Group Sex The Tales of Andrea & Dean

She spit Carl's cock from her mouth as the men moved around her, giving her two new cocks to jerk and suck.

"Yes, boss! Ohhhh fuck! Fuck me hard, sir!" she squealed.

"That's a good girl. Cum for me, Andrea," Dean said, gripping her waist for leverage as he fucked her against the chair.

Her tits bounced as Tim and Kevin received their handjobs, her high pitched moans getting louder as Dean filled her pussy with his cock. He suddenly felt her body tense as she screamed, and her cunt squeezed his shaft powerfully as she came.

Her hips bucked and her body twisted in the chair as Dean made her cum on his cock, still thrusting into her as she whimpered and squeaked in ecstasy. She squeezed the cocks in her hand hard as her orgasm washed over her, causing her cheeks to blush and her breath to catch in short panting moans.

"Ohhh... aaahhhnnnn , Dean... mmmm... thank you sir," she sighed, her half-lidded eyes looking sleepily at her boss as she lazily stroked Tim and Kevin.

Dean slipped his throbbing cock from Andrea's wet, warm depths, dripping with her cum. John had the wireless camera at this point, and scanned it down her body, finally giving the teleconference participants a nice close-up of Andrea's gaped, dripping pussy.

"Holy shit, look at all that pussy juice," said someone.

"And she has such a sexy little asshole," another voice spoke.

Tim and Kevin pulled on Andrea's knees, angling her hips up so her anus would be more exposed to the men. Dean made his way around to where Kevin stood. Reluctantly, Kevin made way for him, and Andrea wrapped her fingers around Dean's wet shaft. She opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips, sucking her juices off his dick lustfully, pushing his dick head against the inside of her cheek and flailing her tongue against his shaft.

John reached down with his free hand to run his fingertip around Andrea's tight asshole, spreading her cum over her rosebud and massaging it. Andrea's eyes widened and she popped Dean's dick head from her mouth, squeaking in surprise.

"Oh! Sir... you're touching my asshole," she said to John.

"Do you like it, honey?" John asked, still rimming her anus with his finger.

"I'd like it more if you tongued it," she admitted cheekily.

The men laughed, but their faces lit up with Andrea's suggestion.

"Into anal play, huh sweetie?" Scott said, taking the camera from John.

"I've never really done it, sir," she lied, "but I'd love to try."

Crouching down in front of Andrea's spread legs, John slurped at her soaked pussy, sucking her labia between his lips and lapping her hole in long, wide swaths. She pulled on the dicks in her hands, drawing them close to her mouth so she could tongue the tips and watch John use his mouth on her at the same time.

John moved lower, trailing his tongue down to her taught anus. Dean looked up at the wall to see a huge projection of her butthole being aggressively tongued by John as Scott held the camera close.

"Yeah, rim that asshole, John!" said one of the guys on the phone.

Andrea softly whimpered as John pushed his tongue against Andrea's sphincter, wiggling it just inside.

"Ooouuuu, fuck!" she squeaked. "Yes, sir... fuck my ass with your tongue!"

She seemed to enjoy the anal stimulation, and turned her head from side to side, tickling Dean and Tim's cock heads with her talented tongue as John began bobbing his head, panting as he forced his tongue into her ass.

"You're such a dirty old man, sir," giggled Andrea.

John lifted his head, wiping his mouth and grinning like an idiot.

"I want to lick her ass next," interjected Greg, who had crouched down next to John.

He practically shoved John out of the way and immediately began licking her butthole. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth and sucked it for a moment before bringing it down to Andrea's rosebud, pushing against it.

"Ohhhh sir... are you going to put your finger in my ass?" she asked shyly.

Everyone watched as Greg eased his finger inside her bottom, sliding it in and out several times as Andrea moaned.

"Mmmm yeah, that feels good sir. Put another one in," she whimpered.

"Her pussy needs attention too," said a voice over the speaker.

"Happy to oblige, my dear," said John, pulling his finger out then, aligning them against Andrea's butthole, slipped his middle and ring fingers into her bottom.

