"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," Clara gasped, phone in one hand and the hem of her white shirt in the other. Leaning back against the fridge of the empty office break room, the parrot pulled her top up to her black beak and bared her downy red belly and her two soft breasts to the camera. She tilted her phone until she got the perfect angle, then she pressed the trigger and snapped an image of herself.

A shot of adrenaline rushed through the bird as she was immediately redirected to her office's group chat. She quickly moved her thumb off the screen. One accidental click and all of her colleagues would see her tits. Yet, the picture she had just taken was tame compared to the images that whizzed by on her phone. For several minutes already, her coworkers' pussies had been flooding the chat, each as swollen and soaked as her own, and the first males had joined in as well with everything from basic dickpics to full body shots, showing off their gorgeous plumage and impressive cocks. Finally, even a short clip popped up, the thumbnail showing one of those fat, juicy dongs halfway inside a stretched cunt.

Too curious to resist, Clara tapped the thumbnail and watched for a few seconds as the huge cock glided in and out of that tight, wet hole, and she groaned through her clenched beak as she listened to the sounds coming from the tinny speakers. Harder, Greg. Fuck, you're tight, Millie. This wasn't a random porn clip someone had posted to stir the group chat; this was two of her coworkers fucking in the office upstairs. The fact that she could head up there and watch them right now made her clench up with another lusty moan.

Emboldened by the shameless debauchery in the office chat, the parrot finally joined the lewdness. More to come, she hastily typed. Then she pressed the send button. The rush of what she had just done was oddly electrifying, making her fingers tremble so much that she almost dropped her phone when she pulled up her skirt and aimed the camera at her panties. Soaked and dripping, the fabric clung tightly to her plump vulva, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. However, the moment she aligned everything for another picture the door swung open and one of her colleagues rushed in.

Clara squawked in surprise, her phone slipping from her hand as she jerked up her head. Iridescent blue feathers, an opulent crest on his head, and a huge, throbbing bulge in his black jeans – the other parrot was a guy from the accounting department. Ray, that's what she distantly remembered his name, and he had never looked more enticing.

The male bird stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Clara's squeal, and his golden eyes widened as he spotted her with her skirt and top pulled up, panties and tits fully exposed. "O-oh, sorry. I didn't mean to rush in on you like that."

Heart still pounding a mile a minute, Clara shook her head and giggled breathily, "No worries. How should you have known?"

Ray nodded, sheepishly lowering his head.

"Anyway, it looked like you were in a hurry," Clara remarked, casually dropping her skirt before she reached for her phone on the floor. "What brings you down here? And how's the situation upstairs?"

"It- it's wild up there," the male stammered. "All the others are r-really getting c-carried away, and that's just all a little t-too much for me right now."

"Yes, it usually doesn't spiral out of control like that, but we also haven't had an office-wide group chat last mating season, so that might have exacerbated things," she replied.

"Y-yes. Someone posted an image of their v-vagina half an hour ago, and now everybody else is having s-sex."

"I mean, can you blame them? Some of those images were really, really hot," Clara cooed, casually scrolling through the newest posts. More and more clips and pictures of fucking birds had engulfed the chat in the meantime, each hotter than the last. She clenched her thighs together with a subdued groan, then she glanced at Ray's bulge again, so thick and throbbing. Licking her beak, she asked with pretended coyness, "Are you alright there, Ray? Those pants look uncomfortably tight."

"M-my pants? O-oh! No, no, it's fine!"

"You sure?" the female parrot purred, her cheeks heating up as her mind buzzed with arousal. She had only taken pictures of herself so far, but it could be so much more. Grabbing the rim of her skirt, she pulled it up again and pushed out her hips, showing off her damp, dripping cameltoe. "I've got something much more comfortable for you."

"W-wha-?" Ray squeaked, his crest billowing and deflating as he looked at her in confusion.

"You look awfully pent-up, Ray, so how about we take care of that? No camera, no pics, just you and me," Clara suggested. "What do you say?"

"R-really?" the male abashedly scratched at the floor with one foot. "You'd be up to have sex? Right here? R-right now?"

"Yes, right here, right now," Clara responded. Her heart thumped even harder as she pulled down her panties with one finger and stepped toward the flustered bird, sitting on the edge of the table next to him. His yellow eyes followed her throughout, and they widened when she leaned back and splayed her thighs, baring her plump, moist peach at him, a strand of drool dripping from his open beak. "I can see how much you want it, so come here and give it to me, stud."

Ray stared at her for another speechless moment. Then he stumbled closer, hastily unzipping his fly and tugging down his pants so he could reach for his dick.

When the male finally pulled his member out of its stuffy confines, its sheer size and girth made Clara's eyes light up and her beak water. "Oh fuck, you're big." Nine inches of thick, uncut pink cock meat awaited her, and she instinctively spread her legs even wider.

"I-it's not too big, I hope?"

"No, it's absolutely perfect," Clara warbled and reached for his collar to drag him closer. The male squeaked in surprise, but offered no resistance, following her forceful guidance until his massive rod slapped against her groin. Swollen, sweaty, already soaked and dripping with pre, the male's girth looked as hard and ready as it could be, and she wrapped her other hand around it, guiding it toward her slit. "Now put it in and fuck me, big boy."

Ray gasped as his glans met Clara's plump folds with a squelching kiss, and his instincts took over from there. He gripped her waist with shaky hands and thrust forward, parting her entrance and gliding his cock into her tight, lubricated channel with a wet slurp.

