Office Gangbang

Literotic asexstories – Office Gangbang by silkstockingslover,silkstockingslover
Office Gangbang

Summary: Evil boss is turned into company fuck toy.

Note 1: This is a 2023 Halloween Story so please vote.

Note 2: This is another twisted tale suggested by Breezy.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing.

Office Gangbang

“She’s a fucking bitch,” Randall flamed, as he slammed his briefcase down on our kitchen counter.

I’d just gotten home from school a few minutes earlier… I was attending law school. I’d had just enough time to change into my evening wear, today consisting of all red lingerie and stockings. Now I was cutting vegetables for dinner, while I asked, “She who?”

“My new boss,” he said. “Her name is Thandie.”

“You didn’t get the promotion?” I asked, astonished. I’d expected him to be in a festive mood tonight, which was why I was dressed in one of my fuck-me-now outfits. I asked, surprised by the highly unusual name, “Thandie?”

“Not only did they fail to give me the promotion, but she decided to give it to some woman from New York… who’s only been working for us for three months,” he said furiously.

“I thought Chris told you it was definitely yours,” I said, going to my husband to give him a big hug.

“He did.”

I saw the devastation in his eyes. “Did you ask her why she overruled Chris’s decision?” I asked, knowing my husband was often rather timid in the office… unlike in the bedroom, where he was always up for treating me like a slut… which I loved.

“No,” he sighed, as I held him close to me.

“Honey, we’ve already talked about your being more assertive at work,” I stressed. This wasn’t the first time he’d been passed over for a promotion. And every time, someone with more charm and charisma than my husband was awarded the plum job, even though their sales record was far inferior to his. My husband Randall easily sold the most insurance policies in his company, and even in our state.

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “But what difference does it make now? The decision has been made.”

“Perhaps,” I said, not sure about this new woman’s agenda. “But in my opinion, there’s always a way to change things.”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Maybe it’s time fore you to branch out, take all your clients with you, maybe even most of the staff, and give your upper management the greatest ‘fuck you’ ever,” I suggested, making the same point I’d made to him the last two times he’d been passed over for a promotion.

“You know? Maybe I should,” he agreed for the first time, as I lowered myself to my knees and unbuckled his belt.

It’s worth mentioning that our relationship has always centred around lots of sex ever since we first met… and almost immediately fucked each other at a frat party in front of a mixed-gender crowd. (I was attending college, while he was an alumnus of the fraternity.) We’ve also fucked in every room of our house, and on (or in) every piece of furniture capable of surviving our playtime. And while the term freeuse has become popular in the past couple of years, our relationship has always been freeuse… even though that isn’t a term we’ve ever used.

For example, I’ll suck his cock anywhere, bend over and get fucked anywhere, and take it up my ass anywhere (the latter only if some lube is available… unless I’m drunk, in which case, bring it on anyway!)

I’ve blown him on an airline while a chubby, middle-aged man in the aisle seat watched us, in a few Ubers, under tables at restaurants, in movie theatres, and many other locations.

We’ve fucked in public bathrooms, in changing rooms in clothing stores, in the pastor’s office during a church service (although we got caught… luckily it wasn’t our church, or even our city) and in city parks in semi-secluded locations.

By the way, in spite of our many adventures, we’ve only been married for two years. I’m only twenty-three, while my big-dicked husband is thirty-five.

Some of you may be judging our twelve-year age gap, but I disagree. I’ve always had a thing for older men, having lost my virginity on prom night, not to my date, but to the hot, late forties high school principal in his office, while my date was looking everywhere for me!

Older men know how to fuck. They know how to treat a woman… especially a submissive woman like myself… actually I’m a switch, comfortable in either role, but in the bedroom, I invariably submit to my husband. I’m an unashamed slut, who’ll do anything in the bedroom for my man. No, I take that back: so long as we were having sex, our location… bedroom or not… was irrelevant/

But if sex isn’t currently on the menu, e.g. in public, I’m quite the spitfire, confident in who I am, not anyone you’d ever want to fuck with… likely because of my Irish blood.

At the time of this narration, I was working on my law degree, and also interning part time with my husband’s firm.

“Do you think we could actually pull that off?” he asked.

I wished his confidence in the bedroom would translate to similar behaviour and confidence at the office. But it didn’t. Which was a shame, because he was great at his job and well-liked by everyone… which perhaps were considered character flaws in the business world… he wasn’t the least bit ruthless.

On the other hand, I’d always done whatever it took to get what I wanted… and in this case, what we both wanted.

“I know we can,” I said confidently, his rarely flaccid glorious eight-inch dick flopping free as I pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, in one smooth movement. “You’ve got the clients, the business sense, the passion, and the charm.,” I said, as I swirled my tongue around his thick cock head. I’m not going to lie, I fell in love with his thick, curved eight-inch cock before I fell in love with him. I was long accustomed to men who knew what they wanted, and took it… you know, assholes. Yet none of them had a cock even close to the sheer majesty of Randall’s. And while Randall was a good fuck, and he regularly pounded me hard through multiple orgasms, he also knew how to use his tongue, when to fuck me harder, when to slap my clit to make me scream and erupt, and also when to tease the fuck out of me.

In essence, he was the kind of man that most women I knew wanted… successful, good-looking, financially stable, and from a good family. His parents had taken a liking to me immediately, which had been without a doubt my biggest concern in the earliest stages of our relationship… would his parents accept someone so much younger than their son? They did, and I quickly became the daughter they’d never had… although ironically, they already had an actual daughter.

“Then I could do things my way,” he said, his dick hardening in my hand.

“You could take all your clients with you, and likely most of the staff,” I added, moving down to his hairless balls, and to all the juices washing around down there.

“You think most of the staff would come with me?” he asked, as I took a ball into my mouth.

I swirled the ball around in my mouth for a few seconds before responding. “Honey, why wouldn’t they?”

“Various reasons. Stability, risk, career suicide,” he listed off while I bathed his cock, which was now completely stiffened.

“They’ll follow you,” I assured him, slithering my wet tongue back up his hard shaft.

“I still don’t know,” he said. His lack of confidence was frustrating, and a bit of a turn-off.

“You need to take charge at work, just like you do in the bedroom,” I said, gazing up at him from my submissive position.

He slid his cock into my mouth, placed his hands on both sides of my head, and began face fucking me. “So,” he said, his bedroom confidence always rising once his lower head had taken control, “you want me to fuck the bitch, just like I fuck you?”

He was being playful and didn’t mean it, but then an idea popped into my head. I couldn’t tell him about it, since his dick was in my mouth pumping away, but that was likely a good omen… since this was something I’d have to deal with, because he’d chicken out like he always did whenever a pivotal and inevitable confrontation took place.

After a couple minutes of rough face fucking, he pulled me up, spun me around, bent me over, slid his dick into my pussy, and began really hate fucking me… I got the best fuckings when he was pissed off, and he took it out on my mouth, pussy or ass.

I came twice, before he unloaded a massive load all over my face.

“Feel better?” I asked, scooping a wad of cum off my face, and sucking it into my mouth.

“Much better,” he said as he collapsed onto the bed.

“When I come in tomorrow, I’ll check out this bitch,” I said, curious about meeting her. I had an image in my mind of what she probably looked like and how she’d behave… and I was curious to learn how accurate I was.

