Spank Bank

Spank Bank
by DirtyMindedMom

Julie knocked at the door, afraid they’d be upset with her for being late and holding things up. She decided that she wasn’t going to attend this thing at least fifteen times over the course of the day, but then she changed her mind about it sixteen times. Was it too late to turn back?

“It’s me,” she said just loud enough for someone on the other side to hear.

Helen opened the door, checking the hallway after Julie slipped in to make absolutely sure no one else was around.

“Lock the door,” Tammy, the youngest and blondest of the nurse technicians urged, even though Helen was in the middle of doing just that. Locking the door was a redundant precaution anyway, since the office was already closed up, but the extra measure made the women feel slightly more secure, though not completely relaxed given what they were about to do.

“Sorry, got stuck on the phone with Chatty Cathy from billing at Saints Memorial,” Julie apologized as she pulled a rolling office chair in front of the new big-screen TV that had recently been mounted on the wall of the fairly large, but previously unused, private office.

Like Julie, Helen and Tammy were still in their scrubs. Sharice was wearing a pretty wrap dress with a bold flower print that complimented her ebony skin. Her classy wardrobe choice for this event looked like it provided conveniently easy access to various strategic areas. Friday was her day off, but she’d made a special trip in – Sharice wasn’t about to miss the christening of the new set-up.

Dr. Miranda stood and turned her cell phone off. “Ladies?” She waited until they all checked to make sure theirs were off as well. “Okay,” she said and took a deep breath, surveying the women sitting side-by-side in a tight semi-circle. “You all know why we’re here, and you all know how thoroughly unethical this is, yes?” Her Columbian accent was barely detectable as she used her most professional tone. “If any one of you isn’t sure about participating, now is your chance to opt out.”

She waited. The women exchanged nervous glances, but no one was willing to walk away from this opportunity; not even Julie, despite her many nagging doubts. Tammy twirled a strand of her long hair restlessly. Helen, the senior staffer in the office, sat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot. Julie’s stomach tightened, but when she saw how cool and collected Sharice looked, she was able to convince herself everything would be fine. She’d been wanting to break out of her shell and finally do something adventurous, she just never imagined in a million years that it would be anything like this.

Dr. Miranda nodded, then slipped off her white coat. She was dressed in a pair of plain gray slacks and a fitted, white blouse. This otherwise generic outfit was greatly enhanced by sensuous curves that were invitingly hidden just below the form-fitting fabric. Julie had only ever seen her boss with the coat on. Her impression of her as being simply short and boxy was instantly dispelled. “I don’t need to remind you,” the doctor said as she picked up the remote, “no one is to speak of this to anyone. Not even to each other. What happens in this room must stay in this room. Agreed?”

All the women nodded, Tammy’s tongue sliding back and forth over her lower lip in anticipation.

Dr. Miranda turned on the large TV. “What we have is everything from the past three days.” She leaned over a laptop and typed in a password. “Technical problems resulted in Monday and Tuesday not being recorded, but I corrected the problems and so we have the raw data from Wednesday on.”

Julie thought it was funny how she referred to it as “data.” She shifted in her seat, feeling a trickle of sweat running down her side. Her nerves were on a keen edge after the buildup to this moment. Between the shocking series of discoveries made around the office less than a month ago, to the seemingly insane solution proposed by Dr. Miranda, it had been a crazy few weeks. But this had to be the craziest day of all.

“Helen, the lights.” Once the lights were off, the doctor hit a button and an image appeared on the TV. Some of the women actually gasped.

“Okay, here we go,” Sharice said with enthusiasm, eliciting a few giggles, including one from the normally stoic Dr. Miranda.

Julie felt dizzy as she stared at the man on the screen. Tyler Hammon. She was the one who processed him this past Wednesday morning. He had been uneasy, and a little embarrassed, like most of the men they dealt with every day. She remembered thinking how handsome he was, and regretting that he was one of the married clients. Not that she would have had the guts to flirt with him if he wasn’t. Dr. Miranda pressed play and the image started moving. Julie’s eyes were glued to the screen, so she didn’t see her boss taking her seat at the end of the row next to her.

Tyler paced around the tiny production room. He flipped through a couple magazines on the table, then consulted a printout near the video monitor. After a few moments fiddling with the remote, he sat on the large faux-leather easy chair. The women watching this were silent, and Julie could swear the temperature in the room had risen perceptibly in the last minute.

Tyler watched the video monitor briefly before his hand moved to his crotch. One of the women made a low “mmm hmm” sound at that. A few seconds later, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.

“Sweet Lord alive, that’s what I’m talking about,” Sharice hummed, but there were no giggles this time.

Julie leaned forward, even though there was really no need. The video quality was excellent. None of that usual grainy, colorless surveillance camera imagery here. Dr. Miranda certainly hadn’t skimped on the hardware budget for this little project. Julie held her breath as Tyler wrapped his hand around his long and very hard cock. During work hours, she strictly thought of the male organ as a penis, but in this context it was most assuredly a cock.

“Look at him go,” Tammy said in an awed whisper to no one in particular. “Just like that…”

“Grip it and rip it,” Helen commented wryly. “Once it’s hard, the foreplay is over.”

Julie watched, fascinated by the way his fist worked up and down his shaft so quickly. She obviously knew all about the technical aspects of male masturbation, but she’d never actually witnessed it before. She couldn’t take her eyes away, even though the pang of guilt she felt over violating this man’s privacy told her to do so.

“Remember that it has been at least forty-eight hours since the last time he ejaculated,” Dr. Miranda pointed out. “It’s no surprise he’s so…enthusiastic.”

Julie watched her client vigorously beating off, having no idea he was being recorded. More significantly, having no idea that afterward all the women at the office were going to gather together in a dark room and watch that recording for their own prurient pleasure. Julie felt dirty and more than a little disgusted with herself, but she desperately wanted to see him reach his moment of crisis. She needed to see him cum.

“That is one nice dick,” Helen said, her voice had a slight waver to it.

“Yes,” Dr. Miranda agreed. “Circumcised, seven-plus inches, nicely shaped glans. Potentially quite satisfying.”

Julie’s impression of her boss had gone through a radical series of changes over the weeks leading up to this moment. Even with all that came before, it was still unimaginable that this highly-educated, successful, attractive woman would be involved with something as depraved as this. Julie knew she rightfully should have lost all respect for the doctor, but having such a consummate professional sitting next to her and getting the same illicit pleasure out of spying on a man in the process of performing one of the most private human acts there is only made it all the more exciting. She wondered if the other women’s pussies were beginning to ache the way hers was.

Of course, Julie was supposed to be a professional, too. Instead, she was behaving like a common degenerate chasing after cheap thrills at a seedy peep show. She tried to take solace from being in the company of her colleagues, and that it wasn’t just her. The only problem was that it had recently become starkly clear to her that the entire staff of the Cryolab Fertility Center were a collection of committed female perverts. She couldn’t help but worry that maybe such a disposition was a self-selecting prerequisite for any woman who sought out a career in a sperm bank collecting semen all day.

Tyler made a quick reach for the specimen cup.

“Here it comes,” Sharice announced, wiggling in her seat to my right.

He slid off the chair onto his knees, still jerking his cock fast and hard. The camera angle was looking down from up high, so the women had an excellent view of the action. Tyler held the cup under the head of his penis and gave himself four strong pulls. Thick white fluid poured out into the waiting cup.

