The higher-ups are waiting...

Mr. Murphy walks with you into the conference room. Many men and a few women sit around a long rectangular table, with mixed reactions as to your lewdness. Some men ogle, other glance away non-chalantly... only to go back to staring. One of the women tosses her hair like nothing is going on... the other stares like the men.

Mr. Murphy guides your naked ass around towards the front.

"So!" he proclaims. "Miss Jennifer. Our first secretary to break company policy, and the first to be an official office slut." He motions out with his hand. "Gentlemen?" he asks, clearly indicating the women, but mostly directed towards the men.

There is an awkward silence. Everyone is sizing you up. Or perhaps sizing your bust up. You aren't quite sure. But the attention is intoxicating. You are on full display for the pleasure of many.

One man clears his throat. Mr. Morgenstein.

"So, she... she's cool with this?" He turns to face his peers. "I just want to be sure..."

"Oh, she's cool with it!" Mr. Murphy clarifies. "She immediately sucked me off once I confronted her about all this... she's a true office slut, through and through..." he says, causally slapping your ass. You can't help but cry out, balancing yourself at the end of the table. You wonder if Mr. Murphy will demonstrate in you right then and there...

One of the other men looks forward. "So we can... come up and... touch her now?" he asks, carefully. You can't help but notice him glancing over at the other women before returning to ogling your tits.

"Yes, yes, that is correct... anyone for starters?" Mr. Murphy suggests, backing away from you, motioning with his arm towards your prized form, inviting others to partake of you. You can immediately tell who is interested and who is still questioning.

"I will," Mr. Woodwin asserts, getting up from his seat. He's a tall 6' 4" bald man with glasses. But he seems up to the task. He comes round the table towards you. Immediately your knees feel weak. You instinctively lean forward, preparing yourself for him. He comes around behind you. You hear a zipper. "Let's see what this is all about..." he decrees. He takes hold of your waist, like Mark did.... and you can feel it. A mysterious protruding ****... and he slides right in!

Immediately you are overwhelmed. Standing before everyone, naked as you are... and Mr. Woodwin's impressive length jutting into you, it's more than you can bear. You slam yourself against the table with a lusty cry, telling the room you need more. He gives it to you. He surges inside of you again... and again! Giving you his full length. It's not long before you forget about everyone else in the room and moan and gasp along with the strokes... you are in heaven...

He slaps your bare ass. "See gents?" he calls out to the room. "This is quite normal! Listen to how she wants it!" he describes, as you continue to moan and claw out like the **** slut that you are. Most of the men nod in agreement. Others are standing and undoing their zippers.

He continues thrusting into you. You aren't sure how long it lasts. But eventually he quivers to; emptying his balls into your womb. Semen gushes forth, and once he pulls out, some comes with his cock. It leaks out of you. Mark's is only just now sort of drying. Overcome, you glance up. Several more are lining up. This may last until quitting time...

"So... there may be others like her?" one soft-spoken exec pipes up.

"Oh yes, yes... I imagine there are plenty more sluts like her..." Mr. Woodwin supposes, nestling his spent cock back into his trousers. "We should conduct an audit. Make sure none of our other secretaries are quite so..."

He comes up to your side, the next executive already sliding himself into you. "... needy..." he declares. You shiver. You are quite needy. You do need this. All of this attention. All of this gaze... the second exec continues pushing until he too shudders...