She squirmed and whined for a moment, but guided Tim's cock to her mouth and sucked his knob to show her appreciation. Scott-still filming the action-lowered his hand to rub Andrea's moist pussy, then pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her pussy. The two men worked her holes as Tim guided his dick deeper into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned around the massive black cock in her mouth as Dean squeezed her perky tits, playfully tugging on her rock hard nipples, feeling her fingers tighten around his thick shaft while she stroked it.

There were satisfied chuckles, groans, moans, and comments made around the room as the men watched Andrea get pleasured, but the air was thick with a sense of ominous lust. Now that these men knew she was turned on by anal play, it wouldn't be long before someone suggested fucking her in the ass.

Andrea popped Tim's cock from her mouth and looked up at Dean over the rim of her glasses, her cheeks bright pink, her tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing. She bit her lower lip and rubbed the tip of Dean's cock-which was oozing pre-cum-against her cheek, her eyes pleading. She looked as desperate as the men, maybe even more so.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Andrea?" Dean asked, twisting her nipple between his fingers.

"Oooh yes, boss. These nice men are making me feel so good," she said, smearing Dean's sticky pre-cum all over her cheek and lips, her tongue occasionally poking out to tease the underside of his dick head.

Through the look in her eyes, Dean thought at any moment Andrea would be ready to give up her body to these men, telling them they could do whatever they wanted with her, as long as she was surrounded by, and filled with hard, hungry cock. It was a look that could only be described as wanton lust. But Dean didn't want her to be calling the shots. She was his slut after all, and he knew she loved him taking control. Besides, there was a good chance he could negotiate an even better deal for the company.

"Andrea hun, get yourself up on this desk and give the gentlemen a little show. We've got a little more business to talk," Dean said, casually squeezing her tit.

"Sure, boss!" she replied cheerfully.

The fingers slipped from her anus and pussy, and Dean helped her up from the chair, her legs still a little shaky from her orgasm. She steadied herself, then Dean helped her stand up on the table, still in her heels and black stockings. She stood and stretched her arms upward, twisting her torso back and forth as she looked down at the men, Scott still filming her with the camera, his other hand stroking his cock.

Having everyone's rapt attention, Andrea began strutting up and down the table, hands on her hips, swaying her ass. Her heels clicked on the table's surface as she winked, smiled, and blew kisses at the grinning, horny men, occasionally glancing at the far side of the room to see her sexy, petite figure projected on the wall.

She played with her perky tits, jiggling them in her hands and pinching her nipples. She turned around and bend over, spreading her ass cheeks for her audience, giving them an incredible view of her tight anus and bare pussy. She sat on her bottom and spread her legs wide, fingering her cunt as she moaned and licked her lips. Her eyes burned with desire as much as the men's, and it seemed she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Dean could see that she was in her element; living her exhibitionist fantasy and loving every minute of it.

Her performance served to whip the men into an even greater lustful frenzy. Every man, whether sitting or standing, was jerking off as they watched her, whistling, catcalling, and cheering her performance. Even the guys on the teleconference cheered and commented, making requests and complimenting Andrea's sexy moves and hot body.

"Mmmm damn, I'm craving that pussy," murmured Kevin, clearly wondering when he would be able to have his cock inside her tight cunt again as he wanked himself.

At this point, Andrea was on her hands and knees, her perfect ass facing the men, swaying it back and forth. Her hand was between her legs, fingering her pussy as she moaned loudly. She looked over her shoulder at Dean, waiting in anticipation for his next instruction. He stepped up to her, running his hand over her perky buttocks.

"Well gentlemen, you've had her mouth, and you've had her pussy," he mused, his fingers digging into Andrea's firm ass cheek and pulling it to the side. "How would you like to have her ass?"

A collective gasp filled the room, as the men's (and Andrea's) eyes widened. Andrea had been ass fucked by Dean before. Indeed, he was the first, and only man to have ever entered her bottom. He had been selfish that night with the guys from his company, and had not allowed any of them to enjoy the hot, tightness of her butthole-by far the best, and tightest ass he had ever experienced.

