Two in One or the Story of an Office Romance

This story happened in real life. I only changed the names.

So it happened that the boss hired a young girl at our company "Horns and Hooves." A cute smile. Petite. A figure that, after childbirth, you can't take your eyes off. And a walk that makes your nature rise like a stake in your pants. I thought, her husband is lucky.

The girl immediately blended into the team. And although she was a lousy specialist, a lot was forgiven her, being a woman. Once, by chance, I went into the neighboring office for work, and my colleague is hiding his business in his pants, and Olyechka is licking her lips so peculiarly. Well, Pashka and I used to party together often. Milk brothers,

so to speak. And here's some secret. I understand, they have an office romance brewing alongside their joint work. I pretend I didn't notice anything and leave...

About fifteen minutes later, Pashka bursts into my office with cognac, saying don't be mad, but keep quiet about what you saw for now.

— "She's rich from this affair, of course, but she's not ready to sleep with two yet," continued his fiery speech, the "good guy." Wait a bit, he says, I'll train her a little, maybe it'll work out. Well, a month passes, then a second, but my buddy stays silent.

Everything fell into place on her birthday. Vodka, shashlik. Pasha comes up and says, "Yurich, don't rush home today. Olyechka wants us to continue the celebration in a more intimate setting in my office."

— "Got it..."

By six in the evening, we were practically alone in the office. Well, if you don't count the security guard lady. Wine flowing like a river, "Rafaelki" chocolates by the box. Dancing in turns. As an invited guest, I don't let my hands roam, but Pasha is already fully exploring his girlfriend's body. He accidentally lifts her dress to her butt, then pulls off a pirouette that lets you fully see her transparent lace panties. Olyechka clearly likes all this drunken action. She laughs, blushes, pulls down her dress, and continues to have fun.

I'm a perceptive guy, I went out supposedly to the toilet. I return about five minutes later. I hear, behind the door, they're already panting. The door isn't locked, so they're waiting.

Olya was on all fours, her red panties on the floor, and Pashka was already going at her full force. Seeing me, he nodded his head, like "join in, she doesn't mind." I lower my jeans, approach. (Specially for .org — ) And our beauty was already overcome. Her mouth slightly open. Tits bouncing. Thrusting back...

I sit on the back of the sofa, an incredible hard-on. And then I feel her tongue run along the frenulum, then along the shaft with her lips and heading towards my balls. Goosebumps all over my body. At some point, I realize the girl has completely swallowed my 19 centimeters... Just from that, I was ready to cum. But suddenly Pasha stopped.

— "Come on, let's switch, I want to cum in her mouth."

I lie down on the sofa, put Olyechka on top of me, and I watch as she handles Pasha's dick. With deep throat even. A wild thought—where does it all fit in her. I watch, Pasha cums, gives the girl a final slap on the cheeks with his dick.

— "Bitch, you bought lube..."

— "Of course, darling," she answers, not stopping her bouncing, "the tube is in my purse..."

— "Now I'm going to fuck your whorish ass, so relax..."

— "Pashenka, you promised it wouldn't hurt..." — my rider moans through a groan.

I felt her erect nipples on my chest. It was beyond my strength. Gently took one of them in my mouth. From such affection, Olya howled.

— "Yes, yes, more-e-e"

Pashka was already fully preparing the beauty's ass for penetration. At some point, I felt his member through the partition. The woman lying on me only whimpered and, for some reason, remembered her mom...

— "Mama, mommy, ah-ah-ah..."

And then: "More, more, come on, fuck me, I'm your slut..."

About ten minutes later, we decided to switch again. My member went into Olya's ass without much trouble. She just squealed and started to impale herself deeper on me. Pasha, without much ceremony, moved to her mouth.

— "Take it in your mouth, you slut, raise the tired soldier..."

Olya, without a word, started sucking. The tight girl's ass soon did its job. I discharged into her asshole. Pasha, however, tormented the girl's body for another twenty minutes. Alternating holes. During the process, Olya was overcome. And she fell onto the sofa unconscious.

Pasha was still inside her.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, clouded with a haze...

— "Well, how about it, bitch, come to your senses, did you like it?"

— "Thank you, boys, I'll rest a little..."

— "I'll give you rest, you whore, I want to cum, in your cunt..."

He piled on top of her, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Five minutes later, a spasm ran through his body.

— "Yes, yes, just like that..."

— "Now, dear, you'll service both of us during lunch..."

— "No problem..."

Strangely enough, the next day Olyechka came to my office herself. And serviced me fully. I asked how she was doing. She smiled. And, giggling sweetly, answered:

— "Everything's fine, only my butt hurts a little..."

Now she doesn't work with us anymore. Pasha says he sometimes drops by her place for a cup of tea. And they have a nice chat, the three of them. Him, her, and her husband. And her butt doesn't hurt after these friendly chats anymore...