WORK EXPERIENCE

Author's note: Sexual harassment, sexual bullying, and unwanted sexual advances in any workplace are a serious issue that deserves appropriate sanctions. However, enjoy this fiction with its suspended political correctness because the truth may well be that we are all much more relaxed, focused and productive after good, quick, unexpected sex. 

College, Eighteen, Bi, Slutty mayhem

Rhedyn and Gage gave each other a hip bump as they entered the inner-city skyscraper.

They had scored their senior college work placement experience together. It wasn't usually done like this at their private college, but when Gage started a dexterous tug job on Max Jones, the work experience coordinator's cock in his office, he was willing to bend the rules. When Rhedyn joined Gage sucking his balls, and then both of them took turns jerking his hard knob ever upward till it blew. He agreed to anything the slutty inseparable pair demanded.

Fair-haired Gage and sassy brunette Rhedyn had been inseparable since last month's saucy school camp. They were bi-whorettes, classy but trashy private girl slutettes on the hustings for additional pussy or cock meat wherever the opportunity presented itself or where they made it happen.

Right now, they had a Monday morning work experience appointment on the thirty-third floor of the swanky new The Towers.

They just made a lift before it was about to close. A clean-cut, well-groomed dude in a spiffy Italian suit and leather shoes said to the cute, barely legal pair: "Going up."

They both twittered and gave each other the look.

The guy looked them over, remembered the stringent anti-harassment clauses in his contract, sighed and looked down.

He had a rapid series of thoughts: Screw over-zealous political correctness and the absence of playful sexual innuendo, let alone inappropriate bum pinching or soft sweeping touch of a breast leading to payouts of half a million dollars.

Yeah, it was impossible to look straight ahead at hooters or even use the word, what with their workplace winning a National award for best practice anti-harassment and an equal opportunity workplace.

But Christ, the brunette, had big tits. And both chicks had dresses highlighting their ample cleavage.

Rhedyn had big tits. You couldn't avoid noticing them. Her well-cut beige dress accentuated them. D cups and she was five eight out of heels, so they were basically at a guy's eye level, well, not quite, but definitely at the perfect height for sucking without bending too far down or not all; if the bitch cupped her nipples up for you.

It was the fair-haired one, Gage, a petite five-three with cute perky breasts in a dark navy dress, who said, "No, going down."

Now, that surprised the twenty-five-year-old in the Armani suit.

Surprised became an astonished pleasure in the quickest time he had ever had his cock released from his zipper and his pants dropped without anticipating it.

He had his back against the lift wall as the elevator sped up the levels, but his cock was nicely snared between two sensuous wet plying tongues.

Fuck, this pair were quick, dirty and hot.

The guy's rod was stiff. His released nuts getting a suck from Rhedyn. She liked balls. Gage was gobbling his knob. Drenching it in a warm salivary film and sucking along its good length.

Then Rhedyn joined her at the bloke's near-exploding tip.

Two tongues flicking in turn at his most sensitive manly spot under his glans.

All he could do was moan and moan.

"Orgh, Orrgh, Orgghh!"

This was purely a speed relationship between two mouths and a cock.

If speed dating is swift, this suck-fest was beyond how any guy could imagine two eighteen-year-olds blowing you off.

Rhedyn knew Gage had to taste cum, so she got under the dude's balls and licked his arse, perineum and nut bag while her fair-haired friend snogged on cock.

Yes, her mouth and the dude's cock blurred into one flurry and slurry of action.

With a chick doing things to his arsehole with her tongue and hitting the sensitive skin between his arse and balls and another chick performing whore class fellatio, of course, the guy had to blow.

A load that Gage was happy to catch in her cum hungry mouth, forceful and rapid and expelled like spurts from a whale's blowhole.

Ding, the thirty-third floor.

Just enough time for Rhedyn to lick a bit of cum off Gage's face and the pair to compose themselves and leave the guy fumbling with his pants around his ankles as he continued his upward journey.

The best sex is unexpected. The dude in the cum stained pants would process this alone.

The two tartlettes were gone.

The pair realised they had ten minutes before their workplace induction.

