Fun with the receptionist

You walk around the desk and run your fingers through her long, black hair. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

The receptionist smiles and rolls her eyes in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I must not be thinking today. Hand job or blowjob, sir?"

"I think I'm in the mood for a hand job," you say. "Just make sure you aim me at those great tits of yours."

She blushes at the compliment as she opens up your fly. She pulls your cock out and spits on it, then pumps it furiously with her right hand.

You stare at her ample chest in her tiny red bikini as she jerks you off. Her slick hand feels great as it slides up and down your shaft, giving a little squeeze at the base occasionally.

"What the hell?!"

You turn and see a middle aged man in a grey suit standing a few feet away. He doesn't seem to appreciate the receptionist's efforts as much as you do. This doesn't seem to bother her, though.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm a little busy right now," she says with professional politeness. "I'll get to you as soon as I'm done here."

The man looks like he's about to blow up in rage at the indecency of your activities, so you wish that everyone who enters the building would think it was completely acceptable. He calms down, but you still feel bad for holding him up. "Miss, I don't mind sharing if he doesn't."

The man brightens. "No, I don't mind at all!" He walks behind the desk and gets on the other side of the gorgeous brunette, then pulls down his pants and hands her his cock. As the girl pumps her arms, furiously working both cocks, he asks you, "So what are you here for? You look a little young to be working at a shipping company."

The glorious treatment your cock is getting makes it hard to think, but there is a point to what the man says. "You know, you're right. I don't want to work at a shipping company. This is a fashion magazine. A fashion magazine that specializes in gorgeous bikini models. And I'm a photographer!"

Your business suit shifts to more casual slacks and a polo shirt as a camera appears around your neck. You make it so the man doesn't notice the changes, but he probably wouldn't have anyway. He's tilting his head back and moaning.

The receptionist holds both cocks close to her chest and jacks them wildly, twisting her hands and squeezing hard at random times. The pressure in your balls is getting unbearable and you can tell that the other guy is close, too. You cum and make him cum at the same time, so that you both shoot your thick white wads on her big tits. You make her have a little orgasm when the jism hits, then you make that a permanent part of her, so she'll always cum when semen hits any part of her body.

"Thanks," you say, "but I've gotta get upstairs. They're expecting me."

You step into the elevator, wondering which super model you'll be photographing today.