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."