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Sexual Work Environment

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‘What the hell, Sarah? Why do you just come walking into the office making out with your wife, Becky? You know I work here, right?’ I thought, shooting them a dirty look.

Neither of them even acknowledged me and went into Sarah’s office a minute later. I sighed and tried to get my work done.

“I swear every time I see them just going at it like that, they infect me, so I can’t get shit done, but that floozy whines to me that I’m running behind. WTF, really? Is it a joke, or just a ploy to get me to freak out so she can fire me? I mean, tell me, so at least the mystery will go away.”

They gave me a few distraction-free minutes, but then they came back out there. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to keep my eyes off them, but of course, it was like trying to ignore a knife lodged in my gut. A minute later, Becky came to my desk and moved some stuff on my desk.

Then I watched her sit on it, facing away from me. “Hey, Sarah, Becky, what the hell? You’re sitting on my desk. Do you not realize that you’re not in your wife’s office now?”

“Hey, that’s my wife,” Sarah bitched, coming towards me. “You can’t talk to her like that.”

“Hey, Sarah, I may not have my own office here, but this is still my desk, though. Did you two get tired of making out and fucking in your office? This is my desk. Can’t you two at least respect my stuff? I fully realize this is your office, Sarah, but shit, come on, how much bullshit am I supposed to deal with here?” I griped, pushing my stuff back. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with this sexual work environment, and I’ve been more than patient with you, but I’m calling bullshit now.”

“Wait, don’t you like girls, though, Jill?” she pondered, coming toward me.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I want to see you two making out all the time. Should I just consider myself lucky that you two don’t have sex out here? I swear if you lie and say you don’t have sex in your office, I’m gonna scream.”

“So, fucking what if I make out with my wife out here? As you said, this is my office, and I have the right to make out with her anywhere I damn well please,” Sarah made clear, setting her hands on my desk. “You didn’t pay for this desk; I did. You’re not the best worker, you know, so it’s not like you have a good work ethic to fall back on either, so I’d tread carefully with it if I were you. I think having to see us make out is a small price to pay for the money you make and the shitty job you do.”

“Well, Sarah, I might be able to work better if you didn’t make out all the time and moan at the top of your lungs too in there. I get it; Becky here knows what she’s doing down there; congrats, you hooked a whale instead of a fish, but that shouldn’t mean I have to pay the price, though. I should be able to work in a traditional work environment where I don’t have to see you two going at it and hearing it just outside that office right there either. Is that too much to ask, whether I’m the perfect office worker or not?” I groaned, before standing.

I looked at both of them, but didn’t work a word from either of them.

“What, am I just freaking out over nothing here? Is that how you see me? By the way, Sarah, your wife here had walked through here in just her bra and thong several times. I’ve never whined about that either, so really, do you think I’m just whiny?”

“I guess so, so I must say, either deal with the bullshit as you call it, or find another job. If I have to choose between being affectionate with Becky in the office or having you, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which will win. I can hire a hundred different people that would like to have your job.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and tried not to scream.

“Fuck it, I’m leaving,” I groaned, getting up and grabbing my stuff.

“So, you’re quitting? It’s not time to leave for another two hours.”

“If you want to call it quitting, fine, but I need an early day, Sarah. I’ll be back tomorrow, and if you want to fire me for taking off early, fine, do it; obviously, no one is gonna stop you. So, goodbye, Sarah. I won’t be here, so feel free to fuck on my desk,” I invited them, before I just left.

I didn’t know what to think, but I just had to get out of there. They drove me nuts and had me acting out too. I just went home, relaxed in the bathtub, and did my best for them not to plague my mind. Of course, it was still an uphill battle, but I managed to pull it off.

Anyway, I came back to work and strolled down the hallway. “Fuck, I’m so dreading today. What the hell else could I do? They weren’t listening to reason, and I couldn’t take it for another second. It was like they were rubbing it in my face. Sarah might be attractive and have a pretty wife to showboat, but not here, not to me. I don’t give a crap if I like girls or not, I’m not into seeing them make out like horny schoolgirls.”

Even though I knew I was right in my own way, I surely knew Sarah saw it her way, that I was just supposed to deal with it, Konya Escort as she said. Nevertheless, I still put my best foot forward as I got close to her office.

I halted a few feet in front of the door. “What the fuck, do I hear moaning?”

