Chapter 4: Table Top Exercise
The man who had been speaking earlier now took charge, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her close. "Let me get a good look at you," he growled, his voice deep and menacing. Agnes squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the brightness of the room.
He ran his hand over her curves, squeezing her breasts and ass roughly. "You know you want this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Agnes could tell that he was enjoying himself immensely, and she couldn't help but feel excited by his attentions. Despite her initial apprehension, she found herself growing more and more aroused with every passing minute.
The other men watched silently, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them. They shared knowing glances and whispered comments, their faces lit up with appreciation. It was clear that they were all enjoying themselves, and Agnes couldn't help but feel proud of her ability to please such rugged and powerful men.
She loved the feeling of being used by them, of being nothing more than an object to satisfy their desires.
Despite her enjoyment, Agnes couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she had crossed a line. She had always prided herself on being a responsible and respectable person, but now she had thrown all that aside for the sake of these thrills. But as the men continued to take turns with her, she found herself losing herself in the moment - or was she finding herself?
Regardless, the sensations were overwhelming, and she felt like she was on the verge of something important. Her heart raced as she waited for the next wave of pleasure to crash over her, her body trembling with anticipation.
One of the men reached down and palmed her breast, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and rough. Agnes nodded eagerly, unable to speak through her excitement.
She had never experienced anything like this before, and she knew that she wanted more. As the man began to kiss her neck, his hands roamed freely over her body, tracing every curve and dip. Agnes squirmed under his touch, her skin prickling with anticipation. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading throughout her body until it seemed like she might explode. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment and letting herself sink fully into the experience.
The other men watched intently, their expressions a mix of lust and admiration.
They exchanged glances, nodding their approval of the woman currently in their midst. It was evident that they were all highly aroused, their erections bobbing with each breath.
The man holding Agnes by the hair began to thrust into her, his movements forceful and unrelenting. He groaned loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. Agnes tried to push him away, but he held her fast, refusing to relent.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck, smelling the faint scent of sweat and cologne.
It was an intoxicating combination, one that sent shivers down her spine. With each thrust, he grew closer to release, his grunts becoming more frequent and intense. Agnes could hear the others moving around her, their voices low and urgent.
Suddenly, the man behind her cried out, his whole body going rigid as he ejaculated deeply into her pussy. Agnes could feel his hot seed flooding her, filling her up completely. She moaned softly, grateful for the relief.
"How much longer can I take this?" she wondered, her body shaking like and earthquake and sore. "I haven't been this exhausted since field hockey in Australia." Her mind drifted briefly to her homeland and family and friends. "What would they think of me now? Knowing that I'm a total slut for black men!"
Agnes thought to herself, feeling a pang of guilt despite her excitement. She had always been drawn to their physicality, their raw strength and power. But to go this far...it felt like a betrayal of everything she stood for.
As the men continued to use her in their lustful quest, she drifted between thoughts and orgasmic ecstasy - between bewilderment, shame, and eagerness for more.
The men, confident in their conquest of their sexy white teammate, joked and laughed about the next six months of the project and how often they would be able to use her for their sexual pleasure.
"Our team meetings are going to be fun!" one laughed. "Should we make her wear lingerie for them?" asked another. As they pumped their shafts into her, they mused aloud about the ways to use her, verbally exploring their lust through her. Scenarios were envisioned of her taking one or more of them in the office, at motels, at client sites, in public places. "I've got some niggas that would tear her up too!" exclaimed one with wicked excitement. "Her ass can pay some of my gambling debts!" laughed another, delighting the group. "Now boys!" said the first one, sternly. "She's a respectable married white lady. We can't just pass her around to all the niggas - we'll have to whore her out!" The men laughed at the thought of 'retiring' as pimps as she squirmed beneath their cocks.
After another few rounds of cum in her three holes, Agnes lay purring on the couch, semen covering her thighs and face overly satisfied and exhausted. As a finale to the encounter, the men had all sprayed their final load onto her face and hair as she quivered and purred encouragement. The men all dressed and shared a few more jokes as they admired her naked, cum-soaked body. She moaned softly as her mind replayed the event and the orgasms washed over her.
"Let's leave her for the janitors," one said, turning off the light to the room and pulling the door half-closed. "Those young niggas need some slut too!" As the men laughed and joked down the hall, she was left to her thoughts and dozed.