Donna’s Big Break

Donna’s Big Break fMMMMM/NC/anal/Reluc

By Maxim

This Story Is NOT True, It is a Fantasy.

Warning: This story contains depictions of adult sexual situations,
If it is illegal for you to view this subject in your area do not
view this file. If you find these situations unpleasant or offensive
then you obviously won’t enjoy reading this story, so don’t read it.

The author takes no responsibility for any illegalities arising from
the viewing of this file.

It in no way reflects the real personalities of the real persons

Who is Donna Air?: Donna Air
was born in Newcastle, North East England on August 2, 1979, she had her first major acting job on the BBC childrens TV drama series “Byker Grove” at age ten. She is best known for her work on the Big Breakfast for Channel 4 in the U.K and previously on MTV Select, on the U.K.’s version of MTV, she’s also presented her own game show’s “Donna in Need” and “The Cooler”, she appeared in the movie “The Mummy Returns” and the U.K T.V drama’s “Diet of Herb’s” and “Supply & Demand”, she’s tall, blonde and big titted and is known by her nickname “Airhead” and her love of being a celebrity.

For pictures of Donna go to:

The First story in the Donna Ait Trilogy.

Donna’s Big Break

By Maxim

London U.K 1998

This story takes place in the day’s before Donna Air became a “Star”
and single handed nearly destroyed The Big Breakfast with her ego and
lack of talent.

Donna had come down, like many star struck teenagers before her, from
her native Newcastle wanting to be a actress, but times being hard
and becoming too old for Byker Grove and failing to become a singing
star Donna had to lower herself and had become a temp in one of the
big advertising companies in Soho in Central London.

Donna worked hard, (well appeared to anyway) and with the loan of the
companies video camera, sent out video’s of herself presenting to
what seemed like every Television company in London.

Months and auditions came and went, but then after much trying…


18 year old Donna was given a six month contract with MTV, Donna
would be presenting a request show called “Select”, this was to be
her last day working as a receptionist in the creative department,
Donna was glad this was her last day but had to admit she couldn’t
have done it without the help of Eddie (who worked as head of the
Creative team) and his help in getting the loan of the video

Eddie came out of the daily morning creative meeting with a grin on
his face.

He was young, fast thinking, fast-talking and well up on the creative

He had helped Donna, but Eddie was the sort of guy, who wanted
something in return,

Eddie headed the creative team and he knew some extra incentive for
his team was always useful and he thought he knew just how to provide
it and Donna would be helping.

The problem was at the moment Donna had no idea about it.

The three other guys coming out of the meeting lingered for a moment
at the reception desk,joking with Donna.

She knew that the reason for her popularity had something to do with
the fact she was a good looking teenager; in case you haven’t seen
Donna she’s blonde, tall and slender and remarkably well endowed with
over ample teenage tits that quivered at every move she makes.

Ever since Donna had arrived as a temporary receptionist the gossip
at the creative meetings had been all about Donna.

Generally they went along two themes:

How active a sex life Donna led and whether her tits was natural or

Eddie was going to find out……..

Eddie waited until the other men had finally gone before putting on
his well practiced smile as he stopped at the reception desk..

“I hear you’re leaving us today, Donna”.

Donna gave Eddie a cheerful smile; she was wearing her blonde hair in
a long ponytail style.

“That’s right. I’m sorry to be going (she lied), but I’m starting at
MTV on Monday.”

“Yeah, I heard that as well, Good Luck Donna, we’ll miss you” Eddie

In Eddie’s mind at the moment it was only what happened this
afternoon that mattered.

“I guess the rest of the team would have liked to say goodbye but
they had to fly to Paris.”

“Sure, I understand.”

Eddie could hardly drag his eyes up from the crisp white shirt Donna
was wearing where the lacy top of her bra cups were visible through
the thin material.

Eddie restrained an urge to groan and instead reached into his shirt
pocket. He moved to the right and carefully spread a row of £20
notes on top of her desk. Exactly as he’d expected, Donna’s eyes
watched him with surprise as he laid the money down.

Everything he’d planned depended on keeping Donna looking towards him.

“Listen, Donna, since this is your last day and all, and things are
pretty quiet around here just now, I was wondering if you’d like to
do me a favour. A big favour and after all I helped you out with the
loan of the video equipment and well if my superiors found out. . so
how about” he grinned, “A couple of real big favours, to tell the

Donna while only being 18, knew the effect she had on men.