Clara tossed back her head and let out a high-pitched trill as her partner's huge penis stretched her pussy wide open. Inch after inch, it rubbed against her sensitive inner walls and her G-spot, making all those nerve endings inside her burst with effusive stimulation. Yet he wasn't even halfway inside her, and he shoved his rod deeper and deeper until he bottomed out with a meaty thud, burying his whole meat in a single thrust. "Ah, fuck, you're even bigger than you look."

"A-and you're really wet and tight, ummm…" Ray groaned, peering at her with half-lidded eyes as he struggled to process the burst of pleasure.

"Clara. You can call me Clara," she giggled and tightened her grip on his collar, pulling him even closer to lock her beak with his in a spontaneous kiss. Before today, they had exchanged perhaps two or three fleeting greetings in the hallway. She hardly remembered his name and face, yet he was balls-deep inside her cunt right now, and it riled her up unlike anything else. It was the same kind of thrill as sending that image of her boobs into the group chat, but so much more intense, so much more immediate, and still growing stronger as he embraced the stimulation and began to move his hips, pumping his swollen rod in and out of her slit.

"F-fuck, Clara, your pussy is so wet and tight," Ray repeated with a shaky whimper.

Clara responded with a deep, incomprehensible moan. She wasn't sure how far she wanted this to go, as she had been taking things as they came so far, but that only added to the thrill. Would he pull out? Would he nut inside her? How much would he cum? The questions stirred the horny heat inside her further, and she reached for her shirt, pulling it up to flash her tits at Ray. "Here, you can touch them if you want."

Ray's beak dropped as he saw the red parrot's breasts. Then he nodded and let out a horny whistle. Slipping one hand onto her chest, he cautiously stroked and fondled her boobs, seemingly struggling to believe what he was doing while he instinctively continued to move his hips, driving his fat cock into her with ever faster, needier thrusts. He was really getting into it, and so was she, throwing back her head to sing with mindless pleasure as his schlong stretched her cunt just perfectly.

Clara's moans were soon joined by muffled thudding and heavy, meaty thwacking because while the blue-feathered male had been pounding her, his pants had dropped to his ankles and released his huge, swollen testicles. Spilling out of his overwhelmed, undersized, the two dangling orbs were now swinging back and forth like two wrecking balls, smacking against her plush, downy rump with soft slaps to remind her of his potency at every stroke.

A potency that she didn't have to wait much longer for as her partner's thrusts grew more hectic, his groans and huffs heavier, shakier, more desperate, and the experience wetter, stickier, and hotter as he was squirting and oozing pre like a leaking faucet. "Clara, your tits, your pussy… so good. I don't think I can hold it…"

"Just keep going, Ray," Clara interrupted him with a breathy moan, wrapping her thighs around his hips as he closed in on his orgasm. "Give it to me, stud! Let it all out, and don't hold back!" Yanking him against her chest, the anticipation of his impending climax finally pushed her over the edge. She unleashed a deep, guttural cry as her mind exploded with bliss, all while the stimulation continued unabated, thrust by thrust flooding her with waves of incomprehensible pleasure.

The frantic contractions of the hen's pussy sealed Ray's fate just seconds later. No more words, only a needy groan escaped his throat as he hilted his huge dong inside her. Then he came hard. His fat, swollen nuts jumped and clenched in his loose, drooping sack, churning up a thick, gooey flood that fueled her blazing climax like pure gasoline from the very first squirt that entered her pussy, and she arched up with overwhelmed delight as his rod pulsed and flexed vigorously inside her. Spurt after spurt of the male's hot cum painted her rippling channel, washed up against her cervix, and splashed back out to cover every inch with sticky warmth while her muscles tensed and relaxed in an uncontrollable frenzy, eager for more, ravenous for every last drop.

However, as suddenly as Clara's exuberant climax had launched her into the stratosphere, it subsided just as quickly once her pussy had milked her partner dry. Once he had nothing more to give, her orgasmic contractions waned and she slipped out of her high as if from a hot bath, satisfied, dripping, and with a slight shiver as she looked at the male on top of her.

Ray was panting heavily as he returned her gaze, his golden eyes foggy and his blue plumage puffed up and ruffled. "W-wow," he groaned, loosening his grip around her breasts. "That was hot! I- I never thought I'd do something like this at work."

"Me neither, but damn, was it good. You really go hard and nut a lot, Ray," Clara sighed, giving him a playful peck on the beak. Then she unclenched her thighs and released him from her embrace.

Ray blinked in surprise, staring at the hen for another moment before he sluggishly got up and extracted his fat, glistening rod from her with a wet squelch and a gush of cum. "Thanks, Clara. That was really, really fun," he said, the corners of his beak rising with a coy smile as he glanced at her loose, dripping pussy.

"You're welcome, stud," Clara warbled, grinning as the blue parrot put his pants back on. Sliding them back up easily, he spent most of his time tucking his huge nuts and cock back inside. "Awww, you're not up for a second round?"

"U-uhhhh… I think I need a moment before I can go for another round," the male replied, looking over to the kitchen unit. "And maybe a coffee, too."

"Alright," Clara chuckled, watching Ray as he went to the coffeemaker before she pulled herself up and slipped off the table. Unlike him, she didn't feel the need to recuperate. On the contrary, the fuck had fueled the horny fire inside her. She needed more, and she needed it now. Not even bothering to pull down her shirt or straighten her skirt, she blew a kiss at the ruffled, open-beaked blue parrot and cooed, "Meet me upstairs when you're ready for more, Ray." Then she walked out of the break room and made her way up to the main office, leaving a trail of glistening white drops on the floor behind her.

