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“Miss Becca? Are you okay?”
The young intern's voice chirps so close to Becca's ear that it nearly startles the woman out of her seat. Hazel eyes blink in the blinding sun, the large windows behind the intern illuminating the room with beautiful summer skies. A soft blue passes by, a day so serene that Becca could let herself drift into bliss—if her daydreaming had been anything to go off of.
Her company taps on her desk again, as if it could rouse her from the sleepy haze that still lingers, but all it does is let Becca become all too aware of how close the other person is. Their blouse is undone, chest nearly pressed against hers as they lean on the desk. Warm breaths run down Becca's neck, their faces so close that one move could have the intern buried into her skin.
“Ah, I'm alright.” Becca flashes the intern a soft smile, trying to make more sense of her surroundings.
However, she realizes very quickly of a certain hum—a buzz coming from underneath her desk. More exactly, she feels something vibrating inside her, buzzing away dangerously close to her weakest spot. It can't be on its highest setting, but rather a soft reminder of its existence, keeping her on edge.
“Is something wrong?” The intern leans closer, their long ponytail brushing against Becca's chin as they bring lips to her neck. Teeth bite softly into the soft flesh, giving a soft suck before pulling away. “Let me know if you need anything, ma'am.”
“Ah, are you sure that this is—” Becca sputters, face flushed pink. Her words are cut off as nimble hands move to undo the buttons of her top. Underneath them, the desk creaks as the intern moves to climb on top of it, legs bent as they lean over to suck again at her neck. Trails of hickies form along her neck, each one accompanied with a small gasp from Becca as teeth bite into the skin. The hand not undoing her shirt finds its way into her hair, pulling at the bun until hair falls loose.
It's all too much, the suddenness of this. She can't quite make out if she knows this place, this person, but there's a selfish want within her to keep going. It certainly isn't Sisyphus, not with its bright skies and clean offices, and that seems to be what matters most in letting herself loose.
She lets out a heavy sigh as the intern bites at her collarbone, shirt now wide open. Fingers that had been pulling at the fabric now move down deftly against her skin, the realization that she hadn't had a bra on this whole time very quickly setting in. Soft skin moves along her breasts, squeezing against them. At first, it's only a small tug, a test of the waters before diving in, but that quickly changes as the intern looks up at her with greedy eyes. Their mouth moves down to kiss along her chest, while their other hand kneads at her breast with a deep hunger, as if it were plucking golden fruit. She squirms against her seat, though this only pushes the bullet inside her even closer to her weakest spot. Had she always been so sensitive? Perhaps it was the eyes that could so easily fall upon her, the fact that it was a stranger having their way with her, or any other myriad of reasons. Deep scarlet set in on her face as blunt nails grab tight hold of her breast—God, she'd wanted this for so long, hadn't she?
Soft lips kiss at her breasts, trailing down until they land on the nipple not currently being tormented by the intern's hand. It was a gentle sucking, and yet Becca felt herself shudder with every movement, grinding down against the chair and bullet inside her. As teeth lightly grazed the skin, a sharp gasp slipped out, earning her a small smile from the intern. She couldn't help but to worm in her seat, anxious for some form of relief.
“Ah, Miss Becca! I didn't realize that you'd been waiting that much,” the intern tusked, before moving a hand down to Becca's thighs. Long fingers slowly walked up the skin, playful as they traced shapes up her inner thighs. She felt the wire of the bullet inside her tug a bit, the vibrator moving with it as her breathing grew more warm, more heavy. Her own hands gripped the sides of the chair tightly, her head thrown back only slightly.
Suddenly, fingers slipped so easily into her, sliding past the lack of any underwear and deep into her warmth. She'd been so wet that they slid in with no resistance, the pair so quickly curling within her as she let out a long moan. They drew out their motions within her in slow, deep movements, curling and uncurling at a pace slow enough to drive anyone mad. They pushed at her inner walls, tapping along her like a melody, until she could only let out small whimpers in response, still trying to maintain some level of decency. Unfortunately, this failed to last, as the intern tugged at the bullet inside her, moving it so it sat perfectly against her G-Spot.
Brown hair thrown back, she let out a cry of pleasure, especially as the intern kept their fingers pressed against the bullet. Holding it in place, they tapped along the silicone, moving it against her most sensitive spot as a pit welled up in her stomach. With a soft laugh, the intern let their other hand fall to her thighs, searching for something. Every touch against her skin felt electric, the knowledge that she was indulging in something so taboo enough to nearly drive her wild on its own. She fell apart at the touch, no matter how little, as if she was a woman long repressed. Of course, Becca had all her own fantasies, all her thoughts of being fucked wherever she stood, of being served and pleasured until she could walk no more. But those were only fantasies, illusions of some other woman.
