Friday Frenzy In My Accounting Firm

Things had become boring in my Melbourne based Accounting firm. Don't get me wrong. Accounting is boring for most people, but not for me. I know us Accountants have our lank, thinning hair meticulously arranged in a comb over style and wear beige suits with black shoes, thin black tie and a black belt along with bottle glass spectacles and people think of us nerds. I have to say in my defence that although I have a fountain pen, two ballpoint pens and a sharpie kept as a failsafe emergency in my shirt breast pocket, careful and meticulous care of these writing implements has meant I have never had an ink stain ruin my shirt.

To people like me, however, there is excitement in watching the flash of excel cells cascading onscreen as they change when new data is introduced and the thrill of finally tracking down a $5.60 error. And of course, who cannot almost cum upon seeing red deficits turn into black profits or hearing a rumour that the government is about to issue a new depreciation scale for business tax. No, as always, I was feeling great about my work. What had become boring was sex.

I have 16 female Accountants in my business, Down Under Financials. All Vietnamese, all highly qualified and probably better Accountants than me, as I had picked up my qualifications in easier times. They all knew their well above industry level salaries included fucking the boss, and my Accounting business was a sole proprietorship, so that meant me, twice a year.

Their enthusiastic efforts in this area of their employment was a result of a special spreadsheet I had created. The spreadsheet scored and weighted what they did in bed with me, and then tallied these scores into their final mark. It obviously had things like my enjoyment, bonus points for sexual activities I had never experienced before, creativity in sex toys, etc. It even scored the loudness of their moans. That spreadsheet was a work of art, even if I say so myself. So, every year on June 30, because the financial year is far more important than the calendar year, the employee at the bottom of the aggregated scores received an EOFY (End of Financial Year) present: her final pay cheque and an excellent reference that stated I reluctantly had to let her go due to my client base shrinking. I gave that reference, whether or not she had worked well. See. I am a very fair man.

However, after 10 years it was becoming boring and repetitive so I put on my thinking cap and came up with Friday Frenzy. Every Friday two of the staff would sexfight in front of the other 14 women and me, with the winner progressing to the next round. The winner also had the right to choose between two things. She could take 15% of the loser's salary for that third of the year (the entire thing needed 15 contests to get an overall winner which equated to 4 months). Or else if for some other reason such as disliking the loser or wanting to intimidate the others for future sexfights, they could use a strap-on and BDSM equipment on the loser for a time dictated by a spin of the dice. I have to admit, as an accountant, I hate unpredictability so all sides of the dice had 3 hours.

Of course, I am no fool and kept my previous scheme operating as well. The new scheme was very successful. I found that it gave my sex drive a huge boost and made for more inventive fucking of my staff. I never asked them for their opinion.

I could bore you with all the details of the First round, the Second round and the Semifinals but will concentrate on the Grand Final and some background information. The final was between the 22-year-old Thuy, straight from University and a replacement for Vang who had, for her, unfortunately, been at the bottom of the last June spreadsheet. The other Grand Finalist was Ly, a 42-year-old who had worked for me for 9 years straight, never having been last on the spreadsheet.

As the two faced each other they started the sexfight, I imagined Thuy on her first day at work staring at the email on her computer screen. I am sure her heart raced and she wondered what it meant as she read the words, "Welcome to Down Under Financials. I am thrilled to have you join our team. Please note, starting next Friday at noon, we will be holding our weekly team-building exercise in the conference room." Team-building exercise? That sounded innocuous enough, but the way the other employees had been eyeing her that day suggested something far more.

She learnt more during the next 2 weeks especially that her first round sexfight was against Lan, a 27-year-old with a well-deserved reputation for leaving both male and female clients weak at the knees, was going to be the first contest.

I had watched her in her first Friday Frenzy contest with great interest to see what this newcomer, Thuy, brought to my firm. Would she last the distance or just fold over and be replaced at the EOFY. I watched both strip and saw Thuy's pulse quicken as she took in Lan's confident attitude, knowing Lan had gone through all this many times.

