Ripping girly partitions!
No one likes being told at short notice on a Friday evening that they will need to stay back and work. Both Ms Stacey Harris and Ms Erica Pennell had plans.
Not the same plan, but they both involved cock hunting, not moving around boxes of files so a bunch of male arseholes, most of whom they had screwed, could keep screwing over the company's client list promptly again on Monday morning.
They both had newly appointed brokers lined up for tonight. Boy, were they foul, having had to cancel?
One horny young slut in a large office complex is enough to keep all the randy, upwardly mobile junior partners happy in the sack and focused on their productivity bonuses at work. However, two slatterns on the same office floor are downright dangerous.
They say it is girls who kiss and don't tell, and it is boys who fuck and brag.
However, in this office, the guys learnt to fuck and shut up because Stacey and Erica were hellcats with each other and the recently screwed guy: if they believed they hadn't rooted the prick first.
However, brunette Stacey and blonde roots Erica had some grudging things in common.
They equally liked clean-cut guys in suits, with money to burn on naughty weekend escapes, hotel spas and free-flowing champagne, expensive girly gifts and screwing on good quality mattresses consistently above the silk sheets.
Yes, the pair liked their exposed arses to be surrounded by class. They looked down on the tradies.
So, as they frickin shuffled expander folders, messy piles of tab-ended folios, loose manilas and some reasonably organised corrugated storage boxes to the new smart screen portioned desks in the office complex on the third floor: they realised at least, thankfully: all the laptops had, had to be taken home.
Erica and Stacey were going about the task in killer high heels, and neither had time for the two scruffy, three-day facial growth, sweaty, overalled blokes doing bloody hard over time, too.
Pete and Marcus had a contract to finish and frickin penalty clauses if the place wasn't ship-shape by Monday. They both had nagging girlfriends on hold till Saturday, and they knew they better keep their promises to them. Boy, were these two assembling storage units fast: they were intent on finishing soon.
Yes, Marcus and Peter; both saw great arse in short black office skirts, ballooning bosoms under white blouses and plenty of thigh under sheer dark pantyhose, and the eye-drawing booty sway created by walking in heels, but the scowling disdainful ignoring of both guys: well, here were two uppity chicks it seemed.
"The pair need a cock up their arses," whispered Marcus to Pete.
His mate replied," Yeah, like us, they have better things to do than rearrange an office, like getting a Friday night screw."
The work was all click and assemble for the guys, but there was a hell of a lot of floor space to curtain off.
They were only just ahead now of the two tight-arsed snooty bitches still shifting files to the newly partitioned workstations: as quickly as they were assembled.
Eventually, it happened; Stacey caught up with the guys: one on each side of an office screen they were finalising, Marcus on her side, checking for stability, and Pete adjusting on the other side before moving on again.
Stacey, bored shitless, was trying to check out her nails for any damage around the over-full office box she was holding.
Erica, carrying several expander files but moving too fast, snapped her frickin heel, caught in a lift between the supposedly new carpet squares.
She unleashed a: "Fuck it," but she was still propelled straight ahead. Falling.
Erica had too much forward momentum and went into Stacey's back, which was buffered by Marcus's body. Still, she knew as she grabbed the office table to steady herself that she had chipped a frickin nail.
Stacey added her own: "Fuck it."
Gathering her poise back, she turned viciously on Erica.
She didn't care to ask if poor squashed Marcus was okay.
"Fuck you bitch," she said, eyeballing Erica.
"Well fuck you too, you skank, just standing in the way."
She had her heels off and was inspecting the damaged one.
There were files everywhere on the floor. All mixed up.
The girls grabbed them, getting them back into the correct piles.
Pete and Marcus were enjoying the diversion.
Wow, was there some tension between these two young women.
In haste, Erica and Stacey grabbed the same memo and tore it roughly between them.
"You're a stupid tart," said Stacey.
"Oh, screw you, you bitch!" retorted Erica.
Stacey was on her feet.
Erica was on hers without her heels.
Normally equal in height, with heels, she felt at a disadvantage, lost her usual aplomb, and pushed Stacey.
The girls had that catfight look in their eyes, and, geez, suddenly, their long feminine nails looked more like claws.
Marcus and Pete stepped between them. The girls tried to move around them.
Pete had Stacey locked in his arms. Marcus had Erica nicely pinned.
All that sexual frustration of working overtime was redirected straight at the guy in front of them. They both liked firmness, hardness and a touch of the unexpected.
Stacey squirmed for release, but her tits just pressed excitedly into Pete's hard chest.
Erica's hands pinned in front of her body found a cock.
Well, they had nowhere to move.
Whether Erica kissed Marcus first or Stacey locked onto Peter's lips initially, it hardly mattered; four bodies were underway, unwrapping and coiled in sexual need.
Each girl looked at the other, not wanting to be the one falling behind in the raunchy stakes.
Pete's hand went straight under brunette Stacey's skirt as they twisted their tongues together.
Marcus had his hand inside blonde Erica's blouse. He nicely squeezed in her bra cup, fondling her weighty breast and teasing her quickly hardening nipple.
The four of them were working hard, all right, working on upping the sexual pressure and sexual energy of the moment.
No leisurely stripping or removing of clothes here.
Rather, expose the aroused bits through the clothes and grapple fast.
