CHAPTER TWELVE — CONFERENCE ROOM SHENANIGANS
Brent
The conference room is fucking freezing, even at eight in the morning, and it’s always been this way because it’s HR’s way of ensuring nobody lingers a second longer than needed.
Our little Glass Room of Truth, every inch monitored, every cough and fidget logged for eternity.
But this morning it’s not the temperature that sends a chill down my arms. It’s Marnie Williams, walking in like she’s storming the Bastille, a vision in blue silk with hair up in a severe bun and those legs, fuck, legs that would make a bishop renounce his faith.
Her face is unreadable except for the flush on her cheekbones, and the only hint of what happened two nights ago is the limp she tries—unsuccessfully—to hide.
She notices me in the first second, then looks away, and the burn of her gaze lingers on my skin.
I see the way her nipples strains at the buttons, how she’s doubled down on the heels (taller, pointier, a challenge), and how she pointedly ignores James as he strides in with that shit-eating “I own this joint” smirk.
You wouldn’t guess from the way she’s sitting, straight-backed and crisp, that this woman spent Saturday night screaming our names, big breasts bouncing, plugged full with two dicks, one crammed in her ass, and the other in her pussy.
I know James is thinking the same thing too, judging from the shit-eating smirk on his face.
Marnie’s professional to the core, but I catch her stealing glances in my direction, the little flick of her lashes when she thinks nobody’s watching.
I could chart the pulse in her throat from here, and when she shifts in her chair, I know she’s remembering every inch of what happened.
Hell, I am too. The scent of her sweat, the gasps she makes when you hit just the right spot, the almost unhinged way she sobbed as we wrecked her between us—yeah, all of that’s carved on the inside of my skull, permanently.
The meeting is a slow-motion car crash. James runs through numbers and client lists, but his eyes slide off the screen every few seconds and track to Marnie.
He’s not even subtle, the bastard. Meanwhile, I’m trying to focus, but all I can think about is the color of her nipples and whether she wore the garter again today.
My mind short-circuits when she shifts in her chair and her skirt rides up half an inch. It’s like a fever that has no cure.
At one point, the conversation goes quiet and everyone in the room is just sort of lost, waiting for something to break.
Jenkins, the office administrator, coughs twice and glares at Marnie with the cold, careful suspicion she reserves for all young women in the building, but Marnie just smiles sweetly, and goes back to her notepad.
A new paralegal, whose name I’ve already forgotten, fumbles a question and drops his pen, which clatters under the table and lands between Marnie’s feet.
She looks down, meets my eye across the table, and for one molten second, the whole world is just us and the memory of what my hands did to her Saturday night.
James kills the meeting at 8:37, and everyone scatters to their corners.
I keep my seat, needing the composure, but as the room empties, Marnie hangs back to collect her notes, and as she passes, I catch a trace of her perfume—lilac, citrus, something clean and raw at the bottom, maybe sweat, maybe just female musk.
I want to grab her by the wrist and pin her against the glass, but I settle for the next best thing: I lean in as she walks past and whisper, “Nice stilettos, Miss Williams.”
She doesn’t look at me, but she smiles, and the smile is nothing but trouble.
Later that afternoon, I enter James’s office for a meeting.
The fucker’s office is a massive glass cube because he insisted on the window that wraps around two sides.
When I step in, he’s got his feet up on the desk, hands laced behind his head, every inch of him radiating smug bastard.
There’s a printout on the desk, some contract or other, but I don’t bother reading it.
“Yo,” I say. “What up?”
He shrugs, grinning. “Not a lot. Should I call her in? I sure could use a taste of pussy.”
“Fuck you,” I say, but there’s no heat to it. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
With that, he taps something out on his phone, and within minutes, there’s a light tap on the door. Oh shit. It’s her.
Sure enough, Marnie steps inside, all professionalism and clean lines, but her eyes flick to mine and then to my law partner, and she knows exactly what’s coming. Her cheeks flush as those big breasts rise, and I swear, I can smell female arousal in the air already.
“You needed something, Mr. Grant?” she asks, voice smooth, but I hear the tremor underneath.
James gestures to the chair, but she stays standing.
