Everyone Loves Monika

Monika was slowly becoming bored. She even came up with the idea of recording the trainer's monotonous monologue for herself. It would certainly have cured her insomnia and she would surely have drifted right off into Morpheus's arms if she hadn't been sitting right next to Tomek. She had no intention of trying anything with him, because first he was her subordinate, second he was more than ten years younger, and third she was already a 40-year-old married woman and nothing stupid had ever happened to her. That didn't change the fact that she always, reflexively, fixed her makeup, hair and clothes whenever he was going to be nearby. Anyway, her colleagues from the office behaved the same way.

Tomek was taking notes on the course with unusual care. He was always tidy. Shirts impeccably ironed, tie perfectly chosen. His only fault was that he didn't talk much. But when Monika had once gossiped jokingly with the girls from work and they all came to the conclusion that when it came to Tomek, he didn't have to say anything. One smile from him and every one of them got hot. Lost in thought, Monika scratched herself absent-mindedly above her left breast, slipping her hand under the neckline. Only after a moment did she notice that she had accidentally uncovered a bit of her transparent bra. Worse, Tomek was discreetly glancing at it. She immediately covered it with her blouse. Blushing, she dropped her gaze, and her thighs clenched hard.

Oh, I think I'd better sit somewhere else next time, she thought. This closeness is too dangerous.

In the row next to them sat Andrzej, a very good colleague whom she trusted and with whom she liked to talk. Sometimes even about more private matters. Next to him Piotr was warming the seat. He often joked indecently, threw out various sexual innuendos, which Monika usually answered with mild indignation, but deep down she liked the show of interest. All of them made up her fairly tight team. She was their boss and the only woman in the bunch. That's why she always tried to keep their interactions as professionally as possible, though in a friendly way. Unfortunately, it didn't always work out. The three gentlemen were, all in all, decent guys.

Finally the words everyone had been waiting for came.

"Well, I think that's enough for today," the trainer said. "See you tomorrow."

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The taxi dropped the four of them at the place they were staying. Everyone was impressed. The company had rented a whole cottage by a charming little lake for them. The sun was still high and a holiday-like atmosphere took hold of them at once. Monika looked around.

"Well well, not bad at all," she said.

"Faaaairy tale," Piotr answered, stretching. "Got to chill the glass." And he added, with a dig, looking at Monika: "Oh, things are going to happen."

"Suuuure," she answered with a smile. "And you're still a dreamer. This is a work trip."

She wanted to take a stricter tone, but because the relaxed atmosphere had got to her too, the reply didn't sound stern at all.

Carrying her luggage, she started up the steps of the cottage. Tomek snatched her bag and caught her hand, helping her climb. When she felt his touch, shivers went through her. They had already reached the door, so she freed her hand from the helpful grip as quickly as she could, trying to hide her confusion.

Monika's room was quite pleasant. She called her husband, reporting on the stay and asking about the children, whether he was managing everything, left alone with the whole house his responsibility. To the question about her plans she answered that she would probably take a nap now after the course, and in the evening look over her notes and go to sleep. They exchanged phone kisses and ended the call. Monika looked through the window and noticed that the boys were already fooling around on the beach in swimming trunks, taking advantage of the afternoon sun and pouring drinks into glasses. It looked like they were having a good time. She thought that maybe she didn't feel like sitting in the room after all, she'd go down to them and relax a bit. She pulled off her work suit and, standing in her underwear, wondered what to put on.

A white, airy dress came to mind, with a fairly large slit on the side, which she hadn't worn for a long time. But she felt a certain resistance. She was their boss and she always tried not to flaunt her body at work. Usually her work suits were very toned down and didn't reveal too much. And in this dress almost the whole thigh often escaped to freedom. Besides, they were much younger and she wasn't sure if it was proper for her. She looked through the window once more at the men, who, joking about something, were testing the water by splashing each other with it.

Ah, what the hell, she thought.

She pulled the dress out of the bag and laid it on the bed. It was airy and in strong light even a little see-through. Monika decided she would change her dark underwear for white, so it wouldn't catch the eye. So she shed everything she had on. She looked at her bare breasts and at that moment remembered how Tomek had glanced with great curiosity into her neckline when she had accidentally uncovered it. An image appeared in her mind that he was looking at them right now, when they were completely uncovered, when their shape was fully visible, when her nipples were so exposed to the daylight, so defenceless.

Curiosity came over her. How would he react to that sight? What would she feel? Maybe she would let him touch them. So he could check how soft and smooth they were... She felt a little ashamed of these thoughts, and her hand involuntarily rested in the area of the nicely trimmed little fur on her shell. She ran her fingers over the delicate skin and this time Tomek's touch came back to her, when he had helped her up the stairs. She thought that his fingers had been rough but tender, firm but not pushy. He had such nice and well-kept hands and... her shell seemed so sensitive to her at that moment. She clenched her thighs harder and tried to drive away these sudden thoughts about Tomek, about him taking care of her there. After all she was a more or less happy, but still married woman.

"Don't think about Tomek, don't think about Tomek," she told herself with her eyes closed.

When it seemed she had managed to drive the images of Tomek out of her imagination, she opened her eyes and again saw the little tuft of hair, from under which a delicate slit peeked out. Her thoughts wandered over everyone, not only Tomek. Now an image of Andrzej drifted through her mind, with whom she had such good contact. With whom she had talked so many times, sometimes even confided some personal problems. And he always listened to her, always comforted her. Well unfortunately, in Monika's imagination Andrzej was tenderly taking care of her shell, her belly, her breasts, her whole body. With great feeling he touched her skin, understanding her perfectly, what she desired, what she was like. No! She couldn't think about Andrzej. That was too dangerous. So she swapped him in her head for Piotr. That pervert in her vision, unceremoniously got at her treasures, doing with them what she protested against, what she didn't want, or maybe what she did want, but so secretly that she preferred not even to know about it. He wasn't gentle with her nipples, and he treated the shell like something you had to force your way into. On one side she felt great sweetness, but on the other she wanted to avoid further questions: 'and what would he do with her navel, what would he do with her lips, what would he do inside her slit...'

