Julianna, Empowered

I tapped her shoulder. She spun around in her office chair and opened her mouth without a thought. I looked down on her, her tongue sticking out and her deep brown eyes looking up at me. She was a good girl.

I unzipped my pants and thrust my half-hard cock into her mouth. She immediately started working her tongue along my head. I grew in her mouth and she inhaled, waiting for me to deepthroat her. I sunk my dick into her mouth and down her throat. I happened to glance at her desktop. She was answering an email. Her inbox was mostly bare.

The SRI is just for interns. We don’t need full-time employees distracted by stress relief obligations. She probably didn’t understand quite yet that SRI girls were lifers. Maybe she thought this was all an elaborate initiation ritual, that she would be a respected employee after she paid her dues. But there were no women in the boardroom, no women in any positions of importance. This program was set up as a perk for full-time employees, not as a stepping stone.

I rested my hand atop her head and thrust in and out of her mouth, overcome by the warm, wet mouth in front of me. She was my new favorite.

A set of eyes peeked over the cubicle.

“Do you want to try her out?” I asked. “She’s good.”

The peeping tom rose us and looked down at Julianna, guck-guck-gucking on my dick. He shrugged.

“Yeah, why not.”

He came around and unzipped his trousers. She grabbed his dick with one hand while still sucking me.

I moved her to her knees, resting on the rolling office chair. She took the other man into her mouth while I pulled down her panties. She was wearing a skirt for easy access. Her panties around her thighs, I spit in my hand and rubbed her holes. She had a buttplug in. Someone must have requested anal.

Leaning over the office chair, she sucked the man while I eased my cock inside her. Damn, she was tight. For now, at least. Once word got around that we had a tight one on our hands, she’d be used up by the end of the month.

We spitroasted her greedily, ravishing the new girl.

Another figure appeared in the open cubicle. I barely glanced over before noticing it was the new girl’s husband. He was smirking, leaning against the entryway. He rubbed his crotch and admired his spitroasted wife.