greetings!

This was so not listed in the job description. 

Late nights, over 60-hour weeks, and a less than stellar work life balance were your new normal. Ever since starting your new job, you found yourself spending more time at the office instead of your apartment, and it was exhausting. But this was your dream job, working in one of the leading financial services companies in the world, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Well, maybe a less demanding role with a 50% raise. Then, considerations could be made. Until then, you’d stick it out and deal with whatever came your way. 

One late Friday night, after everyone left, you found yourself still staring at your double monitor, trying in vain to get ahead for the next week. Drumming your finger on the desk, you took another sip of your water bottle and got up to stretch. As you sat back down, you looked at the time: 8:00 pm. Sighing, you continued your tasks and vowed to leave no later than 9pm today in a feeble attempt to establish a work-life boundary. Just as you were focusing and starting to get back into the zone, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Still here? It’s Friday night.”

You turned your head, and you were greeted with the all-too-familiar sight of your boss behind you. Ah yes, the reason you worked late, and the person you spent the most time with. Sometimes, you’d work with him late into the night, him being the only company you’d get. He was good company, offering good advice and good conversation. Recently, there had been an influx of deadlines and work, and you had found yourself spending more time than usual at the office, working late into the night, right in the eyesight of your boss (and slight crush) Toto. He was an attractive man: tall, muscular, and very handsome. His clothes were always perfectly fitting, as if he walked right off a magazine cover. It made late nights a little better, having some eye candy to admire. But making a move? That was out of the question. Most likely, he had a wife, two kids, and you were not about to risk your job to become a home-wrecker.

“Just trying to get ahead for the next week. What’s got you still here, Toto?”

“Presentation for the earnings call. Got slammed with calls earlier on and this has to be done before Monday morning.”

You shifted in your seat, leaning back and quickly eyeing him up. He was wearing a crisp blue button-down, tailored navy trousers, and you could see the top 2 buttons of his shirt were undone. It was so wrong to be eyeing him like this, to be thinking about what he looked like underneath those clothes. 

“Wanna order? I haven’t had dinner yet. Is Chinese okay?”

“I’ll never turn it down.”

He handed you his phone and you added your desired items to the cart before you gave him his phone back.

“Let me know how much I owe you and I’ll venmo or Zelle you,” you said as he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied as he walked away. “I’ll ping you when it’s here, you can join me in my office.”

About half an hour later, the familiar Microsoft Teams notification rang through on your laptop. You glanced over it, where it read,

Food’s here, you can come pick it up in my office. 

You walked over to his office , where he had already dug in and was eating his meal. 

“Hungry?” You joked as you closed the door before grabbing your food and heading back to the door. 

“Starving. You can stay if you’d like. No need to eat dinner on your own,” he said as he gestured for you to sit down with him. 

You smiled as you thanked him, before sitting in the cushy chairs in front of his desk. As you ate your food, you struck up casual conversation, talking about your personal lives and hobbies. You found yourself eagerly listening as he talked about his time in motorsports, how it shaped his career path, and how he still enjoys going to races every so often. It helped that you were also a fan of F1, and you understood all the terminology he used.

“Have you ever been to a race?” He asked as he sipped on his water.

“Not yet, haven’t found the time. A bit torn on whether my first race should be Spa, Zandvoort, or if I should stay domestic and just fly down to Miami.”

“Zandvoort’s atmosphere is incredible and so is Spa’s. Miami is excellent for a vacation.”

“Not helpful at all,” you quipped as you smirked. “You’re affirming them all, and I needed a tie break answer.”

Toto chuckled as you started eating again, giving him a smile. He looked so good like this, relaxed and personable yet still quietly confident. As the two of you kept eating, you shared conversation, which somehow managed to flow to your love life, or lack thereof. 

“No partner?” Toto asked, his eyebrow raised when you mentioned your painfully single status. “By choice or…”

“Just happened. It’s not by choice, but my lifestyle just doesn’t allow for it. Plus, seems that every man I’ve been with ends up an asshole, insecure, or worse, both. I’d rather be single than deal with that.”

“Fair point. Just seemed strange you never mentioned anyone, and curiosity got the best of me,” he replied as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his gorgeous, muscular forearms. 

“What about you?” You asked, leaning forward and shifting in your seat. “Is there a Mrs. Wolff in the picture?”

“Not for me. It’s the same thing with me as it is for you, though the assholes and insecurity don’t show up as much. The lifestyle is what puts them off.”

