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NWMD05.TXT -- 5/20(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 5
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
The following is adult fiction intended
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discretion where and when it is legal to
do so. Similarity to persons, living or
dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved
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Marnie had a part in a movie, which no one she knew, would know anything about,
except her tormentors, the Larchers, who made it happen in the first place.
This was not the kind of movie you would want your family to see. Her husband,
Roger, would certainly divorce her, and her daughter, Brenda, would grow
disillusioned and become out of control. Marnie was being blackmailed by the
Larchers. It was not a traditional situation for money, it was one for
occasional favors, usually of a sexual nature. Over time these humiliating and
embarrassing circumstances had an effect on Marnie's self-concept and moral
fiber. The experience of shooting two scenes of a porno movie under duress,
changed her life in ways she never imagined for herself. First off, she
experienced limits of humiliation, embarrassment, and ecstasy she never thought
possible. She experienced a variety of sensations, which made her idyllic
relationship with Roger now seem mundane. She had reached a top of a mountain.
Now, she was fighting back urges to look up for another.
Secondly, her body seemed to change. After her cunt healed form the gang bang,
pulling the train, she experienced, she seemed to want to have sex all of the
time. She would fantasize about anything phallic and anyone with a penis, the
neighbors, the mailman, people in the supermarket, and so on. She just wanted
something in her working the anxious itch all of the time. No broom handle or
vibrating anything was safe around her.
A few days after the movie shoot, she was awoken by Roger who said, "Let me
help you with that." Referring to her masturbating furiously in her sleep,
bucking wildly, moaning and screaming. She couldn't have been more embarrassed
at learning what she had been doing in front of him, unaware. When she let him
make love to her, she had to say goodbye to him that morning, as he left for
work, totally frustrated and unrelieved.
As days went by, she hated herself for now wanting to be contacted by the
Larchers. She knew where the dad lived, approximately, but not how to get
there. She knew where he worked, but didn't want to set her foot in that place
again. She just couldn't stand being in this constant state of heat without
prospects of substantial relief. It was going to drive her mad.
Finally she gave in to it. She made sure she shaved her pussy bald, put on a
short skirt without panties, got in her car, and drove to the office building
that Larcher maintained. She went down the elevator and opened doors, trying
to find the one Larcher's kid, Jeff, led her to last time. She finally opened
one with someone inside. He had his back to her as she approached. When she
was close enough to see over his shoulder, she saw that he was looking at a
magazine with pictures of naked women and beating his meat, oblivious to her
entrance.
She cleared her throat, "Ahem. Excuse me Mr. Larcher."
The man swiveled his chair around and hid his crotch with the magazine, then a
newspaper.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She said. "I thought you were someone else. Please forgive
me. I'm terribly sorry."
The man was deep red in the face when he said, "Larcher don't work here
anymore. What the fuck are you doing sneaking up on people like that?"
"I'm sorry, really I am. I know how I could make it up to you." She said, not
believing she was hearing herself say these words. She approached him and
slowly, reassuringly, removed his hands from the newspaper. Then she picked up
the magazine and quickly thumbed through it with a "Aha," "uhumm," and "people
really do that?" She took each of his hands and placed them on the armrests.
Then she took his cock in one hand and his balls in another and started to give
him a massage that started his body squirming and his cock a hardening.
"Lady what are you doing? Where did you come from, and what is Larcher to
you?" He asked, out of discomfort from her forwardness.
"I've the kind of itch, you've got right now and we can both help each other
out. I'll let you inside me right here and now, if you promise to keep at it
until I cum too. Do we have a deal?" She asked brazenly.
"What have I become?" She thought to herself.
Marnie dropped her skirt and leaned by her arms on the desk. She shifted her
weight from one leg to the other, moving her rear and the seductive target she
displayed, for the man. He stood up and apprehensively put his cock at her
cunt and poked the head in. He moaned as the warm moistness enveloped the
head. He started moving it slowly in and out, and was so engrossed with the
sensation, he had to stop a couple of times to keep from cumming.
"Don't you dare stop until I cum too." Marnie threatened as a reminder.
The situation just proved too weird for the guy and he came in a shuddering
orgasm that snuck up on him surprising them both.
"Oh no you don't. You're not through now, we had a deal." She insisted.
"Keep it up and moving."
He tried as best he could, but he was so sensitive now on his cock that every
time he thrust in, he had to pull out reflexively for a few seconds.
Meanwhile, his cock was getting a little more limp as time wore on.
Eventually, it wasn't hard enough to be able to thrust in at all.
