Job/Place-of-work

Eight Ball: Chapter 02

I hope you guys are enjoying the story, so far. I know this next chapter is coming late, so I’m posting two of them, this week. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. BJ is still the protagonist I’ve had the most fun writing. Happy Reading 🙂

Ann-Alyssia Blue – Prologue

This is purely fiction and a revised edition of work I’ve had on your before, my writing skills has become tonnes better, i believe… Ann-Aiyssia has been a very very bad girl and now she has to pay the consequences of messing around in school, with a person that should always have been off-limits.

takin by his employer

A couple of months back my husband was due to go out into town with his 2 bosses, a father and son firm he had worked with for about 5 years. Both father and son were certainly not my idea of attractive, both skinny and obviously not sun worshippers like myself judging by their pale pink complexions.
On the night I was feeling a little horny myself and was looking forward to him coming home and satisfying my desires, hence I dressed accordingly, black pull ups, short skirt, lacey black knocks and bra and easily removable blouse!.
He nodded with a wry smile on his face when he caught sight of me coming down the stairs,
“Seems a shame I have to gou out” he said with a smile
“Aren’t they picking you up?” I asked
“No, I will meet them in a bar in town, see you later” he replied, leaving me with a peck on the cheek.
As the door shut I sat myself down in front of the TV with a chilled bottle of wine. Around 15 minutes later the doorbell rang, when I answered it I was surprised to see both father and son standing there,
“Is he ready?” they asked
“He’s gone, said he was meeting you in town” I replied
“Odd” said the father “we were supposed to pick him up”
“Come on in, let me phone him”
They walked in behind me, no doubt checking out my attire, although I say so myself I was well out of their league.
Picking up the phone I rang my husbands mobile
“Hi hun, have you met with Roger and Dave yet?” I asked
I begin to fume inside and after a minute or so I put the phone down
“Everything ok?” Roger (the father) asked
“No it damn well isn’t, he says he is with you and not only that but he is going back to your house later and will not be home!, he is obviously playing around!” I replied, my voie quivering with anger
“Hey maybe he has just got it wrong about being picked up and doesn’t want to worry you” Dave replied
“Hmmm, I don’t think so” I sat back on the settee, grabbing my wine and taking a big glug
“Fancy a quick glass” I asked looking up
“Yep, ok, just a quickie”
I got another 2 glasses, opened a new bottle and poured them a glass each. We started chatting, it was obvious I was angry and even blurted out how horny I had been feeling and how I was dressed up ready for his return.
We carried on drinking and before long the 2nd bottle was finished and I opened a third, feeling slightly drunk I bent down a little to far at the fridge, showing the tops of my pull ups, i could almost feel their eyes but did not give it any thought, after all they were certainly not my type and employed my husband too.
“How about a game?” said Roger as I sat back down
“What?” I asked
“Strip poker” he said laughing.
“Are you serious!” I exclaimed, “not only am I married but you also employ my husband!”
“Oh only a playful game” he replied
“Yeah, just a bit of a laugh” said Dave
I considered it, maybe the drink had given me some bravado but I found myself replying,
“Ok, just for a laugh, nothing serious” I said
We moved over to the dining table and I dealt the cards, lady luck was certainly shining on me as I won the first 4 hands leaving them both with their shirts and trousers off, making them look even skinnier!
The next hand I lost and took off my blouse, the both looked on approvingly as I revealed my black half cup bra, holding my firm 34C tits. The next hand I lost too and no my skirt was removed, by now we had all had another glass of wine, I should have stopped the game there and then but the drink was acting on me and I thought this was just some fun, albeit not quite as innocent as it should have been.
The next round was lost by Roger, all he had left was his socks and white Y fronts, surely his socks I thought as he stood up and I breathed a sigh of relief as he bent over and pulled his socks off before sitting back down again, however, he also lost the next hand,
“Looks like you are out” I said thinking he would go and sit back on the settee
“Yep, I’m out but must play in the spirit of the game I suppose” he replied.
I watched as his hand began to pull his Y fronts down, as he pulled them down over his bulge a thick pink cock sprang out, I just could not quell my gasp, it was so unexpected, totally at odds to his skinny frame, even soft it must have been 6 inches, he noticed my eyes fixed on his crotch and smiled
“Not too bad is it?” he asked
“Um, no, I guess your wife has no complaints” I stuttered, pulling my eyes away
“Dave, you still want to play”
“Of course” he replied
The net round was lost by me, maybe because I couldn’t concentrate as I had the vision of his fathers cock in my mind. I stood up and pulled down my skirt
“Wow that is some body” he said, it is true, I am very proud of my looks and know how I turn men on.
He dealt another round, he lost this time and stood up, please don’t I thought as I saw his hand begin to ease down his boxers, he was built like his father, maybe even a little bigger, I could not believe how these 2 could be so well endowed yet so skinny.
“Ah well” he said, “game over, could I just use your loo please?”
“Of course, just through the kitchen” I gestured behing me
He moved toward me in order to squeeze behind my chair, as he walked past he stopped to squeeze through, I just felt I had to look and turned my head, his crotch now right in front of me at eye level. There seemed to be an uneasy silence as he stopped, I could see that he was becoming a little “excited” as his cock seemed to harden slightly in fron of me and quickly adding another half inch
I looked up at him, I just did not know how to react, I felt a tingle between my thighs but tried to dismiss it, I could not let this happen, I was too good for them, far too good, he just looked back down at me, a smile on his face and moved another inch forward.
“You can touch it if you like but surely it’s nothing knew, surely your husband satisfies you too” he said
“No, much smaller” I whispered under my breath, thinking he didn’t hear me
He grew a little more, now around 7 1/2 inches
“I don’t mind if you just want to feel it” he said as he moved a little closer
As I looked up he bent down and grabbed my hand, placing it on his cock, I gulped, I didn’t know what to do, the tingle ran through my pussy again, I had never scene such a cock except in some of the DVD’s my husband had. I felt his cock in my hand, something took over me and I began to move it along his length making him even longer, my fingers barely touching around his thick shaft.
I felt his hand softly rest on my head
“No” I murmured but without conviction, I opened my mouth and shut my eyes, heraing him gasp quietly as he felt his cock entering my mouth, he knew I couldn’t turn back now, he knew he was about to be satisfied by the gorgeous wife of one his employees.
“Mmmmm, that feels nice” he said, “can you take a little more hun”
I moved my head down his shaft, the slightly salty taste filling me with lust, my hand reaching up to his thighs, letting him know I could take more.
Now he had the green light he held my head and eased a few more inches into my willing mouth, I had deepthroated my husband before but being so much smaller it seemed easy but I wanted this cock so much I took more of him, feeling the thick swollen head in my throat as he began to move his hips back and forth.
