Overtime

Actually, Ramona should have felt the crackling tension and the strange atmosphere immediately, but since it was Friday afternoon and her thoughts were already on the weekend, she thought nothing of it when she and her three male colleagues in the archive of the law firm in the they were working, and which was in the basement of the house, was supposed to work a few more hours. It was oppressively humid and actually much too hot for the beginning of September. All four are sweating and were happy to be able to stay in the coolest rooms of the old villa. Ramona was 19 years old and a prospective paralegal.

She was wearing a high-necked, linen-colored summer dress that was appropriate for the summer temperatures, which was offset with colorful floral motifs and almost fell down to her lace-up sandals-clad feet. The airy fabric denied a look at your feminine décolleté but the man's eye was more than compensated. The reason for this was primarily her ample bust size, which, since the dress had a waistband at hip height and thus clung to her waist, was clearly visible through the linen cloth. To the particular delight of all male employees, Ramona hated bras. She enjoyed the glances of her male colleagues, who surreptitiously examined not only her shapely breasts but also her beautiful buttocks at every opportunity.

While she was working, she wore her long, blonde hair in a ponytail, allowing a view of her shaved neck. Apart from a dark red lipstick, she was sparing with her make-up. since, as a regular visitor to a solarium, she had a tan all over her body that was the envy of many of her colleagues. She was strikingly tall for a woman and this 181 cm was the reason for her very good performance in the volleyball club, which in turn benefited her slim figure.

In short, Ramona knew that she looked good and drew a healthy dose of self-confidence from it. In principle, the archive was nothing other than the large vaulted cellar of the Gründerzeit villa, in which the thriving law firm was located. In the early 1970s, a makeshift heater, which regularly failed, was installed and the floor was carpeted. The walls were almost exclusively lined with shelves overflowing with file folders and card index boxes filled with client information and relics from past litigation.

In the center of the room was a large dark brown mahogany desk that had belonged to the late senior of the firm and no longer suited the image of a modern law firm. A meter-long neon light hummed from under the ceiling, flickering at intervals, bathing the room in a bluish, unreal light. No one from the office really liked working in the archives, but since there was no air conditioning in the entire building, none of the four were entirely averse to spending two hours in the cool walls. You had estimated that much time for your search for documents of previous processes, which your boss, who also lectured at the university, needed for his explanations. All four had received a list of keywords and were now asked to select suitable documents from an unimaginable contingent of paper.

Ramona had been granted a seat at the desk by her male colleagues, the only one that offered a seat in the form of a wooden chair with castors from the 1950s and which looked almost ridiculous compared to the mighty desk; everyone else had to stay working in front of the shelves. She had acknowledged this gesture of the stronger sex with a smile. After a short time she had to realize that the men weren't really focused and were obviously more concerned with her than with the task intended for them. Although all three were aspiring lawyers, the conversation was on what she thought was a very strange level.

The jokes and banter were unsurpassed in frivolity and salaciousness, and her looks and figure were the main talking points. She smiled wryly, trying to ignore the sophistry and concentrate on her work. Since the desk was in the middle of the room and acted as a filing shelf on its front opposite the drawers, Ramona got up and walked around the table. She leaned forward for a moment to return the gray Leitz file she'd been leafing through to its place on the lower shelf of the desk.

When she got up again, she was suddenly surrounded by her male colleagues. She looked around confused. Lucas and Elijah, who had just been five steps away from the exit door, were now directly to her left and right. Benjamin, who until a few seconds ago seemed engrossed in an index box in the back of the room, suddenly stood right in front of her.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt Lucas' and Elijah's hands on her upper and lower arms. Benjamin took a step closer and looked into her eyes. "My God, you look stunning again today." His two colleagues nodded in agreement. "What's that nonsense?" Ramona answered harshly.

"You let go of me on the spot" But none of the three made a move to change their behavior. "I've always wondered if these two are a gift from Mother Nature or the masterpiece of a top-notch plastic surgeon." With that he lowered his gaze to the two breasts which he was now almost touching with his upper body. "Don't be silly, boys and let me go," replied Ramona, who suddenly realized the uncomfortable situation she was in. She glared at the three of them with her green eyes, but immediately realized that if she didn't think of something quickly, she would lose control of this tricky situation.