Monika shook herself out of these thoughts and as quickly as she could put on the new underwear. On top of it -- that white, airy dress. Indeed, the slit was high and her knee with every step emerged together with a larger part of the thigh. Moreover, the material clinging at the waist fitted the ass well, whose shape was clearly visible. She had no intention of spoiling her good mood and worrying anymore about what was proper and what wasn't with colleagues, co-workers, subordinates. She only hoped they wouldn't comment too much.

Their initial reaction robbed her of that hope. When she was approaching the lakeshore, they were just batting a ball with music playing from a portable player. Beside them, on the blanket, stood a few half-empty glasses of drinks. Her arrival made the men stop batting, and their gazes focused on the woman.

She could almost feel their gaze as a touch through the slit in the dress, how they watched her hips moving evenly under the material and the rhythm of each step. She almost felt how they were forcing their way with it into the slit in the dress, how they were looking at her hips moving evenly under the material, to the rhythm of every step. She noticed that the front of the dress, from the pressure of the breeze, clung perfectly to her body, so that you could almost see the shape of her pubic mound, over which it was stretched. She noticed that this was attracting the men's attention. She got a little flustered, but she didn't show it. She had never come to work in short skirts, and now they had almost her whole thigh in view, and worse... they were staring at it intently.

"Well well." Piotr of course reacted first. "And what nymph is this that has appeared here?"

"Oh, give it a rest, boys," Monika answered, a bit embarrassed. "Never seen an old woman? Play on, I'll watch." Saying that, she sat down on the blanket.

Of course the men had no mind for playing any more. Monika felt she had found herself at the centre of attention of the whole trio and, despite the initial fluster, she was even starting to like it. Piotr came up first and made her a drink. Monika tried, unsuccessfully, to ensure that it wouldn't be too strong.

"Just a tiny bit, about that much... how much have you poured me?"

But her resistance was no use. Inside she felt that she shouldn't deny herself. She too deserved a bit of relaxation sometimes.

"Well watch yourself better, watch yourself today, because if you lose the plot, I won't answer for myself," Piotr joked, looking at her knee. Monika covered it with the hem of the dress and wagged a finger at him, but she knew him well and knew he always had to talk.

"Eh, give it a rest already. You've only got one thing on your mind."

Andrzej was looking at her too. But this time, differently. Usually he looked in a friendly way, and now she felt some strange little flames in his gaze.

"But you have to admit," he said. "That you attract attention."

Monika blushed lightly. All the more because she also noticed Tomek's gaze directed her way, and how he was biting his lower lip, narrowing his eyes at the same time. She was curious what he was thinking about.

The men sat around her on the blanket and started drinking and joking. Monika sat in the middle and was starting to feel more and more at ease and more and more pleasant. Sometimes thoughts attacked her that she shouldn't allow herself so much. One, that they were after all colleagues from work, and two, that her husband was sitting at home now, and she surrounded by three men, shamelessly flirting with them. But she also remembered how much effort she had to put in lately for her husband to see a woman in her. When she had last worn this dress, he hadn't even noticed it, absorbed in some work project of his. And here it was enough that she uncovered a bit of knee and she almost had to fight them off. She liked this situation more and more, and the alcohol made her stop tormenting herself with what was proper and what wasn't. So she sat on the blanket between the men, and her dress sliding down again uncovered the knee, and even a larger part than before of the lightly tanned thigh. The woman didn't fix it, even though the colleagues were almost devouring with their eyes the delicate inside of her leg. The skin there was perfectly smooth and almost pink.

Suddenly she felt something pressing into her ass under the blanket, most probably some stone. The men noticed how she kept adjusting the blanket under her buttocks.

"What's there?" Andrzej asked. "Come on, we'll sort this out, because our princess on the pea is uncomfortable."

At that moment Tomek took her in his arms and lifted her up. He was slim, but well built. You could see he was muscled. Earlier her attention had already been drawn by his flat, hard belly. And now, whether she wanted or not, she was embracing him round the neck so as not to fall. She felt with her hands how hard his shoulders were, how there was practically no fat under the skin. The other colleagues in that time lifted the blanket and pulled out from under it the stones guilty of her discomfort. Monika was laid gently on the blanket. Deep in her heart she was grateful that she no longer had to touch Tomek's body, because it was starting to boil in her. She thought jokingly that she was still ready to forget herself and kiss him.

Piotr went to the lake for another bottle that was cooling, and Andrzej and Tomek were fiddling with something at the radio, because it had started crackling. Monika was left alone for a moment and settled comfortably on the blanket. She thought that the sun was warming her so pleasantly and pulled the whole dress up from the front, so as to expose her thighs to its rays. She noticed that she had uncovered a bit of her white knickers, but after all on the beach that was nothing. But for the men it wasn't nothing. When they came back, their attention immediately focused on that very point. Her shell was pushing out the knickers, and through their middle ran a clear indentation along the slit. Her delicate skin right by the knickers folded in a nice way. Monika thanked her foresight that before the trip she had depilated the bikini area and was so smooth there.

The colleagues were now almost without embarrassment staring at that place. She wasn't surprised at Piotr. From Andrzej's side she expected greater restraint. As for Tomek, she was convinced that this youngster had many prettier women in his sights and it surprised her a bit, but also flattered her, that he was looking at her with such a little flame in his eyes. She pretended she didn't notice how they were looking at her, only spread herself on the blanket and enjoyed the last rays of the sun. For a moment for a joke she wondered what it would be like if she were lying in front of them like that, with the dress raised, but without knickers. So that they could look at her there and comment. She was curious about their reaction. Thinking like that, she even spread her thighs a little, which until then she had kept pressed together. On one side she didn't want to do it, but she couldn't stop herself and thought that after all it was nothing. But she felt she was getting wet, so as quickly as she could she drove all these thoughts away, so that her arousal wouldn't show on the underwear.

