Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: Not With My Daughter! 5
Part: 5
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie is confused about how her body has changed into an oversexed 
vixen and agrees to do a group of men assemble by her blackmailer in a 
boardroom to insure a sexual release fix.
Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, gang, M+/f


The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at
their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so.  Similarity to persons,
living or dead is coincidence.  The author reserves all rights.  Permission is
granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge,
and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer.

This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My
Daughter! Parts 2-4" To read the others, see at bottom.


Not With My Daughter! Part 5
By Spunk N. Wagnels
                           

Marnie was blackmailed into to playing a part in a movie. It was not the 
kind of movie she would want anyone to know about. Her husband, Roger, 
would certainly divorce her, and her daughter, Brenda, would grow 
disillusioned with her and would surely become uncontrollable.  Marnie's 
blackmailing by the Larchers was not a traditional situation for money; it 
was one for occasional favors, usually of a sexual nature.  Over time these 
humiliating and embarrassing circumstances had an effect on Marnie's 
self-concept and moral fiber.   The experience of shooting the two scenes of 
a porno movie under duress changed her life in ways she never imagined 
for herself. First off, she experienced limits of humiliation, embarrassment, 
and ecstasy she had never thought possible.  She experienced a variety of 
sensations, which in comparison to her idyllic relationship with Roger made 
her ordinary life now seem mundane.  She had reached a top of a mountain, 
and now, she was faced with fighting back the urge to look up at another.

Secondly, her body seemed to change.  After her cunt healed from the 
gangbang experienced while pulling the train, she seemed to want to have 
sex all of the time.   She would fantasize about anything phallic and anyone 
with a penis, the neighbors, the mailman, people in the supermarket, and so 
on.  She just wanted something in her working the anxious itch all of the 
time. No broom handle or vibrating anything was safe around her.

A few days after the movie shoot, Roger shook her awake saying,  "Let me 
help you with that."  He was referring to her masturbating furiously in her 
sleep, bucking wildly, moaning and screaming.  She couldn't have been 
more embarrassed at learning what she had been doing unconsciously 
beside him.  When she let him make love to her, she ended up having to 
say good-bye to him that morning as he left for work, totally frustrated and 
unsatisfied.

As days went by, she hated herself for now wanting to be contacted by the 
Larchers.  She knew where the dad lived, approximately, but not how to get 
there.  She knew where he worked, but didn't want to set her foot in that 
place again. She just couldn't stand being in this constant state of heat 
without having any prospects for substantial relief.  It was going to drive 
her mad.

Finally she gave in to it.  She made sure she shaved her pussy bald, put on 
a short skirt without panties, got in her car, and drove to the office building 
that Larcher maintained.  She went down the elevator and opened doors, 
trying to find the one Larcher's kid, Jeff, led her to last time.  She finally 
opened one with someone inside.  He had his back to her as she 
approached.  When she was close enough to see over his shoulder, she saw 
that he was looking at a magazine with pictures of naked women and 
beating his meat, oblivious to her entrance.

She cleared her throat,  "Ahem.  Excuse me Mr. Larcher."

The man swiveled his chair around and hid his crotch with the magazine, 
and then a newspaper.  

"Oh!  I'm sorry."  She said.  "I thought you were someone else.  Please 
forgive me.  I'm terribly sorry."

The man was deep red in the face when he said,  "Larcher don't work here 
anymore.  What the fuck are you doing sneaking up on people like that?"

"I'm sorry, really I am." She searched for the words to make the 
embarrassment go away.  "I know how I could make it up to you."  She 
said, not believing what she was hearing herself say.  She approached him 
and slowly, reassuringly, removed his hands from the newspaper.  Then she 
picked up the magazine and quickly thumbed through it with an "Aha,"  
"uhumm," and "people really do that?" She took each of his hands and 
placed them on the armrests. Then she took his cock in one hand and his 
balls in another and started to give him a massage that started his body 
squirming and his cock hardening again.

"Lady what are you doing?  Where did you come from, and what is Larcher 
to you?" He asked, out of discomfort from her forwardness.

"I've the kind of itch, you've got right now and we can both help each other 
out.  I'll let you inside me right here and now, if you promise to keep at it 
until I cum too.  Do we have a deal?" She asked brazenly.

"What have I become?"  She thought to herself.  

Marnie dropped her skirt and leaned by her arms on the desk.  She shifted 
her weight from one leg to the other, moving her rear as a seductive target 
for the man.  He stood up and apprehensively put his cock at her cunt and 
poked the head in.  He moaned as the warm moistness enveloped the 
head.  He started moving it slowly in and out, and was so engrossed with 
the sensation, that he had to stop a couple of times to keep from cumming.

"Don't you dare stop until I cum too."  Marnie threatened as a reminder.

The situation just proved too weird for the guy and he came in a shuddering 
orgasm that snuck up on him surprising them both.