“Oh, yum,” Tammy uttered with hushed delight.

“Nicely done, sir,” Helen added lustily.

“Four point three milliliters.” Dr. Miranda stood and moved to the laptop. “Provocatively above average.”

Julie would have wondered how the doctor remembered the precise output of a client from three days ago if she hadn’t been so engrossed in watching the man milk the last few drops from his cock, then dab himself off with a tissue, before setting the specimen cup aside and falling back into the chair like a rag doll.

Dr. Miranda hit fast forward and Tyler’s penis shrunk in a matter of two seconds, which got a few laughs. He put his limp penis away, zipped up, tucked in, and left.

“Hey, there I am!” Tammy squealed, oddly excited to see herself on TV.

We watched her move around the room in fast-forward double time wiping down all the surfaces, emptying the wastebasket with the soiled tissues, and disinfecting the remote. The room was empty for a time, then a black man was shown in.

“Now we talking.” Sharice sat up in her seat. “Get ready for some chocolate thunder, girls.”

Dr. Miranda sat back down next to Julie, placing her hand softly on her knee as she leaned in close. “Are you all right?”

Julie nodded and offered an ambiguous smile.

“Mr. Hammon was rather handsome. Did you enjoy watching him masturbate to completion?”

Julie knew a nod wasn’t going to satisfy her boss a second time. “Yes,” she whispered. “Very much.” Julie was more than a little surprised to find that she wasn’t just saying that to be polite; she meant it.

“Good, I’m glad.” Dr. Miranda patted Julie’s knee before sitting back and turning her attention to the man on the screen about to take down his pants.

“Let’s go,” Sharice egged him on, “show these skinny white bitches what they been missing.”

Julie had never slept with a black man, nor even seen one naked. She’d heard all the rumors and was interested in seeing if her imagination did them justice.

“Antonne De- something or other,” Tammy offered. “Potential donor.”

“Come to Momma,” Sharice held her arms out to the TV. With his pants down to his ankles, Antonne stood up straight revealing his erection. “Oh, hell no!” Sharice protested.

The women tried to stifle their giggles. Dr. Miranda interjected.

“Circumcised, marked curvature to the left, approximately…” she leaned forward and squinted, “five and a half inches.”

“More like chocolate wonder,” Helen quipped, “as in ‘I wonder where the rest of his penis went.’”

Everyone except Sharice was laughing at that.

“It’s only ‘cause his junk is all crooked,” Sharice insisted. “Straighten that boy out and he got at least…oh, who the fuck am I fooling? Six piddly inches tops.”

“That’s about average,” Julie said with a shrug, still happy to be seeing her first black cock.

“Not when you trying to represent, it ain’t.” Sharice crossed her arms over her generous bosom and leaned back in a huff.

Julie was interested to see that Antonne remained standing and took a hold of his cock with an overhand grip. It looked very odd to her, but she was intrigued, having no idea what kind of variations men might use when pleasuring themselves. Antonne, for instance, didn’t appear to need either the magazines or videos the center provided for “inspiration.” His lips were moving, but she couldn’t hear anything.

“Turn up the sound,” Helen requested.

“Sorry, no audio,” Dr. Miranda explained. “I’ll install microphones over the weekend,” she promised.

We all watched quietly for the next minute, everyone fixated on the masturbating man. Occasionally he’d tip his head back, his lips continuing to move as he stroked. Julie was worried he might spot the camera, but obviously that didn’t happen or this party wouldn’t be going on.

“It may not be big,” Sharice grumbled, “but he sure is enjoying the hell out of what the good Lord gave him.”

“I think it’s cute,” Tammy piped up. “And he looks a little like Usher, doesn’t he?”

She was right, he did, Julie thought. “How great would it be to see Usher jerking off?” she said aloud without really meaning to.

“I bet he’s packing more pipe than this wankster.” Sharice adjusted her dress, fidgeting with the sash.

Less than a minute later, Antonne was going for the specimen cup. The first spurt overshot the cup and landed on the arm of the chair. He aimed more carefully and captured the rest in the plastic receptacle.

“That helps explain his less than average production,” Dr. Miranda observed as she got up to fast forward to the next victim of their voyeuristic tour.

Antonne quickly put himself together and exited, and Tammy once again appeared to do her thing.

“Oops,” Tammy squeaked.

Seconds later, Helen pointed excitedly at the screen and yelled, “Rewind! Play that part again.”

“No!” Tammy begged, covering her face.

Dr. Miranda had a wicked grin on her face as she backed the recording up and let it play at normal speed. Tammy was cleaning as before, but then she noticed the errant spurt of semen that had landed on the arm of the chair. She quickly moved over and locked the door.

“Oh no, girl, don’t tell me…” Sharice was practically vibrating next to me.

Tammy was still covering her face and shaking her head. On the screen she went and knelt down next to the chair. She seemed to be sniffing the little puddle of pearly ejaculate. Julie had a pretty good idea what was going to happen next. When Dr. Miranda was trying to enlist Julie into this immoral cabal, she had filled her in on the unspeakable thing Tammy had been caught doing a couple weeks earlier. Nonetheless, it was still shocking for her to see Tammy duck her head down and lick up the spent cum from the arm of the chair. Helen and Sharice both jumped out of their seats.

“No you didn’t!” Sharice wailed.

“And I thought I was the freak around here!” Helen said, giving Tammy a big pat on the back.

“You are one nasty bitch.” Sharice said this as high praise and saluted before sitting back down.

“I guess I totally forgot about the cameras.” Tammy took her hands away from her face, and even in the dim light it was obvious she was blushing crimson. “I don’t even really remember doing that. It was just force of habit.”

“And a very interesting habit it is,” Dr. Miranda said knowingly before moving the video forward again until a well-built young man entered the room. Everyone suddenly perked up.

“There’s my boy.” Helen clapped like a tittering schoolgirl. “Jacob Manichezk. High school valedictorian, starting first baseman at the university, frat boy, and all around sexy beast.” She didn’t need to introduce this client, they all knew exactly who he was and always tried to find an excuse to be up at the front desk where Sharice worked when he came in. “Not only is he a star athlete, but he’s our star donor. This kid won the genetic lottery. More women are getting knocked up with this baby boy’s spermcicles than the next two most popular donors combined.”

Helen drummed her knees excitedly, ready for the show to start. Julie was as eager to see Jacob perform as everyone else, but she was a bit surprised that Helen was as pumped up as she was since she’d seen him do this before. In fact, it was the whole reason they were all in that room doing what they were doing.

As part of their earlier conversation, Dr. Mariana confided in Julie how shocked she was when she found Helen in the small storage closet in the back of the records room looking through a peephole into one of the supposedly private rooms. But it wasn’t that Helen was spying on a client producing a sample while she masturbated that shocked the doctor, it was that she had discovered the peephole that the Dr. Mariana had installed with the intention of using it herself for that very purpose. Apparently they both had an abiding interest in observing Mr. Manichezk with the same lascivious intent. In an unspoken agreement, the two women shared the peephole that day, taking turns watching this young man energetically provide himself with manual release while they did the same to themselves from their secret vantage. And that secret would have most likely remained between just the two of them had it not been for Dr. Mariana uncovering Tammy’s disturbing habit.

