A Passionate Employee Ch. 04/05

Weeks have passed since my first night with Pierrick and Benedicte. It was at the end of December and I had to switch from this torrid night to the end of year festivities, Christmas with my family, New Year's Eve with my friends. Because of my new life, I hadn't seen most of my friends in a long time, and it felt like I was travelling back in time. Six months ago, I was still living with my parents, I was still a student, I was going out and partying a lot, and my sex life was almost non-existing. It was a time where I was not assuming my physical needs, and when I was celebrating the new year with my friends, I was once again that ordinary and uptight girl I used to be. So, I hope you won't mind if I skip that part of my life, my sex life is certainly more interesting now.

January was rather calm for me, partially because the work I'm given is still as boring as ever, and also because Pierrick had little time to play with me. He had more work to do, more trip to make, and perhaps is he less eager also. I must say that I fell less excitement myself these days. Maybe it is some kind of new year's hangover, or maybe that finally having sex together made the little games we had less thrilling. I did flash him my panty a few times and it made him smile, but I felt silly doing it. But we tried, and Benedicte even came to the office, officially to visit her husband, but she was really here to see how I was performing in my every day environment. Having her around gave me some ideas to renew a bit our games, especially since she wanted to play as well. So, she gave me her panty and I gave her mine, all in the hallways of the office, with people almost catching us a few times. It was fun.

But the truth is that our frivolous games are just not enough for us. We play less, we work more and we don't have fun anymore. Instead, we started to meet outside work, we have dinner every Saturday night, at their place or mine. And every time it ends in a glorious threesome, but never as glorious as the first time. Nevertheless, these moments were still wonderful and my neighbors can testify that I was having a good time. For our next Saturday, Pierrick and Benedicte have told me that it would be different, something like a mundane party. They haven't told me much, just that I must dress elegantly.

Given how Benedicte was talking about that evening, I'm confident that this will be some sort of libertine club. If I'm right, I want to dress very sexy for the occasion. And if I'm wrong, at least I'll have Pierrick and Benedicte to support me while I'll be the only woman dressed too sexy -- almost slutty -- in a fancy party. In my defense, I have this lovely new dress whose top is tight with a very revealing cleavage, and the bottom is light and short. This is the kind of dress that you wear to tease a little, and you take it off not long after, and the discomfort of the dress helps with the constant desire to undress. This is why I'll keep the dress in a bag while I borrow my mom's car once again -- she would not have liked to see me in that dress anyway -- and I drive to my friend's house.

I'm a bit early when I arrive and I immediately notice that their car is not here. For once I feel proud of myself for not wearing that dress, I would have looked so stupid waiting in the cold like that. But just out of curiosity, I ring at the door and I get a double surprise. The first surprise is that someone opens the door. The second surprise is that it's neither Pierrick nor Benedicte! It's a girl, a bit younger than me -- I would say between eighteen and twenty -- she has the same dark eyes as Benedicte, and the same thin mouth as Pierrick. My brain, still numb from the cold, is about to understand who she is, but she is faster than me.

- You must be Claire, my parents warned me that you'd come. Come in, I'm Jenny.

- Err... Nice to meet you Jenny, your parents are not home?

- No but they should not be long, don't worry. Do you want something to drink?

- A glass of water would be nice, thank you.

I follow her inside and take off my shoes, and as I put the glass of water to my face, I realize that she looks like her parents even more than I previously realized. Except for her nose, which is very short and upturned, and I smile as I imagine that maybe Pierrick's semen had many competitors for the race to Benedicte's ovula. She is also much smaller than any of her parent, a bit chubbier too. I would not call her gorgeous, but I do find her cute in her own way. I'm about to finish my glass of water when she surprises me with a bold question.

- Is this really what you will wear to go out tonight? Usually, Mom and Dad are being careful about their appearance when they go to that club. Didn't they tell you anything?

- They did, I have a dress in my bag. I was thinking I would change here, but I don't want to bother you.

- You know Claire, I'm not stupid, I know my parents and I know the kind of party they are taking you to. I understand that you are their new sex partner, given how much they want me to spend all my week-ends with my friends. Maybe the fact that I'm here tonight is why they are finally taking you to their swinger's club.

I'm stunned by the way Jenny is dealing with her situation. I don't know how I would have reacted if I had to grow up with such parents. It makes me want to ask her more and more indiscreet questions.

