The staff has been enlightened and now the party can start. Who plays with who?
Mr. Steel watched as the two bimbo whores headed off. The sway of their ass doing special things to him. His Latina secretary, Puta Girl and the platinum blonde intern, Barbie Doll, both hotter than the other. He needed to pause his lust for a moment. Needs to be ready to complete the enlightening of his staff. The spirals on their screens slowing to a pulse.
He could hear them starting their mantra one by one. It was music to his ears. Soon his whole company will be controlled by the Doll House. He knew first hand how it would change their life.
The first to remove the headphone was the whiny bitch Mary. She was always complaining about something. He made his way from Puta Girl’s desk to the main floor. His shoes squeezing on the floor as he approached his employees.
He could hear Mary’s mantra now. “I’m Pig M12H02. I'm a servant of the Doll House. I’m worthless and ready to be used.” Over and over she completed the words. As she did she reached for the package one of the whores put in her desk. She opened it slowly. Like she was still in a dream. She pulled out a set of pig’s ears and nose. Without any hesitation she put them on. The last item was a small pig tail attached to a plug. She dropped to all fours from her chair and pushed the plug into her ass. She grunted in discomfort. Then she started to crawl around on the floor like a pig.
Mr. Steel watched in amazement. He did not think that there was anything but Dolls and Workers. This came as a surprise. He wondered what else would pop up.
The rest of his staff started to remove their headphones. He listened to them all as they chanted their mantra. He walked around through the maze of cubicles. He heard a lot more Doll mantras than anything else. He heard a few Workers. One cow and a pony. There was a man who was made into a dog and the woman next to his was a cat.
He beleived all of the staff completed their training. He took a step onto Mary’s empty chair and then onto her desk. “Listen up everyone. Your training today is complete and now you get to understand the pleasure of being part of the Doll House. Whether you are a Doll, Worker or something else, today you get to enjoy the bliss of the Doll House. So enjoy each other.” With his little speech down he hopped down from the desk.
To his right was Marcus and Chloe. His hands roaming over her body, a fact that now felt charged with a dangerous, electric inevitability.
Marcus, one of the company’s senior partner with silver threading his dark hair and the weary confidence of a man who had built empires, stood before Chloe, his junior analyst. The age gap was stark—he could have been her father—but in this suspended moment, it was irrelevant. It had started with a lingering glance once the training was over. Their eyes met and it was a matter of moments before they were all over each other. The whispering took hold, through their veins, overriding every rule of decorum and hierarchy.
His hands, usually steady and precise, now fumbled with the buttons of his tailored shirt. The fabric parted, revealing the solid, weathered plane of his chest. Chloe watched, her breath shallow, her own professional blazer already discarded on a chair. As he shed his shirt, then his belt, the office filled with others rustling of fabric being
discarded, but they only had eyes for themselves.
He stepped closer, and their mouths met. The kiss was not gentle; it was a collision, a desperate translation of all the unspoken tension that had simmered for months. His lips were firm, experienced, while hers were eager and soft. Their tongues danced—a slow, then frantic exploration that tasted of coffee, late-night exhaustion, and pure, undiluted want.
Chloe’s hands, which had spent the day typing swift commands into spreadsheets, now slid down his torso. They found him, hard and ready, and wrapped around him with a mix of reverence and boldness. Her touch was both a question and an answer. He groaned into her mouth, a sound that was raw and utterly human, breaking the last illusion of their corporate personas.
Around them, the office buzzed with excitement. But they were no longer in that world. They were in the primal one the programming had unlocked, where age was just a number, titles were forgotten, and the only truth was the heat of skin and the pounding of two hearts in the empty, echoing space.
Mr. Steel, his hands clasped behind his back, moved with the quiet satisfaction of a man surveying his kingdom. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips as he navigated the maze of cubicles. The usual click-clack of keyboards was absent, replaced by a strange, expectant moans and grunts.
He turned a corner and paused.
There, in the open space by the defunct printer, was a young man in his twenties. Ryan? Brian? The name escaped Mr. Steel, unimportant now. The boy was on all fours, completely naked save for a leather dog mask that obscured his face and a thick spiked collar around his neck. His skin was pale under the office lighting.
He was barking, sharp and rhythmic, at a young woman who was on the counter above him. She was equally unclothed, her form delicate. A pair of sleek black cat ears were pinned to her hair, and a matching collar, with a tiny bell, circled her throat. From the base of her spine trailed a long, fluffy orange tail that swayed with a subtle, practiced motion.
Mr. Steel observed, his smile not wavering. This was not chaos. This was order, of a different kind. The "dog" barked again, a demand. The "cat" hissed in response, arching her back, the movement making the tail quiver. It was a performance, a silent, agreed-upon ritual playing out.
Without a word, Mr. Steel gave a slight, approving nod—a director acknowledging his actors—and continued his stroll, leaving them to their private theater. The soft bark and answering hiss faded behind him, just another part of the night's strange harmony.
That is when he found Puta Girl and Barbie Doll. They were in the corner. It looks like they got past their disagreement. Puta Girl's thighs clamped tight around Barbie Doll's head, the platinum blonde bimbo's tongue plunging deep into her dripping pussy. Slurping sounds filled the room as Barbie Doll lapped at her folds, sucking on her swollen clit like a starving whore. Puta Girl's painted nails dug into the blonde's scalp, fingers twisting through the silky platinum strands. She yanked hard, pulling Barbie Doll's face deeper into her snatch, grinding her hips forward to smear her juices all over that pretty mouth.
