Yvonne’s Office Fantasy

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Just for the record, the people portrayed in this story are fantasy characters.
The office is real. The first names are real. The events and actions of the
characters are not.

This story is intended to be read only as a fun, erotic fantasy. Aside
from a few, non-identifying details to make the story more entertaining for
select readers, Yvonne has NOT — in any way — divulged any confidential,
personal information about the people in her office.
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The seven men around the big restaurant table had gone through the plan one last time. Everyone seemed satisfied that it would work. Duane said, “I think it’s time to take a vote. Does anyone else have any more discussion?”

“We’re short a man,” Theresa’s husband said. “I thought we agree each of the women would get two.”

Duane replied, “There is a man at the office who would take part, I’m certain of that.” Laughing, he added, “If not, we can always recruit a janitor.”

Theresa’s hubby was less than amused at the idea that luck of the draw could put a janitor’s cock in wife. “Well,” he said cautiously, “I’m sure we can recruit someone…um…more appropriate…to take part in the festivities, Duane.”

“Good! If there’s no other discussion, will all those in favor of proceeding please vote ‘yes’ by raising your right hand.”

Theresa’s husband and Duane immediately put their hands in the air…followed quickly by Officers Logan and Pankowitz, and the three Canon service technicians.

“It’s unanimous,” Duane said. “We’ll gather Wednesday morning — ‘Hump Day!’ — at the Canon van parked in front of the office building.”

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Once an idea has sprouted into a plan, it’s often hard to remember exactly where the original seed came from. So it was with this plan.

The seed might have been Yvonne’s email to Duane, describing the sexual flirtation that often took place with the guys from Canon.

Or, it might have been the youngest of the copier techs, who made the off-hand remark that “if I hadn’t been worried I’d end up trying to handle all four of those women at once, I’d have jumped any of their sexy bones.”

Whatever it was that truly set things in motion, the fanciful passing thought had germinated to idea…and the unlikely idea had sprouted to plan. Now, that plan was about to yield a harvest of action.

As plans go, was simplicity itself. Duane would join the three service techs, posing as a Canon rep — all of them there to install the four new copiers the office had ordered. The two police officers would show up a few minutes later, ostensibly to talk to the copier crew about where the van was parked. And, shortly after that, Theresa’s husband would stop by on the pretense of trading cars with her.

Once all of them were gathered, the women would see their flirtations come to an unexpected fruition!

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The women in the office were a tempting — make that compelling — group of females to drive such a plan. Each brought her own kind of sexiness to the sexually-fevered mind of this group of men who had put a lot of time and effort into taking part in the fuck-fest.

Yvonne is 37…with a lithe, athletic body…shapely legs and a pretty, round ass. Her small breasts have a perkiness to them that make a man’s hands ache to hole them. Her long blonde hair hangs in soft cascades around her shoulders…and her dark, sensuous eyes are full of life and glaze in arousal.

Diane is about 33, dirty blonde hair that hangs nearly to her nipples. She’s medium build, not thin but deliciously curvy. She has a big thing for men in uniform. The other women tease her that “boy scouts” aren’t safe in her presence, since they wear uniforms.

Theresa is the same age as Yvonne — with shoulder length blonde, and a thin, spare body with small, perky breasts. She’s been married for about 12 years — and her hubby, who quickly joined in on the plan quickly, gravitates toward kinky pleasures.

Lori is about 22, but looks like she’s barely old enough to drive. She can’t buy a drink at a bar without showing her ID every time she orders. She has long, dirty blonde hair. Very thin, with modest breasts that are perfectly proportional to her figure.

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Wednesday morning was a warm, beautiful day — blue skies and sunshine blanketing the city. A perfect day for a gangfuck!

The seven men gathered inside the large Canon van. The youngest of the service techs, Carson, would go up first, to make sure there was nothing unusual going on in the office and that all four women were present.

The last time he had been to the office, the four attractive women had teased him mercilessly! He left with a raging hard on…and stroked his cock for days, fantasizing about fucking the four of them…one after the other. Today, he’d finally get a chance to empty his balls into one of the sluts! He could hardly wait!

The other six sipped coffee from the shop around the corner and waited to hear from the “scout.” Theresa’s husband was dressed for work, Duane was wearing a Canon shirt. The off-duty cops were in full patrol regalia.

Duane’s cell phone beeped, and her looked at the incoming text message: “All here.”

“Gentlemen,” he said to the horny group, “it’s on!”

The two remaining Canon reps, Jared and Brad, along with Duane, who was dressed as one, piled out and unloaded the four new copiers onto carts. They were massive units — slightly over five feet long and about about 40 inches wide and 48 inches tall. The cartons they were packed in were the perfect dimension to serve as crucial props for the plan.

Carson came back from his scouting mission, and the four “service techs” rolled the carts through the front door and into the freight elevator.