"Okay then, kiss it, do something. I'm not letting you off that easy." Marnie
insisted.
She turned around to face him, and put her hands and butt on the edge of the
desk with her legs spread wide. The man reluctantly got down on his knees and
slowly put his mouth on her pussy. She grabbed his head with her left hand and
held his head tight, grinding her cunt into his face. The man broke free,
gasping for breath.
"Gawd Lady. You're crazy." He said, wiping his mouth off with the sleeve of
his shirt. He stood up and backed away a few feet. "You don't need me, you
need a whole goddamn army."
Marnie squatted and sobbed into her hands. She knew he was oh so close to
actually being right.
"Hey Lady, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You come on kinda strong ya
know. I'd help if I could. Maybe we can get me there again. I should be able
to last longer a second time. Shall we give it a try?" He said in an effort
to get her to stop crying.
The man sat down in the chair. "Why don't you move that sexy body of yours a
little bit and we can see what comes up. Shall we?" He suggested.
Marnie sniffled back her tears and stood up. She started to move her lower
body and went into a trance. She danced with her eyes closed and played with
her breasts through the material of her blouse. The man had his hand on his
cock trying to get it to respond.
"Why don't you show me those tits? They look like they're pretty decent." He
said.
Marnie had a momentary pause in her reverie at the sound of the word "decent"
and went back to the task at hand. She opened her eyes and slowly, and
seductively as she could, removed her blouse.
"Nice. Real nice." The man said responding to her D-cup bra encased 38’s.
"Tell me they're real, please."
Marnie was soaking up the encouragement. "One hundred percent real woman here.
Do you like?" She said as she unclasped the bra and tossed it aside.
She held her arms out to the sides and shook her breasts a little to show how
they naturally moved with her motion. The man moaned and answered her, "Oh,
yes Lady. Those are the nicest pair I have ever laid my eyes on. Oh man,
you're hot!" He said, sporting a renewed hardon.
Marnie signaled the man to slide out to the edge of the chair by pulling on the
back of his knees. When she had him positioned she turned around, straddled his
legs and lowered her cunt down on his erection. This time she intended to
control the motion. She rode him vigorously until she came in a halfway decent
release, then dismounted and started to retrieve her clothes.
The man was now the one put off. "Hey Lady! You're not going to leave me like
this now are you?"
"You had yours. I've got to go." She said, matter-of -factly.
"Oh no you don't!" The man said, as he grabbed her clothes from her hand.
"Kiss it!" He said sitting back down.
Marnie didn't want to rile him, she just wanted out of there at this point, so
she held her hair out of the way and bent over and put her mouth on his cock.
She started sucking and massaging his balls in an effort to get him off as
quickly as possible. She even tried humming, to send vibrations to its head.
With the combination of tugging on his balls and the intensive sucking,
licking, and deep throating on his cock, he started to buck a bit. "Oh yes
Lady. That's it. You are great. Oh yes. Oh No!" He came sooner than both of
them anticipated and Marnie got this stranger's biggest dose of cum in her
mouth. She spit it out in an ashtray and started to get dressed again.
"Got to go." She said.
"Please cum again." He said with a grin.
"Cute. Real cute." She said, as she hurried out the door.
Marnie drove home with a great deal of self-loathing. Marnie was distant from
her husband and daughter that evening. She couldn't believe she had come to
this, to have been transformed into a sex-crazed slut, who would do the first
stranger she came across. The only man she had ever known this way was Roger,
until the Larchers entered her life. Now no situation seemed too daring, and
no obstacle to great to get her insatiable horns clipped. She felt like she
had become addicted and she would have to deal with it like an addiction and
quit sex all together cold turkey. No, that wouldn't be fair to Roger. She
needed to be sexual, but she just couldn't control her appetite any longer.
For the next week, she had Roger make love to her before he went to work, then
before they went to bed. She was determined to deal with these urges, with her
husband. Roger didn't know what hit her. He enjoyed the new regime, but was
concerned that he might not be able to keep it up, so to speak.
On the following Monday Marnie drove downtown to meet Roger for lunch as a
surprise. She dressed in a red business blazer, white blouse, no bra, short
white pleated skirt, that would easily fan out to reveal her white pantyhose
covered butt, if she was not careful, and white high heels. She parked and took
the elevator to the lobby, to look up her husband's new office number. Then
she heard a familiar voice ask her, "Can I help you Missy?"
She took a step back with her hand on her upper chest in shock. There was
Larcher in a security guard uniform, with badge, holster, the works. He was
grinning and tipping his hat. "Have you missed me?" He said confidently.