Thuy was Australian-born, while Lan had been sponsored here from Vietnam by her older brother. The Vietnamese-born Lan was petite, attractive and ferocious in her pursuit of beauty in that Vietnamese way: tattooed eyebrows and outlined lips and of course a nose and eye job. I know I was paying her a lot and I am sure the big-name make-up and boutique clothes shops were grateful for that as she made sure she looked great.

Being Australian born Thuy was larger bodied than Lan and perhaps, because she had been exposed to social media since she was in the womb, she had a sluttier idea of what good taste in clothes was. She was probably an influencer on some social app in her spare time. She was in the half of Vietnamese females who, driven and supported by their parents with after-hours tutoring became Doctors, Lawyers, etc. The other half wanted to be hairdressers and beauticians. All however wanted, no make that demanded, a rich boyfriend.

A bit like the Chinese dating show, "If You Are the One", where about 40 spoilt princesses are matched up with 3 males. In 2010 one male talked about how happy he would be cycling in a park with her on his bike behind him and the female contestant he was trying to impress replied with "I would rather cry in a BMW than smile on a bicycle.

As an aside, I had a profitable side business cheaply paying university students to tutor Maths, Physics and English to high Vietnamese parents willing to pay high prices to get that extra mark in Year 12.

As well as judging Thuy's potential I was interested in this match-up because with Australian-born Vietnamese becoming westernised there were rumours and evidence they were no longer as interested in sexfighting as their parents and new arrivals from Vietnam. Matching Thuy against an experienced Lan would give me a better idea. Don't worry for me. An accountant hates the unexpected and therefore plans ahead for all eventualities such as changes hinted at by the Government, so I was going to start employing some Chinese females to ensure I was not going to be denied a supply of Asian female employees who were willing to sexfight if this rumour became fact.

I did embrace randomness in determining contests. Well to a certain extent. There were many different events I put into the box, but when I drew up a piece of paper from the box for Lan and Thuy's sexfight, I paid no attention to it. I just stated what I wanted to see at that point in time. The rules for Lan and Thuy's contest was simple: whoever could make their opponent cum the most times within the hour would be declared the winner. The timer started, and Lan wasted no time, advancing on her with a seductive saunter that oozed confidence. I already had my cock out masturbating.

Lan began by tracing her fingertips along Thuy's collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. Thuy responded and her lips met Lan's in a passionate kiss that was both aggressive and inviting for both. The other women in the room and I watched as the two accountants tangled together, their bodies moving in some sort of primitive, sensual dance. Lan's hands found their way into Thuy's hair and drew her closer as they became lost in their tongue duel.

With a sudden move, Lan broke the kiss and began to explore Thuy's body, her experienced fingers finding their way to the newcomer's cunt, quickly teasing her clit with a fluttering touch that was effective and arousing. Lan's took control and the room was filled with the sound of Thuy's heavy breathing and the slick, rhythmic noise of Lan's fingers working their magic on Thuy's cunt and clit.

Over the next 15 minutes, the conference room became a battleground of eroticism, with both women fighting for dominance, though obviously the experienced Lan was faring better. Thuy's breathing grew shallower, her eyes glazed over with desire as she felt herself about to cum. Despite her efforts to resist, she increased the pace of her responses, her hips bucking against Lan's hand as she felt the tension coil tight within her. The room grew quiet, all eyes on Thuy as she threw her head back, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her orgasm washed over and through her. The first round was on track as I expected.

Lan pushed Thuy's hand aside from her slit and claimed Thuy's cunt with her own, her movements swift and precise as she tribbed, bringing her opponent to the brink again. The clock ticked away as Thuy's breathing became ragged and her body trembled with the effort of maintaining control. But Lan was relentless, the movement of her cunt against Thuy's driving Thuy higher and higher until Thuy's cunt exploded. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she succumbed to a second wave of ecstasy.

With a deft twist of her body, Lan took them both to the ground, their limbs tangled together as they transitioned into a 69 position. However, Thuy reacted first and her mouth found Lan's pussy, her tongue delving into the wet sex cave. Lan's legs instinctively wrapped around Thuy's head, pulling her closer, her hips rocking against her face. The sound of their moans filled the air as Thuy's tongue danced against Lan's clit, flicking and suckling with a finesse that seemed to defy her novice status.

