The Ordeal of Pleasure

Emma stood in the center of the main office, her body thrumming with arousal, the dildo buried deep in her slick pussy, its presence a constant tease. Her crotchless panties, miniskirt, and figure-hugging top were a testament to her commitment to Sterling Ventures’ rules, but now, facing Mr. Alexander’s punishment—giving each of the six employees an orgasm in under two minutes using only her body, without cumming herself—she knew she had to be strategic. The team’s eyes—Lila’s sultry smirk, Sophia’s wild glint, Claire’s icy stare, Marcus’s roguish grin, Ethan’s sharp gaze, Julian’s dark edge—burned into her, and Mr. Alexander’s commanding presence behind her set her resolve ablaze. She’d start with the girls; their pleasure would rile the men, making her task easier.

With a slow, deliberate smile, Emma stripped, her fingers unbuttoning her top to reveal her braless breasts, her nipples hard and aching. She slid the miniskirt down her hips, the crotchless panties following, baring her glistening pussy, the dildo still nestled inside. Naked, her body on display, she felt their hunger, her own arousal spiking but her focus razor-sharp. She turned to Claire first, the blonde at the bottom of the hierarchy, her icy demeanor hiding a simmering heat.

Emma approached Claire, who sat on the edge of a desk. Emma knelt between her thighs, her hands sliding up Claire’s legs, parting them to reveal her slick folds. She leaned in, her tongue flicking Claire’s clit, slow at first, then faster, circling with precision. Her fingers grazed Claire’s inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin, while her lips sucked gently, drawing a sharp gasp. Emma’s tongue danced, plunging into Claire’s pussy, then back to her clit, her pace relentless. Claire’s hands gripped the desk, her moans rising, and in just under a minute, her body convulsed, her pussy clenching as she came hard, her juices coating Emma’s lips. Emma pulled back, her breath quick, her own pussy throbbing around the dildo, but she fought the urge to cum, her discipline holding.

Next was Sophia, leaning against a filing cabinet, her wild eyes daring Emma to impress. Emma stood, pressing her naked body against Sophia’s, her breasts brushing Sophia’s sweater. She slid a hand under Sophia’s skirt, finding her wet and ready, no panties in sight. Emma’s fingers slipped inside, curling to hit Sophia’s G-spot, while her thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles. Her other hand pinched Sophia’s nipple through her sweater, twisting just enough to draw a moan. Emma’s lips grazed Sophia’s neck as her fingers pumped faster. Sophia’s hips bucked, her wild energy unleashed, and in a minute, she shattered, her pussy gushing over Emma’s hand, her cry echoing in the office. Emma’s clit pulsed, the dildo’s pressure nearly overwhelming, but she gritted her teeth, denying herself release.

Lila was last among the girls, her sultry smirk a challenge. She reclined on a conference table, her blazer open, skirt gone, her pussy bare and glistening. Emma climbed onto the table, her own arousal a screaming temptation as she positioned herself between Lila’s thighs. But Lila shook her head, gesturing for something more. Emma understood, shifting to straddle Lila’s thigh, their pussies aligning, the dildo still inside her. They scissored, Emma’s slick folds grinding against Lila’s, the dildo shifting with each thrust, driving her dangerously close to the edge. Lila’s hands gripped Emma’s hips, guiding their rhythm, their clits rubbing together, slick and hot. Emma’s moans mingled with Lila’s, her body screaming to cum, her pussy clenching around the dildo, but she fought it, focusing on Lila’s rising gasps. Just under two minutes, Lila arched, her orgasm crashing through her, her juices mixing with Emma’s, coating their thighs. Emma trembled, her own climax so close she nearly lost control, but she pulled back, panting, her resolve intact.

The girls sated, Emma turned to the men—Marcus, Ethan, Julian—whose cocks strained against their pants, their eyes dark with need. An idea sparked, bold and efficient. She knelt before them, her hands deftly unzipping their trousers, freeing their hard cocks in unison. Six minutes total, two per man, and she’d make it count. She started with Marcus, her lips wrapping around his thick shaft, sucking deep, her tongue swirling the tip as her hand stroked his base. Simultaneously, she gripped Ethan’s cock, her fingers pumping in rhythm, her thumb teasing his slit. Julian got her thigh, her legs parted to let his cock slide between her slick skin, a thighjob that made him groan. She rotated, her mouth moving to Ethan, her hand to Julian, her thigh to Marcus, her pace relentless. She sucked, blew, stroked, and squeezed, her lips tight, her hands firm, her thighs slick with her own wetness. The dildo shifted inside her, her pussy screaming for release, but she focused, swallowing their precum, her moans vibrating against their cocks.

After a grueling, breathless stretch, Marcus came first, his hot load shooting down her throat, followed by Ethan, then Julian, their cum thick and salty, filling her mouth. Emma swallowed every drop, her body trembling, her pussy dripping around the dildo, her climax denied but her task complete.

Mr. Alexander stepped forward, his smirk one of approval. “Well done, Emma,” he said, his voice a velvet command. “You managed it within the time allotted.”

Emma, still kneeling, her body slick with sweat and juices, looked up at him, her voice husky with need. “Mr. Alexander, may I cum now?” she asked, her pussy aching, her submission absolute.

He nodded, his eyes glinting. “You may.”

Emma didn’t hesitate. She pulled the dildo from her pussy, its slick surface gleaming, and fucked herself with it right there on the office floor. Her fingers worked her clit, her hips bucking, the team’s eyes on her as she chased release. With a cry, she came, her pussy gushing, her orgasm crashing through her, leaving her trembling in a pool of her own juices, mingled with the team’s. The team dispersed, returning to their desks, leaving Emma sprawled, panting, her body spent but triumphant.