"Oh no you don't.  You're not through now, we had a deal."  She insisted. 
"Keep it up and moving."

He tried the best that he could, but his cock was so sensitive now that 
every time he thrust in, he had to pull out reflexively for a few seconds. 
Meanwhile, his cock was getting a little more limp as time wore on. 
Eventually, it wasn't hard enough to be able to thrust in at all.

"Okay then, kiss it, do something.  I'm not letting you off that easy."  
Marnie insisted.

She turned around to face him, and put her hands and butt on the edge of 
the desk with her legs spread wide.  The man reluctantly got down on his 
knees and slowly put his mouth on her pussy. She grabbed his head with 
her left hand and held his head tight, grinding her cunt into his face. The 
man broke free, gasping for breath.

"Gawd Lady.  You're crazy."  He said, wiping his mouth off with the sleeve 
of his shirt.  He stood up and backed away a few feet.  "You don't need me, 
you need a whole goddamn army."

Marnie squatted and sobbed into her hands.  She knew he was oh so close 
to actually being right.

"Hey Lady, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you.  You come on kinda 
strong ya know.  I'd help if I could.  Maybe we can get me there again.  I 
should be able to last longer a second time.  Shall we give it a try?"  He 
said in an effort to get her to stop crying.

The man sat down in the chair.  "Why don't you move that sexy body of 
yours a little bit and we can see what comes up, okay?"  He suggested.

Marnie sniffled back her tears and stood up.  She started to move her 
lower body and went into a trance.  She danced with her eyes closed and 
played with her breasts through the material of her blouse.  The man had 
his hand on his cock trying to get it to respond.

"Why don't you show me those tits?  They look like they're pretty 
decent."  He said.

Marnie had a momentary pause in her reverie at the sound of the word 
"decent" and then went back to the task at hand.  She opened her eyes and 
slowly, and seductively as she could, removed her blouse.

"Nice.  Real nice."   The man said responding to her sexy mammary 
assets. "Tell me they're real, please."

Marnie was soaking up the encouragement.  "One hundred percent real 
woman here.  Do you like?"  She said as she unclasped the bra and tossed 
it aside.

She held her arms out to the sides and shook her breasts a little to show 
how they naturally moved with her motion.  The man moaned and answered 
her,  "Oh, yes Lady.  Those are the nicest pair I have ever laid my eyes 
on.  Goddamn, you're hot!"  He said, sporting a renewed hardon.

Marnie signaled the man to slide out to the edge of the chair by pulling on 
the back of his knees. When she had him positioned she turned around, 
straddled his legs and lowered her cunt down on his erection.  This time she 
intended to control the motion.  She rode him vigorously until she came in a 
halfway decent release, then dismounted and started to retrieve her 
clothes.

The man was now the one put off.  "Hey Lady!  You're not going to leave 
me like this now are you?"

"You had yours.  I've got to go."  She said, matter-of -factly.

"Oh no you don't!"  The man said, as he grabbed her clothes from her 
hand. "Kiss it!"  He said sitting back down.

Marnie didn't want to rile him, she just wanted out of there by this point, so 
she held her hair out of the way and bent over and put her mouth on his 
cock. She started sucking and massaging his balls in an effort to get him off 
as quickly as possible.  She even tried humming, to send vibrations to its 
head.

With the combination of tugging on his balls and the intensive sucking, 
licking, and deep throating on his cock, he started to buck a bit.  "Oh yes 
Lady.  That's it.  You're great.  Oh yes.  Oh No!" He came sooner than 
both of them anticipated and Marnie got this stranger's biggest dose of 
cum in her mouth. She spit it out in an ashtray and started to get dressed 
again.

"Got to go."  She said.

"Please cum again."  He said with a grin.

"Cute.  Real cute." She said, as she hurried out the door.

Marnie drove home with a great deal of self-loathing.  Marnie was distant 
from her husband and daughter that evening.  She couldn't believe she had 
come to this, to have been transformed into a sex-crazed slut, who would do 
the first stranger she came across.  The only man she had ever known in a 
carnal way before all of this was Roger, until the Larchers entered her life.  
Now no situation seemed too daring, and no obstacle too great to get her 
insatiable horns clipped.  She felt like she had become addicted and she 
would have to deal with it like an addiction and quit sex all together cold 
turkey. No, that wouldn't be fair to Roger.  She needed to be sexual, but 
she just couldn't control her appetite any longer.

For the next week, she had Roger make love to her before he went to 
work, then before they went to bed.  She was determined to deal with these 
urges, with her husband.  Roger didn't know what hit her.  He enjoyed the 
new regime, but was concerned that he might not be able to keep it up, so 
to speak.

On the following Monday Marnie drove downtown to meet Roger for lunch 
as a surprise.  She dressed in a red business blazer, white blouse, no bra, 
short white pleated skirt that would easily fan out to reveal her white 
pantyhose covered butt, if she was not careful, and white high heels. She 
parked and took the elevator to the lobby, to look up her husband's new 
office number.  Then she heard a familiar voice ask her,  "Can I help you 
Missy?"

