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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?"
 
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