Chapter 6: The rhythmic slaps of Mark's hips against Joanne's ass echo in the cramped closet as Becca works three fingers in and out of Joanne's pussy, curling them to hit her g-spot just as Mark's cock spears Joanne's tight ass, making her scream into a box of manila folders.
The office door clicked open without a knock. Becca leaned against the frame, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scene: the streaked bodies, the glistening desk, the humid air. "Well, fuck," she drawled, a sharp grin slicing across her face. "Thought I heard the distinct sound of a good time." She stepped fully inside, Joanne slipping in behind her, her eyes wide. "Christ, the stench in here is thick enough to taste," Becca added, licking her lips as if she could.
Joanne’s gaze darted from Mark’s spent form to the two women smeared across the desk. "You started without us?" she asked, her voice tinged with real frustration. She kicked the door shut, its lock engaging with a heavy thud. "You better not be fucking done."
They undressed with efficient, hungry motions, fabric whispering to the floor. Becca’s eyes, predatory and assessing, landed on Vanessa’s trembling, cum-streaked form. "Now who’s this fresh piece?" she purred, stalking closer, her bare hips swaying.
Rachel propped herself up on her elbows, a proud, twisted smile on her face. "My daughter, Vanessa," she stated, as casually as mentioning a new hire. "Brought her in to lose her virginity. Consider it an internship."
Becca’s laugh was a low, delighted rumble. She reached out, running a thumb through the mess cooling on Vanessa’s stomach. "A virgin toy, all broken in and juicy," she mused, her eyes glittering. "I want the next turn with that."
Becca didn't wait for permission. She climbed onto the desk, her knees bracketing Vanessa’s hips, and lowered herself until their wet, swollen cunts pressed together in a slick, molten seal. “Feel that, virgin?” Becca breathed, beginning a slow, grinding rotation of her hips, her own slippery folds massaging Vanessa’s tender, freshly fucked ones. “That’s what a used pussy feels like against yours.” Her hand dove between their bodies, two fingers spreading her own lips to rub tight, furious circles on her clit as she rode the girl.
Joanne, drawn to the older woman’s commanding presence, moved to Rachel, who watched with heavy-lidded approval. “You’re a mess,” Joanne murmured, before leaning down to drag her tongue in a long, slow stripe up Rachel’s abdomen, collecting the mixed salts of Mark’s cum and Vanessa’s arousal. Rachel’s hand came up to tangle in Joanne’s hair, holding her there. “Clean it all up, then get to work,” Rachel panted, and Joanne obeyed, her mouth moving lower until she could thrust two fingers deep into Rachel’s yielding, hungry cunt.
Rachel gasped, her back arching, and her free hand immediately snaked between Joanne’s thighs, pushing three fingers into Joanne’s tightness with matching, mirrored rhythm. Mark, watching the two pairs of women, felt a thick, renewed heat surge into his limp cock. He walked over to the desk, his semi-hardness bobbing, and without a word, gripped Rachel’s hair to guide his thickening shaft past her cum-smeared lips. She took him in, her mouth a wet, willing sheath, and he began to push, feeling himself swell and harden against her tongue until he was fully rigid, pounding deep into her throat with short, sharp thrusts that made her gag loudly around him.
The rhythmic choking sounds from Rachel’s throat filled Joanne’s ears, a wet, driving beat that synced with the frantic curl of her own fingers inside Rachel’s cunt. “Suck that dick, you glorious slut,” Joanne hissed, her own breath coming in ragged pulls as Rachel’s skilled fingers pistoned inside her, scraping a spot that made her vision whiten. Becca, sensing the escalating frenzy, increased her pace, grinding her swollen clit in rough, demanding circles against Vanessa’s sensitive flesh. “You’re gonna make this virgin cum again just from my pussy on hers,” Becca gasped, her voice triumphant and strained, her fingertips digging bruises into Vanessa’s thighs.
Vanessa could only whimper, a broken stream of “yes, yes, please,” as the combined overstimulation tore another climax from her, her body seizing under Becca’s, a fresh gush of her arousal slicking their grinding mounds. Becca threw her head back, her own orgasm ripping through her a moment later, a raw, shouting thing that echoed off the office walls. As the waves receded, Becca shifted, her body dripping, and looked down at Vanessa’s wrecked, beautiful face. “My turn in that ass,” she stated, her voice hoarse with purpose, before rolling the girl over onto her stomach atop the slick desk.
