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 Office Gangbang

   by Val White Copyright 1998

   My interview had gone great, so I wasn't too surprised when I got a call
to let me know I had gotten the job at Softer Ware Inc.  My position was
administrative assistant to the Vice President, Mr.  Richard Ross.  Mr. 
Ross had been the person conducting the interview, so I had already met
him. I thought he was somewhat young (32 I guessed) to be Vice President of
such a large company, but then again it was a technology firm and everyone
seemed to be young.  He had seemed like a nice guy during the interview,
and certainly wasn't hard on the eyes.  He was about six foot two tall, and
maybe two hundred pounds.  He had wavy dark hair, with penetrating deep
brown eyes framed by long black lashes that most women would die for.  His
body was, in a word, perfect.  He obviously worked out to keep trim.  Broad
well muscled shoulders with a chest his crisp white shirt couldn't conceal
from me, tapering down to a slim waist, and then a nice, round, tight
looking ass.

   I started the following Monday, and agonized about how to dress.  On the
one hand, I didn't want to dress too sexily and give the wrong impression
that I was easy or trying to sleep my way to a promotion, but on the other
hand I didn't want to look too stiff or prudish either.  I finally settled
on a rather conservative tan suit with a skirt that reached to the knees,
but softened it with a lacy blouse.

   My first day at work was a breeze.  When I reported in I went to Mr. 
Ross's office and was told firmly that I was to call him Rick.  He then
gave me a tour of the facilities and I got to meet a lot of the other
workers.  Everyone seemed young, good looking, and friendly.  The latter
part of the day was spent familiarizing myself with the computer system and
other details I would need to know to do my job.

   On Tuesday, I got to work ten minutes early but Mr.  Ross (I wasn't used
to the idea of calling my boss by his first name yet) was already in.  I
heard his voice over the intercom on my desk "Vicki, come here please".

   I entered his office and saw this beautiful woman in a very sexy black
skirt that only reached mid-thigh and a silky red blouse that accentuated
her large, firm, breasts.  She wore stiletto heels which added to the
overall appearance.  Mr.  Ross introduced us "Vicki, this is Ms.  Jean
Phipps, president of our company.  Jean, this is my new assistant, Vicki
Chambers."

   I was somewhat taken aback that this sexy woman was head of a successful
computer software firm, especially dressed the way she was.  Sexist
thoughts, particularly from another woman, but the industry is fairly male
dominated.

   Ms.  Phipps extended her hand and said, "How do you do Vicki?"

   "I'm fine", I answered.  "I'd like to say thank you, Ms Phipps, for
allowing me the opportunity to work here."

   "No thanks are necessary, especially to me.  Rick hired you, and from
what he tells me, you're very qualified.  Oh, and Vicki, we don't stand on
ceremony here.  I must insist that you call me Jean."

   "All right, Jean." I could tell that it would take me a while to get
used to the informal air these people seemed so comfortable with.  My last
place of employment was almost military in comparison.

   Ms.  Phipps made some comment about a deadline for some project to Mr.
Ross, and then left the room.  Mr.  Ross said "I know you haven't had much
of a chance to learn all the ropes of this place, but I have to put a
detailed report on Jean's desk by Thursday on the status of the MacGruder
project.  I'm going to need a lot of help from you to do a good job, so I'm
afraid it's going to be trial by fire for you for the next couple of days."

   "I don't mind.  I look forward to showing you what I can do," I replied.

   We spent all day Tuesday collating data from all the different
departments involved in what I found out was a proprietary program being
written for one of the big banks to handle their new Internet banking
service.  At first, I couldn't understand how a report on the status of a
project could take two days, but after speaking to six different
departments plus the client, and seeing the reams of data that had been
produced by my inquiries, I realized just how big a project it was. 
Tuesday afternoon, we organized the data and began concentrating on the
summaries, after convincing ourselves that there was nothing too alarming
in the raw data.

   Wednesday was spent writing the report.  Rick (after Tuesday's grueling
session, I felt a lot more comfortable with him) let me write a few of the
sections.  Admittedly, they were the less important parts of the report,
but I was proud that he trusted me enough to do that much this quickly.  We
even managed to finish a little early on Wednesday, and Rick let me go home
at 4:00 p.m.

   Thursday was back to a more normal pace.  Around 2:00, Rick called me
into his office and told me Jean had just come back from a meeting with the
big shots at the bank where our report helped her show the client how well
the project was coming along.

