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Office Wife 3: Gangbanged In The Conference Room
(Traci Wilde)

It was here, in this conference room, where Mr. Kendrick had taken her blouse off, lifted her skirt, spanked her, touched and teased and kissed her, and ultimately ravished her like a wild man, ramming into her harder and faster than she'd ever felt, sending waves of orgasm tearing through her like a summer storm ravishing the countryside. 

All while her husband stood outside the locked glass doors, watching, pleading with them to stop, tears even welling in his eyes.

Linda felt her face grow hot at the memory. She stood at the door for a few seconds, fighting to get her breath under control, waiting for her face to cool. Eventually she was okay and stepped into the conference room.

"Linda, we'll need you to take notes for us," her boss said.

"Of course, Mr. Kendrick."

She took a seat around the table...

Linda quickly began taking notes. The words meant little to her, and they didn't need to. Her job was to accurately record what they said and provide notes to Mr. Kendrick. Whether she fully understood what she was writing was of little consequence ??" she would figure it out later, when transcribing the notes.

They continued the discussion, and she wrote furiously, concentrating solely on replicating what they said.

That's why it caught her so off-guard.

Linda flinched and let a little gasp escape her mouth when she felt Cynthia's foot rub against her leg. It wasn't an accidental touch, but a long, lingering caress, her foot ??" Cynthia had allowed her shoe to fall off under the table ??" slipping along the inside of Linda's calf, up to her knee.

They all stopped and turned to her. 

"Everything okay, Linda?" Mr. Kendrick said. She thought she detected mild annoyance in his tone.

"N...I mean yes. Yes sir, Mr. Kendrick, I..." she wasn't sure what to say. "I just thought..."

"Thought you felt a breeze blow up your skirt?" Cynthia said, her mouth a teasing smirk. 

Linda felt her breath catch in her throat when Cynthia leaned over and patted her on the arm. Linda felt what she could only think of as an electric charge shoot up her arm at the touch. 

"I felt the same thing," Cynthia said, turning toward Mr. Kendrick. "Stan, your conference room must have a draft."

Mr. Kendrick frowned. 

"It's okay," Linda said. "I'm fine."

Mr. Kendrick looked at her for several seconds, then turned back to the group.

"As we were saying," and they soon were back to their discussion on buying or acquiring or doing something with some other company.

Linda continued on, writing, keeping her focus on her notepad. She glanced up once and found Cynthia staring at her, a crooked smile on her face. Linda looked back down at her pad, though she had a hard time concentrating now, keeping her mind on note taking. She flinched again, though remain quiet, when she felt Cynthia's foot against her leg, rubbing up and down.

"Stan," Cynthia said, interrupting the conversation.

"Yes, Cynthia?" 

Linda thought she detected annoyance in his voice again.

"Is this one of your girls?"

Mr. Kendrick looked at her, puzzlement across his face. "Cynthia, what are you talking about?"

"Is Linda here one of  your girls?"

"Of course, she's my secretary and??""

"No," Cynthia said, leaning over until her face was just inches from Linda. "I mean is she one of your girls?"

Mr. Kendrick sighed, then leaned back in his chair.	

"As a matter of fact, she is, and has promise to be the best."

Cynthia's face spread into a wide, toothy grin. "Good," she said, her voice suddenly deep. She leaned forward again, and pressed her lips against Linda's.

Instinctively Linda put one hand on the table, her other on the side of her chair and pulled back.

"Come on, darling, this is what you're here for, isn't it?" Cynthia reached up and put her hands behind Linda's head. She pressed her mouth against Linda's again, hard, moaning into Linda's mouth.

Linda pushed against the table and chair at first, trying to turn her head, but Cynthia tightened her grip. Without warning Mr. Kendrick was behind Linda, pressed against the back of her chair, his fingers running through her hair.

"Relax, honey," he said, his voice even and soft now. Cynthia broke the kiss, took her hands away from Linda's head. Mr. Kendrick pulled on her hair, not hard, but firmly enough so that Linda tilted her head back, looking up at him.

"You want me again?" he asked.

Here, now, in front of everyone? she thought.

He held her hair in one hand, keeping her head tilted upward. She felt a shudder run through her body as his other hand slipped down along her neck, fingers playing along her skin. He leaned down, hand now on her chest, slipping inside her blouse.

"Do you want me?" he asked again, his voice firmer.

"Yes," she whispered.

He leaned down, kissed her on the mouth, hard, his hand slipping inside her bra, fingers squeezing her nipple.

Before she knew what was happening, they were all on that side of the table, surrounding her, lifting her from the chair. Her notebook fell to the floor as she stood, Tobias in front of her, kissing along one side of her neck. Cynthia kissed the other side of her neck while Mr. Kendrick, standing behind her, wrapped his arms around her body, hands unfastening the buttons of her blouse.

Linda closed her eyes and moaned, leaning against them, letting them hold her up, chills running along her body. Hands on her skirt, unzipping, letting it fall to the floor, other hands grasping her panties, pulling them down, while someone else slipped the blouse from her body, and still another pair of hands unfastened her bra.

She never opened her eyes, never protested, as pure, fiery lust gripped her, desire growing strong from deep inside.

Linda felt herself being lifted in the air, then gently laid on the table. 

"Linda, dial your husband's extension."