Another binge (part 1)

Another booze called “corporate party” took place right at work. The office is large, there is enough space, so the management decided on the venue for the celebration. As always and as usual, everyone got drunk. And why not drink, if a freebie. The invited strippers worked out their program and left for the next performance. Our girls snorted: – Just think, what fifa. No boobs, no pussy, and an ass the size of a fist, but they stand out for who knows what. We ourselves can do this. Chef cheered up with half a glass of cognac and gave the idea: – Who can show a striptease with full undressing, after the holiday will receive a bonus in the amount of two salaries. He said this without thinking. Moreover, the female part of our team prevailed, so it was necessary to take into account the fact that the girls were slightly tipsy, to put it more precisely. Yes, and the eternal passion for freebies. Just think, shake your bare ass. But two bonus salaries, and this is not a pound of raisins. True, the girls said that they would not be able to hang on a pole due to their physical capabilities. Still drank, and the preparation is not the same. The boss waved his hand, agreeing that they could. But undress completely. The men sat in anticipation of the spectacle. The girls took to the podium. Turned on the music. And it began …
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The female part of us is represented mainly by young girls no more than thirty years old. A forty-year-old chief accountant is considered an old woman. But she also made it to the podium. Everyone needs an award. A dozen women began to undress to the music. Of course, in comparison with the same professional women, the spectacle lost a little, but everything was done from the heart. Yes, even from the expected reward, which warmed up women. Young girls acted more dexterously, apparently there was practice. Interestingly, all the women were wearing quite decent underwear. As the same chief accountant once said: – You need to dress as if you could be raped at any moment. So at least not to be ashamed of the rapist for bad underwear. And then there’s corporate. And the expectation that they will not restrain themselves from drinking and will give it to someone. There were precedents when I fucked, I remember, the same chief accountant, putting cancer in the lobby behind a palm tree. Shot in both holes. Drinking fucks are the order of the day. The girls undress, dance, twist their asses in front of the men, exciting them and getting excited themselves. For a dozen women, a dozen men. Of these, two are already in the rollback, at least fuck yourself. Everyone was so excited that right now the sin will begin, right here, at the table or on the table.
The boss grabbed his secretary, grabbed Lena from the economists and dragged her into his office. The rest did not hesitate. Bab was dismantled in an instant and taken to the offices. There were a couple of women for every man. He dragged two of his own, the chief accountant by old memory and Lariska the storekeeper, to Papa Carlo’s closet, as my office was called. They also called the goat-dresser, so it’s out of envy. So many women have gone through it. The women dumped the clothes they had taken from the catwalk, you guessed it, into a pile. And in four hands they immediately let everything down to the strings from me. For three people, the sofa turned out to be a little cramped, but we felt that being cramped is not offended. It should be noted that fucks during booze are taken for granted with us. No remorse, no mutual insults and reproaches. People drank, relaxed, it is necessary to throw off the tension. No one rapes anyone, everything is by mutual sympathy and consent. So the three of us spun on the couch in sexual lust. Girls with four hands and a pair of lips caressed me. I reciprocated by squeezing and kissing all their nice bulges and bulges. Lariska is younger than the chief accountant, slimmer, but the older one takes her ripeness. Breasts are full, large. The pubis is again larger than Lariska’s and softer. But Lariska is more flexible. Have played enough. The chief accountant got up with cancer, put her ass out. Inserted it and poper. Slowly, smoothly. Fuck, enjoy. Lariska’s tits began to twist and caress the head accountant. She strokes her ass, put her finger in the hole, helps me to fuck our old woman. With his free hand, he jerks himself off, rubbing his clitoris. I offered to lie down under the head accountant so that I could lick Lariska’s pussy. And they both agreed. I push the old woman forward, she pokes her mouth into Lariska’s pussy, she drags herself. And I also help Natalya Dmitrievna, caressing her clitoris. She sang, wailed, finished.