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“There you go, boss man.” Sasha slides an ice cold beer along the counter and into my hand.

“Thanks,” I stutter, hardly believing that Sasha Honeywell is talking to me, let alone buying me a drink. Not to sound like a lovesick teenager, but Sasha might just be the sexiest woman I have ever seen – and fuck, doesn't she know it. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a slender, yet curvaceous, athletic frame.

“On the house,” she grins resting her hand on my arm as I reach into my pocket for my wallet.

“Oh, thanks,” I repeat staring at her in awe. I swear I'm usually more articulate than this – but the music in the bar is so loud, and the feel of her skin against mine is so warm and soft, and as she leans in closer I can smell the sweet but subtle scent of her perfume. A deep, primal side of me wants to lean in and lick her head to toe.

“No problem Boss, I just thought you and I should get to know each other a bit better.”

Her hand is still resting on my arm as she sidles in even closer, and suddenly it hits me why she's being so friendly. Not that we don't get along, but Sasha has worked at the company for almost a year now, and has a reputation for keeping herself to herself, with the exceptions of a select few girlfriends that she permits into her inner circle. All I know about her is she is efficient in her job, and engaged to some trust fund arsehole.

I've been with the company a few years now, and have recently been promoted to assistant manager. A big account has recently opened and Sasha must know that I have some say on who gets it – of course Dawn has final say, but I certainly am the more susceptible and easily swayed of the two of us. Sasha's numbers speak for themselves, but she must be using the annual office drinks to her advantage. That's the only reasonable explanation her sudden interest in me.

I never thought of myself as the sort of manager to hand out favours in exchange for sex, that would be unethical, but surely there's no harm in a drink between colleagues. Picking up the pint glass I lean in further so she can hear me over the music. She's wearing a low cut blouse with a silver necklace plunging between her cleavage. I can't help but look, and if she notices me staring she doesn't move. “Thanks.”

“You've said that about three times now.” Sasha giggles, her perky tits barely squeezed inside her top jiggling up and down. “But it's my pleasure. You know I've noticed you around the office, but I've always been shy to come up and talk to you.”

I don't believe that for one moment, but I'll play along with her little game for now. “Too shy? Or is your fiance the jealous type?”

I inwardly cringe. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned her fiance. My game has never been the strongest, and Sasha caught me off guard when she approached me. It's not every day a beautiful woman buys you a drink and starts shamelessly flirting with you.

“Maybe. But what Doug doesn't know won't hurt him.” Sasha winks at me. “Besides, I think you and me could be real good friends.” Biting down on her lower lip, she places a hand on mine.

Her signals are loud and clear that even an idiot like me can read them. I should shut this down, but she has me mesmerised. I try and think of the right words to say, ones that will somehow magically allow me to have my cake and eat it, when I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder.

“There you are!”

Startled, I pull my hand away from Sasha and turn around to see Meg beaming up at me with her signature smile. Meg Stafford is another one of our colleagues, and is adored by everyone in the office. She's small and petite with enormous tits, and short, dark hair that frames her angular face. I'd consider her one of my work friends as we're both big foodies and sometimes go out for lunch together to visit new places that no one else will try out with us. But what's more, she is one of the few permitted inside Sasha's inner sanction.

“Yeah, here I am.” I wonder how guilty I look right now. A big part of me is glad she's here – I enjoy her company and I know she is saving me from a big, big mistake – but another part me is desperate to get back to Sasha.

“What you drinking? Let me get you a drink.”

“Well, actually...” Before I can reply, Meg is leaning across the counter to flag down the server. Even in her heels her feet dangle off the floor.

“I just bought him a drink.” Sasha leans across me to rest her hand on Meg's shoulder, her round perky breasts right in front of my face.

“Oh.” Meg eyes up our drinks on the counter.

“What can I get you?” the bartender smiles at us.

“Six Sambucas please.”

I try to protest. I don't like Sambuca, and as a newly appointed assistant manager I swore to be on my best behaviour tonight. But Meg either doesn't hear me, or just flat out ignores me as the bartender says, “It's five for four on all shots.”

“I'll take ten then!”

“Meg! We can't drink all them!” I yell over the music as the bartender turns his back to prepare the shots.

“Of course we can. Three each, and an extra one for you Mr Assistant Manager. I said I would buy you a drink to celebrate, so here you go.” She squeezes my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. “Hey, have you been working out?”