Stacey lay back across a desk; her skirt hitched up and her pantyhose around her ankles, her knickers stretched across her thighs as Peter's tongue went exploring her personal fleshy recess. He was probing, licking, teasing, sucking, and fingering the moist twisted puffy opening and the brunette's pretty inward slit.
Erica's gash was exposed where the guy had ripped her pantyhose off, and her knickers were cut off with a handy pair of scissors in the stationary tray on the desk.
Marcus had her leaning back too, and her coochie, instantly wet because of the delicious naughtiness of the nylon sheering so easily under strong hands.
"Ooh! Oh! Ooh Oh! You dirty sod! Ooh! Ooh!"
Her repeated little gasps of delight as the sides of her pink panties were snipped with the scissors and just fell away…exposing her special private pinkness …so quickly…so easily.
Marcus went for the finger-slit wetness test.
The blonde was soaking.
His cock was straining. It got so hard in the mayhem of shredding her pantyhose and slitting off her cute, petite panties. Then Marcus was slitting her pussy nicely with his hard cock.
"Ooh, yeah! Ooh my! Fuck that is good! So good! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Stacey was in pussy licked heaven but saw on the desk across from her that bitch Erica with her thighs up around her ears getting a really deep moaning fucking. Stacey hinted by grabbing Peter's cock that she needed screwing now.
The brunette knew how to get her legs back…now her panties were off…God her gym work paid off…as her thighs were back so far …it was near contortionist.
Talk about pussy and cock dovetailing. The guys were pumping in deep, and both young women were holding their spread pussies, canyon-wide, enjoying intensely deep fucking.
"Ugh! Ugh!" from Stacey.
Erica chimed in time, " Aah! Aah!"
Screw the office installations.
Cock and pussy mutually installed was way more fun.
With two guys in this deep, there was going to be a lot of excited cum exploding somewhere.
Pete frickin jizzed off in Stacey as she moaned.
"Orrgh! Orrgh!"
Pleasure dispensed equally.
Stacey wiped her pussy with her crumpled knickers. Pete packed his relaxing cock away.
However, Marcus was still shovelling cock into Erica's insatiable hole.
Stacey picked up the blonde's unbroken shoe and spat on the stiletto and, getting behind and between Marcus's legs, started playing with the heel around the tart's tight arsehole. Then, she eased the stiletto point in, working it in and out.
She heard the bitch moan more intensely.
"Raah! Oof! You bitch! You frickin' slitch! Hngh! Hngh!"
She was bringing the bitch to heel.
When Erica had a nice gape, Stacey grabbed Marcus's surprised cock in her hand and directed it with a sudden shove into the blonde's nicely puckered arsehole.
Pete moved from that flexi, accommodating, naturally juicy, smeared cock hole…a pussy…to a cock's secretly sought hole…the constricted, forbidden crack.
The tightness insanely wrapping his cock in pleasure that can't be define…so naughty… yet so nice.
Stacey wasn't finished yet. She was jamming her own fingers into her office competition bitches pussy —finger fucking her rival intensely and directing Pete —
"Grab those scissors and cut off the slattern's bra! Now!"
Pete, having found a new perversion …snipped away…cutting only the bra cups so her tits hung out —pushed out and up, and he was licking and nuzzling her mammaries.
Erica was overwhelmed with body-pleasing sensations. Aroused in multiple erogenous zones. She wanted release but craved more as the intensity built to wanton excess.
First, her clitty sparked off a chain reaction of pleasure spasms through her body.
Her tits were so sensitively alert to a tongue tip.
Her arse was in love with a hard, burrowing, burgeoning cock.
While her pussy was admiring that bitch Stacey —fuck, she knew how to please another girl's coochie.
Her cute, innocent partition was trashed. Hoiked in one direction by a meat sword. Tugged in another by fast finger hacking! Pegged, churned and bonked by nosediving cock that — blitzkrieged her arse with more vehemence than a diving Stuka!
Stacey hit Erica's G-spot repeatedly. Pussy infiltration! The cleaved barge and trespass!
Marcus creamed the blonde's arse — the guy really filled her —packed her crack with cum.
Erica was suddenly moaning helplessly as she squirted and orgasmed together for the first time in her life.
"Aahh! Aah! Oh my! Aah! Aah! Aarrghh!"
There was a frickin fluid bath. A spray of internal gushing liquid saturating skirts and other pieces of clothing still on.
An arcing fanning jet of glistening droplets smacked into Stacey's face.
"Sheez girl, your juice is a sweet cocktail," she said, licking her lips.
Fuck, the girls were happy with each other.
They gave each other the look of long-time best friends. The look that they would get together again.
The guys helped soaked to the bone; Erica and Stacey tidied up a dog's breakfast of a space.
The files and desks were able to be arranged and wiped down and screw some junior partners who would crap themselves Monday when some key accounts were missing —the saturated and torn file went into the worker's skip bin.
But the lady's clothes were: stained —ripped —cut —they were fucked.
That was until Marcus and Pete grabbed a spare company shirt, overalls, and boots from their van outside for the girls.
There is something very sexy about classy girls reduced to overalls.
They all engaged in silly banter and rude jokes and adopted a fun, effortless, speedy, all-hands approach to finishing the partitions and moving the boxes to the desks.
Come Monday, an office would be worse in terms of relationships due to newly imposed partitions.
Yet the partitions on this Friday night had broken down the barriers between uppity girls and working-class guys.
A truism: but sex does defy any barrier.