Now he was offering it to this hungry group of executives. She would have to take not one, but six (wait... seven, including Dean's) cocks in her ass. Dean was worried that it was too bold a request. He scrutinised Andrea carefully. Her eyes were wide with shock, but her fingers began to rub her clit with a feverish intensity as her body quivered. He raised his eyebrows at her pointedly, asking a silent question.

There was a pause as she bit her lip, then, looking straight into his eyes, she gave him the subtlest of nods, mouthing the words: Yes. I want it.

"Hell yeah!" said Kevin, standing up from his chair and striding toward the table like he was going to thrust his cock into Andrea's asshole without a moment's pause.

Dean held his hand up, stopping Kevin's advance.

"Hold it," he said calmly but firmly. "This is a generous offer, my friends. Andrea's not going to give away her anal virginity lightly."

A hush fell over the room, which was broken by a low cackle from Carl.

"Alright, Dean. What do you want?" he asked, smirking, appreciating the game.

Dean looked at him and said only one word: "Exclusivity."

Another pause. Scott grumbled and Carl chortled, but his eyes flicked to Andrea's tight anus.

"You drive a hard bargain," said Scott, but didn't seem quite ready to agree.

The other men looked at each other, silently contemplating. Dean felt like this may have been a bridge too far. Dean looked around the room, not wanting to break the silence, but feeling like his grip on the situation had slipped slightly.

"What's the matter, sirs?" Andrea's innocent voice spoke.

She lowered her head to the table and slid her hand to her buttock, pulling it to the side, so that her and Dean's hands were spreading her ass wide. The fingers that were in her pussy slowly slid out, dripping with her pussy juice, and moved upward, circling her anus before inserting two fingers into her butthole, pushing them deep.

"Is my ass not good enough?" she finished.

It was a voice on the teleconference speaker that spoke first, "Goddamn it, guys. Are you nuts? How could you say no to an ass like that?!"

Carl gave a gravelly chuckle and looked at Scott, nodding. Scott smirked and looked at Dean.

"You've got your exclusivity, you sly bastard," he conceded.

"Yaaay!" cheered Andrea, still fingering her ass, attempting to stretch it a little before she started taking the men's cocks inside her. "So who gets to take my anal cherry?"

"I think we determined that seniority rules," said Carl, standing up and approaching Andrea.

Dean put his hands on Andrea's waist and helped her down from the table. Still facing away from the men, Andrea put her hands on the edge of the boardroom table and tilted her ass up at Carl, looking over her shoulder at the old man with a naughty grin.

"Go ahead, sir. My ass is yours," she said, wiggling it enticingly.

The men quickly closed in on her, all of them standing and surrounding her. Her body was pawed by a multitude of eager hands, her tits and ass squeezed, fingers stroking her hair, rough palms running up and down her thighs and back, probing fingers exploring her moist, bare pussy. Dean, Kevin, and Carl, who were positioned closest to her ass, spat on her puckered sphincter, and Dean and Kevin spread Andrea's ass wide as Carl rubbed his knob with his saliva-soaked fingers.

Dean wasn't sure when the last time Carl might have had his dick inside a girl's ass, if ever, and judging by his expression, this was a treat he was going to savour. He rubbed his tip around her butthole a few times, then nudged it firmly with his old, sizeable cock. Andrea whimpered softly as he nudged it again, harder now, her ass pulling inward. A third poke was enough for his cock head to pop into her bottom, aided by the men's saliva.

"Oooh!" Andrea squeaked, and Dean felt her ass tense.

"Aaaarrrghh... god dammit," grunted Carl, his breathing taking on a wheezing quality again. "That's a tight ass."

He pushed forward again, entering Andrea deeper. She squeaked again, and looked back.

"How does that feel, Andrea?" asked Greg, who was next to Dean, holding the camera. He seemed concerned.

"It hurts a little... but it feels good too," she admitted. "Go ahead, sir. Fuck my tight little ass."

Pulling out, Carl put his hands on her waist and pushed in again, then out, then in. He fucked her ass with short, shallow strokes of his cock, groaning with approval.

