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"I dread coming to the office everyday".
We were sitting eating our lunch in the common area of our shared office space. Me and the two other women in the office doing our twice weekly eat, gab and gossip session in the lunchroom.
"I thought you loved your job Maggie. Don't tell us you're thinking of leaving," responded Leigh. I would miss you so much."
"No, I'm not leaving. It's just these men in our office. Blue, gray, black. Blue, gray, black. You would think those were the only colors God ever created. There are so many great men's clothes out there in so many great colors. And our guys wear the drabbest dullest colors on the planet. And in the dead of winter it would be nice to look up and see something bright and colorful."
Sasha piped up, "I agree but somehow I don't see any of our guys wearing other colors like yellow or orange."
"or purple or pink," added Leigh.
I laughed, spitting out some of my lunch, "Pink! Oh my god. If one our guys wore a pink shirt I'd drop to my knees and blow him right in the office."
Leigh and Sasha joined me in the biggest belly laugh we had shared in a long while.
"Sorry," started Sasha trying to get her words out between laughs, "I just had this image of you on your knees in front of Hank sucking his little cock while everyone in the office just kept going about their business like nothing unusual was happening."
We all laughed harder. People were starting to look at us disapprovingly.
"And the toughest part of that image for me to complete is not Maggie on her knees sucking cock but Hank wearing a pink shirt," Leigh continued Sasha's line of thought her head falling forward then back, her hand slapping the top of the table.
That was it, we were all wiping tears from our eyes laughing so hard we were unable to talk.
"We're going to hold you to it Maggie," Leigh squeaked out between laughs, "someone wears a pink a shirt and you have to suck his cock."
Our laughter continued, "And we have to watch so we can confirm you followed through," Sasha added.
Our noise level was getting out of hand. The few people at the other end of the lunch room were packing their unfinished lunches and leaving. I leaned into my friends and in a lower voice said, "I'm so sure it won't happen, I will agree to fuck the first guy who wears a pink shirt and you all can watch."
Upping the ante Sasha said "I think you should agree to let him fuck you're tight little ass since you're so sure it isn't going to happen."
"Please. That's my tight little virgin ass to you. Show some respect. No cock will ever pass up that pathway as long as I'm awake to have any say in the matter."
I laughed, Sasha was doubled over, Leigh sat up and said, "You're on. What are the ground rules?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't care, because I will never have to pay up. You decide the rules."
"Okay, enough of this," Sasha interrupted, "Now, before we have to get back to work, tell us all about your 1 wedding adventure on Saturday."
I went through the whole night in every detail, telling them what a nice guy Matt was. Polite, a real gentleman, and more handsome than anyone needs to be. The night was going well. We were having a lot of fun laughing, drinking, and dancing. All night I wandered between not-so-horny and oh-god-fuck-me-now horny mostly because Matt was just so damn gorgeous and also because it had been a month since I'd had a god fucking. It seemed like the night would end rather calmly with me making love to Ricky, my friendly never fail me vibrator. All the heat seemed to have dissipated while saying goodbye to other guests and waiting for our cab. We turned to small talk. The cab drove up. We got in, gave him my address, he starts to pull away and WHAM, Matt is all over me in the back seat. By the time we're outside my place I'm sliding my dress down and Matt is tucking his cock back in his pants while trying to pay the driver. In the elevator, my panties are around my ankles, by the time we reach my floor and Matt's face is dripping in my pussy juices. We don't get past the kitchen before Matt has me bent over the counter ramming me from behind and I'm screaming for more. We were fucking and sucking into the wee hours of the morning on Sunday. In fact, I'm still a little sore in a couple of places and my jaw is a bit stiff. I have to admit, sharing the story did bring a smile to my face and a damp spot to my underwear.
Tom came by and said Leigh was needed so I had to end my story with a promise to continue on Friday, not that there was much more to tell except a few details if they were interested in the minutia of my love making.
I got back to my desk and looked around the office and wondered what each of these guys might be like if any of them decided to wear pink. Hank was an older Asian man who I wouldn't want to ever be naked with but I was pretty certain he would never wear pink. The Lithuanian twins were too "manly" to ever wear pink so I wasn't worried about them other than their aggression in the bedroom may be fun but not for a first anal experience... ouch. I winced just thinking about it. Tom was a handsome guy. I would probably pick him if I had to choose someone, but pink. Not on your life. There was a little too much hockey player in that man to ever be caught wearing pink. The Serb, the Russian, I'm not even sure they would be seen with bursa escort (https://www.sokkan.net/) their wife if she was wearing pink and they wore the most drab colours of everyone. Colton, him maybe. He was of an older generation. Probably old enough to be my father. He had worn red once or twice, and some nice browns, a deep maroon shirt. He might be okay if I had to do it with him, but I seriously doubt at his age that he could keep up with me.
