Do it!
written by:
JL

DO IT

"Do it," Trina whispered urgently. "Do it, do it, keep doing it, do it do it do it . . ."

I was ramming my cock into her slippery pussy so hard I was afraid of pushing the conference room table over. Which would have been ironic, considering how hard we were trying to be quiet.

Trina lay on her back on the shiny table, her legs high in the air. Her dress and her panties were on the carpet next to my boxers. Her blonde hair shook as her head trembled, and her tits were rising and falling with each loud gasp of pleasure.

We could do it anywhere, but sex at work was too exciting to ignore. So once a week or more we found an excuse to go into a conference room for a "meeting," lock the door, and make each other cum.

We had to be quick, which wasn't usually a problem, but we also had to be almost silent, which was easy to forget when we were both close to orgasm. Like right now.

I managed a glance at the clock. Fifteen minutes so far. I had a conference call in ten—and a strong need to cum right away. I bit my lip and stared at Trina's eyes. She opened her mouth, struggling to breathe without screaming.

I gave up trying to control it and let my cock spurt, just as Trina dropped her legs, gripped my shoulders, and let out a long, ragged sigh of pleasure as her orgasm came.

"Oh fuck," she muttered. "Oh fuck yes, oh fuck . . ."

"Yeah," I moaned as my cock pumped its load into her.

We rested a moment. Then Trina pushed my body off hers with a quiet giggle. "Now I'm going to be a mess for the rest of the afternoon."

"But a hot mess." I kissed her. "And I have to be on a call." I grabbed for my boxers.

We dressed as quickly as we could, and checked the room for any evidence. I gave Trina another kiss, and unlocked the door.

"Good meeting, Jeff," she said as we walked into the hall.

"I'll get those figures to you by tomorrow." Then we turned and walked away in opposite directions.

***

Two hours later Trina walked up to my desk. "Liz wants to see us."

"Okay." I was nervous. Liz was our boss—the CEO of the company. "Do you know what--"

"I think she knows."

"Shit."

She nodded. "Yeah."

I followed Trina through the maze of cubicles to Liz's corner office. Even under the circumstances, I enjoyed the sight of her ass under her skirt, and the way her legs moved with each quick step.

It was late—most of the other employees had gone home. We knocked and went in.

Liz sat behind her desk in a gray silk blouse. She was a tall woman in her forties, with long black hair and wire-rimmed glasses. Good figure, even though she had to dress pretty conservatively in the office. She'd kicked her shoes into a corner. "Come on in, you two," she ordered, closing her laptop. "Close the door. Sit down."

We sat. Liz stared at us.

"It has come to my attention," she said, "that you two are having sex with each other on company premises."

I avoided Trina's eyes and didn't say anything.

"Well?" Liz demanded.

"It's not interfering with our work," Trina said defensively. "My results last quarter beat everybody."

"And I was great on my conference call today," I added quickly.

Unexpectedly, Liz laughed. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to fire you. Although you do have to be better about cleaning up afterward. It's a good thing I had some air freshener handy when I needed the conference room."

"Oops," Trina said.

"So . . ." Liz leaned forward, arms on her desk. I noticed that the two few buttons on her blouse were loose. "Where else have you two done it?"

We looked at each other. Was she joking?

"Well . . ." I swallowed. "The conference room. Obviously."

"It's our favorite place," Trina said. "Nice and big. I like the table."

"The storeroom," I said. "And the empty office at the end of the back hall."

"And the break room—that one time," she added.

"The restrooms?" Liz asked.

"On the floor? Yuck." Trina shook her head.

"My office? My desk?"

This sounded like a trap. Liz stared at us, waiting patiently.

"The door was locked," Trina blurted out. "The time we were going to—it was late at night, and . . ."

"Never," I said firmly.

Liz got up and walked to her door. And locked it.

She turned around, hands on her hips. She wore a dark skirt with a belt, and even though it wasn't very short, I knew she had good legs. I kept my eyes on her face, though. With just a quick glance at her cleavage.

"There's the desk," Liz said. "Somebody should get some action on it, don't you think?"

"Uhhh . . ." I'm not sure if that came from Trina or me. Or both of us.

"Come on," Liz said. "Or can't you get it up again that fast?" She winked at me.

"That's never been his problem," Trina told her.

"Then do it," Liz ordered. "Now."

Trina grabbed my hand. "I think we'd better." She grinned. "It sounds exciting."