   "Keep up the good work, Vicki," he said.  "I can see I made the right
decision in hiring you."

   Glowing with the knowledge that I was doing so well, the rest of the
afternoon flew by.

   Friday morning I received the shock of my life.  Rick called me into his
office a few minutes after I had arrived.  When I walked in, he looked up
from the report he was reading and said "How about a quickie?"

   "W-w-w-what?" I stammered.

   "Do you want to fuck?  I need some release, and thought maybe you could
use some too."

   Mouth agape, I finally managed to say no.  I was ready to turn and flee
the office, but Rick said "You better sit down.  I think we need to talk."

   I was ready to burst into tears.  I was sure he was going to fire me for
refusing to have sex with him.  Thoughts of a sexual harassment suit
started in my head.  I couldn't believe this!  Rick had seemed like such a
great guy.

   "I can see I've made you very uncomfortable", he started.  "Believe me,
that was not the intent.  Its just that I'm pretty much married to this
job, and don't get the chance to socialize outside the office very much. 
Every now and again, I need some sexual release, and the easiest way to get
it is from somebody at the office.  You were hired to do a job, and sex
with the boss was not part of it.  Your refusal will only affect our
relationship as much as you let it.  As far as I'm concerned, you're still
a damn fine assistant and I intend to keep you in that capacity as long as
you'll stay."

   He had mollified me enough so that I didn't run screaming from the
building, but I was still pretty shaken up.  At lunch, I asked Terri, the
other female worker at the company I felt closest to, to sit with me in the
cafeteria at lunch.  While I hadn't known her very long, I just had to
speak to somebody about what had happened.

   "Rick propositioned me this morning," I told her.

   "So, did you do him?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.

   "Of course not!" I replied.

   "Don't be so uptight," she responded.  "Half the people here are
screwing somebody in the office.  With the hours we keep, its the only way
to stay sane sometimes."

   What kind of place was this?  Still, curiosity got the better of me and
I asked, "Are you boffing your boss?" She worked in a similar capacity as
me for the head of marketing, Mr.  John Green, another studly guy I had
notice around the floor.

   "No, John's happily married, unfortunately.  I do go for a quick game of
hide the salami with Mark in programming on a fairly regular basis." She
looked at me with a grin and added "I even had the pleasure of fucking Rick
a few times when he was between assistants, but I figured he'd start
screwing you on a regular basis now.  If you're not up for it, maybe I'll
continue my double duty for a while."

   I was stunned.  But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the thought of
Rick sliding his cock into Terri's cunt got me l little hot.  Both her and
Rick seemed so casual about what was going on.  And from the way Terri was
talking, most everybody else was too.

   "What about Ms.  Phipps?  What does she think about her employees
screwing on her time?" I asked.

   "Jean?  She doesn't mind in the least.  Didn't you notice that all the
private offices have couches?  She figures a happy employee is a productive
employee.  She's been known to partake of a few pleasures herself from some
of the staff."

   I finished the rest of the day in a daze.  I had a lot to think about
over the weekend.  I was fairly convinced that I could probably continue
working there without screwing my boss and it wouldn't affect my job
status. But I couldn't help but wonder what I would feel if Terri came to
Rick's office and I heard cries of passion coming through the door.  After
thinking about it a lot, I was amazed that the two feelings that seemed to
be most prominent were arousal and jealousy.  This was all too confusing! I
went to bed Saturday, but only slept fitfully.

   I awoke Sunday morning with a finger buried in my pussy.  I couldn't
remember my dream, but it must have been a good one, because I was dripping
wet.  I brought my hand up to my mouth to lick some of my cum from my
finger, as I rubbed my stiff clit with my other hand.  Still stimulated
from my unremembered dream, I had an orgasm in short order.  I got up to
take a shower.  While luxuriating in the feel of the hot water cascading
over my nude body, and the feel of my hands as they caressed my nipples, I
thought to myself 'If I had taken Rick up on his offer, I probably wouldn't
feel the need to masturbate.' At that point, I made a decision.

   On Monday morning, I walked into Rick's office and nervously said "Um,
if, um, that offer you made on Friday is still open, I, er, think maybe I'd
like to."

   He looked up at me with a grin and said "Offer?  What offer?"

   I could tell by his expression that he was teasing me, so I replied "The
offer of letting you try to satisfy me with your puny little prick."

   "Oh, THAT offer.  Sorry, no can do."

