Chapter 4

The wall to Jenni's left was like the end of the hall; made of glass, there were two vertical columns near the outsides. The office was large, but was still dominated by the desk he stood at. A leather upholstered couch faced toward the desk, its side toward the window. On the other side on the room was a chair that matched the couch.

He stood looking at her, sitting back against the edge of the desk. The sunlight gleamed from the polished wood, creating a brightness around him that almost made her squint.

"The door is behind you," he said casually. "Use it to leave if you wish. If you stay, accept that it is on my terms."

She stared at him for a few moments more, and then she nodded. Swallowing hard, she turned, and closed the door.

Turning back, she saw him moving toward the windowed wall, and he motioned for her. Concentrating on the steps she took, she crossed to him. Facing her, he moved his eyes from her hair to her face and down her body. He motioned, and she turned slowly for him. She felt feverish as he watched the thin gauze of the dress shift against the contours of her body.

"A nice dress," he said, and she glowed with pride that he had liked her choice. "Remove it."

Her breath caught for an instant, and then she was tugging the buttons free. She tried to keep her hands from shaking, and to keep from opening the dress too quickly. The cloth opened from between her naked tits, from the firm curve of her stomach, from the white lace of the garter belt, and from the narrow V of lilac nylon that clung to her swollen pubes.

She eased the cloth from the soft contours of her slender shoulders, and the gauze tugged at the gentle rises of her pale pink aureolas, and then at the burning rings of her nipples. Her breasts bared, the dress dropped to her elbows, draping down below her trim waist, and below the juncture of her delicately gapped thighs.

Drawing her hands from the short sleeves, she let the dress drop around her feet. He looked at the swollen teardrops of her breasts, the flow of her waist into her hips, the transparent cling of the panties to her mound, and at her long legs. He motioned, and she turned. Her breathing was shallow, and she wanted to glance back over her shoulder to see his reaction to the supple curve of her back with its dimples above the full, uptilted cheeks of her ass.

He moved to face her and the window, and she saw that his eyes were looking past her. Before she realized that she had done it, she turned her head to follow his gaze. A hundred yards away, a building was under construction, and a number of the construction workers were watching her and Mathew. Some smiled, some grinned, and a few were calling out to others. Blushing, her hands lifted to touch the centers of her palms to her nipples, and she shivered as the damp flesh touched the burning flesh, a chill of pleasure going through her tits. She looked at him, uncertain.

"The rest," he said, oblivious to her reaction to the men watching.

Slowly, she nodded, and she began to unfasten the ribbon straps of the garter belt from the tops of the stockings. She thought about moving so that she could lean against one of the columns, or against the couch, but she did not. Leaning forward from the waist, she slid her palms down her thigh, lowering one stocking, and she brought her knee up high as she balanced on one foot. She slipped the stocking and her heel off. A moment later, both stockings and shoes were off, and she unfastened the garter belt. Seeing his big tool tenting his slacks out toward her, she forgot about those watching her strip.

She hooked her thumbs in the silk waistband of the panties, and slid it down from her waist. The nylon lowered from her abdomen and the top of her lush fanny, tugging free of the deep cleavage. She felt the air against her damp slit, and the wispy curlings of her muff lifted. She raised one knee and then the other, and then she was fully naked. He nodded, and she resisted smiling.

He motioned, and she slowly turned. She started to lower her eyes when the men came into view, but she felt such pride over his approving nods that she found her embarrassment lessened. There were now a dozen men watching. Some pretended to be working, but they were all staring at her naked body. She could feel their eyes on her breasts, belly, and cunny. She felt herself slow, but she continued to turn back around. Her slit was flexing damply, and her apex pulsed deeply.

"Put your heels back on," he said.

The flowing lines of her legs were emphasized as she stood naked but for the high heels. Moving toward her, he motioned for her to turn her side to the window, and she had to pull her eyes from the hard thrusting of his prod against his slacks.

"Lean forward," he said, "and grasp your ankles."

She was a little confused, but she did as he said. Leaning forward from the waist, she curled her fingers around her ankles. She felt her thighs go taut and her ass cheeks pull tight. Her hair around her face, she looked back between her legs at his. Her breasts shifted high on her chest.

