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)
Tears of humiliation and desperate need streamed down my face as I finally managed to form words. “Th-thank you,” I sobbed, my voice breaking as Stuart continued to fuck me mercilessly. “Thank you for… for your praise and interest. I’m… oh, god… I’m so grateful for the opportunity.”
I heard chuckles from the men watching, and my face burned even hotter. I was acutely aware of how I must look—bent over, impaled on Stuart’s cock, fucking Mandy’s ass with a strap-on. The thought sent another wave of confused need through me.
“Very good,” Stuart murmured approvingly. “Now, I think it’s time we wrap this up. Melissa, make Mandy come. Then, and only then, you have permission to orgasm.”
I nodded frantically, beyond words at this point. I focused on Mandy, still trembling beneath me, her face glistening with the executives’ release. I angled my hips, trying to hit that spot inside her that I knew would drive her wild. My efforts were rewarded with a high-pitched keening sound from Mandy.
“That’s it,” I panted, finding my voice again. “Come for me, Mandy. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
My words seemed to push Mandy over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her. The sight and feel of Mandy’s climax, combined with Stuart’s relentless thrusting in my most intimate place, finally pushed me over the edge. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. My vision went white, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, each one seeming impossibly stronger than the last. I was vaguely aware of Mandy shuddering beneath me, caught in the throes of another climax. Stuart’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own release.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm began to subside, I became aware of movement around us. Through bleary eyes, I saw Bradley, John, and Victor rising from their seats, adjusting their clothing. They looked immensely satisfied, their eyes roaming over the debauched tableau before them.
“Stuart,” Bradley said, his voice warm with approval, “I must say, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time. Miss Mitropoulos is a remarkable find.”
John nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Such a promising, brilliant young whore for your team. I look forward to seeing how she develops under your guidance.”
Victor chuckled, his gaze lingering on my trembling form. “A natural submissive with just the right touch of sass. You’ll have your hands full with this one, Stuart.”
Their words sent a confusing mix of pride and humiliation coursing through me. I felt my cheeks burn even hotter, if that was possible, as I realized how thoroughly I had debased myself in front of these powerful men. And yet, a part of me preened under their praise, desperate for their approval.
Stuart’s voice rumbled behind me, thick with his impending climax. “Thank you, gentlemen. I assure you, Melissa’s potential will be fully realized here at Selecta.”
As the executives filed out of the room, murmuring their final compliments, I felt Stuart’s thrusts become more urgent. His fingers dug into my hips, sure to leave bruises. With a guttural groan, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped as I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.
For a moment, we all remained frozen in our positions—Stuart buried in my ass, me still inside Mandy. Then, slowly, carefully, Stuart withdrew. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. As I started to straighten up, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Sharon stood beside me, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had put herself to rights at some point, and she looked the picture of straitlaced corporate competence. My eyes went wide with apprehension at what she might do, but without a word, she pulled me up and into a searing kiss. Her tongue searched my mouth as I moaned at her dominance. Her hand gripped my right bottom cheek, reminding me of my punishment, and I cried out as tears sprang to my eyes.
Sharon broke the kiss, leaving me breathless and trembling. My lips tingled from the pressure of hers, and I could still taste her on my tongue. She turned to Stuart, her hand lingering possessively on my shoulder.
“Stuart,” she said, her voice rich with satisfaction, “I’m truly impressed. You’ve found quite the gem in Melissa here.” Her fingers traced a line down my arm, sending shivers through my body. “It’s refreshing to see someone who can bring such fresh perspectives to the team, while still understanding her place in the hierarchy.”