   I was mortified.  I could feel the color rising in my cheeks.  Before I
crawled under a chair somewhere to die, Rick added "We have a meeting to
attend at 10:30 this morning.  You need to read this file and write a short
summary.  After the meeting, I will not only satisfy you with my above
average sized cock, I will have you begging for more."

   I somehow managed to concentrate enough to write a decent summary, but
my concentration at the meeting was somewhat lacking.  Luckily, it was only
with in-house staff, and Rick managed to conduct it reasonably well without
much input from me.  The meeting had been held in what was referred to as
Rick's boardroom.  It was a boardroom which could only be accessed from
Rick's office.  Ms.  Phipps had an identical one off her office, and there
was a larger, more ornate boardroom off the reception area.

   After the meeting, as people were filing out, Rick quietly asked "You'll
be coming into my office?"

   I responded, rather nervously, "Yes."

   We walked into Rick's office.  He closed the door behind me and took me
in his arms.  Pulling me to him, he placed his mouth on mine hungrily.  I
could feel my 34 C breasts mashing against his strong, broad chest as his
tongue slipped past my lips.  He ran his hands down my back and grasped my
buttocks, pulling my groin into his.  I could feel his rod beginning to
come to life through the two layers of clothes that separated our flesh. 
He did indeed seem to be above average.

   He pulled away enough to get his hands on the buttons of my blouse,
never breaking the contact of our eager mouths.  Our tongues continued to
explore new territory as my top was thrown to the floor.  He immediately
unclasped my bra.  He stepped back from my body to admire the new treasure
he had discovered.

   "From the day I interviewed you, I wondered what those beautiful tits
looked like." He licked a finger and reached out to run the wet digit
around the pink areola, causing the flesh to pucker and the nipple to
harden.  He ran his hand under the breast, hefting its weight.  He stepped
closer and flicked his tongue across the erect nipple, sending shivers
through my body.  He took a moment to remove his shirt.  I marveled at the
sculpted perfection of his upper body.  His chest was hairless, I liked
that.  We renewed our embrace and luxuriated in the contact of hot flesh on
hot flesh as our tongues renewed their dance.  He nibbled on my ear lobe as
he fumbled with my skirt's zipper.  I was soon down to my panties.  Having
planned for this encounter, I was wearing a pair of lacy bikini panties
that barely covered my thick bush.

   Rick Broke away from our embrace and got down on his knees.  He placed
his face in front of my crotch and lightly touched my mons with his nose.
"Turn around," he whispered huskily.  I did as I was asked.  "Now take off
your panties" he breathed.  Placing my thumbs under the elastic on my hips,
I slowly pulled the material from the crack of my ass.  I could feel Rick's
hot, labored breath on my buttocks.  I bent down to wiggle the undergarment
lower down my legs, forcing my ass backwards in the process.  Rick didn't
move and enjoyed the feel of my silky skin on his face.  I removed the
panties from around my feet, spread my legs about a foot and a half apart,
bent over and placed my palms on the floor.  Rick now had a perfect view of
my quivering cunt.  My lips were beginning to swell in anticipation of
delights to come, and I could see the interior labia starting to poke out.

   Looking at Rick upside down between my legs, I asked "See anything you
like?"

   "I think I'll take one of these," he answered as he ran a finger between
my cunt lips.  He located my opening and inserted the finger for a moment.
He got up and started to undo his pants.  I quickly got up and said "Allow
me." He had already gotten the button, so I pulled down the zipper to his
fly and pulled his pants down.  He kicked them off his feet as I admired
the large tent in the front of his boxers.  I leaned forward and playfully
bit the head of his cock through his shorts.  I then reached in and lifted
it straight up.  The purple, swollen head and two inches of shaft poked out
over the top of the elastic of his underwear.  He did indeed have a good
sized prick.  I pulled down the boxers to reveal his nine inches of
delightful manhood.  He had very little body hair, and I noticed that he
kept his pubic hair trimmed.  I knew a lot of women did that but I had
never met a man who did it.  I found the whole effect very sexy.

   He said "Vick, I'd like you to meet Dick.  Dick, this is Vick."

   I licked my lips and said "I take back puny." He grasped the base of his
shaft and swung the rod so the head slapped my face.  I stuck out my tongue
and the next swing landed squarely on it.  I quickly took his glans in my
mouth and forced my tongue into the slit as I grasped his nut sack and
massaged his big balls.  I had never felt such a hairless bag, I wondered
if he shaved it.  I loved the feel of the unusually smooth skin.