She gasped as she felt his hands spread wide against her hips, and her hands tightened around her ankles. The heels of his hands slid back against the velvety pillows of her tush, and his thumb tips joined at the cleft of her ass. His thumbs moved down in the shallow of her cleavage, and her cunny tightened and loosened as they moved closer and closer to it. His thumbs indented the soft flesh, and then pulled out to the sides, drawing her buttocks apart. She swallowed hard, knowing he was looking at the carnation pink bud of her anus. Had he taken out his cock? Could she take it within her ass? Yes, was her reply to herself.

His thumbs moved up and down in counterpoint, shifting the pursing of her anus, and subtle tremors went up into her. Then, his thumbs lowered, and her cheeks came together again. His thumbs touched the junctures of her thighs and torso, shifting in the soft shallows. The blood rushing to her head, she swayed as his thumbs moved in almost till they touched the outer bases of her mound. His touch pulled back, and the base of her slit shifted. She wondered if her juices were overflowing her cleave.

"Alright," he said as he stepped back, his hands dropping from her.

Blinking, she straightened, and almost fell as the blood whirled within her head. He was moving toward the desk, and she looked after him in confusion. Sitting back against the desk, he saw her expression of confusion.

"You can go," he explained.

"Go?" she asked in a small, uncomprehending voice. "But...."

"Yes?"

"Don't you...?"

"What?"

"I thought we'd .. "What is it you want?"

"I-I want to ... to ball with you," she said with a trace of desperation.

"Oh." He nodded. "Could you be more specific?"

"I want you to fuck me ... in my puss, my ass, my mouth," she said, forcing the words from her dried mouth.

"And?" he said, and she thought she saw a trace of a smile.

"I want to drink your come again. I-I want you to do whatever pleases you," she admitted, past pretense.

"Alright," he said after staring off thoughtfully for a moment, and he moved back toward her. "You may undress me."

She nodded with a little smile of relief. She went behind him, and removed his jacket, inhaling as the cloth brushed against her hypersensitive nipples. The jacket carefully draped over the chair behind the desk, she began to unbutton his shirt. She saw her fingers trembling as she slipped the buttons from the eyelets, and she saw his muscular chest rising and falling with normal breathing. She drew the shirt from his plated stomach, and saw the hair curling down from below his navel disappear beneath his pants.

Drawing the shirt out from his pants, she moved behind him, and slipped it from his broad shoulders. She saw the supple muscles defined in his back and arms as he shifted them, and she felt the warmth of his flesh.

The shirt hanging on the chair, she stared down at his belt buckle. She could feel her heart pounding and her clit pulsing. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and unbuckled the belt. The backs of her fingers felt the warmth of his flat abdomen as she opened the clasp of the trousers. Feeling dizzy, she held the cloth with one hand, and began to draw his zipper down with the other. The chirp of the steel teeth parting seemed very loud to her ears.

His pants open, she swayed as she dropped her hands from them. The cloth parted to reveal the curlings of his pubic hair and the very base of his thick shaft. Without conscious thought, she went to one knee before him. She started to reach up for the waistband of the slacks, but remembered his shoes.

His shoes off, she peeled his socks down and off, caressing them from his feet. Straightening off her knee, she felt the flesh of his slim hips against the backs of her fingers as she began to lower the slacks. His erect rod held against the cloth, and she had to work the trousers down off it. She watched as his tool was forced down and back toward his muscled thigh. More and more of the veined trunk came into view, and vertigo flowed through her brain.

She moved the pants further arid further down his thighs, and her eyes moved over his heavily weighted sac. Then, the cloth caught against the rim of his cock's head, and she moistened her lips. She realized that the muscles in her arms were tensed, and that her shoulders were bunched. She swallowed, and pulled the pants further down. His prick sprang free, lifting out and up like an uncaged creature, strong and ravenous.

He stepped out of the slacks as she stared at the vertical mouth of his knob. Their sides to the window, and the watching crew, she looked up at his face.

