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  By the time I finally reached the cabin the anger and resentment had worn off and I was just plain tired-and sore. I was going to have to get pads for my knees, I thought wryly, if this was to be a common thing, otherwise I would have calluses in no time at all. I wasn't hungry, no huge surprise considering the cum I'd swallowed.

  Lyle hadn't told me to cook, so I assumed they would cook for themselves or eat out. In fact, he'd said before that I was to 'expect company' at any time, which seemed to indicate that there was no telling whether any one of them would show up.

  I went upstairs and discovered that someone had been to the cabin after I'd left with Lyle. The ordinary bedroom had been transformed into their notion of a playroom and it was obvious that someone, or maybe all of them, were 'in' to kink, a little bit of bondage--no telling what else.

  I still had no idea what most of the things in the bedroom were for, but my imagination was running wild with speculation and every erogenous zone on my body was throbbing like hell.

  I should have been horrified. In another life I would have been, but I'd just spent an hour and a half sucking six different cocks and I was too tired and too damned horny to be shocked or even unnerved. Stripping out of the clothes I'd worn, I managed my first really deep breath since I'd put the damned bustier on and went in to take a long, hot soak. Toiletries had been provided. I selected a scent I liked and poured a generous dollop in the tub as it filled.

  I was still achy when I emerged, but not from sore muscles.

  I was horny.

  I doubted I would ever be mistaken for a lady, but ordinarily I disassociated myself from such crudities and it wouldn't have occurred to me to think of horny and myself at the same time. There'd been nothing ordinary about my day, however, and I'd never been so close to culmination so many times in a row in my life without actually reaching it.

  Try as I might, I couldn't get my mind off of my ache for more than a handful of minutes at the time.

  It didn't make things one whit easier for me when I returned to the bedroom and discovered I didn't have so much as a single pair of panties or a single bra--nothing to wear but clothes pretty much like I'd worn all day and couldn't be comfortable in--or negligees that looked like they'd been made out of tissue paper.

  I stared at the nighties.

  Lyle had said that I was to be ready for company anytime. Obviously, he meant it. Sighing, feeling more than a little hopeful actually, I pulled a black 'veil' over my head and went down to the kitchen to look for food. I still wasn't very hungry. I was too wired, but I finally settled on a sandwich and went into the great room to stare at the TV for a few hours.

  No one showed up. As it grew later and later and it was born in upon me that nobody would, depression settled over me. I could finish myself up, or I could go to bed horny.

  I resisted the temptation to finish myself off by virtue of the fact that I wanted cock. Finger just wasn't going to get it, especially not my own.

  By the following morning when I arrived for work, the hum in my body was so distant I might not have been aware of it at all except for the way I was required to dress. My breasts felt very exposed with no bra and my nipples puckered and stayed that way from the moment I donned the bustier. They were so sensitive that almost every breath I took stimulated them with the whisper light brush of the top I was wearing.

  My cunt took almost constant stimulation, as well--the tickle of a breeze as I got into and out of the car, my thighs rubbing together.

  The office was humming when I arrived. It seemed almost as if electricity sizzled in the air. I thought I was imagining it at first, but realized fairly quickly that something had charged everyone.

  Stuart looked up as I drew level with his open door and crooked a finger at me. Thinking he had something for me to do, I went in. He rose and came around his desk as I approached it.

  Without a word, he pushed my top up and lowered his head to suck one of my nipples. My head swam at the heat that rushed through me. Taking my hand, he cupped it over his erection and guided me until I was stroking him through his trousers. He slipped his hand between my thighs then and began to stroke my cleft, teasing my clit until electric surges were jolting through me.

  When he'd leisurely sucked both nipples and had me thoroughly wet, he lifted his head and smiled lazily. I had to lock my knees to stay upright when he set me aside and moved back around the desk.

  "Bring me a cup of coffee."