   The clock was ticking, and we did have to return to work before too
long, so we couldn't stretch out the foreplay very much.  It was time to
get down to some serious screwing.  Rick picked me up and carried me the
few steps to the couch.  He laid me down and I spread my legs to invite him
into my love tunnel.  He wasted no time crawling up and placing the tip of
his turgid fuckpole at the opening to my honey pot.  He took a moment to
run it up and down my wet slit before slowly shoving it in inch by inch.

   Bracing himself over my body with one hand, he began to pummel my hot
quim with his rod of steel.  He reached down with his free hand and roughly
grabbed my breast.  He twisted the nipple between his fingers, sending an
electric thrill through my body.  He picked up the pace of his thrusting
hips, pounding his shaft into my slick honey pot.  With each of his
downward strokes, I lifted my ass to meet him.  I wrapped my legs around
his hips and implored him "Fuck me hard Rick!  Harder!  Faster!"

   He did his best to fulfill my request.  He drove his dong in and out
like a piston, sending shudders of delight through my body.  I was soon on
the brink of an orgasm.  "I'm gonna cum!" I announced.  I could feel my
intense arousal coalescing into a ball in the depths of my twat.  Suddenly,
it exploded into a million fiery pieces and spread to every part of my
body. I shook with the power of my fireworks and could feel my pussy
muscles contracting around Rick's hardon.

   I saw Rick's face grimace in ecstasy.  I could tell I was about to have
my still pulsating quim filled by his hot jism.  Within seconds, Rick
groaned as I felt the first load of his cum shoot onto the walls of my
cunt. Spurt after spurt of his white juice was fired from his prick. 
Finally, both our orgasms subsided and Rick collapsed on my chest as his
dick softened inside of me.  He shifted and I felt it pull out with a
slight squish.

   We didn't have the time to bask in the glow.  We cleaned up as best we
could in Rick's bathroom and got dressed.  Rick had a dinner meeting with
Ms.  Phipps.  I went to the cafeteria and sat with Terri.  She only looked
at me for about two seconds before she said "You fucked Rick!"

   I was embarrassed that it was that obvious.  She said "Don't worry,
people don't care except to be happy that you're enjoying yourself at the
company.  He's pretty good, eh?"

   "Dreamy," I replied.  "That body is heavenly.  I don't think I've ever
met a man with so little body hair.  I found it to be quite a turn on."

   "He uses a depilatory.  A lot of the guys here do."

   I thought that was awfully strange, but didn't know what to say.  Why
would a lot of guys at one company use hair remover?  Did they have a
competitive swim team or something?

   Over the next month, I had sex with Rick probably eight times or so. 
Except for when we were engaged in foreplay or fucking, our demeanor was
friendly but professional.  Our sex was getting progressively kinkier. 
Rick showed a growing interest in my asshole.  He hadn't butt fucked me
yet, but I figured it was just a matter of time before he asked if he
could. He was now licking and fingering my anus on a regular basis.  The
last time we had sex, he had me tie him spread eagled to the couch and then
grind my pussy in his face as I gave him a blow job.  I thought he was
probably experimenting to see how far I would go, how wild the request
would have to be before I said no.  I planned to go pretty far, I had
enjoyed everything so far.  I was definitely going to let him fuck my ass
when the time came.  I had very much enjoyed his attention to my rectum to
date, and had been practicing at home with a dildo so that it wouldn't hurt
too much when he finally shoved that nine inch piece of cock into my
asshole.

   One day in my second month we worked until 10:00 p.m.  to finish up a
project that was due the next day.  Rick told me not to come in until 10:00
a.m.  the next day, to make up for some of the overtime.  When I came in, I
decided to do some paperwork that I had put off because of our other more
pressing project.  I heard Rick's voice over the intercom asking me into
his office.

   I went in and Rick looked at me with a glint in his eyes that I knew
meant he was horny.  He asked me in his usual blunt way "You want to fuck?"

   The paper work could wait.

   "I had something special in mind," he said.

   I immediately thought he was going to broach the subject of fucking my
ass, but I was wrong.  He led me into his boardroom, and asked me to
undress.  This was unusual, he had always undressed me himself before. 
While I took off my clothes, he removed his.  He than said "Last time, you
tied me up.  I want to tie you up this time."

   I thought that might be fun.  I smiled and said "Sure."

