Week 3 // Jiyeon & Nien - Office Threesome

"You know we're going to have to do it, right?"

It's outright scandalous, the proposition. She's the new girl - wide-eyed and innocent - and Nien is talking about her like a problem that needs to be solved by putting her on her back and tucking her knees to her chest. It's a concept that, in all fairness, does have some merit. Jiyeon wouldn't be the first new employee to step through those sliding doors and think to herself, 'I should flirt with the boss, get on his good side,' and the irony of it all isn't lost on you.

Nien started three years back, and within a month she was on her knees under your desk, hands tied with your necktie and your dick stretching out her throat. You fucked her the next week - that has become the rhythm - and she's been bent over every surface in this office since then.

So sure, the fact that Nien is the one making the suggestion is nothing short of hilarious in itself. But still, there's something so calculating, so cold, about the way she's talking about Jiyeon. There's a hierarchy to it all, at her behest, and Nien's cunt has taken her right to the top.

So as you're pinned to your office chair, and she's sliding down your shaft with all the casual brevity that a quick mid-day office riding requires, it's as though you're both talking about nothing more important than the weather.

"We have to?" you ask.

Nien's hips snap, and the sound she makes is fucking dangerous.

Her little brunette bob bounces with each hump, and a redness envelops her cheeks. "Do I have to spell it out for you? You think I don't see the way she looks at you?"

You raise an eyebrow, put your hands on her hips, and watch her movements falter and stutter, a shiver going through her whole body. "She looks at you too."

"I know she does." Nien's smirk is downright filthy. "God. I get fucking wet thinking about it." Her eyes flutter shut, and she's pulling her shirt out from where it's tucked into her skirt. That impossibly tantalising little midriff appears again - her fucking belly button, her almost-too-thin waist and the soft skin.

"So you're saying it's one of those? We haven't had one of those since Lynn," you remind her.

"And look how well that turned out. You had her coming all over this cock within a week of her working here." Nien slides up until the head of your cock is barely inside her, and then glides back down to the base, throwing her head back. "Ah," she whimpers, and she shudders. Her cunt tightens, and you grab at her hips hard. "And having her moan into my pussy was... it was..."

"Hot as fuck," you finish for her, and the memory makes your cock twitch inside her. "Yeah, I know."

She opens her eyes, and her lids are heavy, her pupils blown wide. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She always looks like this when she's about to cum. You can see it all across her face. "So when you take Jiyeon on your desk later, I'm going to walk right on in." Her hips begin to grind against your lap, and your cock, and fuck, you’re struggling to breathe. "And I'm going to sit right down on her face." She bites her lip, a smile threatening. "Just to welcome her to the team."

It's so goddamn good, hearing her talk like this. It makes your cock strain inside her cunt, and her hips jerk, and she's bracing herself on your shoulders. "I like your thinking," you tell her, giving her a small, sharp thrust, and she cries out in pleasure, nails digging into your skin through your shirt.

"You always do." Her pussy clenches around your shaft, and she sinks her teeth into her lip as she cums, trying to stifle her noises so that no one passing the office will hear. You know her well enough to know that she doesn't care, not really - the thought of getting caught only turns her on more.

Yeah, this is how things go now, and really, it was never your intention. Using the power dynamics like this is kinda fucked up, and you know it, but Nien has a way of getting under your skin and taking what she wants - she did it the first time, and she has never stopped since. She has everyone here on her team, one way or another - knows how to twist their words and ply them to her advantage until they're all doing whatever the fuck she wants.

Luckily, you are what she wants.

-

Jiyeon's got those top two buttons undone again, and it honestly could not be more obvious. In fact, the only way it could is if she walked into here and just shouted, 'Look at my tits, boss!'

She's wearing a white blouse that's tight enough that you can see the colour of her bra through it, and her skirt is pencil. Maybe she just really likes tight clothes and stockings, and it's totally not for your benefit. But when she's always biting her lip before telling you things like 'I'm happy to help out in any way I can' and 'let me know if you need anything at all,' before taking a stack of files and swaying her hips the whole way over to the filing cabinet, it's kinda hard to take her intentions as being totally above-board.

The worst part is, your mind is full of thoughts of Nien sitting on her face, her thighs spread, while you fuck her, and it's getting to the point where you can barely concentrate. Your dick is half hard just thinking about it. That's when Jiyeon puts a file down on your desk, leans in, and breathes, "Anything I can do to help?"

You don't even realise that your gaze has fallen right down her shirt until she draws in a sharp breath, and you feel like the biggest creep in the world (you both like it). This is just unadulterated pervy staring, and you clear your throat, look up, and stammer, "I uh- yeah, thanks. Thanks, Jiyeon, that's all."

