Fired!
"One of the things you have to remember," says Taylor, with an amused grin, "is the uniform. You have to dress like your co-workers." I glance at my overalls and stare at her with a confused look. "Since you're with us, you have to dress like us."
Before I had time to let her words sink in, her fingers were already busy unzipping my overalls. "No wonder you look uncomfortable," Karen remarked, upon noticing that I had my clothes on under the overalls. "Take them off too," she commanded Taylor, as she proceeded back up the ladder. Having two women in body paint in the same room as I was didn't help keep my cock under control. It sprung out the moment Taylor pulled down my boxers.
"Then we'll have to paint your undies on you," Taylor says, as she retrieves a small paint can from the corner of the room. She paints something that looked like cycling shorts, but left my hard cock unpainted. "We have a problem, Karen," she said, gently fondling my cock, further engorging it. "But I guess, I'll have to solve this on my one." Taylor kneels in front of me and starts licking my cock head.
"No, you don't." Karen interrupts, as she hurriedly steps down the ladder. "I should do the honors since I'm the supervisor here." She grasps my cock and moves it away from Taylor's mouth.
"Why don't we do a game of rock-paper-scissors," Taylor suggests. Karen agrees and after five tries, the winner is finally decided.
Who wins?
Before I had time to let her words sink in, her fingers were already busy unzipping my overalls. "No wonder you look uncomfortable," Karen remarked, upon noticing that I had my clothes on under the overalls. "Take them off too," she commanded Taylor, as she proceeded back up the ladder. Having two women in body paint in the same room as I was didn't help keep my cock under control. It sprung out the moment Taylor pulled down my boxers.
"Then we'll have to paint your undies on you," Taylor says, as she retrieves a small paint can from the corner of the room. She paints something that looked like cycling shorts, but left my hard cock unpainted. "We have a problem, Karen," she said, gently fondling my cock, further engorging it. "But I guess, I'll have to solve this on my one." Taylor kneels in front of me and starts licking my cock head.
"No, you don't." Karen interrupts, as she hurriedly steps down the ladder. "I should do the honors since I'm the supervisor here." She grasps my cock and moves it away from Taylor's mouth.
"Why don't we do a game of rock-paper-scissors," Taylor suggests. Karen agrees and after five tries, the winner is finally decided.
Who wins?