'Fuck yes, eat that pussy, you dirty little slut,' Puta Girl growled, her voice thick with lust. Her moans started low, building as Barbie Doll's tongue flicked faster, probing her hole, lips sealing around her clit to suck hard. Puta Girl's body tensed, pussy clenching with every wet stroke. The blonde's eager mouth drove her wild, that submissive tongue worshipping her cunt like it was made for it.
Barbie Doll whimpered into her pussy, the vibrations sending shocks through Puta Girl's core. She could feel the bimbo's hot breath panting against her slick skin, nose buried in her trimmed bush. Puta Girl's hips bucked, fucking the blonde's face roughly, her painted fingers yanking those platinum locks harder to control every lick.
Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls—raw, guttural sounds of pure need. 'Deeper, bitch! Tongue-fuck my hole!' Puta Girl demanded, her free hand pinching her own nipple, twisting it until it ached. Barbie Doll obeyed, shoving her tongue inside, swirling it around Puta Girl's tight walls, drinking down the flood of her arousal.
Without warning, Puta Girl ripped Barbie Doll's face from her pussy with a brutal tug on her hair. Strings of spit and pussy juice connected the blonde's lips to her throbbing mound. 'Enough teasing, you greedy cunt,' Puta Girl snarled, shoving the younger woman backward. Barbie Doll hit the floor with a thud, legs splaying open, her own shaved pussy glistening and ready.
Puta Girl pounced, swinging her leg over to scissor their bodies tight. Her strong thigh pressed between Barbie Doll's, locking their wet pussies together. She slammed her hips down, grinding her swollen clit hard against the blonde's slick folds. The friction ignited fire in her core—hot, slippery pressure as their juices mixed, pussies rubbing raw.
'Oh fuck, yes! Grind that sloppy cunt on mine,' Barbie Doll moaned, her hands grabbing Puta Girl's ass, pulling her closer. Their mounds mashed together, clits bumping with every thrust. Puta Girl rocked her hips viciously, scissoring faster, the wet smacks of pussy-on-pussy filling the air.
Puta Girl's breath came in sharp gasps, the rough grind sending jolts through her clit. She could feel Barbie Doll's pussy lips parting around hers, their holes kissing in the heat. 'You love this, don't you? Two whores humping like animals,' Puta Girl taunted, leaning forward to yank Barbie Doll's hair again, arching her neck back.
'Yes, fuck me with your pussy! Harder, make me your bitch!' Barbie Doll cried out, her body writhing under the dominant grind. She bucked up, matching Puta Girl's rhythm, their clits sliding slick and swollen. Sweat slicked their skin, tits bouncing with each brutal thrust.
Puta Girl pressed down heavier, trapping Barbie Doll's thigh between hers, grinding her asshole against the blonde's leg for extra friction. The pressure built, her pussy throbbing, aching for release. 'Feel that? My clit owning your wet hole. Beg for it, slut.'
'Please, grind me raw! I need your pussy juice all over me!' Barbie Doll gasped, nails raking Puta Girl's back. Their bodies slapped together, pussies squelching loudly, clits pulsing in sync. Puta Girl's dominance surged, hips pistoning faster, chasing that edge.
She released the hair only to slap Barbie Doll's tit hard, watching it jiggle. 'Take it, you needy bimbo. We're gonna cum like filthy whores.' The blonde's moans turned to screams, pussy clenching against hers in desperate need. Puta Girl felt her own orgasm coiling tight, the rough scissor fuck pushing her closer.
Barbie Doll's legs trembled, wrapping tighter around Puta Girl's waist to lock them in place. 'Fuck, I'm so close! Rub my clit harder!' Their grinding turned frantic, pussies drenched and swollen, the room reeking of sex and sweat.
Puta Girl growled low, her body on fire from the raw contact. She wanted to make this submissive slut explode first, to feel that pussy spasm against hers. Hips slammed down relentlessly, clit to clit, hole to hole, building the tension higher...
Mr. Steel could interrupt, but those two whores where to deep into their own thing so he move on.
He saw Tina being spitroasted. Robot on his knees sucking a fat cock. One of the men had a riding crop and smacked the pony girl. The whole office has fallen into a cardinal lust and he loved every moment.
Further along, a cluster formed —three women from accounting, skirts bunched at waists, panties aside. One, a black woman named Susan, fingered her asshole while another sucked on Li, an Asian woman’s swollen clit, tongues lapping wetly, moans echoing off the cubicle walls. The third watched Mr. Steel approach, her pussy lips puffy and glistening, fingers circling her entrance. "Sir... join us," she begged, voice breaking as her body trembled.
He felt the group's energy pulling him in, his heart pounding with the intimate rush of shared depravity. This wasn't just fucking; it was the office bond twisting into something primal, everyone exposed and craving. Mr. Steel gripped his bulge through the stained pants, rubbing the sticky mess, the friction making his cock throb. The redhead moved closer to him. She moaned beside him, bolder now, shoving her panties down her thighs. Her pussy was bare, lips slick and parted, fingers diving in deep as she faced the group, exhibitionist fire in her eyes.
