Is That Woman Giggling?

Janice was truly and playfully amused as she brought Smitty to another climax of pleasure. She couldn’t help but be amused as he came in her mouth, his heavy breathing and stroking of her head assuring her that his soul was finally faltering.

Smitty had been one of the few heavily extroverted people to hold out so long against the soulful corruptions circling the office. Deep down in his core loyalty had held precedence over anything he did. Emphasis on did.

Janice and several other demons around the office had been working on buttering him up over the last days. First just words to provoke ideas, even invitation, then touching. The day before when Smitty went to go home he crowded into an elevator already full with the Idol’s harlots. His mind forced to wonder as he felt his eyes drawn to watch multiple stroked cocks on the ride to the lobby.

His race home to see his wife accelerated by the invite Janice had given to stroke him too.

Smitty had ravished his wife several times through the night, unable to shake the desire and urge deeply seeded in his corrupted mind and body to actually feel Janice stroke his bare cock, and not simply grab his bulging pants.

Throughout the morning he had found it harder to turn away from the sex acts in the office he stumbled upon. His eyes wandering more heavily after low cut tops and short skirts, form fitting shirts and provocative cuts around bodies.

He had come to the coffee machine to actually break away from the temptations after finding one exposed pussy bent over outside his cubicle, her ass rocking back and forth temptingly as she eagerly sucked on Mitch from the next cubicle over.

Janice had laid the trap perfectly, and soon had Smitty melting in her hand, slipping down the steepening slope of want as she progressed from feeling his exposed cock, to sucking it.

She had kept her eyes locked with Smitty until clearly something else caught his eye, his drifting wanton gaze having excited Janice even more as she wondered just who, or what might be pushing him further.

Getting up off the floor Janice turned and smiled playfully at Jasmine. Strutting towards the woman she gave the stunned girl a friendly smile licking a dribble of cum from her lips.

“You have got to try him.” Janice confidently remarked raising her eyebrows suggestively as she continued as if she was going to walk by the incomplete corrupted girl.

As Jasmine’s head followed Janice she felt her heart skip, her breath stolen from gasping in surprise, her tongue tasting the cock, the cum, and involuntarily reciprocating in wrestling with the foreign intruder in her mouth.

Smitty felt his cock throb back to life, he couldn’t even begin to explain or perceive the surge of arousal as he saw Janice suddenly pull Jasmine into a force kiss, the stiffened body of the woman who watched him get sucked off sagging away as the hands that pulled her head into the kiss slowly relaxed their hold, slipping down Jasmine’s slender form. Cupping Jasmine’s ass, holding Jasmine’s hips,

Jasmine didn’t really concern herself with the slow gradual steps guiding her across the floor as she experienced the most passionate make out session ever. She had exchanged a few kisses before in her rather celibate life, but they failed to ignite a fire in her such as the woman kissing her now.

All that mattered was embracing and enjoying the lips pressed up against hers, her chin, her neck. As Janice pulled away with a smile Jasmine gazed desirous for more, enjoying the large firm grab of her ass as she felt suddenly lacking as Janice made out with Smitty, his arms embraced around them both.

Jasmine raised her otherwise inert arms up to touch and feel Janice in reciprocation, her slow cautious touch exploring very new territory as the explorations fueled her previously nonexistent sex drive. Jasmine’s thoughts increasingly embraced preconceived senses of beauty with a growing arousal.

Her cognitive processing of her accelerating corrupt perspective soon derailed as Janice’s lips met hers once more.

Jasmine gasped and moaned as Janice ravaged her with kisses, slowly pulling Jasmine down to her knees alongside her.

Breaking from the kisses Janice smiled mischievously at Jasmine before slowly moving Smitty’s cock between them and kissing down the side of it.

“Come on, join me.” Janice invited, licking from the base of the cock to its tips before mashing her lips back to Jasmine, her tongue sharing the taste of the recently lapped cock with enthusiasm.

Jasmine paused, in part surprised by the invite, and in part stalled by soulful turmoil.

Watching as Janice mouthed along the cock alluringly Jasmine felt like her next choice would be a fateful one.