B4A2803-Call a junior office lady with a plump body and have a 3P fuck

Title: The Office Orgy

In the dimly lit office after hours, the sound of fingers typing away on a keyboard echoed through the empty rooms. It was well past midnight, and most employees had long since vacated the building. That is, except for three individuals engaged in a clandestine encounter in one of the private meeting rooms.

Misaki, the cute junior office lady, sat perched on the edge of the conference table, her curvy body on full display. Her short skirt had ridden up, exposing her plump thighs, and her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing the lacy cups of her bra struggling to contain her ample breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably under the hungry gazes of her two male coworkers standing before her.

Kenji, the senior sales manager, stood to her left, his confident smile revealing a row of perfect white teeth. His eyes roved over Misaki’s body, undressing her slowly in his mind. To her right was Hiroshi, a junior employee like herself, but with a much bolder attitude. He licked his lips as he slipped a hand under her skirt, his fingers trailing along the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“Misaki-chan, you’ve been such a naughty girl, sneaking around after hours like this,” Kenji purred, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “But I suppose that’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To teach you a lesson?”

Misaki’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she nodded meekly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Y-yes, sensei. I’ve been very bad. I need to be punished.”

Hiroshi chuckled, his fingers inching higher and brushing against the damp fabric of Misaki’s underwear. “Punished, huh? I like the sound of that. What do you say, Kenji-san? Shall we give our little office lady a reward instead?”

Kenji smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “A reward? Hmm… I suppose if she’s been such a good girl, she deserves something special.”

With that, he reached out and tugged Misaki’s blouse open, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Hiroshi wasted no time in leaning down and capturing one of her nipples between his lips, suckling greedily. Misaki gasped, arching her back to press herself further into his mouth.

Kenji, meanwhile, pushed her skirt up around her waist and tugged her panties aside. He ran a finger along her slit, groaning at the wetness he found there. “Someone’s certainly been looking forward to this, haven’t they?”

Misaki could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of lust and embarrassment. Kenji rewarded her with another stroke of his finger, teasing her entrance. Then, with a sudden thrust, he buried himself inside her tight heat.

Misaki cried out, her nails digging into the polished wood of the table. Hiroshi released her nipple with a pop, smirking at the sight of their fellow employee fucking the life out of their coworker. He dropped to his knees and burrowed his face between Misaki’s thighs, lapping at her clit as Kenji pounded into her.

The room filled with the sounds of moans, grunts, and the slick slap of skin on skin. Misaki rocked her hips in time with Kenji’s thrusts, pistoning her own hard cock against the cool surface of the table. Hiroshi continued his attentions to her sensitive bud, his talented tongue bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Kenji pulled out and urged Misaki onto her hands and knees, her ass pointing towards him. Without warning, he thrust back into her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingermarks. Hiroshi moved in front of her, his own member jutting out, raging hard. “Open up, office lady,” he growled, fisting a hand in her hair. “It’s time for your next punishment.”

Misaki obediently parted her lips, her tongue lolling out in invitation. Hiroshi wasted no time in pushing forward, his thick length sliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed, but he only held her steady, forcing her to take more of him. The dual penetration had her seeing stars, every nerve in her body screaming with pleasure.

Kenji fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her cunt with every pump of his hips. He watched as Misaki took Hiroshi’s cock like a champ, drool dripping down her chin and her eyes watering from the intensity. The sight only spurred him on, driving him to fuck her even harder.

Then, with a low groan, Kenji felt his climax approaching. He rammed into Misaki one final time before spilling his seed deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. The sensation of his load trigger her own orgasm, and she bucked against him, her pussy clamping down around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

At the same moment, Hiroshi stiffened and pulled back, painting Misaki’s face with his own release. She gasped as his spend splattered across her cheeks and forehead, marking her as his as well.

The three of them collapsed onto the conference table, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Misaki lay panting, her hair matted and her makeup smeared. Her skin tingled with the aftershocks of her climax, and her muscles felt like jelly.

Kenji chuckled, tweaking one of her tender nipples. “That was quite the reward, wouldn’t you say?”

Misaki nodded weakly, a satisfied smile on her lips. “It certainly was, sensei. Thank you for teaching me such a valuable lesson.”

Hiroshi laughed, wiping a streak of cum from her cheek. “Indeed, office lady. You’ve learned that working late has its benefits.”

All three of them giggled, basking in the aftermath of their forbidden tryst. They knew they would be sneaking off for more after-hours “training sessions” in the future. For now, though, the junior office lady needed to clean herself up and get back to work. Work was always calling, after all.