   He went to a credenza off to one side of the room and retrieved a big
towel from one of the drawers.  He spread the towel over one end of the
boardroom table to soften the surface for me.  I crawled up and lay on my
back on the towel.  He then attached a padded cloth cuff around my wrists
and attached a rope to that.  He then pulled out three light, metal poles.
Two of them were about four feet long and had padded arcs for behind my
knees on one end.  The other had plain ends and was about two and a half
feet long He attached the plain ends of the long pieces to the short piece,
making a U-shape.  He placed the arcs behind my knees, forcing them apart
to expose my pussy, and attached the cross piece to my wrist cuffs with a
short rope.  He then pulled the longer rope on the cuffs behind my head and
attached it to something behind me.  Next, he came back in front of me and
grabbed the towel and slid me to the edge of the table.  This took up the
slack in the rope, forcing my arms over my head and lifting my knees up. 
My cunt and ass were just barely overhanging the table, and my legs were
spread wide to show them off.

   Rick then knelt between my legs and brought his face to within half an
inch of my quivering twat.  My anticipation had built up during the set up,
and I could feel the heat building in my cunt.  He said "I want to shave
your cunt."

   This guy definitely had a hair fetish!  I told him to go ahead.  He went
into his washroom, and came out with shaving equipment.  First, he took a
pair of scissors to cut away most of the hair.  He manipulated my cunt lips
to get the best angle with the blades, and I started leaking juice out of
my quim.  He washed me off with a warm washcloth and then spread shaving
gel all over my pubic area.  He then shaved my whiskers off.  He again had
to pull and push my outer lips around to stretch the skin.  I was getting
more and more excited and he hadn't even started the real sex or foreplay
yet.  He finished by wiping me off with the washcloth.  The rough fabric
brushed up against my clit and sent an extra little shiver through my body.

   Rick then used his thumb to stimulate my love button directly.  I began
gushing honey out of my love tunnel.  I expected Rick to begin using his
mouth to lap up my fragrant juice, but he didn't.  Instead, when I was
quite soaked, he got up to move back to the credenza.  He used pressed the
intercom and said "She's ready."

   Who could he be talking to?  I didn't have long to wait to find out. 
The door to his office opened and several guys from the office filed in. 
Every last one of them was totally bareassed naked and sported a huge,
raging hardon.  I later counted and found that there were twelve of them.
They were all from the office, although there were three that I had never
met.  They were all very well built.  I thought to myself 'They must all
work out together' Strangest of all, the only hair I could see on any of
them was on their heads, in their armpits, and a small trimmed bush above
their cocks.  At the end of this line of beef, in came Jean Phipps, the
president.  She was just as nude as the guys, except she still wore her
stiletto heels.  Her legs were long and creamy white, and came together in
an aroused, shaved cunt, with exposed, red inner labia.  She had large
breasts with brown nipples which stuck out three quarters of an inch in a
complement to her aroused pussy.

   She walked right up to my exposed quim, and while running a hand all
over the exterior, said "Good, you shaved her well, Rick."

   "I'm glad you approve, Ms.  Phipps." Rick NEVER called her by anything
other than Jean.  Were they into some weird S&M thing?

   My mind was spinning with sensory overload.  I was embarrassed at being
nude and exposed in such a vulnerable way in front of all these virtual
strangers.  I was repelled and excited at the same time at Ms.  Phipps'
handling of my twat.  I was also a afraid of what these people planned to
do to me.  There were clear domination overtones to what was going on here.
I was also very aroused by the sight of all these handsome nude hunks with
their fuckpoles sticking out in the air.  Ms.  Phipps' body was also
causing my libido to stir.

   Finally, the fear won out.  I whispered, "Don't hurt me, please."

   Ms.  Phipps' laughed.  "You have our little party here pegged all wrong.
Yes, I am Mistress to these men, as well as several other of my employees.
And yes, I hope you will become one of my many sex slaves.  But I do not
rule with an iron fist.  The only pain you will feel will be the pain of
rejection if you choose not to participate.  You will dream of the joys you
will have missed.  And believe me, your imagination will pale in comparison
to the real thing.  Now, give me your decision.  Do you submit?"

   With an assurance that I would not be hurt, my arousal became the most
prominent feeling in my churning cauldron of emotions.  Carpe diem!  I
replied "Yes."

   Ms.  Phipps looked at me sternly "What?"

   "Yes, I submit, Ms.  Phipps."

   She smiled and said "That's better.  Okay gentlemen, you may taste
Vicki."