Lan's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her first orgasm start. Her grip on Thuy's thighs tightened, her own mouth burying itself into Thuy's wet slit trying to regain control but to no avail. Lan's body arched as her first cum hit, her back bowing off the floor as she cried out in pleasure. Thuy didn't let up; her tongue was relentless as it worked over Lan's clit belying her lack of experience. Lan's second orgasm was even more intense than her first, with her entire body spasming with the force of it. Her fingers tangled in Thuy's hair, her nails digging into her scalp as she tried to hold it at bay, but she couldn't.

Lan's third climax built, her body writhing under Thuy's tongue and fingerwork. Thuy could feel Lan's thighs quivering, her muscles tightening around her head as she brought the veteran to the edge again. With a final, deep plunge of her tongue from Thuy, Lan's body convulsed, her cries of pleasure and despair intertwined.

As Lan's body spasmed Thuy rolled Lan onto her back, straddling and pining her. Lan's eyes widened, the realization dawning on her that Thuy was now in control. Thuy positioned herself above Lan, her pussy hovering just out of the veteran's reach. Thuy leaned down, her tits brushing against Lan's face as she whispered in her ear, "You're mine now."

Lan's eyes flashed with both anger and desire as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm coiling in her belly. She wanted to go on the offensive but trapped underneath with Thuy's pussy out of reach, she had no physical answer. She had to accept what Thuy dished out unable to respond. When the timer hit zero, I announced to the women in a voice a WWE announcer would be proud of, "And the winner is... Thuuuuy.

Thuy also learnt another formality of Friday Frenzy. Without a word, I unbuckled my belt and stripped taking great care to fold my garments neatly and precisely. Then I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips firmly as I guided her onto her knees. The other women had parted to give me room, and with a swift thrust, I claimed Thuy's cunt, filling her with my tool.

Not expecting this form of congratulations, she wailed at the sudden intrusion which mixed pleasure with pain as my urgent need to gain release was the most important factor of this doggie-style fuck. My grip tightened, pulling her back onto me as I pounded into her from behind, my movements swift and uncontrolled. Thuy's eyes watered, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she pushed back at me, her body moving in time with mine as she screamed out her challenge to the watching 14 women.

As my grunts grew louder and more erratic, Thuy felt an orgasm building within her. She reached between her legs; her hand finding her clit and began to rub it in time with my thrusts. Her moans grew louder, more desperate until she was screaming out her climax, her pussy clenching around me as I filled her with cum. Withdrawing from Thuy's quivering body, I stepped back, my cock now limp and covered with her juices and my cum.

Thuy remained on her knees, and took a deep breath, knowing she had to choose. She knew the impact this would have on the office hierarchy, and her position in it. She looked down at her own wet pussy, still open and exposed from my fucking. Then she glanced over at the table where the strap-on dildo lay, gleaming and menacing. "I choose the dildo," she said, her voice firm and commanding.

Thuy progressed taking Phoung in the second round surprisingly easily in a First to Three, but then had a narrow victory over Ha in a 3 Consecutive. However, her performances gave me hope about Australian-born Vietnamese and sexfighting. I would need more data, but it was a start. A pleasing bit of first-hand data that suggested I may not need the added expenses of visas, language lessons, and false Accounting documents for females from China.

Ly, the 9-year veteran of my office plus a contestant for the 4 years I had run Friday Frenzy, had had an untroubled run to the final, for which I had chosen a Double dong.

Ly settled herself down on the rug, sitting on her arse and spreading her legs to their widest. Thuy did the same, spreading her legs and interlacing their legs like plaited hair. I slapped the dildo down between them. And what a dildo. 26 semi-flexible inches of stiffened silicone in length, 2 inches in diameter. She grabbed her end and rubbed it up and down against her slit, then slowly, deliberately worked it along her cunt, before groaning and whining in pleasure as she fed inch after inch of the purple, lifelike double-headed pretend cock into her welcoming pussy.

I watched as more of Ly's end of the dildo was buried into her snatch. Her eyes were rolling back in their sockets, mouth parting and sucking in air as her upper arms squeezed her tits together and her hips pushed forward to get as much of the fake cock into her as she was able. How such a petite woman could take so much amazed me.