She was right. The thought of fucking Trina on Liz's desk already had my dick hard again. The thought of Liz watching us . . . the last time I'd had an audience was in college, when a bunch of us had gotten into a spontaneous orgy one night after final exams. I still remembered my roommate staring as I slammed my cock into his girlfriend's pussy.

Liz had unbuttoned her blouse more. Trina had her hand on my zipper. What the hell, I thought. If this was a joke, the worst Liz could do was fire me. If not . . .

Trina already had my cock out, and was stroking it to full length. I went for her blouse, pulling at the buttons and then unhooking her bra from the front to free her tits. She winked at me, then stood up to drop her blouse on the floor and slide out of her skirt.

As always, I took a moment to enjoy the sight of Trina's naked body: firm boobs waiting to be kissed, a flat stomach toned by constant workouts, and long tanned legs. She smiled and pulled her panties down, and I saw that thin landing strip pointing the way to her pussy.

Liz had her blouse off. Just in her skirt and her bra, she gazed at Trina's boobs and bit her lip. Then she looked at me impatiently. I took the hint and quickly pulled my clothes off too, until I was standing in the middle of the CEO's office barefoot and naked. And erect.

Trina parked her ass on the edge of Liz's desk and spread her legs. I could see her pussy already glistening with anticipation, so I dropped to my knees in front of her and moved in for a lick.

"I like a man who knows his place," Liz said.

"He's good at this," I heard Trina responded. "He's—ahh! Really good."

I grinned to myself as I flicked my tongue over Trina's clit. She squirmed, and ran her fingers through my hair. I stroked her thighs, kissing her pussy lips, and then I snaked my tongue inside her slit. She shuddered with growing arousal. One of her heels kicked at Liz's desk, and then he legs tightened around my head.

"Oh, oh, oh," Trina chanted. "Yes, yes, yes . . ."

She had her hands on her boobs, pulling on her taut nipples. But I could see her looking at Liz, watching her reaction. I went back to licking her pussy, burying my face in her snatch as she moaned.

By the time I had to stop for breath, my cock was throbbing. I pulled back a little, staring at Trina's pink pussy, and then I stood up abruptly and looked at Liz.

She was stark naked now, sitting in the chair I'd been in, one hand between her thighs, her chest rising and falling as she stared at us. She took a look at my cock, and nodded for me to continue.

Trina was pulling on my arm. I turned and moved in between her legs, teasing the edge of her slit with my dick as I pressed my body against her boobs. She stiffened with a groan of pleasure, then grabbed my ass with both hands and yanked me forward.

My cock sank into her hot pussy by instinct, and I grunted happily as her slit tightened around my shaft. Trina's eyes went wide, and then she closed them with a familiar smile as I began nice slow thrust.

She leaned back with her hands on the edge of the desk and lifted one leg, wrapping it around my butt. I pressed forward, pushing my cock as deep as I could. I could feel her stiff nipples brushing my chest as I slid in and out.

"Mmm," Trina moaned. "More, more, more . . ."

"Yeah," I agreed. I gripped her hips and shoved my cock in harder. "Yeah."

It wasn't actually the best position. Trina slowly lay back on the desk so I could thrust into her at an angle that had her panting with excitement, hard and fast. She reached behind her head to grab the far edge of the desk, and her tits bounced up and down as my strokes got quicker and more intense.

I'd almost forgotten about Liz until she came up beside the desk for her laptop before Trina knocked it to the floor. The sight was almost humorous: my boss, the CEO of the company, stark naked, securing her laptop and then turning to stare at us, one hand wandering up and down her legs near her pussy.

"More," Trina ordered. "Keep doing it more—keep doing it--"

"Right." I stared at her nipples as her boobs shook. Liz stood next to the desk, watching us as intently as if we were delivering a formal presentation in a meeting.

"Oh fuck yeah," Trina groaned. She usually came fast and hard whenever we did it at work, but we had to do it so fast and keep so quiet that it never really satisfied her. I could tell she was going to cum again, soon.

I slammed into her, shaking the desk with my thrust. Her eyes opened wide, staring up at me, and for a moment she was silent. Her face was flushed, and her throat was tense. Then she smiled and nodded wildly as she came.

"Yes!" Trina shouted. "Yes, fuck, yes, fuck, yes, fuck yes!"

She grabbed my bare shoulder, squeezing tight, and the desk shook like a ship in a hurricane. She pushed her hips up, getting every last inch of my cock inside her, and then she slumped back, gasping.

"Yes," she sighed. "Oh yes."

I eased out of her pussy, my cock still rigid. Liz was staring at us, her face flushed, one hand on her crotch.

She stared at my cock. "You're still hard."