She straightens up, and the corner of her mouth twitches, like she's failing to suppress a smirk. "If you're sure?"

The look she gives you then is pure sin. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks are flushed. It's the way Nien looks when she's about to get on her knees and forcefully pry your cock from your trousers.

"Jiyeon." You say it low and firm. It's the most thinly veiled warning you could ever have produced, but keeping up appearances is half of the game.

But she's in too deep now - she's not going to back off without a fight. "You should feel free to ask me to do anything, you know? Anything you need..." And this time she leans right in close and runs a finger along your jaw. "I'll do it."

Your mouth is dry. Your heart is pounding. "That's very generous of you, but-"

"I mean it." There's a touch of determination in the way she says it, and she's not quite smiling anymore. "I want to do it." She pulls back and stares at you from just across the desk, as if she's trying to will you into fucking her. "Do you want me to?"

As lost in the moment you are, the future becomes all too clear in your mind. She's trying to control things. For all her innocent, cute visuals, she's trying her hardest not to just be the submissive little fucktoy you could just turn over and plow - she wants to decide what happens next.

She has no idea the extent of the mistake she's making. Nien is right out there, ready to crush her under-thumb and grind her pussy into her face until she's a weeping, whimpering mess.

That's the hierarchy.

If she wants to fuck you, there's a price for that and Nien is the collector.

"Jiyeon. Take your shirt off."

Her eyes go wide and she's biting her lip again, and her pupils are blown out in excitement. She doesn’t breathe, not for a good long moment, and then her fingers are trembling, and she's undoing the buttons on her shirt, one by one, slow and teasing, until it slides down her arms and pools on the floor.

Her breasts are fucking amazing, that much you have to give her. Round and firm, her bra giving her that perfect, perky cleavage. Her nipples are hard, poking through the lace. They would feel fantastic in your mouth.

She doesn't wait for your next instruction. She's already sliding her thumbs under the straps of the bra, and drawing them down her shoulders, and then it's the straps on the back.

"I haven't told you to take that off just yet.” It's meant to feign an admonishment.

Jiyeon's eyes flick up. "I figured it would save time."

"That it would."

She takes her bra off and her hands cup her tits, and it's mesmerizing, seeing her present herself to you like this. You gesture at her to come around to your side of the desk, and she saunters around it, cocking her hip out like she's all that, and well, she is.

You grab her hand when she gets close enough, and haul her in close. Her soft body collides with you and her hands slip against your chest, and there's a breathless little gasp before you lean in and bring your mouth to her collarbone. You can feel her sharp inhale, the way her hands grip at your shirt to steady herself, and your tongue slips over her skin as you drag your mouth up to her neck. She whimpers again.

And you hear the door.

The slow slide of it open is unmistakable, and it's no surprise to see Nien standing there. She's got the same look on her face as when she was riding your cock earlier - hungry, maybe even slightly furious. Her hand is resting on the handle, and it's all so nonchalant. So blasé.

"So I see the rumours are true, then," she says. You draw back from Jiyeon's skin, and Nien's eyes focus on you. "Did you really think you could come in here and fuck the boss behind my back?"

Jiyeon gasps, and her eyes widen. "I, um..."

Nien slowly closes the door until there's a sharp click

"It's no big deal," you tell Nien, with a shrug, because you know she loves to play the part of the jilted girlfriend. "I was just getting acquainted with the new team member."

Nien's gaze flickers down Jiyeon's body, and there's something so dangerous about it, about her slow appraisal of the girl in your lap. "Well, I suppose it's not too late to make her feel welcome." She's moving closer, and Jiyeon's fingers tighten on your shirt. "Is it?"

A tiny shake of the head. "N-no."

Nien's right beside you now, and her hand has slipped beneath your chin, tilting your head back until she can look down at you. "You can't just fuck other people and not expect me to want a taste," she says, sultry. She leans down, her eyes half-lidded, her smile sensual, and her lips brush against yours.

You hear the way Jiyeon's breath catches, the way she squirms in your lap. You're sliding your hands up her bare torso while making out with Nien, and your fingers brush over her tits, and she fucking moans.

When you pull away, Jiyeon's got her eyes closed, her cheeks are red, and her mouth is hanging open. And Nien - she has a sparkle of pure delight in her eyes. She walks around the desk, heels clacking against the floor. The silence makes Jiyeon nervous. You can see the conflict, the confusion, the way she's trying to figure out what the fuck is happening.