“Oh, yes, Becky, just like that, fuck that pussy,” I heard Sarah moan.

“No fucking way, that’s too loud for them to be in her office, no, you’re in my little section. It’s not even an office, and even after what I said to you yesterday,” I groaned, before going to the door.

I opened it and immediately got sight of them. “What the hell, Sarah!” I yelped, dropping my bag. “You’re having sex on my desk, are you serious?” I questioned, coming towards them.

They both looked at me for a few seconds with the same skeptical looks I saw yesterday.

“What, you two are just going to stare at me now? Sarah, I come in here to find Becky going down on you while you’re on my desk getting your juice all over it and the papers on there too? As if this isn’t bullshit enough, are you going to bitch to me that the Davidson papers are soiled? Is it somehow still going to be my fault because nothing is ever your fault? I make appointments for you, but you’re too busy with your wife here to pay attention, so you take it out on me. That was something I was too pissed off to even get into yesterday. By the way, am I fired?”

Yet, even after that speech, I didn’t get them to stop. Becky just resumed going down on Sarah like she was gonna die if she didn’t.

“Come on; this is bullshit. I can’t work in this sexual work environment. Do I have to quit just to send you the message? I love girls and think you’re both good-looking ladies, but this isn’t okay. All the shit you two pulled before was on the line at best, but this is clearly over the line. This isn’t being a good boss, Sarah. You’re both completely naked and fucking on my desk; how is that okay?”

Again, they didn’t speak, but I caught Sarah’s attention. She stared at me, but didn’t say a word. She even scooted over a tad towards me, giving me a better view of her tits.

“You’re trembling now, Jill; why is that?”

“Probably because you’re showing off your body, and your wife is still going strong on your twat down there. You know I like girls, but if I bitch about something because I hate seeing it, you think I just need it shoved down my throat here? Making me hear through that door isn’t enough; I have to see it right on my desk now? Is that what you’re saying, Sarah?”

“No, more along the lines of, ‘Why don’t you join us? So, then, it’ll be a good work environment, and you’ll feel much better once your part of the sexual things’, you know what I mean. You need to get laid too, Jill, and then you’ll feel so much better. When was the last time you got your pussy eaten, had some chick pound you with a strap on, or gotten finger fucked? There’s a reason you’re eyeballing us, even though you’re repulsed,” she added, bringing her hands to my blouse. “You want to get involved, you’re just too stubborn to admit it; tell me I’m wrong, Jill,” she implored me, undoing my top button.

“You are, Sarah,” I protested, backing away. “I’m not getting involved with you two.”

“Why not?” Becky pondered, rising with me. “It’s not like you have a girlfriend.”

She allowed me to get a good view of her figure too.

“Don’t worry, she won’t get jealous, Jill, you may eyefuck the shit out of my body,” she offered, before closing the gap.

“What are you doing, Becky?” I objected, backing away.

“Well, you got to see us; we should get to see you too,” she replied, coming towards me.

“Yes, but I didn’t want to see you two, though. I came into the small space that’s supposed to be my space and found you two fucking on my desk. It’s not a fair trade; I don’t want to get involved with you two, even if I am single and you’re both intoxicating,” I groaned, before landing on Becky’s breasts.

I glared at them for a few seconds in silence.

“I think we’re winning her over, Becky,” Sarah added, coming up behind her and wrapping her arms around her as well. “There’s no need to be ashamed, Jill, just give in to temptation. It’s just a human condition that everyone suffers from, but it’s just a matter of the circumstances, that’s all. Maybe this will help you if our naked bodies aren’t deciding for you; if you don’t let my smoking hot wife undress you now, you’re fired.”

“What, you can’t fire me for that. That’s against the law, not to mention just shitty too. That’s not being a good boss.”

“Well, there’s the door, Jill,” Sarah added, turning Becky around and having her go back to her knees. “Whether you stay or not, we’re putting this desk to good use,” she made clear, before Becky went to town on her again. “Feel free to watch; we all know you want to, so let a hand into that skirt too. Get yourself off to us, and let yourself have something good out of this. I won’t fire you for being horny, I’m a bitch, but not a Konya Escort Bayan mean bitch.”

“She’s right, Jill,” Becky added, taking a break.

“Sit next to the boss and get a good view.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and maintained my position for a moment. Needless to say, Becky didn’t stop, and Sarah even felt it necessary to lie back because of the pleasure too. Even though she lied on the short side, so her head and some of her back hanged off, she still did it.