This was for her, she thinks. Some gift from above, some god-blessed sign of relaxation that she had desperately needed. And how beautiful it was, to be fucked as if she were but a trophy, polished like gold.
A deeper part of her still craved more, though. From the pits of her belly, Becca wanted to be fucked, wanted to be used and used a bit until there was nothing more she could do. It truly was unthinkable of her, Sisyphus’ darling office worker being such a dirty-minded woman, but she could have her dreams too. Dreams in amber and thick smoke, dreams of things much greedier than what she usually allowed herself.
And more did she get, as the intern's free hand fiddled with the remote to Becca's bullet, turning it up to nearly its highest speed. The fingers inside her curled and stretched without mercy, on a mission of pure hedonism. It pulled sweet whimpers out of Becca, each motion dragging along her with a sensitivity she didn't realize she had. As the motion inside her picked up, so did the sucking on her breast, pulling at her nipple with gentle ferocity. It was so much, so little yet so much, an edge that threatened to take Becca, threatened to wash over her and drive her up a wall and—
“Ah, there you are, you little scamp!” A large voice echoed from behind them, the sound of a door swinging open sending chills down Becca's spine. She moved to try and hide herself, but the intern only kept their speed, even picking it up with exhibitionistic glee. As deep red covered her body from embarrassment, the figures that entered strode to the front of her desk. A man and a woman, both in equally well-tailored pantsuits, looked down at her and the intern, their gazes filling her with both excitement and pleasure.
“You said that it was free reign, sir” The intern piped up, pulling their mouth away from Becca's breast. Their hand never stopped moving though, a fact that kept Becca shaking as she tried to focus on the new company.
“But our Becca here's got a meeting in half an hour, yeah?” The man hummed, bending over ever so slightly as he tapped his fingers on the desk.
“We need to run over some preparations for the presentation with her. Many of the executives will be in attendance today, so it's imperative that our presentation and courtesy serve our image well.” The woman behind him moved to lay a hand on Becca's shoulder, a manicured hand resting on the skin. “I'm sure you can understand that?”
The intern flushed a bright red, nodding before pulling their hands out. Becca let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness inside her, but her mind couldn't wander long as the woman beside her began pulling aside her blouse. As the intern collected themselves, the woman let out a hearty laugh, before pulling Becca's chin up to face the duo.
“Say, do you believe our dear Becca is prepared for her duties today?” She hummed, voice sharp and clear.
“Ah, no hurt in brushing it up!” The man laughed in response, moving one of his hands to gently ruffle Becca's hair. “Seems she got a good enough workout…Just wish these kids would start going through the proper checkout channels, you know?”
“What, jealous you might not be her first every morning?”
“He-Hey!” the man sputtered out, his face red as his other hand moved to cover his expression. It was an adorable gesture, all things considered, but Becca's head swirled as she tried to make sense of everything. First, she'd been fingerfucked by a coworker, and now these two, presumably her bosses of some sort, had come in ready to sweep her away to some meeting that she had absolutely no idea about. And the way they looked at her, lust-filled eyes wide as if ready to devour the poor woman.
Against her better interests, she feels her arousal pool in the seat beneath her. If anything, she's at least familiar with the ways of the workplace—do as she's told, especially when the ones telling her what to do are…
Well, she's in for quite a treat.
When the intern leaves the room, Becca's suddenly pulled into a deep kiss by the woman, hands holding her face up as she kisses Becca with a passion that makes her feel like she's burning. The man makes his way to rest behind her, the stiffness in his pants obvious as he leans against her back, his hands playing with her breasts. Both move with such a precision that feels less sexual as it does calculated, as if they both understood parts of Becca that she failed to even know herself. The duo worked in perfect unity, as if they were synced with one mind. The woman's hands moved down Becca, while the man pulled her chair away from her desk.
She can see more clearly the rest of the office, her desk turned away from the door as if she were on display. The wall holding the door is filled with mirrors, though she suspects they very well may be one-sided, as if she were on display for everyone to see. A couch and bookshelves take up some of the space, though it takes Becca a few glances to realize what it is about this room that's so odd.
Around her, sexual objects and paraphernalia litter the room, from toys and protective wear lining the shelves to a gathering of notes on the wall seeming to transcribe various worker's enjoyment. Ah, Becca thinks, this wasn't an office at all but a den of pleasure. A shrine devoted to the beauty of sex, and if her hunch is right, then she supposes it's a sort of shrine to her too.
