The hard cocks available are no more than average in any way. It is something I can't help doing. After those days at that man's house, after all that fucking and sucking, after being opened to anal, deepthroat, double-penetration, and airtight, but especially after all those big black cocks, my eyes perform a comparison like an obsessed woman on a strict diet automatically gages portion sizes. It is not at all that size really matters. Size has its effects and those effects are wonderful to experience but it is not everything. And for me, someone whose pleasure comes as much from giving pleasure as much as the cock I experience, the size is an unconscious gaging to determine my approach and variation potential for the experience to follow. I immediately know with these men that all of my holes can be easily used.
I expect to be put on the table in some way and I am. I am boosted up, sitting on the edge of the table. I lay back, my legs dangling over the edge. The first man, the marketing and administration guy, raises my ankles to his shoulders. For a moment he gazes at my open and exposed bald pussy. I know I am dripping wet. I know the lips are probably parted with anticipation and readiness. My eyes boldly seek his as the head of his cock contacts my pussy and parts the opening. I smile at him, a hungry, lusty smile of offering and encouragement. His eyes captured in my gaze; he slams his cock fully into me. His fucking is aggressive and strong and he doesn't slow for several minutes. Then, he pulls out and I seek out the next man to take my legs over his shoulders. I look into his face gazing at my pussy. The emptiness I feel is reflected by the empty hole of my pussy. I clench my muscles as if there is a cock inside and I know my pussy is calling to the man, opening and closing before his eyes. He slams his cock into me and resumes fucking me strongly. The third is the same and the rotation is established. Several minutes, approximately, as nobody refers to a clock or watch, they simply fuck. Each man grunting, gasping, groaning. My own gasps and moans join theirs unabashedly, unconcerned about noise, unconcerned about the wall of glass or the tall windows on the opposite wall.
A sense of increased urgency develops as the fucking rotates through the men. When not fucking me, the men begin stimulating me with hands and fingers, mauling my breasts, pinching, pulling, twitching, and rolling my nipples, and doing similar actions to my clit. I cry out loudly as the orgasm crests and my body lurches on the table surface. My hips rise up and I feel my thighs roughly pulled back into the man as he spurts cum into my spasming, clutching pussy. He pulls out and another cock begins plowing my quaking pussy with the same determination.
With three loads of cum filling my pussy, the last of the men staggers back and collapses into a chair against the glass wall. My legs hang limply over the edge of the table. I am gasping from my own experience, an orgasm that peaked and repeatedly peaked as each man drove for his sequential climax. I slide off the table to my feet. I knew I wasn't done. I didn't want to be done. Mr. Baldwin only told me what was happening. He didn't set boundaries about what was happening. But I knew the expectation was to fully sate the desires of these men. It was a reward but was also manipulation, control, buying their allegiance and loyalty. At this moment, I was a tool and I would be a very effective tool.
All three men are sagging in chairs. I step to each of them, bend over to kiss them, offer my thanks for their seed, and feel their hands invariably cup my hanging breasts. I then step to Mr. Baldwin, the only one still dressed, though his cock is out, hard, and clutched in his hand. I smile down at him, lightly caress it with my fingertips, but continue moving to the bar where I refill glasses and distribute them to the men. Then, as the other men relax, recover, I kneel before Mr. Baldwin and take his cock in my mouth. After two strokes with my mouth, I take him fully into my throat. I look up and he smiles at me.
I quietly ask, "Are you pleased, sir?"
"Very pleased." The next he whispers, "Now... show these men what a slut you really are. Fuck me with your ass."
"Gladly, sir!" I leap up and turn my back to him. I step backward with my legs on the outside of his. When I am over his hips, I grasp his cock between my legs and sink my pussy over it, taking his cock deep inside. He whispers in my ear, again. I giggle, "Lubrication, sir." He chuckles and pinches my nipples as I rise up and off his cock only to shift slightly to sit back down, wiggling my ass and his cock until I feel it pressing at my tight asshole. I grunt as I press the head past my sphincter. He groans, I gasp and grunt as I press my body down harder on his cock, slowly sinking over its length, it moves deeper and deeper into my anal passage.