Another hour went by in talk and jokes, some of them spicier than others. Hardly a subject came up that did not slide onto men and women. At one point her colleagues started dredging up primary-school grammar in their native Polish language, specifically how you decline a noun, and for some reason the noun they picked was 'mound'. They remembered there were seven cases. Somehow, every time they counted, they got to a dozen or more. At last Piotr took it on himself to put the knowledge in order.

"Quiet. In order. It went something like this. Who? What? As in: a woman has a 'mound'."

Monika, without thinking, glanced down at her crotch.

"No... that would be whom, what... that's another case. All right then: this is a pretty 'mound'. Next: of whom? of what? Hmm... Getting at a 'mound'? And after that?"

"To whom, to what!" Andrzej cut in. "So maybe looking at a 'mound'? Ugh."

"At a what? You say to a 'mound'," Piotr said. "Doing a 'mound' a favour. There! And next?"

"Don't shout. Slip of the tongue. And then it's what we had at the start: whom, what. So it can be: taking hold of a 'mound'."

"No!" Piotr said.

"What do you mean, no," Andrzej said, not giving up. "You're talking rubbish."

"The correct sentence is: taking a FIRM hold of a 'mound'."

That got a general laugh. The men were warming up. Monika didn't know where to hide.

"But whose 'mound'?" Andrzej asked, smiling, as if it were a real question. The men looked, all innocence, at the only woman in the company.

Monika had gone redder and redder listening to this. Her 'mound' was practically glowing under the pale knickers stretched over it.

"No insinuations, please," she said. "I'm watching the lake. I'm not listening to a word of this."

"Right, right," Piotr said. "What came next?"

"With whom, with what," Monika said, helping them.

The men thought for a moment, looking for a sentence, and nothing came.

"Doing various things with a 'mound'," Tomek put in at last. As he said it he looked between Monika's legs again. For a second she wondered what he meant by various things, and she went warm. She hid it again, though she was afraid she was already wet between her thighs. She stopped wondering what various things her colleague might do with a 'mound'.

"And then about whom, about what," Andrzej said. "So maybe..."

"But it could also be on whom, on what. Or better... in whom, in what!" Piotr dug in. "Yes. Best of all: in whom, in what. So what can be in a 'mound'?" he asked the others, smiling.

"Depends whose 'mound'," Andrzej said, and the men laughed again at the fresh colour on Monika's face.

"I vote for something big and very lively," Piotr added.

"Oh, give it a rest with the 'mound'," Monika snapped. "I'll start thinking you've never seen one in your lives."

"Depends whose," Andrzej put in again.

"I don't even want to hear whose 'mound' you're talking about." Monika made as if to cover her ears. "Or I'll get angry!" Her tone was a little sharper, but there were already a few butterflies in her stomach.

Andrzej put a hand on her shoulder and whispered in a friendly way.

"Oh don't worry, it's only such jokes. The boys don't mean anything bad."

"Speak for yourself," Piotr added with a smile.

The colleagues calmed down a bit and the talks moved to other subjects. The sun started slowly setting. Tomek went to the cottage to throw something on.

More glasses were filled with drinks. Monika raised one to her lips and at that moment felt a hand on her knee. It was of course Piotr's hand. Half-lying, he was looking at the sky and stroking her thigh. She looked at him sternly.

"Whoa whoa, where's that hand?" she asked.

"Well, as they say...? On one little knee, or on the other little knee?" Piotr asked innocently.

"Well, that's what they say in the countryside," Monika answered, "you sly one."

"After all we're in the countryside. Do you see any blocks here?"

"Eh, you schemer," she said in his direction with indulgence. At that moment she felt a hand on the other knee. It belonged to Andrzej, whom Piotr's behaviour had apparently emboldened.

"Whatever you call it, but it's pleasant like that, I have to confirm," he said.

"I see the gentlemen have got frisky, I don't know if that's proper?" Monika almost felt how their hands desired this touch, how they were enjoying the smoothness of her thighs, yet they didn't allow themselves too much, and besides the lightly buzzing alcohol in her head put her in a good mood, so she didn't throw them off herself. After a moment she felt how Piotr's hand was moving from the knee along the thigh, further and further. As if by accident, as if each time it drew back, but still it was reaching higher and higher. In the end Piotr pretended great curiosity about some little light in the house.

"What's shining there?" he asked, at the same time turning over. As if by chance and against his will, his hand landed already almost at Monika's knickers, even the tip of a finger lightly brushed a nice, smooth fold in the bikini area, which was emerging from under the white knickers. Shivers went through Monika, but also in her head a red light instantly lit up. She flicked their hands off and stood up.

"Something those 'mounds' must have mixed up in your heads," she stated with a smile. "Well, enough of this good stuff, gentlemen, I remind you that tomorrow there's no free day, only another day of the course. Have fun here, and I have to look over the course on my laptop." She turned and went towards the cottage. She couldn't help herself, though, from moving her ass invitingly with every step. She didn't turn round, but she was sure what they were looking at right then. They didn't say a word, as if speech had been taken from them, which amused Monika a bit. Only after a moment Piotr couldn't help himself from joking:

"So what time should I come to you?"

She let it go in one ear and out the other and was glad deep down that she had managed to withdraw from there at the right moment, because it was starting to get dangerous. Piotr's behaviour didn't surprise her, but since even Andrzej was starting such tricks, it meant she must have misbehaved a little and she even had a bit of a guilty conscience about it.

