three men crowd around me, and all three cocks are naked. There’s nothing between my bosses’ swollen dicks and their pumping fists.
Slade tilts my head back, his fingers rough in my hair.
“Stick out your tongue,” Hawthorne says.
“Please don’t mess up my makeup—”
Hawthorne slams deep into my mouth, choking me. I gag loudly, and when he pulls away, his cock is shiny wet. I can smell my own saliva on him, and it’s dripping down my chin, too.
My nose wrinkles, and I try to wipe the mess away, but I don’t get a chance.
Romeo rocks forward. Three-quarters of his cock blocks my one and only airway. He pulls out, giving Slade a turn.
The noise on the other side of the door gets louder, but the conference room itself is quiet except for the wet sounds of thrusting cocks, my own little gasps as I try to breathe, the meaty sound of the men abusing themselves, and an occasional impatient male grunt.
“We’ll do this properly tonight. Tongue out,” Romeo says as he pulls back. His fist is tight on his cock, and the tip has turned almost purple.
If this is how he manhandles his own sex, it’s a wonder he hasn’t accidentally killed someone yet. I can’t help but be impressed by his control… and a little worried about what could happen if he slips.
All three cock heads jab at my mouth, Romeo in the middle, touching my tongue, the other two trying to press forward. Romeo’s got one hand locked in my hair.
They must be planning to shoot all over my face, so I should close my eyes as a precautionary measure, but I can’t help but watch the men’s faces, their grimaces of pleasure.
They don’t come on my face. They unload, mostly, in my mouth. I’m not even sure who gets off first, they’re so close together. My mouth fills and I swallow. Strangely, this feels much dirtier than anything the four of us have done before.
I swallow again and use the tip of my tongue to catch the bits that landed at the corners of my mouth, then use my fingers when I realize just how messy I am.
Romeo squats next to me, and he nods. He looks very pleased with me, and I’m happy to see him like this before such a stressful day.
“Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he says.
When I do, he removes the clips. “Thank—” My words turn into a squeal as unimaginable pain rushes to my nipples.
And damn if my pussy doesn’t get wetter.
“We have so much to explore,” Romeo says. He kisses the top of my head. “Something to look forward to after the acquisition is finalized. Please stand.”
Unsteadily, I get to my feet. Each of my knees boasts a big red spot from where my body weight pressed into the floor, but my skirt, while certainly not slutty, isn’t long enough to cover the marks.
Someone jiggles the door handle, and I feel the blood drain from my face. Even though I know this is my last day of work, I don’t want to get caught.
Romeo hands me my blouse and steps in front of me, protecting me with his body. My fingers shaking, I quickly slip into the blouse and fasten the buttons.
Five people walk in. They seem oblivious, and Slade, bless him, steps forward to distract them.
Or maybe he’s just really focused on the day’s work.
Wanting to find a bathroom for a more thorough cleanup, I head for the exit. As I dart past the little group, I hope the room doesn’t smell like sex.
Chapter 9
The morning passes in a flurry of pages and anxious faces, but everyone seems to be happy with the personnel changes. By noon I feel like I’ve run a marathon on my hands and knees, and my neck aches from sitting hunched over the table.
I eat lunch without tasting it, then it’s back to the table, to more employee reassignments, to more filled-out forms. When 5:00 comes, there’s no sign of things slowing down.
Eight comes, then goes. Then nine. I take a break to massage my aching hands. I’m amazed they aren’t permanently cramped around an invisible pen. I should have
Slade tilts my head back, his fingers rough in my hair.
“Stick out your tongue,” Hawthorne says.
“Please don’t mess up my makeup—”
Hawthorne slams deep into my mouth, choking me. I gag loudly, and when he pulls away, his cock is shiny wet. I can smell my own saliva on him, and it’s dripping down my chin, too.
My nose wrinkles, and I try to wipe the mess away, but I don’t get a chance.
Romeo rocks forward. Three-quarters of his cock blocks my one and only airway. He pulls out, giving Slade a turn.
The noise on the other side of the door gets louder, but the conference room itself is quiet except for the wet sounds of thrusting cocks, my own little gasps as I try to breathe, the meaty sound of the men abusing themselves, and an occasional impatient male grunt.
“We’ll do this properly tonight. Tongue out,” Romeo says as he pulls back. His fist is tight on his cock, and the tip has turned almost purple.
If this is how he manhandles his own sex, it’s a wonder he hasn’t accidentally killed someone yet. I can’t help but be impressed by his control… and a little worried about what could happen if he slips.
All three cock heads jab at my mouth, Romeo in the middle, touching my tongue, the other two trying to press forward. Romeo’s got one hand locked in my hair.
They must be planning to shoot all over my face, so I should close my eyes as a precautionary measure, but I can’t help but watch the men’s faces, their grimaces of pleasure.
They don’t come on my face. They unload, mostly, in my mouth. I’m not even sure who gets off first, they’re so close together. My mouth fills and I swallow. Strangely, this feels much dirtier than anything the four of us have done before.
I swallow again and use the tip of my tongue to catch the bits that landed at the corners of my mouth, then use my fingers when I realize just how messy I am.
Romeo squats next to me, and he nods. He looks very pleased with me, and I’m happy to see him like this before such a stressful day.
“Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he says.
When I do, he removes the clips. “Thank—” My words turn into a squeal as unimaginable pain rushes to my nipples.
And damn if my pussy doesn’t get wetter.
“We have so much to explore,” Romeo says. He kisses the top of my head. “Something to look forward to after the acquisition is finalized. Please stand.”
Unsteadily, I get to my feet. Each of my knees boasts a big red spot from where my body weight pressed into the floor, but my skirt, while certainly not slutty, isn’t long enough to cover the marks.
Someone jiggles the door handle, and I feel the blood drain from my face. Even though I know this is my last day of work, I don’t want to get caught.
Romeo hands me my blouse and steps in front of me, protecting me with his body. My fingers shaking, I quickly slip into the blouse and fasten the buttons.
Five people walk in. They seem oblivious, and Slade, bless him, steps forward to distract them.
Or maybe he’s just really focused on the day’s work.
Wanting to find a bathroom for a more thorough cleanup, I head for the exit. As I dart past the little group, I hope the room doesn’t smell like sex.
Chapter 9
The morning passes in a flurry of pages and anxious faces, but everyone seems to be happy with the personnel changes. By noon I feel like I’ve run a marathon on my hands and knees, and my neck aches from sitting hunched over the table.
I eat lunch without tasting it, then it’s back to the table, to more employee reassignments, to more filled-out forms. When 5:00 comes, there’s no sign of things slowing down.
Eight comes, then goes. Then nine. I take a break to massage my aching hands. I’m amazed they aren’t permanently cramped around an invisible pen. I should have
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