It's a holiday Tuesday for me, but I dedicate today's tantalizing teaser to those grafting their way through the working week, sustained by dreams of a far-off land called Friday. May you all make it there unscathed and find a beautiful reward on arriving. And why not indulge yourself, two days into the week, by reading my fellow-writers' 200-word teasers also? With an open mind and your beverage of choice. Here's the link:
Employees of the Month
“Wh-who are these guys again?” Aimee could scarcely manage the phrase.
“Boss-lady arranged it.” Emma’s cunt was under similar duress to that of her blonde colleague. The great wedge of cock sawing in and out of her was massively distracting as she fought for words. “She—oh god—She thought we’d given up so much time of the Hewlett contract we needed—shit!—an end-of-week reward.”
“Ffffuck, she’s a good boss.” Aimee’s ‘reward’ was gripping her waist and powering into her like a machine. “Is yours… as bloody big as this bastard?”
“God yes. He’s stretching me out and… oh fuck, that’s deep!” Emma thought she might burst out of her satin blouse, so hard were her nipples. “Company’s called—Aaagh! Fuck!—Rent-a-stud.” Or Cunt-wreckage. Maybe Cock Assassins. Her own rented stud muttered something in—what—German? Dutch? Most likely it translated as “Keep that pants-hole stretched, bitch”.
“Fuckers ruined our trouser suits,” Aimee observed, weak from her incessant shafting.
“Company’ll cover it,” Emma panted. “Anyway, isn’t this worth it?”
“Christ yes…” They both leaned one-handed on Miranda’s desk and stared back at the reckless pistoning of cocks into their wet cunts. “Oh god, Emma—thank sweet fuck it’s Friday!”