“No, no, don’t get the wrong idea here, Donna. What I’m talking about
is helping me to motivate the guys in the team. I need something
really special to get them to work their arse’s off next week.

OK, I know you won’t be here but you could leave something behind
that would surely do the job.”

“What are you talking about Eddie?”

“It’s a simple deal and if you’ll agree you can take this cash with
you as a gift and we’ll be quits on me helping you out with the video
equipment that after all got you that job with MTV. What I’d like you
to do is some presenting for me, just go into the meeting room and
lock the door behind you. Down at the other end of the room is a
video camera on a stand that’s hooked up to a TV monitor. Go in there
and put the video recorder under the monitor in record mode.”

Donna was as puzzled as before: “And then what?”

“Donna, look I’ll tell you the truth. There’s been a lot of arguments
among the guys about whether or not you’ve got some padding tucked
away in your bra cups to make your figure look so sensational. Now,
myself, I just can’t believe that anything that moves that well can
be anything but the real thing. But two other guys on the sales team
say I’ve got to be wrong. Phil is with me though – remember when you
squeezed past him in the corridor the other day?”

“He swears he could feel that your genuine, so what I’m saying is
that if I could offer the guy with the best sales figures next week a
tape of you settling the argument for certain it would be a real

Donna couldn’t believe this, but Eddie had helped her, she wouldn’t
have the job with Eddie’s help and she did owe him and she needed the

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Donna said.

“That’s easy to work out, isn’t it? Just strip off your shirt and bra
for one minute and show the camera what’s really there. That’s all
I’m asking you to do Donna.”

When it came down to it Donna looked shocked: “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am. I can’t get the guys to talk about their creative
problems now.

I just want to see the real proof on videotape so there’s nothing
more to argue about. And when the guys know what I’ve got on the tape
they’ll be killing each other
to watch the action. So how about it?”

“You want me to go in there and take my top off in front of the
camera? Is that what you’re asking me to do?” Donna looked at Eddie
with wide-open eyes.

“Only the top half of your clothes Donna, honestly, we’ll all watch
it in a quiet and respectful way, I promise you. I certainly will,
you can keep the tape until you finish work. But I can guarantee that
two minutes afterwards I’ll be in that meeting room watching it.
After all I deserve a little sneak preview before I pay you, don’t I?

And after all I did help you out”

“If I were to do it, the door would stay locked the whole time.”
Donna said

“No problem at all, no problem at all. You can lock it yourself and
know it’s secure.”

“How do I know that TV in there isn’t connected up to another one
around here? I might be giving a show to everybody in the building.”

“Why would I do anything for the rest of the building? And you know
there’s only one TV set in these offices. Check the cable, you’ll see
there’s only the one that connects the camera to the recorder and the
monitor – everything’s above board, Donna, I swear it.”

“Eddie, I don’t know about this . . .”

“We’re the only ones here right now, the door will be locked and
you’ll be picking up some useful cash. What’s more you’ll be helping
me out in a big way. Look, here’s another forty pounds. Stand up
right now and walk into that meeting room and I’ll give you this
forty as a down payment. Come on, Donna, for me, please?”

Donna giggled, holding her hands up in front of her face as if too
embarrassed to let him see it. He rolled up the forty pounds, leaned
forward and carefully slipped it into the top of her shirt: “Please

“Ok, Eddie just for you, cos you helped me out, but just this once
and only as a favour to you.”

Eddie couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe he’d sold the airhead so

He fought to hide his triumph.

Donna came out from behind the reception desk.

Matching her shirt was a black short lycra skirt slit at the back
halfway up her shapely thighs. Eddie led the way to the meeting room
and held the door open for her.

“I appreciate this, Donna, I really do.”

Donna stopped at the doorway: “But who’s going to answer the phone and
deal with any visitors?”

“I will, of course. In you go”. Oh, and there’s a tube of body cream
on the table as well.” He lifted up his hands and made circular
motions with them in front of his chest. “I thought maybe you’d like
to rub some of it around a little, just to have something to do. And
to make the show a little more interesting.”

“I’ll have to think about that.” Donna said, saying to herself “Guys”
and how lame they really were, with a last faint smile still on her
lips Donna finally stepped inside the conference room and shut and
locked the door behind her.

