The senior partners looked at Emma appreciatively. They were aware of the good work she was doing, and appreciated this new angle to her. Her confidence was striking- she stood tall and defiant, the tip of her pink tongue exploring the corner of her mouth where lay the salty, dried-in cum that fed her. Senan's blue tie fell between her full breasts, and the shirt fell either side of her body to skim and reveal the dark nipples beneath.
Emma presented a challenge - how would they succeed in dominating her completely? Even as they assessed her, she slipped a finger into her mouth and sucked on it, her brazen eyes meeting theirs, then dragged it down the front of her body to slip it inside of her wet pussy, eager to cum again. Closing her eyes, she gave over to her self-administrations, leaning back against the table to better surrender, and display herself to the team. This was too much - this bitch patronizing them, and their inability to truly own her. She stuck two, then three fingers inside of herself, and in the quiet room the only thing that could be heard was the wet slapping noise of her cunt, and her deep-throated panting.
One of the men could no longer resist, and dropped to his knees in front of her to taste the cream slipping down her legs and coating her hands. She was lost in herself, and didn't change her movements. He licked firmly at her clit, and at her hand when it passed in front of his mouth, his tongue a strong muscle to explore the folds of her most sensitive part. He used his tongue to penetrate her, his nose pressed into her clit to inhale her vanilla-musky-sour scent, his face wet now with her cum. His hands gripped her thighs painfully, adding another element to her mental state. She was starting to orgasm now, building in her tummy, travelling downwards and out through her body, her mind now going black but her vision clouded with a bright light behind her closed eyelids, her mouth open but now silent, a mime of ecstasy. Her hand moved to press lightly on the back of his head, and her leg trembled as she gushed onto his face, whimpering in a quiet voice. He continued to lick at her, cleaning her now, holding her legs firmly.
Finished, she pushed him away but he would not let her go. He continued to lick her and to use his tongue to taste her. She was so sensitive, she could not take anymore of his attention, but still he continued. He was torturing her and he knew it. He held her legs tightly and painfully, his thumbs digging into her soft thighs, spreading them wider, as her body bucked over him. With her hands she tried to push him away but he easily shook her free, and slapped her thigh hard in punishment. Another man knelt on the table behind her and took a wrist in each hand, bending her backwards and painfully holding her down. She came again, a physical reaction she couldn't control, and sobbed as pure liquid came out of her and ran down her legs, to the man beneath her where he now used his hand inside of her, to ruthlessly take control of pussy.