“Hold onto your panties, everyone, wait till you see this.” Helen waved her hands when the subject began unbuttoning his shirt. “Shh, shh, shh, quiet,” she scolded even though no one was making any noise.

Jacob hung his shirt on the hook by the door. He had well-defined abs and his pecs were developed to just the right specifications for maximum sex appeal. Julie wasn’t sure if he had a naturally hairless chest or if he shaved. Either way, the effect it had on her was impossible to deny. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the building pressure down there.

“Look, look, look,” Helen said pointing, her voice barely above a raspy whisper.

Jacob next removed his pants, folding them and setting them on one of the small side tables. He did a circuit of the tiny room in just his socks and boxer-briefs, stretching his arm, flexing his neck and shoulder muscles as if he was loosening up for a turn at bat. The high-definition TV allowed Julie to see the strong lines of his legs, prompting her to imagine the kind of pure physical power this boy was capable of. She felt a little silly for thinking of him as a boy when she was probably only four years older than him, but still…

“Time to get down to business, sweetie pie.” Helen’s eyes were wide with exhilaration. Even though she’d seen him before, it was only through a small hole in the wall that provided a limited angle of view. Julie knew this because she had inspected the peephole herself – when the room was empty, of course.

What struck Julie more was that Helen had a son of her own who was just about Jacob’s age. Was it wrong for her to be so sexually enamored with someone when she was old enough to be his mother? Julie abandoned that line of thought when she reminded herself that it was one-hundred percent wrong what all of them were doing in that darkened, locked room, regardless of age.

“Check it out, he’s going to get totally naked,” Helen continued with her play-by-play commentary.

Jacob pulled down his undershorts next, give them a front-row view of his finely sculpted ass. Julie was never one to go ga-ga over a guy’s rear end, but she could suddenly see the appeal when they looked as good as that one did.

“Wait, watch…” Helen grabbed Tammy’s wrist, making sure she was paying attention.

Jacob laid his underwear on top of his pants, then bent over again and removed his socks.

“There, I told you! Completely fucking naked!”

He went to his shirt and pulled something out of the pocket, then turned around. The assembled ladies were treated to their first look at the young man’s penis. It was fully erect and standing proudly with only a slight bob as he spread a towel down on the cushion of the chair and seated himself.

“Uncircumcised,” Dr. Mariana began, her voice sounding slightly hoarse, “subtle veining, slight upward curvature, but otherwise perfectly straight.” She cleared her throat before going on. “Large, symmetrical testicles, shorn scrotum, and just over eight inches in length, maybe eight and a half.”

“And thick…” Julie murmured, mesmerized.

“Yes,” Dr. Mariana concurred. “The girth is substantial. Potentially painful for less experienced vaginas. A perfect fit for others…”

Julie felt an unreasonable twinge of jealousy at her boss’s implication that her pussy would be a better fit than Julie’s. She shook her head in an effort to clear such foolish thoughts. What kind of kinky Cinderella metaphor was she creating in her twisted mind? This naked prince charming didn’t belong to anyone here, least of all her.

“That’s what I call representing,” Tammy said, directing the jab at Sharice who instead of firing off a comeback, fidgeted with her dress some more – pulling here, tugging there.

Jacob, meanwhile, had unfolded the item he’d taken from his shirt pocket and set it on the arm of the chair – just about at the spot where sweet, little Tammy had slurped up a stranger’s expended gob of jizz. It appeared to be a picture of something, or more likely someone, but it was bent up at the center so the image was blocked from the camera. Was it a photo of his girlfriend? Maybe his ex-girlfriend, Julie posited optimistically.

He gazed at the picture for a few long moments, then took a firm hold of his hard, thick shaft. His fist moved slowly in short strokes.

“That’s it, sweetie pie, take your time.” Helen no longer seemed aware that there were other people in the room with her. “We have all night.”

As entrancing as it was, Julie was having a hard time staying focused on Jacob’s cock. Her eyes would roam up over the contours of his abs, across his smooth chest, and up to his handsome face. Not only handsome, but cast in an expression of needful longing as his eyes searched the obscured photo. He was beautiful in a way that only a man could be.

She mentally took a step back and gave herself a reality check. Tammy, the sexy sprite, was certainly more his type, Julie thought. It was entirely likely he’d never even noticed the slightly too tall, slightly too clumsy, much too plain nurse who barely had time to do anything with her non-descript brown hair other than pull it back in a ponytail, much less put on makeup. The only slight advantage she had over the little blond sex kitten was that Julie’s boobs were more than a cup size bigger. But she knew that wasn’t enough to win her any prizes. At least not one like the prize she was staring at on the TV screen in front of her.

Jacob’s pace had picked up some. His hand was making longer strokes. Each time his fist moved downward, the motion pulled his foreskin in the same direction. The head of his cock partially made an appearance between each stroke, playing a tantalizing game of peek-a-boo with the rapt ladies who were invading his privacy. Julie waited anxiously for his cockhead, which she could see was already moist with pre-cum, to pop out completely and reveal itself in all its masculine glory.

The room was eerily quiet. The ache between her legs had become a palpable throb. This kind of thing never really happened to her, at least not since she was a hormonal teenager floundering her way through puberty. Julie pulled her attention away from the screen briefly and looked around.

At the far end, Helen sat with her legs apart in a less than ladylike manner. Because of the shifting light from the TV, Julie wasn’t sure if that was a wet spot showing through the older woman’s scrubs or if it was just a shadow. Next to her, Tammy had her hands tucked between her closed thighs high up near her crotch. She was leaning in toward Jacob’s image, her lips parted as if waiting to catch his cum when the time came. Sharice sat silently between Tammy and Julie. At first glance it might have seemed like she was once again adjusting her dress, but a closer look revealed that she was rubbing a thumb over one of the soft points that had risen up near the center of each of her voluminous breasts.

Julie looked to her left, moving her head slowly so as not to draw attention. Dr. Mariana sat straight in her chair, legs crossed; proper but at ease. All that betrayed her was the way she was biting her thumb as she watched her top seller lovingly manipulate his cock. Julie was almost certain she could detect her boss’s tongue playing back and forth over the tip of that thumb. None of the others appeared to be immune to the powerful biological responses that Julie was feeling.

She brought her attention back to the screen and felt her face flush with heat. Jacob was masturbating with a sure, steady rhythm. His expression had become more determined. His chest rose and fell with the effort. He reached his free hand down and began to fondle his clean-shaven balls. Julie let out an involuntary sigh. She could feel the eyes on her.

“Um,” she began with a nervous chuckle. “I might need to excuse myself and make a quick run to the ladies room.” The awkward jest didn’t provoke any laughs.

“Julie,” Dr. Mariana said in her friendly boss voice, “if you’re feeling the need to masturbate, there’s no need for you to leave the room.”

Julie thought she detected a predatory leer on the doctor’s face, but it may have just been a trick of the light.

“Oh, ha ha, no…I was just kidding.” Julie’s words didn’t convince anyone, not even herself.

Everyone turned back to the screen. After what couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds, Julie detected movement to her right. She glanced over to see Helen slipping her hand down the front of her scrubs. Julie saw Tammy noticing the same thing, but pretending not to. Sharice looked over, then turned to Julie. Their eyes met, neither sure how to react. Sharice simply shrugged, looked back at the TV and pulled the top of her dress aside, uncovering one her substantial, yet braless, breasts. She pinched her dark nipple, which sat slightly off center in the midst of a huge areola, pulling and twisting at the same time, apparently not bothered that Julie was seeing it all.