I have been working out, and Meg is very friendly, but she's not usually so touchy feely. It might just be the alcohol, but she has been dropping some very big hints recently about the Paris account. I've never thought of her as the sort of person to use people to get ahead, but then again I might just be letting my imagination run away from me. The bartender finishes pouring our drinks and holds out the card machine for Meg to pay.

“Meg, if I didn't know better I would think you were trying to get him drunk.” Sasha wraps her arms protectively around my shoulders as she says this, draping herself across me. Although she laughs I think I detect a slight edge to her voice.

“Me? never!” Meg distributes the shots between us. “Just celebrating with a dear friend. How's Doug by the way?”

“He's good, thank you for asking.” Linking an arm through mine, Sasha picks up one of the little shot glasses and raises it in a toast. Both Meg and I pick up a drink and clink our glasses together before swallowing back our first shot.

“Is he is expecting you back soon? I know how he gets,” Meg asks innocently enough wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Actually, I've told him that he's been taking me for granted recently and I need my space. I've booked a hotel room for the night, so I can stay out as long as I like, with whoever I want.” Sasha gives my arm a tight squeeze, as if we were both in on something.

“How lovely for you. I'm glad to see romance isn't dead.” Before Sasha can respond, Meg lifts up another shot of Sambuca in salute, so that we have no choice but to do the same.

“Speaking of which,” Meg says clasping my hand in both of hers, “I've got something I need show Josh. You don't mind do you Sasha? Just keep an eye on our drinks for us.” Before either of us can answer, Meg practically yanks me away from Sasha's clasp leading me out onto the heaving dance floor. A dark look settles on Sasha's beautiful face as we're swallowed into the crowd.

Keeping hold of my hand, Meg expertly weaves herself in and out of the writhing bodies, while I clumsily knock into everyone. Meg is wearing a loose fitting red dress that sways as she walks, reminding me of a naked flame. Although I try not to, my gaze is drawn towards her perfectly, small round butt bobbing up and down with every step. Has Meg's body always been so toned and supple? Despite all the drinks, my throat feels dry as I lick my lips.

We come to a stop right beside the speakers. Meg turns and says something to me, but I shake my head unable to hear her over the blaring music. She moves in closer to shout into my eat, lifting herself up onto tiptoes. Her small, warm body presses against me, and I wonder if she can feel how hard my heart is beating inside my chest. She rests a hand on my shoulder for support, and I duck in closer to hear her.

I can't hear everything she says, but I catch the words, “Be careful around her.”

“Who, Sasha?”

Meg leans in closer as I rest my hand on her tiny waist. I hear the words, “just using you.”

I tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ears. I've never paid much attention to earlobes before, but Meg's is so small and looks so soft as if I could nibble on it. Instead, I lean is closer and whisper loudly in her ear. “And you're not? You've said more than once how desperately you want that Paris account.”

A scowl crosses her face and I almost feel bad about what I just said. “Yes I do, and I wouldn't say no if you offered it to me, but it's not about that. I don't want see you get hurt.”

She seems sincere, and I genuinely feel bad. I don't know what to say now. Her hands are still resting on my shoulders, while mine are still wrapped around her waist. Our bodies instinctively sway to the pulse of the music. I don't know if it's the alcohol, or the heat of the moment, but something about this feels right. Natural. Meg must be feeling it too as she nestles her head against my chest. My hands slide around her waist and down her lower back.

We should stop. Somewhere out on the dance floor are the rest of our work colleagues who would have something to say if they can see us right now. Meg's body grinds against mine, her sharp hip bones jutting against my thighs. My hips follow the steady rhythm of hers, and I'm sure she must be able to feel my semi pressing against her through my jeans. But she doesn't stop. My hands slide down further down, cupping round her firm, round bum.

Lifting her head up from my chest, Meg looks up at me with her big, brown eyes, her bright red, pouty lips slightly parted. I close my eyes, bracing myself to lean in and kiss her. But when I open them back up there is a pint of flat beer hovering in front of my face as Meg pulls away from me.

“I brought your drink,” Sasha pushes her way between us. “Sorry I couldn't save the shots. Finance got a hold of them. Those crazy animals.” Sasha rests a hand on my shoulders, pushing the pint glass even closer up to my face. “Oh, sorry I'm not interrupting anything am I?” Sasha eyes both me and Meg up, daring us to tell the truth.

“We were just dancing,” I say rather too quickly, taking the glass from her hands.

“Oh fun! I don't want to break up the party, but I think I'm going to had off now. I was just wondering, Josh, if you could walk me to my hotel? I'm just staying down the road by the bus station, but I know I would feel a lot better knowing I have you there to look after me.” She looks up at me pleadingly with her big blue eyes and pouted lips.

