Director Reeves!

When Avery returned to the main floor he looked thoroughly used—cheeks flushed, hair messy, a faint wet sheen still visible on his collarbone where he hadn’t fully cleaned. Martha was still occupied. Word had already started to travel among a few of the sharper-eyed women.

Director Reeves found him first. She had seen him leave with Hale and return looking wrecked. She didn’t ask permission. She simply took his wrist and led him to the same executive restroom.

Inside she was even less restrained than Hale. She pushed him to his knees, slapped her half-hard cock across his cheeks, and ordered him to open. Avery did. She fucked his throat roughly, holding his head in place, until thick spit ran down his chest. When she pulled out she bent him over the sink, spat on his already-used hole, and shoved in with one hard thrust. The force made Avery cry out. Reeves only fucked him harder, one hand in his hair, yanking his head back so he had to watch himself in the mirror.

“You’re still open from her,” she panted. “I can feel it. You let her ruin this pretty hole and then walked right back out there like nothing happened.”

Avery’s only answer was a soft, broken moan as he pushed back onto her cock.

Reeves came hard inside him, then did something she had only ever fantasized about. She pulled out, turned him around, and pissed a short, hot stream across his soft cock and balls while he stood there trembling. Avery didn’t stop her. He just looked down, face scarlet, and let it happen. Reeves watched the golden liquid run down his thighs, then made him clean her cock with his tongue afterward.

She took his number with a dark, satisfied smile.

Ms. Okonkwo and Ms. Vargas found him together near the balcony later. They had both seen enough. Okonkwo spoke first, voice quiet but certain.

“There’s an empty corner office on this floor. We both have keys. If you come with us, we won’t be gentle… and we won’t take turns.”

Avery’s face burned. He looked from one woman to the other, lips parted, and after a long moment gave the smallest nod.

The office was dim. The moment the door locked both women were on him. Vargas pushed him to his knees while Okonkwo freed her thick, curved cock. They fed him both at once, stretching his mouth wide, thick shafts sliding against each other across his tongue. Avery choked, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull away. Spit poured down his chin as they used his throat.

When they decided his mouth wasn’t enough they bent him over the desk. Vargas entered him first, hard and deep, while Okonkwo made him suck her clean again. Then they switched. Then, after a shared look, they did something neither of them had ever done with a boy.

Vargas stayed buried in his hole. Okonkwo pressed the head of her cock against the same stretched entrance and slowly, carefully, forced her way in alongside the first. Avery’s cry was high and broken as the double stretch burned through him. Tears spilled down his cheeks. His hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles went white. But he never once told them to stop.

They fucked him like that—two thick cocks stretching his hole to its limit—while Avery sobbed softly with every thrust, cock leaking untouched onto the desk. The women grew bolder with every second he accepted it. They spat on his back, slapped his ass, called him filthy things in low voices. Vargas reached around and stroked him roughly until he came with a shattered moan. The tight clench pushed both women over the edge. They flooded him together, so much cum that it leaked out around their shafts in thick white rivulets even while they were still inside him.

When they finally pulled out, Avery’s hole stayed open and ruined, a steady stream of mixed cum running down his thighs. Okonkwo and Vargas stared at the sight for a long moment, almost stunned at what they had just done—and what he had allowed.

They cleaned themselves on his tongue, then took his number and Instagram in turn.

“Next time,” Vargas said, voice still rough, “we’ll bring a third.”

Avery, face wet with tears and spit, could only nod.

By the time Avery found Martha near the exit he could barely walk straight. Four different women had used him in ways they had never dared with any other boy. His hole was puffy, open, and constantly leaking. His face still carried the faint flush of humiliation and pleasure.

Martha looked at him carefully and said nothing in front of the remaining guests.