Julie was a little frightened by what was happening, but also incredibly turned on by it. Never had she been around women so feverishly aroused that they would touch themselves in ways that she only ever dared do alone in her bedroom, under the covers, with the lights off. When she looked to see what Helen was doing, Julie saw that Tammy had also parted her legs and was openly rubbing her crotch through her scrubs. From the way Helen’s hand was moving between her legs, it was clear she was sliding her fingers in and out of herself. If that wasn’t enough, Sharice now had her other breast exposed and was mercilessly tugging at both her nipples.

The other women kept their eyes forward, staring at Jacob and his gorgeous cock while they touched themselves. Julie was the only one breaking the unspoken rules of the game by watching what the others were doing. She turned to Dr. Mariana, half expecting her to put a stop to this before it went too far. It became instantly obvious that wasn’t going to happen.

Julie’s mouth fell open when she saw that her boss had her slacks pulled down to her knees, along with her lacy black panties. Her immaculately manicured fingernails combed through her neatly trimmed, but thick, tuft of pubic hair. She opened her legs, then moved her fingers down to gently toy with the area around her clitoris. She hadn’t known exactly what to expect when she agreed to attend this little party, but it most certainly wasn’t seeing Dr. Mariana play with her naked pussy.

When she used two fingers to splay her outer labia apart, giving Julie a clear view of the tip of her boss’s engorged clit, she knew she’d been caught looking too long. Without turning away from the screen, Dr. Mariana smiled and whispered, “Go ahead, Julie, join us. I know you want to.” She then tapped a fingertip against her stiff nub and visibly shuddered at the resulting sensations it produced.

The rest of the women had apparently taken their cue from the boss. Helen had her scrubs down around her ankles. She had a tight hold of her plain, white underwear and was pulling them up so that the crotch was wedged along the center of her slit, wild untamed pubic hair showed to left and right. Julie had never seen anything like it in her life. Helen shifted the fabric back and forth, her forearm straining with the effort, as she roughly groped one of her tits through her top.

Tammy’s hand was now inside her pants, but as Julie watched, she lifted her butt and slid them down. She rubbed herself a few times, before pulling her tiny pink thong to the side. The sexy sprite was completely bald down there, as Julie suspected she would be. Her fingers dipped into her obviously wet hole and came out glistening with juices. These she licked and sucked off of her fingers, before going back to rubbing herself without any clothing hindering the contact between her fingers and her pussy.

Sharice had apparently had a better idea of what this night might entail, because not only did she not bother with a bra, but she also left her panties at home. The reason Julie knew this was because the sash of her dress had been undone, leaving Sharice’s sumptuous body completely exposed. She was slouched down in her chair with both hands between her legs as she kneaded her whole vulva like it was a pliable mass of dark bread dough. Her index fingers ran down along the thickest part of her outer lips, and her thumbs were pressed across her mound. Kinky black hair curled up between each of her fingers as she worked herself.

Before, Julie had been self-conscious because she thought she was the only one getting aroused, now she was painfully conscious of being the only one not giving in and servicing herself in some fashion. She decided to start small and then maybe figure out what to do from there. She pulled the top of her scrubs up over her head, leaving her in just a boring, pale blue, padded bra. She tucked her top under the chair, hesitating for a moment to see if anyone noticed. No one appeared to be paying attention to her.

Julie fixed her eyes on the screen like the rest of them and reached around behind her for the clasp. Jacob was still stroking himself. She knew he often took longer to make a deposit than many of the other clients, now she knew why. He wasn’t just rubbing one out as quick as he could; he was actually taking the time to fully enjoy the experience. Her bra came free and she let it slide to the floor between her feet.

The cool air felt good on her nipples. She hadn’t realized how sweaty she had gotten. Her skin shimmered in the electronic glow. Julie squeezed her breasts, caressing them lightly. The feeling was familiar, yet strange in this alien environment. Only a few people had ever seen her tits, and suddenly that number had doubled in the past few seconds. She gently tweaked her nipples, trying to focus on herself and Jacob, not whatever else was going on around her. This she was managing to do until she heard a soft moan to her left.

Dr. Mariana was now leaned back, no longer sitting prim and proper. Her blouse was open, and her tits had been pulled out over the top of her bra. Julie hadn’t expected the smaller woman to have bigger boobs than she did, but there they were. Each of her mocha breasts was topped with a tiny brown nipple. Her fingers were strumming easily back and forth over the top part of her pussy. She was making herself feel good, but wasn’t trying to cum yet. Julie looked away when the object of her gaze turned her head.

“It’s okay, Julie, you can look,” Dr. Mariana said softly. “I want you to look.”

Julie turned back to see her boss smiling at her, her fingers still at work between her legs.

“You…you have great body,” Julie stammered, feeling the need to say something.

“So do you.” The doctor’s eyes moved over Julie’s naked torso. “I like your breasts. Full, but perky.” She closed her eyes for a moment as she pressed down against her clit and held her hand there for a second or two. “Are you going to let us see your cunt, or are you too shy?”

Hearing this respected professional use the word cunt did something unexpected for Julia. She had always hated that word, no matter the context it was used in, but coming from Dr. Mariana’s lips it had an erotic quality unlike anything she had ever heard.

“You really want to see my…”

“Say it,” Dr. Mariana whispered.

“…my cunt?”

“I dearly want to see your cunt, Julie. Take your pants off and masturbate with us.” She spread her outer lips again, intentionally drawing her nurse’s attention there. Julie could see that her inner lips had swollen, the edges showing darker, fading to an alluring pink deeper in. Julie had never inspected her own genitals as intimately as she was currently doing with the vagina of the woman she worked for. “Look around. No one here is going to judge you.”

Julie glanced around once again.

Helen was completely naked. If she had any insecurities about her middle-aged body, they weren’t in evidence. She wasn’t in bad shape, but her belly was a little rounder, her hips a little wider, and her boobs a little more saggy than the others. She had three fingers crammed into her pussy and was working her way toward a fourth.

“Helen’s going to be fisting herself before the night is over,” Dr. Mariana commented. Julie hadn’t heard the word fisting used like that before, but she had no trouble figuring out what it must mean.

Tammy had pulled down her thong and had her legs spread as wide as space allowed. Her scrubs and the tank-top she was wearing underneath were pulled up around her neck. Her tits were barely more than two slight swells on her chest, with conical nipples only a tad darker than her pale skin. She was fixated on Jacob like a starving she-wolf. The pert blonde alternated between smacking her bare pussy with three or four sharp slaps, and plunging her fingers into her hole then feeding herself the juices she came out with.

“That Tammy has an oral fixation like no one I’ve ever known.” The doctor’s voice was becoming husky. “My hypothesis is that she would most likely excel at cunnilingus.”

Sharice was in her own little world. She had pushed one of her heavy breasts upward and was busily sucking her own nipple, occasionally releasing and giving it a few flicks with her tongue, before sucking it back up again. Her other hand was at work mauling her pussy. She was pinching her clit along with all the dark pussy meat around it and pulling until it all slipped out of her grip. She’d then grab it all up again, a stretch herself to the limit once more. It looked strange, but clearly she was getting a great deal of satisfaction from it.

