by Bridy McAvoy
Without thinking I bent at the waist to pick it up and drew a huge cheer as my ass was pointing virtually straight at the crowd who all got a really good look at my panties. When I straightened up I was blushing furiously, I had clean forgotten I was wearing a mini skirt at that moment. Tracy couldn’t help giggling at my discomfiture and then frowned as she surveyed the wreck of the frame in front of her. It was obvious that Roger was, ball in hand, able to set up and clear the table as easy as pie. Which he proceeded to do with alacrity, leaving Tracy and I no choice but to pay up on the bet again.
This time John moved toward Tracy leaving me with Roger. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning my head to watch as John made a move on my friend. Roger played his part well but fully intended to enjoy the preliminaries as I suddenly felt him drop both his hands to my thighs from where he stood between them and he, just as John had with one hand, began to massage my flesh. It was a nice feeling but my attention was centered on Tracy.
Just as he had with me John was planting a series of little teasing kisses on Tracy’s lips and wasn’t allowing her to take charge as Roger had done. Suddenly his lips moved from her mouth and grazing her cheek began to kiss and nibble at the soft skin just below her ear. Tracy’s eyes closed and her head lolled back as she offered up more of her soft flesh for his lips caress. His hands dropped out of sight below the edge of the table and I realized from the soft ooh’s of the crowd that his hands were stroking her legs. With a start I realized that Roger’s hands had in fact gone higher up my own legs and had in fact lifted the hem of my skirt showing the tops of my fishnets and the smooth naked skin above them.
Suddenly John’s hands moved up and in and lifted Tracy into a sitting position on the end of the pool table without breaking the contact of his lips against her neck. He pressed his body forward into the gap opened up between her legs and I could see Tracy’s eyes fly open in shock and then languidly close again as his lips continued to work their magic. Her skirt had caught behind her and with her legs splayed so her skirt was covering practically nothing, certainly if John hadn’t been standing there the crotch of her panties would have been on show.
Roger was not going to allow me to get away with just watching as suddenly his hands lifted to my waist, accidentally on purpose lifting my skirt to form a crumpled bank of fabric around my waist and lifted me effortlessly to sit on the side of the pool table too. I was even more exposed than Tracy was and the crowd cheered again as he turned my face to him and began to kiss me. The animalistic nature of his earlier snog with Tracy was obviously Tracy’s doing as he began to nibble at my lips at least as expertly as John had.
For the first time in my life my panties were on display to, well more than two men at a time, and I was glad I wasn’t wearing a thong. Roger moved to my neck and I was able to turn my head to watch John working on Tracy. His lips had now descended down from just below her ear to only just above the edge of her top almost on the outward swell of her breast. If he went any further I knew that Tracy would stop him, which would ruin the entire plan so I had to give her an example to follow. Taking a deep breath I whispered Now to Roger.
He had been waiting for the signal and almost instantly I felt him pull my ass slightly toward him whilst his torso leaned over me pushing me down until my head was actually lying on the green baize. His hands could therefore roam freely over any part of my body and there was very little I could do to stop him, which of course I had no intention of doing. His hands began at my waist and slowly worked their way up the center line of my blouse undoing the buttons and exposing at first the bare flesh of my tummy but soon also the red lace capped breasts. Soon he had finished the single row of buttons and he pushed the two sides of my blouse open to expose me as fully as possible. The fastener on the bra was at the front and he watched as I slowly and deliberately brought my hands to the shallow valley between my breasts and popped it undone.
Their task finished, leaving the cups precariously covering my breasts I stretched my arms up above my head and arched my back in supplication, begging him, without words, to uncover my fleshy mounds. This, of course he did, and as my breasts came into view there was a chorus of look at those tits! and what a pair! This of course penetrated into Tracy’s mind and she quickly glanced over her shoulder where her face registered the shock of seeing me in such a situation. John took his lead from what was happening where Tracy was looking and she didn’t resist as he too laid her flat on her back on the table.
Roger was ignoring the bared breasts as his fingers now busied themselves below my waist. Sensing there was more to come the crowd of guys began to drift closer. Through the thin lace of my panties Roger’s fingers found and caressed my already moist slit and as soon as his fingers hit the little nub of flesh at the top, my back arched up off the table and a loud moan escaped my lips. With my tits un-stimulated, my own hands under employed at that moment came down from above my head to caress them. Roger now eased my panties to one side and dropping his jeans down freed his member to begin its journey. As I felt the tip touch my parted lower lips my legs came up and crossed behind his back forcing him into me without thinking.
Meanwhile John had worked Tracy’s top up over her breasts and was fiercely sucking on one of the exposed nipples. Tracy’s other nipple was hard and pointed right at the ceiling as his hands also worked on the tangle of clothes around the junction of her thighs to her body. Her breathing deepened as she watched me being screwed into the table by her guy’s friend. Soon John too had freed up his own organ and was beginning to pound into her in exactly the same way as Roger was doing to me.
