| Straight: Bosses: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Boss (4/5) |
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of two strange men and a female coworker. I then suffered through Gordon stripping me. Maybe it was my revulsion to this whole scene, but I don't think it was sexy at all. Pabst watched the whole time, eyeing me head to toe, focusing on my boobs and my groin. It wasn't lust; she was sizing up the competition. The dim lights concealed my embarrassment, but I was red as a beet. The men soon joined us in our nakedness. "How about you girls working together?" Brown asked. "We work individually," Pabst retorted. At least she still had some sense. The four of us stood gawking at each other in the glow of the computer monitor. Pabst decided it was time to act. She chose Bill Brown. I had Dennis Gordon. In no time at all, Brown mounted Pabst and had her in the missionary position. Her long legs were wrapped around him. I didn't care to see this but I had to admire how hard Pabst worked to secure a new client. Dennis had me lying on my tummy. He kissed my ass a few times, then entered me from behind. I didn't like it, but with the promise of a bonus and promotion I gritted my teeth and bore it. I got up on my hands and knees and looked over at Brown and Pabst. He was banging her like he meant it. The rotten bitch. How many times had I resented her orders at the office? How many times did I see the men leering at her ass? How many times did she cause me to worry for my job? How much did I hate her? Now she had the president of the company between her long legs, her big nipples in motion. I only had the vice president. He pounded me with enthusiasm, but had no style, no class. I could tell he'd have no concern for a woman's satisfaction. That was it. No more second-rate status for me. I'd take charge here. I'd get this new business and teach Cruella a thing or two at the same time. I gazed at Brown as he screwed Pabst. He returned my stare. I made a guttural snarl, my face like a tiger's. "I want to suck your cock," I growled. He pulled out of Pabst, approached me, and inserted himself in my mouth. I hated tasting Pabst but it was worth it; Brown had left her there on her back, abandoned. She was now totally alone, legs still open, a forlorn look on her face. I had both men, one inside and one in my mouth. Pabst looked like a lost puppy. She didn't know what to do; I had stolen her man. She started to rise, but I moved toward her, both men still attached to me, and moved to put her under me. She resisted, but Brown held her ankle, Gordon restrained her by pressing on her right boob, and I lifted one knee over her. Gordon centered her head below his jewels. Pabst and I were now in a 69 position, and I was still the focus of the two men's attention. Here, Cruella. I'm using my sex appeal to charm these men, just like you wanted. And I'm doing it in your face. After a while the men traded positions. Pabst squirmed to get up, but I held her steady underneath me. Brown now entered me from behind and just before he did, Pabst |
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Very Interesting negotiations :-)
