She did as they wanted, flopping herself around on the smooth surface and honking like a feeding seal as fingers smeared with cream were jammed up her ass. The legs of the man screwing her were locked so tightly against her own that she seemed able to feel every hair of them rubbing against her own smooth skin. A quick glance backwards told her that it was Roscoe who was grunting with pleasure as he plunged deeply past the quivering muscles of her pussy. Joey appeared by the side of the table and grabbed at her left tit, working the nipple between his slippery fingers and the table top, as if writing with it on the wood.

Phil immediately joined in the same game on the other side, one hand on her shoulder and the other one pulling on her as if milking a cow. "Hurry up, for fuck's sake, I'm busting for it..." Phil groaned. Anne-Marie wailed softly and her fingernails scrabbled against the table top. "Plenty of time yet," Eddie said calmly. "All afternoon and all tonight." He reached out and pulled on her pony tail, bending Anne-Marie's neck back and making her look up at their grinning faces. "What we've got here is a regular female fucking machine -just tell her what to do and make sure she does it, or else....isn't that right, slave girl?"

Anne-Marie felt him scratching her arched spine, as if he was stroking a tame cat. Somehow it was the final touch in setting her off in spasms of pleasure that spreadeagled her out on top of the table with her hands gripping the sides as Roscoe's balls slapped against her damp skin. Then a hand was swinging down and again on her flushed bottom with loud rythmic smacks as she squirmed helplessly under the blows.

"Get her over!" Phil was demanding eagerly. Again she found herself lying across the table in her original position, her head hanging down as she licked Eddie's hardening cock with her legs wrapped tightly around Phil's waist as he jumped her every inch as thoroughly as the others had done. As he worked away at her she continued exciting Eddie, only removing her mouth to screech out at another high point of her ravishment when Phil shot his load into her.

It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened and a stocky middle aged woman in a security officer's uniform walked into the room swinging a bunch of keys in her hand. She looked calmly at the bare bodies on and around the table and grinned. She had very brown skin and high cheekbones, like a Sioux squaw.

She noticed the camera and put a finger to her lips, staying well out of the scene. Eddie nodded, pointed to the video recorder and made a motion of switching it off. The other guys, still in a state of shock at being discovered, finally stirred into action. Joey went over to the video recorder and stopped it running. Anne-Marie was staring wide-eyed at the upside down scene, at it appeared from her shameful position. She struggled to get up off the table but was instantly checked as Eddie's fingernails squeezed her nipples.

"Hello, Eddie," the woman said. "I guessed what was going on in here when I got a phone call from Kansas from some mother worried that her daughter was at an office party which was getting out of hand." "Don't worry about that, Cyrene, she's well in hand. Look." His fingers dropped lower, vainly trying to encircle Anne-Marie's boobs, but stretched out enough to make them flop around wildly as he shook them. The girl on the table top gasped at the further humiliation, far worse in front of another female.

The guard was apparently quite cool about the fact that she was the only one in the room with a stitch on. In fact she seemed very amused at the whole situation and about Eddie's brazen answer. Eddie then began to stop the violent oscillations he'd started by squeezing Anne-Marie's nipples again: "Hey, bitch, did anybody tell you to stop working? Roll over and get on with the blow job." Totally mortified yet unable able to resist his demands, Anne-Marie rolled over onto her stomach on top of the table.

She was thinking that the guard would surely stop Eddie but she said not a word as his jutting prick nuzzled her just below her chin. When she felt his fingers touch her left ear she immediately knew the choice being offered and made the decision to begin sucking at the tip of the proffered cock. Eddie grunted in satisfaction and moved closer, his hand at the back of her head now as he guided her obvious surrender to his control. Unable to see anything but Eddie's mass of pubic hair, the receptionist was able to hear the woman clearly. "Eddie, you'll have to get her to phone home again, to let her Mom know she's OK. The thing is, is she going to be pissed off about all this - is she going to cause trouble?"

