Breakroom Tomfoolery

After another rinse, you’d both redress, and you’d gather up your bag with your work materials and all important notebook.

Setting out to leave was an odd experience as Ivy took the lead, easily overtaking you as she reached the door first grasping its handle in her nervous hunch. Then with smooth practiced precision she cracked open the door and paused. Her bunny ears swiveling to the crack then fully opened the door and stepped out, ears facing either direction as she checked the hallway before cutely nodding.

“It’s clear sir.” Ivy said.

Turning on her boots heel to face you, beaming with pride as she offered her hand out, then blushed when she looked between her hand and you, she struggled to keep her hand out. “If you’d like I-I’d be happy to guide you.” Ivy muttered.

Taking her hand she eep’d with glee almost dancing in place as she began leading you through the student reception building.

Oh, that’s what it was called; thanks new memories!

“Was that really necessary?” You question Ivy as you begin to walk together.

“Um, no. I could have requested access to the camera feeds, but -iwasexcitedtofinallyescortyoupleasepushmeupagainstawindowandfuckme.” Ivy blubbered, animatedly waving her empty hand before covering her face with it.

Toying with her you lifted up the back of her jacket and skirt to see her tail lift and excitedly wagging indicating her hopes for another round. “Maybe.” Another day you left unsaid. You weren’t going to be slipping into her tight little hole yet, there was something with her you wanted to test and the break room was the perfect place.

Helping yourself you idly groped her firm little booty, you circled your hand across the nylon of her stockings playing with her cheeks and tracing the hole that Ena tore in them. The horny bunny’s tail wiggled as her whole body quivered under your ****, her breathing grew hot and heavy with excitement. Then you stopped.

“Send a message to Ena to grab me lunch and to meet us at the break room.” You request, as looking through your bag you found you’d forgotten lunch. Might as well take advantage of a girl willing to cater to your needs.

Pouting she nodded. “Yes sir.” She cutely keened as her skirt and jacket fell back into place in favor of studying the building you were being led by the hand through.

It was a pretty classy place, large arched glass windows that using natural light lit up the hall's polished stone floors that gave everything a sense of openness. It had the grandeur quality of the older buildings, it all carried the dignity suitable for an upper-class appealing school, admittedly one with an excess of exquisite nearly life-like marble feminine statues.

They were a motley mix of subjects, scholars, warriors, chefs and more running the whole spectrum of life paths. From a classical musician sitting on a tree stump strumming her harp in only a skirt her marble breasts sculpted in exquisite detail to a dancer in a erotic and exotic arabic outfit captured eternally in a exuberant motion.

After the third statue of a woman dressed in a figure clinging dress looking euphoric as she offered up a bowl of painstakingly detailed sculpted stone fruit to an invisible master, among many more following similar themes you’d pass as you ascended a set of stairs you couldn’t help commenting to fish for an answer.

“I’m sensing a theme here.” You remarked in dry amusement as you came to a stop in front of the door to the break room that had a conspicuous example of the statues.

You gave a moment to admire a pair of rather ahistorical statues of two female knights dressed ‘plate’ armor that danced the line of titillating and stylized, they leaned on their poleaxes in sensual poses immortality guarding the doors to the staff break room.

Ivy’s bunny ears twitched happily, adoringly gazing at them. “Ah, I love seeing them every morning with lady Ena. They symbolize the feminine virtues of servitude and the ideal bettering ourselves to become the finest servants we can be for you.” Ivy shared buoyed by sudden confidence from pride.

Then it clicked and shoulders shook as you withheld a light fit of laughter. You beautiful mastermind Aki if this was what you thought it was.

“Would you say that ambition is encouraged?”

Her face full of determination Ivy resolutely nodded. “Yes sir! It’s our pride to make the most of ourselves in our talents to be the most desirable toy, from the lowliest of roles to the levers of power we exist for your sexual exploitation and service!” Ivy preened as she proudly repeated a fond line.

Good lord, it is, Aki really is preparing to fill out every kink and scenario possible for you beyond her person could provide.

And it seems Aki in the argument of: Which is better? A concubine who is great in bed, or a concubine who is great in bed and can do your taxes? Aki firmly fell on the latter side of it.

Or rather: The better is self-reinforcing generations of possible concubines who’s highest aspirations is to earn a night in your bed through worldly achievement. Oh, and who all plot your global domination if only to facilitate getting you laid.

