A Year With Monica

Monica’s Story
by Jason Fleming

Contents

Chapter 1: It Begins

Chapter 2: Eight Months Earlier

Chapter 3: A Meeting With Mr Chung

Chapter 4 : A Day In The Office

Chapter 4: Monica's Internet Show

Chapter 5: Amanda

Chapter 6 : Monica Goes Shopping

Chapter 7 : Show Time!

Chapter 8 : Alice

Chapter 9 : Another Day In The Office

Chapter 10 : The Hardware Store

Chapter 11 : The Duncan Dental Group

Chapter 12 : Another Internet Show

Chapter 13: Introducing Mr and Mrs Moore

Chapter 14 : Yet Another Day In The Office

Chapter 15 : Alice's Lover

Chapter 16 : At The Restaurant

Chapter 17 : Punishment

Chapter 18 : Monica Goes To Bed

Chapter 19 : Monica Gets Embarrassed

Chapter 20 : Mr Moore Returns For More

Chapter 21 :  She Selects Her Men

Chapter 22 : Returning To The Dentist

Chapter 23 : Katie – It’s Time

Chapter 24: Monica's Birthday

Chapter 25: The Morning After The Christmas Party

Chapter 26: Just Another Sex Scene

Chapter 27: Monica Works Out

Chapter 28: A Weekend Away

Chapter 29: Tracy Works Late

Chapter 30 : At The Warehouse

Chapter 31: Monica’s New Contract

Chapter 32 : The Degrading Spiral

Chapter 33 : Candy, Candy, Candy I Can't Let You Go

Chapter 34: Fetch

Chapter 35 : The New Arrival

Chapter 36 : Fighting For Attention

Chapter 37 : The Training Continues

Chapter 38 : The Company Picnic

Chapter 39 : Mr Chung's Country Manor

Chapter 40 : All Change

Chapter 41 : It Begins Again

Chapter 1: It Begins

Monica was gasping to each thrust, raising her ass to meet my pounding cock. Drunken members of staff came into the restroom, took their piss and watched us fuck before moving back to the office Christmas party. Tracy was next to me, kissing me and offering her tits to my hungry hands.

"Again, Tracy. Again." Tracy smiled and stepped over to the sink. She ran her hand lightly up Monica's naked back before resting on the back of her head.

"Here we go, my dumb little whore. Ready?"

Before Monica could even answer, Tracy pushed her head into the water filled sink, holding her down below the water line, pushing down hard, laughing out loud, looking at me still rutting ferociously into her cunt. After nearly 30 seconds Tracy looked casually at her watch. "Only ten seconds," she grinned. "Hang on Monica."

"You look beautiful today, Tracy," I managed to say. "Your tits look sensational in that dress." Tracy's low plunging, festive red dress had caught everyone's eye but the staff knew that she was mine, and respectively kept their hard-ons to themselves.

"And I can't wait to feel your hard cock between my tits." She looked at her watch. "Only fifteen seconds, Monica."

But Monica was beginning to struggle. Her body was tensing and her hands gripped tight onto the counter top. Tracy pushed harder down. I knew it had been at least a minute now. Guys were stopping longer to watch, enjoying their sadistic pleasure. My cock continued to slide into her well used cunt and I forced a finger into her butt hole, knowing she would be unable to gasp at the intrusion. Monica was thrashing around now, struggling against Tracy, her legs wobbled and she tried to collapse out of Tracy's grip but there was no escape. I had to move deftly to keep my cock inserted.

"Enough," I said.

"OK," replied Tracey, pausing for a second or two to collect her thoughts. "Tell me Mr Fleming - will you be fucking me in front of the staff this year?"

Monica convulsed and twisted, punching her hands onto the counter top, trying to raise herself, panic setting in.

"Yes. That's what you want, isn't it?" I casually replied.

"Yes. I know Simmonds in particular enjoys seeing me getting off on your cock."

"Candice, too."

"Yes. That girl just needs to get her pussy eaten out more often."

And with that she let go of Monica and came over to kiss me and allow me to enjoy her full tits once more. "I want your dick so bad," she whispered into my ear, and reached down to touch me, gently encircling her thumb and forefinger around my still thrusting cock. I stroked her red hair and kissed her lips back. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, my gorgeous, sexy Tracy.”

Monica lifted her head up and gulped in the life giving of air, her lungs heaving and coughing at the same time, but somehow controlling herself enough to keep her ass pushing back onto me. Tracy ignored her, and continued to French kiss and rub her sexually charged body against me.

"Get ready bitch. You're going under in ten seconds."  And again, with no notice, Tracy moved over and with both hands pushed Monica's face down into the bowl of water, turning on the hot water tap to refill any lost splash water.

"How is its cunt tonight?" she asked.

"It's a whore's cunt, but, you know, it's not too bad for what it is." I continued my fucking, debating with myself if I should force myself into her much tighter ass.

"Save your come for me."

Monica was reaching behind her head and now trying to pull Tracy's hands off her head, and Tracy simply leaned her weight onto Monica, and continued her chat.

"Please. Give me your come. Don't waste it on slutty Monica. You are always fucking it, and you never fuck me enough."

Tracy pushed Monica's head down with more effort while the drowning girl's struggles grew more and more frantic.

"Five seconds, Monica," called out Tracy, grinning, her teeth now clenching with effort. "Another fifty five to go. Hey – did you see Candice waiting to get eaten out? She's making Tom masturbate in front of everybody while she waits in line! "

"God. I don't know what she sees in him."

"I think everyone thinks that. I just hope the marriage doesn’t go through. It’s only a month away.”

Monica was convulsing now, gurgling and beginning to kick.

I reached around to feel Monica's tits, now bouncing violently from her struggles.

"Keep your ass still, Monica. If my cock pops out of your cunt Tracy will hold you under for two minutes."

I am not sure she heard. Her instincts to survive were taking over and she was twisting and turning, pounding against Tracy, trying to lift her head up.

And then Tracy let go, pulling her hands away.

Monica stood up sharply, breathing heavily, gulping down air and looking scared, more scared than usual, and she slid off my cock. Tracy fondled Monica's tits and pinched her nipples, dropping one hand down to caress my raging erection.

"Looks like this slut doesn't want your cock tonight, Mr Fleming. Are you going to give me all of that delicious come now?" Tracy took her hand off Monica's tit and came over to kiss me passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her hand still teasing and pleasuring my cock.

Monica heaved in lungfuls of air, trying to control her panicked breathing, and didn't flinch or say a word as both Tracy and I slapped her face and tits hard.

"You have pulled yourself off my cock, Monica. You will be punished later for this." I slapped her again and enjoyed the tears welling in her eyes. “Can’t you ever think of anyone but yourself??”

“I am sorry, Mr Fleming…I didn’t mean to…”

“And don’t stand there with your fucking tits covered!”

“I am sorry Miss Tracy,” she gasped, sucking down more air, and then brushed her wet hair off her tits.

"I am sorry...I am so sorry Mr Fleming."

“You are a shit, dumb whore. What are you?”

“I am a shit, dumb whore, Miss Tracy.”

"Bend over the counter top, Monica,” ordered Tracy. “Legs straight. Now, everyone here is going to beat your ass until they are satisfied or get tired or bored. Then I want you to go back to your room and pretty yourself up. Meet me in Mr Fleming’s room in 30 minutes."

The five guys and two girls in the restroom who were watching me fuck her cheered and lined up. Monica began sobbing and leaned forwards over the sink again to present her work colleagues her ass. I tucked my still hard cock back into my trousers, took Tracy by the hand and left to the sounds of the painful thwack of hand on butt cheek and to Monica's pitiful cries. 

My law office for the past six years had hired the entire floor of the Hotel Monaco for our Christmas party, and the staff there had got to know us and turned a blind eye to our activities. A few trusted managers even joined in as welcome guests. There were nine rooms. Some couples liked to be alone, others mingled in the lobby by the elevators to hook up, three of the rooms were designated main party rooms, where open fucking and partner swapping was encouraged.  In one of them the main attraction this year was Miss Duncan, on all fours, taking cocks in her mouth and pussy or ass. Men were lining up behind and in front of her, waiting for their turn, cheering on their friends, videoing and taking snaps, laughing and enjoying Duncan's utter misery.

When I had looked in 20 minutes earlier I had seen Jimmy White pounding his cock into Duncan's ass, Stuart Paulson was forcing his cock into her throat and Simmonds had placed two candles under her hideously massive tits, the flame just three or four inches from her bouncing flesh. I noticed for the first time that  Dr Fraser had surgically enlarged her nipples too, making them look permanently engorged. Nice touch, I thought. Simmonds then cracked his belt down onto Duncan's back while his friends impaled her fucked up body onto their cocks. It looked to be a brutal, violent fuck, and one that had drawn a crowd of admiring revelers.

"Oh, yes," lied Duncan when Paulson briefly slipped out of her mouth. "You guys are fucking  me so good. So hard. I love it. I love your cocks."

Candice was also in the line to receive her mouth, while her stupid fiancé Tom sat down to watch her pleasure herself on the slutty dentist. She waited patiently for the pounding to stop, and for the mens’ come to be pumped into Duncan’s unwilling body, while Tom masturbated carefree in front of everyone to the debauchery in front of him.

I now led Tracy from Monica's bathroom torment back to my room, holding hands, stopping for Champagne, watching lovers, watching girls getting fucked, and men getting sucked. Twosomes, threesomes and foursomes, Always more girls then men, just had Candice had arranged through her very selective hiring. Inside our bedroom were around a dozen lovers, fucking, kissing, feeling and watching. The bed was unused. They all knew that was for me and Tracy. By the foot of the bed were two junior managers, Collins and Banks, holding down the new intern while a third - Henderson - had straddled her and was mercilessly fucking her, his cock ripping into her pussy. The other men were holding her shoulders to the floor and helping themselves to her young, firm tits. Her shirt had been ripped off and was in tatters next to her bra on the floor.

"Mr Fleming! Please help me!" Katie looked at me, her tear stained eyes pleading. "Get them off me - please!!"

"Katie - open your legs wider for him!" a girl called out.

"No. No. Ashley. I want him to stop! Please let me go! Mr Fleming, please..."

"Katie Moore! Nice to see you again. You said you always wanted to be in a threesome, didn’t you? It strikes me that you have been flirting with these guys all night, as I am sure all of these men will attest, and it was you that made the first move with Henderson here. Am I right, Mr Henderson? I think it’s fair to say that everyone here is enjoying watching you getting fucked. I would imagine your father would be so proud of you right now. Taking one for the team, so to speak. Or taking several for the team in your case. Perhaps if your mother was here she would want to join in! Now, arch your back and push your delicious little tits up for us to enjoy, and get those hips fucking back onto Henderson's cock."

"No, please," squirmed the girl. "Please. You can't do this!” She was interrupted by a cock, forcing itself into her mouth. Tracy stood behind me and reached around to rub the bugle in my trousers. I was an enjoyable and arousing scene, her pain and her assailant’s unstoppable force to fuck.

“Mr Henderson – don’t forget to enjoy her ass. It’s one of the tightest I have ever had.”

“Right, Mr Fleming. I won’t!”

Katie's distraught face gave way to inevitability, and she knew she was helpless and resigned herself to the assault from all three men. She raised her knees a little to allow Henderson deeper penetration, and slowly arched her back....

"Katie - enjoy this. Enjoy their cocks," soothed Tracy. "Remember how Mr Fleming taught you how to suck on cock, Katie. Henderson - tell her how you want it, and fuck her until you come inside her."

I grabbed Tracy and kissed her hard against the bedroom’s wall, pushing my hard cock against her, dry fucking her, kissing her neck, feeling her tits through her dress, and then slipping my hands underneath, to feel the smooth skin of her legs and ass. She lifted one leg up and hooked it around my waist, opening herself to me. Her hand dived down the front of my trousers and found my cock. She loved and pleasured my hard, hard shaft, kissing me deeper, pulling me tighter, her body aflame with sexual need.

I could hear Katie’s resistance behind me, exciting me even more. Her pleads, her sobs, her cries of anguish and then the base lust of the men, group fucking her, calling her names, abusing her, laughing at her plight, forcing their cocks into her tight, young body.

Waiting for our arrival was Candice and Tom. Her face was flush with lust, and I assumed Duncan’s cock hungry mouth had satisfied her. She had tied Tom's own neck tie around his ball sac and was leading him around again, this time asking women if they wanted to slap his erection. His cock protruded from his fly, open to assault. Ashley, Katie's friend, had held a lighter underneath it and was teasing him on whether or not she should heat up his cock. Candice said "Yes, do it," and she did, but kept the flame far enough away for Tom to just feel it, just enough to scare him. Candice tugged on the tie hard enough to let Tom know he mustn't move, and then the group of four girls all laughed when he pleaded with them to stop. More girls came over and began playing with his cock, some lovingly, others enjoying inflicting a little pain, gripping his cock hard, squeezing his balls, smacking it, flicking it. Tom was clearly not enjoying this, and he pleaded with Candice to make them stop. Candice just shook her head and teased her fingers over his length and encouraged her friends to continue with their cruel inflictions.

I took Tracy's hand and went over.

"So, Candice. This is what home life is going to be like?" I asked, smiling.

"You bet," she replied, and clipped on one of Monica’s large strap on cocks around her waist. She came over and kissed me, and let her hand wander over Tracy's breasts, cupping and loving them through her dress.

"Bend over the chair, Tom, and drop your trousers."

"Please, Honey, not in front of everyone."

"I will not ask you again, Tom," replied Candice, calmly.

The excitement grew from all of the watching girls as Tom slowly walked over to the upholstered chair, dropped his trousers and bent over forwards. Aside from a few people watching the continuing rape of Katie at the hands of Henderson, all eyes were now on the unfolding drama taking place between Tom's legs.

"C'mon, Candice - do him!"

"Fuck that wimp's butt!" called another.

Candice had now lubricated her cock and was standing directly behind him, her hands running over and soothing his ass cheeks.

"Deep breath, darling. In we go..."

Tom gritted his teeth and relaxed his butt as best he could. The ten inch, lipstick red, plastic clock began to slide into his bowels, filling him up like never before.

"That's very good, Darling," whispered his fiancé. "Nearly halfway in now."

More cheers from the crowd and a few phones were raised, recording and publishing.

Tom bent over as far as he could, trying to make his butt hole as big as possible, trying to make the cock's passage as easy as it could be.

"Three more inches. Does it hurt?"

"Yes....yes....it hurts real bad. Please hurry,"

"Tom, dear, that's one thing I won't be doing. I am going to fuck your ass for twenty minutes while we watch Tracy and Mr Fleming make sweet love on the bed. I know you want to fuck Monica's, don’t you? I just know it Tom. I see your eyes. I know what you want. I thought I’d show you what it’s like to get fucked in the ass, dear Tom. Now, brace yourself for the rest. Here it comes..."

Candice pushed her hips forward and sank the cock up to its hilt, and held it there. The onlookers all cheered and raised their champagne glasses. Tom clenched his fists and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Would you like me to fuck you now, Thomas darling?"

"Yes....yes....do it." He knew he had no choice. If he argued the whole process would take that much longer. Instead, he braced his body. Candice undid her top so her breasts were exposed (to more cheering) and began to withdraw the plastic cock from Tom's clenching anal tract to begin his fuck. I think all of the watching men, me included, instinctively squeezed their buttocks together as they saw Candice begin to rock back and forth the ten inch cock deep into Tom's ass hole.

"Take it, Tom. Show everyone that you love my cock up your ass."

Mr Simmonds came over to them, and kissed Candice on her mouth, feeling her breasts. Her hand reached down to his cock and began to love him, stoking and gently caressing his hardening shaft.

“I am going to play with Mr Simmonds’ cock while I fuck you Tom. I love how he kisses me. He kisses so good.”

Tom managed to hold it together, closing his eyes tight to each inward thrust.

I looked behind me when the gasps of Henderson's orgasm caught my attention. Katie did not move when he withdrew his spent cock from her young pussy and his place was quickly taken by Collins. Mr Scott, the Monaco’s portly head manager, had arrived and quickly freed his cock and knelt down beside Katie, waiting his turn to fuck her. Henderson put his weight onto the now free left shoulder and excitedly watched her pain. Katie opened her mouth and tilted her head back when her new assailant slid his large hard cock easily into her depths. He shuffled forwards to raise Katie's ass slightly off the floor. Her legs were up by his shoulders and his hands roamed the smooth skin of her thighs while he rammed his swollen cock repeatedly into her. All of the men continued to maul her tits, and they put their fingers into her mouth, and they told her what a slut she was, and that they were going to fuck her all night, and that once her pussy was loosened up they'd fuck her tight ass. Henderson poured some Bourbon into Katie's mouth and told her to swallow. He slapped her tits and tried to coax his cock back to life. She caught my gaze again, this time her expression was blank, her face stained with tears.

I began stroking and feeling Tracy's ass. She was standing just in front of me watching Tom's punishing ordeal and her hand lazily stroked  my bulging cock. I knew it would not be long before I had my shaft inside her. I reached around to feel her tits under her dress and began grinding myself against her again. She turned back to kiss me, and we savored a long, passionate kiss, my hands now fondling both of her tits, loosening her dress, slipping fingers into her panties, over her ass and back up to her tits.

Tom was now grunting to each of Candice's merciless surges. It was hard to imagine how a dildo that big actually fitted into a man's ass, but it clearly did, albeit just. The gathered crowd drank their champagne and fine spirits and urged Candice on, telling her to fuck him harder, to show him what a pussy he was. Candice was laughing and feeling her own tits, sometimes slapping his ass, telling him what a ladyboy he was. A fine sweat was all over Tom's face now and he grimaced his way through this embarrassing, painful ordeal. He knew pictures were being taken, video being recorded, but there was nothing he could do, except try to please the woman he loved and let her fuck his ass whenever she wanted to.

I didn’t know where to turn to. Tom or Katie’s considerable pain.

“When they have all finished,” I whispered into Tracy’s ear,” it’ll be our turn.”

“Then hurry up everybody,” she said, smiling at me. “I am so fucking horny. I want my tits sucked so bad.”

“You should start your book with this scene. Be a great start.”

“Hmmmm,” she said, her hand now back down the front of my trousers and stroking my cock. “Maybe…”

Katie now seemed barely conscious, and each time Banks' cock was taken out and slapped against her face Henderson poured in some more Bourbon, fucking up Katie even more. She tried to turn, and twist away, but her will had now gone. Her tits hurt, her pussy hurt and now her mouth was fuck of cock.

"Suck it, Katie. We know that's what you want. We all know you love sucking cock."

Katie didn't suck. She just laid there, her mouth agape, letting Banks saw his erect meat into her  young throat.

"Make it nice and hard," hissed Banks. "It's going in your ass soon." 

The two men pounded their cocks into her young body, and before long Collins heaved into orgasm, shooting his come into her body, hurling abuse at her, squeezing her tits in lustful release. Banks followed soon, and jerked his cock down her mouth as he too came. Henderson laughed, and told Katie what a slut she was, and that she should apply for Monica's job. She coughed and spluttered come up from her stomach, splattering it all over her face. Her makeup was ruined, her tears had seen to that, and she looked as if she had been to hell and back. She turned over onto her front and began to slowly crawl away.

"Katie - where do you think you are going?" mocked Henderson. "We haven't sampled your ass yet," he said as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back.

"Please, please," she sobbed. "Please don't. Please..."

“Mr Fleming has told me to, Katie. And he is in charge, after all.” He spat on his cock, kneeled between her legs, opening them up wide, and slowly began to force his cock into her ass.

I turned to Tracy, my mind on only one thing. I led her to the bed, pulled off her and my own clothes, kneeled between her parted thighs and sank my cock into her exquisite, perfect, pussy, and began to fuck her. My thoughts drifted to the beginning of the year. The time that we made Monica the office whore.

Chapter 2: Eight Months Earlier

“Tell me Monica. Do you really think we are interested in what you are saying?  Do you really think myself and these four executives are really that interested in your presentation?”

The 23 year old brunette looked at me and then nervously around the office conference room. All eyes were on her tits, pushing through the thin fabric of her tight, short, black cocktail dress.

“No, sir.”

“What do you think we are looking at, Monica? What do you think we are really most interested in?”

“My tits, sir. You are looking at my tits and when I turn around you are probably looking at my ass. Mr Stevens, Mr White, Mr Paulson and Mr Simmonds are probably thinking what I look like naked, and perhaps they are imaging me sucking their cocks or fucking me. They most likely are not listening to anything I say, they are just thinking about feeling up my body and if there is anything they can do to get me to fuck them.”

“You’re probably right, Monica. Is she, gentlemen?”

“Yes,” they said.

“Do you think that’s fair? Do you think that despite the past 18 months here, where you have worked so hard to get to become my own personal assistant in this law firm, people still think of you as just a piece of ass to look at and fantasize about?”

“I do, sir. I deliberately wear tight, provocative clothes so men look at me. Even now in winter. I work out at the gym for 90 minutes each day to make sure my body stays firm and my ass nice and tight.” A single tear of humiliation slid down her cheek and she shuffled uncomfortably in front of us.

“Well then, Monica. I think you’ll agree that since you are the least senior in this room you really need to take the time to cater to all these fine, hard working men in positions above you. Don’t you think that’s the right thing to do, Monica? To keep the office morale up, to show a little respect to the needs of your superiors?”

“I do, sir. “

“And right now - what do you think is the best way to resolve this slightly awkward situation we find ourselves in? Listening to you talking now is something we didn’t quite imagine you ever saying.”  That was a lie, of course. I knew she would respond to my questions like this. She had to.

“Are you a cock starved slut, Monica?”

“Yes.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I am a cock starved slut, Mr Fleming” she whispered.

“Louder, please.”

“Yes, I am a cock starved slut,” she said, her voice trembling a little, but much louder so we could all hear clearly. The men grinned, enjoying seeing her obvious discomfort. More tears welled up and she wiped away the few that slipped down her cheeks.

“Now that we all know you are a cock starved slut, any suggestions on how we can make today’s meeting more productive?”

There was a brief hesitation, but she knew what I wanted her to say.

“I could take my clothes off, sir, get on all fours and go round and suck all of your cocks.”

“Would you like to do that?”

“Yes.”

“Monica?”

“Yes,” she said, louder. “I would love to get on my knees and go around to each of you

in turn and suck your cocks off to the best of my ability.”

“And?” I prompted, loving every second of her utter humiliation.

“And I would like all of them to come in my mouth and I would ask each gentleman if I had his permission to swallow his come. I would then thank him, and tell him how much I enjoyed having his cock in my mouth, and I would say how good it tasted and how I cannot wait to do it again.”

“My, my Monica. I wasn’t thinking of you doing anything as crude as that, but if you really insist on using these four men to fulfill your craving for cock then I think that that is a satisfactory way to end today’s meeting. Are these arrangements all OK with you guys? Bob, Steve? Yes? Would you allow Monica to do as she wishes?”

Bob Stevens spoke. “ I think before I commit to anything like this I need to see Monica take her clothes off and sell herself a bit. I am not to convinced about any of this,” he said, winking at me.

“OK, Monica. You heard Mr Stevens. I think you need to convince the room that you are as fuckable as you say you are before we let you satisfy that whore's mouth of yours.”

Monica took a few deep breaths and I knew she was doing everything she could to  stop herself from bursting into tears. She began unbuttoning her dress, slid the thin straps off her shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor. She was (almost) naked, and moved her hands and arms awkwardly to cover her tits and pussy. She knew she was not allowed to cover herself when exposed, so I politely coughed. She caught my gaze and dropped her arms by her sides so that we could all soak in the view. A couple of the guys whistled their approval.

“Head up, Monica, that’s a good girl. Arch your back slightly so you push those lovely tits of yours out a bit. That’s right. That’s a good girl. You do want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want to be a good girl.”

"And you do want us to look at your tits, right?" I teased.

"Yes. I want you to look at my tits."

Nobody said a word for at least a minute. Her tight, toned body was on view for all to enjoy. Shoulder length dark hair, smooth skinned and lovely round eyes. Her tits were a joy. Nice and firm, and with her arched back and shoulders pulled back they stood out for all to savour.

“Spread your legs apart a good eighteen inches, please. And kick off those shoes. You should know how to present yourself to a man by now. Hands behind your head. C’mon Monica, you really should know this by now.”

She did as she was told. She looked at each man in the eyes and smiled at him, as confidently as she could. We all knew that she was deeply, deeply embarrassed, but that only heightened the sexual excitement in the room. She pulled her shoulders back as far as they would go and made her tits look even better.

“You are making all of our cocks extremely hard, Monica. Is that what you wanted to do?”

“Yes, I want to make all of your cocks hard.”

“Why is that?” asked Simmonds.

There was a long pause as she thought for an answer that would satisfy us.

“Monica? Mr Simmonds asked you a question and he is expecting a very detailed answer.”

“Er...I like hard cocks. They are so good to suck on...”

“Like?” I interrupted.

“Love”, she corrected. “I love hard cock. I love sucking on them and filling my mouth with them. I love having a hard cock between my tits, and I love having a hard cock in my pussy. I think about hard cock all of the time. How good a cock feels when I am sliding my hand up and down the length. To feel it pulse and throb with sexual excitement makes me so wet. ”

“And?”

Another pause.

“I love having a hard cock deep in my ass. I love getting fucked in the ass like all pretty girls do.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Yes. All my friends love getting it up the ass”, she lied. “They talk about it all of the time. Hot girls with tight asses are meant to be fucked there, and that’s a simple fact of life. I work out a lot to make my ass as fuckable as possible.”

“And talking of asses, Monica, is there anything you want tell us - or show us rather - about yours?” I said.

“Yes, sir there is.” She began to turn around.

“Monica!” I shouted. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She turned back facing us, her beautiful, firm tits once again on display.

“I am sorry, sir. May I have permission to turn around and show you my tight, fuckable ass, Mr Fleming?”

“That’s better, Monica. Please don’t forget your manners. You may show us your ass.”

She turned around and leant forward slightly, still keeping her hands behind her head, so that her ass was pushed out towards us. We could all see the unmistakable black nub of her plug, nestled deep between her firm cheeks.

“What is that, Monica?”

“It’s my butt plug, sir, so that I am always ready to get fucked in the ass.”

“Gee,” said Stevens. “You must really love it in the ass.”

“Yes, I do. I love getting fucked hard in the ass.

“How long have you had that plug in your ass, Monica? I asked.

“Since this morning, sir.”

“And who put it there?

“Mr Gonzales, the office janitor, sir.”

“Why did you let him do that?”

“Because you asked him to do that, sir.”

“Ah yes, “ I said. “I remember!” All of the guys smiled and laughed at her.

“Bend over more, Monica,” urged Stevens. “Let’s see you hold on to your ankles while keeping your legs straight. Mind if we take a few pictures?”

Monica did as she was told and I heard a whimper, perhaps a sniffle, as she exposed her most private parts for all to see. We could all now see her smooth pussy.

“Hold that position, Monica. I’d like us to all take a few snaps. Is that OK?”

“Yes,” she said quietly. “Please take some photos of my ass and show them to your friends. Tell them this is your co-worker Monica’s ass. Tell them that I love getting fucked up the ass and I am a cock sucking slut.”

Her taught thighs strained to the stretch and beckoned to be stroked and touched.  Jimmy White spoke up.

“Monica - can you tell us about the janitor? Isn’t Gonzales that 250 lb slob that cleans up the offices?”

“Yes. He’s a very kind man and Mr Fleming came up with the great idea of letting him slide my butt plug in today.”

“Is that all he’s done to you?”

“No. Last night just as I was going home Mr Gonzales came into my office to empty the trash, so I thought I would thank him.”

“By doing what?”

“I let him fuck my mouth.”

“You did what?”

“I let him fuck my mouth, as hard as he wanted to. He fucked my mouth really hard until he came.”

“You let him fuck your mouth for emptying your trash can?” The room  erupted into laughter.

“Yes. I offered to suck him but he wanted to - as he put it - ‘bitch fuck’ my mouth. His balls slapped against my chin and his stomach kept hitting my head. But he came really quickly so it wasn’t too bad.”

‘Not too bad? Did you like him doing that to you?”

“Yes. I loved it. I loved having his sweaty cock in my throat. He cursed me out in Spanish and told me what a whore I was, which I loved.”

“Ok, Monica,” I said. “Turn back around and get down on all fours and approach the first cock. Remember, you have your appraisal coming up soon and I do not want you getting low marks like last week. Treat each man, treat each cock as I know you know how to do.”

All of the guys shuffled back in their chairs to make room between them and the conference table for her and watched and waited as she came on all fours towards them. Her tits looked so succulent now, hanging and swaying so gently to each of her movements. She reached White first. He looked around at us and smiled. He slide his hips forward in the chair towards her oncoming mouth.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled as best she could.

“Mr White,” she began. “May I please have permission to take out your cock and put it into my mouth, so that I may love it and suck it and lick it and kiss it until I have the great pleasure of tasting your come?”

“Yes, Monica. Hurry up. I am so hard for you. Get it in your mouth quickly.”

She fumbled with his trousers and soon had his cock exposed. “It’s such a beautiful cock,” she lied. “It’s just the right size and I just know your come is going to taste so good. Please hold me head down if you ever want me to go deeper on you. If you want you can call me dirty names while I suck you, and I love having my tits felt and squeezed when I am sucking on a nice hard cock like yours.”

