Group Sex A Day at Literotica.com

Suddenly finding myself in the precarious situation known as "unemployed", I decided that a change was needed in my life. I bought several books that are intended to help people "find" themselves based on their interests, talents, and skills. I took several aptitude tests and assessments and they showed that I had a talent for writing and editing. I knew that I could write because I had published several technical articles in professional trade journals.

In addition to this rather dry career related writing, I also write erotic (euphemism for pornographic) fiction in my spare time. All of these efforts are posted at Literotica.com, where presumably you are reading this now. My stories have always gotten pretty good feedback and while I have never been blessed with the highly coveted "Big Green E" indicating an editors choice, most of my stories have been given the people's approval medal of the "Pink H", meaning readers' vote average of 4.50 or higher.

It was almost on a whim that I contacted Literotica.Com by email to see about an employment opportunity. Being without employment, needing to provide myself with daily bread, and seeking a new direction in my professional life, this seemed to fill all the bills, so I sent a resume and letter of interest.

A few weeks went by, and then one day I received an email from [email protected]. The subject was "your resume". It was an offer for an interview with a possibility of employment as an editor. Apparently, Rebecca, whom I had not heard of before, reviewed my resume and went back and read my various submittals and had taken my case to management. While the company would not pay for my travel to California for the interview, they would pay for lodging and provide transportation to the interview. At least the trip would be tax deductible and a nice change of scenery.

I flew to LA, arriving after business hours on a Monday night. This would allow me to get a good night's rest for the interview on Tuesday. The emails and phone calls I had exchanged with Rebecca made me feel pretty relaxed about the next day's interview. She had assured me that the work environment was open and relaxed. "Dress casually and comfortably" she had said in a voice that flowed like honey. "Like lots of dot coms, we are more like family than a business"

I didn't want to appear to be a slacker or a slob, so I chose Dockers, a button down light blue shirt, and a blue blazer to go over it. I knew I could ditch the blazer if it got too hot or it was too formal.

The next morning, at the appointed time, I was in the lobby of my hotel. A uniformed driver approached me. "Mr. Lohengren?" I assured him I was. He told me he was there to drive me to the office for my appointment. We stepped outside where a stretch limo was parked. He opened a back door and I got it. The first thing I noticed was that the windows were so heavily tinted that I could not see out at all. The second thing I noticed was that there were no door handles on the inside. And the third thing I noticed was that there was no open panel from the front to the back. I was isolated in the limo from the world. It was kind of strange but I figured, "What the heck?"

His voice came over a speaker. "Feel free to turn on the TV or to have a soft drink from the fridge, Mr. Lohengren. There are magazines and today's newspaper next to the couch.. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride. We will be there in about an hour."

There wasn't much I could do actually, other than to sit back and enjoy the ride. I felt like we turned a lot of corners and were maybe doing some back tracking. One thing was certain; I had no idea where we went or how we got there.

Sure enough, in about an hour, the limo slowed and stopped. The driver got out and opened my door. The limo was parked inside a garage where the door had closed behind us. I had absolutely no idea where I was other than inside a parking garage. I could have been next door to the hotel for all I knew. The driver pointed to a single glass door and said, "Right through that door, Mr. Lohengren."

I walked over to the door and went through. There was a second glass door about 10 feet within the first door. In small gold lettering, the name "Consulting and Universal Management On-Line" was printed on the door. I figured it was professional camouflage since these people seemed to be so security conscious, to the point of paranoia it seemed.

I entered into a small reception area. A stern looking woman of around 55, maybe, was seated behind a reception desk and window. Her hair was in a tight bun and her glasses sat low on her nose. She looked like she should be a sixth-grade teacher at a school for pre-delinquents. She looked up at me with an icy glare and coldly said, "Yes?"

"Well, uhm, I hope I am in the right place…"

Before I could continue she said, "No one here sees anyone without an appointment. Do you have an appointment?" Her accent was slightly German which struck me as somehow appropriate.

"Yes, I have an interview with Rebecca Richards at 10 AM."

Hitler's mother looked at me as though she didn't really believe me then sighed to let me know she didn't like being bothered. She picked up the phone and punched (almost literally) a number or two. "Ms Richards, there is a Mister…?" She looked at me with an order in her eye to comply.

"Lohengren"

"There is a Mr. Lohengren here to see you. He says he has an appointment at 10."

After a moment of listening, she said "Yes ma'am." And hung up. "Ms Richards will be out momentarily. Be seated."

