French Job Journey

Humiliated at work becomes a turn on

This story starts with mild reluctance, exhibitionism and submission

A special thanks to RF-Fast for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in good shape.

French Job Journey

I may have made a mistake taking the job I did. Things were pretty unusual from the outset and got stranger by the day.

I suppose I should start with who I am. Olivia is my name, and I recently turned 23. Born and raised near Portsmouth in the UK to English parents. But my mother's parents are French, and my father's parents are Australian and Indonesian.

At only a couple of inches under six feet, or 178 cm as I'm in France now. I'm tall for a girl, and while slender, my boobs are a large C cup. I oscillate between enjoying the male attention they earned me and wishing I wasn't treated as a sex object. Although, if I'm honest, after a bad day at work, having guys on the underground ogling me can stroke my ego.

After university, with a degree that seems not to be worth the paper it was printed on, I ended up temping for a year. I hated it. Never knowing from one day to the next what I'd be doing, or where. A lot of companies treat their temps like shit, and I was desperate to get a better job.

My parents had moved to Australia after my dad's dad had a health scare. He persuaded my mother by letting her and Dad manage one of my grandfather's multiple businesses. I was more than a little miffed at the time, as I'd already arranged my university, leaving me alone in the UK.

My French grandparents moved back to France before I was born. But until I was about ten, we'd pop across the channel during the summer and stay at their country villa. They lived in an apartment in Paris, the rest of the time. I'm not entirely sure why we stopped going, but kids are never let in on grownup business.

Growing up in a multilingual household, I was fluent in English and French, proficient in German, and could make myself understood in Italian.

When I let slip how miserable I was temping to my French grandmother, she insisted I come to stay with them and her husband would use his old-boys' network to find me a job.

I had little to lose and needed something more substantial on my CV (resume) than a dozen crap, week or month long jobs. So, I agreed without thinking through the culture shock. I'd spent time there, but life is different when you're a child in the countryside.

My interview didn't go that well, despite being assured by my grandfather it would be fine and my excellent language skills. The boss, Antoine, was about 50, a little heavy but with intense eyes. The other person interviewing me was Giselle, who was probably around 40, but could pass for early 30s. In my mind, she looked a little glamorous for an office job. But I assumed it was just 'French' things.

I realised Antoine had no interest in me, and my grandfather's confidence meant he had something over Antoine. My language skills would be a boon, although Antoine insisted I improve my Italian, and if I survived the 3 month probation, he'd arrange for Spanish lessons.

Giselle explained that initially, I'd be more of a receptionist. Answer the phones, greet guests, and sign for packages. But more like a 'Femme à tout faire' or a woman of all tasks. Run errands, collect coffee and pastries from nearby, etc. Gradually I'd be shown the ropes if I proved capable and trained up in their business's primary interests.

The office was on the third level of an old building, and the wire cage lift was slow and a death trap. Everyone used the stairs. There was a reception area with fancy artwork and an enclosed raised desk. You have to open a door on the side and step up onto a platform to sit at the desk. I think it was one of those psychological things where the company looked down on its guests.

After the interview, I was told to wait in the reception area until Giselle came for me. I was nervous and wondered if my smart trouser suit was an awful choice. But after about 45 minutes, Giselle appeared with an offer letter. I signed immediately. Then she surprised me by handing me another letter to take to a specific clothes shop.

Explaining that as the receptionist, I was the 1st impression a new customer had and needed to present the company line. She gestured to an image behind the reception desk that portrayed an almost 1950s style pin up French girl. I'd thought it was just a painting, but apparently it was the company's official logo. Which I should have realised from the letter.

She explained that the company would pay for two outfits I was expected to wear daily and that I would need to take care of them. Any damage and I'd have to replace them from my pocket. The girl wore a flouncy black skirt that was above the knee, showing a lacy white underskirt just beneath it. The white blouse was rather low cut and edged with more lacy frills. Giselle looked at the almost flat shoes and insisted I should wear at least a five centimetre heel (about 2 inches).

As I headed to the clothing store, I mused over being forced what to wear for my job. If everyone wore the same, or it had some safety or sanitary reason, I could accept it but... On the other hand, it removed the panic in the morning to decide what to wear.

The woman in the shop took the letter from Giselle and nodded. Seemingly having done this many times. I walked from the shop about 45 minutes later with two outfits I wasn't entirely sure of. The skirts were mid-thigh, rather than just above the knee. The underskirt that would have been worn in the 50s was just a fringe of lace below the hem of the skirt. And the blouses were lower cut than I felt was appropriate for work. But the woman rebuffed my query, saying I was supposed to be a little sexy for our clients. Plus, my long legs and big boobs made them harder to cover up.

Again, 'cultural differences'. I do have nice legs and I'm proud of my bust. But I'd normally be more comfortable showing them off in a club than in an office.

I was introduced to my co-workers Auguste and Marc, who were around 30 and good looking. They worked from a bank of four desks facing each other with low privacy screens. Giselle said that if I worked out, I'd move to one of the other free desks in time. She worked at a separate desk that faced the others and was outside Antoine's office. Antoine's office faced a glass walled conference room.

Behind Auguste was a small coffee area with a fridge. But everyone preferred to send out for a proper coffee. Except for Antoine, who insisted on tea in his Russian tea service at 3:30pm every day. Nobody knew why, but I went along with it as I'd be doing that in the future.

As I went to familiarise myself with my new desk, Giselle took me to one side and asked why I was wearing tights and not the stockings with the uniform. I'd explained I'd not been given them and my legs were rather pale from a long English winter. She told me to go to the unisex bathroom and remove the tights while she phoned the shop.

I overheard her arguing on the phone with the shopkeeper, who insisted the order had not included the stockings it usually did. When Giselle hung up, she winced as she saw just how pale my legs were, but told me to visit the shop on my way home to get the missing stocking.

To my relief, the stockings turned out to be hold-ups, as I'd heard my grandmother complaining about garter belts. When I got home, I tried a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. Worrying that the short skirt would make the stocking too obvious. But while standing, you could only just see the edge of the banding on the stocking. But while sitting, it was a lot more obvious.

However, with my raised and enclosed reception desk, it was unlikely anyone would notice. Still, it gave me a frisson of excitement to be sexy like that. Especially as I drew attention on the Metro and walking to the office the next morning. I'd styled my black hair close to the style of the woman in the logo and got an approving look from Antoine that I'd done that off my own bat.

I still felt a little exposed when I went on coffee runs for the office, as the shop always seemed to have a dozen older men sitting in low chairs. That, to my mind, made them try to look up my skirt. And that lingered with me when I got bored at work.

Sitting in the reception area alone, my mind wandered and reminisced about old boyfriends. I'd not had that many, and not one for a while. I think my height intimidated most guys and unfortunately, seemed to attract rather boring ones. OK, I'd had a few guys ask me out who made it clear they were only after one thing. But while I was tempted to let my hair down and be naughty, I managed to retain my reputation, albeit secretly regretting it.

It was only after I returned to the office on the third day, with a ham and cheese baguette, to eat at my desk. That I got into trouble again. According to French law, it was illegal to eat at your desk. But even if it weren't, Giselle said it would ruin the company's image if I were seen with sandwich crumbs on my face or blouse.

I went without lunch that day and the next. I left the office and suddenly realised why there were so many restaurants and cafes in the area. If every worker had to go out for lunch, it justified their number. I was also pretty shocked to see wine with lunch was the norm. Compared to the UK, where any alcohol was frowned upon during working hours.

