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Pam Gets Packed Pt 03

Pam Gets Packed Pt 03

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"Lose the bra," Packer commanded her next.

Pam sighed under her breath and gently rearranged her position to be kneeling once again. She still felt incredibly shy to be behaving this way, but being used like this was certainly helping her feel the way she wanted to.

She reached behind herself and quickly undid the clasp on her bra before shrugging the straps off her delicate shoulders and holding the lacy fabric to the front of her chest. With one last sigh and a fresh blush gathering on her upper chest she let the bra drop and just like that Todd Packer was laying eyes on the tits that nearly every guy in the office would have paid dearly to see.

"Fuck yeah...now those are some tits! Shame you don't show those hooters off more."

Unsure what to do next, Pam knelt on the floor with her arms at her sides as Packer ogled her chest. She felt like an object more than a person and the feeling sent a bolt of pleasure to her center.

"Get up," Packer ordered.

Pam clambered to her feet slightly unsteadily and the next moment Packer had one of her tits in each of his hands. Pam simply stood there like a dummy as the man from Dunder Mifflin that she hated most had free access to her chest. He fondled, squeezed, groped, and finally wrung a quiet moan out of Pam as his fingers focused on her light pink nipples.

Packer couldn't get over how perfect the receptionist's tits were. She always tried to hide them under her frumpy blouses, but everyone still knew she had a great set of knockers. They were even better than he imagined. Full for her petite size yet still perky, Pam's tits were a sight to behold and even better to fondle. They were a bit bigger than he had guessed. Maybe even big enough for...

"Kneel back down. You ever have your tits fucked before?"

Pam silently shook her head. Despite never having had her tits fucked, Pam could guess what it entailed pretty easily. She had grown to be inwardly proud of her breasts as she got older, but had learned early on it was easier to hide them then deal with all the staring and ogling they tended to attract. However, she knew they were one of her best assets. She usually just preferred to only share them with her significant other. Roy had certainly loved them and she had even caught Jim sneaking a peek once or twice when he thought she wasn't looking. However, they certainly had never had a cock in between them before.

Pam slowly dropped back to her knees but stayed upright enough so that her breasts were about even with Packer's cock. Without any more urging from the man above her, Pam shuffled and leaned forward before using her own hands to hold one of her breasts on either side of Todd's still spit-covered dick. She held her position and let him take the lead.

He immediately began sliding his cock up and down along some of the softest skin he had ever felt. The fact that it was the quiet and kinda bitchy Scranton receptionist he was defiling and that he was the first guy to ever fuck her tits made it even better. He was even more pleased when he didn't even have to tell her to use her tongue on the end of his cock every time it emerged from between her boobs.

While the tit fucking didn't really bring her much in the way of pleasurable sensation, holding her tits around Todd Packer's cock as he thrust it between them did help her slide even further into the feeling of being used that she was after. The fact that she was using an intimate area of her body in such a crude way with an equally crude man had her feeling quite objectified.

The combination of the sensation of the tit job, the prior throat fuck, and the sight of Pam on her knees and taking it all without a complaint so far pushed Packer to the edge faster than he was expecting.

The traveling salesman suddenly pushed Pam back to a lower kneeling position and immediately began furiously stroking his cock.

"Fuck...gonna come..."

He managed to grab a fistful of Pam's hair in his left hand as he stroked with his right. The squelching sound of Packer stroking his sloppy shaft filled the entryway and Pam's ears. She didn't really enjoy facials. The few times she had let Roy cum on her face had been unpleasant and had made her feel degraded. From the way Packer was angling her head she knew one was coming and was surprised to find herself wanting it. Pam Beesly wanted Todd Packer to paint her face with his cum.

She got her wish moments later. With an ape-like grunt, Packer's load suddenly shot out from the tip of his cock. Having doused the faces of most of his conquests, his aim was true. Rope after rope of sticky cum collided with Pam's pretty face. The impact of each rope made her jump slightly despite her eyes being closed. By the time he was finished, Pam's entire face was covered and quickly began to drip in cum. It was a feeling she usually hated, but tonight she relished it.

