At work I would sit during a quiet moment, sip a coffee and look around at my male colleagues, and imagine them holding me down, ripping of my panties... and taking the turn with me, all of them leaving their sperm inside me, wanting me to have their baby and watching my stomach swell with their f***ed seed. Being dominated like that made me squirm in my seat, my legs crossed and my thighs involuntarily squeezing my poor swollen clitoris, I was wanting to have an orgasm right there in the office. She got down on her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants. She immediately took it down her throat. I reached down and pulled the top of her dress, off her shoulders. She knew what I wanted; I wanted to see those wonderful tits. I love her tits. She pulled it off of them and exposed her DD tits to me. I said to her, “Damn, you are so fucking sexy.” Her eyes met mine and she pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Thank you baby, they are all yours for this weekend. Do anything. Our parents are high-powered executives, and although we have a cleaner, she only does the cleaning and makes the beds. I have to make the suppers each night, except the weekends when we would all go our separate ways, and naturally, we would wind up at a diner, in the early hours of the morning.On many occasions we would be left to our own devices. I can always remember teasing Mike, by lounging about on the pool deck, and wearing a bikini, which left very little to the imagination, and when I. The girls at the table over in the corner were all watching and laughing. I looked back at her and she unbuttoned the top button on a blouse that was already open low enough that I could see a very nice set of young firm B or C cup tits. She was thin, with short brown hair and brown eyes. “Do I win, or do I have to lick each of them when I get back to the house tonight?” “Well, hell, we can’t have THAT!” I said. The waitress looked over at me, rolled her eyes, put her menus down and walked back.