Downward Spyral

Dick and Alia were called into Director Bertinelli’s office, but Helena was still on the phone when they came in. She held up a finger as they entered, then pointed it at a set of chairs against the wall. Her phone conversation was so full of acronyms, technical jargon, and possible metaphors that Dick barely had any idea what she was saying.

But he could see her nipples pressing flush through her blouse.

He sat down with his knees spread, showing his erect cock outlined against his pants. The reaction he saw on Helena’s face was exactly what he’d hoped for. Helena’s eyes lit up and her tongue slipped over her lips as she listened to whatever it was the person on the other end of the line was saying.

Alia sat down and made a production of crossing her legs, swinging one wide to flash her pussy at Helena. She was naked under her dress, and almost giggled as Helena’s eyes burned at what she had seen.

Very deliberately, Alia placed her hand on Dick’s knee. When Helena’s eyes focused on the hand, Alia slid it up Dick’s thigh. Alia smiled at Helena as she began to rub her hand over Dick’s crotch, and Helena smiled back as her legs opened under her desk. Like Alia, Helena was bottomless under her skirt. 

Not a word passed between them, the phone call with Helena’s higher-ups continuing, but everyone could feel the tension in the room, hear the heavy breathing growing. Helena switched the phone to her other hand and reached down to stroke herself, while Alia gave Dick’s member a squeeze through his pants.

Helena’s lips parted gently in enjoyment as she caressed the silky pubic hair between her thighs, though no one would’ve been able to tell from her voice. Alia, still gazing hungrily up Helena’s skirt, fumbled open Dick’s pants. Now Helena audibly gulped as Alia worked his cock out of his fly. As Helena pressed the phone’s mouthpiece to her chest, she threw her knees wide and plunged four fingers inside herself. Biting her lip, she raised the phone to her ear again.

Dick was smiling broadly as Alia jacked him off in front of Helena. Using her other hand, Helena brought his hand under her dress, along her thigh. His wrist pushed her skirt upward as her spreading legs opened it up. Helena could see his fingers push inside of Alia as easily as she saw the wicked grin Alia flashed at her. Squeezing the phallus, making the swollen cockhead leak precum, Alia slipped her ass to the edge of her chair and impaled herself further on Dick’s fingers.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir. Very good, sir. I’ll get right on that, sir.” Helena hung up the phone. Dick writhed his ass as Alia’s fist ran up and down his cock, leaning back to see Helena fingering herself and a woman’s hand jerking him off and his own hand going back and forth in Alia’s fiery pussy.

“Want his cock?” Alia asked Helena as she sat behind her desk, seething so hard that she couldn’t move.

“You know I do.”

“Want it in your mouth?”

“Yes…”

“Want his cum pouring down your throat, filling your belly—“

“Yes, YES!”

Helena came over her desk, running across the room before landing on her knees in front of Dick. Alia grasped his cock tightly at the base. As Helena lowered her head to its tip, Alia moved his member from side to side, smearing Helena’s pursed lips with his seeping precum.

“Suck him,” Alia urged thickly. “Suck my partner’s cock.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Helena purred, her mouth gaping open for Alia to feed Dick’s cock into. Their eyes met, both glazed with lust as Helena obediently sucked on Dick.

Dick thumped his head against the wall behind him, breathing excitedly. Alia was still jerking him off while Helena sucked his knob, her saliva running down for Alia’s hand to smear hotly over his length. 

Helena put one hand on Dick’s stomach, the sharply delineated abs almost cutting into her palm, while the other ran along Alia’s creamy thigh. When her hand was under Alia’s dress and touching the warmly seething lips of her pussy, Alia grabbed Helena’s wrist and pulled it to her groin until two fingers were in her pussy. She didn’t have to do anymore. Helena was fingering Alia as she sucked Dick’s manhood, softly purring with pleasure as female pussy clenched around her fingers and male member throbbed in her mouth.

“You like my partner’s cock?” Alia asked, feeling Dick’s hot breath on her throat as he turned gaze adoringly at her. “It tastes good, doesn’t it? I should know. I know his cum tastes even better. Suck his cock, Hel. Suck his cum right out of his balls!

Her fist banged against Helena’s mouth as she jerked on the shaft Helena was sucking, but the director didn’t mind. She was sucking down the warm, slippery precum Dick was feeding her, swallowing it in wet gulps. Alia twisted her ass, gripping Helena’s wrist as fervently as she was Dick’s length, fucking herself on Helena’s fingers. Dick gasped in delight, kissing and sucking at Alia’s neck, his hand cupping and squeezing her breast through her clothing. Her tits weren’t as big as Helena’s, but they were tighter, firmer.

“Take it all!” Alia said hoarsely. “Take all his hard prick! Take it in your mouth, down your throat—swallow my partner’s cock!”

Helena’s nostrils flared as she took a deep breath, then she slid her lips down Dick’s shaft until the engorged cockhead hit the back of her throat. She actually whimpered as her beautiful face bobbed up and down, covering Dick’s member with her mouth. Her hips swayed as if she were fucking someone, her fingers pistoning into Alia’s juicy sex. Taking her hand away from Dick’s abs, she ran it back to his ass, grabbing a tight, young cheek. She held onto it as she tried desperately to gulp down his cockhead. Alia turned her head, kissing Dick, her tongue lancing into his mouth as his prick finally slipped down Helena’s gullet.

The phone began to ring, but not one of them paid it any mind.