"Show them how wet you are," Mr. Steel commanded her, his assertive tone cutting through the haze. She obeyed instantly, spreading her legs wider, two fingers pumping her tight hole while her thumb mashed her clit. Juices squirted lightly with each thrust, the scent of her arousal mixing with the office's growing musk of sweat and sex. Across the floor, more joined—pants dropping, cocks freed and jerked furiously, women grinding against desk edges, pussies grinding for friction.
Mr. Steel unzipped, his thick cock springing out, veined and heavy, the head smeared with fresh precum over the old cum residue. He stroked it slowly, eyes devouring the scene: a junior exec bent over her chair, ass cheeks spread as she fingered both holes; two guys side by side, cocks aimed at each other, precum flying as they edged closer to the group. The spirals work showing now, moans swelling into a chorus, bodies inching toward collision.
The redhead dropped to her knees before him, her flirty gaze upturned, mouth watering. "Let me taste that dirty cock," she pleaded, tongue flicking out. Mr. Steel tangled fingers in her hair, guiding her forward, the emotional pull of her submission hitting him deep amid the public frenzy. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking the cum-stained length, tongue swirling the salty mix of old and new. He groaned, thrusting shallow, the office watching, masturbating harder.
Tension coiled tighter, hands reaching out—someone's fingers brushing against his ass, another cock nudging near her face. Mr. Steel’s pulse raced with the promise of full group release, cocks and pussies converging, but he held back, savoring the edge.
Mr. Steel looked over to see who had the big black cock next to his. The one that the redhead was wrapping her long pale fingers around. It was Reggie but he should be called Bull now.
The redhead’s mouth sucked on the tip of Mr. Steel’s cock. Licking and teasing his large member as her hand jerked off the black cock next to him.
Her mouth moved from her boss. Leaving it wet with her saliva. Her hand started jerking him harder. Her mouth moving over to the black cock. Her glossy red lips wrapped around the black man's thick shaft, stretching to accommodate his girth. Her tongue swirled along the underside as she took him deeper, saliva dripping down his balls. Her hand never stopped working Mr. Steel's cock, stroking firmly from base to tip, thumb rubbing over the slick head.
She pulled off the black cock with a wet pop, gasping for air. Her fingers tightened around Mr. Steel's shaft, pumping faster as she leaned down to lap at his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other, her tongue pressing hard against the sensitive skin.
"Fuck," Mr. Steel grunted, his hips twitching.
She released his balls with a soft kiss and crawled back up, her mouth finding the black man's cock again. She took him down her throat, gagging slightly but pushing through it, her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Her hand on Mr. Steel's cock moved in perfect rhythm with the bobbing of her head.
She pulled back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the black cock. "You like watching me suck his dick while I stroke yours?" she breathed, her voice husky.
Without waiting for an answer, she dove back down on the black man, taking him to the hilt. Her throat convulsed around him as she swallowed, her hand on Mr. Steel's cock squeezing tighter, stroking faster. The wet sounds of her mouth and the slap of her palm filled the room.
“You like how my pretty mouth takes this cock, boss. Just look how his bull cock fills my hole fully,” she said as the stream of saliva dangled loosely. Her mouth slowly lower back to his tip.
“Dirty, dirty girl. Suck that Bull’s cock. Take him deeper like the slut you are.” Mr. Steel moves away from the scene. Only a step, only to come up behind her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Spitroast you between me and the Bull. Use your holes like the greedy slut you are.”
He lifted her off her knees, having her stand to take his dick. She bent over to keep sucking on Bull’s manmeat. Mr. Steel pulled down the redhead’s tights to find her soaking mess of a pussy. He grabbed her hips and lined up the tip of his cock and slid it in.
She whaled in pleasure as he entered her. Loud moans. “Fuck me, fuck my needy pussy.”
Her whimper was muffled by the Bull's cock as Mr. Steel's hips pressed flush against her ass. The stretch of his thick shaft filling her cunt made her fingers curl into the fabric of the Bull's pants. She pulled her mouth off with a gasp, a string of spit still connecting her bottom lip to his glistening tip.
"Yes, fuck," she panted, arching her back to push her hips back against Mr. Steel's thrusts. "Use my pussy. Fuck your slut's hole while I worship his cock."
Mr. Steel's hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled back slow, letting her feel every inch of his dick dragging through her wet folds before slamming back in. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the room. "That's it. Take it. Take me and the Bull both."
She moaned, a broken sound, and dropped her mouth back onto the Bull's shaft. Her tongue flattened along the underside as she took him deep, her throat opening to accept him all the way to the base. She held there, letting her throat convulse around him, before pulling back to breathe. Her hand immediately wrapped around his wet shaft, stroking him as she licked and kissed the tip.
Behind her, Mr. Steel's rhythm quickened. He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her ear. "Look at you. Stuffed full from both ends. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
She nodded frantically, unable to speak with the Bull's cock sliding past her lips again. Her pussy clenched around Mr. Steel's thrusting dick, the sensation of being filled front and back making her dizzy. Her own slickness dripped down her thighs, and she could feel Mr. Steel's balls slapping against her wet skin with every deep stroke.
