Chapter 2: The Messy Baptism
Joanne didn’t move. The warm, salty fluid beaded on her eyelashes, streaked her cheeks, painted her open lips. She was frozen, a statue baptized in their filth. Then, her tongue darted out, a quick, involuntary flick that collected a drop from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes, wide behind smeared lenses, locked onto Becca’s.
“Lick it up,” Becca repeated, her voice a husky command. “Every fucking drop.”
A shudder wracked Joanne’s frame. She leaned forward, her hands braced on her knees, and began to clean herself with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She licked her palms, her fingers, sucking the taste of them from her skin with a focus that was both demure and obscene. Mark watched, his softening cock twitching against his thigh.
“Now come here,” Becca said, her tone softening only a fraction. She crooked her finger. Joanne rose, unsteady, and stepped to the table’s edge. Becca cupped her chin, smearing the remnants. “You liked that, didn’t you? Being our canvas.”
Joanne’s nod was almost imperceptible. “Yes.”
“Prove it.” Becca guided Joanne’s head down toward Mark’s spent cock, still glistening and wet. “Clean him. Get him ready for you.”
Without hesitation, Joanne’s mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling to gather the mixed essence of Becca and his own release. Mark groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked him back to hardness with a desperate, hungry rhythm. Becca watched, a satisfied curator, then slid off the table.
Becca moved behind Joanne, her hands settling on the younger woman’s shoulders. “Slow down, sweetheart,” she murmured into Joanne’s ear, her voice a low, instructive hum. “You’re not trying to choke on it yet.”
She guided Joanne’s head up, then down in a measured rhythm. “Use your tongue on that vein underneath, yeah, just like that.” Joanne moaned in response, the vibration traveling through Mark’s shaft. “Good girl. Now suck just the head, get it nice and wet for me.”
As Joanne obeyed, focusing on the slick tip, Becca sank to her knees on the carpet. She nuzzled her face into the wiry hair at the base of Mark’s cock, her breath hot against his taut scrotum. “You two look perfect,” she muttered, then took his heavy sack into her mouth.
She licked a broad, wet stripe from the back of his balls up to where they met his shaft, savoring the musky, salty tang of his skin and their dried mingled fluids. She enveloped one testicle, then the other, sucking gently, rolling the weight of him on her tongue with a filthy, worshipful attention. Mark’s thighs trembled violently, a broken curse falling from his lips.
“Fuck, Becca, your mouth…”
“Shut up,” she said, pulling off with a pop, her lips glistening. “Just feel it.” She went back in, her nose pressed into his perineum, her tongue delving into the sensitive space behind his balls as she worked him with a wet, sloppy dedication. Joanne’s sucking sounds from above filled the room, a dual orchestration of hunger.
Mark’s hips began to stutter, a ragged warning gasp tearing from his throat. “I’m… I’m getting close again.”
Becca immediately released him, her hand snapping up to gently but firmly guide Joanne’s head back by the hair. “Let go, sweetie, that’s enough.” Joanne released his cock with a wet, reluctant pop, her lips swollen and slick. “On your knees, right here next to me,” Becca commanded, her own knees scraping on the carpet as she positioned herself.
She took his throbbing shaft in her fist, pumping him with a fast, tight grip as Joanne scrambled to kneel beside her. “Look at us, Mark,” Becca panted, lining their faces up side-by-side before his twitching cock. “Cover us both this time. Paint us.”
Joanne hungrily opened her mouth, her tongue extended, a desperate whimper escaping her as she stared at the leaking tip. Mark’s release erupted in a startling, voluminous surge, the first thick rope splashing across Joanne’s cheek and into her open mouth. The next pulse caught her hairline, white streaks tangling in her brown strands.
He grunted, shuddering, and his aim shifted as Becca angled his cock. A hot jet splattered across Becca’s brow, dripping down her temple. Another landed on her lips, and she laughed, a low, thrilled sound, as she stuck out her tongue to catch it.
They both moaned, a shared, excited sound of debasement, as the final weak spurts dotted their chins and necks. The air hung thick with the pungent, salty smell of his spend.
Mark sagged, his legs buckling as he stumbled backward and dropped heavily into a nearby leather conference chair. His eyes slid shut, his head lolling back against the headrest, every muscle in his body rendered useless and spent. A long, exhausted breath hissed from between his parted lips.
Becca watched him for a moment, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes, before her gaze settled on Joanne. She reached out, her fingers sliding through the cooling streaks on Joanne’s cheek. “You’re a fucking mess,” Becca whispered, her voice raw with something akin to reverence.
Then she leaned in and captured Joanne’s mouth with her own.
The kiss was deep and searching from the start, Becca’s tongue sweeping past Joanne’s lips with possessive intent. Joanne moaned, a high, desperate sound, her hands flying up to clutch at Becca’s shoulders. She tasted Mark there, that familiar salty bitterness, but layered beneath it was the unique, musky flavor of Becca herself, a taste Joanne now realized she’d been craving.