   The men formed a line to my waiting cunt.  The first was one of the men
I did not know.  He knelt down between my legs.  Spreading my lips wide
with his fingers, he probed the opening of my twat with his tongue.  I
could hear slurping noises as he lapped up the cream emanating from my
body. He the moved up to flick my clit with the rapier sword in his mouth.
He pulled away after a total of only about 30 seconds, but the next guy in
line immediately took his place.  The first guy crawled up on the table
beside me and opened his mouth and kissed me.  His girl juice slickened
tongue slid past my lips, and I tasted myself in his mouth.  As I eagerly
sucked up this sexy flavor, I could feel the second man ( Mark Johnson)
taking more of a kamikaze approach to my sex.  He was rubbing his face all
over my pussy area.  I'm pretty sure he had his mouth open; I think I felt
a wet spot every now and again.  The first man pulled away from my still
hungry mouth and stood to one side to watch the other guys' oral assault on
my vagina.

   It was now the third man's turn.  Mark got up and crawled up on the
table beside me.  His face was covered with my delicious nectar.  Ms. 
Phipps was coming over on the other side.  She also crawled up beside me.
As Mark lowered his face to mine, she put a restraining hand on his
shoulder.  As they leaned over me, inches above my face, Ms.  Phipps licked
my juice from Mark's face.  I watched, transfixed.

   She looked at me and said "Your cunt tastes good Vicki."

   I said "I've never tasted another woman.  I'd like to taste your cunt. I
bet its delicious."

   "That is not a proper response.  When I address you, you answer yes, no,
or thank you, followed by Ms.  Phipps, or Mistress.  You do not ask
anything of me.  When I deem you are deserving, I shall allow you to touch
me.  Until then, you must yearn in silence.  Now, what did you want to
say?"

   "Um, thank you, Mistress."

   That's better.  You now have one demerit for speaking out of turn.  If
you collect five demerits, you will be denied all pleasure at Softer Ware
for one week."

   "Yes, Ms.  Phipps."

   She smiled.  "I see you are a fast learner.  You may be worthy of my
body in the near future."

   "Thank you, Mistress."

   By now, I was on the seventh or eighth man on my pussy.  Most of them
did the standard split of some time on my cunthole and some time on my
clit, but one or two had taken the time to spend a few seconds of their
time on my asshole.  The man who was eating me now was devoting his entire
allotment on my anus.  He had my cheeks spread wide apart, and flicked his
tongue across my exposed butthole.  It tickled, and sent little electric
shocks from my ass to my clit.  He then stopped licking and started probing
with his tongue.  I concentrated on relaxing my sphincter and felt his
tongue penetrate past the ring of muscle into my rectum.

   As I luxuriated in all these different mouths and different styles of
cunnilingus (and analingus) I looked around the table.  The guys who had
already taken their turn at my cunt were standing around, watching the
other guys take their turn.  Most of them had their stiff pricks in their
hands, slowly stroking their shafts.  Every now again I would hear a
comment such as "Look at that!" or "I can't wait to fuck her."

   As the eleventh man assaulted my joy buzzer, I could feel an orgasm
building.  I groaned and whimpered my pleasure.  He pulled away and the
twelfth and last man rushed in.  In his eagerness, his chin hit my clit. 
This little bit of stimulation was the straw that broke the camel's back,
sending my body into writhing paroxysms of pleasure.  I bucked my hips.  He
locked his lips on my twat as I gushed what seemed like gallons of pussy
juice into his eager mouth.  He slurped, lapped, and sucked, trying not to
let a drop go to waste.  As my fireworks subsided, he got up and joined the
other men waiting for round two.

   Ms.  Phipps took the place of the men between my legs and inspected my
cunt.  She brought her nose close and made exaggerated sniffing noises. 
She slid a finger in, meeting virtually no resistance due to my highly
lubricated state.  She licked her withdrawn finger with a contemplative
look on her face, then announced "She's ready for some cock.  Randy.  You
may go first."

   "Yes Ms.  Phipps." To my surprise, Randy didn't seem very happy about
being allowed to go first.  I later found out that the men preferred
'sloppy seconds' (or thirds, or fourths,...).  Rick told me it was a huge
turn on to fuck a woman and feel the slippery slickness of her cunt juice
mixed with another man's semen on his rod.  Anyway, Randy dutifully stepped
up to the plate and aimed his eight inch cock at my love tunnel.  He
slipped it in and began pounding my hot twat with his rock hard pecker.  He
had been slowly jerking off for the last few minutes, so I wasn't surprised
when he started to cum in fairly short order.  I was still aroused from the
tongue lashing I had received, so I could tell it wouldn't be long before I
was cumming again.  I felt Randy's first shot deep in my pussy.  He quickly
removed his lovestick from my snatch, and shot the remainder of his white
jism on my cunt lips, stomach, and tits.