The Bull's fingers tangled in her red hair, guiding her pace. "Keep going, girl. Take it all." His voice was low, rough with pleasure.
She moaned around him in response, her tongue working the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head. Her hand pumped his shaft in rhythm with her mouth, saliva smearing across her knuckles. Meanwhile Mr. Steel kept fucking her from behind, his grip on her hips turning possessive, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper.
"Such a messy, used-up little slut," Mr. Steel grunted, pulling almost all the way out before ramming back in. "Your pussy's gripping me so tight. You love being filled, don't you?"
She pulled off the Bull's cock with a wet gasp, her voice breathless but eager. Almost coming out as a song. "Yes, boss. Love it. Love being your slut. Love being his mouth-fuck. Please, don't stop—fuck me, fuck me harder."
She didn't wait for an answer. She took the Bull's dick back into her mouth, deep-throating him again, her tongue pressing against the head as she swallowed around him. Her hand moved to cup his balls, gently massaging them while her head bobbed.
Behind her, Mr. Steel's pace became frantic, his breathing ragged. "I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy. Gonna paint your insides white."
She whimpered in approval, her own climax building with every thrust of his cock and every inch of the Bull's shaft sliding down her throat. She was nothing but holes for them, and she fucking loved it.
That is when the two other women by the water cooler came over. “Can we play with those cocks too,” asked the black lady? Her eyes looking at the Bull cock filling up her coworkers mouth
“That cock looks might fine. I’m a sucker for large white meat,” the other one said as she licked her lips.
The cramped water cooler alcove stank of sweat and sex. Mr. Steel bent her over the glossy white cooler, his thick cock ramming into her tight pussy from behind. The redhead braced her palms against the large man in front of her, her long lanky frame shaking with every brutal thrust. He didn't give her a second to breathe—just buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her wet folds.
"Yeah, take it, you fucking whore," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “You think you can handle this,” Mr. Steel asks the pixie-like woman looking at him with greedy eyes.
She moaned, a guttural sound torn from her throat, as his dick stretched her open. The alcove was too small—her head nearly hit the ceiling, but she didn't care. She wanted it harder. His pace quickened, and the cooler rattled against the wall.
“Oh yes,” the little woman replied. Hands reaching out for him. Unbuttoning his shirt to feel the thick bulging muscles underneath.
The redhead’s mouth came free of the dick that was in it. Bull grabbed a fistful of her red hair and yanked her head back. His cock was thick, veiny, already slick with precum. "Open wide, bitch."
She opened her mouth again, and he shoved his dick in without warning. The head smacked the back of her throat, and she gagged, her eyes watering. Bull didn't slow down—he fucked her face like it was a pussy, his balls swinging against her chin. Each thrust from Mr. Steel pushed her forward onto Bull's cock, creating a brutal rhythm that left her gasping and choking.
Across the narrow space, the thick black woman pressed her heavy tits against the wall, watching. Her lips were wet, her eyes dark with hunger. She moved closer to the group of them.
The pixie Asian woman bit her bottom lip, her small hands touching Mr. Steel’s chest. She shifted her weight, her tiny skirt barely covering her cunt.
"Fuck, look at her," the thick woman whispered, her voice husky. "She's taking both of 'em like a champ."
The pixie nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "I want that. I want his dick in my mouth."
Mr. Steel's grunts grew louder. He slammed into the redhead's pussy, his hips pistoning furiously. The redhead's moans were muffled by Bull's thick shaft, but she gripped Mr. Steel's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her legs trembled, her toes curling inside her heels. The pressure built—she was close, so fucking close.
"Gonna cum all over my dick, slut?" Mr. Steel hissed, his hand slapping her ass cheek hard. The sound echoed in the alcove.
She couldn't answer. Bull pulled out for a second, letting her breathe, and she gasped, "Yes! Yes, fuck me!"
Bull shoved his cock back down her throat, and she choked again, spit and precum dripping down her chin. The thick black woman stepped closer, her hand sliding down to her own cunt, fingers pressing through her soaked panties. "Let me suck his balls while you fuck her face," she said to Bull, her voice thick with lust.
Bull grunted his approval. The thick woman knelt on the dirty tile, her big tits spilling out of her top. She took one of Bull's heavy balls into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue rolling over the skin. Bull let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly.
The pixie woman moved behind Mr. Steel, her small hands sliding up his back. "Let me lick your ass while you pound her," she whispered, her voice sweet but hungry.
Mr. Steel didn't stop fucking the redhead. "Do it, you little slut."
The pixie dropped to her knees, her tiny frame fitting perfectly between his legs. She spread his cheeks and buried her face in his crack, her tongue darting out to trace his hole. Mr. Steel groaned, his rhythm faltering for a second as she licked deeper, her small fingers gripping his thighs.
The redhead's pussy clenched around his cock as she came, a scream tearing from her throat, muffled again by Bull's dick. Mr. Steel kept pounding, driving through her orgasm, his own balls tightening. Bull pulled his cock from the redhead's mouth and aimed it at her face, stroking himself fast. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her cheeks, her nose, her open mouth. She swallowed what she could, her tongue licking her lips.