Pam focused on the feeling of the rapidly cooling cum making its way down her face. She knelt stock still as the viscous bodily fluid oozed down her face. One of her eyes was sealed closed from a wad of cum and her cute face was totally drenched. She felt cum across her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips.

"Don't be shy now...try some."

Pam shyly let her tongue slip out from between her lips and tentatively collected some of the cum around her mouth. The bitter saltiness assailed her taste buds, but being reduced to tasting Packer's cum was appealing to her desperate need to be used and to just forget how fucked up her life currently was.

"You can do better than that. Use your fingers."

Pam obeyed. The topless and kneeling receptionist of Dunder Mifflin Scranton brought her nimble fingers up to her face and set to work scraping Packer's cum into her grip like some sort of twisted, lewd finger painting. She barely hesitated before using her tongue to collect the jizz from her fingers. It was a degrading and humiliating act for Pam. A quick thought of what her parents or sister would think of seeing her like this, on her knees and almost frantically shoveling the cum of a crude man she hardly knew into her mouth, flashed through her mind. What would Isabel say? Or Jim...

"No. I decided to do this for myself. Screw anyone else."

Pam quickly discovered that the taste of cum worked wonders at quelling unwanted thoughts.

"You missed some," she heard Packer say just as she thought she had gotten the majority off her face.

She looked up questioningly and followed Todd's pointing finger to discover a small puddle of cum on the cheap vinyl floor of her entry way. She reached out to collect it with her fingers when Packer spoke again.

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"No fingers. Use your tongue."

The command froze Pam in place for a moment. Eating the cum from her own face was one thing, but licking it up from the floor was...well it was a step even lower. Pam's stomach twisted in the same confusing mixture of excitement and apprehension it had been doing since she first decided to let Packer use her.

"This is what you always wanted and were too scared to ask for Pam," came that devilish voice in her mind once again. "Stop being such a meek, mousy coward."

Pam leaned forward on her knees and lowered her upper body towards the ground. Her skirt stretched against her round ass as she leant forward and Packer watched on with a sneering grin on his face that would have made the Cheshire cat envious. She felt her breasts make contact with the chilly floor and she nearly moaned as she was finally close enough to stick her tongue out and lick.

Her barrette was still holding on to enough of her hair to keep it mostly off the floor as she flattened her tongue against the cheap vinyl and dragged it through the puddle of cum. She instinctively tucked a rogue piece of her bangs behind her ear as she made sure to lick up all the cum that had dripped from her face to the floor.

Once she had gotten it all, she rose back into a kneeling position and looked up at Packer wondering what was next. She was given her answer when she felt Packer toss her discarded blouse onto her head.

"Wipe your face off. I'm not done with you yet."

Pam cleaned her face off as best she could with her blouse. It wasn't exactly absorbent, but she was at least able to wipe most of the remaining jizz and spit residue from her face. She still looked like a mess, but her habit of not wearing much makeup left her looking a little less like a total disaster.

She had barely finished wiping her face off before she felt a hand grip her upper arm and pull her to slightly unsteady feet. Packer maintained a tight grip on her left upper arm to the point that she was almost lifted off the ground on that side. Pam was instantly transported back to a memory of her mom leading her like that back to her bedroom after she was caught smelling of beer and sneaking back in after staying out late at a party with Roy in high school.

The feeling sent a fresh wave of shame through her. She wanted to hate it. She wanted to hate that Packer was leading her by her arm. She wanted to hate that he was making her feel like a teen being led by an angry parent to be punished. She wanted to hate it, but instead she secretly loved it. It was the exact type of treatment she wanted and needed. The type of treatment that was so outside her norms that not even Jim would have recognized her.

It was only a few short steps to her sparse bedroom and then Pam was being shoved onto her bed unceremoniously as Packer hurriedly removed the rest of his clothes.

"Now let's see what kind of ass you've been hiding under those frumpy skirts."

Packer plopped down on the edge of Pam's bed and before she could even register it, he was yanking and tugging her onto his lap until she was laying over his knees. Pam gasped at the treatment and squirmed in his grip. The salesman wasted no time in shoving the receptionist's skirt up and over her ass.

Pam's face burned again at the exposure. Her light pink bikini style panties were now the only thing separating her most private parts from Todd Packer. Packer wasted no time in grabbing a handful of Pam's ass and Pam couldn't help but moan again.

