"So we have four more days before Friday, boys," Danielle said, enjoying the feeling of the remnants of Osman's cum dripping out of her bare pussy and joining the sticky mess on her thighs. Both men turned to look at her, each one grabbing an ass cheek and squeezing it under her ridden-up skirt, exposing her backside to anyone who wanted to look.
"Yup," Lee said non-challantly, not caring about the still-raging hardon in his slacks.
"I say we fuck with her. A lot. Force her hand, so to speak," Dani said with an evil giggle. The three of them set a plan in motion after Danielle from her desk drawer. She sat on her desk in the middle of the work cubical and spread her legs, putting one knee up by her chin and the other on her chair, spreading her toned thighs wide. Her cum-filled cunt and slick thighs glistened brightly in the camera flash. Osman clicked away, not caring whether anyone else in the office saw them; it was break time anyway and most of them were out smoking.
Danielle lifted her shirt up, exposing her slim belly and one of her pert tits and dark nipples while her other hand spread her pussy lips open. A long drip of cum started forming and heading to the floor while Osman clicked away with the camera. The string of fuck juice stretched almost 6 inches before it broke and the drip splatted into the carpeted floor of the cubical.
Within minutes, Melissa started getting the pictures in email with phrases like "Look Familiar?" "Wish you were here again." and "Is your cunt as full as mine?" in her email. The boys and Dani could almost her her gasp over the quiet of the office.
"Well guys, I think that's just the begining. We have 4 more days to harass our little accountant before Friday night." |