Listening carefully, Eddie heard the lock on the other side click
shut. Taking a deep breath he wiped his damp palms and headed back to
the reception desk, opened the main door and called down the corridor:


They shot out around the corner. “What’s happening?” Phil asked

“I’ve got her inside, but I’ve no idea if Joey managed to sneak into
the conference room while I was talking to her. I didn’t dare look in
that direction.”

“We saw him go into the fire escape staircase ten minutes ago so he
should have had plenty of time to walk up and slip inside.” Rosco
said. Like Phil and Eddie, he was a big guy, which was why he wasn’t
with Joey hiding under the table in the meeting room. At least they
all hoped that was where Joey was.

“OK, if he is in there he should be able to let us in. Lock the outer
door and take Donna’s phone off the hook. We wouldn’t want to be
disturbed once we’ve got her on her back.”

The other two laughed in approval and quickly obeyed Eddie.

Frustrated as a pack of starving wolves they prowled around the
entrance to the meeting room, “Even if we catch her with her gear
off, will we be able to get a feel
of her tits?” Phil asked.

“Never mind feeling them,” Rosco answered curtly. “I want to fuck the
bitch until she gets whiplash of those tits.” He made motions of
scratching at the closed door with outstretched fingers like a
frustrated cat:

“Come on, Joey, you useless prick, come on.”

“He’ll have to wait,” Eddie reminded them. “When she’s stripped off
her top he’ll let us in. Then leave the talking to me.”

Hardly had he closed his mouth than there was a sudden feminine
squeal of surprise from inside the room. The door swung open and the
men burst into the conference room like a police drug squad, with
Eddie slamming the door shut behind them and re-locking it.

Only then did he turn around and examine the scene.

The big polished conference table in the middle had two guys on one
side of it, Phil and Roscoe. Joey was on the other side, grinning at
everybody in his triumph of sneaking out from under the table and
opening the door.

Donna had been facing the camera, about four or five steps back, with
a chair in front of her.

Hanging on the back of the chair was a bra that seemed a lot smaller
without her inside it.

Donna had snatched up her shirt and was holding it between herself
and the camera as she squinted back over her left shoulder at the

Seeing her bared back with the bra line still patterned on the
exposed skin made Eddie’s pulse run even more quickly.

“What the fuck is going on here Eddie, get out all of you” Donna

He instantly moved forward, pushing past the other guys and grinning
at the teenager. It was absolutely vital that he should break her
resistance before she rallied from the shock of the unexpected

“Sorry about this, Donna, but I suddenly decided that it was this
week that all the guys really needed motivating.”

“You fucking bastards, fuck off, get out of here or I’ll scream!”
Donna snapped, obviously as mad as hell.

“I was watching her from under the table,” Joey gabbled. “I mean, I
was watching the TV. She’s big for a teenager, you guys; she was
feeling her nipples up and grinning at the camera like a total slut.
Man, you gotta see what she has on offer.”

“Oh, we will,” Eddie, said happily. “Believe me, Donna, whatever you
were doing for yourself, we can do it better.”

The advertising guys were all grinning, getting closer every second
as Donna stared at them, humiliated and furious, with her mind
spinning around in circles.

What could she do?

There was only one door and no way of reaching it, so she was trapped
between a four story window and four horny young men with nothing to
fend them off but an unbuttoned shirt.

Fuck! Donna thought, but she could talk herself out of this….

“Look come on, guys, you could get into trouble for this,” Donna
pleaded her Geordie accent coming out…

“Real trouble.”

“What for?” Eddie asked with a cheerful smile.

“You came in here and took your shirt and bra off after I asked you
to let the advertising team feel your teenage tits.

That’s my story anyway – hell, I’ve even got a videotape of you
stripping off without anybody laying a finger on you.

Never mind what you were doing to yourself afterwards when you
getting ready for us. Still, that’s not going to be as Interesting as
the rest of the tape is going to be.

They’ll love it in 33 Chasefield drive, Newcastle”

Donna went a deadly shade of white as she realised that Eddie somehow
knew her parent’s address. In fear she moved her eyes back to the
monitor screen.

Behind her on the screen were the guy’s hungry faces with Eddie
closest, standing almost directly behind her.

His hands came onto the screen, gripping her upper arms.

“Listen, Donna, one quick feel for each of us, that’s all we want.

That’s not going to hurt you any, is it?”

Eddie’s hands slipped lower, down to Donna’s elbows, under the edges
of her shirt.

Donna hunched up and pushed backwards, trying to fend him off.