Monika went to the room and threw the dress off herself. She looked in the mirror. Looking at herself in just her underwear, she hadn't felt so sexy for a long time. She took a towel, wrapped herself in it and went down to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she hung it on them. The bathroom was narrow, you had to pass between the shower and the washing machine. She stood in front of the mirror and unhooked her bra. Suddenly she heard something from the side. She turned and almost jumped in fright. From under the shower next to which she had just passed, Tomasz emerged, and his face was no less surprised than hers. He was all wet and... naked. He was just drying his head and from the emotion and surprise he didn't even cover himself. How could she not have noticed him when he was standing under the shower!?

Her gaze involuntarily rested on his member, hanging limply between his legs.

"Oops," she whispered.

"Oops," he whispered.

"Well then maybe I'll go," she said, not hiding her nerves.

For that she had to pass next to him, almost squeeze between him and the washing machine. So she approached Tomek on tiptoe, heading towards the door and when she was near him... she suddenly noticed how his penis was rising. He stood stunned with the towel in his hair, his gaze directed her way, and his erect member was looking at her with that eye of its own, so that shivers went through her.

Only then did she grasp the seriousness of the situation. This Tomek, about whom all the women in the office gossiped including her, always in a nicely chosen suit, always well-kept and precise, whom until now she had known mainly from work contacts, was standing in front of her with his member strained in her direction, and she had only underwear on. On top of that her bra was unhooked and she had to hold up its cups. Her nipples were well visible, because it was transparent. In addition one of the cups was half uncovered. Tomek's gaze was still wandering in those regions, as if the man was revelling in that sight. After all never in the office had he had the chance to see his boss's half-uncovered breast and her nipple, to convince himself what shape it had, what colour.

Monika was already a few centimetres from him, moving towards the door, but there wasn't too much space and her hand somehow involuntarily rested on his penis, as if she wanted to push it aside so she could squeeze past. She felt how it was straining, how hard it was and she almost got frightened, letting go of it when she finally managed to get past him. She quickly pulled the towel off the handle and with the word "sorry" almost ran out of the bathroom.

"Eh, no harm done." Only his words caught up with her, when, all red, she rushed upstairs to her room.

She slammed the door behind her and sat on the bed. Various thoughts attacked her. How would she look Tomek in the eye? How would she now receive daily reports from him? After all when he handed them over, she would have in her head only the memory of how she held his penis, strained at the sight of her. What would happen when the girls in the office gossiped about him? Was she supposed to say that she liked him too, and his member strained so wonderfully in the hand? She lay down on the bed. Her head was buzzing from the alcohol, and these images kept going around and around. How she was holding Tomek's penis, how her colleagues were touching her knees, how their hands were moving higher and higher... of course to the mound. She even for a moment wondered what case of declension that was: "to the mound"?

She felt with her whole self how they desired her, that everything was so very different from what she had at home. She felt as never before that her skin was so delicate and sensitive to touch, that shivers went through her at the mere thought. She couldn't focus on anything else. Again Tomek and his penis returned to her, which probably wanted to enter her, because why else would it strain at the sight of her. Lying there, Monika pulled off her knickers and was naked again. She touched her shell. She felt how soft it was under the hairs, almost fluffy and velvety. The thought that Tomek's penis was dreaming of entering her shell right then, of getting at it, not caring how delicate it was, made shivers go through her. She stroked herself there for a while, thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. Unable to stop herself, she parted her petals and slipped a finger into herself, imagining that it was Tomek entering her, with that erect spear of his.

Suddenly she heard some voices outside the window, which was open. It was Piotr and Andrzej talking, not knowing they were being heard.

"Well what? And you don't?" She heard Piotr's voice. "Right, right. I'm not hiding. I'd fuck her raw. And she'd squeal under me."

"I'm not saying I wouldn't," Andrzej answered. "Do I look like some abnormal? Only you know... we have a good working relationship and spoiling it like that..."

"But did you see that little slit of hers under the knickers. If I got at it like that, she wouldn't know what her name was."

"Well in sum..." Andrzej's voice changed. "I'll admit that now. I'd fuck her through and through too. And it would be good for her with me..." Both men burst out laughing.

The voices fell silent. The woman listened with absorption. She looked at her uncovered shell and thought that now three penises in the area were lying in wait precisely for her. And each was dreaming of thrusting into her. Her slit seemed so defenceless, and worst of all, Monika asked herself what it would be like if she threw it to the mercy of those penises. The answer of her senses exceeded expectations. Again a shiver went through her and she felt juices leaking from her. Again the sight of her husband returned. But now somehow differently. She thought she would go back to him tomorrow. He would give her a kiss again, but in reality he would barely notice her. And here, downstairs, Tomek who was looking with such absorption at her nipple. Whose gaze said that he would probably give a lot to play with her breasts. And besides that, still the colleagues, who would probably go out of their minds if they saw her naked. She felt how her ass, breasts, shell, whole body was becoming a stronger and stronger magnet for them.

There were more and more of these thoughts. So she got up suddenly and decided to do something about it. She wrapped herself in the towel. No one remained outside the window. Probably her colleagues were already sitting in their rooms. She felt that a cool shower would do her good, but she was afraid to go into the bathroom. It was already dusk and suddenly and idea came to her.

She went down quietly and slipped onto the lakeshore. She threw off the towel and waded into the water. She immersed herself to mid-thigh and started washing her naked body. The water was pleasantly cool. It flowed over her breasts, belly, shell. Monika felt like a nymph in the lake. She thought about the colleagues, that she could go back to them naked like that. They would probably throw themselves at her, and Tomek would do those "various things" with her mound. From these thoughts she felt warmth between her thighs again. Even the cool water didn't help. She immersed her hand in the lake and raised it to her little fur, as if she wanted to wash it. But when she felt the sensitive lips under her fingers, when she stroked them, she couldn't resist continuing it. She felt so good naked in the open air and, on top of that, playing wither her slit.