About two weeks after I'd started, I got into a routine. I was busiest in the mornings, although not that busy. So, during the afternoon I'd read my Italian language books and practice the pronunciation under my breath. Perhaps it was this confidence that things were going well that attracted the attention of the luck fairies.

I'd been an incredible klutz in my teens because of my height, and it never truly went away. I'd returned from lunch. Having indulged in a seemingly illicit glass of wine. Only for Giselle to notice that I'd spilt something on my skirt. She admonished me, and because of the wine, I felt extra guilty about it. When she told me to take the skirt off and rinse it under the tap in the bathroom. I thought I'd misheard.

However, I'd not. She walked me into the bathroom and waited until I'd slipped the skirt off. Giving a smirk at my boring panties. I was sure, from the way she dressed, that she wore lingerie all the time. She washed the marks on the skirt and laid it over a radiator to dry. Telling me to go back to my desk to work.

I objected, but she said I was paid to work, and the humiliation of working without a skirt might make me pay more attention to my attire. She opened the door, and I saw my little cubicle. If I'd been back in the UK and this had happened, I'd have walked out and probably sued.

However, in France, I wasn't sure what the law was, and I had got the job because of some backroom deal with my grandfather. It might cause problems with my grandfather if I made too much of a fuss. Leaving me in an awkward situation living in his apartment, and no other family within 10,000 km.

I tried to rationalise it. Once inside my cubicle, I doubted anyone could tell I didn't have a skirt on. I glanced at the open door to the inner office and hoped Marc wasn't looking as I crossed the room. I hurried to my desk and closed the cubicle behind me.

Giselle was almost smirking at my embarrassment and walked back into the inner office. My heart was racing, and I was trying to remember if we had any visitors or couriers due this afternoon. Fortunately, we had none.

I calmed down, thinking I could wait there until it was almost time to go home. Then scurry into the bathroom with nobody but Giselle any the wiser. Yeah, you can tell when you think that fate or something is going to interfere.

I'd forgotten until I got an email reminder from Giselle that I was expected to make Antione's tea at 3:30. My heart sank as I realised Giselle had planned this. I mean, it was one thing for her to see me in my panties. Another for the others. I was a little shocked that this sparked a sexual interest.

Damn, too long since my last boyfriend. The idea of my boss and two older male colleagues seeing me like that was taboo.

I peeked through the door into the inner office to see Auguste and Marc working away. The coffee station was behind Auguste's deck, so I took a few deep and calming breaths. That failed to work and walked into the room as if nothing was different.

I was barely through the door when Giselle cleared her throat. Marc looked over at her, then saw me.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, and Auguste looked over.

I hated that their shocked, wide-eyed expressions sent a shiver down my spine. Giselle explained to the pair as they ogled me, and I moved woodenly to prepare Antione's tea. She told them to get back to work, and I glanced around as both seemed to go back to work.

But I angled the silver tea tray so I could see imperfectly behind me. Marc was looking over every few seconds. But Auguste was facing forward. Until I noticed he'd propped his phone up and seemed to videoing me.

My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but my mind was running in confusing circles. Regretting that I was wearing my oldest and more boring M&S panties. Instead of regretting spilling something on my skirt. I'd grown to appreciate the looks from the men on the street in my dated, but sexy work outfits. So, my reaction scared me a little.

Fortunately, I'd made Antione's tea so many times, I was able to do everything while my mind was all over the place. I preheated the glass and fitted it into the solid silver holder, then put it and the small samovar onto the heavy silver tray. Walking across the office, trying to ignore the 3 sets of eyes on me.

I glanced through the narrow glass window in the door to ensure he wasn't on the phone. Knocked once, then entered. Getting the expected look of shock on his face. My hands were trembling, so I quickly got the samovar and glass on his desk before I explained what happened.

Using the silver tray to cover the front of my panties.

"So, Giselle told you to do this as punishment for staining your skirt. Is it OK?" I nodded. "Well, it's a little unusual, but probably more effective than a formal complaint letter. You can go."

I hurried to the door and snatched it open. Far too fast, and I fumbled grabbing the other handle, so it slammed into the wall. I looked back expecting a rebuke, as I'd done that before. Only to find Antoine didn't seem to have noticed as he was staring at my arse.

It put a pep in my step as I returned to my desk. Which made no sense to me. He was old enough to be my dad, so why had I reacted like that to his ogling my bum? I mean, at least Marc and Auguste weren't too much older than me. Not that I'd dated anyone more than 2 years older previously.

Why was I thinking about dating? There were work colleagues, not potential lovers.

As I passed Giselle's desk, she gave a miniscule nod as if I'd passed some hidden test. Then hurried into Antoine's office.

About 10 minutes before I was due to go home, I put my skirt back on, and as I exited the bathroom, I saw Auguste and Marc standing in the door to their office. Thanking me for the show and hoping I'm clumsy again soon. It was playful with an undercurrent of sexual tension.

It was only as I was in bed and trying to sleep that I remembered Auguste taking the video, and I wondered if he'd watched it back. I sleep naked and touched my crotch as I imagined him drinking brandy while rubbing his crotch while watching my bum on video. Which didn't help my confusion about what happened.

As a girl, I'd had nightmares about being at school nude or in just my underwear. Probably because I'd been told for years by my family and society not to let boys see me inappropriately. So, when I became a teenager and wanted boyfriends to like me. It was a battle against what I'd been taught, with what my hormones screamed to me.

Over the next week, Marc and Auguste would tease me a little by checking my skirt for any marks, and I caught Antoine staring at my bum when he thought I couldn't see it. However, I was extremely vigilant in ensuring my skirt was covered by a napkin.

My downfall occurred on the following Friday when Antoine wanted to celebrate getting a new and valuable client by taking us all to lunch. We closed the office and headed to his favourite restaurant where the owner treated Antoine like his long-lost brother.

At Antoine's insistence, we all had wine, and while Auguste, Marc and I stuck to only two glasses. Both Giselle and Antoine had four glasses. As we left the restaurant, I noticed Giselle giving me a smile that sent a shiver down my back.

She let the men get a little ahead of us as we walked up to the office, then gestured to me to join her in the bathroom. I wondered why until I saw myself in the mirror. Two distinct splashes of tomato sauce on the white blouse. Giselle was grinning at my reflection, and I knew what was coming.

Without a word, I took off the blouse and carefully scrubbed at the two patches of sauce. I got a minor compensation that Giselle actually seemed impressed with my bra. When I had to go around the office without my skirt, I'd had on crappy panties. Now I was wearing one of my few nice bras.

I'd talked to my grandmother after she'd seen my mostly utilitarian underwear, and she insisted on buying me the sexiest lingerie I'd ever owned. Explaining that she always wore some sexy lingerie under her work clothes every Friday. Even if nobody else knew about it. She said it perked her up. I'd followed her example, and it worked.

Giselle returned with a coat-hanger and inspected my blouse once I was done. She took the blouse from me and said I'd done a poor job. While I'd tried to keep most of the blouse dry, Giselle soaked it thoroughly, and I knew I'd not get away without wandering the office in my bra.

I don't know if it was that I'd already been humiliated like this before, or I was more used to showing my cleavage to get attention. This time I got a thrill of exhilaration as I walked back to my cubicle and closed the door behind me.

Just before 3:30, I entered the office and paused to allow Auguste and Marc to ogle me. Then told them to return to work. Not that it worked. Giselle looked a little sour faced that I wasn't blushing as badly as last time.

