the chatter in the room to devolve into silence, with all eyes on you. You continue, "I am giving you guys consent to touch me, in exchange for covering me up in the pictures. Would you guys do it?"

The girls all look and each other and erupt into laughter. You catch a variety of responses in the affirmative, "Of course, hun" "Since you asked so nicely" "Anything for you, John" "Oh I thought you'd never ask" Jules looks confused and Marina tells her, "Look you're on punishment and don't want to be pictured naked, right? Just hide behind John and peek out for the picture."

After the phone was set up, the girls figured out their places. They were groping your cock and balls, all 6 girls (everyone in the office minus Jules) trying to cover you up with everyone's hands on you. You are rock hard and they constantly grab, let go and slide their hands over your cock. Emily and Sandy are too shy to talk but the other 4 were saying a lot. "Wow there's so much of it to go around?" "It's too big, maybe we can't cover it all? Should we call someone from next door to help" "I can't decide if I want the shaft or the head" Sandy, growing bolder from the other's comments, said, "This is what I call an all hands" She couldn't make eye contact with anyone after she said it, but everyone erupted in laughter and patted her on the shoulder.

Finally they settle on a placement. Sandy and Emily would kneel, one on each side of you. They would use one hand each to cover your balls. Olivia and Lisa would stand over them, using one hand to cover one half each of the base of your cock, criscrossing their fingers together. Marina would grab and cover the entire remainder of your shaft, leaving Rachel to grab the head of your cock and cover it, much like one grabs the gearshift of a car. Jules got behind you and pressed herself against your back and you felt her boobs, soft against you. She peeked her head out. With 6 girls grabbing you dick, you stood there, gobsmacked. Lisa then spoke up, "Someone has to go and start the pictures. It's on a 3 second timer to keep taking pictures, you just have to hit the button."

Marina let go of your shaft, uncovering that part of your manhood, walking up the phone. What a strange looking situation you see in the phone, 5 girls are holding your cock in a very awkward way. You also realize that this arrangement leaves little to the imagination. But little is better than nothing, you suppose. "How many pictures?" you manage to ask. Rachel looks contemplative and says, "We usually do about 4-5 and then we choose the best one" Great. 4-5. But what is taking Marina so long? Instead of pressing the button to start she's messing around in the menu. Lisa asks, "Marina, what are you doing?"

"Well," Marina said, "it occurred to me that John here gave us consent to touch in exchange for covering him for the photos. So well, we will cover him during the photos. But not a second before!" With that she pressed the button and rushed back to take her place. That minx! Instead of the 3 you expected to see the on the screen counting down, it instead said, "12". Before you could say anything, you feel Marina grab your shaft again. But she did more than grabbing, beginning to sensually move her hand slightly up and down, as much as the congested space with so many hands would allow. But soon, you felt Lisa and Olivia under her move in unison with her. You also felt Rachel slowly massage his head. Finally, you feel Emily and Sandy massage your balls. Even Jules stuck to you body and rubbed your chest with her soft hands The amazing feeling of so many women feeling you up, jerking you off was almost too much, but then Marina said, "Picture time!"

At you looked straight into the camera, and **** a smile. The girls went back to original position, covering your cock with their combined hands. Click. The picture of you and all the girls lingered on the screen for a couple of seconds, before the 12 popped back up. You realize the challenge for you will be to prevent yourself from cumming. And the girls realize this.

The topic they are talking about becomes your possible ejaculation, punctuated by Marina calling out for the picture being taken. Your eyes are closed, trying to stop from cumming. As you feel the amazing sensations you hear voices but can't attribute them to particular people. "Oh, if John cums, does he actually lose his job?" "Well, it's a firable offence" "I don't want this hunk to get fired" "Well, if we forgive him, then he can stay" "The question is....." "PICTURE TIME". Suddenly, the movements stop, but the pressure from the soft hands on your cock remains. You open your eyes and look at the camera again, for a photo. And the sensations start again. You close your eyes and the chorus begins again, "The question is what will it take for us to forgive him" Giggles. Rachel is being more vigorous rubbing the head. "Perhaps, he can give us consent forever" "Or, my friend from the 7th floor wants to know why I'm so happy. Maybe we call her in" "Isn't the 7th floor that pharma sales office filled with women? Maybe we send him there" "Picture time!" You open your eyes and **** a smile again.

The words are having an effect on you, but everything is second to this humiliating stroking your cock is getting. It starts again. "Oh, yes that sounds good. Maybe he can go down to reception and get our packages one of these days" "I really liked the way Marina pulled him into the meeting today by his cock, I vote he get to do that every time he wants to meet with us!" Giggles. "Well, if - " "PICTURE TIME"

You open your eyes, barely. There's no way that was a good picture. You're struggling to hold on. When the sensation starts again, you are holding on. You suddenly feel a strange soft feeling enveloping your left ball. You open your eyes to see Sandy has taken your ball in her mouth. Your eyes close again, savouring this odd feeling of multiple hands, each stroking, rubbing, licking various parts of your anatomy. The girls continue to talk. "Well, if they aren't any limits, can't we make him do all of it?" Laughter all around. You hold on for dear life when Marina once again yells, "PICTURE TIME". You open your eyes and **** a weak smile, very close to the edge.

And once again the girls resume stroking and teasing. This time, clearly Rachel says, "Since we all have our hands together let's all yell, 'Go team!' on one like we always do!" That's right, every year you all put your hands together and count down 3, 2, 1 Go team. Not usually for pictures. But you're more focused on not cumming, as you feel yourself getting to the edge. Soon, you hear Rachel countdown, as the teasing, the stroking, the rubbing of your head and fondling of your balls reaches a fever pitch. "3..... 2..... 1.... Go Team!"

As she counts down you start riding the edge, and on go team you're about ready to pop. But as they all scream in unison and you open your eyes, the girls all release you cock and raise their hands, as one normally does in a cheer. The sudden movement pushes you even closer to the edge, your cock now exposed to the open air. Your hips buckle, thrusting outward begging for touch. Your legs tremble. You ride the edge, **** not to pop, a ruined orgasm. Click. A picture has been taken as you manage to stave off the sensation, just about holding on.

After a few breaths, you realize everyone has stood there in silence. Your cock is twitching, and pre-cum drips on the floor. The silence is broken by Marina who begins a slow clap. One by one the girls join in, cheering and wolf whistling as you stand there trying to recover from the most intense feeling you've ever felt. You are unsure if you are even happy that you made it, your cock uncomfortably overstimulated. Click. The camera grabs another picture