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Trust Us, We're Salesmen
by David Shaw (david@f-e-mail.com)
***
The temporary receptionist was leaving, and taking her
marvelous pair of tits with her. But she was willing to
earn a few extra dollars first for doing a strip tease
in front of a video camera -- as long as it was by
herself in a locked room. She was reassured that there
wouldn't be any trickery involved. And wouldn't you
believe any group of shy and sensitive door to door
salesmen who told you that? (MMF, reluc, work)
***
Eddie Shapiro came out of the sales meeting with a grin
on his face. Young, fast thinking, fast talking, he
headed up a sales team in home security devices that
was doing very well indeed. But some extra incentive
for the team was always useful and he thought he knew
just how to provide it.
The three other guys coming out of the room lingered
for a moment at the reception desk, joking with Anne-
Marie. The reason for her popularity had something to
do with the fact she was a good looking girl but a lot
more to do with her natural resources.
Although tall and slender she was remarkably well
endowed with huge boobs that quivered at every move she
made; there was certainly no doubt about the quivers of
male excitement they generated at every swing and
bounce. Ever since she'd arrived as a temporary
receptionist the gossip at the sales meetings had been
all about Anne-Marie. Generally along two themes: how
active a sex life she led and whether or not she had
more silicon in her than an Intel storeroom.
Eddie waited until the other guys had finally gone
before putting on his well practiced smile as he
stopped at the reception desk himself.
"I hear you're leaving us today, Anne-Marie, and after
being here only two weeks."
She gave him a cheerful smile in return from a generous
mouth in a well tanned face. She wore her hair in a
long pony tail style that made her appearance a lot
younger than her real age, which was perhaps a tad over
thirty. To Eddie she always looked as if she'd come off
the set of an old Beach Boy's movie, and the thought of
peeling her out of a one-piece swimming costume was one
of the constant themes in his most intense fantasies
about her.
"That's right. I'm sorry to be going but I'm leaving
the city altogether."
"Yeah, I heard that as well". The story around the
office was that she was from some Mid-Western
hicksville joint and going back home with a kid from a
recent divorce. He didn't know or care about that, it
was only what happened this afternoon that mattered.
"I guess the boss would have liked to say goodbye but
he had to go to that big meeting today."
"Sure, I understand."
He could hardly drag his eyes up from the crisp white
shirt she was wearing where the lacy top of her bra
cups were visible through the thin material. They
strained against her row of shirt buttons like virgin
Alpine peaks ready to break out in a uncontrollable
avalanche as soon as things warmed up enough.
Eddie restrained an urge to groan and instead reached
into his shirt pocket. He moved to the right and
carefully spread a row of dollar bills on top of the
marble counter. Exactly as he'd expected, her eyes
watched him with surprise as he laid the money down.
Everything he'd planned depended on keeping her looking
towards him.
"Listen, Anne-Marie, since this is your last day and
all, and things are pretty quiet around here just now,
I was wondering if you'd like to do me a favor. A big
favor..." He grinned, "A couple of real big favors, to
tell the truth."
Anne-Marie well knew the effect she had on men, even
ones like Eddie who were years younger than her. In
fact, especially on men younger than herself. Ever
since she'd been at the office she'd been expecting an
offer like this. It was a disappointing one though --
she'd credited Eddie with more class than just laying
down a few dollars in front of her.
"No, no, don't get the wrong idea here, Anne-Marie.
What I'm talking about is helping me to motivate the
guys in the team. I need something really special to
get them to work their butts off next week. OK, I know
you won't be here but you could leave something behind
that would surely do the job."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's a simple deal and if you'll agree you can take
this cash with you as a separation bonus. What I'd like
you to do is to go into the meeting room and lock the
door behind you. Down at the other end of the room is a
video camera on a stand that's hooked up to a TV
monitor. Go in there and put the video recorder under
the monitor in record mode."
Anne-Marie was as puzzled as before: "And then what?"
"OK, I'll tell you the truth. There's been a lot of
arguments among the guys about whether or not you've
got some padding tucked away in your bra cups to make
your figure look so sensational. Now, myself, I just
can't believe that anything that moves that well can be
anything but the real thing. But two other guys on the
sales team say I've got to be wrong.
