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"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 convulsed in ecstasy....

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