“Okay,” he said, himself again. All of his stress from work always evaporated once he’d dropped a load.

As I went to the kitchen sink so I could wash my face, I thought to myself, Tomorrow I’ll meet this bitch.

…..

Unfortunately, the next day at school I got busy working on a paper that was due in a couple of days, lost track of the time, so I didn’t make it to Randal’s workplace.

And worse, when I got home, he was already there, looking even more frazzled than yesterday.

“Sorry, honey,” I said, “I lost track of time, working on this paper…”

“She’s planning to fire a bunch of people,” he told me.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. She’s throwing her weight around like she owns the place,” he said, as he came over to me and began pulling down his shorts… he’d already changed out of his business attire.

I dropped to my knees and asked, “So what did you do?”

“I tried talking to her, but she just dismissed me without listening to a word I said,” he said, as he slid his dick into my mouth.

That didn’t surprise me. He didn’t do well with strong, assertive women… except for me. He’d been raised as a real Momma’s boy. His mother had been in politics, and she was as no-nonsense as they came.

“I’ll have to really assert myself, before she’ll take me seriously,” he said as he fucked my face.

I sighed inwardly, since that likely wouldn’t happen the way we needed it to, even if he got his balls up and actually took a stand. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t be as assertive with her and with other women as he always was with me… although I’d had to train him to become the way he now was at home. It had taken some time.

After a couple minutes, he pulled out and asked, as he pulled me to my feet and pulled my dress up and over my head, “What do you think I should do?”

“Exactly what you said you needed to do,” I said, now wearing only panties, thigh highs and a bra. I slipped out of my panties.

“Yeah, right,” he nodded doubtfully, already unsure of himself.

“Randall, you need to be as assertive with her, as you were a moment ago with me,” I said, as he went to the couch and sat down. Which meant it was time for me to ride him.

“I know, I know,” he said, “but….”

“But what?”

“She’s so intimidating.”

As I straddled him and lowered my pussy onto his dick, I pointed out, “She can’t be any more intimidating than your mother is.”

“Pretty damn close,” he disagreed, as he reached around and unclasped my bra.

“But what have you got to lose?” I asked, as I began slowly grinding on him, while he sucked on my nipples.

“I don’t want my colleagues… my friends… to lose their jobs.”

“Fair enough,” I said. Everyone who worked there were great people. The employees at his branch were all people we considered close and steadfast friends.

“And I’m seriously considering starting my own firm,” he said, which surprised me.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said. “But it will take months for me to raise enough money and to lease the right building, especially with Christmas only two months away.”

“Good point,” I said. The company Christmas bonuses were traditionally very generous, and ours paid for our annual summer two-week holiday… and this year we’d been planning an extended month-long trip to Europe.

“Yeah,” he said, “and now I’m worried she’ll fire some of us before Christmas, which will mean no bonuses at all for those people.”

“Fuck,” I sighed, as he sucked hard on my nipple.

“I know,” he said.

“Does she know about the Halloween staff party?”

“No idea.”

“She needs to. And make sure she plans on going,” I said, a wicked idea forming in my head.

“Why?”

“Just leave the details to me,” I smiled nefariously. I had a gift for turning straight women into my lesbian pets, and sometimes getting them to become complete sluts, too. I’d turned my best friend’s mom into my lesbian pet one night at a sleepover, after my friend had gone to bed. I’d also turned my favourite professor Mrs. Walker into my lesbian pet, and now she ate my pussy after school at least once a week, while I sat on her desk and admired a picture of her and her husband kissing. And recently I turned the bitchiest professor on campus into my personal sex slave, and I brought her home to be our freeuse slut for the weekend, including during Randall’s poker night. I had a gift for drawing even the straightest women into my web of seduction.

It’s worth saying at this point, that my husband and I were far from monogamous. You could even say quite accurately that both of us were often unfaithful, except that we never kept any secrets from each other. If one of us technically strayed, then when we came home, we immediately told our partner all about it, and the telling always led to our having great sex! Neither of us felt we ‘owned’ our sweetheart, which meant if one of us had some great sex with some third party, jealousy was never an issue… especially since we frequently brought our paramours home for some wild threesomes.

“Whatever you have in mind, I’m not sure it will work,” he said. “She’s a real ice queen.”

“No worries, I’ll melt the bitch,” I said. Very few women were able to resist my charms. Little did he know that one of the ice queens I’d once melted was his own mother, who’d dined on my pussy just a few minutes before I walked down the aisle… my pussy juice on her lips during the entire service… and she’d done repeat performances every couple of months ever since.

“I hope so,” he said.

“Is she hot?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, which of course told me she was.

“How hot is she?” I asked, pausing in grinding my pussy on his dick.

“Physically? She’s very beautiful,” he said. “With huge tits.”

“Interesting,” I said. My man was a tit guy, which was the asset I didn’t have much of. My tits were firm, and they fit my small, tight frame perfectly, but he happened to love big ones. And back to my point about potential jealousy, instead of feeling insecure about my so-called lack, fairly often I brought voluptuous women home to share with him.

“She uses her looks and body to get whatever she wants,” he added.

“Funny, I use my looks, body, and brain to get whatever I want,” I said. Being a typical blue-eyed, blonde bombshell, most people saw me as sexy and beautiful, but very few of them noticed I was smart. The number of times I’d gotten… in both the past and the present… looks of utter shock when I mentioned I was attending law school were too many even to begin to count.

“Yeah, you really do,” he agreed, as he lifted me off of him and placed me on the couch.

“You know it,” I purred, as I got onto all fours, unsure about which hole he’d decide to plunder next.

“Fuck, I’m such a lucky man,” he said, as he brought his dick to my pussy and rubbed it up and down, teasing me… which likely meant he was about to use my asshole, and would be using my wetness as lube. My asshole was easily able to take his dick without lube anyway… but it helped.

“You really are,” I moaned, as his cock head teased me, just before he slid into my pussy and began fucking me.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” he said.

“Just be assertive,” I moaned.

“I can do that,” he said, as he pulled out and slid his dick into my asshole, just like I’d anticipated.

“Oooooooooh, yes, just like that,” I moaned. “Be the man, and take charge.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll show her who’s boss.”

“That’s it, baby,” I moaned, as he started fucking my asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll make everything crystal clear,” he said, his confidence soaring, as he pumped his dick in my asshole. Giving him confidence was simple… just get him to fuck me. If only that was always possible.

“Good. Now pound my asshole, baby,” I moaned, not able to keep up much of a conversation whenever he was balls deep in my ass.

Ten minutes later, each of us came almost simultaneously. And as he unloaded in my asshole, he said confidently, “I’ll do it. I’ll deal with her first, and then with the head office. That promotion should have been mine.”

“Exactly,” I said.

…..

The next day… Friday… he came home and said, “The bitch didn’t even come in today.”

“Figures,” I said.

“And the rumours are, she’s going to cut the staff substantially.”

“Including you?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, “I have the highest numbers in the company. But almost everyone else is at risk.”

“Fuck,” I said.

“Well, deal with it first thing on Monday,” I suggested as I finished getting ready for a night out. We were going out to dinner to celebrate the fourth anniversary of the day we met…which we celebrated every year… which he’d remembered… although I had no idea which day we first met. He was my sweet, romantic man.

…..