As expected, Antoine gawked at me as I entered his office and explained my state of undress. It took him a moment to remember to ask about the blouse, but I reassured him it was ok. Last time I'd used the silver tray to cover my panties, but it seemed too obvious if I tried that now. Plus, my bust was larger than the small tray could cover.

Antoine gestured for me to come closer as he complimented me on my lingerie. Purportedly claiming he was studying the stitching, while we both knew he was studying my tits up close. My heart was bounding and my nipples achingly hard.

I gasped as he brushed the back of his fingers over a cup to 'test the fabric'. As I left the room, I noticed Giselle outside the door and blushed that she'd probably seen Antoine touching my breast.

Auguste and Marc tried to engage me in a conversation to delay my returning to my desk. I played along for a minute before reminding them that Giselle would probably shout at us if we didn't get back to work.

Around 4pm, I heard footsteps on the stairs and panicked. Checking the calendar to confirm we had no appointments. A bicycle courier walked in with a box. She was about my age and possibly of Indian descent. The box turned out to be rather heavy, and I had to stand to take it from her.

Her eyes widened as she saw my bra straps and no top.

"It's complicated." I explained.

"Of course it is. I'll have to try to make this one of my regular deliveries. Then perhaps you'd have time to explain." She winked at me and hurried off.

I took the box into Giselle, who looked confused, and called Antoine to see if he knew what it was. He came out of his office and asked us all to join him in the conference room.

Even as he opened the box, I was aware of four pairs of eyes roaming my body. I was definitely getting a vibe from Giselle that she was into girls as well as men. The box contained mugs and paperweights with the company logo on them. Marc joked that if we changed the logo to be more like I was dressed now, we would double business. Everyone laughed while staring at my chest.

I was blushing and glad to return to my desk. The blouse was only partially dry as I walked to the Metro, and I had a lot of looks as you could see my bra easily.

The weather was hot over the weekend and hotter as the next week progressed. Our office had no air conditioning, and the desktop fans did little to help. Giselle was in the office with Antoine on Thursday when I brought in his tea.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" He asked Giselle, who nodded. He turned to me and asked me to bring in the other two.

It was a tight fit in the doorway as Antoine announced he would close the office earlier than usual tomorrow and take us all to his country cottage for the weekend. Auguste asked if he'd be needed to drive again, and Antoine nodded.

Once we'd all troupe out to the main office, I asked Giselle what was happening. She explained that a few times a year he would take them off to his country house. Not a cottage, she explained. It had large grounds and was within walking distance of the sea. We'd return late on Monday night.

I asked what I needed to bring, and she said lightweight summery stuff like shorts and t-shirts. When she said I'd need to bring a bikini, I stunned her by saying I'd not got one. Her reaction was like I'd said I'd never seen cheese. I explained I was British, and lived between the dangerous North Sea, and the frozen Atlantic. Overlooking that I grew up on the south coast.

At 2:30 the next day, Auguste put on a tight pair of tan leather gloves, then pulled a chauffeur's peeked cap from his drawer. Explaining that Marc had bought them as a joke, but he actually liked the look.

Half an hour later we were at the curb with our modest luggage when Auguste pulled up in a vintage Rolls Royce. He jumped out and opened the rear door for Giselle and Antoine to get in, then sorted our luggage into the copious boot. Marc got in and pulled out a fold-down seat for him and me. Leaving us facing the rear of the car.

The car was powerful, and Auguste handled it well as we quickly left Paris. About two and a half hours later, we pulled off the AutoRoute and onto narrower and slower country roads. Antoine smiled and pointed to a hedge of mature trees and said, we were here.

Here turned out to be a grand house. Built by a minor noble family just before the revolution, however they never had the chance to use it due to Monsieur Guillotine. It had lain empty for 40 years and eventually ended up in Antoine's family.

At the door were a man and a woman whom you could mistake for the butler and the cook. They were Boris and Olga, and spoke French with an Eastern European accent. Giselle led me through a door and up several flights of narrow stairs until I was up under the roof.

She showed me into a modest room and explained that it had once been a servant's room. But I at least got a bathroom to myself on this floor. The problem with old houses was the lack of modern facilities, as she had to share with the others on the next level below.

I went downstairs to explore the house and find out how long it would be before we ate. Only to find no cooking smells from the kitchen, and Olga explained her husband would be taking us to a restaurant. I thanked her, then paused as I realised she'd spoken English with hardly any accent. She explained she'd worked all over the place and pointed to a box on the large kitchen table.

"That's for you to wear this evening. Be ready in about 30 minutes."

As I returned to my room with the box under my arm, I was peeved that Antoine still thought he could dress me how he liked outside of work. The peeve evaporated when I saw the little black dress inside. It was strapless, and that buggered up my bra options. Fortunately, the bust was reinforced with formed cups to hold my tits in place.

Not that it didn't give a hell of a show of cleavage. The dress was loose fit from below the bust line and perhaps an inch or two shorter than the skirt I wore to work. I'd brought my sexiest lingerie and the black tiny panties would be perfect for it.

After putting the dress on, I examined myself in the chevalier mirror and did a twirl. Amused as the skirt flared out, exposing most of my legs, I spun again faster and laughed as my panties came into view. Although I doubted I'd be spinning like that in public.

After fixing my hair and makeup, adding a clear wet look lip gloss over my red lipstick. I looked particularly hot. When I heard my name called from downstairs, I hurried down to find the others already in the car. Auguste was in the middle and held down my seat as I scrambled in.

Realising almost instantly, with so little legroom and the low seat, my knees were above my hips. In a flash, I pushed the spare cloth of the skirt between my legs to avoid flashing Giselle or Antoine in front of me.

It was about a 40 minute drive to the restaurant that seemed to have been built into an abandoned farm. We passed through the building and onto a deck overlooking the sea. There were multiple patio heaters, so when it got dark, we didn't get cold. We did, however, drink a lot of wine.

Wearing my heels, I stumbled on a cobblestone after the meal, and Auguste was there instantly. Taking my elbow to steady me, with Marc only a second behind. I thanked them, but found myself sitting in the middle of the car this time. Boris pulled off smoothly, and we were soon on dark country roads, travelling sedately.

Antoine looked like he had his eyes closed, and Giselle was looking out of the side window at the moonlit sky. When I looked at Marc, I saw he was staring at the long expanse of my leg from under the skirt. He didn't even register that I caught him looking. Auguste, however, was looking at my tits and smiled as he realised he'd been caught.

He looked away, and I was tempted to say it was ok. The wine had made me frisky, and the sexy dress amped that up. Marc was obviously a leg man and Auguste a tit man.

I closed my eyes, and I hoped the overheated car didn't make me fall asleep. A pothole or something brought me back from the brink of sleep. I opened my eyes just a crack and saw Antoine was definitely looking up my skirt. When I looked at Giselle, she was as well, although she'd tilt her head to one side.

I realised that I'd forgotten to tuck my skirt between my legs and I wondered how much they could see. The idea of covering up didn't cross my mind. Instead, I waited for the next corner and let the momentum pull one knee further from the other.

From the reactions on Antoine and Giselle's faces, I was sure they could see how tiny and see through my panties were. Unexpectedly, I slipped into a fantasy world. Imagining Marc and Auguste restraining my arms as Giselle slipped forward in her seat. Running her fingers up the inside of my thigh.

I was shocked that I'd had that thought, but let it play out. She was touching my pussy through my panties, before pulling them aside to stroke my pussy directly. Despite the bad logistics, I then saw myself wanking both Auguste and Marc as Giselle fingered me. All the while Antoine stroked himself as he watched.

