She found herself wondering about the other Partners. Who, exactly, were Exeter, Nichols, Isaacs, and Smith? Did they already know about her, and what she'd done with Peter?
At exactly seven minutes before 5 o'clock, she left her office, and headed for the recreation room. Peter's receptionist—an attractive redhead, Lucia noticed this time—directed her through Peter's office, and into the rec room.
As she walked through the door, what she saw, stunned her. The room was luxurious, of course, but not ostentatious. It was the simplicity that was so shocking. In the middle of the room, the floor was of polished black marble, illuminated by an array of spotlights. On the black marble, was a single navy blue cushion—the size of a small bed—placed there, she knew, for her knees to rest upon. The dark black marble would provide visual contrast for the semen that would soon be dripping off of her face and body, and onto the floor.
About twenty people were milling around, talking, laughing, drinking, eating light hors d'oeuvres.
Peter, casual in his manner and clothing, walked up to Lucia. "Welcome, Ms. Mayer! So glad you were able to make it. Care for a mimosa? Yes? Here you are." He handed her the drink. His tone was bizarre in its mundaneness, as if this truly was just another casual get together, and not the prelude to an orgy of oral sex.
"Let me introduce you to some of the members of the firm." He gestured to a blocky stump of a man, balding, but energetic. "This is Bob Nichols. Been with the firm for twelve years. Great guy!" Nichols shook Lucia's hand in perfunctory courtesy, but his leering gaze told her that he was already picturing her with her mouth filled with his cock. He wasn't particularly attractive, but had a certain brutish quality that was, at least, interesting.
"Over here we have my old friend, John Exeter." Peter pointed out a man in his early fifties, perhaps. Fit and tan like Peter, but with an arrogant air about him that Lucia found immediately distasteful. This guy was mean and dangerous. Lucia suspected that he was the person ultimately behind all of this—the law firm, the spying, the blackmail. Exeter, glanced in Lucia's direction, eying her up and down with predatory regard. He seemed to like what he saw, and offered her a cold simulacrum of a smile.
"This is Paul Isaacs," Peter said, introducing a young, good-looking guy, perhaps in his early thirties. Slender, lightly tanned skin, and dark, curly hair. "A late arrival at this institution. I think you'll be impressed by his 'credentials.'"
"And finally, here is the 'Smith' of this firm—Mary Smith. She, more than anyone else here, keeps this place humming." Mary was also in her thirties, a stunning woman with dark blonde hair, and green eyes. Her dark green dress looked as though it had been sprayed onto her. Her body was voluptuous, her large, full breasts accentuated by the clingy satin that covered everything, and revealed everything.
Peter then rhythmically clinked his now empty glass with the edge of a small table knife, raising his voice. "May I have your attention, please." He waited mere seconds. The mood of the crowd had changed abruptly, and the party goers were now silent. "This is Lucia Mayer. She has volunteered to be the focus of this evening's entertainment. She is quite lovely, as you can see. Her body is erotically enticing; her lips full; her mouth...deep. " He paused for the briefest of moments, and then said, "Use her as you will."
Paul Isaacs walked up to Lucia. He smiled at her, gave her the lightest of kisses on the lips. Then abruptly he tore open her blouse, sending the buttons flying. She wore no bra. His hands went to her now exposed breasts, kneading them, squeezing and twisting the nipples. He was a little rough. It was perfect, sending pleasurable shockwaves through Lucia's body. She saw a bulge rising in Paul's slacks. As if watching herself in a porn movie, she found herself unzipping his fly, reaching inside, and liberating his rapidly growing cock. She dropped to her knees, on the blue cushion, and brought the phallus to her lips, allowing it to slide into her mouth. It grew ever longer, thicker, harder. She felt it pulsating against her tongue, as it slid in and out. It was beautiful, and she couldn't get enough of it.
She felt something bump against her left cheek. She turned towards it. It was Peter's cock, harder than she'd ever seen it, shining, purplish, absolutely dripping pre-cum. Peter rubbed his cock all over her face, leaving shining streaks on her skin—a harbinger of the deluge she knew would eventually follow.
To her right, another cock was presented to her, and she accepted it, eagerly. It belonged to Bob Nichols. It was thick and hard, and the veins bulged from it. Her jaws had to stretch to accommodate it, but that ache was familiar and welcome.