Was this school really her only venue? You had ever growing confidence in doubting of that.

“Then what do you aspire to be?”

She squeaked as her surge of confidence faded. “Um, well.” Ivy squeezed your hand with a little smile on her lips as her fingers played with her shirt collar.

Chuckling you didn’t need her answer as you passed between the statues as you entered the break room together.

The doors opened to a brightly lit, windowless room pleasant fully furnished modern break room with all the amenities you’d need along with counters with stools, comfortable chairs, a couple TVs with a variety of game consoles and conspicuously several couches positioned to be centers of attention. Notable in its size denoting a sizable security team for the school as the dozen or so women present barely filled the room.

What wasn’t typical was the gun rack for long arms, a door to a locker room and a massive screen displaying an exhaustively detailed view of the whole campus. Numerous color-coded dots that you easily assumed were faculty and students, events were logged on a sidebar, patrol routes were shown in a digital panopticon.

Likely a pale copy of what Aki had for personal use.

Of interest on the screen were three purple dots and one golden dot. Of the purple dots, one was zipping across the campus with impressive speed, the second looked to be on the school roof and the last was wandering the library. For the gold it was a no brainier to assume it was yourself from it's matching position.

Though the room’s true eye catching feature were its occupants, a stunning array of beauties that were chatting or relaxing, who all turned their attention to you and Ivy as you entered.

“Ohoho, looks like we won’t have to send a rescue team to save you from the clutches of Ena’s bunny rabbit.” One of the guards teased.

“Rumors of my exhaustion have been greatly exaggerated.” You quip, pleased to see that indeed the security team were complicit enough to not mind you fooling around with a ‘student’. Who Ivy was likely added to it.

A ripple of laughter flowed through the women in the room as Ivy turned red as a tomato.

“That’s good, it’d be a shame if the lucky rabbit hogged our school’s only man to themselves.” A blonde security member added, you recognized her as one of the women from when you arrived.

“I’m not that bad!” Ivy yelped defending herself.

Most of the guards looked unimpressed with Ivy’s words.

“Oh please, like you weren’t staring at those couches imagining how it’d feel to have your face shoved into their cushions as he rails you.” Came the blonde with a final blow.

“Urgk.” Ivy just choked on her spit and shrunk in on herself as her ears drooped from being caught red handed in the gutter.

Leaning onto the counter the blonde looked to you with a smokey look. “Enough about her, what matters is what we can do for you~” The blonde flicked her wrist dismissing the previous topic.

Content to play along you walked over and leaned on the counter opposite her, shamelessly letting your eyes dip to her generous chest filling out her dress suit. “It’s been quite a physically intensive day and-” You mime checking an invisible watch. “The schedule looks the same.” With your co-workers willing to cater to you, it wouldn't hurt to mooch.

The blonde raised an eyebrow with a sultry smirk, her arms crossed under her chest lifting it for your ogling. “Hrm, so what would you like? A snack, pick me up or perhaps a change of partner?” She coolly offered.

Holding your hands up in mock offense. “Oh my! Here all I wanted was a coffee and I’m being sexually harassed!” You light-heartedly pretend to be taken-aback as you pull out your phone. “I might have to report you.”

Women around you scoffed and giggled around you as the blonde rolled her eyes in good humor. She reached out and cupped your chin bringing her glossy lips scarcely an inch from yours. “Then I’ll just have to convince you not to. If I do a good job; could I earn a reward?” She huskily whispered, her words dripping in salacious implication.

Grinning you touched your forehead to hers and ignored the cat-calls that erupted in the room in favor of gazing into her cool blue eyes. “Oh, I think we could work something out.” You said, then stole a greedy kiss from her lovely soft lips, she eagerly leaned into it and withdrew as ideas percolated.

She shivered and touched a finger to her lips and batted her eyes at you. “Now, you go relax while I see what we have.” She pushed off the counter and sashayed to the fridge as you found a seat on a couch and beckoned Ivy to take up the seat next to you.

Then you fired a text off for the next part of your test.

You: Naomi, mind meeting me in the student reception building break room. I’ll hold down the library.

Her response was swift, short and eager to please.

Naomi: I’ll be there as soon as I can!

It’d be a while before she’d get here as the campus was a fair bit larger than it originally was with all these additions.