I'm torn. On the one hand I wouldn't feel right letting Sasha walk around at night by herself, but on the other hand I see exactly what it is she's playing at. Not that I'm not tempted, which is exactly why I shouldn't. Then there's Meg... my eyes shift between the two different but equally gorgeous women.

“You should have said,” Meg cries, momentarily relieving the tension. “I'm heading to the bus station myself. We can all walk together.”

“Great.” I'm not sure if this is a better solution or not, but I'm glad that I've been spared making a decision for now.

“Yes. Great.” Sasha's lips are pursed into a thin line. “I just need to get my stuff.”

“Me too.”

Hunching my shoulders, I shove my hands inside my pockets as I wait for Sasha and Meg outside. It's a freezing cold night and I regret my decision to leave my jacket back in the bar – I thought it would be a good incentive for me to go back for it once I knew Sasha was safely in her hotel room, and Meg was on her bus. I begin pacing up and down - they are taking a while, I just hope they haven't got into an argument.

“Hey!” I turn to see Meg and Sasha emerging the bar together arm in arm. At least they seem to have made up.

“Thanks for waiting.” Sasha disentangles her arm from Meg's to take mine.

“Yeah, thanks,” Meg says taking my other arm.

“No problem,” I mumble, appreciating the feel of the their warm bodies pressed either side of me.

We walk silently together down the street. At one point Meg sighs and rests her head just below my shoulder, and Sasha nestles even closer into me, but neither of us utter a word. My heart is beating like a jackhammer inside my chest, the night air having done very little clear my head; although I am aware of the envious looks thrown my way from passers-by. One lad with a traffic cone on his head stops to give me a thumbs up. What have I gotten myself into here?

We stop just outside of Sasha's hotel. The dial on my watch says 10:55. “Thanks for walking me,” Sasha says, slipping her arm out of mine. “I'm sorry if I acted inappropriately tonight. Just sometimes I get a little carried away.”

“I'm sorry too,” Meg says as she takes my hand in her hers. Her skin is like ice.

“I don't know what you're both talking about.”

“Yes you do. And while Meg and I were getting our coats we got talking. We were behaving petty and we're both better than that.”

“And we'd really like to make it up to you too Josh,” Meg adds.

“Would you like to come up to my room for a drink?”

While I am standing there trying to decide what I should do, Meg gives my hand a little tug leading me towards the hotel. I'm not really sure what is going on but it's nice to see them getting along, and it is so cold, and I could do with a drink...

Sasha's hotel room is pretty standard. There's a double bed in the middle of the room with an armchair by the window, and a tea and coffee making station with an already half empty bottle of Prosecco left discarded on the side.

“Have a seat,” Sasha says hanging her coat on the back of the door. I take the chair by the window, while Meg perches on the edge of the bed. Without asking if we would like any Sasha pours three teacups of bubbly.

“I'm glad that you both agreed to come up here and we can all kiss and make up. After all, I'm a lover not a fighter.” Sasha presses a teacup of flat Prosecco into my hand. If I didn't know any better I would think she was still making a play.

“I think this is all going to work out for the best,” Meg agrees taking her drink from Sasha as Sasha sits down on the bed next to her. “May the best woman win.” They clink their cups together with a giggle, as if in on a joke I don't get.

“Definitely,” I agree taking a sip of my slightly warm drink. “And just so you know, this isn't a decision Dawn or myself take lightly.” The two of them nod, eagerly hanging onto my every word. Almost too eagerly, but I'm not too proud to admit that I am enjoying the attention. “I shouldn't really be telling you this, but just between the three of us, you two are the front runners. Well, there's Ethan, but he doesn't have...”

I trail off, my attention caught by Sasha's hand resting on top of Meg's leg, her fingers gently massaging her thigh. Meg doesn't seem to mind though as she takes a sip of drink, her knee brushing against Sasha's.

“Umm... he doesn't have either of your credentials...” Sasha's eyes are fixed hungrily on my mine, as her hand moves further up along Meg's thigh.

“But, I promise we will... Dawn and I...” As Meg spreads her legs wide apart her dress rises up, revealing that she doesn't have anything on underneath. Her pussy is freshly shaven, a few dark, trimmed pubes frame her deliciously pink pussy.

“Josh, are you feeling alright?” Meg asks, her heavy tits heaving up and down as Sasha's hand continues working upwards.

“Why don't you come sit with us?” Sasha adds moving up closer against Meg, her long hair draping across Meg's shoulder.