"Phil Trately is with me though -- remember when you
squeezed past him in the corridor the other day? He
swears he could feel that you're a genuine Dolly
Parton. So what I'm saying is that if I could offer the
guy with the best sales figures next week a tape of you
settling the argument for certain it would be a real
incentive."
The receptionist tried to frown, then found she was
smiling. This wasn't the most unusual request she'd
ever had, but it was close to it, and very flattering.
Were all these young studs really so fascinated by her
figure?
"And how am I supposed to do that?" She was still
smiling, though shaking her head against the implied
suggestion.
"That's easy to work out, isn't it? Just strip off your
shirt and bra for one minute and show the camera what's
really there. That's all I'm asking you to do."
She tried to look shocked: "Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. I can't get the guys to talk about
their sales problems now. All they want to do is to
keep asking each other if they've seen the way you
bounce around at every step. It's like a bunch of
Alaskan trappers sitting around swapping yarns about
Big Foot. Well, I'm not interested in legends, I want
to see the real proof on a video tape so there's
nothing more to argue about. And when the guys know
what I've got on the tape they'll be killing each other
to watch the action. So how about it?"
"You want me to go in there and take my clothes off in
front of the camera? Is that what you're asking me to
do?" She looked at him with wide open eyes, then down
at her front as if just noticing all the weight she was
carrying around.
She wasn't refusing, she was just asking for some more
sales work from him before finally agreeing. Every
instinct was telling him he had a deal if he just kept
working at it.
"Only the top half of your clothes, Anne-Marie. Just so
we can scan our eyes over the broad acres and marvel at
nature's bounty. Honestly, we'll all watch it in a
quiet and respectful way, I promise you. I certainly
will."
She shook her head in amused reproof: "I just bet you
will. And when will that be?"
"You can keep the tape until you finish work. But I can
guarantee that two minutes afterwards I'll be in that
meeting room watching it. After all I deserve a little
sneak preview before I pay you, don't I?"
The woman felt now that she could see what was
developing. All this talk about the tape was just a
ploy to break the ice, to make her more agreeable to
something else after work. Well, Anne-Marie had had a
few thoughts about Eddie Shapiro herself. He was tall
and well built, a sharp dresser and a smart guy
obviously making a lot of money. And she wasn't all
that excited about going back to her parent's home
anyway, especially dragging Junior along with her.
OK, so it was true that Eddie was younger than her, but
maybe that could be worked around. If he was trying to
say she might play an important role in his life, she
ought to consider it. But she mustn't make herself look
to cheap or eager. On the other hand, give him a real
good show and he'd be screaming for a date. Turn him
down flat and nothing would happen, and nothing was
something she'd already got plenty of right now.
"If I were to do it, the door would stay locked the
whole time."
"No problem at all, no problem at all. You can lock it
yourself and know it's secure."
"How do I know that TV in there isn't connected up to
another one around here? I might be giving a show to
everybody in the building."
"Why would I do anything for the rest of the building?
And you know there's only one TV set in these offices.
Check the cable, you'll see there's only the one that
connects the camera to the recorder and the monitor --
everything's above board, Anne-Marie, I swear it."
"Eddie, I don't know about this..."
"We're the only ones here right now, the door will be
locked and you'll be picking up some useful cash.
What's more you'll be helping me out in a big way.
Look, here's another forty bucks. Stand up right now
and walk into that sales room and I'll give you this
forty as a down payment. Come on, Anne-Marie, for me,
please?"
She giggled, holding her hands up in front of her face
as if too embarrassed to let him see it. He rolled up
the forty dollars, leaned forward and carefully slipped
it into the top of her shirt: "Please... pretty
please."
Anne-Marie made it seem she was giving in to his
pleadings, not to the money: "OK, alright, just for
you, just this once. But only as a favor to you."
Eddie couldn't believe it, couldn't believe he'd sold
her so easily. He fought to hide his triumph. "Great,
great. Now go in there and slay them, kid. Break a
leg!"
Smiling ruefully, Anne-Marie came out from behind the
reception desk. Matching her shirt was a black short
skirt slit at the back halfway up her shapely thighs.
Eddie led the way to the meeting room and held the door
open for her.
"I appreciate this, Anne-Marie, I really do."
She stopped at the doorway: "But who's going to answer
the phone and deal with any visitors?"