I had to see Becky working her magic again. ‘Well, shit, I don’t think it’s even physically possible to do that better. She’s using that tongue and those fingers perfectly too. It’s no wonder that Sarah moans like that every time, but still, this is unacceptable. Crap, though, I feel my juicer flowing down my legs, and I’m vibrating. You clever wench, you knew I hated it hearing the moaning and seeing you two make out, so you show what I can’t see. Damn, you do have a sexy bush to showboat too, floozy, as does your wife,’ I thought, scanning them constantly.

Even though the sight in front of me was hot as heck, I still couldn’t walk forward.

After a few minutes, Becky calmly rose with me. “Come on,” she implored me, gently taking my hands in hers. “What’s the point of living if you don’t do a few things you’re not supposed to do. Spend your allowance on junk food instead of saving it, watch porn before you’re eighteen, or maybe just fucking someone that you’re not supposed to, Jill. It’s not like anyone is underage or forcing someone to fuck,” she explained, before bringing her hands to my blouse again.

She undid it without permission, but I didn’t oppose that. I just let it happen, and Sarah couldn’t resist, but to come up behind me. I felt her hands on my skirt, and she tugged it a tad first. Then she undid it, and it fell off me as Becky had my blouse off me too.

“Oh, a sexy dark green bra and thong set, Jill?” Sarah pondered, pulling on the straps of both. “I can’t say I’m complaining,” she said, pushing herself on my back. “Now, you have three choices, kiss Becky, feel her, preferably her tits, or leave. Don’t be afraid to combine two choices too.”

I had to eyefuck Becky’s body, and she was just as pushy as her wife because she took my hands and placed them on her moneymakers.

“Oh, you like them, don’t you, Jill?” Sarah gloated, pushing herself even harder.

“You already fucking I’d like them, Sarah, shit!” I griped, stomping my feet. “Congrats again, you can connect dots as well as pick your ladies. The point is, I don’t want our dots to be connected, but you decided to put yourselves right out here on my desk. The only way you could one-up yourselves there is showing up at my apartment and have me walk in on you two screwing.”

“Yes, but this was simpler, now give my wife a kiss.”

I looked into Becky’s eyes and bit down on my bottom lip hard as she grabbed my arms. They both knew temptation all by itself wasn’t enough, so they shoved it down my throat, so to speak. My hands stayed on Becky’s knockers, but she didn’t move her lips to mine this time.

She waited for me, but I forced her to wait over a minute. Even though I still objected to them and their method of getting me to play lesbian ball. Even if they were hot as hell and making it next to impossible for me to resist, I still couldn’t be distraught with them.

Then I calmly pushed my lips onto Becky’s. ‘Just as I was afraid of, I love it. I already feel intimacy coming out the wazoo, and I know they’re going to be gloating about it too. Shit, this isn’t fair at all.’

After a moment, Becky parted her lips from mine. “You see, you’re gonna like having a sexual work environment when you’re involved in the sex, Jill. Feel free to get a girlfriend and bring her by here. You may either out on your desk all you want too; I don’t think the boss will bitch about it.”

“No, but I still make the decisions around here, though, Becky.”

“Shut the fuck up, and kiss her now,” Becky ordered her, turning me around too. “And feel your boss’s jugs too, Jill,” she told me, putting them on her rack. “They won’t bite.”

“It’s alright, Jill,” Sarah assured me, enveloping her arms around me. “People love to hate the things they shouldn’t love, but do,” she reminded me, before kissing me. “Just like kissing your hussy boss, right?”

“Yes, Sarah,” I groaned, before kissing her again.

I hated them both with a passion, but of course, for gloating. Sarah said all the words except ‘I was, and you were wrong.’, but that only made it worse because she even added, demonstrating that she was right to the mix too.

Our boobs went against each other, but hers were bigger and made it easier to push me back. Although I went back on Becky’s breasts, she helped herself feel the sides of mine anyway with my bra still on. Even though I still hated them, they found my weak spot and pounced on it.

“Oh, she’s spouting off juice now, babe; we have her on the Escort Konya hook.”

