shut her eyes and bit her lip, struggling not to cry out. Then Chet angled himself against her and tiny whimpers began to build in her throat as his cock stroked against something inside her that she'd never quite felt before. Her toes curled and she bit down harder.
A soft kiss landed on her forehead, and her eyes fluttered open to see Sam smiling down at her.
“I believe I can help,” he said, and then he was climbing, fully dressed, onto the desk next to her. Papers tumbled to the floor, unheeded as he swung a leg over her, and in an echo of the night before, he was straddling her chest again, only this time he was facing Chet. Moving his hips back, he positioned himself over her face. The soft head of his dick, freed from his pants, stroked against her cheek, and a small, cool drop of precum slid against her skin. Blindly, Maddy turned her head and opened her mouth, swallowing him down. His balls tickled her nose, then hitched as she moved forward to take as much as she could of him inside.
He tasted good. Clean, but with the soft musk of sweat. Precum coated her tongue, and she swallowed around his shaft. His hips jerked, but other than that, he didn't make a sound as Chet pumped her pussy with slow, lazy strokes.
“I think,” she heard Sam say above her, “that this is as good a time as any to say that while I was hesitant about the proposal you put forth last night, it has already yielded some... unexpected fruit.”
Maddy held her breath as Chet paused, and she had to squirm to remind him to keep moving.
“Indeed?” he said. She heard a tiny tremor in his voice, and she lifted her head, taking Sam's cock even deeper in her throat as Chet surged into her. His pubic bone, covered in fine hair, ground against her clit and she almost made a sound. Fortunately Sam spoke again.
“I think your proposal is risky, but I believe the payoffs could be enormous.”
There was silence in the cavernous office, except the soft, insistent shluck shluck shluck of Chet's shaft inside her dripping cunt. She prayed it wasn't loud enough to be heard over the intercom, though the risk of getting caught set her on fire. The muscles in her legs coiled as she dug her heels into Chet's back, urging him to go faster, and she pushed herself to swallow Sam's cock. His breath hitched as she pulled back. Saliva and precum glistened against the inside seams of his zipper. She was probably going to ruin another of his suits. She'd call it a fee.
Above her, Sam's hips stuttered as she let her teeth scrape gently over the soft head and she heard a tiny grunt in his throat.
“I'm relieved you've reached that conclusion,” Chet said. “Nothing could damage the special relationship we have built as the heads of this company, but your reaction was not encouraging.” His hands slid over her thighs, digging into her ample hips and ass, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts, shoving his dick deeper into her core, and Maddy couldn't suppress a squeak.
Sam thrust his cock into her throat, muffling her. His voice was rough when he spoke next. “I'm sorry,” he said simply. “There was no reason for that. I think we should... explore our options.” Then his body descended on hers, his fine suit and shirt brushing over the bare skin of her torso, and his tongue found her clit again.
Chet's hips stuttered as Sam's mouth descended on her, and Maddy felt a surge of lust. His mouth must be so close to Chet's cock, and after a second, she felt Chet twist and move. Next to her, the intercom jumped and clattered as he ripped the cord from it. From the corner of her eye, she saw the red light go dark.
“Shit, Sam, fuck,” Chet ground out. “You don't have to... oh god—”
His hips picked up the pace again, now frantic and unleashed and Maddy moaned around Sam's shaft as Chet plundered her pussy. His tight control had dissolved, and Sam's mouth worked her clit without mercy.
She was full of cock, and she wanted more. Maddy had never felt
A soft kiss landed on her forehead, and her eyes fluttered open to see Sam smiling down at her.
“I believe I can help,” he said, and then he was climbing, fully dressed, onto the desk next to her. Papers tumbled to the floor, unheeded as he swung a leg over her, and in an echo of the night before, he was straddling her chest again, only this time he was facing Chet. Moving his hips back, he positioned himself over her face. The soft head of his dick, freed from his pants, stroked against her cheek, and a small, cool drop of precum slid against her skin. Blindly, Maddy turned her head and opened her mouth, swallowing him down. His balls tickled her nose, then hitched as she moved forward to take as much as she could of him inside.
He tasted good. Clean, but with the soft musk of sweat. Precum coated her tongue, and she swallowed around his shaft. His hips jerked, but other than that, he didn't make a sound as Chet pumped her pussy with slow, lazy strokes.
“I think,” she heard Sam say above her, “that this is as good a time as any to say that while I was hesitant about the proposal you put forth last night, it has already yielded some... unexpected fruit.”
Maddy held her breath as Chet paused, and she had to squirm to remind him to keep moving.
“Indeed?” he said. She heard a tiny tremor in his voice, and she lifted her head, taking Sam's cock even deeper in her throat as Chet surged into her. His pubic bone, covered in fine hair, ground against her clit and she almost made a sound. Fortunately Sam spoke again.
“I think your proposal is risky, but I believe the payoffs could be enormous.”
There was silence in the cavernous office, except the soft, insistent shluck shluck shluck of Chet's shaft inside her dripping cunt. She prayed it wasn't loud enough to be heard over the intercom, though the risk of getting caught set her on fire. The muscles in her legs coiled as she dug her heels into Chet's back, urging him to go faster, and she pushed herself to swallow Sam's cock. His breath hitched as she pulled back. Saliva and precum glistened against the inside seams of his zipper. She was probably going to ruin another of his suits. She'd call it a fee.
Above her, Sam's hips stuttered as she let her teeth scrape gently over the soft head and she heard a tiny grunt in his throat.
“I'm relieved you've reached that conclusion,” Chet said. “Nothing could damage the special relationship we have built as the heads of this company, but your reaction was not encouraging.” His hands slid over her thighs, digging into her ample hips and ass, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts, shoving his dick deeper into her core, and Maddy couldn't suppress a squeak.
Sam thrust his cock into her throat, muffling her. His voice was rough when he spoke next. “I'm sorry,” he said simply. “There was no reason for that. I think we should... explore our options.” Then his body descended on hers, his fine suit and shirt brushing over the bare skin of her torso, and his tongue found her clit again.
Chet's hips stuttered as Sam's mouth descended on her, and Maddy felt a surge of lust. His mouth must be so close to Chet's cock, and after a second, she felt Chet twist and move. Next to her, the intercom jumped and clattered as he ripped the cord from it. From the corner of her eye, she saw the red light go dark.
“Shit, Sam, fuck,” Chet ground out. “You don't have to... oh god—”
His hips picked up the pace again, now frantic and unleashed and Maddy moaned around Sam's shaft as Chet plundered her pussy. His tight control had dissolved, and Sam's mouth worked her clit without mercy.
She was full of cock, and she wanted more. Maddy had never felt
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