"Listen, I've got a proposition for you. You let go of me right now and I won't tell the boss anything,” she admonished her colleagues. Benjamin laughed pityingly. “Three to one, that shouldn't just be enough for the boss, but for every dish.

Surely we don't have to tell you that as an expert?" With these words he raised his right hand and caressed her face tenderly. "You really are beautiful," he said, looking at her with wide eyes. His hand dropped down her chin and now carefully slid down her neck.

Ramona was electrified. She was involved in a motorcycle accident three years ago and was in shock comparable to the current one. She couldn't make a sound and couldn't move. Benjamin's hand had now reached her décolleté and slid over the curves of the dress almost in slow motion.

He lifted his left hand, formed two large semicircles with his hands, and began massaging her breasts gently. Her nipples perked up. Ramona was stock still. Benjamin pressed both hands more firmly against her breasts and the other two also tightened their grip on her upper arms. He began kneading more intensely.

Then he grabbed the two warts with his thumb and forefingers, which he now felt more and more clearly through the thin fabric, and slowly rubbed them between his fingers. He looked her in the eyes. A rush of adrenaline ran through Ramona like she had never experienced before. She regained consciousness.

She thought frantically how to get out of this number. 'Okay, ok,' she said, 'I see you can't get by with reason anymore. I'll show you my boobs and then we'll forget about this. Agreed?'

She would show them what everyone at the pool could see and then quickly disappear. She looked at the three desperately. Benjamin looked at his two colleagues and nodded. Ramona freed herself from the embrace by taking a step back in front of the large desk.

She threw the men an angry look, hesitated for a moment and, since she couldn't come up with a solution, reached with both hands behind her neck to undo the button there. With a quick grip she had undone the collar at her neck. She slowly lowered the fabric over her shoulders onto her hips. With crossed arms she held the dress, which now threatened to sink to the floor, in front of her navel and now revealed a clear view of her breasts.

Her cheeks flushed. Elijah groaned loudly, "Fabulous. They look like apples." Lucas nodded.” I have never seen anything so wonderful. Much too good to hide them under a dress”. Despite the situation, Ramona felt something like pride in her beautiful body and although she had long recognized the danger she was in, she even felt flattered for a brief moment. She ran shivers all over her body. Not only was the shape of her breasts ideal, but also the proportions of her nipples, which, measuring five marks, shimmered delicately pink in the neon light of the office lighting.

Benjamin took a step closer. He stared spellbound. "Insanity. You are right, like ripe apples.”

He looked at his two colleagues and winked at them. "Ripe to pick". At that moment, Elijah and Lucas took a step forward and once again held Ramona by her arms. She tried vehemently to free herself from the embrace, but the two men were far too strong.

"I yell the whole house together" she shrieked, realizing that she had just lost her last bit of sovereignty. Benjamin slowly shook his head. "Mouse, you seem to be forgetting that we're practically at the weekend. We're also in the basement. I highly doubt that even if there was anyone else in the house anyone would be able to hear you – well, I'd suggest you relax a bit.” Ramona felt hot and cold.

Benjamin was right.. She was at the mercy of the three of them. "Continue," Elijah Benjamin asked impatiently. "I want to see the rest too.".

But Benjamin first tilted his head forward, lifted both her apples with his hands, which although not necessarily small, could not completely enclose her breasts, and began to suck gently on her nipples. Ramona tossed her head. "No – stop!" she yelled, but to no avail. Alternately he played around the warts with his tongue to suck on them powerfully the next moment.

Her breasts were now glistening with his saliva. The nipples were now sticking out like little antennae. Her legs were shaking. Benjamin slowly sank to his knees in front of Ramona. Almost in slow motion, and against her angry protests, he pulled the dress, which was only held in place by a light elastic waistband, over her hips.