Eddie responded by dipping into his pocket and bringing out a small
and brightly colored aerosol can: “Donna, if you don’t behave I’m
going to spray this up underneath that shirt. It’s anti-intruder dye
and once I do that it means you’ll have a pair of purple boobs for
the next two months. It’d be kind of embarrassing to have to explain
that away to your Mum and Dad back home or MTV, they’d show up on
screen, wouldn’t it?”

His other hand was back where it had been before.

Now it was sliding past her elbow.

“Donna, I’m trying to talk to you but I’m not hearing much back.

Do you want me to put this can away or not?”

He was stroking the bottom of Donna’s left breast.

Donna said: “Your fucker, put it away, please, Eddie. You lying
fucking arsehole.”

He did put the can away, but then gripped her ponytail and pulled it

“I don’t like being talked to in that way. Say you’re sorry, Donna.”

He tugged the ponytail again, even harder this time.

“Say ‘sorry’, Donna, or it’s the spray and then that tape going to
your Mom and Dad’s. So what do you say now, Donna bonnie lass?” Eddie
laughed the other guys joining in mocking her Geordie accent.

Donna knew a lot of things she wanted to say but dared not to:

“I’m sor-r-r-r-r-y, Eddie. I’m sorry.”

“That’s a good girl.”

His other hand was also under her shirt now, both of them advancing
onto what had become uncontested territory.

She could see them on the monitor screen, like two alien life forms
moving around underneath the folds of the shirt she was still
futilely holding up.

The screen also showed the other guy’s jealous expressions as Eddie
kept on stroking her teenage breasts until his fingers were lightly
brushing the tips of her nipples.

Donna was red faced with embarrassment at the knowledge that she was
being used in front of all the guys. Eddie chuckled as if he was
reading her mind, before he
spoke softly into her ear.

“Donna, you can hold onto that shirt if you like, but you’re still
going to finish up on top of that table butt naked while I screw you
in front of the guys.”

Donna squealed softly in protest, against him and against his
treachery, and then again because her own nipples were betraying her
by stiffening to his touch.

He laughed again, putting his palms underneath those obvious signs of
her arousal and lifting them up so they were clearly visible through
the thin fabric.

“Look at these, guys, and just because I told her she was going to
get a public fucking!”

Donna groaned helplessly at Eddie’s taunts as his buddies watched him
humiliate her. But what could she do against his blackmail and his
tight grip on her?

“Turn around and face the guys, there’s a nice big teenager.”

The gloating was even more evident as he swung her round with a few
crabbing steps, still keeping his position at her back as he turned
her like a partner in some kind of grotesque dance until she was
facing into the room and the rest of the advertising team.

Eddie was speaking in hoarser tones now:

“OK, I think what would be fun right now would be for you guys to
take Donna’s skirt off.

How about that, hey D-o-n-n-a?” Eddie laughed.

There were eager male grunts of assent from the men as they moved in
like leopards pouncing on a fallen deer. Their hands unzipped and
unbuttoned her clothing until she squealed in futile protest as the
black tight lycra skirt slid down into an untidy heap on top of the

“Well done, guys. I think you all deserve a feel for that. Joey, you
opened the door, so you can be first in the queue to get your hands
on Donna’s tits.”

Joey was eager, putting his hands up underneath the shirt and taking
a tight grip on Donna’s nipples in the spaces that Eddie’s own hands

“Donna wonder how many guys have got their hands on your tits, not
many hey?” Eddie said.

Donna was pushed forward from the waist, as the smaller guy
positioned her to his satisfaction whilst other hands roamed around
and underneath her exposed panties. Surrounded and fondled everywhere
she twisted around in an unbreakable trap, blushing and moaning.

“Fucking hell, they’re real alright,” Joey, said happily. “Fuck I’m
going to make them bounce around before I’m finished with her. How
about we all take a look at them?”

“Anything you want,” Eddie agreed. “Donna, I think it’s time you let
that shirt go.”

He emphasized his words with sharp fingernails that sank deep into
the soft flesh just behind her nipples.

He was clearly intent on Donna obeying him, she had no choice.

She lowered the shirt, feeling the folds of the material sliding down
along the tops
of her teenage breasts until they were fully exposed.

She heard the men muttering with approval at what they saw.

“Fucking beautiful. . .”, “Look at the size of those mother fuckers!”

Then Eddie put his hands underneath them and bounced her around in
triumphant possession: “Come on you, guys, there’s plenty for
everybody. Step right up and help yourselves.”