Becca’s thumb, slick with their combined juices, didn’t ask. It pressed firmly against Vanessa’s tight, untouched rosebud, a brutal invasion that made Vanessa cry out, her back bowing. “Relax it, or I’ll rip it open,” Becca commanded, spitting onto her own fingers to coat them before pushing one digit steadily past the resisting ring of muscle. Vanessa sobbed, burying her face in her arms, as Becca worked her finger in to the knuckle, scissoring it open. “So fucking tight,” Becca moaned, adding a second finger, stretching the virgin hole with a relentless, burning pressure.
“So fucking tight,” Becca moaned, adding a second finger, stretching the virgin hole with a relentless, burning pressure. Her free hand came down in a sudden, sharp crack against Vanessa’s ass cheek, painting a red handprint on the pale skin. “That’s for being so greedy with your first cock,” she growled, spanking her again, the sound echoing off the metal shelves as Vanessa jerked and cried out.
Becca spat directly onto the quivering hole, the saliva mixing with lube and Vanessa’s own juices. She worked a third finger in alongside the others, stretching the ring of muscle obscenely wide, before abruptly pulling her hand free. Vanessa gasped at the sudden emptiness, but Becca was already repositioning.
She lined up her thumb at Vanessa’s ass and two fingers at her swollen, dripping pussy. “You’re getting filled every way now, you lucky bitch,” Becca whispered, and then pushed inward, invading both holes simultaneously in one brutal, stretching shove. Vanessa screamed, a raw, torn sound, as Becca’s hand disappeared inside her up to the knuckles, fingering her with a ruthless, scissoring motion that claimed both channels at once.
Across the room, the wet, gagging sounds from Rachel’s throat grew more frantic. Mark’s hips were pistoning now, his balls slapping her chin, his fingers tight in her blonde hair. “Gonna fucking paint your throat,” he grunted, each word a strained promise.
Joanne, her face buried between Rachel’s thighs, felt the change in Mark’s rhythm through the older woman’s body. She pulled her mouth away, lips slick. “Don’t you dare cum in her mouth,” she demanded, her voice sharp, cutting through the sex-thick air.
Mark’s eyes, glazed, flicked to her. “I want it on my face,” Joanne said, more insistently, crawling toward him on the floor. “Pull out. Give it to me.”
With a final, deep grind against Rachel’s lips, Mark obeyed. He pulled his slick cock from her throat, its head purple and throbbing. He stumbled back a step as Joanne rose to her knees before him, her mouth already open, tongue out.
The first hot jet hit her cheek, the next her lips. She caught the rest on her tongue, swallowing greedily as he emptied himself across her face, her eyes locked on his the entire time.
She licked her lips clean with a slow, deliberate swipe, the salty tang still on her tongue.
A sharp, wet sound from the desk drew everyone’s attention—Becca’s hand, pistoning in and out of Vanessa’s ass.
Rachel peeled herself off the floor, her movements languid and possessed as she walked toward them, her skin gleaming. “So, Becca,” Rachel said, her voice a low purr that cut through Vanessa’s muffled whimpers. “How are you enjoying my daughter?”
Becca didn’t stop her relentless fingering, looking up with a wild grin. “She’s really fucking sexy, Rachel. Tighter than a vice.”
“Good,” Rachel murmured, her smile widening. “Want to take us both at the same time?”
“God, yes,” Becca hissed, her fingers working faster inside Vanessa’s clenching heat.
Rachel stepped closer, her scent of sweat and sex enveloping them. She tangled a hand in Becca’s hair, her grip firm and undeniable, and shoved Becca’s face between her own thighs. “Eat,” Rachel commanded, grinding her slick cunt against Becca’s mouth.
Becca groaned, the vibration against Rachel’s flesh, and dove in hungrily. Her tongue speared deep into Rachel’s opening, lapping at the combined fluids gathered there, while her hand never slowed its rhythm inside Vanessa.
