Bossed Three Times

by Madison Faye

  Fuck this was so dirty. I was fantasizing about three men — my potential bosses nonetheless, taking me all at once, and I was loving every second of it. I bobbed my head, sucking the fake cock between my lips harder and deeper and I fucked myself with two fingers, played with my clit, and let another finger tease across my ass again and again.

  I was getting so close, so tantalizingly close that my toes started to curl and my eyes squeezed shut.

  And that's when the knock on my door came.

  I almost jumped through the ceiling, feeling my heart lurch into my throat as I scrambled under the covers, shoved the toy under my pillow. and sucked in a deep breath of air.

  “Ari?”

  It was Sasha, of course.

  “Hey, you asleep yet?”

  “No?” I managed to croak out, praying my voice didn’t sound like I’d been doing what I’d just been doing in my friend’s guest room.

  “Sorry, I just remembered I’ve got an early morning meeting tomorrow at the office, so I can show you how to use the video conferencing first and then the place is all yours for your hot date with those three hunky bosses.”

  I felt my cheeks burn as the heat throbbed between my legs.

  “Uh, okay!” I squeaked out again, still feeling my pulse racing.

  “You alright?”

  I swallowed, feeling mortified suddenly about what I’d just been doing.

  “Yeah, I’m good, thanks! Just going over stuff for tomorrow.”

  “Alright then, night!” she called through the door

  “Night!”

  But the moment was gone even after she left. After that, I padded to the private ensuite bathroom and took a long look at myself in the mirror.

  God, what had just come over me?

  I shook my head before splashing water on my face, taking a drink, and cleaning off my toy. I slipped back into bed, hiding the toy back in its drawer before fading into a fitful sleep, wondering about the next day.

  But also wondering about my roaring fantasies involving three men…

  Chapter 5

  The next day, Sasha showed me how to use the webcam on my laptop in order to video conference, including how to connect it to my email to receive the call.

  “Thanks,” I said, forcing a smile even though I was exhausted. I’d been up half the night tossing and turning after leaving myself so on edge. I was pretty sure my friend didn’t know what she’d interrupted me doing the night before, but I still hadn’t been able to meet her eyes that day.

  “Alright, well, I’m out for the next three hours or so, so the place is all yours for that interview.”

  “You’re the best.”

  She grinned. “You’re welcome, of course.”

  “Sash, honestly, thanks for letting me mooch here like this.”

  She laughed. “Hey, I’m the poor, lonely women drifting around a big house while my two men are off in a foreign country.”

  “Poor, right,” I said with a grin, arching my brow at the huge house and gorgeous furnishing around us.

  She laughed. “Well I could be stone broke and I’d still be happy with those two.”

  I grinned, feeling a small twang of jealousy. Here I was not able to even hold onto one guy, apparently, and my best friend had two that would kill for her.

  “Thanks again for the help.”

  “No problem, and hey!” She winked. “Good luck with your hot bosses.”

  *****

  An hour and a half later, the call came through, and my laptop started pinging. I took a deep breath and checked my hair and my makeup in the bathroom mirror before I quickly made my way to the desk in my room where I’d set the laptop up. I checked my hair and my outfit one last time before sitting up straight, taking a deep breath, and answering.

  “Good afternoon, sir—”

  I stumbled, my eyes going wide at the image on the screen in front of me.

  The three men had told me they’d be traveling, which was the reason for the video call. I’d assumed they meant for work. But if what I was looking at on the screen was “work”, I think Camelot Holdings is a job I could certainly get into.

  They were shirtless, all three of them. Shirtless, wearing nothing but tight swim trunks, and lounging in what looked like a tropical cabana on a beach somewhere. My mouth hung agape as I stared at their chiseled, perfectly sculpted muscles, and sun-tanned skin. I followed the lines of tattoos that snaked across skin that had been covered by expensive suits at our last meeting.

  “Hello, Arianna,” Hunter purred. He wore a smirk on his face, as did the other two, actually, as they saw the stunned look on my face.

