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  Pam had heard him coming and was in the process of pulling her hands out of her panties; she wanted him to see what she was doing to herself. She raised her hand to her mouth and idly sucked her ring finger.

  Evan approached the side of the table. Pam's eyes were closed as she waited, utterly submissive. Evan knew she would allow him touch her body anywhere he desired, and he was for a moment overwhelmed by the choices before him -- all good. At last he dropped his head toward her lower abdomen, put his nose firmly into her crotch, and inhaled deeply. She gasped in surprise, but then relaxed. He brushed his nose back and forth across the fabric of her very ordinary cotton panties -- taking in her scent, feeling the dampness that had soaked through.

  He kissed her belly, still white from winter. He delighted in it -- just soft enough, but not flabby -- and kissed around her navel. He ran a single finger lightly across the silken fabric of her bra. She moaned as he circled her nipple. He kissed her on the mouth and pulled aside her bra.

  Evan took her breasts in his fingers -- caressed them, tweaked her ruddy nipples -- and watched her stomach rise and fall more quickly with each touch. He kissed the underside of her breast, running his mouth upward until the firm flesh of her nipple pressed into his tongue. Pam began to make sounds that might have been words but Evan wasn't sure. He put a finger in her mouth and felt her flesh collapse around it, her tongue swirling upon the tip. He pulled the finger out and ran it down her soft throat.

  He moved to the end of the table where Pam's head rested, her hair cascading over the side, and he lowered his shorts to his ankles. He gathered the lustrous red strands in his hands and let them fall in a stream. He gathered up every strand of her overhanging hair, positioned himself below the flaming bundle, and let her hair pour across his penis in innumerable small drops.

  Pam shifted her head so that her mouth pointed outward from the table. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly showing a hint of her tongue. It was an invitation that Evan quickly accepted, entering her mouth. Pam's head began to slide back and forth across the polished tabletop. Evan grasped a chair for support and with the other hand tried to reach her breasts, but found himself too distracted to make contact. Eventually he managed to loop a finger under her panties and pull them down to her knees. He fingered her, causing her to emit a deep moan that vibrated into the core of his being.

  Pam's tongue swirled madly in a mouth whose every gap had disappeared before the suction. She could tell Evan, his eyes dimmed with pleasure, was not in complete control of his body and had submitted to her ministrations.

  Suddenly Evan pulled out of her mouth. Startled, her lips emptied, she looked into his eyes for guidance. He stroked her wet cheek, then moved away.

  He walked to the side of the table and stood between her legs, gazing upon her appreciatively. Pam felt some shyness at being so exposed before him. She longed for him to touch her to take her mind off of her nakedness.

  He pulled up a rolling chair and sat down at the table, Pam's body laid out before him like a meal. Guiding her legs by the ankles he planted her feet on either arm of his chair. He ran a fingertip lightly upon her pussy. Her thigh twitched in response, and he grasped it from below to steady it.

  She raised her head to look down at him, just in time to see his upper body descend and his mouth fall upon her. She gasped for breath, seeming to feel his tongue everywhere at once. After the initial crazed shock she began to run her fingers through Evan's hair. She was delighted to find that she could control his head to some extent, turning it from side to side or in circles, as if his head were her own private sex toy. The first inklings of pre-orgasmic tension arose in her center.

  The sensation suddenly doubled as Evan's fingers entered her. The intensity of the feeling knocked her eyes open. She saw the ugly white drop ceiling above her, which reminded her of where she was -- at her workplace, getting head from her boss -- and this caused her to throb to the point of moaning. Evan moaned in sympathy.

  Delirious she let her head fall to the side, her cheek upon the table, her mouth open as if she were stunned. She became aware that she was squinting, looking towards the doorway, and she suddenly felt compelled to collect herself and focus for gaze. When she did, she screamed.

  "Evan!" She grasped his hair, trying to pull his face out of her crotch.

  He grunted.

  "Evan!"

  Someone was standing in the doorway.

  "It's..."

  It was Jay.

  She threw one arm across her breasts, barely covering them, and used the other to swat Evan in the head. "Stop!" she said.

  She felt blood rushing to her face, this time due to shame.

  She tapped Evan again. "Somebody... It's Jay!"

  Evan continued swirling his tongue at a leisurely pace. He stopped long enough to say, "Relax..."

