Some fun rules

Vivian’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she gestures to your throbbing manhood. “Sales, growth, John’s cock,” she quips, her tone dripping with playful confidence. “All up!”

The room erupts into laughter, a mix of giggles and cheers that make your cock twitch involuntarily under the collective gaze of these confident, teasing women. Marina leans closer to Olivia, her voice low but loud enough for you to hear. “Well, she’s not wrong about that last part—look at him.”

Vivian smiles, clearly enjoying the effect her words have had on the room. “Alright, ladies, I wanted to come in and speak about the incentive system. We’re here to ensure it’s managed fairly and responsibly. Sound good?”

A chorus of cheers answers her, the women clearly loving every second of the spectacle.

Vivian holds up a hand to silence the chatter, her grin widening as she gestures toward your cock, which twitches slightly as every eye in the room remains locked on it.

“First things first: no touching John’s cock unless you’ve won the right.” Her voice is firm but teasing, her green eyes glinting with delight. “We don’t want to be sexually harassing the Naked Office Stud, now do we, ladies?”

The room erupts into more laughter, with Rachel chiming in, “It’s only harassment if he doesn’t enjoy it—and judging by that erection, I think we’re safe.”

Marina smirks, crossing her arms as her gaze sweeps over your body. “Still, rules are rules. And besides, it makes it all the more satisfying when you’ve earned the reward.”

Vivian nods in agreement, her expression turning mock-serious as she continues. “Exactly. You only get to play with this toy once you’ve earned the right. So, work hard, ladies—because the harder you work, the more fun you’ll have.”

Vivian’s expression grows more serious—well, as serious as one can be while gesturing toward a rock-hard cock. "Rule number two: take full advantage of every reward you do win."

She pauses, her eyes narrowing playfully as she glances around the room. "That means if you win a stroking session, don’t just give it a lazy tug and call it a day. Use your time wisely—tease him, edge him, drive him wild. It’s your reward, ladies, so make it count!"

Marina raises a hand, her lips curling into a smirk. "What if we want to edge him for hours? Can we bank our time?"

The room bursts into laughter, and Vivian winks. "Now that’s the kind of entrepreneurial thinking we like to see."

Vivian glances around the room with a sly smile. “Now, let me ask—who in this room currently has the right to touch John’s cock?”

Marina and Sandy exchange a glance before both raise their hands confidently. The room murmurs with anticipation, every eye flicking toward the two women and then back to your throbbing cock.

Vivian’s grin widens. “Well then, which of you would like to demonstrate how to make the most of your time?”

Marina is the first to speak, her tone assertive. “I think it should be me—after all, I’ve been planning something special.”

But before she can step forward, Sandy cuts in with a smirk. “If the rule is to maximize the reward, it only makes sense that we both use our rights at the same time. Right, Vivian?”

The room erupts into laughter and cheers as Vivian raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Now that’s what I call teamwork. Go ahead, ladies—show us how it’s done.”

Marina and Sandy step forward, each taking a position on either side of you. Marina’s hand wraps around the base of your cock, her grip firm and deliberate, while Sandy leans in to lick the sensitive tip, her tongue swirling over the beads of pre-cum already forming.

They work in perfect synchronization, their movements fluid and coordinated. Marina strokes your shaft with slow, tantalizing precision, her hand sliding up and down in a way that makes you throb in her grip. Sandy alternates between licking and kissing the tip, her warm breath sending shivers through your entire body as her tongue teases every nerve.

The room watches in rapt silence, the air thick with tension as the two women take full advantage of their earned rights. Marina’s lips soon join the action, trailing kisses along your shaft before taking it into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. Sandy follows suit, her tongue flicking over the underside as her hand strokes in tandem with Marina’s. The combination of their efforts drives you to the brink, your body tensing as you teeter on the edge of release when Vivian's cuts through, "Slow done ladies"

As Sandy and Marina leave your cock with a pop, Marina's hand goes over your cock, stroking agonizingly close.

Vivian gestures toward you again, her tone playful but commanding. "Rule number three: try not to make him explode prematurely."

The room erupts into gasps and giggles, with someone calling out, "Easier said than done!"

"Exactly," Vivian replies with a grin. "We don’t want to use up company property unnecessarily, do we?" She steps closer to you, her eyes gleaming as she takes in your throbbing cock, Marina increasing the pace ever so slightly "This... masterpiece is a shared resource. Keep him teased, keep him hard, but don’t waste his... potential before the grand finale."

The room howls with laughter, and you can’t help but flush, your cock twitching under the teasing scrutiny. Marina leans over, her grin wicked. Her strokes become faster. “Guess that means we’ll have to edge him all day long...." she says, as your hips begin to buckle, "Aww you want it so bad! Poor baby.” And with that she leaves your cock, a long bead of precum hanging down, threating to fall down.

"That’s the spirit," Vivian quips, her eyes locking onto yours with a wicked grin.

Vivian’s grin turns sly as she gestures dramatically toward your cock, “Rule four, ladies: Document everything. This cock,” she pauses for effect, letting her words hang in the air as every eye in the room flicks toward your throbbing shaft, “has become this company’s greatest marketing tool.”

Your cock twitches at this comment. Trying to be normal in this environment you quip, "Should I update my LinkedIn profile - The Greatest Marketing Tool".

Sandy her hands still casually rubbing your balls says, "No. The greatest marketing tool is this," she moves her hand up to your shaft, "not you. Though you can feel free to start a profile for this! It has such a growing following already"

Laughter again. Vivian steps closer to you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and authority. “Photos, videos, candid moments—capture it all. Every angle, every reaction. Who knows when those images might come in handy? An updated social media campaign? A new incentive drive? The next viral article? This,” she gestures again to your cock, “is a resource we can’t afford to let slip through our fingers—figuratively or literally.”

Vivian gestures toward Rachel, who steps forward with her phone in hand. “Now, let’s make sure this moment is properly captured. Rachel, you’ve got the eye for this—show us how it’s done.”

Sandy and Marina move aside, making way for Rachel.

Rachel kneels in front of you, angling her phone to capture the perfect shot of your cock, now slick and glistening after Marina and Sandy’s attentions. She adjusts the lighting, framing the image so that every vein, every bead of pre-cum, is highlighted in exquisite detail.

She snaps several photos, then switches to video mode, recording a slow pan up your length. Her voice is calm and professional, but her smirk betrays her enjoyment. “Can you hold still for a moment, John? I don’t want to miss a single twitch.” she murmurs, tilting her phone for another angle.

Vivian laughs, her voice rich with satisfaction. “That’s the spirit! Remember, ladies—this cock isn’t just for show. It’s for business.”

Vivian's gaze sweeps the room, and her tone turns mock-serious. “So, whether it’s a casual snap or a full photoshoot, don’t hold back. Document it all. Every vein, every twitch, every glorious drop.”