Let Ms. Martin know you completed the work

You stagger out of your office like a zombie, mind utterly blank and cock throbbing in **** need of relief after spending the entire day fantasizing about Sylvie and Jane teasing you mercilessly under the guise of “work”. As you’re walking towards the elevator, Jane materializes out of nowhere like a seductive apparition and grabs your arm with steel-like vice grip.

“Come with me,” She growls seductively, leading you down a dimly lit corridor away from the main office area. Your heart races in both fear and anticipation as she guides you into an empty conference room and slams the door behind them, locking it with a loud click.

You try your best to hide your growing arousal as Ms. Martin stares at you coldly from her seat across the table. Jane, the photographer, adjusts her glasses seductively and licks her lips. Sylvie, the model, sits next to her, legs crossed revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the lacy black panties she’s wearing underneath her skirt.

“All right,” Ms. Martin growls. “I don’t believe you haven’t cum today, John. I want proof.” Her gaze flickers down to your crotch, and she grins maliciously.

You swallow nervously, wondering what kind of sick game they’re playing with you now. “Uh... how can I?” You stutter out, your voice breaking slightly.

“Easy, make yourself cum now,” Jane chimes in, her husky tone sending shivers down your spine. “And you need to produce something substantial. Otherwise, there will be consequences.” She winks at you lewdly.

Sylvie giggles softly. “Yes, dear, we wouldn’t want you getting away with anything, now, would we?”

You nod nervously, still not fully understanding what they want from you. “Uh... what do you mean by ’produce something substantial’?” You ask hesitantly.

Ms. Martin stands up and walks around the table, her black heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stops next to Sylvie. Then says curtly, “I want to see you cum on these” grabbing hold of Sylvie’s bare thighs and gently pulling them apart.

Sylvie giggles again, spreading her legs wider, exposing her lacy panties-clad crotch to your hungry gaze. “Go ahead, dear,” she coos. “Give me a nice big mess.”

You can’t take it anymore. And you slowly pulled off the briefs leaving yourself totally naked in front of the three women with your raging hard on begging you to stroke it. You grab your aching shaft and begin to slowly stroke it while your other hand massages your balls. I look around and see that all of their eyes are glued to you. Sylvie is rubbing her nipples her nipple through her thin shirt and Jane hand disappears inside her slacks.

You gulp loudly as Ms. Martin’s words sink in. “Y-you want me to cum on Sylvie?” You ask, your voice cracking again. She nods curtly, giving you the go-ahead.

Your heart thumps wildly as you eye Sylvie’s panty covered crotch, licking your lips involuntarily at the sight of those delicate black lace panties concealing her wetness. You can practically smell her arousal mixing with the musky scent of her perfume.

Without further hesitation, you step closer to the table and position yourself between Ms. Martin and Jane. Continuing to stroke yourself slowly, savoring the heady rush of pleasure that courses through your veins. Your balls tighten painfully against your thighs as more pre-cum oozes out of the head of your throbbing member.

Jane moans softly, her hand frantically massaging her wet pussy through her slacks. Sylvie’s breathing becomes heavier, and she arches her hips slightly towards you, inviting you to get even closer. Ms. Martin stands still and watches impassively, her expression unreadable behind her glasses.

You pick up the pace of your strokes, faster and harder, groaning in pleasure as the pressure builds within you. The room seems to spin around you, and all you can focus on is that tantalizing patch of fabric between Sylvie’s legs and how much you want to spurt your cum all over it.

Your eyes meet with hers for a split second, and she gives you the slightest nod - permission granted. “I’m close,” you gasp out, barely able to speak through the oncoming orgasm.

Your cock throbs violently, and you groan in ecstasy as the first thick rope of hot cum explodes out of the head. It arcs through the air and lands directly on Sylvie’s panty-clad crotch, missing with her juices that have previously soak through them.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Jet after jet of your hot cum erupts from your cock, splattering all over Sylvie’s bare legs and drenching her panties in a messy coating. Slowly the remainder of your seed drips down onto her knees, creating small a puddle on her thin legs.

Jane moans louder now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she furiously rubs her clit through her clothes. “Oh God yes,” she groans.

Sylvie giggles again, as Jane climaxes and uses her should to balance herself. Then Sylvie spreads her legs wider, exposing even more of herself to you. “Is that all you’ve got, dear?” she pants, her eyes locked onto yours. “I want more.”

Your vision blurry with post-orgasmic haze, you shift your gaze to Ms. Martin, waiting anxiously for her next command. She remains unfazed by the mess you’ve made of Sylvie’s leg and continues to stare at you impassively. A small part of you wonders if this is some sick joke - did you really just cum all over this beautiful model? But then, she tilts her head slightly, and a corner of her mouth twitches ever so slightly.

“I think that’ll do for now,” Ms. Martin finally speaks in her usual cold tone. “Get yourself cleaned up and get back to work.” She stands up and gestures for Jane to follow suit. As they leave the room, Jane turns back one last time to give you a wink and a saucy grin before closing the door behind them.

You sway on unsteady legs, trying to catch your breath. Slowly, you slide down onto the conference table and rest your head in your hands, still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

Noticing Sylvie is still in the room you look over at her.

“I said, I want more,” Sylvie says in her thick Nordic accent, while pulling her cum soaked panties to the side, revealing her cleaned shaved pussy.

You slowly lift your head and stare at Sylvie, still trying to process everything that’s happened. Her voice is like honey dripping from her lips, seductive yet commanding obedience. You can smell the mixture of your cum and her own arousal on the air around you both.

You climb off the table and kneel in between Sylvie’s legs. She slides her hips forward in the chair, inviting your mouth to pleasure her.