And with that, she lowered her mouth down and took the entire length into her warm mouth. Jimmy’s head tilted back as his body succumbed to her suction. We all watched Monica get to work, her head moving up and down his shaft, her slurping and sucking sounds filling the room. She sucked and talked, sucked and talked, just as she had been told to.

“Your cock is so good.”

“I love sucking your cock, Mr White.”

“I’d love to make your cock as hard as I can and then have you fuck my tight ass.”

“I can’t wait to taste your come.”

“I hope my tits please you, Mr White”

“You can come all over my tits if you want to. And over my face. I love it when men come over my face. It makes me look so slutty.”

“I love your cock so much. Please let me suck it every day. Please Mr White. I want to suck it every day so bad.”

It wasn’t long before Jimmy’s body started to convulse and jerk. He instinctively grabbed the back of her head and rammed his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. She started to gag. His eyes were closed tightly as he moaned in pleasure and began pumping his come into her mouth. A few more violent thrusts and he was done. Monica eased off his cock and opened her mouth to show him his pockets of come on her tongue. She waited.

Jimmy stood up and slapped her face with his softening cock. “You fucking slut,” he said. “Are you a slut?”

She nodded.

“Swallow.”

She did. “Thank you, Mr White. Your come is delicious. Please may I stop by your office every now and then to suck your cock some more?”

Jimmy stood up and put his cock back in his trousers. She looked up at him, waiting for his answer. Instead, he leant forward and slapped her hard across the face. “Whore,” he  said.

“Yes, I am a whore,” and the tears began to fall down her face.

Jimmy nodded his tanks to me, and left the room. Monica crawled over to Stevens. He stood up and unzipped himself. She knelt up and her face was just a few inches from his hard cock.

“Good evening, sir.” She paused, trying to control herself, to stop the tears.  “Your cock looks so good. It looks so suckable right now.” Her wet, come stained tongue began to move over him, up and down the length, circling the rim. She teased him with her open mouth and licked him some more. “Please allow me to suck your hard cock. Please...” Her tongue swirled around his balls and slowly back up to his cock head. “Please Mr Stevens...Please may I suck your cock?”

“Put your hands behind your back, Monica, and push your tits out. Open your mouth wide and keep looking at me. Now rub your tits against my cock. Give me a nice tit massage, and I will think about your request.”

She immediately did as she was told, and began caressing his cock with her beautiful, firm tits.” I love rubbing my tits against a man’s hard cock. It’s such a turn on for me. It makes my pussy so wet. Do my tits please you? “

Stevens was clearly loving her touch. He gently rocked his hips back and forth so that his cock fucked against her smooth flesh. He brought his cock up to her face and slapped her with it. He pushed it into her mouth, fucked her a few times, then pulled it back out, back down to her writhing tits. His cock was now wet with her spit, and as he tit fucked her they began to glisten and shine with saliva. He rammed it back into her waiting mouth and pushed in deeply. He was mesmerized by this beautiful girl taking him in so willingly.

Jimmy White came back into the room to enjoy the show, his mobile phone caught a few more shots of Monica easing Stevens’ cock towards orgasm.

He gently fucked her mouth, wanting to make his pleasure last as long as he could. She raised her hands so that she could control his penetration but Stevens ordered them back down. “Pretend you are handcuffed. If I see your hands again I will piss in your mouth. Understand?”

She nodded, working hard at hiding her obvious discomfort. He placed both his hands at the back of her head to hold her in place. She tensed. She knew what was coming. The cock began to saw into her mouth, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Each thrust with met with a wet, gagging sound and we all knew Stevens was fucking her mouth as hard as he could. More streaks of saliva stuck to his cock and fell over her face. And still he kept the relentless pace up. Her brutally face fucked her. A hand fell from her head to squeeze a tit. Back up to her head. He slapped her face. He called her a ‘fucking cock sucking cunt’. He pulled hard on her nipples, extending each tit by three or four inches. He slapped her face again, harder than before. I heard her pain, and then the sound of a deep, guttural moan as Stevens came. His balls stretched against her chin as he twitched and convulsed into her throat, coming hard and long, filling her guts with her second helping of come in just a few minutes. It was an incredibly sexually charged scene. Monica’s face and hair was drenched in her spit..

She held his cock for as long as she could before at last he pulled out and she heaved for air, making sure her hands stayed behind her back.

Simmonds got out of his chair and quickly went over to them. He took his cock out and while Monica was still gulping down air he pushed it towards her face. Stevens made room and the messed up face of Monica looked up at her new cock. There was so much spit and stuck hair on her face now that she was almost unrecognisable. Simmonds didn’t wait for the talk, for the begging. He didn’t care. He just wanted to come inside her.

“Put one of your hands on my ass, Monica, and pull me into you. Never stop pulling my cock into you. Now with the other hand - spit on your middle finger, put your hand between my legs and finger fuck my ass. Don’t stop finger fucking me until I come.”

His cock slid back into her messy mouth and the pounding, unforgiving face fuck began once again. Her finger slid into his ass hole and found the rhythm of his fucking. Her jaws ached from being forced open for so long, she was struggling to breathe through her saliva filled nose and her energy and strength was getting fucked out of her. She could hardly suck anymore and the hard cock continued to force itself back and forth into her oral fuck hole. Her mind wandered briefly to her crime, why she chose to be the office whore instead of facing jail. Was this the right choice? Was it?? She thought about her family, what they would do if they could see her now. She felt the tears fall over her face. All she could do was to make him come quickly so that this would all stop, at least for tonight.

She pulled her slackening jaw up and squeezed her lips against his cock. She tried to suck deeply but couldn’t - she was just too tired. She pushed her finger deeper into his ass, up to her knuckle, and began to fuck him harder. His cock maintained an urgent rhythm and the pounding continued. She gagged, slurped and sucked on the hard cock that maintained its merciless assault for five or six, maybe seven minutes. A merciless face fuck that was unlike anything she had experienced before. The intensity was unrelenting. The cock continued to force its way to her throat, and then instantly was pulled back to her lips along with a string of saliva and then thrust back in, again and again and again. She kept her tongue flat against the base of her mouth so his cock could glide in smoothly, pleasuring him, giving him what he wanted, making him come.

She felt Simmonds grab a clump of her hair and the cock ploughed into her throat again, but this time it stayed there. Was he coming? She couldn’t tell. Her finger momentarily slipped out of his ass and before she could find his hole again she felt the full force of his open handed slap against one side of her face. She nearly fell over, and the cock slipped out of her mouth. She quickly sat back upright and opened her mouth. The cock slapped against her face. He rubbed his balls over her face. He pushed his fingers into her mouth. He stretched her lips wide. He slapped her again. Her finger pushed back into his ass and he paused, briefly, enjoying the sensations she gave him.

“Please...please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck my mouth. Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck my mouth. I love your cock. Fuck me….”

He slid the cock head over her tongue and held it there. Just two inches of cock, pulsating in her mouth, twitching in sexual lust.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Her lips closed around his shaft and her cheeks hollowed as she did just that. Her hand gently caressed his ass while the other continued to move in and out of his hole. He arched his body towards her and, at long last, the rapture of his orgasm swept over him. He moaned aloud when his come began flowing into her mouth. He instinctively thrust forward, searching for more pleasure, forcing every inch of his pulsating shaft into her throat until he too relaxed, and sighed in satisfaction, and pulled his softening cock out of her.

“Lick your finger clean.”

She did.

Mr Stewart Paulson looked down on the fucked up face of Monica. She wiped away handfuls of the slimy cocktail of saliva, tears, come and snot from her face and wiped it on the floor.

He told her to lie on the floor face up, and he straddled her face and forced his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth like it was her cunt. He pinched her tits and slapped her face. He sank his cock into her throat and laid over her face, holding his cock inside of her while his hips made rapid, short thrusts. He told her what a slutty cunt she was. He spat in her mouth. He pulled her up by her hair onto his hard cock and let her drop, and then pulled her up again. He tried to put his fist into her mouth. He struck her hard on the face with his hand and laughed at her. Her turned and sat his ass on her mouth, telling her to get her tongue into his asshole, telling her to reach around and stroke his cock while she did so. He turned back and fucked her mouth again. He told her to stroke his cock and make him come over her face. He told her to massage his come into her skin, and to thank him for face fucking her, for letting her lick his ass. And she did.

“Go and wash up, Monica. I don’t want the taste of their come on your lips when you come and kiss me and thank me for such an enjoyable afternoon," I said. She got up to leave to the bathroom.

“On all fours, you stupid cunt.”

“I am sorry, sir.” She was sobbing now, and it was difficult to talk.

She dropped to her hands and knees again and, crying aloud, crawled out of the conference room. I swiped my phone on and tapped out a few email replies.

Moments later I saw the door open again and she crawled towards me, stopping inches away from my hard cock, her mouth open, ready to receive me.

“Come and kiss me passionately, Monica, like I was your boyfriend. Tell me how much you loved this afternoon. Tell me how much you love me, and rub your tits against me. You had better be convincing, Monica. You know I have Candice's crop in my office and would love any excuse to hurt those tits of yours again. Or would you prefer my belt again?”

She climbed up on my lap and slid her knees either side of me. She was smiling. I could tell it was a fake smile, but she was getting better. My hands began to squeeze and pinch her tits while she quickly freed my cock from my trousers and ran her hand up and down the hard, hard flesh.

“I do love you. You know that, right? I love that you have made me your cock sucking slut. I am so glad that you caught me trying to steal from you because had you not I would never have become my true self, Monica your office whore. I love it when you fuck me, when you fuck my ass, my mouth or if I am very lucky, my pussy. I am going to suck you so good now. So much better than those other guys, because you only deserve the best. It is your cock I want the most – you know that. You know I love your cock. I want to thank you so much for letting me suck those tasty, executive cocks. “

“Monica -before we hired you we knew you would steal from us. Candice found out your record at your other job. We knew if you were given enough leash you would hang yourself with it. We hired you knowing we could turn you into our whore.”

Monica paused, digesting the fact that she had been set up. And now she had been caught there was no way out, except to get through the year as best she could.

She began kissing me passionately. She unbuttoned my shirt and began to rub her tits against my chest. “I love you so much,” she said, changing the subject, and kissing me deeply. My hands began to squeeze into her tight ass and I began to ponder how I would use her this afternoon.

“Have I been a good girl today? I want you to fuck me so bad, to fill me with your magnificent, hard cock. Or I can ride you if you want. So you can hurt my tits as I fuck you. I love it when you hurt my tits like that. Nobody fucks me as good as you do.”

She kissed me again.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “Please...”

“I’m not going to fuck your ass or pussy,” I said. “You’re going to carry on using that cock sucking mouth of yours. Get on the table, on your back, tits up. Lie so your head is over the edge. That’s right. Open up.”

I stood over her, her face directly beneath my cock. Her mouth open and waiting, her tongue pushed forward as she had been taught. I played with her tits for a bit and told her to open up her legs as wide as they would go.

“When you masturbate, what do you think of?”

“I think of you, Mr Fleming. You know I do. I think of you fucking me hard, calling me names, fucking my ass, my mouth, coming all over me, using me. Please put your cock in me. I can’t wait any longer...”

I shoved into her open mouth, all the way to her throat and held it there, deep. I watched in fascination as she struggled to take me, a brief flicker of panic raced across her face. I pinched her nose with one hand and squeezed her tits with the other. She began to gurgle and her eyes widened. After 30 seconds or so I pulled out, with great long streams of saliva sticking to my cock. They dropped to her face, streaking her face once again in her own spit. I rubbed myself all over her face, putting my balls into her mouth, fucking inside her cheeks, slapping her with my cock, drying my cock in her fucked up hair.

“You are not trying, Monica. Suck my fucking cock. Show me what you can do. Suck me. Show my cock your love.”

I fucked in again. Brutally. Hard. Fucking. Squeezing. Pinching. Abusing. Her neck was stretched and taught, her tits were thrust up. She closed her legs instinctively, but opened them quickly again when I grabbed a tit as hard as I could. She moaned. She coughed. I thrust back and forth relentlessly, drenching her face in her own long beads of spit and snot. 

I slapped her face with my cock, and hissed “Remember, Monica. This is your life for a whole year. Can you really last that long?” Just as she was about to answer I ploughed back into her wet, sticky mouth and fucked her with no remorse. I only wanted to put more come into her stomach.

“Open you cock sucking mouth wider – I want my cock in your throat.”

I slapped her tits and pinched her nipples as I fucked. I pushed my balls and rubbed them over her soaking face. I struck her face with the back of my hand. And I fucked her throat on and on and on. I hurt her tits again and again and again.

“Suck my cock. Suck it! Suck it harder, you dumb bitch. C’mon. Suck it much harder. Better…That’s better.”

At last I grunted and began to orgasm. I grabbed her tits hard and convulsed into her mouth, pumping my juice into her, fucking even deeper. My balls were sliding over her soaking wet face as they emptied their load. I pinched her nipples and slapped her tits. I fucked her throat, shooting everything I had into her, coming hard and loud, my hard cock stabbing into her mouth until my intense pleasure began to slip away.

I eventually pulled out, more trails of spit were stuck to my cock, I told her to lick them off. I told her to get me her mobile phone, She crawled off to her office and quickly came back with the phone in her mouth. I told her to smile. I took a picture of her spit soaked, come drenched face. I sent it to her parents and her little sister.

“Monica – I want you to spend the weekend with me. You will be on all fours the whole time.  I’ll ram a riding crop up your ass for a tail. One dog bark for yes. One hundred barks for no.  Would you like to do that?

“Woof.”

It was a sign of things to come.

Chapter 3: A Meeting With Mr Chung

It was eleven in the morning when my receptionist and favourite girl, Tracy, buzzed me from her office just outside my door.

“Yes?”

“Good morning, Mr Fleming. Monica is here. She says that she would like to see you.”

“I’m quite busy, Tracy. Can you ask her what she wants?” The blinds were down on the glass wall between my office and Tracy’s desk, and I couldn’t see her.

I could hear her ask Monica through the speaker. A slight pause. I couldn’t quite make out Monica’s reply.

“Mr Fleming? She wants to know if she could come in and suck your cock over the lunch hour.”

“I don’t know Tracy. Does she look good today?”

“She’s wearing a really tight, short blue dress that barely covers her ass. She has a white button down shirt with - as usual -  no bra whatsoever so her nipples are clear for all to see. Some nice shade makeup on the eyes and rather whorish lipstick. And a pair of three inch heels. I think she looks as if she is ready for your cock, Mr Fleming.”

“Can you ask her what she has done in the first two hours of today?”

“Yes, of course.........She says she has been working on her ass in the gym again, she has let Mr Paulson fuck her tits and she also says she has written that memo you asked for.”

“Ah yes, the memo. Please send her in then, Tracy. Tell her to take her clothes off and face the back wall of my office until I am ready for her. She can keep her heels on.”

A few moments later there was a polite knock on my door and in stepped Monica. She quickly and quietly undressed and turned against the wooden blinds, some 15 feet away from my desk, and held her memo in her hand.

“Ass, Monica. Your ass, girl.”

“Sorry, Mr Fleming.”

She arched her back and pushed her tight, little ass out.

“Monica, pull the blinds up so Tracy can see your tits. Push them against the glass wall, please. Remember to smile at Tracy and anyone else you see while you are there.”

She did as she was told, and I got back to work. Occasionally I would get up and rub my hard cock against her ass, reaching around to feel her tits. I looked at Tracy, watching us. She loved watching Monica being treated like this.

I could see Tracy buzz down to her colleagues around the office to come up and look at Monica, to look at her pressed tits. And people did. Throughout the morning about 20 co-workers came to have a look, some laughing and pointing, others clearly aroused at this beautiful, tempting sight, on display for everyone’s enjoyment. Nearly all took photos with their phones. I couldn’t see if Monica was crying or not. I suspect she was now getting used to me treating her like this, but I think she still tried to maintain a sense of decorum with all of the employees on the other floors. A short time later I could see Tracy laughing and mocking her, pretending to rub away tears that I assume Monica was letting slip.

Nearer lunch time I asked Monica to come over in front of my desk, present herself and read to me her memo. It was a note to her father. “Read it aloud, Monica, and rub your pussy while you do so.” My eyes wondered over her body, over the tits that she pushed out for me to enjoy. “Do you like being naked in front of me, so I can look at your tits?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“Read me your note.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. ‘Dear Daddy - I suppose you can tell from some of the pictures I have been sending you recently that I have found a new love in my life - and that is sucking on hard cock. I am sorry if this upsets you but I cannot keep this a secret any longer. My insatiable cravings mean I need to feast on come from as many cocks per day as I can. Right now I think I have 6 or 7 regular guys that I suck off each day. The amount of come I am now consuming on a daily basis means I no longer have to spend money on lunch, which I know you will be pleased about. Anyway...’ ”

Monica started to sob. The tears came flooding down and she began to shake like a little girl. I said nothing. She looked at me, hoping for the slightest reprieve, but she saw nothing except my smile. A few moments later she gathered herself. She knew this would be mentioned in her weekly appraisal.

“Don’t stop masturbating for me, Monica. Let me see you keep working that cunt of yours.”

“Anyway, “ she continued. “ I know that since I was a teenager you have often tried to look at me when I was getting dressed for school or maybe when I was going to or from the shower.” Monica paused to gather herself. Her eyes were a mess. The whorish makeup she had put on that morning was all over the place and her tears were now running black with mascara. Drops spilled down to her tits, and she did her best to wipe them up before I saw.

“I really hope my teenage body made your cock hard. I have been working out regularly now, to make my body as fuckable as possible so I think I am even tighter than what I was back then. I have longed for the day when I can finally take my Daddy’s cock in my mouth and pleasure him the way only a daughter knows. I am excellent at sucking cock and I so badly want to suck yours. To show you how grateful I am for all of the years you raised me. To repay you for all of the hours and hours you spent driving me to soccer practice and helping me with my homework. Please Daddy - you have my number. Please call me so I can have the cock that I want so bad.

Your slutty daughter, Monica.”

“That’s very good, Monica. But do you really mean it? Do you really want to suck your Daddy’s cock that badly?”

“Yes.” More tears. “Yes I do.”

“Do what, Monica?”

“I want to suck my Daddy’s cock.”

“OK. We have your parents address on file. Please hand the memo to Tracy on the way out so that she can read it and check it for any mistakes before emailing it to them. Also please make a copy of it and post it up on the wall in the staff break room so that everyone can read it. Candice will need a copy too, for your personnel file. Thank you Monica. That’ll be all for now”.

We parted ways for lunch.

It was getting close to three o’clock now and one of our company’s clients, Mr Chung, was due in the office to wrap up his divorce details. I buzzed Tracy in. “Tracy - can you come in here with a permanent marker pen? Thanks.” I watched Tracy reach into her desk and step towards and then into my office.

“Monica, come over here and present yourself”. After lunch Monica had come back to my office to continue pressing her nude body against the partition between my office and Tracy's area.

Monica came over to stand by the side of my desk. Legs slightly apart, back arched, tits out and hands wrapped behind her head. Tracy knocked and let herself in.

“Tracy - would you do me a favour? Mr Chung is due any minute now and he has gone through a very long and difficult divorce. I think it’s only fair that we treat him nicely to keep his spirits up. Do you think that’s a good idea, Monica?”

“Yes, sir. I do.” Without a doubt she knew immediately that she was going to be part of an humiliating treat for Mr Chung.

“Tracy, would you write in block letters on Monica’s chest just above her tits “Please come on my tits” and then just above her ass ‘Please fuck my ass’. Make it as big as you can so it’s clear for Mr Chung see. Thank you.”

Tracy did that, smiling, feeling up Monica’s hot body as she did so. Tracy looked to see the unmistakable outline of my bulging cock through my trousers, and she came over to playfully stroke me. She smiled, and we kissed. I ran my hands over her body and over the swell of her tits.

“There’s no good crying, Monica. That’s permanent marker. It won’t be coming off for a week or so. You may as well get used to it. You do want Mr Chung to come over your tits, don’t you Monica?”

“Yes, I do sir.”

“And you’d love his cock up your ass wouldn’t you?”

“I would sir.”

“Then thank Tracy for doing such a good job decorating you.”

“Thank you Miss Tracy for decorating me and for making it very clear how much I would love to have Mr Chung’s come over my tits and his cock up my ass.”

Tracy turned to Monica and slapped her with her open hand, hard across the face.

“Next time you show more courtesy and respect to me, you worthless slut. Mr Fleming should never have to remind you to thank me. I am here to make you the best cock sucking whore you are capable of being. Do you want me to teach you to become a slutty, cheap whore?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy. I do,” Monica said meekly.

Tracy slapped her again.

“Tracy. Tracy. You need to learn how to slap a girl. Monica – would you mind if I showed Tracy how to slap you?”

“No, Mr Fleming.”

“Would you agree, Monica, that for a slap to be effective, it needs to be hard? So that you learn from your mistakes and the punishments make you a better whore?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I would much prefer a harder slap so that I can learn my lesson.”

“Tracy – to inflict a sharper pain, strike with the back of your hand. Bring your right hand down to your lower left, and then accelerate your hand across her face until it is all the way out from your right shoulder. Like this.”

Monica squealed as I struck her, and rubbed her hand across her reddening cheek.

“The knuckles hurt much more than the palm of your hand. Now, have a go.”

Tracy smiled, and I could tell she loved the fear already on Monica’s face. She whipped the back of her hand against Monica’s cheek and mouth, making her yelp in pain. Tracy hopped with joy.

“Yes! I can tell that was much harder!”

“Again, Tracy. Try turning your hips as you swing. Let’s make this as hard as you can.” I stood behind Tracy and placed my hands on her hips, grinding my cock through her clothes and against her ass. I whispered in her ear “I can’t wait until I am inside you again.” She turned her head so that we could quickly kiss, and she whipped her hand across Monica’s face again. This time Monica cried out in pain, bending over to clutch her reddening face. I pushed my cock against Tracy even harder and reached to her breasts, cupping and loving them.

“Thank you, Miss Tracy, for teaching me some manners.”

I am not sure Tracy heard, her mouth was on mine, kissing me, reaching for my cock, pushing herself against me, her passions burning with the power she held over Monica. We kissed in front of Monica for a minute or two, and I knew that if I didn’t stop I’d end up fucking Tracy while Mr Chung walked in, so I pulled away, my eyes soaking in her beauty, my hands caressing her one last time, for now.

“One other thing, Monica,” I eventually said. “In the light of the note you are sending your father today - would you like me to film Mr Chung fucking you up the ass and email the video file to your Dad?”

“I would like that, sir. Thank you for thinking of it. I’ll make sure Miss Tracy has my father’s email address.”

“Oh we have his address already, Monica. But thanks for trying to help out. Shall I cc your mother and young sister?”

“Sir...Mr Fleming...please....”

“Please what, Monica?”

She scrambled for words to satisfy me and to avoid further deep family embarrassment. “I think my father would show them...once he sees the video he will enjoy showing them both the video....”

“But don’t you think, just in case he doesn’t, that we should send them the video? Surely you wouldn’t want them to miss out on such a spectacle?”

“No sir. I wouldn’t. I think we should send them the video file too.”

Myself and Tracy laughed at Monica. It was too funny.

“Monica - I want you to leave your phone with Tracy, so that when they call you - which they inevitably will, we’ll all be here to make sure you reply with the right answers.”

“Yes, sir. I will. You can be sure I will tell them what a slutty whore I have become, and how I am loving every minute of it.”

It was only a short time later that Mr Chung appeared. He stopped and briefly chatted to Tracy before she knocked on the glass door and walked in. Mr Chung was in his early sixties, peppered dark hair and in what otherwise looked like good shape. His eyes flashed from me to the unclothed Monica, where they stayed. He soaked in her tight flesh, the firm curves, the ass, the toned legs. I could see him reading her graffiti –

“Please come on my tits,” he read aloud. I saw his wicked smile.

“Mr Fleming. So good to see you. I have the balance I owe you.” He reached in his pocket and placed a check on my desk.

“Thank you Mr Chung. I hope that bitch of an ex-wife now leaves you alone.”

Mr Chung looked back at the girl and spoke to me. "Yes. Let's hope so. I take my pleasures now from my whore of a daughter...and my staff, of course. Tell me, Mr Fleming. Is this for me?"

“Of course. If you want to fuck her you can, but Monica has said there is one condition.”

“What is that?”

“She has asked that I film it for her, because she wants her family to see what a slut she has become. I will not show your face, only hers.”

“Can I hurt her?”

“Yes.”

Enough to make her cry?”

“Yes.”

“Does she like getting it in the ass?”

“Turn around, Monica.”

“Ah. Wonderful,” smiled Mr Chung.  ‘’‘Please fuck my ass’. How thoughtful of you.”

“Despite what she says,” I said, “she hates it.”

“Excellent, Mr Fleming. Excellent.”

“You can begin filming...”

I went over to pull the blinds so that Mr Chung had some privacy. Tracy smiled and waved. I turned back to Monica and saw Mr Chung already pull his belt from the loops on his trousers. I grabbed the camera and began recording.

“Monica. I am going to hurt you now. I am going to hurt your ass. Then I am going to make you wish you never had tits. Then I will fuck you in a hole of my choice. I cannot guarantee that I will come over your tits as you so desire, because I am a man that enjoys fucking girls in the ass, as most men do. Come. Come into the middle of the room. Bend over and push your ass out”.

She did as she was told. I could tell by the quick glimpse of her face that she was petrified as to what was about to happen. Mr Chung’s hand felt over the firm curves of her ass. He spat on two of his fingers and slid them into her pussy.

“You have the cunt of a whore,” he said.

“Thank you, Mr Chung.”

“How many men have used your cunt for their pleasure?”

“I don’t know, Mr Chung. Maybe 30 or 40.”

“And of those 30 or 40 men, how many of them did you really, honestly love?”

“None of them, sir.”

“So you are a whore then. You will let any man fuck you, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

And then, with no warning, Mr Chung whipped his leather belt through the air and onto her ass. She let out a gasp of surprise and pain, I could see she had her eyes clenched tightly. He did it again, and again. Her breathing became heavy and almost immediately beads of sweat broke out over her body.

“Manners, Monica. Manners, “ I said.

“Yes, yes, “ she said, catching her breath. “Thank you Mr Chung for beating my ass. Please put your cock inside me now.”

“Oh Monica,” he said, “we’ve only just begun.” And then my office filled with the sounds of leather on taut ass as Mr Chung rained down dozens and dozens and dozens of hard blows on to her. I moved the camera around to get the best angles, but the best was, of course, of her face now covered in pain. The beating was a sight to behold and something I had never seen before in my life. The elderly Chinese man mercilessly whipping the shit out of this gorgeous 23 year old. Her sensational body at his complete mercy, punishing her just for fun. Her skin, from the top of her stretched thighs to her lower back was a bright red, with belt marks all over. He only stopped because he himself was tiring. Monica was heaving, gulping down air but, to her credit, maintaining position.

“That you Mr Chung for hurting me so much. I deserve it all for being such a whore.” I was so proud of her. I almost felt sorry for her, but my hard cock was thinking of other things, about how good it would have been  to fuck her mouth while she was getting hurt.

“Now, Monica, “ Mr Chung said. I am going to have a glass of water while you think of the best position you can get in so that I can hurt your tits.”

“Please,” she sobbed. “Please. Not my tits. Please.”

“A woman cannot consider herself truly beaten until she has given her tits to me,” he said, sipping on the water. ‘You tits are going to hurt for weeks after I am done with them. “

Monica kept her head down. She was now crying quietly to herself, her shoulders gently shaking, her tits bouncing nicely.

"ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!" screamed Chung. "Would you like to come to my house and give me the pleasure of sliding hot needles into your precious tits??"

"Mr Chung, please…" she said, quietly.

"You will scream for me, you whore. Scream like never before. Do you know what happens when whores scream for me, Monica?"

"No, Mr Chung."

"My cock gets hard. Do you want to make my cock hard, cunt?"

"Yes, Mr Chung."

"Now, until that day arrives, when you are begging me to slide in hot needles, I am going to strike your tits with my belt. The lash of my leather will be like a lovers kiss compared to the needles."

Mr Chung put his water down.

"Now, present your tits to me. Tell me to strike them. Or I will bring you to my house, and ruin your tits forever!"

This was intense stuff. I had no idea Mr Chung was like this, but was quickly learning.

She moved over to my desk and pushed her ass against the edge and, leaning backwards, arched her back as far as she could, so that her tits were facing up to the ceiling.

"Not bad, cunt. But I would prefer them hanging, so I can hurt as much tit meat as I can. Get down on all fours. We’re really going to test those ab muscles of yours, Monica. Put your hands behind your head, push your tits and your ass out. That’s good. You’re a good girl, trying to please us, aren’t you? Now, I am going to really hurt your tits now. If you flinch or if you can no longer maintain this position until I say we are finished - we start again. We go back to your ass, and we will do this all over again. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mr Chung.”

“Do you think I am being fair?”

“Yes, I do Mr Chung.”

“Alright. Let’s start.”