"Can I-kiss it? Suck you?" she asked as she forced her head back so that she could stare up into his eyes.

"If you-wish," he said, his weight on one leg as he folded his arms.

Dropping her other knee to the floor, she leaned forward, and the softness of her mouth touched his cock in a slow, caressing kiss. Her lips parted, sliding against the velvet tautness of the bulb, and the point of her tongue slid against the tiny lips of his tool. Feeling vertiginous, she touched her hands tentatively to his hips. Relieved that he did not order them down, she remembered the men watching, and she lowered her hands to just above his knees so that the view of her profile and his tool would not be obstructed.

Her lips slid back to the rim of his cock's head as her tongue washed over the plump knob. The muscles in her groin were tightening as the damp throbbing within her depths quickened. She sucked at his knob, her cheeks drawing in as she licked at it.

She started to move her mouth down around his thick length, but she paused. Her eyes opened, lifting, and she started to lean back so that she could ask if she could go down on him.

"Yes, you may," he said as if reading her mind.

Her hands caressing the outsides of his thighs, she let her lips slip over the edge of his knob, and her tongue thrust and pulled against his dorsal vein, nicking against the cleft of the plush crown. Her cheeks drew in as her mouth moved further down, and she filled her mouth with him as she sucked. Her mouth turned from side to side, her tongue kneading the thick undervein.

She lost all sense of time as she moved her head back and forth, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, his knob bobbing in her throat. She was murmuring, her flesh feeling fevered, the blood pounding in her head. Her breathing ragged, she slowly drew her head back until his cock popped free of her mouth. Her breathing quickened, her lips were parted. She looked up, but could read nothing from his expression. Her eyes darted to the side, and she saw that there were at least fifteen men watching from the building under construction, and that they were now on their lunch break, some eating. Had she been in the office for over half an hour? Had she sucked at his cock that long?

He reached down, curling his fingers under her chin, and he pulled upward. She raised up onto her feet, swaying before him.

"Let's see, you wanted my cock in your cunt and ass too, didn't you?"

She nodded, and he motioned toward the couch. Her ass rolling gently, she moved to it. He motioned her around to the back of it, and she felt the cool softness of the tooled leather against the fronts of her thighs. She watched the muscles in his stomach and thighs shift as he moved between her and the window, his cock bobbing and the sunlight gleaming from the dampness left by her mouthings. Then he was behind her, and her hands tightened against the couch as he gripped her hips.

His hands slid down to her thighs, and pressed them outward. She spread her legs, her abdomen shifting against the couch as she leaned forward from the waist. Her hands pressed against the back of the couch, and the contours of her back were accented as her straightened arms pressed her shoulders upward. His knob touched in the cleavage of her ass and glided softly upward toward the cleft as he moved forward. Her toes curled against the carpet. His cock pulled back, and then was touching against her backward-thrust cunny. She twisted her clit against the top of the couch, her teeth indenting her full lower lip as her eyes closed.

His cock's head slid down along her damp lips till it touched the couch. Her thighs shoved against the rear of the couch, and the tendons at the insides lifted slightly from the accented rise of her cunt. His knob slid back toward the base of her furrow, pressing with more pressure. Back and forth it slid, the pressure gradually increasing until her lips were forced apart. Her hips shifted back against him, rocking off the couch. His knob fully in her, she felt the outsides of his strong thighs against the insides of hers. He moved closer, and his thick rod began to glide up into the humid quiver of her cunny. She gave a small gasp as a small, but exquisite orgasm flowered within her underbelly. Her body trembled against his.

His prod slid higher and higher within her, glutting her. Her hands clutched at the leather as her abdomen and hips twisted against it. Then he was fully within her, his knob sliding against her cervix and off it. She moaned without restraint.

She felt his hips against her fanny, and she caressed them with her rounded cheeks as he began to thrust within her. She rocked her hips shifting her clit's aching throb against the firmness.

"Oh, yes, yes," she murmured as his thick hardness moved within her. "Yes-s-s," she whispered with a smile of ecstasy as another orgasm flowered.