  She glanced at Jay again, and now noticed something strange about him. He did not seem concerned that two of his coworkers were having sex on the conference room table. In fact he may have been wearing a slight smile.

  "He's here!" Pam said.

  And then she wondered why he was there, at midnight, at a workplace he had just quit.

  Evan's hands climbed up the sides of her body, across her breasts. "Relax..." he said. "It's okay..."

  And all at once, she understood. These two men, her old boss and her new boss, wanted to do her. And they had it all planned out in advance.

  Pam felt the beginnings of a qualm, but it was quickly beaten back by Evan's relentless tongue.

  "Relax," he said again.

  And based on the soothing conviction in his voice, she tried. She wasn't sure what she was getting upset about. She pictured herself at the beginning of the evening, pathetically pining for Jay, drowning in sex thoughts, imagining herself coupled with him in every possible combination. Back then she had resolved to make it happen someday, and now her desires could be fulfilled, if she only would say yes.

  And Evan! How could she possibly work with him after this? But his tongue was doing the impossible just then -- she moaned almost in frustration it felt so good -- and Monday seemed impossibly distant.

  Reasonable Pam made one final attempt, pointing out that this would not be a good way to start a relationship with Jay, but drunk and horny Pam quickly beat her into submission.

  She looked into Jay's eyes and said, "Yes. Yes. Everything."

  She closed her eyes and let her arms fall across the table in surrender. As she continued to enjoy Evan's mouth she imagined Jay stripping in another part of the room.

  She opened her eyes to see Jay's face hovering above hers, haloed by the ceiling lights. Her eyes narrowed, both from pleasure and from squinting at the light. She smiled adoringly. His face descended slowly until his lips rested upon hers. He gave her many deep, long kisses on all of her mouth, before descending to her ears and neck, lingering there, just as long. He cradled her head in his hands like a baby animal.

  Throughout, Evan ate her, intensely, as if her were making out with her lips. She knew that soon it would be too much to bear. The two centers of pleasure vied for her attention, and if she focused on one or the other she could just about handle what was happening to her. But when she tried to feel both at the same time -- that was when her arousal reached dangerous levels. A warm, white ball of pleasure would spontaneously arise from the center of her body and radiate out everywhere. After one of these passed through her she moaned sharply, but realizing Jay's ear was just above her mouth, she stifled the moan, resulting in a pathetic whimpering sound.

  Jay gently lowered her head to the table and descended to her breasts. Pam's body was traversed by undulating heads and hands, and the touches all blurred together. Jolts of pleasure shot out from all the places her body was being caressed, and then these pleasures combined to form a contraction deep within her pelvis.

  She felt a need to look upon the men, to try to ground herself. She saw Jay's shoulder, and Evan's head, gently gyrating, and she realized
that if this went on much longer she would be showing a very personal side of herself to these men -- ecstatic, orgasmic Pam. She decided she would allow this to happen, and she closed her eyes. Her active acceptance instantly doubled the feelings of pleasure in her body and brought on another contraction.

  The touches began to seem unreal, as if not made by man -- or men, in this case. She extended her hand downward and felt the top of Evan's hair, by now flying about wildly. She had another, deep, contraction, and felt unrelieved tension building in her core.

  It was her nipple that put her over the edge. Jay cupped her breast and sucked her nipple just so, and for an instant, in that one part, she felt absolute perfect pleasure. A white ball of pure joy seemed to bloom from that spot and envelop her body. She screamed and writhed on the table, flailing her free limbs, beside herself. She flailed, as if her whole being were made of ecstasy, for an unknown time, the edges receded, her and her pleasure alone.

  Then the rest of the universe began to intrude again on her consciousness, and she became aware of her head resting in Jay's hands, he gently kissing her, her occasional screams still echoing in his mouth.

  Pam lay flat on her back on the table, temporarily stunned, as one struck in the head by a velvet hammer. She had forgotten that she was surrounded by two heavily aroused men, until she heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing near her thigh. She didn't bother to look down at Evan and his clumsy preparations, but continued to gaze into Jay's face as he kissed her. She felt a brief, blunt touch on her sensitive pussy, and in the next moment she was filled up.