I was in a world of my own when we pulled up outside the house. After turning down an offer of a nightcap, I hurried from the car as I detected the scent of my arousal. I hoped Giselle hadn't noticed.

In my room, I removed my soggy panties, then sat on the bed and adjusted my legs and skirt to reproduce what they would have seen in the car. The panties were pretty sheer and Antoine and Giselle would have seen my pussy clearly. After hanging up the dress, I hurried into the bathroom and showered. Regretting the low water pressure and no pulse setting on the shower head.

After I'd gotten myself off, I returned to my room. Fighting the urge to slip downstairs and into Auguste's or Marc's rooms. The orgasm in the shower left me wanting more. I slipped into bed naked and fell asleep in moments.

I awoke to knocking at the door with Giselle telling me not to sleep the whole day away. I threw back the covers and started to sit up as the door opened, and I froze. She was in the doorway staring at my exposed tits. Crap! But it wasn't like she didn't see tits herself every day.

She wore an elegant bikini and a saffron scarf as a cover-up for her legs. She dropped some scraps of cloth on the bed and told me she thought that this bikini would suit me. Then gestured out of the window to the orchard and said there was a duck pond and sun deck just beyond the orchard. Which was where they would be.

After she left, I hurried, still naked, to the bathroom to relieve myself. Only to shake my head when I returned to the room and examined the bikini. Giselle obviously had neglected that I was bustier than her. Or more likely, she planned on trying to embarrass me.

The top covered my areola and nipples, but not a lot more. And I was glad I'd shaved my pussy fully the other day as the bottoms were also tiny. My bum was about 95% uncovered. The one saving virtue, if you could call it that, was I'd not had any sunbathing in a few years. So my whiter than white backside wasn't too dissimilar to the rest of my skin.

Feeling almost naked, I headed outside and walked 100 feet to the orchard, then 200 more to find the deck. The corner of the deck overhung the edge of the duck pond, and had a BBQ, a table with six chairs, and four sunbeds. Three were occupied by Auguste, Giselle, and Marc. Who explained that Antoine was checking on his yacht.

Feeling all their eyes boring into my exposed skin turned me on. Giselle gestured to a cooler box that contained some breakfast stuff and a thermos of coffee. I was very aware as I squatted down with my back to the guys that they were ogling my bum. And I had to adjust the top to stop my tits falling out as I made a crusty bread ham and cheese sandwich.

I took the remaining sunbed to eat my sandwich, basking in the attention and checking Auguste and Marc out properly. They looked good in their suits at work, but looked far better in the tight black speedo swimsuits. Both were broad shouldered, and toned enough to hint at being vigorous lovers.

I shivered as I remembered considering which one's bedroom I'd have snuck into last night. Given the slight bulge in the front of each one's swimsuit, I was sure I'd have not have been disappointed either way.

After I finished breakfast, I adjusted the lounger to lie on my stomach. But as I settled in, Giselle warned me to put on lotion, as my skin was so pale. I was about to get the proffered bottle, but Marc beat me to it. Saying he'd do my back.

I tried to figure out a way to ask Giselle to do it rather than him. He tugged on the cord of my bikini top. Pulling it aside as I objected. He explained that the lotion had a colour to it to make it look like you already had a little tan. And said I'd not want to stain the bikini, or get tan lines if I left it on.

The problem was that despite him only putting sun lotion on me, my body was reacting as if it were more. I'd not had anyone touch me at all for far too long, and I was paying the price for that now.

Not helped when Auguste offered to do my legs at the same time. Again I tried to object, but I had to bite my lip to stop moans escaping my mouth. Having four strong hands caressing my body was piling onto my already amped up libido. Fortunately, I'd brought my arms up in front of my face to hide the facial contortions as the guys started rubbing my arse.

I was getting seriously worried that if they tried to touch my pussy or tits, I'd cum hard. Giselle must have sensed something as she cleared her throat and suggested they'd used enough lotion now.

Auguste and Marc stood up, looking a little sheepish, and she grinned at me as we both saw how hard they were. Definitely worth my time if we were alone.

"I think you two need to cool off in the sea. Perhaps I should go with you to make sure you are sorted out."

Something about those last words made the image of her taking turns to suck them off. The trio hurried off, and I wrote off that strange thought to my overactive sexual imagination at the moment.

Although I'd caught a vibe that there might be something between her and the boss. I'd seen a knowing look between Auguste and Marc when she went into Antoine's office late in the day. And stay there for at least 30 minutes. In that light, I could attribute her straightening her hair or clothing down to them doing something naughty.

I must have fallen asleep, as I woke up to Auguste calling my name and rocking my shoulder lightly. Feeling disoriented, I propped myself up on one elbow as I tried to remember where I was. Only to look up to Auguste, whose eyes were no longer on my face.

I realised a little too late that Marc had left my top untied and now both my tits were on display. Instead of blushing and covering up, I felt a surge of pride and smiled up at him.

"Sorry about that." I said and sat up fully, and started to cover up with the bikini.

"Don't apologise, you made my day." He moved behind me and took over tying the bow behind me.

Something rang out as wrong, and it took me a moment to work it out. I couldn't have been asleep long enough for his trunks to dry out. But there was no sign of his erection any more. I saw Marc walking toward us from the beach, with a silly grin on his face.

The memory of thinking Giselle had gone off to suck them off returned. Reinforced as Giselle followed behind him and wiped something from her lips. I was sure it was nothing, but something was telling me I was right.

We had a BBQ that evening, and again drank more than was sensible. Giselle and I teased the men when they would scurry off to pee against a tree. Claiming we could see their tiny Willys. I wore the same dress as the previous night, but without the patio heaters and feeling tired, I headed to bed around 10pm.

I stripped off in my room and glanced out of the window before slipping into bed, and froze. In the shadows of the nearest tree of the orchard were a couple. Giselle was leaning back against the tree, but the man was in the shadows.

I should have ignored it, but curiosity drew me on. It was most likely Antoine, but perhaps not. His hand appeared and groped her tit as he kissed her. Well, not Antoine; the hair colour was wrong. He unbuttoned her dress and exposed a breast, then lowered his face to suck on it.

Christ! It was Marc! And he wasn't stopping with her tits. He reached down and pulled up the front of her dress, exposing a naked pussy. After tucking the dress into her belt, he started to stroke and finger her.

I squeezed my own breasts as I felt a stab of jealousy. That should be me! If I hadn't spent the afternoon in the library, instead of taking a siesta, it could have been. My other hand trailed down to my pussy as I imagined it happening to me.

I'd been worked up far too much recently, and I only registered that Auguste had walked into view when he was less than 2m from the pair. Expecting some blow up, I froze until Giselle reached out to him and he joined Marc in kissing and fondling Giselle.

Watching the pair each slip a finger into her took me over the top, and I climaxed. When I recovered, I realised I wasn't the only one, as Giselle had sent the men away as she straightened up her clothing.

I slipped into bed, but after about 30 minutes I realised I'd not got a glass of water. Unfortunately, the bathroom didn't have a glass, so I headed downstairs. Daring myself to be caught by going naked. When I was about 4m from the kitchen, I stopped as I heard a noise.

It was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. It happened again, and I understood. Ghosting across the distance, I glanced inside to see a nude Giselle sucking Antoine's cock. And it was quite an impressive one. A spasm went to my pussy at seeing it glistening with her saliva.

Watching them was wrong, despite the fact that it was hot, and I was about to go when Antoine hauled her to her feet and spun her around. She bent over the kitchen table and put her knee on it to expose a very aroused pussy. Antoine was balls deep inside her in a single thrust, and she gasped in pleasure and pain.