"Larcher. Mr. Larcher, what are you doing here?" She asked out of surprise.
"I run this place. Can't you tell from this here uniform?" He replied
sarcastically. "You're looking pretty hot today. So, come back here a second
I want you to show me something." He said, as he motioned with his hand for
Marnie to follow him into a room, where another guard was monitoring cameras
placed throughout the building. Larcher cleared his throat, and the man took
his place out front.
"So, let's see if you came prepared." He said, sitting down, holding his hands
out for Marnie to approach him. When she was almost between his legs, Larcher
lifted up her short skirt to see if she had shaved. He looked pleased and
rubbed a couple of fingers along her cunt through the sheer material of her
hose. "My, you're hot and wet down there. No panties. Don't tell me a little
train ride has you like this." He said as he continued to rub her cunt until
she started to moan with eyes closed. She moved against his motion to increase
the sensation. "Have you been getting enough of this since I saw you last?"
He said, with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Yes! Yes! I mean No. Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Marnie gasped out.
"What, do you mean, like this?" He said as he took his hand away.
Marnie was on tiptoes, and now fell forward, breaking her fall with her hands
on his thighs, almost landing with her head in his crotch. Her eyes opened
wide and closed a couple of times in unison with her gasps for breath. She
started for his weapons belt. When she mastered that to his amusement, she
went for his pant's belt, his zipper and then fished out his semi-hard uncut
penis, and worked it vigorously up and down with her fist.
"Get this in me!" She blurted. Then seeing Larcher's amusement, in a more
demure tone, she repeated, "Please, Mr. Larcher, would you like to work this
in me? I could really use a good fucking from you."
"Did I really say that?" She thought, embarrassed to herself.
"Missy, it's going to take a lot more than just me, right now to clip those
fast growing horns of yours." He said, in a strangely compassionate way.
"Since you got me going, I'll get you started. Then we'll work something out."
He said, holding his arms out, motioning with his fingers for her to come and
sit on his lap.
Marnie came forward and started to turn away so she could back down onto his
cock. He stopped her turn and guided her to straddle his lap facing him
instead. As she eased down compressing his hardening cock down against his
balls, he slid her blazer top off and started to unbutton her blouse. When he
found she wasn't wearing a bra either, he pulled her chest to his face and
snuggled into her cleavage until he needed a breath. Marnie was a little
anxious about this familiarity from him. She would have preferred a faceless
screwing from behind, the harder and deeper the better. She was also having
difficulty getting any motion going because her feet didn't even hit the floor.
"Okay, let's get this off." He said, referring to her hose.
She stood up and removed her shoes. Her breasts hung invitingly out of her
open blouse a she reached down to remove one shoe then the other. She looked
at him with an "approach/avoidance" expression on her face as she slowly slid
the hose down and off. She faced the control panel and waited for Larcher to
rise and advance to her from behind. Larcher started rubbing her cunt and her
ass hole alternately making humping motions behind her in sync with her
grindings to his touch.
When both entries were pretty much lubricated, he asked, "Where do you want it
this time, Missy?"
"Oh god, Larcher. You pick. Just don't leave me hanging." She said,
wantonly.
Larcher chose her cunt first to lubricate his tool. "Oh yes! Do it harder."
Marnie cooed.
Then Larcher worked it in her ass. Marnie bent her knees a bit to help the
trajectory, "Ow, oooh, oooo, yeah!" She moaned responding to the pain as it
subsided into pleasurable tension.
Larcher's eyes were closed as he concentrated on maximizing his pleasure.
Marnie's eyes were closed as she concentrated on cumming before Larcher did.
He began thrusting harder and deeper. Marnie leaned forward on the console to
regain a better balance while she put her other hand on her clit. She must
have pushed a button because she heard her moans and pleas coming back to her
over a P.A. speaker in the room. Larcher's faster, deeper thrusts could only
mean one thing to her, he was getting close to cumming. "Oh no! Don't you
dare cum until I do." She warned him. Then more softly, "Oh God please, don't
let him stop."
Then her world came to a sudden halt. Larcher thrust in deep and held it there
shooting warm jizm into her rectum. Marnie opened her eyes in panic, knowing
that she was going to have to find another way to finish herself off. She was
now looking at the monitors with faces of people in the rooms and corridors
looking up at the cameras and speakers entranced by what they were hearing.
"Oh god," she discovered, "there was Roger in a meeting and everyone was
stopped to listen."
"Oh god," Larcher thought, "there goes another job. And, this was a good
one."
