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some of the women, I was challenged to work the entire day in pre-selected lingerie. The prize, a 5 percent raise and just over $700 cash. The penalty, if anything happened to my lingerie, I was not allowed to cover up or I would forfeit the cash prize. The raise I was allowed to keep for just accepting and trying the challenge. So the great news was despite multiple accidental exposures and ending up naked at the end, I won and collected the $713 bucks.

The bad news?

Well... Aside from the multiple accidental exposure moments and situations, a fiasco in the cafeteria straight out of ‘Messy' porn left me covered in at least three condiments, soda, coffee creamer and I can't recall what else. In Gary's office, using a shower I didn't know he had, lots of teasing, frustration and arousal led to some of the best sex I have ever had.

With my married boss!

Then I lost track of time sitting naked at my desk trying to figure out who bought the lingerie and who set up the ‘Lingerie Day' challenge. Even as I figured out that it was Alan, one of the handsome but slick executives, time ran out and I had to choose. Because I was naked at precisely 5pm, I could go to the boardroom as I was, naked at that moment, and collect my winnings, or I could forfeit, lose the cash prize, but keep my raise. Even after the great sex with Gary, my married boss, I was out of my mind with excitement, fear and arousal, so I went up to the boardroom and it did not take long before I became a party favor for Alan, three other executives, and Jerry who I will discuss in a moment.

I was the ultimate party favor, every guy in that room had his way with me, I lost some pride and dignity, and got fucked by five men before waking up in a fancy hotel room with Jerry and a bag holding my $713 bucks that I sure as fuck earned. Basically Jerry had been there to find an attractive model for a sexy new swimsuit his company wanted to bring to market. It was a slingshot style micro suit that was as sexy as it was daring, and I made more money in a week with Jerry modeling that suit than I do in three months with overtime at work.

Essentially I was given paid leave and spent another 7 amazing days with Jerry. Three separate photo shoots, two boat shows, a morning TV show appearance, and an expensive car show later, I was richer, happier, had kick-started an online presence, and was considering starting an ONLY FANS page. Well, but maybe more tease and nudity themed rather than hardcore. I even had a date this upcoming weekend to see Jerry again.

******************************** FLASHBACK ***********************************

Last night, after two orgasms using my favorite purple vibrating dildo because Mike, the guy I was sort of dating, was busy, I passed out and awoke today. It was Monday, and I was determined to push limits way past any possible HR policies. After work, I planned to go shopping for slutty, sexy outfits, including ones that could be intentionally sabotaged to ‘rip' or ‘tear'.

I was so out of my mind I fingered myself to orgasm in the shower.

Fully intending to confuse Gary and Alan, I dressed conservatively in a nice, knee length, short sleeve dress. It wasn't quite a sundress, but pretty close, and fit me well. After the very short skirt I wore almost two weeks ago on Thursday that led to the ‘Lingerie Day' challenge, this subdued dress should hopefully perplex the men, especially Gary and Alan. I was barely at my desk when Gary said "Good morning." I smiled at him and he blinked, stared at my dress just like I told you he would, then said "HR needs to see you right away, but don't worry, you're not in any trouble." I crowded my boss who has always been good to me, treated me like a friend, not a score, and hid his desire for me until the Lingerie Day fiasco where he screwed me like a light bulb and I was all for it. He blushed and whispered "Behave Stacy" but I flirted "No" then asked "You need to speak to me in your office? Okay, sure."

Gary is 30 years old, 5' 11" with short brown hair, light blue eyes, in good shape with a monster cock and aside from being happily married, just might be perfect boyfriend material. You know, aside from being married and being my boss. In his office, Gary was blushing but inhaled when I locked the door to his office. I went over and crowded him to practically pant, "Don't say anything, just listen." He nodded and I rubbed my body against his, blushed when his hands found and held my firm ass, then purred in his ear "If you want to fuck me, I will let you on one condition." Gary gasped, maybe moaned, and then we were kissing. It was frantic and rushed at first, but he moved his hands from my ass to my sides and soon it was a long, warm kiss that revved my engine up. As we stared at each other aroused, I panted "As long as you protect me, I will make sure no one knows we're screwing, including Diane." Gary inhaled at the mention of his beautiful wife, and then he asked "Protect you from what?"

I blushed, then sighed "Mostly myself."

Gary stared at me with enough lust to further excite me, and I had every intention of having sex with him, especially considering the sizeable bulge that was straining his pants. He gripped my arms and asked "As much as I would love to sleep with you Stacy, I think after 3 years I know you. What are you up to?"