“Thats it, suck that big cock” he said, “and what about my Dad, are you ignoring him on purpose” I heard him ask
He pulled his cock out and I felt another hand turning my head to the left, his father stood there, his long pink cock now fully erect, I was now powerless and let him enter my mouth.
I pulled him out gently,my hand pushing back his foreskin as my tongue began to work on the end of his cock, licking greedily, I tasted his pre cum and licked a little stale cum from his cock where he had fucked his wife earlier in the day.
“Lets get a little more comfortable” he said and I was led to the settee, I sat back and Roger knelt in front of me, pulling my body down a little so my pussy was of the edge.
Looking down I watched as he rubbed the end of his huge cock against my wet pussy lips. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet taking out a condom,
“No” I whispered, “fuck me bareback”
Smiling he brought his uncovered cock back to my pussy and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him ease inside me, streching my pussy around his shaft.
“Dads cock feel good” said Dave as he climbed onto the settee
“Oh God yes” I sighed
“You know you talk too much” he said before kneeling on the settee in front of me and pushing his cock back into my eager mouth
My body rocked as I took on father and son, their big cocks using my mouth and pussy, after a few minutes I heard Dave ask his father if he could fuck my cunt, his father pulled out, as his son climed off the settee
“Why don’t you get on the carpet here for us” Roger said
I climbed down and got on all fours for them. Daves hands grabbed my hips and he began to feed me his 8″ cock, his dad grabbing my head and beginning to mouth fuck me
“I bet she never thought she would be taking 2 big cocks tonight” he said
“Nope, and I bet here husband is not having as much fun” laughed Dave
As they fucked me I felt a huge orgasm rising inside me, with my moans muffled by the cock in my mouth my pussy began to sock Daves cock, as I was cumming I felt Rogers cock swell a litle more in my throat
“Mmmm here it comes” he said as I felt his cock jump a little before starting to pump hot thick cream into my mouth, I had to swallow as he held my head on his cock
“Yes, swallow that cum you greedy slut” he moaned as he emptied his full balls.
I kept swallowing amazed at how much he could cum, suddenly I felt the heat deep inside me, Daves bareback cock was flooding my pussy with his cum, I could feel the head up against my cervix as his seed pumped inside me
“God that’s good” he said
They both began to slow down as the orgasms subsided, their cocks becoming flaccid inside me.
“Mmmm good girl” Roger said
“You have to go” I replied, cum dripping down thighs and soaking into my pullups “this should not have happened”
“Yes, but thank you”
“I am going to bed, let yourselves out” I said as I walked up the stairs, my head spinning at what had just happened.
It must have been about 2AM when I found myself being woken from a deep slumber
“What… what is happening, no you must go” I said as I felt my legs being eased apart
“Ssssh, maybe a little later, we just want a little more fun, you know how much you want it” I could tell who said it but felt a leg being swung over me, a body above my face and a hard cock being pushed against my mouth. I knew they were in control, reaching up y hands gently clasped his buttocks and I opened my mouth pulling him down, letting him mouth fuck me.
For another 30 minutes they used my, I could not believe their stamina but soon I was being fed cum once again, I did not complain instead I greedily swallowed every drop becore cleaning their softening cocks for them.
Exhausted I fell asleep, that night was just the beginning …….

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Hayley Strikes Back

As the scroll bar on the right shows, this is a long story. So if you don’t like long stories, please don’t read it and leave a comment saying it’s to long It is all about sex and relationships, but does take some time for the physical side. If that’s what you want scroll down about a third and find the section called “THE BUSINESS TRIP”.

Don The Degenerate Doorman: Apartment 4A The Yoga Wife

Don The Degenerate Doorman: Apartment 4A The Yoga Wife
By Rutger5 An Original Story (Copyright 2013)
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“Yes I’m expected. I have an appointment with Mrs. Barnett” the man standing before me announced in a loud and what I perceived to be a haughty tone.
“I’m sure you do sir but its building policy to first verify. Wait here and I’ll be right with you” I politely replied.
Before reaching for the phone I first finished filling in the boxes for my crossword puzzle answer while the man shifted impatiently. Only then did I pick up the receiver and punch the numbers into the phone. On the third ring it was answered and I heard a woman’s voice say hello.
“Yes Mrs. Barnett, this is Don in the lobby. Sorry to bother you. There is a gentleman with a pony tail down here who says he has an appointment with you. Certainly ma’am, I’ll send him right up. You’re very welcome and have a nice day” I said before hanging up.
“Sorry for the delay sir, you may now go up. You can take the elevator…” I began when he interrupted me.
“Yes, yes I know how to get there. Thank you for all your help” he snidely replied as he headed toward the elevator bank.
What a jerk I thought to myself as the door slid closed behind him. A little over an hour later and I was on duty at the front door after relieving Jose to allow him to get off his feet for a bit. Having seniority I didn’t need to do this but knowing how rough it was to be on your feet for hours without a break I usually did my best to accommodate my co-workers. It was because of thoughtful gestures like that I was popular with not only the building tenants but also my fellow building employees. When I noticed people in the lobby coming my way I smoothly held the door open as they passed outside onto Lexington Avenue.
“Good afternoon” I said while touching the brim of my cap.
Mrs. Barnett nodded in reply while her companion pointedly ignored me. The two of them turned and headed down the sidewalk in the direction of 77th Street. While I stood out in front of the building I could see the two of them were talking and more than once he lightly touched her upper arm while speaking to her. One didn’t have to be a genius to see the inappropriateness of the situation and I felt pity for her husband under the circumstances.
The worst part about it was all that Mr. Barnett had given up for her and now she was playing him for a fool. He’d been married to his first wife when he met the current Mrs. Barnett at the private equity firm where both had been employed. From what I understood she had pursued him aggressively, pulling out all the stops until he succumbed to her very considerable charms, which as a man I could understand. When a sexy and attractive woman half your age throws herself at you it must be quite the temptation.
He had to pay his first wife a sizable divorce settlement due to the fact they’d been married for over twenty years and had first met in college when he was almost penniless. The first Mrs. Barnett I recalled as a sweet but plain woman who’d been devastated at the time and as soon as the divorce was finalized had moved from the city back to her home state to be closer to her family.
Her younger replacement had than persuaded Mr. Barnett to totally redecorate the apartment from top to bottom which must have cost a pretty penny. She also managed to get a write up for their gala wedding in the prestigious style section of The New York Times, to feed her ego no doubt. Of course once they were married she quit her position at the firm now that her ambition of marrying a rich man had been accomplished and finagled herself into becoming a ‘lady who lunches’, as the society doyennes of Manhattan are known.