"Damn where've you been hiding this ass?" Todd wondered aloud as he continued to grope Pam's butt.

Pam knew her tits were one of her best features, but she had always been secretly proud of her butt too. It was pleasingly plump for her petite size while remaining perky and toned. It didn't hurt that it was covered in her flawless porcelain skin that was as soft as could be.

After a few moments of groping Pam's ass, Packer suddenly yanked her panties down to fully expose her lower half. A sudden smack sound filled the room as Todd brought one of his meaty paws down in a spank on Pam's ass.

In turn, Pam let out a sound that was halfway between a yelp and a moan. The combination of her lower half being fully exposed to Packer, her ever growing state of being turned on, and the rough treatment kept Pam locked into her desire to be totally used.

"Tell me you're a slut."

The command caught Pam off guard for a moment and she stayed silent.

"You heard me. Say it," Packer ordered as he delivered another hard blow to the receptionist's ass.

"I'm a...I'm a...slut," Pam practically whispered.

The frizzy-haired receptionist bit her lip behind the mess of her hair dangling in front of her face as she was draped over Packer's lap. The feeling of his hands exploring her most private areas, places even Roy hadn't really touched in months, was almost too much for Pam. This was Packer. The smarmy vulgar salesman who made fun of Jim. Jim...this time the thought of him brought a slight smile to her lips. It would make him so mad to see what she was letting Packer do to her right now. She fully expected to have second thoughts when this had all passed but for now another rough smack on her surprisingly plump ass brought her attention back to the present.

"That's right," Todd said. "Say it again. Tell me whose slut you are."

"I'm your slut," Pam replied.

She felt Packer's cock flinch against her lower stomach at her words.

"Fuck yeah...who does your body belong to tonight?"

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Pam was surprised that being made to say such things was adding to the already raging inferno of horniness at her center.

"You. It's all yours tonight Packer."

That must have been enough to get Packer fully hard once again. He suddenly stood while still holding Pam and before she knew it he turned around and unceremoniously plopped her onto the center of her mattress. The mattress that Pam had barely even used since moving in as she most often found comfort sleeping on the couch in front of the TV.

She let out a cute yelp at the sudden repositioning. Packer took a moment to soak in the sight in front of him. A topless Pam Beesly on her back with her skirt wrapped up around her midsection and her panties stretched between her pale thighs. Her hair had half fallen out of her barrette and only added to the disheveled appearance that the blush on her upper chest and the messiness of her post throat fuck face created.

Pam took in a couple deep breaths as she watched Packer ogling her. She didn't do much to return the favor. Her attention was only on his erect shaft. It somehow seemed even larger than when it was being shoved down her throat.

Packer suddenly leaned forward and grabbed one of Pam's legs in each hand and roughly yanked her to the edge of the bed. Pam let out a squeal of surprise that suddenly turned to a fresh wave of nerves as he was obviously about to penetrate her. The salesman pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs and over the gleaming white Keds that Pam just realized she still had on and stepped forward.

A jolt of common sense finally sparked in Pam's mind.

"Wait...do you umm...do you have protection?"

"No need. I got the snip and bang enough pussy to get tested once a week. I'm clean."

Packer let his cock rest on Pam's lower belly and her eyes grew a bit larger at how big it looked against her petite body. The voice of common sense was becoming almost too faint to hear.

"Really want me to stop to find a rubber?" Packer asked as he slapped his dick on Pam's skin several times.

Pam just bit her lower lip and quickly moved her head side to side. The typically shy receptionist raised herself up onto her elbows and watched as Packer rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her glistening pink slit before finding his mark. He slowly penetrated Pam's pussy. He didn't want to miss a second of feeling every inch of her as she slightly squirmed and gasped as she stretched to accommodate him. Pam watched every inch of his bare cock slowly slide into her most intimate area. She couldn't believe that Todd Packer was inside her.

If Pam had been more clear minded, she would have been mortified at how loud of a moan she let out at the feeling of Packer completely filling her up with his cock. There was no way her thin walls contained it. However, that was the last thing on her mind as she squirmed slightly side to side to try and get used to how full she currently felt.