My mind raced and then I went for it.

I made Gary promise to never tell anyone, then told him "Even before the ‘Lingerie Day' thing, I liked teasing people with my body. After spending half the day almost naked, the other half naked, and not even counting the party with my naked body in the boardroom, then nearly a week practically naked modeling that micro-sling, I cannot get my mind clear of exposing myself." Gary gasped twice, his face was red, his eyes were wide, and he just sat in his chair. I said "There's a whole genre online of exposure, not just porn and erotica, even slipped in here and there in mainstream movies and TV." Gary gasped "I know Stacy, I prefer tease and exposure, I just... I may be an idiot, but I always saw you as pure."

Damn!

Now I had to sit down.

Pure? Me? Wow!

After we both gathered ourselves, I said "It's a half baked plan, but I was going to go confront Alan for the gangbang, bend him to my will, then speak to HR about redefining the dress code." Gary gasped "For what you're planning, we may have to just throw the dress code out and not have one." I was blushing, sure, but I grinned and stared at Gary totally ready to fuck him. Besides his good looks and how well he treats me, he's handsome, funny, and has a huge cock.

Gary asked "Why don't you go give Alan plenty of Hell, put him in his place, and let me talk to HR? I have a bad idea that may work for what you have planned." I blinked then Gary said "So let's say after the ‘Lingerie Day' thing, as you call it, let's say I might tell HR that we have to put in a clause regarding you and future challenges?" Gary and I kissed, stared at each other, kissed some more, then he said "Obviously any of our... meetings... have to be in private." I smiled then said "I'm thinking I may need to have a meeting with you daily." Gary inhaled, I smiled a flirty smile, and then he closed his eyes and said "You have no idea how many times I would stare at you and just wish." I rubbed against Gary and said "Well, not only am I here to grant your wishes, but if you help me with mine, we'll have so many meetings that..." Gary put his fingers over my mouth then said "As cliches go, this one is huge, but I accept your offer as long as no one finds out, especially Diane, and as long as you go put Alan in his place."

Ready for sex, wound up, and overthinking everything, I strode out of Gary's office and was halfway to the elevator when VIVID images of Kate from BIKER's OFFICE FRENZY 2 filled my brain. I diverted to the stairwell and stared at the 24th floor sign. I think the building had 50 floors, 54 to be exact, but the odds of anyone actually using the stairs was remote. I was in the stairwell, and the door had barely closed when I stripped off my dress and put it on the railing. My body was on fire as I ignored the tingles of arousal, my wet pussy and my achy nipples. I took off my bra, laid it on the dress draped over the railing, then hurriedly whisked my panties off. I was practically panting as I put my moist panties atop the bra and dress.

I did it!

I was naked in the stairwell inside my office building!

I stood there wired for sound and sex, considered going up a flight to put distance between me and my clothes. I also considered going down a couple of levels for the same reason. I was so horny it was difficult to think. I stood there naked, aroused, then got a crazy idea to hold my clothes at my side and see how many floors I could go up until someone entered the stairwell.

I was so horny and aroused that I was distracted, and that was my mistake.

I reached for my clothes, my panties, bra and dress.

But I brushed them and stared in complete fear as they fell 20 plus floors.

Trapped naked in the stairwell, I watched as my clothes fell down and out of sight.

OH NO!!!

*********************************** NOW *************************************

I experienced real, true fear as my clothes fell down and out of my reach.

Now I was truly trapped naked in the building.

For real!

My entire body was wracked with sudden, intense, blinding pleasure that numbed every inch of me. For the first time in my life I think I had an orgasm without anyone touching me, talking to me, or putting anything inside me. I realized I was laying on the cold concrete and stood shakily, leaned on the railing, and just stared down at nothing.

Somewhere, down there, were my clothes.

My mind raced as I tried to think what to do. I could maybe start down the 24 flights and hope to find my clothes. I could also hope that in this day and age where most everyone is in a hurry and lazy, I would be the only person in the stairwell. It was just over a week ago that I was naked in the building, maybe 10 days ago? 11? But that day, I had permission of sorts and both the executives and HR were in on the ‘Lingerie Day' challenge. Besides the fact that, whether we were sudden lovers or not, Gary expected me to be at my desk and working. Running around the building naked was bad for my career and possible freedom.

BIKER? Help me?

No answer.