For the past two years she had devoted herself to charitable functions while of course finding the time to get her hair, nails, skin and other assorted body parts pampered on a regular basis. She’d also earned a degree in shopping 101 judging by the number of packages from expensive retailers like Bergdorf Goodman that building staff had toted up to her fourth floor apartment during this period. And now it seemed as if she’d gone beyond just being a spoiled trophy wife to being an adulterous one as well.
It was a few days later and I was again at the front desk when the same man arrived with a smug expression on his pretty boy face. This time he said nothing as I called the apartment before sending him up but even as the elevator door closed I’d decided on my course of action. It wasn’t a rash decision on my part for in truth I’d thought about it over the last couple of days. One of the benefits to my job was having the time to contemplate the meanings of life and the universe as well as less weighty subjects even while working.
First I waited around ten minutes to allow them time to get started. Then it was a simple matter for me to inform Jose I was going to take my scheduled break and to watch the desk as well as the front door for the next fifteen minutes. I took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked down the corridor until I reached the door I was seeking. Since the building was pre-war almost all the apartments had back doors that exited via the kitchens to allow for easier access to the trash chute.
At that moment I was standing by the back door to apartment 4A. Then after first looking around to make sure no one was in sight I removed a key from my pants pocket and slipped it into the lock and turned it. The door opened silently to reveal the apartment’s unlit kitchen and I wasted no time in stepping inside and closing the door behind me. As soon as I was in the kitchen I heard sounds of passion coming from beyond the confines of the room.
I first returned the key to my pocket before removing my smart phone and switching it to video mode. Next I crept to the door and crouched down low. It was the type that could swing in either direction so I pushed it a couple of inches out allowing me to spy into the sumptuous living room and I wasn’t disappointed with what I saw.
There around fifteen feet from me was the beautiful and naked Mrs. Barnett straddling the pony tail guy while she rode him. They were on a yoga mat which rested on top of the plush carpeting and his hands held her waist as she worked her trim body up and down his shaft. I was so caught up in admiring her sexy figure that for a moment I forgot to hit record though that oversight was soon corrected.
She looked incredible with her taut buttocks and toned thighs as they drove her body up and down. Her lustrous brown hair was cinched back in a pony tail and her fair skin had a light sheen of sweat from her exertions. From my angle I had a partial view of her shapely breast and facial profile which revealed her eyes were shut as she enjoyed herself.
Perhaps she was nearing climax, for as I watched her moans became louder and the speed of her movement increased. But at that moment the man cried out he was cumming and with a disappointed sounding groan she scrambled off him. His hand grabbed his member and jerked it a couple of times when it began shooting cum in the air.
It landed on her ass and leg as she hovered over him and after a few more strokes to coax out whatever remained he released his cock and sighed contentedly. She on the other hand appeared to be still wanting more for once he let go of his member Mrs. Barnett took hold of it and began to pump it to prevent him from going flaccid.
Having seen (and filmed) enough I decided it was best to get out before I could be discovered. Easing the door back into place I stopped recording and stood up. On my tiptoes I retraced my steps to the apartment’s back door and quietly exited to the hallway. After locking it back up I then headed to the elevator.
While riding down I had to chuckle while reflecting on what I’d observed and how turned on it had made me become. My own cock was like an iron rod in my pants and I actually thought about going to the restroom and taking matters in hand to relieve the pressure but I decided against it. Instead I’d let it deflate naturally and when I saw an opportunity to approach Mrs. Barnett I would act. Then when she was trapped between a rock and a rock hard cock I would receive the proper relief for my lust.
The next morning I was manning the front desk when Mrs. Barnett headed out but I was unable to speak to her as another tenant was occupying my full attention. Good fortune was with me later however for when she returned in the early afternoon the lobby was vacant so I caught her eye with a subtle glance.
“Yes hello Mrs. Barnett, I have a message for you” I said to her. As she came closer to the desk I continued speaking. “Well in fact the message is for your husband but perhaps you can pass it along since my shift is usually over before he returns.”
“Why certainly. What is it Don?” she replied looking self assured and on top of the world at that moment.
“Well its come to my attention that Mr. Barnett’s wife is being unfaithful to him and I wondered if he was aware” I stated with my face an expressionless mask.
My words certainly caught her off guard judging by the raft of emotions that her face reflected in the following seconds but she quickly regained her composure and gave me an icy stare.
“I don’t know what your game is but I hope you understand you’re treading on dangerous ground. All it takes is a word from me and you’ll be on the unemployment line…”
“Well Mrs. Barnett they say a picture is worth a thousand words. I’m curious about what a video is worth, this video in particular” I replied as I placed my phone on the desk before her while keeping my eyes trained on her face.
To say she looked shocked was an understatement and her hands actually grabbed the desk to steady herself. After taking some deep breaths her eyes met mine.
“Has my….you didn’t show this to my husband, did you?”
“So far – no. But why shouldn’t I? Believe it or not I like him and he’s always been good to me so I think he should know what goes on while he’s at work.”
“Please Don, don’t! It would hurt him so much to find out.”
“No doubt it would but you weren’t too worried before now. Maybe it has to do with you being afraid he’ll kick you to the curb if he finds out. Word was you had to sign an iron clad pre-nup before getting married. No doubt due to the conditions from when you two got together” I told her alluding to her past conduct.
“Fine, so that’s your game. How much do you want for the video?” she hissed.
“I’m shocked Mrs. Barnett, well maybe not considering the source. However I’m not looking for any money from you. We’re not all mercenary.”
“What then? What is it you want?” she asked.
Right after she spoke Mrs. Goldstein entered the lobby pushing a stroller and she came straight toward the front desk.
“My shift ends at three” I whispered “ I’ll come to your apartment then.”
With an imperceptible nod Mrs. Barnett then turned to go. She exchanged greetings with her fellow tenant before heading to the elevators.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Goldstein. Are you here to pick up your package?” I inquired with a broad smile on my face as I pocketed my phone before she had a chance to see it.
A couple of hours later found me changed from my uniform standing in front of the door to apartment 4A. When she answered I was surprised to see her wearing black yoga pants and a white t-back tank top but I’ll admit she looked hot in them. Without waiting for her permission I walked past her and headed for the living room leaving her to shut the door behind me. Before I reached it the smell of scented oil reached my nose, there was vanilla for certain and some other fragrance I couldn’t quite place. When I entered the room I saw the yoga mat on the floor which gave me a good idea. Turning I smiled as she followed me in but Mrs. Barnett didn’t appear to share my jovial mood.
“Okay Don, tell me what it is you want?”
“Well I’d like a drink for a start if you don’t mind.”
“Fine, I have vitamin water if that’s okay?”
“I was thinking more about a scotch and soda” I replied while sitting on the white leather couch and making myself comfortable.