“I wanted to go over the Jamison contract,” he says, like that’s why she’s here.
She cocks her head, skeptical but playing along. “You could have emailed your comments.”
He shrugs. “Thought it’d be more efficient this way.”
They stare each other down, and I realize she’s going to make us work for it. That’s good. That’s what makes her interesting.
I set the bourbon down and move behind her, not touching yet, but close enough that she feels it.
The blonde goddess tenses, just a fraction.
James says, “Ms. Williams, have you ever been in a real boardroom negotiation?”
She blinks. “Yes.”
“Not like this one,” I respond in a low tone.
She glances over her shoulder at me, then back to James. “What are the terms?”
James is up in a flash, moving around the desk to stand directly in front of her. He towers over her, but she holds her ground. He lifts a finger, runs it along her jaw, then tilts her face up.
“We make you feel good,” he murmurs. “You make us feel better.”
She doesn’t move, but I see her jaw set.
“Here?” she whispers, and for the first time I hear fear. Not the scared kind. The excited kind.
“Here,” I say, voice pitched low. “Right now.”
James’s hand slides from her jaw to her shoulder, squeezing once, then moving down her arm, past the sleeve, and he hooks two fingers in the waistband of her skirt.
She stands perfectly still as he tugs, just enough to suggest, not enough to scandalize if someone walked in. But the room is soundproof and the glass is tinted, and she knows it.
I move in behind, close enough that her hair brushes my chin. I reach up and slowly undo the first button on her blouse. James does the next. There’s a rhythm to it, a weird, perfect choreography. She never flinches. By the time we reach the third button, her chest is rising and falling fast.
James slips the blouse off her shoulders and it falls to the floor, leaving her in a lacy blue bra that matches the silk of her skirt.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, blue eyes flaring. “What size are you, sweetheart? D? Double D?”
“Double F,” Marnie says sweetly. “I kept growing and growing, and soon, I was much bigger than all of my friends, but I like it. I think you like it too.”
He nods, running a hand over the cup, thumb tracing the edge, and she lets out a breath.
“I absolutely love it, sweetheart. You have the biggest tits I’ve ever seen on a teenage girl.”
“But I’m not a teen,” Marnie purrs. “Not exactly. But I can pretend to be one if you like because I just exited my teens recently.”
“Pretend then,” I rasp. “Because we like them young.”
With that, I slip the bra off her tits, revealing huge ivory orbs that jiggle and sway.
Unable to resist, I lean down and lick a nipple, making Marnie gasp, but this isn’t the time for a full titty suck.
Instead, I slide my hands down her arms, gripping her wrists gently and bringing them behind her back.
She resists at first, just enough to make it interesting, then relents.
James keeps his eyes on her face as he lifts her chin, kisses her, slow and deep. I watch her lips part, the surrender in her body as she lets it happen. I release her wrists, but she keeps them behind her, like she’s been cuffed by her own willpower.
He breaks the kiss and whispers, “Kneel.”
The young blonde does, slow, deliberate, never breaking eye contact. I kneel with her, a step behind, but close enough that I can run a hand through her hair, feeling the heat of her scalp, the tremble in her neck.
James opens his fly. The sound is obscene in the quiet. He frees his cock, already hard, and touches it to her lips. Marnie the super-slut immediately parts her lips, her eyes glistening with anticipation.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls. “You’re fucking in heat, aren’t you, baby girl? You need to be bred.”
Instead of answering, Marnie takes him in, slow and careful. I watch her work her mouth around the head, then down the shaft, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. James groans, hand tangled in her hair. His eyes close for a second, then snap open, locking on me.
“Your turn,” he says, and I know exactly what he means.
I stand, undo my belt, and kneel behind her. I hike her skirt up, bunching it at her waist, and slide a hand between her thighs. Her panties are soaked, the cotton almost see-through. I push them aside and stroke her pussy slowly, feeling her desire, the desperate pulse of blood.
“Unnnnh,” she moans with James’s cock in her mouth. “Mmnph!”
I smile and work two fingers inside that drenched cunt, then three, twisting them until she’s leaking down her thighs. She rocks her hips, trying to get more, but I hold her steady.
