Stuck sliding together

A catsuit… That was what this miraculous device for the stirring of loins was called. Stacy could definitely feel the feline sensuality and confidence that inspired such a name. She was more than naked, as opposed to under-dressed. Her body was more on show wearing the glistening one-piece than if she had been without any covering at all. See could almost see how every curve of herself tied itself to the eyes and groin of every man around her. A parade of man meat swelled and strained from every angle as she bent and stretched, playing devil's advocate to encourage such with her new-found powers of puppetry.

Of course it wasn't long before buttons and zips fell away from those staffs that could not be restrained. Stacy found herself on rubbery knees, enjoying the taut pull kneeling enforced upon every other inch. Cocks flew at her from every angle, and she was more than happy to kiss or stroke each one that tumbled out. Even then, it seemed to be the frictionless second skin of her which drew them the most. She felt them prod and rub against it, second heads smearing their pre-cum upon her oily-black existence. They tucked themselves into her nooks and crannies, using every available avenue to wrap themselves in this new experience. The valley between her thighs became a highway to be dry-humped. The very obvious dimple of her cameltoe used to electrifying effect. The teen felt like a balloon being rubbed full of static. Her nerves all standing on end to reach out toward the next slab of meat to be rubbed against them. Everything tingled. Everything sparked. She was dressed as the night but chock full of stars…

It was that moment, of course, that a disgruntled-looking Tom Banks entered the cramped little stationary cupboard currently overcrowded by half his workforce. He was almost visibly fuming… though even he had to pause for a second and take in the sight of Stacy’s shrink-wrapped form surrounded by worshipping penises. His eyes didn’t leave the schoolgirl for a moment as he chided everyone else present.

“What are all you idiots DOING?! What part of ‘this shit has to stay quiet’ didn’t you get?! It’s five minutes into shift and now we’re gonna have to explain why the lot of you all happened to be just hanging around up here together?! Fucking idiocy!”

The boss walked forward among them, undoing his belt as he did so. Stacy could almost feel his vision creeping across the midnight surfaces of her breasts and ass, even as he continued to chew the rest of them out.

“And just what have you dressed her as?! That isn’t a costume, that’s a fucking full-body condom! How’s she supposed to walk around like that without someone calling the cops to say there’s a bloody walking dildo on the loose?! The mind bloody boggles, it really does?!”

He’d pushed through to reach Stacy by now, gently but firmly pushing her forward to bend over her usual pile of boxes. He’d somehow already acquired the bottle of cooking oil off of Ralph and proceeded to lather a handful into her crotch. The teen felt the throbbing girth of him slide up into that lubricated crevice and start pistoning forward and back. She locked her knees together to squeeze herself around him and enjoy the wall-away emotions of being thigh-fucked. She still had another cock firmly ensconced in one cheek and was jerking off two more, the perfect little fuck-toy for this cupboard full of hungry eyes. Tom Banks was not going to let them all remain and watch his own use of her though.

“Go on then! Bugger off and start working! ...She’ll still be here when you actually deserve a break. But I don’t want to see any more than two or three of you sneaking off at once, alright. This can’t become a bloody mother’s meeting room or someone who shouldn’t is bound to walk in!”

With that, a grumbling portion of the surrounding old men did indeed buckle themselves up and trail on out. Leaving only the few who were currently… engaged with Stacy’s efforts. Mr Banks seemed to stiffly accept this, embroiled as he currently was in heaving against her rear. The teen intern gasped with each thudding buck of him, amazed by how fruitful this fucking-without-penetration was. Her clitoris and labia buzzed with the squelching feeling of an oiled-up phallus sliding so near and yet so far from them. The strange rubbery wall that lay between clinging to their shapes. At a certain point he flipped her over and held her legs up by the ankles, in one hand. Thrusting between them while staring her straight in the face. He came thickly and heavily, the warm substance spurting across her plastic-coated stomach. Then he turned and left the room without further discussion. Certainly not telling her that she had to take the outfit off… despite all the previous protests. Stacy wiped herself clean with an offered tissue, as the next loyal worker shuffled into position. She glanced across at the half-full bottle of cooking oil… wondering if there would be enough to last…