He stood over her, one leg either side of her and looked down to her arched back. I got down low to film her messed up face. And then the pain began. Relentless, total pain. Monica was now sobbing uncontrollably. She cried out each time the belt scorched across her tits from above. A brutal, unrelenting, savage assault on her body. Sometimes Mr Chung dropped the belt and pulled her hair back, reaching around to squeeze her swollen tits, then twisted her face to him so that he could spit at her. Then he began to whip her again. For twenty minutes. The longest twenty minutes of Monica’s life. When he finished she was an absolute wreck, gasping for air, frightened that it wasn’t over. Her tits looked a mess of welts and bruises. He pushed her to the ground and rammed his cock into her ass hole. He fucked her like it was her pussy, ramming her hard, his cock pushing her head into the carpet until he gasped and came, shooting his thick semen into her bowels.

Monica struggled for air. She thanked him. Thanked him for treating her like a real man should. She thanked him for his come, and for all of the pain he had given her, because, she said,  she knew deep down she deserved it.

"Mr Fleming. You must come to my house one of these days. We have a special party couple of times a year. You bring your pet whore. We have one next week and then another maybe ten months from now. "

"Thank you. I am sure we would both like that, wouldn't we Monica?"

Mr Chung slapped her again in the face, roughly groped her tits and left.

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I would like that."

“Monica - you look a complete, fucking mess. Sit over there. You know I will get him back here if you say or do anything out of line, right?”

“Yes Mr Fleming.”

I buzzed through to Tracy. “Tracy – can you come here, please?”

My receptionist came in a looked in disbelief at Monica. “Don’t worry,” I said. “She will all be healed up in a couple of weeks. Take your clothes off Tracy – I need to come so bad.’ Tracy quickly undressed and laid down in front of Monica. I took my cock out and quickly pushed it inside her. “Monica, you slutty cunt, tell us how good we look while we fuck.”

Monica cleaned her face up and dried her eyes. Her shoulders were still heaving while she tried to control her breath.

“You look so good together. I wish I was as beautiful as Miss Tracy. Her breasts are so much nicer than mine, especially now since mine are all red and swollen from My Chung. I wish you were fucking me right now, Mr Fleming. You know how much I love your cock. I am certain Miss Tracy’s pussy is prettier and tighter than mine, so I completely understand why you would want to fuck her and not me...oh you are thrusting into her so hard now, Mr Fleming, your cock is so strong and powerful. Your hard fucking is making her breasts bounce back and forth so seductively. She is so beautiful. So beautiful. I love how Tracy whimpers when her body gives into the pleasure your cock gives her. Oh I do wish it was me on the floor now, taking your lustful assault, taking your cock into my body. I can see why you love squeezing her breasts so hard, like you are now, hurting her a little, driving into her with those deep, hard strokes that you are famous for, Mr Fleming.

Oh God. Yes. Flip her over. Fucking her from behind. Love it. Love how her breasts are moving now. I can see the lust and passion all over her face, and the effort on yours, Mr Fleming.  Deep and hard. Yes – I can tell from your powerful hips how hard you are fucking her now, Mr Fleming. You look so good together.  Her nipples are so hard, Mr Fleming. She is absolutely loving how you are fucking her.

Is Miss Tracy coming? It looks like it. She looks so gorgeous when she comes. Her breasts her heaving, her mouth is open, yet still you fuck her with such force. That's a nice hard spank on her ass, Mr Fleming. Perhaps a little harder next time? She is definitely coming now. Love her gasps, her little whimpers. Yes...yes....she's on the edge. Feeling her breasts will do it. A nice hard squeeze. Maul them as hard as you can, Mr Fleming. I know that is what she loves. Ah yes. Listen to that. A beautiful orgasm. Look at her come. So lovely. Her mouth wide open, just ready for another cock to suck on, so she can get double fucked. Girls can’t get enough cock when they are coming – one is never enough - it's always the perfect time to slide a second cock into a girl.

I think, Mr Fleming, if you were to fuck her just a little harder she would come again pretty soon. I can tell by her face. She is loving your cock so much. Oh....oh...but you are coming now, Mr Fleming. I knew that pounding would make you come sooner rather than later. I love how your body stretches, how it strains forward, so your cock pumps your come into her as deep as possible, your hands gripping tightly onto her lovely firm ass, reaching forward one more time to feel her breasts. You look so good together. So good.”

I fell forward onto Tracy's back and held her tightly, my cock thrusting just a few more times until I was spent. I looked up to Monica, her body bruised and welted from Chung.

"Monica - you look a mess. Fuck off and make yourself look pretty."

Chapter 4 : A Day In The Office

"Monica, come in. Take your clothes off and get on all fours on the table."

Rich Simmonds, Bob Stevens, Jimmy White, Stuart Paulson, Candice from HR and myself sat at the end of the conference room and watched Monica undress and climb onto the table, her head looking up towards us.

"Turn to one side, Monica. We want to see your hanging tits. That's better, thank you. Do you like getting on all fours for us?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I do."

"Here are your performance notes for this week, Monica. Remember, these comments are designed to embarrass and humiliate you, so that we can get as much enjoyment out of your suffering as we can."

"I understand, Mr Fleming. I am grateful to you all to spare me your time and teach me to behave exactly as you want me to."

“Monica – you do want to be the office slut, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Of course I do.”

“Before we start – I was wondering - do you prefer to be called a slut or a whore? I can never decide what to call you.”

“Slut, I think, sir.”

“Right. Good. We’ll call you ‘whore’ then. Tracy told me that you said to her that you are not getting enough cocks to suck on each day. Did you really say that?”

She paused. There was no way out without calling Tracy a liar.

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I did say that.”

"I see. Candice – please get with Tracy to make sure Monica has enough cock scheduled each. Anyway,” I said, looking down to my notes, “when you ask if you may suck our cocks, I want you to make sure you are smiling when you say that. And lick your lips after you have said it too. Then wait for the man to answer with your mouth wide open."

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I am sorry if I haven't been doing that already. I love sucking all of your cocks - I hope you know that."

"If you are lucky enough to have us come on your face, make sure you sincerely thank us, and tell us how good it tastes."

"Yes, Mr White. Of course."

"If you put on a dress in the morning at home and you cannot see the outline of your nipples then it is not tight enough, and you must change it."

"Yes, Mr White."

"When you want to go to the restroom, you will ask permission from Tracy first. You will say "Please Miss Tracy may I please have your permission to go and empty my slutty bladder?' or "Please Miss Tracy may I please have your permission to go and squeeze out some shit from my favourite hole?"

"Yes, Miss Candice. I will do that from now on. Thank you for your great idea."

"And when you go to the toilet, you will always keep the door of the cubicle open so that anyone who wants to watch may do so."

"Yes, Miss Candice."

"Whenever you are sitting in a public place, whether it’s in our break room or perhaps at a restaurant or on a bus, we expect you to have your knees apart by at least 18 inches at all time. Whenever a man looks at you you smile nicely back at him, and push your tits out to show him you are available to him."

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

"And while we are on the subject of traveling, regardless of the weather, we always expect you to travel to and from work on public transport in a pre-approved cocktail dress, nipples pushing through the fabric as previously instructed, high heels, black stockings and always wearing one of Tracy's dog collars."

"Yes, Mr Fleming. But what dog collars?"

Candice spoke. "Monica - I have treated you to a new handbag. Do you like it?" She held up a clear, thick plastic handbag, with a bright chrome zipper and black plastic strap. Monica did not look at the handbag. She looked at what was in it. Very obvious to see through the clear plastic bag was a large, naturally looking 12" dildo, a dozen or so loose condoms, a small vibrator, some lipstick, a 5 inch bright red butt plug, a tube of lubricant, a pair of white panties and a pair of metal handcuffs.

"Yes," stammered Monica. "Thank you Miss Candice. I like it very much."

"As you have probably already guessed," I said, "we'd like you to keep all the whorish sex toys in the bag, so people can clearly see what a slut you are. We want you to carry this whenever you are outside the offices."

"Yes. Of course, Mr Fleming. Please sir, can you tell me what do you mean by the dog collars?"

"Tracy has taken considerable effort to make you some very nice, monogrammed, black leather dog collars" said Simmonds. "The bill to get these made came to $1280. Please pay her back tomorrow. You will always wear a dog collar unless you have been specifically asked by one of us not to. You will wear a different one each day."

He reached into a pouch he had by his chair and placed all of the collars on the conference table.

“Read them out to us, Monica.”

'I Am The Office Whore'

'I Suck Cock For Cash'

'I Love Daddy’s Cock'

'I Love Cock In My Ass'

'Please Rape Me'

'I Am A Slut Cunt'

'Please Fuck My Tits''

'My Cunt Is For Hire'

‘My Cunt Is Yours.’

'I Swallow Come'

‘I Love Eating Come’

'I Masturbate All Day'

'Miss Slut Cunt'

'Your Cock Hole'

'Please Skull Fuck Me'

and

'Please Hurt Me'

"Which is your favourite, Monica?"

She thought for a moment, then said "The 'Please Fuck My Tits' one is best, I think."

"Monica, I was wondering if you could show us how you would entertain us with a good hard five minutes of self-pleasuring?" Candice reached into Monica's new handbag and pulled out the cock coloured dildo. "Use this. Begin now." She tossed the plastic cock onto the table.

"You mean here? Now?"

"Yes," smiled Candice, "I want to make sure that you put on a thrilling enough show for any one that asks you to masturbate for them. For a slutty whore like you, Monica, it's an important skill to have." She smiled when she saw the look of anguish on her face.

"Sit on the edge of the table, Monica, and put on a good show for us," I encouraged.

Monica got from her all fours position and sat in front of us. She reached for the dildo and spat all over it, hoping to glide it easier into her dry pussy. She opened her legs wide so we could all see her smooth cunt. With tears forming in her eyes, she very slowly slid the cock into herself and began to slowly masturbate.

"Put some effort into it. You haven't even got me hard," complained Paulson.

Monica began to add some fake, pleasurable sighs and moans and began to feign the look of sexual pleasure on her tear stained face. The thick, veiny cock slid back and forth faster and deeper into her pussy. I noticed the guys slip their hand down their trousers and begin to stroke their cocks. Candice was smiling, transfixed at the sight before. With her other hand Monica began to cup and squeeze her tits. She threw her head back in fake orgasm and pretended to come, with decent enough noises and gasps to almost convince us it was for real.

"Not bad, cunt," said Simmonds, and we all broke out a round of applause.

“Great show, Monica,” said White. “Have you thought of becoming a porn star?”

“Yes, I have, Mr White.”

“Do you want to become a porn star?” pressed White.

“Yes.”

“Would it turn you on to think your family could watch one of your movies, and see that their lovely daughter fucking a bunch of men for money?”

“Yes, that would turn me on, Mr White.”

"Did you enjoy masturbating in front of us, Monica?"

"Yes, Miss Candice."

"And now onto your punishments. Jimmy?"

"You didn't smile at me very convincingly when you saw me in the break room yesterday, and you never rubbed your ass against my cock when we were in the elevator together on Monday. I also didn't feel you put a lot of effort into our tit fucking session this morning. I had to keep telling you to push your tits together tighter. So I think I am going to spank your ass 20 times for those indiscretions, and hopefully we see an improvement over this coming week."

“Thank you for being so kind, Mr White,” said Monica. “I will certainly try harder. Thank you.”

"Fair enough. Bob?"

"Well, I didn't think that the dress you wore last Friday was short enough. You need to take off several inches from that. We want to see the bottom of your ass curve on all of your dresses, Monica. I was pleased with all of your throat fucks this week but I do think you need to show much more gratitude when, as we mentioned earlier, we come over her face. I asked you to keep smiling when I smacked your tits on Monday and several times your smile disappeared. Very disappointing, Monica. In total, I think 30 hard spanks should cover it."

“Thank you, sir. I am always grateful when you come over my face, and I love how you fuck my throat.  I promise to do better and show you my love and gratitude when you hurt my tits.”

It was Paulson's turn.

"Monica, when I say I want a dead fuck, what do you think that means?"

"It means you want to fuck me as if I was dead. I am to show no emotion, say nothing, minimize my breathing, eyes open and looking in the distance or blankly at the ceiling. I am not to move."

"That's right, Monica. So when I fuck that hungry cunt of yours next time and I want a dead fuck, you'd better do just that. No heavy, lustful breathing,  no closing your eyes when you come, no opening your mouth. You stay still and silent. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir. I am sorry I disappointed you. I will be better next time."

“I am going to be generous and give you 25 hard tit slaps, and four across the face.”

“Thank you, Mr Paulson. I am so sorry.”

"Alright, Monica. So now we need to administer your punishment. For once I'd like to give you the choice on how you receive this. Remember that your body is ours for the next year, and we do not want it blemished too much more after Mr Chung. You can choose between my leather belt, this riding crop that Tracy has kindly brought with her, or if you prefer, we will spank you by hand, but if you want us to do that we will do it in the break room at lunch time, so everyone can watch. Well, Monica. What's it to be?"

"I'd like it very much if I was spanked in the break room, please Mr Fleming, so that I am deeply humiliated in front of all of the staff."

"What do you say, Monica?"

"Thank you for your comments and helping me become a better office slut. Pleasuring all of you, sucking your cocks and making you all come is my only concern."

Later

Candice led Richard Henderson to his new office.

“We are thrilled to have you as part of the company, Mr Henderson. Mr Fleming will be down later to make sure everything is OK. Your assistant, Ashley, is also new to the company so we hope you both settle in quickly.”

“Thank you, Candice, for hiring me. I am so pumped to be here,” he grinned, looking around his new office. “I can’t wait to get started and, well, I am just so excited to be here!”

“Good,” smiled Candice. “I like your enthusiasm. We work hard, play hard and pay well, Mr Henderson. Please remember that.”

“Candice?” said Henderson, looking behind his desk. “There is someone underneath my desk.”

“That is Monica, Mr Henderson. She will be sucking your cock. It’s a welcome gift from Mr Fleming. Once her mouth is full of your come she will ask your permission to swallow, and then she will leave you to get on with your work. If you wish to see her again you will need to speak to Mr Fleming or his assistant, Tracy.”

“Seriously?”

“She is the office whore, Mr Henderson. It’s her job to satisfy you. You may be as forceful with her as you wish. Now, I suggest you  get your cock in her mouth as soon as you can as Monica is scheduled to go up to the executive floor in twenty minutes’ time, and Monica doesn’t like to be late, do you Monica?”

“No, Miss Candice,” came the voice from under the desk.

“Are you excited to have a brand new cock in your mouth?

“Yes, Miss Candice.”

“I bet you are. I will be back shortly to make sure Mr Henderson has just had the best blowjob he has ever had.”

“He will have, Miss Candice. I am going to suck him so hard, Miss Candice. As hard as I can.”

Henderson went over and sat in the Hermann Miller chair, looking in amazement down at Monica.

Candice saw the back of Monica’s head rise up between Henderson’s legs.

“May I please suck you cock, Mr Henderson? I’d love to suck you and make you come, Mr Henderson. Please let me.”

He looked at Candice, who nodded.

“Yes. Yes you may.”

Candice watched Monica fumble with his trousers and sink her head down onto his shaft. He put his hands on the back of her head, loosened his tie and leaned back into pleasure. Candice smiled, and left.

“Ashley? Mr Henderson has arrived. Please give him twenty minutes to sort out a few things and then you may go in and introduce yourself.”

The pretty, blonde girl looked up from her desk and smiled. “Of course, Candice.”

“Oh – and Ashley – all of the management team in this company are men, apart from me that is. I think it would behoove you to dress more appropriately. Please look at how the other members of staff dress.”

Ashley looked around and saw beautiful women in very short skirts, plunging necklines and tight tops.

“I expect to see you in something more provocative tomorrow, Ashley.”

“Yes, Candice. You will.”

“Your breasts – D cups?” said Candice looking at the young girl’s tits.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s make sure everyone can enjoy them, Ashley. They look beautiful.”

Ashley blushed, and sat upright, so that Candice couldn’t see down her top.

“Yes, Candice. I will wear something nicer tomorrow.”

Candice went back to her office, closed the door, thought of Ashley’s tits, and masturbated.

Chapter 4: Monica's Internet Show

"Ah," Monica sighed. "That's it. That's it."

Her landlord's cock slid into her for the first time. He hissed his lust at his naked tenant writhing beneath him. His very own hot, cock hungry tenant. Stretched out invitingly on the bed, yearning him to take her. She instinctively raised her hips to meet him, to force his cock deep into her warm, tight depths.

"Oh, Mr Ramirez. You're cock feels so good. So, so good." She turned her head to the side to look into one of the hidden camera lenses. No doubt  in that moment she was thinking about all of us at the office watching her, watching her performance today, watching her convince Mr Ramirez that she had always wanted to use her body to pay for her rent. She had told him how she had always imagined his cock since when she first moved in. How she masturbated time and time again, wishing so desperately that he would knock on her door, and come in, and fuck her.

But now Monica laid back, thrust her tits up to him, wrapped her legs around him, and pleaded with him to fuck her as hard as he could. Fuck her like he owned her. And that he did. He pounded into her, relishing her tight body. He kneaded her tits and spat into her open mouth. He told her how beautiful she was, how tight her cunt was, how he much wanted to fuck her ass. And she said yes Mr Ramirez, yes you can, you can fuck me whenever you want to, however you want to. She told him how desperate she was for his hard cock. Monica completely submitted to her him, just as she was told to.

The microphones and cameras we had set up were recording everything. There were a dozen or so people in my office watching and cheering Ramirez on, not that he could hear, but it was like watching a sports game on TV.

“Fuck her!” yelled White.

“C’mon Ramirez, make her ass bleed!” whooped Paulson.

Tracy stood just in front of me so I could feel her ass and rub my cock against her the whole time.

The man’s hands found her tits again and squeezed the firm flesh. "My tits are yours, Mr Ramirez. Whenever you want them......ah, I love your cock so much....keep fucking me.....my tits...there is no need to feel embarrassed when you want to look at them. They are your tits, whenever my rent is due...."

Ramirez grabbed them while he slid his dirty cock into her, and man handled them, and made her yelp out in pain. He pulled on her nipples, and placed his hands around her throat.

”Aaargh.. Mr Ramirez, you are so strong.  Please fuck me from behind, Mr Ramirez. So you can look at my ass."

“Nice move, Monica,” I said. “She’s got him away from her throat by getting him to fuck her on all fours.”

“You are so hard!” laughed Tracy, grinding her ass against me.

"Yes, yes," Ramirez grunted. He pulled his rigid cock from her and she quickly turned around and raised her ass towards him.

"Quickly, Mr Ramirez. Get your cock back in me..."

He needed no encouragement. His cock was soon sliding back in to her cunt. He grabbed onto her ass and began to ferociously thrust. His hands reached around and mauled her tits, back to her ass, pulling on her hair, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her.

"Do you like fucking me instead of me paying for rent, Mr Ramirez?"

"Yes. Yes I do," he gasped. "You are mine to fuck. I fuck you every month now. Every month we fuck."

"You can fuck my ass if you want to. I know you want to. I love hard cock fucking my ass. Please fuck my...."

Before she could finish Ramirez’s body began to convulse and heave into orgasm. He sighed a deep moan and pumped his come into her body. He slumped forward and collapsed onto her, panting and gasping for air. Monica's lustful look immediately fell from her as soon as he couldn't see her face, and she looked coldly at the camera, the look of hate and contempt clear to see.

Back in my office and people started to file out and get back to their desks, having all thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon's entertainment.

"Tracy - don't you go.“  I pushed her slightly forwards so she was now laying over my desk, her fantastic ass curving out towards me. She knew what was coming, widening her feet and allowing me to move in closer behind her. So that I could fuck her. She loved getting fucked over my desk.

I unbuttoned my fly and took out my hard cock. I gently fucked her ass crack for a few moments, then lifted up her skirt and sank myself with a sigh of pleasure into her soaking pussy. We didn't talk, we just enjoyed each other. My hands clenched onto the tight flesh of her ass and I looked down to my glistening cock pumping hard and deep into her. I looked over to one of the monitors and watched as Monica licked Mr Ramirez‘s clock clean, and then got dressed herself. Tracy moaned and gasped, her pleasure ripping through her as I continued to fuck her, urgently increasing my force and penetration. I leaned over her, brushing aside her red hair, and kissed the back of her neck.

“I love fucking you, Tracy. I love fucking you so much.” I kissed her again and nibbled gently on her ear. “Your ass makes me so hard. You are so beautiful, Tracy.”

She arched her back a little and fucked back onto my cock, sensually moving her delicious ass, pushing her pussy onto my invading cock.

I straightening back up and focused on my fucking, and knew I could not hang on too much longer.

I caressed her ass, and then surged forward, gasping, moaning, thrusting deep and hard, my seed spraying deep into her pussy.

Later.

"Monica - come in and take a seat."

Monica undressed by the office door and walked over to the chair in front of my desk. All she was wearing was a tight one piece dress with no underwear, so it didn't take long. She kept her four inch heels on. She sat down in front of me and opened her legs wide.

“What collar did you decide to wear today, Monica?”

“'I Love My Daddy’s Cock'”

“Nice. And do you love your father’s cock?”

“Yes”, she said quietly, looking down.

“Say it. And eyes on me, Monica.”

“I love my father’s cock.”

“Do you want to suck him?”

“Yes. I want to suck my father’s cock.”

I held her gaze for a moment, enjoying her discomfort, and in the end I just had to crack a smile.

"Now then. I assume that despite a couple of months of this, Monica, it still excites you to be naked in front of me?"

"Yes, it does sir. Very much."

Fucking lying bitch, I thought. But nevertheless, my cock still hardened at the sight. She was a beautiful girl, despite everything she had been put through. She was someone I felt I could never get bored of humiliating and fucking. Maybe when she was old and unattractive, but right now she was as tight as a drum and every guy that ever looked at her wanted to fuck her. She just oozed sexuality.

"Did you enjoy your landlord’s cock? Did he fuck you hard enough so that you came?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you for asking."

"Will he be seeing you again soon?"

"I don't know. At least one a month when his rent is due, I hope."

"Well, make sure he knows how badly you want his cock. And next time if he doesn't fuck you in the ass I will put a call in to Mr Chung."

"There is no need for that, Mr Fleming. I would like nothing more than having my landlord fuck my ass. Hopefully he can fuck it as hard as you fuck it, sir."

“It is good that you are learning to pay for things using your cunt.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I am pleased at the money I will be saving. Thank you for teaching me.”

I smiled at her response.

"I've been thinking about your morning workout. I don't like it that you go to the gym that's what, six or seven blocks away from here? It seems you are wasting time going to and from that place. I think you should work out here. What do you think?”

“Yes, alright. I can work out here and then get quickly back to sucking on hard cock.”

“Why do you think the gym is important, Monica?”

“To keep my body as tight as possible, so I am as fuckable and desirable as I can be. I want to make men look at me and think about fucking me.”

“That’s right Monica. I’d like you to work out here in the basement of this building. So I know where you are. Equipment was installed yesterday so you can start right now. Shall we go and take a look? Walk in front of me so I can look at your ass as you move. Let's go to the elevator."

Monica picked up her dress off the floor and walked off, her knees raising high like a pony girls' canter. I followed behind and I asked Monica to stop once we got to Tracy, sitting behind her desk, pounding away on the keyboard.

“This novel of yours had better be good.”

“I hope so.”

"Tit check, if you please Tracy."

"Of course, Mr Fleming." She got up and walked around to where Monica stood. Her hands quickly moved onto Monica’s tits - which she kindly pushed out for Tracy - and began to play and explore their shape and weight.

"They feel good, Mr Fleming. Considering it has a whore's tits." Tracy took the nipples between her thumb and index finger and dug in, hard. Monica instinctively pulled back and gasped in pain. "But it clearly needs to work on being able to present itself better. I think it should be able to present its tits to me by now without pulling away on the slightest touch. Your tits belong to us now, Monica. Understand?"

Monica nodded. "Yes. My tits belong to you."

Tracy stepped over to me and slipped her hand down the inside of my trousers to find my hard cock. "But this feels so much better," she cooed, and kissed me on the lips. I paused for several seconds, enjoying her touch, before I pushed Monica in the back and we moved on towards the elevator.

"B for basement, Monica. Press the button in with your tongue." Monica bent over and did as she was told. I rested my hand on her ass as we descended down 14 floors to the basement and she obediently pushed her bottom into my hand.

"Thank you for feeling up my ass, Mr Fleming. You have such nice hands." she said. We stepped out of the elevator.

"That way," I said, pointing down a corridor. 'And take your second left." Monica pranced off as instructed.

"This room is just for you, Monica. I have a key. Tracy has a key. You will ask one of us to let you in each and every morning. You will work out hard for ninety minutes, every week day. Let's go in."

I unlocked the door. There were about 5 pieces of equipment, a rack of free weights, a treadmill and an elliptical to keep her ass tight. "There is everything you need here. I want 20 minutes of weights, 20 minutes on the elliptical and 30 minutes on the treadmill. You can mix in the other equipment with whatever time you have left." I looked at my watch. It was nearly 11 o'clock.

"Now, you will see we have a screen in front of the treadmill, along with a web cam. Usually you will start the treadmill at 8am sharp, but today we are going to start the show at 11."

"The show?"

"'Monica's Workout' is going to broadcast live on the web. You'll see we have cameras all over the room. But right now we are just going to start on the treadmill. Mr Simmonds’ entire marketing department has been working on promoting the show - we think we have about 2000 viewers tuning in this morning - it's a free preview show today, you see. But we want you to actively promote the show. We want you to get the show up to 50,000 daily viewers, every day. You'll be able to read their messages running across the bottom of this monitor, and they will be able to hear you and, of course, watch your every move. The hotter you make your workout, the more subscribers we get paying $25 a month. I will leave it to your imagination how to get to 50,000 subscribers. All members of staff have free access and I am sure they will be watching every day, so there is no need to pester them. Once you reach 50,000 we will stop the show and look at getting you into porn movies. I think that's fair, don't you?"

Monica was lost in thought, working out the numbers, wondering what the hell she could do to make her daily exercise routine of interest to all of these people.

"Monica?"

"Yes...yes... I think that is fair."

"Well, I will leave you to it. The shower is through that door there – we’ll web cam that up and get the other cameras activated over the next week or two. I will expect you in my office after lunch begging to suck my cock. Would you like to eat out Tracy’s pussy too?"

“Yes Mr Fleming. I would like that.”

I turned and left her to get on with it.

In my office I had a big screen set up so that I could watch and read the text messages, and by the time I had gotten back and logged in Monica was already on the treadmill, running naked, her tits bouncing, her mouth open, her hands caressing herself...it was going better than I could have imagined. Tracy looked at me through the glass wall and gave me a nice thumbs up. I waved her in so we could watch the show together.

The constant text feed from the viewers was, of course, deplorable.

"Nice tits. Luv how they bounce. Wanna fuck u. Cunt. Run fster - mke yr tits bounce more. Can I come and fuck you? Masturbaing now. WHore. Suck my dick, cunt.  Pinch your nips. harder. Cunt. Wanna come over your tits. U like getting in the ass? want to throut fck u. Gr8 tits. V. fuckable.  Monica - do you escort? Posh whore. BIG TITZZZZZZZ.  I want my big black cock up yus pussy. I want tyo make you prgnant with my blclk son. I wnt to hurt u. Would you eat my shit for $5? Do u like to suck cock? Bet you swallow, cunt. Can I fist you? My dad is 73 - will u com over and fuck him? I want to piss on you. Nice tits. Put clothes pegs oin yr nipples. I want to beat your tits and make you cry, Monica. Faster, cunt. Run faster., yud run mch fastr with my cock up yr ass. Wanna rape you. Wood you eet my shit? "

The abuse was constant and appalling. Monica cried. Tracy and myself pissed ourselves laughing.

Chapter 5: Amanda

"Mr Fleming - this is my sister Amanda."

"Hello, Amanda."

"Hello."

"Do come in." I stepped aside to let the delectable Amanda into our plush Hotel Monaco suite. I looked at her fantastic ass as she moved by. I made no attempt to hide my approval from Monica, who noted my stare at her little sister's butt. She looked a little younger than her 18 years. Shorter than Monica, but with longer, straight dark hair that fell further over her shoulders. Her short grey skirt did little to hide her lovely long legs and her small tits pushed invitingly against the tightly buttoned down white shirt. She was as pretty as her sister. Maybe more so, her youth adding to her appeal. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to see her face when I sank my cock into her.

Amanda looked at her sister, dressed in a low cut black dress, the hem line just below her ass cheeks, her nipples straining against the thin material.

"Mon - you look so hot tonight!" Amanda said with a smile.

"Thanks, but I dress like this all the time. I work hard at keeping in shape and it's a shame to hide all the goodies away, isn't it?" she said, laughing, catching my gaze. "Drink?"

"Sure - what ya got?" replied Amanda, trying to sound grown up.

"How about a nice vodka tonic for you, you naughty girl, and the usual for you, Mr Fleming?"

"Yes."

Monica busied herself by the drinks tray and there was a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Monica,” said Amanda, plucking the courage to speak. “What is that you have on around your neck? A leather choker?"

I think she already knew the answer.

"Oh...it's just a present from one of my co-workers, that's all."

"What does it say, Monica?" I asked, as innocently as I could.

Monica hesitated, just for a second, and then caught my eye.

"Please Fuck My Tits''

Again, the room fell silent. I looked at Amanda. Her initial look of horror and surprise quickly gave way to a broad smile. Monica brought over our drinks.