Suddenly a stream of light surrounded her. Frightened she turned, crouched and covered the slit and breasts with her hands. She noticed her colleagues on the shore, swaying a bit on their legs. Piotr was holding a torch in his hand and illuminating her.

"Well nice, nice," he said. "What's going on here."

"But..." Monika crouched more, unable to force any more words out of herself.

"Hey now," Andrzej drew Piotr's attention. "Maybe better take that torch away. Don't be a boor."

Monika liked that Andrzej took to her defence, but on the other hand some kind of excitement was growing in her caused by the fact that she was standing naked, crouched, in view of the colleagues. True she was covering herself, but her breasts were escaping from behind the cover with every movement. On top of that she felt with her hand how soft and defenceless they were. She saw how her colleagues were looking at them.

"Well what?" Piotr snapped at Andrzej. "And a moment ago you yourself were looking so your eyes almost popped out."

"Maybe..." In the end Monika gathered herself. "You'll go argue somewhere else?"

"Maybe...," Piotr answered. "... but since we're already here, maybe you'd show a bit more? Come on, don't be like that. Just a bit and we'll go."

"But Piotrek." Monika's tone was lightly pleading, "Don't do that to me."

Piotr didn't care about that.

"Well... just uncover yourself a tiny bit for a moment and I'll give the towel back. After all you know we like you. Just in a friendly way," he continued half joking, half serious.

"Oh please." Monika felt more and more cornered.

"Well only for a moment and it'll be ok. Because we won't go." They really looked as if they had no intention of leaving.

Monika suddenly uncovered herself and ran along the shore, as if she wanted to bypass them and escape. But the water didn't bother them, so they were faster and had no intention of letting her go.

When she ran like that, her breasts bounced hard. She had to lift her legs high in the water, which made her bare ass swing to the sides. Seeing that, they must have had a good time. Only now did she understand the seriousness of the situation. As if she had nothing to reproach herself with, but if she had behaved properly, it wouldn't have come to her being naked and surrounded by her colleagues. On top of that she sensed their wicked intentions. But was it her fault? She only uncovered thighs, knickers. Allowed herself to be stroked on the knees, talked with the colleagues about the mound, held Tomek by the member, went to bathe naked in front of a house full of men... and nothing more.

So why were ordinary colleagues from work behaving now almost like animals? As if a herd of males had scented a female. And she felt now precisely like such a defenceless, weak female, exposed to the mercy of three much stronger males than her, with no way of escape. She felt how her destiny was approaching inexorably. She was afraid to think what various things they probably wanted to do to her now and... through that greater and greater arousal was taking hold of her. Not long ago she had remained with these men on a friendly and work footing. She collected reports from them, assigned tasks, at most they joked in the office on various subjects, or talked about Mary's ass in the office, and now... her slit was naked and in great danger from their side. Their penises which wanted to force their way between her more and more heated lips were already so close to the goal.

Monika quickly got tired from that run. Resigned she stopped, and her hands uncovered the breasts and the shameful triangle. She stood like that with lowered hands and gaze fixed on the colleagues. But the blood was pulsing more and more lively in her veins. She felt their gazes, how they were examining her body and its intimate nooks. Especially her pubic hair intrigued them. She saw what interest it aroused in them and felt how terribly it attracted them. Still at times scraps of thoughts about home, husband flashed through her head, but she didn't let them fully form.

"Had a good look?"

"Eh. But from far away like that..." Piotr continued. "Maybe if about two steps forward?"

"The boys found themselves some fun!" she growled but took two steps forward. Her breasts swayed to the sides with every movement, almost hypnotising the colleagues. "Enough?" she asked. Then added in a stern tone, "Towel please, or I'll get unpleasant." Yet it was hard for her to be threatening with uncovered breasts and crotch.

"Well here it is," Piotr stretched out his hand with the towel in front of him. "You can take it."

Monika thought for a moment. She came out of the water and approached him naked, stretching out her hand for the towel. The men observed how with every step she moved her uncovered hips, observed her breasts, belly and the mound covered with nicely trimmed little fur. When she approached Piotr, he at the last moment, with an innocent face, hid the towel behind him. She stood in front of him, between the colleagues and felt how they were almost devouring her with their eyes. She saw how they were looking at her bare breasts and ass. She had her thighs clenched, but her black curls, emerging from between them, were interesting in themselves for them. Not every day do you look at that place of the boss.

"Well give it, or I'll lose patience." Monika approached Piotr so that she almost touched him with her breasts. Yet he, pleased with himself, held the towel behind him. His joy irritated Monika. She came closer to snatch the towel from behind his back, yet he didn't care about that. When she struggled like that helplessly, he looked joyfully how her naked breasts were dangling right by him. Her nipples even brushed his shirt a few times. When she felt how stimulated like that they were swelling, she moved away, covering herself, embarrassed.

"Give it back, come on," she said helplessly.

"Am I supposed to give a forfeit for free?" he asked as if thoughtful. "A forfeit is a forfeit and custom orders to fulfil some wish."

"Like what?" Monika asked.

"Raise your hands above your head..."

"But..."

"Well you'll raise them and we won't bother you anymore. A forfeit is a forfeit."

Monika felt he was doing it maliciously. He had probably noticed how her nipples had swollen. Yet she knew she was here alone without a chance. One careless move and it could end badly. Uncertainly, slowly she raised her arms. When she did it, shivers went through her at the thought that she would stand like that between the men naked, uncovered, with raised hands, unable to cover herself. And the worst in it was that her nipples looked as if they were almost about to explode. She lasted a moment in stillness, feeling how they were observing her. As if she was waiting for permission, when she could finally lower her hands, but she wasn't in a hurry at all. She saw their faces, their eyes burning with stronger and stronger desire. Not long ago these were normal colleagues with whom she joked, talked, and now they were looking at her body like wolves at sheep. And that's exactly how she felt among them now. Not seeing rescue from any side, she obediently held her hands above her head, as if showing weakness was supposed to save her. She was a bit afraid, but it also fascinated her. At that moment Piotr stretched out his hand with the towel in front of him and started drying Monika. At first she was surprised, but she didn't lower her hands. She allowed herself to be dried. Only her gaze betrayed that she was a bit frightened.