On Monday morning, I stopped by after my first class, to meet this woman. I had to admit she was indeed beautiful, and she could compete with me in any contest to get men and women’s attention. She was a redhead with green eyes, was tall, immaculately dressed, and she clearly could command all the attention in a room.

I immediately knew I was going to bring her down to her knees… literally.

I went to talk to Cassandra, asking what she was wearing for tomorrow’s Halloween party, “Can’t tell you, it’s a surprise,” she said.

“Will the new boss be there?” I asked, looking over, and seeing she was looking right at me. I was wearing every man’s jerk off fantasy… a plaid skirt, white blouse, and pantyhose… sexy, yet office appropriate.

“I can’t imagine she’d lower herself to spending any non-working time with us,” Cassandra said, her voice dripping with contempt.

“But we need to make sure she attends,” I insisted.

“Really? Why?”

“Because I have a plan to put her in her rightful place…” I said, my devious smile on my face, “…between my legs,”

“No way,” she grinned. Cassandra and I had played around many times… sometimes with Randall, sometimes not.

“Way,” I responded, glancing over and seeing the redheaded beauty still looking my way. There was only one way to interpret her ongoing attention… she was enamored with me. A woman with her beauty almost 100% for sure at least occasionally had sex with women. And speaking from experience as a woman with similar beauty, lesbians, and even women who are just curious will readily succumb to your charms, or even beg to go down on you. It had happened to me many times, including just a couple of weeks ago in a Toronto hotel bar, where a woman in her fifties approached me… a stranger… and invited me up to her room. Five minutes later, I was sitting on her face in a huge suite and fucking her with a champagne bottle.

“Delicious,” Cassandra smiled, glancing over at the new bitch boss.

“I know, I really am delicious,” I smirked.

“She’s coming this way,” she warned me.

“Perfect,” I said, not turning my head at all, just waiting to see what this bitch would say and do.

“Cassandra, I don’t pay you to gossip with strangers all day,” she said, her tone authoritative. Her first move was to show her power. Predictable.

I turned around, looked directly at her, and greeted, all gregarious and friendly, “Hi. I’m Molly.”

“Hi,” she said, trying to remain cold as ice, but my bright eyes and radiant smile were hard to deflect.

“I’m Randall’s better half,” I joked, like I always did whenever I introduced myself to people who knew him.

“You’re Randall’s wife?” she asked, her perplexed face telling me she couldn’t believe it. This also happened lots. All his friends said he’d married out of his league. The age difference also factored in. So it wasn’t uncommon for me to receive surprised looks when someone learned we were married.

“I’m a very lucky girl,” I smiled. Then added, playfully, “if you know what I mean.”

Still shocked, “How old are you?”

While I’m twenty-three, I look even younger, almost always getting ID’d at every restaurant when we order a bottle of wine with our dinner. “Twenty-three.”

“Oh my,” she said.

“I know. I look even younger.”

“You look like you could still be in high school,” she said, my attire also inferring I could be attending a private secondary school.

“I’m actually studying law in college,” I mentioned.

“No way,” she said, again a common reaction… that someone who looked like me could be smart.

“Yes, way,” I said, mocking her, although I doubted she caught on. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Randall has told me a lot about you.”

“I imagine he has.”

“It’s nice to put a face with the stories,” I said, looking at my phone and saying, “I’d love to chat some more, but I need to get to my next class.”

“Okay,” she said, clearly still distracted by my beauty.

“You’ll be coming to the Halloween party tomorrow. Right?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“But you must come,” I insisted enthusiastically. She wouldn’t get that I was actually hinting she’d be coming over and over, my wicked plan gaining steam as we spoke. “It’s a great way to get to know your staff.”

“I don’t want to get to know my staff that well,” she said bluntly, right in front of one of them.

“Please come. At least for a little while,” I said encouragingly. “It’ll be a blast!”

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

“Please do,” I said, going into full charm mode. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

I then turned and walked away, giving her a perfect look at my amazing ass, sexily framed in my skirt, with the sexy seam down the backs of my nylon-clad legs.

I’d learned long ago to leave them dazed, confused, and wanting more.

Cassandra texted me a couple minutes later: She stared at you the entire time until you got in the elevator. Then she snapped at me.

I smiled.

She was mine.

That night, Randall stormed in, furious again, “Thanos is laying off half of the staff!”

“Thanos?”

“Yeah. We’ve all begun calling her that behind her back, because she’s destroying everyone’s world,” he said… having forgotten the other nickname he’d used for her last week. (So had I.)

“Funny,” I chuckled.

“Yeah. But laying off half the staff is horrible!”

“Half?” I repeated. The branch only had twelve employees.

“Yeah, which is utter bullshit, since we made a record profit this year,” he said, as he poured himself a drink.

“Did you confront her?”

“I did,” he said, “that’s how I found out how many she’s sacking.”

“And what did you say to her?” I asked, as I went over to him.

“Nothing,” he sighed, which of course didn’t surprise me. He just wasn’t good at confrontations.

“I specifically invited her to the Halloween party tomorrow night,” I said, as I squeezed his dick, which tonight was as flaccid as could be.

“Really?” he asked. “No way she’ll come.”

“Oh, she’ll be there,” I assured him, confident in my allure. “And she’ll be coming and coming and coming!”

“Oh, Molly! You’re so wicked,” he groaned, as I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock.

“Mmmmmmm, tomorrow night we’ll turn the tables on her,” I assured him, as I stroked his cock.

“Will I get to fuck her?” he asked, reading my plan from my tone… he’d already fucked quite a few women in our marriage that I’d seduced for him.

“Everyone will get to fuck her,” I promised, as I licked his shaft. “We’ll give her a special Orange Blossom passenger train welcome!”

“Choo, choo!” he joked as I took his dick in my mouth… we’d attended a couple of orgies together. I always loved watching him fuck other women, and vise versa.

We had a lengthy fuck session before we ordered some food to be delivered, and then we put our heads together, starting to create a business plan. If the firm wasn’t going to give him the promotion and respect he deserved, then starting his own firm was the logical next step. In my opinion, it was the obvious next step, anyway.

…..

The next morning I said, “See if you can find out what she’ll be wearing tonight.”

“Why?”

“Then I’ll try to get the same costume.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Otherwise I’ll just go as a sexy, slutty cheerleader.”

“Like the outfit you wore for our roleplaying session a couple weeks ago?”

“Yes, but even sluttier,” I grinned. We did some roleplaying every couple of weeks, so I had a couple dozen outfits… for almost every imaginable fetish and kink. “And make sure she knows I’ll be there.”

“Okay. And I’ll go as a firefighter… but with no axe.”

…..

He couldn’t find out about Thandie’s costume, since she was hardly in the office at all that day, but he did confirm she’d be coming to the party, and she specifically asked him if I’d be there… which confirmed what I already knew… she wanted me.

So I stuck with a cheerleader outfit… with crotchless pantyhose… and of course no underwear.

At the party, we were a good hour in, all drinking and joking and having fun, but there was no sign of Thandie.

Randall asked me, “Think she’s coming?”

“She’ll be here,” I said, ultra confident she’d arrive… showing up late was a standard power move.

Literally a couple minutes later, Thandie sauntered in, dressed provocatively as Elvira… in all black, including a black fishnet bodice that didn’t even attempt to deemphasise her voluptuous breasts.