- It must be weird for you; how do you cope with all this?

- It is a bit weird, yes, but they only told me about that a few years ago. They waited until I was old enough to understand, but I would have worked it out anyway, I always knew they were not behaving like normal parents. At first, I was pissed but now I'm fine with it, I can appreciate that it's something important to them. And they are cool parents the rest of the time, so I can't really complain.

- And how about you? Have you ever been tempted by all this?

- Actually, not at all. I think I'm really normal sexually, maybe even less interested in it than the average girl. And sometimes sex makes me think of my parents, you can imagine that it does not help.

- Yeah, I guess.

- But it's fine, I have my own things, I like to paint and I spend a lot of time practicing.

- So, you never talk about sex with your parents?

- They don't talk about their sex life, actually they manage to keep it a secret to most people, which is fine for me. In fact, you are the first person from their secret life that I see. They were genuinely embarrassed when they called me earlier to tell me you'd come. But I'm glad to have met you, rather than some old pervert who would grab my ass. You are so skinny that I know I can easily put you down, and not the way you'd want. Anyway, Mom and Dad should be home soon, you should get changed. Let me help you.

She brings me to her room, and as I undress, Jenny folds all my clothes one by one and puts everything in my bag. I struggle to put on my dress, it's very tight and at the same time there's not a lot of fabric, I can't manage to keep my private parts all hidden as they should be. I'm glad that Jenny is helping me, it would have taken me much longer if I had to do it on my own. Once I'm dressed, she starts to check that all my bits stay in their right place. She is really taking it seriously, and she is already commanding me as if I was her puppy. She makes me walk, sit, dance, she makes jump -- the ultimate test for nipple escaping -- and she makes me simulate using the toilet. When we finally leave her bedroom, Pierrick and Benedicte have arrived and greet me.

- I see you two have met.

- Yes Mom, I helped Claire with her dress.

- Sorry you had to deal with that Jenny, we were stuck in traffic.

- It's all right Dad; Claire is cool and she didn't say anything I didn't want to know.

- Good, says Pierrick, I feel better that everything is going well.

- And if Milady is ready, I suggest we get going, adds Benedicte.

Pierrick and Benedicte kiss their daughter goodbye while I put on my coat. I came with a long coat to cover most of my body, at least down to my knees, so I would be warm and safe when I'm out in that dress. We get in the car and Pierrick drives for a long time, apparently the club very much in the center of Paris. It's now 10:30pm and traffic here is just barely lighter than in the day. We park the car and we still walk for about ten minutes before arriving at a small, unremarkable door in an unremarkable small street. Above the door is a simple sign, barely visible, with the name of the establishment on it. Club Topaze. Pierrick knocks and gets in, the door closing behind him. Benedicte and I wait for a few minutes outside before the door opens again and we are finally allowed to get inside.

I had never been in a libertine club, but I'm already convinced that very few clubs are as discreet as this one. Nothing outside is made to attract newcomers, and apparently the entrance has to be negotiated. Unless it was because they were bringing some unknown girl that Pierrick had to leave us alone in the cold? But once inside, it feels like we are in a different world, out of time as much as out of fashion. A young woman takes my coat off and puts it in the checkroom, she appears to be working here but she is extremely well dressed. Very politely and without any judgment in her eyes she wishes me a good evening. Where in the world am I?

The interior of the club is vast and dark, the walls are covered in tapestry with abstract motifs. Wall-mounted luminaires are regularly aligned, delivering a dim lighting. Apart from some cushioned armchairs dispatched here and there, there are just padded benches all along the walls, and a bar. The bartender is sophisticated but he seems to have been instructed to stay invisible. There is a lot of free space and It's clearly not a place to eat or drink or dance; if you do not know why you are here, you would probably feel like this place was not completely furnished.

Earlier in the car, I was wondering if I would meet someone I would know, I was afraid to meet the parents of a friend, or even worse someone from my family. That would have been very embarrassing. I do find a familiar face, but it's only my French teacher from high school. I would have never thought she would have a sex life, especially a kinky sex life, she was always so austere with her strict clothing. I'm quite happy to see her here, she will certainly not tell anyone about me. I'm not even sure she would recognize me at all, many years have passed and I have changed a lot since then. I no longer wear large sweaters to cover my body, or trousers to hide my legs. My hair is long, my eyes show my confidence, and I'm proud to put my body on display, especially tonight.

