You use all three of tasha’s holes

Your cock throbs in anticipation while you scratch behind Tasha’s ear, it’s already almost 11:30 and you haven’t nutted once today. Panting with her tongue out, she scratches at her ear with her bare foot.

“Picking this up quick I see,” you chuckle. “Let’s see how quick you pick this up.” You snake your fingers down her throat and prod at the back of her tongue, stroking the walls of her throat like you’re trying to make it cum. Tasha, the newly christened ‘Office Hole,’ gags on your fingers and tries to spit you out, you grab her neck with your other hand and start fingering her throat harder. Already regretting her decision, Tasha’s face puckers into a grimace as her breakfast reappears, she leans forward and spews chunky white throw up onto the floor. You slap her with your puke-coated open hand and point your cock at her mouth.

Tasha had known this was coming all along, obviously you were going to fuck her as soon as she said yes, she just didn’t know how violent it was going to be. Hilted in her slippery, wet throat, you shake her head back and forth, taking in the juicy folds of her stretched out esophagus. Her throat ripples as she gags, her hot breath sending chills down the shaft of your cock. Your cock is rock-hard and throbbing, it’s been almost 24 hours since your last orgasm and your balls are ready to burst.

Tasha’s hands are clasped behind her back, she doesn’t know why but something compels her to submit to this degrading facefucking. Her tits bounce on her chest as it heaves, she repeatedly gags on the wine bottle sized dick that she can’t help but devour. Her mind begins to wander as she dissociates, she wonders what her boyfriend would think if he saw his queen being defiled by this scumbag consultant. You pull out of her throat, stroking your slimey, wet cock an inch from her face. Without thinking, she crawls over to the toilet on her hands and knees.

Your cock leaps with excitement as you watch Tasha wag her tight little ass at you in front of the toilet, without hesitating you squat behind her and slip your dick in between her already glistening pussy lips. She leans her butt into you, swallowing your cock with her soaking wet pussy. Her walls cling to your shaft like a wet sock, the muscle in her hole squeezing you as tight as the death grip you use to jack off at night. Moaning in unison with Tasha, you grab a handful of her hair and start pummeling her ass with your hips.

Not a single thought goes through Tasha’s mind while you rearrange her guts, nor when you dunk her head first in the dingy, piss stained toilet. Consumed with lust, she couldn’t even tell you her name as she screams into the filthy, yellow water. You wait until the bubbles stop, ripping her out of the bowl and slapping her awake. Tasha spits the taste of piss and mildew out of her mouth, letting it trickle down her chin and run down her chest. You stick your thumb in her butt, stretching the muscle of her sphincter like a rubber band.

Tasha throws her ass back against you, twerking on your big fat cock like a single mother with bills to pay. Her moans, already high-pitched enough, begin to pick up, her hand moves over her clit at a hundred miles an hour while her thighs tense up. She slams her ass into you, burying your cock in her pussy while her kegel muscles pulse sporadically. A gush of wetness engulfs your cock as hot squirt drips onto the floor, sounding like rain on a tin roof.

Tasha leans forward when her contractions cease, squeezing you out of her pussy. Smiling back at you, she grabs your cock from underneath, gaping her butthole and aiming the tip inside. Already quite lubricated, you grab her hips and sheathe your cock in her ass, practically splitting her tight little hole down the middle. Tasha screams into the toilet bowl as you tear her ass apart, fucking her butt even harder than you fucked her pussy.

Tasha’s asspussy toots and farts as you pound her tailbone, echoing off the tile floor of the bathroom. Together with the clapping of her buttcheeks, the whole office can hear the sound of you buttfucking their former intern. You pull out of Tasha’s ass and dunk her head in the nasty toilet water, getting up to piss in it while Tasha gargles for air. To your surprise, she comes back up with a bulging mouthful of pisswater, swallowing it greedily and exhaling hot piss breath between your legs.

Dick in hand, you put it on Tasha’s face, she rubs up against it like a cat in heat. You still have quite a bit left in your bladder, eager to get rid of it, you put your tip in her mouth and start pissing. Tasha, sucking your dick, gulps it down eagerly, pushing her lips closer and closer to your nutsack. Her face starts to turn red when you reach her throat barrier, she has to strain harder and harder to keep the vacuum seal around your stump. Red faced, her veins bulging from her neck, Tasha gags, piss sprays out of her nose and singes her nostrils with the bitter smell of urine.

Not to be deterred from her mission, Tasha keeps chugging along, pulling back halfway for a breath then burying her face in your crotch. Flexing out the last few dregs of piss, you start making long, slow strokes down Tasha’s throat, all the way in, all the way out. Tasha matches your movements, her empty brain commanding her to suck your sleazy, corporate dick like her life depends on it.

Now that you’ve experienced all three of Tasha’s holes, it’s time for you to fill one of them. Bracing yourself on her head, you pick up the pace of her facefucking, pulling her head towards you and meeting her halfway with your pubic mound. Your balls slap noisily on her chin. Your taint starts to swell as your balls fill up with sperm, with a roar, you squeeze her head against your pelvis, thrusting into her face with all your might. Your cock expands before squirting hot semen into her throat.