"So tight... Such a tight little bottom..." he kept saying, as if it were too much for him.

Judging by the unhealthy purple flush in his cheeks, Dean suspected it may indeed be too much for this senior citizen to be fucking a young lady's tight, pert backside. Where before Carl exuded an irreverent confidence, fucking Andrea's ass seemed to have reduced him to a nervous, wheezing old geezer.

After only a few more strokes, his wrinkled hands squeezed Andrea's waist and his voice croaked, "Cumming!"

His moan as he emptied his load inside Andrea's bowels sounded like an old ship's deck creaking in a gale. No one dared laugh at the man, but all the men smiled as if they were in on the joke. Andrea moaned softly as Carl, giving her a few short, weak thrusts, finished depositing his cum inside her. He stumbled back, his dick popping out of her anus, followed by a thick gob of semen, which dripped over her pussy lips, and sat heavily in a chair behind him.

He mopped his brow with the sleeve of his shirt as the men started at him. "Don't gawk at me you silly buggers, try that ass for yourselves!" he barked impatiently, appearing self-conscious. He had lasted all of about 35 seconds inside Andrea's tight anal embrace.

And so they did.

Kevin was next, pushing his bulbous dick head against her leaking butthole, Carl's jizm oozing out around it as he eased his cock inside her. As he fucked her, the other men continued exploring her body with their hands. Andrea was not expected to do anything other than receive each of the cock in turn into her bowels, remaining bent over, her hands on the table edge, her heeled feet apart just enough to get her ass to the perfect height for the men's penetration. While she was buttfucked, she was treated to a near full-body massage by the other men. No one asked her to suck or stroke cocks. All the attention was on her.

Her head rolled on her neck, and hear moans echoed through the meeting room. Sometimes she watched over her shoulder at the man fucking her ass, sometimes she watched the projected image on the wall, which gave her a glorious view of each penis as it penetrated her back door. She visibly winced and cried out when Greg entered her, his wide girth likely causing her a little pain, but the men were respectful, allowing her to adjust to their various sizes and techniques. She squeaked when Tim penetrated her deeply, and reached back to touch his stomach as if to say that's far enough, hun. She encouraged the men, moaning, talking dirty, telling them to fuck her tight ass, to squeeze her buttocks, to give her the odd spanking. Dean could see that she was getting off on the attention, and when it was his turn-last this time-she turned her head to look at him.

"Please fuck my ass, boss. I need your big cock deep in my bottom," she pleaded.

He could see the desire in her eyes, and he obliged quickly, lubing up his massive cock with his spit, then gripping it tightly as he pushed into her anus. Her butthole stretched around him as he slid inside her perfect backside, groaning in ecstasy. Her fingers dug into her ass cheek as she pulled it aside for him.

"Oh fuck... aaaahhhhhnnn, yes boss!" she squealed as he began to fuck her.

His strokes were deep and long, and his eyes moved back and forth between her firm, round cheeks accepting his thick length, and her pretty eyes, which watched him with more than lust, but an unspoken affection, a closeness that was only evident when he was with her. He also saw another expression in her eyes: triumph. She had let seven older men fuck her in the ass, one after the other, ending with the man she would do anything for.

Dean was proud of her, and returned her affectionate gaze as he slid in and out of her still tight anus. He stroked his hands over her bottom, squeezing it, giving her playful spanks, holding her waist as he fucked her harder. Hands groped her lightly swaying tits as Dean felt her back her ass up against him. Her moans became higher in pitch with every thrust. Dean felt himself begin to lose control as well.

"Cum for your boss, Andrea," he said, pushing deeper inside her asshole until his balls slapped against her sopping pussy.

"Yes, boss! Fuck me! Fuck my asshole!" she cried, her body tightening. "I'm... I'm cumming!"

Dean groaned as he felt her ass squeeze his cock tightly inside her. He clenched his jaw as Andrea screamed, giving her ass a few short, firm thrusts as he gripped her waist. He felt his dick swell inside her bottom and his balls twitched, releasing a flood of cum into her bowels in a powerful jet. She screamed again, feeling his seed erupt inside her, and her body quivered uncontrollably. Dean thrust again, spurting semen into her ass again and again, groaning as he gave her all he had.

