Just as I sat there, skewered on Bodhi's thick, pulsing cock, the relentless throb of him stretching my inner walls to their limits making every breath a tantalizing agony of unfulfilled need, a sharp knock echoed through the office. I tensed, my pussy clenching involuntarily around his girth, and I shifted slightly, trying to lift myself off him before whoever it was could barge in. But his hands clamped down on my hips like iron vices, his fingers digging into my soft flesh with bruising force, holding me in place as he growled low in my ear, "Don't you fucking move, you little tease." His voice was a rough command that sent a shiver up my spine, and I froze, my heart hammering as he called out, "Come in," with that same authoritative tone that brooked no argument.

The door swung open, and two men stepped inside—Mark and Jonas, as Bodhi addressed them with a curt nod. They were both sharp in their tailored suits, Mark with his salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes, Jonas younger with a lean build and a smirk that hinted at hidden appetites. I felt their gazes land on me immediately, taking in the sight of my massive, perky tits nearly spilling over the sheer pink push-up bra, the lace doing little to conceal the swollen, pebbled nipples straining against the fabric. My cheeks flushed hot under their scrutiny, but they said nothing about it, diving straight into business as if a half-naked woman on their boss's lap was the most normal thing in the world. Bodhi kept me pinned there, his cock twitching deep inside my soaked cunt, and I locked eyes with Mark first, his stare intense and lingering, making my pulse race even faster. Then Jonas, his eyes flicking down to my cleavage before meeting mine, a subtle hunger in his expression that made my insides flutter. The conversation flowed around me—stocks, acquisitions, some deal gone south—but all I could focus on was the way their eyes kept drifting back to me, the air thick with unspoken tension. I turned my head slightly to glance at Bodhi, our eyes meeting in that electric moment, his dark gaze promising more torment, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as his cock throbbed harder inside me.

Mark's voice cut through the haze, his tone casual but edged with curiosity as he said, "That's Alex's daughter, isn't she?" Bodhi nodded slowly, a wicked smile curling his lips as his hands slid up from my hips to roughly squeeze my breasts through the bra, his fingers kneading the soft, overflowing flesh with possessive greed. "Oh, yeah," he drawled, his voice dripping with crude satisfaction, "she's a massive slut, aren't you, baby? Loves taking my cock like it's her fucking job." His words made my pussy clench around him, a fresh wave of slick heat coating his shaft, and I gasped as he pinched my nipples hard through the lace. Then, without warning, he commanded, "Take it off. Show them what a good little whore you are." My hands trembled as I reached behind me, fumbling with the clasp, the bra snapping open and sliding down my arms to reveal my heavy tits in all their glory—nipples stiff and flushed, bouncing slightly with every ragged breath. Mark and Jonas exchanged glances, their eyes widening at the sight, and Jonas chuckled low, muttering, "Fuck, she's obedient as hell," while Mark nodded, his voice thick with approval, "Damn, Jacobson, you've got yourself a real gem here."

Bodhi's hands returned to my hips, gripping them tightly as he suddenly lifted me and slammed me back down onto his cock, the sudden movement forcing a loud, unrestrained moan from my lips as his thick length plunged deep into my dripping cunt. He set a brutal rhythm, bouncing me up and down with powerful thrusts, his hips bucking upward to meet me, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the room. "That's it, you greedy cunt, take every inch," he snarled, his voice rough with lust, and I cried out, my tits jiggling wildly with each forceful stroke, the friction against my swollen clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Mark and Jonas watched, their expressions shifting from surprise to blatant arousal—Jonas shifting in his seat, adjusting his pants as a bulge grew obvious, while Mark's eyes darkened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I rode that edge, my pussy tightening around Bodhi's throbbing dick, the buildup coiling in my core like a storm about to break, but just as I teetered on the brink, my moans turning to desperate pleas, he yanked me off completely. His cock slipped out with a lewd, wet pop, leaving me gaping and throbbing, juices dripping down my thighs as I whimpered in frustration. "Not yet, you needy bitch," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "You don't get to come until you've provided some pleasure and entertainment for my guests first." He said and my pussy throbbed harder at the thought of that.

The other men reacted with a mix of shock and eager excitement—Jonas let out a low whistle, his hand instinctively moving to his crotch as if to stroke himself through his pants, while Mark's eyes roamed over my exposed body with unfiltered hunger, his chest rising and falling faster. Bodhi didn't give them time to process fully; he lifted me off his lap and laid me down on the edge of his massive desk, my back arching as he spread my legs wide, exposing my glistening, swollen pussy to their hungry gazes. The cool wood pressed against my ass, heightening the sensitivity as Mark stepped forward first, his fingers tracing circles around my hardened nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, while Jonas knelt between my thighs, his hot breath fanning over my folds before he dove in, his tongue lapping at my slick entrance with greedy strokes. "God, she's scrumptious," Jonas murmured against my cunt, his words vibrating through me as he sucked on my clit, the suction pulling at the sensitive nub while Mark's hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits and trailing down to tease my inner thighs. I was overwhelmed, every nerve ending on fire—wet slurps and my own moans filling the air, my hips bucking against Jonas's face as he fucked me with his tongue, delving deep into my soaked hole. But just as the pleasure crested, Bodhi's voice cut through, commanding, "Stop. She only comes by my hands," and they pulled back reluctantly, Jonas wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glazed with lust, while Mark stepped away with a frustrated groan, his cock straining against his zipper.

Without missing a beat, Bodhi flipped me over, my breasts smashing against the cool glass of the window as he pressed me forward, the city skyline stretching out below us from the 20th floor. Anyone in the buildings across the way could see—my naked form on full display, tits flattened against the pane, nipples dragging against the surface with every breath. I gasped at the exposure, the thrill of it mixing with the vulnerability, my pussy still aching from the denial. Bodhi's hands gripped my hips again, positioning me as he lined up his rock-hard cock against my tight ass, the head pressing insistently until he thrust in with one brutal stroke, stretching my hole wide around his girth. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers finding my clit and pinching it hard as he pounded into me, each thrust deep and relentless, the force making my whole body jolt against the glass. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my ass filled the room, mingling with my screams of pleasure, the burning stretch mixing with the sharp jolts on my clit until I couldn't hold back anymore. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my cunt spasming wildly even as he fucked my ass, juices squirting down my thighs as I cried out, "Oh God, yes, I'm coming!" Bodhi didn't stop, his hips slamming faster, prolonging the ecstasy until I was a trembling mess, pressed against the window for the world to see.

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