"I will, of course. In you go. Oh, and there's a tube
of body cream on the table as well." He lifted up his
hands and made circular motions with them in front of
his chest. "I thought maybe you'd like to rub some of
it around a little, just to have something to do. And
to make the show a little more interesting."
Anne-Marie couldn't help being amused at his nerve:
"I'll have to think about that." With a last faint
smile still on her lips she finally stepped inside the
meeting room and shut the door.
Listening carefully, Eddie heard the lock on the other
side click shut. Taking a deep breath he wiped his damp
palms and headed back to the reception desk, opened the
main door and called down the corridor: "Guys!"
Rosco Mordian and Phil Trately shot out around the
corner. "What's happening?" Phil asked eagerly.
"I've got her inside, but I've no idea if Joey managed
to sneak into the meeting room while I was talking to
her. I didn't dare look in that direction."
"We saw him go into the fire escape staircase the next
floor down ten minutes ago so he should have had plenty
of time to walk up and slip inside." Rosco said. Like
Phil and Eddie, he was a big guy, which was why he
wasn't with Joey hiding under the table in the meeting
room. At least they all hoped that was where Joey
Cruven was.
"OK, if he is in there he should be able to let us in.
Lock the outer door and take Anne-Marie's phone off the
hook. We wouldn't want to be disturbed once we've got
her on her back."
The other two grunted in approval and quickly obeyed
Eddie. As frustrated as a pack of starving wolves they
prowled around the entrance to the meeting room, each
one praying for good luck.
"Even if we catch her with her gear off, will we be
able to get a feel of her tits?" Phil asked.
"Never mind feeling them," Rosco answered curtly. "I
want to fuck the bitch until she gets whiplash of the
udders." He made motions of scratching at the closed
door with outstretched fingers like a frustrated cat:
"Come on, Joey, you useless prick, come on."
"He'll have to wait," Eddie reminded them. "When she's
stripped off he'll let us in. Then leave the talking to
me."
Hardly had he closed his mouth than there was a sudden
feminine squeal of surprise and outrage from inside the
room. The door swung open and the salesmen burst into
the room like a police drug squad, with Eddie slamming
the door shut behind them and re-locking it. Only then
did he turn around and examine the scene.
The big polished conference table in the middle had two
guys on one side of it, Phil and Roscoe. Joey was on
the other side, grinning at everybody in his triumph of
sneaking out from under the table and unlocking the
door. Marie-Anne had been facing the camera, about four
or five steps back, with a chair in front of her.
Hanging on the back of the chair was a bra that seemed
a lot smaller without her inside it. The receptionist
had snatched up her shirt and was holding it between
herself and the camera as she squinted back over her
left shoulder at the intruders.
Seeing her bared back with the bra line still patterned
on the exposed skin made Eddie's pulse run even more
quickly. He instantly moved forward, pushing past the
other guys and grinning at the woman. It was absolutely
vital that he should break her resistance before she
rallied from the shock of the unexpected situation.
"Sorry about this, Anne-Marie, but I suddenly decided
that it was this week that all the guys really needed
motivating."
"You bastards!" she snapped, obviously as mad as hell.
"I was watching her from under the table," Joey
gabbled. "I mean, I was watching the TV. She's huge,
you guys, and she was greasing her nipples up and
grinning at the camera like a total slut. Man, you
gotta see what she has on offer."
"Oh, we will," Eddie said happily. "Believe me, honey,
whatever you were doing for yourself, we can do it
better."
The sales guys were all grinning, getting closer every
second as Anne-Marie stared them, humiliated and
furious, with her mind spinning around in circles. What
could she do? There was only one door and no way of
reaching it, so she was trapped between a twelve story
window and four horny young men with nothing to fend
them off but an unbuttoned shirt. Swell!
"Come on, guys, you could get into trouble for this,"
she pleaded. "Real trouble."
"What for?" Eddie asked with a cheerful smile. "You
came in here and took your shirt and bra off after I
asked you to let the sales team feel your tits. That's
my story anyway -- hell, I've even got a video tape of
you stripping off without anybody laying a finger on
you. Never mind what you were doing to yourself
afterwards when you getting ready for us. Still, that's
not going to be as interesting as the rest of the tape
is going to be. They'll love it in Thirty Three, Warren
Street, Redmont, Kansas."