  “Maui,” Damien said off-hand, pushing his fingers through his thick blond hair and waving a glass of what had to be champagne around at the vista behind them.

  He shrugged. “We needed a little break from the office.”

  “Work hard, play hard,” Sean said quietly, sipping a glass of what looked like scotch.

  I nodded. “Of course. Well, it does look lovely there.”

  “Looks lovely over there too,” Hunter said with an easy smirk on his face.

  I blushed instantly, chewing at my bottom lip as I realized what he meant.

  “Listen, Arianna.” Sean leaned forward, his rippling shoulders bunching as he steepled his hands in front of his lips.

  “We’ll make this brief.”

  My heart sank.

  Fuck.

  After all this hype in my own head, and all this expectation, I was about to be told I didn’t have the job.

  I looked at the screen as I steeled myself, ready to thank them for their time and close it before finding Sasha’s wine supply.

  “The job is yours, if you’d like it.”

  My eyes jolted wide.

  “Pardon?”

  Damien smirked.

  “It’s yours, Ms. Holloway. That is, if you think you’re up for the challenge of all three of us.”

  I blushed before instantly trying to push it from my face. I may have still been crazy on edge from the night before, but that didn’t mean I needed to let my dirty imagination run wild during an video interview with them.

  “You’d be with all three of us, quite intimately,” Hunter said quietly, his eyes leveling right at me through the screen.

  I knew he didn’t mean it that way, but that’s of course where my mind went after my interrupted fantasy of the night before. I could feel the heat on my face, and by the hints of smirks on their faces, they could see it too.

  Great, my new bosses can tell I’ve got my mind in the gutter. Wonderful.

  Sean interrupted my mortification. “So, what do you think, Arianna?”

  I swallowed quickly. “Yes, absolutely! Thank you!” I gushed.

  Sean grinned this smug, steely smile at me.

  “Excellent. You’ll start promptly on Monday. In the meantime, please forward your measurements to the office, and your attire will be waiting for you when you come in for your first day.”

  My brow wrinkled.

  “My attire?”

  Hunter nodded, lounging back in his beach chair, his abs rippling like steel as he waved his glass dismissively.

  “We expect an employee working in such close proximity with us to be dressed to our tastes, Ms. Holloway.” His eyes locked on mine. “Especially one with your natural beauty.”

  This time I know I blushed, my face turning bright red for all three men as they grinned at me.

  “I can promise you, you’ll thoroughly enjoy what we have for you,” Damien growled out, his eyes flashing at me again.

  I could feel this throbbing tug inside of me, wicked thoughts from earlier bubbling back up.

  You’ll thoroughly enjoy what we have for you.

  Instantly, I was reliving my fantasy from the night before, where “what they had for me” were three beautiful cocks and three arrogant, dominant men taking me at the same time.

  The blush turned crimson on my face.

  “Absol
utely, sirs,” I said quickly, nodding authoritatively.

  “Wonderful,” Sean said quietly. “Now, unless you’ve got any more questions for us, we’ll be seeing you on Monday.”

  I smiled widely, feeling my hands ball into excited fists on my lap.

  “Thank you so much again, Mr. Caldwell, Mr. Black, Mr. Harlow,” I said, looking at each in turn. “I look forward to working with you all!”

  “The pleasure is all ours, Arianna,” Hunter said darkly, grinning hungrily at me. That throb pulsed between my legs like this little itch I could barely ignore anymore.

  “Until Monday.”

  And then the screen went dark.

  I instantly slumped in my chair, throwing my head back and pushing my fingers through my hair.

  I’d done it! I’d actually landed the job!

  I jumped from the chair and whirled, making my way to bed behind me. I felt like I was buzzing with excitement, my whole body tingling with the thrill of getting the job, but also with so much more.

  It was them.