Well, that was my potential stable of would be lovers but when I considered the possibilities, other than on a fluke there may be, may be one guy who would wear pink but I still highly doubted it.
The next three days were the old drab days. More blues, greys and blacks. I went for lunch each day looking at the handsome colorful guys from all the offices around us and sighed several times imagining the distractions they would be if I worked with them. On Friday Sasha, Leigh and I grabbed food and sat in the lunchroom. After the usual small talk Leigh pulled out a piece of paper.
"Here are the ground rules Maggie."
The drabness of our men had been so constant I had already forgotten about the stupid bet.
Maggie's Ground Rules:
1.If any man in the office wears pink, I will get him to ass-fuck me that very day.
2.I will get him to ass fuck me in the teleconference room so Sasha and Leigh are able to watch using the telecom camera and confirm I have complied with rule number one.
3.Should I fail to comply with rule number one I will be forced to give every guy in the office a blow job over the following two weeks.
That was it. I looked up and my two friends had the biggest cheesiest grins I had ever seen them wear. I looked back at the page. No way were they going to win.
"Okay, first, this only applies to the men currently in the office. No new hires. And it must be a decidedly pink shirt, not some shirt with a hint of pink in it."
They looked at each other and nodded. "Sure. That's fair," they agreed.
"Second," I continued, "there has to be a time limit on this. Let's say 2 months?"
They looked at each other. Sasha turned to me and said, "How about 3 months?"
"Okay, 3 months," I said. "And lastly, there has to be some consequence for you two should I win."
They weren't expecting that. "Wait a second. No way."
"Well I can't be the only one with skin in this game."
We all argued a little and they finally agreed in principle but now to decide what.
I finally said, "Well, I have to do something I haven't done before, so it should be the same for you two."
"I've had anal sex," Sasha was quick to point out. "Me too," echoed Leigh.
"More than one guy at a time?" I asked
"Two for me." Was Sasha's quick reply.
"I've done three," Leigh said, adding, "not that I'm bragging or anything."
What have I been doing all my life. I thought I was adventurous in bed. Obviously not. And I smiled at my friends.
"So that would probably take care of multiple blow jobs, having an audience, and double penetration."
"Check, check and check." My two cheeky friends said feeling confident about them getting out of this.
"Bondage? S
We were sitting eating our lunch in the common area of our shared office space. Me and the two other women in the office doing our twice weekly eat, gab and gossip session in the lunchroom.
"I thought you loved your job Maggie. Don't tell us you're thinking of leaving," responded Leigh. I would miss you so much."
"No, I'm not leaving. It's just these men in our office. Blue, gray, black. Blue, gray, black. You would think those were the only colors God ever created. There are so many great men's clothes out there in so many great colors. And our guys wear the drabbest dullest colors on the planet. And in the dead of winter it would be nice to look up and see something bright and colorful."
Sasha piped up, "I agree but somehow I don't see any of our guys wearing other colors like yellow or orange."
"or purple or pink," added Leigh.
I laughed, spitting out some of my lunch, "Pink! Oh my god. If one our guys wore a pink shirt I'd drop to my knees and blow him right in the office."
Leigh and Sasha joined me in the biggest belly laugh we had shared in a long while.
"Sorry," started Sasha trying to get her words out between laughs, "I just had this image of you on your knees in front of Hank sucking his little cock while everyone in the office just kept going about their business like nothing unusual was happening."
We all laughed harder. People were starting to look at us disapprovingly.
"And the toughest part of that image for me to complete is not Maggie on her knees sucking cock but Hank wearing a pink shirt," Leigh continued Sasha's line of thought her head falling forward then back, her hand slapping the top of the table.
That was it, we were all wiping tears from our eyes laughing so hard we were unable to talk.
"We're going to hold you to it Maggie," Leigh squeaked out between laughs, "someone wears a pink a shirt and you have to suck his cock."
Our laughter continued, "And we have to watch so we can confirm you followed through," Sasha added.
Our noise level was getting out of hand. The few people at the other end of the lunch room were packing their unfinished lunches and leaving. I leaned into my friends and in a lower voice said, "I'm so sure it won't happen, I will agree to fuck the first guy who wears a pink shirt and you all can watch."
Upping the ante Sasha said "I think you should agree to let him fuck you're tight little ass since you're so sure it isn't going to happen."
"Please. That's my tight little virgin ass to you. Show some respect. No cock will ever pass up that pathway as long as I'm awake to have any say in the matter."
I laughed, Sasha was doubled over, Leigh sat up and said, "You're on. What are the ground rules?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't care, because I will never have to pay up. You decide the rules."