A glance at her phone told Clara that the degeneracies upstairs were still in full swing, as the group chat was filled by a slow but steady stream of clips from birds mating in the office. However, before she reached her destination, she was distracted by a range of incriminating sounds from the photocopier room beside the staircase. Profuse squelching and smacking reached her ears, resounding, rhythmic slaps being accompanied by breathy squeals and trembling squawks. "Haaahh~ Yes! Fuck me, Max! Fuck me harder!"

"Ah, you're so tight, Ginny. So fucking tight, I just can't stop cumming."

An electrifying shiver raced through Clara as she recognized the names and voices, and she stopped in her tracks, clenching her thighs together with a wet squelch. Curious and with a pounding heart, she tiptoed to the ajar door to the photocopier room to risk a peek. What she found were two buck naked parrots on the table next to the copy machine, who were engaged in a primal, relentless pounding. Ginny, a fuchsia parrot, was on her back with her ass up in a shoulder stand, her black talons dangling over her head, while Max, a bird with bright green feathers, was on top of her, braced against the wall while he hammered her cunt like an anvil.

It turned out that Max wasn't lying, as he was dumping a fresh squirt of cum into his partner's pussy at every thrust of his fat, veiny dong. His giant nuts clenched and churned visibly as they swung up and down, slapping against Ginny's swollen, sloshing belly with loud, meaty claps. Meanwhile, the hen's face was molten with incomprehensible delight, moans and cries of bliss spilling from her open beak while seed gushed out of her stretched, stuffed cunt, down her belly, and all over her tits. She was full to the brim, yet he kept going, nutting, cumming, thrusting, and pounding her so vigorously that the table underneath them shook and creaked from the rough rutting.

Clara groaned as she watched the messy spectacle, clenching her legs together even harder as she tried to imagine what Ginny was experiencing right now. That's when the other woman noticed her, and their eyes met at the exact moment when the male parrot's hammering carried her over the edge. With an open-beaked, blissed-out smile on her face, the other female tossed back her head and squealed with pure joy. Her talons tightened and droplets of spit spluttered from her beak as an intense orgasm claimed her, and her pussy burst into vigorous contractions.

"Yes! Cum for me, Ginny! Keep clenching and cum for me!" Max howled, doubling down on the force and speed of his thrusts as his partner's orgasm enveloped his cock, his semen splattering everywhere as he nutted inside her even harder.

As Clara watched Ginny's inordinate climax, she finally became too horny to just stand in the door and watch. She wanted — no, needed what the other hen was getting, but since Max was already busy fucking Ginny silly, it was time for Clara to carry on and find another guy who would do the same to her in the main office. Maybe she'd even run into her crush Jake and finally take it a step further than occasionally making mooneyes at him when he walked past her desk.

Fortunately, the office wasn't far from the photocopier room, and Clara heard the ongoing depravities long before she saw them. Down the hallway, around one more corner, then the office lay in front of her. Large desks, swivel chairs, and cozy couches lined the parqueted walkways that crisscrossed the room, and on them, between the water coolers, corkboards, and potted plants, parrots upon parrots in all colors and sizes enjoyed each other's company in the noisiest, lewdest ways imaginable.

Clara's beak dropped as she was greeted by an orgy that was even bigger and more excessive than the images in the group chat had led her to believe, and she began to understand Ray's struggle. Wherever she looked, she saw couples of two, three, or more screwing in every position she knew, and some she had to look at twice to understand. However, it wasn't only the sights and sounds or the vastness of this lewd pandemonium that overwhelmed her, but the fact that she knew all of the parrots in the room. All of them were her colleagues, some of them loose acquaintances, others friends and gossip buddies, she had a name for each blissed-out face she saw, and it riled her up so much that she barely cared that she was late to the party. Now she just had to find Jake somewhere.

As Clara's eyes swept across the heads and bodies of her coworkers, her attention finally got caught on the desk next to her. Monitor, landline phone, and keyboard pushed aside, the boss's secretary, Blake, was sitting on top of the desk with his heavy, swollen nuts hanging over the edge while two girls from HR knelt against him. "Ah, Ruby, Irene, you two cuties are hotter than the sun." Holding the two crimson parrot hens close, the much smaller white cockatiel was busy exchanging sloppy tongue kisses with them, affectionately stroking their backs while they humped him, rubbing their puffy dripping vulvae against his giant, pulsing dong.

Clara couldn't help but wonder if her boss had hired the secretary because of his massive member when it suddenly burst into violent throbs. "Oh fuck… can't hold it any longer," Blake squeaked, the yellow crest on his head flaring up.

The cockatiel's cry turned into a wet, muffled moan just a second later when his two partners dragged him into a joint kiss. Clicking their beaks against his, the hens pressed their wet, clenching folds tightly against his flexing cock, enveloping it like a hotdog in its bun while their stiff, swollen clits rubbed against his tip just as he blasted out the first rope of thick, stringy seed like an uncorked bottle of champagne.

Shooting straight up, the petite secretary's initial spurt splashed right against the cleavage of his partners, their tits tightly squished together as they competed for their kiss with him, and the subsequent volley doused their chests as thoroughly as their bellies, turning their red downs milky white and dripping with his spunk. Yet they didn't back down, humping and grinding their slits even more desperately against Blake's massive, swollen cum fountain, moaning and warbling with insatiable lust as he painted them with his essence.  