The difference was that John was by far the better lover than Roger; he could keep it going a long while whereas Roger with a final thrust deposited his load of sperm up inside of me at that very moment. The guys all cheered as Roger pulled out, all obviously hoping to get a crack at me as well. They were going to be disappointed though, at least in respect to me, as Roger acting like a perfect gentlemen pulled my panties back into place to cover my gaping slit and then offered me a hand to pull myself first into a sitting position and then a standing one.
A few seconds later, I was buttoning my blouse over my already fastened bra and watching as Tracy clawed her way up to the peak of an orgasm, something Roger had inadvertently denied me. Despite the shrieks and cries of pleasure issuing from the mouth of his partner John was nowhere near close and I stood and watched as he continued to thrust in and out of her with an unstoppable rhythm that drove her up and up to yet another huge orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side and her hands clawed at her own breasts as he continued to thrust away.
It was truly a memorable performance as finally on her fourth orgasm he finally grunted, drove completely into her and ejaculated. Tracy wasn’t really aware of her surroundings as he pulled out and stepped away. She just lay there, lewdly spread out in display, gasping for breath. At a nod from John one of the other guys stepped between her spread legs and opening his fly produced his penis in close proximity to her wet and open pussy. She made no effort to stop him as he slid it slowly into her and began to fuck her too. Indeed within seconds her buttocks were squirming on the baize just as they had under John and low moans were escaping from her mouth as she continued to gasp for air.
As the couple on the pool table began to thrash ever faster I took my chance to slowly slip to the back of the crowd and leave by the door back into the main club. I knew that John and Roger were there to prevent anything too serious happening to Tracy, to put a stop to it when necessary and to finally put the calling card in her hand. I had paid extra for them to delivery her safely back to the flat her pool room gangbang.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But I have to say its best served hot. Hot and sweaty.
Fantasies Incorporated: The Secretary
By: Bridy McAvoy
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The Secretary
Phil Adams was whistling as he stepped out of the lift into the foyer of the company offices, he was in a good mood. Opening the door to his department he stopped short at the sight of two women at his secretary’s desk. Neither of whom was his secretary.
“Good morning Phil.”
“Em…Good morning, Jane. We don’t normally see you around here at this time of the morning.”
A raised eyebrow turned his statement into a question and his colleague smiled back.
“Sorry Phil, got a little problem at the moment. Christine rang me at home last night. She slipped and badly sprained her ankle and has to be off for a couple of days. So Samantha is the temp we’ve brought in to cover for your secretary and I was just showing her around.”
The tall blonde girl behind the desk smiled nervously at him. She was stunning absolutely stunning, and smiled back.
“Good morning to you too Samantha.”
He turned back to the HR manager.
“So why did Christine ring you Jane, instead of me direct?”
“She tried, but both you and Amy were out and she didn’t want to leave a message. Now you okay with everything here Samantha?”
The blonde nodded.
“Good, I have to scoot, see ya later. I’ll pop back around lunchtime to make sure everything’s hunky dory. Bye…”
With that the matronly woman bounced out of the room leaving the two others looking at each other. Phil nodded and smiled again before going into his private office and preparing himself for the day ahead. Two minutes later a timid knock sounded.
“Enter.”
Samantha quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Standing she was even more impressive than he had at first thought. Her skirt was shorter than those worn by his regular secretary Christine but not overly so. Reaching just below mid-thigh it accentuated the length of her long slim nylon encased legs.
“I have your schedule for the day Mr. Adams and how do you like your coffee?”
Phil smiled at her, realizing he was doing a lot of that.
“Please call me Phil, Samantha and I prefer my coffee black and sweet if you don’t mind. “
“Please call me Sammi, Mr. Adams…I mean Phil. Do you want a cup now?”
The morning passed uneventfully as Sammi proved to be almost as adept at looking after his business needs as Christine was. The time passé din the normal flurry of meetings and telephone calls and before he realized it she was poking her head around the door to say she was off to the deli and did he want anything fetching back. With a start he realized it was one o’clock.
* * * *
He had just finished his bacon, lettuce and tomato on rye when Sammi appeared with another cup of coffee. She put it down on the desk and went to clean up the detritus of the remains of his lunch from the desk when disaster struck. There was a small half empty sachet of mayo amongst the litter on the desk and Sammi inadvertently put her hand down on it hard. A stream of mayo shot out of the opened end and splashed all over the front and thigh of Phil’s trousers.
“Oh! My God! Mr. Adams I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Let me clean it up for you.”