"Turn around," Mr. Steel ordered, pulling out and spinning her to face him. He lifted her legs, pressing her back against the cooler, and shoved his dick back into her wet, cum-covered pussy. The pixie woman stood up, her tiny pussy dripping. She leaned over the redhead's shoulder, offering her mouth to Mr. Steel. "I want his cum on my face too."
The thick black woman rose, her tits bouncing. She grabbed Bull's still-hard cock and guided it toward her own waiting pussy. "Now fuck me, big man. Deep."
Bull grinned, lifting her against the wall and driving into her with one brutal thrust. The five of them filled the tiny alcove with grunts, slaps, and the wet sound of bodies colliding—a raw, hungry mess of flesh and need.
The air hung heavy with the scent of something primal. Sex, lust and sweat. Making the small work space smell more like a brothel than an office.
Mr. Steel, had the redhead pinned against the water cooler. Her cascading auburn curls and a body that turned heads in every board meeting. She gasped as he rammed into her like a piston, his thick cock driving deep with relentless force. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, tights and panties long discarded on the linoleum floor. The plastic cooler rattled with each thrust, water sloshing inside as if echoing her moans. He lifted her right leg. Holding under her knee.
Next to them, the small Asian woman watched with a mix of jealousy and hunger. Her dark eyes fixed on the scene. She had fantasized about Mr. Steel and his big dick. Her other self had daydreams of being called into his office and ravished, but now here he was, fucking her coworker right in front of her. Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch his leg, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.
Mr. Steel grunted, his pace quickening. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and commanding. The redheaded could only nod, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. She let out a banshee-like scream as her orgasm rocked her. He thrusted into her with a few more strokes until she pushed away at his chest. With a final, powerful surge, he pulled his dick free, slick and pulsing. Cum dripped from the tip as he grabbed the kneeling slut’s hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. She took him eagerly, sucking and swallowing, her eyes watering but locked on his.
Just across from them, Bull, the massive security head with skin like polished ebony and muscles that strained his uniform, had cornered the thick ebony goddess. The curvaceous account executive whose hips swayed like a promise in every client pitch. Bull slid his massive dick into her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her as she braced against the counter. Her full lips parted in a sigh, her dark curls bouncing as she arched back against him.
Bull’s hips slammed into her without mercy, his thick shaft driving deep into her wet, welcoming cunt. The slick sounds of her pussy gripping him filled the small space, mixing with her breathless moans. He leaned over her, one hand planted on the wall beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises. His breath was hot against her ear.
“Yeah, you take it all, don’t you? This fat black cock stretching that tight little hole. You love it, princess. You love being filled like this.”
She gasped, her back arching, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Yes… yes, Bull. Give it to me. Fuck me harder. I want to feel you in my throat next.”
He grinned, pulling back almost completely before ramming back in with a brutal snap of his hips. Her body jolted, her head thudding against the wall. He didn’t stop — just kept pounding, his balls slapping against her wet folds. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest.
“You gonna cum on this cock? Gonna soak me, princess? Let me feel that pussy squeeze.”
She nodded frantically, words lost in a string of curses and pleas. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. The alcove echoed with every wet, hard thrust. If someone was to enter now they may think it was black on black crime how violently he was fucking her.
Bull pulled out just long enough to spin her around, pressing her face-first against the cool wall. Her round ass jutted out, glistening with their mixed juices. He didn't wait, didn't ask—just grabbed her hips and shoved his dick back inside her in one fluid motion. She cried out, her palms flat against the sheetrock, nails scraping as she tried to brace herself.
"Yeah, that's it, princess. Arch that back. Show me what this black pussy does when it's getting what it deserves."
He fucked her from behind now, deep and punishing. Each thrust knocked the air from her lungs, her tits swinging and slapping against the wall. One of his hands slid around her waist and down, fingers finding her clit and rubbing rough circles. She gasped, her legs trembling.
"Oh fuck—Bull, right there. Don't stop. Rub my clit while you fuck me."
"What about your clitoris?" He growled, his voice low and mocking. "Do you want me to tease it while this black dick is messing you up? Your beautiful female pussy needs something too much”
She understood enough. Her hips bucked back against him, meeting his rhythm. "Yes, Bull. I need it. I need all of it. Fuck me like the whore I am."
He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound. "Oh, I know what you are, princess. You're a nasty little slut who can't get enough of this big black cock. Look at you, dripping down my thighs. You're making a mess back here."
He sped up, his balls slapping wetly against her clit with every stroke. Her moans turned into incoherent babble. She could feel that pressure building low in her belly, coiling tight.
"Are you gonna come for me? Gonna squirt all over this dick while I pound that cunt?"
"Oh god, yes, Bull. Make me come. Please, please, make me come."
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "That's it. Let go, princess. Let me feel that pussy grip me. Come on my cock like the good little whore you are."
She shattered, her body convulsing as she came hard, her juices flooding his lap. He kept fucking her through it, groaning as her walls clenched and pulsed around him.
“Oh, that's it... I feel it. Your hole is also tight. Go out more. Drink all my dick into your pussy.
Her legs gave out, but he held her up, still buried deep inside her, still grinding slow and deep as she shuddered through the aftershocks. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her forehead pressed against the cool wall.
"More," she whispered, her voice raw and desperate. "Give me more, Bull. Fill me up."