Soon, the two female parrots hugged their partner so closely that Clara could no longer see his dick among the mess of cum and downs. With his legs spread and his talons trembling, she only saw the streaks of semen as they streamed down his inner thighs, and his plump, drooping balls remained in delicious view, swinging and bouncing aimlessly at every orgasmic contraction.

Clara licked her beak, drooling at the thought of licking and sucking on Blake's dancing orbs, of gaining some extra favor by spreading her legs for the big-dicked secretary only for her fantasies to be interrupted by his breathy voice. "Fuck, that was good. Now, which of you two beautiful chicks wants to hop on first?" he asked, and his two hens immediately vied for his offer with horny coos and kisses.

"Please, can it be me? I want you inside me now, Blake."

"No, give it to me! You can bend me over and fuck me however you want."

Meanwhile, Clara could only watch their wooing from the sidelines while the burning desire in her loins grew into a mind-consuming craving. Finally, she tore her eyes away from the little cockatiel and his girls and moved on with her quest for cock, wandering through the office until she stumbled across a foursome with the secretary's superior – her superior in the middle. 

The red-feathered female had to look twice to identify her boss, Bella, on the table in front of her, but once she spotted her striped blue dress suit and the precious pearl necklace around her neck, there was nobody else that green bird could be than her. It didn't look like her partners were trying to gain any favors, though, because they handled her like a cheap, disposable fucktoy. Holding her down on her back, they had yanked up her skirt to spit-roast her puffy, reddened holes with their massive rods. Two of them pumped her ass and pussy with alternating strokes like the pistons of an engine while the third guy swabbed her throat with deep, forceful thrusts.

Bella gagged wetly as she got triple-stuffed without mercy, and tears spilled freely from her rolled-back eyes, mixing with her mascara to cover her white cheeks with long, blurry streaks of black. Her muffled, choked moans betrayed her rapturous bliss, though, as did the frantic contractions of her pussy and asshole. At every thrust, every clench, every powerful orgasmic ripple, her juices and the cum from her previous partners gushed from her stretched openings, and while she reveled in getting hammered by her three hung subordinates, a whole gaggle of male parrots was gathered around her, casually jerking their fat cocks while they waited for their chance to be promoted for screwing their boss.

At least, if Bella was still lucid enough to keep track of who was taking her for a spin.

Clara whined with lust as she watched her superior's utter ruination. Dripping from her slit like a broken faucet, she longed for the same heavenly, senseless sex that her boss was having, even though she had yet to find a single willing partner in the office. 

That's when a pair of tall, silver-gray parrots from building security stepped away from Bella and yielded their spot in line. Looking for some more immediate fun, their attention was naturally drawn to Clara, and before the hen knew it, they stood in front of her with salacious grins on their beaks.

"You want what she got, chick?" one of the men asked.

Clara's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at the two guards. They were each a head taller than her and packed with muscle under their silver plumage. Then her eyes slipped onto their giant, throbbing equipment. Each of them sported eleven inches of uncut cock meat and a heavy, drooping pair of nuts that promised plenty of huge, messy cumshots, and she needed no further convincing, nodding at them with an excited squeak. "Hell yeah, I want what she's having!"

"Come along then, cutie, because we'll give you that and more," the other parrot cooed and wrapped an arm around Clara's waist, casually copping a feel of her ass as he led her away from her boss's gangbang to a nearby black couch. Nestled between a few sprawling potted plants, it was still unoccupied and more than big enough for all three of them.

Before Clara got to sit down, the two men helped her out of her clothing. Stuffy and sweaty from all the arousal and excitement, she eagerly welcomed their assistance as they pulled up her shirt and removed her skirt, stripping piece after piece to bare her feathered red body. In the process, they squeezed and groped her tits and ass, appreciated her curves with wanton strokes, and one of them even slipped a hand between her thighs, rubbing two fingers against her swollen, pulsing clit before he peeled off her drenched panties.

"Fuck, this chick is soaked," the gray parrot grunted with a grin. Inspecting the string of goopy juices, he rubbed his fingers together with a wet squelch. Then he sat down on the edge of the couch and wrapped his hands around Claras's waist, hoisting her petite body up onto his lap with effortless ease. "You're dying for more dick, aren't you?" He teasingly pressed his swollen schlong against her downy belly, showing off the sheer size of his tool as his tip almost touched the underside of her tits. "Bet your previous guys weren't quite this big, huh?"

Rolling her eyes, Clara huffed at the smug security guard, "Shut your beak and put it in already."

"Sure thing, cutie," the male chortled, lifting her up against his broad chest to align his tip with her tight pussy.

Clara gasped and groaned as her new partner's massive glans brushed against her wet entrance. He teasingly poked and prodded her puffy folds for a moment, grinding his tip against her sensitive clit. Then he suddenly pulled her down and shoved the first inch inside her, eliciting a guttural cry from her as he spread her slit with a sloppy squelch.

"Oh wow, she's noisy, too," the other parrot behind her chuckled.

"And I've barely put in anything," the guard holding Clara remarked with a naughty grin and he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her down further. "Let's see how you handle the rest, cutie."