I had to admit she looked absolutely stunning and sexy.

With everyone watching, since they all knew the plan, I went over to her… sauntered over really… noticing that she was admiring my outfit, just like I was admiring hers. “I’m so happy you could make it,” I greeted exuberantly, actually wrapping her in a hug, my face planting into her breasts because of our height difference… enhanced by her platform high heels.

“I figured it was the least I could do,” she said.

I blew hot breath between her breasts and felt her tremble. “Well… welcome, welcome,” I said, backing away. “We’re just about to start bobbing for apples.”

“I think I’ll just watch,” she said.

“Then come and get a drink,” I offered.

“Sure,” she said.

Half an hour and two drinks later, she headed for the washroom.

I followed her inside.

As soon as we were alone, I said, shifting into my seduction mode, “You’ve been staring at me ever since you got here.”

“I wasn’t staring,” she lied, as she looked up and down my body.

“No?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips. “You’re staring at me right now.”

“Okay, you’re right. I’m just impressed by how brazen your outfit is,” she said. “And I still can’t believe you’re married to Randall.”

“He’s sweet and caring, and he has a big dick,” I said bluntly.

“He’s a pushover,” she said.

I walked to her, “Not in the bedroom. He orders me around, and fucks me so good.”

“I can’t imagine,” she said.

“Oh, I bet you can imagine it,” I said, “you’ve been undressing me with your eyes all night.”

I then went into a stall to go pee.

She went into the one next to mine.

A couple minutes later, after I heard her flush the toilet, I called out, “Thandie!”

“Yes?” she asked, as she exited her stall.

“Come in here,” I ordered, having left my stall door unlatched when I entered it.

“What for?”

“I need your help,” I said, keeping it vague.

“What for?” she repeated.

“Just come in here,” I ordered, deliberately sounding impatient.

She came in, and saw me standing up with my skirt held high so she could clearly see my sweet, hairless pussy framed by my crotchless pantyhose.

She stopped just inside the stall and stared.

“Would you be a doll and wipe me?” I asked.

“That would be highly inappropriate,” she said, although her eyes were locked on my perfect pink pussy… her eyes contradicting her words.

“Oh, stop pretending you don’t want to wipe me clean…” I said, then I brought my left hand to my pussy lips and parted them wide, “…with your tongue.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, young lady,” she said, breaking her diagonal stare and looking horizontally into my eyes.

I smiled as I said, oozing with my usual confidence, the excitement of getting another pet eager to please me in my sights, “Yes. Yes, I am confident, since I’m sure you’re wet, in anticipation of eating my pussy.” I then darted my hand under her dress and to her pussy, which was, as I’d expected, sopping wet.

“What are you dooooing?” she gasped and moaned simultaneously, although she didn’t even remotely attempt to push my hand away.

“Just as I expected,” I smiled sexily, as I rubbed her pussy through the very wet fishnets, “you’re fucking dripping wet!”

Trying to recover some shred of her dignity, even as she continued letting me rub her pussy, “I’m only wet because you look so hot in your outfit, not because I want to eat your pussy.”

“Riiiiiiight,” I drawled, my tone dripping with sarcasm as I smirked at her… my hand still between her legs, rubbing her pussy.

“You’re dying to eat my pussy,” I said, but then asked, as I redirected my fingers to her clit, “but what makes you think you deserve to eat my perfect peach?”

“T-T-That’s not what I meant,” she stammered through her moans, as I played with her clit, weakening any resistance she might have had.

“No, that’s exactly what you meant,” I accused, “it’s why you came to the party.”

“And just why… exactly… am I here?”

“Because you thought you could seduce me, and thus demonstrate your superiority to my husband.”

“You could do way better than him,” she said, as I ripped a hole in her fishnets and slid a finger first inside her panties, then easily inside her pussy.

“Ooooooooh,” she moaned.

“Actually, the company can do a lot better than you,” I retorted, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Excuse me?” she moaned.

“You’re just another slut trying to use her looks to get what she wants.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing right now?”

“Perhaps,” I admitted, pulling my fingers out, placing both of my hands on her shoulders, and guiding her down to her knees.

There was a brief resistance, perhaps a couple of seconds, before she lowered herself in front of me.

“Now back to square one… clean me up with your tongue,” I ordered, as I gently grabbed the back of her head and guided her face to my pussy.

“I shouldn’t do this,” she protested, but immediately followed those words with licking my pussy.

“Good slut,” I moaned, gazing down upon her, as I slyly pulled out my phone and filmed her between my legs, lapping away.

For two or three minutes, I didn’t say a word. I just filmed and enjoyed this older woman’s tongue becoming more aggressive, and she even started moaning while she hungrily pleasured me.

“How do I taste, slut?” I asked.

“So good,” she responded without looking up at me, just continuing her eager lapping.

“Do you like being my slut?”

“Mmhmmmmm,” she agreed with a moan.

“Use words, slut,” I ordered, placing my hand on her forehead, and pushing her away from my pussy.

She looked up as I took my hand away and began to answer, until she noticed my phone filming her, “Yes, I do like being… what the fuck are you doing?!”

“Filming my slut eating my pussy,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Please stop!”

“Fine. You’ve cleaned my pussy well enough for now,” I said, before pushing her against the wall and kissing her hard and possessively, before striding away… knowing the power of leaving her wanting more… and besides, I had enough video evidence for blackmail, in case I needed it.

I returned to the party, where the dancing had started, and the gaiety had risen in intensity.

When Thandie came out a few minutes later, her face was still red, and she was clearly still rattled. She came over to me and said, “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Alone,” she said.

“Sure,” I agreed, and she led me to her office. “Do you want to finish what you started?”

“No,” she said, stopping just outside her office, but out of earshot of her employees, “I want that video deleted.”

“Why would you want that? That video is the real you!”

“No, I make other women do that to me,” she corrected.

“Mmmmmmm,” I smiled, “so you’re not unaccustomed to using your beauty and power to get women to eat your pussy?”

“And to fucking them with my strap-ons,” she said, her normal confidence returning.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I said. A new idea forming. “Want to get this party ranking as a ten?”

“How?”

“I assume you have a strap-on in your office.”

“I do,” she admitted. “Actually, I have a few.”

“Then I propose a challenge.”

“What kind of challenge?” she asked curiously, yet with some trepidation.

“We both put on strap-ons over our clothes before returning to the party, then during the evening, whichever of our dicks enters the other woman’s pussy, wins,” I explained.

“She wins what?”

“Title of top bitch, for one thing,” I said. “But also if you win, I’ll delete the video of you being my submissive cunt muncher.”

“And if you win?

“You’ll obey every order I give you.”

“That’s not very equitable.”

“Okay, good point. Then if you win, I’ll be your completely submissive slut for the rest of the night, including allowing you to fuck all my holes in front of everyone, including my husband,” I offered generously, knowing that the chance to fuck me trifecta style while everyone watched, was too precious of a prize for her to pass up .

“Fine, you’re on,” she agreed, opening her office door, but then pausing to say, “You’re going down.”

“Like you did in the bathroom?” I challenged wickedly, knowing this bitchy woman wasn’t accustomed to losing at anything. Hell, almost any guy or gal would do just about anything to fuck someone as beautiful and powerful as she was.

“That will be you very soon,” she said, as she led me into her office.