She flushes at the thought. To be honest, she wasn't a fool when it came to recognizing the way people looked at her. Becca was a grown woman, after all. She could tell when eyes lingered on her, or when somebody stood ready to pounce on her. But to have such a devotion…
The thought never sinks in, for as she can begin to think, there's a mouth on her cunt, licking away. Beginning with soft kitten licks, the woman's tongue prods experimentally at her folds. Slow, nearly agonizing strokes run up and down her crotch, as if her tongue aimed to explore and taste every inch. It dips in and out, from a tight curl to rolling up the length completely flat, each inch taken with slow precision. As the woman eats her out, their other guest massages Becca’s shoulders, playing with her hair as he pats it down from its disheveled nature. Up and down, their strokes work in tandem, the stream of moans from Becca's lips never stopping as they up their speed. The pace at which the woman moves is breathtaking, speeding up with darting tongue movements along Becca's wetness, slowing to suck on her clit, the sensations alone enough to make her scream. Of course, she's not spared the buzzing of the vibrator still deep inside her, shaking her insides, but it's become familiar by now; a sign of her whorishness, she supposes. She feels the nose buried against her, diving into her. It's so helplessly erotic that Becca can't help watching in awe as the woman moves up and down, each movement as electrifying as the last.
Of course, nothing lasts forever. With a short nod between the bosses, she's quickly lifted in the air, the woman moving from underneath her as she's bent over her own desk.
“Say, Becca,” the man hums into her ear. “Did the new kid fuck you clean already?”
She shakes her head in nervous response, her legs twitching with anticipation as the cold air brushes against her cunt. It's unthinkable, being bent over a desk, her lust out for the world to see, but as the bosses move to spread her legs, she sees stars. Becca half anticipates a spank that never comes, her body shivering as she feels warmth rushing through her. What next, what next, she thinks.
Her question is answered by the unzipping of pants, the sound ringing out so loud in the empty room. Saliva pools in her mouth at the thought of it, especially as she feels a clothed dick pressed up against her, grinding ever so slightly into her. Needy, she feels so needy, especially when she's been kept on the edge with teasing and finger fucking, needs to have the job just finished. The man moves himself up and down against her, his boxers the only thing keeping him from slipping right in.
“Only with their hands,” the woman speaks. Suddenly Becca's pulled back again so that the woman can join her on the desk, legs spread wide for Becca to lay her head between. Even from here, she can smell the deep musk of arousal pooling out from her partner, the scent like a warm haze she can find herself drunk on. As she's pushed forward on the desk, body readjusted as if she were but a toy, she finds her cheek pressed against the curve of the woman's inner thigh, her nose brushing against curly blonde hair. It was as beautiful as treasure, glistening and so ready for Becca.
“Good, good. You know I like to start her off each morning.” Without further explanation, Becca feels the boxers slipping down, bare dick pressed against her as the man runs his tip up and down her cunt. It's teasing, pushing poor Becca to her limits of how much until she lets those desires slip out. Her breathing slips out of her parted lips with a heavy anticipation, waiting for him to just take her, but he doesn't seem to bite just yet. When he pulls the pulsing bullet out of her, she half expects him to take her right there. Instead, he grinds against her, pushing his dick between her thick thighs with a loud groan. She tightens them in response, letting out her own soft moans as he rubs against her cunt.
Fingers lace gently through her hair, as if petting her, before pushing Becca's face into the woman's cunt. The smell of sweat and wetness fills her senses as she gets right to work, lapping at the pussy before her with eagerness. It's a salty sweetness, and so Becca dips her tongue in and out, nothing if not eager to please. They work in beautiful rhythm, her eating the woman out, the petting of her hair, the dick against her. She licks and licks, hands moving to hold onto the woman's legs. One hand pulls the woman's legs apart farther, allowing Becca even further access as she nuzzles against the wetness. The other moves to pull the boss’ lips apart, exposing her clit to the open air as Becca playfully moves her tongue, determined to have the woman respond.
And respond she does, head back and legs trembling as Becca tongue-fucks her. She lets out a series of whimpers, before muttering Becca's name like it was a blessing. Feeling emboldened, Becca moved her hand away from her thigh and right to the woman's entrance. When the boss bucks her hips forward, grinding on the tips of Becca's fingertips, she obliges, letting one slip into the warmth.
This seems to have been what the other boss was waiting for. It's quick as he pushes himself inside of her, the width stretching her so beautifully. She feels pulled open, so full, and when he pulls his hips back to thrust again with a passionate thrust, all she can do is moan up against blonde hair, the warmth swallowing her cries. He shows no signs of slowing, but rather picks up his pace. Becca does the same in turn, trying the best she can to push her fingers into the woman in front of her as the other boss drills her from behind. All she can do is try to match the rhythm, adding another finger or two as she grows used to the pounding inside her. Breathless, she feels breathless, moaning all she can do as she's railed into the desk. She imagines everyone else outside her office window, pressed against the glass, watching her be fucked out of her mind.