Time for a quick trip to the ladies, which was fortuitously next to the elevator.

They ignored the sign on the door: Executive W.C. and intended to get themselves looking their absolute best for the next guy they came across.

It was a neat, stylish and attractive restroom; it probably deserved to be called a powder room.

The intense-faced bitch in her early fifties, they both guessed, coming out of the cubicle gave them both the once over, complete disapproval of their marginally appropriate workplace wear.

Their short dresses, hip-hugging fabric, and cross-over tops with bras designed to leak cleavage.

And the tall girl; well, her copious mammaries were face high and given the five-foot maximum height of Prudence Smith, the Vice Chairperson of the Corporation, in flats and a lump of a grey impersonal business suit, she was about to give this obvious slattern pair a good talking too about the required dress code here.

They were work experience trash.

Twenty years widowed, Prudence, sexually repressed and the driving force behind the corporation's strict National award-winning anti-sexual harassment code, got what she had needed since her decades ago honeymoon.

Sexual attention. Hot, direct and naughty.

Gage and Rhedyn knew touch was the key. 

Touch a body, it opened.

Bodies were built for touch.

Yes, occasionally, they got an unsure, hesitant response from a girl or woman, but once someone's mouth was double pashed, their nipples fondled, and fingers went in their underwear, there were only mummers of approval.

Yes, this wizened dragon was outside their usual age range, but boy, did she look like she needed a feel-up.

Mrs Prudence Naomi Smith hadn't felt so aroused since her wedding night.

Her body was squeezed between two fast-moving sluts, but she realised her slattern self was careening through the action as it unfolded.

There was no way her body couldn't respond to the pleasure it got instantly.

Her rational, over-politically correct mind took a back seat as both her arse and pussy were simultaneously fingered.

The faired-haired lass had her tongue in her mouth. The tall brunette was nibbling her ear. She thought it was the taller girl who had a finger delving into her arsehole.

Her sad, neglected back passage that remembered stunning anal sex on her honeymoon. Her pussy was the wettest it had been in years as the fair-haired girl got two fingers crooking and stuffed deep inside her with her palm pressing into her suddenly aroused clit.

Rhedyn and Gage were having fun.

They loved catching someone in a sexual surprise.

A body ambush.

And this stone-faced bitch of a minute ago was writhing and moaning in intense escalating passion like a baby kitten caressed for the first time.

There was nothing for it but to get the old dears business jacket open, her blouse undone, and force her quite decently shaped aging boobs over her bra cups, and each of the girls was quickly licking a nipple. Sucking nipples together. Tweaking nipples together. Pulling out nipples in tandem and listening to the mature lady gasp.

"Ooh, ooh, ooohh!"

Then while Gage smooched on the duck's delighted breasts, Rhedyn dropped her dress's top, worked her massive D jugs out of her bra and smothered the possible grandmother's face in her sweet 'ginormous' titties.

Pru would have thrown the workplace sex code out the window if asked to at that moment.

The mature woman did the unexpected and started to suck on the brunette's long pink nipples and tried to squash as much tit as possible in her greedy mouth.

Rhedyn's nipples enjoyed the attention, and she was impressed by the senior lady's enthusiasm.

Gage was under the greying-haired woman's dress, ripping her pantyhose and wriggling down her knickers and, well, just eating out the vice president's hairy pussy.

That itself was a new experience.

Younger women were always very manicured down there.

Still, the soft fleshy wet bits, her moist hole and her rigid clit were found quickly enough by her hard-working tongue.

Rhedyn joined in from behind, lifting the crone's dress and delving her tongue into a soft, giving arsehole. The mature sex-starved divorcee just cooed.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm."

Her arsehole gave her so much pleasure.

For a young woman doing the dirty deed down there, she was insanely good about what she was doing to her arse.

A tongue tip rimming and sliding over her puckered slot.

Absolute pleasure doubled because the young girl at the front was hitting her clitty with the tip of her tongue at the same time.

Of course, the aged bitch came with a double-shuddering orgasm.

"Uugh, uugghh, uugghhh," — surpassing the heights of her wedding night.

The girls could have left it at that.