Her head moved from side to side, and she found herself facing the brightness of the window. She focused her eyes, and she saw the men still watching. Another orgasm went through her, reverberating as she felt an added excitement. She thrust her fanny back, clutching at the ever-moving column with her cunt. Her flushed face tightened as she concentrated. Her damp palms slid down to the seat of the couch, and her feet lifted from the carpet. Her calves lifted till her feet touched his back, her toes flexing against the pads. Her head lifted, her body curved down from her raised shoulders and up to her lifted fanny, her thighs angling down and out, and her calves up and toward her body. Her rounded ass cheeks tightened and loosened, rocking back and forth as she thrust and pulled around his flexing shaft.

She wished she could see his face. She could see the workers. Some were rubbing absently at their crotches. She moaned deliriously, brightness flashing within her mind, her ears ringing. His prod continued to move with a steady rhythm. Her clit flashed with electric energy. Her hips twisted against the leather. Her moans grew deeper. The orgasms were merging, building within her recesses. Her underbelly contracted and expanded with voluptuous heat. Her eyes lost their focus, and she imagined she could make out the details of the men's erections-erections she and he were creating, erections that her body and abandon were generating. She found her thoughts blurring. His cock continued to move, steadily, rhythmically, untiring in its insistence. Her head lifted high, her mouth opening wide. The breath caught in her throat. There was only the sound of her blood roaring. There was only the flashing pleasure filling her body and consuming her senses. She cried out, coming.

Her hands slid forward until she was resting on her forearms. Her head sagged down between her hands. She tried to open her eyes, but she felt as if she had been spun around and around until everything was whirling and tilting all at once. Her ragged breathing began to ease a little, and she gradually became aware that his cock was still moving within her. The undulations of pleasure within her cunny eased a little, and she could feel his cock moving. The movements were barely discernible due to their subtlety. The vertigo subsided, and she rubbed her cheek up along her arm as she lifted her head. The men were still watching, and she smiled drunkenly.

Leaning forward, he slid one hand over her firm belly, and the other moved up between her breasts to spread wide against her upper chest. He drew her up and back until her back was against his body. The movement shifted the angle of his cock within her, and she was half-surprised; it seemed as if the wild motions of her body should have drawn the come from him. He took a step back, holding her to him.

Her legs were limp, her toes shifting against the carpet. His forearms were firm against her stomach and between her breasts, his hands pressed against her chest and curled around her waist. His knob shifted deep within her.

She wanted to ask what he was doing, but she could not form the words. He began to walk toward the desk, and each step caused his hard length to move within her. She groaned deep in her chest.

The desk stood on a center pedestal, long and flat except at the front. As they came closer she noticed that the rise at the front was a control panel. She saw a TV screen, a speaker grid, an intercom, and a telephone built into the panel. There were other items and switches. The fronts of her thighs touched the edge of the desk, and he leaned forward, lowering her to the polished walnut.

His arms slid back, and her breasts pressed down against the wood, her arms spreading wide. He eased her forward, and her thighs were atop the desk. His hands pressed down to either side of her, and he began to ease up onto the desk, his cock's pressure urging her to move forward until they were both atop the big desk.

She realized that the men across the way had a view of his tool immersed within her spread cunny, but now she could see neither his face nor theirs. His rod just moving within her, he reached out to the control panel to flick a switch. She opened her eyes as she heard a humming, and she realized that the desk was moving. It turned upon the pedestal until the back side was facing the windows. She turned her head, and saw the men still watching. She heard another switch flipped and another hum. The desk began to rise, stopping only when it was high enough to be used as a podium by a standing person. She laughed with delight, but suddenly gasped as his hips lifted, his prod sliding back and out of her cunt.

In her mind's eye, she could see his trunk gleaming with her juices. Her hands spread and pulled against the desk as she felt his damp knob press against the bud of her anus. Slowly, he turned his hips from side to side, applying the lightest of pressure. She twisted her cunt against the polished wood as her anus began to open around the bulbous crown of his prod.

She concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscles, removing the tension as his cock's head began to move up into her fanny. Her legs spread wider and her ass lifted. She twisted her breasts against the hard mahogany. His shaft pushed deeper, pulled back a little, pushed deeper, her juices lubricating its movement. Her rectum reverberated with heat, the contractions and expansions beginning within her cunt again. She became aware that he had turned on a stereo FM within the control panel, the music playing softly. She bucked her ass toward him, but he drew back, controlling the gradual insertion of his hard length up into her rectum. Her bowels billowed with heat. Her lower hp pulled against the wood as her cheek turned against it. She ground her tits against the desk, seeking to ease the burning of her nipples.

His heavy balls swung forward, and she felt his sac against the base of her cunt. She gasped wildly, feeling him moving deeper and deeper. Her eyes were opened wide, but she saw nothing. Her mouth was opened wide, but no sound came from her constricted throat.

His loins pressed against the silky cushions of her ass cheeks, and she was dimly aware that his entire prod was now within her. Her body writhed between him and the desk. She was gasping deeply. She twisted the insistent pulsing of her clit against the hardness of the desk as she tightened and loosened her ass around the hardness of his rod. He was thrusting within her, arching his hips. His hands slid under her stomach and up under her tits. She gurgled happily as her breasts were forced high on her chest, and then his strong hands were encasing them.

Her hips were twisting and rocking. His hands kneaded and caressed the swollen aching of her breasts, his fingers plucking at the aching burn of her nipples. She rubbed her back against his strong chest. The flarings of her clit came faster and faster. Her legs stretched and curled, her rectum clutching and pulling at his prod.

He pushed one elbow against the desk, and she felt her stomach sliding against the mahogany. He rolled over onto his back, and she was resting atop him as he continued to thrust within her ass without pause. His hips shoved up against the plush weights of her ass cheeks. The fingers of one hand indenting her breast, his other hand glided slowly down her belly, moving closer and closer to the damp plume of her cunt.

His fingers slid down over her throbbing mound and into her wet furrow, curling up into the sweet pudding. She moaned, writhing atop him. Then she went still as the heel of his hand began to work against the top of her slit, sending rippling vibrations down into her clit. She gasped with pleasure. His hand and his cock moved in harmony. She clutched at the outsides of his hips, feeling the shallows between them and his buttocks. The separation between her nook and her ass blurred, and then dissolved. The movements of his hand and his cock became one, and her lower body was a pressure cooker, steaming and building in intensity. She was crying out without being aware of it.

Her mind spun with joy as her body bucked and squirmed, her underbelly expanding and contracting with ecstasy. Her mouth opened to her ragged breathing, she found herself looking toward the window. The men across the way came into focus, and she gave a blurred grin. Then she frowned with confusion as the window seemed to move to the side. Were things spinning that much? Then she realized that he had hit the turn switch, and that the desk was slowly revolving. She gave a giddy laugh of pleasure, but it caught in her throat as the surgings of heat within her recesses abruptly quickened. Her eyes widened and then closed to the brightness as orgasm after orgasm flashed through her.

Her feet pulled up alongside his legs, her knees high. Her ass began to rise and fall, pulling up along his thrusting member and then shoving down around it. His hand continued to vibrate her clit and caress the blazing crevice of her cunt.

The rip tide of arousal overwhelmed her, and she was pulled further and further into the solar heat, which grew more and more intense. Her thoughts and her awareness of whatever sounds or movements she might be making were left behind. There was only the constant building, the steady rise. Sheer ecstasy overpowered her, and the roar of her blood was the roar of the ocean, brightness burning through her mind.

Gradually, she became aware that she was lying curled on her stomach. Feeling as if her muscles and bones had melted, she realized that the desk had been lowered and stopped. She was facing the window, and she smiled toward the men who were once again working, their lunch hour over. Glad that she had had a full night's sleep, she forced herself up onto one elbow, and she brushed her hair back as she looked around. Drying his hands, Mathew stood in the previously hidden door of a bathroom. He had cleaned up, looking as fresh as before, and his cock was as hard as before.

"You-you haven't...."

"Come?" he asked as he took her hand to draw her from the desk and onto her feet. "No," he said with a trace, of a smile, and she followed him toward the window.