I almost replied "ja woel" as if I was in an episode of Hogan's Heroes but thought the better of it. And as promised, within two or three minutes an electronic lock snapped open and Ms Richards, Rebecca, stepped out to greet me. Based on her voice, I had imagined her to be a California-honey blonde-big boobed-surf goddess. Actually what I had imagined was based more on wishful thinking than anything else. Instead, she was a dark haired beauty with big dark eyes, with points of her own sittin' 'way up high… way up firm and high (thank you Bob Seger). She was tall, almost 6', certainly a few inches taller than my 5'8". She wasn't exceedingly big boobed, but her tits were near perfect. They had just the right amount of sensual curve and lift. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples were readily visible through her tight white turtle necked tank top. Her jeans fit her hips like a glove; a very expensive glove at that. She extended her hand.

Her voice was entrancing. "Mr. Lohengren, it is nice to meet you. Welcome to Literotica." If her voice was entrancing, her smile was mesmerizing. Her eyes sparkled. Her hand in mine was soft and warm. A voice in the back of mind said "Pray you get a job here." Another voice from the same place said, "If you work here, you will never get any work done." The voice in my throat said, "Thank you, it's nice to be here. I wasn't sure if I had the right place… I mean what with the sealed limo and there wasn't any sign other than Consulting and Universal Management On-Line."

She laughed a soft laugh that tickled my insides. "Oh yes, that. We play low profile to keep the curious, the weird, and the horny away. Consulting and Universal Management On-Line is sort of an inside joke."

I thought about it for a second. Consulting and Universal Management On-line. Then it hit me. "Okay, sure… CUM On-Line… Okay." I was able to share her little joke and laugh. My eyes watched her nipples rise and fall under the tight top and her tits had the perfect amount of jiggle. I knew I was there for business but my cock was ignoring that fact. I felt a slight rise beginning.

"Won't you come in and we can visit for a while." It was reassuring that she hadn't used the word "interview". Yes, we can "visit" I thought.

She led me into the hallway and the door with the electronic lock closed behind me. Eva Braun looked me over once more as I passed by her cubicle. Rebecca preceded me down the hallway, and I took advantage of the situation to admire her tight, well-rounded ass, with just the perfect inverted heart shape, as I followed her. The hallway had two doors, one of which was a closed door at the end. There was a side door off the hallway and it was this one that she opened and stepped into.

"We can talk in here without disturbing anyone or being distracted. The main work areas are on down the hall. If the interview goes well, I will give you a tour." She had used the "i" word, so I assumed it was time to get down to business.

She was very business like as she inquired about my professional background, my writing and editing experience. She commented that she and the management team had been impressed with the work I had submitted to Literotica and more impressed with the fact that the majority of my stories had been so well received by readers. We talked about professional goals. Salary expectations came up. Benefits were discussed.

Then she went on, "Now you know, of course, that this site specializes in providing erotic literature and poetry for its readers. We take our work very seriously here. We know that human sexuality is very complex and varied. We do not make suppositions or judgments based solely on submissions. We know the majority of submittals are fiction or fantasy, or at least we assume they are. While not everyone that works here indorses or practices every type of experience that our membership writes about we do like to try to match up the interests of our editorial staff with a classification or classifications of writing. But normally we let new editors float from group to group for a couple of months before we permanently assign them to a department."

My voice said, "That makes perfect sense. It would be counter-productive, counter intuitive, to the creative process, critical analysis, and employee morale, to place editors in a field or subject of sexuality that they were neither suited for or interested in." The voice in my head said, "My god, I want to fuck this babe. Her tits are incredible"

We talked for probably an hour. She smiled. "Mr. Lohengren…"

"Please call me Lo, it's what my friends call me." I hoped that somehow the implication that I wanted her to consider herself my friend would lead to employment, friendship, and unbridled sex, not necessarily in that order.

"Well, then…Lo, I am very impressed with your credentials and how seriously you would appear to take the responsibilities of an editor here at Literotica. I feel fairly certain that we will be offering you a position. I know it would be unfair of us to expect an answer before you had a chance to see the rest of the office or to meet some of your potential co-workers."

"Yes, I would like that."

Rebecca stood up from the table. Once again, I was smitten with her beauty… her grace… her poise… and her wonderful tits. "Follow me," she said. "To the ends of the earth." I thought.

We went down the short remaining distance to the closed door at the end of the hall. There was a number keypad there. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Her fingers danced over the key pad and again, an electronic lock snapped open. We went into the "sanctora sanctorum". It was a large office area with a variety of cubicles and offices around the parameter.

There were a number of people, both men and women sitting at desks working on computers. I assumed they all had something to do with maintaining the web site or editing, or … or whatever.

With a broad, graceful wave of her hand, Rebecca explained, "Most of these folks keep the site running well, post stories once they are reviewed by the editors, maintain the membership lists. Mostly administrative functions."

"And the editors?"

"Oh, they work mostly in the offices around the edge of the room. Come on, I'll show you and let you meet some of the staff."

We headed toward an office. "This first office is where the editorial staff for Lesbian stories and the Toy category of stories works out of."

"Out of which they work, you mean." She laughed at my editorial correction.

"Well, yes, if you can call it work"

She opened the door and we stepped in.