  Although I usually brought everyone coffee in the morning, it took my frying brain a couple of seconds to interpret the request. Finally, I managed to nod and left. Victoria gave me a frozen stare as I went past her and directly to the coffee pot. After stowing my purse, I filled two cups with shaking hands and headed back down the hallway. Stuart was on the phone when I reached his office again. As I leaned over to set his cup carefully on his desk, he slipped his hand beneath my skirt once more, stroking my cleft. I froze, hardly daring to breathe as he pushed his finger inside of me, thrusting it slowly in and out, stroking my g-spot. Finally, when I was just about ready to pass out, he withdrew his finger, patted my bare ass and made a flicking motion with his hand.

  I'd been dismissed. Shaking now, it took an effort of concentration for me to balance the other cup all the way to the office across the hall. "Close the door," Billy commanded as I entered his office.

  When I'd set his cup down, he grasped me around the waist and hoisted me onto his desk top. Pushing my thighs wide, he stroked my cunt for several moments, studying it and finally slipped his hands beneath my buttocks, lifting my hips up as he lowered his head. I jerked all over when I felt the heated stroke of his tongue on my cleft.

  It felt so good I felt faint. A moan of pleasure seemed to bubble in my chest, but I remembered he'd stopped the day before the moment I moaned and I restrained myself with an effort, held perfectly still, hoping he'd keep right on stroking and sucking my clit until I came.

  The buzzer on his desk went off when I'd almost reached the summit.

  Lifting his head, Billy helped me off the desk and turned his attention to the intercom.

  Wobbly kneed, I managed to make it out of his office and back down the hall for more coffee.

  The others ignored me when I took their coffee to them. I felt like screaming. I'd been so close and now my body was cooling and leaving me with nothing but the same remorseless twinges that had plagued me most of the previous day.

  Thoroughly shaken, I went to the restroom to freshen up, splashing water over my face to cool it. I was tempted to try it on my pussy, but it was so hot the idea of anything cold touching it made me cringe.

  With an effort, I pulled myself together and went to work.

  Midmorning, Victoria was summoned to Lyle's office. Again I heard her whining complaints and denials, wailing. She came out a little over an hour later, white faced, collected her purse from her desk and strode out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

  I paused, wondering what it meant. Had she just gone to lunch? Or was she gone for good? And, if she'd been discharged, what did that mean to me? Was I off the hook?

  Carrying a stack of folders, Colin sauntered to the front desk and settled there.

  Thoroughly mystified, I went back to what I'd been doing.

  Around eleven, Lyle buzzed the different offices, collected food requests and ordered take out for everyone, giving the person on the phone directions and a specific time for delivery.

  Colin rose from the desk out front, stretched and sauntered to the front door of the office. Locking it, he turned the sign in the window that read 'out to lunch', set the hands on the little fake clock and strolled toward the back. Grasping my wrist as he passed me, he led me to the conference room.

  My belly was tied in knots by the time we arrived, moisture and heat already gathering in my nether regions.

  I was like Pavlov's dogs. All they had to do was summon me to the conference room and straight away I was wet.

  Everyone else wa
s already gathered when we arrived. I saw that they'd drawn straws. I supposed they were deciding on the order. I was totally confused, though, when Lyle, Stuart and Michael each pulled out a coin and tossed it. The other three called heads or tales and they examined the results.

  Apparently having settled everything, they turned to look at me expectantly.

  Lyle flicked his finger toward my clothes. I knew it meant remove them, but I considered playing dumb--for about five seconds. The moment his dark brows began to descend with displeasure, I hastened to pull the blouse and skirt off.

  Colin propped his buttocks on the edge of the conference table and fished a condom out of his pocket. Both surprise and anticipation flickered through me. Obviously, he meant to fuck me and I needed it so badly!

  It occurred to me when I glanced around at the others that the condom was probably as much to prevent sloppy seconds, and thirds, as it was for protection, but I wasn't the least put off by it. Surely, if I was to go several rounds, I'd get my cookie even if they didn't make any effort to help me along.

  Lyle summoned me with the crook of his finger. Swallowing with an effort against the pulse pounding in my throat, I moved to face him. He unzipped his trousers as he had the day before, pulling his engorged cock through the opening. "Bend," he said when I started to get on my knees.