The rest of the team gloated at the sight of the two offered up
teenage breasts, tanned on top and white below, tipped with pink hard
nipples showing Donna’s anticipation about what was going to happen
to her.

Swooping down they grabbed as much as their fingers could cover. But
it was Phil and Joey who won the race for a mouthful of teenage
perhaps nearly virgin tit.

Donna couldn’t believe this was happening, it was in the middle of
the day, in a office in London, Donna clutched the shirt between her
hands, it was way beyond anything that she’d ever imagined.

“Please. . . please. . . don’t be so rough,” she begged.

“Put Donna up on the table,” Eddie ordered.

With their combined strength Donna’s feet hardly touched the carpet
as the blonde teenager was swept backwards until her thighs bumped
against the edge of the conference table.

Donna fell backwards, being forced to sit on the polished wood for
only a second before Eddie grabbed her feet and lifted them up.

“Swing the bitch around, across it !” Eddie said.

The guys helped Eddie spin Donna around, then forced their weight
down on her until Donna was flat on her back, the nape of her neck
resting on one edge of the table, her bottom perched precariously on
the other side.

The guys were grinning down at the teenager in delight, before Phil
and Joey lowered themselves over her body and started fiercely
suckling on her very sensitive nipples.

Donna wailed again in protest at their roughness, Eddie pushed her
head arched back and down over the side of the table she saw the room
behind her from an inverted angle, with Eddie a pace or two away
ripping off his clothes.

Eddie could hardly spare a glance at what as he was doing as he saw
Donna’s bright green eyes watching him, helpless her teenage body a
playground for two of the guys as Roscoe peeled her tights from her
held down legs.

With a movement just as swift Joey opened his zipper, reached down
and pulled out his cock, then grabbed Donna’s left hand and guided it
down to his erection.

“Donna stroke him if you know what’s good for you” Eddie said.

Donna’s hand was forced around Joey’s cock and began it’s up and down

When Eddie pulled down his shorts to reveal himself Donna’s mouth was
forced open by Rosco, her ponytail below her head jiggling slowly as
she writhed around.

Phil saw what she was doing to Joey and hastily opened his own pants
so her other hand could do the same for him.

Eddie strode forward eagerly: “Hold them together while I tit fuck

The guys did as he wanted, helping him press the two soft mounds of
teenage flesh together as tightly as they could whilst his cock
slipped into the crevice between the hot slippery skin.

As soon as his balls was pressed down on top of her, Eddie pulled on
her ponytail lifting up her head.

“DONNA LICK” Eddie said.

Donna knew she had no choice, for only the second time in her teenage
life her pink tongue came out of her pretty mouth and started to lick
his balls.

In response Eddie’s inner thighs squeezed against her ears, holding
her head in position as she tongued him.

To Donna it all seemed like a bad dream and she’d wake up in a
minute, after all she was starting her new job on Monday with MTV,
she was going to be a star, this can’t be happening to her, she was
Donna Air, but it was real, it was happening and she was doing this
for a guy in front of an audience.

Not only doing it for him, but hand was being forced to work two
other cocks as well as she struggled for breath in the crushing
embrace of Eddie’s legs.

Donna was forced to make another sign of her surrender by her legs
being forced open widely, Phil – it must be Phil – rubbed her cunt
vigorously through the thin material of her panties.

Donna screamed softly, her leg muscles straining as she was lifted up
on her toes towards the caresses, Eddie worked her large teenage
breasts against his cock even more quickly, then released her and
stepped back.

Gasping for breath, Donna was astonished to find that none of the
guys was hardly touching her. Then she heard the call tones of a
mobile phone and realised it was her own phone which was ringing.

Eddie grabbed Donna by her pony tail and lifted her head up, then
pushed her in the back: “Lift her up. Put her on her feet.”

Hauling Donna on her arms they put her in a standing position beside
the table where she tottered uncertainly, vaguely trying to brush
away the loose strands of hair around her eyes.

Eddie picked up her phone from the belt of the discarded skirt.

“Joey, grab her ponytail, you other two hold her tits. If she says
just one wrong word twist them off her.”

He handed Donna the mobile phone, looking more than ever like a
schoolboy playing some classroom joke on her.

“Hello. . . hi, Mum.” Donna said.

The guys exchanged delighted grins at Donna’s embarrassment and began
playing with her again. Donna shook her head desperately as she tried
to talk normally.