There on the desk in front of us was a gorgeous redhead. She was naked and leaning back on her elbows. Her head was thrown back and her long red hair cascaded to the desk behind her. She was slender, her tits rising firmly and her stomach concaving firmly. Her muscular thighs were wide open and her heels were on the edge of the desk. Between her thighs a pile of blonde hair was visible along with a set of eyebrows and very blue eyes. The nose of this blonde was buried in the red bush. The red head opened her eyes momentarily.

Her breathing was shallow as she looked toward us. "oh god… oh god… Hi, Rebecca, oh baby… don't stop… please don't stop (the blonde looked up for a brief second, her face shiny from pussy juices)… how's things with you?"

I don't think my jaw literally dropped at what was going on in front of me but I know I hadn't been prepared for what I was seeing. If my eyes grew like my cock did, I was very wide-eyed.

Rebecca on the other hand, did not seem to be the least bit surprised. "Good morning, Lorraine. Hard at it already huh? Good submissions over night?" Lorraine gave some moaned reply. Rebecca went over and gave Lorraine, the red head, a deep kiss while reaching up to pinch her fully erect nipples. I could see their cheeks swell as their tongues danced. She broke the kiss with Lorraine and looked down toward her crotch. "Good morning, Sandy."

Sandy stood up. Her lipstick was smeared on her mouth. Her face glistened with Lorraine's secretions. Her tits were large and her nipples erect. Without skipping a beat, she slipped two fingers into Lorraine's obviously well lubricated pussy. She leaned forward as she finger fucked her co-worker. "Morning, darling" she said as she too kissed Rebecca. "Gonna join us this morning? Lorraine is particularly tasty this morning."

Rebecca fondled Lorraine's tits as she thought for a second. "No. Better not. Lo here may be coming on board and I'm showing him around the shop"

The mention of my name brought me back to earth. Here I was, standing in a business office watching three women, two of them naked and engaged in passionate sex, discussing with the third whether she would join them as if it was asking her to have coffee with them. My cock had instantly inflated on entering the room and seeing what was happening there.

"Oh cool" She walked over to me and extended her hand to shake mine. She realized that her fingers were coated with Lorraine's juices, licked her fingers clean, and shook my hand. She was beautiful, her tits looked extremely suckable, and I could smell Lorraine's pussy juices on her face. She went back over and got between Lorraine's thighs.

At about this same time, a third woman, also naked stepped into the room. She was petite, only 5'2 maybe, with tiny tits with huge areola and nipples. She had her hair in a short shag. She wore nothing but a smile and a strap on dildo. "Hey, Rebecca, how are you this morning? Doin' great, I hope."

She stepped up to Rebecca and hugged her tightly. "Good Morning, Didi" As they kissed, the strap on slipped between Rebecca's thighs. Didi's small, but well-muscled ass thrust the strap on cock forward and Rebecca moaned around Didi's tongue in her mouth. Rebecca broke the kiss. "Come on, girls, I've got work to do and so do you."

"Back to the grind." Sandy said, and she lowered her face back to Lorraine's pussy. Lorraine's legs came up and she draped them over Sandy's shoulders. Didi stepped behind Sandy, took the strap on dildo in her hand and ran the head of the fake cock up and down her dripping slit a time or two. "Ready, honey?" She asked. Sandy mumbled something of ascent into Lorraine's cunt and Didi slowly pushed the strap on into her friend's pussy. Sandy raised her head and shook her hair in pleasure as her body welcomed the fake cock. She then went back to eating Lorraine.

I was looking at all this in complete astonishment and in total excitement. I had only seen things like this in porn movies and now, at a job interview, I was watching it live.

I looked at Rebecca who had stepped away from the lesbian threesome and was standing next to me. She was licking her lips and had one hand on one of her tits, absentmindedly caressing her nipple. Her nipples were hard and erect as she watched her friends engaging in a threesome on a desk.

I swallowed hard. I didn't know the professional courtesies for this situation. I felt I had to say something, but had no idea what to say. "Uhmmm… is it always like this around here?"

Rebecca shook the glazed look out of her eyes and looked at me. "Not always. But, we spend all day reading erotic stories and looking at erotic pictures that get emailed in and things get interesting sometimes. Sometimes a story presents a good scenario that we try to act out. Sometimes, the editors just get so turned on reading submissions that they have to do something about it. So, yes, I suppose it is pretty common here in the fiction section." She paused and thought for a moment. "It almost never happens over in the poetry department."

I nodded in understanding at that.

Suddenly, Lorraine began to moan loudly. She was pulling at her tits and nipples, leaving deep red marks. Her eyes were wide open in wild passion. Her hips were rocking hard against Sandy's mouth. I guessed that she was cumming hard.

Didi smacked Sandy on the ass with her hand as she fucked her with the strap on. "Take it, bitch, take it… fuck my cock… fuck it…" Sandy was somehow screaming, muffled as it was by Lorraine's muff. Didi was thrusting the dildo hard into Sandy's cunt and apparently it was having the desired effect. Her hand was leaving red marks on Sandy's ass.

Rebecca leaned toward me and whispered, "She likes it rough" in the same manner she might tell me "she likes chocolate cake".

The three women were deep in their fucking. Rebecca whispered, "Come on, they have work to do." Personally, I have never minded watching other people work so I could have stood and watched this for a long time, but I turned and followed her out of the room.

The scene in the large outer office had changed. Significantly. One of the young women was leaning over her desk without a stitch of clothing on. Her large tits were flattened on the desktop. Behind her, a young guy, sort of geeky looking (a computer tech I assumed) was fucking her with great enthusiasm. Another guy had his cock out and was approaching them. He was looking at her mouth and I assumed he was about to get a blow job. She smiled up at the approaching guy, held up a computer print out and said "I just love Tawny T's stories, don't you?"

Rebecca paid no attention to this diversion. I was gaped mouth this time I know. I watched as the young lady opened her mouth and easily took in the cock of her co-worker. She was now being filled at both ends with cock. No one seemed to be in any hurry. It was a nice slow leisurely fuck.

Rebecca had taken several steps toward the next office when she noticed I was watching the others fuck. "Coming?" She asked.

"No, but it wouldn't take much." Then I realized she was expecting me to follow her.

She reached out and put her hand on a doorknob. "This is the Group Sex office." We stepped into the room. There were three women and two men in the office. They were seated around a break table. I noticed two things almost immediately. One of the guys was dealing cards. The other thing that was impossible not to notice was that all five were in various states of undress.

One of the women was naked except for her panties (a very nice white lace pair, for what it is worth) jumped up and ran over to Rebecca, her tits delightfully jiggling with every step. She threw her arms around Rebecca's neck and planted a big kiss on her mouth.

After the kiss broke, Rebecca spoke up, "Hi, guys, what's going on?"

The other guy, the one not dealing, who was sitting there in his briefs and socks, said, "Oh, we were just reviewing another one of those strip poker stories and thought it might be fun to try it. It's been a while since we played. We've been playing a few hands and you can see how it's going."

Indeed I could. The guy dealing, who had nodded politely when we entered the room, was wearing his jeans, but no shirt, socks or shoes. A well-curved, slightly overweight woman with brown hair and large tits was sitting there in her bra and panties. She smiled at me and then looked back at her cards. Another woman, an older woman, whose blonde hair was suspect, was in her blouse, which was open showing a still impressive rack, having apparently opted to lose her skirt and panties. The woman who had kissed Rebecca returned to the table. "I'm in" she said.

She picked up her cards, as the others around her had. She drew three cards and the others drew various numbers also.

"Damn it, I've lost again." The others laughed as she stood up and took off her last remaining item of clothing. Her pussy was shaved as smooth as a baby's butt. The dealer commented "Nice pussy, Maggie." And passed the cards to her.

Rebecca said, "Everyone, this is Lo, he may be coming to work for us here". Various grunts of non-committal welcomes came from the group. My presence did not seem to affect the strip poker game. I was trying hard not to look at the naked dealer, who was quite lovely and very fuckable. But everywhere I looked someone was semi naked so I figured "why not" and went ahead and looked at the dealer. She had a slender build and smallish perky tits. Her tummy was firm. Maybe a volleyball player, I thought. She was very pretty and I guessed in her mid 20's.

The hand was played while I was thinking these things.

"Damn it, I lost again" Maggie laughed. "I don't have any more clothes to lose. All I have is a low pair" Not from where I'm standing, I thought.

Everyone laughed at her predicament. One of the guys spoke up. "You know the rules from all the stories, Maggie. When you lose all your clothes you have to do what the winner of the hand tells you to do."

The plump woman with brown hair giggled and then spoke. "That's me I guess. My full house wins. OK, then… Maggie, suck David's cock"

Maggie rolled her eyes and stood up. She moved over to David, the other guy in his briefs and socks, the one that wasn't the previous dealer, the one… never mind. He stood up as she went to her knees in front of him. His cock was hard and a wet precum spot was readily visible through his briefs. Her hands went straight to the waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang back and caught her under the chin. It left a smear of precum up the side of her cheek.. Maggie took David's cock in hand and let her tongue circle the head of it a time or two. She took his balls in one hand and put her other hand on his ass. She pulled gently with both hands as she directed his throbbing cock into her mouth. He began to work his hips and to fuck her mouth.

The others at the table were watching the blowjob intently. I noticed that they, like me, were breathing a little shallower and faster. The older woman suddenly stood up and took her blouse off. Her bra followed immediately. She was naked. I guessed her age to be maybe 50 to 55, but she was still in great shape. Her tits had some sag to them but they looked soft and inviting to me. Her pussy was covered by black hair with touches of gray, thus confirming my suspicions about her blonde hair. She turned and lay back on the table. "Who wants some of this" she asked, as she put her heels on the table, opening her pussy invitingly. She put two fingers into her cunt and started to finger herself.