They moved together, trembling from their orgasms, breathing hard and softly moaning. Dean patted her bottom and sighed contentedly.

"Thank you, Andrea... that was amazing," he said sincerely, putting his hand on her ass cheek and withdrawing his cock, which had only just begun to soften.

As Dean withdrew from her stretched butthole, a glut of warm semen spilled out of her, dripping thickly over her pussy lips and down the inside of her thigh, onto her stocking.

"Ooooh boss..." she sighed, her fingers slipping between her legs to catch the flow of sticky cum.

She rubbed the mess over her pussy as more of his cum bubbled from her anus, giggling at the obscene sounds that were coming from her posterior.

"You really filled her up," said Tim, spreading her ass and watching more jism ooze out of her.

"Let's not stop now," said Scott, stepping up to Andrea again, jerking himself off and getting ready to penetrate her ass, despite the mess Dean had made of it.

"Wait. She's already shown us she can multitask," said John, walking to a large glass coffee table near the window-side of the room and lying down on his back, holding his prick up. "There's no reason we can't all enjoy her talents."

Dean patted Andrea's ass again and nodded to her. "You heard the man. Meeting's not over yet, hun."

She offered Dean her hand and he politely took it, leading her to where John lay. She stepped up onto the coffee table and over John, straddling him and squatting over his dick. Cum dripped from her rosebud onto John's balls as she guided his cock to her cum-smeared pussy, easily slipping it inside her. She immediately began riding him, bouncing on his cock as he groaned and reached up to maul her tits.

The rest of the men crowded around her, two on each side, one in front, and one behind her. She knelt and looked around her, almost bewildered by the assortment of cocks at her disposal. After a moment's pause, she reached out to her sides, gripping Carl and Kevin's cocks, and opening her mouth for Tim, who stood in front of her. Tim fed her his dick, sliding it deep into her throat as she stroked the other men's cocks.

Meanwhile, Scott had put his hand on Andrea's hip, angling her ass up toward his member as he bend his knees and aligned his tip with her dripping anus.

"I hope some double penetration isn't too much for you, my dear," he said as he pushed his head against her asshole, popping it inside as he grunted.

"Mmmmmfffff!" Andrea emitted a muffled cry of pleasure as all her holes were filled.

Dean and Greg ran their hands over her body, squeezing her ass and groping her tits as her body began to move, rocking back and forth on the two cocks while Tim fucked her mouth. Once again, Andrea was the main attraction, putting on a formidable performance. The men moved around her, moaning and groaning as each of them was pleasured by her, savouring the tightness of her pussy or ass, the firm, stroking grips of her small hands, or the sloppy, wetness of her sucking mouth. The men who weren't being serviced shared filming duties, and felt up Andrea's sexy body.

Before long, the executives began to pop. First Greg inside Andrea's pussy as she rode him, then almost simultaneously Scott's cock swelled between her lips as he blasted his cum down her throat. Tim, plunging his big black cock into Andrea's tight behind was next, emptying his load deep into her bowels. Dean wasn't sure how many times Andrea came, as she was more than occupied with the cocks, but he could see the lust, pride, and pleasure in her eyes as she brought the men easily to orgasm. He was certain the sensation of having all her holes filled with cum pushed her over the edge more than a few times.

Dean lost track of time as the circus continued, the men who had cum getting hard again, hungry for more of Andrea's sexual delights. He was impressed by Andrea's longevity, persistence, dedication, and indeed, fervour. She whenever a cock slipped from her ass, or pussy, or mouth, she moaned and begged for it to be filled again. Dean couldn't tell who was enjoying this more, Andrea or the group of men.

At one point, while she forced her mouth down on Dean until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes, she looked up at him, a gleam appearing in her watering eyes. She slurped his length as he withdrew and licked her lips.

She blinked rapidly, looking around at the men then looking back at Dean, who was holding the camera.