“Sure, sure,” I said, “except we both know you were completely at my whim in the bathroom.”

“A momentary lack of judgement,” she said, going to her desk and opening a drawer. “Pick your poison.”

“It’s hard to choose. Which one would you prefer in all of your holes?” I asked smugly.

“Oh, that’s adorable,” she patronised me, likely thinking her height and physical buff-ness advantage would give her an edge.

Except that I was a gymnast, in perfect physical shape, and a hell of a lot stronger than I appeared.

“You’ll be adorable with this big dick up your asshole while your employees watch,” I said grabbing an eight-inch but thin cock.

“Then I’ll take this one,” she said, grabbing a ten-inch monster… allowing her pride to supersede her common sense. If this contest ended up in a rolling-around on-the-floor battle, the smaller dick could maneuver itself into a pussy more quickly and easily than a larger one. Just one more advantage for me.

We each strapped the harnesses onto our own bodies, and I taunted, “Or do you just want to bend over right now and accept your destiny?”

“I don’t think so,” she smiled, as she admired my perfect body.

“So game on,” I grinned, striding confidently out of her office.

“What’s that for?” Randall asked immediately, although he’d seen me wearing such implements on many occasions… like just a couple weeks ago, when I brought home a hot cheerleader from college for a wild threesome, and we double penetrated her.

“The game is on,” I said.

A moment later, Thandie marched out with her massive black dick standing proud, and she grabbed a drink… with her head held high, and confidence only matched by mine.

An hour later, with many drinks downed, especially by Thandie, and only a couple of half-hearted attempts to slide our dicks into each other… although she still had panties on and I didn’t, which gave her a slight advantage… Cassandra called out, “It’s costume contest time!”

I won’t bore you with the next fifteen minutes, but it was eventually narrowed down to a final three… Thandie, Randall, and of course, yours truly.

I critiqued my opponent. “Thandie’s outfit is pretty hot, and it showcases her body rather perfectly, although the actual Elvira wore silk black pantyhose, instead of slutty stripper fishnets.”

“Says the blonde bimbo who’s as predictable as they come, in a stereotypical cheerleader outfit and crotchless pantyhose,” she rebutted.

“How could you possibly know she’s wearing crotchless pantyhose?” Cassandra asked, since I’d told her what had transpired in the washroom.

“Yes, I freely admit that I’m wearing crotchless pantyhose, but how could you have known that?” I asked, sauntering over to her.

“I-I-I…” she stammered, not having a reasonable explanation for her oops.

“Plus, I should win, because unlike your fake tits, my B cups are all natural,” I said, cupping my firm, perfect tits over my costume.

“Mine are completely natural too,” she stated.

“Sure, sure,” I said, not knowing if they were real or not, but having fun teasing her… since she was already a bit flustered.

“You don’t believe me?” she barked.

“Nope, prove it,” I challenged.

“You’d like that,” she retorted.

Sensing I might lose, and I never lost, I pulled up my top and showed everyone my tits. “You see? Real.”

“Holy shit!” Frank gasped, staring at my firm tits and very hard nipples.

“Mine are real too,” Thandie said.

I went over to Casandra and asked, “Are mine truly real?”

Casandra cupped my tits and squeezed them every which way for half a minute, and reported, “Yes, they’re undeniably real.”

“Are they, Frank?” I asked, approaching him.

“Very real,” he said, staring at them.

“Sorry, that’s not good enough. They need a fondle test from you,” I insisted.

“Ummm… Randall?” he dithered.

“No worries, pal. Be my guest,” my hubby chuckled.

So Frank squeezed my boobs for a while, and when I invited him to, he even sucked my nipples. Then he said, “They certainly feel natural to me!”

Thandie was clearly proud of her tits, and she wouldn’t back down from me, especially when I was calling her a liar in front of her staff. So she pulled down her dress to her waist, to reveal her huge… and indeed, natural tits.

“Holy shit!” Frank repeated.

“Nice,” I said pushing her against a desk, bending down, and sucking on a nipple, while everyone watched in awe, and my strap-on just happened to wander between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, even though again she didn’t try to stop me at all, and it was obvious what I was doing.

“Making you into my slut,” I said, bringing my right hand to the hole I’d torn in her fishnets earlier, and I slid two fingers inside her wet, very wet pussy.

“Oh, Molly,” she moaned, as I pumped two fingers inside her while everybody watched, and while she bit her lip and gripped the desk for balance.

Randall came over as I finger-banged his boss, while sucking on her huge, hard nipples. “Sweetie, everyone’s watching.”

Not even pausing my relentless attack on this hot bitch, and even sliding a third finger into her pussy, I replied, “No worries, honey. I’m trying to get you the promotion you deserve.”

“T-t-this has gone far enough,” Thandie stammered, although once again, her words weren’t backed up by any evasive action. So I pulled my fingers out of her pussy… briefly letting her think I was abiding by her wishes.

Except before she could react, her cheeks red and flustered, her eyes in a lustful daze, I slammed my strap-on into her pussy and said, “No it hasn’t. First I need to win our little contest.”

“Oh, fuck! You win, you win,” she babbled, as I started fucking her.

“And here’s my first order for you to obey. Put Randall in charge of the office,” I said, fucking her slowly, while continuing to suck on her amazing tits… which I had to admit were even more amazing than mine.

“I can’t promise thaaaat,” she moaned, as Cassandra came over, bent down, and sucked on the other large, exposed breast. “What are you doing, Cassandra? Stop that!”

“Shut up, bitch,” Cassandra said, dressed in an all-red, skin-tight devil bodysuit, “you’re our slut now!”

“Oh, God!” Thandie moaned, as I began fucking her faster, and Frank in his cowboy outfit bent down to replace me on the tit I surrendered to him.

Cassandra brought her other hand to the boss’s clit and slapped it, while I fucked Thandie. “Will those layoffs take effect?”

“To be honest, I can’t say,” she moaned, her entire body quaking from the multiple pleasures we were giving her.

“So if they do, who’s being laid off?” I asked.

“Yes, tell us,” Cassandra demanded, as she sucked and tugged on the huge nipple and its tit.

“Oh, God. This is so wrong!” Thandie moaned wildly, her body on fire, and her head swimming from the sexual sensations pulsating through her.

“Spill it, slut,” I demanded.

“Fuck, all right,” she moaned weakly, my dick pounding her pussy, while both of her tits were being molested and pleasured.

“Now, boss bitch,” I demanded, pulling all the way out, and slapping her clit with the dildo.

“Okay, okay,” she caved, her body quaking uncontrollably from my slapping on her clit.

“Am I getting laid off?” Cassandra asked, pulling on the nipple with her teeth.

“Noooooo,” the bitch moaned.

“Am I?” Frank asked, his cowboy hat falling down to the floor.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You bitch!” he roared.

“Who else is on the chopping block?” I demanded, as I kept pumping my cock deep inside her pussy.

“Beth, Janet, Carl, Phil and Penny,” she listed.

“And is there any chance of your changing your mind?” I growled.

“No, it’s too late. I sent those names to the head office just before I came here.”

“Well, everybody. Then I think any of you who’re getting sacked should at the least be allowed to fuck your former bitch boss. And anyone who’s keeping your job, you can fuck her as well. Or if you’d rather, you can sit on her face,” I declared.

