Two Office Girls go Wild with Steamy Group Sex
It was just another mundane Friday at the office, until those two hot secretaries decided to shake things up. They were sipping cocktails at their desks, giggling and whispering in that upstairs-downstairs way secretaries do, when one decided to slip off her top, freeing two bouncy, perky tits. Her colleague gasped, then joined in, peeling off her own blouse to reveal an equally lush pair of jugs.
They moved closer, their nipples grazing, as they leaned in to steal a kiss – soft and tender at first, then pulling apart like spring-loaded toys in a comical serpentine dance. You could taste the whiskey on each other’s breath, mingle with the welcoming scent of freshly applied perfume. Hands began to roam, caressing the smooth flesh, tweaking erect nipples until they were like pink bullets.
The first secretary fell to her knees, hastily unbuttoning her cohort’s skirt and panties with the other hand still fondling her own breasts. She buried her face between those sweet thighs and the delighted moans could be heard all the way across the floor. Her accomplished tongue found the sensitive pearl and flicked rapidly, while her fingers teased the entrance, plunging in and beginning to thrust.
By now, the other secretary had shed her skirt and top altogether, completely nude except for sheer thigh-high stockings. She leaned back on the desk, giving her friend access to her dripping pussy from below, and shimmied her body, rubbing her own breasts for stimulation. The arousal was building, palpable, and reaching its crescendo as the fingers and tongue worked her to dizzy heights.
Just as she was about to climax, an innovative intern appeared at the cubicle entrance. The women barely registered his presence, too absorbed in their mutual pleasure-quest, until he spoke up: “Um, is this a bad time? I have some papers for you to sign…”. Embarrassed but not deterred, the secretary maneuvering tongue-first pulled back, giving them time to collect themselves and hastily redress. The intern stumbled back out, mortified, to the sound of their giggling – and the secretary’s unfulfilled need, still dripping on the office chair.
That was just the beginning of what this adventure turned out to be. The two decided to take their naughtiness public, and when the next regular Friday office party came around, they were ready. The secretary who had almost gotten off graciously declined last-minute drinks being passed around. She was having too much fun sampling something different: her slutty colleague’s snatch, unapologetically allowing herself to be pinned against the bar and suited cocks to grind and stroke along her sopping slit.
This catapulted the rest of the employees into a wild sex bender. The BOSS himself lost ALL inhibition, eagerly knocking up his secretary’s skirt and plunging his throbbing member between those taut cheeks. Slurping, sucking, groping mouths and hands were everywhere, as inhibitions melted away, giving way to pure animal instinct.
One of the junior wives had even found her way into the storage room with the mailroom guy, getting that tight pussy stretched right over some crates, juices dripping onto them – marking up the surfaces like a territory claimed. Her husband was too lost in the supply closet with his secretary to even notice, as office attire tore and flesh met at every possible angle.
Everyone started to swarm, fingers and tongues out searching for the next available hole to fill. In the main boardroom, an uproarious group scene had formed, bodies pressed and writhing to the rhythm – drenched sucking sounds filling the space as willing mouths zeroed in on all available cock.
The two secretaries found themselves at the center of it all, getting passed around like party favors, appreciating the varying heat of each inch forced deep into their throats, slamming into their hungry pussies and puckered assholes. They lost themselves in the sensations, being used and abused just how they liked it, decorating faces with their spraying female juices.
Minutes turned to hours and by the time cleaning staff began to filter in, no one even noticed. The main party room resembled some sort of Roman orgy, scented with cum and other bodily fluids, with discarded clothing interspersed like wilted flower petals. And on a desk among it all, those two secretaries, sweaty and full of various man cum, lay spent – riding the waves of aftershocks from a wild Friday night.
The next day, this scene repeated, a flurry of whispered “I can’t believe it happened” and other quiet musings about the severity of the hangover. Nobody mentioned the secret sexcapades, but glances were exchanged and subtly drooled over. Unspoken, the secretaries planned their next move, now that curiosity and carnal appetite was awakened within the office walls…