Inch by inch, the male's huge dong speared Clara's pussy, and her mind exploded with pure pleasure as it stretched her sensitive channel wide open. However, it wasn't just the stimulation from getting her G-spot squeezed that made her sing, but also the rush of finally participating in the debauched fun like her boss and colleagues. Fun that had only just begun as her partner went to work her tight cunt with deep, forceful strokes because after waiting so long for a round with Bella, he seemed as desperate for a proper fuck as she was.

Meanwhile, his colleague wasn't quite there yet. "Oh fuck, you look tight back there," he purred, rubbing two lubed fingers against her asshole Once her ring was nice and slick, he shoved them in knuckle-deep and curled them inside her, casually stretching and loosening her. "And you feel tight too. Haven't taken it up the ass yet, have you?"

"A-ah, no," Clara moaned, her eyes rolling back as the other male teasingly stroked his partner's cock through her inner walls.

"Perfect. I love myself a tight, untouched hole," the male parrot sighed and slid his fingers back out of her ass. Then he squirted a dab of lube onto his cock, giving it a few haphazard strokes before he stepped behind her and pressed his throbbing tip against her quivering pucker. "Now loosen up, chick. I'm going in."

Clasping Clara's hips, the man barely gave her any time to relax before he thrust forward and drove his giant dong halfway into her ass, stretching her ring wide open while his colleague was still balls-deep inside her. "Fucking hell, your ass is amazing," he grunted as she reflexively clenched up around his rod, but that didn't stop him from burying the rest of his fuck meat inside her, ramming it in all the way to the balls.

Twice the giant cock, twice the throbbing thickness, the combined girth of Clara's partners put a fat, pulsing bulge onto her abdomen, and the stimulation from getting double-stuffed made her howl with overwhelmed bliss. This was more intense than anything she had ever experienced, and it became even more intense as the two birds started to pound her, quickly settling into an alternating rhythm of thrusts.

"Fuck, this chick is good."

"Tight and clenching like a pro."

"Gonna bust real soon like this."

"Ah fuck, same."

The two security guards huffed and grunted like machines as they rubbed their dicks against each other through Clara's insides, trenching their fuck meat balls-deep at every stroke while they worked themselves up into an ever-faster, feral rutting frenzy.

Meanwhile, Clara was physically and mentally pinned between the two massive, muscular parrots as they hugged her tightly from both sides. Every thrust overwhelmed her with a new wave of pleasure, their sweaty musk clouded her lust-addled mind, and their unyielding embrace and merciless thrusts made her feel like they were sharing her like a cheap toy, double-penetrating and stretching her out like a disposable fleshlight. Even though they were one man short of her boss's gangbang, the sheer onslaught of stimulation on her senses carried her over the edge in a guttural howl of joy.

Beak wide open, tongue hanging out, and droplets of spit spraying from her mouth, Clara screamed as her body was seized by violent orgasmic contractions. Trapped between the two bulky men, she couldn't squirm or move much in any direction, but her holes clenched all the harder, clamping down around their rods with audible smacks and squelches, squeezing and massaging them with an unquenchable thirst for their wet, gooey loads.

"Fucking hell, that chick's clenching hard," the male on top of Clara grunted. "It's like her ass is trying to suck me dry."

"Yeah, and she's a squirter too. She's soaking me right now," his colleague added as her pussy splattered his crotch with messy squirts of fem cum. "But that's nothing compared to what I'm gonna pump inside your tight, little cunt, cutie. Better get ready, because here it comes!" Pressing her tightly against his chest, he hilted his cock inside her and erupted into a guttural groan.

Clara's cry faltered and her eyes went wide as the male flooded her clenching channel with a huge gush of cum, and not a moment later, the other parrot joined with a heavy growl, shooting his thick, gooey seed deep into her ass. Their mutual orgasm rekindled her own climax, her mind dissolving in a rush of pure bliss while their massive schlongs tensed and flexed in unison, dumping the content of their swollen, clenching nuts inside her like a pair of fire hoses on full tilt. Nutting harder than her body could handle, half of their jizz splattered back out of her gushing cunt and twitching asshole, turning everything between her thighs into a hot, sticky mess, while the rest ended up deep inside her, infusing her guts and womb with a wet, titillating warmth.

The female parrot remained trapped in her mindless high for almost an entire minute while her two partners kept cumming inside her, carried along as much by their big, messy squirts and furiously flexing fuck rods as their throaty, almost feral grunts and huffs. Eventually, however, their effusive output ebbed, and as they loosened their tight embrace, the impenetrable fog of lust around her brain cleared and she realized that it was no longer just the three of them.

Four more men had gathered around the couch. All of them were colleagues, all of them had stripped down to their downs and feathers, and all of them were stroking their huge, swollen cocks as they waited for the two security guards to be done so they could have a turn with her.  From her audience, one in particular brought an excited smile onto her beak. "Ray!? I'm so happy to see you again."

"H-hey, Clara. Nice to see you, too," the blue parrot replied with an abashed blush and sat down on the couch next to her while the two security guards pulled out of her.

Clara squawked and reflexively clenched up. Her labia and asshole bulged outward as they refused to let go of her partners' fat fuck rods, only for their tips to finally slip free with a wet, noisy pop each, leaving her loose, gaping, and uncomfortably empty. 

"You know each other?" one of the buff, silvery gray birds asked as he hoisted her into Ray's arms. "Well, we're done with her, so here. She's all yours, boy. Have fun~"

"O-oh," the blue parrot gasped, staring at Clara for a speechless moment before he nodded with excitement. "Up for round two?"

