Kiki and Kortney spend Valentine’s Day in the office as a sea of flowers and chocolates are being delivered to everyone but them! When everyone leaves for the day, they enjoy each other sexually as only girlfriends can, then decide to add a man to the mix, so they go in search of one, at a pro basketball game. The duo soon turns into a menage of sexual pleasure! More
Kiki and Kortney from Hot Desking are back for more delicious sexual adventures. The erotic duo spends Valentine’s Day in the office as a sea of flowers and chocolates are being delivered to everyone but them! When everyone leaves for the day, they enjoy each other sexually as only girlfriends can, then they decide that sometimes a woman needs a man, so they reflect on where to find a man and go to a pro basketball game! The sparkling girlfriend duo soon turns into a f/f/m menage of sexual delight. Valentine Menage by CJ Starr is a Quickie Read of sexual pleasure.
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“Well, hell,” I said as I flopped into one of the fancy executive chairs and sucked on the end of a cigar I had no intention of smoking. I wished I had a cock in my mouth instead right now, but I had to settle.
Kiki sat down across from me and put her stockinged feet up on the coffee table between us. She held a glass of scotch. The executives never knew we kept skimming off the top because we refilled the bottle with a little water each time.
I really hated Valentine’s Day. During my entire shift, men with deliveries of balloons, chocolates, and huge floral arrangements had come and gone. All the single girls, and most of the marrieds, had something from their sweetheart by the end of the workday.
“Jealous much, Kortney?” Kiki asked me after taking a long sip of her scotch.
I shrugged. “You didn’t get anything either.” She’d switched her shift and now had the cubicle next to mine. We still snuck in to use the executive “washroom” after everyone else left, though. We felt like we deserved it after what we went through here at the job.
“What should we do to change that?”
“We could always just fool around here.”
Kiki sat forward, spread her legs, and pushed her skirt up. I could see she had no panties under the well-tailored, designer threads. Her pussy glistened in the mood lighting of the room. She touched herself then, and my pussy clenched in response. I could feel the panties I wore -- and now wish I didn’t -- dampen as she brushed her finger repeatedly over her big clit.
“Are you going to just sit over there and be a cunt tease?” I asked, swinging my legs down off the edge of the chair and spreading them for her. She nearly leaped across the coffee table to get at me. Eagerly she pulled my panties down and, literally, dove into my muff.
She was insatiable; eating out my pussy like a starving man on Thanksgiving would attack a sweet potato pie.
I hitched one leg over the arm of the chair, giving her even more access to my goodies. Her tongue and fingers went crazy against me, driving me to climax before I could even beg her to slow down, to make it last.
I squirted for her, drenching her face and the chair with my cum.
She pulled away, giggling, and used one of the fine linen hand towels left for the executives to clean herself off. Then she threw the towel at me so I could mop my juices off the chair.
“So now what?” she asked, once I’d tossed the towel into a discreet hamper and returned. “Go find a guy and hold a gun to his head until he buys us some flowers?” Kiki and I played a lot, but we were by no means a couple, and each of us hoped to find someone special and permanent.
“The first part sounds good,” Kiki told me.
“Find a guy?” I asked.
“Sure. Why not?” She tipped her head back and looked at the ceiling. “Where should we go?”
“Where would all the hot single guys be on Valentine’s Day?”
Oddly, the idea seemed to come to us at the same time. “Basketball!”