"This is a welcome change from working with the mature group" she said as she looked around the room "I hope you guys last longer than the summer interns we get over there. Dang 18 year olds. Wham bam…"

The other woman laughed, stood up, and took off her bra, allowing those wonderfully large tits to fall free. This woman wasn't fat. She was just Rubenesque, deliciously curved and well rounded. Her brown hair framed her pretty face and Campbell's Kids rosy cheeks. Her panties slid to the floor. She got up on the table and planted her neatly trimmed pussy over the older woman's face. She closed her eyes in pleasure as her friend started to probe with her tongue.

The guy that had dealt earlier removed his clothing and stepped up between her open thighs. He took his cock in his hand and moved it up and down the length of her slit, letting his precum mix with her pussy juices to get them both lubricated. "Come on, fuck me" she managed to say from out underneath the brunette's pussy. He pushed his cock in to her and commenced to do so.

From sitting on the older blonde's face, the brunette looked our direction. "Want to work with us today, Rebecca? We've got several other stories that look promising."

Rebecca, whom had now removed her tight turtle-necked tank top, I was delighted to discover, said "I suppose I had better pass for now." I was admiring her near perfect tits. Her nipples were hard and standing proudly on her tits. Her areolas were pinkish brown. She smiled at me and said, "Ready to move on?"

I blinked stupidly and could only manage to mumble "Uh huh, sure"

As we were leaving the room, I heard the blowjob guy moan loudly and turned just in time to see him shoot a massive load on to Maggie's face, hair, and tits.

"Feel free to take off your coat, if you want. Or anything else for that matter. We are pretty informal around here."

I don't think I had ever heard an understatement of such proportions. I took my coat off.

Back in the main office, the two men and one woman that had been fucking when we had gone into the group sex office were now sitting at her desk, talking, laughing, and drinking coffee. She was on the edge of the desk with her feet wide apart. Once in a while, one of the guys would lean forward and take a swipe at her pussy with his tongue or suck on her tits. She was slowly stroking their cocks.

On the other side of the office, a guy was laying on his desk face up, except I couldn't see his face because a well stacked blonde (the surfer goddess I had imagined Rebecca to be) was sitting on it. She was sitting upright, her tits thrust out from her chest. She was slowly rocking her hips on the guys face. She was holding a computer print out. As she humped the guy's face, she panted and said "These stories by Justin Thyme get me so hot. Don't they do the same to you?" I wasn't sure how she expected him to reply.

She looked over and saw Rebecca and I passing them. "Hey, Rebecca, want to give me a hand with this dick? I can't read and suck his cock at the same time." His 7" cock was laying across his stomach hard and throbbing.

Rebecca licked her lips and I thought she was going to stop to enjoy the cock for a few minutes. "Nah. Better not. Oh, by the way, this is Lo, he might be coming to work here with us."

The surf goddess put out her hand. I stepped up to the desk and shook her hand. I have done some odd things over the years, but this was the first time I had shaken the hand of a strange woman while she rode the face of a strange man. "Nice to meet you. I'm Heather." I tried to smile at her face while her tits were bouncing up and down only inches from my face. I'm not sure how well I succeeded.

Suddenly, the guy stuck out his hand. "'ice ou eet rou. Arvin" he said out from under her bush. I interpreted it as "Nice to meet you" and his name was Marvin. Or it could have been Arvin, I guess. I shook his hand too.

Rebecca lost her profession demeanor. "Oh just a quick one." She leaned over and took Marvin's cock in her hand and put it into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down his cock slowly half a dozen times. His hips rose to meet her mouth.

She pulled her mouth off the throbbing cock and looked at me. "Want some?" she asked unexpectedly.

"Uhm… no thanks"

She took another quick lick or two. "Heather, honey, you need to find someone else to help you here. We need to move on."

A look of impending ecstasy was glazing over Heather's big blue eyes and a pink flush was spreading over her chest. She blinked a time or two and choked out "It was nice to meet you." And then she screamed in orgasm as Marvin or Arvin hit her magic spots with his tongue.

She was still writhing on his face as we approached the next office.

As Rebecca was reaching for the door handle, the door flew open. A bare breasted woman, wearing a leather hood stuck her head out the door and said, almost in a panic, "Rebecca, do you know where there are some band-aids and paper towels?"

"Down the hall in the custodian's closet, honey". The brown haired naked woman ran down the hall, her tits and ass delightfully jiggling as she did so. If she was wearing a hood, how did I know she had brown hair, you wonder? Think about it.