"See, Jiyeon..." Nien is beginning to set things right. "Fucking the boss for your own benefit is a classic. I can't fault it. But fucking my boss - now that's a problem. There's an order here, you see, and you have to start at the bottom."

Jiyeon swallows hard. "I don't under -"

"Shush now. Get on the desk." Nien has that same tone of command that she uses when you're about to fuck her, when she's trying to tell you exactly what she wants you to do to her. Jiyeon is powerless to it. She pushes herself to her feet, and climbs onto the desk.

"Like this?" Jiyeon asks, sitting atop the edge and looking over her shoulder at Nien.

So here you are, in that exact reality that Nien ensured you was a foregone conclusion right before you cummed inside her this morning. You're both on one side of the desk, with Jiyeon in the middle. "I think it'd be better if you lay back," you tell her, because this is no time to be sitting upright.

Jiyeon hesitates. You can tell that she wants to maintain some control, but she's not exactly in a position to be making demands. So instead just slowly lowers herself onto the hardwood. Nien's guiding her down too - hands on her shoulders, easing her back until she's lying flat. Then Nien's hands are moving down, tracing her fingers over Jiyeon's breasts, circling around her nipples, and then drifting down over her belly.

Jiyeon's breath is shallow, and she's got her eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Open your legs," Nien instructs.

Jiyeon hesitates, but eventually, her thighs part, and she draws her knees up, just slightly. Nien smiles, and slides her hand between her legs, and then her palm is pressing over Jiyeon's mound, and she's cupping her.

"Ah," Jiyeon murmurs, her head falling back against the desk. And Nien is looking at you, her expression smug.

"Would you believe she's wet?" she asks. "She is. She's soaked."

You hum in amusement, unbuttoning your shirt a little and loosening your tie. "Well, she was pretty keen to get started."

Nien's fingers curl, pressing against Jiyeon's entrance, and the girl bucks her hips. "Girl needs a fuck." Her fingers rub against the fabric of the panties, and then, on pure impulse, Nien presses her palm harder, and slides her hand up, over her pussy, just grazing her clit.

The resulting whimper is delicious.

"Take them off," Nien says, and it's to you, this time. You give her a questioning look, but she clarifies, "Get her panties off."

You've been just watching, just letting Nien work the girl over, but you're more than happy to join in. You stand between Jiyeon's thighs, and she's looking up at you with heavy eyes, her teeth in her lip. And your fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, and begin to slide them down her thighs.

Her cunt is pretty, pink, and glistening with arousal. She wants it. Fuck, you want it. Everyone in this room fucking wants this.

So you take a step back, and Nien's already climbing up onto the desk beside her, and she turns, and swings her legs over Jiyeon's head. She's sitting on her chest, her skirt riding up to show off the lacy tops of her stockings. She shuffles forward, and Jiyeon's eyes go wide, and then Nien's thighs are on either side of her head, and she's pressed her clothed crotch to Jiyeon's mouth.

"Do you wanna taste me?" Nien coos, and she's rolling her hips, grinding her pussy against Jiyeon's lips. You're unzipping your trousers, pulling your cock out. It's hot as fuck, watching Nien do this.

You can't see Jiyeon's reaction anymore, but it's Nien's that does all the talking. A little twitch of her eye, a parting of her lips. Words unsaid, written in expressions. Jiyeon's mouth is open. She's tasting Nien's pussy through her panties, and you can't fucking take it anymore.

You line yourself up with Jiyeon's cunt, and the head of your cock prods at her, and she whimpers against Nien's heat, her thighs quivering. You take hold of them, pulling them around your waist, and even though you're on the exact same page as Nien (the chemistry is undeniable), she still utters the instruction. "Tease her. Press that cock against her pussy and tease her for me."

So you do.

You slide the head up and down, dragging your length over her folds, smearing her wetness over your skin. She's squirming, arching her back, muffled noises coming from her.

"God, she's hungry." Nien reaches down under her skirt, and you catch a glimpse of her pushing her panties to the side. "I was so right." The fabric moves, and then she's pressing her exposed cunt to Jiyeon's mouth. You push inside the girl, and she moans, and Nien's mouth drops open and she shudders. "Yes, like that," she breathes.

Your hips press forward, and Jiyeon's pussy stretches around you, and it's a good thing she's this wet, because she's also really fucking tight. Nien's got her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. She's grinding her cunt on Jiyeon's mouth, and you start to move, slow and easy, feeling out what she can take.

"You're gonna make her cum so hard," Nien tells you, breathy, her hips jerking. "She's gonna lose her fucking mind with your dick in her pussy."