   As soon as he removed himself, Mark moved in to take his place.  He
impaled my quim with his penis and began pounding in and out like a
locomotive.  He reached down and rubbed my clit as he continued his assault
on my pussy.  Within four or five minutes, he began firing bullets of cum
in my cunt.  He too removed his prick before his orgasm was over and
deposited the rest of his spunk on my body.  He quickly stepped away to
make room for the third man.  He crawled up on the table and lay down
beside me.  He used his finger to wipe up a drop of semen that had landed
on my nipple and offered it to my hungry mouth.  I eagerly licked it off
his hand.  He located another gob and fed me again.  On the third spot of
jizz, he pulled away when I tried to take it from him and licked it off his
finger himself.  The sight of a man eating another guy's cum from my body
was the added stimulus I needed to set off my second orgasm.  My
contracting cunt muscles caused the third man to fire his juice into my
body.  In a now familiar pattern, he withdrew his cock to give my outsides
a liberal coating of his love cream.

   I can't really remember hunk number four through eleven.  There's a haze
of a near continuous string of orgasms as cock after cock painted the walls
of my honey box, as well as my newly shaven pussy lips, my stomach, and my
heaving breasts, with heavenly white-hot liquid.

   When what I thought was the last man withdrew, I began to recover from
my multiple orgasms.  I then realized that I couldn't remember Rick fucking
me.  While I was in an orgasmic daze for much of the time, I thought I
would remember Rick.  That's when I heard Ms.  Phipps say "Yes Rick, you
may."

   Rick stepped up to my aching pussy.  He rubbed his flared head up and
down my gash, getting the mingled juice of my cunt and the eleven previous
men on his dick.  He then lowered his aim and with one quick motion rammed
his pecker home into my asshole.  A lot of the creamy nectar oozing from my
quim had run down my crack to coat my butthole.  That, along with my
practice at home with my dildo collection, assured a painless entry.  He
fucked my anus with abandon.  I could see from the look of ecstasy on his
face that this was something he had fantasized about for some time.  My
bowels were filled with his throbbing manhood.  I could feel another orgasm
building as he continued filling my rectum with his turgid prick.  He began
finger fucking my cunt as he screwed my shit hole.  He withdrew his hand,
covered with man cum and girl cream, and wetted his nipples with the
intoxicating mixture.  I could see them stiffen as the liquid evaporated.
Suddenly, I felt a rocket ignite in my bowels and shoot to my clit.  My
body once again shook in the throes of yet another orgasm.  My bucking and
thrashing caused Rick to scream his intense sexual pleasure and began
cumming in my anus.  It felt like gallons of his searing liquid pouring
into my body.  He emptied his balls into me then pulled his softening cock
from my ass.

   I thought things would now wind down, but there were still a few events
left on the roster.  First, Ms.  Phipps told Randy and Jim to clean me up.
I expected them to get some washcloths and wipe me down, but apparently
that's not exactly what she meant.  Randy knelt down between my legs and
began sucking Rick's cream from my anus.  I could feel his tongue
penetrating deeply past my sphincter.  I was still quite loose due to the
stretching from Rick's love pole.  The lubrication from everyone's jizz
also helped to get him deep inside my butt.  At the same time, Jim crawled
up on the table and began licking the semen from the rest of my body.  I
came another two times when Jim moved to my cream filled cunt.

   While I was getting a tongue bath, Rick and Ms.  Phipps climbed on to
the table.  Rick got on his knees with his soft cock dangling over my face.
Ms.  Phipps got on her hands and knees and began licking his cum and my
shit from his cock.  The first touch of her tongue caused his rod to
twitch. In seconds, his dong was ready to cleave any opening placed in
front of it.  She played with his balls as she cleaned his stick as my two
men did the same to my body.

   Before Rick shot a load in her mouth, Ms.  Phipps announced "Its time
for our Vicki to give back some of what she received." I had no idea what
she meant by that, but was sure that whatever it was, I would enjoy it. 
Several of the men eagerly undid my bonds and lifted me off the table.  My
knees were weak, I could hardly stand.  I had to use one of the beautiful
hunks surrounding me for support.  Rick lay down in my place on the towel.
He was then tied in the bonding apparatus.