Her body was already wrecked, trembling from the hard fucking, but when she heard his command—come now—something primal snapped inside her. She didn't have a choice. Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.
Her back arched sharply, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as another orgasm ripped through her. This one was deep, hard, more violent than any before. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, squeezing and milking him in rhythmic, uncontrollable pulses. Her thighs quivered, her knees buckled, and she would have collapsed if his grip on her hips hadn't held her upright. Juices gushed from her, soaking his pelvis, running down her thighs in thick streams. She was a mess, a quivering, moaning mess, completely undone by his cock and his command.
"Fuck, Bull… I'm coming… I'm coming so hard… oh god…"
Her words dissolved into incoherent sobs of pleasure as her walls continued to spasm around him, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing, as if her cunt was begging him to never pull out.
He felt it. That tight, wet clutch. That perfect, desperate grip. It was the final trigger. His own release was no longer something he could control.
"Oh, shit... that's right, just as it is…"
He growled low and deep, a sound that rumbled from his chest and vibrated against her back. He drove his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His body went rigid, every muscle tensing, as his cock swelled and then erupted.
Hot, thick ropes of cum shot deep inside her, flooding her already-used pussy with his seed. He kept pumping, kept thrusting shallowly, grinding his pelvis against her ass as he emptied himself into her. She could feel it—that warm, wet sensation spreading inside her, filling her up, dripping out around his shaft and down her thighs. He was marking her, claiming her, breeding her just like he said he would.
"Take it," he snarled through gritted teeth. "Take every goddamn drop, you nasty little slut. I'm filling that whore cunt with my seed. You're mine now. Ebony princess or not, you're my breeding bitch."
His hips twitched as the last of his cum pumped into her, and he held there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against her back. For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the faint drip of his cum escaping her, and the distant hum of the city outside the alcove.
Slowly, he pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. A thick stream of his cum followed, spilling down her inner thigh, pooling on the ground beneath her. She sagged against the wall, her body limp, used, completely satisfied.
But she wasn't done. Not yet.
She turned her head, looking back at him over her shoulder, a wicked, exhausted smile on her lips. "Good boy, Bull. Now clean up your mess,” she told him before she collapsed.
The redhead’s voice was a low, breathless rasp, still thick with the aftershocks of her own climax. “That’s it, you little slut. Look at you, finally putting that mouth to good use.” She tugged gently on the golden streak in her black hair, guiding the rhythm. “You feel how thick he is? How he fills your throat? That’s what a real man feels like.”
She leaned closer, her lips brushing against the pixie’s ear. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Sneaking glances at his crotch during meetings, getting wet in your little panties every time he raises his voice.” Her fingers tightened in the dark hair. “Now you’ve got his cock sliding past your lips, and you’re loving it. I can hear you gagging, you desperate little cocksucker.”
The pixie let out a muffled moan around Mr. Steel’s shaft, her small hands working the base while her mouth took the rest. Saliva and pre-cum slicked her chin.
“Yeah, that’s right,” the redhead purred, pressing her tits against the pixie’s shoulder. “You’re gonna make him cum right down your throat. Swallow every drop. And when you’re done, maybe I’ll let you lick my pussy clean, too. How does that sound, pet? A taste of me and him, all mixed together?”
The pixie’s body shuddered violently, a small, desperate gasp muffled around Mr. Steel’s shaft as her hips bucked involuntarily against nothing. Her thighs pressed together, a wet heat flooding her panties as a sudden, sharp orgasm ripped through her—triggered by nothing more than the taste of his cock, the weight of the redhead’s words, and the sheer humiliation of it all.
The redhead’s eyes widened, then narrowed with predatory delight. She released the pixie’s hair and knelt down beside her, their shoulders brushing as she peered at the smaller woman’s flushed, tear-streaked face.
“Oh my God,” the redhead breathed, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. “You did. You fucking came from sucking his dick and me calling you a slut.” She let out a low, throaty laugh, her hand coming up to cup the pixie’s chin, forcing her to look up while Mr. Steel’s still-wet cock bobbed inches from her face.
“Look at you,” the redhead cooed, her thumb tracing the pixie’s bottom lip, slick with saliva and pre-cum.
“Your little pussy is so desperate, so starved for attention, that all it takes is a dick in your throat and a few mean words to make you cream your panties. That’s fucking pathetic. And so, so hot.”
She leaned in, her breath hot against the pixie’s ear. “I can smell you. That sweet, musky scent of a woman who just came untouched. You’re dripping, aren’t you? Soaking your little work slacks. Everyone’s gonna know what a needy whore you are when you stand up and there’s a wet patch on your seat.”
The pixie whimpered, her eyes glazed with a mix of shame and arousal. Her small hands trembled, still resting on Mr. Steel’s thighs.
“But you know what, pet?” the redhead continued, her voice dropping to a silky whisper. “I’m not done with you yet. You came once from sucking cock. Let’s see if you can do it again.” She pressed a kiss to the pixie’s temple, then pulled back, nodding toward Mr. Steel’s still-hard erection. “Get back to work. And this time, don’t you dare stop until he fills your throat. Understand?”
