Joanna

"Thought you'd never get here Lang." Joanna muttered as she unzipped your fly and pulled your pants down to your ankles. Your hard cock has made a massive tent in your boxers and Joanna frees it quickly, putting her face to it and taking a big whiff as her hands start stroking the head of your cock and balls.

"Sorry I kept you waiting. You must have been hungry." You smirked down at her.

"Thirsty, actually... so hurry up and give me something to drink," she moaned softly, engulfing your head in her moist mouth, her tongue lapping at the underside of your shaft wetly while her hands pump up and down the side of your thick girth. The sight of your giant rod being serviced by your petite friend never got old but your eyes soon drift back to Megan taking the entire length of George's comparatively tiny cock in her throat.

"So Jon, what's with the hold-up? Traffic?" George inquired.

"Nah. Nicole took an extra minute IDing me today" you reply.

You hear an audible pop on your left and Zoey's voice saying "That's because the poor girl is sick of managing the counter out there and wants to be in here bouncing on Lang's monster tool all day." The whole office laughs and Joanna's appreciative chuckles add some lovely stimulation along your shaft. You turn your head and watch the overweight male colleague (was it Tim or Jim? Doesn't matter) slap his cock all impatiently on Zoey's face before stuffing it into her mouth again. She winces at his roughness then rolls her eyes up at you. You smile sympathetically at her. You might not know that colleague's name but some days you swear you can identify him coming around the corner by the stink of his body odor.

"Sarah wants to know when she can finally expect your expense reports, Jon." You meet the eyes of the redheaded, long-legged beauty sitting across you with her feet spread far apart on the table, and identify your manager Sarah between her legs munching away on Charlette's muff. Charlette was a woman but being bisexual she enjoyed certain privileges over the other women. George had allowed her free use of her female colleagues because he'd always enjoyed watching some girl-on-girl action. His eyes were firmly fixed on his muff-diving manager who was saying something inaudibly into the object of her affections. Charlette pushed Sarah's head deeper into her crotch and moaned "And she wants you to know how ridiculously unacceptable it is that they're two days over...over... due!" You know she was quoting Sarah verbatim because that's exactly the kind of snobby holier-than-thou tone she uses with you all the time.

You make a mental note to **** the living daylights out of Sarah in the women's bathroom later. She'd always been a snooty uptight cunt to you for some inexplicable reason. She was probably jealous her husband's cock was half the size of yours.

A sudden flailing catches your attention and you watch George shove Megan's face hard into his groin and cum down her throat. Megan thrashed wildly against him, struggling to breathe but George had no mercy. The sound of Charlette's orgasm had clearly did him in. With a **** groan you too cum into Joanna's mouth, catching her by surprise even though she eagerly drains you of your semen, moaning appreciatively over your cock.

"Well. If nobody has anything else, that's it for this morning. I'll see you guys later and as always, my door is open to any woman in need of a good fuck." George shoved Megan off him, pulled up his pants and exited the conference room quickly. He clearly had a busy day in front of him.

Pulling Joanna's face off you gently by her hair (she was still sucking eagerly and a little desperately at your cock) you pat her head in thanks and do the same.