   Ms.  Phipps went to the credenza and took something from one of the
drawers.  At first, I didn't recognize it, because I had never actually
seen one before.  As she walked towards me, it didn't take me long to
figure out it was a strap on dildo.  There was a nine inch rubber phallus
on the working side, but on the inside of the leather crotch piece, there
was a smaller (about four inch) dildo to fit in my pussy, with a knob just
above it to stimulate my clit.  She stuck the small dildo in my still wet
twat and then reached behind me to fasten the buckle behind my waist.  The
strap that went up the crack of my ass to attach to the top strap had a
built in butt plug.  She gave it a liberal coating of spit and stuck it in
my anus, then made the final attachment of the strap.  The artificial penis
stuck out at an angle just above horizontal.

   She looked at one of the men and said simply " Lawrence." He replied
with the now familiar "Yes Ms.  Phipps" and got on his knees in front of me
and began to give me a 'blowjob'.  At the same time, Ms.  Phipps went down
on Rick's ass.  When both target and missile were slick with spit, Ms. 
Phipps said "Take him."

   "Yes Mistress", I answered.  I stepped up to Rick and looked in his
face. I could see an eager look of anticipation there.  I entered his anus
as quickly as he had entered mine a short tome ago.  He gave a little grunt
of pain.  I showed no mercy as I began pounding my strap on cock in and out
of his rectum.  I began to play with his balls as he stroked his tumescent
pecker.  Every stroke into his tight butt gave me a little jolt of pleasure
as the clit stimulator rubbed my super sensitive love knob.  As I exploded
in another amazing orgasm, my hips took on a life of their own and stroked
my rod into his rectum at an incredible speed.  My hand closed involuntary,
exerting pressure on Rick's nut sack.  He screamed "I'm cummmminnng!!  Fuck
my ass!  Oh fuck me!  Fuck my shit hole!  I'm cummminnnggg!!!!.  He
proceeded to shoot copious amounts of jism onto his stomach and chest.  I
pulled my plastic pecker from his rosebud and got down to insert my tongue
into his ass.  He yelled "Yes!  Your tongue!  Eat my ass!  Eat it!"

   After we calmed down, Ms.  Phipps said "Another demerit for your
outburst, Rick.  That brings your total to three, I believe."

   "Yes Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress."

   Ms.  Phipps looked at me and said "You may clean him."

   I replied "Thank you Ms.  Phipps." I clambered onto the table and licked
Rick's cum from his hairless body.

   When I had finished, Ms.  Phipps said "Well gentlemen, I think Vicki has
shown she may become an adequate slave.  What do you think?  You may
speak."

   There were nods and shouts of assent.  Most of them were quite
enthusiastic, I'm proud to say.

   "We seem to have an agreement.  Vicki, welcome to our little dungeon. 
Your performance today has won you the right to lick my asshole.  You may
do so now."

   "Thank you Mistress!" I eagerly got down on my knees behind Ms.  Phipps.
I spread those silky buttocks and took a moment to admire the pink rosebud
that I found there.  I tentatively extended my tongue and ran it up and
down the full length of her ass crack.  On my second pass, I lingered at
her anus, probing with my stiffened mouth muscle.  I penetrated past the
sphincter and was rewarded with the pungent flavor of her rectum.  I felt
her body give a little shudder of pleasure.  Of all the joys I had
experienced that day, knowing I had given my Mistress a small amount of
pleasure ranked amongst the highest.

   Ms.  Phipps said "Enough", and stepped away.  The day was almost over so
the men and Ms.  Phipps got their clothes from Rick's office, got dressed,
and left.  Rick and I stretched out on the couch and Rick explained some of
what went on at Softer Ware.  He told me that Ms.  Phipps summoned a
person, sometimes two or three, to her office for sex two or three times a
week.  Now that I had been initiated, I would be expected to answer her
request for sexual services at any time.  Every second Friday, an orgy was
held in one of the boardrooms.  They were unstructured affairs, and people
had sex with whoever they wanted.  There were slightly more men then women
involved, and the women often paired up in lesbian groupings, so the men
were known to relieve each other on occasion.  Every so often, someone had
to be initiated as I had been today, and Ms.  Phipps made up an invitation
list of appropriate people.

   With the knowledge that I could expect sex similar to what I got today
on a fairly regular basis, I went home to fantasize about it until the next
fuckfest.



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