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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

Scott didn't want her soft and ladylike. He wanted her screaming, ruined, and squirting. His hand changed pace and intensity, trying to get her to that point. He would show them what he could do to her, and what she would do for him.
 
She felt his intention, and knew she wasn't being shown any mercy. Her pussy ached and was sore, but she didnt let that stop her. She pushed back on his fingers every time he dug in to her. She felt Jordan clamp down on her nipple, pulling it hard.
 
About a dozen people had paused outside the conference room to watch Delaney get shared by the three men. Scott finally gave her what she seemed to want and pushed his fingers deep into her, giving her the same curling motion he had used that morning.
 
With that, she let out a yell that could be heard in the hallway. She spurted hard, so much that it was audible. 3...4...5..times. Her knees buckled, causing her to fall back onto his fingers, shoving them deeper into her. "Fuccckkk!!!!!"
 
Scott stepped aside and when she squirted, the spray splattered against the glass wall of the conference room. His hand stayed where it was and he kept curling deep, making it last as long as possible.
 
Her moaning and gasping continued as her squirting subsided. Tom and Jordan had made a game of pulling and stretching her nipples as she writhed from Scott's hand. Her breasts ached from their roughness, and she watched their faces as they tortured her.
 
"Fuck," Tom groaned. "We should get back to the meeting before I need more. You're too good at your job, Miss Andrews." He let go of her and returned to his seat.
 
"Thank you, Mr. Bringam." She rested her head on her hands for a moment, still catching her breath. She had no idea of the audience behind her, or the extent of the mess she made.
 
Scott also returned to his seat, leaving Delaney bent over the table. Everyone standing outside the glass leaned closer to get a better view of her now that she was unobstructed.
 
Instead of fully standing, she raised up slight, just enough to pull her dress down over her hips. She slid back into her seat, looking disheveled, but satsified.
 
The crowd dispersed, and she was none the wiser. But all the men knew and had seen her. The meeting ended and she was groped by three different men on the way back to her desk. The third one pushed her up against the wall and reached under her dress, being so bold as to touch her pussy.
 
She winced as he touched her. The raw soreness had settled in fully, and she asked him respectfully to let her go on her way. "Please, I'd really appreciate it if it could wait until another day."
 
"Everyone else gets to touch you," he said. "I want to touch you. If not there, then maybe...." He turned her around and groped her bare ass instead. "Here?"
 
She nodded to him, thankful he gave her grace. It was uncomfortable how he put her against the wall. "Thank you. I do need to go, though. Mr. Wilson is expecting me for his 4pm briefing."
 
"I'm here," Scott said rounding the corner. The younger man didn't stop touching Delaney, and Scott didn't tell him to stop either.
 
She turned her head toward him, giving him a look of "Please intervene." To the employee, "Hopefully all is to your liking, and I'm sure there will be another time you can touch elsewhere."
 
Scott took another step forward, giving a pointed look at the junior employee. He got the message and left quickly, leaving the two of them alone in the hall. "Too much for the first day?" Scott asked.
 
She nodded to him. "Thank you. I may need a day to heal," she smiled, slightly joking,but was also serious. Her hips and womanhood ached from the activity, and her flesh was tender. "I wasn't expecting all that."
 
"You should probably start to expect it. The attention is only going to increase," Scott pointed out. "Especially if we keep running into each other."
 
She smiled and looked at the floor, blushing. "Maybe we'll have to adjust our agreement so others can have their turn."
 
"You're right. I shouldn't have suggested it. I should probably head home for the day. I could use a shower and some clean clothes." She looked down over her dress, seeing dried fluid spatters in places.
 
"What we need to do is train you up," he said, twirling a lock of her hair. "Get your body ready to handle the constant attention. How would you feel about that?"
 
She chewed on her with uncertainty. "It's probably a good idea if you are willing to. This is all so new to me, and definitely not expected. I know if I'm not willing, it's going to be a problem, but I don't want to be physically miserable all the time either.
 
Scott nodded, letting her hair drop. "If want to keep this job, they're going to continue this whether you want it or not. You could quit, if you want. You could resist. Or you could try to enjoy it."
 
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