A lot of dirty, filthy, outrageous sex can happen in several minutes.

But it kept going as they willingly forced the old cow down on her knees, lifted their dresses, dropped their knickers and invited her to lick out their shaved pussies in turn.

Her was Mrs Pru Smith, never had a lesbian thought in her life, sexually repressed for years, flouting her own draconian sex workplace rules and happy to do so.

Both girls were moaning as they pushed and gyrated their pussies into Pru's seeking tongue.

Sleek, supple, sensitive cunny flesh meeting a teasing mature tongue.

The washroom smelled like musk perfume had been spritzed in every cranny.

Girly sex odour dually released. Rich and pungent. They rubbed their cunts in turn all over the front of the happily sullied aged vice-president's face.

There was nothing for it in the end but for both the lasses to relieve a gush on the duck.

Nubile open gashes spraying in filthy delight over a surprised, drenched, but captivated aged whore in the making.

"Eeeh, arrr," she shrieked in surprise — yet lapped the twin girly mizzle like enjoying a champagne spume. 

Prudence was now sure to prowl, capture and screw some young executive in the photocopy room before lunch.

Both college sluts already knew it.

Oh, the beautiful powder room was a soppy mess, like the fire sprinkler had auto-activated.

But the girls, already slightly late, knew they had to meet the personnel officer and take their workplace tour.

Careful not to slip, they tidied themselves and left Pru to clean herself and the washroom.

Outside the ladies and next to the lift was the floor plan, and they headed off to their designated meeting.

They nudged each other's hips and nearly said together, "It's cock filling time."

Of course, Duncan Timms was slightly annoyed the pair was late for their induction.

But as soon as they knocked on his door and entered, he was happy with the eye candy.

One hot work experience chick is usually more than you can imagine.

A pair, a tall brunette and a cute fair-headed petite lass, well, it was looking a good Monday.

And neither was dressed appropriately for this place.

This was good at the moment for perving, but he knew Vice President Smith wouldn't cope.

He was peeved he would have to waste an hour or so talking them through the Corporation dress code and sexual harassment policy, which, yes, had clauses on reverse harassment, too. However, no guy had ever complained about unwanted touching.

"Girls, girls, you're late, but sit down," he said.

He hoped they weren't going to cross their legs, or if they did, they frickin crossed them high.

Cross their legs.

This pair never did.

Their legs had a natural opening which required a regular cock.

Yeah, just getting here had both college lasses super aroused. They needed cock before their mid-morning coffee break. Besides, they weren't corporate girls; they already knew they would work together after college as high-class call girls.

A place like this could get you a client base and give young cash-loaded execs a taste they would forever chase.

Sitting down.

The girls never got there.

Duncan Timms, married with three kids and another on the way in a month, had been thoughtfully not having sex with his pregnant missus for the last two months.

He needed a fuck.

Oh, he got more than a fuck, he got two.

Rhedyn went straight down on her knees behind his desk, using his swivel chair to boob her head and mouth up and down off his quickly hard cock.

Gage had her dress down and her bra off, rubbing her tits across the surprised thirty-something dude's face.

His tongue trying to catch her nipples.

Occasionally, she let him.

The tall brunette was out of her clothes, stunningly naked, with huge boobs and a slit to die for between her open legs on his desktop. Her cunt begging to be licked out. It glistened and gave off a musky air like it had already been played with recently.

Duncan didn't care.

He leant forward and licked her flapettes and probed into her slush hole and sucked her pink clitty.

It was Gage who got the prick up and stripped him.

Three naked bodies ready for everything bodies can deliver.

Of course, Rhedyn took his hard stiff schlong between her huge boobs for a munificent titty fuck. His dick got so hard squashed up and down in the hollow of her enveloping giant chest cupcakes.

Titty fuck heaven.

Well, Gage had let Rhedyn have her tit fun.

But knew she had an arsehole to match those tits in pleasure creation.

She was bent across the corporate desk. Her bum cheeks spread. Her puckered, indented, rilled pink starfish just asked for a tongue, a finger and a stiffy.

She got them in that order.

Timms knew where he wanted to probe with his tongue. A college lass offering her arsehole to you. You bet he took it.

