Page 7 of 12 Days

I can feel them wanting me so badly. I spread my legs out, inviting one of the faces down into my crotch. He happily begins lapping at my pussy lips and teasing them. As his tongue graces my pussy, I feel hands up in my hair, breath on my neck, and fingers traveling in circles against my nipples.

Some of them are massaging my calves and feet, while others are admiring my curves, tracing my waist and my hips with their hands pressed into my body. With so many of them, it’s so easy to get lost in the barrage of sensations. My head is leaning back, and my mouth is open, moaning at the sexy as sin guy making out with my pussy.

I take my hand and press his face against me, grinding my hips against his mouth. More hands tighten their grip against my hip bones and I feel them move as I hump his face. He drags his fingers, or somebody does, down my back and I arch it, pushing my pussy further into his face.

I open my eyes briefly to a white ceiling. My face is glistening with sweat and my hairline is just slightly damp. I take my free hand and run it through my hair. I glance around for a moment before feeling my pussy twitch, beckoning for more attention.

I flex my hips up, certain that my panties are drenched with my wetness. My free hand grabs my plump, perky breasts and pulls them out of my top, revealing my rock hard nipples.

I move my hand out of my panties and start groping my bare tits, out for the world to see, wishing one of them—or better yet, all of them—were here to give me a hand. Focusing on that thought, one hand drifts back down and teases my pussy lips as I drift off again.

I close my eyes again to see bare chests and defined arms all around me. My fingers plunge into me as I imagine a thick, hard cock sliding into my slippery little slut hole. I cry out in pleasure as he humps at my pussy, our skin touching as he inserts himself fully.

The tip of his cock is right at my cervix and I feel my legs lifted by other arms, letting him slam into me harder. I’m lifted into the air by several of them as one of them fucks me with all he has, just relentlessly pounding into my pussy. I ache and throb at each thrust, just continuously begging for more—harder, faster fucking.

Each plea is granted, and I’m fucked hard and fast by several men taking their turn and share of my cunt. I’m fucked hard enough that my head starts to spin. Thinking about sharing my little hole with all of them in the same setting really has me going.

I flash my thoughts back into my heated little scene. As I’m being fucked, one guy comes down to my ass, spreads my cheeks and forces his tongue against my asshole.

Holy fuck. Having them all on me, feeling me up, holding me down, pleasing me in every way possible...I don’t know how to handle all of it.

Every touch, every breath, every thrust sends me further into a heightened sense of pleasure. I’m flying on the feeling of being a fuck toy for all of them and I can’t help but squeal every time I picture a new cock entering my pussy.

My hand is completely covered, saturated in my own sticky juices while I’m entertaining the idea of a gangbang in my head. As I shove my fingers in and out of my pussy and gyrate my hips, forcing myself onto my fingers as hard as I can, I feel myself growing tense. I’m full of passion and pleasure and I’m on the verge of spilling over.

I open my eyes and stare in front of myself. I see my legs spread wide open, my cunt exposed to the empty room.

There’s a small puddle of my pussy’s nectar under me, and my tits are bouncing about as I finger myself intensely to the thought of being pleased by a boardroom full of young, attractive men with perfect, gigantic cocks.

Suddenly, I remember I’m in a waiting room. I’m adjacent to the men I’m fantasizing about. If they came in right now, they’d see me like this, splayed out and ready to fuck. That thought alone is fucking thrilling and so, so tempting. The vision and the sensations of their touches just feels so real for me.

I look into the mirror straight ahead. It’s almost like I wish they could see me. I imagine them taking their cocks out and coming all over my while I finger fuck myself.

Looking in the mirror, I see a slut in front of me and I fucking love it. I don’t know where all this is coming from, this isn’t like me, but I can’t get enough. I don’t want this feeling to end. I’ve never been one for anything crazy, and feeling the potential of a wild, passionate sex scene starring yours truly feels so wrong, but in such a fucking perfect way.

After I’ve captured a good image of the girl staring back at me, I smile and force my head up and almost scream out with pleasure.

I cry and pant as I’m enraptured in a warm, tingling sensation that pulses through my body from head to toe. All my muscles tense, and in slow succession, they relax as I gush cum all over this expensive leather couch and squirt onto the coffee table in front of me.

I throw my arms onto the back of the couch, arch my back, and throw my legs into the air, panting hard as my pussy explodes onto the furniture. As the rush of my climax fades, I lower my feet to the floor. I prop myself up onto the cum-covered couch and slowly lift my entire body up.

I stand still for a moment, composing myself and processing what I just did and why. As I calm down and let the reality of it all set in, I decide to grab a pack of travel wipes from my purse and do my best to clean up the...evidence? I wipe myself off, wipe the couch down, and oh, right, the coffee table too.

Holy shit. I just masturbated to thoughts of the twelve men I’m conspiring against.

What the fuck is going on with me?

I finish wiping everything off and I watch as the wetness from the furniture slowly dissipates. I turn back to the mirror and start fixing my hair, which is a fucking wreck. I step up to the mirror closely, and I can hear just a faint conversation.

Is it the TV? Okay, no, it’s on mute and there’s captions. Is it people talking outside? I walk over to the door and crack it open. Nothing. This is puzzling.

I shake it off and walk back to the mirror. They should be calling me back any moment if I’m guessing correctly, and I can’t be off my game.

As I’m teasing my hair with my fingers, I notice a black speck on the mirror in front of my face. I go to wipe it away with my finger and notice something odd about my reflection. My fingertip is reflecting an overlap—there’s no gap between my fingernail and the reflection at all.

Oh. Mother fuck. I know what’s wrong here. I know where the chatter was coming from. And now I’m mortified. I don’t know how to breathe. I don’t know how to blink. I don’t know how to move my legs.

I just gave the board room a full show. This isn’t just a reflective piece of glass, it’s a fucking two-way mirror.

They got to see me masturbating.

They saw everything: my breasts, my pussy, my fingering, my squirting. I have no idea how to handle this, or myself. I feel and see my entire body blush. I’m on fire. My cheeks are hot to the touch. I take one of my lovely little wipes and pat my face as I figure out what the fuck I’m gonna do.

I take a deep breath and go sit back on the couch and wait quietly. Because I know they’re going to be rushing through that door any minute now and I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.

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