"Shit!" Larcher said, as he reached for the button to turn off the P.A.
Just then, his coworker opened the door and looked in. "Hey man, this is
fucked. You'd better duck outta here while I think of something.
Larcher redid his uniform while he pleaded with Marnie to just grab her things
and follow him to a door. Inside was an electrical room with switches and
control panels. "Here, you can get dressed now." He said, then put his left
ear and right hand fingertips on the door and his left hand on the door knob in
waiting. "Wait here til I get back. If you're not, consider yourself fucked,
but not the way you want it. Got that?" He said firmly.
Marnie nodded as Larcher looked out the door and snuck out, leaving her to
ponder what just happened and what would become of this debauchery. She waited
for what seemed to be an hour. Several times she felt like she would be there
the rest of her life, and that she should leave despite Larcher's threat.
Finally, though, he returned.
"Here's the deal. It is going to officially play as a prank that the security
staff has handled, and taken care that it can never happen again. But here's
the good part, my boss, his boss, and some of the security guys get a piece of
the action as well. You see, good o'l Walter looks out after you. You're
going to get those horns clipped today after all." He said, playing to her
expression of fear and disgust. "Here, come with me." He said, holding out
his hand for hers.
She followed him to the elevator. At the fifth floor, they went down a
corridor to a conference room which was at the corner of the building and had
two glass walls. Larcher followed her in. Marnie went to the corner to look
out the windows. Larcher pushed a button and the vertical blinds retracted
automatically from the corner. With the blinds drawn open, Marnie had a
spectacular view of the busy downtown above and below. Larcher went for his
walkie-talkie and announced, "Bald eagle has landed."
Marnie looked around. There in the corner was a round hole with a glass lens,
presumably for the monitoring. The room had a large, long oval table as it's
center piece with padded leather side chairs around, seating up to twelve. The
one wall, at the other end from the window, looked like an entertainment
center, with big screen TV, small wet bar, stereo type controls, slide over
grease board, etc.
Marnie was about to ask Larcher a question when the door opened, and in walked
a suit, a tie without a jacket, and three guard uniforms, draped on nameless
faces. Larcher spoke to the tie without a jacket, while the others looked on,
with anticipation, at Marnie silhouetted by the window. Then each took a seat
around the table with a chair between them like birds on a wire. The suit was
at one end with his back to the window and the tie without a coat sat to his to
his right with his back to the other window. Larcher sat at the other end in
front of the media wall, and the others filled in the sides.
Larcher patted the top of the table with his outstretched hand and said, "Why
don't you get up here and see if you can create some stiffening competition."
Marnie knew better than to balk now, besides, if she was going to have to "do"
this room, certainly someone would help her leave her horns behind for today.
She approached the table between the suit and the tie, put one hand out to
steady herself and slipped off her heels with her other hand. Then she placed
a knee up on the table, and paused for a second to rally her courage. When a
hand from the suit came up and cupped her left cheek, she pushed herself up to
the table top and crawled on hands and knees to the table's center.
She looked around at each of them to get her bearings. "Oh, there was the guy
from the monitoring room." She noticed. She stood up and tested the
slipperiness of the hose covering her feet on the table top, as she continued
to look around at their faces. She started an undulating wavelike motion with
her body, running from head to toe, which seemed to work well on this slippery
surface. Then with her arms in the air, the wave started with her fingers down
to her toes. This, what would have to be described as some sort of cobra
dance, had the men stunned with jaws open in their seats. The wave like
movement hitting her hips would flare her skirt out, giving them glimpses of
her pantyhose covered bottom and crotch. Working at teasing, and with each of
them seemingly under her spell, she would unbutton a button and continue the
dance. Then another would go, with some more dance.
When her jacket was off, she tossed it at Larcher, hitting him in the face. He
peeled it off, not amused, but the others started to shift in their seats as
she started with the top button of her blouse. The lucky ones facing the
windows could get clear glimpses of her beautiful breasts back-lighted from the
outside light coming in, and started a trend in the room of undoing their
pants. Before undoing the last couple of buttons on her blouse, Marnie took
off her skirt and kicked it at Larcher. This time he caught it in front of his
face.
Now, her blouse did little to hide her crotch and rear crack showing through
the sheer white hose. The blouse was beginning to hide little of her breasts
that were swaying gently as she moved under the almost undone front. As she
continued the teasing pace, hands started to stroke cocks and juggle balls
around her. When she unbuttoned the last button and lay the flaps down either
side of her breasts, the uniform to the left of the suit, shot up and stood at
the edge of the table with his cock pointing at Marnie twitching, pulsing, and
begging for her to touch it.
