Under My Boss’ Table

We entered the VIP area. It was a small room with a long table, the dim lighting adding to the mystery of what was happening. Makar, of course, was already waiting for us. And not alone.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Elvira, let me introduce you. This is Maxim Ivanovich, my assistant.” A short and tiny blond winked at me. “Bogdan Vyacheslavovich, Artem Alekseevich…” Two brunettes nodded at me.

He introduced me to his important colleagues, there were nine of them and they were all different. They were united by one thing: interest in me in their eyes.

I nodded absently to everyone, not knowing what to expect.

“Elvira, why are you so tight? Sit down, have a drink with us.” The brown-haired man on the right offered me amiably. I immediately forgot their names, rightly believing that I would hardly want to speak to them later.

I sat down. Edward sat next to me as well, looking to cheer me up. I was afraid because it is one thing to be the boss’s lover and quite another to satisfy the needs of a whole team of men…

Someone handed me a glass of wine. I downed it in one gulp, staring straight ahead.

“Edward, your colleague is somewhat laconic.” Said the blonde. “We’ll have to loosen her tongue.”

“Drink more.” Makar filled the glass, handed it to me and I drank again. Consciousness began to blur.

“The door is closed?” Someone asked.

The world swayed before me. I fell to all fours, shook my head and tried to focus my gaze.

“There is no point in delaying this. Who will start?”

The world around me cleared up. There were creaks. A dangling member appeared in front of me. I raised my head and met the indifferent gaze of the brown-haired man. Although he didn’t express anything, I felt his slight contempt for me. Yes. I hated prostitutes, and I had become like one myself. And I had a choice, but for some reason I always chose Edward. “Don’t judge, and you won’t be judged..” I thought to my past self. Then, reluctantly, I took a member and began to suck it slowly.

“You’re not trying very hard.” Said the owner of the penis, and I felt someone pull up my dress and pull down my panties. Your mother! My luxurious and expensive dress was raised like a rag! I groaned in protest. They all laughed.

The member of the brown-haired man was swollen and grabbing my hair, which made it quite painful, began to fuck me in the mouth. He did not stand in ceremony with me and obviously only thought of his satisfaction. I was like a rubber doll to him. I closed my eyes, fighting the onset of vomiting. The head of the penis touched the back of my throat. He finally took his penis out of me, walked around me and sat behind me, trying to get into my vagina.

“Dry.” He cursed and spat. Meanwhile, the next man approached me with the same indifferent gaze, and I obediently took his small penis into my mouth, not allowing me to catch my breath. The sooner it starts, the faster we finish. The brown-haired man had already entered me, despite my dryness, and he was pounding hard, caring only for his pleasure. His nails dug into my thighs. The melee slaps filled the space of the VIP area.

The man with a small penis came out of me, walked away, and began to masturbate, watching the show unfold.

I heard a kind of commotion and saw up to three members in front of me, of different sizes and thicknesses. I began processing each penis in turn, and each one strove to pierce my throat. My scalp ached from the rough treatment, my jaw was cramping and the uterus, it seemed, had already expanded decently… It was as if a line was forming around me, each of the men was fucking me in the mouth, and then he had me from behind.

“No, it’s too boring.” Someone protested, they grabbed me and turned me from behind. My dress ripped immediately and I stared blankly at the flying bits of red fabric. They all saw my chest, my flat stomach and someone whistled approvingly. A member was hastily inserted into the anus, not without difficulty, of course, because it was tense.

“Relax, or I’ll break your ass now.” He whispered in my ear. The blond man, who was Makar’s assistant, stood next to me and, looking at me lustfully, began to masturbate.

His cock did not rise in any way, he cursed and sat in front of my face for me to suck him. I didn’t open my mouth to avoid the damage, then he began to run his member across my face. He started to get annoyed, so with my mouth I grabbed his penis. Someone managed to seize the moment and inserted his cock into my vagina. The man below had already pierced my ass and it hurt a lot. The double penetration again caused a feeling of fullness, only at that moment I felt no pleasure at all.

The blonde moved diligently in my mouth. Someone’s hot cum spilled onto my stomach. Probably the one with a small penis had already finished? I stopped thinking about where he was, what he was doing, who these people were, and I was just a rag doll in the hands of these men who held high positions. I started to disconnect…

The blonde, realizing this, hit me hard on the lips with his member already tense. Before I had time to recover, he struck again. I wanted to curse him, but he had already hooked me up with his cock.

The men took turns pouring their cum all over me, into my vagina, anus, and my mouth. Sperm mixed in me, different in taste. In the swirl of these faces, I saw Edward and Makar: they participated fully in the sexual process. And in the same way they introduced their members both in front and behind. Their gazes were filled with sexual desire, but not sympathy or understanding.

They fucked me and they fucked me, they finished up and they started fucking again.

I had already lost track of time.

I just wanted to die.

Sex had never seemed so disgusting and dirty to me. And brought so much pain.

But little by little my nature took its toll…

“Oh, this bitch is flowing.” Exclaimed the brunette, surprised by me. He started moving faster and faster, and my vagina began to fill with a completely unfamiliar sensation. I felt like I was opening like a lotus flower. At first, everything in me was reduced to a point, and then I exploded. I shuddered pleasantly and hot liquid splashed on my feet.

Someone gasped.

“Just look! It’s a jet!”

I felt an unbearable lightness and relaxation, a reward after so much suffering. My body loosened on someone who stopped moving on my butt.

“It can’t be.” Someone muttered.

Edward sat next to me. He looked at my face closely and then turned to his colleagues:

“I guess she deserves a break. I suggest we have a snack for now. I personally am already hungry.”

They all agreed with him and sat down at the table. The man below gently pushed me to the ground, and I lay down and didn’t move for a while. I had never experienced such sensations. And in general, I thought before that squirting was a myth…