"Oh, Yeeesssss" moaned Ly when her half was seated in her, staring down at the pretend cock splitting her slit open. She took the other end and pointed it towards Thuy's waiting pussy, its destination clear in an open challenge.

Thuy reached down with both hands and spread her cunt wide open and guided it into her own, already wet from her fingering, throbbing pussy, gasping as she felt it penetrate her, rotating her hips to aid its penetration. Her arse clenched as her cunt protested, but then she moaned softly and relaxed to let it in. The bulbous head of the dildo slipped into her cunt and she began working her end of the dildo into her cunt slowly and twisting it to lubricate it she inched it into her hole. She shuddered as inch after inch snaked its way into her wet hole, sliding into her, parting the walls of her pussy ahead of it with unrelenting pressure.

When both were satisfied with their cunt grip on the shaft, the two grasped hands. Sitting on their arses they manoeuvred making final adjustments with their intertwined legs. Their two bare arses were pressed to the floor and between their spread legs I could see the dildo sticking out of Ly's cunt and into Thuy's, or vice versa.

As they made the last final adjustments, the dildo was bending as it pressed in deeper, so the two women gripped it firmly, letting it straighten out and push in further, working it deeper into their cunts. The 42-year-old senior accountant and the 22-year-old newcomer let out moans and grunts, inching themselves closer along the tether that was the double dildo. Finally, they reached their limits, the dildo sunk as far into each of them as possible, their legs now draped over each other, forming a rough rectangle.

Ly was pressed against Thuy like a male lover, with their stomachs pressed together, a cock uniting their cunts. They started to grind and move their bodies against each other. They were not quite able to kiss but still able to work their tongues over each other as their tits pushed and squashed together.

Ly let out a loan moan of exertion and started fucking her hips back and forth, working the dildo into Thuy's cunt. I knew Thuy and Ly were gripping it tightly with their pussies but just the same, each thrust moved the dildo in and out of both of their cunts. Thuy started rocking her body back and forth, too, and after a slow start, they had their thrusts perfectly synchronized.

Each of them would pull her body back and then thrust it forward. They held each other's hands tightly, pulling their bodies together. Then they slammed their pussies and thighs together to ream each other simultaneously. Their response escalated quickly, as the dildo was obviously pleasing them both. Suddenly, the two Vietnamese separated by 20 years began to pound together, picking up speed without ever losing a beat as they mashed their cunts on the long shaft of the double dildo.

About 6 or 8 visible inches of the dildo connected Ly's pussy to Thuy's, and Ly jerked her hips forward, fucking more rapidly. Both were swept up in the accelerating fuck-momentum, groaning softly, whimpering, and wincing each time a particularly hard thrust sent the dildo deeper into their love box. Thuy's arm muscles flexed as she pulled herself against Ly, forcing the dildo between them into her. Ly let out a loud groan, low in her throat, as she shoved the monster back into the softness of Thuy's cunt. She began to suck hard on Thuy's tits as her hips pumped and I could Thuy shuddering, her tits bouncing as she still managed to ram the dildo into the older Vietnamese woman's cunt. Thuy groaned: she too was getting close.

And then it happened. Ly's taut belly muscles contracted, her now familiar deep guttural grunts and long wails echoed around the room and her body flexed as she came. "Unh Ung Ung Unh Ung Ung, Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh".

I also groaned, on the brink of orgasm myself. But the double dong fucking and first success had their effect on Thuy and she exploded seconds later. She let out a long scream, signifying the ecstasy jolting through her as her body went rigid. Ly took immediate advantage of Thuy's orgasm bending the centre of the dildo, changing the angle that was inside Thuy and forcing her onto her back in order to keep her end of the dildo from ripping her insides open.

Ly positioned herself over the 22-year-old and reached down between them and strained every cunt and stomach muscle and slowly, teasingly pulled Thuy's half out of her pussy, exposing inch after inch of juice-covered silicone, enjoying the sounds of Thuy's moans as she pulled it nearly out of her. A cruel smile spread across her face. "Try and stop this. You are too young and inexperienced".