Licked it.

Spat in it.

Gaped it.

Ran his tongue tip around and around it, till she shrilly gasped.

"Orrgh, Uugghh!"

At the same time, the tall brunette was sucking off his nuts.

So good.

He had a finger in the fair-haired girl's arsehole.

The brunette had a finger in his arse.

Kinky but nice.

He flexed Gage's constricted sphincter and eased his spit-covered cock into her back furrow, and at the same time, the brunette slut was licking his arsehole.

Insane pleasure everywhere.

Gage's arse was smarting but delivering the goodies at the same time.

The prick was experienced enough to inch his way in and build her enjoyment, and then he started pummelling her arse.

She cooed.

"Aah, aahh, aaahhh!"

Watching her girlfriend's eyes glaze in anal attachment — starfish and pecker girdlock — was too much for Rhedyn, whose arse was being ignored.

She urged Gage, "Finger my arsehole, you skank! God, your rolling eyes— you love butt buggery!"

Rhedyn's pucker was finger spit anointed by her colluding bimbo hussy.

Yes, Duncan took her arse next — after — pounding, ram-raiding, stabbing and buffetting Gage's delectable coral pink rilled starfish. 

Perfect cock placement in Rhedyn's aching smarting sensitive arse crack.

What guy doesn't want to swap between two pretty college teenage arseholes?

And nympho minxes who shared too readily!

The brunette was just as tight, though he was taking her facing himself, easing into her arsehole while watching her pussy flex just above his cock stick work in her stretched bum cavity.

This position, he realised, allowed the minx to play with her exposed clitty and allowed her friend to face-sit her, rubbing her pussy into her girlfriend's mouth and playing with her big boobs at the same time.

Timms pounded into the tall girl's arse.

Drubbed it.

Flogged it.

Cracked it.

This was all unbelievable.

Ten minutes ago, he was waiting for two late work-experience college girls, thinking what a frickin boring task it would be; inducting them.

They had inducted themselves on him.

Fuck they were over-experienced for eighteen.

His cock was then lost in enjoying tight-arse fucking.

It was Gage who needed a solid pussy filling first.

Well, Rhedyn's arse was currently keeping her happy.

She got off her friend's face and whispered in her ear.

Then the brunette was urging Timms to try her pussy on the floor.

Two college teens were on the floor of an office.

On their fours.

Both demanding cock in their beautiful, beautiful spread waiting pussies.

Yes, a guy in his thirties could cope.

Only just.

He jammed his cock into Gage's lush encircling girly flesh canal.

At the same time, he gave Rhedyn's pussy the three-finger interview.

Oh, he found out about these girls without reading some useless resumes.

As if a resume could list their accurate skills.

Licking his lips, he imagined — workplaces insisting on a sexual resume — listing every debauched fantasy your ego craves.

The crafty middle-aged dude knew he had to pussy swap his cock, backwards and forwards between the demanding pair.

There was no other way to satisfy their growing orgasm needs.

His fingers filled the space when his cock was busy in a pussy.

Two luscious girly slits, both cock accommodating but slightly different.

Maybe it was their physical size, perhaps it was his angle of thrusting, but there is never any doubt each pussy is unique, and Timms savoured their womanly difference and their college-girl sameness.

The college work experience girls had that intuitive moment that the dude was going to cum, and both turned and took his massive spraying wad, releasing jizz jets across their cheeks and open mouths together.

It was a fair ending to their first meeting with Duncan's pecker.

Well, even slutettes need a coffee break, and Duncan was happy to join them on one.

Let's say the tour of the Corporations' offices was a slow one over the next few days. The girls got to know the entire staff intimately.

It was, however, a real pity when they left after their two-week work experience placement that the Corporations' head office overseas thought the fortnightly spike in productivity at The Towers was due to the National Award's denouncement of sexual harassment.

No — the staff at The Towers, after the girls left, threw out the manual— and started each day with an all-in fuckfest, in Pru's office— which cleared their minds for well: literally buggering and ravishing and fucking over; the rest of their sex-starved, politically over correct corporate straight-laced global opponents.