George's pager went off at 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning, waking him from a particularly good dream in which he was watching his wife Jenny go down on Sam, the girl who had been living with them for a semester now. The dream was quite vivid since he had witnessed that exact scene only hours before. Smiling to himself at his good fortune, it was with a surprisingly chipper attitude that he called into work. That soon changed, though, when he heard the operator tell him a client was having a major issue and it would have to be resolved immediately.
Kissing his wife lightly on the forehead and squeezing Sam's tit lightly – she had taken to sleeping in their king bed with them the last few weeks, and who was he to complain – George threw on some running shorts and a t-shirt and drove away to the office. Pulling up he noticed only one light on and a couple of cars in the parking lot – one he did not recognize and the ever-present cleaning van. The cleaning crew always started to trickle in around 8 or so, and unfortunately George had had to work that late on several occasions so he was familiar with most of the crew. On the bright side, though, George never got tired of seeing the cleaning girls. All Hispanic, their dark hair and complexion contrasted with the Midwest farmers' daughters he had grown up around and was currently sleeping with. Each of the girls had dark, mysterious eyes and wore tight jeans that did nothing to hide the fact that they all sported plump, round asses. Even the plain uniforms they wore seemed flattering to their ample chests. George freely leered at them when they bent over to grab his trashcan, but never got more than a 'Gracias' from any of them.
Exiting the elevator on his floor, George noticed that the light he had seen from outside was actually coming from a conference room on his floor. Realizing that anyone else stuck here in the middle of the night was probably working on the same problem, George strode over to the door, knocked lightly, and pushed it open.
He was not prepared for what he saw. In front of him he saw the back of a naked man pumping away into some unseen woman. George dropped his bag in shock, and the man turned to look over his shoulder. George recognized him immediately as the owner of the company, Mr. Carter. Without breaking his rhythm, Mr. Carter motioned for George to come over to the table. George walked over and saw that the mystery girl was actually one of the cleaning crew. Wearing nothing more than a look of lust, her eyes were closed and she had apparently not heard George enter the room. From his vantage point, George saw that if she looked good in clothes, she was simply amazing now. Her round, full ass was jiggling as Mr. Carter's balls rhythmically slapped against her pussy lips. Her large, swaying tits banged against the table with every thrust of Mr. Carter's obviously well proportioned cock. It was all she could do to hold on to the edges of the table so that her head didn't slam into the table with each pounding jolt.
Pointing to the girl on the table, Mr. Carter then motioned to his mouth. George got the gist – he was telling him to stick his cock in this girl's mouth. Already hard from the sight of this hot pussy getting fucked, George pushed his shorts down to his knees and sidled up to the girl. Mr. Carter took her by the hair and pulled her head up. Her eyes shot open and darted from George to Mr. Carter, then straight to George's cock. Evidently no more communication was needed before the girl engulfed George's cock in one motion. Nuzzling her nose in George's abs, the girl starting to pump her face up and down on George's hard prick. Mr. Carter let her get going on George's cock before he started pumping again. The girl's pussy was sopping wet and Mr. Carter's cock made sloshing sounds each time he slashed into her cunt. George could see a pool of their mingled juice forming on the table. The girl started to slow down on George's cock as she neared her own orgasm. George grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock even farther down her throat. The girl screamed around George's cock as Mr. Carter started to fill her up with his cum. This sent George over the edge and he pulled out, shooting streams of thick white cum all over the girl's face. Collapsing on the table, the girl breathed heavily, large drops of cum streaking her face dribbling into her open mouth.
"George, surprised to see you here," said Mr. Carter as he sank into a leather chair.
"Mr. Carter, sir," said George, suddenly remembering to have some form of manners despite what had just happened.
"Shit, man, call me Al," said Mr. Carter with a laugh. "After sharing a slut, we're definitely on a first name basis."