You shook your head and leaned back in your chair. No way that was the reason he wasn’t in a relationship. 

“Lifestyle? Nothing an Outlook calendar can’t fix. Speaking of which, I’ve got to get back to work.”

“So soon? I was enjoying the conversation and company,” he said, his eyes locked on yours. “And the food, too.”

You met his gaze, shrugging off your blazer to make yourself more comfortable as you found yourself staying later than expected. You could have sworn you saw him clench his jaw, but that must have been your imagination.

“Good to know I wasn’t alone in enjoying the company, I could have said the same thing about you,” you replied, a hint of seduction in your voice as your foot slipped out of its heel and brushed against his leg. Silently, you prayed that you were reading this situation correctly and not overstepping. 

“Never. It’s always been a pleasure, you make late nights bearable,” he purred, his hand inching closer towards yours, just barely ghosting the top of it. “But if this is what I think you’re trying to initiate, are you sure about this?”

You nodded as you stood up and strutted to his desk, perching yourself on the corner. 

“Absolutely,” you said, and he came over to you and captured your lips in a kiss. 

His hands ghosted down your sides as he deepened the kiss, pushing his chest closer to yours. Large hands ran up your back as he held you close, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your legs instinctively parted to let him in closer and he pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Let me take this off, schatzi, hm? I need to see this gorgeous body,” Toto purred as his hands undid the buttons on your shirt. 

He pulled off your shirt, tossing it to the floor as his hands cupped your breasts over your skin-toned bra. You moaned as his hands played with your body, and  you blushed as he undid your bra. Your bare breasts were now fully on display, nipples hardening as the cool air in the office hit them. His pupils were blown at the sight of your body being revealed to him, and you could feel yourself becoming more bashful under his intense gaze. Toto leaned in, placing delicate kisses along your collarbone as your eyes fluttered closed. His lips were invigorating; it felt as if every place he touched was set on fire. Your body craved more; you needed more from him. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as his lips trailed up your neck, nibbling at the base of your ear. “Just like that.”

“How is that, schatzi? Is this what you’ve wanted?” He purred as he pressed himself into you. “Such a pretty thing, always staying late, was that just to get my attention?”

You nodded, legs wrapping around his waist as he cupped your chin in his hand. Tilting your chin up, he softly chuckled,

“You’ve got my attention now, sweetheart. What have you thought about in that pretty head of yours?”

“Everything, Toto. I want you,” you murmured as he softly nipped your neck, kissing up and down, before nibbling your earlobe. “Oh my God…”

He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, casting it to the floor as he kissed you again, this time with more intensity. His lips nipped and sucked on yours as you felt your arousal pool in your panties. Your hands roamed his muscular back and chest, feeling the taut muscles. God, he was absolutely gorgeous. 

Toto undid your trousers, and he helped you out of them, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. He knelt down in front of you, letting your legs rest on his shoulders. 

“Pretty panties,” he remarked as he laid kisses up your inner thighs. “So soft, so perfect. I want to taste you, schatzi; I want to taste that sweet pussy.”

Your cheeks burned as your brain processed that he was mere inches away from your pussy, separated only by a piece of cotton fabric with a bow on it. Toto’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and his fingertips brushed the waistband of your panties. 

“May I?” He asked, his eyes pleading with you for your permission.

“Yes, oh my God, yes,” you breathed, and he tugged down your panties in one fell swoop, letting them join the garments that had already been discarded. 

Toto placed a gentle kiss to your soaked pussy before placing soft kitten licks to it, tasting every drop you had to give. His tongue moved expertly as his lips sucked on your clit and folds. Your hand tangled in his hair as he devoured your pussy, eating it as if wad his last meal. He moaned into your soft folds as his hands pushed your thighs further apart. 

“Mmm yes, fuck, right there!” You moaned as his lips sucked on your clit again, and he swirled his tongue around it. 

Your hand tangled in his hair as he ate you out, treating you as if you were the fist thing he’d eaten in weeks. His large hands gripped your supple thighs, moaning into you as he drank you up. Your hips rocked onto his mouth, desperately craving more from him. He smiled against your folds as your legs squeezed his head.

“Oh, schatz, that’s it,” he moaned as you felt your release approach. 

His mouth was heavenly, expertly pleasuring you as your hips ground down onto his tongue. You chased your high, desperately whining for him, and just as that coil was about to burst, you mewled out,

“Fuck, Toto, I’m gonna—ah fuck! Oh my god!”

