Trust us, we’re salesmen

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 you 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, putting his hands up underneath the shirt 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 emphasized 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 jewelry. 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 cell phone and realized 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 phone 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 . . . everything’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 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 guys 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 thrusting at her, bare and patterned with prominent veins.

“I’ll catch the plane, Mom. . . see you – mmmmmm.”

It was little Joey who was demanding her attention, 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 back off enough 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 in a bout of feverish submission until 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 again!” 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 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 millimeter 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 rhythmical 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 scream out when Phil came into her.

It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened and a stocky middle aged woman in a security guard’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 monitor, still running and still recording every detail of the receptionist’s ravishment. The security guard 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.”