"Calmly," he whispered. "No harm will come to you here, it's only us, here."

Monika, embarrassed, slightly dodged this drying, but her resistance wasn't too strong.

"Well what are you doing to me...?" she whispered in a helpless voice when Piotr's hand was drying her body, her arms, waist, belly, and in the end reached the breasts too. "Please... give the towel back..."

Piotrek didn't care about the requests, only professionally did his thing. He dried her breasts thoroughly, lifted them with the towel so that the erection of her nipples sticking up was even more visible to everyone. He pressed, wiped them, and Monika couldn't defend herself against herself and didn't oppose, and even started offering herself, though it embarrassed her that she was doing so before the eyes of all the colleagues. Seeing her submission, Piotrek crouched slightly and looking at her hairy triangle, put the towel on his hand.

Monika seeing what was brewing panicked for a moment.

"What are you do...?" she forced out of herself, yet Piotrek interrupted her:

"Quiet there! Got to dry the little fur well." His impudence made her speechless for a moment. Monika covered her crotch, yet that didn't discourage the colleague. He dried her uncovered bikini areas and the insides of her thighs.

"Take those paws away. You're getting in my way," he scolded her. Confused and embarrassed Monika didn't know what to do. Yet Piotrek had no intention of debating it.

"Paws!" he said even more firmly. "I'll only dry."

To her own and the colleagues' surprise, Monika obediently moved her hand away. Yet Piotrek wasn't in a hurry. He dried her belly, hips, leaving Monika's uncovered little tuft in unbearable expectation. Only after a longer moment did he move the hand covered with the towel to her curls and started drying her there like a little girl.

"You're mean..." she said with reproach in her voice, yet she still stood helplessly looking and feeling how her colleague with a satisfied face was wiping and kneading her mound through the material. She only managed to think that this wasn't happening and then he wiped the inside of her slit.

Monika couldn't stand it at that moment. Feeling how the towel was moving back and forth slowly over her uncovered lips, she moaned.

"No. I don't want any more," she forced out of herself, but she didn't have the strength to defend herself. She only leaned on Piotrek with half-closed eyes, as if she wanted to push him away.

He, holding her firmly, continued systematically rubbing the towel against her most sensitive regions. She wanted to break free, but she felt the colleagues' hands on her, which held her in place. She started thrashing, but she couldn't do anything, they were too strong, they desired her too much. She submitted to them in the end and stopped struggling. She felt how their hands, emboldened by her behaviour, started wandering over her body. First as if by accident, gently, then becoming more and more nosy and impossible to stop. She felt how they were stroking her with great desire but also tenderness. They slipped over her back, hips, ass. One finally rested on the breasts, and another started approaching the cleft between her buttocks. Involuntarily she even stuck her ass out a little for these caresses. The last remnants of common sense made her ask in a whisper:

"Why are you tormenting me like this? Buuut... you won't tell anyyone...?"

"Oh what are you on about? We're adults," she heard a whisper. "What happens here stays between us..."

Only at that moment did it get through to her and to them that her question was in principle full permission. That they could now do with her what they wanted, that she desired it. She felt how the hand that had been taking care of her buttocks now without pardon slipped between them. Her breast found itself in someone's mouth. She didn't know whose, because she had her eyes closed. Some hand was stroking her thigh and moving along its inside, higher and higher. It was already almost touching the shell, first for a moment it pulled her by the hairs as if playing with them, then the fingers started stroking her along the slit. She felt how her juices were wetting the labia, as if inviting inside. Yet another hand touched her slit. She felt how the men's fingers were almost competing for the touch of her most sensitive place. Someone's strong hands spread her thighs, so there would be more room for everyone. When she felt how her petals were being parted to the sides, she moved in a convulsion. Now both little holes were being caressed and she was only waiting for the intruders to force their way in, and her nipples were being tormented in turn by the mouth of one of them.

"Well ok.. I can't anymore," she heard Piotr's voice. "Let's put her on all fours."

"But wait, wait," Andrzej cut in. "And why should you be first?"

"Because I thought of it first."

"I thought of it too, only I didn't step out in front of the orchestra."

"Then settle it between yourselves, I can be third," Tomek put in matter-of-factly. "But I propose a more comfortable place, that is the sofa in the living room."

Monika listened to this conversation of the friends as if she herself had nothing to say... And in truth she didn't want to have. She felt so good like that, she didn't have to decide about anything now, strive for anything. They would do everything for her and take care of her. She was even a bit curious what awaited her. When they led her to the living room, she followed them passively. She liked this passive role. At home she had to try, exert herself, to be sexy for her husband, then often take the initiative into her own hands, and now, even walking, she constantly felt how this or that hand was brushing her sensitive places. They had especially taken a liking to her naked ass, and she was only wondering how they would position her when they were in the living room. Who would take her, in what way?

After a quick drawing of lots it came out that Andrzej would be first. She even liked that, because she trusted him. He wanted them to be facing each other, he wanted to see her, look into her eyes when he took her. So he sat comfortably on the sofa and slid his trousers down. His penis dangled, ready for action. Monika only managed for a second to glance at what awaited her, because Andrzej grabbed her by the hips and holding her by them, impaled her on himself. She was so wet that it was almost leaking from her and fully ready to receive the penis of the first man into herself. She felt his hand on the slit, how he was spreading it for himself, how he was aiming at her hole and how he was pressing his penis to that place. He dealt with it quickly and thrust deep, right to the very end, as if he couldn't wait any longer for that moment. When he was sliding into her like that and filling her, whispering with absorption "Monika", shivers went through her whole body. She moaned again, but he pulled her to himself and closed her mouth with his lips. Here too he was very impatient. He slipped his tongue into her as deep as he could and penetrated with it eagerly all over the inside of her mouth, at the same time fucking her. Monika understood how much he had desired her through all these years, though their mutual friendship hadn't allowed what was in him to show. His hands were curious about her. With one he held her by the ass, and the other wandered over her whole body, as if it could finally get at the forbidden fruit -- her secrets. In the end he grabbed her by the breast and took care of it with great appetite.