It fell quietly to the ground. "What a chassis," he murmured. All three eyed her excitingly long, suntanned legs. Ramona felt a lump in her throat.

A thousand thoughts raged through her head. She struggled again to free herself from the men's hard grip, but it was useless. Her long blond hair, which she had braided into a tight ponytail, now fell wildly over her face. "More, more" now demanded Lucas, but Benjamin, who was still kneeling in front of Ramona, stared in fascination at the flat stomach, which was adorned with fine blond down, the pink cotton panties with ruffles that gave an idea of the mons venus and these endlessly long brown ones Legs.

"Don't fall asleep," Elijah admonished. Benjamin gently grabbed the waistband of the panties with his hands. Ramona threw her hips forward. She twisted and turned but immediately her arms were being convulsed so violently that she had to stand bolt upright on tiptoe and thrust her breasts forward to meet the pressure.

She stopped struggling. Benjamin grabbed the hem of the panties on both sides with thumb and forefinger and slowly began to pull them down. Ramona was breathing heavily. Her bosom rose and fell.

She was now completely naked except for a gold chain with a heart pendant that she wore around her neck and her sandals that were laced to her ankles. Stunned, the three stared at the sight that presented itself to them. The pussy was shaved except for a narrow blond fluff that reached from the buttocks to a hand's breadth below the navel. Lucas groaned.

"That can not be true." Ramona started to whimper. "Please no further". Nobody reacted. Benjamin slowly ran his index and middle finger outstretched, starting from the ankle of her right foot, up the inside of her legs.

Over the lower leg gently and almost tenderly, then the thigh until he reached the pussy with his right hand. He lifted his head and looked into her face while he very carefully and with twisting movements began to press both fingers into her slit. His fingertips gently pressed against her labia. He increased the pressure gently, overcoming the tension of the gate and dipping his fingertips into it.

His fingers felt the soft, warm environment. Ramona closed her eyes. A mixture of disgust and sexual excitement made her knees tremble. That couldn't be true.

His right hand kept going back and forth. His fingers now disappeared up to the knuckles only to reappear the next moment. He pulled her out to slowly push her back in, piece by piece. He fucked her with his fingers.

To her desperation, Ramona felt herself getting wet. He drove in and out again. Ramona's legs gave out for a moment. As Benjamin plunged his now shiny fingers deep into her again, she would have fallen to the ground if the two left and right hadn't held onto her.

She gritted her teeth as he again pushed his longest fingers into her increasingly wet cleft, carefully twisting. She threw her head back and groaned loudly, "No - oh no". Suddenly, Benjamin was rudely pushed aside. "Move over there" sounded Elijah.

Ramona opened her eyes. In front of her was Elijah, who had swapped places with Benjamin. To her horror, she saw his pants on his shoes. In his hand he held his stiff cock.

He had pulled the foreskin behind his pink shimmering, shiny glans. A drop of lubricating fluid gushed out of the gap in his glans. He just jerked off three times and then stepped forward. She felt his glans on her cunt. This was the moment she loved so much when she was with her boyfriend.

With a powerful push, he penetrated her fully while he was standing. Ramona screamed out loud. She was now standing on tiptoe. Elijah put both hands under her buttocks and slammed his lower body against hers, causing her butt to hit the edge of the desk.

His mouth was open, his eyes closed, his face twitched in ecstasy. He threw his hips back only to hurl them forward again and impale them with his long member. Ramona began to breathe heavily. She felt his thrusts becoming more and more powerful and her big tits trembling in an ever faster staccato.

Her sex got hotter and hotter. She smelled his breath and turned her head away from him. His movements became more and more powerful, so that she was lifted a few centimeters with each thrust. Her hair hung in her face and was stuck to her chest.

Sweat ran down her legs. Elijah now grabbed her shock of hair on the back of her neck and pushed her head back. She cried out and at that moment he shoved his tongue down her throat. She tried to turn her head but couldn't.

She felt his raging tongue, noticed his excitement growing. With a throaty moan he pumped his seed into her uterus. Six or seven more times he hammered his member into her cunt, then he swapped exhausted with Lucas. In the meantime, he had completely freed himself from his textiles.

