Office Lesbian Duo Invites Male Coworker for a Wild Night

The downtown office had gone quiet the way it only did on Friday nights after the last elevator chime faded. Fluorescent panels hummed over empty desks, and the city glittered through the glass twenty floors up. Carmen, twenty-eight, stacked a last folder and glanced across the bullpen at Felix. He was thirty-two, still at his desk in a loosened tie, the same steady calm that had drawn both of their eyes for months. Simone, also twenty-eight, Carmen’s girlfriend of three years, came up behind her and slid a hand along her waist.

“He’s still here,” Simone murmured.

“Then we ask him now,” Carmen said.

They crossed the carpet together. Felix looked up, surprise flickering into something warmer when he saw the two of them side by side, lipstick still perfect, blouses unbuttoned one notch lower than company policy liked.

“Felix,” Carmen said, voice low and clear. “Everyone else is gone. Simone and I have been watching you. We want you to come back to our apartment. Not for drinks. For a full night. The three of us. Uninhibited. We want your cock, and we want each other, and we want you to fuck us until none of us can walk straight tomorrow.”

Simone’s fingers brushed his sleeve. “We’re a couple. We like women. Tonight we want you too. Say yes and we’ll show you exactly how.”

Heat climbed Felix’s throat. Their invitation sat in the air, bold and unmistakable, no joke in either woman’s eyes. His pulse kicked hard. He shut his laptop.

“Yes,” he said. “I want that.”

Carmen’s smile went sharp. “Then stand up. We’re leaving.”

The cab smelled of rain and vinyl. Carmen took the middle, Simone on one side, Felix on the other, the partition already up. Streetlights strobed across their faces as the car pulled into traffic. Simone turned Carmen’s chin and kissed her, slow at first, then open-mouthed, tongues sliding, a soft wet sound that filled the back seat. Carmen moaned into it and reached across, palm flattening on Felix’s thigh, high enough that her pinky grazed the ridge already thickening under his pants.

“We’ve talked about this,” Simone whispered against Carmen’s mouth, eyes on him. “About how thick you look in those slacks. About spreading for you.”

Carmen broke the kiss just long enough to speak, breath hot. “I want you in my mouth first. Then I want you behind me while I eat her. Deep. Don’t be gentle unless we ask.”

Simone’s hand joined Carmen’s, both of them stroking the hard line of his cock through the fabric, thumbs rubbing the head until a damp spot darkened the cloth. Felix’s hips jerked. He watched them kiss again, Simone’s tongue fucking Carmen’s mouth while their fingers worked him in tandem, squeezing, teasing the zipper without opening it yet.

“Tell him,” Carmen gasped.

Simone leaned across Carmen’s lap, lips near his ear. “I want to ride you facing away so Carmen can sit on your face. I want your tongue in her cunt while your cock stretches me. Then I want us stacked so you can fuck us one after the other, pussy to pussy, until we come on you.”

Carmen bit Simone’s lower lip and palmed Felix harder. “Feel that? He’s already leaking. Good. We want you aching before we even get upstairs.”

Felix’s hand found Carmen’s knee, then Simone’s, both women opening their thighs in the dark so he could feel bare skin above their stockings. Carmen was wet through her panties; Simone pushed his fingers under the lace and held them there, grinding once, shameless. The cab turned a corner. Horns blurred outside. Inside, the three of them breathed in the same hungry rhythm, kissing, stroking, whispering filth until the driver slowed in front of a brick walk-up and the meter clicked.

“We’re here,” Simone said, voice wrecked. “Don’t soften. We want you hard the second the door shuts.”

They paid and climbed the stairs fast, Carmen’s hand in Felix’s, Simone unlocking the apartment with shaking fingers. The lock snapped. The door swung. Heat and the faint scent of their perfume hit him, and then they were inside, coats hitting the floor, the night they had asked for finally beginning.

Shoes kicked off. Blouses tore open. Felix’s tie went slack in Carmen’s fist as Simone yanked his belt free and shoved his pants down his thighs. His cock sprang out, thick, flushed, already wet at the tip. Both women dropped to their knees on the rug before he could step out of his boxers, shoulders bare, breasts swaying, eyes locked on him.

“Look at it,” Carmen breathed, wrapping her hand around the base. “Simone. Share.”

Simone’s tongue hit the underside first, a long wet stripe from balls to crown. Carmen swallowed the head, cheeks hollowing, spit shining as she bobbed. They traded without speaking, mouths sliding over each other, lips meeting around his shaft, tongues flicking the slit in turns. Carmen sucked him deep until her throat fluttered; Simone licked what Carmen couldn’t take, then shoved two fingers into Carmen’s cunt from behind, curling hard. Carmen moaned around Felix’s cock and pushed her own fingers into Simone, knuckles wet, both of them fingering each other while they competed for every inch of him.

“Fuck, your mouths,” Felix groaned, hands in their hair, not forcing, just holding on as they sloppy-sucked him, spit stringing from chin to cock to the other woman’s lips.

Simone pulled off with a pop. “Bed. Now. I need her tongue and your cock.”

They stumbled down the short hall, stripping the rest—panties peeled aside, his shirt gone, their bras unhooked and flung. The bed was wide, sheets cool for one second before bodies hit it. Carmen got on all fours, ass up, and Simone lay back beneath her face, thighs spread. Felix knelt behind Carmen, gripped her hips, and sank in. She was soaked, gripping him in a hot clutch that made his vision blur. He fucked her in long strokes while she buried her mouth in Simone’s pussy, licking broad and hungry, nose pressed to Simone’s clit.

“Yes—eat me—fuck her harder,” Simone panted, fingers in Carmen’s hair, hips rolling up into that tongue.

Felix drove deeper, balls slapping Carmen’s clit, watching her ass ripple with every thrust. Carmen came first, muffled against Simone’s cunt, walls clamping so tight he had to grit his teeth and hold still while she shook and kept licking. Simone followed seconds later, thighs clamping Carmen’s head, a sharp cry tearing out of her as she soaked Carmen’s mouth.

“Switch,” Felix said, voice rough. “I want Simone on my cock. Carmen, get up here.”

He lay back. Simone swung a leg over and sank onto him reverse, facing his feet, taking him to the root with a broken moan. Her ass flexed as she rode, wet sounds filling the room, his cock glistening each time she lifted. Carmen climbed over his chest and settled her cunt on his mouth, facing Simone, knees planted by his ears.

“Lick me,” Carmen ordered, already grinding. “Don’t stop until I come on your tongue.”

Felix obeyed, tongue flat and relentless, sucking her clit, tasting how wet fucking her had left her. Simone bounced harder, reaching back to spread herself so he could feel every inch, one hand sliding down to rub Carmen’s clit alongside his mouth. The two women leaned in and kissed over him, messy, moaning into each other while he was buried in one and devouring the other. Carmen came again with a shudder, flooding his lips. Simone clenched around his cock and kept riding through it, chasing her own edge and not quite tipping.

“Stack us,” Simone gasped. “Fuck us both. I want to feel you switch.”

They moved fast. Simone lay on her back, legs wide. Carmen climbed on top of her, chest to chest, cunts aligned, both dripping, both open. Felix knelt between their spread thighs and pushed into Simone first, deep, the angle letting him watch Carmen’s ass and the way their bodies pressed together. He fucked Simone in hard strokes until she was whimpering, then pulled out, slick and shining, and sank into Carmen instead. Carmen cried out and ground down on Simone, their clits rubbing while he pistoned into her. He alternated, three thrusts in one, three in the other, never letting either of them cool, cock sliding from one soaked cunt to the next, their mixed wetness coating him, the slap of skin loud and filthy.

“Deeper—don’t pick—use both of us,” Carmen begged.

“Fill us, fuck, I can feel you in her when you switch,” Simone moaned, nails in Carmen’s back.

He gave them what they asked for, driving to the hilt in Carmen until her thighs shook, pulling free, burying himself in Simone until she sobbed his name, then back again. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of his spine. Carmen came with a ragged scream, cunt spasming around him, and the clench dragged him over. He slammed into Simone for the last strokes and came hard, pulsing deep inside her while Carmen kept grinding their soaked pussies together, and Simone broke with him, milking every spurt, all three of them shaking through it until the bed creaked and the only sounds were wet thrusts and broken moans.

They didn’t soften. Carmen rolled off, grabbed his still-hard cock, and shoved it back into her own cunt, fucking herself on the mess he’d left in Simone, chasing another peak with filthy little gasps.

“Again,” she snarled, eyes bright. “Pump what’s left into me. I want both our cunts full of your come before we even think about stopping.”

Felix gripped her hips and thrust up into that greedy heat, Simone’s fingers already sliding down to rub Carmen’s clit and her own, the night nowhere near finished, their bodies still open and demanding every filthy inch he had left.