The aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through my body as Damien lifted me off the conference table. My legs were completely useless, trembling like a newborn fawn. Cum from all four of them leaked in thick, warm rivers down my thighs, soaking the expensive wood beneath me. My blouse was open, nipples still clamped and bells softly jingling with every shaky breath. The skirt was bunched around my waist like a useless belt. I could barely stand, let alone think.
Damien held me against his chest, one large hand gently stroking my back while the others cleaned me with warm, damp cloths. His voice was low and possessive against my ear. "You were perfect today, princess. But tomorrow… we have three very important clients coming for a private meeting. They're old friends of the family. And they're going to watch exactly what kind of personal assistant you really are."
My heart slammed against my ribs. I looked up at him with wide, teary eyes, my voice small and trembling. "W-watch…? Daddies, no… please… I'm already so shy… I can't let strangers see me like this… I'll die of embarrassment…"
Zayn smirked as he removed the nipple clamps, making me whimper at the sudden rush of blood. "You won't die, shy girl. You'll cum. Harder than you ever have. And you'll do it while they watch every single filthy second."
Kian kissed my forehead tenderly, but his eyes were dark with excitement. "They already know the rules. They get to watch. They don't get to touch… unless we say so. You're still ours, princess. Only ours."
Ryker was already editing the video from today's office fun on his phone. "And we're going to record it all. For our private collection… and maybe a little preview for them tomorrow."
I hid my burning face in Damien's neck, whispering in complete mortification, "I… I'm still the good girl from college… I can't be watched like some… some porn star…"
But even as I said it, a traitorous heat bloomed low in my belly.
The next morning they dressed me again — this time in a tight white blouse that was almost see-through and a short black pencil skirt with no panties. The vibrating plug was back in my ass, set to a teasing pulse. Fresh nipple clamps with longer chains were hidden under the blouse. A small remote was in Damien's pocket.
In the car on the way to the office, they made me sit on Zayn's lap. He slid his cock inside my pussy right there in the backseat while the driver pretended not to notice. I had to stay completely quiet, biting my lip bloody as he slowly rocked me up and down the entire ride.
"Practice for the clients, baby," he whispered, biting my ear. "Stay silent while you're full of Daddy's cock."
By the time we reached the executive floor, I was already dripping and desperate.
The private meeting room was smaller than the main conference room — intimate, with dark glass walls that could be frosted at the touch of a button. Three powerful men in expensive suits were already seated when we walked in. They were older, distinguished, with sharp eyes that immediately devoured me.
"Gentlemen," Damien said smoothly, pulling me in front of him. "This is Ava, our new personal assistant. She's still very… shy. But she's learning fast. Today she'll be serving us during the meeting."
One of the clients — a tall man with silver hair — smiled slowly. "We've heard a lot about your new toy, Damien. She looks even more innocent in person."
My cheeks flamed scarlet. I tried to hide behind Damien, but Zayn gently pushed me forward until I was standing in the center of the room, visible to everyone.
"On your knees, princess," Damien ordered softly. "Show our guests how well you greet your Daddies."
I sank to my knees on the soft carpet, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My hands trembled as I reached for Damien's belt first, then Zayn's, then Ryker's and Kian's. One by one I pulled their thick cocks out, already hard and heavy.
The clients watched in silence as I shyly took Damien into my mouth first, sucking gently like the innocent girl I still was. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as I moved from cock to cock, licking and sucking each one while the three strangers stared.
"Fuck… look at that pretty face," one client murmured. "She really is shy. Look how she blushes even while choking on cock."
Zayn grabbed my hair and pushed deeper into my throat. "She's learning. Watch this."
They stood me up and bent me over the long meeting table, skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed to the guests.
Damien turned the plug's vibration to maximum. I moaned loudly, unable to stay quiet anymore.
"Please… Daddies… they're staring… I feel so dirty…" I whimpered.
Ryker spanked my ass hard. "Let them stare, princess. Show them how wet you get for your Daddies."
Kian slid into my pussy first, fucking me deep and slow while the clients watched every inch disappear inside me. Zayn took my mouth. Damien and Ryker tugged the chains on my nipple clamps, making the bells jingle loudly with every thrust.
The clients leaned forward, eyes dark with lust, but they stayed in their seats.
"She's dripping all over the table," one of them said, voice rough.
I was crying and moaning, completely lost. The feeling of being watched by strangers while my Daddies used me was humiliating… and shamefully arousing.
They rotated, each taking a turn in my pussy or ass while the others kept my mouth and hands busy. At one point Damien and Zayn double-penetrated my pussy again, stretching me so wide I screamed around Kian's cock. The clients' eyes never left me.
"Beg for it, princess," Damien growled. "Beg your Daddies to fill you while our guests watch."
Tears streamed down my face as I pulled off Kian's cock just enough to speak in my broken, shy voice. "Please… Daddies… fill your shy little girl… cum inside me… ruin me in front of them… I need it… I need all of you…"
They lost control.
Damien and Zayn came deep inside my pussy at the same time, flooding me until it overflowed and dripped onto the table. Ryker painted my tongue. Kian covered my breasts, making the white blouse completely see-through.
I collapsed onto the table, a trembling, cum-soaked mess, the clients still watching with hungry eyes.
Damien gently pulled me into his lap, stroking my hair while I hid my face in his chest.
"You did so well, princess," he whispered. "They're very impressed."
One of the clients stood up, adjusting his suit. "We'll sign the deal… on one condition. Next meeting… we get to watch her take all four of you at once again."
My heart raced with fresh terror and a dark, addictive thrill I could no longer pretend wasn't there.
As the clients left, Damien kissed my temple and whispered the words that made my stomach flip:
"Next time, princess… they might get to touch."