How could this have happened??
After all, he'd considered himself to be by far the most knowledgeable college basketball expert in the office!
So much so that when he'd submitted his bracket for the March Madness office pool he'd made a wager with the ladies in his office that he never, ever imagined he would have to make good on.
But now? Before the tournament was even over his bracket was so badly busted he had no hope of finishing anywhere other than last place.
Which meant... it was time to make good on his wager.
So, promptly at 5:01pm after the office closed on Friday he looked up from his desk to see all of the women in the office huddled around his doorway. Curling her finger and beckoning him toward them, in a mischievous voice the office manager instructed, "C'mon sweetie, it's time for you to pay up. You need to come with us now."
Never one to back away from paying off on a failed wager he put up no resistance. Swallowing hard he surrendered himself to them. He found himself surrounded as he was escorted down the hallway and into a meeting room.
Once inside he heard the door being closed and locked behind him, followed by a flurry of activity that struck him as surprisingly well choreographed, as if these women not only had a plan but also were prepared to execute it with precision.
After being guided a few steps into the room his progress was stopped and it felt to him as if a sea of female arms and hands was suddenly enveloping him. Arms winding around him. Some hands holding him in place. Some undoing buttons on his shirt, while still others had already begun unfastening his pants.
The vastly outnumbered young man whispered beneath his breath, "My god...," the sound of soft female purrs and murmurs surrounding him making his head spin. He stood by passively in disbelief as he felt his clothes being peeled away and tossed to the side, his eyes glazing over from the sensation overload of skin on skin contact as soft female hands were soon seemingly everywhere.
It was at that moment he fully realized the foolish naivetè of his bravado when boasting about his bracket prowess a week earlier. How silly it had been for him to leave everything so open ended. How foolish he'd been when he'd quickly agreed when they'd said, "So then, if all of us beat you... then, you'll agree to whatever we say, right?"
Rolling his eyes and 100% confident that could never happen without a second thought he'd answered, "Whatever... sure. Why not? If every single one of you beat me... well, then I'm yours to do with as you please."
And now he couldn't help but let out a barely audible little whimper when soft lips touched his ear, huskily teasing, "So baby, how does it feel? Being ours to do with as we please?"
With soft fingers teasing and tracing along his hips, his thighs, his ass, all of the female eyes seemed to be locked on the way his cock could not help but stiffen and swell with longing.
"I think he likes it," a voice purred.
"I think he likes it a lot," another teased with a chuckle.
"And we know something else you like," a voice whispered in his other ear. "You like our tits, don't you? You like looking at them..."
"Oh my god," he panted. "N-no, no I don't."
Soft, feminine laughter was accompanied by voices replying, "It's fine, we don't mind... we all see you do it... actually, it's kind of sweet the way you try to be so discreet about it..."
The women then shared brief knowing glanced among themselves, then continued. "Guess what sweetie? Today is your lucky day. Today, you get a little glimpse of what you've been wanting to see."
To his utter disbelief, whatever direction he looked he was gazing upon women slowly, teasingly unbuttoning their shirts and letting them fall away. His mouth fell open as he felt soft, feminine cleavage pressing against him from all sides. Surrounding him.
As they watched his cock stiffen even more, voices teased, "You like that, don't you?... being surrounded by tits?... is it getting you all excited, sweetie?... are you getting nice and hard for us?... I bet you wish you could touch them, don't you?... I bet you wish you could have them in your mouth, hmm?... but you can't... you're not allowed... all you can do is look and feel how soft they are pressing against you..."
A few of the women chuckled when they noticed his legs were so quivery they were about to buckle. "Oh my goodness," a voice cooed. "We'd better get this poor boy off his feet. Otherwise I'm afraid we might just make him collapse on the spot."
Although he was unclear what she meant all it took was a gentle nudge on his back and he found himself collapsing forward, his body stretched out on his stomach along a bed of female laps. He gasped involuntarily as immediately it felt like soft, female hands were descending from everywhere.
He looked on as all of the women, but the two holding his arms to ensure he remained upright, took their seats, all of them sitting across from one another in a nice, neat line.
"Ok, go ahead sweetie. Stretch out and lie down for us," a voice instructed.
In no time their soft, gentle, sensual caresses had his body trembling from head to toe, and his cock that was now pinned beneath him stiffening uncontrollably. The women smiled at one another at how they now had him exactly as they wanted.
Naked. Vulnerable. Aroused. And completely outnumbered.
Perfect.
Their voices began drifting around him. "Does that feel good, sweetie?... just relax... breathe... enjoy it while you can, because soon things are going to get awfully, awfully hot for you..."
"Oh my god,' he whimpered, provoking a chorus of soft laughter.
Mercifully they allowed him a few more minutes, but then a voice instructed, "Ok honey, it's time. We're to have some fun with you so you're going to need to turn over for us now."
He let out a soft groan of embarrassment, well aware of how painfully obvious his arousal would be. A moment later he was indeed on his back, his defenseless cock hard and pointing toward the ceiling, quivering helplessly as if pleading for attention.
With a smirk on her face, one of the women seductively cooed, "Look baby, watch us..." He looked on in disbelief as they all slowly, provocatively, unfastened their bras and let those fall to the floor as well.
"My god," he whispered as wherever he looked he saw women tauntingly cupping their bare breasts, holding them, tracing circles around their nipples.
"Is this better for you, sweetie?... are these what you've been trying so, sooo hard not to look at?... you can look now baby... you can look all you want... we want you to..." And then a different voice wickedly taunted, "...but, you still can't have them."
They purred with delight as their teases, their taunts, and the sight of their bare, soft breasts now had his cock quivering. Bobbing. Pulsing. Dripping. Already virtually begging for mercy.
Grinning at the others, the office manager purred, "Well ladies, I'd say the poor dear is desperate for some attention. Shall we begin?"
Her rhetorical question was met with nods and murmurs of agreement. A moment later he felt silky soft fingertips fluttering delicately like feathers along his shaft. Another slowly circling the head. A soft thumb and forefinger wrapping around the base, beginning to pump oh so slowly and gently.
More hands nudged his legs further apart, enough so that other hands could slip between them and begin teasing lightly along his inner thighs. Manicured nails tantalizingly grazing his balls. Soft fingers gently rolling them. A warm hand cradling them.
He let out a long, tormented groan of pleasure, the overload of sensations far more than what his body was accustomed to enduring. His hips began to writhe, squirm, and thrust, immediately provoking soft laughter and instructions.
"No, no, no. No moving for you. You need to stay nice and still for us. Oh, but there is one more thing you should know. You're not allowed to cum, sweetie... no matter how hot we make you... no matter how badly you want to... there's no cumming for you sweetheart... not unless we decide to let you and say that you can... do you understand, baby?"
"Yes," he whimpered helplessly.
"Mmm, very good," a voice purred. With his instructions now clearly in place the knowing hands that had been teasing his cock, his balls, now began to purposely coax him toward the brink of release.
His mouth was hanging open as he felt the sensation of an orgasm building within him, getting closer and closer. Sensing his anticipation soft fingers stroked soothingly through his hair and along his forehead.
With his orgasm getting so close his body was starting to shake, a voice murmured, "Remember a little bit ago when we said things were going to get awfully, awfully hot for you soon?..."
Just then the hands stopped and pulled away, leaving his body just short of receiving the release it so desperately craved.
".... it's time," she added with a chuckle, completing her thought.
And then a moment later, with their prey still breathless from frustration, the hands resumed their exquisite torment, coaxing him toward another orgasm that would again be kept just out of his reach...
