The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... change. I allowed them all to sign up, adding Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday time slots to the list, but nobody seemed very happy about it.

As I watched all three girls perform their lunchtime oral services to worker after worker in conference room G, I realized something very special had begun.

First off, they all looked extremely sexy and mysterious in the masks I had brought in for them. Secondly, the men were all cumming faster as they watched all three naked women servicing their co-workers next to them. And, finally, my three cum swallowers were beginning to compete for swallows. I hadn't expected that at all.

It turned into a contest between them, and each of my girls wanted to out-swallow the other two. Liz got a lead when she stole one of Maria's swallows by asking her prospective cum donor to cum in her mouth instead. He happily complied, as an exasperated Maria looked on in disbelief.

After that the contest was on and all three girls were fighting over who would get to swallow every man's load.

Surprisingly, Maria ended up swallowing the most loads that first day and actually looked jubilant over winning. I suspected her popularity as a cum receptacle had more to do with many of my workers recognizing her as my former secretary, despite her mask, than it having anything to do with her prowess as a cum slut.

The next day the competition between the girls became too intense and sent everything off track. After Maria, once again, convinced more of ...

... the men to finish off in her mouth, Liz said something I couldn't hear - due to my closed circuit cameras having no audio - and the next thing I saw was Liz bent over the conference table, getting fucked from behind. A line of workers waiting a turn to fuck the hot blonde quickly formed up behind her.

I would not allow this to continue. These girls were getting paid to swallow, not fuck. Storming out of my office at a full sprint, I ran down the long corridor toward conference room G.

As I ran toward the blowjob room that had just turned into a gangbang room, I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me. "Dickie!" my sister shouted. "Where the hell is the goddamned fire?"

I stopped in my tracks and spun around.

"Diane!?" I shouted, stunned. My younger sister stood just outside the elevators decked out in her trademark, flashy style. She wore a bright orange and yellow one-piece designer off the shoulder jumper with one long sleeve and bell bottom leggings. She had an orange leather handbag to match, and also wore a gaggle of gaudy plastic orange and yellow jewelry, two huge hoop earrings, a beaded orange and yellow necklace, and a bunch of bangles on her naked arm, and, of course, she wore an overly dramatic grimace of confusion on her face.

Regaining my composure, I smiled and yelled in a high-pitched, fake-happy sounding tone, "Hi, Sis! This is such a... a nice surprise. Uh..." I fidgeted, at a loss and then asked in a more normal voice, "Do you think you ...