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After a few seconds without result, she said "Norm try standing up straighter, maybe I can get my head under there.
Norm obliged and held his gut up with his hands. Diane was able to take him in her mouth and sucked him while stroking and pulling his balls, but still without effect.
"It’s OK Diane; I haven’t had it up in years. That’s from twenty years with Vera!"
Norm patted Diane on top of the head, and stepped. "Maybe I’ll just stay and watch and see if anything comes back to me." Norm said sheepishly.
"Sure just sit on the end of the couch, stay as long as you like." Rebecca spoke from the desk.
"This still counts!" Diane barked to Carla. "You said three, and he counts as the second."
Carla replied calmly "Sure, keep your pants on Diane (oops, too late), he counts toward your three."
Carla went back to the door and returned with Woody.
Woody looked at the naked Diane kneeling on the floor, and at Rebecca spread out over the desk, and said "Well, Carla was right. It’s Diane."
"We all know about what Carla said." snapped Diane. "Just get it out."
Woody got it out. True to his nickname, he was already hard. His dick was just as long as Sam’s but not as thick. It jutted upward from his crotch toward the ceiling. He would not have Norm’s problem.
As he stepped up in front of Diane’s waiting mouth, he said:
"To be honest, I was hoping it would be Miss Howe. As beautiful as you are Diane, I’ve always thought Rebecca had the prettiest little Cupid mouth I’ve ever seen. So if you don’t mind I think I’ll go over there."
"Sure." said Diane.
Woody stepped over to the near side of the desk, stood in front of Rebecca. Deep in her prison fantasy, she looked up and said "Oh, you must be the warden come to save me from these criminals."
Woody brushed the tip of his cock against Rebecca’s lips. Her mouth opened as if automatically.
"Jeez that’s a long dong, Woody, between the two of us, we might be able to meet in the middle." Sam giggled. Rebecca moaned, and dropped her jaw to allow Woody’s cock better access.
The two men began a rhythmic thrusting into Rebecca from both ends. She alternately gagged when Woody hit the back of her throat, and groaning when Sam thrust deep into her ass.
Diane looked at Carla and said: He counts too, Carla. That’s three, where’s my reward?"
"I’m not sure I should give a number three to a woman who has trouble giving away blow jobs in a bar. But a deal is a deal, so stand up".
Diane got up from the couch and stood in front of Carla. "You won’t hurt me will you?" Diane asked nervously.
"No, that would be the number five." Carla replied. "Spread your feet apart; and I recommend that you play with your nipples."
Carla ran her hand down Diane’s belly into the furze between her legs. She slid a finger into Diane’s wet pussy and pushed it in and out. After a few strokes she added a finger, and then a third. When Diane began to rock and moan softly, Carla folded her thumb over her other fingers and began to push upwards hard. At first nothing happened, but Carla crouched down and pushed harder. Diane was almost lifted off the floor by this pressure. She tried to stand on her tiptoes, then cried out softly.
Suddenly, Carla’s knuckles popped past Diane’s pubic bone and her whole hand disappeared up Diane’s crotch. Diane shrieked, her face contorted in a grimace of shock and lust.
Carla, still slightly crouched began to thrust her hand and wrist into Diane over and over, like a boxer delivering a series of uppercuts. Diane’s erect clit was protruding from her bush.
Diane, still twisting her nipples into pink pencil erasers, gasped and staggered backwards. Carla gave her one more plunge and Diane toppled backwards onto the couch. Carla followed and continued her relentless thrusting.
"Roll over on your belly; just swing your leg over." Carla commanded and Diane did so.
Diane was now face down on the couch with her head resting on one arm and her butt hoisted high in the air.
"I highly recommend that you rub your clit." Carla said sharply. Obediently, Diane slid her free hand down between her legs and started stroking her engorged clit.
"Now, here’s what makes the number three really special, said Carla. She spread her fingers out inside Diane and began to rub and press downward on her g-spot. Diane hissed with lust and doubled the action on her clit.
Carla increased the pressure and speed of her fingers. "My god, you’ve got a g-spot like a walnut!"
Carla changed quickly between the g-spot stimulation and the rhythmic thrusting of her hand and wrist.
Diane’s hips were bucking violently up against Carla’s motions and she was moaning like an animal.
As Diane’s orgasm grew closer, Carla began to gently stroke Diane’s exposed asshole with the thumb of her free hand.
Diane now came with the force of a seizure. Her hips bucked in the air, her head thrashed from side to side, and she howled like a wolf. Carla pressed down firmly with her thumb.
At just the last instant, as she felt Diane’s pussy begin to spasm, Carla yanked her hand out of Diane’s crotch with a wet pop. Deep into her shattering orgasm, Diane ejaculated heavily onto the couch cushions. Jet after pulsing jet of her fluids soaked the couch.
"Jesus Sammy, you’re gonna hafta burn this couch!" giggled Carla. "Score another one for the number three." Replied Sam, still buried deep in Rebecca’s ass.
Leaving Diane quivering on the wet couch, Carla walked over to the desk and examined what Sam and Woody were doing to Rebecca.
"Carla, you’re my friend, you won’t let these animals fuck me, will you?" begged Rebecca.
"Well, Becks, I’m not who you seem to think I am, but I’ll tell you what I will do." replied Carla and stepped back until she was about a foot from Rebecca’s face.
Carla unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. She slid her hand into her panties and began rubbing herself vigorously.
"Carla, what the hell are you doing?" cried Sam.
"Are you kidding Sammy? How often do you get to come to work and jerk off while watching the boss get fucked in the ass by a bartender?"
"Ohhhhhhh!" moaned Rebecca, "It sounds pretty hot when you say it like that! I think I’m going to cum."
She was right. As her orgasm started, it made her ass clench around Sam’s cock. Sam, who had been fucking one woman or another for almost an hour, began to cum.
Rebecca thrust her head forward on Woody’s cock, and gagged as it hit back of her throat. The gagging spasms in her throat squeezed Woody’s cock and he too came
The two men pumped huge loads of fluids into Rebecca from both ends, Sam deep into her bowel, and Woody straight down her throat. The three of them heaved and moaned through their orgasms.
Norm got to his feet from the end of the couch, pulled up his pants and surveyed the scene. Diane was still face down on the couch, her hips rotating spasmodically, her hand fluttering mindlessly between her legs. Rebecca was spread flat on the desk with semen dripping down her chin from her mouth, and down her legs from her ass. Sam and Woody stood with their dicks still hard and dripping. The only sound was Carla still pounding her pud in front of Rebecca’s face. She came to her shuddering climax as Norm spoke:
"This was nice, but I see both bartenders, both waitresses and the owner all in this room. Who the hell is going to serve me a beer?!"
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