“What the fuck?” Thandie asked the universe with a moan.

“Do as you’re told, slut,” I ordered. “Think of it as their compensation package, since I’m sure you didn’t bother to give them any money.”

“No, I don’t think sooooo,” she objected with a loud moan, as I tapped her clit with my fingers while I kept fucking her.

“I’m not fucking asking for your agreement,” I countermanded, as I looked up at Randall, who was smiling widely.

“Me first,” Frank said.

“Fair enough. Go ahead, Frank,” I agreed, pulling out of the slut. “Fuck the bitch.”

Frank already had his dick out, as he flipped her over so she was bent over the desk, and he slammed into her pussy, singing out, “Yippee Ki-Yay!”

“Oh yeah, fuck the slut!” Beth cheered him on, dressed in a cute Sleeping Beauty costume… which was rather tame, according to my Halloween standards.

“I get to fuck her next,” Janet said, removing the harness from Thandie. She was dressed in a Sailor Moon costume… including white, knee-high socks.

“Please, no more,” Thandie moaned, while Frank really pounded her from behind.

“Ride her, cowboy!” Penny added. She was dressed in a sexy nurse costume… including white nylons. She was one woman I wouldn’t mind playing doctor with.

“There are a few more strap-ons in her office desk,” I said, “just go and grab whichever ones you want.”

“Sweet,” Janet said, heading off.

“So is it okay if I fuck her face?” Kyle asked a bit timidly. He was the only one in attendance who was too lazy to wear a costume.

“No, guys! This has already gone too far,” Thandie protested, again through a collection of moans.

“Yes, go ahead and shut the bitch up,” I said, as I walked over to Randall and fished out his dick. “I told you I’d win,” I whispered.

“You always do,” he said as I stroked his cock, just as Kyle climbed onto the desk, laid down on his side, and began to slide his dick into Thandie’s mouth.

“Kyle, don’t you dare put…” Thandie started to object, but she was silenced by Kyle’s less-than-impressive cock… barely over four inches… it figured that the guy who bragged about being a stud would have a small dick… but nevertheless, it slid into her mouth and silenced her.

“Shit, she’s being spit-roasted!” Randall said in awe, as I stroked his cock.

“Yeah, but this is only the beginning,” I assured him, as I rolled my fingers over his cock head and felt a bit of pre-cum oozing out of his slit.

“The boss bitch has like a dozen strap-ons in her desk,” Janet reported, coming out carrying four of them in her hands.

“Then please give me one,” Penny requested.

“One for me too,” Beth said, each of them going over to Janet and selecting one.

“I’m about to dump my load in the bitch’s cunt,” Frank said, really hammering away at said bitch, while Kyle was still fucking her face… and Thandie was moaning like a defeated bitch in heat.

“Yeah, fill that cunt right up,” Cassandra encouraged him, taking a strap-on for herself.

“Please, no!” Thandie moaned, although her plea was stifled by Kyle’s cock fucking her face.

“Too late,” Frank said uncaringly, as he grunted and dropped a load into the bitch’s pussy.

“Good job, Frank. Now it’s my turn,” Janet said, with a fat black cock strapped around her hips. Then she pulled Frank backwards and out of the slut’s pussy, and slammed her borrowed dick into the bitch.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck her good and hard,” Casandra whooped, as she fastened a strap-on harness to her loins.

Randall removed my short and flimsy excuse for a skirt so everyone could admire my wares, but he left my strap-on in place, so I was now stark naked except for that, plus my crotchless pantyhose and high heels. Then he slid his dick into my pussy, as we watched the corruption of his so-called boss.

“Don’t come too soon,” I whispered, “you need a turn, too.”

“I’m sure I can dump one into you, and another one in her asshole,” he assured me, as he ever so slowly fucked me.

“That’s the self-assured Randall I want to see,” I said, as Kyle grunted, and shot a load in her mouth.

When he pulled out a minute later, Janet really giving it to her from behind, Gwen hopped onto the desk and slithered her pussy close to the moaning bitch, as the bitch pleaded, “Please, no more, you all win!”

“Yeah? What do we win?” I asked.

“Oh fuck,” Thandie moaned, just before Gwen grabbed her head and shoved it against her pussy.

“Shut the fuck up, and eat me,” Gwen demanded.

“Hear that everyone?” I asked, “She said she wants everyone to fuck her.”

“And I want to fuck someone too,” Cassandra said, going behind Janet while she discarded her short skirt and panties.

“What the hell are you doing?” Janet asked, as she stopped fucking deep inside the so-called boss.

“I’ll be fucking you while you keep fucking her,” Cassandra said, as she pulled Janet’s panties to the side, and slid her dick inside her colleague.

“Oh, fuck,” Janet moaned, “you’re a nasty bitch.”

“You know it,” Cassandra agreed, as she began fucking her friend.

“Shit!” Randall exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s hot,” I said. I leaned back and asked him, “what would you think about joining the train?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll fuck Cass and you’ll fuck me,” I suggested. I didn’t wait for an answer, but just left him behind to catch the train. His dick slid out of me, but I was confident he’d soon follow me, and slide back into my wet, needy pussy.

“You little brat,” Cassandra said, as I came up behind her.

“I’m just following your lead, conductor,” I said, as I positioned my dick against her pussy… she’d conveniently discarded her panties at some point.

“Mmmmmm, then just slide inside my pussy, and I’ll punch your ticket, you sexy passenger,” Cassandra quipped, and I did just that… slid my plastic dick inside of her. “Ooooooohhhhhh,” she moaned.

“Did I hear ‘all aboard’?” Randall asked, as he slid into my pussy.

“All right, I’m the engineer, since I’m the one shoveling coal into our slut locomotive,” Janet staked her claim. “And If we’re all going to do this, then let’s do it right.”

“Yes, lets,” we other three agreed in unison.

“On three, everyone pull back, and then lunge forward simultaneously,” Janet said, taking her engineering duties seriously.

“Choo, choo!” my husband said obnoxiously.

“One, two, three… and lunge!” Janet counted, and we all pulled back, and then piled forward.

There were lots of moans, and Gwen ordered, “Don’t stop sucking my clit, you dumb fucking bitch!”

It took the four of us a dozen-plus tries, but eventually we became a well-oiled machine, rolling smoothly down the tracks, as everyone’s wild moans joined in a crescendo.

I looked around, and Beth was jerking of Carl and Phil, as the three watched us. Meanwhile, David was stroking his own dick, Deirdre was watching us intently, and only Penny was nowhere to be seen.

Frank and Kyle were nursing their mixed drinks and watching, their now flaccid dicks still out in the open.

“Oh, fuck yes! Eat my pussy, you nasty slut… fucking eat it!” Gwen bellowed. She was very close to coming.

A couple minutes later, one of us fucked up and disrupted the locomotion choreography… sorry, my bad… since I was distracted by the sight of Beth sucking Carl. Phil spoke up, “It’s my turn to fuck the bitch boss.”

While we all disengaged, Gwen screamed, “I’m coming ON YOUR FACE, you slut!”

“Let’s get her down on the floor,” Phil said, as he grabbed Thandie by the hips and pulled her away from the desk and down on all fours.

“Okay, but roll her onto her back, so I can sit on her fucking face,” Deirdre requested.

