Office Girls By JD Kindle
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Copyright 2009 JD Kindle
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Coreen Daly stuck her head in Willow Knopp’s office.
”It’s five o’clock,” She said. “Let’s hit it.”
“Yeah. I know,” Willow told her. “Hold up, a sec.”
Willow was kicked back. Camped out. Relaxed. Slouched in her chair with her feet up, the petite beauty’s smooth, thin legs, clad in sheer stockings, created a sexy span that ended with her five-inch patent leather heels pointing daggers at Coreen.
Coreen leaned against the doorjamb. The full figured blonde nearly filling the doorway.
“The Noob giving you any problems?” Coreen directed the question at Willow though her eyes were fixed on the small figure sitting in front of Willow’s desk, Joe, the new hire.
“This Rat-faced Puke?” Willow scoffed. “Not likely.”
“I dunno. Looks like it could have rabies,” Coreen chuckled mirthlessly.
“I hope not,” Willow said.
“What’s it matter?” Coreen said as she kicked off her heels and plopped into the remaining chair. “We’ll just shoot him and be done with it.”
The women laughed.
Joe wasn’t too amused but remained silent.
The agency sent him over that morning and the shit started as soon as he came in the door.
Willow and Coreen had been standing near the reception area drinking coffee with a bunch of other women when Joe entered.
They all looked over at him with varying degrees of negativity registering on their faces.
Some were disappointed. Others, like Willow, were openly disgusted.
No one spoke to him but they all spoke about him.
“Not again!”
“Another Fugley!”
“Why can’t we ever get a Brad Pitt instead of just the pits!”
“Are they deliberately trying to gross us out over here? I mean, is it a temp agency or a circus clown school? Where’s his unicycle? Nasty ass Midget!”
Willow was stuck with the task of showing Joe the ropes. A task that she quickly foisted on a tardy coworker.
“I sloughed him off on Debby,” Willow told Coreen. “That truckstop slut came in all hungover. Looking like shit. Totally like she just came from a gangbang in a bar parking lot.
“So I told her to deal with this idiot. Hell, it was a good way to train him. Let him do all her work. The Dumb Fuck couldn’t mess up any more than Debby does anyway all by herself.
“The first thing she probably did was sent him out for a half-pint of vodka. The fucking lush.”
Coreen cringed at the thought of it.
“I wouldn’t wish that broken-down whore on my worst enemy,” Coreen said. “This little twerp is ugly as sin but what did he do to deserve getting dumped on Debby? I feel for the Pudlicker.”
“Not so fast,” Willow said. “I was thinking the same thing. Like maybe I went too far. That cunt is a fucking banshee when she’s stone sober. I started thinking she might have physically abused him. I called him in here now to make sure he wasn’t gonna file charges against me or something. But listen to this...
“I asked him how it went and what did he think of Debbie,” Willow went on, ”and what do you think he said?”
,” I dunno,” Coreen shrugged. “He started crying maybe?”
“He thinks she’s hot.”
“No!”
“He thinks she’s hot! That’s what he told me. The little unsquickable bitch thinks she’s hot! Do you believe it?”
The women looked at Joe marveling at his utter depravity.
“And do you know why he thinks she’s hot?” Willow asked.
“He’s into tattoos?”
“Probably. But the main thing is she went around bare legged. In that dirty wrinkled denim mini-skirt of hers. She must have ruined her pantyhose kneeling on asphalt getting gangbanged in the face,” Willow told her. “The Dude here told me it turned him on with her walking around, bare legs full of tattoos, in platform mules. He couldn’t keep his mind off wanting to go down on her.”
Coreen did a dry spit-take. Practically convulsing with disgust,” Gross!”
“Whenever I go bare legged in a skirt and heels guys usually try to bang me standing up from behind.” Willow said. ”What kind of guy first thinks of going down? Even on a regular chick?” Willow shook her head. “This is one sick puppy.”
“Well, stumpy here couldn’t stick his in standing next to you. Unless he stood on a milk crate. Or he had a twelve-inch dick.” Coreen smirked. “He looks like he has a twelve-inch dick up his ass.”
They both laughed while Joe sat red-faced. Dying of humiliation.
“Maybe I should take off my stockings and panties and have you draw a few tattoos on my leg with a Sharpie(tm),” Willow told Coreen.
“Ha, I can’t draw for shit but I bet it’d get him hot and bothered if I wrote “Eat me” just above your cunt and left it at that.”
Joe flinched and they both laughed.
“Oh-My-GOD!” Willow said.
“What?” Coreen asked.
“Stand up,” Willow told Joe. “Bitch, I said stand the fuck up!”
Joe stood up straight and Coreen burst out laughing as she saw the front of his pants. Tent-poled out like he was going to poke a hole in them.
“He better not have rabies. Cuz this ratfaced wimp is gonna eat some pussy for me,” Willow said. “And I do mean now.”
Willow kicked her heels off and started peeling off her thigh-high stockings.
“You can leave those on,” Joe told her eagerly.
“For you to drool all over, Slut-breath?” Willow barked. “Fuck you! I liked it better when you kept your fucking mouth shut.”
Coreen went over and slapped Joe on the back of head, “Yeah, shut the fuck up, Bitch!”
Willow slid out of her panties and spread her legs wide.
Joe sat stunned until she snapped her fingers and pointed for him to start licking on her.
Joe went down on Willow like he’d died and gone to Heaven.
Coreen moved her chair close to Willow’s and got ready for Joe to do her when he finished going down on Willow.