The pixie nodded weakly, her lips parting as she leaned forward again, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip before taking him back into her mouth. The redhead watched, one hand idly stroking her own clit, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
“That’s a good little cocksleeve,” she murmured. “And when you are done with his load you will lick me clean. I may even take a taste of your own juices.” This made the smaller woman suck harder and faster.
Mr. Steel’s head lolled back, his breath hitching in ragged gasps as he stared up at the dark ceiling, his hands gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. “Oh fuck,” said Mr. Steel. “This little cock sucker got me so close. I’m going to blow in her mouth.”
Between his thighs, a petite Asian woman knelt on the tile floor, her small frame dwarfed by the sheer magnitude of the man’s sprawled legs. Her name was lost in the haze of the moment, but her mouth was a focal point of pure, electric sensation. She worked him with a desperate, hungry rhythm, her lips stretched tight around the thick girth of his cock. Her dark hair fell in curtains around her face, brushing against his thighs with every bob of her head. The wet, slurping sounds of her efforts echoed lewdly in the quiet room, a staccato beat to the heavy thumping of his heart.
Standing just beside them, a redhead with skin like porcelain and eyes like emeralds watched the scene with a predatory smirk. She crossed her arms, her fingers drumming against her bicep, her presence looming over the smaller woman. She leaned in close, her breath hot against the Asian woman’s ear, though her eyes remained fixed on the shaft disappearing between those eager lips.
"Look at you," the redhead purred, her voice dripping with condescension and lust. She reached out, grabbing a handful of the dark hair at the back of the woman's head, not to pull her away, but to force her down deeper, to guide the rhythm. "Such a needy little cumslut. Ready to make Mr. Steel blow his load in your pretty little mouth?"
The Asian woman moaned around the mouthful of flesh, the vibration humming straight up Mr. Steel’s shaft and drawing a guttural groan from his throat. She didn't pull back; instead, she redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling frantically around the sensitive head before taking him deep into the tight, wet heat of her throat. Her eyes watered, mascara beginning to streak in thin black lines down her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a suction that made Mr. Steel’s hips buck involuntarily off the desk.
"That’s right," the redhead taunted, pushing the woman’s head down until her nose was buried against Mr. Steel’s pelvis. "Choke on it. Show him how hungry that little mouth is. You’re just a hole for him to use, aren’t you? A desperate, messy little slut."
Mr. Steel felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tight coil of heat that threatened to snap. The visual of the small woman struggling to take his length, combined with the redhead’s filthy commands, was too much. His abdominal muscles clenched hard, his thighs shaking as the ecstasy crested. He let out a loud, strangled cry, his head falling forward to watch the final moments.
"Fuck, I’m gonna—" he gasped, his voice breaking.
The Asian woman whimpered, her hands gripping his hips for leverage as she prepared for his release. She didn't pull away. If anything, she locked her lips around the crown of his cock, her tongue flicking rapidly over the frenulum.
The orgasm hit him like a freight train. His body went rigid, his back arching off the oak desk as sparks of white-hot bliss exploded behind his eyelids. His cock throbbed violently between the woman's lips, pulsing as the first thick rope of cum shot into her mouth. He groaned deeply, his hands moving to tangle instinctively in her hair, holding her there as he emptied himself.
"Take it all," the redhead hissed, watching the man’s face contort in pleasure. "Every single drop. Don't you dare spill it."
Mr. Steel pumped his hips, his seed filling the petite woman’s mouth in heavy, warm spurts. It was too much, too fast. The Asian woman’s eyes widened in panic as her mouth was flooded with the thick, salty essence. She tried to swallow, to keep up with the deluge, but her capacity was overwhelmed. A muffled gag escaped her throat, her body jerking as she choked on the sheer volume of his load. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips, running down her chin in pearly white trails that dripped onto her heaving chest.
As the final tremors of his climax subsided, Mr. Steel slumped back, his chest heaving, his skin flushed a deep, dark pink. He was spent, his cock twitching with aftershocks as the sensitivity peaked. The Asian woman pulled back slightly, gasping for air, her mouth still full, her lips swollen and glistening.
The redhead moved instantly, taking control of the situation with practiced ease. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of Mr. Steel’s softening shaft, firmly but gently pulling him from the other woman’s mouth. A wet pop sounded as the head disengaged from the cum-filled lips. The redhead didn't hesitate; she leaned in and swiped her tongue over the tip of Mr. Steel’s cock, catching the last lingering bead of semen before it could fall.
She turned her attention to the smaller woman, who knelt there panting, her mouth open and overflowing. The redhead grabbed the woman’s chin, tilting her head up. "Messy girl," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave. She leaned forward and dragged the flat of her tongue across the Asian woman’s lower lip, scooping up the warm, thick jizz that had escaped. She moaned at the taste, savoring the mixture of fluids.
Then, she sealed her mouth over the other woman’s. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a clash of tongues and teeth, a transfer of ownership. The Asian woman whimpered into the kiss, her body trembling as the redhead’s tongue invaded her mouth, seeking out the cum pooled there. Their tongues danced together, slick and coated in Mr. Steel’s seed, passing the heavy load back and forth between them.
The redhead pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, a string of cum connecting their lips for a brief moment before breaking. "Good girl," she murmured, her thumb wiping a stray drop from the woman's cheek. She pushed it past the swollen lips, making sure nothing was wasted. "Now swallow."
