Bathroom Break

Madison's been grinding at her desk all morning, deserved a break. She pushes open the bathroom door and stops cold: Janie on her knees, mouth stretched around Kasey’s cock, the wet sounds echoing off the tile. Madison’s eyes go wide for half a second, then she smirks and waves them off. She’s no snitch. She slips into the farthest stall, latches the door, heart pounding, panties already soaked. One hand is up her skirt before she even sits down. Fingers circling fast, breath short. Janie spots her through the gap, trades a filthy grin with Kasey. Two hard cocks suddenly slide through the gloryholes on either side. Madison laughs under her breath, something like "well fuck me," and grabs them both. Thick, warm, twitching against her palms. She strokes with purpose, spits on the one on her left, takes the other deep until her eyes water. Janie moans low on the other side. The risk makes every thrust hotter. Madison hikes one heel onto the toilet seat, spreads wider, works herself open while jerking and sucking. They pound through the holes in short, sharp strokes; she switches between them, desperate, messy, drooling down her chin. Someone’s phone buzzes out in the hallway. The three of them freeze for a second, cocks buried in Madison’s hands, pussy clenching around two fingers. Footsteps pass. They all start moving again—faster, harder, racing the clock. Madison’s orgasm hits quick and mean, thighs shaking, a choked whimper escaping before she can swallow it. Kasey swears through gritted teeth, pulses hot down Madison’s throat. Janie follows right after, painting the tile between Madison’s heels. They pull back slick and spent, zip up fast. Madison wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, leans against the stall wall catching her breath, pulse still hammering. Same time tomorrow?