Anne-Marie blanched as she realized that Eddie somehow
knew her parent's address. In fear she moved her eyes
back to the monitor screen. Behind her on the screen
were the guy's hungry faces with Eddie closest,
standing almost directly behind her. His hands came
onto the screen, gripping her upper arms.
"Listen, honey, one quick feel for each of us, that's
all we want. That's not going to hurt you any, is it?"
The hands slipped lower, down to her elbows, under the
edges of her shirt. She hunched up and pushed
backwards, trying to fend him off.
Eddie responded by dipping into his pocket and bringing
out a small and brightly colored aerosol can: "Anne-
Marie, if you don't behave I'm going to spray this up
underneath that shirt. It's anti-intruder dye and once
I do that it means you'll have a pair of purple boobs
for the next two months. It'd be kind of embarrassing
to have to explain that away to the old boyfriends back
home, wouldn't it?"
His other hand was back where it had been before. Now
it was sliding past her elbow.
"Anne-Marie, I'm trying to talk to you but I'm not
hearing much back. Do you want me to put this can away
or not?"
He was stroking the bottom of her left breast, sliding
his fingers around onto the slippery area where she'd
already spread the cream. She said: "Oh God. Put it
away, please, Eddie. You lying, loathsome asshole."
He did put the can away, but then gripped her ponytail
and pulled it hard. "I don't like being talked to in
that way. Say you're sorry, Anne-Marie."
Eddie tugged the ponytail again, even harder this time,
hard enough to make her teeth rattle: "Say 'sorry',
Anne-Marie, or it's the spray and then that tape going
to your folks' home. So what do you say now, honey?"
She knew a lot of things she wanted to say but dared
not to: "I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm sorry."
"That's a good girl."
His other hand was also under her shirt now, both of
them advancing onto what had become uncontested
territory. She could see them on the monitor screen,
like two alien life forms moving around underneath the
folds of the shirt she was still futilely holding up.
The screen also showed the other guy's jealous
expressions as Eddie kept on stroking her breasts until
his fingers were lightly brushing the tips of her
nipples. She was red faced with embarrassment at the
knowledge that she was being used like a hooker in
front of all the guys. Eddie chuckled as if he was
reading her mind, before he spoke softly into her ear.
"Anne-Marie, you can hold onto that shirt if you like,
but you're still going to finish up on top of that
table butt naked while I screw you in front of the
guys."
She squealed softly in protest, against him and against
his treachery, and then again because her own nipples
were betraying her by stiffening to his touch. He
laughed again, putting his palms underneath those
obvious signs of her arousal and lifting them up so
they were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
"Look at these, guys, and just because I told her she
was going to get a public fucking!"
Anne-Marie groaned helplessly at Eddie's taunts as his
buddies watched him humiliate her. But what could she
do against his blackmail and his tight grip on her?
"Turn around and face the guys, there's a nice big
girl."
The gloating was even more evident as he swung her
round with a few crabbing steps, still keeping his
position at her back as he turned her like a partner in
some kind of grotesque dance until she was facing into
the room and the rest of the sales team. Under their
smirks she tried to avoid their eyes by staring down at
the carpet. There was a rich pattern of curling roses
in it that seemed an unlikely pattern for an office
floor covering and she wondered why she'd never noticed
it before.
Eddie was speaking in hoarser tones now: "OK, I think
what would be fun right now would be for you guys to
take her skirt off. How about that, hey?"
There were eager male grunts of assent from the men as
they moved in like leopards pouncing on a fallen deer.
Their hands unzipped and unbuttoned her clothing until
she squealed in futile protest as the skirt slid down
into an untidy heap on top of the roses.
"Well done, guys. I think you all deserve a feel for
that. Joey, you opened the door, so you can be first in
the queue."
Joey was eager, putting his hands up underneath the
shirt and taking a tight grip on her nipples in the
spaces that Eddie's own hands allowed. Anne-Marie was
bent forward from the waist, as the smaller guy
positioned her to his satisfaction whilst other hands
roamed around and underneath her exposed panties.
Surrounded and fondled everywhere she twisted around in
an unbreakable trap, blushing and moaning.
"Jesus Christ, they're real alright," Joey said
happily. "Christ, but I'm going to make them bounce
around before I'm finished with her. How about we all
take a look at them?"