“One woman’s pain is another woman’s pleasure,” Dr. Mariana said as Julie wondered what it must feel like to be able to suckle your own nipples. “And then there’s me.”

Dr. Mariana shimmied her slacks and panties down all the way. She then sat up so she could remove her blouse and bra. She proudly displayed her naked body, not shrinking from Julie’s unblinking gaze. She turned her chair to face her comparatively modest employee. Leaning back, she lifted her legs, hooking her elbows behind her knees, opening herself up completely to unfettered examination. She smiled, showing off her perfect teeth in the dim light, conspicuously stimulated by whatever feeling putting herself on display in that vulgar pose gave her.

“A smart, successful woman. One of the top fertility specialists in the city. Owner of highly regarded clinic. The last thing anyone would ever accuse me of is being an inveterate peeping Tom. You never suspected I spent a portion of each day spying on men jerking off and fingering myself to orgasm, did you? It would be ludicrous to suppose that I would not only install a twenty-thousand dollar hidden camera system in order to record my clients, but then also share those recordings with my employees in the hopes that they would succumb to their passions and masturbate themselves in front of me.” Dr. Mariana placed her hands on either side of her pussy and opened herself as wide as she comfortably could. “No one would believe you if you told them I had spread my cunt for you like this, or that I let you watch me finger my own asshole.”

She slipped a finger deep into her pussy, swirling it around, then drawing it out. Dr. Mariana then moved her hand lower, touching her anus. Julie knew she should be repulsed by all of this, but she was shamefully spellbound. She sucked in a breath when her boss slowly penetrated her own asshole with the self-lubricated finger, pushing past the first knuckle, then the second, and down to the third. For some strange reason, Julie was salivating.

Dr. Mariana nodded toward the other side of the circle. “You’re not going to want to miss this.”

Julie reluctantly tore her eyes away, and looked once again to her right. Helen had indeed managed to jam her entire fist into her own pussy. Tammy was up with one knee on the seat of the chair, grinding her pussy down against the hard plastic arm rest, while she pinched and pulled both her puffy nipples. Sharice had the two middle fingers of her left hand buried in her hole, while she brutally manhandled her clit with her right. All of them were panting and moaning, holding themselves at the very precipice of orgasm.

“Here he goes!” Helen called out. “He’s going to cum! Shoot it for us, baby boy! Let us see that big, fat, juicy load.”

Julie could just barely make out Tammy chanting “Fuck me, Jacob. Fuck me, Jacob,” again and again under her breath as she wantonly humped the chair.

On the screen, Jacob’s body was tense. His leg muscles bulged; his right arm was taut; his face was no longer serene, but distorted with a sublime form of mounting distress. His fist had become a blur. He jacked his big cock madly, causing it to jerk up and down with every furious stroke. It was by far the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. The only thing that even came close was what she had just witnessed her boss doing next to her just moments before.

“C’mon, boy, let me see that sweet, sweet baby cream,” Sharice coaxed enticingly.

Instead of reaching for the cup at the critical moment, Jacob thrust his hips upward, his whole body straining, his balls gripped tightly in his left hand, and shot his load. It jetted from his cock with alarming speed and force. The first spurt landed on his left cheek – he had turned his head moments before as if expecting this result. The next reached his throat. Two following spurts came down on his chest. Julie thought that would be the end of it, but he pumped out three more powerful ropes of sperm-infused semen onto his flat belly.

At the same time this was happening, Helen let out a guttural groan, twisted her fist inside her vagina, and began bucking like a woman possessed. The sounds coming out of her were indistinguishable from those made by a suffering animal. Julie knew that part of it might be that she’d had to remain strictly silent while she was spying on her boy crush through the peephole, so this must be a welcomed treat to let loose without holding anything back.

Tammy, by contrast, was emitting a high-pitched whine that was more likely to be interpreted as anything but orgasmic pleasure. Nonetheless, from the way her body was shivering and convulsing, it was clear she was riding out a fantastic climax. Julie could only gawk in amazement and wonder if she would ever reach such heights of ecstasy.

Next to Julie, Sharice was hitting her own peak. She fucked herself with her fingers as fast as her arm could move, and was tugging on her clit and everything around it just as rapidly. “Oh, Lord,” she moaned toward the ceiling. “Look at that boy cum, Jesus. Look at that big cock cum! Oh Lord Jesus, I’m coming home! I’m coming home, sweet baby Jesus! I’m coming! Lord, I am coming!” She let out a sharp bark, the something like a keening howl forced through clenched teeth.

The cacophony of three women bring themselves to orgasm more or less at the same time, combined with the sight of Jacob on the big screen lying slack with cum covering him from cheek to groin, made Julie’s pussy clench with a craving need like it never had before. Even so, she was hesitant to take the next necessary step. Then she took one more look at the screen and saw something that pushed her over the line.

Julie quickly stood up, yanking down her scrubs and her cute butterfly panties all at once. Instead of sitting back down, she moved forward, stepping out of the clothes she’d just shed. She was naked and she didn’t even care. Her eyes homed in on the one thing that captivated her like nothing else ever had. She widened her stance and moved her hand down to her pussy. It was soaked, which pleased her instead of being a source of embarrassment, as it would normally be for her. She parted her lips and quickly located the stiff kernel of her womanhood.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighed, and began to rub small circles around her clit.

Jacob appeared to be dozing as his breathing slowed by increments while the seconds passed. He held his huge cock in his hand. What had her rapt with carnal infatuation, was his unsheathed cockhead. She couldn’t have given an explanation why it fascinated her the way it did, or why the sight of this small bit of male anatomy could propel her to the depths that it had. All that mattered was making herself cum as she stared at that magnificent crown of manly flesh.

“I love it,” she said, speaking low. “I want it. So bad.” Her hand was moving quicker. “I want to feel it on my face. I want to kiss it, and lick it, and suck it. I want to feel it in my mouth.” She added a second finger on her clit and went even faster, bending her knees to open herself up more. “I love his cock so much. I want to taste it. Please let me taste your big, beautiful cock.” Her words had become something between a moan and a whimpering plea. Julie began to bounce slightly as she desperately fingered her clit. Her free hand circled over her tummy.

“I want it inside me. I want his cock in my pussy.” Her indecent babble became more plaintive. She clenched the hand that was roving over her middle, grasping the small amount to belly fat she had there. She tightened her grip on that fistful of flesh. Julie didn’t understand it, but doing this had always comforted her ever since she was a little girl. The only time she did it now that she was older was when she was alone and on the verge of an orgasm.

“I love it so fucking much.” Her eyes devoured every curve and ridge of Jacob’s cockhead. She admired the way the tip narrowed just the right amount so that it remained blunt, but would gently part her pussy lips as it penetrated her. The fine slit of the urethral orifice was mysteriously alluring to her in a sense that she never thought possible. “I want to put my tongue there. Let me lick it. Please, let me lick you there.”

Julie opened her mouth, extending her tongue then moving it around in the air as if she were actually licking the cockhead that had enthralled her so. She could almost feel it on her tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” She licked faster. “Oh, fuck, put it in me!” The world narrowed to include nothing but her clit, her tongue, and the head of Jacob’s exceptional cock. “Ooooooh, fuuuuuuck!”