Your release gushed onto his lips as he worked you down from your high. As your chest rose and fell, he stood up, undid his pants and took out his cock. You moved to sit up, to hopefully get your mouth around that huge dick, but he stopped you.

“Another time, beautiful. I need to have this gorgeous pussy wrapped around my cock,” he said as he dragged his tip through your folds. 

He leaned over you again, chest pressed to yours, and kissed you as he lined himself up with your entrance. Your eyes glanced up at him and he slowly pushed in. The stretch was incredible; he filled you up just right. You’d never felt anything like this before; no man had ever fit so deliciously perfect inside of you. 

“Oh! Fuck yes, it’s so big,” you whined as Toto buried himself in you. 

“Mein Gott, you’re so tight, darling…so perfect.”

He groaned into your ear as his hips started to move, thrusting in and out of you. Each thrust effortlessly hit your cervix, and you couldn’t get enough of it. Your hands dug into his shoulders, clutching onto him as he fucked you against his desk. He moved with confidence, assurance, and the sexiest aura of dominance as his hands caressed your body, setting you on fire with each touch. The thumping of the desk made you pray that there was nobody in the immediate vicinity of the office, hell, you hoped there was nobody on the same floor as you. 

“Fuck, Toto! Oh my God!” You moaned as he drilled himself into you, his hands having a bruising grip on your hips. 

Your hands clawed down his back as Toto hit every sensitive spot in you. His thick cock stuffed you full, and he let out the sexiest deep groans. Pressing his forehead to yours, he pounded into you as he murmured absolute filth to you. Your pussy seemed to get wetter by the second as his thrusts grew more erratic.

“Schatz, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” He groaned.

Toto pulled out of you, and jerking himself off, released all over your stomach and chest. You’d never seen someone release so much, and your eyes widened as you took in the debauched sight. Panting hard, you propped yourself up on your hands and smirked at him,

“Pretty pent up there, hm?”

He chuckled in response, placing a gentle kiss to your lips and tracing his thumb along your bottom lip. Your eyes looked up at him, taking in his gorgeous face, which was mere inches from you.

“You have no idea, beautiful. If you’re still up for it…we can go another round at my apartment?”

“Are you going to show our friends how good you are for me sweetheart?” Oscar asks, lips now stained pink with your lipgloss. “Yes Oscar.” You whisper, eyes fluttering as his thumb sweeps over your cheek. He smiles down at you, “Good. Now bend over, I want you facing them both for me.” A small slap to the cheek follows Oscar’s demands, a whimper escaping your lips at the stinging feeling.

You lower yourself down onto your elbows, back arched and ass up as Oscar stands behind you. Your eyes meet Lando’s, a small smile spreads over his face before he shoots a wink your way. Both boys had removed their shirts and you couldn’t help but admire their physiques, grateful for the defined muscles that came with their career. Their respective bulges were evident, straining against their jeans.

Your eyes trail over Logan as his hand comes to squeeze his aching cock over his clothes, capturing his lip between his teeth at the feeling. You smirk at the sight but your mouth quickly falls open as Oscar’s tongue meets your pussy. Your eyebrows furrow and you moan out at the way he swirls his tongue through your folds, grinding yourself back against his face. He lands a harsh slap against your ass, halting your motions against him.

“She really is so good for you Oscar,” Lando says, slightly breathless at the view before him. You whine at the praise, especially as you feel Oscar smirk against your pussy, his tongue circling your clit. “Want to see you both,” You murmur, pleading with your eyes. Lando and Logan smile, nodding before hastily removing their remaining clothes.

Both boys look beautiful. Logan’s pupils are blown, cheeks flushed and stomach contracting at the feeling of the cold air in the room running over the tip of his cock. His dick rests heavily against his stomach, vein throbbing aggressively, in need of attention. You salivate at the thought of the vein throbbing against your tongue, your pussy clenching around Oscar’s tongue.

“You’re such a little slut aren’t you? Bet you’re thinking about what you could do to my friends ay baby?” Oscar mutters in your ear, his tongue soon replaced by two thick fingers. Your head drops with a moan but Oscar is quick to tangle a hand in your hair, forcing you to lean your head back and look at him. Your legs drop slightly, shaking with exertion already. The new position means Oscar can crane your head up, supported by a large hand under your jaw. A tap to your cheek causes you to open your mouth.

You feel the drip of Oscar’s spit against your tongue, humming at the feeling. “Don’t swallow yet honey, I think our guests should get more involved.” You whine, struggling to keep your mouth open with the moans Oscar’s fingers are forcing out of you. You want to tell him you’re close, but he can already tell, slowing his movements as he feels your walls clench.

