My strap-on office fantasy always started the same way: I was the last one in the room, and they were all watching me. But tonight… it wasn’t just in my head. I was the last one at the table. And they were watching.
We were six women left after a late quarterly review. The conference table was littered with half-drunk coffee cups, folders, and lipstick-stained water bottles. And yet, the air was charged with something heavier than spreadsheets. Something thicker than silence.
Claire, the VP of marketing, flicked her pen across the table. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”
“I’m just… focused,” I said, though I wasn’t. I was distracted. Wet. Nervous in the most delicious way. My skirt had ridden up an inch too high, and I hadn’t fixed it. I wanted them to notice.
They always noticed.
Naomi, the icy CFO, raised a brow. “Focused is good. But you look like someone who needs to be… handled.”
My breath hitched. I looked up and met five gazes, each more confident than the last: Claire’s smirk, Naomi’s piercing stare, Lacy’s playful bite of her lip, Amara’s calm intensity, and Jess—the quietest of them all, who always looked at me like she owned me already.
And maybe she did.
The fantasy had been growing inside me for weeks—each comment, each glance, each touch that lingered too long. I imagined what it would be like to be taken by them. Used. Worshipped. Filled.
And now, it was happening.
Claire stood first, pulling a black case from beneath her chair. “We thought you might want to stay late tonight.”
When she opened it, I almost moaned. Inside were six strap-ons—FAAK Strap-On Realistic Dildo —sleek, lifelike, thick. The kind of cock you feel even after it’s gone.
“You’ve imagined this, haven’t you?” Jess whispered into my ear, close enough that I felt her breath. “Us. Taking you. One by one.”
I nodded, too shy to say yes, too needy to say no.
Claire motioned for me to stand. “Undress. Slowly.”
I obeyed. Fingers trembling, I slid off my blouse and bra, the cool air tightening my nipples. My skirt dropped to the floor. I stood in nothing but heels and nerves.
They watched me with hunger in their eyes, slowly fastening their harnesses, each woman strapping herself into power. The silicone glistened. The anticipation pulsed.
Jess stepped behind me and gently bent me forward over the conference table. “We’re going to use you, baby. Just like you need.”
I was soaked before anyone touched me.
Claire was first—her hands sure, her cock already slick with lube. She teased me, sliding the head between my folds, letting me feel the weight of her control before she pushed in. My gasp echoed in the room.
She fucked me slow at first, letting me feel every inch. “So tight,” she murmured. “You’ve needed this for so long.”
Naomi was next—harder, deeper. She gripped my hips with vice-like control, drilling into me with precision. “This is discipline,” she said, voice like cold steel. “Consider this your performance review.”
I cried out, body jerking with each thrust. My thighs quaked. My stomach clenched. I wanted to come already.
Lacy took her time. She ran her fingers through my hair, whispered filth in my ear. “You’re doing so good for us, baby. So wet, so open.” She held my hips wide and slid in fast and deep, her rhythm unrelenting. “You love being the office toy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please… don’t stop…”
Amara didn’t speak. She just gripped me tight, her strokes measured and strong. She watched my face as she fucked me, like she was memorizing the way my mouth opened, the way my eyes rolled back. Her strap-on pressed deeper than the others, and I nearly screamed when she bottomed out inside me.
By the time it was Jess’s turn, I was shaking. My thighs were slick, my voice a whisper, my body desperate.
She didn’t rush. She kissed my back, trailed her fingers along my spine, then slid inside me like she belonged there. “You’re going to come for me,” she said. “And you’re going to do it hard.”
I clenched around her instantly. Her strokes were slow, deep, brutal in their control. She angled her hips just right—and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my body arching off the table as I sobbed her name. I came hard—so hard I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. My legs buckled. My arms gave out.
They held me up.
Afterward, Jess kissed my temple, Claire smoothed my hair, and Naomi whispered, “You’ll stay late more often, won’t you?”
I could barely nod.
My strap-on office fantasy had never ended like this before—but now that it had come true, I was hooked.
And I hoped they were, too.