“Yes . . . everything’s cool. Yes, I start on Monday.”

Eddie put a chair down directly in front of her and sat down in it.

Donna’s eyes bulged as she fought desperately not to let out the
frantic sounds bubbling up inside her quivering body. Then Eddie
gripped her panties and flicked them down around her thighs in one
swift jerk.

“Oh, God. . . no, no, it’s alright, Mum, I just dropped something,
that’s all.”

The guys were loving it, laughing at her predicament. Even Phil
snorted into the nipple he was chewing on. “Hey, Donna,” Eddie
whispered loudly, “Does your Mom know you’ve got a blonde teenage
pussy?, look a real blonde!”

Donna’s face was contorted with anger and excitement as she glared
angrily at him.

Eddie laughed in her face, and twitched her panties lower and lower.

It was Roscoe who won the race to get the first finger inside her
teenage cunt.

“Shit she’s not a virgin” Whispered Roscoe.

Other fingers followed, front and back, smeared with cream and
burrowing into her. Donna arched her head, her teeth gritted, before
she managed to speak.

“Yes, there’s some other people here, Mum, sorry it’s noisy. It’s
just the rest of the office having a little party here for me before
I leave.”

Eddie was leaning back in the seat, carefully rolling a condom over
his cock.

He pushed Donna down onto the carpet.

“Nooo —— no it’s ok Mum it’s my boss asking me something”

Donna tried to speak in something like a normal voice.

“Only a couple of drinks, Mum. Don’t worry, I’m ok.”

“Want ya Mum to know what your doing?” Eddie whispered into Donna’s

“Yes, Mum, everybody here is very friendly . . . ” Donna wondered what
Mom would say if she knew her teenage daughter was about to be gang

Somebody else pulled on her pony tail to get her attention and she
turned her head to lap at another cock thrusting at her, bare and
patterned with prominent veins.

“I’ll phoneee ya Muum. . . see you – mmmmmm.”

It was little Joey who was demanding her attention, a little guy with
an erection that seemed far too big for him, and was out of control
as well as out of proportion.

He jerked on Donna’s ear until she was facing him, then pushed
himself into her mouth and grabbing her behind the blonde head to
keep her still as he jerked against her.

He seemed as if he wanted to choke her as she struggled to back off
enough to speak again.

“Mumm, mum, I’m sorry, I’ve got to go, somebody’s coming . . .”

Eddie switched off the phone, dropped it onto the carpet and
submitted to Joey again in a bout of feverish submission until he
grunted and emptied himself onto her tongue and into her throat.

Donna coughed and gasped as she swallowed some of his warm cum, more
strands of it stretching out between her mouth and his cock to stick
to her lips.

“Get her on the table again!” Eddie was shouting at the top of his

Lifted up and thrown on her back on top of the table again, there was
no finesse this time. Phil and Roscoe each grabbed one of her bare
legs and spread them upwards and wide apart as if she was on

“Open wide Donna everyone wants to see a cunt that’s just about to

Donna tried to sit up for a moment stunned. “Everyone? You won’t show
this video to anyone will you?” Donna pleaded with them.

“Not if you do everything we say Donna, every time you hesitate to
carry out one of my commands, I will personally put a picture of you
up on the Internet”.

Now start playing with yourself.”

“I can’t?” Donna groaned.

“Let’s see what should the first picture be?” Eddie turned around as
if to walk out of the room.

“Wait you can’t,” Donna protested but as Eddie looked back Donna knew
he could do everything he threatened. “Alright, I’ll do it.” Donna
lay back on the conference table completely defeated.

Slowly Donna lowered her hands beneath her waist she ran her hands
along her pussy lips. In spite of herself she felt a bit of a thrill
going through her body, she had always been a bit of an

“Stick a finger into your cunt.” Eddie ordered. “I can see from here
that you’re enjoying yourself, lets hear it, after all this is
video.” he laughed.

Donna stuck a finger inside of herself, she groaned at the

The blonde teenager started pushing her finger slowly in and out of
her pussy.

She slipped a second finger inside of her pussy. “MM Yes,” a groan
escaped her lips as she arched her back in pleasure.

“That’s right, I want to see you cum slut.” Joey laughed, Donna
begged as she was overcome by orgasm, her back arched in pleasure.

