Unknown - Computer Consultant

"In fact, let's do away with the formalities and start right now!".

Nodding his head at Linda, who had been standing there as if looking for a signal, he commanded, "Let's do it!". In a flash, the room became a confused blur of bodies. Linda ran at Margaret who was too stunned to move. Her lithe, athletic body naturally fought back, but it was too late. Linda, grinning obscenely at

Gene, easily pinned her arms backward in a full nelson and held her back from the others.

In the same instant Gene, moving his massive body with surprising speed, headed straight for Lisa. Looming over her, he wrapped a length of her long hair tightly around his hand and yanked hard.

A yelp of pain escaped from her lips as her head was snapped back, stopping her dead in her tracks. With his free hand he reached down and began crudely fondling her chest, the tight red sweater rippling and bulging out in all directions as his paw mashed and squeezed her billowing breasts.

I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I knew I had to do something. Even if he was old, Gene had a good eight inches and about eighty pounds on me and I didn't know if I could take him.

Besides, from the way things were shaping up, I thought I might not want to stop him. Things were happening so fast and my plan for Lisa was still warm in my mind. I didn't want to lose her, but the idea of seeing this huge old guy do her was pretty hot too. I decided to play it cool for now. Besides, there was someone else I also had had thoughts about.

Jeff, finally showing some life, must have seen his chance too.

His glazed eyes turned to young Diane, who was beginning to wake up and move to the aid of her mother. "Let her go! You fat bitch!", she screamed, jumping full tilt at the struggling pair.

Linda, laughing in her face, expertly stuck out a boot and sent her sprawling, still clamping onto Margaret with both arms. Jeff and I both reached her at the same time.

We heard a loud thud and then WHOOMPH! as the wind was blown out of her by the fall. Stunned, she instantly struggled to her feet in a daze, the cotton dress shifting all the way up, bunching around her little bottom, showing us a glimpse of white satin panties. Jeff reached her first, helping her up and, at the same time, greedily groping her ass. I got there an instant later and yanked him off of her. "Uh uh. This one is mine.", I glared at him. "You want some, you go get that.", I said, pointing in the direction of the door.

He turned where I was pointing. Daphne, as if knowing what was coming, was sprinting toward the door in panic. She had her hand on the knob and was making her break to freedom, when Jeff slammed it back and locked it. Seeing that she was again shut in, Daphne collapsed, cringing in utter despair at her situation. I guess

Jeff, remembering the scene in the back room, figured she was a pretty good piece after all. Daphne was grabbed by the back of her blouse for the second time that day, but all the struggle had gone out of her. Jeff's juices were flowin' now and he began to eagerly feel her up.

Diane was fighting me all the way, but she was no match for me now that I had committed to going all the way with her. Her struggling pushed the shift over her waist, quivering buttocks squirming softly against my pants. I reached around in front, now in full sexual heat, and cupped her plump young sex, feeling and rubbing the mound through the thin white satin. In a trance now,

I half dragged her over to a chair and sat down, pulling her from behind down into my lap, my middle finger beginning to stroke in her slot. She was still squirming, but not so hard now, as I clamped my other arm around her. I pressed hard, forcing her ass cheeks down into my lap. They spread out around the bulge of my hardening dick and I began to lightly dry hump her while steadily working her fuzzy, red-haired mound with my finger.

From where I was sitting I could see the whole office with its row of three bolted down desks lined up in front of us. Linda pulled

Margaret over to the one on our left. Letting go with one hand, she maintained her hold and cranked up hard on Margaret's wrists, forcing her face down onto the desk, just as her daughter Daphne had been forced onto the backroom table. I thought, "No. She wouldn't dare do that.".

Margaret's skirt was ripped off, revealing tan, supple legs and frilly blue briefs over her tight behind. Whipping out daughter

Daphne's wad of soiled, cum-soaked panties, Linda tightly bound her wrists in back with the waistband. Bringing the rest up in front through Margaret's crotch, she stretched the pink elastic to the breaking point and squeezed one of the leg loops over

Margaret's head. With a little relief I realized she was only using them for better control. The pink band dug into Margaret's vagina, pulling down tautly on her neck and wrists at the same time, while Linda straddled her waist and sat heavily, pinning her down. Grabbing under Margaret's chin with both hands, she pulled her head up painfully and spat in her ear, "Now we'll see who's the real manager around here. I'm in charge now and your employees are going to work like they never have before. You just sit back and watch the show. Look at Daphne over there. She seems to be enjoying it.". Margaret couldn't help but look, her head bent back by Linda's vice-like grip on her chin.

It was hard trying to see all the action in this three ring circus all at once and keep my control on Diane. She still fought me, but I had her arms pinned good and continued to work my bulge into her squirming bottom. She shook her head around and tried to bite me, red mane flying into my face, but she stopped cold when I popped my finger into her snatch, the white satin pushing in with it. Even through her panties I could feel that she was getting warm and wet in there whether she wanted it or not. I got another finger in and slid the panties in and out, the increasing friction heating the material and also building up a static charge on the satin.

My eyes followed Margaret's over to the desk on my right. Ripping the blouse up over Daphne's head, Jeff exposed her bare breasts.

Having surrendered completely by now, she didn't fight him as he grabbed a jug in each hand and began squeezing. He had made the grab close in by her ribs and with each squeeze her mounds ballooned out in front, flushing red in his tight grip. Her brown nipples began pushing themselves out a little at a time, growing stiffer and longer each time, as if being inflated by her pumping breast bags.

Daphne went along meekly as Jeff dragged her to the desk. He let go, twisted her around and leaned her back. Jeff's eyes were big as saucers and fully dilated as he began twisting open the buttons of her fly. With both hands he made short work of it and soon worked her jeans down over her hips. Head bowed in shame, her dull eyes watched him slide her pants down to her ankles.

Nevertheless a gasp came from her lips as he reached under her legs. One hand cupped her mound from the front while the other groped in from behind. Jeff jammed a finger of his cunt hand straight in, "Unnnh!". In back he bunched his hand into a full fist and began pushing steadily against her still slick ass crack,

"Ooooooow!". In spite of herself, Daphne began to respond to the intruding fingers and fist. She tried mightily to keep her butt shut, but then she shuddered and raised up on her toes as her gluteous muscles gave out. Jeff's balled fist forced her cheeks apart and his arm lunged into the slimy, tan tunnel.

Maintaining her in this upraised position by pushing up on her pubic bone, he forced his fist in deeper still. Daphne moaned again and then suddenly snapped her head up in shock. I watched transfixed as Jeff's arm went in farther and farther, Daphne's cheeks now butting up against his elbow. He was in deeper than