She finger-fucked the girl with hard, curling thrusts, each one making Vanessa jerk and cry out against the desk. Becca’s world narrowed to the taste of Rachel’s pussy, salty and musky on her tongue, and the feel of Vanessa’s hot, tight channels spasming around her invading fingers.
She could feel Rachel’s thighs beginning to tremble, could hear the shift in the older woman’s breathing. Becca redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly over Rachel’s swollen clit as she croaked, “Cum for me, you magnificent bitch.”
Becca redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly over Rachel’s swollen clit as she croaked, “Cum for me, you magnificent bitch.” Rachel’s climax hit with a choked scream, her hips bucking against Becca’s mouth, but the sound was just noise to Joanne. She turned from the desk, wiping a stray strand of cum from her chin, and put a hand on Mark’s chest. “My poor pussy hasn’t been taken care of yet, Mark,” she said, her voice a low, petulant whine that cut through the other women’s moans.
He understood instantly. With a grunt, he bent his knees and hooked his hands under her thighs, lifting her clear off the floor as if she weighed nothing. Joanne gasped, wrapping her arms tight around his neck and her legs around his waist, her wet core slotting perfectly against the hard heat of his stomach. He didn’t fumble or seek an angle; he just pushed upward with a powerful thrust of his hips, his cock spearing into her soaked, clutching cunt in one brutal, grounding stroke.
“Oh fuck, yes, right there,” Joanne moaned against his mouth, their lips meeting in a sloppy, open kiss that tasted of salt and him. He fucked her like this, holding her entire weight, each upward drive of his hips lifting her slightly before gravity brought her sliding back down onto his thick length. The sound was obscenely wet, a rhythmic, squelching slap of flesh that mirrored the ragged pull of their breaths. “You feel so deep like this,” she panted between kisses, her words mangled as his tongue pushed into her mouth. “Don’t stop, god, fuck me harder, I’m so close already.”
His muscles burned, but her pleas were a fuel. He pistoned into her, her back thudding gently against a filing cabinet with every drive, the metal cool through her sweat-slick skin. She broke the kiss to throw her head back, a string of saliva connecting their lips, her cries becoming sharp, staccato gasps. “I can feel you everywhere, you’re stretching me so fucking good,” she whimpered, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around his plunging cock. He watched her face contort, felt her legs tighten like a vise around his ribs, and knew she was shattering.
The door opened then, a cold draft slicing through the room’s humid, spent air.
A junior associate from accounting stood frozen in the doorway, a stack of overdue invoices fluttering from her slack hand. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, scanned the wreckage: the glistening, intertwined bodies, the streaked skin, the naked hunger on every face. The sharp, biological stench of sex hit her like a physical wall.
Mark instinctively clutched Joanne tighter, her body still convulsing around his embedded cock as she squirted, the fluid covering the floor where he stood.
Becca slowly lifted her mouth from Rachel, a thick string of fluid connecting her lower lip to the older woman’s thigh. “You’re letting the cold in, sweetie,” she said, her voice hoarse but perfectly calm.
The associate, a young girl named Leia, tried to speak. Only a dry click came out. Her gaze, paralyzed, finally settled on Vanessa, bent and trembling over the desk, her raw, used holes openly displayed.
Rachel turned her head, a lazy, predatory smile spreading. “Close the door,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for debate. “Or join in.”
“Or join in.”
Mark set down Joanne, letting her recover from her orgasm as she slid down the filing cabinet to the floor, breathing in ragged gulps. He walked over, the semen drying on his thighs, and grabbed Leia by her thin arm, his fingers like a vise. He kicked the door shut with his bare foot, the lock clicking with finality, and pulled her stiff, resisting body towards the messy grouping of women.
They descended on her with a silent, practiced efficiency that was more unsettling than violence. Becca’s hands went to Leia’s waist, undoing the button and zipper of her sensible pencil skirt with a sharp zip before yanking it down her trembling legs. Mark hooked his fingers into the waistband of her plain cotton panties, pulling them down to her ankles in one rough motion.
Rachel stepped close, her scent of sweat and other bodies enveloping Leia, and began undoing the small buttons of her blouse with calm precision. Vanessa, her own body still gleaming and used, moved behind Leia with a newfound, shaky confidence and unclasped her bra, the straps falling loose. Leia stood petrified in the center of the room, now naked, her skin pebbling in the cold, conditioned air, her arms instinctually crossing over her small breasts.
