
"TRUST US, WE'RE SALESMEN" 
(M+/F: Reluc: Work: F)

By

David Shaw<br>
david@f-e-mail.com

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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; it had 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
that 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 disppointing 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 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 .
. ."

She 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 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
opening 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 storey 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 realised 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 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."

He 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 lifeforms 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 emphasised 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 them and bounced her 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 tit.  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 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 jewellery.
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 realised 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 twist them off her." He handed Anne-Marie the
phone, looking more than ever like a schoolboy playing some classroom
joke on her.

"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 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 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 vigorously sucked on the top of
Eddie's cock, making sure he could feel her teeth. At least it might
inhibit him from saying anything else while she was listening to the
call. That she was doing all this in front of the rest of the guys 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 young studs. 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. . . 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 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 millimetre 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 the other guy slipped
into her pussy again. 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 rythmic 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, 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 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 moniter, 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 realised 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. I can organise 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. Celeste checkled 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 mind was the feel of
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 a raised skirt and lowered panties. 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, 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