Oscar beckons his old Prema friend over first, Logan eagerly joining the two of you. He cups your jaw, delicate in his touch. His hands are warm, causing you to blush as he stares down at you. His spit soon joins Oscar’s, mingling on your tongue. The faint taste of mint from his gum fills your mouth. Your boyfriend’s teammate joins you next. He bites his lip as he stares at you, loose curls sticking to his forehead.

Lando’s pupils are blown, eyes practically black as he lets a slow trickle of his spit enter your mouth. You whimper at the teasing, eyes fluttering as Oscar’s fingers curl against your g-spot again. “Swallow baby, then cum for me. Want the boys to taste how sweet you are.”

Oscar’s words are all it takes for you to tumble over the edge, legs shaking and tears filling your eyes at the feeling of your orgasm. Oscar’s fingers coax you through it, muttering praises in your ear. Had your eyes been open you would’ve seen the way Lando’s thumb swipes at the head of his cock at the sight; or the way Logan wraps his fist around the base of his dick, squeezing in an attempt to stave off the throb of desire.

Oscar gently slides his fingers out of you, glistening with your juices. He brings his fingers up to Lando's lips, his teammate's tongue eagerly lapping up the taste of you. The duo make eye contact as Lando cleans him up, a needy whine leaving your lips at the sight. "Want a taste from the source?" Oscar questions, smirking at the way Lando's eyes light up. "God please." He murmurs, cock throbbing at the thought of getting to taste you.

"Want to feel Lando's tongue on you sweetheart? See if he can make you cum like I can?" Oscar teases, laughing when you nod eagerly, moaning out a desperate plea. You reposition yourself on the edge of the bed, sat with Oscar kneeling behind you. You spread your legs, leaving a sufficient gap for the Brit to slot into. Lando kneels in front of you, large hands forcing your thighs apart as he wastes no time getting his mouth on you. His tongue flicks and sucks as he explores your body. You feel his tongue trace the shape of his driver number against you, the feeling making your thighs clench.

"Baby, you can't leave our other guests unattended." Oscar whispers in your ear, the tickle of his breath sending shivers down your spine. Logan stands next to you, eyes transfixed on the sight of Lando's head between your legs. Your hand sidles up Logan's thigh, your nails raking lightly against his skin. You watch as his cock twitches at the feeling. Logan groans softly as you wrap your hand around him, pumping his cock as Lando easts you out. Oscar leans back, watching his girlfriend interact with his two best friends on the grid. Ridding himself of his remaining clothing, Oscar lazily wraps a fist around his cock, matching the pace of your fist around Logan, wishing his own hand was you.

You moan out loudly as Lando nibbles your clit, head thrown back against your boyfriend's shoulder. His free hand wraps around your neck, slamming his lips to yours. Your tongues clash messily, moans from the both of you mingling in the enclosed space. The weight of Logan's cock combined with the feeling of Lando's tongue and your boyfriend's hands on your neck sends you over the edge for the second time, your legs tightening around Lando's head as he greedily drinks your cum.

Lando sits back on his heels, cock achingly hard and lips glistening with your release. His cheeks are flushed and his curls are messy, sly smirk spreading over his lips as he scans your body. He admires the way your chest is heaving, cheeks tinted pink with the force of the orgasm he gave you. Oscar slips away from behind you, leading Lando back to the couch he was originally seated on. "I want you to make Logan feel good baby, you know how much I like to watch you two together. I think Lando deserves to see it too." Oscar tells you.

You nod at his request, sliding to your knees on the bed as Logan lies in the centre. His hands pull your face to his, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Gonna suck my dick the way you know I like huh?" Logan mutters against your lips, smiling as you confirm your intentions. You trail kisses across his jaw, sucking lightly against his neck as you travel further south. When your mouth ghosts over his belly button Logan's hips thrust towards you with a whine. He guides your head gently towards his cock, holding your hair back to give the other two boys a clear view.

Your soft mouth wraps around the head of his cock and Logan's head lolls back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue swirls around him. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth, groaning as you hollow your cheeks around him. Once he feels your lips travel closer to the base of his cock he begins to thrust harder, relishing in the spit that pools from your mouth and down his balls. The sounds from your mouth are debauched as Logan fucks your face, groaning your name. "You should see Oscar right now Y/N, him and Lando definitely like watching." Logan chuckles teasingly, cock twitching at the vibration of your moan against him.