Becca pulled back just an inch, her breath hot. “Lick it off me,” she commanded, her voice a thick whisper.
Joanne obeyed without hesitation, her tongue tracing the drying streaks on Becca’s temple and brow. She lapped at the delicate skin, collecting the fading proof of Mark’s release, her movements tender and thorough. Becca shuddered, her own tongue snaking out to clean a glistening trail from Joanne’s jawline.
Their mouths found each other again, hungrier now. They shared the taste, their tongues sliding together in a wet, filthy dance that mingled his spend with the salt of their sweat. Joanne’s fingers tangled in Becca’s hair, pulling her closer, a newfound aggression rising in her grip. A low groan vibrated in Becca’s throat, a sound of pure approval.
Becca finally broke the kiss, her lips slick and parted. She smiled, a real, warm thing that cut through the predatory gleam. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” she breathed, her thumb stroking Joanne’s jaw.
“You must be throbbing by now,” Becca continued, her gaze dropping to the damp, stained front of Joanne’s skirt. “Just waiting for someone to finally give you a proper fucking release.”
Joanne nodded, a quick, desperate jerk of her chin. The timid ghost from the doorway was gone, incinerated by a need that made her hips twitch. “Please,” was all she managed, the word frayed at the edges.
“Up you get,” Becca said, guiding her by the hand toward the long conference table. She cleared a space with a sweep of her arm, sending a stray binder clattering to the floor. “Lie down. Flat.”
Joanne complied, her back meeting the cool, polished wood. Becca climbed up beside her, kneeling between her splayed legs. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Joanne’s soaked underwear. “Look at this,” Becca purred, peeling the lace down slowly, revealing the glistening, swollen flesh beneath. “You’re absolutely fucking drenched. This is all for us?”
Then Becca lowered her head, her tongue finding Joanne’s clit in one broad, flat stroke.
Joanne cried out, her back arching off the table. Becca’s tongue moved in firm, circling pressure, then shifted to rapid, fluttering flicks that stole the breath from Joanne’s lungs. As her tongue worked, Becca’s finger, slick with saliva, pressed against Joanne’s entrance and slid inside her to the knuckle in one smooth, claiming motion.
“Oh god,” Joanne choked, her hands flying to her own breasts, fumbling over her blouse. She pinched her own nipples hard through the fabric, her hips rocking up to meet Becca’s mouth and hand. Becca added a second finger, stretching her, curling them inward to find a spot that made Joanne see white bursts behind her eyelids. The wet, rhythmic sounds of Becca eating her out filled Joanne’s ears, a filthy music that unraveled her completely.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of Becca eating her out filled Joanne’s ears, a filthy music that unraveled her completely. Becca withdrew her slick fingers, and Joanne whimpered at the sudden emptiness. “Shhh, I’m not done with you,” Becca murmured against her thigh, her breath hot.
Then Becca shifted her body around, moving with a fluid, deliberate grace. She pivoted on the polished table, bringing her own glistening pussy down to Joanne’s painted, waiting face. Now in a 69 position, Becca lowered herself until her wet folds hovered just above Joanne’s mouth. “Put that clever little mouth to use, Joanne,” Becca commanded, her voice thick.
She wanted to feel Joanne moaning inside her. Joanne’s tongue tentatively flicked out, a soft, exploratory stroke along Becca’s slit. A shudder ran through Becca’s thighs. “That’s it,” she gasped, sinking her own mouth back onto Joanne’s desperate cunt.
The dual sensation was electric. Becca moaned deeply as she tasted Joanne’s fresh arousal, and the vibration traveled straight into Joanne’s core. Joanne answered with a muffled cry of her own, her lips sealing around Becca’s clit. Becca’s hips rocked forward, grinding herself against Joanne’s nose and mouth.
“Yes, fucking yes,” Becca panted, her words slurred against Joanne’s flesh. She sucked Joanne’s swollen bud hard, and Joanne’s responding moan was a long, desperate hum that resonated inside Becca. They moved together in a wet, synchronized rhythm, each gasp and cry feeding the other’s pleasure. The conference room echoed with the obscene, sloppy sounds of their mutual devouring.
Joanne’s hands came up to grip Becca’s ass, her fingers digging into the firm flesh, pulling her closer. Becca’s own fingers plunged back inside Joanne, curling and thrusting in time with her tongue. The shared, mounting tension coiled tight, a circuit of pure sensation closing between them. Becca could feel the exact moment Joanne began to fracture, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around her fingers.
Joanne’s scream was swallowed by Becca’s pussy as her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering wave. The intense, convulsing pulses against Becca’s mouth pushed her over the edge an instant later. Becca came with a ragged shout, her own release gushing against Joanne’s chin as she ground down hard, riding out the climax on Joanne’s face. They collapsed together onto the hard wood, a tangled, breathless heap of spent limbs and cooling sweat.