He lifted her left thigh with his left and grabbed her left buttock with his right, forcing her to lean against Benjamin's shoulder, who was holding her on the left side. His tail was slightly crooked than Elijah's, but no less long. Now he was bouncing excitedly. Lucas took half a step forward and leaned his upper body back slightly.

Again she felt his glans on her grotto. He slowly pushed his lower body forward. Ramona almost lost consciousness. Her cunt smacked loudly as his pole plunged into her.

Lucas was now fucking his work colleague in steady thrusts. Her whole body was shaking. Her long blonde hair bobbed in front of her face. Lucas fucked slower than Elijah, not as fast and animalistic.

Again and again and at equal intervals he drove into her. Her head hung forward, jiggling like her tits every time his lower body brushed against hers. Her cunt was now all red from the friction and was unbearably hot. With each plunge into her vagina, a tight moan escaped her.

Again he pulled his strap almost all the way out. Then he slipped back into her smacking vagina. Her eyes were closed, her mouth formed a groaning, "Oh god." Lucas fucked her to the rhythm of a slow waltz and she felt the ecstasy rising against her will.

He drove into her again and again until he was overwhelmed by an orgasm after about three minutes and discharged himself inside her. Ramona felt the jet of sperm in her abdomen like a raging hurricane. Lucas pulled his member out of her and stepped aside, sweaty and red-faced. He took Benjamin's place. He grabbed Ramona, who had given up all resistance, by the shoulders and turned her so that she had to bend over the massive desk and stretched out his magnificent rear end towards him.

In order not to fall, she supports herself with both hands on the table top, her upper arms still in the clamps of her two male colleagues. Her big tits dangled over the desk. Her long hair danced on the desk pad. Benjamin undid his pants and jerked his cock.

Then he gently pressed his big red head against her cunt. Ramona, who was now drenched in sweat, moaned: "Please don't, I can't take it anymore." Sperm dripped out of her vagina. Very slowly he penetrated her and began to sew her up from behind with relish. Her cunt got hotter with every thrust.

Loud smacking noises testified to the quantities of sperm that she had already ingested and which ran down her leg in a trickle. Benjamin slowly but forcefully moved his hips back and forth. He pulled his cock almost completely out of her cunt every time and then reintroduced it at the same speed. He looked at her sweaty back.

A trickle had formed between her brown shoulders and was now slowly flowing down to her buttocks. Her head nodded forward in unison with his movements. Her gold heart pendant chain swung back and forth. With each thrust she let out a loud sigh, "Oh, oh, oh." His hands rested on her hips.

Ramona lost consciousness. She felt a gigantic orgasm forming in her abdomen. Her eyes were closed and she moaned with each stroke, her mouth wide open. "I can not anymore" Her face glowed crimson.

Benjamin drove into her again. He could tell from the contraction of her vagina that she was about to come. Despite the flood of semen, she became tighter and tighter. Again and again he pushed his hard to bursting penis into her boiling vagina.

Ramona became short of breath. Her bottom began to vibrate and her legs began to tremble. He leaned forward a little, cupped her sweaty breasts and began kneading them. At that moment Ramona threw her head back and screamed towards the orgasm of her life.

"Yes, oh yes," she sobbed as she felt Benjamin's staccato getting faster and faster and he started his last thrusts. When she felt the first hot jet of cum in her vagina, she lost consciousness. Her cunt contracted, her entire abdomen exploded in an infernal orgasm, and she cried out a single, long drawn-out:. "Yaaaaah" She rolled her eyes, her legs gave out and she fell onto the desk with her upper body.

Her butt always twitched in wild delight long after Benjamin had pulled his cock out of her dripping vagina. Then all four fell to the ground, powerless. Ramona woke up from her coma by the sound of cutting scissors. She lifted her head and looked into Benjamin's grinning face.

In his right hand he held paper scissors, in his left three of her pubic hairs, Benjamin laughed, "As a reminder of the best overtime of our lives."