She grimaced but without a word turned and walked to the far side of the room where a liquor cabinet was located. A couple of minutes later she approached with my drink in her hand. Taking it from her I patted the leather cushion next to me.
“I prefer to stand” she icily replied.
“No need to be hostile but suit yourself” I told her before taking a sip. “Not bad, cheers.”
“I’m glad you approve of my drink making skills, now what is it you want from me?”
After taking another sip I put the drink on the coffee table and looked up at her but seeing how she was getting upset I paused a moment before finally speaking.
“Well two things really Mrs. Barnett. Wait, since I’m not on duty I guess we can call this a social situation. You don’t mind if I call you Claire, do you?”
“At this point I suppose it doesn’t matter. Now please get on with it.”
“Right you are Claire. Like I said two things; one – if you don’t want Mr. Barnett to find out about your indiscretion then from now on don’t see this young yoga instructor fellow anymore. If you want to continue practicing yoga perhaps you could go to a public class or get a female instructor instead.”
“All right, I agree. But you said two things.”
“Yes I did” I replied before finishing my drink and standing. “Now since you were looking outside your marriage for physical intimacy that might lead one to assume that perhaps all is not well in that department. Well that or you’re just a slut.”
I had to laugh at her reaction to my words. It was clear that I pissed her off but under the circumstances what could she say. So instead she took a few breaths to calm herself before replying.
“Maybe things could be better, or I should say more frequent in that area. I know my husband works long hours and can be tired but I have needs as well.”
“No doubt you do Claire and I sympathize. Some might say it could be expected that when you marry a man twice your age he might not be able to keep up with you in that department. I guess that’s the price you pay when you marry for money. But like I said I do sympathize so I’ve come up with a way that makes everyone happy.”
She looked up at me as I said this and when my hand touched her cheek she almost jumped and I felt her tremble.
“Here’s the deal” I told her as my hand moved down her neck and from there to her shoulder. “You and I are going to become better acquainted, a lot better. That will make me happy for a start and therefore I’ll refrain from revealing your adultery to Mr. Barnett. Since they say ignorance is bliss he should be ecstatic. As far as you’re concerned your secret will remain one which should please you and I think you’ll also find that I’m quite capable of pleasing you in the physical sense as well.”
Her eyes met mine and I saw a flicker of indecision there but feeling sure of myself I acted. My hand wrapped around her shoulder as I leaned down and kissed her. For an instant she froze, then her lips parted as she returned my kiss. We continued to kiss and soon I felt her toned arms wrap around my waist as she pressed her lithe body against me. It felt great the way her body melted into mine and I could feel stirrings beginning below my waist. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth, tentatively at first but as she became comfortable it darted about exploring every inch.
By this time I was rubbing my bulging crotch against her covered mound and Claire was doing the same in return. My free hand palmed her firm buttocks and pushed them closer to me as I ground my hard bulge into her. I broke the kiss but only so that my lips could nuzzle her slender neck. She liked that for as soon as my mouth brushed her hot skin she let out a low moan and tightened her arms about my waist.
My mouth worked its way down to where her neck and shoulder joined at which time she had enough. Her arms released me but only so she could take hold of her tank top and pull it up and over her head. I had to stop kissing her neck while she removed it and once she had I saw Claire was wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts were much more than a handful and the reddish nipples stood defiantly erect.
In fact they appeared so tempting that I was unable to stop myself from leaning down and taking one into my mouth. My hand grabbed her soft flesh and squeezed it as my lips closed on the erect nipple and sucked on it. As soon as I did this Claire ran her perfectly manicured fingers through my dark hair. When my teeth clamped onto her nub she gasped with pleasure and pulled me even closer to her.
My mouth moved between her breasts, tasting one and then the other. Each was delicious and I wished I could suck on both at once though that was impossible. So instead I switched back and forth as my hand played with the soft flesh. While I did this Claire was moaning steadily as she became more aroused with each passing second.
Though I hadn’t yet had my fill of her succulent flesh for the moment I had a more pressing need to attend to. My cock had swelled in the restricted confines of my trousers and it had become quite uncomfortable for me in this position so I was forced to pull my mouth off her. After I did I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger before releasing it.
“Claire, why don’t you kneel on the yoga mat now. I have something for you” I told her with a lascivious leer.
She knew what I meant and wasted no time in getting herself into position. Quickly she knelt down while looking up at me with what can only be described as a wanton expression on her gorgeous face. For in spite of the coerced circumstances of our encounter it seemed Claire intended on enjoying herself to the fullest. Her eyes watched intently as I moved before her and when my hands unbuckled my belt she licked her full lips sensuously.
“Here, let me help you” she told me as she reached up and unfastened my pants.
Next she pulled down my zipper and my trousers and boxers soon followed. Claire let out a squeal when my hard cock sprang free and then it was my turn as her slim hand wrapped around my thick shaft. She stroked it a few times making it swell even more and causing me to wildly pump my hips in response.
“Ooh, you like that I see. I bet you’d like it even more if I were to kiss it” she said right before she put her words into action.
Claire leaned forward and brought her painted red lips to the tip of my cock and bestowed a kiss there. My gasp became a moan when her lips parted and swallowed my mushroom head and continued forward taking more of my turgid flesh. Her hand continued to pump my lower shaft as she sucked me and her tongue slithered across my burning flesh while she did.
My hand stroked her hair in encouragement of her continuing oral efforts and in reaction to that her eyes met mine. She built up a rapid rhythm where her hand and mouth worked in conjunction to pleasure my thick, hard tool when her other hand took hold of my full balls and squeezed them. With no warning I lost control and groaned loudly while thrusting deeper into her welcoming mouth.
She didn’t miss a beat and continued to caress the boys as they let loose with a torrent of hot, white cum which she managed to swallow as fast as I could ejaculate it. Even when no more came she kept sucking me for another minute as I began to soften. Finally she pulled her mouth off me but Claire still held my member in her hand. After first looking me in my eye she swirled her nimble tongue all around the sensitive head until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“No more Claire. But damn, you are a talented little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
That comment didn’t seem to bother her, in fact she then began to run her tongue down the length of the underside of my cock until she reached my ball sack.
“You can stop now but only because its time for your yoga lesson” I said to her with a wicked grin.
“Oh, are you going to teach me now Don?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“You bet your sweet, beautiful ass I am. Now assume the downward dog pose.”
I think I caught her by surprise with that but she wasted little time in scrambling into the pose I’d told her to. For those unfamiliar with it, just imagine a beautiful and fit woman wearing black yoga pants and nothing else with her feet planted on the mat while she’s bent at the waist with her torso pointed down and her palms pressed to the mat, like an upside down v. Well that was the incredible sight that was before me.