Without pausing for breath the young pretty blonde grabbed a couple of tissues from the dispenser on the desk and dived in swabbing and patting at his groin area. Phil had no chance to object and of course at that precise moment in walked Jane to check up on how Sammi was doing.
“So how is…Oh God? I don’t believe it?”
Sammi jumped to her feet her face going crimson as she realized exactly how it must have appeared to the woman who had just walked in. Phil was if anything redder still, he had worked with Jane for years and she was a close friend of his wife’s.
“It’s my fault Mrs. Peters…I spilt some mayo on his trousers as I was clearing up from lunch … And I was just trying to clean it up.”
Realizing how lame the truth actually sounded she clasped both hands to her face, burst into tears and dashed from the office heading for the nearest ladies room.
Jane puffed out her cheeks and blew out a long sigh.
“You never cease to surprise me Phil.”
“She…she just told you the truth Jane. Honest. Look.”
He moved from behind the desk to show the mayo stain on his dark trousers.
“I’ve known you for ten years Phil Adams and now you decide to show me your crotch?”
She couldn’t help it and a smile spread over her face as she started to giggle. A moment later the giggle became outright laughter and she reached for the back of a chair to steady herself. Phil grinned sheepishly and finally began to laugh too.
Eventually the two of them regained some semblance of control and Jane looked at him.
“I’d better go and fish that young lady out of the ladies room. Hopefully you two can get some work done this afternoon.”
Fifteen minutes later a chastened Sammi returned to her desk and the normal pattern of work restarted.
* * * *
Phil glanced at the clock as his last meeting of the day finished and realized it was only four o’clock. He buzzed the intercom for Sammi who poked her head around the door.
“Another cup of coffee please, And Sammi, can you divert all calls, I need you to take some letters before we call it quits for the night.”
“Certainly Mr. Adams.”
As she ducked back into the main office Phil grimaced a little; she had been far more formal all afternoon, the incident at lunch was obviously still affecting her. When she came back in he decided to confront her about it. When she came back in she placed the coffee in front of him and then sat on one of the visitor’s chairs, perched would perhaps be a better description, waiting for the dictation.
“Sammi?”
“Yes Mr. Adams?”
“What’s with the formality this afternoon?”
He watched her intently as she refused to meet his eyes, biting her lip in anxiety.
“I… I…um…didn’t think it was right to call you by your first name after the accident at lunchtime and then showing you up in front of your colleague like that. I’m sure the agency will find someone more to your liking for tomorrow.” She hung her head.
“Sammi… Look at me Sammi.”
He used every ounce of management experience to put the tone of command in his voice. She looked up at him surprised.
“It was an accident Sammi, you have done your job well all day, and I am certainly not expecting the agency to find me a new temp for tomorrow. I expect to see you at that desk in the morning. Am I clear?”
She smiled wanly.
“You can’t mean that Mr. Adams.”
“I said this morning to call me Phil and I do mean it.”
She began to sob, tears streaming down her face. Phil sat there, as office protocol dictated for a minute watching her impassively. She was what, twenty, twenty-one, almost but not quite young enough to be his daughter. He could take it no longer and walked around his large desk to stand next to her. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and mumbled there, there a couple of times to the crying blonde to little visible effect.
She raised her own hand and laid it on top of his, clasping it to her shoulder and he could feel the warmth of her body through the thin silk of her blouse. She didn’t let go, so Phil started to rub her shoulder trying to
give comfort without getting too close. Looking down his eyes were drawn down past her lowered head to the bare skin showing even lower yet. With a start he realized that sometime in the previous couple of minutes the top two buttons of her blouse had come undone and he could clearly see her cleavage and the sleek skin of the top of her breasts.
His eyes were drawn in and he sucked in his breath as he stared at her flawless exposed skin. Suddenly he realized her sobbing had stopped and dragging his eyes away from the delectable sight he realized she was now looking up at him. He slowly blushed realizing she knew exactly where his eyes had been looking, knowing how awful that must seem to her.
She let go of his hand on her shoulder and he withdrew it, stepping back a pace in confusion, marshalling his thoughts for the apology he knew she was due. Before he could retreat behind the desk she stood and brought a finger up to his lips to silence the apology before it could be uttered. She stepped in close and he realized she was actually taller than him as she stood there in her two inch heels. She removed her finger and as he opened his mouth to speak she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“It’s ok Phil. Honest. I didn’t mind you looking, not one little bit.”
His eyes widened in shock as she leaned in and kissed him again longer this time. As she withdrew her face from close proximity to his he could see her eyes sparkling and dancing in the light, her pupils dilated, her breathing fast and heavy. Nervously she licked her lips watching for his reaction.
“Um …”
He couldn’t get the words out as she leaned in to kiss him for a third time, this time lingering and her tongue flicked out to lick at his lips. Unconsciously his mouth opened and he felt her tongue flick in and out searching for his.