A distraction

Kurt’s fingers were still lazily pumping in and out of Lena’s soaked pussy when he spotted movement past the cubicle wall. A young intern — barely twenty, fresh out of college — was crawling on all fours down the aisle. Her short skirt was bunched around her waist, and a heavy industrial stapler was buried deep in her tight asshole, the metal edge clearly stretching her painfully wide. Every crawling motion made it shift inside her, forcing soft, **** whimpers from her lips as the pain chip converted every brutal stretch into overwhelming pleasure.

Without a word, Kurt reached out, grabbed a fistful of the intern’s frazzled blonde hair, and yanked her roughly into the cubicle. He didn’t even look at her face — just unzipped, pulled out his thick, throbbing cock, and shoved it straight down her throat in one brutal thrust.

The intern gagged violently, eyes watering instantly as he buried himself to the balls. Kurt didn’t hesitate. He started facefucking her hard, slamming into her throat with wet, **** sounds that echoed in the small space. Her hands flailed uselessly against his thighs while drool and throat slime poured down her chin.

Lena watched with an appreciative smile, still perched on the desk with Kurt’s fingers lazily working her pussy.

“God, that’s hot,” Lena purred, voice husky. “Look at you using her throat like a fleshlight. Most guys are too gentle with the new interns.” She leaned closer, eyes sparkling. “Deeper, Kurt. Really ram it home — tilt her head back more, that lets you get the full length in. And don’t let her breathe every few seconds; make her earn those little gasps.”

Kurt groaned, following her advice. He yanked the intern’s head back by the hair and drove even harder, his balls slapping her chin with every thrust. The girl’s gagging turned into wet, **** retching, tears streaming down her face.

Lena moaned around Kurt’s fingers, rolling her hips. “That’s perfect. See how her throat bulges? That’s the good stuff. You’re so much rougher than most IT guys I’ve met… I like it.”

Kurt kept the brutal rhythm going, using the intern’s face like a toy while he smiled at Lena. “You’re giving me some excellent pointers. Guess all those years of free-use experience really taught you what works, huh?”

Lena grinned, biting her lip as she watched the intern’s throat get wrecked. “Oh, I’ve taken my share of rough throat-fucks. Trust me, she’s loving it — that pain chip is making every gag feel like an orgasm.”

Even though Kurt continues plowing the poor interns face hole, he Is still very much inretested in getting to know Lena, and maybe even asking her on a date. So trying to get back on track Kurt asks "Any hobbies outside of work? I know it must be hard to find time for stuff, with you being FreeUse and also attractive and all... he trails off."

Lena laughs softly, still rocking against Kurt’s fingers while the intern’s **** gagging fills the cubicle.

“Hobbies?” she says, voice a little breathy. “Honestly, I used to love painting. I had this tiny studio apartment with easels everywhere. Now… most nights I’m too busy getting passed around or too sore to hold a brush steady.” She gives a little shrug, then grins. “Though the chip does make ‘sore’ feel pretty damn good.”

Kurt keeps thrusting into the intern’s throat, wet **** sounds echoing as he casually asks, “You ever think about picking it back up? I mean… if you had someone who wasn’t just using you for a quick nut, maybe you’d have more evenings free.”

Lena’s eyes light up at the hint. She leans forward, tits swaying, and strokes his arm while the intern’s nose keeps smashing into his pelvis.

“Are you offering to be that someone, Kurt?” she teases, voice warm. “Because I’d actually love to grab dinner sometime. No staplers, no elevators… just two people talking. And maybe afterwards you could bend me over the table properly.”

Kurt feels his cock throb hard down the intern’s spasming throat. He’s still roughly face-fucking the girl, but his eyes are locked on Lena, a real smile breaking through.

“Yeah… I’d like that,” he says, voice thick. “Tonight? After work? I’ll pick you up from marketing.”

Lena bites her lip, clearly excited. “It’s a date.”

That sets Kurt off, he groans, gripping the intern’s hair tighter as he finally loses control. With a few brutal, balls-deep thrusts he buries himself completely and unloads straight down her throat. Thick ropes of cum flood her stomach while she gags and convulses around him.

He holds her there for a long moment, letting every last drop pump out, then simply yanks his cock free and shoves her aside like a used toy. The poor girl collapses in a coughing, drooling heap on the floor, face a mess of spit, tears, and cum, the stapler still lodged in her ass.

Kurt and Lena both look down at her pathetic state and burst out laughing.

“Jesus, look at her,” Lena giggles, covering her mouth. “You really wrecked the poor thing.”

“Yeah… she’ll be fine in five minutes,” Kurt chuckles, tucking himself away. “The enhancements are no joke.”

Before they can say anything else, two big guys from Marketing barge into the cubicle.

“Lena! There you are, we've been looking for you” the burly one grins. “We need a fresh set of holes for the morning pitch meeting.”

Without waiting for an answer, they grab her — one by the arm, the other hoisting her over his shoulder like a sack of meat. Lena’s exposed tit bounces wildly as they carry her off.

Even while being hauled away, she twists around, locks eyes with Kurt, and gives him a big wink and a warm smile.

“See you tonight, Kurt!” she calls out cheerfully, voice full of promise.

Kurt watches her disappear down the aisle, a stupid grin on his face for the first time in years.

“Tonight,” he mutters to himself, already counting the hours.