Eddie got up onto the table and thought about it a moment. “I want
you to get on top of me Donna I want to see those teenage puppies

“Get on with it Donna .” Eddie was already rock hard. as Donna threw
a leg over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck her like the airhead she is.” As Eddie rubbed his cock over
her teenage pussy lips.

“Hold it open for him Donna,” Joey ordered. Donna reached under
herself with one hand and opened up her pussy.

Donna lowered herself onto Eddie’s hard prick.

The guys cheered as they watched the faces pressed onto the
conference table to get a better view. Donna groaned a bit as he
thrust up forcing all of his cock into her pussy.

Eddie grabbed Donna’s hips and pulled her down with him, she found
herself sitting on his prick.

He pinched Donna’s nipples hard. “Get going I want you to do the work
this time.” Brian ordered. “I WANT to see them boobs bounce Donna.”
he twisted her nipple in emphasis.

“OHHhhh arrr .” Donna sobbed as started riding up and down on his
hard prick, she tried to enjoy the sensations as Eddie played with
her tits.

Eddie started ramming himself as deep inside her as far as he
possibly could. She heard herself screeching out at the top of her
voice in satisfaction.

The truth was that she’d always been a noisy screw, and that was with
just one partner the guys grabbed her outstretched fingers now,
tightly gripping Roscoe’s and Phil’s Cocks as Eddie leaned over to
get the last possible millimetre of penetration.

Donna tried to relax her pussy so she could take him all the way into

As Eddie thrust forwards, Donna thrust backwards, streching her cunt
to new limits,this added stimulation pushed Donna over the edge and
she had an earth shattering orgasm.

“That’s it Donna swing those tits. You feel so good.” He jammed his
cock deep into her cunt and shot his load deep into her pussy. He
pushed her off his rapidly shrinking cock, “I hope your on the pill
Donna.” Eddie laughed as she slumped on the conference table.

Donna moaned as Eddie pushed his cock right up against her most
sensitive spot and she went crazy, pinned down and screeching aloud
in an explosive orgasm.

Even as Eddie finally withdrew Donna was rolled onto her stomach and
taken doggy style by one of the other boys. Somebody pushed a seat
cushion underneath her hips to lift her up higher for the thrusts and
she whimpered her thanks and satisfaction.

“That’s right, give the bitch the full works,” somebody said. “Get up
on your elbows, bitch, so we can see your tits sliding around on the

Donna did as they wanted, flopping herself around on the smooth
surface as male fingers smeared with cream were jammed up her ass
again at the same time as the huge cock continued splitting her
teenage pussy.

Somehow she suddenly had a new partner who gave her a few stabbing
thrusts up her asshole before the other guy slipped into her pussy
again as Donna’s tight cunt clamped around his cock until he’d
finally finished with her.

Then a hand was swinging down and again on her flushed arse with loud
rhythmical smacks as she squirmed helplessly under the blows.

“Get your fucking arse up high, bitch!”

Almost before she was settled in a new position her nails were
scrabbling at the tabletop as she was taken from behind, no longer
knowing whose cock she was satisfying.

As Phil got up on the table he reached back and pulled Donna’s arse
towards him.

Donna at first failed to realise that this was also pulling her
little asrehole open.

When Donna felt Phil slide up onto on her back and felt his cock
press against her arsehole she realised what Phil was trying to do.
She tried to move away but Joey was holding onto her from below and
Phil was pressing down from above, she could not escape.

On Phil’s next thrust his prick struck home, burying itself deep into
Donna arsehole.

Donna screamed in pain, “No, No I Never!!”

“Donna, there is nothing I can do. Phil thinks you are his bitch.”
Eddie laughed.

Eddie walked around the conference table and looked at Donna rocking
her arse back into the Phil’s cock as fast as she could.

Eddie picked up the video camera and started filming the arse-
pounding Donna the megastar was getting.

Eddie got on his knees filming a view one of Donna’s tits swaying
with the fuck-rhythm, Eddie knew Phil was going cum soon, positioning
herself at Donna’s head, she was able to get a great view when
Donna’s eyes popped open very wide and her perky mouth made a
huge “O” as Phil came in her arse.

Phil pulled out and Donna found herself with her head hanging down as
she sucked on Joey’s hardening cock again with her legs wrapped
tightly around Rosco’s waist as he jumped her just as thoroughly as
the others had done.

As he worked away at her she clung onto Joey, only removing her mouth
to scream out when Rosco came into her pussy.

