FRIDAY
Sam awoke with the morning sun on his face, a raging erection, and a deep sense of confusion.
He wasn't in his dinky apartment, lying in his lumpy bed. No warm sheets covered his strapping frame, nor were there any sounds from his neighbors filtering through the paper-thin walls.
It was blessedly quiet, and he had apparently been sleeping seated upright on a surprisingly comfortable couch.
Blinking the golden light of dawn out of his eyes, Sam took in his surroundings and, after a few seconds of incomprehension, recognized where he was...
In the manager's office of Chandler Accounting, on the visitor's lounge where Sadie had ridden him to exhaustion the evening before.
The older woman had been insatiable and very demanding. The ruinous state of the furniture was a testament to that.
The heavy timber desk was shoved up against the large picture window through which the sunlight shone. Legal tomes and reference books were scattered about the floor like detritus after an earthquake. The expensive Indian rug was bunched up in one corner under the broken roller chair, and almost every surface bore some evidence of their rigorous coupling.
Drying puddles of their combined juices and dribbled lines of titty milk were everywhere. Sadie had ordered him to fuck her in ways the junior accountant had never imagined but tried his darndest to comply.
...covering her slim body face down on the carpet, pounding that sweet puss as she squeezed his thick shaft with her core muscles and twerked her shapely ass back into his thrusts.
...crushed up against the tall bookshelves, folded in half with her high-heeled boots stuck up around his ears and her ripe tits leaking milk down his front. His poor sweater vest was stained in liters of her creamy lactate that no amount of dry cleaning would completely remove.
Bent over the desk had been a very popular choice. Sam wasn't sure why. Sadie was clearly a woman who relished control, and that particularly vulnerable position relinquished much of it. But her passionate cries and crotch-soaking climaxes seemed especially pronounced when he railed her gorgeously lean, busty figure on top of her workstation.
Perhaps it was because she never truly lost any control? Was his nympho boss getting off, secure in the knowledge that she was the ringleader of their shared sexcapades the whole time?
Sam didn't mind. It had been an educational experience. Even if the around-the-room fuckathon in her leather roller chair had ended in a disastrous crash in the corner. Sadie had squawked when he slipped from her sloppy pussy and into her puckered asshole by mistake but quickly changed her tune as he blasted a hot load inside her tight, constricting bowels.
After that toe-curling revelation, she had opened every hole to Sam. Her sexy MILF body was a carnal funhouse for him to explore and enjoy, even as she ordered him into greater acts of depravity around gooey mouthfuls of his ever-ready donkey dick.
They had rutted into the late hours, loud and unabashed, well past closing time. The night ended with Sadie gloriously naked except for her black knee-high boots, straddling Sam's jutting lap on the visitor's couch while he suckled like a famished infant at her overflowing teets.
Then she had... what? Rode him into unconsciousness before locking up for the night and leaving him there to keep until morning?
Grumbling with irritation, Sam looked down at himself.
Morning wood soared skywards like a girthy totem to masculinity from the torn wreckage of his slacks, veiny and hard, if tacky to the touch with drying fluids. His curly thatch of pubic hair was matted with wetness where it poked through the tattered, tan-colored fabric.
Checking his watch, Sam sighed. He would clean himself up in the bathroom as best he could before finding something--
anything
--to conceal his immodestly and hide behind his desk all day.
Like he did every day, there was nothing new about that...
Except the idea of moping about in the background suddenly stuck in his craw. Sam had spent the last few days as a hugely hung hunk. Blowing porn-worthy money shots onto and into Zoey and Sadie, respectively.
He wasn't some ninety-pound weakling, content with getting life's sand kicked in his face anymore. The ashy-haired young man was now a sturdily built stud who made women howl in ecstasy and wanted some recognition, dammit!
Stiffening with resolve, Sam rose from the couch, trying to ignore the other aching stiffness waving about at hip height, only to flinch at the sound of a soft voice calling quietly from outside the door.
"Sam, are you in there?" Zoey whispered in a low, urgent tone. "It's all spirally out of control. The whole office heard you and Sadie going at it like crazy yesterday, but nobody wanted to say anything. I hid among the filing and came
sooo~
many times listening to the two of you. May I come in? I've got some fried vegetable frittatas in case you were hungry."
Sighing with relief and checking his watch again, Sam frowned. "Zee? What are you doing here so early?"
A pair of blocky glasses under a voluminous mass of wavy chocolate hair peeked around the door at him. The shining agate eyes behind them widened as they took in the wreckage before zooming in on Sam's flapping boner.
"Oh my! I--um... brought you breakfast. Sadies not here, is she?"
She ducked into the room in a very real sense, stooping under the top of the door frame. Zoey had to be pushing seven feet in height with the dynamic physique of a warrior princess if those battlefield beauties wore shredded spandex and sported stupendous breasts which could double as flotation devices.
The towering brunette was all but rupturing her way out of a set of sherbert orange leggings and a matching running top. The elasticated athleticwear was rending and laddering across her impressive body like cheap nylon stockings rather than the durable polymer fabric it was, exposing lashings of dense muscle and soft curves of pale, perfect flesh.
Her powerful thighs could have crushed a mountain of skulls, and Sam imagined bouncing a fortune off butt-cheeks so round and hard they looked like two half coconuts stuffed down the backside of her tights.
Zoey's statuesque figure broadcasted strength and femininity on every wavelength, topped with an adorably cute, innocent face that was blushing bashfully as she held out a styrofoam container towards Sam.
"Sadie? No... Hey, you brought food?" His stomach grumbled, sending a reminder that his cock wasn't the only organ wanting attention. "Gimme, thanks!"
Snatching the container, he plonked back down on the lounge and tore into the crispy vegetable pancakes. They weren't hot and lacked the protein Sam dearly craved, but they were plentiful and, more importantly, right in front of him.
