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Conventional Coercion
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Conventional Coercion Bored and ready to call it a day, I sat in the back of the conference room and flipped through all the information various companies pushed on all of us industry movers and shakers. As enticing as the comeons from the companies were, it didn't make up for the lack of attraction between everyone who had slipped their<b> leash </font></b>just to disappear into the confines of the resort. Was everyone here to just talk business? Surely not. I tucked my arm full of folders into the canvas bag full of welcome goodies and watched. No stealth squeezes. No accidental bumps of tented khakis. What was the deal? A hotel staffer pushed an AV cart and sat in the seat next to me. "Is this some kind of religious order?" he asked. "Hardly," I said. "I was about to ask you if someone was slipping something into the water." "I think they're just bored to death. I have an idea if you're up for it. When we do the video presentation, join me in the projection booth and we'll see if anyone is having some fun in the dark." He wrote the room number for the projection booth. "Starts in an hour, but you might want to get up there a little early." I looked at the slip of paper. "How early?" "Thirty minutes would be great." I thanked him and headed off to get something with caffeine and some fresh air. A half hour later, I arrived at the door he mentioned, knocked and was escorted into whqat looked more like a comfy lounge with a large window that looked out over the auditorium. "No action yet," said my new friend, but then the lights are still up. When the lights are up and people are milling around, you have to be patient. He hit a button and I heard the door to the booth lock. "I, however, am not so patient. If you're wearing panties, you need to lose them right now." He reached up the legs of my shorts and felt that I was already free of anything underneath. "You're sharp. You know there's a price to pay for that door to open." He unzipped his jeans and pulled his stiffening cock through the vent of his underwear. "You want me to fuck you in order to get out of here?" I asked. "No. I get to decide when you get to leave." We may take our cues from some of your colleagues downstairs as well, so you need to get comfortable." He dimmed the lights and started the first video. Everyone on the floor looked bored. I hoped someone would do something interesting he might want to imitate. No one made a move. I knelt in front of the projectionist and pulled down the front of his tight whites, freeing his cock from the vent. As he fiddled with some controls, I licked the tip and sucked in the head. He moaned and lifted his hips, pushing his pants down around his ankles. I sucked him in further and he began to run his fingers through my hair. "God!" he moaned. "Yes. So good. So good." he grabbed fistfulls of my hair and began to gyrate his hips. I could taste the precum. As I sucked and pumped his cock he began to frantically hump against my mouth. I pinned him against the chair and took him in as deeply as I could and he moaned loudly as he shot a lot stream against the back of my throat. He leaned forward. "Thank you," he said. "it's been a while." "I hope you have more in mind," I said. "If he doesn't, I'll be happy to help." We both jumped. We were so distracted we didn't notice that we had company. He was a big man in a gardener's jumpsuit. I have to admit that his size alone made me feel intimidated. He walked over to us. "Your dawg here, he don't get much. I'm going to show him how to treat a pussy." "Do I have some say in this?" I asked. He lifted me onto the table top near the console, unbuttoned my shorts and demanded I lift my ass so he could pull them down. I guess not. Okay. "Lemme see them titties." He pulled my shirt over my head and reached around to unfasten my bra. Finding it too difficult to master, he stretched it and pulled it over my head. "Bobby," he said to the projectionist, "You need to suck her titty." Bobby was looking stunned during this whole exchange. "Did I stutter? Suck her titty." He leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth. It was clear he was not used to easy access to nipples. He placed his mouth tentatively on my aeriola and began to suck. The gentle pull felt nice, but... "Aw fuck, man. Move. She should be hard. The gardener pushed Bobby the projectionist to the side. He cupped mr right breat in his hand and began to kiss and lick the nipple. I felt the room get warm as he slowly sucked the hard, ruched little nub into his mouth and began to suck, nip, and lick. I moaned as he began to get a little rougher. "Oh no, Babt girl. You are not there yet. Scoot up here." He grabbed my knees and pushed my legs as far apart as he could get them. "Bobby, this is a fine, tight little pussy and I am going to show you how to use it." He let go of my knees and my legs fell together. He hooked my legs over his shoulders. "See this sweet pussy. It's getting red because she want to be fucked. Watch this." He took a think fingers and delicately parted the lips of my pussy. "You see how she wet? She want it." He pulled back the little hood and held open the top of my vulva. "You ever seen a clit? Im'll show you wat to do with it." He grabbed my clit between his thumb and forefinger. It felt so good, I involuntarily shouted. "Girl, I appreciate the appreciation, but you gonna get us fired. Pull in your lips. On your mouth." He grabbed chamois and a roll of duct tape and covered my mouth. Then pushed me on my back and ductaped hands to the table and my feet to the two empty rolling chairs in the room. "You cooperate and you'll have a good time and we'll have a good time. Okay?" I nodded. I wanted this. But they didn't have to know that. The gardener, pushed my legs apart again and knelt down. "That clit is like a little dick. It' s tough. I can bit it and suck it and she might say no, but she want it." He nuzzled my cunt and the roughly pushed me open. My clit was rock hard. He sucked it hard, rapidly running his tongue across the base of it. As I moaned softly, he began to suck and pull on my hard little button. he pulled away, leaving me feeling wet and cold and frustrated. "Gonna make her cum and she be ready to fuck. Get your dick out because you gonna finish her." He grabbed my clit with his teeth and pulled. I groaned. He sucked me in, then grabbed the base of my clit again and chewed gently. I shivered. He raised his head, and slapped me hard on my swollen, throbbing, clit. Then he stood up. "Fuck her, man." Bobby stepped between my legs and guided his hard cock into me. It was slim and oddly crooked and yet it still felt good to feel him thrusting into me. The gardener reached over and began to rub my clit with his thumb while Bobby thrust himself into me. I felt myself tighten and begin to cum again. I closed my eyes and shuddered as wave after wave of heat seemed to wash over me. Bobby responded to my climax by cumming so hard he slipped out of me as he went soft. I felt the gardener's hands as he reached up and pulled away the tape from my hands and face. He took another look at my now very used pussy. "Girl, I hope your here for a few days. I'd like a turn at you myself." He released my feet and then helped me dress. Did I get some of his more experienced cock? That's a story for another day. |
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