Office Threesome

Rachael and Ophelia corner their coworker by the copier. They already have his zipper down, and two sets of eyes are locked on the cock they’ve just hauled out—thick, dark, half-hard and rising fast under their attention. Rachael sinks to her knees first, fingers wrapped tight around the base like she’s afraid it’ll vanish, her lips parted and shining. Ophelia takes the shaft higher, tongue swiping a wet stripe straight up the underside, slow, tasting, owning. They take turns letting the head slide across their tongues, spit shining on heated skin, thumbs stroking in unison as if they’re measuring his pulse. He leans back against the machine, hips rocking forward when Ophelia’s lips seal around him and slide halfway down, then farther, until her nose brushes knuckles and her throat works around the head. Rachael doesn’t wait her turn; she scoops her tongue beneath his balls, sucking one, then both, wet and greedy. They trade him back and forth, mouths open and sloppy, strings of spit breaking between lips and crown every time they switch. Their moans vibrate straight through him. His hand finds Rachael’s hair first, then Ophelia’s, gripping hard, guiding, eyes half-lidded and jaw locked tight. Every wet suck and throat-flex is louder than the hum of the office outside the little copy alcove. He’s fully hard now, veins standing out, cock glistening and twitching between their eager tongues.