  I wasn’t just buzzing with excitement about the job, I was buzzing with burning, aching, unchecked desire for them, after the abrupt stop to my fantasies the night before. My whole body was tingling, and I could feel my blood pumping through me, making me sizzle with every pulse. And I was soaking wet. I could feel electric shivers radiating out from between my legs as the fantasy of the night before mingled with the images of my three hot new bosses lounging shirtless and gorgeous on a beach.

  I glanced at the time, biting my lip and feeling the tantalizing thrill of the illicit throb through me.

  I still had over an hour before Sasha was coming home, after all…

  Fuck it.

  I reached down and pulled my shirt off before I knew it, letting it drop as I reached behind for my bra. I sank onto the bed, sighing and moaning quietly to myself as I let my fingertips trail up over my thighs. I brought them higher, pulling the hem of my skirt with them until the material was bunched around my hips. My fingers slid between my legs and ran over the soaked material of my panties. A moan tumbled from my lips as I started to rub myself there, feeling my aching clit roll between my fingers under the cotton.

  I panted and hooked my thumbs into the waist and slid them down, arching my hips off the sheets and pushing my panties down to my ankles. I sank back and moaned louder this time as my hands moved back to my body, trailing across my thighs again. This time though, when they pushed between my legs, they found me bare and slick, my hot little pussy throbbing with need.

  I needed to get back to the fantasy I’d had the night before. It was there, burning in my head like a hot little spark and driving me wild.

  Wildly, I reached for my drawer again. But this time, I didn’t just pull my vibrator out. This time, I dug deeper for the box I’d buried in the back. I’d barely ever used this toy, having only purchased it towards the end of my time with Jason when I was being completely ignored. My hands trembled as I pulled it out, and I could feel my body shiver with excitement at the thick, flesh-colored fake cock.

  Yeah, I’d only half used it once or twice before, but I knew there was no stopping me this time.

  I lay back in the bed, whispering as I turned the vibrator on and started to tease it over my clit. I spread my legs wide, sighing softly as the vibrations sent shockwaves through me. I gripped the much bigger, more realistic toy in my other hand, and slowly brought it to my mouth, feeling dirtier and wetter with every second. I pressed it to my wet lips and moaned as I slipped my tongue out to lick at the head.

  I felt so slutty and so wicked as I slowly began to tongue the one toy while I began to slip the vibrator inside my pussy. I closed my eyes again, imagining it was two real men again as I slowly pushed the one toy inside my slit. I moaned as it vibrated deep inside, pretending it was a man.

  And not just any man. In my head, it was Damien. Damien with the gorgeous blue eyes, the perfect blond hair and the dangerous grin.

  The little nub by the base of the toy came to rest against my clit, and I shivered at the naughty feeling of imagining it was my boss. I groaned as I parted my lips and let them close over the thick head of the other toy, moaning as I slurped at it like it were another man — Hunter, perhaps. Hunter with the slightly curled, black hair and the icy blue eyes. Hunter whose piercing gaze watched me in my mind, those eyes flashing as I took his cock deep in my mouth.

  God it was hot. It was horribly inappropriate, and wickedly dirty, but I couldn’t remember being more turned on. I started to pump them in and out, bobbing my head on the thick toy between my lips and feeling the other one go deep in and out of my dripping pussy.

  I could feel myself start to fall as I tumbled toward that sweet release. I closed my eyes and started to moan their names — Sean, Damien, and Hunter — as I slowly fucked myself towards release.

  But I needed just a little more.

  I turned my head, resting the toy against a pillow and still moaning with my lips around it as I brought a hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit. I moved the fingers lower, pushing them over my slick lips before I suddenly gasped as I felt a single finger press against my ass. In my head it was Sean of course. Sean with the chiseled jawline and the dark hair and eyes, the shadow of something fierce in his face. I moaned wildly, the fantasy taking over and the image of all three men taking me rushed through me like a drug. I could imagine them, hot, muscled, with three thick cocks fucking me and making me theirs. In my head, they made me call them sir as they made my body start to crumble, pushing me to that edge.