"Mon - what the hell has gotten into you? You are behaving and dressing like some slut or something. And that video I got the other day – was that really you? I couldn’t tell for sure, but it certainly looked like you."

“What video was that?” I asked, trying to conceal my smile.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just some clip of people having some pretty hard core sex. A bit embarrassing really, but it came from your work email account, Mon. Was it you?”

"I kind of like my collar," she said, changing the subject. "It's kind of edgy. Sexy. Don't you think?"

"What did the one say you were wearing yesterday, Monica?" I teased.

"Mr Fleming - it said 'I Swallow Come' "

"For fuck's sake Mon. What has gotten into you?? And was it you in the video? It was, wasn’t it?"

"No, Amanda! Don’t be silly! It wasn’t me. I don’t even know what you are talking about.”

“Do you have your phone here Amanda? Good – do you mind if I see it?”

Amanda tapped her screen and I sat next to her, close enough to smell her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I nonchalantly pushed the outside of my leg against hers while we sat and watched a couple of minutes of video.

“Monica,” I said. “That is you! And that is Mr Chung, a very important client of ours!! You even have your collar on! What the hell are you doing fucking my clients in our offices?”

“Wait a sec, Mr Fleming. If I scroll it back to the beginning…now watch this….I can’t believe what I am seeing!”

I looked down to what was now the start of the movie, the movie that I shot, and faked my horror and disbelief when I saw Mr Chung rain his blows down onto Monica’s poor tits. Her beautiful, full tits receiving pain. Such an exciting thrill to see. Oh, and Monica’s cries, and her begging him not to stop. My god. Beautiful, horrific cries. My cock began to harden, and I made no attempt to hide my arousal from Amanda.

“Jesus, Monica. What the fuck?”

My hard on was now threatening to burst through my trousers.

Amanda turned to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” Her mouth was fixed, but her eyes were smiling. I knew she had seen my bulge.

“Yes,” I calmly replied. “I am. You?”

She didn’t reply, but made a show of looking down to my crotch again. She could have moved away from me, but she didn’t. I pressed my leg just fractionally harder against hers. I knew she could feel it.

Monica looked worried. I could see her mind racing ahead, trying to talk her way out of this one.

"I am stunned, Monica. You sent the video to Mom and Dad too! You never used to be like this. You were always very prim and proper. Since when have you begged men to hurt your boobs? Is that some sort of kinky thing for you?”

“Yes. It is Amanda.” Monica was shamed, but was holding back her usual fucking tears. Well done, Monica!

“And anal? That is him fucking your ass, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, Amanda. I don’t know what came over me that day.”

“I would say Mr Chung came over you, Monica,” I said, laughing, and getting a smile out of Amanda.

“And do you wear chokers with sex slogans on every day?"

"Yes."

"What do other ones say?"

"I can't remember all of them. It's not a big deal, Amanda. It's just a joke, really."

"You must remember some of the others, Monica," I said. "Surely..."

"Well... one did say 'I Masturbate All Day' and I think I have another that says 'Please Skull Fuck Me'.

"Fuck me, Mon. Fuck me. I don't know what to say...." Amanda looked at me and she was doing her best to hide her smile. I winked back.

Monica sat down and we silently sipped our drinks.  Monica told Amanda that I was her boss and how well her career and job was going. She told her that she was going to get promoted and that she was making enough money to help out her parents. I could see Amanda was acting impressed at how well her sister was doing, though clearly her mind was on her collar, her masochistic streak and her penchant for getting cock in her ass.

Another round of drinks.

"Mon - you have worked so hard and deserve everything you have got, but I don't get why you have become such a slut overnight."

I couldn't help but smile at that comment.

Monica paused. I knew this was it. It was coming now...

"Amanda - if we want men to like us, and look after us, give us jobs, promotions and buy us nice things, we need to take care of them." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "We do this by pleasuring them whenever we can, and letting them touch us whenever they want to. Dressing sexily for them, you know? We can make them want us more by working out and making our bodies firm and nice, and if a man looks at you, give him a nice smile back. “

"Mon - I know where this is going. You have fucked your way to the top, right? Has she, Mr Fleming?"

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at Amanda, wondering what sort of come noises she makes, if she has a boyfriend that fucks her as hard as I want to.

"Well, er, yes, sort of, but a little more than that.” Monica stumbled on. “I mean I still have a great job, but I also provide more intimate services when required. Amanda - we all do it, and it's a great, fantastic life. Some girls spend all day in front of a computer monitor and spending long hours in the office, working all of the weekends, hoping that in ten years they get a promotion and another $3k a year. But I spend my time in great clothes, in the company of great men, in the finest hotels all over the world."

"....Getting laid."

"Yes. Alright Amanda. I get laid. There - I said it.  I make myself available to them 24 hours a day. I suck their dicks and let them come all over me. I love it. I absolutely love it. Satisfied now?" Monica was lying through her teeth. She hated every second of her fucked up life, but she was selling the story as well as I could expect. I was loving it, and so was my cock.

“And you let men hurt you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

Amanda went quiet and tried to digest what her sister had just told her. "I didn't know things were like that for you. Are you a high class prostitute?"

Monica looked nervously at me, not sure how to respond. “No. I work for Mr Fleming’s company.” She paused again. “I think the sooner you start sucking on cock the quicker you will get a nicer life."

"I am not sure many big sisters would be giving out that sort of advice to their little sisters, Mon."

"You're eighteen, Amanda. You have a nice pair of firm tits. Your ass looks great. Your long legs men will find very desirable. Have you not noticed men looking at you by now?"

".....yes. Of course. I am not a child anymore."

"That means they want to touch you, to feel your body. They want to kiss you and feel your ass. They want to put their cock in your mouth. They want to fuck you. You do want to touch a man's cock, don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so, Mon, but not really to get ahead in my career. Can we not talk about this stuff with Mr Fleming sitting right here?"

I could see Monica was getting frustrated because she didn't want to displease me.

"I know what we can do," I said, wanting to raise the stakes. "Amanda, would you like to watch how your sister pleases her bosses and how she has gotten on so well in the company?"

Amanda looked at Monica, not sure how to respond.

"Amanda - I think that's a fantastic idea. You can watch and learn, and get to see Mr Fleming's glorious cock in action."

I could see a nervous smile creep across Amanda's face, and I knew she was going to agree. I decided to take a gamble.

"Amanda - if you want to watch me fuck your sister – and I know you do - there is one condition. You must take all of your clothes off. We are going to get naked, so I think you should too. Monica?"

"Yes, Amanda. It will get you more in the mood."

"There is only us, Amanda, and I am sure Monica has already seen you naked in the shower loads of times..."

She looked hesitant.

"I will let you touch my cock, Amanda. I know you want to do that, don't you? You haven’t stopped looking at my erection all night."

She looked at me, half smiling, nervous, deciding if I was the real villain in the room. I stood up, and saw her eyes again drift down to look at the outline of my cock straining against my trousers. I went over to her sister and began to pull down on her one piece dress, letting it drop to the floor and exposing her entire body to Amanda. Monica made no effort to cover herself up. I went behind her and cupped her tits, started to fuck against her tight ass, and smiled over to Amanda.

“Well?” I said. “Would you like to touch my cock? Your sister has made me so hard, Amanda.”

"Yes. Alright then. I will." She began to unbutton her shirt. “I would like to touch it. But I am only going to take my top off. You are not going to see my privates.” This was too easy. It must run in the family.

"Your privates?” I laughed. “This is not 1930, Amanda. OK, I agree, but you must take off your bra. I want to see you.”

She covered her young tits with her arm as she reached around to undo the clasp, and then dropped the undergarment to the floor.

Monica walked over to the bed and stood with her legs slightly parted, her hands behind her head, back arched. As she had been taught.

"That's better, Amanda. Very nice. But if you are going to look at my cock, I want to look at your breasts. Please drop your arm and relax. Open your legs a little. That's right. That's nice. Very nice, Amanda. You are such a beautiful girl. I hope one day it is you lying in front of me, eager to get fucked, instead of your sister. Would you like to watch me fuck your teenage sister one day, Monica?"

"Yes, I would like to watch you fuck my teenage sister, Mr Fleming. How would you like me?"

"On the bed, on all fours, please Monica, ass towards me. And you may as well begin masturbating. Amanda, come and sit by the bed so you can see for yourself what a cock expert your big sister is."

I cupped her ass as she walked by (she didn’t move away) and I stood by Monica, my cock just inches from her ass.

"Your tight little body has made me very hard, Amanda. Would you like to see my cock?"

"Yes."

"Then ask to see it."

"Can I see your cock?"

"Ask politely."

"Can I please see your cock, Mr Fleming?"

"That's better. Monica, would you do the honours?"

Monica spun around on the bed so her mouth was now close to my cock. While she undid my belt, loosened my trousers and pulled them down, I quickly slipped out of my tie and shirt and stepped out of my trousers. My hard cock bobbled in front of Monica's face, and I brushed it against her skin and lips. Amanda’s eyes feasted on my cock, her look was full of lust.

“Monica, tell Amanda your favourite hole.”

“My ass.”

“Is that where you like to get fucked the most?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming,” she said, quietly.

“Say it, Monica, so your sister fully understands.”

“Amanda – I love getting fucked in the ass.”

“Why do you like it so much in your ass, Mon?”

“Uhm, I feel really full when a hard cock is deep inside me, I come harder and I know my butt hole is tighter than my pussy, so I can make the man come harder too, and that’s the most important thing.”

Amanda, I could see, was thoroughly enjoying the demise of her big sister.

"Amanda – why don’t you come over here and put my cock into your sister's mouth? Clearly that is what she wants, and best not to keep her waiting."

The young girl came over and once again I placed my hand on her ass, this time sliding my hand up under her skirt, squeezing the tight flesh. She looked down at my aroused cock and tentatively reached for it, gently placing her fingers around my girth. Instinctively her hand moved up and down the length, exploring the soft skin, the ridge, the hardness.

“Have you touched a cock before, Amanda?”

“Yes, I have,” she whispered back, her hand continuing to slide and caress my shaft. “It was you filming Mon getting fucked, wasn’t it?”

I looked at her and smiled.

“Is my sister in trouble?”

“She was. But she is paying off her debt now.”

“I see.” She played briefly with my balls and then gently moved back up to my cock head. She was driving me crazy. She knew what she was doing.

“Your super tight ass is making me extra hard, Amanda, “ I said, giving her rear a firm squeeze. “Do you like how my cock feels?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I do.”

"Go and tell Monica what you want her to do," I said.

"Mon, I want you to suck Mr Fleming's cock. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, Amanda. I would love to suck on his beautiful, hard cock."

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and pushed her tongue out. Amanda continued to caress my erection, and then gently pointed it towards her sister's waiting mouth.

"Show me what a good cock sucker you are, Mon," she said, and pulled me into her. Monica's lips closed around me and sucked me into the back of her mouth over her wet tongue. Amanda smiled and watched her sister go to work. I pushed my hips forward so that most of my cock was inside her. Monica gagged and struggled a little, and I fucked forwards so that she now had all of me. I pulled Amanda tight to me, squeezed her ass hard and kissed her, passionately. My other hand moved up to fondle her young breasts. Amanda responded, her mouth opened to my tongue and she pushed her smooth body against mine. Her tits felt so damn good, so fucking firm. Her small nipples hardened with passion and my hands ran all over her body, marveling at her youth and tightness. I began fucking Monica's mouth. Small, rhythmic strokes back and forth, over her tongue and into her throat.

"I wish this was your mouth, Amanda. Don't you wish you were sucking my cock right now?" 

Her hand fell down to encircle the base of my sliding cock.

"Perhaps," she said with a smile. "Perhaps..."

"Come to my office next week..."

Amanda broke off the kiss. I think she was learning how to tease. She turned and allowed me one last squeeze of her ass. She sat back down next to the bed and ran her hands over her tits. "Let me watch you fuck my sister."

I turned my attention back to Monica. I put a hand behind her head and pulled her onto my cock, so her lips were pushed all the way to my root. I held her there, watching her body convulse as she struggled to take me all in. I reached around and squeezed her tit as hard as I could. I pulled my cock out, all of the way, then fucked back in, hard and brutal. I repeated, again and again, enjoying the pained expression on Monica's face.

"Monica? Anything to say?" as I rammed back in. Her pleading eyes looked up at me and she tried to nod, her mouth full of hard cock. I pulled out, along with a mug full of saliva.

"Yes...yes" she gasped, struggling for breath. "I want to thank you for fucking my face and for letting my hot sister Amanda watch. I love it when you fuck my mouth. Please fuck my mouth as hard as you can so I can show my sister what a good cock sucking whore I have become."

I turned to look at Amanda, who was now smiling wildly, unable to contain the joy at seeing her sister behaving like this. I pounded into her mouth for a few more minutes before telling Monica to turn around so that I could shove my cock into her pussy.

"Fuck her," Amanda urged. "Fuck her hard."

Monica was on all fours, her ass pushed back towards me, her pussy awaiting its meal.

My cock slid in easily, and we both sighed into the wonderful feelings racing around our bodies. I held her there, my cock buried deep, my hand on her hips pulling her onto me. I was as hard as steel now and  I began fucking her slowly, deep firm strokes, savoring each inch of my cock's journey in and out of the smooth cunt.

“Mr Fleming – how long before Mon pays you back whatever it is she owes?”

“She owes me time, Amanda,” I grunted, fucking a little harder.

“Oh? How long is that?”

“She has about 7 months to go.”

“Excellent.” Amanda understood. She smiled broadly and relaxed into her chair, caressing her own breasts, her eyes fixated on my thrusting cock. “7 months of this. Wow….”

Monica was now rocking back and forth to my increasing rhythm.

"Oh, that's so good....so good...your cock feels so good."

I gripped her ass tightly and began fucking her harder. Our bodies slapped together as we wallowed in the sensations of sex. I pulled on her black hair so her back arched and she raised herself off of her arms. She was now kneeling, her ass pushed against me, her back against my chest, her tits thrust out, her mouth open, gasping at my now violent thrusts. I squeezed both of her tits and forced my cock forever deeper into her. I pushed two fingers into her ass, right up to the knuckle. I hissed into her ear, telling her what a whore she is, what a dreadful example she is  to her sister. My cock pounded on. I told her how I'd much rather be fucking her sister, how much more beautiful Amanda is than her, how I knew that Amanda would be so soon choking on my cock, begging me to fuck her just like Monica does. Just like Monica does every single lunchtime.

I pulled out and pushed Monica over, so her tits were facing up. I climbed on top of her and sank my cock back in to her cunt, roughly kissing her and feeling her tits, pushing my fingers in her mouth to clean her ass off, which she did so. I pinched her nipples and bit into her flesh. I bit her neck, her shoulder and then feasted on her tits, biting deeply and painfully. She gasped in pain, and I bit even harder, hurting her nipples and tender flesh.

"Fuck me......" She pleaded, begging me not to stop, begging me to  keep on fucking her with all my strength. Amanda now had a hand up under her skirt and was masturbatin. Her legs wide apart, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her face drenched in lust.

I raised my ass into the air and thrust into Monica with as much force as I could. I fucked her ruthlessly.

I flipped her to one side so I could spoonfuck her. Monica was now facing her sister, and I could see Amanda stare into her sister's eyes. My cock quickly found it's rhythm again and began its relentless pounding. My hands gripped her ass, her tits, I shoved my fingers back into her mouth, I pulled on her nipples. And still I kept on fucking her. Monica came. I wasn't sure if it was real or not, I didn't really care. Her body stretched tightly as a series of loud gasps escaped her open mouth.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god...."

I squeezed her tits hard and pulled my cock out of her. "I am coming too," I gasped, and quickly straddled her chest so that my cock was once again fucking her mouth. I loved fucking her mouth. I loved watching my cock slip past her lips and on into the suction. I fucked down into her mouth, furiously chasing my orgasm, pounding into her, gagging her, using her, abusing her and then, and then, coming inside her, coming hard into her throat, filling her with my seed. Wave upon wave of sexual ecstasy gripped my body and my cock erupted into the intensity of release, spurting come down her throat and over her face. I continued to fuck her messed up face, gasping and moaning, thrashing my cock into her, prolonging my pleasure as long as I could until I could fuck no more.

I collapsed on her, my cock twitching as the last drops of come pumped into her face.

"Clean my cock," I said and stood up, just in front of Amanda so that she could see her slutty sister perform her duties. Monica got to her knees and came over to where I was standing and looked up at me. Her face had streaks of come on it and she opened her mouth so show me my slimy juice on her tongue.

"Amanda - tell you sister she has your permission to swallow my come."

"Mon - you have my permission to swallow Mr Fleming's come now."

Monica gulped it down and smiled up at me.

"Thank you for fucking me, for letting me swallow your come and for letting my dear sister Amanda watch me get fucked. I can't wait until you fuck me or let me suck your beautiful cock again."

"Isn't she a good girl?" I said, smiling at Amanda. "Whenever Amanda asks you to do something, whatever it is, you will do it, OK? Amanda will tell me if you don't. If she asks you to wash her car, get her a coffee, give her a massage or fuck one of her friends - you will. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

“Amanda – here is my number,” I said handing her my card. ‘Don’t hesitate to call if Monica disappoints you in any way. No matter how small the disappointment, please tell me. And then you can come and watch her receive her correctional punishment. ”

“I will,” smiled Amanda. “I will.”

Chapter 6 : Monica Goes Shopping

"Monica, do you know where Joe's Adult Store is?"

"No, Mr Fleming, but I can find it on Google Maps."

"OK, very good. I want you to go there and pick up a few things for me. It's just a few blocks away in the seedier part of town so I will expect you back within 40 minutes. I want you to go there and tell them you are horny and need some masturbation material. I want you to ask him to show you the most depraved magazines they have. I want you to casually look through each of the magazines and buy the dirtiest, most perverse magazine they have. Tell them that you love this kind of stuff and cannot wait to get home to masturbate to it. Pick up a glossy girly mag for me while you are at it.

Then I want you to ask them to show you the biggest butt plug they have. Buy it, and then ask the store staff if it's OK to use their restroom so that you can insert it into your ass. Then you may leave and WALK back to the office.

You will come in to see Tracy and ask her to take a photo of your ass with the plug still deep in your hole. Then politely ask her if she could email the photo to your father, to your very fuckable sister and to Candice in HR, so she can put a copy in your personnel file. Tracy will give you the image on a flash drive. Take that to the graphics company on the ground floor, and tell them to print out a large, poster sized image of your ass. Tell them it's your ass and the poster is for your office wall. You got all of that?"

Monica wiped away her tears and nodded. "Yes, Mr Fleming...I think so, " she said quietly.

"You are not to take out that plug at all unless you ask me permission to do so. OK?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

"Oh, and Monica. I know the owner at Joes and he is expecting you. He will call me after you have left to tell me how you did." That was a complete lie, but I knew she couldn't afford to take that chance. Monica got up and paused for a few seconds to gather herself, to dry the last of her tears.

As she left Tracy cheerfully called out "See you soon! Can't wait to see that precious ass of yours smile for the camera!" Tracy turned to me and shouted through my open door "Mr Fleming - the plumbing guys are waiting for you in the break room."

Monica looked at the wall clock and wobbled off in her four inch heels to the elevator, conscious that she was being timed. I raced off after her and felt her ass up in the elevator for my one floor ride down to the staff lunch room. She once again pushed her bottom back into my hand.

"Are you going to enjoy having that big ol' plastic cock up your ass, Monica?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I think I will."

"Why?"

"Because it's going to be embarrassing. I know it is going to excite all of the men to know that I have a dildo up my ass. Plus if any of them want to fuck my ass - my hole will be already open to them."

"You are such a slut, Monica."

"Thank you, sir."

“Make sure you show them your collar, Monica.”

“I will.”

It read ‘'Miss Slut Cunt'. I gave her ass a hard slap and left the elevator.

I stopped in to see Henderson to make sure everything was OK, but most of all I wanted to see his assistant Ashley.

“Good morning, Ashley. My name is Fleming. Settling in OK?”

I looked down at the young girl, sitting behind her desk. Her large breasts were straining against her white cotton shirt.

“Good morning, Mr Fleming, “ she said smiling, looking up at me. “Yes, everything is fine. Thank you.”

“Good, good. Well, I just wanted to say hi and introduce myself.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

I looked directly down at her breasts. “I am glad you are following Candice’s dress code advice. You look lovely.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming,” she said, blushing. I let my eyes linger, making sure she absolutely knew that I liked looking at her tits, and would do so again whenever I wanted to, with no embarrassment. She sat still, not attempting in any way to move and hide her fantastic figure.

I looked back into her eyes. “Very nice, Ashley. Very nice indeed.” She knew exactly what I was talking about.

‘Thank you, Mr Fleming.”

“Perhaps undoing the top button would be nicer still?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Of course.” She undid the top button.

I walked off and along the wide corridor into the break room to make sure the plumbers didn't screw anything up.

"Mr Fleming? I have the work order here and I just want to be sure I understand. You want the outlet pipe in the wall five inches off the floor, correct?"

"Yes please. And that is to be connected to the basement gym we had put in last month."

"But five inches is a little low for the outlet pipes. Most buckets wouldn't even fit under that height."

"I know, but that's where I want it."

"OK - you're the boss. Can you let me into the gym and show me where you want the refrigeration unit?"

"Sure."

"And you do not want it connected to the mains - you just only want an open pipe from here down to the basement. And no faucet – just exposed pipe?"

"That's what I want."

‘You’re the boss.”

By the time I had finished with the plumber and had gotten back to my office, I had just missed Monica's return. Quicker than I had expected.

"She could hardly walk!" laughed Tracy. "And when I took the photo of her ass I got her to bend right over and look at me through her legs, so I got her ass and her face in the same shot! You are going to love it!"

"Excellent - where is she now? I really need to get my cock sucked."

"You just missed her – literally less than a minute ago - she just left for the printers down stairs. But let me know if I can help...."

"Thank you Tracy, but I am in the mood to face fuck the whore. "

"I understand perfectly, Mr Fleming. I will send her in as soon as she gets back."

“Oh - I nearly forgot. Did you email copies of the picture to her father, sister and to HR?"

"You bet. I logged into her email account - which is full of porn messages, by the way - and sent it so they could all see it came from her. I typed 'Dear all, Here is a picture of my slutty, well fucked ass with my favourite butt plug rammed inside. Hope somebody ass fucks me soon! Love, Monica."

"Excellent, Tracy. Excellent." I went up to her and gently fondled her tits, leaning in to kiss her. “Her sister Amanda is all clued up. A bright girl. Didn’t seem to mind at all what Monica was going through. Actually, I think she kind of approved.”

We held each other and kissed, my hands enjoying the curve of her hips

“Have you seen the new girl Ashley? Great, fuckable tits. Candice did well getting that one on board.”

“I have – she looks good. And yes, great tits.” While I fondled her, I felt her hand start to unbutton my fly and gently reach in to pull out my hard cock.  She gently began to lovingly stroke my shaft.

“Mmmmm,” she cooed. “You are so hard today. I hope it’s me doing that and not you thinking of Ashley’s chest!”

I squeezed her breasts and ass while Tracy caressed my hard cock, knowing full well that she was going to make me come if she carried on her motions.

She spat down on my shaft, and made me slippery.

“I love your cock. I want you to think of Ashley’s tits while I stroke you. Think of fucking them, your hard cock fucking her tits, fucking them until you explode all over them, coming over them, and then watching her pretty face lick your cock clean. ”

I did think of those things. But I was thinking of Tracy’s perfect, readily available tits when I came in her hand. I thought of their gentle bounce when she rode me, how they moved when I fucked her. But most of all I thought of sucking them, and how she loved getting her tits sucked. And I loved sucking them, whenever I could.

But today it was Tracy’s tender lips and tongue that cleaned my cock, not Ashley’s, smiling up at me as she did, praising me for my quantity and how she loved my taste.

Multitasking as always, she reached for her phone, swiped through her contacts and made the call.

Monica walked awkwardly into Premier Graphics. Her legs moved stiffly and it looked like she had been riding a horse for a week. Her makeup had been running, and it was clear she had been crying. Her pained expression hid the fact that she had a three inch wide, eight inch long, conical black cock up her butt. Every step she took gave her ass a sharp pain. She just wanted this over. She wanted the whole day over so she could go home and take a nice long bath.

"Hi Monica."

It was Mark. The same Mark who has asked her out on a date about a dozen times. The same Mark who never stopped staring at her tits. He was a spotty 17 year old, and Monica had seen his erection press up against his trousers several times during her recent visits. Monica had always rebuffed his advances with polite cool, but the last time she had reported him to his boss, having had enough of his schoolboy one liners.

"Hi Mark...uhm...is anyone else here?"

"Nope. It's just me. We are alone together at last!" he smiled, quickly glancing down at her tits. Monica caught him. Again.

Fuck. Play it nice. Play it nice....

"Well Mark - it is nice to see you. Everything OK?"

"Sure. But what's up with you? You look terrible....I mean,  I mean you look hot...but it looks like you have been crying. And what's up with that limp?"

"Oh, I did that last night playing tennis. And then today I found my boyfriend dumped me, so I have been a bit upset. " Even as she spoke she saw his eyes dart down to her chest again. But this time when he looked back up Monica was smiling. "So, Mark. I have this hi res image on this drive of my sister, and it's a but embarrassing really, but it's going to be a fun present for her boyfriend."  This was a gamble. If Mr Fleming found out she had lied about whose picture was on the flash drive she would be punished. Her tits would be punished, she knew that much.

"Yeah? You came in here once with your sister. Amanda, right? Hot genes must run in your family."

"She is nice, yeah. I should introduce you guys at some time. Would you like that?"

"Sure thing."

Monica handed over the flash drive.

"Mark - this is a slightly embarrassing picture of, er, Amanda. This is just between me and you, right? I need a large as possible print of that one image on the drive. Big enough to be framed and hung up on a wall."

"Framed? OK, sure."

"And if you do a really good job and keep this between you and me, maybe I can take you out and you can get to meet Amanda."

"Sure. I'd like that." He put the drive into his Mac. "Just need to check the image is good. Need it in a hi resolution to make it poster size....woah - what is this?"

Oh God.

"This is Amanda??"

Monica just stood there, not saying a word. The giant cock in her ass suddenly felt a whole lot bigger, and she shifted on her feet to try to find comfort. Before she had a chance to answer, the phone rang. Mark didn't take his eyes off the image on his screen as he answered.

"Premier Graphics, this is Mark. How can I help you today?" He looked at Monica again and pointed at the screen and then at her, smiling. Monica shook her head and looked away. Mark began to concentrate on the phone call.

"Hi, Mark. This is Tracy from upstairs on the fourteenth floor. Yeah, hi. Listen, this is a bit awkward, but we've just had a call from an adult store and apparently one of our employees has stolen a sex toy from them just now. Is Monica with you now?"

"Yes - she is here. Standing in front of me." He looked up to Monica.

"Erm...they say she stole a large, deluxe black butt plug by putting it in herself and walking out without paying for it. Does that make sense? Can you ask her if she did that?"

Monica saw Mark staring at her, his creepy smile now as wide as ever. She knew something was wrong.

"Monica - your office is on the phone. They want to know if you have stolen anything today,“  he said, barely able to contain his glee.

“Excuse me? What things?”

“She says a sex toy, Monica. Have you stolen a sexy toy today? A butt plug?”

"No, Mark. I haven't. What a ride thing to ask." It was the truth. She had paid for the fake cock and for the magazines.

"But they say you stole a butt plug, and that you have it in your ass right now." He looked back at his screen, and heard Tracy laughing loudly down the phone. "Because this picture sure looks like you. It looks like you bent over, smiling at the camera through your open legs, with a giant black plug up your ass."

Monica's face began to crumple, and she knew was on the verge of tears. And she knew she had been caught in a lie.

"Mark, please. Let me explain..."

He cut her off. "And you said this picture wasn't you. You said it was...." Before he had finished the sentence she grabbed the phone from his hands and ended the call. She couldn't be caught lying, she just couldn't. She had no idea of the depravity she would be exposed to if she was caught lying. Her tits had only just recovered from their encounter with Mr Chung.

Did the office already know? Was she already in trouble?

Monica caught sight of Mark's trouser bulge. Oh god.

"Mark. Please don't tell them I lied. I will get into so much trouble. The picture is me - not Amanda. I am sorry I lied.  Please don't tell them."

"Is it still in your ass?"

Monica forced a smile, hoping her charms would merit some kind of sympathy. "Yes."

"I am going to keep a copy of this picture for me. Is that OK?"

"Yes, Mark. Of course. Just for you. That would be fine." She was back peddling, and he knew it.

"What sort of trouble would you get in if I had told them you had lied?"

"Real bad, Mark. Really bad." She took a step closer to him and looked into his eyes. "But you are not going to tell them are you, Mark?"

He looked at her intently and she could see his mind working out all of the possibilities. Her mind wandered briefly as she looked over his spotty, greasy complexion, his unwashed hair and teeth that hadn't seen a tooth brush in weeks. Oh god.

"Mark - I know you look at me sometimes. And I like it that you do....that you look at my body.  I see you sometimes looking at my breasts. You like them, don't you?

"Sure."

"Mark - if I was to let you feel my breasts, would that mean you would keep our little secret? Perhaps, when I came back to pick up my print you could feel them again..."

