The lure and then the snatch

There was a slightly hurried moment of climax as the two of them heard the door at the far side of the office swing open. Mr Banks quite physically dragged Stacy off from the top of his desk and unceremoniously dumped her on the floor below. The girl didn’t much mind though as this happened to coincide with the instant his now eye-level cock began spurting strings of sticky reward toward her. Whether by choice or chance, she didn’t get her pussyful of baby-cream today, but was more than happy to accept a dousing in exchange. Luckily her sort of-employer had pull her shirt open to better grasp at her tits, so there was no overly obvious staining to deal with. Still, she had to stay hidden near his legs for a little while, sloughing semen off her face to lick from a finger. Mr Banks pretended to get started on the day’s work, warming up the old computer next to her, yet she could tell he was still watching fascinated as she preened. Once the coast was clear for her to sneak out unsuspiciously he let her go with just one more piece of advice.

“If you’re going to let any of the others do that Stace, I’d get ‘em to wear a cap… Not to put too fine a point on it, but it wouldn’t surprise me if some of these boys visited ‘girls of the night’ if you catch my drift. You play safe now…”

Stacy nodded thanks for his consideration… She hadn’t actually thought about that. She’d just assumed everyone who’d fucked her so far had been clean. Still, she was far too full of the buzz of being fucked to worry about it right now. She wandered out to meet the other arriving workers, giving special little smiles to the ones who knew her true purpose. A chance to fill up a few more condoms, huh? She wondered if there was a way she could get them to the tree…

The intern-of-sorts got down to task as soon as everyone else was settled into their usual place and routine. She could almost palpably taste the tension in the room as those seven pairs of eyes that truly recognised her all fought the conclusion: they couldn’t be the first to crack. Or was it eight pairs of eyes now? She noticed another young gaze glued to her every movement as she casually wandered around trying to look useful. It was thrilling, not knowing just who had been told she was free for them to claim. Who had been decided they were not safe to be trusted to hold their tongue. She had to position herself carefully… to conveniently stretch, showing off a portion of her black-nyloned legs or the tautness of cotton across her swelling chest. If she got the angle just right… she could ‘accidentally’ drop something and in bending over unveil a filtered view of her rear to those sitting right behind her. The diffusal of her tights letting only the closest gain the wondrous insight that no underwear confined the landscape of her cute little camel-toe and winking sphincter. It didn’t take long for one of them to ‘borrow her’ to help with something upstairs. She giggle merrily to consider what the others would think seeing him rush red-faced back through to collect something from the machine in the bathroom.

She didn’t let every one fuck her, trying to alternate fairly between use of all her... facilities. Yet still… once they’d all caught on to the fact that further options were available, it became harder and harder to resist. She didn’t want anyone to feel left out, after all. She was an equal opportunities piece of office furniture… It wasn’t like she found any of them particularly attractive… Except for Mr Banks and the allure of his strangely unarguable sense of power within this small kingdom he had built. They were all very sweet and thankful to her for her services though. The liberal-minded schoolgirl really felt like she was doing her bit for the community as the number of cocks she’d ever had inside her near doubled within a day. None of them quite had the youthful energy of her boys, or the despicable enthusiasm of her advantage-taking teachers. In fact, some of them she even had to really help and work with to get it up… But the slow build up of having one after another appear at her cupboard doorway; A new gleam in their eye at this teenage dirtrag opening up her everything for them. Well that sent her tumbling into her infinitely-horny delirium as adequately as any of her previous experiences. Stacy adored being utilised like this. All her true talents on full display. It made her certain that she had, indeed, found the only career path she could ever consider.