  Chapter Four

  I straightened again, bending at the waist. Colin's hand caressed my buttocks, then slipped along my cleft. Struggling to draw moisture into my mouth, I swallowed convulsively and opened my mouth over Lyle's cock, sucking the head as I had the day before and then slipping the throbbing member slowly inside my mouth, deeper and deeper until I could take no more.

  The finger stroking my cleft was replaced by the head of a cock. Pushing my legs wider, Colin positioned himself and thrust, sinking the head of his cock into my opening. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I sucked the cock in my mouth with a will. Moving slowly at first, Colin began to work his cock deeply inside of me in the thrust and retreat needed to saturate his cock with my juices so that he could slide fully into me. I hesitated at my task as he claimed me fully, ground his pelvis against my buttocks, wondering how this was going to work.

  He showed me, setting the rhythm. Each thrust pushed my face down into Lyle's lap so that his cock filled my mouth. With each retreat, I lifted my head, allowing it to slide out. I had to brace my hands on the chair on either side of Lyle's legs as Colin's thrusts became more and more frenzied until he was pounding into me. My body tightened, coiled toward release. I felt Lyle's cock jerk as he began to climax and sucked him more frantically, trying to reach my own.

  Abruptly, Colin's cock began to spasm with release, as well. My heart seemed to stop. A split second later, my body exploded in culmination. I was so weak with release, all I could do for several moments afterwards was lay my head in Lyle's lap, trying to catch my breath. Finally, I pushed myself upright.

  Apparently, I looked like I was about to pass out. Lyle pushed me back onto the conference table. I wavered for several moments, trying to sit upright and finally leaned back, dropping an arm over my eyes.

  Someone lifted my legs. I felt the heat and moisture of a tongue on my cleft and realized it had to be Billy. He seemed addicted to the taste of my pussy. Or maybe he just liked pussy?

  My body, so recently sated, refused to respond at once, but could not ignore the stimulus. After only a few moments, I felt a new surge building. A moan escaped me.

  The sucking on my clit that was driving me into a frenzy stopped.

  I lifted my head as Billy caught my hand, urging me to get up.

  When I'd slipped off of the table, he took a seat in one of the chairs, pulled his cock from his pants and fitted a rubber over it. I stared at it blankly. I was supposed to suck through the rubber?

  Catching me around the waist, he buried his face in my mound once more, all too briefly, then turned me around. "Sit."

  I looked back at him and saw that he was holding his erection. Straddling his legs, I moved back, slowly lowering my body onto his cock. When I'd finally taken him fully inside of me, I looked up to discover Stuart standing in front of me. With deliberation, he unzipped his fly and produced his cock.

  Heads or tails suddenly made sense to me. I was to do them all in pairs. One got head, the other got tail.

  The new position put more stimuli on an entirely different area of my channel, I quickly discovered. Within moments, I felt myself building toward yet another climax. This time, I came before either Stuart or Billy. My throes of passion seemed to set them both off, though, because the moment I started sucking frantically at Stuart's cock and my pussy began to quake with culmination, both of them went off almost as explosively as I did.

  I was allowed to rest and recover in Billy's lap … either that or he was simply in no great hurry to pull his cock out of me.

  I suspected the latter, because when I finally did move to rise, his cock was already semi-hard again.

  The chimes at the door announced the arrival of lunch. I was just wondering if I was to be allowed to recover for a little while before serving Michael and Charles, when Michael led me to the table, pushed me face down on it and thrust his cock into me. I was so sated, my body was sluggish to react. I'd just gotten warmed up good when he came, leaving me once more in the lurch.

  Shivering, I pushed myself up from the table when he'd finished. I was so weak legged, I was actually glad when I discovered I was supposed to assume the floor position and suck Charles off.

  I was still working on him when the door opened once more. Almost as if that alone set him off, Charles came, grasping my head tightly as his cum shot down my throat. I sat back on my heels when I'd sucked him until he couldn't cum anymore, too depleted even to consider getting up.