He put his hands on her waist. Just to feel her waist was enough to make his cock harden more with excitement.  He pulled her closer and his schoolboy smile went.

"Monica - it seems to me you are in a spot of bother."

"I am Mark." She leaned closer to him so her tits were now just touching his chest.

"But you say these nice things to me, though the last time you came in you reported me to my boss. You nearly got me fired." He moved his hands to her tits, and began feeling her up through the thin black dress.

"Mark, I am sorry about that. I was just having a bad day. Your hands feel nice....you have such strong hands."

“You got nice tits.”

“Breasts, Mark. They are my breasts.”

“They are tits, Monica.” He was mesmerized by them. “You got super nice tits.”

He continued to knead and explore her body in silence. She could see he was thinking. She didn't know if this was enough to win him over.  Should she reach down and stroke his cock? Should she let him kiss her? Oh fucking god.

"Monica - here is what I want. If you do these things I will not call Tracy back and tell her you lied to me."

Bitch. It was Tracy. Fucking bitch.

"OK Mark - what is it?"

"I want you to bend over and show me your butt plug."

Ok. He had seen the picture. I can live with that.

"And then I want you to crawl under the counter here and suck me off while I am serving customers."

"Mark - I thought we were friends? You can't say things like that to me." She said it with little enthusiasm, hardly believing her own words herself. She knew soon enough she would be on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

"It seems to me I can say what I want. If you don't do what I want I will call your boss and tell her you are a liar and a thief." He continued groping her tits, and began to push his hard cock against her.

"Mark, please. Don't you want to meet Amanda? I can tell her what a nice guy you are."

He reached for the phone, tapped to incoming calls and hit redial.

"Ok, ok. Mark. Please put the phone down. Please...." He did just that, and walked behind the counter. He stood there and waited.

"Show me your ass." His voice was cold, demanding.

"It hurts when I bend over, Mark, but I will do the best I can."

She walked over to a computer desk and looked out of the store front to make sure nobody was about to walk in. Mark stood behind her, a hand down the front of his trousers to soothe his aching cock. She looked over her shoulder at him and could guess by his moving forearm that he was masturbating. She slowly began lean forward and put her hands, then her arms on the desk in front of her. She winced in pain, and shuffled herself forward over the desk so that now she was completely bent over at the waist. She reached behind to find the short hem of her black dress and slowly lifted it up.

Mark had now pulled out his erect cock and was now pumping furiously, barely able to contain his excitement. He could now see her taught thighs, her tight ass, her embarrassment....and there, protruding from the center of her, was the end of the largest butt plug he could ever imagine fitting into a human.

"Oh my God," he mumbled. "How the fuck did you get that in? It looks huge!”

Without answering. Monica dropped her dress back down and slowly raised herself back up off the table. She came over to him. He continued to masturbate.

“Do you like my cock?” he said, trying to hide his nerves. She looked down, and watched his hand pleasure himself.

“Yes, Mark. It’s a very nice cock. Have you ever had your cock sucked before?"

"No...er, yes. No. No I haven't."

Monica afforded herself a wry smile, and walked around behind the counter. She looked down and there was plenty of space for her, though being scrunched up was going to hurt her ass.

“Monica – before you do that I have thought of something else.”

Oh God.

“You see that flat bed scanner over there behind you? I want to scan your tits. Get over there, open the lid and push your tits against the glass.”

“Mark – please – I will suck your cock. Isn’t that enough?”

He didn’t say anything, but walked instead over to his computer and opened up Photoshop, ready to trigger the scanner.

“Monica – unless you want to do this in front of the next customer…”

She knew she had no choice, and walked over to the scanner, pulled her dress down, carefully bent over again and pushed her tits against the cold glass.

“Hold them still, Monica. I don’t want the picture to blur.”

The bright light shone up from the machine, and passed back and forth under her tits.

“Excellent, Monica! That came out really good,” said Mark, peering down his monitor. “Let’s do one more – but this time push down onto the glass as hard as you can so I can get a detailed scan of your nipples.”

She did as she was told, and then stood back up. A few seconds later, Mark whooped his elation at the second scan.

“Very good, Monica. You have great tits I tell you. I expect everybody tells you that, don’t they?”

She didn’t answer.

“Now I have something to masturbate to when I am bored. Would you like to suck my cock now?”

Without saying another word, she slowly got down to her knees and then gingerly moved herself under the counter, moving the trash can and a stack of paper to one side to make room. He moved so that he was standing directly in front of her. His heart was pounding. This was it. His first blow job. With the beautiful Monica, a girl he had masturbated to since he first saw her. He felt her hand touch him. He gasped out loud. He closed his eyes and reveled in the stimulation, a feeling so much better than his own hand. He felt her hand begin to move up and down his length, stroking and pleasuring him. He instinctively pushed his groin forward, searching for her mouth, but she continued to caress him with her gentle touch. She wanted to do as much work as she could before putting that thing in her mouth.

"Are you OK?"

Oh my god.

Mark opened his eyes. He was so lost in his pleasure he never saw or even heard the door open. And now in front of him stood an attractive red head, her smile telling him she knew exactly what was going on.

"Er...yes. Yes. I am fine. I was just thinking about something."

"Oh yeah? Thinking about something good, by the looks of it," she said, with an all knowing smile.

Monica recognized the voice immediately. It was Tracy. Shit. Now what? She continued to slide her hands up and down the cock just a few inches from her face, and then smiled. She knew exactly what to do.

"Well, you must be Mark. We spoke earlier. I am Tracy from upstairs. I was wondering if you knew where Monica is?"

Monica moistened her finger, reached through his legs and pushed it into his ass. She then took his aroused cock into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. She felt Mark shudder and his cock twitched in her mouth. He gasped, just loud enough for Monica to hear.

"Mark? Are you quite alright?"

"Yes, yes," he managed to say. He felt as if he was about to come. Just seconds into his first blow job. "I....don't......know......where.....Monica.....is." It almost sounded normal.

"Ok, Mark. I'll leave you then. If you see Monica tell her to come to see me. OK?"

Mark nodded. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Monica's pursed lips around his cock. Her finger burrowed deeper into his ass.

"Bye then," said Tracy cheerfully.

"Yeah. Bye. "

Tracy turned to leave, and then stopped. "Oh - and Monica? When Mark comes in your mouth make sure you ask him permission to swallow." She winked at him, and left.

"Oh God," gasped Mark. "Oh God...." He looked down at Monica, his cock deep in her suction, and then at the door to the shop. Nobody coming. He flicked his hips and few times and fucked her mouth quickly, and then he exhaled a long, satisfying moan as his come engulfed his body. Monica's mouth filled with his juice. Endless amounts of the stuff. He surged forward, thrusting his cock into her mouth as far as it would go, lost in his orgasm, thrusting and fucking, pumping yet more stale come into her open mouth. She lapped it all up and swallowed it down - without asking his permission -  getting it past her taste buds as quickly as she could. She pulled her finger out of his ass and steadied his still thrusting hips. The final globs of come hit her face and she wiped them away. His cock softened and he pulled out of her mouth, zipping himself back up.

Monica carefully raised herself and looked coldly at Mark.

"So. I will pick up the print tomorrow. Framed, please. And any word of this to anyone I will go back to your boss and tell him you forced yourself on me."

"OK." He casually cast his eye up to the security camera and smiled to himself, knowing everything had been recorded. "See you tomorrow, Monica.  And thanks for showing me your tits and ass."

She left, and made her way back up to the fourteenth floor, where somebody, she hoped, would let her take out this fucking butt plug.

"Monica - you are such a filthy slut. Did you suck his cock so you wouldn't have to pay for the print? asked Tracy.

"Yes."

"Do you always offer to pay for things in sexual services so that you can save some money?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I do. Mr Fleming has taught me how to do that."

"You'd better go in. Mr Fleming's cock needs some of attention."

Monica waddled into my office carrying the magazines she purchased. I looked up from my desk to see her painful walk and I was reminded that her ass was still full of plastic cock. She stood in front of me.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I was getting the photo of my ass printed. It will be ready tomorrow, Mr Fleming."

"Good. And did you enjoy sucking that young man's cock?"

News travels fast.

"Yes, I did." Monica had lied so many times a day over so many months she no longer knew what was true or false. She instinctively just answered as she was expected to.

"Did his come taste good?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I enjoyed the taste of his come, but much prefer yours."

"Well, that's good news, as over the next hour the only thing on the menu is my cock. Tell me, Monica, what two magazines did you get?"

"For me, I got the most disgusting magazine they had, which was Senior Japanese Transsexual Fantasies. For you I got Teen Asians. "

"Mmmm. Not bad for me. You know I adore young Asian girls. What did you say to them when you bought your magazine?"

"I told them that I love masturbating to pictures of elderly transsexuals. The older the better. And that I been collecting these magazine since I was 13."

"What did they say?"

"They just laughed at me."

"That's a funny story, Monica. I am sure one day you'll be telling your kids that one! I want you to suck my cock now, Monica, and hold my magazine open while you are hard at work. I will tell you when to turn the pages. When I have come in your mouth I want you to thank me for today, and then go and ask Tracy permission to remove your butt plug. Tracy just gave me a lovely hand job about ten minutes ago so you are going to have to work long and hard to get me to come again."

“Yes, Mr Fleming. The longer I can suck your cock the happier I am.”

I briefly stood up to drop my trousers and sat back down, legs apart. Monica slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall around her waist. I looked at her exposed tits and began to stroke my cock. She waited for a few moments, still proud in her beauty, letting me enjoy her body. She reached for the Asian Teen mag, slowly lowered herself to her knees and shuffled forwards so that I could feel her breath on my hard cock.

"Does your ass hurt?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming,"

"More than when I am ass fucking you?"

"Yes. Much more."

“Good. We’ll have to do this again.”

“Yes. I would like that.”

She flicked through the magazine to find some nice pictures of young Asian girls getting fucked, and then rested her hands on my hips so that I could see the magazine. I reached around to hold her head, and pulled her down onto my rising cock.

Chapter 7 : Show Time!

"Hi Tracy!"

"Hey - it's the Fedex guy! How is Carl today?" Carl was a well built, black guy, probably late thrities. He told everyone that he was a former marine, but nobody believed him. Candice remembered hiring him for a mailroom job in another company a few years ago, and he never mentioned the armed forces then. Tracy supposed this was just a ruse to impress the girls.

Tracy was always pleased to see him. She enjoyed flirting with him, knowing full well that he fancied her. He used to always ask her for her number and then one day he found out who was fucking her. He never asked her again.

"I'm good, thanks. Just one package today, but I need to make sure this is for you - it's from Veronica's Adult Toys. Is this really for you?"

"Ah. Hang on, Carl. We have a member of staff who is running an Internet porn site in her spare time. It is ordering this stuff all of the time. Too embarrassed to send it to it’s home address. We've asked it to stop but I don't think it can.” And then under her breath, letting Carl in on her secret she said “I think it's the only way it can get off." Tracy buzzed to Monica's office.

"Monica - can you come up here please? Your disgusting sex toys have arrived." She smiled at Carl.

"You let the staff do that? Geez. I need to get a job here."

"It films it in the basement down stairs - when it gets here you should ask it about the show. It's always looking to boost ratings, and since I know what a filthy dog you are....."

They both heard the elevator buzz and Monica quickly turned the corner into Tracy's reception area.

"Monica! Carl here was just asking about your Internet show."

Carl was looking intently at Monica. Monica, of course, recognized the look. His eyes scanned her body, resting a few seconds on her tits before absorbing the rest of her. She let him devour her. She had just been fucked in the break room by Jimmy White, so her excited nipples were still jutting proudly through the black, skimpy material of her dress. Her hem line was an inch lower than her pussy.

"Hello Carl - is this my package?" Monica said, reaching for the brown box.

"Yes," said Tracy, putting her hand on the box. "But I think we should check to make sure everything is there before Carl goes, don't you think?" Tracy looked Monica in the eye, and Monica knew that that was not a question. It was an order.

"Yes, Miss Tracy. Let's check everything." She tried her best to sound enthusiastic.

Tracy took her paper knife and cut into the box. Carl watched, keeping one eye on the box and one eye on Monica's tits. His cock began to tingle, the beginnings of his arousal.

"So," said Tracy, opening up the box. "Let’s see. We have - 6 tubes of anal lubricant. One large butt plug. You and your butt plugs - you just love them, don't you? Let's hope you can get this monster up your ass."

"Yes, Miss Tracy."

"One Double Headed Jelly Dildo. One Silicone Love Rider Dual Penetrator. One Crystal Anal Pleaser. One Anaconda Dildo With Anal Pleasure Clip On. One Replica, 12 inch Big Boy Black Man's Dong. One Love Rider Strap On and one pair of heavy weight nipple clamps. One red ball gag. One horse hair flogger. Jesus Christ, Monica. Are these all for you or do you have about six hookers working for you now?"

Tracy's feigned indignity irritated Monica, especially in front of Carl.

"Yes, Miss Tracy - they are all for me." She could feel Carl's eyes bearing down on her, but she kept her attention firmly with Tracy, willing to herself that this would all stop soon.

"Well, I don't know about you Carl, but in the interests of health and safety I think we should see you demonstrate the use of each of these so-called toys, Monica. We don’t want you hurting yourself, do we? Since you are an employee of this firm the last thing we want is you out injured. If you don't mind, Monica, I am just going to call in the rest of the senior managers so that they can be kept informed of your activities. Carl - if you wish you can go, but I suspect since Monica has just bought a Big Boy Black Man’s Cock she would rather you stay - isn't that right, Monica?"

"Yes," she said quietly. "I would prefer it if Carl stayed."

Carl stayed.

"Excellent! Let's all head to the conference room. Monica - bring all of your toys."

Fifteen minutes later.....

"So Monica, what do the nipple clamps do?"

Monica was naked, on her customary all fours on the conference room table. Out of her ass poked the Crystal Anal Pleaser. On the table was the Black Man’s Cock that she had just lovingly sucked as if it was the real thing. By the side of her was the Silicone Love Rider, still glistening from her pussy juices. She had masturbated to climax in front of the senior management team, plus Henderson. She had laid on the table, her tits facing up to the ceiling, her legs spread wide and had fucked herself with the silicone cock, rubbing her clit to bring herself to orgasm.

Candice's cunt was soaking. She had her hand on Carl's exposed erection. Other men were touching themselves, some unable to contain themselves and were openly masturbating. The room reeked of sex.

"Mr White, the nipple clamps lock onto my tits, and the weight can be adjusted to bring on more pain."

"What's the heaviest weight you got?"

"Half a pound."

"Show us."

Monica eased the glass cock from her ass and sat on the edge of the table, facing White. She opened her legs wide for him, enjoying for once the effect she had on men. Nobody was abusing her - she was just pleasing herself - and now performing sex in front of others was no longer the embarrassment it once was. She cupped her own breasts and smiled at Candice. She could tell Candice was loving this, loving her, and briefly wondered if she would prefer Monica with a strap-on or her fiancée Tom with a hard-on. She suspected the former.

Monica winced a little as she opened and closed each metal clamp on her proud nipples. A light chain hung down, joining the clamps. The hook in the middle of the chain sparkled up at her. She knew the weight attachment might pull them off her tits, and she knew that she would have to do it again, so she twisted the small gauge underneath each clamp so that each gripped her tender flesh tightly. Her eyes clenched when the sharp pain stung into her sensitive nipples.

Fuck. That hurts.

She rummaged through a small bag to find the heaviest weight, and took a deep breath. Her tits already hurt and the added weight was going to be difficult, but again, there was no one assaulting her - this was just her putting on a show. It could be worse.

"Hurry up, Monica. You are beginning to bore me."

"I am so sorry, Mr Simmonds. My tits really hurt right now."

She carefully held the weight as she attached it to the chain, and then leaned back slightly so that it rested against her chest.

Carl writhed in his seat to the sensual stroking of Candice’s hand, exploring, touching, gliding and caressing his hard cock.

“Tracy!” Carl called over to her. “Can I do her?”

“You mean fuck it?”

“Yes. Can I?”

“Of course, Carl,” smiled, Tracy. “There is no need to ask – just help yourself. This is what it is here for.”

He managed to stand up and part from Candice’s sensual touch and walked the four steps to where Monica was fiddling still with her nipple clamps and weight.

Monica knew what was expected of her, and immediately reached out to his cock, to continue his excitement. He paused momentarily, enjoying her touch,  before grabbing a clump of her hair and roughly pulling her off the table.

"It's time I dipped my cock into you, you fucking white piece of fucked up trash. Show me where the Internet stuff is."

“Oooh! You do have a way with the ladies, doesn’t he Candice?” joked Tracy.

Candice laughed. “Carl’s a real charmer. Old school. Love it.” She cackled again.

Carl continued to pull her hair back, so her head tiled up, exposing her neck. He put a hand onto her throat and squeezed. "You are going to be the best fuck of my life or my hand will be back on your throat." He roughly felt up her tits with his other hand, brutally pulling the clamps off and then slapping her tits. "Gottit?"

Poor Monica nodded, and with her hair still being pulled hard, she managed to lead Carl off to the elevators to take them both down to her gym in the basement. On the ride down he forced her down to her knees to suck his cock. She did the best she could, but the hair pulling hurt her more than she thought it would and she found it difficult to blow him. The more black cock she got into her mouth the more her hair hurt as he was pulling in the opposite direction.

When the elevator door finally clanged open he shuffled her into the door opening and continued to feed his cock into her mouth. Every 10 seconds the doors tried to close and banged against Monica's sides before their sensors opened the doors once again. It was hell.  He fucked her mouth for ten long minutes. The doors never stopped thumping into her. Finally he grabbed her hair upwards and pulled her to her feet, and she led him into the gym, her Internet show studio.

“Please,” she managed to say. “Please. I am not that sort of girl. They make me do these things.”

He pushed her back down to her knees and shoved his hard, black cock into her throat again.

“What did you say? I can’t understand what you are sayin’.”

He pounded his cock into her to shut her up, loving her struggles, the foaming pockets of saliva around her mouth, the lovely sounds of her gagging and how she easily took his length – better than any other girl he had had.

Carl reached around and began pawing at her naked tits. Monica struggled against his assault, but was already wondering what black come tasted like.  He pulled her hair again and forced her mouth to his, kissing her with no love, just savage, base lust. She felt his angry cock pushing against her, demanding her attention.

Carl picked up Monica and threw her down, face up, on to the weight bench. He quickly took off his clothes and stroked his blood filled cock, looking at her body. He straddled her, pushed his cock down, and continued his assault on her mouth. Fucking her throat with rapid fire thrusts. Pushing in, balls deep. Using her mouth as a cunt. 

“Now what were you sayin’?” he teased. “You ain’t making no sense to me. You tellin’ me you don’t want to suck ma cock?”

She shook her head as best she could.

He moved to stand to one end of the bench and pulled her so her head was pulled backwards, hanging off the edge of the bench. He fed her cock to her again, fucking  her face harder, slapping her tits with a mean force, slapping the side of her face, fucking her mouth always, wiping his spittle covered cock over her pained face.

"You is one messed up bitch," he yelled at her. He watched with fascination at her struggle, but yet how also she kept her hands away and how she so easily took his muscular cock into her throat.

“You prefer black or white cock?” He pulled out, allowing her to gasp in as much air as she could.

“Black, Carl. I love black cock.”

Carl's wild eyes buzzed around the room. He walked over to the free weights and loaded 200lbs on each end of a lifting bar. He lifted one end up and told Monica to get underneath, face up. He lowered the weight over her neck, so she was trapped underneath. He beat her again with a flogger he found hanging on the wall. He slapped her face. Punched her tits and cunt. Monica cried and cried, screaming in pain, begging and pleading with him to stop. He lifted her legs up and bent her over double at the waist, pushing her ankles underneath the weight bar. Her ass was now up turned. He flogged it, covering her ass in searing pain. He stood over her, pushed his cock down and fucked her cunt. Then he spat on his cock and forced it into her dry ass, fucking her bowels with a frenzied  fuck that made Monica wail and sob.

"I'm gonna fill your cunt with my black seed now, you fucking bitch." He slipped his length back into her abused pussy and pumped his come into her, contorting his body as he came, moaning deeply his satisfaction, his seed gushing into her abused hole.

"You piece of shit cunt," he said. “You is having ma black kids now. Ain’t nothing gonna stop my jizz getting to ya.”

He left her there crying and sobbing while he showered. He calmly dressed himself back into his work uniform and came back over to stand beside the still pinned down Monica. He marveled at her twisted face, wracked in pain. Ribbons of spit streaked all over her face and into her hair, pooling around her neck and throat. Her still crying eyes, her messed up lipstick and the look of pain and fear satisfyingly etched onto her face. Carl loved the look of fear. He’d seen it before with other girls he fucked. He looked at her still gaping ass, her legs painfully stretched backwards, her abused tits.

“This is how a black man fucks. You want me to fuck you like this again?”

“Yes, please, Carl,” she slobbered.

"Open your mouth, Monica."

He filled it with his piss, and left.

Chapter 8 : Alice

I had a one o'clock meeting with Candice. As I walked past Paulson’s' office I stuck my head in and nodded in the direction of my reception area.

"Give Tracy a few minutes and then you might want to go up there."

"Excellent timing. I was just about to find Monica – I have only come inside her four times today and it’s already early afternoon!" We both laughed.

Monica hated it when I left her with Tracy. Tracy was a bitch to her and even though my cock continually tormented her it was usually nothing compared to what Tracy made her do.

"Monica, you know the rules for my interviews." Tracy was sitting on the edge of her desk looking down at the seated Monica, who was dressed in just a small push up black bra and matching crotchless panties. Today’s collar was 'I Masturbate All Day'.  It was a rare treat to wear any underwear and Tracy had insisted on it today, just to break up the tight cocktail dress routine.

"You can only answer 'yes' along with your usual manners. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy"

“I make the rules so simple because I know how dumb you are.”

"Yes, Miss Tracy"

Tracy smiled.

"I notice once again you have your tits out for me. Is that because you want me to look at them?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy"

"Do you like it when people look at your tits?"

"Yes."

"Does it make you wet when you see me looking at your tits."

"Yes."

"Are you jealous of my tits? I think my tits look so much better than yours, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to squeeze your tits really hard and pinch your nipples while we have this little chat?"

“Yes please."

Tracy slipped the bra straps off Monica's shoulders to free her tits and began kneading and squeezing her smooth flesh. "Sit closer to me. I don't want to reach. That is, if you still want me to hurt your tits."

"Yes please." Monica shuffled her chair forward so she was just inches away from Tracy, and looking sharply up to her face.

"Put your hands behind your head. That's better." Tracy roughed up her tits while her questions continued.

"Do you think it's fair that men just look at you as just a fuck toy, just someone to take care of their cocks?"

"Yes."

"Do you think that pretty girls should always use their bodies to get ahead in life?"

"Yes."

"And that as part of the job interview process, male bosses should judge female candidates on how well they suck cock, the shape of their ass and how firm their tits are rather than their academic achievements?"

"Yes."

"When you interviewed for this job I am sure that all you could think about was getting on your knees and sucking all of the executive cock you could find, right?"

"Yes."

"So the position you now find yourself in is really a fantasy come true? And that as soon as one cock has come inside your mouth you are immediately thinking about finding another cock to suck on?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it when men bite your tits?"

"Yes."

"Would you like it if I went around to everybody in the office and told them that you want them to bite your tits as hard as they can? Enough to draw blood?"

"Yes."

"I think the age for consensual sex in this country is fine at 18 - but do you think it should be lowered to 13?"

"Yes."

"My God, Monica, you are so fucked up. So do you think it's right that old men - perhaps in their sixties - should fuck 13 year old girls?"

"Yes."

"Jesus. You are so fucked. I expect the next thing you'll be telling me is that rape should be legalized?"

"Yes."

"So in your mind, if a man sees a pretty young girl in the supermarket it's within his right to go up to her and feel her tits and fuck her in public?"

"Yes."

"Monica - you are one messed up bitch. You are sick, you know that?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that you have told Gonzales that when you masturbate you fantasize about a group of black men raping you?"

"Yes."

"And that you make yourself come the hardest when you fantasize that a large black cock is fucking you in the ass?"

"Yes."

“Like Carl’s?”

“Yes.”

“Did you love how he fucked you the other day?”

“Yes.”

"Would you like me to arrange for your fantasy to become a reality? We can drive to the black part of town and find a seedy bar. And then you can get on your knees and beg the blacks to fuck you in the ass. Shall we do that, have a nice girls' night out?"

"Yes please."

"Is it true that when men shoot their come over your face, tits and ass, you don't wash it off for days on end because you love having their come on your body so much?"

"Yes."

"And you don’t like to wash it off because you also love the smell of dried come?"

"Yes."

"You are such a fucking slut. I'm sure that you are the sort of girl that couldn't wait to get fucked, could you? Growing up you just thought not stop about cock, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I bet you lost your virginity when you were 12 or 13, right?"

"Yes."

"And it was your Daddy, wasn't it? You begged and begged him to fuck you. When your mother went out you'd sit on your Daddy's lap and dry hump him until you could feel his hard cock underneath you. Then one night you got on your knees and took his cock into mouth, right? And you begged him to fuck you, told him how bad you wanted it, until one day he did. And you loved it, and you have loved cock ever since. Am I right, Monica?"

"Yes."

"You sucked your Daddy's cock whenever you had the chance, didn't you, so that you could get him to fuck your pussy again, right?"

"Yes." Monica was now crying.

"But best of all was when you got him to fuck that tight teen ass of yours, wasn't it? Feeling his hard cock pumping in and out of your ass gave you more pleasure than you could ever have imagined. Is that why you love butt fucking the best, Monica?"

"Yes." She wanted to wipe away her tears, but dare not move her hands from behind her head.

“Because every time a man fucks your ass, you think of your father, don’t you? Lovingly fucking that very same hole, filling your teenage butt with his come?”

“Yes.” Sobbing hard now.

“Do you love me, Monica?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy. I love you.”

"Good. For the record - I hate you.  You are a worthless whore. Now Monica - I want you to stand up and take off my blouse and bra. Then I want you to tenderly rub your tits against mine, kiss me passionately, and beg me for permission to eat out my pussy. You got all of that?"

"Yes......" Now at last wiping away her tears, gathering herself, standing, and leaning in to kiss and love Tracy.

I lazily took the elevator down one floor to the offices of our research team, admin support and the HR department. I nodded to Simmonds as he walked by and saw Candice waiting outside of her office for me, fiddling with her hair. She pushed out her tits when she saw me approaching, and smiled her provocative smile. I immediately knew something good was up.

We used to fuck - quite a lot actually - but then about six months ago she got all pissy because I was seeing Tracy so much, and we argued, and didn’t speak for a while, and now we were back to just common office flirting. Which is nice.  Candice was well and truly a bisexual, and I think sometimes she preferred women to men, but now she was engaged to that fuckwit Tom.

I've said many times to her that as soon as she hired a stunning blonde for me to fuck I would let Tracy schedule Monica for her whenever she wanted.

"Mr Fleming..." She was excited, I could tell. "I have someone for you to meet."

I came up to her and stood just a couple of inches in front of her, placing a hand on her ass.

"Tell me about her," I whispered, and began to squeeze her rear. She pulled me closer to her and swayed gently into her touch.

"I miss your cock. I miss how you used to fuck me." She kissed me on the lips and her hand moved to rest on the bulge in my trousers.

"You can have my cock whenever you want to. You know that. Does Tom know how you like it? How hard you want it?"

"No..."

"I remember, Candice, how you used to beg me. Begged and begged me to tie you to the bed and fuck you as hard as I could. That's how you like it, isn't it? Tied down and fucked against your will. That little fantasy of yours is what gets you off isn't it?"

"Yes," she whispered. "That's how I like it. Sometimes, anyway….”

“Tom is not for you, Candice. He’s not the right man for you.”

She didn’t say anything. I held her gaze, and she dropped her eyes.

"Who is in your office?" I said, pulling away so that my hardening cock could relax for the meeting.

"Her name is Alice."

"Do you have something on her?"

"Yes, but it might not be enough."

Monica undid three buttons of Tracy's top and then pulled the blouse over her head. Tracy continued to feel up Monica's tits, squeezing and hurting, pinching the hard nipples, loving every second of it. Monica undid Tracy's bra and freed her ample tits. She leaned forward so that their breasts touched. Just the nipples. Tracy dropped a hand to squeeze Monica's ass and moved her chest gently from side to side, brushing her tits against Monica's. She smiled at her, and Monica quickly raised a quick smile back. They kissed, and instinctively moved closer, their breasts now pushed together, the nipples still dancing and caressing. Monica enjoyed the softer lips, and her hands moved to cup Tracy's tits. For once a sensual experience without the omnipresent threat of a cock in her throat. 

Her tongue slipped into Tracy's mouth and both girls held each other tighter and tighter. Monica's lust began to rise and she licked and kissed Tracy's neck, then back to her mouth, down to her breasts, licking, kissing and enjoying. Tracy watched her tend to her tits, watched her tongue trace and flick over her hard nipples, more kissing, more licking and gentle biting. Monica gently brushed her face against Tracy's gorgeous curves, and then felt the hands on the back of her head, pushing her down between Tracy's opening legs. She shuffled a little on her desk and pulled her panties down allowing Monica to move in and gorge on her yearning sex.