In fact, she lets out a loud whine, hoping it'll catch the attention of her coworkers. She wants them to see her, wants them to know what a slut she is.
“Are you filling her up that fast?”
“Well, we've got a short time to work with! You know how many people are excited to see the office cumslut in person? Ever since we hired her, morale and productivity has been through the roof.” He slaps her ass, the sound reverberating through the air as his hands grab hold of her hips with bruising force. “Gotta fill her up as much so they know what they're in for.”
And fill her up he does, his first orgasm spilling within her. His fingers trace over her stomach, pushing against the skin where you can feel his thrusts.
“Maybe she'll be nice and bear me a little junior, won't she? Easy promotion right there.” He leans in, whispering in Becca's ears, hips still rutting away with animalistic speed. His partner, however, takes less humor, flicking his head.
“You'll have to share her, you fool.” She grabs hold of Becca's hair, pulling her up to look her in the face. Becca's eyes are damp with tears, lips swollen beautiful from all her hard work—how could the two not fight over her?
And so the pace begins again, Becca being buried between cunt and dick. Her breasts push against the desk, being nearly abused by the hard wood as it shakes underneath her. Somewhere in there, she feels an orgasm rip through her, feels it take her legs by storm until all she feels is the warmth on her tongue and the rod deep within her. There's no mercy as she does, only a continual pounding, a drive like pure animals fucking away in the day. Cum spills within her again and again as she's fucked through her orgasm, mind hazy—all she can think about is the sparks shooting through her body, the cum leaking down her legs (Hers? His? She has no idea) onto the floor beneath them. At some point, her mouth hangs open uselessly, her hand barely flexing against the other woman who rocks against her, desperate to milk more out of Becca. It's ruthless, but Becca adores it, the feeling of being used.
A chirp of a timer sings out, bringing their fucking to a stop. With a grumble from her partner, she's greeted by a rush of cold air as the woman before her quickly rolls off the desk, straightening her skirt with record speed.
“We have to make our way to the meeting room,” she gasps out. “Is she able to walk? I'll present her when we get there.”
The man chuckles, only lifting Becca up so that her legs press against her chest, his dick still deep inside her and on full display.
“Walk? I'll carry her there. Great immersion so they know what they're getting into.”
Every jostle of his body only pushes him deeper into her, and the woman is quick to slip the discarded bullet right back into her, switching it onto max speed. Both Becca and the man let out deep groans, his hips sputtering out a few affirmative thrusts against her. From here, you can clearly see some of his cum dripping out of her—a sight which the other boss swipes her finger at, sucking at the taste of it on her fingers.
“Well, let's make a move then. You know they'll get upset if you're late having all your fun.”
“Alright, alright.”
And like that, they're off, Becca bouncing on his dick as they exit her office. Her suspicions were right—the mirrors she saw were simply just glass peering into her office, and a not-so-small crowd has to disperse as the three exit the room. They all stare at her with flushed, lust-drunk gazes, and all she can imagine is them running trains on her, fucking her until she forgets her own name. She was a dedicated worker, a pillar to the office experience. As they walk to the conference room, she's as polite as can be, smiling and nodding at anyone she passes, the bosses still going at her as they move. She imagines the man filling her up right then and there, showing her off to everyone in the office.
But not now, she reminds herself. She has a presentation to give, and so she lets the other boss have at her blouse, pulling it aside so that her breasts fall out perfectly.
As they enter the conference room, Becca sees just why she'd been “prepared” in the first place. This was no meeting, but a full blown orgy, every eye on her as they entered. Some envied the cock buried in her, others looked with hunger as if they would eat her up. All of it swam inside her mind, swirling.
Gently, the bosses set her on the table, cum seeping out of her as its plug pulled away. She collapsed with a soft “hmph”, twitching from the ruthless fucking.
Around her, people swirled, all ready to dive in. All ready to devour her.
“Are we ready to get started? The point of this meeting was to discuss the importance of our office slut, and how we've really started to see great progress…”
The bosses’ talk trails off in her head as she reaches her arms out, ready to pull in the group to eat her whole.
When Becca wakes up, she doesn't realize she'd fallen asleep with her Nexus set on. How embarrassing…
Her hand reaches down, touching at her crotch. It's soaked to the brim, bedsheets surely stained with wetness. Blushing, she pulls her hands back up. Ah, when she'd been told about that room, she hadn't expected it to be so…immersive.
And yet, with her body filled with that burning heat, Becca knows she'll be back, ready for more.