Executive Package (8 page)

Cunningham dragged her so that she lay diagonally across the table. There was nothing to support her head, and as a zipper whispered open, she understood why. For unrestricted access. They planned to fuck her mouth. Cunningham yanked her knees apart, and her pussy was likewise accessible.
 

“I don’t like to wait,” Gustav said.

Elle arched her back. The thing she liked best about Gustav, apart from his alluring voice and his extremely dominant yet thoughtful treatment of her, was his cock. Before him, she’d never had a man with a foreskin, and the softness of it fascinated her. He grabbed the base of himself and drew the tip across her lips.

She trembled and opened her mouth with a little whimper.

Next to him, Karl and Jonathan were also erect, cocks in hand. None of the men had bothered to remove any of their clothing, and apart from Jonathan, who probably didn’t even know where his jacket was, they could have been about to make a televised appearance.

Well, except for the thick erections jutting from their open flies.
 

Cunningham spread her legs wider, pushing her thighs apart, hurting her a little in his impatience. But she needed to be soft and compliant for him. It was what he demanded, and if she didn’t do it cheerfully, he would test her limits. She’d never gotten comfortable with having her pussy stared at, but she knew better than to hide herself, especially from Cunningham. He hated that, and therefore she wouldn’t do it.

He swirled a finger in her wetness and dragged it down toward her ass. She tensed. All of her lovers were larger than average, but Cunningham had the hugest cock she’d ever seen. Long. So thick that she couldn’t close her fingers around the base. He could be the gentlest lover when he wanted, but something that big was easily a weapon of punishment. Given his current mood, she didn’t know if having him, or Nolan, who loved nothing more than to aggressively and brutally fuck her ass, would be worse.

Desperate to distract herself from this distressing train of thought, she turned her attention toward the three eager cocks presented to her. Gustav had pulled his foreskin all the way back, much to her dismay. Now he looked just like the others.
 

Jonathan fisted his hand in her hair and forced her toward him. “Suck me.”

She opened her mouth and extended her tongue as she blinked up at him, staring into his gorgeous face. Jonathan enjoyed fucking her mouth while the others were double stuffing her. He pushed himself deep with a single thrust and held himself there.
 

After so many months with these men, she had practically no gag reflex left, but Jonathan somehow managed to wrest a few body-shaking shudders out of her. When he pulled out, she was coughing and gasping, and her eyes watered.
 

She looked up at him while she caught her breath. Her Nordic god, tall, blond, flawless skin, broad cheekbones, confident and dominant and perfect.

Cunningham nudged into her pussy, grabbed her thighs and slammed in deep. She gasped as his unrelenting maleness filled every inch of her slick, tight flesh.

Jonathan turned her face toward Karl, and she tensed.

“You’re going to make amends for your tardiness, correct?” Karl asked.

She only had time to partially nod before Karl cupped her neck in his hands and drove into her. She panicked, remembering how it had been before, when she’d been choking and Karl hadn’t noticed. Nolan had saved her that night.

But she didn’t need saving, she realized with a thrill of triumph. Her joy was short-lived, however, because Cunningham pulled out, and then he was inching his throbbing girth into her rear, not even giving her time to adjust.

Karl began jackhammering into her mouth, stuffing her whimpers back down her throat, barely giving her enough time to breathe. The head of his cock hit a slightly different point with every jab. He wasn’t taking her past her limits, and she knew she was safe, that her bosses would never allow anyone to push her too far, but she reflexively fought against his body.

Her struggle only turned him on further. “Oh, damn, yes. Your mouth sucks me so good, Elle. C’mon, baby, like that—”
 

Gustav shouldered him out of the way and took his place. Her nose pressed into his balls as he slowly penetrated her mouth and throat.
 

Cunningham fucked into her ass with long strokes. The way he pulled all the way out, then pumped back in, was sheer torture. Each time he was out, her poor ass clenched, but he continually renewed his onslaught.

Only his warm, soothing hands, rubbing encouragingly up and down her thighs, kept her from panic.
 

“I want her pussy,” Jonathan said.