Placing my hand on the small of her back to steady her I delivered a few sharp smacks to Claire’s firm posterior before squatting behind her. My fingers slid under the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged them down until her thong clad full moon was revealed in all its glory to my eager eyes. My strong hands slid up the soft, smooth skin of her thighs while my lips kissed her succulent cheeks hungrily.
“Ooh Don, that tickles” she told me with a giggle.
“Yeah, well how about this” I said to her right before delivering another slap to her toned ass.
“I like that too” Claire saucily replied.
“Spread your legs a little wider” I ordered the adulterous wife and she obeyed instantly, shifting her left leg a couple of inches.
My hand grabbed the top part of her thong and pulled it up making the thin material slide between her plump pussy lips from the external pressure. My mouth kissed her through the fabric but I wanted, no needed much more. After one last tug I reversed course and pulled the thong down to her knees where it joined her bunched yoga pants.
Now with no barrier remaining between her pretty pussy and my mouth I extended my tongue until it touched her wet, pink flesh. Claire let out a groan and pushed her pelvis back with the intention of engulfing my tongue within but I thwarted her by bringing it back into my mouth. Instead I smothered her slit with multiple kisses while also reaching around her leg until my index finger made contact with her erect clitoris.
“Oh God! That feels so good Don. Play with me please!”
For an answer my finger started to gently rub her there while I pushed my tongue into her juicy hole. My other hand dug into the flesh of her hip and guided her back and forth so my tongue slid in and out of her dripping cunt.
“Ooh yes, fuck me with your tongue Don! That’s it!” she exclaimed as my tongue probed her wet tunnel.
In spite of having cum just a little earlier I was becoming so turned on that my cock began to rise again. My face pressed into the flesh of her ass and legs as I forced my tongue to its limit in her tasty treat after which I started to rotate it in a circular motion. While doing this I continued to play with her clit with my finger when suddenly I felt Claire’s whole body stiffen.
“Yes!” she cried out as a copious amount of her juices flowed around my invading tongue as a powerful orgasm took her to the heights of pleasure.
After removing my tongue from her pink I delivered a final lick that ran the length of her pussy before standing. Taking hold of my cock I smacked it on her firm booty a few times to fully harden it right before guiding it to her sopping entrance.
“Yes Don, right there. Put that big, hard dick inside me and fuck me” I heard her plead.
“You mean like this” I told her as my cockhead penetrated her womanly folds for the first time.
Claire let out a loud moan as I pushed deeper into her pussy but she was so tight I was having trouble working my full length into her. I’m not sure if it was because the guys who came before me were, how can I delicately put this, were all undersized or it was due to her yoga exercise regimen, not that it mattered. All I knew was that her vaginal muscles were squeezing me like a velvet vise and it felt great. Taking hold of her hips with both hands I kept working deeper until with a final push my balls collided with her body.
“Damn Claire! You are so tight its incredible, what’s your secret?” I asked while pausing for a moment.
“Ooh, do you like it Don? Does it feel good? Because you haven’t felt anything yet” she replied and a second later I felt her muscles tighten on me to the point I was momentarily held helpless in her clenching pussy. “Maybe it’s the yoga with some kegel’s thrown in for good measure.”
“Whatever it is, all I know is you have a wonderful pussy Claire-bear” I said as I reached under her and roughly grabbed her swaying breast.
I’m not sure if it was my hand groping her or what I’d called her but whichever it was caused Claire to relax a little and loosen her vagina’s grip on my erection. Taking immediate advantage I pulled almost my full length out leaving just my swollen head in her but just as quickly I buried my bone again.
From that moment on I pounded Claire-bear’s sticky honey pot like I owned it for the next several minutes. In the position her body was in with her hands braced against the floor I could really go to town on her so I did. Then while watching as my thick cock slid in and out of her pink pussy I got an idea that caused me to smile. Since I hadn’t fully removed my pants but had just let them hang on my lower legs it was a simple matter to reach down and grab my cell phone from its holder on my belt.
While I continued to work deep in her I switched the phone to video mode and focused it on my thick shaft as it moved in and out and how her puffy pussy lips stretched to accommodate it, releasing it reluctantly as it pulled out before eagerly accepting its return. After around a minute I shut the phone off and put in in my shirt pocket allowing me to grab her hips with both hands.
If Claire thought I had been giving it my best effort she must have been surprised for now I really let loose. Our bodies collided to the sound of slapping flesh with each rapid thrust and my swinging balls hit her clit each time. By now her juices was running down her legs in tiny rivulets and my cock made a squishing sound as it probed her wet hole.
Around this time I looked down and noticed that the muscles in her thighs were trembling from the strain of holding the pose while being banged as hard as was happening. After a final deep thrust I pulled my cock from her then smacked her quivering ass with it.
“Claire-bear, next position is the cow pose. Assume it” I ordered in a stern voice and without a word she complied and as she did I removed my shoes and trousers.
Now most might be familiar with what’s called doggy style, where a woman is on her hands or elbows and knees and for all practical purposes that is what the cow pose is. So once Claire was in position I moved in front of her and guided my hard cock to her ready lips. She opened wide and my meat slid inside her hot mouth. She bobbed her head for a minute on me, sucking and licking my hard flesh enthusiastically.
Taking hold of her head with both hands I pushed my cock deeper until reaching the back of her mouth. Maybe it was the angle or perhaps the width of my cockhead but when I attempted to work it into her throat Claire gagged and coughed. Realizing it was not to be, at least at that moment, I pulled back until my cock was outside her mouth. Two quick steps and I was behind her where I squatted down with a foot on either side of her legs.
Gripping my shaft I brought it to her pink slit which I rubbed for a minute when Claire lifted a hand off the mat and reached back to pull me into her hungry cunt. She felt very hot and wet to me while at the same time being so soft and yielding. As I sank deep she let out a groan while pushing her hips all the way back until meeting my body and swallowing every hard inch inside her in the process.
“That’s it Claire-bear! Fuck me like that” I told her and she wasted little time in doing so.
She rocked back and forth and as that happened my hand spanked her ass lightly in time to her movement. As time went on I moved my hands onto her shoulders which allowed me to speed her body by pulling it back to me. Finally I began thrusting forward to meet her but I couldn’t do it for too long in that position with the strain on my legs. Claire might practice yoga and be as flexible as a crooked politician but I wasn’t quite that limber.
“Okay, time for one more pose before today’s lesson concludes Claire-bear.”
“What’s the matter with this one Don, I like it” she protested.
“The pose should never be harder for the instructor than the student is why” I told her as I drove deep in her sweet honey pot.
“I like when its hard for the student, the instructor being hard I mean” she naughtily replied.
“Doesn’t matter either way, now assume the sunbird pose. It will be a perfect finishing move” I said right before pulling out and then kneeling behind her.