She took a step back with her hand on her upper chest in shock.  There was 
Larcher in a security guard uniform, with badge, holster, the works.  He 
was grinning and tipping his hat.  "Have you missed me?"  He said 
confidently.

"Larcher.  Mr. Larcher, what are you doing here?"  She asked out of 
surprise.

"I run this place.  Can't you tell from this here uniform?"  He replied 
sarcastically.  "You're looking pretty hot today.  So, come back here with 
me a second I want you to show me something."  He said, as he motioned 
with his hand for Marnie to follow him into a room, where another guard 
was monitoring cameras placed throughout the building. Larcher cleared 
his throat, and the man took his place out front.

"So, let's see if you came prepared."  He said, sitting down, holding his 
hands out for Marnie to approach him.  When she was almost between his 
legs, Larcher lifted up her short skirt to see if she had shaved. He looked 
pleased and rubbed a couple of fingers along her cunt through the sheer 
material of her hose.  "My, you're hot and wet down there.  No panties.  
Don't tell me a little train ride has you like this."  He said as he continued 
to rub her cunt until she started to moan with eyes closed.  She moved 
against his motion to increase the sensation.  "Have you been getting 
enough of this since I saw you last?" He said, with a wicked gleam in his 
eye.

"Yes!  Yes!  I mean No.  Don't stop!  Please don't stop!"  Marnie gasped 
out.

"What, do you mean, like this?"  He said as he took his hand away.

Marnie was on tiptoes, and now fell forward, breaking her fall with her 
hands on his thighs, almost landing with her head in his crotch.  Her eyes 
opened wide and closed a couple of times in unison with her gasps for 
breath.  She started for his weapons belt.  When she mastered that to his 
amusement, she went for his pant's belt, his zipper and then fished out his 
semi-hard uncut penis, and worked it vigorously up and down with her fist.

"Get this in me!"  She blurted.  Then seeing Larcher's amusement, in a 
more demure tone, she repeated,  "Please, Mr. Larcher, would you like to 
work this in me?  I could really use a good fucking right now."

"Did I really say that?"  She thought again embarrassing herself.

"Missy, it's going to take a lot more than just me, right now to clip those 
fast growing horns of yours."  He said, in a strangely compassionate way. 
"Since you got me going, I'll get you started. Then we'll work something 
out." He said, holding his arms out, motioning with his fingers for her to 
come and sit on his lap.

Marnie came forward and started to turn away so she could back down 
onto his cock.  He stopped her turn and guided her to straddle his lap facing 
him instead.  As she eased down compressing his hardening cock down 
against his balls, he slid her blazer top off and started to unbutton her 
blouse.  When he found she wasn't wearing a bra either, he pulled her chest 
to his face and snuggled into her cleavage until he needed a breath.  
Marnie was a little anxious about this familiarity from him.  She would have 
preferred a faceless screwing from behind, the harder and deeper the 
better.  She was also having difficulty getting any motion going because her 
feet didn't completely hit the floor.

"Okay, let's get this off."  He said, referring to her hose.

She stood up and removed her shoes.  Her breasts hung invitingly out of 
her open blouse as she reached down to remove one shoe then the other.  
She looked at him with an "approach/avoid" expression on her face as she 
slowly slid the hose down and off.  She faced the control panel and waited 
for Larcher to rise and advance to her from behind.  Larcher started 
rubbing her cunt and her asshole alternately making humping motions 
behind her in sync with her grindings to his touch.

When both entries were pretty much lubricated, he asked,  "Where do you 
want it this time, Missy?"

"Oh god, Larcher.  You pick.  Just don't leave me hanging."  She said, 
wantonly.

Larcher chose her cunt first to lubricate his tool.  "Oh yes!  Do it harder." 
Marnie cooed.

Then Larcher worked it in her ass.  Marnie bent her knees a bit to help the 
trajectory, "Ow, oooh, oooo, yeah!"  She moaned responding to the pain as 
it subsided into pleasurable tension.

Larcher's eyes were closed as he concentrated on maximizing his pleasure.  
Marnie's eyes were closed as she concentrated on cumming before 
Larcher did. He began thrusting harder and deeper.  Marnie leaned 
forward on the console to regain a better balance while she put her other 
hand on her clit.  She must have pushed a button because she heard her 
moans and pleas coming back to her over a P.A. speaker in the room.  
Larcher's faster, deeper thrusts could only mean one thing to her; he was 
getting close to cumming.  "Oh no!  Don't you dare cum until I do."  She 
warned him.  Then more softly, "Oh God please, don't let him stop."

Then her world came to a sudden halt.  Larcher thrust in deep and held it 
there shooting warm jizm into her rectum.  Marnie opened her eyes in 
panic, knowing that she was going to have to find another way to finish 
herself off.  She was now looking at the monitors with faces of people in the 
rooms and corridors looking up at the cameras and speakers entranced by 
what they were hearing. "Oh god," she discovered,  "there was Roger in a 
meeting and everyone was stopped to listen."

