swim. She held up the nylons. “Perhaps we can talk about allocation of assets?”
Chet stalked across the floor, and both she and Sam drew together, quailing and aroused by the sheer force of him. Reaching out, he took the nylons from her hand and gestured at the desk.
“Lie down,” he said.
Nerves screaming, arousal burning, Maddy did as she was told. Quarterly earnings reports and other such garbage crunched under her as she did her best to hop gracefully onto the edge of the desk and laid back. The ceiling above her was bright, illuminated with sunlight. She heard the ragged breath of both men fill the air.
“Sam,” Chet said, “ eat her out while I tie her up.”
Maddy gasped at his language, but she didn't have time to protest. Sam's hands were already pushing her skirt up, over her legs, his hands hooking into her pantyhose and panties, maneuvering them over her hips and down her legs as Chet came around to the other side of the desk and leaned over her.
Ice blue eyes burned into hers. “You are irrepressible,” he said. “Arms up.”
Mouth dry, she did as he instructed, and with quick, sharp movements, he wrapped her own pantyhose around her wrists, then pulled them back until her forearms were perpendicular to the ground. Ducking down, he tied the other end somewhere beneath the desk, but she couldn't have said anything more about it, because as he did so, Sam tossed her shoes, panties, and other nylons to the floor. They made a dull thump, and then he was on his knees in front of her, his tongue pushing inside her tight, wet channel.
Maddy inhaled sharply and struggled, but he put his hands on her thighs, stilling her. His technique was different from Chet's, his tongue broader and softer. Slowly, he let his tongue wander and meandering circle just inside the entrance of her pussy. His nose, sharp and straight, rubbed over her aching clit.
Above and behind her, Chet stood, his hands skating over her throat, leaving ripples of fire in their wake as he let them wander down over her collarbone, parting her blouse. Warm and insistent, his rough palms pressed over her breasts, and she sighed. She felt herself calming beneath his touch as he unclasped her bra and let her breasts bounce free. His hips were so close, she could feel the warmth radiating from him ,and she tried to reach up and touch him, but whatever he had done with her nylons, it had been good and secure.
He pinched her nipples, hard.
“As our facilitator, it is important you remain neutral between us,” Chet said as Sam sucked her clit into his mouth and let it rub against his teeth.
Maddy cried out and tried to grip his head between her thighs, but he held her fast, his fingers digging into the abundant flesh of her legs. Above, Chet pinched her nipples again, then pulled them. Her breasts, never taut and perky, stretched out until they were almost conical, the pain and pleasure mingling inside her stomach, but at the back of her mind she felt ashamed. Her body... it wasn't anything anyone should want. Then Chet released her nipples and her breasts bounced back to her chest, undulating, soft, and a bit too pendulous.
For a moment, Maddy wanted to cry. Squeezing her eyes shut she turned her head to her arm. He was laughing at her, she was sure of it, and even Sam's insistent mouth wasn't enough to distract her from years of embarrassment suddenly threatening to drown out the pleasure.
Then Chet said, “Fuck, Maddy , your tits are amazing.”
Swallowing hard, she cracked an eye to see him staring at her chest as he pinched her nipples again, sending bolts of fire straight down to her clit where Sam's eager tongue stoked her into an inferno. Again he pulled her nipples, and again he let them bounce back. Then he leaned forward, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard just as Sam pushed a finger inside her.
Maddy cried out. “Chet! Sam! Oh!”
Chet pulled back, and the shock of cool air on her nipple tightened the coil of
Chet stalked across the floor, and both she and Sam drew together, quailing and aroused by the sheer force of him. Reaching out, he took the nylons from her hand and gestured at the desk.
“Lie down,” he said.
Nerves screaming, arousal burning, Maddy did as she was told. Quarterly earnings reports and other such garbage crunched under her as she did her best to hop gracefully onto the edge of the desk and laid back. The ceiling above her was bright, illuminated with sunlight. She heard the ragged breath of both men fill the air.
“Sam,” Chet said, “ eat her out while I tie her up.”
Maddy gasped at his language, but she didn't have time to protest. Sam's hands were already pushing her skirt up, over her legs, his hands hooking into her pantyhose and panties, maneuvering them over her hips and down her legs as Chet came around to the other side of the desk and leaned over her.
Ice blue eyes burned into hers. “You are irrepressible,” he said. “Arms up.”
Mouth dry, she did as he instructed, and with quick, sharp movements, he wrapped her own pantyhose around her wrists, then pulled them back until her forearms were perpendicular to the ground. Ducking down, he tied the other end somewhere beneath the desk, but she couldn't have said anything more about it, because as he did so, Sam tossed her shoes, panties, and other nylons to the floor. They made a dull thump, and then he was on his knees in front of her, his tongue pushing inside her tight, wet channel.
Maddy inhaled sharply and struggled, but he put his hands on her thighs, stilling her. His technique was different from Chet's, his tongue broader and softer. Slowly, he let his tongue wander and meandering circle just inside the entrance of her pussy. His nose, sharp and straight, rubbed over her aching clit.
Above and behind her, Chet stood, his hands skating over her throat, leaving ripples of fire in their wake as he let them wander down over her collarbone, parting her blouse. Warm and insistent, his rough palms pressed over her breasts, and she sighed. She felt herself calming beneath his touch as he unclasped her bra and let her breasts bounce free. His hips were so close, she could feel the warmth radiating from him ,and she tried to reach up and touch him, but whatever he had done with her nylons, it had been good and secure.
He pinched her nipples, hard.
“As our facilitator, it is important you remain neutral between us,” Chet said as Sam sucked her clit into his mouth and let it rub against his teeth.
Maddy cried out and tried to grip his head between her thighs, but he held her fast, his fingers digging into the abundant flesh of her legs. Above, Chet pinched her nipples again, then pulled them. Her breasts, never taut and perky, stretched out until they were almost conical, the pain and pleasure mingling inside her stomach, but at the back of her mind she felt ashamed. Her body... it wasn't anything anyone should want. Then Chet released her nipples and her breasts bounced back to her chest, undulating, soft, and a bit too pendulous.
For a moment, Maddy wanted to cry. Squeezing her eyes shut she turned her head to her arm. He was laughing at her, she was sure of it, and even Sam's insistent mouth wasn't enough to distract her from years of embarrassment suddenly threatening to drown out the pleasure.
Then Chet said, “Fuck, Maddy , your tits are amazing.”
Swallowing hard, she cracked an eye to see him staring at her chest as he pinched her nipples again, sending bolts of fire straight down to her clit where Sam's eager tongue stoked her into an inferno. Again he pulled her nipples, and again he let them bounce back. Then he leaned forward, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard just as Sam pushed a finger inside her.
Maddy cried out. “Chet! Sam! Oh!”
Chet pulled back, and the shock of cool air on her nipple tightened the coil of
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