  Evan fell into a steady, though occasionally frantic, thrusting. Jay lowered her head to the table by the edge, allowing her hair to flow off the side. He stood beside her and gave her a pained look. She knew what he wanted, and let her mouth fall open, as she had for Evan. The sexual encounter now focused on the men, and Pam began to feel very dirty.

  Jay and Evan alternated filling her, with a relaxed and easy rhythm that was gradually quickening. She saw their upper bodies opposite each other with only a small distance separating their faces. For the most part the men kept their eyes shut, though at one point they both opened them and seemed terribly embarrassed to see the other man doing his thing so very nearby. Pam wanted to laugh, but then Evan changed his angle just right, and the sudden increase in pleasure made her forget all about the silliness.

  Evan's tempo increased and Pam began to slide wildly about the table. The men tried to pin her down -- Evan with his hands on her hips, Jay holding her breasts -- but this had little effect beyond making her even more aware of her motion and of the firm man hands containing her. She felt herself powerless against outside, and deeply pleasurable, forces. She had by now lost her sensitivity following the orgasm and began to feel tension building again.

  Jay emitted a frustrated moan. "Switch," he said.

  Pam tried to make sense of the word, and in the next moment she felt Evan leave her body and Jay pull out of her mouth. She lay on the table feeling suddenly very empty, almost cold.

  She caught a glimpse of her two bosses passing each other along the side of the table -- awkwardly, naked, with glistening erections. She pictured them knocking into each other and almost laughed again. She followed Jay's eyes as he moved into position between her splayed legs. He took her calves in his hands and stroked them, pondering. He then ran his hand up her leg, beneath her thigh, to her ass cheek. He raised her right side gently until she understood that he wanted to flip her over. She obliged him and in the end lay on her stomach, her breasts pressed into the wood of the conference room table, her ass jutting a bit into the air. She felt beyond vulnerable presenting herself to Jay that way, and was certain he could see her almost dripping.

  At the head of the table Evan placed his hand beneath Pam's soft throat for support. She gazed at the drab, burgundy carpet and awaited with some nervousness the consummation of her years-long lust for Jay. But she was distracted by Evan's clumsy entry into her mouth in the same moment that Jay finally filled her.

  Jay put one hand on her hip and the other on her lower back, and began to move in her. He seemed to fit her better than Evan, and Pam began to moan unbidden. His thrusts connected soundly with Pam's pelvis, setting her body rhythmically bobbing across the surface of the table. Jay would thrust and moan, and Pam's head would be thrown upon Evan, who would moan in response. She began to lose her identity as a human body, and to feel like a conduit of pleasure between the two men, a tunnel itself humming with indescribable pleasure.

  The tension within her grew and she began to fear she could not bear it if it broke.

  Jay's thrusting became more frenzied and Pam heard flesh slapping on flesh somewhere close by. His thrusts followed each other so rapidly that she felt continuously filled. Both men seemed to grow larger inside of her, and their sounds became more like those of animals. She opened her eyes a crack to see the carpet and the chairs askew, and she realized that the wood of the table was warm beneath her breasts from her body heat. And that her body was being penetrated repeatedly on this slab of wood by her two bosses.

  She came again, in disjointed spasms of pleasure that ran out to the ends of her twitching feet and hands.

  A moment later Jay went quiet, hurled several more desperate thrusts, and stopped. He screamed. She could feel him throbbing deep in her pelvis.

  And then Evan made a sound like a cough and went off in her mouth, a mouth made slack by her own screams.

  Mayhem mixed with exhaustion ensued for some time. When the exclamations had died down, Evan collapsed to his knees, resting his head on the edge of the table beside Pam's face. He stroked her hair, and when he regained his composure he said to her, "This never happened."

  He smiled, and added, "But I'll never forget it."

  He kissed Pam, hastily gathered his clothes from the ground, and left the room.

  Jay helped Pam off the table. They stood before each other naked. The front of her body had red welts where her flesh had pushed into the hard surface. They threw their arms around each other and pressed into each other, Jay rubbing her sore parts with his own warm flesh in an effort to heal her.

  He said, "This did happen. And I want it to happen again and again. Will you come with me?"

  Pam readily agreed. She followed Jay home for the first of many wild weekends they would spend together.

  THE END

 

 

  Angela Rey, Between Bosses

 

 

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