  Someone hoisted me off the floor, steadying me until I could lock my knees.

  The smell of food wafted past my nostrils and my stomach growled.

  Embarrassed, I clutched the emptiness with my hand.

  "You like Chinese?"

  I looked at Lyle blurrily when he spoke. Chinese what? Cock?

  I saw then that he'd pulled up the seventh chair and set a plate in front of it.

  Smiling faintly in gratitude, I shook my head. "I'd rather rest if you don't mind."

  He frowned. "But I do. Come on. You need to eat."

  Slipping an arm around my waist, he guided me back to his chair, sat down and pulled me down on his lap. Unable to hold myself away from him, I collapsed against him, allowing my head to loll weakly against his shoulder before I even considered that he might not like such a familiarity.

  He didn't seem to mind, though. Ignoring my limply draped body, he asked them to pass my plate down the table. I opened my eyes when I felt something hard and hot pressed to my lips.

  Eggroll.

  I took a bite, chewed it slowly and finally sat up, feeling a surge of interest in the food. His arm tightened around my waist until I subsided once more. He fed me, holding the fork away when I reached for it. A glob of sweet and sour sauce landed on one of my breasts. Before I could make a move to wipe it off, he licked it off, sucking the nipple at the tip of my breast.

  My belly clenched.

  By the time we'd finished eating, I felt rejuvenated, but also just about as horny as I had been before I'd cum, and not just because Michael and Stuart had topped me off by getting my engines revved and then leaving me behind. I suspected Lyle had deliberately dribbled food down my chest. He'd certainly seemed to enjoy cleaning it up for me and I was forced to admit I'd enjoyed it, too.

  It was a let down when everyone finished eating, got up, and left me to clean up the mess.

  I was shaky the rest of the day. I also felt put upon. I'd slept poorly the night before because they'd teased me until I was desperate for relief. Today, they'd given me the relief I needed so badly, then teased me up and left me hanging again.

  Get a grip! I chastised myself, wondering a little uneasily what had
come over me. Under the circumstances, I supposed it was understandable that I couldn't seem to get my mind off of sex. But, really! If anybody had asked me before I'd have told them I was certainly not a nympho, not even close. I figured I was average. I liked sex, but I seemed to do as well without as with. Sometimes it was good. Sometimes not so good.

  I might've been inclined to think I was bordering on insatiable because I'd been in limbo since I'd split with my ex--and ten years of getting some and then ten months of getting none tended to equal desperation.

  I shook it off. There was no point in worrying about it. In fact, since I had six months of repenting to do, it was a damned good thing I was finding I was up to it--libido wise anyway. Otherwise, two days and I was already starting to feel as if I was doing hard time.

  But then--six strapping young lads!

  Giving myself a mental kick, I finished cleaning the conference room and went back to typing and filing. I discovered pretty quickly, though, that one good fuck only seemed to fire the guys up. Every time I bent over, someone ran a hand over my ass, or gave it a pat, or worse, stroked my clit until I was panting for more and then patted my ass and left.

  I was in almost as bad a state when I arrived at the cabin that evening as I had been the evening before. Again, I prepared for company, ate a solitary meal and then ended up going to bed alone.

  Discarding my nightie, I climbed between the sheets and rubbed my aching clit, trying to ease the discomfort. Release eluded me, however, and I finally drifted to sleep.

  Pleasure brought me from deep sleep some time later to something bordering consciousness. I lay perfectly still at first, reveling in the teasing nudge of a hot tongue on my clit, feeling heat rise inside of me until I began to moan, arching my hips to meet that wonderful mouth.

  Euphoria engulfed me in a haze of passion, lifting me beyond the last vestiges of sleep and I discovered that I wasn't dreaming at all. I was tied spread eagle on the bed and someone was finessing my clit so wonderfully I had to fight to keep from coming right away, to hold on to that wonderful pleasure just a few moments longer. I cried out when I couldn't contain it any more, feeling an explosion of glorious release as my body convulsed endlessly.