I shrugged. "I came once already."

She sighed, still gazing at my prick. "And my husband wasn't made me cum in months. He's too busy screwing his secretary." Liz looked at Trina. "Do you mind?"

Trina's eyes went wide as she sat up. We had sex every chance we could, but we weren't entirely exclusive. Threesomes, mostly, but every once in a while she went off on her own, or I visited an old girlfriend. Still, I wasn't exactly sure how she'd react.

But then she smiled. "You're the boss."

"Damn right I am." She looked at me. "Well?"

I could feel my cock get even stiffer. "Fine with me."

Liz took a deep breath and rubbed her tits. They were bigger than Trina's, and her nipples were large. She was in her forties, but she'd kept in shape. All of the men in the office—and some of the women—checked out her figure and her legs whenever they got a chance. She was the sexiest woman in the company aside from Trina. And Monique in accounting. But that's another story.

But Liz was naked and aroused now. And she was ready for me.

Liz leaned over the desk and spread her legs. I took a good look at her ass as I got into position behind her. Round and firm and pink, it quivered as placed my hands on her cheeks. "Wow."

"I work out 90 minutes a day to keep that ass in shape," Liz said.

Trina winked at me. "I wish mine looked that good."

"Your ass is fine." I gripped Liz's hips. "Ready?"

"Do it," she ordered.

I grinned and slowly slid my dick inside my boss's pussy.

"Oooohhh," Liz breathed as I made my way in. "Nice. Yes. Nice and hard. Mmmm . . ."

I looked at Trina. She nodded. Then I abruptly rammed my cock into Liz as hard and deep as I could.

Liz yelped, and her ass quivered, but after a moment she leaned down and shoved her hips back toward me, driving my prick even deeper inside her body. "That's it," she groaned. "Right in there. Right there."

I dug my fingers into her butt, wondering if she liked to be slapped there. Fucking my boss was one thing—spanking her might still get me fired if that wasn't her thing. But I didn't spend much time thinking about that. The surging inside my cock was all I cared about right now.

Liz grunted with each thrust, propped up on her elbows on her desktop, which was now strewn with a mess of memos, pens, spreadsheets, and other office junk. Trina was sitting up now, leaning against the desk with a wide grin on her face, stroking her clit lazily again even though she'd just cum.

"Keep it up," Liz rasped. "Keep it hard. Like that. I haven't--"

Her phone buzzed. "Don't stop!" Liz shouted. "Don't fucking stop! Don't . . . yeah, right there!"

The phone buzzed again. With a naughty smile, Trina snatched it up—stark naked and still dripping from her orgasm. "Liz Cunningham's office. No, she can't come to the phone right now, could I take a message for her? Oh, it'll be a long meeting. Yes? All right. I'll tell her."

She hung up. "Your husband's working late."

"Good," Liz panted. "Let him. Asshole." She looked back over her bare shoulder at me. "We're working late too."

"Late as you--you want," I promised. Hoping my dick would hold out.

"Because I'm the boss." She laughed, then looked down at the desk again and focused on my cock inside her.

"I think I love working here." Trina impulsively reached out and squeezed Liz's shoulder.

"Make me cum and you get a raise," Liz said. "Both of you. Oh yeah. Fuck, that's good."

Did that mean we both got raises—or we both had to make Liz cum? I couldn't think about that right now. Liz's body was shaking, and her groans were getting louder. I guess she didn't have to worry about making noise in her own office. Or she just didn't care, because suddenly she lifted her head, gave a low screech, and slapped the table as her orgasm erupted in her body.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes—oh yeah, give it to me, give it to me right now, Right--"

"Now." I slapped her ass as I spurted with a grunt of pleasure. Liz moaned hoarsely as she took my cum, pumping load after load of sperm into her pussy.

Trina rubbed Liz's back. I stroked her ass. Slowly we caught our breaths, but I was still dripping as I eased out.

"Sorry about the, uh, the slap," I said. "It kind of just came out of nowhere."

"Next time I want more of that." Liz stood straight and leaned against the desk, still panting.

"Next time?"

"Take a rest. You earned it." She reached out to give my cock a squeeze. "Trina, you're a lucky bitch."

She laughed. "I know. He tells me that every time."

Liz pushed me toward a chair. Then she gave Trina's nude body a long look. "But remember what I said about cleaning up your messes."

Trina looked at the papers scattered across the desk and floor. "Uhh—you don't mean this office, do you?"

"No." Liz ran her fingers through her black hair and then perched on the edge of her desk. "This thing is getting quite a workout today." She patted the desktop, and then spread her legs wide. "Okay, Trina. Clean me up."