"Okay, enough of this," Sasha interrupted, "Now, before we have to get back to work, tell us all about your 1 wedding adventure on Saturday."
I went through the whole night in every detail, telling them what a nice guy Matt was. Polite, a real gentleman, and more handsome than anyone needs to be. The night was going well. We were having a lot of fun laughing, drinking, and dancing. All night I wandered between not-so-horny and oh-god-fuck-me-now horny mostly because Matt was just so damn gorgeous and also because it had been a month since I'd had a god fucking. It seemed like the night would end rather calmly with me making love to Ricky, my friendly never fail me vibrator. All the heat seemed to have dissipated while saying goodbye to other guests and waiting for our cab. We turned to small talk. The cab drove up. We got in, gave him my address, he starts to pull away and WHAM, Matt is all over me in the back seat. By the time we're outside my place I'm sliding my dress down and Matt is tucking his cock back in his pants while trying to pay the driver. In the elevator, my panties are around my ankles, by the time we reach my floor and Matt's face is dripping in my pussy juices. We don't get past the kitchen before Matt has me bent over the counter ramming me from behind and I'm screaming for more. We were fucking and sucking into the wee hours of the morning on Sunday. In fact, I'm still a little sore in a couple of places and my jaw is a bit stiff. I have to admit, sharing the story did bring a smile to my face and a damp spot to my underwear.
Tom came by and said Leigh was needed so I had to end my story with a promise to continue on Friday, not that there was much more to tell except a few details if they were interested in the minutia of my love making.
I got back to my desk and looked around the office and wondered what each of these guys might be like if any of them decided to wear pink. Hank was an older Asian man who I wouldn't want to ever be naked with but I was pretty certain he would never wear pink. The Lithuanian twins were too "manly" to ever wear pink so I wasn't worried about them other than their aggression in the bedroom may be fun but not for a first anal experience... ouch. I winced just thinking about it. Tom was a handsome guy. I would probably pick him if I had to choose someone, but pink. Not on your life. There was a little too much hockey player in that man to ever be caught wearing pink. The Serb, the Russian, I'm not even sure they would be seen with bursa escort (https://www.sokkan.net/) their wife if she was wearing pink and they wore the most drab colours of everyone. Colton, him maybe. He was of an older generation. Probably old enough to be my father. He had worn red once or twice, and some nice browns, a deep maroon shirt. He might be okay if I had to do it with him, but I seriously doubt at his age that he could keep up with me.
Well, that was my potential stable of would be lovers but when I considered the possibilities, other than on a fluke there may be, may be one guy who would wear pink but I still highly doubted it.
The next three days were the old drab days. More blues, greys and blacks. I went for lunch each day looking at the handsome colorful guys from all the offices around us and sighed several times imagining the distractions they would be if I worked with them. On Friday Sasha, Leigh and I grabbed food and sat in the lunchroom. After the usual small talk Leigh pulled out a piece of paper.
"Here are the ground rules Maggie."
The drabness of our men had been so constant I had already forgotten about the stupid bet.
Maggie's Ground Rules:
1.If any man in the office wears pink, I will get him to ass-fuck me that very day.
2.I will get him to ass fuck me in the teleconference room so Sasha and Leigh are able to watch using the telecom camera and confirm I have complied with rule number one.
3.Should I fail to comply with rule number one I will be forced to give every guy in the office a blow job over the following two weeks.
That was it. I looked up and my two friends had the biggest cheesiest grins I had ever seen them wear. I looked back at the page. No way were they going to win.
"Okay, first, this only applies to the men currently in the office. No new hires. And it must be a decidedly pink shirt, not some shirt with a hint of pink in it."
They looked at each other and nodded. "Sure. That's fair," they agreed.
"Second," I continued, "there has to be a time limit on this. Let's say 2 months?"
They looked at each other. Sasha turned to me and said, "How about 3 months?"
"Okay, 3 months," I said. "And lastly, there has to be some consequence for you two should I win."
They weren't expecting that. "Wait a second. No way."
"Well I can't be the only one with skin in this game."
We all argued a little and they finally agreed in principle but now to decide what.
I finally said, "Well, I have to do something I haven't done before, so it should be the same for you two."
"I've had anal sex," Sasha was quick to point out. "Me too," echoed Leigh.
"More than one guy at a time?" I asked
"Two for me." Was Sasha's quick reply.
"I've done three," Leigh said, adding, "not that I'm bragging or anything."
What have I been doing all my life. I thought I was adventurous in bed. Obviously not. And I smiled at my friends.
"So that would probably take care of multiple blow jobs, having an audience, and double penetration."
"Check, check and check." My two cheeky friends said feeling confident about them getting out of this.
"Bondage? S