Melissa the Accountant

As Danielle, Osman, and Lee leave the copy room, they see a figure darting around the corner. Lee and Osman quickly, but quietly, pursued. Danielle went the other direction. At the next corner, they could see it was a woman wearing a silk blouse and dress slacks. When they turned the next corner, they saw the woman had stopped, because the Asian slut was blocking her way. Osman smiled, since this was an empty hallway. The two men move up behind the woman.

It's Melissa from Accounting. She's a mousy, shy woman, wearing cat's eye glasses and her brown hair up in a bun. "I swear I didn't see you fucking. I just went in to make copies of the budget. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." She looked like a cornered animal.

"What assurances do we have that you won't blab?" Danielle said. She put her fists on her hip.

"I won't tell. I promise."

"I'm afraid that's not good enough," Danielle continued. "I think we need to make you just as guilty as we are." She got a mischievous smirk on her lips. She stepped forward until she was right next to Melissa. Osman and Lee took her lead and closed with her as well.

"What do you mean, 'As guilty as we are'?" Melissa said as her voice cracked.

"I mean, if you had sex with us, you wouldn't tell anyone, because we could just tell on you. Have you ever kissed a woman?" Danielle didn't wait, just put her hand behind Melissa's head and pulled her in and kissed her. The accountant tried to push away, but the two men kept her close. Melissa tried to say something, but Danielle took the opportunity to slip her tongue into the accountant's mouth.

Melissa melted into the kiss, resting her hands on Danielle's hips. Lee opened the door that was off to one side. Osman ushered the two lip-locked women through the door. It was a conference room. Lee closed the door and locked it. Osman was behind Melissa, kissing her neck and stroking her hair and shoulders.

The accountant gasped as Danielle squeezed Melissa's breast. Lee got behind Danielle, rubbing his cock on her ass through their clothes. He cupped her tits and kissed her neck. Osman was grinding his stiffness into Melissa's backside too. His hands pulled at the button of her pants. Lee pulled Danielle's skirt down to the ground. He started unbuttoning her blouse as Osman did the same to Melissa.

Soon, Melissa was in nothing but a plain white bra and panties, and Danielle wore nothing, since she'd come in today with no underwear. The women still kissed wildly, their lips and tongues working overtime. Melissa tentatively caressed Danielle's tits. Osman unsnapped Melissa's bra and cupped her tits, rolling her nipples. She had moderate breasts, maybe about a B-cup, and she moaned loudly at the added stimulation.

Osman lifted her across the long, but somewhat narrow, conference table. He pulled her panties off her legs. Danielle quickly climbed up, hovering over the other woman in reverse, her face hanging over Melissa's cunt.

"Lick my cunt, Melissa." Danielle lowered her hips until her pussy covered Melissa's face. Danielle purred, and Osman and Lee could both see the accountant's mouth working. Then the club slut leaned down and licked the pussy below her. It was Melissa's turn to purr.

While the two women went down on each other, Osman and Lee watched while they took their clothes off.