And so she went back and forth between these three erections, sliding one in and out past her lips that were fast becoming slick with cock drool, while she pumped the other two with her hands. She'd pause, now and again, to lick the underside of each one, sliding along the length of the shaft until she reached the scrotum, tonguing and licking it, as yet more pre-cum dripped into her hair, and onto her face.
She let Peter's cock slip from her mouth, and began rubbing it against her left breast. The nipple crinkled, shiny and wet. She did the same with Bob's cock, on her right. Watching them sliding over her body made her wet with desire. All decorum, all resistance and restraint were leaving her. She wanted only to be used, over and over, endlessly, a mindless, cock-craving, cum-hungry slut. She mumbled this out in a torrent of half-spoken, half grunted words. "Oh my god, I want it; I want your cocks; I want all of them. I want to suck your sperm. I want it in my mouth, on my face, my hair, my tits.
She herself tore the rest of her clothes from her body, and presented on all fours, like an animal. "I want cock in my cunt! Please. Someone put it in my cunt!!" She felt someone plunge into her, from behind. She looked back. It was John Exeter. He looked like some strange demon, as he slammed into her, repeatedly pounding her G-spot. She despised him, but it didn't matter. He pumped relentlessly into her, as her first orgasm welled up inside. She screamed like some sexual beast as it finally ripped through her. Whimpering, she quickly renewed her oral efforts, sucking Paul, Peter, and Bob, with even greater lust, as John's cock continued working in and out of her slit.
Then, as if following some agreed upon signal (perhaps they were), Bob helped her to her feet. Paul laid down on his back. Lucia lowered herself down onto his rigid cock. Then John and Peter presented themselves to her. She grasped a cock in each hand, masturbating them, while Paul fucked her from below. John and Peter's shafts slid easily back and forth in her hands, lubricated now by a steady flow of pre-cum and her own juice.
Lucia suddenly noticed Mary. The blonde had obviously been busy herself, with some of the other men in the room. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared with sweat, and more. She still wore the skin tight dark green dress. Lucia could see that the bodice was dripping with semen. Lucia felt a strange pang of jealousy, thinking, "That cum was supposed to be for me! All the jizz should be mine. I want all of it." But Mary dropped to her knees, on a carpeted area adjacent to the black marble. She eyed Lucia with a look of defiance, as she slid the throbbing shaft of a young man into her mouth. She held Lucia's gaze as she fellated the man, repeatedly bringing him close to orgasm. Other men had gathered round proffering their rigid members to the blonde. Lucia almost forgot the cock in her cunt and the ones in her hands, as she stared at the erections surrounding Mary.
Finally, Mary spoke to her. "Oh, you want these? Very well, you shall have them. And they shall have you. Take this!" She handed Lucia a large, translucent penis-shaped vibrator. "Get off of Paul, and back on your knees, slut. Use this, and you will get what you crave." Lucia did as she was instructed, sliding the vibrator into her cunt. The sensations were exquisite. Mary resumed stroking the cocks that surrounded her. Then standing over Lucia, she began forcing them into the brunette's mouth, pumping faster and faster. Lucia knew that at last, the bukkake was beginning.
Paul, John, Bob, Peter, and a dozen other men now crowded around Lucia. Mary went from one to the next, stroking their cocks, and plunging them in and out of Lucia's ravenous mouth. The vibrator sent wave after wave of pleasure through Lucia's shuddering body. Then Paul's cock, long, huge, and dripping in Mary's hand, shot out an enormous jet of sperm. It covered Lucia's forehead and ran down her face. Paul's next spurt was even bigger. Lucia opened her mouth to catch all that she could, as the jets covered her face, dripping down onto her breasts, rivulets dangling from her rigid nipples. Bob was next, jamming his incredibly thick dick into her mouth. After a few strokes, he pulled out, to blow his load all over Lucia's already jizz-spattered face.
Peter was next. Mary knelt down, alternately fellating him, and rubbing his dripping cock over Lucia's face, mingling his pre-cum with the white goo that was already there. Then she began to furiously stroke him. "Ms. Mayer," he rasped. "Glad to see you are enjoying our...meeting..." His gasping and moaning grew louder, his breathing accelerated, until finally, Peter nearly screamed, as his cum exploded all over Lucia. It went everywhere—on her hair, her face, her tits. Rivulets of it ran onto the black marble floor, like spattered paint. John moved in, allowing Mary to stroke his cock directly in front of Lucia's cum-drenched face. He leaned back, thrusting his hips out. His cock throbbed, swelled, and finally released a torrent of sperm rivaling Peter's, all over her.