There was no way she could have gotten into proper position if I had stayed where I was. Once I had moved out of the way Claire had the opportunity to raise and extend her left leg while keeping her hands and other leg on the mat. Seeing her like that I had to pause a minute to admire her technique and form before again entering her womanly gates. Her pussy looked so tempting to me, all wet and swollen and the lips gaped slightly open from having been filled a minute ago.
Before they had a chance to close I again brought my hard member to her hole and worked the mushroom head in. By this time she easily accepted my full length and it slid in until my balls brushed against her. My left arm encircled her raised leg to keep it in position and once I did my hips began to pump forward and back.
Because of her body position I was able to angle my thrusts in an upward direction while I placed my right hand on the mat behind me for support. Claire was again using her yoga trained muscles to put the big squeeze on me and I tried everything I could to not cum too quickly. My defenses crumbled however when in spite of the position she was in Claire managed to reach between her legs with her right hand and take hold of my balls and caress them.
As happened before when she was blowing me her magic fingers on my cojones proved too much for me to overcome. With a gasp I drove my cock to its limit in her as it began to spew rich, creamy cum deep inside her.
“Don, are you cumming in me?” she asked with concern clearly evident in her voice.
“Yes I am” I grunted in reply as I painted her vagina white “but don’t worry. I was fixed years ago so you have nothing to worry about.”
“Really, how interesting. So no matter what time of month you are good to go. I must remember that and now I know another reason you‘re so popular with the ladies” she said as she lowered her leg back down to the mat.
With one final smack to her ass I pulled my very satisfied cock out of her. Without being asked she spun her body around and after first taking hold of it she then sucked it for a minute before releasing it. While I dressed she remained kneeling and gazed at me like she wanted to say something and right before I finished she did.
“I have to admit Don that I’ve heard stories about you before or I should say I’ve heard a whisper in the elevator here or two women giggling in the lobby as they looked your way there. If I’d known that what I was looking for was here the whole time then I wouldn’t have had to go so far afield in search of a little relief.”
“Well remember Claire that discretion is the word and let’s not forget that this is a classy building. We have a reputation to maintain, you know” I told her as I zipped up. “So if you need a yoga lesson on occasion then maybe I’m your man, but only on the sly. As I told you earlier I do like your husband so we can’t be discovered. Come to my apartment instead.”
Epilog
The next Monday was my day off yet there I was in 4A when the doorbell rang. Claire-bear smiled at me as she rose from her yoga mat to go answer the door while I stepped into the kitchen as we’d previously agreed upon. The sound of footsteps and voices came to me as I waited for the pre-arranged signal from Claire. In anticipation of what was about to happen I was as hard as a rock when I heard her say it.
“No Evan, I’m sorry but I don’t require your services any more. I’ve found a new and better instructor.”
No sooner had she uttered these words than I burst into the room resplendently clad in my yoga garb including a red motivational headband adorning my head. His jaw dropped when he recognized me and he began to sputter incoherently while waving his arms about impotently.
“Triangle pose Claire” I ordered her and without another glance in his direction the upper east side wife moved into a perfect pose.
As she stood there bent at the waist with her torso twisted to the side with one arm pointed up and the other down I stood to the side of her. My hands pushed down my yoga pants to reveal my upward cock pose and I next brought it to her mouth. Claire opened wide and ran her tongue along me when I slid it between her lips into her warm mouth. I heard Evan whimper pitiably when I pulled my hard cock, now wet with her saliva, from her mouth and move behind her. It took only a few seconds to yank down her pants and she was already wet and ready to go.
Claire’s moan as I filled her was music to my ear and her vise like pussy was heaven to my sense of touch as it clamped on my cock. My hand reached out and closed on her soft breast while the other sought out the button between her sleek thighs and pressed it. Now that we were in position I started to slide in and out of her clenching pussy while my hands continued to stimulate her erogenous zones. We had been going at it for some time when hearing something I turned in the direction where Evan had stood. It seemed that after watching Claire’s lesson for a while he had slunk away with his tail between his legs ceding the field to me.
“Hey Claire-bear, looks like Evan couldn’t bear to watch you have a good time without him.”
“Good riddance. I can’t believe I wasted my time with him. He was okay but nothing like you Don.”
“Few are but you know how life goes. Yoga win some and yoga lose some” I answered philosophically while continuing to fill her gap.
THE END
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An Edited Life, Part 3

The steel posture collar chilled my neck and my belly raged hot as I kneeled on Andre Gregory’s living room floor.
He clasped the collar’s other two locks before circling around me, his eyes taking me in, my body bare except for the collar he’d just closed around my neck and locked.
I’d read about things like this. While such stories intrigued me, I’d never imagined myself in such a position; being bold enough to yield control to another human being, to subject myself to their dominance, their desires.
Andre turned his back to me again, his hand disappearing into the box, this time drawing from it four smaller metal rings whose designs matched that of the collar I wore.
“Hold out your hands,” he said, and I complied, reaching in front of me as he attached the cuffs to my wrist and locked them, one at a time.
“Stand,” he said, “and put your feet on the coffee table, in turn.
I did as I was told, rising from the floor and putting my left foot on the table long enough for him to cuff and lock my ankle, before doing the same with my right foot.
Twenty-four hours ago, Andre and I were at work together, toiling through another day of information among a half year’s worth of days filled with information, information and even more information.
Slightly more than twelve hours ago, he picked me up at Escape, bought me a drink and danced with me before bringing me to his home and fucking me thrice.
And now stood before him, naked, collared, cuffed, my pussy bare and my confidence and self-control having abandoned me, shifting on my feet as I awaited his next words or actions.
“Return to your knees, please,” Andre said calmly.
I sank back to the rug, my feet butt resting against my heels, my thighs in a “V” and my hands resting on them as my back and neck remained straight.
“Perfect,” he said, “Absolutely perfect.”
The emotions that flowed through me are difficult to describe. After six months without a social life, there was pride, even relief, in once again being the object of a man’s desire, his lust. With the yielding of control came uncertainty and nervousness. And the thought of walking into the office Monday left me horrified over the embarrassment I knew I’d feel.
Andre reached beneath my face, curling his forefinger beneath my chin and lifting, and I knew he wanted me to stand again. He led me to the sofa’s back and bent me over it, just as he had the night before, only this time he pulled my wrists behind me. I heard a couple of snaps and realized my cuffs had been clasped together, and then with two more snaps I found my ankles locked to each another.
I stood still in the silence, bent over the sofa’s back, my tits dangling from my frame with my wrists and ankles locked together, leaving me completely at Andre’s whims.
A squeal exploded from me when Andre spanked me forcefully. God it hurt.
“To whom do you belong, Gabi?” Andre said.