In that time Tomasz was calmly observing the whole scene, while Piotr was almost shifting from foot to foot, unable to wait for his turn. Every successive moan of the woman aroused greater and greater impatience in him. Suddenly he approached and Monika felt how his hand was penetrating between her buttocks, how his fingers were entering her ass and spreading it lightly. This teasing of the second hole released further layers of pleasure in her. She turned her head lightly, still bouncing on Andrzej and moaning. Only now did she notice what Piotr was up to. He had his trousers down and was approaching with his penis the hollow between her buttocks. Apparently he couldn't wait for his turn for anything in the world, and the sight of her naked ass made him desire to enter it. Monika first got a bit frightened, but after a second she couldn't wait any longer when she would be filled doubly, as never before and on top of that by her younger colleagues from the office.

Piotr had a problem with aiming and had to hold her ass for a moment, but in the end he managed. With resistance but with resistance... he entered. Monika almost fainted. She felt so good. She had never experienced such a feeling before. The colleagues positioned her as was convenient for them and did with her what they wanted. She looked once more behind her, at Piotr. So many times she had sent that pervert up a tree, let his ambiguous texts in the office go in one ear and out the other. Sometimes she even had to react more sharply to his advances, and now he had achieved his and was simply fucking her in the ass, and she was offering it to him without resistance. For a moment she felt admiration for the men's perseverance in pursuing the goal. Thinking about that, she felt how Tomek's hand was grabbing her head by the hair and turning it to the side. She raised her gaze and saw his penis free again. This time much closer than in the bathroom, and in principle almost between her eyes. But it was sticking up the same and again desired her. As could be seen the atmosphere had got to Tomek too and he couldn't wait any longer either. Monika without thinking took him just like that into her mouth. Having Tomek's penis in her mouth she felt a moment of consternation. Briefly she fretted over how she, the boss, looked now in the eyes of her subordinate with his penis in her mouth. She didn't even want to think in what way she would maintain the remnants of authority, sucking his cock like a girl from a bar. Yet it got through to her that with two penises in her, it was long too late for dilemmas, so she started sucking him and moving her head rhythmically with her gaze directed submissively upwards. She felt how sliding in he was rubbing against her tongue. He filled her almost completely, reaching right to the throat, and she only desired to give him as much pleasure as possible. And she felt that her full mouth with every movement really made him almost fly. She almost wanted to be his obedient slave, pay him homage with successive strokes. Down below the colleagues' penises were taking her as they wanted. Her ass in their hands was being arranged so it would be most convenient for them. And up above she was giving pleasure to her third lord and master, who true sometimes appeared in her thoughts and desires, but she had never supposed that something serious would happen between them.

Monika no longer remembered which one shot into her first, which next. Everything mixed with her orgasms, merging into one whole. There was only her, the members attacking her from all sides, that smell, sweat and her orgasms, one after another. Consciousness returned to her only when she was lying sweaty on Andrzej, and juices were flowing from all her holes.

Consciousness was the worst thing she needed now. Only now did it get through to her what she had done and she felt slight terror. The colleagues were lying beside her collapsed. She had finished them all off completely. Monika got up and without looking them in the eyes ran to the bathroom. She took a rushed shower, washing everything off herself and immediately hid in her room. She curled up under the duvet. On one side she was frightened by what she had done, and on the other... she hadn't felt such peace inside for a long time. Sleep came quickly as never before.

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Dusk reigned. From outside the window came the sounds of night. Monika only heard how someone was slipping under her duvet, how someone's hand was embracing her at the waist and moving upwards, to her breasts. She tried to stop it, but without result.

"Oh no," she thought. "Again?"

Still half-asleep she turned her head surprised. She only saw Tomek's face. And heard his whisper.

"Shhh... little one."

Arousal came instantly. She was naked in Tomek's arms. His hands were just wandering over her breasts. At that moment she stopped hindering them and even pressed them to herself, so they would cling more. His hands were masculine, lightly rough, and her breasts were so wonderfully soft and delicate in them. She felt how her sensitive nipples were penetrating between his hard fingers, how he was kneading them, how he desired to stimulate them unceremoniously. She lay curled up, back to him, and he clung to her, embraced her and caressed her. When Tomek felt how unconditionally she was yielding to him, he wanted to take more and more. His hand slid down to her hips and turned them so that the woman's buttocks clung to the bed. Monika felt his touch between her thighs, how he was stroking their insides, how he was parting them, so that she lay more and more spread, more and more open for him, his caresses, everywhere, wherever he wanted. His other hand was still taking care of the breasts which was driving her mad. In the end he got at the shell. The fingers stroked the labia, as if checking their shape, texture, how they reacted, how they swelled, and she gave herself to it without resistance. It was the most wonderful awakening in her life. He pulled her thighs up, so as to have better access at the same time to her ass. He didn't even have to hold them for her to remain in such an open position for him, because she herself held her thighs pulled up in the air. Monika felt how the man's hand was becoming more and more possessive, more and more hungry for her slit, more and more wet from her juices. She felt it kneading her there, pressing, tugging. In the end she felt his fingers in herself and how he was twisting them inside her. She moaned, and he covered her mouth so she wouldn't wake anyone. Convulsions seized her, but Tomek held her firmly, so that she couldn't even twitch. She couldn't have stopped him in this play with her even if she had wanted to.