I had to admit I'd not tried one quite as thick as Antoine's and had to wonder what it felt like. But again, I knew I should go.

"So, have you fucked them both yet?" Antoine asked.

"Not on this trip." Giselle replied breathily.

"Any chance you can find a way I can watch as they double team you?"

"We'll see. Oh fuck, that's good."

What I'd seen and heard blew my mind. In all my experience, I'd never considered multiple partners. Or that someone would be open to allowing their lover to fuck others with their knowledge or permission.

I found a glass in the dining room and filled it in my bathroom and returned to bed.

I woke to a missed call from my grandmother to say my grandfather had taken a fall and was in hospital. She hoped I could come home and support her. Naturally, I rushed to Antoine and explained. He, with the usual display of decisiveness, called Boris and told him to get me to the train ASAP.

I packed my clothes and jumped into an old Citroën deux chevaux. When I urged him to go faster, he explained that we had time, as the trains were not often on a Sunday. And again I found he spoke English with barely an accent. Leaving me to wonder if he and his wife, Olga, used to be spies.

My grandfather had a concussion and a black eye. But nothing too serious. However, the doctors refused to let him go until they had done a full body scan to ensure there was nothing else. He seemed more embarrassed than anything, and I brought my grandmother home.

Fortunately, the office was shut on Monday, so I was able to make sure we got my grandfather home from the hospital and comfortable in his apartment.

On Tuesday, I got to work on time only to find the office phones and internet down. Somebody had cut through numerous fibre optics, and many blocks of offices were effectively out of work for days. Antoine said that he'd sent us home and call us when we could get back to work.

For the next 3 days, I made the most of the hot weather to visit family friendly parks and sunbath. Choosing a less revealing bikini, but I still got more attention than I wanted as a single girl. That was why I'd chosen the family parks to ensure if I needed help the dads would come running.

I came back into work on Friday and everyone was busy replying to client's emails about not being able to call us. The forecast was suggesting potential thunderstorms, but it was fine when I left for lunch, so I didn't take a coat.

I dropped into my usual coffee shop to get a nice coffee for my colleagues. When the owner placed a small plastic cover over the plastic tray I used. I frowned, but he nodded to the window as the clouds opened. Crap!

It was only a couple of minutes to get back to the office, but I was soaked to the skin. I kicked off my heels and plonked the coffee on Giselle's desk. She gestured that I should follow her to the bathroom, and I followed. Half expecting what she planned.

It was only rain, but she insisted I remove both my blouse and skirt. Rationalising that everyone had already seen me in my bra and panties on two separate occasions. I added mentally that Auguste had seen my topless, and my boss and Giselle had seen my pussy through very transparent panties.

Technically, they had seen more of me with the bikini, but Giselle upped her game by cupping my boob and saying my bra was wet and I needed to remove that as well. I'm not sure if it was her touching my tit, or something else, but I removed it without delay. Seriously beginning to worry about my rational senses.

She stepped closer and asked if she should check if my panties were damp. I shook my head urgently because any dampness was not from the rain and was getting worse by the second. Fortunately she stepped back with a cocky grin on her face, and I realised I could not let her win.

I turned and opened the door to the office. Paused for a single heartbeat, then strode to my desk. Trying to cover my nerves and pretend that parading around in just my panties didn't bother me. Giselle emerged from the bathroom and gave a tiny nod in recognition that I was apparently ok with this. She moved over to the outer door and locked it. Placing a sign on the door to ring for attention.

She then tapped her watch and sauntered back into the inner office, reminding me that I couldn't hide out there all day. For more than an hour I stared at my screen without registering a word. It felt like I was in a fugue state as I don't remember a thing I thought.

My phone alarm beeped at 3:25 and on autopilot I rose to make Antoine's tea. When I stepped into the inner office, I saw Auguste and Marc already waiting for me. Presumably Giselle had already told them about my state of undress. Surprisingly, neither said a word, but their expressions said it all. It was like someone had attached a battery to my nervous system. I tingled all over.

Somehow I made the tea and turned to find Giselle was already in Antoine's office. With the door already open I walked inside and revelled in the look of lust and adoration on Antoine's face. Giselle was standing behind his chair as I placed his tea on the desk. But she moved from behind the chair to reveal her blouse undone and her Demi cup bra pulled down to expose her tits.

It wasn't a total surprise, but still odd, and when she put her hand on the small of my back and pushed me closer to Antoine, I didn't resist. Then she took his left hand and placed it on my breast. I gasped, but didn't pull back or push it away. I knew I should, but it had been too long without anyone else touching me.

Giselle rushed around to the other side of the chair and dropped to her knees. In seconds she'd extracted his erection and grasped it possessively. Looking up at me as if confirming it was hers. Then sank her mouth over it. This was fucked up. But I stood there being groped by my boss as Giselle blew him.

Again I felt jealousy as my mouth salivated. That big cock should be in my mouth and not hers. It was so surreal that I struggled to accept it was reality until I felt a finger touching my thigh and pressing up against my panties. I looked down to see it was Giselle, but Antoine saw this and he abandoned my breast and pressed his meatier fingers between my thighs.

Without thinking I shifted my feet to allow him easier access, and I felt him sawing his fingers back and forth along my slit. God that felt good. Even after so short a time I felt I could cum. If only he'd move the damn panties aside and...

The thought was pushed aside as he gasped and Giselle grunted as she started to swallow his cum. I could smell it and my mouth was flooded with more saliva with the memory of the taste. Not entirely pleasant, but charged with so many feelings and senses.

She got up with a smug expression on her face and kissed Antoine's check. Leaving him looking a lot like I felt. Disembodied from what had happened.

"I'll just tuck these away." She said and slipped her tits back into her bra and buttoned up her blouse.

She led me from the room and passed a bemused Auguste and Marc, and through into the bathroom.

"You were close to climax, right?" she asked pointlessly. Then added. "You looked a little jealous when I sucked him."

It needled me just enough to pull me from my daze.

"It's not the first time I saw you doing that!" Crap! I'd not meant to admit that.

"I saw you naked and sucking him off last Saturday night. Just before he fucked you over the kitchen table." The look of shock on her face was priceless.

"You watched?"

"Only a few seconds." I replied, feeling oddly embarrassed that I'd been a voyeur. "And I saw you making out with Auguste and Marc. Did you actually get to fuck them both as well?"

She laughed and said that was none of my business. While giving me a tiny nod of confirmation. She stepped closer until she was almost touching me.

"Have you thought about that yourself?" I shook my head unconvincingly. "But you need to cum, right? Go on then!"

The stab of annoyance was undercut as she was right. I stepped aside to go into a cubicle. Only for her to stop me and tell me to do it in front of her. That caught me by surprise and I might have refused if I weren't quite so worked up. I moved to lean back against the sink and pressed my fingers down the front of my panties.

Making sure to keep eye contact with her and revelling in the look of surprise and lust in her eyes. It seemed that she was pushing my buttons and assumed I'd cave. But that thought was pushed aside as my pussy demanded more than a light stroking.

Hooking my thumbs into my panties I pushed them down just enough so I could press a finger inside. I cum easier with penetration and I needed to cum hard and soon. But I knew I was close already.

However, I was pushed over the top as Giselle stepped up and kissed me deeply and toyed with both of my nipples. I'd never been kissed or touched by another woman before. And the taboo on top of everything else pressed the 'orgasm now' button hard. My knees almost gave way and if she'd not held me up, I might have fallen.

"Better?" she asked and all I could do was nod. She glanced at the door as if calculating what would happen next given my state.