"Miss Tracy - may I please pleasure your pussy?"

"Is that what you really want to do?"

"Yes." Without waiting for Tracy to speak, Monica gently cupped Tracy's breasts and sank her face into the pulsating cunt in front of her. Tracy spread her legs as wide as she could, loosened her clothing to free her tits completely, laid back and relished the touch of Monica's rhythmic tongue.

Tracy’s hips were soon thrusting up to Monica's tongue, her mouth was open, her tits so alive in Monica's skillful hands. She didn't see Paulson standing over them, watching, stroking his cock. He placed a hand on Monica's head and felt the movements of her probing. She heard his voice, and immediately knew who it was, and what to expect.

"Raise up your ass, Monica. Push it nice and high for me."

Tracy opened her eyes and saw Paulson, and saw his rising cock, poking out from his fly. She reached for it, and gently stroked it to full hardness.

"Trace - do you keep any lube in here?"

"Top drawer."

Paulson reached over and pulled out the small bottle of lubricant. He took off his tie and threw his shirt to the floor. He stood behind Monica and dropped his trousers.

Tracy stared at his cock, now pointing intently at Monica's perfectly tight ass, but closed her eyes, slipping and losing herself into the gentle pleasure of Monica's lapping tongue.

"Reach back, Monica, and pull those ass cheeks as wide as you can. That's it. Good girl. I can see your asshole nicely now. A little wider. Good, Monica. Very good. I want to keep your hands where they are, ok? If you stop making Tracy come I am going to put my fist up your ass, not my cock. Do you understand?"

There was a muffled 'yes'. Paulson began lubing up his cock until it glistened all over. He inched forward and rested his erection between Monica's crack. She began to undulate her ass against his cock, knowing that the more aroused she could make a man, the quicker it would all be over.

"Good girl, Monica. Good girl. I am going to push the tip of my cock into your ass, and then I want you to push your ass back so that the rest of my cock slides deep inside you. Then I want you to fuck me. I am not going to move an inch until I fill your ass with my come."

Tracy began to pant and shudder as an orgasm rippled through her. Her hips bucked wildly against Monica's mouth and a loud, satisfying moan escaped her open mouth. She began to play with her own tits and settled back into the oncoming waves of pleasure, wanting more, knowing more was to come.

Paulson grunted his approval to Monica’s efforts, pushing her tight ass back onto his hard cock. He gripped tightly onto her thighs and lustily watched his shaft sink into the tightest of her holes. He reached for the lube again and squirted jets of the slippery liquid over her ass and onto his reappearing cock.

"That's good Monica, you fucking ass whore. That's really good." He looked at Tracy splayed out in front of him, her body writhing in rapture. He toyed briefly with the idea of sliding his cock into Tracy's mouth, but knew she was out of bounds. The tight grip Monica's ass had on his cock was overwhelming and he stood there, his cock rigid, mesmerized with Monica’s super tight ass, rhythmically moving back and forth on him. His hands gripped the base of her ass, then her thighs, then he pushed one of her hands away and spanked her, really hard. Monica let out a muffled yelp, and he whacked her again, even harder. Her hand grabbed her ass cheek again and pulled it wide - not just so he could see the ass fucking better, but so she had some protection against his spanking. She concentrated on keeping a good rhythm going. The cock hurt. When she pushed back he went so deep into her that she closed her eyes in pain.

"Fuck her as hard as you can. Mr Paulson. Hurt the fucking bitch. You love getting it in the ass, don't you Monica?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I love getting butt fucked." The agony was etched all over Monica's strained face.

“Are you thinking of your Daddy now?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.”

“He fucked your ass the best, didn’t he?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.”

Paulson smiled at their interaction, leaned forward and pushed his cock into her bowels. He briefly held onto Tracy's open thighs before finding Monica's tits, mauling and pinching them until he was sure he was hurting her. Monica fought back the tears, but kept grinding her hips onto the rigid cock, pleasuring him, pleasuring Tracy, giving her body to them so that their lust was satisfied. Monica felt nothing - except pain and humiliation.

Paulson began to grunt, gave in to his instincts and started to fuck her ass back. The thrusting only hurt her more as the desperate cock impaled her deeper than ever. Tracy began to come again. Her moans chorused with Paulson’s fast approaching come. He grunted again and butt fucked her harder and harder. He pushed her hands off her ass and gripped each cheek tightly. Tracy’s intense pleasure echoed around the room loud and hard. Her tits bounced back and forth as her body bucked wildly into her luscious, carefree orgasm. Paulson could hold off no longer. His cock exploded. He grabbed Monica's hair and pulled himself one more time into her butt hole and moaned deeply while the come, for the fourth time that day, shot from his balls deep into her body.

“Thank you for fucking my ass Mr Paulson. I hope I was tight enough for you. Was I?”

I sat next to Candice behind her desk. Underneath the table I slipped my left hand onto her thigh. Candice shuffled a little in her chair and discreetly pulled her dress up so that I could feel more of her smooth skin. She turned to look at me, and as she did so she opened her legs. Damn. I had only just got my hard on under control and now I had this to contend with. She smiled, and we both turned our attention to the stunningly beautiful Alice.

And beautiful she was, too. Long, gently curling bright blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. A stunning face. Sharp features. Blue eyes. Gorgeous skin. Large breasts - a full C or perhaps a D. Her white shirt was tight enough to display the sensational curves yet invitingly loose enough so that a man could easily slide his hands underneath. Teasingly she has left the top 4 buttons undone, so her full swell threatened to burst out over the top of the opening.

She sat, smiling and confident, knowing full well her choice of clothing was having the desired effect. She sat with her smooth legs together, but her choice of short turquoise skirt made sure that as much of her legs were on display as possible. This was, after all, a formal interview and she had to play all of her cards.

She held out her hand.

I couldn’t get up as Candice had made me hard, so I reached across the desk to shake her soft hand.

That’s going to feel good wrapped around my cock, gently moving up and down my hard shaft.

"Mr Fleming,” she smiled. "I am so pleased to meet you. I have heard so much about you and this company."

"Oh? Not all bad, I hope."

"No," she laughed. "All good."

She's a flirt too.

Candice spoke. "Alice has had 3 years’ experience as a legal assistant at one of our competitors - and felt that she was not given the right opportunities to progress within that company. Her qualifications would suggest she'd be an ideal fit for us....and I know you have been looking for you own assistant since Monica has moved into a more....er.....administrative role. So I think we need to determine if she fits in personality wise."

Blah, blah, blah. I was hardly listening. All I could think about was how on earth am I going to get my cock into this beautiful girl's mouth?

"Mr Fleming?"

"Yes, yes. I am looking for a new legal assistant."

Candice continued. "We have a unique culture in this company. One where the partners work very, very closely with their assistants. All day, and sometimes all night too. Extensive travel - top hotels of course - and you will be required to tend to all of Mr Flemings needs."

Alice's smile flickered at that last sentence. I could see was working out the implications of that ambiguous sentence.

"That would be no problem. I am always armed with a laptop and I need little sleep so long hours is no problem." She hesitated, hoping that that really was what Candice meant. "And I love to travel..."

I wanted to watch her rub my come all over her tits.

"What is your home life like, Alice? Boyfriends? It says on your form that you are not married."

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Because if you have deep emotional attachments at home you may not like the amount of travel required, and the overnights that will be required. Mr Fleming can be a demanding boss, you know," Candice said with a reassuring smile.

Was she noisy when she was getting fucked hard?

"Well, I do have a boyfriend. We don't live together but I think it's getting serious. I do like him a lot."

Does she let him fuck her up the ass?

"Is he an attorney - did you meet him at your last place?"

Oh I loved this bit. I loved it when Candice played one or two of her cards. Played her angle. I squeezed her thigh in anticipation.

"Yes. His name his Ben and he is one of their lead attorneys there."

"Alice - I want to be candid. I know a few people over at Foster Jones and made a couple of calls before you got here. You understand that complete honesty would be a requirement for securing a high paying job with this company. Can you explain why you are here - I mean - why do you really want to leave Foster Jones?"

Alice went silent. Her smile dropped and she looked nervously at me.

What would she look like bent over this desk with my cock ramming into her pussy?

"Alice?" prompted Candice

"I...er....was caught doing something inappropriate with Mr Wilshire. And I cannot work there anymore.”

"You mean Ben?"

"Yes. Ben Wilshire."

I caught Candice’s eye for a split second. We both struggled to contain our smiles.

"Please explain."

"Er...I was, uhm, with him in his office when one of the senior partners walked in."

"Alice. I know this is embarrassing for you, but we want to know exactly what happened."

"It was at lunch time. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me. He told me that he couldn't work unless I...er....went to him."

"Went to him?"

"He insisted that I, uhm, that I give him, er, oral sex."

"You sucked his cock during lunch times?"

What was her gag reflex like? Could she take all of me without retching?

"Yes. I wouldn’t have said it quite like that, but yes. That is what I did."

"How often did this happen?

"Nearly every day. Unless he had a meeting or a lunch appointment with a client. I went to him every day. I am so sorry. I am. I realize now I was being unprofessional. I am so sorry. I just wanted to start my career and thought this might help. It was a terrible mistake."

"Well, Alice, that maybe inappropriate behaviour at Foster Jones but I see it differently. You were merely answering the needs of one of your bosses, right? I am sure you knew what you was doing was quote unquote 'inappropriate', but any man with a girlfriend whose body is as hot as yours would find you irresistible. I am sure that once you relieved him of his sexual tension he was able to conduct an efficient business afternoon. Men in stressful jobs need relief. We girls understand that, right?"

Alice smiled nervously, nodded and I could tell that she was not sure if this was a compliment or not.

"You must also know that if word got out of this behaviour you would never work in this town again. Perhaps a story like this would travel across the industry and you'd be throwing away all that hard work at university. All of your college debt would be for nothing. Alice - I must ask you - did you suck the cocks of any of the other executives there?"

"No. I didn't."

Did her boyfriend fuck her mouth this morning? Does she have any of his come on her lips right now?

I found myself staring at her tits. Her marvelous, proud tits, straining against her cotton shirt, aching to be loved. I imagined myself fucking them, and squeezing them while I fucked her on all fours. I wondered about their firmness, their shape when she was lying down. I raised my eyes to her face and saw her looking at me, catching my day dreaming gaze at her chest. I smiled and Candice caught my wondering eye too, and quickly moved things along to money.

"What is your current pay?"

"I'm on $45,000 per year. Plus health insurance, of course."

"We are prepared to pay you $90,000 per year, double that, but you must perform all duties assigned to you to the best of your ability, be constantly available to the company as a 100% team player and understand that if your performance is not satisfying in every way to Mr Fleming he may terminate you at a moment's notice. Mr Fleming also will have a strict dress code which you must adhere to. We also require strict confidence that the affairs of this business are never discussed outside of this building. Part of your contract with this company will be to agree to this, and we wouldn’t want to sue you, Alice."

Alice smiled. I could tell she was loving this. Getting away with sucking her boss’s cock, and now being offered a promotion AND more money.

"So, Alice," Candice continued, "the risk is shared. You make a lot of money, but if you do not perform as we expect we will fire you without notice. We will require your signed consent to this agreement, of course."

"Yes, of course." Alice couldn't wait to sign. It was written all over her greedy face.

“We’d like you to start in ten days’ time, Alice. Please make sure your wardrobe is suitable for our business climate.”

Candice handed her a leaflet explaining the sexualized dress code for the company. Hem length to just below the crotch, tighter fitting blouses and dresses, no bras or at the very most half cup push up bras that allowed the nipples to show through the dress fabric, no pants, high heels, red lipstick, eye make up requirements, hair styling, bare leg or black stockings and suspenders.

It was all written down.

It was all totally illegal.

But all pretty girls love the money. They all think they deserve it. And we paid well.

And all pretty girls love to show off their bodies.

And all pretty girls love to wear tight clothes.

And all pretty girls love to show off their tits.

And all pretty girls love to fuck their bosses.

Alice looked quickly over the pictures and looked up, red faced, staring straight at me.

“That will be fine. I have plenty of clothes like this.”

And Alice signed on the dotted line. Just like all of the pretty girls do.

And I had a massive erection.

Chapter 9 : Another Day In The Office

When I arrived in the office in the morning I was delighted to see Monica in the lobby on our lower floor, greeting all of the staff as they came into work.  All she was wearing was her collar ('I Am A Slut Cunt'), black stockings and a pair of high heels. Her tits looked bruised and reddened. Monica was moving from elevator to elevator, offering herself to anyone that stepped out.

"Thank you for feeling my tits, Mr Jones.

Yes, Miss Goldberg, you may put your fingers inside my pussy. Thank you, Miss Goldberg. I shave my cunt every day to make it as desirable as possible. I am glad you think I have a slutty cunt. Thank you again for roughly fingering me like that. Yes, it hurt a little.

Thank you Miss Ashley for groping my ass. Yes, I love sucking Mr Henderson’s cock.

Thank you Mr Goldstein for letting me stroke your cock hard and for slapping my tits.

Yes, Miss Jackson,  I would love to eat your pussy out but you must see Miss Tracy for scheduling - and thank you for slapping my face.

Thank you Mr Gonzales for pinching my nipples. Yes, Mr Gonzales. I am your motherfucking cock bitch. Yes, I would like you top pinch them harder. Owwww. Yes, that hurt a lot. Thank you.

Good morning, Mr White - I hope my 10am ass fuck is still on today? Good. I look forward to it. Thank you for that nice hard slap. Mr White, I am so, so sorry for the weekend. I am. Yes, I would like another hard slap. Ow. Yes, that really hurt. Thank you.

Hello again Mr Simmonds. Thank you for the brutal fuck me last night and for the painful abuse of my tits. I hope I was worthy of your time. Yes, my tits still hurt. Yes, I would like you to hurt my tits as soon as you have the time, thank you.

Good morning Mr Collins - thank you for spitting in my face and feeling my tits. I would love to lick your asshole today bit you must see Miss Tracy for my availability.

Thank you Miss Valerie for also spitting in my face and yes, I am a whore. 

Thank you Miss Candice for kissing me and feeling my ass. Thank you again. May I please eat out your pussy today? Thank you.

Your cock feels extra hard today, Mr Henderson, and thank you for sliding your finger deep into my ass hole. Thank you for letting me lick your finger clean. Yes, Mr Henderson, I am a dirty whore. Yes, I would love your cock up my ass, but I am so sorry - junior management have to get permission from Mr Fleming for that sort of thing. I am deeply sorry about that.

Miss Valerie again.  Ow, that hurt. Thank you for slapping my face as hard as you can. Yes, you are a gorgeous woman, Miss Valerie. I am jealous of your good looks and mouthwatering figure."

(Miss Valerie is 190 lbs.)

"Hello Mr Paulson. It's a pleasure to see you today. Yes, yes, I am pushing my tits out as best I can Mr Paulson. Ahhhh, ow, ow, ow. That is so hot. Thank you for pouring your piping hot coffee all over my tits, Mr Paulson. I look forward to fucking your beautiful cock today.

Actually, Mr Banks, if you want to do that I will have to get on the floor so I can open my legs wide enough. You do? OK. I am sorry for making you have to kneel down, Mr Banks, but you should be able to get you fist into my cunt now. Ahhh...ahhhhh, yes it hurts quite a bit, Mr Banks, but I am happy that you are finding enjoyment from my incredible pain.”

“Good morning, Mr Fleming,” smiled Tracy, her breasts bursting against her tight t-shirt. I slipped my hand under her short skirt and rested it on her ass.

“Oh good,“ I said. “No panties today.”

“I like it when you feel my ass at work, Mr Fleming. How was your weekend?”

“Good. Good. Paulson and White brought Monica around on Saturday evening.”

“Did you fuck it?”

“Of course I fucked her, Tracy. That is what Monica is for. I tell you what, though. I went out to get some food for thirty minutes and when I came back Monica was crying her eyes out. No idea what the boys did to her. Didn’t ask. Didn’t care. She was just sitting on the floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing her heart out. Paulson and White were just sitting there watching soccer on TV.”

“What did you do?”

“Put my cock in her mouth and watched the game with them.”

Tracy put her hand over her mouth and giggled.

“It took her twenty minutes before she made me come.” I kissed Tracy on the cheek. “Your ass feels really good, Tracy. You are making me hard.”

We were interrupted when Monica saw us and came over.

“Good morning Mr Fleming, Miss Tracy - it's nice to see you both. Would you like me to come up to your office now for your morning blowjob?"

“Have you done you gym today?”

“Yes, I got in early so I had the time to greet everybody. Did you like how I greeted everyone, Mr Fleming? I did it for you.”

“What were your viewing figures today?”

“18,703.”

“Oh dear, Monica.”

“I am doing everything I can, Mr Fleming. I really am.”

“Perhaps myself and Tracy can think of some ideas, Monica. Something so degrading and debasing that it would sure to be an Internet hit. Would you like that? Perhaps something involving a dog?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I would like that.” She forced a smile. Bless her. “But did you like how I greeted everybody?”

“Oh shut up, Monica,” snarled Tracy. “Just shut the fuck up. Do you really think that letting everybody feel your tits, spit on you and treat you like shit is going to impress us?”

“No Miss Tracy. I was just trying….”

“Shut the fuck up, before I punch your tits.”

“Alright, girls. Alright. So you may come up and suck my cock after you are done here, and I am sure Tracy would like some attention too.”

“Actually, I will take a shit while she is sucking you, Mr Fleming, so after you can come and find me in the restroom and lick my ass clean.”

“Yes, Miss Tracy. I would love to do that for you.”

"I want you to crawl into my office on all fours and beg me to throat fuck you. I am going to see if I can suffocate you with my cock today, Monica. Ram it down so deep and pinch your nose shut.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“And clean up that coffee off your tits. I want a bit more effort than what you managed on Saturday, Monica."

"Yes, of course, Mr Fleming. I will take you all of the way into my throat, just as you like it. I can't wait to taste your come again."

“Monica,” Tracy said. “What did Mr Paulson and Mr White do to you on Saturday?”

“Mr White fucked my ass with his fist, Miss Tracy, while Mr Paulson throat fucked me. Mr White tried to get his other fist into my pussy but it wouldn’t fit at the same time. It just wouldn’t go in!  I have apologized again and again.”

“Monica,” said Tracy. “You are a useless, dumb cunt. What are you?”

“I am a useless, dumb cunt, Miss Tracy.”

“Would you like me to waste yet more of my time and teach you how to get triple fisted?”

“Triple, Miss Tracy?”

“Mouth. Cunt. And ass, you stupid fuck.”

“Yes please, Miss Tracy. I don’t want to take too much of your valuable time, Miss Tracy. I am a quick learner.”

“Shut up.”

Later.....

"Mr Fleming - it's Amanda on Line 3."

"Monica's sister?"

"Yes."

"Ok, ah, put her through. Thanks Tracy."

"Hello, Amanda? Nice to, ah, hear from you again."

"Hi Mr Fleming. I was wondering if I could ask a favour?"

"I've been thinking of you, Amanda. When am....I going to see those succulent little breasts of yours again?"

"Perhaps soon, if you help me...."

"What do you need?"

"I need my bitch boss taken down a peg or two. She's a dentist, and is facing a lawsuit from one of her pissed off clients. If I send you the information, do you think you would be able to help? "

"Ah....yes....ah.....get my email address from Tracy and send everything over. "

"Mr Fleming? Is my sister with you right now?"

"Yes."

"Is she sucking your cock again?"

"Yes."

"Jesus. Can you put me on speaker phone?"

I tapped the button. "You're on."

"Hi Mon - it's Amanda. What are you up to?"

Monica slid her mouth off my cock with a nice juicy slurp. "I am sucking Mr Fleming's cock like I do every morning, Amanda." She lowered her head back down and began licking my hard shaft.

"How long have you been sucking his cock?"

"About 20 minutes."

“Tell Amanda what you are going to do after you have made me come.”

“Amanda, after this I am going to lick someone’s ass clean.”

"What slutty choker are you wearing today?"

"'I Love Cock In My Ass' "

"Jesus, Monica. Are you naked?"

"No - Apart from my collar I also have my black stockings on." She sank her wet mouth back onto my cock, pushing her lips around the root, lapping her tongue against my underside and gently sucking, enough to thrill but not bring me to orgasm.

"Mon - takes his balls in your mouth and suck hard on them, and stroke his cock while you are doing that. With your other hand, wet a finger in your mouth and slide  it up your own ass and fuck yourself. Is she doing it, Mr Fleming?"

"Yes....yes.....yes she is." I tilted my head back and relished the sensations pulsating through my balls and cock.

"Suck nice and hard Mon, make sure you give both balls your undivided attention. Put that finger in your ass into your mouth and lick it clean, and slide it back up your ass. All the way up to your knuckle. Lovingly stroke that cock, Mon. Show him how much you love his cock, how much you worship it. You do worship Mr Fleming's cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Amanda. I love it more than anything."

“I loved watching you get fucked the other day, Mon.”

“Thank you, Amanda. I am pleased to hear that.”

"Now lick his balls and make sure they are nice and wet, then move your tongue all over his shaft. Make sure every part of it is wet. And keep fingering your own ass. I can hear you slurping all over his cock, Mon. You are such a whore. When his cock is nice and wet, get it into your mouth as deep as you can, and suck him. Suck him as hard as you can. I can hear that. I can hear you sucking cock, dear big sister. You are making my pussy wet! Mr Fleming - can you take a quick picture of my sister sucking your cock and email it to me? Thanks. I will have to go soon as Miss Duncan will be back from her very long lunch break. She's my boss, Mr Fleming. I hope you can nail her for everything she has."

"I'll do my best," I gasped, reveling in the sight of my hard cock inside the well trained mouth of Monica.

"Mon, now ease off his cock, really slowly. You can stop fucking your own ass now, so lick you finger clean.  Now I want you to put his cock between your boobs and just gently sway from side to side, so you are stroking him with the inside of your tits. Smile at him and tell you how much you love sucking his cock. Nice and loud so I can hear."

My erection looked so good between her tits, and the tantalizingly gentle touch of her flesh was thrilling.

"Mr Fleming," Monica smiled. "I love sucking your cock. It's my favourite thing to do and I look forward to having your beautiful cock in my mouth every day. "

"I didn't hear that - can you say it again but louder this time?" Amanda was being naughty, and I smiled at her audacity.

"I love sucking your cock. It's my favourite thing to do," repeated Monica, loud enough for Tracy to hear in reception.

"That's good, Mon. And I believe you too. I'm looking at the photo on my phone of you sucking Mr Fleming's cock right now. You look good with a cock in your mouth, I have to say. Ooops. Miss Duncan is back. Have to go now. "

The line went dead. I grabbed Monica's head with both hands and pulled her back onto my hard cock.

"Suck me and make me come." I violently fucked into her mouth while I held her head down. "Tell me what you are."

She came up from my cock, strings of saliva stretching from her mouth, and said "I am a stupid, slutty, office cock sucking whore."

"Suck me, and then say it again, and keep doing it until I come in your throat."

Later, In The Bathroom

"My God. What are you doing in here?"

"Once Miss Tracy told Miss Candice that I was so good it licking her ass clean, Miss Candice thought it would be good for me....to serve men in my down time...when nobody wants to fuck me or allow me to pleasure them with my mouth."

"I suppose so. But what exactly are you doing in here?"

"Well, I help men go about their business. May I ask - are you in here to piss, or shit sir?"

"Piss."

"OK. Please step over to this clean urinal and allow me to take care of you."

Monica took my hand and led me over to the urinal. She stood next to me, reach and unzipped my fly, fumbled for my cock and pulled it out, aiming my cock into the bowl, ready for me to pee.

"Please feel my tits while you relieve yourself."

I began groping and squeezing her as my pee streamed out. After I had finished she turned me around and got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking me clean. She of course made me hard.

"Would you like to fuck me now, Mr Fleming?" she said, looking up at me, licking the head of my cock.

"Perhaps. But tell me - what would you do if I wanted to take a shit?"

She looked up at me and continued to caress my erect cock with her soft hands.

"I guide the gentleman into the stall, get on my knees and pull his trousers down. I request that he then sits on the toilet and I ask him if he would like me to suck his cock while he takes his shit. Once he is done, I wipe him clean with toilet paper and then polish his ass off with my tongue. I will stroke his cock while I do this, of course. I will then guide him over to the sinks where I wash my hands and then enquire as to whether he has the time to fuck me. If he wishes to put his cock into me, I bend over the sink and offer him my cunt or ass. I have a jar of lubricant here on the counter top for anal sex."

"I see, Monica. You seem to have thought of everything. Open your mouth."

She opened up. I leant forward,  spat several times into her mouth, and left.

Chapter 10 : The Hardware Store

"Remember Monica, we can hear everything. You must be truthful in everything you say. Do you understand?"

I could see her through the car window wobble off in her heels towards the hardware store’s entrance.

There was a slight crackle over the line and then we heard her say "Yes, I understand Mr Fleming."

Tracy grinned and gently ran her hand over my thigh, but all eyes were on Monica. Already builders and scruffily dressed contractors were looking at her as she walked by, her heels, her tight ass barely covered by the hem of her equally tight white dress, her tits, pushed up high by a half cup bra looked so, so fuckable. Before we left I had painted my own hands black and pressed them against her tits, making hand marks on her dress. I also put a hand print on her ass. They looked fantastic, and everybody laughed as soon as they saw her.

I kissed Tracy and idly moved my hand onto the soft skin of her leg, stroking and enjoying her beauty. Her legs parted slightly, so that I could finger her if I wanted to, but my concentration was on Monica.

“When I did my design degree I basically lived in this store. I must have come here ten times a week,” she said.

“I never really understood why you ditched your interior design stuff and came to work for me.”

“No jobs. And I didn’t have the balls to get my own thing going. Besides, I have much more fun working for you,” Tracy said, and gently squeezed my cock.

“One of these days, Tracy. You can’t spend your entire life working for the firm. You must get out into the world a bit.”

We both looked back out of the car window.

"Are you inside now Monica? We can't see you."

"Yes, I am inside Mr Fleming."

"Remember, you must approach the first male shop assistant."

"I see one. I am going to him now."

"Describe him."

"18 or 19 year old. White. Slightly heavy. He's looking at me."

“Is he looking at you as if he wants to fuck you, Monica? You know the look.”

“Yes he is.”

"Hello - can I help you?"

I heard his voice.

"Yes, I hope so. I am looking for, er, like clear plastic sheets. Thick clear plastic. Do you have any of that?"

"Do you mean a plastic tarp?"

"No - not that - I want thicker clear plastic. I don't know what you would call it."

"Can you tell me what it's for?"

"Er....yes...uhm...it's for my boyfriend."

"OK. What does he want to do with it? I don't understand what clear plastic sheets you mean."

"Monica..." I warned.

"He... er... we.... erm... What is your name?

"Jon."

"OK, Jon. Er...my boyfriend is looking to build something for me. Something quite personal and just for me."

"OK....What is he trying to build?"

"Er……It's for a tit press."

"Excuse me?"

"A tit press. He wants to make a tit press for me."

"I don't understand."

"When I displease him, or if he wants to put me in pain for his entertainment, he wants to squeeze my tits between two pieces of clear plastic, held together by some c-clamps - which I also need to buy, please."

There was silence.

"Monica, cough if he is smiling."

She coughed.

"Ask him if he likes your tits."

"Do you like my tits?"

"I can't say, Miss. You are a very pretty lady."

"Ask him if he thinks your tits will look good in a tit press?"

"Do you think my tits will look good in a tit press?"

"Miss. Please.  I am working. I can't say.  I.... I think you want acrylic...please come with me."

I could hear the mike scratch and rub against Monica's tight dress as she walked through the store. I smiled when I thought of everyone looking at the hand prints on her tits and ass.

"Are these what you want?"

"Yes. This is just what I want. Thank you. But will you be able to cut them to the right size?"

"Yes - we can do that here. What size do you want them to be?"

"I need it cut  to be about two inches wider and deeper than my tits, and I need two of them, of course. "

"You don't have exact measurements?"

"34C."

"That doesn't help, Miss."

"Why don't you take a good long look at my tits and guess the size?"

"Er...maybe 12 inches across and 5 inches deep. I can cut these to that size, no problem."

"Remember, cunt face, you have no money," teased Tracy.

" Jon - as you can see - I have no money. But I really want these things - can you help me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean, Jon. You haven't stopped staring at my tits since I came in the store. "

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...."

"It's OK Jon. I like it when men look at my tits. I like it when YOU look at my tits. I like it a lot. You can see my nipples pushing through my thin dress, can't you? My nipples are so hard for you, Jon., You are turning me on when you look at my tits. I'd love it if you could just suck on them right now. Would you like to suck them. Jon? I thought you would. I'd love that so much. I could stroke your cock while you are sucking and kissing and licking them. And then....and then..if I am a good girl, and I my tits please you enough, you might let me suck you cock? Would you let me do that, Jon? If I asked you nicely, if I begged you, would you let me put my soft lips around your delicious, hard dick and suck you as hard as I can? I can make your cock feel sooooo good, Jon. I am getting turned on just by thinking about you sliding yourself into my warm mouth. All the way Jon. I can take all of you. I can make you come so hard, Jon. I am so good at sucking cock. I know just how you will like it. I bet you would like me to swirl my tongue over your balls, wouldn't you? Yes. I will suck on your balls and stroke them with my tongue. Would you like to shoot your load over my face? Or would you like to come over my tits instead? I can do all of those things for you, Jon, but you must buy this stuff for my tit press. Wouldn't you like to touch me, Jon? All you have to do is buy my tit press for me. Please Jon. Please. I will let you slide your cock in between my tits if you want. That would be soooooo hot, Jon. So fucking hot, wouldn't it?"