Marnie got down on her hands and knees and slinked sexily over to him. She
stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his cock once, then looked
around at the others who were starting to stand. She licked again. The suit
tried to lift the hanging front of her blouse up out of the way of his view,
but it wouldn't stay. Marnie sat back up on her knees and slowly removed the
blouse, tossing it to in front of Larcher. Audible moans were heard.
Marnie had a plan, as she sized up the situation, this time if she was going to
take on these guys, she was going to do the smallest first and save the biggest
for last. That meant the suit first and the geekiest guard last. To
accomplish this, she had to remain in control. She decided to take on three at
a time. So she put her mouth on the guy to the left of the suit and held her
hands out for the suit and the other guard on her right. She worked the three
of them like an orchestra leader, trying to bring them to a point where they
would be raring to go but not to the point of release.
When she had this group all panting and ready to roll, she backed up with a
smile and an expression which said, "Now, fair's fair." Then she slinked over
to the other side and started to suck the geek on Larcher's left. She held out
her hands for Larcher and the tie with no jacket to rut in her hands. She
orchestrated their arousal to a fever pitch as well.
Now that she had the room sweating, panting, and standing around the table with
their hands on it for support, cocks pointing, twitching, and oozing, she
slinked over to the suit. She got so close that he backed away rather than
kiss her. She slinked down to standing on the floor in front of him and took
his hands and placed them on her breasts. He was mesmerized by her control.
She slowly turned around, slinked the pantyhose down to her knees, leaned over
the edge of the table on her forearms to protect her hanging breasts from the
motion that was about to take place, and waited for the suit to move. When he
just stood there in trance looking at her bald pouch between her spread legs,
she reached back and grabbed his cock and pulled him to the task. He snapped
out of it and started to rut in earnest. He thrust with no regard for her
reactions, and was taking what he could get. Marnie tried moving this way and
that, to make the most of a real cock working her snatch finally. By the
sounds of his moaning and the speed of his motion, she figured he was near his
conclusion so she put her hand on the guard to her left to make sure he was
raring to go as soon as the suit was through. Then the suit thrust so hard
into her that she sprawled forward mashing her breasts on top of the table. He
thrusted a couple more times, sending the rest of his cum into her, then pulled
out to watch the rest of the room get off.
Marnie figured that getting the hose all the way off would give her more
traction. She also figured that the over eager guard would be a quick release
kinda guy, so she decided to lay on her back and have him do her from the front
so she could get more action around her clit. She held her legs up in the air
as he approached and entered her. She was just about to lower them to his
shoulders, when on his first thrust, he came.
Marnie started thinking, "Oh no, two down, but there are still four to go."
This time she wanted a real good assessment of the candidate before engaging
him. She sat on the edge of the table and motioned him close. She put her
arms around the back of his neck and stared into his eyes. She put her heels
on his coccyx, and pulled his groin up to her groin, forcing his cock straight
up between her body and his, and a little pain to his balls as they were caught
between them.
"Pull that chair closer and fuck me like there's no tomorrow." She said
wantonly to his face.
She put her feet on the front of the armrests slid to the very edge, and pulled
him to her again, guiding his cock into her hand, then holding on to his
shoulders as he began to rock her "like there's no tomorrow".
"Yes! Oh yes! You dear man, oh thank you. You did it. Oh yes! Yes. Yes."
She said, grateful for finally getting over the limit. She wanted to sit and
luxuriate. She didn't need the rest of them for the time being, but it was
almost like fulfilling a contract after you get what you wanted out of the
deal. Next it would probably have to be Larcher again. "Oh god," She
thought. "Not that low life again."
For some reason, Larcher had been over by the bar. There he stood waiting for
Marnie to come around the table in front of him. There was that uncut penis
she knew oh so well, but he had a surprise for her. He had taken a condom from
his wallet and put it on. "He had never done that before." She puzzled.
Then he announced to the room, "Gentlemen, I'm going to show you how she
really likes it." He said as he positioned her bent over the table.
"Oh, no, not this again." Marnie thought, as she realized she would be taking
it in her rear.
"Missy, here is really hot for it in the chute." He continued, as he scooped
out cum from her twat and lubricated her rear with it. Then where she couldn't
see, he dropped some Tabasco Sauce from the refrigerator in with the
lubrication and started a painful entry. When the initial pain subsided, she
got into a familiar level of pleasure that usually brought her close to cumming
but never all the way. Gradually she began to feel an itch, unlike before,
more of a burn. Larcher pumped faster. He dropped a few more drops there.
