This was many years ago, before cell phones, the internet, and the MeToo movement. It was a different time, and the dynamic between men and women, especially in the office, was very different than it is today.
The office back then was crazy. Not as over the top as the movie, but close enough. It wasn’t uncommon for being to be drinking, doing drugs, strippers, having sex through out the day. If you were part of the inner circle there, then you’re good. The office was known to hire young, attractive women for its admin jobs. Your looks mattered more than your skills or education. And us admins played with the men there, all the time. Again, a different time back then.
Every once in a while, the inner circle of guys and admins would party, and party hard. Back then, I was a party girl, so this was very natural for me. During some of these infamous office parties, they would get some of the party girl admins and do this impromptu blowjob contest. Here’s how it worked. When the office closed one night, the girls would strut down one of the office hallways, like a catwalk. The guys would be on the sides, and it would almost be like a bikini contest. Except the girls were in their bra/panties or whatever. No touching, just a friendly show to be judged and ogled after.
After the show, each guy would write his name on a piece of paper and throw it into a hat. Each girl would randomly select one, and thus that was her guy for this blowjob contest. Whichever girl got her guy off the fastest… won. Depending on how many girls there were, there would be multiple rounds. So 2 girls, 1 round. 4 girls, 2 rounds, etc…
So during this blowjob contests, I’m standing in the middle of this room. Encircled by this group of young, coked up guys. As I’m picking a name, you can see the anticipation from them. And as I say who the lucky guy was, there was this cheer or roar, especially if there’s a newer guy, who everybody liked. Then we’d go off to his office, and I try to blow job as quickly as possible. No foreplay, no chit chat. I would literally close the door, fall to my knees, and start blowing him. Just so I could win. Once he got off, I had to race back to the party, often there was still cum on my lips. Then we’d start it again, with the next round. Sure, we were all hammered at that point, but it was all fun. And again, I’m that type of party girl.
The eventual contest winner got a nice bonus on her desk the next morning. And/or a paid vacation. I later found out that sometimes they would rig the contest. If the guys wanted a particular guy to get blown, then they would all write his name and drop it in the hat. I had no idea, so when I’m standing there, drawing a name, everybody knew what was going to happen, except me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iwzmuc/we_used_to_have_blowjob_contests_in_my_wolf_of
Good ole days ?
Another great story.
Did you snort some blow off anyone’s dick?
> I later found out that sometimes they would rig the contest.
They do the same thing with stock they sell.
That’s when it’s nice for a guy to be a fast cummer
so you like a slut slut
Its how nature intended, overall the world is going against itself nowadays.
Did you enjoy that time period or do you love it now? With metoo movement and such
I can only dream of those days, but not at work, the thought police would get me
This is why I’m pro capitalist
Did you throw any midgets at targets?
lol
…and not one female came.