[STSK-218] Fresh Graduate Etiquette Lessons 2: Power Harassment and Creampie Scenes with 4 New Hires in 2026

The office is dead silent except for the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. Four new hires in their crisp, white shirts and tight pencil skirts are bent over the conference table, their business attire now just a pathetic prop in this twisted orientation. The senior manager, a smug grin plastered on his face, moves from one trembling body to the next, his thick cock plunging deep into each fresh graduate without a hint of mercy. They whimper and sob, but their ‘training’ demands obedience—every thrust is a lesson in corporate hierarchy, every choked cry a testament to their utter powerlessness. You can see the tears streaking their makeup as he grabs their hair, forcing them to watch each other get violated, the voyeuristic thrill making your own pulse race. This isn’t just sex; it’s a brutal display of dominance, a raw, unfiltered humiliation where these amateurs learn their place under his relentless, evil command.

He doesn’t stop when one of them claws at the table, begging for a break. Instead, he slams into her harder, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy as he growls about ‘company policy.’ The other three watch in horrified fascination, their own cunts dripping in anticipation or dread—you can’t tell which, and that’s the fucking point. Their professional facades are shattered, replaced by raw, animalistic need and fear. When he finally pulls out, thick ropes of cum spurt onto their backs and skirts, marking them as his property. But the real depravity comes next: he orders them to clean each other up with their tongues, a sickening, intimate act that blurs every line between colleague and slave. The room reeks of sweat, sex, and submission, a perfect snapshot of corporate hell made flesh.

As the scene winds down, they’re left trembling and used, their once-pristine outfits stained with sweat and seed. The manager adjusts his tie, cool and composed, while they struggle to stand on shaky legs. This is the unspoken curriculum of their new jobs—a hardcore, no-holds-barred indoctrination where pleasure is twisted into pain and respect is earned through degradation. You can almost taste the salt of their tears and the bitter tang of cum in the air, a visceral reminder that in this world, the only manners that matter are the ones taught with a cock and a cruel smile. It’s filthy, it’s relentless, and it’ll haunt your darkest fantasies long after the credits roll.