Julie had orgasmed before, many times, most often they were self-induced, but it was never anything like this. Her body went numb everywhere except for her pussy. She dropped to her knees, frantically trying to fathom the sensations she was experiencing. Before she could, those feeling burst into life like a sensory supernova that suffused her entire body almost instantly. She had no control over the sounds she was making or her movements. Julie was completely at the mercy of her pussy and the sexual fission it was producing in every nerve in every part of her.

Gradually, the spasms ebbed and her vision cleared. There was a noise she couldn’t identify, then she became aware that it was clapping. Her co-workers were there, behind her, applauding. She shook her head trying to clear the haze, but it only made her dizzy. What had she just done? Her mind raced, but got nowhere.

She was naked in front of everyone at her job. Her boss had just watched her masturbate to a screaming orgasm. All the while leading up to it, she had been mumbling things about that guy’s cock. His unbelievably beguiling cock. She was sure she was going to die on the spot of humiliation. But, after a few moments, she was still alive.

Not only was she alive, but she was inexplicably a little bit proud of herself. And there was clapping. She turned around to see Helen, Tammy, and Sharice applauding her show-stopping performance.

“It’s about time you pulled that stick out of your ass and let your freak flag fly,” Helen laughed. She was sitting with her legs wide open, unconcerned about the lewdness of showing her gaping pussy off to anyone who cared to look.

“Yay, Julie!” Tammy cheered, her chest still flushed red from her own climax.

“You sure enough got it on, girl,” Sharice chimed in, shaking her head with a huge shit-eating grin.

Julie ran her hands all up and down her body, feeling everything twice as intensely as normal. Every part of her was more sensitive than ever. On the screen just a few feet in front of her, Jacob’s cockhead had retreated back within its hood. It took her a moment to sort out what he was doing, then she saw that he was scooping the semen from his body and transferring it to the specimen cup.

“Hey, he’s not supposed to do it that way,” Tammy objected.

“Don’t matter how he do it, long as he gets it done. Right, Julie?” Sharice playfully nudged her bare bottom with a foot.

“That’s probably why he shaves his chest and all his pubic hair. He doesn’t want to get any mixed in with the sample.” Julie toyed with her nipples, not concerned about anyone seeing her do it. “He likes the feeling of cumming on himself.”

The women watched attentively until he capped the specimen cup and finished getting dressed.

“Julie.” It was Dr. Mariana’s voice. “Would you do me a favor and stand up? Now turn to face me. Good, now just stay right there for a moment.”

Dr. Mariana was still sitting in her chair, but now had her feet flat on the floor. The others seemed to just be noticing for the first time that their no-nonsense boss was completely naked. They were as intrigued with her body as Julie had been.

“Everyone has achieved orgasm,” she stated, “except for me.”

“Oh, um…” Julie wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “Do you want me to rewind…or fast forward?”

“No,” Dr. Mariana said before Julie could make a move to the laptop. “Watching the boys was very titillating – the investment in these cameras will pay dividends for a long time to come – but you’ve put me in the mood for something else.”

“Something else?” Julie echoed, becoming increasingly aware of her nakedness as her boss hungrily eyed her.

“Julie, I would very much like to see your cunt.”

Tammy brought a hand to her mouth to cover her giggle. Sharice grunted in surprise, and Helen just smirked, moving a hand lazily toward her crotch.

“Really? Right now?” Her mind scrambled for a diplomatic way to get out of doing what was being asked of her.

“This is something I’ve been thinking about ever since I hired you. To tell the truth, it had a lot to do with why I hired you in the first place.” Dr. Mariana licked the tip of her finger and massaged her clit with it. “I didn’t actually expect anything to ever come of it, but now here we are. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I passed up this opportunity.”

“I’m nothing special,” Julie demurred, becoming more and more uneasy about being the center of attention.

“That’s what makes you interesting,” Dr. Mariana said seductively as she lightly caressed her vulva. “Move your hands aside, please.”

Julie hadn’t realized she had been shielding her pussy with her hands. She complied with the doctor’s request without questioning it. She silently chided herself for not standing up for herself.

“Nice little landing strip you’ve got there. Have you cleared a lot of pilots for access to your runway?”

It took a second for Julie to puzzle out the reference. “Oh…um, no. I’ve only had two boyfriends.”

Dr. Mariana squeezed her shaven (or more likely waxed, Julie thought) outer lips together, making them look invitingly plump. “Does that mean you’ve only had sex with two men?”

“I guess so, yeah.” Tammy may have been the youngest, but there was no doubt that Julie was the least experienced. “I just…” She trailed off not knowing how to justify her lack of sex partners.

“Are you a lesbian?” Dr. Mariana asked point blank.

“No!” Julie answered too fast. Her eyes darted down to her boss’s naked pussy and felt her pulse quicken. “At least, I don’t think so.”

“C’mon, Doc, you saw how she went all crazy over that boy.” Sharice came to her rescue. “This girl obviously loves her some cock.”

Dr. Mariana nodded thoughtfully she sent another appraising eye over Julie’s body. “Probably true. But you know as well as anyone, Sharice, that we needn’t restrict ourselves to only one of the many options available to us all.” She parted her pussy suggestively as she said this.

“I hear that,” Sharice gave witness.

“Julie,” Dr. Mariana’s tone was gentle but carried a note of authority, “would you squat for me?”

“Ah,” Julie hedged, “I don’t really know if…”

“Please.”

This was a very difficult situation for someone who had a very hard time saying no. Julie shifted her weight from foot to for, then lowered herself into a squat. She was tempted to try to keep her knees together, but she knew that was what was being asked of her. Julie rested her forearms on the tops of her outstretched thighs knowing her dreadful secret was about to become common knowledge around the office where she has to come to work every day.

“Is that…?” Dr. Mariana sat up and leaned forward, squinting in an effort to peer through the shadows. “Is that your labia minora?”

Julie’s cheeks burned. She turned her head away, was unable to speak. Dr. Mariana leaned over and plucked something out of the pocket of her white lab coat. There was a click and the beam from her powerful pen light shined on Julie’s reddened belly. She moved the beam lower.

“Now how in the hell does that happen?” Sharice blurted out. “A skinny white girl like you with piss flaps like a pair of elephant ears hanging down out of your business like that.”

“Elephant ears is an exaggeration, to be sure,” Dr. Mariana said, holding the light steady between Julie’s open legs. “But they are extremely prominent.”

“I’m saving up for the surgery to reduce them,” Julie lied. She was deeply embarrassed by her excessively large pussy lips, but at the same time she adored playing with them, and often did so while admiring them in a mirror.

“Labiaplasty?” Dr. Mariana sounded aghast. “Julie, don’t you dare allow yourself to be mutilated like that. What you have is a beautiful gift. You’ll only regret altering your natural self in order to fit a false ideal of what a woman is supposed to look like.”

This was exactly the conclusion Julie had come to after years of struggling with this very intimate body issue. Dr. Mariana’s words gave her confidence in her convictions, but it didn’t alleviate the discomfort of the gaping stares she was receiving.

While the doctor was talking, Helen had moved to take Julie’s seat in order to get a better look.