"Anything you want," Eddie agreed. "Anne-Marie, I think
it's time you let that shirt go." He emphasized his
words with sharp fingernails that sank deep into the
soft flesh just behind her nipples.
He was clearly intent on her obeying him, so she did.
She lowered the shirt, feeling the folds of the
material sliding down along the tops of her breasts
until they were fully exposed. She heard the men
muttering with fervent approval at what they saw.
"Fucking beautiful... Look at the size of those mother
fuckers!"
Then Eddie put his hands underneath her bared tits and
bounced them around in triumphant possession: "Come on
you, guys, there's plenty for everybody. Step right up
and help yourselves."
The rest of the team gloated at the sight of the two
offered up breasts, each as big as a melon, tanned on
top and white below, freckle speckled all round,
trembling in their captivity and tipped with large
brown nipples showing Anne-Marie's anticipation about
what was going to happen to her. Swooping down they
grabbed as much as their fingers could cover. But it
was Phil and Joey who won the race for a mouthful of
Anne-Marie.
Their prisoner clutched the shirt between her hands,
snorting like a young mare at the continuing and
unrelenting assault of hands and mouths. It was both
painful and exhilarating in a way beyond anything that
she'd ever imagined.
"Please... please... don't be so rough," she begged.
"Put her on the table," Eddie ordered.
With their combined strength her feet hardly touched
the carpet as she was swept backwards until her thighs
bumped against the edge of the conference table. She
fell backwards, sitting on the polished wood for only a
second before Eddie grabbed her feet and lifted them
up.
"Swing her around, across it -- that's the way!"
The guys helped him spin her around, then forced their
weight down on her until she was flat on her back, the
nape of her neck resting on one edge of the table, her
bottom perched precariously on the other side. The boys
were grinning down at her in delight, before Phil and
Joey lowered themselves over her body and started
fiercely suckling on her jutting nipples.
She wailed again in protest at their roughness, yet at
the same time dug her finger nails into one of the legs
on either side of her in tacit encouragement. As her
head arched back and down over the side of the table
she saw the room behind her from an inverted angle,
with Eddie a pace or two away ripping off his clothes.
Eddie could hardly spare a glance at what as he was
doing as he saw Anne-Marie's bright blue eyes watching
him. She was moaning and squealing at her indignities,
her body a playground for two of the guys as Roscoe
peeled the pantyhose from her braced legs. With a
movement just as swift Joey opened his zipper, reached
down and pulled out his cock, then grabbed Anne-Marie's
left hand and guided it down to his erection.
With no hesitation at all she began to stroke him to a
further level of excitement as she continued staring
towards Eddie. She knew she was in the power of a bunch
of guys who were going out of control with lust, so the
sooner they knew she was willingly submitting to a gang
bang the less chance there was of her getting hurt.
Anyway, she was so sexed up now that she needed a fuck
as much as any of the guys did.
When Eddie pulled down his shorts to reveal himself
Anne-Marie's mouth seemed to hang open wider in mute
invitation, the pony tail below her head jiggling
slowly as she writhed around. Phil saw what she was
doing to Joey and hastily opened his own pants so her
other hand could do the same for him.
Eddie strode forward eagerly: "Hold them together while
I tit fuck her."
The guys did as he wanted, helping him press the two
soft mounds of flesh together as tightly as they could
whilst his cock slipped into the crevice between the
hot slippery skin. As soon as his scrotum was pressed
down on top of her he felt Anne-Marie lift up her head
and start to lick his balls. In response Eddie's inner
thighs squeezed against her ears, holding her head in
position as she tongued him.
To Anne-Marie it all seemed like a dream, that she was
doing this for a guy in front of an audience. Not only
doing it for him, but hand working two other cocks as
well as she struggled for breath in the crushing
embrace of Eddie's legs. It seemed almost
inconsequential now that the constriction the panty
hose was gone from around her ankles, with nothing left
on her body but her panties and jewelry. Anne-Marie
made another sign of her surrender by opening her legs
as widely as she could. Temporarily diverted, Phil --
it must be Phil -- rubbed her cunt vigorously through
the thin material.
The woman screamed softly, leg muscles straining as
they lifted her up on her toes towards the caresses,
her exhaled breath blowing hard against the damp skin
and bristly hairs pressed around her mouth. Eddie
worked her breasts against his cock even more quickly,
then released her and stepped back. Gasping for breath,
Anne-Marie was astonished to find that none of the guys
was hardly touching her. Then she heard the call tones
of a cell phone and realized it was her own phone which
was ringing.