“Everyone, please! This has gone way too far,” Thandie protested. But her plea was no more than words, as she willingly rolled onto her back, raised her knees, and spread her legs.

“Says she, as she assumes the perfect position for both activities,” Deirdre pointed out, laughing as she stood straddling her head.

“You do want this dick inside your twat, don’t you, boss bitch?” Phil asked, as he laid down between her parted legs.

“Whatever, just get it over with,” Thandie said, as if she didn’t want it, but she was fooling nobody.

Phil slapped her clit with his fat cock head, as Deirdre lowered her pussy closer to her face.

“Ooooooh,” the fake Elvira moaned.

“You really do want it, don’t you?” Phil asked, showing an impressive level of dominance for someone I’d always thought was rather meek.

“Just shove it in,” she moaned impatiently.

“Nope. If you want it, you’ve got to tell me you want it,” Phil insisted, stroking his dick up and down along the outside of her soaking wet pussy lips, while Deirdre positioned her twat a couple inches above her face, and we couldn’t see her facial expressions of frustration, but we could hear how she was feeling.

“Fine! I want your dick, is that what you want to hear?” she asked, frustrated and humiliated. “Now shove that dick inside my pussy!”

“As you wish, boss,” he said sarcastically, and he slid his dick into her pussy, while she moaned enthusiastically.

“And how about me?” Deirdre demanded harshly. “Do you want to eat my box, or don’t you?”

“Gawd, how could I not? Yes, PLEASE sit on my face!” She emitted another moan, as Deirdre compliantly sat down on her face.

“Fuck, how did you do that to her?” my husband asked, cupping my bare tits from behind, while Cassandra came over to me.

“Mind if I have a snack?” she asked, dropping in front of me.

“Go ahead,” Randall offered generously.

“And do you mind if I have a go with your husband?” Beth asked me.

“Please do. Be my guest,” I said, and he turned away from me so she could drop down and take his cock into her mouth.

“Oh, yeah! Eat my pussy, boss bitch,” Deirdre growled, as she slowly ground on our bottom bitch’s face.

“Mmmmmm, how’s she doing?” I asked Randall, as Beth sucked his dick.

“She’s damn good,” he said, so I reached over and pushed her head forward so she’d take all eight inches of his dick into her mouth, with almost half of it down her throat.

“Oh yeah, fuck her good!” Deirdre encouraged Phil, as she continued grinding on Thandie’s face.

“Give it to her,” Penny said, having returned from wherever she’d been, and grabbing one of the boss’s legs, then pulling it up and to the side.

“Give me her other leg?” Deirdre requested.

Phil pulled up Thandie’s other leg, and soon her legs were being pulled apart like a wishbone … Penny pulling to the right, while Deirdre pulled the other leg to her left.

“Oooooh,” Thandie moaned. She was being fucked and used like a Barbie Doll, with no control at all over what was happening to her.

“I want to watch you fuck her now,” I said to my husband, as Cassandra continued slowly licking my pussy.

“Who am I fucking… Beth or Thanos?” he asked.

“Beth, for now,” I said.

“Really?! Yes please, fuck me!” Beth chimed in, looking up hungrily.

“Then come over here, sit on my lap and ride me,” he instructed, as he sat down on a nearby leather couch.

“Can do!” Beth said. She quickly complied, and was soon riding my husband.

“Oh fuck,” Deirdre said, as she leaned way back, pulling Thandie’s leg with her as she went.

A minute later, Deirdre rolled off of Thandie’s face, and Thandie used her suddenly unused mouth to beg, “Harder, Phil. Fuck me harder!”

“You want it hard, slut?” Phil asked, looking so goofy dressed as Dr. Emmett Brown (“Doc”), from the Back to the Future trilogy of movies… white lab coat, haystack hair and all.

“Yes, fuck me like a cheap slut!” she urged. So he obliged, and her tits bounced all over the place… demonstrating they were 100% natural.

“Oh, yeah. Give it to her!” Penny sang out.

“Oh, fuck! Your husband has such a wonderfully big dick,” Beth moaned, really bouncing on his dick, her strap-on flying every which way while she did.

“I know,” I said, then I turned my attention from her to the wildly moaning boss.

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck-fuck-fuck!” Thandie screamed, as her orgasm hit her.

“Oh, fuck!” Phil grunted a few strokes later, then he pulled out, aimed his cock at the boss’s face, and blasted a load all over it.

“Phil, you fucker!” she objected insincerely as she received the facial.

“So hot,” Penny said, admiring the sight.

“Now get on all fours, slut,” David said. He’d been surprisingly quiet during this gangbang that was turning into an orgy… as Frank slid his cock into Janet’s willing mouth.

“Nope. I’m done,” Thandie refused.

“Nope yourself. You’re not done until we’ve all had a go with you,” Penny overruled her.

“Please, no more,” she begged.

But David flipped her onto her knees, so Thandie reluctantly pushed herself up onto all fours.

“My turn now!” Penny said, as she hopped over behind the still slightly trembling, well-fucked boss, and slid right into her.

“Oh, fuck!” Thandie moaned, just before David slid his homegrown sword into her open mouth, and another spit-roast began.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” Beth moaned, and I looked over to see she was now lying on her side, with my husband giving it to her from behind, while he held one of her legs high in the air.

“Drop a load into her,” I urged him, as I pulled Cassandra’s face deeper into my burning pussy. She’d been teasing me relentlessly with her slow, meandering tongue, and I was ready to heat things up.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” Beth demanded, her orgasm about to erupt.

“Yeah, take my dick,” Penny growled to Thandie. “You fucked with us, now we’re fucking you!”

“Yeah, and now you can do all the work,” David added, tapping her head.

Thandie silently obeyed by starting to bounce back on Penny’s dick, and then surging forward, to deep throat David’s six-inch member.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes-yes-yes-yes, yeeeeeees!” Beth babbled faster and faster, as she came on my husband’s big, fucking dick.

“Mmmmmmm,” I purred, as I watched him giving it to her.

I could tell from his expression that he was close too, and sure enough, a moment later, he grunted through a few more strokes and dumped his load inside the pretty (but chubby) woman.

“Yes! Fill me up,” Beth moaned, just as I began grinding exuberantly on Cassandra’s face.

Janet was bent over the same desk she’d fucked Thandie on, and now she was getting back shots from Frank, while Carl, who ironically hadn’t taken part in the train action, even though he was dressed as a train conductor, was getting a slow but steady blow job from Gwen.

“Jesus! Our bitch boss can really suck dick!” David moaned. Thandie had gotten into a wild rhythm, hammering herself back and forth like a fucking rocking horse.

“Yeah, this is exactly where she belongs,” Penny chortled, “our utter bottom bitch.”

Beth had collapsed onto the couch, and Deirdre crawled up to her leaking pussy and dove right in… to dine on the cream pie my husband had just left behind.

“Oh, Deirdre,’ Beth moaned.

“I’m very hungry,” Deirdre said, as she lapped up my husband’s cum.

“I’m going to come,” David warned a couple minutes later, and he dropped his load inside the caboose named Thandie, who’d been really chugging on the two dicks.

“My turn…” Carl said. “…to fuck her pussy.”

“Fine by me,” Penny said, as she pulled out. “I need a guy’s dick right now anyway. Kyle, get over here and fuck me,” she ordered, and she hopped onto the desk next to Janet, who was getting it good.