So going back to my desk, maybe into Gary's office, were out. I mean, I am fairly certain that if I slipped into Gary's office naked, he would fuck me silly then send someone, somewhere to get me clothes.

I'm just saying.

My phone was back at my desk with my wallet and keys, doing me zero good. I also had to focus to calm down because even after the miracle untouched orgasm moments ago, my mind and body were wired. I don't think I have reached actual slut status yet, there's some sex to have and work to do yet, but I sure felt slutty. I mean, all those times I got excited and played with myself while looking at BIKER's art, all the ENF and EXPOSURE he subjects his girls to, it was mind blowing to be in an actual forced exposure situation. Or was it accidental exposure? Not sure, but I had more important things to worry about. I mean, if I got caught, how would I explain losing my dress, my bra AND my panties? Unless someone was an ENF aficionado, they would call bullshit and I could be fired, arrested, or worse, have sex forced on me.

I refuse to use that horrible ‘R' word, sorry.

I forced myself to focus, ignored my sheer arousal, my trembling body, and hyper sensitive everything. I was down to floor 22, and thankful I had worn flats when I heard a door slam above me. I froze because it sounded like there were at least three male voices talking and laughing. They were talking about something, boxing or wrestling maybe, definitely a title of some kind. Then the fear inducing sound of three sets of shoes coming down the stairs.

Fuck!

I hurried downwards as one of the men complained that there was a perfectly good elevator and another male voice said "Four actually, you lazy ass." I passed 21, then stopped at 20 because I sort of knew the layout of 20 since it was primarily storage and printing. I have asked Gary several times why we have storage and printing on 20 rather than say 1 or 2 and he shrugs everytime I ask. The voices, the laughter and the sound of shoes hitting concrete drew closer and I had to decide. Find somewhere to hide on 20 or keep descending? My choice was made for me when a door below me opened and instantly there was someone talking loud, maybe shouting, either at another person or into a phone.

I was trapped naked with nowhere to go!

I entered 20, held my breath, then exhaled because no one was in sight. Thank the Goddess! I slipped into the first open door and hid behind a desk to catch my breath and think. My God my body was wired, my pussy was soaked, my nipples were so hard they ached, and it was difficult to concentrate. My fear doubled though as someone came into the small office, stood inches away from me and my naked body, put some folders on the desk, then left.

How they never saw me I will never know.

I peeked up over the desk but saw no one. A quick glance around seemed like maybe a temporary office as there was no artwork, no diplomas, nothing really. Not even a computer or laptop, just a tablet and some folders. I was feeling somewhat brave, planning to dash back to the stairwell in hopes it was empty again, and wishing I could find my clothes, or at least my dress. I heard a noise, panicked and froze for a second, then instead of hiding behind the desk again, like a dummy I stepped behind the door. Even as I told myself I was an idiot, a young man came in and had his back to me as he looked at the desk and sighed. I quietly, carefully moved to squat and hide behind the small pile of boxes, prayed to BIKER who still didn't respond, and then the worst possible thing happened.

The young man not only closed the office door, he locked it with a LOUD click.

I struggled to stay calm, collect my scattered thoughts, and control my escalated blood pressure. Plus, I might have mentioned, I was completely, buck naked hiding behind some boxes in an office inside the building where I work.

That's when the least possible thing occurred.

Even as my horny, studying to take the ‘slut test' brain worked on ways to expose myself at work and make it look like an accident, I could never have dreamed, thought, considered or imagined what happened next. I was naked after a self induced ENF stunt went wrong and even I was surprised when the good looking young man fumbled with his belt and pants, unzipped them, then exhaled as he took hold of himself. I shifted carefully, hopefully quietly, and saw he had his tablet sitting up in its case and was fully enjoying whatever he was viewing. Besides being maybe 21 with short black hair, bright blue eyes, and a handsome face, what I could see of his cock was impressive.

This horny young man was jerking off to porn at work.

In the same building I was running around naked in.

What were the fucking odds?

The look on his face when I stood, he saw my naked body, and I smiled at his long, hard cock was worth more money than I will ever have. Years later when people ask how I met Chris, we agreed to say we met at work.

It's not a lie.

I don't remember when he told me his name was Chris, maybe when he was fucking me?

