Ray Mills: Easy horny sister

"Unnhhhh, ohhhhh!" she sighed, sagging briefly against him.

But suddenly he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. He brought them up and showed them to her. They glistened with her pussy juice.

"That time of the month?" he said scornfully.

"I… I've had some problems," Candy stammered, making lame excuses.

Rick slowly licked her cunt juice off his fingers, making suggestive and sensual gestures with his tongue as he did so. Gaudy was momentarily hypnotized. She could almost feel that tongue slithering up into her aching wet pussy, driving her delirious with need.

"We all have problems," he murmured, letting the lust in his eyes rove up and down her shapely body. "You know, Candy, I have half a mind to bring Miss Shelby back here to be my secretary, if things don't get back to normal pretty fast."

"Oh, I think they will," she said hurriedly, trying to reassure him.

"I also have half a mind to punish you a little for the way you've been holding out on me."

"Punish me?"

Candy tried not to let him see her cringe. Something about his tone of voice sounded very menacing. Did he mean he was going to spank her, or hurt her in some other way? But suddenly his smile grew more joking than sinister.

"I'm going to make you accompany me to a Personnel Committee meeting, in a few minutes. To take notes. Believe me, it's the most supreme punishment I can think of."

Candy breathed a sigh of relief. So that was all he meant. This time when he reached for her, she came into his arms willingly. Her pulse quickened as his lips ran up and down her bare neck and his hands again slipped under her half-open blouse.

She had worn a bra that opened in front, and he had the cups free in seconds. Warm waves of lust flooded through her as his mouth closed over her nipples. He sucked her nipples softly at first, then more insistently.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "I thought we had to go to a meeting."

"You're right," he panted. "I just can't stay away from these gorgeous tits."

"I'm glad you like them," Candy smiled. "But we don't want to be late."

"Of course not. Please button up your clothes and we'll be on our way."

Candy did as she was told. She was fully clothed and respectable again in two minutes. She ran a quick comb through her hair.

"If you want to get together, you know, tonight after work, it's okay with me," she told him. "Maybe I can make it up to you."

"Oh, you will, you will," he said mysteriously as he led her out the office door and down the hall.

Candy followed him, not exactly liking the sound of the words he was saying. But it quickly left her mind as she entered the board room behind him and saw all the other important men sitting around the huge polished oak table. There were seven of them, all dressed in conservative pinstriped suits and regimental ties.

They seemed to run in age from their early thirties, like Rick, to the early fifties. But all of them were tanned and fit, handsome and crisply businesslike. Nevertheless, they all gave Candy the once over. Their gazes swept up and down her body hungrily.

Candy sat down where Rick told her to and began to take notes of the meeting. The whole thing was crushingly boring. Now she knew why Rick had said this was punishment for anything. She couldn't see how they could stand it, although they were discussing matters of supposed importance to the company.

Finally the conversation came to a pause. Rick stood up from his chair and walked around the table, stopping behind Candy. She looked up and back over her shoulder at him, questioningly.

"Gentlemen, Miss Kendall here was obligingly offered to provide us with some entertainment today," he said.

Candy felt a puzzlement that quickly turned to alarm as she saw the way the assembled executives were all looking at her. Again their eyes were removing her clothes, ravishing her shapely body.

He can't mean something like that, she told herself. After all, it's rape, it's force, it's against the law. This is a responsible, wellknown business. They don't just take unsuspecting girls into the boardroom and gangrape them, do they?

She glanced around nervously, seeing the undisguised lust in the eyes of all the men. She glanced back up at Rick, whose face was impassive.

"What… what do you mean?" she asked softly. "We never…"

"Didn't we?" he snapped, again mysteriously. "Didn't you offer to make it up to me?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"There are no buts about it, Candy," he said, dropping his hands to the collar of her blouse and beginning to work the first button free.

Candy looked down at his fingers, unable to believe her eyes or her ears. She reached up and tried to push his hands away, but he was too strong for her.

"Resistance is pointless, Candy," he whispered through his teeth. "Help me here, George, will you?"

George was the man sitting directly next to Candy's chair. Smiling, he got up and held Candy's arms at her sides while Rick finished opening her blouse. There was nothing Candy could do but let it happen. She glowered with hatred into George's eyes, trying to let him know how she despised him for taking part in this horrible event.

But in the back of her mind she couldn't help realizing how at another time, in another place, she would have been attracted to him.

George was blond and virile, with a square chin and piercing blue eyes. He obviously could not turn his eyes away from her body as he helped Rick slip the blouse off her arms.

"God, you can't do this to me!" Candy finally cried out as she felt Rick's fingers toying with the clasp of her bra.

Another man had now joined them. He leaned his face close to hers, so that she could sniff the sharp smell of his after-shave. He was graying at the temples and looked rich and tough.

"Candy, we wouldn't do anything to you that you didn't want," he said in a very suggestive voice.

"Then how come you're doing this to me now!"

Suddenly she felt the clasp between the cups of her bra come open. Rick peeled away the bra and quickly George's hands were all over her warm tits, squeezing them, rolling her nipples in his fingers. In spite of herself Candy could feel an unmistakable sexual excitement that she wished would go away.

"Wow, she's really gorgeous, isn't she?" she heard another approaching voice say.

"Ohhhh! How can you do this to me?" she tried to protest, wriggling to escape.

But there was no escape in store for her now. There were too many strong men, their hands now touching her body everywhere. They unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her kicking legs. Her panties quickly followed.

George had leaned his head close and was now toying with her nipples, curling his tongue around them, sucking them gently. Even though she didn't want to respond, sexual fires leaped alive in her throbbing tits.

At the same time, now that her panties were off, another, man was crouching between her thighs. Two other men held her legs spread to keep her from kicking or struggling too hard. When she felt the man's mouth on her cunt the thrill was too much for her.

"Aahhnnnnnn!" she moaned, biting her lower lip to stop herself.

I can't let them think I'm enjoying it! she thought. I don't want to enjoy it, I can't be enjoying it! Not really! They're doing this all against my will!

"Stop it! Ohhhhhh, stop it!" she pleaded with them. "Please, don't! Oh don't! Unngghhh!"

The tongue in her flowing pussy drove her delirious with sudden pleasure. She was totally helpless, at their mercy. Desperate not to respond, she still couldn't ignore the hot demanding fires that coursed through her young feverish flesh.

"Here, let's get her up here where she's more available, men," she heard Rick's voice saying.

Suddenly she was being lifted by several of the men. They placed her flat on her back on top of the huge polished oak boardroom table. Again she tired to roll away, to escape, but they held her there.