Seated on his thighs, I rise up and drop back down. The men in front of us are agape at the display as they realize my coming off and back down took him in my asshole. Mr. Baldwin, to leave nothing to assumption, opens his legs wider, which opens my legs wider. His fingers pry open my pussy lips and hole, displaying my empty pussy to them. I couldn't help but give the men a wicked smile but I was quickly consumed with the lust rebuilding to another orgasm and a need I could feel from Mr. Baldwin's straining beneath me. His fingers continued to stimulate me, rubbing my clit, dipping into my pussy, pinching and twisting my nipples. That man in the house told me I was an anal slut when I orgasmed during anal fucking without other stimulation. I didn't know such a thing was possible but anal has been exciting since being introduced to it by him. I knew I was going to orgasm in front of these powerful men and I wanted to. But, only part of the reason was my own pleasurable experience. Mr. Baldwin was the alpha among these men and I wanted to reinforce that with the most powerful orgasm, yet.
When my orgasm broke over me, my body shook violently. My eyes rolled back for a moment but Mr. Baldwin's thrusting up into me and finger manipulation never ceased. My ass clamped around his cock like a vise. He came at that moment. We both strained, bodies tensed and rigid, quaking with built-up energy suddenly being released. I collapsed back into him, my legs obscenely spread, cum leaking from around our joined parts. I could feel his ragged breath in my hair. I slowly sat upright, then stood, his cock dragging out of my cum-filled ass. I turned my back to the others and bent over to kiss Mr. Baldwin. "You were magnificent as always, sir. Thank you." He smiled back to me while his fingers pinched my nipples hard enough to make me flinch slightly.
He whispers to me, "You are showing your gaping, cum filled hole to them."
I smile wickedly, "I know." It was all a thrill, especially that it all pleased him by being the slut he desired me to be.
Another drink and this time I joined them. I sat across Mr. Baldwin's lap, my legs hanging over the arm of the chair. The men talked. I was a plaything and so remained quiet. Mr. Baldwin's fingers played over my body. When his fingers went to my pussy, I dropped one leg to the floor to give him the access he wanted. I purred as he played at my pussy. Occasionally, he would dip a finger inside, then bring it up to my lips. It was a fun game and it had the desired effect on the other men. Mr. Baldwin, too. His hard cock was pressing into my butt.
He apparently felt it was time, too. He pats my thigh for me to rise. He mutters loud enough for all of us to hear, "We need more room. I have some ideas for us to use her."
The men look at me. I shrug my shoulders. I have no idea what he has in mind. But I smile. Whatever it is, I am sure it will be different and exciting.
I follow him out of the conference room. The conference room is walled by glass. It is very open and exposed. Yet, leaving it somehow feels very exposing as the other men and I follow Mr. Baldwin out into the open common area between their offices and past Sarah's cubicle. Then, I see what he is doing. He is going to the visitor reception area and the sofa. The other men are visibly nervous. They are next to the door leading out into the rest of the building. I remember Sarah confirming with Mr. Baldwin that she would engage an additional lock that even the cleaning and security people couldn't open.
I feel my body slowly release the tension of the change in the situation but I then feel it heighten, again. I put nervousness about the door away and the anticipation of what Mr. Baldwin has conjured up replaces it. I don't look but two of the men stop next to me and their hands rub my ass. I don't look because Mr. Baldwin has made eye contact with me and there is a mischievous grin on his face. His cock is semi-hard, sticking out in front of him. He is bigger than the others by a couple inches. There I go again, thinking about size. But I smile. I do so enjoy having a cock like that to please... and enjoy.
My hands drop and they find the cocks of the two men next to me. They are both hard. My own body is energized... ready for anything Mr. Baldwin might have in mind... whatever it is... suggestion to the men... expectation for me. The difference is thrilling. I know that whatever he is thinking he expects me to do and I am certain to fulfill because he expects it. It is impossible for my pussy and body to be more ready but a new warmth floods me. But my pussy has already had three loads of cum and my ass one load. My nipples are as hard as pebbles, my clit is engorged, my pussy and ass are leaking, and my inner thighs are slick with combined juices. I return his mischievous smile. I am ready for anything.