"Oh god!" Larcher thought,  "There goes another job.  And, this was a 
good one."

"Shit!"  Larcher said, as he reached for the button to turn off the P.A.

Just then, his coworker opened the door and looked in.  "Hey man, this is 
fucked.  You'd better duck outta here while I think of something.

Larcher redid his uniform while he pleaded with Marnie to just grab her 
things and follow him to a door.  Inside was an electrical room with switches 
and control panels.  "Here, you can get dressed now." He said, then put his 
left ear and right hand fingertips on the door and his left hand on the 
doorknob in waiting.  "Wait here til I get back.  If you're not, consider 
yourself fucked, but not the way you want it.  Got that?"  He said firmly.

Marnie nodded as Larcher looked out the door and snuck out, leaving her 
to ponder what had just happened and what would become of this 
debauchery.  She waited for what seemed to be an hour.  Several times she 
felt like she would be there the rest of her life, and that she should leave 
despite Larcher's threat.  Finally, though, he returned.

"Here's the deal.  It is going to officially play as a prank that the security 
staff has handled, and taken care so that it can never happen again.  But 
here's the good part, my boss, his boss, and some of the security guys get a 
piece of the action as well.  You see, good O'l Walter looks out after you.  
You're going to get those horns clipped today after all."  He said, playing to 
her expression of fear and disgust.  "Here, come with me."  He said, 
holding out his hand for hers.

She followed him to the elevator, her head swimming with sexual frustration 
mixed with apprehension and embarrassment.  At the fifth floor, they went 
down a corridor to a conference room, which was at the corner of the 
building and had two glass walls.  Larcher followed her in. Marnie went to 
the corner to look out the windows.  Larcher pushed a button and the 
vertical blinds retracted automatically from the corner.  With the blinds 
drawn open, Marnie had a spectacular view of the busy downtown above 
and below.  Larcher went for his walkie-talkie and announced, "Bald eagle 
has landed."

Marnie looked around.  There in one corner was a round hole with a glass 
lens, presumably for the monitoring.  The room had a large, long oval table 
as its centerpiece with padded leather side chairs around, seating up to 
twelve.  The one wall, at the other end from the window, looked like an 
entertainment center, with big screen TV, small wet bar, stereo type 
controls, slide over grease board, etc.

Marnie was about to ask Larcher a question when the door opened, and in 
walked a suit, a tie without a jacket, and three guard uniforms, draped on 
nameless faces.  Larcher spoke to the tie without a jacket, while the others 
looked on, with anticipation, at Marnie silhouetted by the window.  Then 
each took a seat around the table with a chair between them like birds on a 
wire. The suit was at one end with his back to the window and the tie 
without a coat sat to his to his right with his back to the other window.  
Larcher sat at the other end in front of the media wall, and the others filled 
in the sides.

Larcher patted the top of the table with his outstretched hand and said,  
"Why don't you get up here and see if you can create some stiffening 
competition."

Marnie knew better than to balk now, besides, if she was going to have to 
"do" this room, certainly someone would help her leave her horns behind 
for today.  She approached the table between the suit and the tie, put one 
hand out to steady herself and slipped off her heels with her other hand.  
Then she placed a knee up on the table, and paused for a second to rally 
her courage. When a hand from the suit came up and cupped her left cheek 
startling her, she pushed herself up to the tabletop and scurried on hands 
and knees to the table's center.

She looked around at each of them to get her bearings.  "Oh, there was the 
guy from the monitoring room."  She noticed.  She stood up and tested the 
slipperiness of the hose covering her feet on the tabletop, as she continued 
to look around at their faces.  She started an undulating wavelike motion 
with her body, running from head to toe, which seemed to work well on this 
slippery surface.  Then with her arms in the air, the wave started with her 
fingers down to her toes.  This, what would have to be described as some 
sort of cobra dance, had the men stunned with jaws open in their seats.   
The wave like movement hitting her hips would flare her skirt out, giving 
them glimpses of her pantyhose covered bottom and crotch.  Working at 
teasing, and with each of them seemingly under her spell, she would 
unbutton a button and continue the dance. Then another would go, with 
some more dancing.

When her jacket was off, she tossed it at Larcher, hitting him in the face.  
He peeled it off, not amused, but the others started to shift in their seats as 
she started with the top button of her blouse.  The lucky ones facing the 
windows could get clear glimpses of her beautiful breasts back-lighted from 
the outside light coming in, and started a trend in the room of undoing their 
pants.  Before undoing the last couple of buttons on her blouse, Marnie 
took off her skirt and kicked it at Larcher.  This time he caught it in front 
of his face.

