"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.