The sauna is coed but there are gender-segregated locker rooms to get ready in before you make use of the facility. Even in here, it's humid and sticky - from the heat wafting in through the short hall that leads to the sauna.
The locker rooms are kind of tiny - just a short aisle with two rows of lockers facing one another and a shower on the other side of one set. There's no real way to avoid getting naked in front of Alex. Well, when in Rome...
Despite having had, uh, first-hand experience with you, Alex blushes and looks away when your pants come off. He might be brazen in flirting but in a situation like this he's not so forward.
You do it quickly, and soon your dignity is preserved again by a white towel wrapped around your lower half.
But Alex is still more than just a bit timid, and he's still fully clothed.
"Well?" You say. "Let's get going."
(You'd be lying if you said you didn't want him to do it in front of you, which is why you're lingering instead of just heading to the sauna room."
Alex pokes both index fingers together, demurring. "It's... a little embarrassing," he says.
[ ] Let him strip in privacy.
>[x] Stand your ground.
You fold your arms. "You don't want to keep Ms. Guiteau waiting, do you?" You say.
This shocks Alex into action. "N-no!" He stammers.
"Then let's go," you say.
He slowly slips his shirt off - as his arms rise above the level of his head you can see clearly now that his armpits are bare. Does he shave them or is he just incapable of growing hair there? You're not sure which one is more...
You try not to finish that thought.
His torso is lithe, without a hint of body fat or even muscle for that matter - and the curve of his hips is definitely more suggestive of the feminine than the masculine. At least, you want to think so. Alex is so embarrassed by now that he's visibly shaking as he loops his thumbs into the waistband of his spats. He glances back at you, his eyes pleading for at least a little dignity, but you just stand there. He bows his head and does it.
You can hardly believe what you see: Alex is wearing a pair of frilly pink panties.
You would say something, but you're absolutely gobsmacked.
"M-M-Ms. Whitney said..." Alex explains, his voice small and stuttering.
He loops his fingers in the waistband of these as well.
[] No. Wear those into the sauna. [with towel / without towel]
>[x] Let him finish.
He slides the panties down his supple legs and stashes them in his locker. He turns around with his hands clasped over his genitals, just standing there, his face a neon red.
You only realize that you're gawking at him in awkward silence when he stutter: "M-Mr. Ally, please, a t-towel..."
(He seems to default to calling you Mr. in moments of vulnerability. It's too cute.)
You knock yourself out of your reverie and hand him a towel from the shelves beside you. He takes it, turns, and wraps it around himself. You never catch a truly full-frontal glimpse - but you do see his round and smooth little ass before he covers it up. You have to walk to the sauna with a hand over your own front to conceal what's lurking there.
Sable is there already, towel over her front and another over her hair. She's lounging back on the slatted bench, but when she sees the two of you enter, she courteously dumps some water over the heated rocks, sending up sizzling wafters of steam.
"Have you been in here before?" You ask her, sitting down. Alex sits between the two of you, still shaking with embarrassment.
"Once or twice," Sable says. It's hard to believe she's ever actually left her office, but it's nice to hear she has.
"My heart is beating really fast..." Alex says.
"It's the heat and humidity," you tell him. "You'll get used to it."
He seems a bit woozy though, and ends up leaning against Sable's shoulder for support.
"Alex is a bit of a pushover," Sable says, talking right past him. "Maybe he won't get used to it."
"Ms. Guiteau, that's mean..."
"It's just the truth," she says. She dumps a little more water over the stones.
You notice a little bulge in Alex's towel that wasn't there before. Did Sable's minor insult actually turn him on?
You snake a hand around him and pull him off of Sable, letting him lean against you instead. You chuckle to play it off as a friendly gesture, a buddy-buddy kind of thing. But a different instinct is taking over at this point, one you can't control. You let your hand come to a rest in Alex's lap so you can verify what you suspect.
Alex is no good at being surreptitious, though. "Mr. Ally, M-Ms. Guiteau is right here," he says. His flushed face is pressed against your shoulder and he's staring deeply into your eyes. His hands are balled up against his own chest.
Sable glances from you and Alex, down to his lap where your hand is. Whatever she concludes from how you're positioned, her face remains passive and undisturbed.