“Shut the fuck up!” I roared, pushing them both away. “Quit your damn rejoicing already. You didn’t discover the cure for cancer; you shoved yourselves down my throat, so quit patting yourselves on the back and undo my bra already, Becky. I know you’re dying to, so do it. You got me to say ‘Fuck it.’ and give in, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it won’t happen again, Jill, if you come into my office with us,” Sarah offered, putting her to mine.

I took a deep breath and took it. Then we all went in there. Becky shut the door.

Sarah went to her couch and took off the cushions. “That has a pull-out bed?”

“Yes, the sex is so much better on a bed than on a desk, Jill,” she answered, pulling it out.

“It’s true,” Becky agreed, undoing my bra.

Sarah took it off me as Becky slid down my thong too. As I was naked with them, they invited me to the bed, and we lay down with me in the middle as our backs were on the end. My arms stayed at my sides, but they both felt me high and low for a few minutes.

I shook, but not because they made me feel good. I felt awkward, to say the least, and on edge, but I was betting on this being the best in the end.

After a few minutes, Becky stopped on my tit and squeezed it a bit as Sarah brought my face up and kissed me. “You don’t need to be so reluctant and nervous, I’m just your skank boss, and that’s my wife. We won’t bite unless you want us to, that is,” she whispered, before taking my hand and moving it to her cherry. “That’s a married pussy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it. Welcome to a real sexual work environment,” she welcomed me, before kissing me again. “Oh, I see my wife heading down to your snatch now, you better buckle, well, you’ve seen me try to deal with the pleasure.”

From one second to the next, I suddenly felt Becky’s tongue come out and lick me down there. I jolted a bit and already loved the pleasure just as they were pocketing their gloats. Sarah placed her hand on mine as it remained on her twat too.

So, I had two sources of pleasure all of a sudden. If that wasn’t enough, she even squeezed herself behind me a bit, but kept her crotch in the open. So, I felt her melons pressing on my back as well, so there was no stopping them.

“Fuck, Becky, you’re like a damn artist.”

“Who is mad at who now? You could’ve felt that thrill earlier, but you wanted to fight us.”

“Shut the hell up, Sarah,” I whined, slanting my head back and closing my eyes.

I couldn’t formulate words by then, I just had to deal with it all, and they drove the fun to hell and back. I couldn’t move my fingers on Sarah’s vagina too much either, but I still felt her juice plummeting out frequently.

I lied down as flat as I could on her, and she reached over to my melons and grasped them both quite hard. So, they both had all the bases covered and got me good. I couldn’t fight the gratification at all because their hate transformed into lust too, but of course, they knew that.

I felt Becky’s tongue already flinging around like a pinball; she didn’t warm up at all and just fucked me like a lesbian pro. I couldn’t make myself feel her head; she took control of me when her tongue came onto my cherry.

I vibrated nonstop and pushed myself on Sarah as well. That only made her squeeze my tits even harder, so I knew they weren’t just turned on, but mentally dancing that they won. They managed not to speak of that for the time being, but I knew Sarah, and it would come out again.

For that moment, she watched Becky perform perfect oral sex on me for a change. I couldn’t see her do it, but I felt it, and just as I feared, I couldn’t have loved it more if I tried. I even shed a few tears within the first three minutes.

I was positive that Sarah saw it, but she declined to comment. After a few nonstop minutes, I felt Becky take a small break, and she climbed up to Sarah. I arched my head to see them kiss, but then she went right back down.

“You two are in love.”

“You couldn’t say that,” Sarah added, getting out from underneath me.

She came back to my tits and opened her mouth. I suddenly felt her licking my nipple and her wife fucking me senseless with her tongue as well. I found myself in hell, but a hot and sexy one, to say the least. Even though it was cool in there, I was sweating my ass off indeed.

“Oh, fuck yes, you two suck, but shit,” I groaned, plopping hands on each of their heads.

I just lied back and took in all the pleasure I could. Just as Becky was wonderful at eating me out, Sarah showed she excelled at licking and sucking on nipples. I couldn’t see to verify, but I knew I covered her face with my juice completely.

In addition to her tongue moving around so much, she also jerked her face back and forth. So, I was practically a novice just getting the work done by a lesbo legend, it seemed. I couldn’t put into words how great I felt; I just got fucked so well that nothing else mattered.

I couldn’t even think about being so pissed off before; I only cared that they both made me feel beyond excellent, but like invincible. Sarah surely paid attention to both of my boobs and licked both of them nonstop for me.

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