The Gift and the Empty Floor

It started during lunch. Mark had been watching me from across the cafeteria, his gaze lingering longer than usual, a dark intensity in his eyes that sent a thrill through me. I sat at my usual table, quietly picking at my salad, pretending not to notice. But my mind was already racing, anticipating what was coming. He had been teasing me all morning with looks, with slight touches when no one was watching. The tension between us had been building since I’d entered the office, and I knew something was about to happen.

I didn’t have to wait long. As I was about to finish my meal, Mark stood up from his table and walked over to me, his colleagues trailing behind him. There was a quiet authority in how he moved, like he knew exactly how this would play out and I would have **** but to follow. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as he approached, my heart beating faster.

"Rachel," he said, his voice calm but commanding, "join us for a moment."

I stood up without hesitation, my pulse quickening as I followed him to a more secluded corner of the cafeteria. We sat down, Mark next to me, his colleagues filling the other seats. I could feel their eyes on me, the unspoken tension between us thickening as the casual conversation continued, though my mind barely registered the words. I was waiting, waiting for Mark’s next move.

Then, without a word, he reached into his bag and pulled out a small yogurt tub. My breath caught in my throat as he placed it in front of me. From the outside, it looked innocent, but I knew better. My pulse raced as I realised what it was—a tub filled with their cum. Mark’s cum, and the cum of the very men sitting at this table, watching me, waiting for my reaction.

"This is for you," Mark said quietly, his fingers brushing against my hand as he slid the tub closer. "Finish it. Now."

My mouth went dry. The familiar blend of arousal and humiliation washed over me, heating my skin. We were in public. Anyone could see us. But that was part of the thrill, wasn’t it? Mark loved testing my limits, pushing me to see how far I would go, and how much I would obey. And every time, I surprise even myself.

With trembling hands, I peeled back the lid, revealing the thick, creamy substance inside. I glanced up at Mark, who gave me a subtle nod, a small smirk playing on his lips. His colleagues watched me closely, their expressions expectant, eager to see if I would follow through. My heart raced, but I knew what was expected of me.

Without a word, I lifted the tub to my lips and took the first sip. The taste was salty, familiar, and undeniably theirs. My body reacted instantly—thighs pressing together, nipples hardening under my blouse. As I swallowed, I could feel their eyes burning into me, their approval hanging in the air as I licked the edges of the tub, taking in every drop of their gift. I could taste them, the raw intimacy of what I was doing sinking in with every sip.

I emptied the tub, savoring the last mouthful, licking my lips when I was done. The heat in my body was overwhelming, my entire being focused on this one task. I placed the empty tub back on the table and glanced at Mark, who smiled, clearly pleased with me.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and thick with satisfaction.

I could barely breathe, my pulse hammering in my ears as I sat back in my seat. The taste of their cum lingered on my tongue, and I felt a heady rush of submission wash over me. Mark stood up, his colleagues following suit as if we had just finished a simple meal.

“Let’s get back to work,” he said casually, his hand brushing the small of my back as we walked away, the empty tub still sitting on the table, a silent reminder of my obedience.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. My body still tingled from the encounter at lunch, my mind consumed by thoughts of what Mark had in store for me next. I couldn’t focus, not with the lingering taste of them on my lips, the way their eyes had looked at me, owning me. I didn’t have to wait long for my answer.

At precisely 3 p.m., my phone buzzed. A message from Mark:

"Meet me on the 23rd floor. Don’t be late."

My stomach flipped. The 23rd floor was under renovation, a space that had been abandoned for weeks. No one would be up there—no one except Mark and whoever else he had invited. My heart raced as I gathered my things, trying to keep my movements casual, unnoticed. The thrill of secrecy, of doing something so forbidden, so dangerous, had my body humming with anticipation.

When I stepped into the elevator, I was alone. The doors slid shut, and I felt the familiar flutter of nerves settle in my chest. I knew what was coming. The building felt silent, too quiet, as I ascended, the soft hum of the elevator doing nothing to calm my excitement.

The doors opened to the dimly lit 23rd floor, and I stepped out into the echoing stillness. The space was vast and unfinished, with exposed concrete and drywall framing the large windows that overlooked the city. There was something almost eerie about how empty it was, the quiet amplifying every sound I made as I walked down the hallway.

I found them in one of the larger rooms, the one with the best view of the skyline. Mark stood near the window, his back to me as I approached. His colleagues were already there, his disciples as I called them, all 5 of them waiting. The same men who had watched me during lunch, who had filled that yogurt tub with their cum. They turned to me as I entered, their eyes hungry, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Mark turned around, his expression calm, controlled. “Lock the door,” he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of command.

