
THREESOME • SPITROAST
New Year’s Eve Spitroast
If I’m working, I might as well enter the new year with a bang.
“I can’t believe we’re at the office on New Year’s Eve!” Christina slurred, tripping over her own feet.
Her champagne glass went flying.
“Sit down, Chris, before you hurt yourself,” I said, helping her to her cubicle chair.
“Who the fuck needs tech support on New Year’s Eve anyway?” she said, before passing out on her desk.
The rest of the office party was still in full swing. The bosses would have killed us if they knew, but we didn’t give a shit. There had hardly been any calls the entire day, so some of the guys decided to bring the party to us. There was still a ton of alcohol left.
Worst of all, I was horny as fuck. Seasonal parties always got me in the mood. Don’t ask me why.
“Dave, what are you guys up to?” I shouted from the office couch.
“Just chilling!” he called back.
Dave and Tom came walking over, both drinking champagne.
“Do you guys want to go somewhere quiet?” I asked.
They looked at each other.
“What do you mean?” Dave asked, biting down on a spring roll.
I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the booze table.
“Follow me.”
They followed me down the dimly lit hallway.
“Um, why are we going into Sam’s office?” Tom said, following me into the private office.
“He’ll kill us,” Dave added.
“Fuck Sam,” I said.
I used my arm and cleared the desk, sending papers, the phone, picture frames and stationary flying. I ripped my white blouse open and pulled my bra off.
“Holy fucking shit,” Tom said, placing his champagne glass on the floor.
I jerked my black pencil skirt up to my waist, flashing them my black lacy thong.
“Lucy, what,” Dave said, looking around nervously.
I lay back on the table, my hard nipples pointing upward. I spread my legs wide, the front of my panties barely covering my smooth cunt. I hooked my heels into the edge of the table to keep myself steady.
I then opened the champagne.
POP!
“Fuck!” Dave said, jumping with fright.
“Stop being a pussy, Dave,” I said.
I tipped the bottle and started pouring the champagne over my tits. The fizzing bubbles tickled my nipples, arousing me even more.
Tom didn’t waste time. He came over, grabbed my busty mounds, and started sucking my wet nipples.
“But… my wife,” Dave stuttered.
“At least have a drink before you go,” I said, pulling my panties to the side.
I slipped the top of the bottle into my pussy, emptying the last of the champagne into my fleshy opening.
“What the fuck,” Dave whispered.
“Drink up,” I said.
Dave lowered his head between my legs, lapping the sparkling champagne from my pussy.
“Hmmm, fuck!” I exclaimed, bucking my hips as I grabbed Dave’s hair.
He sucked on my swollen lips, slurping the alcohol from my pussy chalice.
“Get your cock out,” I said.
Tom lifted his head from my chest and unbuttoned his trousers. I leaned my head back over the edge of the table and grabbed his cock. With my head upside down, I started sucking him off.
“Shit, shit,” he said, closing his eyes.
Tom grabbed both my wet tits and squeezed them as he fucked my face, shoving his cock deep down my throat.
“Get your cock out, Dave!” Tom said, his voice quivering with lust.
“But… Emily,” Dave said.
“Dave, I know now is not the right time, but Emily fucked Sam at the last office party. Your wife fucked our boss,” Tom revealed.
Holy shit.
“Cunt!” Dave shouted.
Filled with rage, I could sense him fumbling with his belt. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my thighs and shoved his cock straight into my champagne-filled cunt.
“Fuck!” I mumbled, muffled by Tom’s cock.
Dave fucked me hard and deep. I could feel his cock throbbing. He gripped my legs tightly as he rage-fucked me, jerking my body back and forth.
“That’s more like it!” Tom cheered.
Both guys spit-roasted me hard, drilling my mouth and pussy repeatedly, harder, and deeper with each powerful thrust.
“Shit, it’s almost midnight!” Tom exclaimed.
I could hear the office in the background.
Ten!
“Yes, yes, fuck you’re hot, Lucy,” Dave said.
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
The table started moving as they plowed me harder and harder.
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
Suddenly I felt my pussy contracting hard around Dave’s cock. I squealed loudly as an orgasm tore through my ravaged body. I shook uncontrollably while both guys held me down.
One!
“Fuck!” Tom and Dave shouted simultaneously.
Tom exploded, sending a jet of his cum down my throat. I gobbled it all up, my body still quivering with lust. Dave was next, shooting his load deep into my womb as he fucked the shit out of me.
Both guys pounded me for a few more seconds, making sure they filled me up properly before pulling out. They both collapsed, completely out of breath.
I sat up, my body stiff and aching. But I was satisfied. For now, my urges were at bay.
“Let’s head back, now the real party starts!”
My most memorable gangbang was in a parking lot behind a pub:
