"Yes," I moan out. "Harder, fuck me harder."
Mr. Barteau picks up the pace and soon I am moaning with a powerful orgasm. I expect my orgasm to pull Mr. Barteau over with me, but he has some staying power.
"Bend over completely and rest those tits on the desk. Then spread your ass cheeks for me."
I do as I am told. The cold surface of the desk bites at my nipples, causing me to shiver. Mr. Barteau's hand shoots forward and grabs the lube. In short order, I feel the cold lube on my backdoor entrance.
"You know, slut, I really liked watching this tight ass hole of yours being filled with that dildo. I was almost disappointed when I didn't get to fuck you right after your performance at Club Thrall," Mr. Barteau tells me as he fingers my ass, spreading the lube.
I take deep breaths, anticipating the pain that will be followed by pleasure.
"Keep your ass spread for me, slut. Show me how much you like a cock up your ass," directs Mr. Barteau as he lines the tip of his cock up with my tight hole. Slowly, he pushes himself in. I keep breathing deeply, feeling the intrusion turn into a welcomed guest.
"You like taking a cock up your ass, don't you slut?"
"Yes," I whimper.
"You like being fucked hard in that tight little hole."
"Yes, fuck me hard." I look down and see Ivan's cock is getting hard again. He makes no effort to pull it out of his pants. He seems to be just enjoying the show.
"You like being a good ass slut, don't you?"
"Yes, please fuck me hard in my ass." This is all the encouragement Mr. Barteau needs. He drives his cock in to the hilt. I let out a wail as both pain and pleasure mix together.
Mr. Barteau does a few slow pumps into my ass and then picks up the pace. My nipples rub hard against the surface of the desk, making occasional clicking noises as my piercings hit the surface. I feel the edge of the desk biting into my hips. Mostly, I feel the complete pleasure of taking a cock up my ass.
I begin moaning, all words leaving me. I want desperately to rub my fingers over my clit, but both my hands are occupied keeping my ass cheeks spread. Mr. Barteau is grunting and breathing hard.
"You want this tight hole of yours filled cum, don't you?"
"Yes," is the only word I can get out.
Mr. Barteau groans, grips my arms hard, and I feel his load fill me. He doesn't move right away, forcing me to maintain my position over Ivan's desk. Finally, after several deep breaths, Mr. Barteau stands up. He puts his hand on the center of my back, holding me down.
"Don't move, slut. Keep spreading your ass for me. I want a few pictures of your tight little hole all stretched out by my cock." I hear more rustling of clothing as Mr. Barteau pulls his boxers and pants up and retrieves his phone.
"That's it slut, keep those cheeks spread," Mr. Barteau orders. I hear the clicking noise his phone makes every time he takes a picture. "Hey, Ivan, do you mind if your desk gets a bit messy?"
"Go for it, Jack," Ivan agrees as he moves the stack of papers and laptop on his desk to the floor. He shoves his desk phone to one corner of his desk and desk lamp to the other corner.
"Hop on Ivan's desk, slut. Don't let any of my cum fall out until you're squatting on his desk."
I climb up on Ivan's desk, presenting my ass to Mr. Barteau, while getting into a squatting position.
"I'm going to record my cum falling out of your ass, slut. Spread those cheeks and show me," demands Mr. Barteau.
I do as I am told. My legs are spread in a way that I know Ivan can see my spread pussy while Mr. Barteau can see my spread ass. My wetness clings to my inner thigh in long, sticky strings. It doesn't take long before the cum is spilling out of my ass and pooling on the desk.
"That's it, you little ass slut, let all the cum out. Show me how much I shot up your ass."
I feel a few more globs leave my ass, and look down to see a large pool of cum under me. Mr. Barteau unexpectedly pushes me forward, causing Ivan to shoot out both of his hands to keep me from tumbling forward.
Mr. Barteau seems unaware or unphased by this. I hear him say, "Slut, I am going to enjoy this video later. That's it, keep those ass cheeks spread nice and wide. Show me how stretched that tight hole of yours is."
"Pass your phone to me. I want to record her pussy. It's so wet," Ivan says as he helps me to a more upright position.
I watch the phone be passed between the two men. "Okay, babydoll, open that pussy of yours wide. Show Jack how wet he made you."
Spreading my legs wide, I watch as Ivan moves the phone closer to my pussy.
"Did Jack get you nice and wet, babydoll?" Ivan asks as he slides his finger through my slit.
"Yes," I hiss and use my hands to brace myself.
Ivan inserts his finger into me and moves it around so my pussy makes squishing noises. Pulling his finger out, he aims the phone on it, showing how wet it is. Mr. Barteau walks around the desk to get a better view.
"Fuck, she is wet. This slut loves to be used in every way," comments Mr. Barteau.
"Lick it," commands Ivan as he pushes his finger between my lips. I take his finger all the way in and suck it like I had just sucked his cock.
I hear the door open and wonder if I am about to be tossed under the desk by Ivan.
"Where was my invitation?" I hear Aman laugh. "I didn't even know you had a slut in your office. Shit, the slut's made a real mess on your desk."
"Shut the door, Aman. I don't need Carla seeing this."
Aman laughs and I hear the click of the door.
Mr. Barteau looks at his smartwatch and says, "Ivan, this was fun. An excellent meeting really, but I have a flight to catch. We'll catch up on other details later."
Ivan ends the recording and hands the phone back to Mr. Barteau.
"Thank you, Mr. Barteau," I say dutifully.
Mr. Barteau only smiles at me while placing his phone back in his pocket. He buttons his pants and redoes his belt. On his way out, I hear a murmur of acknowledgement to Aman, and then a click of the door shutting.
"Come on, babydoll, let's get you down from there," Ivan says as he grips my arms to help me step down.
Aman makes his way around the desk and grabs my other arm to help stabilize me while my legs adjust.
"So this is what happens when all of us leave you early in the morning. You show up demanding cock?" laughs Aman.
"Daphne came too," I counter.
"Where's Natasha?" asks Aman.
"What time is it?"
"Almost noon."
"She's probably just getting up now. You should call her and tell her to come here."
Aman escorts me into Ivan's private bathroom. It just has a sink and toilet. I use a wet paper towel to clean myself up as well as I can.
"Does Aarav know you're here?" Aman asks while watching me clean up.
"Yup, I went to see him first. But he already had his cock buried deep in his secretary."
"Oh damn. Did you freak Cary out?"
"Yes. I know I am going to read some sex advice column online that starts with 'My boss's fiance caught me having sex with him and she encouraged me to keep going. What do I do?'."
Aman laughs and says, "I think he's only been fucking her for two weeks now. She went through a nasty divorce or something. You've probably ruined his lunchtime fuck now."
"Oh well. There's always your secretary."
"Mindy? She'd bend over in a heartbeat, but that donkey laugh of hers kills any boner."
"Not nice, Aman," I reprimand as I pull a wad of paper towels from the dispenser and get it damp.
"You say that now, but you haven't heard Mindy's laugh. Don't judge me until you hear it."
I smile at Aman and move out of the bathroom with the wad of paper towels in hand. Moving to Ivan's desk, I wipe up the now drying cum spot. Ivan uses bleach wipes to sanitize his desk.
"I'm surprised you didn't join Mr. Barteau in fucking me."
"I am down for DP any time, but Jack seemed to have a very specific idea in mind. I like happy investors and you and your tight ass was making him really happy."
I lean forward and peck Ivan on the cheek. "That's what I'm here for."
"Put your clothes on, babydoll. I don't need Carla coming back seeing a naked woman in my office. She does good work and I don't want to hire someone new."
Sticking out my tongue, I scoop my clothes up from the side of Ivan's desk. As I pull my top on, I hear Aman talking to Natasha on the phone.
"Natasha get your ass out of bed and come to Erickson Industries."
I wrap my skirt around my waist, snap, and zip it shut.
"Yes, there is still plenty of cock left for you. Namely mine. Tanvi just got fucked by Ivan and Jack Barteau."
Aman listens a minute and smiles. He responds, "I assume Jeremy's still got his cock buried in her."
Whatever Natasha says next makes Aman snort. "What can I say, the early birds get the cocks. Now hurry up and get here. I want to go to lunch. All of us will go once you get here."
Aman listens to something else Natasha says. He responds with, "Love you too."
Love? That was new. I don't think I had ever heard Aman and Natasha say that to one another. I give a raised eyebrow look to Ivan. He shakes his head warning me to say nothing. He was probably right. Natasha will talk to me when she is ready.
Aman texts everyone to meet in Ivan's office so we can go to lunch. Aarav comes sauntering in right away and heads toward me.
"Hey, babe," he says as he kisses me.
"Hi hun. Hope I didn't ruin your arrangement with your secretary."
"Nah. If anything I think you got her wetter."
"You're welcome then."
Johnny comes in next. He works on the floor below. The other guys had made sure to get him an upgraded office. I loved that they spoiled my sensitive and thoughtful boyfriend. He deserved it.
Aarav releases me and gives me a gentle push toward Johnny.
"Hey there, darlin'. Loving your outfit," Johnny greets me with a hug.
Reaching up, I give him a kiss and say, "Hi Johnny."
He pulls open my top, revealing both my breasts. "This top is so much fun," Johnny murmurs as he leans forward and takes a moment to suck on each of my nipples, making sure to tug on each piercing. "Later, I am going to take some fun pictures of you wearing this top."
Aarav comes behind me, placing his hands at my hips, and says, "Why don't we get you those pictures at the restaurant, Johnny. There are so many fun ways to grab her tits in this top," Aarav says as he slides his hands through the sides of my top and grips both my breasts."
"I like that idea," Johnny agrees as he slides the zipper half way up my skirt. "It looks like we could get some fun pictures under her skirt too. I swear, I am going to need a new phone just to take pictures of this woman."
"Charge it to the company. Say it's for security reasons," Aarav responds.
"Natasha just texted. She's waiting down in the parking garage for us. We just need Jeremy and Daphne," announces Aman.
"When I left her with Jeremy, he didn't waste any time getting her naked," I note.
"Those two are worse than rabbits," laughs Aman. "Come on, let's pry them apart so we can eat."
Our group heads towards Jeremy's office. His door is closed. Jeremy's secretary is no longer wearing her earbuds as she quickly types away on her computer.
"Em, are those two still going at it?" inquires Ivan.
"Nope, they quit fucking about a half hour ago. I think she's still helping him with some computer shit. That girl is a serious computer nerd. I shut the door because half the stuff she was saying made no sense to me. The fucking I can handle. All that nerd talk gave me a headache."
I liked Em. If I wanted to know anything going on in the office, she was going to be the first person I became friendly with.
Ivan opens Jeremy's office door. We all lean in to get a better view. Daphne's dress is on the floor in front of Jeremy's desk. She's sitting in his office chair, her tongue clamped between her lips, as she furiously types away on Jeremy's laptop. Jeremy stands behind her watching the screen, and probably Daphne's boobs shake while she types.
"How do I arrange for naked tech services?" asks Ivan.
"Ivan!" Daphne hops up from the chair, runs across the office, and jumps into Ivan's open arms. "You and Jeremy left too early this morning," she pouts.
"I have plenty of time to make it up to you. Now get dressed. Natasha is waiting for us in the parking garage. We're all going out to eat."
***
Johnny signed out one of the company's SUVs and drove us just out of the city to a nicer restaurant.
It was not a quiet ride. Jeremy, Ivan, and Daphne all sat in the back row. It didn't take long before Daphne was riding Ivan's cock and letting everyone in the confined space know just how much she was enjoying it.
Once we parked at the restaurant, Daphne pokes her head through the head rests, and asks, "Do one of you have some tissues or something?"
"Maybe you'll just have to walk into the restaurant with cum dripping down your legs, slut," Natasha responds in a singsong tone.
"She might have to," agrees Johnny. "I don't have anything for you, Daphne."
"Slut test," smirks Aman.
"You guys are the worst," complains Daphne.
"We all had to listen to you moan your way to an orgasm. Now we get to watch the consequences of your back seat fuck rolling down your legs," Aarav piles on.
"This is all of your guys' fault. Don't leave without fucking your sluts first. That's just uncalled for," retorts Daphne.
I shrug and respond, "I usually just swallow. Way cleaner that way."
Johnny, not wanting Daphne to become too upset, says, "Just wait in the vehicle and I'll bring you out some napkins."
"Johnny is the only nice one out of all of you."
"I know," I agree, "it's why he's my boyfriend."
Johnny shakes his head and hops out of the vehicle. Turning around, he pops his head back in through the open door. "All of you come in with me and get us a table."
Aarav opens the door and gets out, I slide out after him and Natasha follows me. Aarav wraps his arm around my upper back and slides his hand in through the side of my top. We walk forward together, Aarav making no effort to remove his hand from my breast as we walk.
I watch Natasha move around us and sidle up next to Aman. He slides his hand under her short skirt and squeezes her ass cheek. Leaning over, he whispers something into Natasha's ear. She smiles and nods at Aman.
Inside the restaurant, I hear Johnny ask, "Could we have a table for eight? Some of us are still coming. Also, could I have some napkins? I spilled my drink in the car and wanted to get it cleaned up right away."
The hostess is only half looking at Johnny. She is side-eyeing Aarav and me, looking at Aarav's hand inside my top, covering my tit. I look back at the hostess with a smile.
"Certainly, sir. I'll seat the rest of your party and then get you those napkins," the hostess says, not letting the look on her face show in the tone of her voice. The hostess brings us to our table. It's off in a corner and two tables are pushed together to accommodate our group size.
Once the hostess walks away with Johnny following her, Aarav says, "Place all the women so their backs are to everyone in the restaurant. I want a show while I eat."
Aman directs Natasha and me to take seats in the middle portion of the tables. We leave a spot free next to me for Daphne. Aarav sits down across from me and Aman next to Natasha.
In just a few minutes, Daphne, Ivan, Jeremy, and Johnny all approach our table. I grab Daphne's hand and pull her down next to me. Jeremy, Johnny, and Ivan all sit across from us.
Natasha's hand movement catches the corner of my eye. I turn to watch her unbutton her blouse. She leaves only a few buttons done over her lower stomach. From my vantage point, I can see Natasha's full breast. I reach down and unsnap the buttons on both sides of the straps holding the front and back of my top together. We both turn to look at Daphne. She smiles and unzips her dress almost down to her belly button.
Johnny looks around while rising up in his seat to pull his phone out of his pocket. "Hey, ladies, slide together for a picture. Make sure everything is on display."
Daphne, Natasha, and I all move close together. Natasha parts her top and Daphne does the same to her dress. I push my top up to reveal all of my breasts. The top slides down my back, and I smile at the idea that the patrons behind me might realize what's going on because of how
I am currently wearing my top. We wrap our arms around one another. I am sure to grip both Natasha's and Daphne's breasts. Johnny keeps clicking pictures. Daphne and Natasha lean forward and each take one of my nipples into their mouths.
Johnny quickly sets his phone down and signals for us to cover up. Right as I get my top over my breasts, I hear a waitress ask, "Hi everyone. I'm your waitress. What would you like to drink?"
After our drinks are ordered, Johnny says, "Let's see under those skirts."
I watch as Natasha reaches up her skirt and pulls down her thong and slides them over her feet. Her skirt flips up completely as she does this, revealing her pussy with a neatly shaved patch of hair. Aman slides his finger through her pussy and has Natasha lick the wetness of his finger.
Daphne and I pull up our skirts (dress, in Daphne's case) and spread our legs. I rest one leg on top of Daphne's leg and the other on top of Natasha's. Natasha rests her leg on top of Aman's leg. Johnny sticks the phone under the table and turns it sideways to adjust the view. He clicks several pictures.
"Okay, all of you stand up and move together for a group photo," Johnny directs.
We stand up, each of us subtly pulling out our tits. Daphne and Natasha cross their arms over my shoulder while using their other hand to pull up their skirts. I use both my hands to pull up my skirt. I know each of us has a devious smile on our face as we pose for the picture.
Johnny quickly sets his phone down and signals for us to all sit down.
"Getting some girl shots, huh?" asks the waitress as she sets down our drinks. "Let me know if you need help with a group shot."
"Thanks, we will," smiles Daphne.
"What would you like to order?"
Ha, I didn't even know what was on the menu. Aarav speaks up and orders something for the both of us. Aman does the same for Natasha and Jeremy places an order for Daphne.
Once the waitress leaves again, Aarav turns to Daphne and says, "I'd really like to see your lips around my cock right now. Think you could do that for me, slut."
Daphne looks anxious for a moment and glances at Jeremy. He raises one eyebrow at her as if to say "Well..."
"Don't worry, Daphne. Natasha and I will keep anyone from seeing you."
"Go for it, girl," Natasha coaxes Daphne. "It'll be fun. You'll get all turned on again, and we'll get to listen to you fuck Jeremy on the drive home."
Daphne looks around, seeing if we've drawn any attention from the other patrons. Satisfied that no one has noticed us, yet, she quickly gets under the table. I feel her body brush across my legs as she makes her way to Aarav.
Watching Aarav, I know the exact moment Daphne has taken his cock into her mouth. His head falls back, eyes partially close, and his breathing becomes more pronounced. Johnny is aiming his phone at Aarav's crotch, recording the blow job in progress.
The waitress returns. "Hey there, sorry to bother you. It seems the kitchen is out of arugula. Would you like a different salad?"
Aarav looks up, working to set his face to a neutral expression. His arms are under the table, presumably holding Daphne in place. Clearing his throat, Aarav says, "Whatever salad is easiest for your chef."
Jeremy is leaning back, appearing casual, but I can see his eyes scan under the table. There is a smirk on his face. Johnny is still recording, but making it look like he's reading something on his phone.
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