She started fingering herself as she watched Willow squirm under Joe’s tongue.
Quickly Willow was ready to climax. She swatted Joe to stop. She wanted to prolong the inevitable, “Go do Coreen.”
Joe shuffled on his knees to Coreen and starting licking her clit. She was already wet as sin.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning, clutching the arms of her chair, bracing against the waves of arousal crashing inside her.
Willow was ready for more stimulation.
Not wanting to deprive Coreen of the pussy-licking bitch she came over and straddled Coreen’s lap and knelt over the top of Joe’s bobbing head.
Willow kissed Coreen with deep, wet kisses. Tonguing her amazon coworker while working her own swollen clit against the crown of Joe’s head.
Coreen broke their lip-lock, throwing her head back, panting for air.
Willow buried her face in Coreen’s cleavage and kissed at the soft mounds pushing up from her bra. Snuggling deep into the warm recesses between Coreen’s ample breasts where the soft tan turned creamy white.
Coreen came with a shriek as Willow ripped her blouse open to passionately lick the buxom woman’s full and fabulous nipples.
Willow gushed cum down the back of Joe’s head and neck and collapsed in Coreen’s arms pressing her firm chest into Coreen’s massive rack.
With wet, probing tongues, they sloppily swapped spit, greedily working their lips into each other’s welcoming kiss. Sucking tonsils like oversexed teenagers.
After a few minutes the erotic charge wore down and they’re faces separated.
“God,” Coreen said. “Whew! That was pretty intense!
“I never made out with a chick like that before - except for college, I mean.
“And that time in Vegas...
“And my Bachelorette party...
“And a couple of Christmas and New Year’s Parties…
“And maybe a couple times when I got drunk at the bar. But I never had an orgasm over it - except back in college when my roommate went down on me.
“And that time in Vegas... Or---“
“Shut up already, Slut!” Willow told her. Still kneeling in her lap.
They stared at each other a moment and burst out laughing.
“I get it,” Willow told her. “You are so not a lesbian. Well, neither am I so don’t get any crazy ideas.”
“Right,” Coreen said.
“Right,” Willow repeated.
They stared at each other a moment and burst out laughing again.
Joe had slid onto the floor and was just finishing masturbating. He shot his wad and it went all over the carpet.
“That’s gonna stain,” Willow told him. “Hurry and wipe it up and then get us some tissues or something to wipe off with. Get moving, you fucking Whore!”
“First get me a cigarette,” Coreen told Joe.
“I’ll get it,” Willow said.
She got a pack out of her desk drawer and gave one to Coreen and lit it. Then did the same for herself.
Joe offered them each some Kleenex(tm) and they each dabbed at themselves to clean up.
Willow wiped her slobber off Coreen’s tits saying, “I owe you a bra and top. But it was worth it.”
“The Noob can spring for it. It’s all his fault,” Coreen said. “The fucking slut.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, “the fucking slut.”
They both laughed.
“What’s the midget’s name anyway?” Coreen asked.
“Search me,” Willow shrugged. “I never asked.”
“Joe,” He said. “And I’m not a midget.”
“Little Person, whatever…” Coreen corrected herself. Annoyed.
“I’m not a Little Person. I’m just short.”
Willow was getting pissed.
“You’re five feet nothing with your shoes on and you’re picky about being called little?” Willow chided. “Grow up!”
Coreen laughed.
Joe was actually five foot three and didn’t have any physical handicap but he was three inches shorter than Willow and Coreen positively towered over him at five-ten so he could understand why the women felt free to insult his stature. He was used to it. He felt like he deserved it.
He felt like an idiot for contradicting them. He should have let them go on thinking he was handicapped. Maybe they’d have cut him some slack.
“Well, Little Man,” Coreen said, “you go down like you know what you’re doing. I’ll give you that. You keep us happy and stay on the good side of Willow and me and your days here at Widgets Incorporated will be pretty much copacetic.”
“Yeah,” Willow agreed, “You’re a total waste of a human being but you’ll have it good here as long as you’re our pussy licking mascot. C and I run this place.”
“Sure.” Joe said softly.
“Don’t strain yourself jumping for joy about it, Bitch,” Coreen told him. “I don’t know about you, girl, but I’m gonna have to go Bi permanently to keep using this wimp.”
“How’s that?” Willow asked.
“I almost felt sorry for him but the little shit is starting to creep me out and make my skin crawl. Using him one-on-one is out of the question. It’d have to be a threeway or nothing.”
“I hear ya,” Willow told her. “I kind of like that he’s such a skeevy punk. It’s liberating in a way. Like, for instance, I think I peed when I came all over him but do I give a fuck? Hell no! Shit if that’d been I guy I had any sort of respect for I probably would’ve held back and then been too self-conscious to cum at all much less squirt like that. I never fucking gushed before.”
“I see your point,” Coreen said. “Like when you got a guy going down on you and you feel a fart coming on, even if you think the guy’s a real asshole unless he killed your cat or something there’s still a part of you that feels funny about ripping one right in his face.”
“It’s just the way girls are brought up, I guess,” Willow observed. “We are naturally very considerate.”
“But this pile of dogshit here?” Coreen tilted a thumb toward Joe. “I wouldn’t think twice. I’d gas his ass in a heartbeat. Fucking Douchebag.”
“Oh, shit,” Willow said.
“What?” Coreen asked.
“Douchebag isn’t the word for it,” Willow said pointing at Joe. “Look! He’s got another hardon!”
“Ewwwhh!” the women cringed.