The Mail Staff are Busy

Janice had plans to go places.

She took this internship in the mail room with the goal of networking into either the call centre, or it's administration. Okay, preferably its administration. Who would want to answer calls all day?

None of that mattered right now though. Ever since she returned from the morning mail pick up she found her thoughts laden with desires she honestly couldn't think of ever having had before.

She thought about the cop screening mail in the other room, she thought of the mail woman with him, she thought of Mark the other intern, and worried what John her boss would do if she got caught even masturbating to the thoughts she was barely resisting, never mind following through with the hard to resist desires.

As the last letter was trayed up on her cart she ran her hand along it. It felt strangely nicer than normal. Ok, normally it didn't really feel like anything, but now, she almost felt a connection. A desire to not get too far apart.

John placed a toner box on her cart suddenly, an action that often infuriated Janice as she was pretty assinine about how her cart got loaded.

"The toner and office supplies came in a package in the mail. That and those boxes are for the fourth floor while you're there." John commented, he was tired of dealing with space cadet interns, but he had a budget to follow and this is what he got. So one of the few pleasure he had at work, was to find and exploit that one annoyance he could among each of his staff.

Today though he found other pleasures dancing through his head. He didn't know what it was, but ever since he'd come back to the mail room his mind kept drifting. As he turned away, images of Janice stroking the toner bar like a cock took the front of his mind. She licked her lips alluringly, faux playing with the tip of one end, and then the ink exploded across her shirt. At first the ink clung to the shirt tight, clinging it against her bare body below before the top just seemed to disintegrate.

He shook his head and looking over at Mark. "Mark, that pile of boxes goes to the second floor office supplies closet." He indicated point at something to notice Janice sticking her tongue out at him childishly.

"If you're going to stick that tongue out like some slut looking for a cock to slap across your face, you might find a cock slapped across your face." John gasped and covered his mouth. He could not believe he said that. And there was a witness in the room. She could have him fired. Janice, that social climbing butterfly he kept catching chatting with senior management.

Janice could not believe the words that had just been uttered at her. Her mouth hung slightly open as she looked over at Mark to see his equal shock. What had come over John? She gazed at the middle age man, his bald head crowned with a lightening brown hair. His slender figure had little to hide in his pretty standard dress pants and shirt. Especially that bulge... Janice paused for a moment unable to believe she just checked out her boss to see how hard he was.

It was bad enough he alluded to her being a slut, and slapping a cock across her... The thought suddenly sent a chill down her spine. She unconsciously licked her lips, thinking about having a cock just sitting there in front of her face.

"Let's uh.. Pretend that didn't happen... I'm so sorry... I don't know what came over me. Its not like me." John began almost pleading apologetic stepping back towards Janice. He shifted the toner box to the spot she prefered on her cart.

Janice meanwhile was drowning. She was stuck in a cycle of asking why, but just coming up with new lurid thoughts. She looked down at her cart where John had shifted the toner. Then gazed at his hard on, pressing for all its might for liberation from the clothes containing it.

With a swift motion and a question of "what am I doing?" Janice suddenly found her hand cupping, no... Outrightly groping the bulge in John's pants. The solid mass, so soft to grasp, but contained from movement, the rigidity of it deprived from her grasp by the linen of John's pants.

John grabbed her wrist and tried to step away.

"STOP." Janice was clear with her command. "If you're going to threaten to slap a cock across my face I should at least see if its worthy of my time... Entertaining." What was she doing? Did it matter? He threatened to put a cock in her face, she should get it. She wants it. She...

"Mark, come over here." Janice stared daggers at him, quickly dropping them for a friendly smile as she wtached him awkwardly adjust his bulge. She slid her hand down John's pants, struggling past his still done up belt **** to feel the touch of his cock upon her fingers. "I wonder who's bigger." She remarked licking her lips.