Still, as Chris's eyes filled with my naked body, he gasped "Wow, you're even hotter than I heard." He pushed his tablet face down, stood, and I licked my lips because he was easily 8 inches and thick, maybe 9. Chris pulled me to him and we kissed hungrily, then he wasted no time guiding me to lean against the desk and slowly pushing his massive cock deep inside me. I gasped, moaned, panted and whined, it was that fucking great to feel Chris inside me. As he held me and began to stroke, I gripped him and begged "Tell me you're single." He gasped "I am" and we kissed again. We started out making love, but something about me spurred Chris on until he fucked me like he had bought me in a store.

I read that somewhere, but can't recall where at the moment.

Chris lit all of my lights, pushed all of my buttons, and triggered my first orgasm at about the 5 minute mark. I saw colorful lights, felt sparkly explosions, and tasted hot cocoa of all things. I could almost think after that massive climax when Chris was grunting and gasped "Pull out?" I gripped him and moaned "No. Cum in me. If you get me pregnant I want a really nice ring." Chris groaned and I felt him cum, his eruption was that intense. He fucked me through his finish but I could feel the buzzing and begged "Keep... going...." He did and moments later I saw stars, moons and clovers and was pretty sure my brain was broken as my second orgasm overloaded me.

The good news?

We cleaned up using a cloth he pulled out of his desk.

I grinned and asked "Were you really jerking off while at work?" He blushed, then said "I was", but something about the way he blushed and glanced at the face down tablet intrigued me. I felt a tingling. I don't have Spidey Sense, but I felt some kind of tingling. I swear to my future children, Chris was using pictures of KAYLA from ART OF HAWKE's, ‘KAYLAS SUMMER BREAK' as inspiration. Besides being an amazing artist, HAWKE manages to combine bondage and humiliation yet somehow keep it sexy. I skim about half of HAWKE's stuff because I'm not into bondage, but he seems to have perfected the shy but sexy, repressed and fit female. All hair colors, usually about 5' 8" or 5' 9", and if you like hot, sporty, submissive women, he's an incredible artist.

I don't go for the bondage and stuff, but he draws sexy women.

I put the tablet face down and said "We have a lot to share. Are you looking for a girlfriend?" he blinked then said "If it's you Stacy, Hell yes." I smiled, we kissed, then I asked "Where's your phone?" Chris gave it to me, I put my info in, then texted myself so I had his number. We kissed again, then he asked "So the rumors are true? You like to be naked?" I blushed and said "That's not a short conversation. If you can handle me experimenting with things, people maybe seeing me naked, my possibly starting an ONLY FANS page, and lots of affection, then I am probably the perfect girlfriend." Chris sat down and just stared at me, so I leaned against the desk, still naked, legs clamped shut, and trying not to drip any of his cum or my juices.

Blushing, I asked, "Too much?"

Chris said "I think we understand each other."

Blushing, I glanced at the facedown tablet and said "I am familiar with HAWKE and will say this, once I trust you, I am open to certain conversations." Chris inhaled, then I asked "Can I have your shirt?" He blinked, then I said "Write this down." He leaned past me to get a folder, then changed his mind and grabbed a notepad. I smiled, he stood, stared into my eyes, then we both looked at his hard dick.

He was hard again.

Nice.

Twenty minutes later I was happy, he was happier, I had his dress shirt, and he had the info to go to BIKERSPLACETWO.com and look at OFFICE FRENZY 2. I wanted him to understand what I was thinking when I chose to go back to the stairwell for my clothes rather than up to my desk and send someone for new clothing. I slipped into a bathroom, peed, washed my face, and sighed because while it was a different type of top than what Kate ended up in the stairwell wearing, it was sure some kind of freaky deja-vu. I had an easy out, a couple of them, but instead of having Chris get me clothes or going up to Gary's office and asking him for help, I was determined to extend my exposure as long as I could.

Yeah, I think my brain was broken.

I did get a really hot, handsome boyfriend who can fuck out of the deal though.

Plus I planned to fuck Gary at least daily, so yeah.

Oh, I almost forgot about Jerry coming back to see me this weekend.

Man, Mike blew it by not being available these last few days.

I made it to the stairwell without getting caught. Chris had shared a bottle of water with me, fucked me silly twice, loaned me his shirt, and became my boyfriend, so I was pretty happy to be honest. I had peed, the shirt was just the right combination of cover if I got caught and ‘not enough' clothing to extend my naughty exposure urge. Wired with excitement, I slowly walked down the steps past 19 and stopped at the railing of 18 to stare down at nothing. I was feeling extra naughty, so I slowly unbuttoned Chris's shirt and let it hang open. I was feeling erotic and the arousal was controlling my brain as I let the shirt slide down my naked body and panted to no one "Oh no. If I lose this shirt I'll be naked again."

