Showing Lena his "office"

They stepped out onto the IT floor together. A few coworkers glanced over—some girl was already bent over a desk getting fucked in the background—but Kurt ignored them and led Lena straight to his corner cubicle. The door clicked shut behind them.

He sat in his office chair while Lena perched on the edge of Kurt’s desk, legs slightly parted, her cum-streaked skirt riding higher. Kurt rolled his chair closer, reached under the fabric, and slipped two thick fingers inside her without ceremony. She was soaked—warm, slick, and already clenching around him from the morning’s use. He started slowly, curling his fingers, thumb brushing her clit in lazy circles.

Lena sighed, a soft, pleased sound, and rocked gently against his hand. “Mmm… that’s nice,” she murmured. “You’ve got good fingers.”

Kurt kept the pace casual, almost absent-minded, like they were just chatting over coffee while he idly played with her pussy. “So tell me about your life, Lena. What’s a typical day look like for you in marketing?”

She smiled, voice a little breathy as his fingers kept stroking that sweet spot inside her. “Work starts early. I’m usually on my knees or bent over before I even get to my desk. The sales team loves using me as their morning warm-up.”

Her hips rolled a little harder as Kurt added a third finger, stretching her. She didn’t flinch — her enhanced body took it easily, the pain chip turning any discomfort into a warm, spreading pleasure.

“After hours?” she continued, biting her lip as his thumb circled faster. “I hit the gym. The treadmills are designed for it — you can run while someone’s fucking you from behind. Then dinner, maybe a bar where I’ll get passed around a bit, and home. I live alone, so nights are quiet unless I order a late-night delivery guy to stay and keep me company.”

Kurt’s fingers pumped steadily now, wet sounds filling the cubicle. “Sounds exhausting,” he said, genuinely listening. “Do you ever just… want a night where nobody uses you?”

Lena moaned softly, her walls fluttering around his fingers. “Sometimes. But honestly? The chip makes it all feel so good. It’s hard to say no when every slap and thrust just lights you up.” She reached down, guiding his hand a little deeper. “What about you, Kurt? You sit here all day keeping the company IT alive… who do you usually fuck to unwind?”