The foaming moisture started to ooze down to her cunt. The burning followed
there too. Now she wanted him out of her and a fire hose pointed at her holes
instead. Then there was a part of her that wanted him to push it harder and
faster to satiate the itch. Her entire being now, was consumed by the fire in
her holes. All she was now was a bitch with two holes in heat. She wanted
that goddamn army now in both holes.
Larcher came in an arched thrust, then repeated it for some after spurts. He
collapsed back in his chair and admired the rosy glow now between Marnie's
legs, as she tried to squeeze the burning out of her by tightening her legs
together.
Red faced and breathing in short pronounced exhales, she started moving around
the table with her ass sticking out and absentmindedly, passed the geek with
the monster cock, probably because that was her original plan back when she was
in control. But leave it to Larcher, now she needed it bad again, maybe even
worse than before. The sauce had served to heighten the urges that were
already there, by stimulating more blood to rush around the area.
When she got in front of the tie with no jacket, she took a hold of his tie and
said to his face in guttural tones, "Do me good and do me now."
As the supervisor, he had a reputation to nurture with his men, so he took
Marnie's hand in his and put her facing his chair, kicked her legs wide, pushed
her face down onto the warm seat he had been sitting in and put his erection in
her cunt. He worked it in and out to almost the entire length with each
thrust. The warmth from the sauce encouraged his motion as well. Marnie
relished his balls hitting her clit. She felt like she would get something
from this effort. Every once in a while, he would hold just the tip in and
slap her rear reddening it up to match the color of her holes. When he was
about to cum, he pulled out and forced his way in her rear chute like Larcher.
Marnie thought, "On no, not this again."
She needed action in both places now, so she just rode with it. His body
started to undulate uncontrollably and his eyes started to roll up under his
fluttering lids. He let loose a howl and shoot hard into her rear. She could
feel the jizm hitting the walls of her rectum.
"One last chance to end this on a harmonious note." Marnie surmised in dread.
Not wanting to leave anything to chance, she said, "Why don't you get those
all the way off and join me up here?" She invited the last guard, referring to
his pants and the table she had climbed back up upon.
She licked her fingers and wiped her burning snatch, and repeated it as a cat
would do with its paw, while she waited for the last guard to ready himself for
Marnie the tigress. He climbed on top of the table with her and she had him
lay down. One of the guards walked around, picked up the man's pants and
rolled them up for a pillow. Marnie put her mouth around the long thick cock,
and had to open it to full extension to accommodate it. When she sensed he was
good and hard, she carefully lowered herself down upon it, keeping one leg up
while the other knelt, in case she had to get up, because he was too big. It
was a good decision on her part to delay him until the end, because she had
plenty of lubrication oozing out of her. With the tip at her labial opening,
she paused, took a couple of deep breaths, and lowered herself so that just the
head was in. She scrunched up her face, letting everyone present know that she
was having difficulty with the size. She brought her other knee up so she
could do a controlled squat. She carefully lowered herself down the full
length and just paused in agony while she shifted to a full kneeling position.
With her hands on the table on either side of him, she very slowly raised her
cunt up. Everyone was silently watching with eager anticipation as she reached
the top and relatively quickly lowered herself down all the way again. The
pain and pleasure was so intense she had to lower herself to his chest and just
hug the geeky stranger for a moment. The room of men was mesmerized by this
slow deliberate show. They each had their hands subconsciously stroking their
cocks, vicariously enjoying the pleasure the guard on the table was
experiencing. Marnie got up and again rose almost the whole way up his cock
and plunged it in again, with uncontrollable sensation. Each time she did
this, the pain was less, the recovery time was shorter, and her moans were
louder. Eventually, she had a steady rhythm going with out the pause
altogether.
Larcher started to clap every time she hit bottom. Then the others joined in.
A chant started up, "Harder. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Faster. . ."
Marnie was sweating and soaking the guard's shirt. Her cunt was getting sore
from the workout but she never wanted to come more than she did right now. Her
mount was getting excited from the encouragement of his buddies and was
starting to wobble like a fish out of water. Marnie knew it was now or never,
she worked his cock as fast as she could, getting as much clitoral stimulation
as possible from the up and down stroke. With everyone in the room cheering on
a double uncontrollable orgasm, Marnie and the guard were both going for broke.
The guard yelled, "Oh fuck, I can't hold out any longer."
Marnie was counting on his coming big to send her over, so she grabbed his
shoulders and rolled him on top of her. "Okay sailor, come into port." She
said to encourage him.
