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RP - "TRUST US, WE'RE SALESMEN" (Part One):MMMM/F :RELUC.

by

DAVID SHAW (shaw_david@hotmail.com)

DISCLAIMER - THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY

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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 wasn't her looks because they were nothing outstanding.
What were outstanding were her tits. Although tall and slender she was
remarkably well endowed up front, with huge boobs that quivered with
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, and whether she was for real
or had more silicon in her than the computer industry.

	Eddie waited until the other guys had 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 office
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 - even
though she had no intention of doing Eddie or anybody else any favors,
she thought she was worth more than than Eddie had spread out before
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 ever. "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 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 folk's 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 fuck 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 your 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, coming close 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 mobile 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 mobile
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... Everthing'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 boys
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 glistening from the translucent
rubber stretched over it.

	"I'll catch the plane, Mom.... see you mmmmmm..."

	It was little Joey who was demanding her attention now, 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 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. 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!" 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 now 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 screech out at another high
point of her ravishment when Phil came into her.

	It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened and a
stocky middle aged woman in a security officer'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 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 on.
In fact she seemed very amused at the whole situation and about
Eddie's brazen answer. What the salesteam 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 she going to be pissed off 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 still 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 oustretched 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 (for now... but if you'd like to improve your own sex life,
check out a new way of meeting girls at www.f-e-mail.com)

	
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