You whisper in his ear: "You're ree-eeally hard right now, aren't you?"
He winces and flinches at this. Revenge is sweet.
Sable may not have heard your words to Alex but she must have seen there was nothing chaste in how you spoke to him. "Are you two homosexuals?" She asks.
The question has no accusation in it - just curiosity.
Alex shakes his head emphatically no.
"What he said," you offer.
Sable considers this.
"Fascinating," she says. "You know, this room can be locked from the inside for privacy." (Here again: nothing but a kind of remote interest in her tone.) She stands and goes to the door, and you expect her to step out, leaving you two to your fun. But instead she throws the deadbolt, remaining inside. She sits back down beside the two of you and tosses a little more water on the stones.
"You're not suggesting something dirty, are you?" You tease.
"Do as you wish," Sable says. "Bonding can raise the morale of a working group."
You're not going to give her (or Alex) time to reconsider. You spread your legs, grab hold of one of Alex's hands and guide it to your crotch. Your cock is already hard.
"M-Mr.... Mr... Ally... i-in front of her?" he says. His voice is so tremulous that you can hardly decipher the words.
Your answer him by wrapping his hand around your cock. You dispense with the towel now, pulling it loose so it falls to the bench-top. Sable watches, passive as ever, as you coach Alex to work your shaft gently up and down.
You loop your arms around the back of the bench and let your butt slide forward just a little bit so Alex has even better access. He stares intently at your pulsing manhood, his other hand still balled up against his bare chest while he sets to work on you. Even in this heat and humidity, his little pink nipples are hard.
"You're large," Sable notes.
"Thanks," you say, glancing over at her. "You can join too if you like."
Sable just shakes her head a bit. A voyeur, then. That's ok too.
"Have you done this before?" Sable asks while you luxuriate in the delicious feeling of being jerked off.
"Once," you say. Alex smears a droplet of precum around the mushroom head of your dick and licks his lips hungrily.
"You had sex too?" Sable asks. Her impassivity is giving way - just a bit - to a slight catch in her voice that suggests her interest is motivated by more than morale, and that it's more than clinical.
"He sucked my cock," you say plainly. It's kind of fun to be so crass about it with your boss. Alex shudders at this.
"May I see?" she asks.
You grab Alex by the hair and guide him to his knees on the concrete floor. He crawls in front of you, using your legs to help him, and gets his mouth around the head of your cock. Just like that.
His method is a lot more sensual than it was the first time. You have a sneaking suspicion of why that might be. His little pink tongue laps the sensitive underside as he swallows you, inch by inch. He takes you as far as his little mouth will allow - about two thirds of your length - before he starts to gag horribly.
Sable scoots closer to get a better vantage.
"Do you like this?" You ask her. "Watching us?"
"There is something - alluring - to seeing Alex used like this," Sable admits.
Alex mewls around you, and the vibration sends ripples of pleasure through your dick. He's just happy to be of service, it seems. His spit is running in little streams down to your heavy balls. It feels nice.
"Have you ever had him use his tongue on your rectum?" Sable asks.
Alex's eyes almost pop out of his skull, but you like the idea. It's perverted and degrading. Somehow, you want to degrade Alex as much as possible, even though he's been nothing but nice to you.
"You heard your boss," you tell him. "She wants to see you lick my asshole."
You tug him off your drooling dick and get him underneath the bench. The slats are perfect for this. He presses his face up against them and worms his tongue out, licking your ass back and forth. He can barely reach it like this, but the wonderfully teasing sensation of it is enough to make you really enjoy it.
Sable's hands worry one another in her lap. This is definitely turning her on.
You bring Alex's hand up to jerk you off while he licks you. His palm slides smoothly up and down your lubricated dick, pulling your foreskin back and forth over the tip.
"Play with yourself if you want to," you tell Sable. "I don't mind."
She reaches into her towel without taking it off and starts to rub herself.
"How does that feel?" Sable asks you.
"It's great," you say. "Wet and hot. He sucks ass just as well as he sucks cock."
"Do you-" she begins, but stops.
"What?" you ask.
Her hand quickens against her cunt. "Do you mind if I try?"
"You want to lick my ass?" You say.
"No," she says.
Oh. She wants something entirely different.
You stand and tug Alex by his hand to where Sable sits masturbating. "Now her," you command.