“Geez, Louise,” she exclaimed as she sat down and spread her legs. “Those are some serious meat curtains, lady!” Helen received a warning slap on the leg from Sharice. “What? It’s not like she doesn’t know. For what it’s worth, I think they’re sexy as hell. Wish I had something like that to grab onto at night.” Helen plucked at her own fleshy inner lips as she continued to admire Julie’s meat curtains.

“Julie, would you mind lying back and spreading yourself for us?” Dr. Mariana’s even tone made the request sound like she was asking Julie for something as innocent as running to get her a cup of coffee.

“I…I thought we were here to watch the men masturbating,” Julie deflected with a nervous laugh.

“We are,” Dr. Mariana wasn’t going to be put off so easily, “but the rest of us have opened up and shared ourselves with the others.” She gestured to the women on her right. Helen’s legs were open and she was still groping herself. Sharice’s legs had remained spread ever since she undid her dress. Tammy parted her legs wider, demonstrating just how uninhibited she was – which was no great challenge given the perfect little pussy she was blessed with. And, of course, Dr. Mariana had explicitly demonstrated her willingness to expose herself in something approaching gynecological detail. “This is a safe space, Julie. There’s no need to hold back.”

Julie knew there was an argument to be made, but for the life of her she couldn’t think of it. Dr. Mariana made showing off her most private parts to her co-workers like it was perfectly reasonable. She moved from a squat to a sitting position, then leaned back onto her elbows.

“Good. Now let’s see that fantastic cunt of yours. Open your legs, Julie, nice and wide.”

Dr. Mariana was a woman accustomed to getting what she wanted. Julie opened her legs after only a moment’s hesitation. If it was solely up to her, she never would have done this, even though there was a tiny part of her that wanted to do it. Having her boss “order” her to behave like a brazen slut took the burden off of her. After all, none of this perversion was her idea, she was only following instructions.

“Mmm hmm,” Sharice hummed, “don’t mind if I do.” She stayed focused on Julie’s crotch, slipped two fingers back into her own hole and started masturbating again.

“Spread those big, beautiful cunt lips for me.” Dr. Mariana was actively rubbing her clit with one hand while holding the tiny spotlight on Julie’s pussy with the other.

Julie, attempting to keep her fingers from trembling, parted her lips. The wash of humiliation was counterbalanced by the rush of adrenaline that the erotic demand instigated. Julie haltingly moved her hand down between her legs. She used two finger to delicately part her overly large labia, gently pressing the harp-shaped flaps of pink flesh to the left and right, fully eclipsing her outer lips. She felt herself blushing intensely and hoped the low lighting in the room would hide it. She silently reprimanded herself. Why did she agree to any of this in the first place?

Julie knew that she was a smart girl. She was easy to get along with, didn’t have any bad habits to speak of, was a kind and giving person, and though she didn’t consider herself pretty she felt she at least qualified as cute most days. Despite these qualities, she was very single. Single to the point where during one of her rare dark moments she gave up on ever meeting someone who wanted to be with her. It wasn’t until she found herself at the animal shelter for the third weekend in a row seriously considering adopting a cat (or two) to keep her company, that she suddenly saw her whole life laid out before her in a montage of stark, loveless scenes that ended with her dying alone and unfulfilled. It was at that moment that she decided it was time for a change.

She had worked so hard to always do the right thing at the right time in the right way. And where had it gotten her? An okay job, an okay apartment, and a not okay social life. She’d had some good friends in college, but they all went off to live their lives somewhere and had become nothing more than a collection of Facebook profiles. She was so worried about doing everything right, but this couldn’t be the “right” way to do your life. Julie woke up to the fact that no one ever had a great story about that time they didn’t go to the party and studied instead. Or about how they met their soul mate by curling up on the sofa with a good book. The pathetic truth was Julie didn’t have a single story worth telling. And it wasn’t that her life was boring, she finally admitted, it was that she herself was boring. Julie smoothed her index finger over her splayed pussy lips as her naked boss and co-workers followed her every move with lasciviously curious eyes. Well, she thought, I finally have a good story, only it’s one that I can’t ever tell to anyone!

“Magnificent,” Dr. Mariana breathed as she rubbed her clit faster. She was having trouble holding the light steady. “Remember the position I was in earlier? I want to see you like that.”

“Really?” Julie winced. Stepping out of your comfort zone was one thing, but this was getting ridiculous. “I don’t know if that would be a good idea.”

“Don’t be afraid,” Tammy encouraged her from the peanut gallery. “It’s no big deal.” She popped out of her seat. “Here, I’ll do it with you.”

Tammy got down on the floor next to Julie, rolled back and raised her legs, hooking her elbows behind her knees as Dr. Mariana had earlier. Surprisingly, Julie realized that having Tammy next to her did help make it a little easier. She pulled her legs up and assumed the position. It was undeniably degrading, but also somewhat exhilarating to be objectified as a sexual curiosity.

“Fuck, yes.” Dr. Mariana grunted. “Now spread you cunts, both of you.”

The two nurses did as they were instructed. What a contrast the two of us must make, Julie thought. Me with my huge floppy lips, and Tammy with her petite little petals. Julie wasn’t intending to do anything more than what was asked of her, but when the horny blond vixen next to her started playing with her clit, Julie couldn’t resist following her lead.

“Oh, that’s good, ladies. Don’t stop.” Dr. Mariana was working herself hard with both hands and rotating her hips in rhythm. Julie had never known that her boss was into women, but maybe that’s what drew the good doctor to this field in the first place. Creepy when that’s the motivation for a man to go into gynecology, but kind of hot when it’s a woman. Still a bit creepy, but not quite in the same way.

“Aw, you bitches are going to make me do like this, is that it?” Sharice was back to playing with herself again.

All the women were once again actively masturbating, but instead of watching video of their clients jerking off, they were watching each other. There was none of the shyness from earlier. No more stealing peeks at one another and hoping no one noticed. Each of them was proudly displaying her pussy and shamelessly touching herself in full view of the others. Julie didn’t know where to look and so her eyes jumped from woman to woman, taking in the individual beauty of her co-workers in turn. Sharice’s tits were more than impressive, and it was clear she took great pleasure from them. Helen’s intensity was infectious. This was a woman who had lived through a lot and knew just what it took to get herself off. Tammy had an adorable figure sheathed in the kind of smooth, flawless skin Julie would have killed for. And then there was Dr. Mariana.

As if she didn’t already have enough going for her, Julie couldn’t get enough of her body. Her dark hair and eyes perfectly complimented her dusky completion. Her breasts were the natural ideal of what every woman who got implants was striving to achieve. The doctor’s areolas were perfect, dark-chocolate circles rising just enough to add an alluring contour to the tips of her breasts. Her flat stomach was evidence that the woman was devoted to her workout routine, and yet there was no sacrifice of curves elsewhere. Julie’s gaze moved, once again, down between her boss’s legs. It was the first time she ever had the urge to touch another woman’s vagina in a non-professional manner. She was afraid to acknowledge it, but it was also the first time she wondered what someone else’s pussy might taste like.

Helen, being the most active, came first, digging her fingers in deep. Sharice soon followed with a happy series of moans. Tammy came quick on her heels, adding her own staccato song of orgasmic expression to the sex noises filling the room. That left Julie and Dr. Mariana.