You shift your eyes over to your boyfriend and his teammate, whimpering at the sight of Oscar with his head thrown back as Lando strokes his cock. You can see that Oscar is still watching you, his own hand wrapped around Lando's dick. The Brit's eyes stare daggers into you, so focused on the way you look with Logan's dick in your mouth that he doesn't notice his shallow thrusts into your boyfriend's hand. Oscar notices the way Logan's breathing gets heavier, the thrusts into your mouth getting faster and faster.

"Stop."

Logan groans in frustration but stops at Oscar's request, remembering the rule that what he says goes. He slides his cock out of your mouth with a pop, thanking you for being so good for him. Oscar joins you on the bed, kissing you once more and tasting the faint tang of Logan on your tongue.

"Want me to fuck you baby? Want the boys to see how well you take my cock in private?" He whispers, hand wrapped around your neck in a show of dominance. "Please Oz, need you so bad." Oscar smirks before instructing the boys to sit at the end of the bed, leaning against the bedframe. Oscar pushes gently on your back, encouraging you to rest on your elbows. He positions himself behind you, gliding his cock through your soaked folds.

"So fucking wet, you like this that much? Being watched?" Oscar muses, sliding the tip of his cock into you, "Always knew you were a slut." He groans, pushing further inside you. You moan at the stretch of his dick, feeling the way he nudges the deepest parts of you as he bottoms out. Each slow thrust of his cock into you causes a sticky sound to emanate through the room, your juices coating Oscar's thighs as he watches himself move inside you. "Only my cock can make you feel like this can't it?" He asks, pulling you against him as he slams himself deep inside you. A hand around your neck holds you to him as his other hand snakes down your stomach to rub your clit, "Tell me baby. Tell me you're mine." Oscar murmurs against your skin.

"I'm yours Oscar, all yours. Only your cock makes me feel like this, only you can fuck me this good." You cry out, walls clenching around your boyfriend at the feeling of his hands on your body. "That's my girl," Oscar moans, "Look what you're doing to the boys." He laughs, pleased by the desperate looks on their faces. Oscar releases his hold on you, letting you fall down to your hands and knees in front of Logan and Lando. His large hands spread your cheeks as he continues to fuck you, a string of saliva meeting where the two of you are joined.

You moan out at the feeling, your orgasm building as Oscar repeatedly slams into your g-spot. "Want you to let the boys cum in your mouth, can you do that for me? Then you can have my cum, sound good sweetheart?" Oscar instructs, a harsh slap landing on your ass when you fail to answer. "Yes Oscar, please, just want your cum." You whine. Logan is the first to act, lifting to his knees so he can slip his cock back into the warmth of your mouth. One moan from you at the actions of your boyfriend triggers Logan's release, his cum coating the back of your throat in thick spurts.

Logan is quick to pull out, cock sensitive from edging himself all night. Lando takes his place, slapping his hard cock against your waiting tongue. You tease him gently, flicking the tip of your tongue into his slit. He moans out at the feeling, sliding his thick cock into your mouth. The tight feeling from the suction around his cock immediately sends him over the edge, thrusting his dick as deep as he can. Ropes of salty cum shoot down your throat, shallow thrusts forcing you to fight the urge to gag. Lando pants heavily, his cock twitching in your mouth with each whimper that bubbles up your throat.

You release Lando from your mouth to tell Oscar how close you are, whining as he thrusts harder and faster. His deft fingers circle your clit, "Cum for me babe, show them how good I make you feel." A loud moan of Oscar's name spills from your lips as your legs shake for the third time that evening, streams of your cum gushing from your pussy with each thrust from Oscar. The bedsheets below you are soaked, Oscar's thighs glistening along with your own. He chases his own orgasm, groaning at the pulsing feeling of your walls around him. "Beg me to fill you baby, want to hear it." Oscar groans in your ear.

"Please Osc, want to feel you cum inside me, need it. Want the boys to see your load dripping out of me, do you want that? Want them to see how you own me." Oscar moans loudly at your words, slamming himself deep inside you as he pumps his load into your pussy. He twitches as he releases his seed inside you, sweaty skin sticking to your own as he leans over you. Oscar pulls out of you before laying back on the bed, encouraging you to sit on his lap. You spread your legs, allowing Logan and Lando to see the way Oscar's cum slides out of you, joining the mess on the bedsheets.

"You two are freaky." Lando laughs as the room falls silent, pants from the four of you echoing.