Alex is panting like a bitch. His mouth gaping open and his face a slobbery mess. Sable pulls her towel open and surprises you by also standing - then squatting over Alex's face. Alex gets on his hands and knees to service her.
Sable's pussy is beautifully dark and swollen with arousal, her flat chest heaving with desire. Alex latches onto her ass without a word of protest and Sable grinds against him.
"I've always--" Sable gulps, enjoying the feeling of Alex's tongue inside her, before she continues. "I've always had this image in my head of making Alex do this. I don't know why."
"It's what he was born for," you offer.
"Yes," Sable agrees. "He's only good for--" she begins to stammer with pleasure - "f-for servicing his betters..."
"That would be everyone, wouldn't it?" You say.
"Yes," Sable says. Alex moans audibly and doubles down on his efforts inside Sable's asshole. She rubs her cunt, closes her eyes and lets her head hang back.
"Fuck him too," Sable says, lost in her own world of pleasure.
Alex pulls back a bit. "W-wait," he says, but Sable won't brook resistance. She pulls his face back to her ass and muffles his whining again.
You can't say no to your boss, right?
You get on your knees and pull Alex's towel away. His dick is twitching, pulsing and dripping lewdly. It's pretty short, but surprisingly thicker than you'd expect. Part of the reason for that, though, might be the small pink bow tied tightly around the base of it. You can guess who put that there.
You spread his pale bubble butt apart and enjoy the sight: a perfectly clenched rosebud in an unblemished shade of bright pink. You spit on the hole, causing Alex to shiver, which in turn causes Sable to shiver.
No stopping now. You push in. His ass gives way, but only slowly, so that inch by agonizing inch you have to push and grind and force yourself into him with all your might. Alex is bucking and sobbing in pain and trying to get away but there's no escape - he's pinned on both ends. Every struggle is met only by the vicious force of you and Sable spit-roasting him. You never knew she could be this perverted - happily raping her subordinate with the help of another person. She bounces up and down, rubbing herself all over his face to get off. Her hand is a blur against her engorged clit.
"Nnnn--" she moans, gritting her teeth.
You can't help moaning too, Alex's tender insides gripping you like a vice from every angle. You fuck in and out with quick, short strokes, but he's so damned tight that you quickly begin to wear out.
"Worthless," Sable spits, real venom in her voice. "You're worthless, Alex. Less than worthless." Though he cries at these words, his cock spits out little droplets of precum. He enjoys it after all. "Lick me," she says, again and again. "Lick me. Lick me!"
This is too much for you. You're going to lose your nut. Tired or not, you're so turned on that you need to get as deep up Alex's ass as you can. You pull his hands off of Sable's butt and hold him firmly by the wrists. Alex has no control at all now, his body taut between you and Sable. You pound him without mercy, giving him full strokes in and out that slam his ruined face back into Sable's rectum over and over.
Sable hisses in delight and cums - she's a squirter. Her girlcum splashes all over the place and - wanting to fully complete Alex's humiliation, she quickly turns around so that the sloppy mess explodes all over his face. He keeps his face upturned, mouth wide open and eyes half-lidded and lets Sable cum all over him like the bitch he is. She isn't extremely vocal but she has a huge volume of cum and she rubs squirt after squirt out of her spasming pussy. Alex tries to catch it on his tongue as it rains down over him but he can't come close to getting the whole volume of it.
"Fuck," you groan, unable to hold back. You pump once, twice and a final time - all the way to the hilt, your balls tight against his little boy butt - and let your cum erupt into his deepest parts.
Alex squeals, and in a girly voice he whines: "Yes! Please... please use me... please..." He fucks back against you and takes your cum with a huge smile on his face. And then despite the makeshift chastity device around the base of his own cock, he cums too - a thin little dribble that's mostly clear and drools in long strands to floor.
Sable collapses against the bench, heaving. You pull out of Alex and let him fall to the ground with a wet thud. You sit next to Sable, equally worn out as she is. Alex is the worst off, though, of course - he seems only half-conscious.
"I better get him out here," you say, breathless.
"Yes," Sable says, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of the defiled boy on the ground in front of her. "That's a good idea."
As you scoop Alex up, Sable says "Thank you for the enjoyable lunch break."
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