  And I was just crashing over it, just about to fall into that wonderful abyss, when I could hear one of their deep, growling voices.

  “Come for us, Arianna,” the voice purred, tight with pleasure, growling a demand.

  “Be a good girl and make that tight little pussy come.”

  With a cry, I exploded, my orgasm tearing through me as I threw my head back and gasped. I writhed on the bed, my legs clamping shut on both hands as my body twisted and shivered with orgasm.

  Slowly, I came to, panting, my muscles slowly unclenching as I melted onto the bed.

  Holy cow.

  I sucked in air, feeling my face break out in a huge grin as I lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling.

  God that was hot.

  “Fuck that was hot.”

  I gasped as I sat up bolt-upright, and that's when my heart about leapt out of my throat.

  Because the voice of my bosses telling me to come hadn’t been in my head at all.

  They’d been on my laptop speakers.

  Because right there, grinning three big, smug, very hungry smiles at me, were all three of them, still on the video call.

  I was frozen, staring at them in horror. They were still right where they’d been, lounging on the screen in their open-air cabana in their bathing suits.

  And they were rock hard.

  All three of them were staring at me, smirking, with huge bulges in their swim trunks.

  “You have to hit ‘end’ on your side of things to stop the call, Arianna,” Hunter said with a grin, his eyes burning right into mine.

  “I— I— !”

  I was going to literally die of embarrassment, right there. I wanted to melt into a puddle and just evaporate, or I wanted a sinkhole to open beneath the house and swallow me whole.

  “Sirs, I was—”

  “Not another word, Arianna,” Sean growled, leaning forward as his eyes sparkled.

  “I’m so sorry! I was only—”

  “Not another word,” he commanded sharply.

  I went silent, hands feebly covering myself and not even daring to move.

  “You will, be at the office first thing Monday morning,” Damien said darkly. “On time, and ready to do your job, is that understood?”

  I could only manage to nod.

  “Yes,” I said meekly.

  “Yes what, Arianna,” Hunter purred.

  “Yes sirs,” I whispered back.<
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  “Monday,” Sean growled again. “Be in our office at nine o’clock sharp.”

  “And Ms. Holloway?” Damien leaned forward, a fire in his eyes and that thick bulge pressing against the front of his swimsuit.

  “Don’t forget to send the office your measurements.”

  Chapter 6

  I fidgeted as I waited for the elevator to rise to the top floors of the building. I glanced at my watch for the tenth time, feeling butterflies turn to pure terror the closer I got to the floor that housed Camelot Holdings.

  The last two days had been a blur. I’d only managed a quick report to Sasha about getting the job, and then proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend hiding in my room feeling mortified.

  I came in front of my bosses. Not even a little thing, I came with a vibrator in my pussy, my lips wrapped around a fake cock, and a finger teasing my ass — all while moaning their names.

  I mean, it literally could not be a worse scenario.

  Stupid fucking technology.

  I groaned in the elevator, thinking about it. Sasha had filled me in about not “ending” calls correctly after I’d made up some fake story to about not hanging up correctly after the interview — skipping the part about what I was doing, of course.

  “Oh, yeah, it does that. Sometimes the other person just closes their laptop, but if they open it and you’re still there, it’s back up.” She’d said with a nonchalant shrug that night.

  “At least they didn’t see you changing or something.”

  Yeah, that.

  God, at this point, I’d almost prefer if they’d just seen me changing instead of acting out my super-slutty fantasy involving them. I cringed a little at the thought as the elevator doors opened to the reception area of the office and I stepped out.

  I almost didn’t come today. I’d almost made up some terrible story to Sasha about the offer being rescinded for some reason, and gone on with my search. I mean how the hell was I ever going to work for these men after what they’d seen? Or heard?

  But then, there was the other thing. There was that commanding tone in their voices when they’d told me to be here sharp on Monday morning. There was something in the way they’d demanded it that made me want to say yes. Something in their voices and in those captivating looks made me want to say yes to a lot of things for them.