**Office Policy**

I still remember the first time I walked into Lan Huan’s office. Glass walls, sleek black furniture, the scent of expensive leather—it was intimidating. The kind of place where power hummed through the air. And in the middle of it all, Lan Huan himself, CEO of the largest tech firm in the city, looking at me like he already owned me.

See, in this world, free use wasn’t just a kink—it was the law. Employees like me were expected to service executives whenever, wherever. No questions, no hesitation. Just compliance. And Lan Huan? He had *plans* for me.

“You’re late,” he said, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, tie loosened. His eyes dragged over me like he was already picturing me naked.

“Apologies, sir,” I muttered, but he just smirked.

“On your knees.”

No discussion. No argument. I dropped to the floor, my pulse hammering as he unbuckled his belt. His cock was already half-hard, thick and flushed, and my mouth watered instinctively. Free use meant no foreplay, no warm-up—just function.

Lan Huan didn’t even let me adjust before his hands tangled in my hair, dragging me forward onto his dick. The first thrust was brutal, slamming past my lips, forcing my throat open. I gagged, spit dripping down my chin as he fucked my face without mercy.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hips pistoning, holding me still as he used my mouth like a toy. “Take it, Jiang Cheng. Just a hole for me to use.”

The office door swung open—other executives, Cole and Ming, smirking as they walked in. No surprise. Lan Huan loved an audience.

“Looks like you started without us,” Cole said, already unzipping.

Lan Huan pulled out of my mouth, my lips slick and swollen. “She’s all yours.”

Cole grabbed me by the hair, shoving me onto the desk. My skirt was yanked up, panties ripped aside, and then his cock speared into me in one brutal stroke. I gasped, my pussy clenching around him as he fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my ass.

Ming chuckled, unbuttoning his slacks. “Don’t forget this hole,” he said, gripping my hips and lining his cock up with my ass.

I whimpered as he pushed in, the stretch burning, filling me to the point of pain. Cole was still pounding into my pussy, Ming fucking my ass, and now Lan Huan was back, shoving his dick between my lips again.

Three cocks using me at once, their voices rough with pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s tight—”
“Choke on it, Jiang Cheng—take it deeper—”
“Such a good little office slut.”

I was nothing but a toy, stuffed full, drooling, moaning as they used me without restraint. Cole came first, hot cum flooding my pussy. Ming followed, pulling out to paint my back with his release.

Lan Hauan was last, gripping my face as he thrust deep into my throat and came, his cum shooting straight down, making me swallow.

When they were done, they zipped up like nothing happened. Lan Huan patted my head. “Good girl. Now get back to work.”

And I did. Because that’s what free use meant—my body wasn’t mine. It was theirs. And this was just the beginning.