"You bet," she giggled, giving the male a quick peck on the beak before she dragged herself up onto his stiff, pulsing cock. Without wasting a second, she pressed her dripping, loose slit against his tip and pushed down, gliding it inside her channel to fill herself with the very same thick, veiny dick that had first claimed her today.

"Fuck, you're wet, Clara," Ray groaned as her pussy enveloped him with a sloppy squelch, and he wrapped his arms around her back, rewarding her initiative with a forceful hip thrust.

As in the break room, they found themselves face to face again, but round two was different, and not just in the sense that Clara was now on top of Ray. No, there were also three more birds next to them who wanted a piece of her, and they closed in on her with drooling beaks and primal desire in their eyes. A large, looming shadow, that's all the red-feathered hen saw before a swollen, leaking tip poked the edge of her beak, but that was all the encouragement she needed to part her lips and push out her tongue with a lusty moan.

The instant Clara opened wide, her newest partner shoved his huge rod into her mouth and down her gullet, feeding her inch, after inch, after inch until she was gagging and choking on the sheer amount of sweaty, salty fuck meat that bulged her throat.

At the same time, one of the other two males slapped his schlong against the hen's feathery buttocks. Making her ass jiggle and ripple with a few playful whacks, he finally pressed his glans against her loose back entrance. 

Beak full and busy riding Ray, Clara gave the parrot behind her a quick wave and raised her tail feathers. She didn't have to wait long for him to take her up on her offer, as he immediately gripped her hips and thrust forward, ramming his whole cock inside her. He cherished her hot, clenching depths with a deep groan, giving her a few seconds before he leaned over her, grabbed her shoulders, and started to pump her asshole with deep, needy strokes.

Finally, Clara was getting spit-roasted like her boss, with one parrot stuffing her throat, one plowing her ass, and Ray below her fondling her tits while he straightened her cunt, but there was still one more male eager to join the fun She only realized the fourth guy's plans when she heard a "Hey, watch it!" from the male who was working her ass and suddenly felt another tip poking against the edge of her stretched ring.

Not even Bella had gone this far, but in her horny rush, already careening toward the verge of another orgasm, Clara didn't stop the male. On the contrary, she grabbed his penis and pressed his glans against her already stuffed and stretched sphincter.

"You sure that's gonna fit?"

"Well, she seems to think so."

"So?"

"Not gonna let down a lady, would we?"

With that, the two men took Clara up on her demand and squeezed both their swollen tips into her tight asshole, pulling it wider open than ever before. Thrusting forward in unison, they drove their giant dongs inside her as deep as they could, burying almost half of their fuck meat before their hips got in each other's way, but it was more than enough to snap her brain in half. With three fat cocks stretching her holes and bulging her abdomen, the sheer stimulation short-circuited her mind so hard that she came on the spot, succumbing to a climax more intense than all the ones before it combined.

The next few minutes passed in a horny blur for the red parrot as she lost herself in an overwhelming, endless rush of stimulation, and while her orgasm tossed her brain around like the waves of the storm-whipped sea, her partners joined her one by one. 

The two parrots plowing Clara's ass were first to yield to her hot, clenching tightness. Each of them dumped a huge, gooey load into her guts before they pulled out and wiped their dicks clean on her tail feathers, leaving her gaped, trembling asshole overflowing with cum and ready for the next guy to claim.  

Clara didn't even have to wait ten seconds before she got mounted again, stretched and stuffed by someone whose face she couldn't see and whose voice she didn't recognize while the bird who was face-fucking her burst with a resounding squawk. One last time, he plunged his fat, flexing cock down her throat, force-feeding her a few ounces of his thick, creamy seed, and just a moment later, Ray joined him with a trembling moan, flooding her cunt and painting her insides white for the second time today.

The blue-feathered male gave Clara a peck on each cheek, breathing a hasty "Thanks" before he pulled out and yielded his spot to the next in line. At that point, Clara was so high on pleasure, so busy clenching and cumming her brain out that she didn't care who came next in this massive gang-bang. Big, small, tubby, musclebound, red, blue, green, gray, and everything in between, she took the males all the same, no matter if they used her like a cheap toy or cherished her with licks and kisses. Round after round, she took them until her brilliant red plumage was drenched with cum from her beak to her talons, until her every breath tasted of semen and her belly sagged under the sheer amount of loads that her ever-changing partners had pumped inside her, sloshing and shaking at every thrust.

After more rounds than the woman could count or remember, her lust-addled haze finally lifted when the last two men from her audience finished their second round with her and dropped her onto the soaked, cum-stained couch with no further takers in sight. At least for now. Spread out on her back and gasping for breath, she slowly realized how thoroughly she had been stuffed and covered in bird spunk, but the inordinate mess couldn't wipe the blissed-out grin off her beak. This was exactly what she had asked for, yet her satisfaction was tainted by a disappointing emptiness as she lay there all on her own, none of her previous partners having bothered to keep her company.

"Hey, Clara. What are you doing here, all alone on the couch?"

Clara's eyes widened and her heart started pounding as she heard the voice of her crush, and when she turned her head, she saw a small male parrot with a petite black beak and green plumage as illustrious and beautiful as emerald ambling toward her. Her heart pounded even faster when her eyes slipped down onto Jake's exposed package. He was hung, bigger than any of the other birds with at least fourteen inches of uncut cock meat and a pair of sagging, swollen testes the size of cantaloupes. "H-hey, Jake. Don't mind me, I'm just chilling."

