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The conference room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of testosterone and frustration. I sat at the edge of the table, my notepad in hand, trying to keep up with the heated debate between the executives. My pencil tapped against the paper, my mind barely registering the words being thrown around like daggers. I knew my role here wasn’t to contribute—it was to be available. And availability meant bending to their whims, no matter how degrading. I adjusted my blouse, the buttons straining to stay in place over my breasts and tucked a strand of hair that had fallen across my glasses behind my ears as I struggled to keep notes.

Mr. Thompson, the CEO, slammed his fist on the table, silencing the room. “We need a fucking break,” he growled, his eyes flicking to me immediately. Those eyes—dark, predatory—sent a shiver down my spine as they roamed across my body. “Emily,” he barked, pointing at me. “On the table. Now.”

My heart raced, but I didn’t hesitate. I never did. Standing up, I placed my notepad on the chair and climbed onto the polished mahogany surface. The cold wood beneath my thighs made me shiver as I spread my legs, my short skirt already hiked up to expose my pink panties to all the men clustered around. Here we go again, I thought, my stomach twisting in a mix of dread and arousal.

The men didn’t waste time as they groped me whilst ripping my clothes away from my body leaving me in just my panties. Mr. Thompson was the first, unbuckling his belt with a quick, practiced motion. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. He grabbed my hips, yanking me toward him until his tip pressed against my entrance.

He pulled my panties to one side and shoved his prick inside me without warning, and I gasped, my back arching as he filled me in one brutal thrust. My fingers clawed at the table’s surface, but I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t. His cock stretched me wide, the sensation overwhelming as he began to pound into me with a relentless rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by my choked whimpers. My body quivered as he slammed into me again and again, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of some twisted, unwanted pleasure.

“You’re here for one reason, Emily,\" Mr. Thompson growled, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me roughly against him with each punishing thrust. “To take whatever we give you.” His words were sharp, cutting through the haze of sensations that clouded my mind. I could feel every inch of him, thick and unyielding, stretching me to my limit as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me trembling.

The table creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with the wet squelch of his cock plunging into my slick cunt. My breasts bounced with each brutal stroke, my nipples hardening despite the humiliation coursing through me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, the rhythm of his hips unrelenting as he took what he wanted. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I forced them back, knowing better than to show weakness.

“Christ, look at her,” one of the other men muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “She’s taking it like a fucking pro.” The words burned, but I held onto them, letting them fuel the shame that twisted deep inside me. Mr. Thompson’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his climax. I could feel it building within him, tightening his grip on my hips, making his cock swell even more inside me.

“Tell me you love it, slut,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I forced the words out. “I-I love it,” I whimpered, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. But it was enough for him. With a guttural groan, he slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. Hot cum flooded my cunt, spilling out around his shaft as he pulled out, leaving me dripping and aching.

He stepped back, his chest heaving as he looked down at me with a smirk of satisfaction. “Good girl,” he said, his tone mocking as he slapped his wet sticky cock across my face splattering my cheeks with the last few drops of cum. “You earned that, bitch.” I shuddered, the warmth of his cum sliding down my between my butt cheeks and pooling onto the table as I lay there, exposed and humiliated. There was no time to recover, no moment to catch my breath. Already, I could hear the sound of another belt unbuckling, another man stepping forward to claim his turn.

“Why do we even keep her around?” Mr. Daniels sneered, stepping closer with his own cock in hand. His words stung, but I knew better than to protest. Instead, I turned my head, opening my mouth just as he shoved himself between my lips. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering instantly. His grip on my hair tightened, forcing me to take him deeper until my nose pressed against his pelvis. The musky scent of him filled my nostrils, and I could feel every throbbing inch of his cock stretching my throat wide.

He didn’t wait for me to adjust, pulling back only to slam into me again with a brutal rhythm. His hips pistoned forward, shoving his cock down my throat over and over. I gagged each time he bottomed out, but he didn’t care, his hands holding my head in place as he used me like a fleshlight. My saliva dribbled down my chin, mixing with the remnants of Mr. Thompson’s cum still smeared on my face.

“That’s it, take it all, you little slut,” Mr. Daniels growled, his voice thick with disdain. He fucked my mouth like he owned it, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. My jaw ached from the strain, but I knew better than to resist. Instead, I focused on breathing through my nose, trying to suppress the urge to choke as he slammed into me again and again.

The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth echoed obscenely in the room, mingling with the wet gagging noise I couldn’t stifle. His balls slapped against my chin with each thrust, their weight swinging heavily against my skin. He leaned over me, his breath hot and ragged as he muttered, “Such a fucking useless secretary, but at least you’re good for this.”

His brutal pace slowed, but before I could even catch my breath, Mr. Daniels yanked my head back, his cock sliding free from my mouth as he aimed it at my face. “Open wide,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation. His cum shot out in thick ropes, coating my tongue and dripping down my chin. I swallowed what I could, but there was so much, it spilled over, running down my neck and onto my chest.

“My turn,” Mr. Carter said, stepping forward with a cruel grin. He didn’t even bother undoing his pants fully, just shoved them down enough to free his cock before turning me onto my stomach. My cheek pressed against the table, my ass in the air as he positioned himself behind me. I braced myself, knowing what was coming.

“You’re gonna take this in your ass like the whore you are and then you're going to thank me for it,” he growled, spreading my cheeks and pressing his tip against my tight entrance. I whimpered, my body trembling as he pushed inside, stretching me in a way that burned. He didn’t go slow, didn’t care about my discomfort. He just fucked me, hard and fast, his cock slamming into me with brutal force.

“Thank you,” I choked out, my voice shaking. “Thank you for using me.”

“That’s right,” he hissed, grabbing my hips and driving himself deeper. “You’re nothing but a fucking cumdump for us.” His words cut through me, humiliating and arousing in equal measure. I could feel myself getting wet despite the pain, my body betraying me as he pounded into me relentlessly.

When he came, it was with a guttural groan, his cum filling me until it leaked out around his cock. He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me empty and dripping as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Look at that mess,” he sneered. “You’re disgusting.”

By the time they were finished with me, I was covered in cum—my face, my hair, my chest, my cunt, my ass. There wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t sticky with their release. My panties were soaked through, clinging to my skin in a way that made me squirm. But I didn’t dare complain. I just sat there, pratically naked and trembling, as they buttoned up their shirts and adjusted their ties.

“Get cleaned up,” Mr. Thompson ordered, though there was nowhere for me to clean myself. “We’re getting back to work.”

I nodded meekly, grabbing my notepad and pen as they returned to their seats. My legs wobbled as I stood, my thighs sticky with cum as I took my place at the edge of the table once more. The meeting resumed as if nothing had happened, the men discussing budgets and projections while I sat there, naked and humiliated, taking notes with shaky hands. Their cum dripped down my legs onto the floor, a constant reminder of my place in this fucked-up world.

“Emily,” Mr. Thompson barked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Get me a coffee.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stood on unsteady legs. My panties clung to my skin, cold and wet as I scooped up the remains of my clothing and stumbled out of the room, none of them paying me the slightest bit of attention.

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