The guard came in a big thrust. Marnie held on and slid a few feet. He thrust
again, and Marnie moved another few feet toward Larcher. She came in a mighty
crashing wave, when he thrust again. Now her head was off the edge of the
table right in front of Larcher, and she lost her consciousness of that fact
for the moment. As she lay there, pleased that she had come before it was too
late, wanting to bask in the pleasure of it, while forgetting the
circumstances, she was awaken from her reverie by a cock entering her open
mouth.
Larcher couldn't resist having her head hanging upside down in front of him
with her mouth open. He leaned forward for the ease of entry and placed a hand
on her left breast, while steadying himself with his right on the table.
Marnie was gagging and squirming, worrying about not being able to breath so
close to the workout she just endured. "So," Larcher began, "anybody for
seconds? How about you Mr. Williams?" He said to the suit. "Are you up for
more. Well I see that you are."
"Don't mind if I do, Larcher. Thank you My Man." He responded. Marnie was not
only shocked to hear this exchange, but she was panicking for air, so she
placed her hands on Larcher's hips and pushed him out of her mouth, turned onto
her hands and knees, and panted deeply while she wiped her mouth off with the
back of her right arm.
"Mr. Larcher, you can't be serious about doing this again. I did everybody in
this room." She said emphatically.
"Maybe so, but look around you, Missy, they're not done." He said back.
"No, please, I've had enough, really, I don't think I can take any more. I'm
awfully sore down here." She said, putting her hand over her pussy.
"You seem to forget, Missy, that the female can take a man in more places than
just down there. Now get down from the table, it's Mr. William's turn." He
said, as her helped her down. "If you do two at a time, we can all get out of
here sooner." He said suggestively, then he led her over to the chair, that
the suit had just been sitting in. He positioned her to the side, bent her
over so her hands supported her on the seat facing the window, and motioned for
the suit to take up the rear and the tie with no jacket to work her front.
Fucking her mouth was okay for the tie, because it was warm, moist, and a good
fit. The suit, however, was now in her stretched out pussy and had to work
twice as hard to get the friction he needed to get off a second time. When he
thrust as hard as he could, sometimes he would accidentally pull all the way
out and miss the target going back in. This produced embarrassment and
frustration to have this happen in front of his subordinates, and it made him
want to fuck her even more manly each time. Marnie could get no pleasure from
him and just felt the discomfort. She was relieved when he finally came. He
wiped himself off on her rear, pulled up his pants, and said, "Lady, you're a
nice piece of ass." He kissed her rear and said, "Got to get back to work.
Thanks Larcher." And, he put his hand on Larcher's shoulder as he passed him
and left the room. The tie followed suit, and she was doing the geeky guard in
her mouth now, mercifully, and the over eager guard in her snatch now. When
they were done, they thanked her in their crude ways and left.
Now there was just the guard from the control room and Larcher left. Larcher
went around front while the other guard said, "I think I'll try it here. She
looks pretty sore down there." Referring to her snatch.
"Oh, she really likes it there. From the looks of things, I think she'll be
thanking you for the gesture. Get it juiced up good, though, she still is a
tight slut back there." Larcher said, from his position in Marnie's mouth.
The guard dipped his cock in her sore snatch first for lubrication while he
dropped a dollop of spit on her anus and rubbed it in with his finger. Then he
entered her firmly, but not too fast. Marnie ducked her head from Larcher’s
cock and pushed her upper body down in the chair, bending her knees a bit to
help his entry, as best she could to decrease the discomfort. She was beyond
being turned on by this now, and she just positioned herself to ride it out.
Larcher was concerned by this and threatened, "You know Missy, I am so
concerned for you, that me and Bob here, are going to stay at this until you
get to come one more time, because I care about you."
By this time Larcher had withdrawn from her mouth and was saving himself for
the goal he had just set forth. He went to Marnie's side, leaned his butt
against the table's edge, and leaned over to play with her left tit. "I
remember how sensitive these are. Does this help?" He asked trying to help her
focus on the goal.
Marnie bit her lower lip and nodded staring out the window in front of her.
"How about this?" Larcher asked, as he got on his knees and worked the tit
with his left hand and her clitoris with his right.
Marnie nodded and added, "A little softer please."
She scanned the view. She now was at a point of wanting that one last orgasm.