"That sounds neat. Mind if I join you?" Jake asked.

Clara coyly shook her head. "Not at all! At least if all this mess doesn't bother you."

"Oh, that's perfectly fine. After all, the whole office is a mess at the moment," the green parrot laughed as he dropped next to the hen, casually sliding an arm around her shoulders.

"That's true," Clara giggled, only for her eyes to linger on Jake's massive, juicy cock. Licking her beak, she hemmed and hawed, oddly hesitant to take the next step, but she eventually mustered the courage to ask as casually as she could, "Say, you wanna make the mess even bigger?"

Jake turned to her and stared at her with an open beak and wide eyes, but before she could backpedal, he nodded energetically and replied, "I'd love to!"

"Then come here and get to it, big boy," Clara said, voice trembling with excitement, which grew even more intense when the male parrot took her up on her words and climbed on top of her. In the process, he accidentally slapped his giant dong against her thigh, giving her an electrifying impression of the immense heft and stiffness of his fuck meat just before he aligned it with her loose, drooling pussy. Gently prodding it against her cum-soaked folds, he looked at her and opened his beak to say something, but she beat him to it. "Put it in already and fuck me, Jake."

Stunned for a second, Jake closed his beak again and an avid smile grew on his face as he gave her what she wanted. Hugging her against his warm, downy chest, he thrust his cock inside her with measured force and splayed her folds like half a dozen men before him, but not only did he spread her channel wider than ever, he also went deeper than any of her other partners, stretching parts of her hitherto untouched. So although it was just him, the stimulation that accompanied his thrust was as intense as the rush from getting triple-penetrated by three of her other colleagues at once, and she unleashed a deep, guttural cry of pleasure as his glans met her cervix with a muffled squelch, squeezing and slathering the sensitive opening with his warm, sticky pre.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Clara," Jake groaned as he bottomed out, his gargantuan nuts settling against her soft, feathered backside while his face moved within inches of hers.

Clara peered deep into her partner's sparkling eyes, too overwhelmed by his girth to respond, but with his face so close to hers, she couldn't help but wrap a hand around his head and draw him into a kiss, locking their hooked beaks with a click.

Jake eagerly indulged the hen, sliding his tongue into her mouth while he pulled back his hips, extracting a few inches of his fat, throbbing cock meat before he shoved it back in. He was taking things slow and gentle for now, but she wouldn't have for anything else. His immense size handily rekindled the horny fire inside her that had smoldered out after her excessive gang-bang, and his affection fanned it into a flaring blaze, filling her more than the two dozen dicks before him ever could. Every single thrust made her shake and squeal with joy, and she swiftly lost herself in the languid rhythm and passionate kisses, carried toward another orgasm on a wave of heavenly pleasure.

The rhythm of their lovemaking wouldn't remain leisurely forever, though, as her sweet, bawdy song turned her partner on as much as her hot, clenching tightness. With a needy groan, he picked up the pace, going faster, deeper, harder and ever harder to make her feel every single inch of his giant, glorious fuck meat. In and out, again and again, he knocked at the entrance to her womb while his dangling nuts gained enough momentum to swing and slap against her feathered backside, making her derrière bounce and jiggle in a constant reminder of his immense potency.

Clara wasn't the only one who was enamored by the green parrot's blessed breeding bits, as several of her colleagues gathered around the couch to watch as they had during her gang-bang. This time, none of them joined, though, as Jake had claimed her all to himself, and she wouldn't have it any other way, reveling in the attention as much as in his deep, thorough pounding. Pulling away from their kiss, she finally tossed back her head and whined, "Ah, Jake, keep going! I'm about to cum."

"Oh, fuck yes!" Jake groaned, gritting his beak as he slammed his schlong even harder inside her. "Cum for me, Clara! Let it all out!"

He didn't have to tell her twice, as she unraveled into a mind-shattering climax the next time his bloated sack slapped against her ass. Her lust-ridden brain exploded with bliss and a high-pitched cry escaped her throat as she reared up and tightened her arms around his back. While most of her body became tense as a bowstring, her pussy burst into a volley of frantic, almost painfully violent contractions, clenching and convulsing around his member with insatiable greed, and the next time his tip pushed into her cervix, her mind broke in half, her vision shattering into a blurry kaleidoscope of sparks and flashes.

All the while, Jake continued to thrust into her clenching channel with unyielding strokes, going even faster than before until he finally groaned into her ear, "Ah, Clara, I— I need more. Just keep clenching like that while I…" 

Clara wasn't sure what her partner was planning, but she didn't stop him, whining with horny anticipation when he pulled out and got up on his knees. The stimulation ceased for just a moment, leaving her clenching and cumming in vain, but the payoff was more than worth the temporary dip when he grabbed her ankles and folded her legs back over her head. Bending over her, he pinned her down with his weight, and drove his fuck meat back balls-deep into her twitching pussy, claiming her before her orgasm could taper off.

Face to face again, peering deep into each other's eyes, only a heartbeat passed before Jake pulled Clara into another deep, sloppy kiss. Muffling her moans with his tongue, he took full advantage of his new position on top of her, showing her the benefits of a proper mating press as he started to plow her gushing cunt with twice the speed and twice the fervor.