My body was wired for sound and sex, something I had said to myself once recently.

With the borrowed shirt hanging from my wrists, I was dizzy as I descended to 16 then stopped at 15 and had to concentrate. I was on the cusp of another untouched orgasm. Man it was fucking exhilarating to be naked at work and the only thing better would be if someone discovered me. I slipped the shirt off, leaned against the wall, slipped two fingers into my volcanic pussy, then exploded into a lightning and thunder filled orgasm that I think I may have blacked out from. I was laying there on the cold concrete, staring up at everything, and just trying to think. I didn't know a whole lot about ONLY FANS, but maybe I could make enough money doing that and some more modeling to not have to work anymore.

I eventually got up, picked up the shirt and sighed. Even fucking Gary I still had work to do and no amount of sex would erase that. I decided to put the shirt back on, go down and see if I could find my clothes, or at the very least, put my dress back on. I was struggling with Chris's shirt though because I had turned it inside out or something. I was frustrated, still horny, not thinking clearly, and yanked at the shirt when Fate and Karma had one more laugh at me. The shirt flew out of my hand, over the railing, hung in the air for two seconds, then just fell almost straight down.

FUCK!

Twice in one day?

Really?

I was down from 15 to 11 before I realized I was furious and had no plan. Zero. I kept going, said several prayers, fought my arousal and fear, and was at 7 when I heard a door slam above me. Someone shouted "Are you sure?" I leaned against the wall of 7 and listened as a second voice shouted "I know she's in here. Does she forget there are cameras everywhere?" I froze and stared wide eyed at a camera almost perfectly aimed at me.

Oh God.

The other voice said "You need to calm down Eric. This is probably another one of those challenges. I know Stacy and she would not just run around the building naked for no reason." Damn. Was that Dave? Dave is a good looking Security Officer who likes me but never got around to asking me out. A tall, fit, good looking blonde man, I would fuck him. I gasped at how loose I sounded to myself and rushed down the stairs. I found my panties on the 4th floor stairs, but they were torn and soiled, so I just stepped past them. I never found my bra. The dress was on the 2nd floor landing and was also torn and soiled, so it was basically useless. Chris's shirt was on the 1st floor steps and also dirty, but it wasn't torn.

Unfortunately for me, it didn't matter.

Two Security Officers rushed in the 1st floor door and roughly pushed me against the wall, pulled my hands and arms behind my back, and zip-tied me. All while four separate hands made sure to touch and rub nearly every inch of my naked body. Which sucked because I was ALREADY horny. Eric and Dave arrived and instead of helping me, they argued with the other two officers while I stood there completely naked with my wrists zip-tied behind my back.

Did I mention I was completely fucking naked?

I saw stars while all of them argued, because one of the Officers who zip-tied me slipped his fingers down to my wet lips, stared into my eyes defiantly, then slipped a finger inside my overheated pussy. I struggled not to moan because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I also didn't want things to turn into another party at my expense. As the Officer swirled and moved his finger inside me, as the pressure built inside my already hyper aroused body, Eric and Dave won the argument and each took hold of one of my arms. The Officer fingering me stepped back, his finger gone and my body perilously close to orgasm, then I panted "I can... huh... I can explain... all of this."

Silence. They ignored me.

Through a crowded lobby filled with people staring at my naked body and my bound hands, Eric and Dave led me to the Security Office and once inside brushed some things off a chair then sort of pushed me onto it. Whatever they missed, something solid and cold, was positioned just right and ended up pressed right against my soaked slit and needy pussy. I stifled a gasp as whatever the unwanted item was, it parted my lips, pushed almost into my pussy, and then both Eric and Dave moved to talk to each other away from me. Of all the porn I have read, watched and viewed, this was akin to extraordinary. I tried to shift with my hands bound behind my naked body and gasped, as whatever the object was, it actually pushed an inch or so inside me. Both Dave and Eric turned to stare at me, Dave was wide eyed, but Eric had that look the horny guys get in the HAWKE bondage comics.

Eric came right up to me, loomed over my bound, naked body, and I swear on my fucking life said "You're a naughty slut huh?" I was helpless as he roughly pinched, squeezed and rolled my left nipple. I saw stars, my entire body vibrated, and then with a wicked grin, Eric slowly pushed whatever it was further inside my pussy.

I lost it in a blinding, numbing orgasm and blacked out.

... to be continued.

This story was posted on 5/25/25

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