"What about your pussy?"

" Jon - I would love you to have your cock inside my cunt, but my pussy belongs to another man – my boyfriend - and you will have to ask his permission if you want to fuck me down there."

"OK. Yes.  Er....just a blowjob. That's what I want. After work tonight. Here. At 6 o'clock."

"Of course, Jon. I will enjoy that. Don't forget I need 2 c-clamps too. You can get me those?"

"Yes. I can. 6pm."

"Six it is, Jon."

A few moments later I could see Monica walk back towards the car. I opened up the trunk and she climbed in. I was about to slam it shut when she looked up at me and said "I love sucking cock instead of paying for things, Mr Fleming. Thank you for teaching me that."

"Show me your tits."

She awkwardly pulled her dress down, struggling in the confines of the Jaguar trunk.

"I can't wait to see them in the tit press, Monica. It's going to hurt so much." I slammed the trunk door shut and drove Tracy to a nearby restaurant, dining comfortably with her for ninety minutes until the time approached six.

"It's going to be so fucking hot in the trunk, Tracy."

"Yes," giggled Tracy. "It's going to be unbearable. Let's take it some water."

After we had driven back to the hardware store, Tracy opened up the back and Monica staggered out, pulling her dress back over her tits. She was soaking with sweat and her nipples were pushing hard against the moist fabric.

"Mr Fleming clearly thinks of you more than you do of him, Monica. He has kindly brought some water for you from the restaurant."

"Thank you, Mr Fleming."

Tracy threw the liquid over her chest, making Monica's wet tits even more defined than they already were.

"Thank you for making my tits look better Miss Tracy."

"Now go and get your tit press, Monica. I want you back here within 20 minutes, so suck him hard."

It was closer to half an hour before we saw Monica again, running back to the car with her tits bouncing, clutching a plastic bag with the top and bottom pieces of acrylic and two clamps in.

"Did you enjoy sucking his cock?" I said as I held the trunk open.

"Yes, Mr Fleming. He came over my tits in the men’s restroom."

I raced back to my apartment with Tracy, breaking all the speed limits on the way, neither of us unable to contain our excitement. Tracy kept my cock hard with her soft touch and I fingered her at every red light. I opened the back of the car up to let Monica out and then stepped into the elevator to take us from the underground parking garage to the 23rd floor.

And now, here she was. Her tits crushed to no more than three quarters of an inch high between the two plastic blocks. Her nipples pointed grotesquely through the opening in the front. She was sobbing loudly, kneeling on the floor. Her knees wide apart. Her hands tied behind her back. Her grimacing mouth howled and cried into the pain.

"Just one more turn, Tracy, on the right one."

Tracy, naked except for her black stockings and matching heels,  turned one of the two clamps another full rotation. More cries. More pain. It was an effort not to come. I was so aroused.

"You are making me so hard, Monica."

"Do you see what it takes for you to make Mr Fleming hard, Monica? Are you really prepared to put yourself through this pain to make him hard?"

"Yes......Yes I am, Miss Tracy. Please let me out now. Please. You will ruin my tits forever."

I was standing in front of Monica, my cock less than a foot away from her. Tracy was also on her knees, lovingly stroking me, kissing me, caressing my shaft and balls.

"But you have never truly loved his cock like I do, have you Monica? It is my mouth he seeks, because he knows I love sucking him off. It is my pussy he wants because it is so much tighter than yours. It is my tits he wants to fuck because they are so much more firmer than yours. I love making Mr Fleming come - his sound alone is so beautiful. Through your tears - can you see his cock now? How it twitches to my touch?"

Tracy took me into her mouth, and sucked.

"Mmmmmm, Monica. It tastes so good. I don't know why you don't love Mr Fleming's cock, Monica."

She licked and swirled her tongue all over me again.

"I do, Miss Tracy. I do love his cock. I love it so much. I love sucking it as much as you do, Miss Tracy. Please let me go now. Please. My tits hurt so much."

"Mmmmm. And his come, Monica. Do you love his come?" She took me back into her mouth, and sucked hard.

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I love how his come tastes. I love..." She gasped again, and looked down to her flattened tits. "...I love his come. I love feeling his come in my ass, over my tits. I love it so much. Every drop of his come is so precious to me. Please let me go now, Miss Tracy. Please let me suck his cock. Please. My tits hurt. "

I heard a ‘splat’ as one of her tits dropped onto the top of her tit press.

"You see, Monica,  when he comes, when he pumps his juice into me, when his hips convulse into his pleasure, when his cock goes deeper than ever before, when he kisses me and squeezes and bites my tits as he comes - there is no greater feeling. But with you, Monica. I see hatred. I do not see your pleasure when you are with him. This is why you are there, and I am here."

"No, Miss Tracy." Monica was sobbing louder now, her body shaking. "No. I absolutely love making him come. I love his cock more than anything. My tits hurt so much, Miss Tracy. Please let me go and let me show you how much I love his cock. Please let me go. I'll do anything."

Tracy leaned towards Monica and licked her engorged nipples. And then she bit one.

Monica screamed and instinctively pulled away, protecting her sensitive tits. She quickly kneeled upright again, fearful of repercussions. She looked into Tracy's smiling face and then up to mine, pleading to be released. Tracy slapped her face and began to suck my cock again.

"Monica - it sounds to me that you are more concerned with your own tits rather than Mr Fleming's pleasure. This is the man that has taken care of you, Monica. Stopped you going to prison."

"No...no...I want his cock so bad. Please...I want to make him happy. I try so hard to be the best fuck I can."

"Do you love Mr Fleming for making a you the whore you always wanted to be?" She licked my underside and then around the crown, before sucking me deep back into her mouth again.

"Yes....yes I do. I do love him for that. Please loosen my tit clamp! I have learnt my lesson!! Please…"

Tracy continued to suck me, silently ravishing herself on my hard flesh. Monica sobbed, and watched. I began to fuck, gently moving back and forth into her mouth. I looked down to Tracy, her eyes gazing up to me, gauging my response to her technique.

"Mmmm. So good Mr Fleming. You hard cock is so fucking good."

Beads of sweat were breaking out all over Monica. Her tortured expression was priceless. Her hideous tits, squashed beyond the edges of the two, clamped plastic plates, looked as if they were about to rip open. She watched Tracy make love to my cock, watched her enjoying herself, loving giving herself to me cock.

"Miss Tracy. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please. Please." She squirmed, her hands not breaking free, her tit press not going anywhere. "Please....tighten my tit press more."

I felt Tracy's suction pause, momentarily, and then she withdraw from my shaft.

"Excuse me, Monica? What did you just say?"

"Please tighten my tit press, Miss Tracy."

"Do you mean that?" smiled Tracy, hardly able to contain her glee.

"Yes."

It was another psychological victory.

"I see. Well, it's going to hurt quite a bit Monica."

”I want to show you my love. My Submission. Please, Tracy. Hurt my tits some more – and my pain will make Mr Fleming’s cock harder. Will it please you if my tits were crushed more, Mr Fleming?” She could barely talk through the excruciating pain.

“Yes, Monica. It will.”

"Please forgive me, Mr Fleming, while I leave your cock briefly unattended." Tracy smiled. She raised both of her hands to each clamp and began to turn them one full rotation each. Monica's eyes bulged. Her body stretched taut. Her eyes clenched shut. She moaned and groaned and rocked back and forth, the pain wracking through her body.

Tracy laughed out loud and we both reached for our phones to take some pictures.

"Smile!" teased Tracy, as her soft hand found my cock again. I leaned over to kiss her, and to feel her beautiful breasts.

"Kiss my cock, Monica." I leaned forward to meet her pursed lips. I held myself there and watched Monica kiss and lick my cockhead while her tears fell onto my shaft.

"Thank you Mr Fleming for taking care of me and not letting me go to prison.” She took a moment to take in two short, deep breaths, the air rasping through her lips. “I love being close to you, close to your cock.” She struggled to get the words out from between her clenched teeth.  “It pleases me that my pain can make you so hard."

I pushed my cock into her mouth, all the way. She began to gag and resist, so I reached behind her head and pulled her on to me, so I could feel her lips grip the base of my cock. 

“Tell me how much your tits hurt, Monica,” I said, pulling out and sinking back into Tracy’s open mouth.

“Oh god, they hurt so bad. So bad. It feels like they are about to rip open.” I could tell it was an effort for her to even talk.

"Get on the floor, Tracy, and open your legs." I pulled out of her mouth and watched as the strings of saliva fell from Tracy’s mouth and onto the top of her breasts.

I kneeled between Tracy's lovely legs, stroking her smooth thighs, enjoying her hands caressing my erection. I leaned over her, marveling at her sensual breasts, and small waist, her flowing red hair and slowly slid my cock into her. I lifted her legs up and wedged my arms under them, ensuring her legs stayed up in the air, her pussy  now facing up. I plunged down, sliding my entire cock into her. We fucked harder than ever before. I pounded into her from on top. Then I fucked her from behind. She rode me. We taunted Monica. We spat at her. I fucked Tracy’s mouth again. We 69’d. Tracy laid on her side and I kneeled behind her, my hands resting on her tight ass, my cock plunging into her, enjoying Monica’s torture, her submission.

"Look how beautiful Tracy's tits are Monica, and compare them to your flat, hideous saucers. Her nipples are perfection and yours are so fucking ugly, Monica. You should be embarrassed - not caring about your tits like this. Begging us to tighten your tit press. I hope you are satisfied."

Tracy reversed herself and kneeled over me, her ass facing me, and I fucked up into her, pulling down on her hips to my cock's demanding rhythm.

"Tracy's pussy is so, so tight, Monica. It's what every man wants to savour. When I fuck you it's like fucking into a bucket."

Tracy leaned back over my chest and I continued to fuck up into her, ravishing both of her tits with my hands.

"Look at Tracy's lovely face, Monica. Just awash with passion. Her pretty eyes, that mouth that everyman wants to kiss, her lovely skin, those lips. How she smells. She is so sexy Monica. And look at you. Bags under your eyes, wrinkles around your mouth because you have been sucking on too much cock. You are a mess, Monica. Nobody is going to want to sleep with you, Monica. Nobody."

It was Tracy's turn. "Monica - I am getting a pizza delivered tonight. Rather than tip the delivery boy a few bucks will you suck his cock instead?"

Monica began to cry again.

"Yes," she sobbed. "If you want me to, yes."

Tracy laughed, and eased herself off me and got back on all fours, head down, so her behind was raised high.

"You know Monica," Tracy continued while I began thrusting into her, "you can stop anytime. Any time you want...ah...I love how you fuck me....Monica - you can stop this now if you want to. You can just stop and go to jail instead.....ah....yes....so good....your cock is so good..... or you can stay with us and be our toy."

"I want to stay and be your sex toy, Miss Tracy…..” She paused as she tried to control her pain. “I want you both to use me to give yourself pleasure. That’s all I want."

Tracy fell silent for a minute, lost in the sensations of the fuck, her lustful gasps filling the room.

"And when I slap you, Monica...when we slap your face - or slap your tits or ass - we do it for fun. It's so much fun for us to hurt you, Monica. Make you cry.....Do you want us to hurt you like that?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I just want to make you both happy."

I was fucking into Tracy's tight pussy hard now, my thighs slapping against her ass, pounding into her as my orgasm approached.

I stared at Monica’s tortured tits, surged forward once more and came so, so hard, my orgasm ripping through my cock to drench my entire body in exquisite pleasure.

Chapter 11 : The Duncan Dental Group

"Good evening. Miss Duncan?"

"Mrs Duncan, yes. Can I help you?"

"Yes, I hope so. You are Miss Duncan, the owner of this dentist's office?" It was 5.30 and just a couple of her staff were tidying up, preparing for the next day and ready to go home

"Mrs Duncan. Mrs," she once again stressed. "And yes, I am she. Would you like to schedule an appointment? I am afraid we are closing for today, but Amanda my receptionist can book you in for next week."

I glanced over at Amanda. It was Monica's sister. She was working on her computer behind the front desk and smiled at me, and mouthed a silent "hi". I nodded back and motioned downwards with my hand to keep our friendship quiet.

"Actually, my name is Fleming. I am a lawyer."

"Ah. I know who you are. You are the leeches working for that fuckwit Jones, right?"

"Mr Jones, yes, that is correct. He is our client. I was wondering if we might have a word? It'll only take 15 minutes or so."

She eyed me up, trying to determine my motive to gain some sort of advantage.

"Susan, Jen - and you Amanda - you can all go home now. Amanda - lock the door behind you."

"Actually, for the things I am about to say to you I do need a witness. Perhaps this girl, Amanda, wasn't it?   - could stay."

"Fine. Come with me. Do I need my lawyer here?"

"No."

I followed Duncan back to her office, fucking my hips in the air a few times at the smiling Amanda, who followed behind me.

Duncan sat on the edge of her desk, facing me, barely able to contain her hatred for everything I was doing to her and her business. I looked at her, her formal dull clothes, her functional haircut, her next to no makeup. She was probably in her early to mid thirties, quite stern looking, small breasts and her legs, well, I couldn't tell as they were mostly covered up by a long, drab skirt. She was somebody I doubt I or any other man would have given a second look to outside of here.

I sat down across the room from her, and the lovely Amanda sat to my left. I tried to smell her perfume, but she was too far away. Perhaps in a minute or two it would reach me.

"Well? What do you want? I need to get home soon."

"Miss Duncan. Please let me talk for a few minutes, so we can both understand the situation you are in a little better. As you know, my client Edward Jones is pressing charges that you removed the wrong tooth from him."

"That's a lie...."

"Please. Please let me continue. We both know that the x-rays show the wrong tooth was extracted by you. This in itself is not a large matter in the eyes of the law, but the considerable pain you left him in, the refusal to refund his money, the refusal to extract the correct tooth at no extra charge to him, the disgraceful, abusive voice mails you left on his phone, plus my time is all adding up to be quite a big case. You are looking at damages and legal costs that are approaching six or maybe seven hundred thousand dollars, Miss Duncan. And the reason I refer to you as Miss Duncan is because I know you have recently got a divorce and that the ill-advised legal set up of your company allows us to go after your bank accounts as well as your house and business assets."

The arrogant look on her face dropped, and she looked nervously at Amanda, then back at me.

"What do you want?"

"Before I answer that - Amanda,” I turned to look at the pretty teen, “what is Miss Duncan like for a boss? Honestly? Please speak freely. I can assure that Miss Duncan will not reproach you in anyway."

"Erm....she can be a bit strict, but is fair. She likes things done only her way and, er, can be a bit mean if we are late by a few minutes or want some time off."

"So to paraphrase you, Amanda, she can be a bit of a bitch?"

"Yes," Amanda said, barely able to conceal her smile. “She can be a bit of a bitch. To use your words, Mr Fleming.”

"Amanda - I will speak to you tomorrow about this!" Duncan hissed.

"Miss Duncan - I am aware of the loans you have to keep this business going, the value of your house and mortgage debt, your still outstanding dentistry school debt, your credit card debt etc etc not to mention the modest amount you keep in your investment account, so I know that when we win these legal proceedings, which you know we will, you will be ruined for many years to come. Perhaps for a decade. Perhaps forever. To be blunt, Miss Duncan, your life is in my hands."

There was a moment of silence as she digested everything I had just said. She knew I was right.

"Where are you going with this, Mr Fleming?" she said, her voice empty of the bravado she had earlier.

"I have an alternative solution. I'd hate to be the one to ruin anyone's life, really. So I want you to listen to what I have to say, without interruption, without questions. When I have finished I want a simple yes or no, nothing else. If you say yes I will call off the proceedings and tell my client that you wish to apologize and make amends. As I speak to you, think of the math, and I think you will see you come out largely unscathed, financially anyway, and perhaps even increase your revenue here."

I rose from my seat and handed her a business card.

"A plastic surgeon? What is that for?"

I calmly sat back down.

"Miss Duncan. I have asked you to be quiet while I explain. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I am sorry."

"Listen carefully. Tomorrow you will call Dr Fraser and confirm that you will be coming in to see him two days from now to get a breast enhancement surgery. He knows what size I want your tits at, but so you get some idea I'd imagine you will going from the flat chested witch you are now to a pornstar EE cup. You will start wearing provocative clothing around the office from now on. Once you get your new tits you will only wear extremely low cut dresses so that your cleavage is clear for all to see. Your hemline must never be three inches lower than your cunt. You will start wearing makeup and an enticing perfume. Your clothes must be modern, sexy and revealing. And fix your hair, for fuck's sake. Amanda - I was wondering if you could do me a favour? I'd like you, Miss Duncan, to ask Amanda here very politely to take a photo of your tits and ass every day, and she will email those to me so I can make sure you are dressed appropriately. I want a full length body shot. A close up of your tits. A medium shot of your ass and legs. Would you do that for me Amanda?"

"Yes, I would do that for you, Mr Fleming," she said grinning.

"If you are not dressed like the filthy whore you are, the deal is off, and I will sue you for everything you have. How much are you getting paid an hour, Amanda?"

"Fifteen dollars."

"Ok. From now on, Amanda will be paid $50 an hour. She will no longer be the receptionist, but your personal dental assistant. She will make sure that you deal with all of your male clients. She will make sure that when you work on any man you display your new cleavage at all times. If you see a man looking at your chest you will smile and tell him how much you like it when men look at your tits. Dental equipment will be kept across each patient so you have to reach over him to get any of your tools. When you do this Amanda will make sure you rub your tits against his chest. You will bend over during the procedure to make sure the man can see your ass. The only underwear you are allowed from now on is a push up bra. No panties. If you see a man's cock get hard through his trousers you will praise him at how big his cock looks, and you will ask him permission to put your hand down his trousers so that you can caress him. Amanda will tell you when to stop.

When you see a man aroused you will ask him if he wants to watch some porn on the monitors above. You will tell him how you love to watch porn at home. You will tell him it's perfectly fine if he wants to masturbate while you work on him.

Any attempt to turn men away or put them off from having any procedure done on their teeth will be reported to me by Amanda.

There are no second chances. If Amanda calls me to report on any neglect of duty, or to report that you are not behaving sluttily enough to all of the men that come through your doors, you know what will happen.

When a man asks you for a date you will instead go up to Amanda and ask her permission to fuck this man here in your office, and ask Amanda and other staff members if they would like to watch.

I myself will now be a patient of this clinic, as will my other executive staff, and we had better leave impressed, and with our wallets full and out balls empty.

This adventure is to last one year starting on the date when your tits are fully recovered from being inflated, and after that you will not hear from my legal team again, unless of course, you are hungry for a cock to suck on.

You will be nice to your staff at all times. You will tell Amanda at least twice a day how pretty her tits look. If Amanda is not convinced of your sincerity she will call me and I will come down immediately and beat your ass with my belt and only stop once the staff begin to get bored with watching your suffering.

Miss Duncan, yes or no?"

By this time, Duncan was sobbing loudly, tears streaming down her face, her face clenched in anguish.

"Miss Duncan? Your answer, please."

"Yes."

The next day:

"Mr Fleming. May I please speak?"

"Quickly, Monica. What is it?"

"I just want to say, before you hurt me today, that even though I know we have an agreement...I just wanted to tell you...how much I love your hard cock. I love my new tit press and that crushing my tits like you did made you so hard. My pain was worth every second to see you so hard."

"That's very sweet of you Monica. Thank you. Now would you mind bending over, legs straight and hold into your ankles. I'd really like to ram this plug into your ass before my next client arrives."

"Yes, of course I will do that, but I just wanted you to know that. That I love your cock so much. So, so much. How you fuck me, how you rape my ass or throat fuck me. It always excites me to feel your cock  slide over and into my body. Feeling you fuck my tits makes me want to come so bad. No man has ever made me feel like this. That's all I wanted to say. I just think we have something special..."

I looked at her carefully, and then struck her hard in the face. She instinctively tried to get out of the way, but I made fierce, stinging contact.

She straightened back up, tears already forming in her eyes, looking at me, confused.

"I am sorry, Mr Fleming. I spoke out of line. I shouldn't have said those things. I am so sorry."

"You are a stupid, dumb fuck. What are you?"

"I am a stupid dumb fuck, Mr Fleming."

"Nobody in this office gives one shit about your feelings, least of all me. You are a cheap cunt and a pair of tits. That's all you are. What are you?"

"I am a cheap cunt and a pair of tits."

I slapped her again. "Cunt," I snarled. Now bend over and ask me politely to get this large black cock up your ass. You do want to impress my client, don't you?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. Very much. Please would you let me spit on that black dildo so you can force it into my tight ass?"

I held the veiny 10 inch cock near her mouth and watched her spit over the length to make sure it was a wet as it could be. The saliva that got onto my hand was quickly licked off. She looked at me with genuine fear.

"I am very sorry for accidentally spitting on your hand, sir. I look forward to being punished for that at my next appraisal."

"Bend over."

She bent over double, holding onto her ankles as instructed. Her black cocktail dress slid over her ass, exposing her hole and I eased the plastic cock into her butt. She sighed heavily but took it all, like the pro she was.

"Now get over by the client's chair, and stay there until instructed."

By the time Mr Jones arrived, it was nearly 35 minutes later. He looked at Monica and smiled his approval.

"So this is the Monica you have been telling me about? Very nice. "

"Yes indeed it is."

Jones sat down and his hand began playing and stroking her ass while we talked.

"So Mr Jones - I would like to stop legal proceedings against the Duncan Dentist Group. She has agreed to an alternative method of repayment, and I know you are not short of money, so this could be of more interest to you."

"Oh?"

"She has agreed to suck your cock on whatever day you want, for the next twelve months, on her premises during lunch hour. She is also undergoing a tit enlargement operation and you are more than welcome to fuck her tits also. She has asked me to tell you how sorry she is for fucking up your mouth, and to make amends she wants you to treat her like a trashy whore and that she cannot wait to taste your come.. Deal?"

"I should say so!" he said, reaching forward to shake my hand.

“Now, I am off to lunch with Tracy and Candice, so please help yourself to Monica. Try not to come over my carpet – I just had it cleaned. She has stretched her ass hole for you. She has been pestering everybody here to fuck her ass all day, so you’d be doing me a favour if you could butt fuck her and shut her up.”

“I will, Mr Fleming. I’d love to fuck this bitch’s ass.”

Chapter 12 : Another Internet Show

"Wouldn't you like me to stroke your lovely hard cocks? Wouldn't you like to feel my firm tits while I run my soft hands up and down your cock? You know I would love to massage your balls, and tease them, and tell you how much I love them. I want to gently trace my fingers up to your cock head, and tease you, and lightly touch you, stroking you, telling you how much I love your rigid cock, how I love how hard it is. And how I would gently grip you again, and run my hands up and down, up and down, pleasuring and loving your cock, gently twisting my hand, masturbating you, loving how your cock twitches in delight. I love giving hand jobs to men. My hands know exactly what a man wants, what makes him lose control and spurt his come over me.

I want to tell you how I would love your hands on my tits. Gripping them and maybe hurting them a bit. How you would squeeze them with your strong hands and touch them just excites me so much. I would tell you that my tits are yours, and how wet you make me when you feel them, feeling their weight and exploring their shape and their firmness. I love it when men play with my tits. When they squeeze them. When they fuck them, sliding their delicious hard cocks between them, shooting their hot come all over them. When men fuck my tits I always massage their come all over, making sure the man knows my tits are well and truly his. Ready to be touched and fucked whenever he wants to. And I want your cocks, all of them, to fuck my tits. Make my tits yours, forever. I want you to own my tits.

Would you like me to do all of these naughty things to your cock? I know you want me to. I will make you come so hard, harder than you can imagine.

When I masturbate - which is five or six times a day - I always have the same fantasy. That I am straddling a cock, fucking it while the man lays there and plays with my tits. And standing in front of me would be another man, fucking my mouth with his big, hard dick and then they'd be men either side of me, fucking themselves into my hands, letting me masturbate them. Enjoying four cocks at once, I think that’s every girl's fantasy."

Monica took her eyes off the web cam above and quickly glanced to the monitor in front of her. The viewing figures were hovering around twenty three thousand. It wasn't enough, but she knew today was going to help.

"OK, boys, give me your cocks."

The men at home, the Internet pornsters, the men wanking furiously to Monica's slutty warm up talk, clicked at the various cameras until they saw four naked young men move in to where Monica was standing. They watched her undress. The men lined up and she moved to each of them, kissing them, stroking their cocks, rubbing her tits against their chests until all were hard. One laid down on the floor and Monica slid herself onto his cock and began to fuck, her back to his face so her viewers could see her face and watch her tits bounce. Another stepped behind her, not wanting to ruin the camera's view, and pushed his hard cock over her shoulder so that she could turn and devour it into her warm, wet mouth.

She raised her hands and instantly felt the cocks there waiting for her, waiting for her to hands to caress them to orgasm.

The five bodies fucked, sucked, moaned and groaned together for nearly an hour, exhausting Monica, who did most of the work. Places were swapped, fucking resumed, sucking continued. Her tits were pawed at, squeezed and abused. The men tried to rip them off her body. She told them through her nonstop tears that she loved how they punished her tits. The four men controlled their release. When they were ready to come, Monica kneeled on the floor and tilted her head back so she was facing the ceiling, mouth agape. One by one, the men stepped over her and masturbated into her mouth, squirting their come over her face and onto her protruding tongue.

When they had finished, one of the men held a webcam over her face so that everybody watching could see her come soaked face. And then they watched her swallow, with a whorish smile to her face. They watched her tongue lick up any stray globules of come from around her mouth. They watched her use her fingers to clean the rest of her face, licking the come off them.

"Thank you men, for allowing me to make your cocks come."

She turned to look at the camera.

"Tomorrow, all of these fine young men will be fucking me up the ass and then I will be licking their delicious cocks clean after they have shot their load into my ass hole."

She glanced at the viewing figures. 26,561. It wasn't enough.

“Please email or message me if you want to come into my studio gym and fuck me. I want you to make me yours. I want your cocks. Please, please contact me for the best come of your life.”

Chapter 13: Introducing Mr and Mrs Moore

“Mr Moore – next time we meet can you bring your company documents? In the meantime we will create the shell company for you in Cyprus.”

I glanced up at Moore’s ravishing wife, sitting pretty in her D&G one piece grey dress, black hair, red lipstick and black stockings. My favourite. She was maybe 15 years younger than her husband, probably early thirties. Probably his second wife. She saw my gaze linger over her proud breasts, pushing against the fabric of her garment. I looked back up to her sultry face, into her dark eyes, and saw no emotion. I switched over my monitor display so I could remotely see Tracy’s screen. She was on Skype, ready for my signal.

“Will you need anything else?” asked Moore.

“You will need to wire us the initial amount you wish to transfer, and we will deposit it into your new account. It will take seconds to do and you will be able to see the transaction in real time. You have nothing to worry about. After that the account will be set up and you can transfer what you like.”

I looked over Stephanie’s shoulder and nodded through my office window once to Tracy. I looked back at my screen, turned away from the Moores, and saw Tracy begin the Skype conversation.

I continued. “And in about four weeks’ time we will have your new debit cards so you can access your money whenever you want to.”

“HELO STEFANIE.”  Tracy must get better at spelling. Jesus.

I heard the electronic pulse of the incoming Skype message on Stephanie’s phone. She reached into her clutch and looked down to her phone.

“MR FLEMING FINDS YOU V ATTRACTIVE.”

She looked up at me, but I quickly turned my attention back to her husband, now looking indignantly at his wife.

“STAY BEHIND AFTER MEETNG. MR FLEMING WANTS TO FUCK YOU.”

I glanced at my monitor to read what Tracy was typing. So much for the art of seduction.

“HE WANTS TO FUCK YOUR ASS.”

“Is there something wrong, Stephanie? We are having a very important meeting here and all you can do is play with your phone. You are as bad as Katie.” Stephanie was looking flustered, her face blushing.

“Katie?”

“Our daughter, Mr Fleming. Always has her head buried in her fucking phone.”

“Nothing is wrong,” she said, looking directly at me. I couldn’t read her face. Another message came in. I looked up at my screen again.

“HE WANTS TO PUT HIS COCK INTO YOUR MOUTH”

quickly followed by

“DROP YOUR PHONE IF YOU WAN  T MR FLEMING TO FUCK U TODAY.”

I continued to talk to Mr Moore, but my peripheral vision was locked into Stephanie’s phone. She played with it in her lap, turning it around, picking it up, running her fingers along its edge. I looked over to her and smiled, but continued to engage Mr Moore. Drop your phone, dammit. The meeting was concluding. She put the phone back into her clutch, and gave me a forced, quick smile.

“So, Mr Moore, we’ll be in touch very soon. You have our details.” They both stood up to leave and I walked around my desk to shake his hand.

“Yes. You have a good reputation Mr Fleming, and I know we can trust you to look after our family’s wellbeing.”

I moved slightly behind Stephanie so I could put my hand on her ass, but she seemed to second guess my intent and moved in front of her husband, out of my reach. Oh well. You  win some and lose some. As they left I shrugged my shoulders at Tracy.

