Evita gets double teamed

"Michelle, would you be willing to help Evita explore her sexual identity with me?" Dave asked. "In the spirit of supporting diversity?"

"Oh fuck yes!" Michelle agreed, nodding in vigorous agreement, making her newly-grown Auburn ringlets bounce in furious agreement.

"Wait, I'm not sure..." The cute Hispanic intern started to object, only to have her reservations quashed by Michelle sticking her fingers in Evita's mouth.

The drunken 19-year-old's eyebrows shot up at tasting her own juices on her co-worker's fingers, only to lower as her eyes rolled back while she sucked and savored, the wishbone having helped her realize how much she enjoyed the taste of pussy.

"Let's get her up on the conference table, Michele, and get her clothes out of the way so she can make a fair comparison," Dave said.

"Huh?" Evita asked as Michele's fingers left her mouth to focus on removing her clothing.

"We're going to help you decide if you prefer tacos or hotdogs, Evita," Dave said, pulling out his cock and waggling it at her with one hand as the wishbone in his other hand throbbed and Evita's eyes buldged with sudden, intense interest.

"Hey!" Michelle objected, stripping off her dress slacks and panties. "No head starts!"

Evita's attention was drawn to Michelle's snatch. Dave was intrigued himself. Michelle had a piercing.

"I don't know, Michelle," Dave countered. "A head start sounds appropriate to me."

So saying, he picked up the naked intern and lay her tits-up on the conference table with her head dangling over the side as she squealed.

"Mount up, Michelle!" He invited, setting Su's briefcase on the floor for her to stand on. With Candy driving the lawyer insane with tongue and fingers beneath the conference table, she really didn't need it.

"You're so right, Dave," Michelle conceded, stepping up. "I guess that's why you're the boss!"

"Well, that and everyone does what I say," Dave conceded. "Now taste Michelle's taco, then taste my weiner, Evita"

Michelle pressed her slit against Evita's face and she dutifully licked as the auburn-haired lesbian sighed in pleasure. Dave took the opportunity to grope Evita's left tit while she was focused on her first taste. Before Michelle could get too into it, though, he insisted on taking his turn with Evita's mouth.

He slid his cock into her waiting mouth, her tongue swathing the top, given her supine position. Her throat was an open, straight shot and Dave wished for her not to gag or **** as he sheathed his meat sword inside her. Then he pulled himself back out of her mouth.

"So, which do you like the taste of, Evita?" he asked.

"I...I like both!" she admitted.

"Well, we've still got a lot for you to try," he said. "Michelle, climb up on the table and teach Evita to scissor!"

"Oh god yes!" Michelle agreed, scrambling up on the table and entwining her legs wth thise of the drunken intern, pressing pussy against pussy as Dave helped Evita prop herself up on her elbows and lean back against his chest. Michelle grinned lasciviously at the intern and ground her mound. Evita moaned. Dave stroked her face and admired Michelle's technique.

"Still feeling gay, Evita?" he asked.

The drunk girl whimpered that she did.

"Don't decide just yet," Dave said. "Face down, ass up!"

Evita did as she was told, disentangling from Michelle and getting on hands and knees. Michelle started to object, but then Dave wished for her to give Evita a chin rest and she happily spread her legs and let Evita wrap her arms around her waist as Dave climbed up behind her and mounted her.

Evita moaned into Michelle's mound as Dave began to rut, swiveling his hips and swirling his cock inside her primed pussy as Michelle ground against her face.

"You know, Evita, I'm starting to suspect you're bi," Dave observed.

"MmmmMmm!" she agreed into Michelle's pussy as Dave plowed her.

Dave couldn't take it anymore. He went off and filled the drunken intern with his spooge, groaning in triumph as she came, squealing into Michelle. All in all, it was a very good work meeting.

Until Dave realized he had dropped the wishbone.