Anyway, I was thinking "band aids and paper towels?" when Rebecca said, "This department is our BDSM, Fetishes, and Non-Consent Office. Sometimes we call the it the Whip and Chill Bunch"

"Uhm… I'll pass on this one, I think."

She laughed, "No, it's not for everyone, that's true. They are sort of an odd lot."

I thought, how fucking odd you must have to be, to be considered odd around here.

We walked passed a break room where a couple was fucking. She was sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around his ass. He was standing on the floor, slowly working his cock in and out of her. As we went by the door, I heard her say "Did you read the latest by Wyden Long? It is great."

As we continued down the hallway, I saw a door marked "Men's room". I didn't need to pee really. I just needed a second away from the goings-on to get my thoughts together. "I'm going to step in here for moment, if you will excuse me."

"Sure thing. I'll be back in the break room when you come out" She turned and walked back the opposite direction, presumably to join the couple that we had just passed. My head was spinning.

I stepped into the men's room. The air was cool there. I splashed a little water on to my face. So far, everywhere I had gone, people were reading submittals and fucking was happening. My senses were overloading. My cock was aching. I thought about just getting it out and jacking off. Like someone would care? Hell, I thought, I could go out into the main area and fuck anyone and no one would appear to care. It might even be welcome. Still, being new to this environment, I was hesitant to do either one. After all, I was a visitor here. I wondered how long it took the employees here to get accustomed to what seemed to be normal?

I came out of the men's room and suddenly realized I wasn't sure which way Rebecca had gone. There was a door not too far from the men's room. I stepped through it.

A guy was sitting on his office chair in a cubicle and was sucking the cock of the guy in the next cubicle through a glory hole. Needless to say, they were both naked. As he sucked the guy's cock, he was slowly jacking his own. As I stood and watched (Hey, I like watching as much as the next guy. Ironically the "next guy" could not see because of the partition.) the guy doing the sucking started to cum. His wads of cum shot out and landed on his chest and stomach. It ran in thick streams downward. It coated his fingers and cock. The suckee moaned, "Oh yeah, get ready… now!" and he thrust his hips hard against the cubicle divider. It was obvious that he was cumming. I could see the other guy swallowing, trying to capture every drop. Of course, he didn't and some of it ran out of the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

Now that they were done, they noticed me and stepped out of their cubicles, cum still dripping from both their cocks.

"Hi. I'm Todd." Said the one with his cum all over him.

"Bruce." Said the other.

"Uh… Lo… potential employee"

"Oh sweet! Welcome to the Gay Fiction department. What is your interest?" Todd asked me while clearly giving me the "eye over".

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I mean, I go both ways, but still have preferences. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Then I remembered what Rebecca had said. "I understand new editors rotate through offices before being assigned."

The two guys looked at each other and smiled. "At least he didn't say 'no'"

Bruce took his finger and swiped up a glob of Todd's cum off Todd's chest with his finger and then licked his finger clean. "Well, maybe we will get to rotate with you later then." I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but had the impression it was intended to be a compliment rather than a threat. I mean, otherwise they would work Non-Consent Office, right?

Suddenly the top of a head appeared above a cubicle wall. At the same time a cock appeared through a glory hole. A voice spoke up, "Hey, guys, help me edit this new story."

Todd and Bruce gave a quick wink to me, turned, and went over to the cubicle wall. They got down on their knees and Todd took the cock into his mouth. Bruce began to stroke Todd's rapidly recovering cock. The voice from behind the cubicle wall started reading. "OK… My First Visit to the Adult Book Store"

Bruce immediately dropped Todd's cock and stood up. To no one in particular, he said "Oh… my… gawd, not another of these."

I stepped back out into the hallway.

Rebecca was coming down the hallway toward me. By now she was naked and had a rather large load of cum on her near perfect breasts. Her pubic hair was soft, fluffy, and shaved in the shape of a heart.

"Oh, there you are, Lo. I was taking a break back there while you must have been busy in there." She looked at me oddly, probably trying to figure out how I got dressed so fast. I don't think it occurred to her that I might not have been busy "in there" at all. I also wondered what the distinction between editing a story and taking a break was around here.

"Just a second, hon (I had suddenly gone from Lo to "hon"), let me take care of this" she said passing her hand up and down her torso to indicate she meant the cum dripping from her tits. She looked around the room. Her eye caught a tall, olive skinned, full figured, well-muscled woman of about 30 that had big brown hair, big brown eyes, and big brown nipples. Rebecca waved at her to get her attention. "Isabella! Isabella, honey! I've got something for you."

The Amazon strode over and smiled when she saw the trails of cum streaming down Rebecca's body. Rebecca looked at me and said, "She is a body builder. She believes it helps build muscle mass"

Isabella was on her knees licking at Rebecca's navel. Her tongue was like a snake as it slithered up my escort's firm stomach gathering cum. She was both licking and nibbling up the cum as she found it. When she got to Rebecca's near perfect tits, her mouth claimed every bit of cum and then covered one nipple, suckled, and moved to the other. Rebecca closed her eyes, petted the back of Isabella's thick hair, and a moan escaped her lips.