Pam's back arched off the bed as Packer slowly began to withdraw his cock only to thrust it right back into the hilt. The receptionist's cunt was even tighter and hotter than he would have ever expected.

"Fucking hell...did that warehouse asshole ever even touch you?" Packer asked.

Pam was in no position to even answer as Packer surprised her by reaching for her clit. A few strokes later Pam's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as one of the biggest orgasms she could ever remember having washed over her and nearly drowned her in bliss. Her hands twisted into fistfuls of her comforter as she writhed, moaned, and groaned her way through the waves of pleasure.

The sight of Pam coming on his cock was one of the sexiest things Packer had ever seen and was a sight he wouldn't soon forget. That vision only encouraged him to resume his thrusting. The spasming pussy currently enveloping his shaft felt incredible and he wanted more.

Pam was still coming back around from her mind blowing orgasm when Packer changed positions. The salesman leaned forward and braced one knee on Pam's bed as he dropped into a semi-standing missionary position. Feeling Packer's hairy gut and the rest of his body over hers felt more intimate than anything else he had done to her so far that night and Pam was somewhat surprised that it didn't turn her off as much as she thought it would.

Packer continued to fuck Pam from the new position as she felt a second orgasm beginning to build. With a fresh wave of shame, Pam wrapped her legs around Packer's back as he fucked her. She was getting closer and closer to a second orgasm until Packer moved towards her lips in an attempted kiss.

Casino night flashed into her mind. She hadn't kissed anyone since Jim. She had even managed to avoid kissing Roy since then before finally breaking up with him. For some reason, she wanted to keep it that way. It didn't make much sense. Here she was letting Packer use her like a random local bitch he would typically pick up from a bar, but she did not want his lips on hers. It didn't matter that his cock was currently inside of her.

She quickly turned her head to the side and Packer's lips landed on her lower jaw instead. He didn't seem to mind much. He simply began kissing and licking at her jaw before moving up to her ear. His heavy breathing and grunting was loud in her ear as she felt his tongue explore her lobe. She nearly cringed at how intimate it felt but was just relieved she had avoided the kiss on her lips.

Her relief was short-lived however. In fact, her heart nearly stopped when her eyes landed on her nightstand. More specifically, when they landed on the picture frame that she forgot she dug out of a box in a moment of weakness the night before. It was a candid shot of her and Jim laughing together over some stupid joke she couldn't remember at a past Dunder Mifflin Christmas party. Michael had gifted it to her in one of his rare moments of care and sincerity that still always surprised Pam when they happened.

Suddenly, the salesman currently pounding her as he sucked on her neck morphed into Jim in her mind. The mental picture was clear enough to wring a truly authentic moan out of Pam. She could almost feel Jim's more slender and muscular body fucking her instead of the sweaty balding mildly out of shape form of Todd Packer. Her still Ked clad feet crossed behind Packer and squeezed down a bit as she rode the mental image of Jim fucking her. Packer of course took it as a sign that Pam was really loving what he was putting down.

He had to admit that the receptionist was the most prime piece of ass he had fucked in awhile. His mind went back to her words from earlier. She said she wanted to be used and Packer still intended to make sure that happened.

He reluctantly pulled out of Pam's hot, tight pussy and smirked at the whine of disappointment that she let out. Little did he know that it was from losing the mental image of Jim Halpert fucking her.

"Get on all fours bitch," Todd ordered.

The insult reminded Pam of her goal of letting Packer fuck her. It certainly wasn't to use him as some sort of analog for Jim. It was the exact opposite in fact. She pushed thoughts and mental images of Jim to the secret little spot in the back of her mind they usually stayed and reaffirmed herself to being used.

She obeyed and clambered to her hands and knees with her curvaceous ass facing towards Packer. She looked over her shoulder while biting her bottom lip as she felt Packer's hands land on her hips. He pulled her into the perfect position and filled her up once again.

Packer quickly worked back up to a rapid pace and kept a grip nearly tight enough to leave bruises on Pam's hourglass hips. He nearly drooled as he watched the skin of her surprisingly plump ass ripple with each slam of his hips. Being fucked from behind must have been a favorite of Pam's as her moans picked up pace.

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