Trapped underneath the male parrot's hot, sweaty body, breathing his intoxicating scent, the hen couldn't move anymore, but she came all the harder as he pounded her the way Max had pounded Ginny in the photocopier room, straightening her pussy and reddening her cheeks with his swinging, flailing nuts. In her orgasmic rush, she also lost track of everything around her. The office, their audience, all of that became secondary. Only the emerald green parrot on top of her mattered as he carried her from climax to climax, showering her with kisses and stimulation until she couldn't tell up from down and left from right anymore. Although pinned down, she was soaring higher than ever, and whenever she wasn't wrestling tongues with her crush, she moaned and squealed with incomprehensible delight while he slammed his massive cock inside her, making her big, swollen cum belly shake and wobble at every thrust.

Wrapped up in the most intense fuck of her life, cumming so hard she was seeing stars, the wet warmth sloshing inside her reminded Clara of the one thing she still yearned for. She wanted Jake to join her, needed him to cum inside her to quench her insatiable lust, and the mere anticipation of his thick, hot load made her clench and moan even harder.

Fortunately, Clara's profuse orgasms soon carried the male closer to the brink of an orgasm. Before long, his thrusts grew even faster and more desperate, his groans heavier, more strained, and dripping with pent-up desire, and his embrace around her tightened as he went for the final rush to the finish. "Ah, Clara. I'm getting close."

An announcement as much as a promise, Jake's words catapulted Clara into an indescribable rapture, and she screamed without a second thought, "Yes! YES! Fuck, Jake, I love you so much!" before she succumbed to another explosive climax.

"Oh fuck, Clara," Jake gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head as he ended his relentless pounding with one last, forceful thrust. Clutching the hen against his chest, he hilted his gargantuan cock inside her before he erupted with a groan as powerful and primal as rumbling thunder. "Clara, you— I— I love you too." His member started pulsing and flexing as furiously as his heavy, drooping nuts, everything working together to churn up a massive torrent, and not a second later, the first rope of hot, virile seed spilled inside her with a wet, audible spurt, painting her cervix and inundating her whole channel.

Clara gasped and moaned at every single squirt the male pumped inside her. The rush of his warm, sticky cum was as intoxicating as the strongest liquor, and his words filled her chest with the flutters of a thousand butterflies while he stuffed her womb with literal ounces of cum, swelling her midriff, inflating and bloating her so much that she looked like she was carrying a clutch of six. Soon, she was so full that her belly pressed against his midriff and her own thighs, forcing her legs apart with its sheer size, yet he was far from done. Still cumming hard, he pumped rope after rope into her pussy until she couldn't take any more and it all washed back out, soaking their plumage and seeping into the upholstery, spurting and splattering everywhere until it was so much that it ran over the edge of the couch.

Nothing came close to Jake's orgasm, not even the whole train Clara's colleagues had run on her holes. However, when it eventually ebbed, two minutes and uncountable spurts later, she was left not only satisfied and in awe at the sheer amount he had pumped inside her, but also floating in a thrilling, yet uncomfortable suspense. As her own climax faded and she came back to her senses, there was one question that occupied her more than anything else.

"Wow, that was incredible. I don't think I've ever come that hard," the green parrot sighed, meanwhile, and gave Clara a swift kiss on the beak. He did pause, though, when he noted her pensiveness. "You alright, Clara? It wasn't too much, I hope?"

She looked at him for a breathless moment, then she shook her head and said, "No, it was just perfect." She licked her beak, gnashed it, hesitating for another second. "About that thing you said when you came… remember that?"

Jake nodded, his face lighting up with a cautious smile, "Yes. Yes, I do, and before you ask, I meant it, too."

Clara gulped, a smile growing on her beak as well. "Y-you do?"

"Yes. I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since we first met in the office and after this… I don't know how else to put it, but I love you, Clara," Jake said.

"Oh, this is the best day of my life. I— I love you too, Jake," Clara responded and wrapped both hands around his head to pull him into another deep tongue kiss. This time, it not only dripped with drool and lust but also with her burning, passionate love for the emerald green parrot. "You're the cutest, hottest, kindest guy I've ever met."

"And you're the most beautiful parrot in the entire office."

"Even right now, with all that sweat and cum on my feathers?" Clara asked.

"I mean, who doesn't love their sweets glazed?" Jake chuckled, giving the hen a playful lick across the cheek before he tapped the tip of his beak against hers. "Besides, that's just how it goes if your office devolves into a giant orgy, isn't it?"

"I guess that's one way to put it," Clara giggled and turned her head, letting her gaze sweep across their audience. Apparently, their hardcore fuck had inspired the other parrots to succumb to their desires once again and get it on with each other, continuing the orgy on the floor, desks, and tables around them. "Oh fuck, you see that?"

"Looks like the fun's not over yet," Jake laughed.

"Far from it," Clara agreed. "So how about you start moving your cute ass again and pump another load inside me, big boy?"

"Gladly. Gonna give you as many as you want, gorgeous~" the green parrot purred. "Love you."

"Love you, too." Once again, Clara tapped her beak against Jake's. Then she parted her lips and entangled him in another deep tongue kiss while he began to move his hips again, plowing her stuffed, overflowing pussy with hard, squelching thrusts as if he had never stopped. However, it felt different than before. No longer were they just two horny colleagues fucking in a free-for-all orgy, but they were mating like two lovebirds. Perhaps even breeding, given the sheer amount of virile seed he had pumped into her womb and the loads that were yet to come, because she had a feeling that they would still be going long after the main orgy had ended, deep, deep into the night.