1. Putting in the Overtime - Part One


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    them were some feet, which were attached to long, bare legs which rose to a pair of knees and then proceeded horizontally to disappear under a very short black skirt. It was Hailey. Vanessa still had her eyes closed. I squeezed her hand and she opened them. I recognised the shock in her face as my own. In a thousand years I would not have predicted this happening. Hailey was in the office after five. Sounds came down through the wooden desktop. A laptop being opened and booted up. The clumsy clunk of a password being entered. The soft thud of a track-pad being swiped and tapped. Hailey typed and tapped away for a few minutes, while Vanessa and I tried to come up with an escape plan using only our eyebrows for communication. I hardly dared breathe for fear of Hailey looking under the desk and finding us. New sounds drifted down. Tinny voices came from the laptop. She was listening to a podcast, or watching a video, or something. I couldn't make out the words. Sounds I could not immediately identify followed. I realised what I was hearing just as Vanessa mouthed the word at me. Porn. There was no mistaking the shrill, fake moans and the needlessly graphic slurping noises. Any lingering doubts were shattered when Hailey opened her legs wide under the desk – missing touching both of us by millimetres – and her right hand came down into view. Beneath the skirt she wore a pair of skimpy red knickers, the gusset already split by a dark, wet line. She traced one finger up and down ...
    very slowly, and made a low, lascivious “mmmm...” sound. I looked at Vanessa, but she was staring intently into Hailey's moistening crotch with her mouth slightly open. One hand drifted as though unconsciously down between her own thighs. My cock began to stir. I reached down and took it in my hand, feeling it swell and stiffen almost immediately. The front door of the building slammed again. Footsteps climbed the stairs. “Shit!” said Hailey, pulling her hand away quickly and snapping her legs closed. Frantic typing and tapping suggested she was closing down the porn and opening something that might look like work. The drama of the footsteps unfolded once again, only this time there was nothing we could do about it. By the time the Waiting Room door opened Hailey – or at least, as much of her as we could see – was sitting calmly upright and perfectly composed. “Oh, hello uncle,” she said pleasantly. “Hailey?” said a voice. It was TB. “What are you doing here so late?” “Just finishing up a few things, you know,” said Hailey. “Always work to be done.” “Well, yes, indeed,” said TB, sounding confused. “Er, great. But where's Vanessa? Where's Alex? They were supposed to be getting the report ready for the presentation tomorrow. Don't tell me they've gone home already?” I closed my eyes. We were fucked. “Oh no, they just popped out to get a bite to eat,” said Hailey. “You only just missed them. They'll be back. They've decided to pull an all-nighter to get it done. I said I'd help.” ...
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