Letting go of her hand, he stepped to the side, and she saw the construction workers applauding. Her surprised smile widened as she beamed with pleasure, and she found herself taking a ballerina's bow. With a little laugh, she looked to Mathew. He was holding her dress out toward her, and she looked at him in confusion even as she took it.

"Like the audience?" he asked as she began to slip into the dress, the underwear and stockings forgotten.

"Yeah, I got off on them," she admitted.

Taking her by the shoulders, he moved her almost against the window. She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her through the thin dress. His hands went down, and he began to gather up the skirt. She saw the men across the way give up their pretense of work as he lifted the skirt of the dress to her shoulders, baring her legs and loins to them She saw a man who was clearly a foreman appear and begin to yell at the men, who ignored him, and then he too was watching, his pants thrusting out also.

"Finger yourself for them." She heard his deep, resonant voice whisper at her ear.

Somewhere in her brain, a protest started to rise, but it was washed away by her excitement. Her palms eased up her thighs as she moved them further apart. Her fingers drifted over her slit and through the drenched curlings of her muff. Her eyes were lidded, but she kept them open. Her fingers drew her lips open, baring the tongue-pink crevice of her box. Her lips were parted to her ragged breathing. His hands held her skirt to her shoulders, and she arched her chest to press her breasts against the insides of his forearms, feeling the heat of his flesh through the gauze.

She curled her fingers in the humid slickness of her opened mound, her thumb drifting over the pulse of her apex. She blinked, seeing one of the men draw his hard tool from his jeans. His fingers curling around the thick trunk, he smiled at her as he began to slowly stroke himself. Her pulse racing, she twisted her ass back against the hard base of Mathew's took his knob stroking the center of her back.

"Like the company?" he asked, and she nodded with a murmur. "Motion for the rest of them to join you," he told her.

Smiling carnally, she raised one damp-fingered hand. Curving her fingers to her thumb, she moved her hand up and down, motioning with her head. The men glanced nervously at one another, and they saw the man whose cock was already out. He grinned too, and zippers began to be lowered. In moments, sixteen cocks were bared to her eyes. Her clit was pulsing madly, and she ground her ass back against his tool.

She watched wide-eyed as the men's hands began to stroke and tug at their cocks. She strained to focus her eyes so that she could see the details of thickness, length, shape, and which were circumcised or uncircumcised. Her hand stiffened as she pressed it to her mouth, tasting her own juices. Her other hand moved with a concentrated rhythm in her snatch, her arm aching. Her clit's pulse quickened. Her cunt tightened and loosened around her fingers, her hips arching back and forth between her hand and his cock.

The men's faces were flushed, and some were strained. Their hands moved with different rhythms. She moaned.

"Imagine them all in you," he said. "They're all hard for you. They're all imagining they're fucking you. Imagine that. Feel that. When they come, imagine that they are coming in you and over you."

Her vision going in and out of focus, she imagined it, and she groaned blissfully. Her thumb rubbing her clit, she lowered her other hand, and there were eight fingers thrusting and curling in her spread cunny. She imagined them as cocks, as the men's tongues.

"Imagine their come raining over you," he urged. "Imagine bathing in their spend, swimming in it."

"Oh, yes-s-s," she moaned. "Bui;-"

"But?"

"But it's you I want to come-to come in me." She groaned, her legs feeling rubbery.

He pressed the hem of the skirt to her mouth, and she bit down into the gauze, holding the skirt up as his hand moved down between them. She shuddered with an orgasm. The men across the way were twisting off their asses, biceps standing out as they pulled at their engorged tools.

His hips went back from her, and she felt his bulbous knob slide down the shallow of her spine. His hand moved the dress up over her uptilted ass cheeks, and she felt it against her flesh as he forced his stiff rod downward. She gasped, feeling his cock sliding between , her legs.

She looked down to see his upper shaft and knob jutting out from below her fingers. For a moment, to her blurred eyes, it appeared that she had become hermaphroditic, and had grown a cock. "You may put it in," he said, and her nectar-covered fingers slid over his knob and shaft.

