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The presentation(all characters are fictional. this is a work of fiction..etc etc)As Jo got ready she thought about her day ahead. It was going to be tough. A make or break pitch meeting. If they won it could mean the company kick on to a whole new level. If they lost… well she didn’t really want to contemplate that thought.She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was very short, dark but she had noticed the odd fleck of grey. Nothing unusual for a woman of 38. She wore a white blouse, that covered a respectable 36DD bra and black pencil skirt that came down just below the knee. She checked to see if the buttons of her suspender belt didn’t show through the black material of the skirt… nope, she’d get away with that… The outfit was finished off with a pair of black patent 4-inch heels and seamed stockings. She popped her glasses on grabbed a jacket and headed off to work.Jo had been in the job now for a few years now. A senior position beckoned. If she could pull in this business the role would surely be hers.“Jo, we can’t tell you how much we need this contract. It’s vital…” Her boss’s words were ringing in her ears as she entered the boardroom on the stroke of 2 o’clock.She met the team she was to pitch to. Wesley, Adam, Jim and Neil. Backing her up were Gregg, her immediate boss and Jim slightly junior to her.Wesley and Adam were two black guys, both well over six foot tall, Jim similar is build, and equally as huge. Neil was the older guy. Must be late fifties early sixties. He was obviously the boss.The meeting began reasonably well bursa escort she felt. They smiled and nodded in all the right places and she felt her confidence growing. She was in her stride.“…draught figures for the projected third quarter show…”Neil raised his hand. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said “but could you just get one of your tits out?”She didn’t know where to look. Neil’s colleagues smiled and nodded slowly. She glanced at Gregg. He gave a quick nod. ‘Jo, we can’t tell you how much we need this contract. It’s vital…’. THAT sentence was going round in her head.“Come on.” Neil hurried her, “I’d like to see it.”She didn’t know what to do. There was only one thing she could do.Her fingers fumbled at the blouse buttons. Then after pushing the strap off her shoulder she cupped and lifted her right tit out of its cup. Then had to pick up the presentation from where she paused.She could feel the eye’s on her. Six guys not interested in what she was sayings, but transfixed by her exposed breast. A humiliating yet slightly strange feeling.She did her best to continue.But it must’ve been less than five minutes later, Jo was mid sentence. “…reveal a projected increase in sales, which, backed up by the Morrison data, means we can reasonably predict…”Neil raised his hand again. “I think its fair to say we’d all like to see the other one.”Again, more smiles and again, her boss was willing her on with a swift nod of his head.Again, her blouse fell open, and she slipped the strap off her shoulder. Her right hand cupped her mersin escort left breast and eased it out in front of the gentlemen sat before her.They were magnificent. 36DD tits gently hanging there in all their glory.“Please, continue.” said her boss.She continued, embarrassment, combined with a slight ache in her stomach. These men staring at her pendulous tits. Pretending to listen, but just looking. Interupting her flow with their lewd comments.“…We’ll put together a specialist team, with…”“I’d love to fuck them…”“…a combined experience of over 60…”“Yeah. A sliding my big dick between those…”“… years in this and similar sectors…”“Imagine those bouncing in your face.”“Lets have her up on the table.” “Yes. On the table please Jo. And I think the skirt should come off too.”“Yeah come on…” a chorus of voices called for her to get on the table.She found herself kneeling on the table hands helping her skirt off and her bra unclipped and removed. She was down to her suspender belt, black seamed stockings, and black heels. There was no chance of her carrying on her presentation. She was on her knees with her elbows on the desk top, her arse raised into the air, and just a very flimsy, sheer pair of knickers between her and her audience.It wasn’t long before her knickers were pulled down around her knees. And she felt hands all over her backside, and her tits, fingers probing her mouth. The ache in her stomach was growing and she could feel herself getting very wet between the legs.Now she really needed some cock. sakarya escort And she didn’t have to wait long. All at once all six of them were all over her. Almost instantly she had two cocks thrust in her face. Her tongue expertly lapping at the huge purple heads before her mouth accepted the big purple glands one after the other.Then she felt another at the entrance to her cunt. Rubbing itself along the slit that was now already very wet. A gentle nudge forward and it was in, the huge girth filling her. The thick veiny cock was soon pumping away in a steady fashion, Jo’s eyes widening with every forward push.Soon she was too overcome by the feeling of the thick shaft and she let out a huge moan. (Which was obviously stifled by the huge cock in her mouth.) She trembled and groaned as she came. And it wouldn’t be the last.She was helped down from the table. Neil was sat back in his office chair, 8 inches of cock pointing skyward, an evil grin on his face.She soon straddled him lowering her cunt onto his cock, forcing her tits into his face.She looked over her shoulder. “ Someone stick a cock up my arse.” she commanded.It didn’t take too long for someone to oblige. Soon her arse and cunt were filled with thick cock. She took one in each hand and had two rubbed in her face, her tongue lapping greedily at their swollen heads.She took a cock between her tits, guys took turns at doing her over the table. They used her knickers to stroke themselves off as they watched the action. She came at least three more times.And then it was they guy’s turn.She took two loads up her arse, one after the other while another three unloaded over her face, the last one all over her tits.Later that day jo had a phone call. The clients couldn’t decide so the business was going to go to a further round of pitching. The clients would be back next week…

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