A secretary uniform

Pulling the black thigh-highs over her long, soft legs, Jessie thought about her job. She was part of an organization that made Nutrimina, one of the countless nutritious aphrodisiacs that ruled the global food market. Her job usually consisted of typing everything her bosses dictated her, while she was simultaneously serving them as a cock-holster. She actually made good money and thus was often used very thoroughly in her apartment. Today, she was part of the complementary fuck-staff that was randomly selected when a business-partner sent a delegation. Giggling about the prospect of half a dozen men gangbanging her, Jessie picked her most elegant work-outfit: a very thin, translucent blouse that practically begged to be ripped apart, ending just above her belly-button and a skirt so thin and tight that it could pass as a belt made of grey cloth. Donning her 5 inch-heels, she gave herself a quick look in the mirror. She wondered if her attire was a bit too conservative, but ultimately decided to not mind too much.

Leaving the apartment, she bumped into a black woman whose body seemed white with the countless layers of sperm covering her naked body. Through a yawn, she mumbled something that sounded like "Best night shift ever..". Their contact actually made them stick together, building a string of jizz as they parted. Jessie lapped it off her arm, savouring the tangy aroma. She was a bit jealous but couldn't linger much longer. If she were late, they'd punish her by depriving her of cock for the day, which she had to endure once before. Never again, she swore herself that day, walking home hungry, thirsty and needy. Shuddering at the thought, Jessie hurried out of the building and into the nearest subway-station. She could also walk to work if she wanted to, but the subway was much more convenient as she could be fucked while travelling. She often was delayed as her users weren't finished by the time she reached her station, but that was the reason why she always left the house an hour early. That way, she could both fulfill her civil duties and arrive at work in time.

Stepping into the train that just arrived, Jessie looked around and spotted a young man dressed in a fashionable suit, leaving his cock free. It was a nice average 12 inches, uncut and throbbing with need for a hole to fuck. It looked like he was a bit shy, as he was only fondling the tits of a squealing MILF that was double-penetrated right next to him, while telling her she was a useless whore. He actually seemed really sweet! Jessie didn't hesitate and walked right in front of him, turning around and bending over, presenting him with full access to her wet, tight holes. She felt the need to back into him, impaling her little rosebud on his prick, but that would be male-****, a crime that was heavily punished by the government. Jessie waited obediently, grabbing onto a nearby handle conveniently placed on crotch-height for all the women boarding the train. Safety first! Suddenly, Jessie felt strong hands grabbing her supple ass, making her wince in anticipation.