Complain to HR

You know what the laws and the company code say, but coworkers like Tom with their nasty little cocks really get on your nerves. Just because he has a right to free-use you doesn't mean his hygiene should be so poor, or that he shouldn't leave you alone for a bit when you're clearly getting into the swing of work for the day. At least bring you a cup of coffee now and then, you know? Even if he already came in it a little.

You straighten out your pencil skirt and tap-tap-tap on HR's door. You wait for a moment, the buzz of printers and distant chorus of landlines ringing filling the silence. You wait for another moment, feeling impatient, and pick out a wedgie in your stockings as you shift foot to foot. Bored, you lean your ear to the door.

Moaning. Slapping. Grunting. A yell-

You sigh and roll your eyes. Typical. Giving up on courtesy, you throw open the door. Dick, the HR lead, has Sally bent over his desk - his intern. She's desperately navigating some arcane organizational system on his desktop, moving files into folders, opening one thing and closing another, sweating through her open blouse with her pink bra pressed against the table. Dick's slacks are around his knees, his stiff rod poking out from his briefs and disappearing again and again into Sally's tight, wet cunt. The air smells humid, like sex.

"H-Helen," miraculously, Dick noticed you. Without missing a stroke, he says, "Please, take a seat. How, uhhhhnnnn, how c-can I help you? Yes... Yes, fuck yes, Sally..."

"Fuck me, Dick," she croons.

You take a seat as instructed, putting you eye level with Sally's hole getting railed and Dick's ballsack slapping her asscheeks just inches away from your face. You look up at Dick and try to make eyecontact the best you can. "I wanted to talk about Tom,"

"Yeah, you like that cock? Uhh... Yeah... Helen, t-tell me, yeah, tell me... What's going... on?"

"Oooooh.... fu-uu-uu-uuuck!" Sally's voice is muffled, as she gave up typing for a moment to bite her own hand in ecstasy. You wonder. His cock does look really thick, and it smells good too, much better than Tom's disgusting little weiner. You feel yourself getting wet involuntarily from all the stimulus happening so close to you, and cross your legs uncomfortably.

"Well, I understand Tom has a right to use my holes for his sexual gratification whenever he wants, and I'm not bothered by that, I know it's the law and supported by our company policy,"

"R-right..."

"Y-yessss!"

"But his hygiene is really not up to snuff. Plus maybe, the company could pay for some dick enhancement for him? Maybe a pump? I believe it should be covered under the ADA, to have such a pathetic little excuse for a cock."

"I-I'll look into... into that... is that all?"

"Umm... Just one thing, Dick," you say hesitantly, blushing.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!!!" Sally yells. Suddenly she siezes up on Dick, her cunthole pulsating, sucking him in tighter and tighter.

"Good girl," he growls. Then suddenly, he pulls out, leaving her limp, and grabs you by the back of the head. In one motion, he touches the tip of his cock to the back of your throat, and releases his hot load, squirting down your throathole. His dick pulstates in your mouth, twitching, and he holds it there for almost a minute until you are struggling to breathe, then he releases you. You gasp for air and splutter.

"Sorry, Helen, um... What were you asking me?"

"N... N-nothing!" you stutter. "Thank you!"