The two women locked eyes. Julie never felt so exposed as she did in that moment. Yes, she was totally naked there on the floor for all to see, but Dr. Mariana’s eyes laid her bare in a way she hadn’t been before. She somehow knew the unspoken lusts that were roiling within Julie. She could see how much she longed for what she never knew she wanted.

Dr. Mariana’s breaths became shorter and faster. Her expression became one of impending anguish. Her moment of sensual crisis was upon her. “Julie, I’m sor—”

Her orgasm cut her off mid-word. Dr. Mariana’s eyes went wide with a mix of ecstasy and fear. Julie noticed this odd combination, but was too close to her reaching her own climax that she didn’t even try to sort out what it meant. The answer was clear a moment later.

A powerful gush of fluids erupted from Dr. Mariana’s pussy, arcing across the space between her and Julie. Before Julie could react, the spray of female sex juices splashed onto her belly, splattering in all directions. Dr. Mariana let out a keening scream, working her clit so fast her hand was nothing but a blur as another spurt jetted from her cunt onto her stunned employee.

Julie had the sense that she should be thoroughly disgusted by what was happening, but her reaction was to rub her pussy faster. She licked the droplets of lady cum that had fallen on her lips, which brought her to the crest and dropped her over the pinnacle. Julie expelled a bestial grunt and made herself cum, reveling in bodily fluids she’d been showered in. The pungent juices mixed with her own as she worked her fingers moved rapidly between her fat pussy lips. She was acutely aware that she had once again become the focal point of the room, the other women lightly stroking their post-orgasmic pussies as they enjoyed Julie’s fitful solo performance.

Dr. Mariana panted softly. “Julie…I’m sorry…” she said between breaths. “I wasn’t…expecting that…to happen…”

There was a wet path on the industrial-grade carpet that spanned the distance between Dr. Mariana’s feet to between Julie’s outstretched legs. She knew she should probably feel degraded after being doused like she was, but instead it made her feel somehow special, like she had been chosen for an obscene form of baptism.

“It’s rare that I ejaculate,” Dr. Mariana continued, her chest still rising and falling provocatively. “But my orgasmic discharges have never been that…energetic. I should get you something to clean yourself off with.”

Julie waved her off. “Actually, I’m fine like this.”

“You got that right, girl,” Sharice chimed in. “You are fine all over.”

There were smiles and giggles enough to go around.

“Now what?” Tammy asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Have you ladies had enough for one night?” Dr. Mariana remained slouched in her seat, the occasional drip falling to the floor from her soaked pussy.

The women exchanged uncertain glances, knowing what they’d done already should be enough for anyone. Sharice, as usual, was the first one to speak her mind.

“I don’t know about you all, but with all the estrogen floating around up in here I could go for some more cock myself.”

The others nodded in enthusiastic agreement, happy to know that they weren’t the only one who didn’t want the debauchery to end.

“Very well, then.” Dr. Mariana stood. “Let’s see what production room two has to offer.”

When she moved to the laptop, Julie noticed a word in delicate script tattooed on her boss’s left butt cheek. It took a few seconds make out that it was the word “Slut.” Dr. Mariana glanced back and noted where her eyes had settled and patted the spot. “A youthful indiscretion that, contrary to all predictions, I have yet to regret.” She winked, hit play, and moved back to her seat.

Julie returned to her chair as well, but Tammy just spun her body so she was facing the TV screen above her. Dr. Mariana removed the clips holding her hair in place. She always wore it pulled back tight, keeping it strictly clinical at all times. Julie’s heart did a little skip as she watched those dark tresses fall down her back and across her shoulders. This was the last stage in her boss’s transformation from no-nonsense professional to sensual temptress.

A man appeared in the room, garnering everyone’s full attention. He wasn’t much to look at, but the naked audience of female voyeurs quickly discovered that this gentleman might not have been a shower, but he was a hell of a grower.

“Circumcised, pronounced frenulum, a below average circumference of the corpus, but approaching nine inches in length,” Dr. Mariana narrated.

“In other words, the world’s longest pencil dick,” Sharice translated.

The laughter faded as the man gripped his erection and began stroking himself. The women’s hands all made their way to a nipple, a clit, or a hole as they indecently embarked on round three of their unprecedented evening of unbridled lechery.

Julie found she was enjoying the sticky sensation of her boss’s cunt juices drying on her skin and slipped a middle finger into her swollen pussy, searching for her elusive g-spot. She knew things around the office wouldn’t be the same after this. Julie also knew that she would never be the same either. Upon locating the magic spot, she let out a shuddering sigh and leaned back in her chair, already looking forward to the next time they would all get together like this and openly behave like the filthy pigs that they truly were.

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12 thoughts on “Spank Bank

  1. i had to try it. laying here in a hotel room reading this I imagine that the girl at the front desk is watching me on camera. Damn if I didn’t get bare ass and stroke my self until I shot my own load all over my chest. Small amount hit me just under my left eye. Must be the hotels Ac making the room cool but damn it felt like hot thick water. Hell I even ended up with a slight salty taste on my lip. I don’t eat cum and am straight as an arrow. Though my dick has a slight left crook to it. Damn this was hot.

  2. What a hot story! My hands were under my shirt playing with nipples through out the entire story, and, of course, I had to finish myself off at the end! Thank you!

  3. Amazing Rach, just fucking amazing! I have cum so many times reading this, took me a long time to get through it all! I love the perversions the diversity and the banter and acceptance between the women. This is what I would so love to have with a group of women (a group of friends), a open and comfortable, no judgement group to all get off together with, and while watching sexy cocks mmmm God this is my new favourite story. Thank you Rach you wrote this amazingly!! Now I need a drink and a shower!! Xxx

  4. Loved it! Will we learn what Jacob was looking at while he jerked off? Let me add that since I’ve discovered your wonderful blog my fleshlight has been getting a serious workout! ;-)

  5. Brilliantly, as always!
    That’s why we come back here every day :-) Your stories are unbelievably good.
    Where do you get the ideas for all these sexy scenarios from, hihi?
    Thank you so much.
    Markus

  6. Wow!!! What a story. Had no idea where it was going when it started but man did it finish great!! You are awesome Rachael!!

  7. Oh, you. I too was hooked with the mystery…and then when I saw where it was headed I got all hot and bothered.

  8. A very nice story. Well written and paced. A lot of suspense and mystery at the beginning which lasted just long enough to be interesting without overstaying or leaving the reader frustrated.

    Julie is a great, well developed character, (loved her cock-worshiping soliloquy) as is Sharice (a typo made her ‘Shanice’ at one point, though) I laughed about her black penis expectations. People are all so tribal and that was a good, human touch. She’s really fun.

    The Dr., however may be the most interesting character and it made me want more of a peek behind the curtain to see what made her tick. The girlkake all over Julie was erotic as hell. Some of my favorite videos are of women being baptized in girl-cum.

    I loved Tammy’s cum fetish, which did make me wonder, when she asked “now what?” if she was asking permission to lick Dr. Mariana’s cum off of Julie’s body.

    The affirming aspects of the story, for Julie were wonderful. I loved the descriptions of the differences and individual beauty of the women.

    The only slight disappointments I had with the story was a bit of pacing at the end, seeming to flounder slightly, and that we didn’t get more of a description of Helen fisting herself. I freaking love self-fisting. I could read about it all day. ;)

    Thanks so much for the hot story, Rachel.

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