Although I was close, I ordered Cassandra, as David pulled out, “go face fuck our boss.”

“Gladly,” she said, sucking hard on my clit once, before crawling over to her.

“Oh fuck,” Thandie moaned, as Carl started pounding her from behind.

“You like that, slut?” Carl asked.

“Yes, I fucking love it,” she responded honestly, having finaly stopped pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself.

“Going forward, do you want to be our company cum bucket?” he asked.

“Yes! Just don’t stop pounding my pussy,” she begged, her tits flying all over the place. He was pulling her hair while he fucked her, just as Cassandra offered her dick to the company’s bottom slut.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” Janet moaned, receiving a bunch of back shots.

“Just eat me, Kyle, your dick is too fucking small for fucking,” Penny ordered dismissively.

“Jesus!” Kyle said, just as Cassandra slid her dick into the boss’s mouth and began face fucking her. This time Cassandra and Carl were the ones doing the fucking, while Thandie braced herself on all fours, taking dicks in both ends.

Still feeling horny, I slipped out of my heels, climbed onto the desk as Kyle began eating Penny’s pussy, offered Penny my pussy, holding my strap-on out of the way… which I hadn’t used since I’d pounded the boss bitch.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Penny moaned, as she lowered her head and began licking me.

A couple minutes later, I finally got to come… on Penny’s face.

Janet came a minute after I did.

Adding to Kyle’s humiliation, Penny demanded, “Come and fuck me, Frank. I need a big dick in my cunt.”

“Move it, Kyle,” Frank said immediately, eager to slide his dick into a third woman tonight following Bitch Boss and Janet.

I looked over and saw Beth was now using her dick, fucking Deirdre on the couch.

Cassanda was really face fucking Thandie now, while Carl was really fucking her snatch.

A moment later, Carl grunted and deposited a load in Thandie, which forced a muffled moan out of her, Muffled because Cass didn’t let up with her ruthless face fucking.

Taking control, I said, as Penny screamed, her orgasm hitting her, “Now let’s triple-team the bitch. Frank, if you still have enough stamina, go and replace Beth inside Deidre. Beth, come over here and lie down on your back. Thandie, straddle Beth’s dick and impale yourself on it.”

Just like a porn puzzle (if that’s a thing), everything immediately fell into place.

A minute later, Thandie was sitting on Beth’s dick while Frank plowed into Deirdre.

I continued stage directing the show by saying to Randall, “Baby, it’s time for you to fuck the company fuck toy’s asshole.”

“Gladly,” he said.

Thandie leaned forward and stuck her butt in the air with no protest at all, as my husband maneuvered himself behind her.

“Oh yeah. Double team the bitch,” Kyle said, still trying to find some relevance, as I got in front of the boss.

“Just to be clear, you need to make sure nobody gets fired,” I said, slapping her face with my dick, while my husband slid into her asshole.

“I’m not sure I can manage to dooooooo that,” she moaned, as her ass was penetrated.

“Oh, yes you can,” I corrected her. “Otherwise a video of your sexual debauchery gets emailed to the head office.”

“But that would out you, too,” she pointed out, as Randall began fucking her ass.

“Perhaps,” I shrugged. “But as matters stand right now, half of the staff are getting fired, and I’m essentially an unpaid volunteer.”

“And what about your husband?”

“The one inside your asshole right now?”

“Yes, the one who’s inside my asshole.”

“Well, worst case, we’d walk away with your entire staff, and start our own company,” I said. “I’m pretty sure they’d all follow him, because they know he’d always have their backs.”

“We certainly would,” Beth said from beneath Thandie.

“Oh yes, harder, harder!” Deirdre moaned, from about ten feet away.

“For sure,” Janet added (about taking part in a walkout, not Deidre’s impending orgasm).

“In a heartbeat,” Cassandra chirped in.

Phil added, “That’s a great idea!”

“Yeah, what’s stopping us?” Carl asked.

“Fine, you win,” Thandie said, utterly defeated.

“There. That wasn’t all that hard, was it?” I asked. “Unlike this dick you so kindly loaned me,” before I slid it into her mouth… rendering the bitch airtight.

Then for a few wicked minutes, my husband and I fucked the boss. As her moans increased, I said, “Beth, buck your ass up and fuck her too.”

“For sure,” she said, and soon our boss was being bounced around like the lowly fuck toy she’d now become.

I said to the room, “Boys, get yourselves hard again. Let’s cap off the night with a festive bukkake for our boss bitch.”

“Hell yeah,” Kyle said.

“But what about us girls?” Janet asked.

“Don’t worry, I have a plan for us too,” I said, with a fun finale for us girls in mind.

“Oh, fuck!” Thandie moaned when I pulled out of her mouth. “Fuck my ass, Randall! Fuck the shit out of me!”

“Oh yeah,” Carl said, as all the men except Randall lined up in front of her, stroking their cocks.

“Yeah, give me all your loads, boys,” she moaned, as she continued enjoying her double penetration.

“Oh yeah!” Kyle grunted… and pathetically, he immediately came on her face. The volume wasn’t much to speak of, either.

“Jesus! Nice stamina, girlfriend,” Janet said to him, shaking her head disparagingly.

“Fuck you,” Kyle said.

“Not with that dick you won’t,” she shot back.

“More cum, guys! Give me more cum,” the hungry bitch begged.

Frank obliged after all of his marathon fucking, spewing a massive load on Thandie’s face.

Then over the next three or four minutes, David, Carl and Phil unloaded their second loads of the night all over the boss… mixed with the hard ass fucking she was receiving from my husband and toy fucking from Beth giving her another orgasm.

“Just come inside her ass, baby,” I suggested, since the other men had already finished.

“Sounds good,” he said, really giving it to her, with Beth still lying on the floor underneath Thandie, but now just watching… tired out from her earlier efforts, when she’d almost gotten squashed.

“Yes, fill up my asshole, boss,” Thandie said, with cum dripping down her face.

“Boss?” I asked.

“Yes. He’s the man here now,” she moaned. “He’s definitely proven he’s worthy.”

“Fuck,” the worthy man grunted, as he unloaded inside her asshole.

“Yes,” Thandie moaned and collapsed forward, her huge tits almost smothering poor Beth.

A couple minutes later, I conducted a train sequel with all the women. This time it went much more smoothly, with all of us getting fucked while fucking someone else, except for Thandie and me. I was the caboose end of the train pounding Beth, and Thandie was at the front of the train, taking it in the ass from Janet.

Eventually, once we’d all gotten hot and bothered from our lesbian train, we devolved into a massive lesbian cunt-munching orgy, with all of us going from pussy to pussy… each of us having multiple orgasms, while Carl, Phil and Randall triple-teamed Thandie, each of them unleashing one final load into her respective holes.

Everyone was finally spent, and was getting dressed, and was helping to tidy away all the Halloween paraphernalia… they all had to work tomorrow.

It occurred to me that they’d never announced the winner for best costume.

“So who won best costume?” I asked.

Cassandra smiled, “Never ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

My eyes went wide as I gasped, “I lost?”

“Yes,” Thandie said, still coated in cum.

“Fine,” I sighed. “Then you won.”

“No,” Randall said, fondling Thandie’s ass, while he grabbed one of my boobs with his other hand, “I won. Thandie said it was because of my impressive firehose.”

THE END