Again he turned her hips to the side, so that she lay with her back to him. She felt how he now wanted to get at her from the side, from behind. She helped him as she could, letting his hands arrange her ass as he considered best. It really was a wonderful awakening. First she was flying in his hands, and now she would be fucked by him. In the end she felt his member between her legs, how it was knocking at her, pressing in, how nothing could stop it. But no one wanted to stop it. In the end she felt him in herself. Again he had to cover her mouth, so she wouldn't be too loud. He started impaling her steadily, and every thrust made her see only stars before her eyes. Not long ago she had tried to give him as much pleasure as she could with her mouth, and now he taking her was repaying her with multiplied force. She was almost biting his fingers to blood so as not to moan loudly, when she felt that explosion in herself. Tomek, the best cake from the office, was coming in her, carrying her senses with him to places where she had never been yet.

He simply stopped moving. He froze like that, in the pose in which he had been taking her. His breath was becoming more and more even. Monika nestled tighter into his embrace and fell asleep the sleep of a fulfilled woman.

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When she woke in the morning, there was already no one beside her. She was thirsty. She got up and was just about to leave the room when registered that she was naked. So she grabbed some t-shirt reaching to mid-ass and threw it on. She didn't feel like looking for anything else, because she was sure her colleagues were still asleep. She went down quietly and entered the kitchen looking for something to drink. Only now did she feel a bit strange, in the kitchen, with an almost bare ass, in just a t-shirt. She noticed a bottle of Coca-Cola on the table. She bent for it and that was her mistake. She heard some sound in the doorway. One glance in that direction was enough for her to realise that she had misbehaved again.

In the doorway stood Andrzej with a sleepy gaze and tousled hair, scratching his head. Apparently he was going to the loo. But the sight he saw through the door made him freeze for a second in his wandering. His gaze immediately focused on Monika's inadvertently stuck-out, naked ass. Before she caught on what and how, he was already by her, his hands holding her by the naked hips slipping under the t-shirt. He clung with his crotch to her naked ass and with his weight pressed her more and more to the table.

"Andrzej! What are you doing... Ow," Monika only managed to say, before she completely clung to the table pinned by the colleague.

"Monika, Monika...." he only whispered, and she felt how he was already in her, how he was sliding deeper and deeper, thrusting from behind.

"No... Andrzej.. N..." her further words of protest turned into moans. Again she felt it with every movement of Andrzej when he entered her. She was pinned to the table top, held by the colleague and stuck out in his direction.

"You know how I desire you..." She heard and felt his breath on her neck.

Again she was being taken, and again she had nothing to say. In sum it was her fault. It was great carelessness, to wander with a bare ass around a house full of men who desired her and on top of that stick it out towards the door, in which one of them might suddenly appear... Now she was paying for her thoughtlessness. She no longer had the strength to defend herself, but pleasure was still mixing with tiredness. She saw that her sounds had lured Piotrek to the kitchen. He was already waiting impatiently for his turn.

"Oh no," she thought. "It's starting." At that moment she felt how Andrzej was coming in her.

Andrzej moved away from her and freed her hips from the grip of his hands, but Piotrek instantly took them over, who positioned himself right behind her.

"Well why are you tormenting me like this.. tormentors," she whispered, when Piotrek was positioning her for himself to be fucked.

"Quietly, quietly... be a good girl. Just a little moment more," she heard, when Piotrek was entering her. And she was good. He took her with great energy. She liked it like that. His hands were also everywhere, they penetrated under her t-shirt, grabbed the buttocks, hips. Once more she thought about her morning carelessness and about how a queue had instantly formed for her. How since the previous evening she was almost being passed from hand to hand. Yesterday still, her slit had seemed so delicate, and since then it was being unceremoniously fucked in various ways and had to endure almost a marathon. Thinking about that, she felt Piotrek's finger in her ass, just as she liked. She knew he could smell her and it was driving him mad. Again everything in her head was spinning. Again she felt how he was coming in her, and she together with him. In the end he collapsed on her, tired.

Monika threw him off herself and quickly ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her. She checked once more if they were well closed and only then breathed with relief. She turned on the water under the shower and immersed herself in its streams. She felt how they flowed over her body. She washed everything off herself thoroughly, enjoying the moment of solitude. When she felt clean again, she came out from under the shower and dried herself thoroughly. She pulled the t-shirt on herself and pulling its ends down hard, approached the door. Before she opened it, she listened for a long time if there was anyone outside. Suspiciously she swept the whole space around the bathroom with her gaze. When she was sure it was empty, she slipped out onto the stairs as quietly as she could and rush to her room. Only when she locked the door behind her did she breathe with relief. She even felt a bit like laughing that she had to sneak around the house so as not to fall into the paws of one of the colleagues again.

She dressed as asexually as she could. She put on trousers and a suit tightly covering her neckline. She almost gave up makeup. She heard knocking at the door, but she sat quiet as a mouse, even when someone tried to open it with the handle. Then some sounds from downstairs reached her. The colleagues were apparently looking for her. Perhaps this time they didn't want anything connected with bodily entertainment from her, but she didn't want to check. Of course she was aware that she could stop any of them if she only wanted, but she still wasn't sure if she could resist herself. Only when the time of the taxi's arrival was approaching did she go outside with her packed bag. She had certain problems with walking, because it hurt her between the legs, but she managed. Her colleagues started slowly gathering.

She was a bit afraid of stupid comments, but her colleagues were rather serious and worn out. Everyone stood in silence, waiting for the taxi. Monika didn't look their way. After a moment however she did. She approached first one, fixed his collar, then the next one's tie, and the third one's jacket, as if she was fixing her men before going out to work.

They got into the taxi. The road to the training passed without major problems. Only when from the radio speakers came: "... I'll take you, in the car...", did Monika change the station. Maybe she didn't want to tempt anyone anymore.