Eddie grabbed her pony tail and lifted her head up,
then pushed her in the back: "Lift her up. Put her on
her feet."
Hauling on her arms they put her in a standing position
beside the table where she tottered uncertainly,
vaguely trying to brush away the loose strands of hair
around her eyes. Eddie picked up her phone from the
belt of the discarded skirt.
"Joey, grab her ponytail, you other two hold her tits.
If she says just one wrong word twisted them off her."
He handed Anne-Marie the phone and held up a finger in
a jabbing motion as a crude warning
"Hello... hi, Mom."
The boys exchanged delighted grins at the
receptionist's embarrassment and began playing with her
again. Marie-Anne shook her head desperately as she
tried to talk normally.
"Yes, everything's cool. Yes, I've got the tickets."
Eddie put a chair down directly in front of her and sat
down in it. Anne-Marie's eyes bulged as she fought
desperately not to let out the frantic sounds bubbling
up inside her quivering body. Then Eddie gripped her
tight fitting blue panties and flicked them down around
her thighs in one swift jerk.
"Oh, God... no, no, it's alright, Mom, I just dropped
something, that's all."
The guys were loving it, laughing at her predicament.
Even Phil snorted into the nipple he was chewing on.
"Hey, Anne-Marie," Eddie whispered loudly, "Does your
Mom know you've got a muff like a fur trapper's hat?"
Her face was contorted with anger and excitement as she
glared angrily at him. He laughed, and twitched her
panties lower and lower. It was Roscoe who won the race
to get the first finger inside her cunt. Others
followed, front and back, smeared with cream and
burrowing into her. She arched her head, her teeth
gritted, before she managed to speak.
"Yes, there's some other people here, Mom, sorry it's
noisy. It's just the rest of the office having a little
party here for me before I leave."
The gleeful looks on the sales team's faces was beyond
endurance, but so was what they were doing with her.
Eddie was leaning back in the seat, carefully rolling a
condom over his cock. He pointed to the carpet and she
gratefully went down on her knees in front of him.
Released at last from the attentions of the rest of the
gang, she tried to speak in something like a normal
voice.
"Only a couple of drinks, Mom. Don't worry, I'm not
driving."
She bobbed her head forward and slowly licked the top
of Eddie's cock. That she was doing all this in front
of the rest of the sales team was something she could
no longer afford to think about.
"Yes, mom, everybody here is very friendly..." She
wondered what Mom would say if she knew her daughter
was about to start adopting honeymoon positions with a
bunch of her fellow office workers. Somebody else
pulled gently on her pony tail to get her attention and
she turned her head to lap at another cock thrusting at
her, bare and patterned with prominent veins.
"I'll catch the plane, Mom, sure... see you - mmmmmm."
It was little Joey who was demanding her attention, a
little guy with an erection that seemed far too big for
him, and was out of control as well as out of
proportion. He jerked on her ear until she was facing
him, then pushed himself into her mouth and grabbing
her behind the head and around her ponytail to keep her
still as he jerked against her. He seemed as if he
wanted to choke her as she struggled to back off enough
to speak again.
"Mom, mom, I'm sorry, I've got to go, somebody's
coming..."
She switched off the phone, dropped it onto the carpet
and submitted to Joey again in a bout of feverish
submission until he grunted and emptied himself onto
her tongue and into her throat. Anne-Marie coughed and
gasped as she swallowed some of the warm fluid, more
strands of it stretching out between her mouth and his
cock to stick to her lips.
"Get her on the table again!" Eddie was shouting at the
top of his voice.
Lifted up and thrown on her back on top of the table
again, there was no finesse this time. Phil and Roscoe
each grabbed one of her bare legs and spread them
upwards and wide apart as if she was on birthing
stirrups. She put her hands behind her knees and
grunted in delight as Eddie finally took her, ramming
himself as deep inside her as far as he possibly could.
She heard herself screeching out at the top of her
voice in satisfaction.