With that settled, you accepted the strong mug of coffee from the blonde, taking a sip you found it just the way you liked it. “Ahhh that’s the stuff, go on take a seat.” You tell her, then hum thoughtfully. “Do you keep the recipe of my preferences?” You add from how perfectly it adhered to your tastes.

She confidently took a seat across from you and kicked back with a grin. “We have to do our best for you.” She purred, calling attention to her chest by laying a hand on it.

Relaxing you laid down your phone and began your experiments by placing a hand on Ivy’s thigh, your hand drifted up her leg towards skirt, the obedient girl spread her legs without any prompting when you reached the hem of her skirt. Touching their goal your fingers caressed the already soaked panties, rubbing the bunny’s clit through her underwear.

Moving past how close to a super-villian you felt like by having a mug of coffee in one hand and toying with a girl with the other, you studied the blonde, her confident smile on her lips and intense look in her eyes never wavered. You’d hadn’t written anything to make them so docile to the use of non-faculty members.

‘Time to up it’ You thought as you finished your coffee.

“It’s really a crime for those tits of yours to be imprisoned in that tight dress shirt. Mind popping them out, I could use some material for myself right now.”

Throatily laughing, the blonde brought her hands up to her strained dress shirt buttons. “It’d be all my pleasure~” She huskily said. Her fingers working each button in anticipation building sensuality, wobbling and wiggling them until with satisfying snaps that sent a shiver up your spine they were undone one by one. Until spilling out from her shirt was her two melons in a lacy bra that wet the appetite for the mounds it contained, they shook and jiggled as she unclipped her bra, letting it fall to her lap as her perky tracts of land were freed from their restraints.

Across from you the guard played into it, cupping her breasts she lifted and circled her sweater puppies with her hands. Her fingers pinched her stiff nipples to extract hot breaths, painting expressions of lust and desire across her beautiful face made all the more intense by her hawkish attention; her blue eyes commanding your attention, to undress her with your eyes and to keep watching her.

Your breath hitched, your chest felt tight as you marveled at them. But, before you could speak another factor of the experiment arrived.

Bursting in through the door bearing her endless energy entered Ena. “Nijou food delivery!” The tomboy announced charging through the breakroom, acrobatically dodging security guards, leaping over furniture then vaulting over the back of the couch Ena plopped herself beside you.

You tried not to laugh at the absurdity of your use of a student and daughter to the richest woman as a food delivery girl.

Glancing at the exposed breasts of the blonde and your hand, Ena grinned as she opened up the box and handed it to you. “Getting busy too huh? How about me and Ivy free up those hands so you can eat? A hardworking delivery girl’s gotta earn her tip somehow!” Ena said, giving you a cheeky wiggling of her eyebrows, she casually laid a hand on your budding bulge in your pants.

And it seems Ena was self-aware and more than happy to play into that role.

Dipping your fingers into Ivy’s mouth her tongue greedily lapped up her arousal from your fingers, then wiped them off on her skirt before digging in. “If you're offering, then I’d be foolish to not to make the most of it. Could a few more ladies join our lucky blonde.” You say; leaning back to make the most of the absurdity of it.

“Make some room on that couch.” A tall, toned fiery red hair said prying open her shirt as if it was strangling her sending the buttons of her white dress shirt flying and tossed her bra aside which another guard caught in the air before it landed on her head. She flounched down onto the couch, the blonde and her own boobs bouncing from the abrupt action.

“Don’t mind if I join this little line up lady Ena?” A familiar voice spoke up.

“Nope! I think you’d be perfect to complete this set!” Ena giggled, in joint efforts her and Ivy had undone your pants and pulled them down to free your cock. Exposed to the air your prick was swiftly wrapped in the dual grips of Ena’s lithe strong fingers and Ivy’s daintier fingers that began working your pole.

“Then it’ll be my pleasure~”

Strutting in from the side was Ena’s bodyguard, parading towards the couch in nothing but a loose tanktop, choker and pistol holster. Her hips hypnotically swayed advertising that flawless derriere as she displayed her body, taking a moment to model she turned towards you. She stretched, causing the tanktop ride up on her body revealing that flawless toned stomach and her stiffened nipples poked through the thin fabric of its straps, and trailing down her belly you found a smooth shaven mound.