My friends take my arm and lead me to the bar where I'm given a glass of white Sauvignon. Then I'm introduced to different people, all of them very classy and elegant. I thought I would make a sensation with my dress but it's apparently a very normal choice for this kind of event; it's probably why neither Pierrick not Benedicte made any comment on my appearance so far. The men I see tonight are not all wearing tuxedos but they are all very fancy in their own way. And the women are all extremely gracious and sexy, some are barely covering their body but the smart use of stylish accessories and jewelry takes away any possible vulgarity. It's no surprise that there are less women than men, and I'm clearly the youngest here. Some people seem to be in their thirties, but most are in their fifties. There's even introduced to a couple of elderly people comfortably sitting on a chair, Mr. and Mrs. Duchêne, a rich and aristocratic married couple.

The discussions here are very cordial. Everyone presents themselves with their full name, even though they don't know me, I'm even given some business cards. But I realize that they never reveal too much details about their private life. As I'm slowly drinking my glass of wine, I notice people staring at me, everyone around me is looking at me and I understand that they are actually waiting for me to finish my drink. That would be the signal to get the party going. And I don't want to wait any longer so I empty my glass and puts it back on the counter. I can feel the temperature rising immediately, I feel hands softly caressing my back, I see ladies touching gentlemen, gentlemen touching ladies. Some gentlemen are also touching each other, and some ladies are doing the same. Nobody is idle, I see my former teacher sensually kissing Benedicte, even the old man, and his wife are touching everyone who come near them. As I want to honor them, I also get closer to let them salute me. Except that instead of a hand shake, it's a pussy grab.

The night is getting warmer but everyone is still dressed for now. A woman draws me to her and starts to dance with me. This woman is absolutely gorgeous, I don't remember seeing a more beautiful woman in my life, and I can't take my eyes off of her. This divine creature, that I will call Medusa in this story, clearly knows the effect she has on other people, and on me specifically. She plays with me as if I was her toy doll, caressing me, kissing me, undressing me, and I'm so hypnotized by her pretty eyes that I quickly find myself naked. I should have felt embarrassed, or at least intimated, usually when I flash my naked body to strangers, I do it after I've planned an exit way if things go sour. But Medusa has a way to make me feel good, her gaze on me, her perfume, her breathe on my mouth, I know I can't get away from her, but I also know that I wouldn't leave for all the money in the world.

Medusa keeps on playing with me, she is now making me dance, I sway and swing my body, until she is satisfied of me and allows me to turn around and face my audience. I'm finally free from her grip but filled with lust. I feel proud and strong to be the object of desire of all these important people, and I do not hesitate to masturbate in front of them. I feel Medusa in my back, I do not dare to turn around but I make a step back to push my body against hers, and with my hands I touch her legs and butt, I lift her dress until I can feel her pubes rubbing against my ass. Someone must be helping her as I feel her dress falling to the ground while her two hands are on my tits. Then things got wild really fast.

Two minutes later and we are all naked. Couples are made and unmade, and then made again after changing partners. Couples of two, three, four, sometimes five at the same time. A man with a serious hard-on comes towards me, I don't know hum but I kneel to take his penis in my mouth, while Medusa is still behind me, her fingers messing with my hair. She pushes me forward as if she wanted me to swallow that cock even more, unless it's just a backslash as I can feel a man pounding her in my back. A few moments later the man puts his dick out of my mouth to visit someone else, Medusa also forgets about me. I'm alone for a second, and I don't want more rest than that.

On all fours I join another group in front of me. A man is turning his back on me, I believe he is fucking Benedicte, and I find his butt right under my nose. My primitive brain does not need thinking right now and I grab that ass and starts to kiss and lick it. I feel the man's legs opening a little, it's a sign that he invites me to dig deeper so I put my tongue right in his asshole and starts to make love to it. I want to give to that asshole all the joy an asshole can get. Suddenly I feel that I'm being lifted in the air, a man saw my unfucked bottom and pulled me to have my vagina in front of his cock. Then he penetrates said vagina with said cock. I couldn't even see a tiny little piece of my lover, and not knowing who is inside me turns me on even more.