Now, her blouse did little to hide her crotch and rear crack showing through 
the sheer white hose. The blouse was beginning to hide little of her breasts 
that were swaying gently as she moved under the almost undone front.  As 
she continued the teasing pace, hands started to stroke cocks and jiggle 
balls around her.  When she unbuttoned the last button and laid the flaps 
down either side of her breasts, the uniform to the left of the suit shot up 
and stood at the edge of the table with his cock pointing at Marnie 
twitching, pulsing, and begging for her to touch it.

Marnie got down on her hands and knees and slinked sexily over to him.  
She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his cock once, then 
looked around at the others who were starting to stand.  She licked again.  
The suit tried to lift the hanging front of her blouse up out of the way of his 
view, but it wouldn't stay.  Marnie sat back up on her knees and slowly 
removed the blouse, tossing it to in front of Larcher.  Audible moans were 
heard.

Marnie had a plan, as she sized up the situation, this time if she was going 
to take on these guys, she was going to do the smallest first and save the 
biggest for last.  That meant the suit first and the geekiest guard last.  To 
accomplish this, she had to remain in control.  She decided to take on three 
at a time.  So she put her mouth on the guy to the left of the suit and held 
her hands out for the suit and the other guard on her right.  She worked the 
three of them like an orchestra leader, trying to bring them to a point where 
they would be raring to go but not to the point of release.

When she had this group all panting and ready to roll, she backed up with a 
smile and an expression which said, "Now, fair's fair."  Then she slinked 
over to the other side and started to suck the geek on Larcher's left.  She 
held out her hands for Larcher and the tie with no jacket to rut in her 
hands.  She orchestrated their arousal to a fever pitch as well.

Now that she had the room sweating, panting, and standing around the 
table with their hands on it for support, cocks pointing, twitching, and 
oozing, she slinked over to the suit.  She got so close that he backed away 
rather than kiss her.  She slinked down to standing on the floor in front of 
him and took his hands and placed them on her breasts.  He was 
mesmerized by her control. She slowly turned around, slinked the 
pantyhose down to her knees, and leaned over the edge of the table on her 
forearms to protect her hanging breasts from the motion that was about to 
take place. Then she waited for the suit to move.  When he just stood there 
in trance looking at her bald pouch between her spread legs, she reached 
back, grabbed his cock, and pulled him to the task.  He snapped out of it 
and started to rut in earnest.  He thrust with no regard for her reactions, 
and was taking what he could get.  Marnie tried moving this way and that, 
to make the most of a real cock working her snatch finally, but by the 
sounds of his moaning and the speed of his motion, she figured he was near 
his conclusion so she put her hand on the guard to her left to make sure he 
was raring to go as soon as the suit was through.  Then the suit thrust so 
hard into her that she sprawled forward mashing her breasts on top of the 
table.  He thrusted a couple more times, sending the rest of his cum into 
her, then pulled out to watch the rest of the room take their turns.

Marnie figured that getting the hose all the way off would give her more 
traction.  She also figured that the over eager guard would be a quick 
release kind of guy, so she decided to lay on her back and have him do her 
from the front so she could get more action around her clit.  She held her 
legs up in the air as he approached and entered her.  She was just about to 
lower them to his shoulders, when on his first couple of thrusts, he came.

Marnie started thinking,  "Oh no, two down, but there are still four to go."

This time she wanted a real good assessment of the candidate before 
engaging him.  She sat on the edge of the table and motioned him close.  
She put her arms around the back of his neck and stared into his eyes.  She 
put her heels on his coccyx, and pulled his groin up to her groin, forcing his 
cock straight up between her body and his, and a little pain to his balls as 
they were caught between them.

"Pull that chair closer and fuck me like there's no tomorrow."  She said 
wantonly to his face like she'd do in play with her husband Roger.

She put her feet on the front of the armrests, slid to the very edge, and 
pulled him to her again, guiding his cock into her hand, then holding on to 
his shoulders as he began to rock her "like there was no tomorrow".

"Yes!  Oh yes!  You dear man, oh thank you.  You did it.  Oh yes! Yes. 
Yes." She said, grateful for finally getting over the limit. She wanted to sit 
and luxuriate.  She didn't need the rest of them for the time being; it was 
like having to fulfill a contract after you've gotten what you wanted out of 
the situation, but she was obligated to finish the deal.  Next it would 
probably have to be Larcher again.  "Oh god," She thought.  "Not that 
low-life again."

For some reason, Larcher had been over by the bar.  There he stood 
waiting for Marnie to come around the table in front of him.  There was that 
uncut penis she knew oh so well, but he had a surprise for her.  He had 
taken a condom from his wallet and put it on.  "He had never done that 
before."  She thought puzzled.

Then he announced to the room,  "Gentlemen, I'm going to show you how 
she really likes it."  He said as he positioned her bent over the table.

"Oh, no, not this again."  Marnie thought, as she realized she would be 
taking it in her rear.