“AHHHHHH—D’UHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH,” you roar, as you squirt hot semen down Tasha’s throat. Tasha gulps your cum down effortlessly, having spent the last 30 minutes consumed by an irresistible urge to suck you off. Her throat contracts in sync with your penis like some kind of hive mind, milking the cum out of your shaft like a tube of toothpaste as it spurts down her throat. Clutching her head tight between your legs, you pulse in her throat for an unnatural length of time, to your amazement she’s able to hold her breath for almost 5 minutes. Finally dry, you pull out of her throat all out once, your cock falling limply between your legs like a loose sock. Tasha cleans your cum off of her face, greedily licking her fingertips.

A cold feeling washes over Tasha as your orgasm fades. Up until now, Tasha had been in a delirious, MDMA-like trance, craving your dick the same way you would crave food or water. But as this euphoria fades, everything comes back to her, who she is, her apartment she rents with her boyfriend that gave her a promise ring, the fact that she’s the designated office prostitute until further notice…

As Tasha undergoes her existential crisis, you spring to your feet, refreshed and totally relaxed. Cracking your joints, you put your cheap suit on quickly and head for the door.

“That was great Tasha, just great. Don’t forget to clean up in here before your next client arrives, we don’t have room in the budget for a janitor right now.”

And with that, you sidestep the long line of older men waiting for their turn with Tasha’s holes, making a bee line for your office. You pass by Maddie’s jiggling, lifeless body, still being throttled by the hideous fuck-machines you hooked up to her holes. After double checking the settings on the machine and confirming that all three reciprocating saws are set to their highest speed, you walk back towards your office.

Melissa tries to look invisible as you walk past, hoping if she sinks low enough in her chair you won’t be able to see her. Nonetheless, you spot her tawny blonde hair easily.

“Melissa, a word with me in my office, please?” Melissa’s face goes ghastly pale, her heart drops to her stomach, but she quickly nods her head and follows you into your office. She takes a seat on the other side of her desk from you; in ‘Art of the Deal’ fashion, you click your pen and wait patiently for her to speak first.

“S-so, what did you want to see me for Mr David?” She stutters nervously. Making eye contact with her, you click your pen a few times before speaking.

“As I’m sure you’re aware, Melissa, we are down sizing the staff in this office, and unfortunately, your position is one of the ones on the cutting board. Either you or Monica will be laid off by the end of the day.”

Melissa’s face turns even redder. “Sniff, Laid off?!” She whines, trying to hold back tears. “B-but… I really need this job David…” Melissa’s sniffles give way to pathetic sobs, tears flowing down her bright red, freckled cheeks.

“I know that Melissa. The question is, how badly do you need it?” Melissa already knows where this is going.

“Really really baaaaaad ahuhuhuhu….” She cries, covering her face with her hands. You let her sob for a moment and back your rolling chair out from the desk, making sure Melissa sees you take your pants off.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready sweetheart,” you say gently. Sniffling, Melissa gets up from her chair and kneels at your feet, hunched over in the leg space under your desk. From here, no one would be able to see what’s happening.

Melissa hesitates to do much more than gently suck the tip, crying so hard you can feel her tears drip onto your legs. You grab a handful of her hair.

“Is that how you suck dick with your job on the line?” You warn. Melissa bursts into more sobs, already getting red in the face and a bit snotty. She tries to deepthroat you, getting choked up halfway down and gagging. You catch her head before she can spit you out, holding her down with your hand.

“Melissa,” you warn again. “Your job is on the line. I’m not going to tell you again.” Melissa pinches her eyes shut and nods, tears dripping from her face. Scrunching her face up, she lunges for your balls, gagging hard when you pass into her throat. You hold her head down for a second, pushing in with your dick, before letting her up about halfway.

“PFFFFTUHUHUHUHUUU-KKCHHULPPFTPFTPFTPFT…” she gurgles, sobbing as she throats your cock under your desk. You pick up the phone and dial for Tom. Kristi.

“Kristi from Blowjob Universe, how can I help you?” she recites in her pleasant, receptionist voice.

“Hi, Kristi, could you connect me to Monica’s desk please?” You say, looking down at Melissa.

“Absolutely, anything else I can do for you?,” she asks politely.

“No, that will be all, thank you.” The phone clicks, you hear the sound of it ringing. Monica’s gravelly smoker’s voice answers.

“Monica’s desk, how can I help you?”

“Hi Monica, this is David. A quick meeting in my office, please?” You say over the sound of snot splatting out of Melissa’s nose.

“Oh Hell. Alright.” The phone goes dead with a click. Hanging up the phone, you grab Melissa’s head and lift your legs over her shoulders, locking her into place with a quiet ‘Ulp,’ from Melissa. Gagged and unable to move, Melissa’s eyes go wide in shock, she has no idea how long you plan on keeping her like this.