But apparently the rule here is to change partners a lot, so I'm once again left alone, but I'm immediately taken again by others. I sometimes encounter Pierrick and Benedicte, at random, I almost put my whole fist inside my old teacher's vagina, I even spend a sweet moment with the couple of elderly, sucking Mister's penis who cannot get completely hard anymore, and licking Miss' wrinkled pussy. They remain seated in their armchairs, as they are too old to join the others in such crazy sex. There are less people playing with them, but I haven't seen them alone one moment since we started. And I want to play with them too, I don't even care that they are probably three times my age, I just want to ride that old man, while I suck his wife's nipples. One good thing about growing old is that the wife does not need to get closer to hand me her saggy boobs!

After that sweet break, I get back to the pack of younger stallions, in particular two of them who want to fuck me together. I wonder if they are a couple, because their moves are almost synchronized, they both went to check the level of lubrification in my holes, they both entered me at the same time, they even fuck me together. I have now two dicks inside me, my pussy and my ass belong to them now, and I don't even realize that this is my first real sodomy. It actually feels normal at this moment, as if I had dreamed of this for so long that my body and my brain were convinced that I have been through that already. Our scene gets the attention of other men who gather in front of me, offering me more phallus that my tiny mouth can suck, more penises than my tiny hands can jerk off. And the rhythm of my two lovers leaves me breathless, I can barely put a glans inside my mouth, and I'm certainly poorly demonstrating my skills in sucking and hand job.

That forest of dicks in front of me prevents me from seeing what the others are doing. I can only assume that the few remaining men have to please all the other women. But this is an assumption I make now, as I'm writing this, at the time my brain was completely numb. I had more orgasms than I can count, and it's getting so intense that my orgasms start to feel like cramps. I hear midnight ringing, but I'm not Cinderella and my ride will not turn into a pumpkin. In this place, it's the men who transform into cum machines. And apparently, they want me to be their cum container.

One after the other, every men come to ejaculate on my face. The amount of sperm on me is bigger than what I probably had in my whole life. I have sperm in my hair, sperm in my eyes, I even have sperm inside my nose, dripping directly in my throat. Even the old man came, helped by two fellow fuckers, to honor me with his antique semen. Medusa did the hand job herself, using all the precautions in the world to make the old man cum without hurting him. I am drenched in cum from head to toe, and a part of me was worried that other women would be jealous, but it's the other way around. I can't see much now, but I hear everyone cheering and clapping for me, and I realize it was their welcome git to me.

The party is over now, our body temperature is back to normal, and people are starting to leave the club. On the floor is a mix of sweat, pussy juices and male cum, a strong smell of sex is still present and I wonder how long it will take to remove it. Many people are coming to me, telling me that they enjoyed my presence and hope that I will come back. I wish that wholeheartedly! I feel so good that I even refused to remove the semen from my face. It has dried and my hair is a mess, and I pledge to whoever will listen that I want to sleep like that. We finally get our coats from the checkroom and the pretty hostess smiles as she sees me still naked. This time my dress is intact and I don't want to ruin it with my filthy body. Pierrick suggested that I could walk back to the car just wearing my coat and being naked underneath. As you can imagine, I immediately loved that idea.

We are in the street now, and the cold temperature reminds me that we are still in early February, in the middle of the night. I feel a cold breeze attacking my legs, running up my legs, I can sense my nipples getting rock hard. The streets are not empty yet, and I try a few times to open my coat to give a nice surprise to some people, but it's really too cold and I can only flash very briefly. Walking naked in the streets is an incredible feeling, I definitely want to do more of it in a few months, when the weather will be more friendly. We arrive to the car and on the way back, Pierrick and Benedicte are chatting as if this night was just a normal night for them.

I finally come home, still with my coat as my only cover, and my head with at least twenty layers of cum on it. It's late and I don't really care about the neighbors anymore. My pussy and my ass are still wide open from the repetitive pounding I've had, and in my head the images of the evening keep on flowing. In the elevator, I can't hold it anymore and I open my coat and start to masturbate. When the doors open, I'm still masturbating as I'm walking to my door. Then I jump on my bed naked, and I can't remember what came first, me or sleep. All I know is that the next morning, I woke in a stinking bed. That stench is strong and reminds me of the dreams I made. All about orgies and debauchery as you can imagine. I stay in my bed most of the morning, masturbating again and again, as if that was the only thing I was still capable to do.

I really have to pull myself together, tomorrow is Monday and I can't show up at work in such a state!