Office Slut

Kimberly Kane needs this job like she needs air. The economy’s a bitch, rent’s due, and the second interview starts with five suits staring at her tits instead of her résumé. “Take it off.” She strips under the fluorescent lights, folds each piece like she’s still hoping manners count for something. Then the order to touch herself. Fingers slide between her thighs while they watch, legs spread on the conference table, pussy on full display. Heat crawls up her neck, but she keeps circling her clit like her life depends on it. A shoe nudges her off the table. On her knees now, she kisses Italian leather and tastes the dirty soles, tongue working until the men above her grow hard and impatient. They like what they see. Hands twist her arms behind her back, rope bites her wrists, and suddenly she’s bent over the desk with a cock already pressing at her asshole. The first thrust knocks the breath out of her; the second makes her moan loud enough for the hallway. They fuck every hole they can reach, switching places, stretching her wide. Two thick cocks push into her at once—one in her cunt, one buried to the balls in her ass—and the burn is sharp and perfect. She takes it gasping, drooling on the wood grain while they pound her open. When they’re done using her they paint her face and tits, thick ropes dripping from her lashes and chin. She stays on her knees, cum cooling on flushed skin, waiting to hear the only question that matters. Will she get the job?