The truth was that she'd always been a noisy screw, and
that was with just one partner. With a whole gang of
guys working on her she was totally out of control and
they knew it. She had her fingers outstretched now,
tightly gripping Roscoe's and Phil's restraining hands
as Eddie leaned over to get the last possible
millimeter of penetration. Anne-Marie moaned in
approval and bucked underneath him, lifting her head up
to lick the matted hairs on his chest. Then Eddie
suddenly seemed to move to a slightly different angle
which pushed his cock right up against her most
sensitive spot and she went crazy, pinned down and
screeching aloud in an explosive orgasm.
Even as Eddie finally withdrew she was rolled onto her
stomach and taken doggy style by one of the other boys.
Somebody pushed a seat cushion underneath her hips to
lift her up higher for the thrusts and she whimpered
her thanks and satisfaction.
"That's right, give the bitch the full works," somebody
said. "Get up on your elbows, bitch, so we can see your
tits sliding around on the table."
She did as they wanted, flopping herself around on the
smooth surface and honking like a feeding seal as
fingers smeared with cream were jammed up her ass again
at the same time as the huge cock continued splitting
her pussy. Somehow she suddenly had a new partner who
gave her a few stabbing thrusts up her asshole before
he took her in pussy. She quickly came again in a spasm
of pleasure that set her buttock muscles quivering and
her cunt clamped around his cock until he'd finally
finished with her. Then a hand was swinging down and
again on her flushed bottom with loud rhythmical smacks
as she squirmed helplessly under the blows.
"Get your fucking butt up high, bitch!"
Almost before she was settled in a new position her
nails were scrabbling at the table top as she was taken
from behind again, no longer knowing or caring whose
cock she was satisfying. Later again she found herself
lying across the table in her original position, her
head hanging down over the edge as she sucked on Joey's
hardening cock again with her legs wrapped tightly
around Phil's waist as he jumped her just as thoroughly
as the others had done. As he worked away at her she
clung onto Joey, only removing her mouth to scream out
when Phil came into her.
It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened
and a stocky middle aged woman in a security guard's
uniform walked into the room swinging a bunch of keys
in her hand. She looked calmly at the bare bodies on
and around the table and grinned. She had very brown
skin and high cheekbones, like a Sioux squaw.
"Hi, Cyrene," Eddie said as he turned and walked
towards her. She noticed the camera and monitor, still
running and still recording every detail of the
receptionist's ravishment. The security guard put a
finger to her lips, then beckoned him up to the other
end of the room, well clear of the camera.
"Hello, Eddie," she said. "I guessed what was going on
in here when I got a phone call from Kansas from some
mother worried that her daughter was at an office party
which was getting out of hand."
"Don't worry about that, honey, she's well in hand. In
Joey's hands anyone."
Joey was the only salesman in the room who hadn't
noticed the guard's arrival. He was clutching Anne-
Marie's tits as he frantically prepared to come in her
mouth again. The other guys had stopped stroking and
fingering her when the door opened, but were starting
again as Eddie and the guard chatted, the woman
apparently quite cool about the fact that she was the
only one in the room with a stitch of clothing on. In
fact she seemed very amused at the whole situation and
about Eddie's brazen answer. What the sales team didn't
know but were beginning to suspect was that Eddie
already knew the guard very well.
"You'll have to get her to phone home again, to let Mom
know she's OK. The thing is, is your girl friend going
to be pissed about all this -- is she going to cause
trouble?"
Eddie shook his head: "With that tape to send home to
her folks? No, she's not going to complain."
The guard grinned: "Not like me, hey?"
"You were fine once I'd contributed enough to your
retirement fund."
Cyrene smiled again, turning to watch closely as Joey
yelled out in pleasure at his second coming amidst
Anne-Marie's snorts, shaking her breasts fervently in
triumph.
"Jesus Christ, but that's a lot of woman you're
fucking. I guess I'll have to ask her if she's willing
to be doing all you guys at once. But I want to stay
away from that camera."
"No problem. By the way, Cyrene, would you care to join
us in a fuck?"
She reached forward and gently squeezed his cock.
"Sorry, Eddie, I have to get back to work real soon."
"That's OK, Cyrene, but it would be nice if I could
introduce you to the others the same way. A little bit
of icing on the cake is always a treat."
"Sure, why not?"
Anne-Marie suddenly realized she not being touched by
anybody, not anywhere. Lifting herself up on elbows she
stared around, still half dazed, and then gaping at the
security guard and the way she was casually tugging on
the guy's cocks as she was introduced. Even Joey had
joined the end of the line, as surprised and sated as
he was.
