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His low growl rumbled as I made the finger movement and tapped on his chest. “I can keep your secrets, and you can keep mine.”

I watched him. “I don’t want you to ever have to worry about which I am, OK, friend or foe. I mean, I’m a friend, of course. Right?” He didn’t make a move and his face didn’t show any reaction.

His eyes sparkled. What I proposed wasn’t a stretch for him to pull off. It was a low-cost, low risk option, with hardly any downside. That last part, I certainly had his attention. The sweetener had him hooked.

My eyes were on Clark, my alpha, as I backed towards a tall, ginger haired man with his cock forward and ready. I reached between my legs to bring the head of that enormous cock to the wet, ready lips between my legs. As he started to fuck me, and I bent forwards, my eye caught another cock, a nice, long, curved cock that would slide nicely into my throat.

My fingers snapped to beckon him over. His wide, rolling gait brought him eagerly to me and I licked hungrily on the length of him. He shuddered satisfyingly as I slipped my lips over the precum-lubricated shaft, so I sucked hard before taking the length of it into my hot, wet throat.

The cock pumping from behind me drove my g-spot wild, and waves of orgasm splashed through my muscles and drew moans, groans and howls up through my throat.

The big man behind me was getting ready to come, and I had to finger my clit to cope with the sensations. The cock in my mouth vibrated and trembled, so I pumped my throat on it as hard as I could to maximize his climax. When he came, his spunk nearly choked me. I had to pull back and finish him with just the tip in my mouth.

Clark’s VIP view was still my priority as I lay on a bench, my hair thick and sticky, my soaked pink jersey scrunched up leaving my breasts and stomach shining and free and the white skirt bunched up like a rag over my hips.

Looking around the steamy room full of big, sweaty men, all wide-eyed and sloppy-mouthed with naked hunger, all of them were approaching me with their cocks in their hands.

I pulled two massive cocks in my hands, their purple heads slick with precum and their little eyes ready to open and shoot their sticky, salty-sweet loads at my face, and I watched another as he slammed his hard rod between my sticky wet tits, and feeling a fourth hot cock pumping to
 
fill my eager, juicy, sucking puss with spunk.
 

I moaned and yelled as a trader fucked me long and hard, my hips bucking wildly on his hard cock until he came in violent spasms. Meanwhile another stood over and got a good old-fashioned jellyroll tit-fuck, finishing enthusiastically with a fountain of cum spurting a delightfully timed pearl necklace over my tits, my throat and my face.

Each time one of the men of the Bear Market came, I snapped my fingers for the next, dismissing the used, demanding a fresh replacement. Another of the studs was in my throat, both ways round, deep and thick and when he was ready, I got his cum jizzed in my face and all over my tits.
 

Three more I wanked as they stood beside me. As I scooped up the copious cum and lapped it out of the palm of my hand, two more men fucked my wet and dripping hole and two guys wanked over me to swell the asset bank.

I ran through the shower and I quickly recharged with champagne and slithered more salmon down my throat then, as the exhausted traders looked on, while Clark sat, I slung myself upside down, thighs on his shoulders, my face deep in his lap, my still pumping hot juicy cunt in his face.

Clark was the alpha, I wanted him to be sure of my very best attention, adn I wanted to be sure the others all saw him getting it. My wet hair, running makeup and the bedraggled remains of my wet clothes made me look like a crack-whore, clamping Clark’s face between my clenching thighs.

My wide, soft, hot and wet mouth energetically sucked and fucked the length of his huge, reinvigorated cock. I sucked him and I came in his face and I squealed and I moaned until his resistance broke and my orgasm splashed in his mouth and he spurted a massive fountain of delicious, salty, sticky cum. The team roared like the Yankees had just stolen it from under the Mets’ noses.

Well, for an intern on her second week, this could have turned out to have been an error of career-defining proportions, but it beat the fuck out of another run to Starbucks. The securities team were very generous with cash for some new clothes, and they gave me the limo to go back to town, instead of the Jitney.

Clark was thoughtful enough to arrange for Andy as a comforting distraction for my journey back to Manhattan. That really gave the limo driver something to trouble his concentration about.

Next day, I was working in the securities department with a nice little starting package. And a whole lot of really cuddly big friends.

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