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Oh, if this table could talk!
In the middle of the room which was the main room where the CEOs of this company worked, there was a long, mahogany, ovular table. It was extremely sturdy and had been a witness to many meetings where many deals were conducted.
However, it had witnessed a great deal of…other activities.
For starters? What it was witnessing at this very moment.
That being, a young blonde woman with her naked rear on the table, her ass cheeks planted there at the edge, while one of her many partners, thrust into her, with his pants just unzipped, and a condom on his dick as he slid into her, making the woman in front of him moan.
Just one of the many, many sexual activities that Frank Castle and Clarke Griffin had done together-in this very room, on this table.
It most likely was a good thing that the table in this room was not sentient, and what was more, it was a likely a good thing that it could not talk.
But if it did? Oh, if the table could talk? It could tell a person things…..like how only a week ago, Clarke had been tied to this very table, face down, with a soft blanket laid over the table for her face to press up against to cushion her, her legs tied open and secured to the table legs, as each of her lovers took turns entering her from behind-the men with their flesh and blood cocks and the women with their strap-ons.
The "conference" that day, was quite a long one. As it should be-the line of people waiting to fuck Clarke doggystyle on the table, was very long.
Then there was that time a few months back when Clarke's lovers were seated around this table and discussing the matters at hand and Clarke had asked playfully if they wanted her to use her mouth on each of them.
They had been cautious and asked if that was what Clarke really wanted. She'd said yes, so, her lovers proceeded, getting condoms out and ordering her to go under the table and use her mouth on each of them as they worked. But if at any point she wanted to stop, she was to use her safeword.
Clarke agreed, rolling her eyes, and had proceeded to go under the table.
Her lovers' pants had all been unzipped and as they spoke, Clarke crawled beneath the table, on the carpet and started "working." She went to Hela first and put her mouth between Hela's legs, licking at the older woman's clit.
Hela had gasped and had barely been able to keep speaking, but she had managed.
Then after Clarke had pleasured Hela with her mouth, Clarke had crawled beneath the table to where Wanda was.
Wanda's moans had filled the room about how Clarke was "so good to your mommy."
Then Clarke had crawled beneath the table to Bruce, who had grabbed the table's edge and had groaned the whole time.
Then Clarke sucked off Tony, then Pepper, then Steve, then Jessica, then Elektra, then Danny, then Sam, then Carol, then Brunnhilde, then Loki, then Sylvie, then Rhodey, then Frank, then Natasha, then Yelena, then Barney, then Simone, then Stephen, then Christine, then Peggy, then Dottie, then Thor-Clarke had to be careful with Thor-he was fucking big, and Thor tried to maneuver himself carefully while Clarke was sucking him off. Then Clarke went to Anne, then to Dan, then to Eddie, then to Melina, then to Pietro, then to Scott, then to Hope-you get the drift, right?
The point was, in the entire meeting, Clarke was the one with the….most lucrative mouth.
Needless to say, Clarke's mouth had been exhausted at the end.
When she sucked off the last of them, Laura, Natasha and Tony went under the table and led Clarke out from under the table and sat her down onto the couch on the opposite side of the room, giving her water and telling her to rest her mouth, that the game was finished and she needed some rest.
Clarke had looked stubborn, since she had wanted to fuck-but Natasha and Tony both were worried about her mouth, so they insisted, as did the others.
About a day later, when Clarke's lovers were sure that Clarke's mouth was all rested up, then came Clarke's reward.
They sat down around the table, as Danny pulled the blinds shut and Sam locked the door to the office.
When everyone was seated, Clarke looked at them undoing their pants and her eyes widened, seeing that not only were the men quite hard, but the women all sported strap-ons.
The men and women both, pulled out containers of lube and started lubing up their various lengths.
Wanda said, practically purring, "Come and get your reward for how good you were, yesterday, baby girl."
Tony then pulled out a pair of fake fur-lined handcuffs, explaining that she would wear them, and have her arms around the backs of their necks, her hands bound.
And Peggy pulled out a gag, explaining that Clarke was to clap her hands behind their heads if at any time, she needed to stop. And that was her safeword. A non-verbal one.
Clarke happily went over and pulled down her pants and underwear, allowing Tony to put the cuffs on her and allowing Peggy to gag her, then when she was bound and gagged, she went to Sylvie's chair and straddled Sylvie first, placing her secured arms behind Sylvie's neck as she began to ride the older woman.
She bounced up and down on each of them, riding their cocks, giving out muffled moans of their titles-they knew her well enough to know that she was moaning their titles. They knew that gag or no, she was giving muffled moans of "daddy" out, when she rode Bruce, Frank, Thor, Stephen, Eddie, Scott, Pietro, Barney, Tony and most of the other men in the room, save for Clint. And she was giving muffled moans of "daddy," out, when she rode Natasha, Carol, Brunnhilde, Hope and Maria, as well. For Clint, she was giving a muffled moan of "master." For Laura, the muffled moan was, "mistress."
And when she rode the women who weren't Laura, Natasha, Carol, Hope, Brunnhilde and Maria, that muffled moan became, "mommy."
Sylvie, Hela, Wanda, Simone, Jessica, Peggy, Dottie, Anne, Elektra, Pepper, and Christine all watched hungrily as Clarke bounced up and down on their straps, her mouth gagged as she let out the muffled word that they knew to be "mommy," wantonly, as if she were blissed out completely-which she probably was.
Jessica held the young woman to her as she rocked her hips, thrusting the thick, long, lubed up, black strap in and out of Clarke, smirking the whole time as she felt her climax approaching and watched Clarke's eyes roll up in her head as the strap continually rubbed against her clit and rubbed against the blonde's vaginal walls.
Clarke gave a pathetic, "mm-mm!" sound as she came again hard, clenching around Jessica's cock-around her mommy's cock.
And they were far from finished.
Sylvie laughed as Jessica came and afterwards, pulled Clarke off of her and gently handed the blond woman to Sylvie as Sylvie said, "Better hang in there, Clarke, or start clapping those hands of yours, because as we said, we're rewarding you. And for such a performance yesterday? Do you really think that we were all going to take turns just fucking you once?"
Clarke groaned weakly behind the gag, understanding what Sylvie meant, even before Sylvie dropped the younger woman onto her cock.
She was going to go another round with each of them again-and unless she started clapping, this was going to go until she passed out.
And of course, the table had been witness to this as well. And had been witness to Clarke not clapping her hands at any point during this gangbang.
Oh, yes, if this table could talk? It would be able to tell stories that would rival the raunchiest pornos that were ever made!
Like the story of what was being done to Clarke now, now that she had clenched around Frank's cock, and now that Frank had come into the condom.
Clarke now was on a blanket that was placed over the table, and was on her hands and knees in the middle of the table.
Behind her, Wanda had lifted her skirt, had a lubed up, red strap-on on herself and was gripping Clarke's hips and pounding into Clarke with almost savage force as Clarke screamed "mommy" into the room.
It was a good thing that the CEOs had ordered a lot of the workers home for the day. No one outside would hear what was going on.
Hmmm...then again, it was probably a good thing the table didn't have ears too.