"Come here, Anne-Marie," Eddie ordered her.
Ashamed at her condition and her nakedness in front of
the other woman, Anne-Marie had to do as he wanted.
Eddie and the female guard were facing each other now,
his hands on her waist as both of hers stroked him
slowly into a fresh arising. He pointed downwards. "On
your knees."
Again, she obeyed, and the woman laughed: "These guys
have sure got you well trained, honey. I guess you must
like doing what you're told to."
Anne-Marie's thighs were sticky, and so was her face,
her hair was falling over her eyes and her breasts felt
as if they'd been chewed up by a pack of wild dogs. It
was also obvious that the woman in the uniform didn't
care anything about any of that. As for the guys, they
were watching everything that the guard was doing to
Eddie and obviously eager for some more of the same
treatment for themselves.
"Had a phone call about you, Anne-Marie. Your mother
thought you might be in some kind of trouble. Seems to
me you're just enjoying yourself though. Seems to me
you're getting a kick out of putting yourself out for
the guys in the office. Is that right?"
Anne-Marie gulped, then slowly nodded. "That's right."
Cyrene nodded, then chuckled as Edie put his hands up
towards her breasts. She slapped his hands, hard. "Stop
that, otherwise I'll have to take your girl friend
away. I don't want wrinkles on my shirt."
Eddie shrugged, grinned and grunted in satisfaction as
she lowered her hands again and worked his foreskin
back and forth.
"You've been around the block with all these guys
already, haven't you, Ann-Marie? Been fucked four ways
and ready for more, hey?"
She bowed her head and muttered: "Yes."
"Yeah, well it sure seems you've got some hard yards to
do yet." The guard giggled and looked down at Eddie's
cock as it grew in her grip.
"Say, Eddie, I think maybe your girl ought to lick this
nice and clean for you before you use it again. Anne-
Marie, open wide, like a good girl."
Anne-Marie straightened her back, lifted up her head
and opened her lips as the security officer deftly
steered Eddie's cock between them. As soon as the
woman's hands were free she slipped one of them
underneath Eddie's butt, tickling him affectionately
behind the balls as Anne-Marie licked his erection
without any vestige of restraint.
"Listen, Eddie, talking of retirement funds, maybe we
could do some business here. There are a lot of guys in
this building who'd like to stay behind after work for
a little office party with a piece of ass like this
one. They'd pay well for it, especially after they've
seen that tape. I can organize a lot of regular little
work outs for her and we'll split the profit."
Anne-Marie made a singled choked protest before Eddie
gripped her hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock.
She swallowed him instantly, the roof of her mouth
rubbing against the very tip of his cock as she waited
for his response. Cyrene chuckled and scratched him in
a way that jerked him forward and sent Anne-Marie
rocking backwards on her haunches.
"How about we dress her up in a uniform like mine and
handcuff her before we let the guys have her?"
Eddie thought about that as Cyrene kept scratching her
finger nails along his scrotum. Anne-Marie had stopped
blowing him for a second, until a tug on her hair had
set her in motion like a nodding clockwork doll again.
He felt himself starting to come again and grinned
happily. "Yeah, why not? And leave her bent over a
executive chair for a good paddling before they guys
start stripping her off. Is that a good idea or what?"
Joey laughed, knelt down behind Anne-Marie and put his
hand up underneath her outstretched thighs. The other
salesmen also got down and grabbed her tits again.
Eddie began gasping with the beginning of his climax
and Cyrene leaned around in front of him, french
kissing as he jerked deeply into Anne-Marie's mouth.
In his exploding imagination Eddie could feel a wooden
handle in his hand, the tennis table bat hovering over
two chairs and two up-raised bottoms, both curvy female
asses displayed between uniform shirts and lowered
uniform pants. Each pair of buttocks bore the reddened
marks of the bat - one of them was Anne-Marie's, the
other was Cyrene's - and both the girls were calling
out his name as they writhed under his power,
handcuffed together to the couch as he chose which one
to punish and which to pleasure.
And that was exactly what he was going to do with both
of them before he let Cyrene use the tape. Eddie
chuckled to himself with glee as worked his tongue
against Cyrene's and shot his wad deep into Anne-
Marie's throat - boy, was he on a roll.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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