Turning on her heel she bent over supporting herself on the back of the couch to give the stage to her amazing ass, rocking her body her full bubble butt cheeks jiggled and wobbled miming the act of you taking her pussy, looking over her shoulder she wore a sultry smirk.

Ena fingers twisting around the ridge of your glans setting your pleasure centered burning with pleasure and Ivy’s hand pumped your shaft in a steady pulse of spine tingling sensation. You felt Ena husked into your ear.

“God, it’d be the coolest thing to jerk you off until you blew a load all over her ass.” She bit her lip while rubbing her thighs together fantasizing about you banging other women, her hands picking up tempo around your dick as she looked back and forth between them and you.

You guess she is her mother’s daughter.

Mokoto as she took her seat she lifted the straps of her tanktop up and to the side letting the garment simply fall to her waist as a woefully inadequate yet sexy skirt.

Together three women assembled a buffet of breasts as they leaned into each other, pressing their breasts together they presented their tits for your pleasure. The blonde’s peach-skinned breasts were squeezed between the redhead’s pale white knockers and Mokoto’s olive tits in a carnal mockery of a neapolitan proudly bared for your gaze for comparison, lust smoldering in their eyes that lowered to your cock.

Finished with your meal you shifted, putting your arms around Ena and Ivy’s shoulders allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure of the two schoolgirls working your prick in a steady rhythm of sensation. It built in your abdomen, the silky skin of their hands added fuel to the heat that settled in there as your cock pulsed in their firm grips.

Ena placed light kisses along your cheek, you turned to meet her lips with your own. Not missing a beat the tomboy pressed her lips to your in an energetic kiss, before pulling back and gazing into your eyes. “You know, I wonder if each of their breasts would sound different when you're titfucking them” Ena conspiratorially raised grinning widely.

However, before you could formulate an answer a voice cut you short making you twist to see who it was.

“Miss Nijou, Miss Ivy! That is inappropriate for students!” Naomi stormed looking as furious as a mousey Asian librarian could.

‘Guess not everyone on staff is as lax about relations with students.’ You thought as you froze for a moment until it clicked that Naomi’s admonishment was solely directed at Ena and Ivy. Across from you on the other couch the three guards rolled their eyes in sync.

Ivy eep’d, her bunny ears swiveling towards Naomi as she ceased her ministrations to whirl around protectively towards.

“Whoops, looks like there’s trouble~” Ena playfully sighed unbothered, her hands never stopping their stroking of your cock.

As your co-worker rounded the couch to give Ena the most stern librarian stare she could muster. Ena just smiled and taking her hand that was playing with your balls she cheerfully waved at Naomi. “Hey Naomi~” She greeted your co-worker.

You decided to remain quiet to observe how this played out to learn more why Naomi stance wasn't like the security teams.

Naomi’s face shifted through several emotions until it settled as displeasure directed at Ena, who shrugged and kept jerking your dick in the silent stand off.

Taking a deep breath Naomi frowned. “As a student it’s wholly inappropriate for you to do this Miss Nijou! Your mother may be the principal, but that doesn’t give you license to sexually harass mister Haverty. ” She lectured, her eyes struggling to stay on Ena as they broke eye contact to glance at your cock in Ena’s hands.

“Oh, it’s some damn enjoyable sexual harassment.” You groaned choosing to enjoy the fact this had turned somewhat into a cat fight over your dick.

Coming from behind two hands cupped Naomi’s large breasts in their oversized sweater, the blonde security guard rested her chin on Naomi’s shoulder as she yelped. “Isn’t it fine Naomi? Do you remember the speech Aki gave to the staff about her ideals, if Lady Ena or a girl followed Aki’s ideals why shouldn’t we let them in on the deal?” The blonde husked as she nibbled Naomi’s earlobe.

Naomi struggled fruitlessly in the guards' powerful hold. “Ah! Don’t just share our secret agreement with others!” Naomi protested.

“Hrmm, are you telling me it wouldn’t be hot to be playing cover for our lovely stud philandering with the students?” The Blonde huskily said as a hand crept down the front of Naomi’s pants.

Biting back a moan, Naomi shook her head and pushed the blonde off of her. “How hot it’d be is beside the point! We all swore we wouldn’t let him suffer as the only man on the faculty by being surrounded by the beautiful students and ourselves! Just because Aki’s ideals are compatible, doesn’t mean we should be telling non-staff members about it!” Naomi tried to scold all the other women in the room, the security guards didn’t seem moved.