Then she told me that it would be best if I went home now, rather than stay when I wasn't thinking straight and might make a mistake. I think it was clear that the mistake might be going back into the office and fucking someone. And she had a point. I really wasn't myself.

She left me alone, and I took off my panties and dried my juices from my thighs and pussy with them. The urge to go into the office and fuck anyone who wanted me proved I wasn't really in my right mind. So, I slipped on my wet blouse and skirt, balled up my underwear and grabbed my coat. Slipping my underwear into the pocket as I put it on.

I felt an urge to hold my coat open as I walked to the Metro and knew I'd get into trouble if I did. At home I explained that I'd got soaked and was allowed to go home early. Telling my grandmother that I needed a long hot shower to warm up. Despite being more than warmed up with what happened. I masturbated twice in the shower and again before I went to sleep.

On Monday morning I was worried as I entered the office. A little scared I'd fucked up so badly on Friday. Letting Auguste and Marc see me in just my panties seemed like small potatoes compared to being groped by Antoine as Giselle sucked him off. I still struggled to accept I'd masturbated in front of Giselle and cum almost the second she kissed me and played with my tits.

However, everyone was super busy as clients phoned up to complain that we'd not been answering the phone last week. I was pulled in to help, and Tuesday Antoine gave me a list of clients to call and proactively apologise. Which was a work out for my language skill and Antoine was impressed that my Italian was so much better. Promising to arrange for those Spanish lessons he'd said he'd sort out for me.

I was on the phone all week and Aguste and Marc seemed ok with doing the coffee run twice a day. Although I made sure to do Antoine's tea as I was an expert at that now. Apart from a few lingering looks from the men, no one commented about the previous week. Mind you I was secretly pleased to see a slight bulge in their trousers after their eyes lingered on me.

On Friday Giselle informed me it was Antoine's birthday tomorrow, and I asked if I should get a card and present. She said I should just sign the office card, and the present was already bought. A little after 3:30, Antoine came out of his office looking out of sorts that I'd not brought his tea. Only to find the four of us carrying trays of canapes and snacks. Along with half a dozen pre-chilled bottles of vintage champagne.

He grinned as if he'd forgotten it was his birthday. We spread the food out on the conference table and Giselle magically produced champagne flutes. Antoine expertly opened the first bottle, and we wished him a pleasant birthday.

By the time we'd all had a 2nd glass of champagne, we were all relaxed and Auguste told me of the first time he'd got to drive the Rolls Royce, and how nervous he'd been. That led onto more anecdotes and a couple of flirty stories. At 4:50 Giselle stood up, and she was handling the booze better than I. She said she'd nearly forgotten the office tradition.

Turning to me she explained that the tradition was from before she started here, where each of the female staff was supposed to give the birthday boy a kiss. The image of her 'special' kiss on Antoine's cock popped into my mind. She then said as she had been the only woman for a while, that she'd amended the tradition to avoid jealousy by kissing each of the men.

While I knew she'd been intimate with all the men, I was a little surprised when she sat sideways across Antoine's lap and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth. Earning a cheer from the other two. One of Antoine's hands was more on her bum than hip, while the other clenched and unclenched. As if he were stopping himself from copping a feel.

The kiss lasted at least 30 seconds and she stood up grinning and moving to Auguste and repeating the kiss. Auguste was less circumspect and copper her bum fully. While I swear Marc went for her tit, it was hard to tell as she was facing away from us. To everyone's surprise she also kissed me, if briefly. Explaining she didn't want me to feel left out.

She returned to her seat looking flushed and gestured for me to take a turn. We'd all drunk nearly a bottle of champagne each and I was already feeling frisky. I was a little worried it might get out of hand. But everyone kept their hands to themselves. Leaving me a little disappointed.

However, I upped the ante as I sat on Giselle's lap and kissed her deeper than the men. Who, being men, all cheered. Leaving Giselle flustered and me laughing.

At 5pm her phone buzzed, and she swore under her breath. She had to leave 15 minutes early to meet someone. She looked at me and then the men and I swear I could see her mind whirring, trying to find an excuse that I should leave early as well. Antoine said that we'd pack up the rest of the food so as not to burden the cleaners.

Giselle left looking a little concerned and rightly so as it turned out. Antoine said it seemed wrong not to open and finish the last bottle and made sure to top up my glass first. The booze was buzzing through my body as we finished the bottle.

Antoine gave me a cheek smile and said that he didn't think my birthday kiss for him had really taken, and perhaps I should do it again. Just to be on the safe side. I laughed and moved over to kiss him, but before I could. He stopped me and said he thought he saw a mark on my blouse.

I glanced down and saw it was a patent lie, but realised what he was hinting at.

"Should I take it off?" I asked, trying to sound sweet and innocent.

"I think you should, just to be safe. Here, I'll help."

I was resting on his lap with the glass containing the dregs of champagne in one hand. Watching as he undid each button in turn. Amused at the eager anticipation on all three men's faces. Considering only a week ago they had seen me in just my panties. Antoine removed my blouse and tossed it onto a chair a few feet away. Then to my surprise ran a hand over my stomach, stopping just below my bra.

I shivered at the touch, but it was a distraction as I felt the tension of my bra strap ease.

"What are you doing?" I asked. More playful than anything.

"I just wanted to remind myself of what we saw last week."

"But last week I was just in my panties." I realised that was a mistake the moment I said it.

He helped me up and my bra and skirt were removed in an instant. I don't think any guy had seen me so often in my underwear, before these three. I was blushing and super horny. My nipples were so hard they ached. Antoine pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me. Holding the back of my head lightly as his tongue and mine played tongue hockey.

This time however, he wasn't holding back on touching me. I moaned into his mouth as he squeezed a breast, then teased my super hard nipple. Then tilted me back a little and moved his tongue from my mouth to my breasts.

Knowing the other two were watching drove this taboo encounter through the stratosphere. I was nearly naked at work, letting my boss grope me and suck on my tits and it was the wildest thing I could think of. My hand moved on autopilot towards the erection pressed against my leg. And I only just stopped myself.

Auguste cleared his throat and Antoine regretfully released me. I moved a little unsteadily to Auguste lap and repeated the process. Only to have Auguste comment that my breast tasted of champagne. By the time I got off his lap I was close to cumming and Marc pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him.

I tried not to whimper as the bulge in his pants rubbed over the front of my frankly soaking panties. I was seconds away from whipping them off and bending over the table and telling them all to fuck me. When an alarm sounded.

All three men swore loudly, and Antoine explained it was 6:20. And everyone had to be out of the building by 6:30 at the latest as the building alarm was set religiously. I nodded and reached for my clothing. Torn between insisting one of them (at least) take me to a hotel and give me the seeing too I needed. And realising I was in the precipice of fucking up my job and career.

As I dressed the other three dealt with the food and empty bottles. Leaving me to hurry home and claim I was unwell, and needed to go right to bed. Where I had my fingers or toy inside myself multiple times over the weekend.

On Monday Giselle grilled me about what happened after she left and I told her. Or a sanitised version, where we finished the booze and Antoine insisted on another kiss before I left. That was close enough. But I suspected she'd get the truth out of him easily enough.

Then she took me by surprise to remind me I'd passed my probation, and I had holidays to take before the end of the calendar year. Of course I had holidays, after temping last year, my holidays were gaps between gigs. I arranged to take the next week off and resolved to go back to England and visit old school friends.