“I’m stretching you out, sweetheart. Your pussy is so small that it always reverts back to its old size, so you always need to be stretched out whenever we have sex, baby girl. It’s a necessity.”
Meanwhile, James starts fucking her mouth, slow at first, then faster. He keeps both hands on her head, guiding her, praising her.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Take it all. Show me how much you want it.”
I keep fingering her, building the pace, and she goes wild, grinding back on my hand as obscene sucking sounds fill the room, the slick of her cunt dripping all over the floor. I know she’s close when she starts to whimper, the sound muffled by James’s cock.
I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You want to cum, don’t you?”
She nods, desperate.
“Then earn it,” I say, pulling my fingers out with a deep sucking sound.
I unzip, but instead of pushing into her pussy, I notch my cock at her asshole. Yeah, I’m that kind of motherfucker, and Marnie lets out a helpless shriek when she realizes what’s happening.
“Relax, baby,” I rasp while fitting my glans against that puckered back door. “You’ve already taken me here, so this isn’t new.”
But it might as well be because she’s so fucking tight.
Nonetheless, I’m relentless and soon, the head of my massive cock has breached her straining rim before I slide up her anus, deep and slow.
She cries out, the sound raw and needy. I fuck her, steady, feeling the way she tightens around me, the way her body gives and gives and gives.
James pulls out and forces her torso up, even as I continue fucking her ass. He stands and slaps his wet cock against her cheek, and then pushes it into her mouth. She takes it eagerly, even as I continue fucking her from behind.
We set a rhythm—James in her mouth, me in her ass, both of us moving in perfect time. Marnie takes us both, greedy, unstoppable, a bitch in heat.
“Mmmm,” she moans through the cockmeat in her mouth. “Unnnh!”
I feel her start to come, the rippling tremor through her body. I hold her hips and drive in harder, chasing my own release. James does the same, voice going ragged.
“Ready?” he grunts, and I nod.
We both explode, nearly at the same time—James in her mouth, me deep in her ass.
“Mmmph!” Marnie screams through the ecstasy, her eyes rolling up in her head, showing the whites, as two loads jet into her curvy body. “Ummph!”
I shudder hard, my balls emptying as her ass squeezes me like a vise.
“Fuck baby, you’re jerking me off with your anus. Yeah, just like that fuck fuck fuck.”
James, meanwhile, is roaring his release as he pulses down our sweet girl’s throat, abs straining as his balls churn.
“Goddamn!” he shouts, uncaring of who hears us. “Oh shit baby, you eat cum so well!”
Marnie swallows desperately, then collapses forward with her forehead against James’s abs, breathing hard through her nose. There’s so much semen that it leaks out from her mouth, streaming down her chin to splatter on the floor.
“Mmmm!” she moans. “Mmmph.”
I pull myself out of her ass, watching as my huge member emerges, slick and shiny from that tight hole.
She’s got gape and I finger it for a moment, enjoying the sheer filth of the action.
Then, I tuck myself away as James pulls out of her mouth, his cock slick and shiny with a mix of saliva and sperm.
“You were incredible,” he rasps before bending to kiss the insensate young woman, brushing hair out of her face.
She looks at us, eyes glassy, lips swollen, but there’s a smile on her face that wasn’t there before.
“Back to work?” she asks weakly, in a voice that’s hoarse but triumphant.
James grins. “Yes. But don’t forget that you’re a fucking goddess, Marnie.”
I lean in, kiss her cheek, and say, “See you at the next meeting.”
Our girl is still on her knees between two fully dressed alpha males, her eyes glassy and dazed.
But then she gets to her feet, buttons her blouse, smooths her skirt, and stumbles out, obviously still reeling from the intense sex.
We should be worried, but we’re not at all because what is the firm going to do? Fire her? Not while we’re in charge.
James pours another bourbon, downs it, and looks at me.
“Again tomorrow?”
I grin, feeling alive for the first time in ages. “Fuck yeah.”
After all, we love drilling Marnie, and the more we release into her curvy body, the more productive we’ll be at work. But for now, it’s about enjoying the here and now … and that means more of the sweet paralegal, on her knees with all of her holes pulsing and creamy.