“What is going on here?” My cock is rock hard and about to rip through my trousers, but as usual, my stupid brain gets in the way.

“Kissing and making up,” Meg replies before leaning in and kissing Sasha on the mouth. Reciprocating, Sasha parts her lips and their tongues intertwine while she teases her finger along Meg's pussy.

Finally, my brain catches up with the rest of me as I unbuckle my trousers and pull my fully erect cock out from my underwear. A drop of precum splashes onto the carpet as I run my hand up and down along my shaft, watching Sasha slide a finger inside Meg and causing her to moan. I don't think I'll last long as I imagine cumming all over the two kissing girls, covering their faces and bodies with my load.

“Josh,” Sasha pulls away the embrace to beckon me over. Like a dog obeying its master I do as I'm told. “Oh my God Meg!” Sasha says wrapping her long slender fingers round my shaft. “Have you ever seen a dick that big before?”

“No I haven't.” Meg shakes her head, a sly grin on her mischievous face.

Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, Sasha leans forwards and takes me in her mouth. Soft and gentle, her soft lips slide down along my dick. She stops when my head hits the back of her throat and withdraws, a glob of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Just when I think that may be the single most hottest moment of my life, Meg takes hold of my cock and directs it to her full pouty lips. She takes me inside her mouth, running her tongue around the tip and down along the underside of my shaft. If it wasn't for their warm, firm touch I would think I was dreaming.

“Why don't you take your shirt off?” Sasha asks, pulling her blouse up over her head while Meg gags on my cock, her dark eyes tearing up.

Underneath Sasha is wearing a powder blue bra that contrasts against her tanned skin, and pushes up her perky, palm-sized tits. Following her lead, I begin unbuttoning my shirt, while the two of them of them take turns alternating between sucking my cock and licking my balls. I run my fingers through each of their hair, stroking their faces, unable to get enough of either of them as I greedily thrust my cock between their willing lips.

“Shall I go get the condoms?” Sasha asks, stroking Meg on the back while I slam against the back of her throat. Meg looks up at me with her big brown eyes, and flushed cheeks, and nods, my cock still buried between her lips; her red lipstick now smeared across her face.

“What's going on?” I ask, as if I've never heard of a condom before. To be honest, I still can't believe this is happening.

“So we flipped a coin, and we agreed that you get to fuck me first,” Meg says sliding her lips back off from my dick. “If that's alright with you,” she adds coyly.

“As if you even have to ask.” Meg lets out a squeal as I grab the back of her legs and tip her back onto the mattress, her heavy tits jiggle the impact. Although Meg is my friend, I've often thought about her naked and what it would be like to fuck her, and I've thought a lot about her boobs – how warm and soft they would feel, the size and colour of her nipples, the taste of her milky skin as ran my tongue all over them...

Overcome with an aching desire, I lean down and kiss her, just like I wanted to back in the bar. It's our first kiss together as my cock throbs against her naked pussy, wet and slick with arousal. As Meg kisses me back I pull her dress up over her head. She's not wearing a bra underneath and her tits are just as I imagined, round and bouncy with pale pink nipples pointing upwards. Licking my lips, I grab generous handfuls, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

Caught up in the moment, I jump when I feel a hand against my back. I had almost forgotten Sasha was there. “Don't forget this,” Sasha murmurs in my ear, pushing a condom into my hands.

As I fumble to tear open the wrapper, Sasha climbs onto the bed next to Meg. She has taken off her skirt and is only wearing her blue bra and matching thong. Her skin looks almost golden next to Meg's as she nestles up beside her and begins pinching her nipple – the one I had just been licking – between her thumb and index finger. Meg squirms beneath me as she leans in and kisses Sasha, running her fingers through her long blonde hair.

I watch the two women kiss and grope one another, enamoured with each other's body, before grabbing Meg by her hipbones and slipping my sheathed cock between her lips. She lets out a moan and bites down on Sasha's lower lip, as I slam down deep inside her.

Turned on by their desire for one another, I begin to pump frantically inside her tight, wet cunt. With every thrust her glorious tits bounce up and down, as Sasha's hand moves down from her nipples, tracing the contours of her body. Meg moans, throwing her head back as Sasha's fingers brush against her clit, while I work myself inside her. The three of us make an amazing team.

“Fuck, baby, you're really enjoying this,” Sasha murmurs circling her long slender finger round and round. “I can't wait for my turn.”