However, I didn't really fit in any more. I was used to a big city with decent coffee shops on every corner. The sludge my friends drank was horrible, but I didn't want to come off as conceited. My clothes and makeup already made me stand out amongst them. All in all I was glad to get back to Paris and return to work.

Only to find Giselle on holiday herself. I half expected the boys to slack off, but with her away they were busy. Not too busy to not flirt and tease me about the 'new uniform' while Giselle was away. Hinting that it would be just my panties or less.

On Friday as I served Antoine his afternoon tea, I noted that he seemed pensive. I asked if everything was alright and he said that he missed some of Giselle's personal services when she was off. It was clear what he meant, and I teased back, asking how many times a week did she perform that service for him?

I was surprised when he said "almost every day". I'd assumed as guys got older their needs in that regard lessened. It seemed I was wrong, and seeing the bulge in his pants swung my decision. I offered to fill in for her just this once. Checking the door was closed, I knelt and reached for his pants. I was confused that he stopped me, only to understand as he suggested I take off the blouse to avoid 'stains'.

I chuckled and slipped off both blouse and bra. Letting him grope me as I extracted his impressive cock. My mouth filled with saliva and I bent over to prove I wasn't just a tease. With the man meat filling my mouths I was lost in memories as my head bobbed and my hand worked the shaft.

Part of me was horrified at what I was doing with a man as old as my dad and my boss as well. But that seemed to morph inside me until the taboo of it was driving me on. Perhaps I was better than Giselle, but I suspect he was just backed up, but he exploded in my mouth without warning. I gagged a little, but was careful not to make a mess.

He apologised, saying that Giselle was aware of when he'd cum. Perhaps I'd become like that in time. He added cheekily. I replied it was a one-time thing. But I suspected the draw of his impressive cock would bring me back.

I asked if that was why Giselle kept coming back and he sighed and I released I touched a tender spot.

"About 7 years ago she came to me and asked for my advice. I knew she was in an unhappy marriage but had avoided getting involved. She explained how her husband was barely bothering to hide his affairs and she'd tried everything to win him back. I explained that he was unlikely to change, and she deserved not to be in a miserable marriage. She thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and left me alone.

"Two weeks later she walked into my office late on a Friday and insisted on taking me to dinner. She'd confronted her husband, and they had separated. She wanted to thank me and she paid for the meal. In the taxi on the way to drop her off we had a little smooch and a cuddle. But nothing too much.

"The next week she explained that she was never going to trust men again enough to marry, but she would miss the sex. Stating that she wasn't looking for a regular boyfriend, and if I could cope with that, then she would happily suck me off from time to time if I returned the favour.

"This was before Auguste and Marc started and I think the 4 ladies I had working for me knew. My wife had died a few years earlier, and they had encouraged me to seek solace in another. So, they looked the other way when Giselle visited me frequently.

"It was a good relationship, although I missed the other parts."

"The sex?" I quipped, and he smiled.

"No, there was plenty of that. Mostly in a nearby hotel, but she enjoyed the taboo of doing it in the office and the risk of getting caught. She admitted she saw other men from time to time, and I had to accept that, even if I was somewhat jealous. When she admitted to being attracted to Auguste and Marc, I was reluctant. That seemed a little close to home if you understand me.

"However, she would tell me of their flirting and the first time she'd touched them and they touched her. I found I was uncomfortably turned on. She realised this faster than I, and from then on she took delight in tormenting me with the details. Until I'd virtually tear her clothes off and take her hard. She really likes that."

He smiled at me, then looked down to see his cock softening. Having tasted cum for the first time in two years. Fuck! It had been that long. I wanted more, so I picked up my blouse and bra, then left the room. Auguste spotted me instantly and grinned as I walked towards him topless. While Marc nearly jumped out of his chair seeing me like that again.

"Tell you what guys..." I started and reached under my skirt and slipped down my panties. "I promise to suck you both off, if one of you will go down on my pussy. But you have to promise not to try to fuck me when I'm distracted."

It was already wicked, but I decided to up my game by doing it over Giselle's desk. I lay on my back and put my head over the edge of the desk. Opened my mouth in anticipation as I pulled my skirt up to expose my pussy to the pair for the first time.

Auguste was faster off the drawer than Marc as he whipped out his hardening cock and touched it to my lips. But Marc took to the consolation prize with gusto, kissing around my pussy without just thrusting a finger into me. Not that I wasn't totally wet enough to take it. With Auguste playing with my tits as I blew him, and Marc lapping at my pussy, I wasn't paying too much attention to Auguste and before I expected it he warned me and blew at the same moment.

I swallowed eagerly and the word 'cocktail' popped into my head. Triggered by the second load of cum in my belly. Which I knew would be joined by a third shortly.

The pair switched ends as Marc eagerly introduced his cock to my cock hungry mouth. I know it was wrong to compare cocks, but I'd never seen three in less than 20 minutes before. Marc was about as long as Antoine, but slimmer. Auguste was shorter than both, but perhaps even girthier than Antoine.

Then I discovered that Auguste was trying to make up for being too quick by really going to town on my clit and pussy. His tongue certainly went deeper than I was used to. I lost focus on Marc, but he didn't seem to care. A warm wet welcoming mouth seemed to be enough for him.

My orgasm hit and I screamed onto his cock at its intensity. Triggering Marc to overload my mouth with his load. Trying not to cough it out, to go up my nose or get all over Giselle's desk. I managed to swallow it all.

Then I heard slow clapping from Antoine standing at his door and had obviously been watching.

"Very enjoyable. But I pay you three to work." Both boys fumbled their cocks away, and I sat up. Thinking that he was a bit hypocritical as I'd polished his cock not too long ago.

"I think it might be a good idea if you head home early." he said to me and I nodded.

The reality of what I'd done sunk in and I needed some time to think. I mean, I was sure I'd not get sacked, not after emptying so many sacks one after another. But that didn't mean it wouldn't cause issues with them sniffing after me. Or, I added with a little more concern, how Giselle would react to me poaching on her ground. That was worrying.

Instead of going home, I took the Metro and then walked the streets trying to figure out what to do.

On Monday as I was about to dress for work, I remembered that Giselle was off this week as well. So, I decided to dress appropriately. I. e. forego underwear and kept my coat carefully closed until I got to the office.

We were still busy, but I kept morale up, as it were, by manufacturing incidents where I flashed my bum, pussy. Then magically find a tit falling out of my blouse at a strategically exciting time. Antoine knew I was doing it, as I was doing it for him more often than the others. But as we were still getting work done, for the most part, he overlooked it.

At least until Thursday afternoon, where he called me into his office. Telling me I was a naughty girl getting them all worked by teasing and not following through. To be honest, I was horny as hell all week, but was getting off from the excessive teasing.

So, when he ordered me to bend over his desk, I shivered in anticipation as he lifted the back of my skirt and kissed my backside. Although, the spanking was a painful surprise. Fortunately he made up for it by not going too hard, and fingering me to orgasm immediately afterwards.

I would have eagerly repeated my BJ from the previous week, but he suggested that we save that until after 4pm tomorrow. Otherwise we'd never get our work done. I very nearly said that I figured my work now included 'moral officer' or cock sucker extraordinaire.

Friday was a bit of a blur as I had to sit on a towel for most of the day as I was so worked up from the prospect of sucking more yummy cocks before I went home. Parts of the old me tried to resurface to tell me it was wrong, or sucking off multiple guys was the sign of a slut. But if it was I no longer cared.

The clock crawled ever more slowly until the clock hit 4pm. Antoine came from his office and gestured for me and the others to join him in his office. For a moment, my imagination flared that I'd be part of a four-way.