“Urgh, civies.” One member of the crowd dismissively muttered.

Ena hand twisted as it ascended and descended your rock hard cock from root to tip in a spiral of chest tightening pleasure, gliding across your sensitive skin from a coating of precum and Ivy’s spit.

“Then don’t we share a duty and purpose you know? I earnestly find it unjust for him to hold back his lusts when seeing my nubile body or other girls when we’re running around in tiny little skirts and tight shirts like you do. So is it wrong if I take it into my own hands as my duty to be his schoolgirl fucktoy, or am I wrong to believe that I deserve to be pinned down underneath him and fucked?” Ena laid out as she amorously cuddled into your side.

Naomi grimaced, yet you could see she had some agreement with what Ena said. “Our agreement was strictly for the faculty. Students are here for their education.”

“Then how about the interns, work programs and teacher assistants?” Ena fired back.

Naomi's mouth open and closed, then pouted as she couldn’t come back with a retort.

Giggling Ena offered a hand out to your flustered co-worker, her other remaining around your shaft pumping it. “Let’s make peace, even if for a moment to finish off our totally awesome stud here together?”

You were breathing hard as you’d during the argument, the pressure of your building climax was taxing you as in Ena’s dexterous hand had your toes curling in ecstasy as even in the middle of the sexiest topic you’d hear in a debate she was edging you close to pop.

Ivy’s expression that’d been adorable determined defiance shifted to unsureness, she glanced at Ena before scooting to the edge of the couch. Taking Ena’s hand Naomi quickly took the vacant spot on your other side and her hand joined Ena’s on your dick, her dainty fingers curling around the upper-half of your prick.

Glaring at Ena over your lap, Naomi’s hand began twisting, circling your cockhead into the palm of her hand, smearing it with your precum. “This isn’t over Miss Ena.”

“Heh, I look forward to it.” Ena said.

Their war of words done, their attention turned fully to your body. Trails of kisses were placed along the line of your jaw, down your neck and collarbone, their unoccupied hands ran across your chest and thighs in random patterns over your clothes leaving paths of warmth that sunk into your boiling core.

Looking ahead you could see the three guards watching the show Ena and Naomi were putting on, Mokoto hands roughly rubbed her clit and slit, the redhead bit her knuckle while rubbing her thighs together and the Blonde played with her exposed tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples or circling her breasts.

Nearly the whole breakroom was watching dreamily as the librarian and the principal's daughter jerked you off together in the midst of the armed security for an all girl’s school. Those who weren’t entranced looked longingly before trudging out of the room for their patrols or returning from one threw glances as they hurried to the locker room.

As the heavy mental fog of pleasure clouded your mind, you raised a hand, pointing at the blonde then curling your fingers towards you, your hand dipped down indicating the floor at your feet. Her breath hitched, but obedience was swift as she walked over to the spot and slunk to her knees until her face was level with your cock.

Feeling her breath caressing your dick through the gaps in Ena and Naomi’s fingers added a cherry on top of it all.

It came in a rush that left static in your vision as ropes of cum erupted from your cock the girls angled towards the blonde’s face, landing in streaks of pearly white that stretched across her cheeks or criss crossed her mouth, strands that her tongue swept into her mouth in the short reprieve until the next rope splattered onto her face. Swaying back she caught the land several strands on the shelf of her breasts, she looked rapturous, basking in the feeling of your warm cum on her body, a stray brush of her hand spread one of the fat ropes over the surface of her breast.

“Fuck!” You horsley bit out, throwing you head back into the couch backrest, the last few spurts waned in distance as your cum landed on Ena and Naomi’s hands.

Sighing in relief, you sagged into the couch as your sexual high ebbed away, you watched both women beside you bring seed coated hands to their mouth and in shared enjoyment licked their hands clean of your seed.

You’ve learned a lot and had a blast of a time too. Yet, you had more questions of why Naomi and the security team were on diametric opposites on you banging students.

Resting you mused on if you should start looking for what you’re doing after work today or maybe something else to do on the campus, it was only after lunch after all. While you pondered, both women clung to your arms cuddling into either side of you and the guard at your feet put your dick back into your pants, then placed her chin onto your leg and rested her head contently there like an adoring pet.

Ivy for her part pouted from her edge of the couch, her bunny ears reflecting her mood at missing out.