There must have been some wordless signal from Cunningham, because the men slowly moved back. Still, the air was thick with their desire, almost heavy from the pent-up testosterone in the room.

Cunningham pulled her up with a brawny arm around her back.

Jonathan sat on the floor, his pants now down to his thighs, and held his cock straight up. Cunningham lifted her off the table and positioned her over Jonathan, reverse-cowgirl style, and Jonathan guided her onto his shaft.
 

It felt all weird, the curve of Jonathan’s cock stroking her in the wrong direction. He grabbed onto her thighs, holding her low on him, while Cunningham urged her forward until she was almost doggie style, her legs going out into a straddle.
 

Then Cunningham came behind her and slowly pushed into her ass.
 

They had never taken her like this before, and Elle was awash with new sensations. Everything seemed a bit funny, a bit different, and it made her feel strange and unsure of herself.

Nolan, Gustav and Karl knelt in front of her, their three cocks at her lips. “I want you to lick us, Elle,” Gustav said, his accent caressing her ears. “Fast as you can, so that none of us feels left out.”

She nodded, licked her lips, and got to work, running her tongue around the taut skin of their swollen dicks, getting them nice and wet. And she might have been able to make them come like that, too, if Cunningham hadn’t started driving into her with the force and subtlety of an ox. Suddenly she was being shoved forward, the wet cocks sliding stickily across her cheeks.

Nolan roughly gripped a handful of her hair. “Just to hold you steady,” he said, his voice rich with teasingly false reassurance.
 

Like that, Jonathan and Cunningham were easily able to fuck her as boisterously as they wanted, and the men at her mouth were able to crowd in, pressing their swollen cocks greedily into her mouth while she lapped at them frantically.

With each of Cunningham’s thrusts, her breasts bounced. She wanted to cup them in her hands and relieve the jolting weight, but it took all her strength just to keep herself propped up.

Gustave cupped under her chin. “Open wider.”

Her mouth was already as open as it could go, and her jaw began to ache. This position was uncomfortable, straining her back, her legs, her hips. She thought about asking to switch, but then the realization hit her: Cunningham knew. This was part of her punishment for making them wait. Now she had to wait for them.

She just hoped they wouldn’t take twenty minutes.

Her whimpers were from discomfort and submission. She squeezed her eyes closed, willing the men to finish using her, to let her have a moment’s rest.

“That’s enough,” Cunningham said. “Let’s continue this meeting. She can suck you off while we work, if no one objects.” The way he said it, only a fool would have disagreed with him.

Nolan gently unwound the hand in her hair and Elle’s head sagged forward. She began to lift herself up, but Cunningham wrapped an arm around her middle and stood, bringing her up with him. Jonathan slipped out of her sheath, but she was still impaled on Cunningham’s cock, the girth of him making her ass burn.
 

Her feet swung inches above the floor. Then Cunningham pulled her off of him and set her down gently. “Under the table,” he commanded, his voice rumbling. She nodded and fell to her hands and knees, then crawled under slowly, knowing the men were admiring the view.

The men sat, their erections jutting from the confines of their suits. She started with Karl because he was closest. The moment her dampened lips touched him, he dropped a hand to grip the base of his shaft, angling it so that she could more easily service him.

She sucked him thoroughly, not even slowing when he began to make little thrusts, his hips coming up slightly from the chair. He caught her head with both hands and held her still while his cock jerked its release in her mouth.

Elle moved back, smiling, pleased with herself. Next she went to Gustav, who was in the middle of a monologue about appropriate legal action to preempt a suit from a fired employee. When her tongue touched his swollen dick, he paused a moment, then resumed speaking without missing a beat.

Well, she liked a challenge. She worked her hands up under his shirt and greedily pulled at his firm, muscular back, then brought both hands around his shaft and squeezed as she applied a lot of sloppy, wet pressure to the swollen head. He pulled back and stood, then beckoned her to him. She crawled forward and rose up on her knees, then resumed sucking.

He rested a hand on the crown of her head, then forced her backward until she was pinned between his body and the table. “Well now, little Elle,” he murmured as he gazed down at her. “You’ll want to please me as soon as you can.”