"Missy, here is really hot for it in the chute."  He continued, as he scooped 
out cum from her twat and lubricated her rear with it.  Then where she 
couldn't see, he dropped some Tabasco Sauce from the refrigerator in with 
the lubrication and started a painful entry. When the initial pain subsided, 
she geared up to a familiar level of pleasure that usually brought her close 
to cumming but never all the way.  Gradually she began to feel an itch, 
unlike before, more of a burn.  Larcher pumped faster.  He dropped a few 
more drops there. The foaming moisture started to ooze down to her cunt.  
The burning followed there too.  Now she wanted him out of her and a fire 
hose pointed at her holes instead.  Then there was a part of her that wanted 
him to push it harder and faster to satiate the itch.  The fire in her holes 
now consumed her entire being.  She felt more like a bitch with two holes in 
heat.  She wanted that goddamn army now in both holes.

Larcher came in an arched thrust, and then repeated it for some after 
spurts.  He collapsed back in his chair and admired the rosy glow now 
between Marnie's legs, as she tried to squeeze the burning out of her by 
tightening her legs together.

Red faced and breathing in short pronounced exhales, she started moving 
around the table with her ass sticking out and absentmindedly, passed the 
geek with the monster cock, probably because that was her original plan 
back when she was in control.  But leave it to Larcher, now she needed it 
bad again, maybe even worse than before.  The sauce had served to 
heighten the urges that were already there, by stimulating more blood to 
rush to the area.

When she got in front of the tie with no jacket, she took a hold of his tie and 
said to his face in guttural tones, "Do me now and do me good."

The supervisor had a reputation to protect and nurture with his men, so he 
took Marnie's hand in his and put her facing his chair, kicked her legs 
wide, pushed her face down onto the warm seat he had been sitting in and 
put his erection in her cunt.  He worked it in and out to almost the entire 
length with each thrust. The warmth from the sauce encouraged his motion 
as well.  Marnie relished his balls hitting her clit.  She felt like she would 
get something from this effort.  Every once in a while, he would hold just 
the tip in and slap her rear reddening it up to match the color of her holes.  
When he was about to cum, he pulled out and forced his way in her rear 
chute like Larcher.

Marnie thought, "On no, not this again."

She needed action in both places now, so she just rode with it.  His body 
started to undulate uncontrollably and his eyes started to roll up under his 
fluttering lids.  He let loose a howl and shot hard into her rear.  She could 
feel the jizm hitting the walls of her rectum.

"One last chance to end this on a harmonious note."  Marnie surmised in 
dread.

Not wanting to leave anything to chance, she said,  "Why don't you get 
those all the way off and join me up here?"  She invited the last guard, 
referring to his pants and the table she had climbed back upon.

She licked her fingers and wiped her burning snatch, and repeated it, as a 
cat would do with its paw, while she waited for the last guard to ready 
himself for Marnie the tigress.  He climbed on top of the table with her and 
she had him lay down.  One of the guards walked around, picked up the 
man's pants and rolled them up for a pillow.  Marnie put her mouth around 
the long thick cock, and had to open it to full extension to accommodate it.  
When she sensed he was good and hard, she carefully lowered herself down 
upon it, keeping one leg up while the other knelt, in case she had to get up, 
because he was too big. It was a good decision on her part to delay him 
until the end, because she had plenty of lubrication oozing out of her.  With 
the tip at her labial opening, she paused, took a couple of deep breaths, and 
lowered herself so that just the head was in.  She scrunched up her face, 
letting everyone present know that she was having difficulty with the size.  
She brought her other knee up so she could do a controlled squat.  She 
carefully lowered herself down the full length and just paused in agony 
while she shifted to a full kneeling position.

With her hands on the table on either side of him, she very slowly raised 
her cunt up.  Everyone was silently watching with eager anticipation as she 
reached the top and relatively quickly lowered herself down all the way 
again.  The pain and pleasure was so intense she had to lower herself to his 
chest and just hug the geeky stranger for a moment. The room of men was 
mesmerized by this slow deliberate show.  They each had their hands 
subconsciously stroking their cocks, vicariously enjoying the pleasure the 
guard on the table was experiencing.  Marnie got up and again rose almost 
the whole way up his cock and plunged it in again, causing unbridled 
sensation.  Each time she did this, the pain was less, the recovery time was 
shorter, and her moans were louder. Eventually, she had a steady rhythm 
going without the pause altogether.

Larcher started to clap every time she hit bottom.  Then the others joined 
in. A chant started up, "Harder.  Deeper.  Faster.  Harder. Deeper.  
Faster. . ."  Marnie was sweating and soaking the guard's shirt.  Her cunt 
was getting sore from the workout but she never wanted to come more than 
she did right now.  Her mount was getting excited from the encouragement 
of his buddies and was starting to wobble like a fish out of water.  Marnie 
knew it was now or never, she worked his cock as fast as she could, getting 
as much clitoral stimulation as possible from the up and down stroke.  With 
everyone in the room cheering on a double uncontrollable orgasm, Marnie 
and the guard were both going for broke.