She arched her hips down as she pressed his tool up, raising up onto her toes so that the high heels lifted from the carpet. His hands held her skirt against her shoulders again, supporting her. She groaned as his knob slid up beneath her clit, and then he was in her throbbing nest.

She pressed her fingers against his thick dorsal vein and tugged at his trunk with her vaginal muscles. She squirmed against him, her cunt holding him as it flexed. She wanted his whole length, but the third she held was enough, and the underside of his shaft was shifting beneath her clit. Orgasms flashed within her.

She would not have been surprised if the men had shown resentment over the fact that it was not one of their tools in her cunt, but they were smiling. It was as if Mathew was their representative, fucking her for them, She smiled broadly, moving her hand away from her slit so that they could see his cock moving in her spread mound more clearly while she continued to buff her clit with her thumb.

"Imagine that each cock you look at is the one in you," he said, and she tried to focus her blurred eyes and thoughts on them. "Can you imagine? Can you imagine them all thrusting and turning in you, pulling and twisting in your sweet, juicy puss?"

"Yes, yes," she moaned, her brain spinning, his hold on her shoulders and his cock within her all that was keeping her on her feet. "Yes, yes," she gasped, her tightened belly undulating as her hips bucked against him. "Yes-s-s," she moaned as she squeezed and turned her cunt around his thrusting hardness, her clit burning between it and her thumb.

One of the men's mouths opened wide, his head going back. Thick come blasted high from his jerking tool. Another man's face lined, his thick shaft bucking as his hand loosened it. Another aimed his long shaft toward her, pulling the foreskin back as his come geysered in her direction before arcing down toward the street; she had a mental flash of it raining down upon her as she walked along. Her orgasms were blasting through her from her feet to her scalp, her toes pulling tightly against her shoes.

Her cunt was spasming around his thrusting thickness. A curved shaft spewed a thick brew. A long, low-slung rod jabbed at the sky. A dark,' thick prong jumped, fountaining. She could feel their movements, could feel their hot nectar gushing up into her and flowing over her. She moaned and twisted, her orgasms merging into a rocketing train. His cock was all sixteen cocks, their movements his. She made wild sounds, her head moving from side to side in a frenzy.

Her impassioned climax brought the rest of the men over the edge, and her vision was filled with the sight of cocks thrusting and jerking, the air filled with pale fireworks.

"You-you come-please," she gasped hoarsely, the climax pulling her higher and higher as it continued on and on.

"Now?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, please," she gasped as her vision was filled with brightness, and she saw that all of the men had come but for the first one who had taken his cock out. It was as if his smile mirrored Mathew's face. She looked directly into the man's eyes, concentrating within the bombardment of her sanity by her climax. "Come," she said, enunciating so that he could read her lips. "Come," she cried, and the intensity of her climax was sweeping her away.

The man's smile tightened, and his cock began to spasm. Mathew's rod began to thrust faster and faster within her, rushing beneath her clit. The man's head went back, his hand moving away from his reddened length. Matthew's dorsal vein was moving against her clit as his come raced through his tool. The man's come blasted upward from his bucking prick. Mathew's come was blasting up into her depths. She cried out. She was seeing and feeling their cocks moving within her, their come geysering within her. Her vision went, and her culmination swept over her.

She remembered an out of focus image of the man's ecstatic face, and she opened her eyes. She was on the couch. Mathew was finishing dressing. She smiled warmly as she watched, bliss flowing through her.

"Time to go," he said, and she took his hand.

She stood up, and closed her eyes as dizziness spun her for a moment. Her legs steadying, she looked at him.

"Like to say goodbye?" he asked, nodding toward the window.

She followed his gaze, and saw that the men were back at work. She went to the window and looked across at them. A man saw her, and then they were all grinning toward her. She let out a little girl's giggle of delight, and threw them a kiss, her eyes coming to rest on the last man to come among them. The others threw kisses back, and he bowed, his courtly motion somehow not seeming to conflict with his tank top, jeans, and work boots.