Rachel placed a damp, possessive hand on Leia’s cheek, her thumb stroking over the girl’s lip. “Congratulations, Leia,” Rachel said, her voice honeyed and absolute. “Consider this your orientation. You’re the newest inductee into the company’s team-building initiative.”
You’re the newest inductee into the company’s team-building initiative.” Mark didn’t wait for a response, his hands already gripping her hips to spin her around, bending her forward over the same desk where Vanessa had just been broken in. The cold laminate shocked her skin. He spat onto his palm, slicking his cock with a brutal stroke before pressing the thick head against her clenched, untouched asshole. “This might sting,” he grunted, and then he shoved, his hips driving forward with all his weight to bury himself in her tight, resisting channel in one relentless thrust.
Leia screamed, a raw, tearing sound muffled by the desk, her body bowing against the invasion. “Fuck, that’s a tight little ass,” Mark groaned, already pulling back and slamming into her again, establishing a harsh, machine-like rhythm that rocked her entire body forward with each impact.
Becca moved in with a predator’s grace, kneeling on the floor between Leia’s splayed, trembling legs. She blew a cool stream of air over Leia’s dripping pussy, then dove in, her tongue laying a flat, demanding stripe from her quivering asshole up through her soaked slit. “Tastes like fear and paperwork,” Becca mumbled into her flesh, before sealing her mouth over Leia’s clit and sucking hard.
Vanessa, her own face still streaked, positioned herself beside Becca. “It’s easier if you stop fighting,” she whispered to Leia, her fingers finding Leia’s swollen clit alongside Becca’s mouth, rubbing tight, slippery circles that created a confusing counter-rhythm to the brutal fucking her ass was taking.
Rachel cradled Leia’s sweat-slick face in both hands, forcing their lips together in a deep, invasive kiss. “Shhh, just embrace it, sweetheart,” Rachel breathed into her mouth between kisses, her tongue tangoing with Leia’s. “Let the pleasure in. Feel how full you are.”
Leia’s screams dissolved into frantic, hyperventilating moans against Rachel’s mouth. Her body, traitorously, began to adapt, the searing stretch in her ass blurring into a feverish, intolerable fullness. Becca’s tongue fucked into her pussy in time with Mark’s thrusts, and Vanessa’s fingers never let up on her clit, creating a sensory overload that short-circuited her panic.
A broken, guttural sob escaped her. “I… I can’t…”
“You can,” Rachel insisted, sucking on her lower lip. “You’re gonna cum while getting your asshole ruined. It’s the best kind of welcome.”
Leia’s body went rigid, a final, futile clench against the violation, before a dam broke somewhere deep within her pelvis. A low, shuddering groan was torn from her throat as her cunt, utterly beyond her control, began to pulse and spasm around Becca’s probing tongue. “That’s it, you fucking slut, your body knows what it wants,” Rachel hissed, her lips brushing Leia’s ear as the girl’s hips began to stutter and buck.
Her orgasm was a brutal, unconvincing surrender, a wave of intense sensation that washed through her with a violence that felt like punishment. She came with a ragged, sobbing cry, her ass clamping down viciously on Mark’s driving cock as her juices flooded Becca’s waiting mouth. “Take it, take every drop,” Mark grunted, his own rhythm becoming erratic and desperate, his balls tightening against her.
He slammed home one final time, burying himself to the hilt as a hot, claiming pulse began deep within him. Leia felt the sudden, alien warmth flooding her stuffed ass, a thick, liquid fullness that seemed to have no end as he emptied himself inside her. “Oh fuck, yeah, filling that tight ass up,” he groaned, his body shuddering against her back with each spurt.
Leia moaned loudly, a continuous, broken sound muffled by the desk, her body simultaneously revolted and electrified by the internal violation. “Listen to that,” Rachel crooned, her voice a mix of pride and dark delight. “That’s the sound of a good girl accepting her new role. Feel how full you are? That’s yours now.”
This was the biggest escalation the group had pulled so far. No foreplay, no necessity, no convincing. They were emboldened enough now to simply take what was in front of them. There was only one more step - one more test to see how far they could push before the office forever became their playground of depravity.