The guard yelled, "Oh fuck, I can't hold out any longer."

Marnie was counting on his coming big to send her over, so she grabbed his 
shoulders and rolled him on top of her.  "Okay sailor, come into port."  She 
said to encourage him.

The guard came in a big thrust.  Marnie held on and slid a few feet. He 
thrust again, and Marnie moved another few feet toward Larcher.  She 
came in a mighty crashing wave, when he thrust again.  Now her head was 
off the edge of the table right in front of Larcher, and she lost her 
consciousness of that fact for the moment.  As she lay there, pleased that 
she had come before it was too late, wanting to bask in the pleasure of it, 
while forgetting the circumstances, she was awaken from her reverie by a 
cock entering her open mouth.

Larcher couldn't resist having her head hanging upside down in front of him 
with her mouth open. He leaned forward for the ease of entry and placed a 
hand on her left breast, while steadying himself with his right on the table. 
Marnie was gagging and squirming, worrying about not being able to breath 
in light of the workout she just endured. "So," Larcher began,  "anybody 
for seconds?  How about you Mr. Williams?"  He said to the suit.  "Are 
you up for more.  Well, I see that you are."

"Don't mind if I do, Larcher.  Thank you My Man."  He responded. 
Marnie was not only shocked to hear this exchange, but she was panicking 
for air, so she placed her hands on Larcher's hips and pushed him out of 
her mouth, turned onto her hands and knees, and panted deeply while she 
wiped her mouth off with the back of her right arm.

"Mr. Larcher, you can't be serious about doing this again.  I did everybody 
in this room."  She said emphatically.

"Maybe so, but look around you, Missy, they're not done."  He said back.

"No, please, I've had enough, really, I don't think I can take any more.  I'm 
awfully sore down here."  She said, putting her hand over her pussy.

"You seem to forget, Missy, that the female can take a man in more places 
than just down there. Now get down from the table, it's Mr. William's 
turn."  He said, as her helped her down.  "If you do two at a time, we can 
all get out of here sooner."  He said suggestively, and then he led her over 
to the chair that the suit had just been sitting in.  He positioned her to the 
side, bent her over so her hands supported her on the seat facing the 
window, and motioned for the suit to take up the rear and the tie with no 
jacket to work her front.

Fucking her mouth was okay for the tie, because it was warm, moist, and a 
good fit.  The suit, however, was now in her stretched out pussy and had to 
work twice as hard to get the friction he needed to get off a second time.  
When he thrust as hard as he could, sometimes he would accidentally pull 
all the way out and miss the target going back in.  This produced 
embarrassment and frustration for this to be happening in front of his 
subordinates, and it made him want to fuck her even more manly each 
time.  Marnie could get no pleasure from him and just felt the discomfort. 
She was relieved when he finally came.  He wiped himself off on her rear, 
pulled up his pants, and said, "Lady, you're one nice piece of ass."  He 
kissed her rear and said, "Got to get back to work.  Thanks Larcher."  
And, he put his hand on Larcher's shoulder as he passed him and left
the room. The tie followed suit, and she was doing the geeky guard in her 
mouth now, mercifully, and the over eager guard in her snatch now.  When 
they were done, they thanked her in their crude ways and left.

Now there was just the guard from the control room and Larcher left. 
Larcher went around front while the other guard said;  "I think I'll try it 
here.  She looks pretty sore down there."  Referring to her snatch.

"Oh, she really likes it there.  From the looks of things, I think she'll be 
thanking you for the gesture.  Get it juiced up good, though, she still is a 
tight slut back there."  Larcher said, from his position in Marnie's mouth.

The guard dipped his cock in her sore snatch first for lubrication while he 
dropped a dollop of spit on her anus and rubbed it in with his finger.  Then 
he entered her firmly, but not too fast.  Marnie ducked her head from 
Larcher's cock and pushed her upper body down in the chair, bending her 
knees a bit to help his entry as best she could to decrease the discomfort.  
She was beyond being turned on by this now, and she just positioned herself 
to ride it out.  Larcher was concerned by this and threatened,  "You know 
Missy, I am so concerned for you, that me and Bob here, are going to stay 
at this until you get to come one more time, because I care about you."

By this time Larcher had withdrawn from her mouth and was saving himself 
for the goal he had just set forth.  He went to Marnie's side, leaned his butt 
against the table's edge, and leaned over to play with her left tit.  "I 
remember how sensitive these are.  Does this help?" He asked trying to 
help her focus on the goal.

Marnie bit her lower lip and nodded staring out the window in front of her.

"How about this?"  Larcher asked, as he got on his knees and worked the 
tit with his left hand and her clitoris with his right.

Marnie nodded and added, "A little softer please."