"With what we've got on tape to send home to her folks? No, she's not going to complain."

"Not like me, hey?"

"You were fine once I'd contributed enough to your retirement fund." The guard laughed: "Jesus Christ, but that's a lot of woman you're fucking. I guess I'll have to ask her if she's willing to be doing all you guys at once. As long as she says 'yes' it's none of my business. She will say yes, won't she?"

"No problem. By the way, Cyrene, would you care to join us in a fuck?" Anne-Marie was astonished to have the guard's hand appear in front of her face. Long, slender fingers, the cuff of her blue uniform shirt, and then the fingers were giving Eddie an affectionate squeeze, rubbing his foreskin hard enough to brush against Anne-Marie's lips.

"Sorry, Eddie, I have to get back to work real soon." "That's OK, Cyrene, but it would be nice if I could introduce you to the others the same way. A little bit of icing on the cake is always a treat." "Sure, guys, if your girl doesn't mind sucking you, I don't mind giving you all a quick toss. What's her name?" "Anne-Marie, but right now she's the slave bitch.

She'll suck and fuck anyway we like, won't you, Anne-Marie?" She tried to agree, but it was hard to say anything with his cock filling her mouth and Cyrene laughed: "These guys have sure got you well trained, honey. I guess you must like doing what you're told to." Anne-Marie's thighs were still sticky, and so was her face, her hair was falling over her eyes and her breasts felt as if they'd been chewed up by a pack of wolves.

It was also obvious that the woman in the uniform didn't care anything about it. All she seemed interested in was getting the gang worked up again. "Had a phone call about you, Anne-Marie. Your Mother thought you might be in some kind of trouble. Seems to me you're just enjoying yourself though. Seems to me you're getting a kick out of putting yourself out for the guys in the office. Is that right?" Eddie stepped back so that Anne-Marie could speak. Only one word could she manage though. A shamefaced "Yes." "You've been around the block with all these guys already, haven't you, Ann-Marie? Been fucked four ways and ready for more, hey?" She bowed her head and muttered: "Yes". "Yeah, well it sure seems you've got some hard yards to do yet."

The guard giggled as she gave Eddie a few more playful strokes. "OK, we'll leave you for a minute, lover boy. All you other guys line up in front of Anne-Marie and while she's sucking on you I want each of you to give me a good idea of something can do with her later on. Something sexy and outrageous." It was a game the boys liked. Two women stimulating them in turn, with hand and mouth, and one of those women also urging them to use their imaginations about what to do with a woman who daren't turn down any suggestion. Anne-Marie's eyes bulged and flickered wildly as her own imagination struggled to cope with what was in store for her.

As for Cyrene, the woman just laughed and scratched the guys behind their balls to encourage them on as they sucked and fucked with the receptionist all over again. The guard had her own ideas as well. "Listen, Eddie, maybe we could do some business here. There are plenty of guys in this building who'd like to stay behind after work for a little office party with a piece of ass like this one. They'd pay well for it. I can organise a lot of regular little work outs for her and we'll split the profit." Eddie laughed, feeling his flesh thickening and responding not only to the femine touches but also to Anne-Marie's gasp of protest. He gripped her hair.

"Hey, we could put her in one of my uniforms, Eddie. A lot of guys get off on the idea of fucking a girl dressed up like a cop - especially if she's handcuffed up like a Thanksgiving Turkey for them." The guard chuckled and watched with keen interest as Eddie pulled the girl's mouth onto his cock. With a single wriggle of her head she swallowed him obediently until the roof of her mouth was rubbing against the very tip of his cock as she waited for his decision about Cyrene' horrible suggestion. Eddie thought about it as Cyrene ran her finger nails along his scrotum. A slight tug on Anne-Marie's hair was enough to set her in motion like a nodding clockwork doll again. Between the efforts of the two women Eddie felt himself starting to come again and grinned happily. "Make it two cops handcuffed together and you've got a deal..."