Mr. Steel watched through half-lidded eyes, his heart hammering against his ribs as the two women shared the evidence of his pleasure, their lust burning brighter than the fire in the hearth.
Mr. Steel watched the string of saliva and cum connect their lips as they finally pulled apart, a thin, glistening bridge that snapped when Pixiu gasped for air.
The heavy silence of the room was suddenly broken by wet, rhythmic sounds from the periphery of his vision. Mr. Steel turned his head, the movement sluggish. Across the room, Bull was buried between the thighs of an ebony woman whose back was arched. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her hands gripping Bull’s bald head as if to push him deeper or pull him away—Mr. Steel couldn’t tell which. The sight of Bull’s massive shoulders working, the rhythm of his feasting, added a layer of surrealism to the moment, a backdrop of carnal excess that made the air feel even heavier.
But the pull of the women at his feet was stronger. Mr. Steel shifted his focus back to the redhead he was going to call Siren and smaller Asian who he would name, Pixiu. The redhead had broken the kiss and now loomed over the smaller woman, her emerald eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been sated by the show she had just orchestrated. She reached out, her fingers tangling into Pixiu’s dark, sweat-dampened hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat.
"On your back," Siren commanded, her voice dropping an octave, rough with authority. "I told you that you had to clean me up."
Pixiu didn’t hesitate. She moved with a fluid, practiced grace, shifting from her knees to the curve of her ass, then rolling back until she lay prone on the cool tile floor. Her legs fell open instinctively, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her dark eyes fixed upward in submission. The firelight danced across her skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat and the drying traces of Mr. Steel’s orgasm on her chin.
Siren moved quickly, straddling Pixiu’s face. She positioned her knees on either side of the smaller woman’s head, blocking Mr. Steel’s view of Pixiu’s face, leaving only her chin and the hint of her mouth visible beneath Siren’s thighs. Slowly, Siren lowered her hips, bringing her pussy down to Pixiu’s waiting mouth.
"Now lick me," Siren hissed, bracing her hands on her own thighs, her head falling back as she made contact. "Lick me good."
Mr. Steel watched, his spent cock twitching with a phantom throb of interest at the visual. He saw Pixiu’s jaw move, her tongue working against Siren’s folds, and heard the muffled, wet sounds of suction. Siren began to rock her hips, grinding down against Pixiu’s face, using her nose and chin for friction. The redhead’s hands left her own thighs and wandered down the front of her body, squeezing her breasts before moving lower, toward the waistband of Pixiu’s trousers.
Siren’s fingers deftly undid the button and zipper of the wet pants Pixiu wore. She tugged the fabric down, exposing the dark-haired woman’s hips and the mess of fluids that had soaked into her underwear. Siren didn’t remove the clothing completely, just pulled it down enough to access the skin beneath, her hand dipping possessively into the waistband of Pixiu’s panties.
Mr. Steel stood there, pants around his knees, feeling the energy in the room shift entirely away from him. He was a spectator to their intimacy, an audience member who had already played his part and exited the stage. The connection between Siren and Pixiu was a closed circuit of domination and submission that no longer required his input. He felt like a third wheel, an intruder in a moment that had become exclusively theirs. The thrill of the orgy was fading, replaced by a distinct sense of superfluity.
He pulled up his pants and stepped away, his legs steadying beneath him. He buttoned his own trousers with clumsy fingers, the leather of his belt creaking but could now be heard over the muffled moans. Neither woman looked up. Siren was lost in the rhythm of her ride, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Pixiu was hidden entirely beneath the redhead’s dominating form, her presence reduced to the mouth servicing Siren and the hands gripping Siren’s thighs.
"Siren, Pixiu," Mr. Steel announced, his voice sounding strangely loud to his own ears, though it barely cut through the heavy breathing and wet skin-on-skin sounds. "I’m going to check on the rest of the staff. See how they are taking to their enlightenment."
He waited for a beat, half-expecting a nod, a dismissal, or a cruel laugh from Siren. But there was nothing. The redhead continued to grind down, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle, chasing her pleasure as she now teased the woman under her pussy. Pixiu’s muffled moan vibrated against Siren’s flesh, the only acknowledgment of the world outside their joining.
Mr. Steel stood there for another second, watching the muscles in Siren’s back tense and relax, the red of her hair cascading down like a curtain separating them from reality. He realized then that he was truly invisible to them, a ghost that had already been consumed and discarded.
He turned on his heel, the tile floor, muffling his footsteps. Without looking back at the tableau of the two women or the sounds of Bull across the room, he walked toward the door. The air grew cooler as he moved away, the scent of sex, gradually replaced by the dusty, sterile smell of the hallway beyond. He pushed the door open and stepped out, leaving the atcove of the water cooler and its writhing occupants behind him.
He roamed the office for the next few hours. Watching his staff take part in the most pure sexual needs. Some sweet and romantic and others too much for even him. He headed back to his office and closed the door. Moving to his chair and sitting down heavily. His eyes closed.
Jacob popped up. Where was he? His eyes quickly took over the room he was in. His office. Did he fall asleep again? He looked at this watch. 2:30, damn. “Let’s head home,” he said to nobody. He got out of his chair and grabbed his bag. He walked through the quiet office and headed home.