Waiting for the elevator, she noticed that it had grown dark outside, and thunder rumbled just before they entered the car. In the lobby, she saw that it was raining outside, people scurrying for cover and holding papers and briefcases over their heads.

She looked at Mathew, but he continued toward the doors, and they went outside. She smiled at the idea of walking in the rain, and they moved casually up the sidewalk as people ran by.

She lifted her face to the rain, and felt it flow over her features. She opened her mouth, stretching her long tongue out to drink it. She looked over at him, and he glanced at her with a hint of a smile.

"That desk of yours is really great," she said.

"A bit ostentatious, but ... it does have its assets," he said, and she grinned.

"Wonder what the cleaning ladyll say about the stains on it," she mused.

A man running toward them slowed as if he was on film, and his eyes widened. His head turned as he passed by, his eyes moving over her body. She looked at him with a curious expression and then looked down.

The rain was turning the thin gauze of her dress transparent, and she now wore no underwear beneath it. She saw the pink of her nipples clearly revealed, and the flesh of her upper breasts and thighs showed through clearly. She saw individual drops of rain turn spots sheer, and her plume began to show through as a shadow. She felt the dress clinging to her buttocks.

Blushing, she started to tell him about the effect of the rain, but she closed her mouth upon seeing his profile. He obviously was aware of it, and her embarrassment receded a little. She looked ahead, and saw people standing under an awning. They were staring at her. She saw herself reflected in a plate glass window, and realized that she was fully naked to the ideas of anyone. The soaked dress was molded to her otherwise bare flesh.

Blushing again, she started to look away from the eyes of the people as they passed, but then she smiled. She felt enormous elation to be walking as good as naked beside him, to be seen by the world with him.

As casual as an empress-with-new-clothing, she let her eyes drift over the faces they passed, seeing excitement and outrage. She remembered the workers, and she imagined the men pulling out their prods to jerk off, and the women pulling their skirts up or their slacks down to finger themselves. Imagining that the rain was come, she gave a throaty laugh, her head going back, and she opened her mouth wide to the rain.

After another half-block, they came to a cab stand, and he opened the back door of one. She felt a twinge of disappointment when he did not get in with her, but the afternoon had been so enjoyable that she could not feel down. The cab driver was staring back at her with wide eyes that moved from her clearly revealed breasts to the drape of the now transparent dress between her thighs, which revealed her cunny.

"Will you call again?" she asked in a small voice as she stared up at Mathew.

"Possibly," he said, and she nodded. Lowering her eyes, she found them on the cling of his damp slacks to his tool. She wanted to reach out and touch it, and then she did. She craned her neck forward and kissed his rod through the cloth, sucking the rain from the cloth. She looked up with a blush, hoping she had not angered him.

He nodded, and walked away. She turned to watch through the back window, and raised up onto her knees. The cab driver moaned softly as her fanny was thrust toward him, Mathew turned the comer, and she sat down, not noticing the skirt pulling up toward the tops of her thighs, but the driver did notice.

Absently, she gave him the address, and was lost in her thoughts of the pleasures she had shared with Mathew and that he had provided for her. Reluctantly, the driver slowly turned, forcing his eyes away from the sight of her rain-dampened thighs and mound. He took a deep breath, and they started forward.

She wondered how long it would be before he contacted her again, and what he would come up with for the next time. This encounter had been so deliriously joyous that she could hardly imagine him topping it. Smiling, she wondered how she could word her thanks to Kama for having invited her and Mathew to the party where they met.

She looked ahead, and saw the driver's eyes flicking back and forth between the traffic and her reflection. She smiled to herself as she glanced down at the transparent cling of the dress on her exposed loins. She felt emboldened.

"Really got drenched," she said casually, pulling the clinging cloth from her thighs, thus raising the dress even higher.

"Uh, yeah." The driver nodded, his voice sounding strangled.

She leaned back, stretching her arms across the back of the seat, and the wet gauze pulled tight against her breasts. Letting her head loll to the side, she did not look at the rear view mirror as she let him stare at her naked cunt, and at her breasts. She decided that she could not say no if he asked to ball, and she smiled contentedly.