Her eyebrows rose. Trina wasn't inexperienced with other women, especially since we enjoyed threeways a lot, but that was usually a lot more spontaneous. This was different. But so was everything else that had happened today. With a shrug and a smile, Trina kneeled between our boss's legs, leaned forward, and gave Liz's pussy a tentative lick.

"Mmm . . . that's nice, honey." Liz closed her eyes. "Do that some more."

I had a great view of Trina's lovely ass from my chair as she bent forward to explore Liz's slit with her fingers and her tongue. And Liz started rubbing her boobs as Trina relaxed and began licking more eagerly. I began to stroke my sagging dick as Liz pulled at her nipples.

"Yes, yes," Liz murmured. "Right there—right there."

Trina leaned back and looked up at our boss's body, two fingers inside Liz's pussy, still sticky with my cum. "We've got the best boss in the world, don't we?"

"That's right," I agreed.

Liz was breathing hard again. "Employees . . . are our most important . . . asset. Now get your face on my pussy again, now."

"Yes, ma'am." Trina giggled. Then she wiggled her ass for me and leaned in again, lips wide. She pressed her mouth against Liz's slit, her tongue moving back and forth over her clit as she licked up my sperm.

My prick was coming back to life watching them, even though I'd just fucked them both. Or maybe because I'd just fucked them both. Liz's legs were trembling, and Trina was rocking back and forth on her knees. I could smell her pussy along with Liz's. Liz went between closing her eyes in pleasure and staring at my cock as it stiffened again.

"Your boyfriend's hard again," she whispered. "Does he do that a lot?"

"Mm-hmm." Trina didn't stop licking at Liz's pussy to respond.

"Two hot women," I said. "Naked. What do you expect?"

She looked down at Trina's head. "I expect to . . . cum . . . all over her face . . . soon. Very soon. Ohhh . . . "

Liz threw her head back and moaned, the muscles in her neck tense. Trina had her hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks like ripe melons. Snuffling noises came from her nose and mouth as she brought Liz closer and closer to her orgasm.

I got up and staggered toward the desk, rubbing my cock faster. Trina's juices were still slick on my shaft, and the flush spreading across Liz's boobs was making my balls pulse.

Liz's eyes widened as I walked toward the desk. As I got close she reached out and wrapped her hand around my dick. I saw Trina's eyes flick upward toward me, and she managed a quick wink, but she kept her concentration on Liz's pussy as if determined to rip a screaming orgasm out of her.

Liz couldn't really concentrate on me, but she began stroking my cock with a rough, uneven rhythm that matched her panting breaths. I reached over and squeezed her tits. My own breathing was getting ragged again. And Trina was gasping between Liz's thighs.

Suddenly Liz stretched her legs forward and up, her body straining, and she leaned back, clutching the front of her desk with one hand as she yanked on my dick with the other. "Oh fuck!" she cried. "Oh fucking fuck, do it, do it, do it!"

Trina looked up, smiling, her fingers sliding in and out of Liz's slit with a quick, urgent motion that finally produced an orgasm—a loud one that made me hope everyone else was gone for the day. Liz had to stop caressing my cock as her body pulsed and squirmed. "Yes!" she shouted. "Do it! Yes! That's it! That's . . . it!"

She pounded the desk as she came. Trina and I grinned at each other.

Trina looked at my erect cock for a moment, then sighed and shook her head. She was too tired to suck my dick right now, and I couldn't blame her.

Besides, I had other plans. While Liz was still gasping for breath, I climbed onto the desk, kicking some more paperwork onto the floor. On my knees, I began jerking my cock faster, aiming at her chest.

Her eyes fluttered as she saw what I was doing. "Is it okay?" I asked.

"Do it," she whispered. "All over me."

My second orgasms usually take some time. If I'm going for a third, it usually comes fast. And the sight of Liz's boobs rising and falling as she watched me jack off made it even faster. With another loud grunt, I shot a stream of cum onto her nipples. I could feel my balls swinging as they emptied themselves, and after a moment I was finished. For the moment.

Trina handed me a box of tissues. "I already cleaned up your mess once. It's your turn this time."

"Just give me a minute." Liz was still catching her breath. "There's no rush."

The phone buzzed again. Trina and I looked at each other.

"Let it ring." Liz stretched her nude, sweaty, cum-covered body. "We're all off the clock."

Trina laughed and kissed me. Then she turned to Liz and stroked her thigh. "Now about that raise you mentioned . . ."