It should last her for a couple of days, she figured. Her husband would have a
needed break, and she could think normal thoughts again for awhile. Something
caught her eye in a window across the street. She squinted and discovered a
group of men with their suit jackets off crowded along a window. "Oh god,"
she realized, "they are passing a pair of binoculars back and forth between
them. Let's hurry. Oh, I've got to cum quickly, and get out of here."
She started getting into the spirit of the guard working her bottom hole. She
moved her butt to maximize his sensation and tightened when he pulled back to
increase his friction. It was working.
"God, Larcher, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out much longer,
Buddy, it's going to be up to you." He confessed. Then he came in a big
thrust, almost having Marnie hit her chin on the arm rest.
Larcher shooed him out of the way before he was finished enjoying being lodged
in her ass, and took up the position behind her. Marnie thought quickly, and
she thought hard. "If he does it where he usually does it, I'll just get close
but no cigar. If I let him do it in me, oh god how awful . . ." She pondered.
Mr. Larcher, would you please do me down here?" She asked as she turned around
to face him before he could lodge his member in his favorite place.
"Well Missy, I didn't think we were on those kinds of terms. You don't find
this request a little intimate of you?" He said, sorting his mind for a place
to put this moment.
"I think it will help." Marnie said leaning her butt against the edge of the
table with legs spread wide, holding out her arms ready to be placed on his
shoulders, and turning her head away in shame, avoiding eye contact with him.
Larcher approached her, picked her up by the waist, and set her on the edge of
the table. He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders, then put his
cock at the entrance of her cunt, and asked, "Are you sure about this?"
Marnie nodded, with lower lip buried under her top teeth, and head turned away
from the window. Larcher slid in easily. He held it there buried to the hilt,
watching for signs of her response to it. Marnie bit her lip tighter and
started to tear up. Larcher tried some rapid short strokes to get a different
response, but Marnie was just lying there bearing it. Larcher tried side to
side, deep and short thrusting, rubbing her clit with the base of his cock and
every trick he had in his book, but if Marnie was getting turned on by it, he
couldn't tell from her reaction. Then he finally tried some long and deep
thrusts. Marnie just turned her head up and looked at him blankly.
Larcher suddenly stopped. Marnie's eyes showed panic. "You win Missy, you can
go home now." He said, as he started to finish what he started with his hand
as he backed away dejected.
"Ohmygod! Don't stop now!" Marnie piped up.
Larcher took his hand off instantly and stood there dumbfounded with his tool
at full mast. He stepped forward, took his thumb and grazed it up and down
over her clit until she was squirming and then thrust his cock back in for all
he was worth until he came. Marnie came off of Larcher's tortured spasms and
lay limp for several minutes catatonic in a sea of shame. Larcher sat back in
the chair in front of her just staring at her raw gaping folds between her
parted legs.
The status quo was broken by the other guard saying, "Well, I've got to go.
Larcher are you coming?"
Larcher came to a bit and mumbled, "Oh yeah, be right with you." Then he got
up and put his hands on Marnie's upper thighs, snapping her out of her
self-pity for a moment, and said, "See, I told you I'd take care of those
horns for you." He pulled up his pants, walked around to gather his other
things, prepared to leave, and asked, "Think you'll be able to find your way
out?" "Yes." Was all Marnie cold muster, and not break out in uncontrollable
sobs.
Larcher left. Marnie remembered the window, saw the men fighting for the
binoculars and covered herself while she gather up all of her things and
dressed in the corner behind the folded up blinds. She looked up at the clock
as she put on her blazer. "Three-thirty, shit! I'd better get out of here
fast." She scolded herself.
She prayed that she wouldn't run into Roger in the halls, the elevator, or the
parking lot. She was on pins and needles until she was leaving the lot and
speeding home. When she got home, she immediately ran a bath. Brenda came in
the bathroom as Marnie was almost dozing off, "Hey Mom, is it okay if I have
dinner with the Bradshaws? I've been invited."
"Sure honey, enjoy." Marnie managed to get out.
She got out of the tub, got in some bed clothes, and was about to fall asleep,
when Roger appeared at the door, full of energy. He put down his briefcase,
pulled off his jacket, yanked at his tie, and said, "Oh Honey, how did you
know. Gosh, there was this prank played at the office today. Someone played
this tape of people making out, having sex or something, over the P.A., and it
reminded me of our mornings and evenings lately. God I haven't thought of
anything but being in bed with you all day. I saw Brenda's note, and here you
are waiting for me. I married the hottest woman in the world. I'm going to
give you the best lovemaking you've ever had. Here comes Daddy!" He said as he
bounded into bed with her.
All Marnie could think about was, "I've got to do something about those
Larchers."
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