It was just afterwards that the door suddenly opened and a stocky
middle-aged security guard walked into the room swinging a bunch of
keys in her hand.

He looked calmly at the bare bodies on and around the table and

“Hi, Ron,” Eddie said as he turned and walked towards him.

Ron noticed the camera and monitor, still running and still recording
every detail of the teenage girl’s assault.

“Hi, Eddie,” she said. “I guessed what was going on in here when I
got a phone call from up North from some mother worried that her
daughter was at an office party which was getting out of hand.”

“Don’t worry about that, Ron, she’s well in hand, in Joey’s hands

Joey was the only salesman in the room who hadn’t noticed the
security’s guard’s arrival.

He was clutching Donna’s tits as he frantically prepared to come in
her mouth again. The other guys had stopped stroking and fingering
her when the door opened, but were starting again as Eddie and the
guard chatted, the security guard apparently quite cool about the
fact that she was the only one in the room with a stitch of clothing

In fact he seemed very amused at the whole situation and about
Eddie’s brazen answer, what the advertising team didn’t know but were
beginning to suspect was that Eddie already knew the guard very well
and Ron being a ex-copper had seen it all before.

“You’ll have to get her to phone home again, to let Mother know she’s
alright the thing is, is the blonde airhead going to be pissed about
all this – is she going to cause trouble?”

Eddie shook his head: “With that tape to send home to her Mum and
Dad? No,she’s not going to complain.”

The guard grinned: “Not like me, hey?”

“You were fine once I’d contributed enough to your retirement fund.”

Ron smiled again, turning to watch closely as Joey yelled out in

“Fuck that’s some teenager you’re fucking. I guess I’ll have to ask
her if she’s willing to be doing all you guys at once. But I want to
stay away from that camera.”

“No problem. By the way, Ron, would you care to join us in a fuck?”

Donna suddenly realised she not being touched by anybody, not

Lifting herself up on elbows she stared around, still half dazed, and
then gaping at the security guard and the way she was casually
tugging on the guy’s cocks as she was introduced.

“Come here, Donna,” Eddie ordered her.

Donna naked and ashamed at her condition and her nakedness in front
of another strange man, Donna had to do, as he wanted. Eddie and the
security guard were facing each other now, as Eddie’s hands stroked
himself into another hard on.

He pointed downwards. “On your knees Donna.”

“Look at the size of her tits, how old is she?” said Ron.

“18 and getting bigger every day” laughed Eddie.
Donna got on her knees and Ron laughed “These guys have sure got you
well trained, Donna. I guess you must like doing what you’re told to.”

Donna’s thighs were sticky, and so was her face, her hair was falling
over her eyes and her breasts felt as if they’d been chewed up by a
pack of wild dogs.

It was also obvious that the security guard in the uniform didn’t
care anything about any of that.

“Had a phone call about you, Donna. Your mother thought you might be
in some kind of trouble. Seems to me you’re just enjoying yourself
though. Seems to me you’re getting a kick out of putting yourself out
for the guys in the office. Is that right?”

“Noooo I’ve no choice.” Donna sobbed.

Ron nodded, then chuckled as Eddie grinned and grunted in
satisfaction as she lowered her hands again and worked his foreskin
back and forth.

“Say, Eddie, I think maybe your girl ought to lick this nice and
clean for you before you use it again. Donna megastar, open wide,
like a good girl.”

Donna was forced by Ron as lifted up her head and opened her teenage
lips as Eddie steered his cock between them.

“Listen, Eddie, talking of retirement funds, maybe we could do some
business here. There are a lot of guys in this building who’d like to
stay behind after work for a little office party with a piece of
teenage ass like this one. They’d pay well for it. I can organize a
lot of regular little work outs for her and we’ll split the profit.”

“Well now we have the video she has to do as we say Ron”

Donna made a singled choked protest before Eddie gripped her hair and
pulled her mouth onto his cock. She was forced to swallow him, the
roof of her mouth rubbing against the very tip of his cock as she
waited for his response.

“Eddie how about we dress her up in a uniform like mine and handcuff
her before we let the guys have her?”

Eddie felt himself starting to come again and grinned happily. “Yeah,
why not? And leave her bent over an executive chair for a good
smacking before they guys start stripping her off. Is that a good
idea or what?”

Joey laughed, knelt down behind Donna and put his hand up underneath
her outstretched thighs.

The guys also got down and grabbed her tits again.

Donna had finally got her big break.


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