Coworkers' After-Hours Office Orgy

The marketing firm on the twenty-third floor was dead quiet, the city lights glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Deadline had been a bloodbath, but the campaign was finally out the door. Only three people remained: Derek, Lena, and Marcus.

Derek sprawled in a swivel chair with his tie loose, the cocky 28-year-old account manager nursing the last of his energy drink. Lena leaned against her desk in a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her round ass and a white blouse stretched across full tits, the top three buttons already sacrificed to the long day. Marcus, the 32-year-old senior copywriter, stood by the window with his arms crossed, sleeves rolled up over thick forearms, watching both of them with that quiet, heavy stare he usually kept locked behind professionalism.

A bottle of expensive whiskey appeared like magic—Derek’s victory gift. Plastic cups from the break room were pressed into service. The first round went down fast. The second slower. By the third, the air had changed.

Lena’s cheeks were flushed. She kicked off her heels and hopped up to sit on the edge of her own desk, legs crossed, the hem of her skirt riding high enough to show the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months,” she said, voice low and a little hoarse from the whiskey. “Both of you. Right here. Fucking me on this desk until I can’t walk.”

Derek’s cup stopped halfway to his mouth. His cock thickened visibly against the front of his charcoal slacks. Marcus’s jaw flexed once, the only sign he’d heard her.

“No more pretending then,” Marcus said, voice rough. He set his cup down and crossed the space between them in three strides. “Take your blouse off, Lena.”

She didn’t hesitate. Buttons flew. The white fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing a sheer black lace bra that barely contained her heavy breasts, nipples already stiff and dark against the mesh. Derek stood up, breathing harder, and yanked his belt open.

Lena slid off the desk, dropped to her knees between them, and looked up with glassy, hungry eyes. “I want both cocks. Now.”

She reached for them at the same time. Derek’s dick sprang out first—thick, veiny, already leaking at the tip. Marcus’s followed, longer, heavier, the head fat and flushed. Lena wrapped a hand around each, stroking slowly, feeling them throb in her palms. She leaned in and dragged her tongue across Derek’s slit, then turned and sucked Marcus’s cockhead between her lips with a wet pop, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck,” Derek groaned, threading his fingers into her dark hair.

She alternated, sucking one while jerking the other, spit dripping down her chin and onto her tits. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the empty office. Both men were rock-hard, veins standing out, balls tight.

Marcus finally pulled her up by the hair. “Bend over your desk. Ass up.”

Lena shoved her skirt to her waist, revealing a black thong already soaked through. She bent forward, elbows on the cluttered surface, and pushed her ass toward them. Derek moved first, ripping the thong down her thighs. He lined up and drove into her pussy in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the balls in tight, dripping heat.

“Jesus Christ, she’s soaked,” he growled, gripping her hips and starting to pound her.

Lena’s moan was cut off when Marcus grabbed her jaw and fed his cock into her mouth. She took him deep, gagging as Derek’s thrusts pushed her forward onto Marcus’s shaft. The two men found a rhythm, spit-roasting her between them, the slap of Derek’s hips against her ass echoing through the open floor.

“Harder,” she gasped around Marcus’s cock. “Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to for months.”

They gave it to her. Derek slammed into her cunt with short, vicious strokes, his balls smacking her clit. Marcus held her head steady and fucked her throat until her eyes watered and mascara ran down her cheeks. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, the first orgasm ripping through her so hard her legs shook.

They switched without a word. Marcus took her pussy next, sliding in with a groan at how wet and open she already was. He fucked her in standing doggy, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red while she frantically jerked Derek’s slick cock with both hands. Derek was panting, staring down at her bouncing tits and the way her face contorted every time Marcus bottomed out.

“Conference table,” Marcus ordered, voice gravel.

They half-carried her there. Lena’s skirt was long gone, blouse open, bra shoved down so her tits swung free. Marcus sat on the long glass table and pulled her on top, facing away from him. She sank down onto his cock reverse cowgirl, taking every inch into her stretched pussy with a filthy moan. Derek stepped between her spread thighs, spat on his hand, and rubbed it over her tight little asshole.

“You want both holes, don’t you?” he asked.

“Put it in my ass,” she hissed. “I want to feel you both fucking me at the same time.”

Derek pushed the fat head of his cock against her pucker and drove forward. Lena’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as he forced his way inside her ass, the tight ring stretching obscenely around him. Inch by inch he sank in until both men were buried to the hilt—Marcus in her cunt, Derek in her ass. The double penetration made her look obscene, tits bouncing, face flushed and wrecked.

They started moving.

At first it was slow, letting her adjust to the brutal fullness. Then the pace turned savage. Derek and Marcus fucked her in alternating thrusts, one cock slamming in while the other pulled back, turning her into a moaning, drooling mess. The glass table creaked under them. Lena’s hands scrabbled for purchase, her voice breaking into raw, desperate cries every time they bottomed out together.

“Fuck—yes—use me—fill every fucking hole—”

They rotated her like a toy. Marcus flipped her onto her back and railed her pussy while Derek straddled her face and fucked her throat. Then Derek took her ass again on the table, pounding her until she came so hard she squirted around Marcus’s cock when he switched back into her cunt. They used her relentlessly, sweat-slick, grunting, calling her their office whore, their cumslut, their eager little fucktoy.

Finally they had her back on her knees on the carpet, surrounded by the mess of discarded clothes and empty cups. Lena’s face was flushed and shiny with spit. Cum already leaked from her used pussy and dripped down her thighs. Her makeup was destroyed.

Derek grabbed her hair. “Open.”

She did. He shoved his cock down her throat and unloaded with a guttural groan, pumping thick ropes straight into her stomach. Marcus stroked himself fast, aimed at her open, drooling mouth, and erupted too, painting her tongue and the back of her throat until she was coughing and swallowing desperately.

When they finally pulled out, Lena stayed on her knees, naked, covered in sweat and spit and cum, pussy gaping and leaking, lips swollen. She looked up at both men with a filthy, satisfied grin.

Marcus grabbed the whiskey bottle, took a long pull, then passed it to Derek. Lena reached up with a shaky hand and snatched it next, swallowing a burning mouthful. Cum bubbled at the corner of her lips and dripped onto her tits as she laughed, hoarse and raw.

“Next Friday we’re locking the fucking door at five,” she said, voice wrecked. “And I want both of you to cum in my cunt this time so I can feel it running out of me all weekend.”