Isabella stood up and the two nude beauties hugged tightly and kissed. Isabella let her tongue lick the tip of Rebecca's nose playfully. "Gracie, bellisima. Ciao" and she strode like a Roman goddess down the hall.

Rebecca started walking down the hall. I looked around the office. Everywhere people were fucking or engaged in some form of sexual activity. Rebecca noticed me taking in the scene. "A lot of good submissions must have come up over night. You know some mornings, hardly anyone has a good time. You know, those mornings its poetry, how-to, English lessons for the illiterate, lame movie reviews, romance stories... You know, the type of stuff that people look at only after they read all the other new items. But, there is almost always one or two stories that get somebody going."

She pointed across the office full of naked, writhing bodies. "Over there are some larger conference rooms where First Times, Inter-racial, Loving Wives, and a couple others meet. Those kind of get rotated around unless some one is a specialist, like Lesbian or Gay."

We strolled around the room. Rebecca seemed to be generally oblivious to everything going on around her, though once or twice she gave an appreciative look at a man or a woman.

We went down another short hall where a naked woman of about 40, with glasses on and her mousy gray hair in a bun was leaning over her desk getting fucked from behind by a tall, muscular black man.

Rebecca stepped up to her. She looked up. Rebecca asked her, "Is the boss in?" In between moans and gasps, she replied, "She's tied up in a staff meeting."

"No, prob. Whip and chill staff meeting…." She explained and we moved on.

She took a few steps and stopped. "Most of your submissions have been about incest. That's not one of our specialist groups but the editorial meetings are fun."

I looked at this incredibly beautiful woman, standing naked in front of me. Dried cum was on her near perfect tits. I inhaled and could smell her sexual arousal. I took a deep breath, swallowed, and said as nonchalantly as possible, "Oh? And how is that…?"

She smiled big and said, "Follow me and I'll show you." Once again, I got to follow this delightful, delectable ass. She stopped at a phone and picked it up. "Hi, Rebecca here… are you busy? Got time for a meeting? Good. Usual place."

She took me down the hall and opened a door. We stepped into a large room that had a kitchen at one end and a sort of living room area at the other. "This is where the Incest editorial meetings take place. Nice homey feel to it. While there isn't a formal chairperson, we figure things out." She stepped up to me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. "For example, in a given meeting, you might be… the brother… for example" I could feel her warm breath on my chest.

As my shirt fell off my shoulders, she was kissing my nipples and biting them with just the right amount of pressure. She dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt, pants snap and zipper quickly. As my pants and briefs dropped to the floor, she said, "And I might… for example… be the sister… " I could feel her hot breath on my cock as her hand cupped my cum filled and ready to explode balls.

"Yes, I see… " I took her soft hair in my hands and was slowly fucking my "sister's" mouth. My eyes were closed and I was lost in the pleasure of the exquisite feel of her mouth on my cock, her hands on my balls, and her tits on my thighs. I vaguely heard the door open and close. Rebecca took her mouth off my cock and looked up.

"And now, mom is here"

It was mom all right; Hitler's mom from the front desk. Only now her sharp features were softened by a warm smile. She was undressed and very attractive. Her skin was soft and white. Her tits had some maternal sag to them, but they were still large and round. Her nipples were deep pink and hard. She had womanly curves, as a mature woman should. Her bush was untrimmed and dark. She got on her knees next to Rebecca. Rebecca was sliding her mouth up and down one side of my cock. Without a word, "mom" was sliding her mouth up and down the other side. When they both got to the precum coated head of my cock, they kissed deeply. Their tits were flattened to each other's.

The older woman looked up at me and smiled. "Hello, 'son'. I'm so sorry about the cold treatment earlier, but it keeps away the unwelcomed. Company policy, you know." Her German accent was soft and sensuous now. Rebecca was now sucking her tits and fingering her pussy.

"That's ok, 'mom'. I understand." I said as I took my cock and smoothed it over her lips. Her lips parted and my cock slipped in between them. Rebecca brought her mouth back up to my cock and joined her in licking it and sucking it.

Mom lay down on the floor and put her face between Rebecca's thighs and began to eat her pussy. Rebecca took her free hand, the one that wasn't jacking me into her mouth, and was pulling passionately at Mom's nipples. Mom had two fingers in her own cunt and was fucking herself with them.

After about 5 minutes of this, Rebecca took her mouth from my cock and kissed the head of it. She looked down at the older woman and said, "As good as that feels, honey, I need this cock in me." The older woman moved from between her thighs and they kissed once again. Rebecca got on the kitchen table with her heels on the edge, her thighs wide, and her pussy delightfully and invitingly open. I stepped between them and put my cock at the opening to her cunt. She put her hands on my hips and pulled me forward. The older woman's mouth had prepared her for my entry and it was like sliding into a velvet glove. Her pussy was wonderfully tight and hot; the stuff wet dreams are made of (of which they are made). Her tits swayed and jiggled with every thrust into her cunt.