"Boss, I think I can take them all," she said hopefully.

"What do you mean? You already have, sweetie," he said, caressing her blushing cheek.

"No boss, I mean all at once."

A few of the men chuckled.

"You only have so many holes, my dear," said Scott.

Andrea frowned, but remained steadfast. She looked at Carl and Kevin, who were stroking their cocks with one hand, and caressing her ass with the other.

"You two... put your cocks behind my knees," she suggested, sitting up a bit until her calves were not longer pressing against the backs of her thighs.

The men grinned, catching her meaning. They got down on one knee and put their dicks in the crook of her knee, then she lowered herself down again, her calves and thighs now squeezing their members firmly.

"Well I'll be damned. She's as clever as she is slutty," laughed Kevin, pumping his cock a few times as if to test how good her toned leg felt squeezing his dick.

Andrea beamed up at Dean, and began stroking Scott and John's cocks. Greg was underneath her, pushing his hips up so his thick cock fucked her pussy, and Tim was thoroughly enjoying her ass, thrusting his big black dick deep into her bowels. As Kevin and Carl fucked her legs and spanked her ass, she opened her mouth and winked at Dean.

"Please fuck my mouth, boss," she whimpered, tilting her head up so his large cock rested across her pretty face.

"With pleasure, honey," he said, and slid his prick down, guiding it into her open mouth.

She immediately began bobbing her head on him. She had done it.

"Wow... seven cocks at once..." someone said in awe over the speaker.

"I think we've set a record," Dean said to Andrea as her tongue circled his swollen head.

And it was indeed spectacular. The grunts and groans filled the room as Andrea pleased all seven men. She was doing an amazing job, and Dean was genuinely impressed by her performance. The camera was passed around to all the men to get their respective points-of-view of Andrea's spectacular body. As she gagged on his dick, he felt a familiar tingle in his balls as the camera made its way back to him.

"I'm close, baby," murmured Dean as he held her pony tail, thrusting into her mouth deep and hard.

"Fuck... me too," grunted Tim as he banged her asshole.

At that moment, Greg grunted and cried out, "Cumming!" Andrea's eyes widened as she must have felt his cock expand inside her pussy as he ejaculated into her.

"Yes baby, ooooh your ass is making me cum!" growled Tim as he drove his cock deep into her bowels, wincing as he unloaded his semen inside her perfect bottom.

Andrea moaned around Dean's cock as she sucked it hard, her cheeks pulling in.

"Here it comes, baby... aaaaah!" moaned Dean as his cock twitched, unleashing a powerful blast of jism into her sucking mouth.

Her yes watered as the men pumped their cum into her every hole, groaning as their cock spurted, filling her up. She tried to swallow Dean's load, gulping as he ejaculated again, some of the cum escaping and dribbling over her chin. Tim pulled out and jerked his cock over her arched back, spurting his warm cum up her body. Dean took his cue and pulled his dick from her mouth, stroking it quickly, laying thick stripes of sperm across her face, coating her classes.

"Oooooh fuuuuuck!" she cried as she came hard, squeezing the cocks in her hands hard as she shuddered, opening her mouth to catch another wad of cum from her boss.

When his cock had finished unloading on his secretary's face, Dean stepped back, panting.

"Get her on her back. It's time for her cum shower," he commanded.

Several hands reached out to help Andrea off Greg's dick and, after he moved, flipped her onto her back. She immediately spread her legs and rubbed her clit, thick gobs of cum leaking from her pussy and asshole and dripping down onto the table.

"Yes! Cum all over me, sirs!" she begged, her other hand rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples as she struggled to see through her cum-smeared glasses.

Dean stood between her legs, filming as Scott, Carl, John, and Kevin arranged themselves around her, furiously stroking their cocks. It didn't take long for the first orgasmic moans to be heard.

"Aaaahhh yes!" roared Carl, sounding happy he was able to cum at all after the fuck session he had just had.