They collapsed together onto the hard wood, a tangled, breathless heap of spent limbs and cooling sweat. The only sounds were their slowing breaths and the distant hum of the building. Becca lifted her head, her gaze finding Mark still slumped in the leather chair across the room, his eyes half-closed.
“Don’t you dare check out on me yet,” she said, her voice raspy but firm. She untangled herself from Joanne and slid off the table, her bare feet hitting the carpet. “Look at this fucking mess we made of her.” She gestured to Joanne, who lay sprawled and glistening, their combined releases drying on her skin.
Mark’s eyes focused, traveling over Joanne’s ruined blouse and streaked thighs. “I’m pretty spent, Becca.”
“I don’t care.” She walked to him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “You’re not done. There’s unfinished work right there on that table.” She leaned close, her lips near his ear. “I want you to fuck her. I want you to fuck Joanne as hard as you fucked me. I want to watch you ruin her.”
He exhaled, a long, tired sound, but his cock twitched against his thigh in a feeble, interested pulse. Nodding slowly, he pushed himself up from the chair, his muscles protesting. He approached the table where Joanne watched him, her eyes dark and expectant.
“On your hands and knees,” he instructed, his own voice thicker now with renewed intent. Joanne scrambled to obey, presenting herself to him over the polished mahogany. Mark positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping the soft curves of her hips.
He guided his cock, still slick from Becca’s mouth and their earlier exertions, to her soaked entrance. With a single, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Joanne cried out, a sharp, grateful sound that echoed off the walls. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, each drive of his hips slamming her body forward with a solid, meaty slap.
“That’s it,” Becca whispered, watching from a few feet away, her hand slipping between her own legs. “Give her everything. Fuck the shy right out of her.” Mark grunted, his thrusts becoming ragged and deep, his balls slapping against her with each penetration. Joanne’s pleasured screams dissolved into wordless, choking moans as he used her, her body rocking violently under his.
Joanne could feel every thick inch of him throbbing inside her, a hot, relentless pulse that matched the frantic beat of her own heart. In a daze of pure sensation, she unlocked her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, her calves crossing at the small of his back, trapping him deeper with a strength that surprised them both.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a raw scrape against her throat, “fill me up with it, Mark, I need it.” Becca leaned over the table, her face hovering inches from Joanne’s, a strand of her hair brushing Joanne’s sweat-slicked cheek. “Look at you,” Becca breathed, her eyes blazing with pride. “I’m so fucking proud of you for letting this side out, you beautiful, dirty cumslut.”
“I am,” Joanne gasped, arching her back to take Mark even deeper as he pistoned into her. “I’m your dirty cumslut.” Mark groaned, his thrusts becoming shallower, harder, a sure sign of his impending release. “You made me this,” Joanne cried out, the words tumbling freely from her bruised lips. “You both made me into a cumslut who can only think about getting fucked hard like this!”
Her confession shattered Mark’s last shred of control. With a final, guttural shout, he drove into her and held, his body rigid as he emptied himself in hot, pulsing waves deep inside her. Joanne clenched around him, milking every last spurt, a second, softer orgasm rippling through her in welcoming waves. He collapsed forward, his weight pressing her into the hard wood, both of them breathing in ragged, shared gasps.
He collapsed forward, his weight pressing her into the hard wood, both of them breathing in ragged, shared gasps. Becca watched the thick, pearly trickle escape Joanne’s used opening and traced a path down her inner thigh. “My turn,” Becca stated, her voice leaving no room for debate as she pulled Mark by the hair off of Joanne.
She pushed him onto his back on the table, his spent body compliant, and straddled him with a single, fluid motion. “You have one more in you,” she growled, impaling herself on him with a sharp, downward slam that made his eyes fly open. “I don’t care how tired you are. You’re going to pump my cunt so full it spills out of me.”
She rode him with a frantic, punishing intensity, her nails digging half-moons into his chest. “Fucking give it to me, Mark, I want to feel your cum shooting inside my womb, you bastard,” she snarled, her hips pistoning. He gripped her ass, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he met her thrusts with weak, upward jerks. “Yes, like that, don’t you fucking stop, I’m so close,” she chanted, her head thrown back, every muscle corded tight.
She came with a shattered scream, her internal muscles clamping around him in rhythmic pulses that finally tore his own release from him. He emptied himself in a deep, hot flood that filled her completely, and she ground down against him, milking every last drop with a low, satisfied groan. They lay there, a tangled knot of slick limbs on the ruined conference table, the only sound their slowing heartbeats.
After a long silence, Becca chuckled, a raw, exhausted sound. “Well,” she breathed, “the office is going to get a lot more fun from here on out.”
Joanne, lying beside them, ran a finger through the cooling mess on her stomach. “Yeah,” she murmured, a slow, sated smile spreading across her face. “I guess the quarterly reviews won’t be the only thing getting fucked around here.”