She scanned the view.  She now was at a point of wanting that one last 
orgasm.  It should last her for a couple of days, she figured.  Her husband 
would have a needed break, and she could think normal thoughts again for 
a while.  Then something caught her eye in a window across the street.  She 
squinted and discovered a group of men with their suit jackets off crowded 
along a window. "Oh god," she realized, "they are passing a pair of 
binoculars back and forth between them.  Let's hurry.  Oh, I've got to cum 
quickly, and get out of here," she thought.

She started getting into the spirit of the guard working her bottom hole.  
She moved her butt to maximize his sensation and tightened when he pulled 
back to increase his friction.  It was working.

"God, Larcher, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out much longer, 
Buddy, it's going to be up to you."  He confessed.  Then he came in a big 
thrust, almost having Marnie hit her chin on the armrest.

Larcher shooed him out of the way before he was finished enjoying being 
lodged in her ass, and took up the position behind her.  Marnie thought 
quickly, and she thought hard.  "If he does it where he usually does it, I'll 
just get close but no cigar.  If I let him do it in me, oh god how awful . . ." 
She pondered.

Mr. Larcher, would you please do me down here?"  She asked as she 
turned around to face him before he could lodge his member in his favorite 
place.

"Well Missy, I didn't think we were on those kinds of terms.  You don't find 
this request a little intimate do you?"  He said, sorting his mind for a place 
to put this moment.

"I think it will help."  Marnie said leaning her butt against the edge of the 
table with legs spread wide, holding out her arms ready to be placed on his 
shoulders, and turning her head away in shame, avoiding eye contact with 
him.

Larcher approached her, picked her up by the waist, and set her on the 
edge of the table.  He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders, then 
put his cock at the entrance of her cunt, and asked,  "Are you sure about 
this?"

Marnie nodded, with lower lip buried under her top teeth, and head turned 
away from the window.  Larcher slid in easily.  He held it there buried to 
the hilt, watching for signs of her response to it. Marnie bit her lip tighter 
and started to tear up.  Larcher tried some rapid short strokes to get a 
different response, but Marnie was just lying there bearing it.  Larcher 
tried side-to-side, deep and short thrusting, rubbing her clit with the base of 
his cock and every trick he had in his book, but if Marnie was getting 
turned on by it, he couldn't tell from her reaction.  Then he finally tried 
some long and deep thrusts.  Marnie just turned her head up and looked at 
him blankly.

Larcher suddenly stopped.  Marnie's eyes showed panic.  "You win Missy, 
you can go home now."  He said, as he started to finish what he started 
with his hand as he backed away dejected.

"Ohmygod!  Don't stop now!"  Marnie piped up.

Larcher took his hand off instantly and stood there dumbfounded with his 
tool at full mast.  He stepped forward, took his thumb and grazed it up and 
down over her clit until she was squirming and then thrust his cock back in 
for all he was worth until he came.  Marnie came off of Larcher's tortured 
spasms and lay limp for several minutes catatonic in a sea of shame.  
Larcher sat back in the chair in front of her just staring at her raw gaping 
folds between her parted legs.

The status quo was broken by the other guard saying,  "Well, I've got to 
go. Larcher, are you coming?"

Larcher came to a bit and mumbled,  "Oh yeah, be right with you." Then he 
got up and put his hands on Marnie's upper thighs, snapping her out of her 
self-pity for a moment, and said,  "See, I told you I'd take care of those 
horns for you." He pulled up his pants, walked around to gather his other 
things, prepared to leave, and asked, "Think you'll be able to find your way 
out?" 

"Yes." Was all Marnie cold muster, and not break out in uncontrollable 
sobs.

Larcher left.  Marnie remembered the window, saw the men fighting for the 
binoculars and covered herself while she gather up all of her things and 
dressed in the corner behind the folded up blinds.  She looked up at the 
clock as she put on her blazer.  "Three-thirty, shit! I'd better get out of 
here fast."  She scolded herself.

She prayed that she wouldn't run into Roger in the halls, the elevator, or 
the parking lot.  She was on pins and needles until she was leaving the lot 
and speeding home.  When she got home, she immediately ran a bath.  
Brenda came in the bathroom as Marnie was almost dozing off, "Hey 
Mom, is it okay if I have dinner with the Bradshaws?  I've been invited."

"Sure honey, enjoy."  Marnie managed to get out.

She got out of the tub, got in some bedclothes, and was about to fall asleep, 
when Roger appeared at the door, full of energy.  He put down his 
briefcase, pulled off his jacket, yanked at his tie, and said, "Oh Honey, how 
did you know. Gosh, there was this prank played at the office today.  
Someone played this tape of people making out, having sex or something, 
over the P.A., and it reminded me of our mornings and evenings lately.  
God I haven't thought of anything but being in bed with you all day.  I saw 
Brenda's note, and here you are waiting for me.  I married the hottest 
woman in the world.  I'm going to give you the best lovemaking you've ever 
had. Here comes Daddy!" He said as he bounded into bed with her.

All Marnie could think about was, "I've got to do something about those 
Larchers."

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