Fuck, you've always loved how dirty she can be, and your hands tighten on Jiyeon's hips, and you start to find a little rhythm. Everyone becomes so in sync. You, Jiyeon, Nien - this fucked up little triangle of lust, and Jiyeon's moaning, and Nien's swearing, and it's all just happening so fast.

Nien's giving you every little detail. She is telling you about all the little ways that Jiyeon's tongue is making her feel so good. How she's so eager to lap at her clit, and how she doesn't even care that she's getting fucked by her boss while her tongue is buried in her cunt. She tells you how fucking good Jiyeon's mouth is, how she's so good with it, how she can't wait to make Jiyeon eat her out again and again.

Nien is pulling off her shirt. That long, slender body will never become a mundane sight, no, you'll never tire of seeing her small tits and pert nipples and tiny waist - not ever. Her abs are tense as she drags her cunt over Jiyeon's face, and fuck, you just want to get your hands on her and kiss her everywhere. But there's also a very eager pussy wrapped around your cock right now, and that's taking up more than a bit of your attention.

You lean forward, hands flat on the desk either side of Jiyeon, and your hips are speeding up. Her legs wrap around you, her ankles locking, and she's so needy. You can hear it. And Nien is getting closer too, the two of them hurtling towards orgasm together. The visual of it is so raw and so hot, and when Nien's thighs tense, and she cries out, pressing herself down against Jiyeon's mouth, you feel Jiyeon clamp around your dick and her whole body spasms.

You fuck her right through her orgasm, and Nien grinds hers out. "I'm cumming all over her pretty face," Nien is hissing, and you can't do anything about it - the words just make you fuck Jiyeon harder, and it's all a mess of filthy words and whimpers. "We need to paint her together." And oh, how good does that sound, the two of you cumming on her.

"Shit," you mutter, because now it's all you're thinking about. You're getting so fucking close, pounding her tight little cunt, and Nien is still panting and shuddering as she slides back off Jiyeon's face.

You're getting your first good look at the mess she has become. Her lips are slick, her mouth and chin coated in Nien's juices, and she's so thoroughly fucked-out that her eyes are almost closed. Her cheeks are burning red, her hair dishevelled. And Nien leans down, her face inches away.

"Did you like my pussy, Jiyeon?" Nien's question is soft and seductive, and she's gently stroking the girl's cheek - it’s a far cry from the rough insistence of the way she mounted Jiyeon’s face not long ago. "You did, didn't you? You came so hard while you were eating me out."

Jiyeon lets out a tiny whimper of pleasure, and Nien smiles.

"Bet you wanna cum again," Nien says, and her hand slides down over Jiyeon's breasts, to her stomach, and then between her thighs where you're still moving. Her fingers find Jiyeon's clit, and she starts to rub.

"Oh fuck," Jiyeon gasps, her eyes flying open. Her hips buck.

"Your face is such a mess," Nien whispers, her lips close, "Such a perfect reward for all the flirting you have done with us. You like flirting, don't you? You like teasing us?"

Jiyeon nods frantically, and Nien's grin turns so sinful.

"Good. I like being teased. It makes me want to fuck you more." She works Jiyeon's clit, your cock moves inside her, and Nien tells her, "I want you to cum all over him. Make a mess of his dick, Jiyeon. Cum for me."

The command, the dirty talk, it's all so fucking much. It's just a matter of a few more strokes, of that relentless stimulation of her clit, and she's done. She writhes, and her pussy squeezes you, and she cries out your name and Nien's name in a litany. And fuck, it's that which finally sends you over the edge - her, telling the two of you how much she loves this.

You pull out, and Nien knows what to do. She's helping the still shuddering, almost broken, Jiyeon off the desk and down onto her knees, and they're both right before you, faces upturned, mouths open and eager.

Nien looks like a proud queen, and Jiyeon is her newest subject, eager to please. You're going to paint them. Nien reaches up and takes over. She's stroking your cock, her fingers moving over the wet shaft, and it doesn't take much - just a few good pulls and a couple twists of her wrist - and your cock is spurting.

It's messy, and perfect. White lines of cum across their faces, some getting in Nien's hair, across Jiyeon's flushed cheeks, and they're both moaning. Nien continues to jerk your cock, making sure every last drop is milked from your balls, and then she leans forward and gives you a filthy open-mouthed kiss. Your cum is smearing across her lips, mixing with your saliva, and then she turns to Jiyeon and pulls her in for the same.

It's the kind of kiss that makes your spent cock twitch, watching them swap it back and forth, licking each other's lips, sharing your seed.

Fuck, you love your job.