Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Mandy,” Stuart commanded, “take the strap-on off Sharon and put it on Melissa. She’s going to fuck your ass while I fuck hers.”
Sharon slowly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling achingly empty. I whimpered at the loss, my body trembling as I remained bent over the table. I heard Mandy’s soft footsteps as she approached, and then her trembling hands were on me, fastening the harness around my hips.
The weight of the dildo felt alien and thrilling as it jutted out from my body. Mandy’s fingers brushed against my skin as she adjusted the straps, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the contact. When she finished, she stepped back, awaiting further instructions.
Stuart moved behind me, his hands running down my sides. I shivered at his touch, acutely aware of how exposed and vulnerable I was. “Bend Mandy over in front of my colleagues,” he murmured in my ear. “Show me you’ve learned how to take charge when needed.”
With shaky legs, I straightened up and turned to Mandy. Her eyes were wide, a mix of apprehension and excitement in her gaze. I swallowed hard, trying to channel some of the confidence I’d felt earlier.
“Kneel in front of Bradley,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Now.”
Mandy complied immediately, turning toward the group of executives and falling to her knees. She bent over, onto her hands and knees, and presented her still-red bottom to me. I moved behind her, my hands trembling as I grasped her hips. I could smell her arousal, and it made my head spin.
Just as I was about to push inside Mandy, I felt Stuart’s hands on my hips. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in close. “Remember,” he whispered, “you’re in charge of Mandy, but I’m in charge of you. You fuck her bottom how I tell you to.”
CHAPTER 25
Stuart
My blood sang in my veins as I surveyed the tableau of corporate debauchery in front of me. I savored each element of the taboo sight, my cock, jutting out from my fly, seeming to thrum so intensely with anticipation I could practically hear it.
Melissa knelt behind Mandy, the strap-on jutting proudly from between her thighs. Mandy was on all fours, her punished bottom raised invitingly. The other executives—Bradley, John, and Victor—sat in a semi-circle, their eyes gleaming with barely contained lust and their own fine, upstanding manhoods in their hands.
“Gentlemen,” I said, my voice low and commanding, “I believe it’s time we fully initiate Miss Mitropoulos into the Selecta way of doing things. Mandy, I want you to show our rising star how to properly service her superiors.”
Mandy nodded eagerly, lifting her head toward the seated men. With an ease so practiced that I heard Melissa whimper in obvious response, the young secretary reached for the executive cocks in front of her. She began to stroke Bradley’s hardness to her left, and John’s to her right, while at the same time she extended her tongue to lick Victor’s reverently. I watched approvingly as she turned to the left and right to give a respectful kiss to the cocks there before she took Victor’s sizable length all the way into her mouth, then began to bob her head enthusiastically.
“Melissa,” I commanded, adjusting the angle of her hips a bit, “start fucking Mandy’s ass. Straddle her, the way a man would do to go as deep as he wanted. Ride her nice and slow to begin with.”
Melissa hesitated for just a moment. She cast a glance at me over her shoulder, her cheeks adorably red and her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes said, Do I have to?
I tilted my head forward, raising my eyebrows a bit. Yes, you have to, or your ass is going to get a lot more of the punishment that already brought you to screaming submission.
Melissa’s mouth twisted sweetly to the side, her brow deeply furrowed in apprehension, humiliation—and obvious need. She turned around and grasped Mandy’s mobile hips to keep them in place for her thrust. She positioned the tip of the dildo at the tiny entrance, and slowly pushed the strap-on inside Mandy’s red, punished bottom. Mandy moaned around Bradley’s cock, the forbidden fullness clearly both pleasurable and painful judging by her sharp intake of breath.
I lined myself up with Melissa’s own tight asshole, still slick from Sharon’s earlier attention. With a firm, steady pressure, I pushed inside, reveling in the tight heat enveloping me. Melissa gasped, her body tensing around me.
“That’s it,” I murmured, running my hands along her sides soothingly. “Take it all, like a good girl.”
As I began to thrust, I set the pace for Melissa’s movements into Mandy. The room filled with the sounds of our collective pleasure—wet slaps of flesh on flesh, muffled moans, and heavy breathing.
Sharon stood to the side, her eyes dark with arousal as she watched the scene unfold. At some point she had fetched a powerful wand vibrator from the nearby cabinet. She switched it on with a low hum, and brought it to her clit. She grunted and moaned, her face twisting with the evidently sharp, sudden pleasure. The sight of it, of a proudly powerful, dominant woman pleasuring herself, only added to the intoxicating atmosphere.