With that, he pressed deep, then thrust quickly. To Elle’s surprise, he resumed his discussion as if she weren’t there. But his instrument swelled even more as she massaged him with her throat and mouth.

But he kept talking. And talking. Then the men started to laugh, and she knew they were laughing at her. Her face had gone red with the exertion, and she was getting dizzy from controlling her breathing.
 

“Condom,” Gustav rasped.

There was a little plop and scrape as something landed and slid across the table. Gustav leaned forward, then Elle heard the rip of foil. He stepped back, and she finally gulped down fresh air.
 

Gustav pulled her to her feet and pushed her on the table. There were folders and papers under her backside, but he didn’t care. He put her ankles on his shoulders, gathered her breasts into his hands, and buried his cock inside her heat.
 

A finger breached her ass, and she tightened. Gustav smiled and twisted the finger so that he was massaging his cock through her flesh, increasing the intensity and setting off the beginning of an orgasm in her. Months she’d been getting fucked and gang banged, and in one afternoon she was introduced to two new experiences.
 

She cried out and grabbed at the table as she squirmed underneath his patient, thorough penetration. Her writhing body turned rigid, but just for a moment, and then she bucked underneath him. Her plaintive whimpers were met with Gustav’s deep growls, and he rumbled something in a language that she didn’t understand. He pulled away from her slowly, gently, and she fell contentedly limp.

“Much better,” Gustav said as he straightened his tie with a practiced but slightly trembling hand.

“Good.” Cunningham pulled Elle into his lap and sat her ass on his cock. He leaned back, pulling her legs wide. She was dimly aware that he still discussed details of the project, but he felt so good inside of her that she couldn’t focus.

“Time out,” Jonathan said. “You’re killing me. Let’s take a five-minute break.” He didn’t wait for an answer before mounting her with a grunt, pressing her body between his and Cunningham’s.
 

He penetrated her slowly, then rocked into her with an even rhythm. Her body squeezed around him. She didn’t even need the finger that he rubbed on her clit to come, but his focused attentions had her soaring in the air, gasping for breath, panting his name as his cock squeezed warmth into her channel.

His eyes blinked, and he looked a little surprised to find himself deep inside of her. He kissed her lips, then carefully slid out of her and stood.

Cunningham stood as well, bending Elle over a rounded edge of the table. She had a nice view of the floor until Nolan took a position at her mouth and slammed into her.

She gasped, then closed her eyes and grabbed onto the edges of the table, holding on for dear life as Cunningham and Nolan pummeled her loudly, using her body as their own personal playground.

“Five minutes are up,” Gustav said, a sharp edge just below his polite tone. “I’m going to need another go if you don’t get her dressed very quickly.”

Cunningham growled, but Elle knew he was already close. The slippery soles of her shoes slid against the carpet as he pounded into her. Nolan yanked her head back and grunted as he unleashed his salty come into her mouth.

He stepped away, breathing fast, but Cunningham was still hard inside of her ass, his arms around her waist. “Get her dress,” he said.

Jonathan collected her dress from where Cunningham had tossed it earlier. He turned it right-side out and gave it to Cunningham, who sat, still buried deep in Elle, before pulling the dress over her head.

“Better?” he asked Gustav.

Gustav’s eyes slowly slid down Elle’s body. The dress was pulled down over her lap in the front, so he couldn’t see her naked body or Cunningham’s cock buried in her. “I suppose that will do,” he said. “If you think she can keep quiet.”

“She will.” Cunningham tightened his grip around her. He nuzzled her neck for a brief moment. The gentleness almost made her come again.

The men took their seats at the table and resumed the conversation. Elle, though, had a hard time breathing, so aware was she of her boss inside of her. Occasionally, he made little movements, reminding her that he was still hard, keeping her on the edge of utter agony.
 

She wanted to play with her pussy, but when she trailed a hand lightly over her lap, Cunningham caged her wrists in one of his enormous hands and easily thwarted her ambitions. Because Cunningham hadn’t bothered with the bra when he clothed her, her nipples shone through the dress, advertising her extreme arousal.