The question was just unexpected enough that my hesitation brought another brutal slap to my ass, and I whimpered as the pain brought tears to my eyes.
“I’m yours, Andre, yours,” I muttered.
“What did you call me?” he asked before spanking me again, this time hard enough to make me lurch forward over the sofa to the point that my feet came off the floor.
“Master!” I shrieked, hoping for the sake of my burning ass that I’d gotten it right.
Andre said nothing, and the next sensation I felt was of his fingertip smearing something cold and slick onto my rose, before sliding his finger through it and spreading the cool jelly inside me.
“Oh God, there’s no way I could …” I began to object, only to be cutoff in midsentence.
“You can and you will,” said Andre.
He removed his finger from my ass and pulled me open, teasing my back door with his thick, spongy head before pressing forward and filling my rump.
I thrashed against the couch, my colon searing as he inched further and further into me.
Somehow, I managed not to scream.
It took away my breath when Andre pulled back and pushed into me again, and I squealed, “Please! Please! Please!” as he sodomized my helpless body.
“You’ll thank me for this later,” he said, as he rocked behind me, my ass agonizing as his motion stretched it.
What was to happen later? How is having my boss’s fat black dick in my ass going to help me later?
He continued to take me in the most intimate way I could imagine and I tried not to hyperventilate or pass out from the pain.
Andre’s hands stayed on my hips as he thrust hard into me, and my breasts danced wildly as they hanged from my chest, bouncing out of control each time his pelvis slapped my buns.
The relief I felt when he pulled out of me was all too brief.
Andre unclasped my ankle’s cuffs and guided me around the sofa before releasing my arms from behind my back. He put me on the couch’s cushions, on my back, and then connected each wrist to its corresponding ankle before crawling between my legs and returning his prick to my ass.
I felt possessed, owned. I was being objectified and used, and it suddenly seemed like a respected co-worker saw me as nothing as an instrument of pleasure.
Immediately after sliding back into my pucker, Andre started fucking me harder than he had any of the three times he’d taken my pussy. It was painful and humiliating, and I was helpless to do anything about it.
And it excited me.
Even in college, when everyone experiments with their sexuality, I’d never felt as much a slut as I did with my wrists and ankles locked together and my boss’s dick pounding my ass.
“I’m such a fucking whore,” I gasped, almost out of breath.
“Yes you are,” Andre chuckled, “And you’re my whore.”
Again and again he planted his shaft deep inside my colon, and the pain eventually gave way to a numbness I’d never before felt. Without warning, my pussy gushed against his pelvis and he laughed aloud as he said, “You are such a natural slave.”
A hot flash erupted within me as the word “slave” raked against my soul, but I had little time to process what Andre had said to me before Andre filled my ass with spunk, a sensation I’d never before experienced.
He held still as he came and we looked at each other, his satisfaction made obvious by the expression on his face.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing to me?” I said as his jizz began to leak from my rump.
“Claiming you, enslaving you, making everything about you mine, Gabi,” he said, still holding himself deep in my jelly-like ass.
For whatever reason, the first thing that hit me was the irony of the beginning of Andre’s capture of me taking place at Escape, literally moments before I would have escaped from what had otherwise been an utterly boring and useless evening.
“Can we really do this?” I asked, hoping he understood the concerns that were so obvious to me.
“Given what’s happened during the last fifteen or sixteen hours, it seems as if we’ve done it,” he retorted.
Andre unclasped my cuffs before withdrawing from me, and then pulled me atop him as he lay on the sofa, placing his hand at the back of my head, pulling my face to his and giving me what felt like an almost loving kiss.
“We’re going out tonight, and it’s likely to be different than anything you’ve experienced,” said Andre, after taking his lips from mine.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering just how much more different from my past life experience the weekend could become than what it already had.
“I’ll not tell you ahead of time,” he said. “Just trust me.”
It was at that point that I did something that, in retrospect, surprised even me.
“Yes, my Master,” I replied, causing Andre to purr happily.
Master? Really? Had my existence at The Meadows grown so dull, so mundane that the man who had been my superior at work – even a friend – could, with seemingly damned little effort, turn me into his fucktoy?
“We should get some sleep,” Andre said. “It’s going to be a long night.”
We rose from the couch and walked down the hall to his bedroom, nuzzling one another as we dozed off in his bed, my slumber only slightly delayed as I wondered what the evening would bring.
As had been the case when I’d awoken in the morning, Andre was already out of bed. I’d been out for a couple of hours, and with my awakening came the scent of food, grilled food.
I found Andre on the deck, dressed and manipulating steaks on his grill, he turned and smiled at me as I stepped onto the deck from the French doors, purring, “Good evening, my pet.”
“Need help with anything?” I asked, only to immediately realize that there was little appeal in preparing food naked.
“Not at all,” he said. “I’ve got everything under control.”
“Even me,” I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Even you,” he quickly added.
It didn’t take long before dinner was ready. I’m not sure how I’d missed it, but hours before Andre had placed a couple of potatoes in his slow cooker so that they’d be ready for dinner.
We returned to the table where we’d had lunch, eating ribeyes, the potatoes and a selection of fruit slices that includes apples, bananas and oranges, along with whole grapes and strawberries.
We made small talk as we dined, but I knew better than to ask about the evening’s plans, having already been told they wouldn’t be revealed in advance. I was, however, hopeful that I’d be allowed to wash off the remnants of the day’s repeated fucking before we did whatever it was Andre had planned.
Once dinner was finished, we cleared the table, taking the dishes to the kitchen, washing and drying them before putting them away.
“I’m going to remove your collar and cuffs so you can bathe,” Andre said to me. “Take your time, relax, enjoy the spa.”
I followed Andre to his bedroom where he unlocked and removed the collar and each of the four cuffs. Even after having had them on but a few hours, my neck, wrists and ankles felt as bare as my pussy had right after I’d shaved it at Andre’s insistence.
It seemed to take forever for the tub to fill, but it eventually did. Steam rose from the water’s surface, and I turned on the spa’s jets, circulating the vessel’s liquid before happily emerging myself in its wet warmth.
The bath felt wonderful.
There are times one doesn’t realize how much they ache till they relax. The pulsating water massaged me, relaxed me, put me at ease. And then, just as I might have otherwise drifted off to sleep, I began to wash myself, slowly, thoroughly, wanting to be clean for my Master.
It was with regret that I eventually pulled myself from the tub and began to dry myself with a towel, drying and styling my hair and applying the makeup Andre so graciously brought from my apartment before walking into his bedroom again.
Lying on his bed were some of my clothes, but the white satin corset and its matching thong, along with white thigh-highs and heeled sandals weren’t exactly what I’d imagined I’d be wearing out.