His cum didn't so much spurt as dribble from his wrinkled cock, pouring down onto Andrea's left tit. Kevin was next, bending his knees and aiming his fat dick head at Andrea's face, his cum exploding out of him and splashing off her cheek. She turned her head toward it and caught another spurt in her mouth before Kevin aimed down her body, spurting over her collarbone and right tit.

"Ooooh fuck yes, your cum is so warm!" shrieked Andrea, giggling as she masturbated. "I want more! I'm your cum slut!"

Scott and John came nearly simultaneously, one starting at her face, the other at her pussy, shooting jism over her body, covering her in their seed as she arched her back and moaned.

"Aaaaahhnnn... cummmiiinnnggg!" she screamed as the four men jacked off over her, her skin being spackled by their sticky cum.

She bucked and shuddered, whining and moaning as she came, spreading the men's cum over her tits and stomach as Dean filmed every filthy moment. Finally, every man was finished, leaving the participants panting and red-faced. Andrea, coming down from her orgasm, turned onto her hands and knees and went to each man, cleaning their cocks with her mouth until every last one had been sucked clean. She cleaned Dean last, looking up at the camera, probably unable to see through her thickly coated glasses.

"Well? How did I do?" she asked innocently, biting her finger.

Dean looked down at her body, dripping with semen. She had been thoroughly fucked by these horny old men, but he would be damned if he didn't think she got off on it more than they did.

"You did magnificently, my dear," he said sincerely.

"Hear hear!" shouted Carl, clapping loudly.

Every man followed his lead, smiling and clapping their hands as Dean helped Andrea to her feet. She did a twirl, licking her lips and showing the men her cum-painted body. The men began to dress again, and Scott signed off on the conference call.

"I'll send you boys the video once I get it uploaded," he assured them.

They thanked Andrea profusely, telling her she was the most talented PA they had ever seen.

"Sasha, bring in some towels, hun," Scott said over the intercom.

A moment later, Sasha entered looking a little apprehensive, carrying a small stack of thick hand towels.

Scott pointed to Andrea. "Our guest needs some help cleaning up."

She gasped when she saw Andrea's dripping body, but nodded and walked toward her, handing her a towel.

"Will you help me? I can't see very well right now," Andrea asked her, giggling.

Sasha's mouth opened, and she looked at Scott, who simply nodded. She gingerly began wiping Andrea down, starting at her thighs and moving up. She went through a couple towels, mopping up the mess. Her hands lingered a little longer at Andrea's pussy and tits, almost caressing them.

"Wow... they really had fun with you," she murmured softly as she dabbed Andrea's chest.

"I'm a good negotiator," said Andrea.

When Sasha reached her face, Dean touched her arm. "No, leave it."

Sasha looked at him in shock, but decided not to argue, simply taking the soiled towels and leaving sheepishly. Dean helped Andrea get dressed, as Scott and John made the necessary amendments to the contract and signed off on it. Dean whispered into Andrea's ear, and she giggled, then asked Greg to come over.

"These are for you, sir," Andrea said, handing him her lacy bra and wet panties.

His face lit up and he held her sexy thong to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Thank you so much, Andrea."

Dean collected his documents and shook hands with the men, then they all came over to Andrea to shake her hand and congratulate her on a deal well done. Each man showered her with praise and compliments as they checked her out in her sexy outfit, her nipples showing clearly through her sheer top now that she was braless.

Scott shook her hand last, saying, "We hope to see you again soon, Andrea."

"And I hope I can use my negotiation skills on you again soon, sir," she replied, licking an errant drop of cum from her upper lip.

Dean carefully wiped her glasses enough so that she could see, poking his finger into her mouth so she could suck the cum off. They left the room, Dean leading Andrea by the arm and walked through the lobby. Everyone stared at the sexy bespectacled young lady in the see-through top with the cum dripping down her face and hair in confusion and shock. Andrea blushed furiously, but couldn't help but giggle when they got in the lift, coincidentally with the two men who had ridden the lift up with them hours before. If they stared at her before, now they positively gawked.

"What's the matter boys? Never seen a cum-covered slut before?" she asked, pushing her tits out and smiling broadly.

Dean smiled. Never had he been so proud of his naughty neighbour.​