Sasha then leans forwards and begins kissing Meg's tits. She pushes her long golden hair to one side giving me a clear view of her flushed face, streaked with Meg's red lipstick. Keeping one eye on me, Sasha watches as I slide my sheathed cock in and out of her friend's tight little vagina while she licks and chews at her nipples.

Meanwhile, Meg bucks beneath me, her pussy gripping tightly against my cock. Sliding my hands beneath her thighs, I lift her legs up over my shoulder for a deeper reach. Meg moans as I ram deeper and deeper inside her, her whole body quivering.

“Cum for me baby,” Sasha murmurs. I'm not sure who she's talking to, but I can't hold back as I let out a cry and unload my cum inside the condom. Pulling Sasha in closer, Meg lets out a moan pressing her lips up against hers.

I watch the two of them of kiss, enthralled, I could watch the two of them make out all night, but then I feel the cum starting to spill out and quickly pull away. As I remove the full condom from my cock and frantically look around the room for a wastepaper basket, Sasha suddenly sits up. “Here,” she says, holding out her hand. Meg wraps her arm around Sasha's waist, resting her head against her chest as she looks up at as both, a satisfied, dreamy look on her face.

It takes me a moment to realise what it is that Sasha wants before handing the heavy, sagging condom over to her. Sasha doesn't say anything as she places a finger under Meg's chin tilting her head up towards her. As if reading her mind, Meg parts her smeared lips as Sasha tips the contents over her face, greedily lapping up my cum with her tongue, as it trickles from the corners of her mouth; dripping down her chin and along her neck.

“Good girl,” Sasha murmurs, tossing the now empty johnny onto the floor. Pushing Meg back down on the mattress, Sasha climbs on top of her and begins kissing her, licking up the cum from around her face. “Mmmm... you taste so good.”

“You too,” Meg agrees, running her hands through Sasha's golden hair and along her back. Sasha is positioned so that her body is pressed against Meg's, their chests rubbing together as they kiss, but her ass is pointed up in the air towards me, her thong disappearing between her round cheeks. If I had been afraid of not being able to do it twice in one night, I really needn't have worried. Instinctively, I begin to stroke my cock as Meg pulls down her friend's underwear down round her toned thighs.

“I can't wait to watch you getting fucked,” she says sliding her hand between Sasha's legs – there's a wet, smacking sound as Meg slides her fingers inside Sasha's glistening pussy.

“Me too,” Sasha agrees, gyrating against Meg's hand. My cock is rock hard watching Sasha's perfectly round ass bounce up and down.

Acting on ancient, primal urges I walk up to the two kissing women, and grab Sasha firmly by the hips from behind. I rub the head of my cock, still coated in cum against her cheeks, leaving silvery trails against her smooth, tanned skin. “Where are the condoms?” I growl, aware that I'm pinching her.

“Oh, you can cum inside me,” Sasha replies, gently pulling Meg's hand away from between her legs.

Turning to look at me over her shoulder, she slips Meg's finger, wet with her juices, inside her mouth. Unable to hold back a moment longer I ram my cock inside Sasha's dripping vagina. She cries out tightening round my throbbing shaft. Like Meg, she feels like perfection – tight and warm and wet.

“Fuck me,” Sasha cries, grinding her ass against me. Not sure how long I can last, I try to take it slow as I thrust inside her, teasing the length of my shaft between her slick, moist lips.

Meg remains lying beneath us with her legs spread wide apart; Sasha continues alternating between distractedly kissing her on the lips, neck and chest, while I fuck her hard from behind. Meanwhile, Meg kisses her back, her hands busy stroking Sasha's golden hair, or groping her small perk tits, or gripping her hips sliding Sasha further along my cock. All the time, Sasha grinds against me moaning and panting, I had no idea she was so vocal.

“Fuck I'm going to cum!” Sasha cries, removing a hand from Meg's tit to rub her own clit. “Cum with me daddy.” Picking up the pace, I slam harder and deeper into her tight little cunt, while Sasha yells out. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Daddy please. Fill me. I'm so close.”

Meg's gaze drifts from Sasha to me. Her face is flushed, glistening with saliva and cum – her pupils are wide with desire as her eyes lock on mine. Digging my fingernails into Sasha's skin, I slam myself deep inside her, releasing a fresh round of my cum inside her pussy. Dragging my eyes away from Meg, I watch Sasha's cheeks clench and unclench as she milks every last drop from me, before collapsing on top of Meg.

As my cock slides out of her, streams of cum come pouring out, trickling down the inside of her thighs. It drips onto the sheets and Meg's naked body as Sasha rolls onto her back.