But instead he played Rock-Paper-Scissors to see who would go 1st, 2nd and 3rd. Explaining that it would be safer if we used his office. Rather than out in the main office, where anyone could have walked in on us. I felt a little foolish about that, but it also seemed to find a new level of arousal.

Marc won, Antoine came 2nd, and Auguste last. He shrugged and simply said that by going last he could take his time. I shivered in anticipation. Antoine said we'd only have 30 minutes each and took Auguste away with him.

Marc quickly stripped me, kissed and fondled me, before going down on me again. I was grateful. So, I eagerly sucked him off after he made me cum. I remained naked as I went to get Antoine. Finding him and Auguste chatting and sharing a glass of wine.

Marc kissed me as he left and I quickly had another cock in my mouth. After the orgasm yesterday, I figured I owned him. Going to town on him with my best work. Only to get rewarded with a bigger load than last week. He thanked me and I sat in his chair to rest my knees.

Auguste appeared and handed me a glass of wine. Saying that Antoine had said I might need it. I rinsed my mouth from the second load of cum and held my arms out for what Auguste wanted.

Part of me wanted him to want him to push it and try to fuck me. Because I knew I'd barely offer even a token resistance. I might not have had that many lovers, but I figured I'd moved on from the kiddie's pool of BJs (Oh, really bad comparison.) I meant that I'd evolved to something better and way more filling. If not for my mouth.

Instead he spent unnecessary time on foreplay, seemingly forgetting he was my third in an hour. We kissed, fondled and made out. I was blurring the lines between boyfriend and this. Which was certainly not. But when he got me off with his fingers and mouth. I took my time getting him off. Only to find the other two were already gone.

If I'd not just sucked all the life from his dick, I might have suggested we stay longer, or got a room for the night nearby. But some part of me worried about Giselle. Knowing that she'd find out, eventually.

Giselle was back the next week and grilled me about what had happened the previous few weeks. Reminding me that she'd be asking the others. So, again I tried a sanitised version. With less success. Although, I managed to derail the questions a little by saying that Antoine had explained her relationship to him and the others.

I'm not sure if I fed her too many breadcrumbs in my version, or if she just sucked it from Antoine's cock. But by Wednesday she was giving me a look that I was struggling to interpret. It confused me as it seemed more pride than jealousy. Like I was her mentee in the art of 'fucking around'. OK, I might have phrased that better, but it was more accurate than I cared to admit.

On Friday I discovered that it was Giselle's birthday, and the guys seemed more happy about that than made sense to me. As expected, more champagne and canapes were delivered, but there was a sexual tension in the air all day.

Of course if I'd bothered to think about it for long enough, I might have worked it out. Or at least a part of it. A clue here for the impatient reader is to remember the birthday tradition of kissing.

As per last time we set the food out in the conference room and drank. This time however, knowing there would be more going on, I kept my consumption lower. Not none, but lower.

And I was glad I did as at 4pm, she made an excuse to need the bathroom and returned nude. She had an amazing body, smaller boobs than me, but enticing. Her slim hips and toned legs made me a little jealous.

While I was surprised the others just looked on expectantly as she lay back on the table. Opening her legs and reminding them she was owed a kiss. The location was obvious.

Auguste, then Marc and then Antoine took their turn to lick, kiss and nuzzle her pussy. Each worked a finger into her pussy and she was literally squirming on the edge of orgasm. Until she stopped her lover and Antoine stepped back. Wiping her juices from his chin.

Giselle looked at me and asked for the kiss I owed her. I blushed and wondered if she meant the tradition or that I'd poached her boys. To be honest, before Giselle had helped me cum while I masturbated, I'd never really considered being with another girl.

After that, it lingered at the back of my mind. Finding it intriguing, but I'd never thought it might happen, or that I would be the mouth instead of the pussy. When I looked at the others, all three men looked hopeful, and hard as a granite cliff.

Looking back at Giselle's glistening lower lips I said, "Fuck it!" I doubted I'd ever have an opportunity like this again. If I'd been hit on by a girl in a bar or club, I'd have baulked. Having a man, or multiple men here took the lezzy curse off it. Kind of.

So, I sat down and leant in, inhaling her scent and realising it was almost like mine. Either way I was in love with it immediately. I kissed another woman's lips (north or south of my belly button) for the first time at my own will. Tasting her fluid and closing my eyes.

The moan of lesbian lust emerged from all three men and I grinned.

Turning my head to look at the guys I said, "Do you mind? I'm kinda busy here." Going back to kissing and finally pressing my tongue deep inside her. Just as I liked it.

I hate to say it but it didn't seem enough for her as she gasped out 'Cock'.

Auguste and Marc were naked and kneeling on either side of her in moments. And as if in a practised move, she grasped each erection and wanked them as they played with her tits.

Antoine wasn't about to be left out. But his target seemed to be me. Stripping my blouse and bra off before yanking down my skirt and panties. As I added finger's to Giselle's pussy, he added his to mine. Fingering me in time to me fingering Giselle.

But as Giselle started to suck each guy in turn, Antoine pressed against me. I gasped as his large cock stretched me open and sank into me. Robbing me for moments of the mental capacity to eat her pussy. But once I recovered I soldiered on. Working hard to get her off before Antoine made me cum for the first time on his cock.

I've no idea who came first, but I do remember Giselle's tit's glistening with two loads of cum as Antoine painted my cervix with cum. My face was smeared with Giselle's orgasm and I kissed up her stomach, licking the cum off of her tits and sharing it with her.

Epilogue

I know I felt awkward in the aftermath, I didn't regret it, but knew I couldn't keep doing stuff like this.

The following Monday I handed in my resignation and Antoine said he understood and he'd use all his resources to make sure I got another job. A better one. Auguste and Marc apologised, but I told them they were only part of it.

Giselle spent hours looking for another job for me. Calling favours and back channels to check out a job that might not be quite so good. My grandfather was less than happy that I'd quit a job he'd got me. And it was making life hard at home.

However, Giselle proved to be a godsend both in helping me find a new job, and offering for me to move in with her. No, strings attached. But if I felt like a little company in bed, she'd be happy to oblige.

It would have been rude to refuse both her offers, and I learned if a girl was indeed better at cunnilingus than a boy. Those results I will keep to myself.

We both enjoyed it, but it was obvious that we preferred a nice hard cock. Now I wasn't working under her, we got on better and I think we formed a genuine friendship. We shared each other's bed infrequently, but often enough that drained the pent up frustration that burst out and contributed to my otherwise inexcusable sexual excess.

A little under a year since coming to France, I was dating a guy. Older than I was used to, but an experienced lover. If Giselle hadn't changed since I'd moved in I might have felt awkward. But Antoine and she had moved their open relationship to something more traditional. That also included a visit to a specialist club from time to time to let out her wilder inclinations.

While I thought about Auguste and Marc from time to time, people moved on and I was sure they had their own lovers now.

The End

[If you're read this far, you'll realise that I prefer stories with characters and a plot. A story deserves development, escalation, and conflict. Rather than diving into the 'good bits'.

This is the 3rd attempt at a story like this; the other 2 are unpublished as of 2026.

I've been trying to thread the needle of reluctance and compliance. Making the earlier parts mild reluctance and balancing it with the latter engagement. The others were more heavily reluctant, and I hope this hits the sweet spot between the two.

Please vote and comment if I did or did not pull this off. Despite around 1 million words published, and 2 million views. Authors are always anxious about anything new they publish. Getting feedback keeps authors publishing here. And that's not just me. A moment of your time means the world to all authors.]