I obeyed without hesitation, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty room. My pulse quickened as I turned back to face them. There was no going back now.

Mark stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch my face, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek before traveling down to my collarbone, then lower. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began unbuttoning my blouse, his eyes never leaving mine. The air felt heavy between us, thick with anticipation. One by one, the buttons came undone, and the fabric fell away, leaving me exposed to the men’s hungry gazes.

"Get on your knees," Mark ordered, his voice firm but calm.

Without hesitation, I sank to the floor. The men began to unzip their pants, releasing their cocks, already hard and throbbing with anticipation. Mark stepped back, giving me a final, knowing look before nodding to the others.

The first man stepped forward, his cock inches from my face. My eyes met his, and without a word, I took him into my mouth, sucking him deep, my lips sliding down his shaft as he groaned above me. His hands gripped my hair, guiding my movements as I worked him, my tongue swirling around his length, my body already aching with desire.

As I sucked, another man knelt behind me, lifted my skirt, and pulled down my panties, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. I felt the cool air on my exposed skin just before his fingers dipped between my legs, sliding along my wet pussy, teasing me. He didn’t wait long, though—soon, his fingers were replaced by his cock, pressing into my pussy, filling me. I gasped around the cock in my mouth, my body arching with the dual sensations.

The men moved in perfect sync, one thrusting into my mouth, the other fucking me from behind, their pace quick and relentless. I moaned, my sounds muffled as I sucked harder, feeling my body respond to their rough handling. I loved it—loved the way they took me without hesitation as if I were nothing more than a toy for their pleasure.

Then, after a few minutes, the man behind me pulled out of my pussy. I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt the cool, slick touch of lube against my asshole. My heart raced. Anal sex had become a regular part of my encounters with Mark, but now, with his colleagues joining in, it took on a new level of intensity.

He pressed the head of his cock against my tight hole, pushing slowly but firmly, stretching me inch by inch until he was fully inside. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, my body adjusting to the fullness. The man in front of me pulled out of her mouth, letting me catch my breath as he stroked his cock, watching me get used from behind.

"Good girl," Mark said from behind me, his voice dripping with approval. "Take her."

My entire body trembled as the man began thrusting into my ass, his pace increasing with each stroke. My knees pressed into the hard floor, my hands clutching at the concrete as I moaned, feeling the stretch and fullness deep inside me. The others watched, stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn to use me.

One by one, they took me. Each man claimed my ass, thrusting hard and fast, their cocks filling me, their grunts of pleasure echoing in the empty room. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the relentless pleasure, my body surrendering to their every demand. I felt each thrust, each spank on my ass, the way their hands gripped my hips, and my hair, pulling me deeper into submission.

And then, one by one, they finished.

The first man groaned as he slammed into me, his cock twitching as he came deep inside my ass, his hot cum spilling into me. He stayed inside for a moment, catching his breath before pulling out, his place immediately taken by the next man, who repeated the same act, filling me with his seed until I could feel it leaking out, dripping down my thighs.

By the time the third man finished, my body was trembling, my ass full of their cum, my legs weak from the intensity of it all. I collapsed onto my hands, panting, my body used, my mind hazy with pleasure and exhaustion.

Mark stepped forward then, his hands pulling me up to my knees. "You did well," he whispered, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. He unzipped his pants, his cock already hard, and stroked himself slowly as he looked down at me. I opened my mouth as Mark kept stroking himself and within minutes hot jets of my master’s spunk shot into my eager mouth, 4 thick jets of salty goodness. Once he stopped I sucked his cock to get the last droplets and swallowed. He zipped himself back up, looking pleased.

"One more thing," he murmured, holding out a familiar bottle, filled to the top with his warm piss.

My heart raced as I took it, my fingers trembling slightly. I raised the bottle to my lips, the scent hitting me before the liquid reached my tongue. I swallowed, the warmth spreading through me as Mark watched with that same, dark smile. I drank until it was half-empty, licking my lips afterward, feeling the mix of cum and piss coating my insides.

"Good girl," he said again, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’ve pleased me today."

I looked up at him, my body aching, my mind spinning with the events of the day, but there was no regret. Only the knowledge that I was exactly where I belonged—on my knees, filled with cum, and completely owned by Mark and the men who followed him. I got up and sorted out my panties and dress, I wiped up the cum dribbling down my leg with a tissue and we all went back down to our floor and carried on working as if nothing had happened. My co-workers had no idea I’d just been fucked in the ass by 5 men, swallowed another, and drank my master’s piss. I sat there with a smile on my face, content, awaiting my next instruction, it could be again today, tomorrow, or even the day after. The idea of not knowing when I would be used was exciting. I awaited it in anticipation.