Knowing better than to ask, I began to put them on. Andre eventually entered the room and cinched the corset tight and tied it before putting my collar and cuffs back on and locking them.
He motioned for me to follow him, and we walked down the hall, through his living room and into his garage, getting into his Wrangler and pulling out of his driveway with the night sky above us.
Andre drove to a more expensive neighborhood within The Meadows, the place where Alan Mercer – The Meadow’s founder and the man who recruited me – lived. I was horrified when Andre pulled up to the gate outside Alan’s home, announced himself into the speaker and the gate slid open, allowing us entry.
There were several other cars on driveway that arched in front of Alan’s home, and I began to feel sick, realizing that I was going to be paraded into the house by Andre Gregory, collared and cuffed, wearing a corset, thong, thigh-highs and heeled sandals before Alan and God knows who else.
Andre parked and motioned for me to wait for him. He walked around the Wrangler and opened my door, reaching into his pocket and producing a leash which he attached to my posture collar, and then he led me to Alan’s front door.
The door opened as we walked up the steps toward it.
“Good evening, Andre, and … Gabi?” said Alan, causing me to freeze in my tracks, the leash Andre held stretching as he continued to walk.
“This is quite a surprise,” Alan continued, “one we’re all sure to enjoy.”
We entered the house and followed Alan to his basement where we were met by about ten men, all of whom I recognized as the elite of The Meadows, a banker, a couple of lawyers, a judge, among others, and they all began to whoop and holler as Andre led me into the middle of the room.
Embarrassed and humiliated, I looked around to see them all smiling back at me. The sickness in the pit of my stomach that I’d felt since Andre turned the Wrangler toward Alan’s gate grew tenfold as I stood in a room with a dozen men, all of whom knew me professionally.
At this point, I realized that the likely best scenario is that Alan and the other ten men would watch Andre fuck me senseless as he’d been doing since last night, but that an even more dreadful image was of the dozen of them gangbanging me for hours on end, my body already uncomfortable from what it had endured from Andre.
“Is everyone ready?” Alan asked, prompting another round of joyful shouts.
Alan walked toward a door, and I had no choice but to move with Andre as he held the leash and followed Alan, with everyone else trailing me.
Alan opened the door, reached inside it and turned on a light, and then Andre and I were but steps behind him after he entered.
The room’s contents left me aghast.
“Your choice, Andre,” Alan said, prompting Andre to guide me to something near the room’s center.
Next to us stood a pair of stainless steel poles with a mat between them. Each pole had identical loops spaced about three inches apart running their lengths.
Andre detached the leash from my collar before unsnapping the garters that connected my thigh-highs to my corset, and then he slipped his thumbs into my thong’s sides and pulled it down my legs.
Alan handed Andre a bar with clasps on each end, and Andre knelt before me and pulled my ankles apart, affixing each of the clasps to either of my ankle cuffs, forcing my legs to remain open. He then slid a stand to my pelvis, bending me over its leather-clad padded top, and then he chained my wrists to the steel poles on either side of me, before using two more chains to attach the sides of my collar to each of my wrists.
The position was similar to having been placed in a stockade.
The dozen men were behind me, and the posture collar and meticulous chaining prevented me from turning my head to see what was happening.
So I stood there, still, helpless and expecting the worst.
Several silent moments passed before I heard several men smirk behind me. The sensations I felt next were ones that I’d become increasing familiar with since last night.
Andre grabbed me from behind and in one swift, brutal motion he shoved himself deep inside me, causing me to jerk forward and emit a raw, throaty groan as he sank into my snatch.
The chains began to rattle as he fucked me, and I stood there, leaning over the padded pedestal, chained to the poles on either side of me, presented for his use.
“Look at that slut take that thing,” someone smirked from behind me.
My heart pounded in my chest as I raged with embarrassment. A day ago, I’d left my office a respected professional among these people, or at least I thought I had. Now, every single one of these men viewed me as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
“Who owns this pussy?” Andre growled.
“You do, Master,” I breathlessly panted, prompting chuckles from some of the other men.
Gazing at the floor, I noticed a pair of feet in front of me. Andre grabbed a handful of my hair and raised my head till my lips were even with the head of an erect cock. My eyes glanced upward to see Alan Mercer’s face, and another wave of heat resonated through me.
My lips parted for Alan’s dick, and he filled my mouth with it. Alan wasn’t nearly as challenging to accommodate as Andre had been earlier in the day, but few men would be.
As the man whose signature was on every paycheck I’d received for the past six months began to use my mouth, Andre’s vicious thrusts continued to rattle my crotch, and the other ten men watched as I was abused at both ends.
It took but a few minutes before Alan’s warm goo was sliding down my throat and oozing from the corners of my mouth. His pelvis shook against my face as he unloaded, all the while Andre still relentlessly stabbing my pussy with his enormous black shaft, driving me wild.
I hadn’t even caught my breath before another dick was at my lips, and I obediently began to suckle it, just as I had Alan’s.
Andre’s release was just like all his others had been; hot, massive, filling. Again, he stayed completely in me as his cock spit the contents of his balls into my womb, and I felt marked, possessed.
His pussy.
Andre had barely exited me before another, noticeably smaller prick had taken its place in my gaped, seeded slit and began to slide back and forth amidst my cum-soaked walls.
And that’s how the night continued. For the next several hours, my pussy, ass and mouth absorbed the same twelve cocks time and time again, leaving me numb, raw, filled and covered in cum. I was broken, degraded, used. My athletic frame had been pushed to its limits and then some, and I was left a quivering mess, my mind nothing but a void.
I’d not even noticed that the fucking had stopped and that I’d been unchained from the poles till my body was against Andre’s and he was holding me to support me. I was aware enough to blush when the men applauded as I staggered on weak legs, leaning against Andre as we exited the room, went up the stairs and left Alan’s home.
Andre opened the door on my side of his Wrangler and helped me into the seat, and I groaned weakly when pain racked through me as I sat. It was only then that I noticed that Andre hadn’t even bothered to put my thong back on me, and that it probably didn’t even matter.
After closing my door, Andre entered the vehicle’s other side, drove around the arched driveway, stopping only long enough for the gate to open, before turning onto the street and heading home. My eyes closed and I drifted off during the few minutes’ journey back to Andre’s house.
My next recollection was of Andre lifting me from the seat and carrying me into his home, through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed, removing my shoes, stockings and corset. I hurt all over and was barely connected to reality as he undressed me.
“How often … am I gonna … have to do … that?” I said in little more than a whisper.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Andre replied. “But I know they absolutely adored you.”
Slowly, I curled into a ball on Andre’s bed and closed my eyes.
“Get some sleep, pet,” my Master said. “The weekend’s only half over.”

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Trafficked Love Ch. 10

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

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