One of my workdays
AS YOU START THE DAY, SO YOU WILL SPEND IT. Simultaneously with the alarm clock's signal, my still sleepy pussy felt my friend's cock, parting my labia, striving to penetrate inside. Not fully awake yet, I instinctively moved my ass slightly towards my friend, who was lying on his side, trying to enter me. His pressure and my ass movement resulted in his dick smoothly entering my pussy, which, feeling its beloved member inside, became wet. At first, the cock moved gently back and forth (how I love these tender morning caresses), then began to speed up. I fully woke up and started energetically thrusting my ass back.
My friend, impaling me on his cock, kissed my neck and groaned in my ear — "Wake up, my fucking slut!" I didn't remain in debt — "Fuck me, fuck me, you insatiable stud!" He heard my request and started pounding very fast, while grabbing my hips with his hands, trying to bury himself as deep as possible. After about ten minutes of this riding, my first orgasm hit me, and when his cock jerked several times and shot cum, I came again. After lying for a bit, I thoroughly licked his cock clean, and he licked the cum and my juices from my pussy. We got up, shower, breakfast, I freshened up, got dressed, and in a good mood, drove to work. Arrived, one of my closest colleagues noticed my radiant appearance — "You can tell right away that your man fucked you well this morning." I smiled mysteriously at her. Went to my office (I've already earned my own office), sat at the desk and started reviewing documents on the laptop, but after about two hours the laptop froze. I called our IT guys, a young guy Oleg came over. I had noticed him for a long time — tall, well-built, attractive masculine face, though he was only 22. He fiddled with the laptop for about 15 minutes and it started working. And I, looking at him, thought how lucky his girlfriend was and, quite inappropriately, how he fucks her. I thought, and I felt a pull in my lower abdomen. Whether he noticed something in me, or something clicked in him, but he took the key from the desk and locked the door. — "Why did you do that?" He stammered — "I've loved you for a long time, and I noticed you looking at me." With these words, he approached me, lifted me from the chair, hugged and kissed me on the lips. What a kiss it was, my brain shut off, his probably did too. Our hands quickly got to work, he hiked my dress up onto my back and pulled my panties down to my knees. I unzipped his jeans, reached into his shorts and pulled down his underwear. His cock jumped out, and now I'm on my knees with his cock in my mouth. Oleg stood with his head thrown back, moaning. I don't know how long I sucked him, then he pulled his cock out, laid me across the desk, entered my pussy sharply with his cock and started fucking energetically. He fucked me for about ten minutes, I came several times, he came with an animalistic growl. We uncoupled, I sucked the remains from him, he pulled up his pants. I took tissues from the desk, wiped my pussy and tidied myself up. He hugged and kissed me — "I love you, you're one of a kind." Opened the door and left. I sat at the desk, struggling to grasp the essence of the documents, but some incomprehensible feeling of dissatisfaction wouldn't leave me. And where did this dissatisfaction come from? After all, Oleg fucked me great, I came. I sat like that until lunch. I was about to go for coffee when the door opened and Eduard entered, a colleague I've worked with for a hundred years, holding two coffee cups in his hands, a bottle of champagne under his arm. Turns out it's his birthday. We have an interesting relationship; once at a corporate party, I blew him under the stairs, and when he walked me home, he also fucked me in the entrance. Since then, he constantly pestered me — "When will we fuck normally, like humans?" But I somehow didn't have the desire to fuck him again. He opened the bottle, filled the glasses, we drank to his health, then another glass. He took my hand — "Valya, at least for my birthday, give me another chance." I don't know what happened to me, whether it was the dissatisfaction or pity for him, but I stood up, hiked my skirt, pulled down my panties, got on all fours, leaning my hands on the desk, and ordered — "Lick, and lick well!" He got on his knees and started licking. He licked more of my asshole, reaching my pussy with his tongue with difficulty. He licked for several minutes until I allowed him to fuck me. Credit where it's due, his cock was, God bless, and he wielded it skillfully; I came several times. We finished, I ordered him to lick my pussy clean, which he did skillfully. He thanked me, hoping we'd repeat it more than once. He left, and a calmness came over me. I worked normally until the end of the workday. But today is Thursday, and on Thursdays after work, the director fucks me. I called him, asked — "Should I come?" — "Of course, and quickly." I took off my panties and went to him. There, without any sentiment, according to the worked-out program: first a blowjob, then across the desk and a ten-minute fuck with a genuine or imitated orgasm. Today he was still working late, so his driver would take me home. That means I'll have to suck off this driver. The thing is, the very first time he drove me, he took out his cock and ordered — "Suck. If you don't suck, I'll tell everything about your fucking with the director to his wife, and you'll be fired with a black mark." I had to suck. Over time, I already sucked with pleasure; his cock is beautiful. Arrived home, and a surprise awaited me there. My friend's college buddy had come over; they hadn't seen each other in ages. My friend pulled me aside — "Valyukha, I bragged to him about what a fucker you are, so don't let me down." An unexpected MMF lasted past midnight. I fell soundly asleep between two men. Valya