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Trace listens by the door.

“We’re good.”

Good thing, because I’m getting damn close.

Her tightness envelops me. I’m not going to last long like this. I plunge deeper and deeper, both of us grunting in unison as her walls become to tighten and clamp.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass, baby.”

Kendall turns her head and pants heavily.

“Give it to me, Tanner, please.”

I explode inside of her tight hole. She shakes beneath me, her first backdoor climax.

“Ohhhh!” is her delighted cry as her eyes roll up to the back of her head. “Shit!”

I jet like a madman, and then pull out and wipe myself off, making room for Trace to go next. He climbs onto the bed, kissing Kendall passionately. His thumbs circle her nipples, making her moan.

Trace positions himself above Kendall’s ass, but as he sinks himself inside, he reaches around front and fingers her pussy until she’s screaming out for more.

“Wow, this painting is lovely!” a voice says from just outside the door. Trace pauses with his dick half in Kendall’s ass. She bites her lip to keep from shrieking again, but her face is twisted in pleasure. She thrusts her ass up towards Trace, trying to pull him in deeper.

“It’s very nice, dear,” a man responds. There’s some shuffling, and the coast is clear again. It’s a miracle they didn’t hear Kendall’s cries of ecstasy.

“Oh my gosh,” Kendall breathes. “We could get caught. Now fuck me, Trace! Put your cock in my butt!” The threat of getting caught makes her extra hot and bothered.

Trace pumps like a madman and is spurting within seconds. After he finishes, it’s Tag’s turn. Kendall’s ass is nice and loose for him, so he wastes no time plowing ahead. The bed trembles under them.

From the hallway, someone asks in a curious voice, “Do you hear that?”

“Probably one of the mistress’s ghosts,” a younger voice says, laughing.

Kendall shatters like a nova as Tag deposits his load deep in her bottom hole. When they’re both finished, Kendall lies there, shaking and damp, her nude form flushed and rosy. Slowly, she sits up and pulls on her clothes. The girl looks a little disheveled, but I don’t think anyone will guess where she’s been.

She pulls her phone from her purse and stares at the screen.

“Oh no,” she says, finding a voicemail. “My boss needs me to come in.”

We each give her a kiss, then Trace makes sure the coast is clear, and we walk into an empty hallway. The cleaners are going to have a surprise in the morning, but with no cameras, no one will ever know we were the ones who messed up the sheets. We call a cab back to downtown.

“This was fun,” Kendall says. “Sorry we couldn’t finish the tour, gentlemen.”

I grin.

“I’m not sorry at all.”

Her blush lasts until she gets into the cab.

“See you soon, Kendall,” we call after her. Her blush deepens, but we mean it. After all, there’s another hole for us to conquer, and we won’t leave the beautiful Kendall alone until it’s ours.

16

Kendall

Ihave never hated my boss as much as I hate her right now.

I limp gingerly into the newsroom, tossing my purse on my desk.