Business meeting turns into some hardcore office play

It was just another mundane Tuesday morning at Dirt Cheap HQ, the office bustling with the usual humdrum routine of coffee, spreadsheets, and murmured phone calls. That is, until the weekly departmental meeting. What began as a typical gathering of suit-clad executives pronto descended into a debauched orgy of bodies and fluids, as the busty executives couldn’t keep their hands off each other a second longer. You, the esteemed viewer, get to be a fly on the morally bankrupt wall, voyeuristically enjoying the carnal antics transpiring.

The meeting begins innocently enough, the buxom managers taking their seats around the large mahogany table. There’s Vanessa, her blonde hair pulled back in a severe bun, frame For D business-sexy in her white button-down and tight pencil skirt. Beside her is Tanya, her crimson dress hugging her ample curves. As the meeting drones on, Vanessa absentmindedly slides a high-heeled foot along Tanya’s tanned calf. Tanya smirks, opening her legs wider, giving Vanessa more room to explore.

Vanessa’s foot creeps higher, tracing circles on Tanya’s inner thigh, the silky material of her stockings whispering obscenities as it’s caressed. Tanya squirms, her breath quickening. She boldly grabs Vanessa’s thatch of blonde hair, yanking her into a forceful kiss. Vanessa gasps, eyebrows raised in faux shock, before diving in, muttering “You naughty minx.”

The other executives, jolted from their menta masturbation stupors, now stand and circle, tongues lolling, hands roaming the drunkenly buckling women’s bodies. Zealous moans spill into the air as the frenzied groping escalates. Pants are shucked, halter-necks askew, tits bouncing free, shaved pussies exposed, lips bruised from ferocious kissing.

Tanya sheds Vanessa’s skirt and thong, eliciting a surprised yelp from the hapless secretary. “Settle pet,” Tanya growths, “I know your whorish cunt is aching for me.” She sinks to her haunches and buries her face in Vanessa’s glistening folds, lapping and suckling. Vanessa keens nonsense, fingers clutching Tanya’s bobbing head for leverage. The lewd schlicking sounds only serve to egg the others on.

Karol strips down to her lace black bra and thong, revealing dusty nude skin and a diamond navel piercing. She straddles Vanessa’s face, grinding her cotton-covered cunt against Vanessa’s nose and mouth. “Eat me, you cunt,” she demands breathlessly. “Tanya’s busy with your pussy. It’s my turn.”

Feeling sidelined, Lily and Mila join forces to orally service Tanya. Two tongues swipe Tanya’s clit, coaxing it from its hood. No hands, just lips and tongues, licking, suckling, swirling, plunging, yelps and grunts their approval as Tanya’s thighs clench and body riots. “Fuck yes, harder!” she cries.

Rob slams through the door, briefcase dropping with a clatter. “Dammit Van, I told you I was running this meeting!” He skids to a halt at the sight of his half-naked executives rutting like dogs. “Fuck me,” he breathes, mouth watering.

Quick as a flash, the ladies pounce. Vanessa looks up from Tanya’s pussy, spitting and gasping. “Always wanted to taste your cock, Rob,” she pants. She reaches out and yanks at his belt, unbuckling it with fierce determination. “Please let us worship your member.”

Rob needs no further persuasion. As his slacks pool at his feet, a girthy, vein-studded cock springs forth, spurting beads of precum onto the carpet. He groans as four heat-seaked mouths engulf him, tongues swirling, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin. Tender spots stroked, balls licked, his cock is bathed in oral caress, the women trading licks and suckles, worshipinh his meat.

The fellatrixes work his cock like a well-oiled machine, pumping, slurping, robbing him of consciousness. “Arrrgh! FuckyesfuckyesfuckI’msorryI’mcoming!” Rob howls, then goes rigid as spurt after spurt of hot cum splatters the insatiable women. They moan, shove fingers into their own quims, and greedily lap at his spent spillage.

No sooner does the final shiver of orgasm rack Rob’s frame then Mila mounts him, zero-one-anus skirt askew, slamming down on his still-hard cock. “Pound me!” she orders, alabaster tits heaving. “Fuck me until I scream!” And scream she does, pelvis smacking his, hands in his hair yanking, feet drumming his ass for more, more, more. Wet smacks echo as Mila careens into rapture, riding him raw.

As the meeting winds down, spent cocks and cream-filled cunts drain their owners. The executives, disheveled and gleaming with sweat, slowly resircular their suits, straighten their collars, and tidy their hair. “Well that was productive,” Vanessa remarks breezily, like discussing sales targets. “See you all next week then?”

The executives file out, humming a jaunty tune, not a hint of the deuced debauchery that just transpired evident. There’s always going to be next week’s meeting to look forward to, after all…