Mark doesn't last very long

After a few minutes, Mark's endurance falters. You feel his telltale shudder as he empties himself into you. With one last groan, he slowly pulls his softening member out of your oozing snatch. You can feel some of his fluids, or maybe just yours, dribbling down your leg.

"Stand back up," he tells you. You do as ordered. You turn to face him. He is already zipping his slacks back up. "That was incredible..." he says to you. "Good work, slut." He begins to walk away, shaking his head slowly side to side. "Incredible... I think I may stay here after all." As he steps out into the hallway and leaves, you take a moment to collect yourself, leaning against your desk. You breath deeply a few times, thinking about what you've just gotten yourself into. You become distinctly aware that the office is quiet, and at least four people are glancing over at you. Trish and Pamela are nervously exchanging glances over at each other, sometimes looking over at you. They are probably hoping they are never made use of in such a way. Cheri though is blushing. Perhaps a slut in the making? You could look into that, you think. But fourth is Oscar. You see a large stack of folders near him, but you already recognize that look he has on his face. He's thinking about getting what Mark got.

You breath another deep sigh. You can do this. You crave this. You asked for this.

But then....