Mark's remained frozen in place like a deer in headlights. He was lost in his thoughts, debating the compulsions that were shredding him apart at his very core. Here he was with a scenario that could only exist in something like a porno, but in no way could it be. Janice was usually too self important to pay attention never mind acknowledge her peers. When she talked it was all about her plans, her going places, her life.

Yet now she behaved like some lurid pornstar before Mark, her hand now freely stroking down John's pants as he undid his belt, moaning with the pleasure of Janice's touch.

"You aren't afraid of getting caught are you? We'll let John fuck me first, then he is just as complicit if not more so." Janice remarked turning and kissing John on the cheek as he turned his head to the ceiling eyes closed, mind wallowing in the growing pleasure and lust within him.

With each stroke John and Janice both fell more into the corruption of the idol, John began to grope Janice's small B Cup breast with one hand, while the other fondled her ass. "Well Mark, what do I need to do to get you to acknowledge me, this?" Janice stuck her tongue out seductively, pretending to lick along the shaft of a cock in the air as she crouched down, and pulled the tip of John's cock out and licked it.

John gasped with the sensation of now her tongue across the tip of his head and pulling his cock free from her waved it back and forth a few times, playfully slapping it around her mouth as she attempted to mouth the end of it.

Never before had Janice found giving a blow job so alluring, sure she had sucked a cock or two in her time, but never before had she actually felt not just a hunger, but a need, and more importantly a large desire to do so. She felt an exquisite tingling pleasure spreading through her tongue and lips as she lavished the cock with her mouth, she clenched John's ass with one hand to keep him from pulling it away teasingly on her again, and the other wandered her body eager for the sudden sensitivity it ravaged across her in its wanderings across her clothes.

As she bobbed up and down she looked back over her shoulder staring directly at Mark. Poor shy Mark. He must be going out of his mind not knowing what to do, Janice thought. She smiled around the cock as she noticed he had indeed pulled his cock out and had begun stroking it. She reached out her free hand gesturing for him to come hither, her hand staying reached out grasping alluringly at the air waiting for him. As he slowly came within reach she grabbed hold of it and pulled him forcefully closer, all so she could bounce between the two cocks.

She could feel a climax building in her, never before had she ever thought she could orgasm just from sucking on a cock, but it drove her more aggressively between the two cocks as John began to obviously hit his climax. As John's moaning began to peak some movement in the door way caught Janice's eye. Part of her became concerned upon seeing the figure standing there, crying out to panic and stop right away. That inner voice however was drowned with a tsunami of pleasure as the cop in the doorway voyeuring her, staring at her with his sexually predatory eyes just drove her onwards.

Before long Mark too felt himself climax, but as he sought to cum he found no release. The pleasure he had felt empathized by Janice who was becoming more sexually voracious as pleasure began to quickly out prioritize everything else in her brain. As she bobbed on Mark's cock she ripped John's pants down exposing his full manhood. His six inch cock was on par with what she had seen on most of the guys she had been with, she fondled his ball sac thinking about how much cum she wanted him to spray all over her. As she came off Marks cock she mouthed one of the nuts, her hands blindly aided by Mark in stripping his pants off.

Janice's eyes widened with pleasure as she sucked on the nut sac, she swore she could feel it swell in size in her mouth. Sure enough when she released it from her lips it was almost three times bigger than its match. Something her mouth quickly set about righting. John all the while stroked his cock or tapped it against her forehead absolutely infatuated with the look of her eyes as they stared up at him, mouth latched around his increasingly sensitive balls. Her eyes pleaded wantonly as she relished her activity.

Jeff glanced back over his shoulder to see Melissa stroking her hands across the table where they had sorted the mail. He was pretty sure she was lost to the Idol's cause but this girl... He was impressed with how much she had fallen from the exposure to the mail. Jeff wondered what about her character must have fed into her seemingly accelerated descent. She wanted power, she wanted to be more.

But more pressing was his mission here. Did he have time to be converting these souls before they spread the influence of the Idol across the building? Should he just leave them to fall on their own? Or should he call Melissa over and see if this would give her that extra push to carnality.