She made a face. 'You jack off!'
'The choice is yours,' he grinned. 'You're the consumer.'
'I… all right,' she decided. 'I'll leave Mark Spaulding alone. I'd rather lose his eight inches for your thirteen!'
'So you're after mileage, eh?'
'Damn right,' she said. 'Now, how about eating my snatch out?'
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sharon North glanced at her watch. A quarter to five. George said he'd be here to pick her up from work at a quarter after five. She couldn't wait. He'd promised a real good fuck-session after work and her cunt was juicy wet from just the thought of his loading her pussy with his gun.
It was pretty quiet today. Nobody came around her desk and talked to her. It was just as well. Mark had given her plenty of work to keep her busy.
The intercom went on and Mark's sexy voice flowed out of the speaker. 'Could you step into my office, Miss North?' he had asked.
'Yes, Mr. Spaulding,' she replied. Hmm. What was this 'Miss North' bullshit? It was always Sharon before.
She picked her steno pad from her drawer and brought it with her to Mark's office. She might need it for dictation. Mark Spaulding constantly kept her going until five.
As she opened the door to his office, she noticed that there were a lot of people around. Gary Speele, Chester Fromme, Kevin Land, Dennis Epstein… they were all standing by Mark's desk.
Mark had a sly look on his face.
'Okay, Gary, block the door,' Mark told him quickly.
Gary rushed in front of the door and closed it. They were all coming at her at once, pulling at her.
'Wh-What's going on?' Sharon demanded.
'Gang-bang time, baby,' Mark grinned, tearing her blouse off her chest. Her plump tits stood naked in front of her, her delicious pink nipples erect, surprised.
'No, Mark,' she tried telling him. 'You can't… none of you… no, don't!'
Chester, the accountant for Playpen, slid his hands between her legs and groped her muff. 'We'll get it nice and wet. Don't worry. There's nothing to worry about.'
Sharon pushed him away from her, but there were arms coming from all over, tugging, holding, squeezing Mark was unzipping his fly.
'Mark, you can't do this!' she fretted. 'My boy friend will be here… no!'
'Hold her down,' Mark told the others. 'I get first crack!'
Chester and Kevin pinned her arms and legs down as Mark pulled out his stiff prick. Sharon flung her arms out trying to hit him, but to no avail.
'Stop this!' she cried. 'Please!'
'You want it, doll,' Mark hissed in her face, then pressed his hard dick against her cooze. 'You've been begging for it so much lately that I thought I'd arrange this little party for you!'
'NO!' she screamed, but it was too late. Mark rammed his pecker into her snatch, shoving it in with full force. Kevin and Chester held her up while Mark pumped his peter into her cunt.
'Ohh,' she whimpered as he plunged his meat into her slot. 'Oh, Christ!'
'I get to fuck her, too,' Gary griped. 'I've been getting a stiff joint all day for her. Even before, when she wouldn't hump me!'
'Lay on the floor,' Mark told him. 'We'll let her down on top of you.' He still had his rod jammed up her pussy, fucking her like a hot bitch in heat. His crotch hair was grinding against her own pussy hair with terrific friction, enough to start a brush fire. Sharon couldn't force him out of her, he was in too deep.
Gary unbuckled his pants and let his prick out. Yes, he was really HUNG all right. Those stories he told her – they must have been true. Gary got on his back, his cock pointed straight into the air. He gripped his shaft while Dennis and Kevin pulled Sharon downward, being careful not to let her down too fast so that Mark's cock wouldn't slip out of her gash.
'You bastards!' she yelled. 'I won't let you do this to me! Not any more!'
'That's tough, slut,' Mark groaned in her face. 'There's no way you're gonna stop us!'
They forced her down on top of Gary. Gary held the tip of his dick up to the opening of her asshole. Sharon would feel it ripping into her crack of her ass, pushing in. One more tug and they had her ramming down on his pud.
'Ahhh… you don't know how much I need this,' Gary gasped beneath her. 'I'll corn-hole you but good, Sharon. Rip that little ass of yours apart, cheek by cheek!'
Chester, the one with the light skin and the bright-red hair, pulled down his fly and revealed a stiff boner. He poised it by her mouth anxiously.
'Suck it, honey,' he told her. 'Blow me. Blow my brains out.'
'Up your ass!' she spat at him.
'Oh, yeah?' he grinned, then forced it all into her mouth before she could say anything further.
He stuffed his hairy root down her throat hungrily, grunting as he got it down to her tonsils, then began pumping it into her mouth.
'Suck on it,' he ordered her, feeding her the meat that was hanging out of his pants. 'I want some good head. You can go down on me good.'
Kevin and Dennis took both her hands, and before she knew it, they stuffed them both with their pricks. 'Pull on 'em, honey,' Dennis groaned. 'Jack us off nice. Yank on our beef. Pull on our puds. Good… feels good…'
Sharon lay there, helpless, getting cock fed into her mouth, dick humping into her beaver, whang fucking her in the ass and prick being jerked off in her hands. Both Dennis and Kevin held her hands tight so that she couldn't let go of their slabs. They were all going to cum all over her, shoot her full of gallons of jism. The motherfuckers…
'This nice slimy muff,' Mark panted.
'Mmm… this tight, hot asshole,' Gary gasped.
'Blow my dick!' Chester groaned. 'Suck it.'
'Uhh… those fingers… hold it tighter, baby,' Kevin told her. 'Nil that pud easy now. You don't want everything to be messy…'
Sharon rolled weakly on her back, taking all the meat they were giving her. It was no use. They were fucking her everywhere. She couldn't even scream. Chester took care of that with his stiff peter in her mouth, easing it in and out of her throat with great care. Mark was plugging up her snatch with that huge joint of his, fucking her wildly. And Gary, hung like a snake, hammering his pork up her asshole. She would be shitting for nine months.
'Mmm… no… stop…' she gurgled, but found no way to turn from them. She had to fuck and suck and jack them off until they came. Horny sons of bitches! Chester held, her face still while he sent his dong between her lips, sinking his cock down, rubbing it roughly on her tongue.
Kevin and Dennis gasped loudly. 'Oh, shit! I can't take this… uhhh…' Slippery, scummy jism squirted all over her hands, leaving her fingers to drip with spunk.
Gary was panting beneath her. 'Makin' me hot, bitch. You're gonna have to take a thick load up that soft ass of yours!'
More shooting, cumming, injecting her with his seed. She was swimming in cum.
Chester was shaking, his groin throbbing. Hot jet streams of jizz pumped into her mouth, squirting quickly, thickly. She swallowed so that she could breathe, drinking his load.
'That's a good baby,' Chester said, holding her head so that she could drink all of his wad. 'Down the hatch.'
The door opened from behind. George Colby stared down at them all in shock.
'No!' Sharon cried out. 'They forced me, made me…'