Mom was kissing her and sucking her tits, watching as my cock entered and withdrew. Soon Rebecca began to pant, moan and throw her hips hard into mine. A deep pink flush was spreading across her chest and tits.

Mom was saying "Oh yes, my darling, that's it. Cum on his cock. Cum for us… cum… you are so beautiful when you cum my baby" I could feel Rebecca's cunt throbbing and gripping around my hard cock and I knew my time wasn't far off. Apparently the older woman recognized the signs too. She moved down Rebecca's body and lay across her so her tits were presented to me, only inches from where I was fucking Rebecca. She smiled at me lustily.

"See if you can cover my tits with your cum."

I pulled out and raised my hips. Jacking my cock, I came. My cum shot out and sprayed over her soft white tits. After the first four wads hit them the pressure in my nuts dropped and the next several wads landed on Rebecca's firm tummy. She brought her face to my cock and licked the head clean. She then licked up the drops of cum on the younger woman's tummy. The two women turned and kissed, sharing my cum. My cum stuck their tits together and was squeezed out from between them.

Rebecca broke their deep French kiss and smiled at me. "That is how our incest editorial meetings get interesting."

"Oh yeah…I can see that. Role playing can be so hot"

"It certainly can. But it wasn't all just role-playing. Lo, I would like for you to meet Inga. Inga really is my mother. We work here together."

And that pretty much concluded my interview at Literotica.com. I was shown a shower room to clean up and get dressed. While I was doing so, there was some sort of free-for-all meeting of the Group Sex and Fetish staffs there in the shower. I'll leave that to your imagination.

Rebecca had put her clothes and met me at the shower room door. She looked delightful, even dressed. Her eyes sparkled as she put her arms around me and kissed me with a kiss that not only curled my toes, but it straightened my cock.

"I think I am prepared to offer you a position" she said.

"I think I would like for you to be on top next time."

She laughed.

"As odd as it sounds," I said seriously, "I think I would like to think about it for a few days. While I have fantasized about working in such a place all my testosterone driven life, I'm not sure what it would be like to actually work in one."

She smiled even bigger. "We like that. That shows us that you are serious about editing and not just fucking." Once again, she kissed me and it rocked me to the core. She had such a gleam in her eye.

She returned me to the garage where the limo was still waiting. The driver was getting a blowjob in the front seat. We stood and talked about non-work things while the cute little thing with the Kelly Osborne pink hair and pierced nipples finished. We discovered that we had many common interests.

She kissed me warmly good-bye and I was put in the limo. Once again we snaked our way back to the hotel. I packed my bags and flew home.

But, fate plays odd games with us. The week after I returned home and was about to decide to accept the job, I won the Big Game Powerball Lottery to the tune sixty-nine million dollars. I no longer needed a job. I called Consulting and Management On-line, and talked to Rebecca, who sincerely sounded disappointed that I would not be joining the company or working with her.

We stayed in touch, by phone and email, and again fate played its hand. With my new windfall fortune, I could bring her to see me, which I did. Again and again. I went to see her, through never again visited the offices. We fell in love.

Now Rebecca and I are married and we still read Literotica together. We still "edit" stories together. She has never revealed the location of the offices I visited. I would never ask her to.

And when her friends from California come to visit, her former co-workers, the "editorial meetings" still get interesting. Especially when her mom comes to visit.

Oh, one more thing. The folks at Literotica will deny all this. They will try to assure you that it isn't anywhere near where I went, possibly not even in California. That "it", meaning the big office where people read this stuff and fuck all day, doesn't even exist. And if it did exist, it wouldn't be filled with people fucking. They will tell you it is just a small place with a handful of people doing computer stuff. They will claim that because it's all done by computer that people are scattered all over the country. All they do is double-check the stories to make sure they meet author's guidelines. That it doesn't take many people to do that. The computers do most the work. Blah, blah, blah. They do protest too much.

Don't let them fool you. I would not be able to find the offices of Literotica if my life depended on it. Like the "Lost Adams Gold Mine", Atlantis, or Shangri La, it is "out there somewhere." I've been there. I've seen it. And I can truly say, in every sense of the phrase, "it's nice work… if you can find it."

(Author's note: This is a work of 100% testosterone driven, juvenile minded fiction. All the characters, even me, are fictional. The use of any other author's "nom de plume" is intended to be praise, as the one's I've used are among my favorites. Any similarity between any character in this story and any person living or dead is purely coincidental. However, if there is any similarity between any character in this story and a living person, please feel free to contact me. With a picture. Please. Pretty please?)​