Thanks to Cyber Chick for all her help in ironing out the wrinkles.
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There lay Evan and Elizabeth, naked and intertwined on a conference table. Cathy, the presenter in charge of inducting these newbies into the business, caught them having sex in a small board room just moments before. She had enjoyed their little display, despite the fact they should have been in class. With Larry (the boring-ass idiot) teaching the rest of the afternoon, Cathy had planned to head home early. That was, until she happened upon this sexy little scene and decided to have some fun with the kids.
Cathy was a stereotypical, successful businesswoman. Intelligent, well-dressed, buttoned down and downright bitchy at work. In the sexist, male-driven world of finance she had to be tough to get ahead. She didn't put up with any ass-grabbing or snide comments and it gained her the respect of her managers. She knew that HR, the touchy-feely department, was where the men thought a woman like her belonged. They didn't know how wrong they were.
Cathy was busy at work and had no time for Boston boys. The men she met, largely through work, were either full of themselves or academic darlings that managed to fool the interviewers, but had worthless-fuck personalities. She preferred the blue-collar guys she could manipulate and fuck to the white-collar go-getters she had to put up with from 9-to-5 everyday.
Now here were two Canadian idiots having sex in the corporate headquarters under her watchful eyes. She thought Evan was incredibly sexy the moment he had stumbled into her presentation earlier that morning. He was late and called her ma'am. Canadians are so cute! And then there was the sexy little Arabic princess. Elizabeth was there early and dressed to the nines. Cathy knew men found her sexy, but growing up she had always been the tall, skinny girl with legs to heaven, but with small breasts and no ass to speak of. Elizabeth, on the other hand, looked like an exotic pinup girl with her voluptuous figure. To go with this incredible body, Elizabeth was also very polite and had an adorable French accent. Cathy had almost felt a little jealous as she watched Evan drool over the girl all morning.
"You little whore! A fucking naughty nympho getting fucked senseless at work!? You couldn't even wait to get back to your hotel to get into his pants!?" Cathy screamed at Elizabeth.
"I... we..." Elizabeth couldn't respond, as she was so shocked and ashamed. A married woman, a professional no less, fucking a stranger like a common whore. She could still taste Evan's cum in her mouth as her gaze dropped to the floor.
"I... I... Oh, please you little slut! I knew it from the moment I saw you. You're no banker, you little bitch! Maybe a sperm bank! You're a slut, a whore!" Cathy mocked her.
Evan stood there, shocked. His cock had shrunk as the bottom fell out of his stomach. Elizabeth had risen and covered the nipples of her large breasts with one hand and her exposed sex with the other as best she could. With her ample chest oozing over her forearm, she looked exactly like a pinup girl. Complete with the, 'deer in the headlights' look on her face. Evan couldn't believe it, but he was actually getting a little turned on looking at her that way. His rising erection caught Cathy's attention.
"Oh! Looky here. You're getting hard, you pervert! Look at his dick, slut! He likes me berating you."
Elizabeth glanced down at Evan's hardening cock and inadvertently licked her lips.
"Oh, I see. The little slut likes his cock! Suck it you whore! Suck it!" Cathy was on an adrenaline high as she could feel these two hapless fools bending to her will. They were in such a precarious position as it was.
"Oh god... I... I can't," Elizabeth said but, despite her protests her hand dropped from her breasts to circle the base of Evan's cock. Evan stared in awe as her full breasts were exposed again, her dark brown nipples firm and erect.
"Don't give me that you bitch, you know you want to!" Cathy said as she stepped up to the couple and put her hand gently on Elizabeth's head. Evan could barely believe it when Cathy forced Elizabeth to her knees where she acquiesced and took him in her mouth once more.
"See? You love that big white cock in your married mouth don't you, you slut?"
"Mmm-hmmmm," was all Elizabeth could say as she began sucking up and down the length of Evan's cock. A wide grin crossed Cathy's face as she forced Elizabeth to take Evan into her mouth again. "Can you taste your cum on his dick you bitch?!? You're leaking like a faucet you horny little slut, look at you!"
Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe she was letting this go on, but didn't have the nerve to stop. She felt like a slut, just like Cathy was saying. Part of her, the part wracked with guilt, almost felt she deserved to be yelled at and berated for being such a whore. But, a perverted part of her was loving every second of it. It was quite possibly the wildest thing she had ever done in her life and she didn't want it to stop.
"What's the matter sweetie, does hubby have a tiny little penis, huh? Can't he please you? Christ, with that fat ass of yours he probably doesn't want anything to do with you!" Cathy snapped.
"Oh god!" Evan murmured as Elizabeth went to town on his cock.
"Oh! Is the minute man going to blow his load again? God, get a grip!" Cathy mocked Evan as she slapped him full across the face.
"Shit!" Evan said turning to Cathy. Elizabeth, seemingly oblivious, continued to face fuck his cock.
"Look horny boy, if you don't learn to avoid blowing your load in five seconds you're never going to land a real woman!"
"Oh god, Elizabeth please!" he moaned as Elizabeth worked him into a frenzy.
"Don't beg her, you idiot! Are you going to cum in that fat bitch's mouth?? Are you?"
"Yes! Oh god, Elizabeth!"
"Stop!" Cathy commanded pulling Elizabeth by the length of her hair. Elizabeth's head snapped back and she stared up with a horrified look on her face. Evan's cock sprang from her mouth and slapped him in the stomach. Pre-cum and saliva covered Elizabeth's face. She did, indeed, look like the complete whore Cathy berated her for being.
"Your fat ass obviously enjoys eating, so now you're going to eat my pussy," Cathy declared.
Elizabeth hesitated for a moment. She wasn't gay and she certainly didn't want to start experimenting further today. "Look whore, unless you both want to get fired and sent home immediately you'd better take off my skirt... Right... Now..." Cathy slowed her speech, forcefully emphasizing those last few words.
"I can just imagine what your husband will say when I call him and tell him I caught you spreading your legs wide for some white boy! Will your family be proud of you?" she sneered.
"Let me," Evan said, falling to his knees next to Elizabeth. His ran his fingers cautiously along Cathy's thighs to the side of her suit skirt. Undoing the clasps, he gently pulled her skirt down to the floor exposing Cathy's long legs. Her black stockings ended just shy of her black panties and Evan began to slowly run his left hand up the length of her leg.
Seeing Evan try to take charge make Cathy snicker. Just as Evan leaned in to remove her panties, she swiftly kicked him between the legs. Evan fell forward, his hands dropping quickly, but too late to protect himself. Cathy's pointy-toed shoe caught him right in the balls.
"Uhhh!" Evan let out an ungodly sound as he fell flat on his face and turned onto his back. Elizabeth saw the shock on his face and turned to Cathy as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Evan looked directly up between Cathy's legs at her shaved sex.
"I want her to do it you idiot!"
Cathy grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and pulled the stunned girl towards her. Elizabeth resisted, resting a hand on Evan's heaving chest.
"Straddle him and sit on his face! Do it! He loves that fat ass of yours; let him eat your pussy while you lick me. Come on whore!"
As if in a trance, Elizabeth eagerly placed her knees on either side of Evan's head and lowered herself to him. She was surprised to feel Evan's tongue licking her as she looked up to Cathy once more.
"Oh yeah, that's a good married slut. Let that white-boy eat your fat, Arab ass!"
"Oh god," Elizabeth murmured. Her husband never went down on her anymore and she had never experienced the gentle tease of a man's tongue after being ravished just moments before. This was all so wrong and yet so exciting and new.
"Look at me!" Cathy demanded. "Unless you want me to leave you two fuckers here and get on the phone to your managers so they can send you packing, you'd better lick my pussy!"
Elizabeth slowly leaned into Cathy's body. Gently, she kissed another woman's pussy for the first time. The closely shaved mound was smooth to her touch. Slowly, she began kissing Cathy's sex deeply, opening her mouth and French kissing Cathy between her legs.