“Can you get Monica? I need to fuck someone.”

“Of course, Mr Fleming. She is fucking one of Mr Simmond’s clients in his office right now. Should be available in about 15.”

“OK. We really need to get a second girl. ” I got back to work. My in tray was as big as ever. Monica had been a distraction – albeit a very good one – and my workload was getting heavier by the day.

There was a knock on my door. It was Stephanie, her face stained with tears.

“Did you forget something, Mrs Moore? And what is wrong – you look so upset.”

She walked over to me, and then around my desk and with legs straight,  bent herself forwards across my desk top. She lifted her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees, revealing the most perfect, tight, fuckable ass. I immediately reached out to touch her flesh.

“My husband demanded to see the messages on my phone. He told me to come back and do as you wish.”

“Do you always do as you are told?”

“I do as he tells me. He makes me do these things. It turns him on. He buys me nice things when I please him.”

“You married him because he was rich, didn’t you?”

She didn’t reply.

“Tracy,” I called through the open door. “Would you come in here and soothe some lubricant over my cock? Mrs Moore wants me to fuck her ass.”

She nodded back to me.

“When is your husband expecting you back?” I said, already dropping my trousers and rubbing my cock between her smooth butt cheeks.

“He is going to meet me outside in one hour.”

“And Tracy? Would you call Mr Moore and tell him that he can pick up his wife from the lobby of the Hotel Monaco tomorrow morning at 9?”

Chapter 14 : Yet Another Day In The Office

"Monica - please come in. And take your clothes off, for God's sake. "

Monica slipped out of her black dress, placed her hands behind her head and stood naked in front of me.

"Push your tits out, Monica. How many times do I have to tell you? Geez. Anyway, I have some paperwork for you to sign - come and sit next to me." I tapped the couch beside me and she walked over and sat down.

“Open your fucking legs, Monica.”

She parted them as wide as they could go, so that her right leg went over my left knee. I immediately began to fondle her tits, and I let her kiss me.

"May I please have permission to enjoy your cock, Mr Fleming?"

"Not right now Monica.  I want you to sign these papers. It's a legal request to one of the local courts for you to change your name."

I saw the look of concern immediately on her face. Concern that was just, considering what I was about to do.

"I am going to change your name to Monica Kunt. With a 'k'. We will say you have recently discovered Inuit ancestry and want to celebrate that with a name change. I don't see any trouble and we should be done in a couple of weeks. From then on you will be known to everyone as Miss Kunt. Do you like your new name?"

Her face crumpled – and yes – here come the tears again.

“Well?”

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I do."

I licked the tear trickling down her cheek.

"I thought you might. How would you like to thank me, Miss Kunt?"

"Perhaps I could suck your beautiful, hard cock until I make you come?"

"C’mon then Miss Kunt. Show me what you can do. And don’t forget to suck my balls for chrissake. "

Later:

I tapped the intercom button.

"Tracy - where is Monica?"

"One moment, Mr Fleming. Let me check it’s schedule. It's getting fucked up the ass with Jimmy White for just a few more minutes, then it is free for half an hour, and it is due in your office for your regular afternoon blowjob at 2.45."

"OK. Thank you. When White is done with her tell her to meet me in the break room."

"Of course."

"Oh - and Tracy? This weekend I'd like a threesome with you and one of your hot friends - can you organize that for me?"

"Yes, of course. Who would you like?"

"Er, the one who loves getting her tits fucked. Wasn't it Anne?"

"Yes, Annie. With an ‘i e’. I'll call her right now. I am sure she will be thrilled."

"Thanks. You look very nice today, Tracy. We have no clients this afternoon – why don’t you work topless? "

I looked through my office and saw Tracy smiling at me. She hung up and began undoing her blouse, and I tried to focus on work, my own hand soothing the needs of my cock. Moments later she buzzed me again. “Miss Kunt is on its way to the break room.” I kissed her as I walked past, enjoying her beautiful breasts with my hands.

“When you come back up can you suck on them for me?”

“Yes, Tracy. I will.”

By the time I made it down the elevator to the break room Monica was there waiting for me, straightening her clothes and trying to fix her hair.

"How was the ass fuck, Monica?"

"Very good, thank you. Mr White fucked my ass for 20 minutes or so and then decided to come in my mouth so that I could taste my own ass. He slapped my tits really hard until I cried. I really enjoyed myself."

"Good. Well, we have a bit of a treat for you, Monica. I don't know if you have seen the maintenance guys working here for the past few days, but they have done some pipe work to connect your work out room in the basement with these two lovely rubber cocks over here." I pointed over to the far wall of the room and there, about 5 inches off the floor, pointed out two realistic looking cocks. Each cock had a wide girth of 2 inches and were both 12 inches long.

"Mr Fleming, they look lovely, thank you, but they are slightly too low for me to fuck."

"Jesus, Monica. That's all you think about, isn't it? These are not for you to fuck. These are here for you to suck. These rubber cocks are connected to barrels of nutrients in the basement. You are to come in here at noon everyday - when the break room is busiest, undress, except for your collar and high heels, and get on all fours, ready to suck on both cocks. The cock on the right will be connected to a fresh supply of bull sperm and the cock on the left will be freshly squeezed human breast milk that we are buying from a local hospital, though your friend Mr Chung says he will be able to provide human milk to us soon also. You will drink one pint of each per day. Tracy will check the levels in the barrels each day to make sure at least a pint of each has been drank.  There is no pump, you will have to suck extremely hard to bring the come and milk through the thin pipes from 14 floors below.

Can you read the sign above the cocks, Monica?"

"Yes, I can. It says 'Please fuck me while I drink bull come.'"

"What are you, Monica?"

"I am an animal come drinking, filthy, motherfucking cock whore."

"That's right, Monica. Now I want to fuck that cheap, slutty cunt of yours. Let's go back up to the conference room."

Monica gasped with each of my thrusts. I grabbed a clump of her hair for more leverage and pushed forward again and again. She grunted. Her naked body was flat against the floor of the conference room. Her ass provocatively raised to meet my eager penetration. Her hands clenched. Her head turned so I could see her eyes shut tight and her mouth open in exquisite pain. I kneeled between her thighs and pushed my hard cock deep into her tight ass once more.

"Take it, you fucking bitch. Take my cock. It's all you're good for. It's the only thing you can do. Fucking. That's all you can do, you cunt."

I looked up at Tracy who was masturbating furiously on the sofa just in front of us. Her legs splayed wide open, her pussy glistening in delight, her red hair tossed over the back of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the tortuous fuck Monica was once again enduring. Her tits bounced sensually to the finger fucking, her gentle moaning only made my cock drive on even harder.

"You love my cock in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"And you love it when Tracy watches you getting fucked, don't you? You know she loves seeing you in pain. She loves watching your ass getting raped."

"Yes.'

I furiously rammed my cock into her, increasing the anger of my assault. I pulled her hair back to lift her head off the floor and forced my fingers into her wet mouth.

"Tell her how much you love her."

"I love you Tracy." She gurgled through my fingers. I smiled at Tracy, and latched my other fingers inside her lips and stretched her mouth horizontally wide open, reducing her labored breathing to a hissing rasp.

"Push your tongue out, cunt." She did as she was told.

"Who does this ass belong to?" I pulled my fingers out and shoved her head into the carpet. She mumbled a reply that nobody understood.

"You stupid cunt - don't you know you can't talk with your tonguing sticking out like that?

I smacked her ass and leant over her sweating body so that my cock could sink deeper still. My hard ramming never slowed and my hips continued their frenzied jerk.

"Well?" I was now just inches from her face.

"It's yours, Mr Fleming," she gasped. "My ass belongs to your cock."

"You are such a whore, Monica. You can't get enough cock, can you?"

"No...no I can't. I want cock all of the time," she managed to say.

"Tracy - do you want me to come in her ass or in her mouth?"

"Her mouth. ..come in her mouth. I love watching your cock explode."

I concentrated back on my fucking. I loved watching my cock disappear into her gorgeous ass, my pleasure further enhanced by knowing she hated it. As I picked up speed to make myself come my balls and thighs slapped loudly against her firm skin. Tracy sank her fingers into her pussy and tried to bring herself off, knowing my come was imminent.

"OK Monica. We're in the home stretch now. Beg for it."

"Please come in my mouth, Mr Fleming. I love the taste of your come. Please fuck my tight ass as hard as you can and make yourself come. Harder. Fuck my ass harder. Fuck it. You cock feels so good. It's so powerful. Your cock owns my ass. Harder. Please fuck me harder. Harder... please.... harder..... yes...... that's so good.... keep fucking me.."

I was ramming into her with everything I had. Tracy watched, mesmerized.

"You fucking bitch. You worthless cunt."

"Yes...yes I am...keep  fucking me....don't stop....please come in my mouth. I want it so bad. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me...."

I fucked and fucked and fucked until I brought myself to the brink. I pulled my hard cock out of her butt and Monica quickly got up and kneeled with her mouth open. She pushed her tits out, put her hands behind her back and slid her tongue out. I moved over and held my cock in her mouth, frantically masturbating once, twice, and then aaaaaaaaahhhhh. Globs of come spurted into her mouth. Her lips closed around me and sucked the come out of my balls. My body convulsed and twitched into a massive orgasm. I held her head and pumped my cock into her mouth, fucking her mouth, fucking her throat, fucking her until my glorious, earth shattering pleasure eased.

I stood there for some moments, marveling once again by the sight of my cock in this beautiful girl's mouth. I pulled out and Monica' opened up to show me my come pooling on her tongue.

Tracy came over to us and kissed me on the lips. Her hand caressed my softening cock and she turned to Monica and ran her hands over her tits. She licked a few drops of come from Monica's lips and kissed her too.

"Do you want all of that come in your stomach. Monica?"

She nodded. Tracy kissed her again.

"Use your tongue and rub it all around the inside of your mouth."

Monica did just that and then opened up her mouth again for Tracy to look.

"Very nice, Monica. You may swallow now," said Tracy, standing up.

I got dressed and went over to where the two girls were and put my hand on Tracy’s ass.

"Monica – are you excited about lunch time now?"

'I am sir. I know I am going to love the taste of bull come."

The Next Day

Candice was idly stroking Monica's taut ass, laughing while Paulson pushed a salt shaker into her butt hole. Monica continued sucking, sucking as hard as she could on the plastic cock to bring the bull come up fourteen floors into her stomach. Other staff of the law firm came over and felt her tits and they too laughed when they saw the salt shaker wedged into ass. After nearly fifteen minutes of hard, hard sucking Monica had consumed what she guessed was a pint of animal sperm and moved herself over to the other cock faucet, and began sucking to bring up the human milk.

"You've made her ass hole ready, Mr Paulson," said Candice. "Why don't you fuck her now?"

Tom had now arrived in the lunch room and came over to where his fiancé was sitting. He tentatively tried to slip his hand down the front of her dress, but she pushed him away.

“You must wait until we are married, Tom.”

Tom sat next to Candice, his hard on pushing against his trousers, and watched Paulson ease his erect cock into Monica's open ass. Paulson grunted his approval when his shaft had been completely devoured by her hole, and began to slowly pull back to begin his fuck.

"You want this so bad, don't you?" said Candice to Tom, her eyes never leaving Paulson's thrusting cock.  

"Yes. I do. I want your ass, Candice. You know that."

She smiled, but as usual didn't reply. He knew that her ass was off limits and the only chance of anal sex he had was hoping one of the senior execs would allow him some time with Monica.

“Tom, darling?”

“Yes dear?”

“Sit over there by Ashley and Alice, think of me and jerk yourself off.”

Chapter 15 : Alice's Lover

Monica was told to dye her hair blonde. She was told to wear a low cut red dress and not her usual black. She was told to look professional, but sexy. She was told to wear a wire. She was told everything was going to be recorded, just like at the hardware store, and that Tracy, Candice and all of the senior team would be listening in to her performance. She would be appraised after, with severe consequences if not satisfying or entertaining enough for us. She was told everything she needed to know.

Tracy slipped in an uncomfortably large plug up her ass just before she left our office.

Today she was to be called Elizabeth.

The elevator took her to the third floor of Foster Jones. She was whisked into the plush office of Mr Ben Wilshire. She felt the eyes of every man she passed burn through her dress and onto her tits. The bra that was chosen for her pushed her tits higher than usual and even she could see the bounce as she walked. Her hem line was just a couple of inches lower than her pussy, showing off her smooth, long legs. She was, as they say, dressed to kill.

"Elizabeth- and I know this can be very difficult for you, but I need to know exactly what happened," said Wilshire from behind his heavy oak desk.

"Everything?"

"As much detail as possible, please."

She saw his eyes dart from her chest back up to her face. She smiled at him. She wanted him to know that it was ok to stare at her tits. She sat upright in her chair and gently arched her back so that her tits looked even more irresistible. And she began her story...

"Well, as I said, I was at the party and a bit tipsy, I suppose. I was wearing a really short black dress and I knew I looked good. I like to go out feeling sexy. I like it when men look at me in that way - you know - they look at you and you know that they are thinking about having sex with you.  And so this guy came up to me from behind and, when nobody was looking, put his hand under my dress and rested it on my ass. I was not wearing any panties, so he could feel everything. As I said, I had been drinking and was, I suppose, a bit flirty. I didn't push him away - I kind of liked it actually. It felt good. So I turned to see who it was and it was one of my bosses from work. Mr Paulson. I let him have his feel, but then he pushed against me and I could feel his hard penis against my ass, and he gently began to rock back and forth against me. Like he was fucking me, but with our clothes on. A 'dry fuck' I think they call it. I was nervous and excited at the same time that people could see what we were doing. I could feel my pussy getting wet, Mr Wilshire. He was really turning me on. I don't have a regular boyfriend so I was not getting as much sex as I needed. Do you have a girlfriend, Mr Wilshire?"

"I do, but please continue."

"So you might not know what it's like to go without sex for weeks, sometimes months at a time. I can't go for too long without sex. I'm horny nearly all of the time, Mr Wilshire, and I need to masturbate many times every day. And Mr Paulson was really turning me on. He said he wanted to fuck me. I put my hand on his penis and I could feel how hard he was! We walked off to try and find somewhere to have sex. We eventually found an empty office. He ripped off my top so that he could feel up my tits. I love having men touch my tits. They are so sensitive and love getting squeezed and licked. Is this too much detail, Mr Wilshire?"

"Er...no, Elizabeth. It's good. Please continue..." She could tell he was loving this. She knew damn well that no lawyer in his right mind would let a client talk like this.

"He loved my tits for a few minutes, kissing me and feeling up my tight ass. I undid his trousers and I dropped to my knees to suck his cock. I love sucking cock - some girls do it just to please their man - but I LOVE to suck on hard cock. It's such a thrill for me  to feel a man's sexual excitement in her mouth. I took all of his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking him. Giving him as much pleasure as I could. Other boyfriends of mine have always told me what a fantastic blowjob I give. He held my head onto his cock and fucked back into my mouth. It's such a turn on when a man does that. Just use a girl's mouth for his pleasure - fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. As I sucked him off I was getting wetter and wetter and really wanted him to fuck me." Monica paused, to gather herself. "Mr Wilshire - could I trouble you for a glass of water?"

"Yes, yes. Of course." He stood up from behind his desk and Monica's eyes glanced down to his crotch. She smiled. It was working. Mr Fleming would be so pleased with me, she thought.  The shape of his hard cock was clear to see pushing against his trousers. He saw her look and quickly turned away towards the bottles of water on his bookshelf, attempting to hide his erection.

"But Elizabeth, this sounds very much like consensual sex. I do not see why you are here to see me."

Monica got up and walked over to him. She stood close to him, so he could smell her perfume, so that he could feel her warmth. She was several inches shorter than Wilshire and she knew now that he could easily look down the front of her dress and soak up the beauty of her tits.

"Mr Wilshire," she said in a hushed voice, looking down. She could still see Wilshire's aroused cock yearning for release. "He threw me against the desk and pushed me forwards so that I was bent at the waist. I got ready for him to fuck me. " She looked up and saw Wilshire staring down at her tits.  She gently arched her back to make her cleavage even more inviting and continued, whispering her fictitious story so that Wilshire had to strain to listen. "But I heard him spit, presumably on his cock, and then I felt him pushing his cock into my ass. Mr Wilshire - I did not expect this. I wanted his cock in my pussy. I asked him to stop, but he kept pushing and soon I felt his entire length in my ass. He was raping my ass, Mr Wilshire. Raping my ass."

She looked into Wilshire's eyes, and she knew he could hardly keep it together. His cock was demanding attention and his eyes kept darting down to her tits, back up to her face.

"And let me tell you something, Mr Wilshire. I love getting fucked in the ass. But Mr Paulson's cock  was so big that I didn't want him to. I asked him to stop but he kept fucking me. He kept telling me how tight I was, how much he wanted my ass, how great my tits felt. He fucked me hard and brutally, Mr Wilshire, until I felt him surge forward and shoot his hot come into me. He had raped my ass, Mr Wilshire. He had used his cock on me with absolutely no thought about my feelings." Monica was getting caught up in her own bullshit and felt - somehow- a tear run down her cheek. She moved even closer to Wilshire so that her tits lightly brushed against his chest. She looked into his eyes and moved her hand to his cock, gently cupping it. She felt it twitch with desire.

"Mr Wilshire - does your girlfriend love you enough to let you fuck her ass? I know how powerful and successful men like yourself demand  anal sex."

"No...no she doesn't let me do that." He pushed his hips forward so that he cock went further into Monica's grip. Monica moved close to his face, as if to kiss him.

"Your cock feels so, so good," she breathed. "It's so hard for me." She felt his hands move to her ass and he pulled her against his body.

"You are so hot," he said. "I want you so bad." Monica was not impressed with his small talk but it was still nice to get a compliment.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you too, Mr Wilshire. I really want you.”

Back in the office, myself and Candice listened intently. We knew Monica had done a great job. We knew that if she turned on her charm nobody was able to resist her, man or woman. She just had one more thing to do...

Monica pushed her tits against his chest and began caressing his cock.

"My place is just ten minutes away....if you take on my case you can fuck me whenever you want. I know how much you want to fuck me, to fuck your gorgeous hard cock between my tits, up my ass.....I know you want me....I want to feel your cock in my mouth...I want to suck you harder than any other girl has.....please come and fuck me right now...please...."

"Are you going to be my dirty slut for the next hour?" he said, rubbing his hands over her tits.

"I'll be anything you want me to be..."

Monica came, and came hard. Her body exploded into sensual pleasure, time and time again. She had not had such tender love making in a long time, and Wilshire's masterful fucking was so much different, so much better than anything she had had in over five months. He kneeled on her bed between her spread legs and slid his glorious cock into her with smooth, confident strokes. He told her how beautiful she was and lovingly held her breasts. He kissed her passionately, her loud, guttural orgasms driving him on, fucking her with a constant, fast paced rhythm. He so wanted to fuck her ass, but didn't have the heart to. Not today, anyway. He relished in the tightness of her smooth pussy, so hungry for his cock. Her head was stretched back as another orgasm wracked her body, her mouth open, heavy breathing, moans of lust and desire. She didn't want him to stop. His cock was her center. She wanted nothing else right now other than the fucking to go on and on and on. Inevitably, she felt his rhythm quicken and he began to fuck her harder and deeper as his own come approached. He collapsed to his elbows, just inches above her face, his steely cock pounding her harder and harder.

"Your breasts are so beautiful. I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to fuck your pussy. I want to fuck your ass."

"Yes, yes," gasped Monica. "I want you to fuck me too. You can fuck me where ever you want to. My ass is yours. Whenever you want it, it's yours. I love it in the ass..."

"You're so much hotter than Alice. Such a hot fuck. You are unbelievable..."

“Is Alice your girlfriend?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes she is. Oh god.”

And with that he came. His cock exploded into her pussy, drenching it with hot come. His face contorted in pleasure. His loud, satisfying moans and gasps pleased her in their intensity. His hand squeezed passionately her tits and his body twitched and fucked into the embers of his come. He fell onto her, exhausted, kissing her, tenderly, and she remembered what that felt like.

"Tracy - tell me we get all of that."

"Yes, Mr Fleming. We got it. I'll burn a copy onto DVD for you and upload the video to our in-house server right now." She turned off all of the cameras in Monica's apartment.

I pulled my fingers out of Candice's soaking cunt and pushed them into her mouth to clean. I then left for my office, where I was scheduled a meeting.

Chapter 16 : At The Restaurant

Monica sat next to me at our usual table, at my favourite sushi restaurant. I liked to bring her here because she hated sushi, and I never had to spend money on ordering her food.

The tables were without low hanging table cloths, so when I asked her to pull her panties down, other diners and wait staff could see her smooth legs, and panties stretched between her ankles.

"Keep those knees and feet apart, Monica. I don't want your underwear touching the floor, ever."

The waiter came over to our table to take my order and I ordered my usual plate of sashimi with an extra portion of the spicy hot wasabi sauce. I noticed his eyes quickly flickered several times over to Monica's tits. Her low cut, tight fitting dress making them so inviting.

“Good evening, James. Nice to see you again.”

“Good evening Mr Fleming.”

"Monica, dear. I think  James here is trying to look at your choker. Please show him."

She raised her head and leaned towards him, so he could get a much better look at her tits and read the words on her collar. It said 'My Cunt Is For Hire'. I placed my hand onto Monica's exposed thigh and ran my hand up her smooth skin. The waiter looked at me and I nodded to him, reassuring him. He smiled briefly, and looked back at Monica's collar.

"James, please remove Monica's water as she won't be ordering anything. Thank you. Monica - please tell James how many times you have been fucked today."

"Uhm - I have been fucked seven times so far today, and twice more in my ass, so nine in total."

"In  fact, James, one of my colleagues fucked her ass just before we got here, so your butt is still full of his come, right Monica?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. My ass is still full of Mr Steven's come."

"Well, you better hold it all in, Monica," I laughed. "We don't want you making a mess on the furniture, do we James?"

"No. We certainly don’t, Mr Fleming.” James smiled and scampered off with Monica's glass of water.

"It's a shame your sister is not here, Monica. I'd much rather talk to her than you. She's funnier than you. More cleverer than you. And certainly more prettier than you. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. Amanda is so much better than me in every way. Mr Fleming...may I please ask you one question?"

"No Monica, you may not. Just shut up. It’s Christmas in a couple of months,  Monica. How exciting. Do you spend Christmas with your family?"

"Yes. Usually. Me and Amanda will drive up together to our parents' house."

"That's nice. I am sure your father will be thrilled to see you. I don't know what present you are going to get me for Christmas, Monica, but please whore yourself out and make sure it's extremely expensive."

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I will."

"And why don't you buy Amanda a nice big, black dildo for Christmas? Wrap it up nicely and make sure she opens it up in front of your parents. Make sure you tell her that getting fucked by a real black cock is so much better."

"Yes. That's a great idea. I will do that."

"And for your father - why don't you give him a copy of that poster of your ass? When you give it to him whisper in his ear that you wished it was his cock up your ass and not that plug."

“Thank you. Yes. I will. Another great idea, Mr Fleming.”

"I won't be buying you anything, Monica. "

"I wouldn't expect anything.....your cock is all I want, Mr Fleming." It sounded awkward, but she was trying.

"When Amanda eventually gives into me, into her desires - would you like to watch me fuck her for the very first time?"

"Yes."

"When you see her next, please tell her that I am always thinking of her when I am fucking you."

" I will tell her that. She will be pleased, I am sure."

"You are such a disgusting, perverted whore, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

James arrived back at the table carrying my plate of fish, along with a small bowl of soy and two bowls the wasabi paste.

"Thank you, James. " He nodded and looked again at Monica, before leaving us once more. I pushed the two wasabi portions to Monica, and she looked at them, knowing what was to come, just like before.

"You know what to do, Monica," I said, as I began tucking into my meal. Monica looked nervously around. Other people on other tables we glancing over to us. James had clearly spread the word and waiters were looking at Monica, walking by and peaking at her tits and trying to read her collar.

Monica reached forward and scooped up one of the bowls of the thick, green wasabi paste onto her finger.

"You know why I bring you to this place, Monica?" I said as I chewed on the succulent fish. "It's because the wasabi here is the hottest in town. By far. That amount on your finger would bring any grown man to his knees. He'd need at least ten pints of water to stop the throat burn," I said, laughing. I could see the fear in her face and my cock began to harden. "How do you feel about me, Monica?"

Not taking her eyes of the dob of wasabi on her finger, she said "I love you." And then she straightened her finger and quickly took it under the table. I looked down and she raised her hem so I could see, to make sure she did it right. She buried her finger into her cunt up to her knuckle.

I nibbled on another slice of fresh tuna.

"Make sure there is nothing left on your finger when you pull it out, Monica. Wipe all of that lovely hot sauce into your pussy. I'll ram it all up to your cervix when I fuck you later."

She pulled her finger out and showed it to me. Nothing except a feint glisten of cunt juice.

Her legs shuffled uncomfortably as the heat began to grow.

"And now the rest, Monica."

She scooped up the second bowl of wasabi onto the same finger and raised it to her mouth.

"This is going to burn like hell, Monica." I made an elaborate show of drinking hard on the glass of iced water I had. "It might even be dangerous to eat that much, I'm not sure."

Monica put the wasabi into her mouth, closed her lips around the tip of the finger and pulled her finger out, showing me to make sure nothing was left.

"Very good, Monica," I said, drinking the water again. "Now keep it on your tongue for a few minutes while I finish my lovely meal. "

There were, by now, plenty of eyes on Monica. Most were clearly enjoying the scene unfolding - a beautiful girl, normally with all of the power and sexual command of the room, was behaving like a submissive slut in public. And she had her panties round her ankles.

I looked over to James and waved. He came over and I asked for a drinking straw. He quickly returned and placed the plastic straw on the table.

"Is everything alright with madam?" he asked.

Monica was by now a bright red, her yes watering. Her legs were shuffling constantly under the table. Her hands moved from massaging her pussy to holding onto her neck. She must have thought her mouth  was about to explode, poor thing.

"Yes. I think she had a little too much wasabi. Monica, would you like to go to the restroom?"

She nodded.

"OK. James - thank you for your concern - she'll be alright." He turned and left. "Monica - you know where to go. The last cubicle in the men's room. Go now and wait for me."

Monica squirmed in her seat as she pulled up her panties and then stood up and walked off, somewhat hesitantly,  to the restrooms. All eyes were on her. Her extremely short dress. Her proud nipples. Her long, smooth legs. Her sluttyness.

I called over James and handed my credit card to settle the bill, picked up the straw and went into the men's room. I could hear Monica coughing and spluttering immediately, and opened the door to the disabled cubicle, a slightly larger cubicle that we use to fuck in whenever we came to this restaurant. I locked the door behind me and turned to see Monica just stepping out of her dress, in anticipation of getting fucked. She looked a mess. She couldn't stop rubbing her pussy, trying to sooth the heat from within.

"Hand me your dress, Monica."

She picked up the tiny garment off the floor and passed it to me.

"Now lift the toilet seat lid. " She did as she was told.

I tossed her dress into the bowl, and flushed. We stood silently as the dress swirled around briefly and then disappeared. The implications of that move horrified her, and her face crumpled up into shock and confusion.

"Don't worry," I said. "You'll think of something. Tell me, Monica. Why are you still in your bra and panties?"

She quickly took them off, leaving just her collar and high heels on, and put them on the floor behind her, presumably so I wouldn't flush those away either. I began kneading her tits. Her hand found the outline of my cock, straining against my trousers, and she began to lovingly stroke me.

"Whose tits are these, Monica?"

"They are yours, Mr Fleming. My tits will always be yours."

"That's good to hear. Are you looking forward to our Christmas party?" I asked, while I squeezed and pinched her tits.

"Yes, I am. I am looking forward to it immensely."

"I bet you are. Right now just over 20 guys have given me $1 each so that they can fuck you. You will have so much come in that pussy of yours that it will be running down your legs!"

"I'd like that very much."

"Unfortunately, you are a better cock sucker than you are liar, Monica. Now then. Open your mouth." I saw the clump of wasabi still on her tongue.

I reached for her hair and pulled down. She immediately dropped to sit on the toilet seat and began to fumble with my fly, releasing my cock in seconds. She sat upright and began to rub her tits against my erection, her dark eyes looking up at mine. Monica continued to tease me with her soft flesh, exciting me more and more, and I began to fuck into her, sliding myself between and against her beautiful, full tits. I heard the door to the rest room open, someone walked in and began to pee into one of the urinals.

"Please fuck my throat, Mr Fleming," whispered Monica, opening her mouth wide, still looking at me.

"I can't hear you, Monica," I said in a normal voice. "What did you say?"  The man going about his business stopped peeing and fell silent.

"I said 'Please fuck my throat, Mr Fleming'". The man heard. Her voice echoed around the room.

She leaned forward slightly and bent down, sucking me into her mouth. I sighed at the intense pleasure, loud enough for the man to hear. I looked down to watch Monica make love to my cock, licking and kissing, sucking and caressing with her lips and tongue

Her face continued to redden as my cock pushed the hot paste down her throat. More tears, but this time from a different kind of pain. Oh dear.  I let her pleasure me for a few moments before I began to fuck back into her mouth.

I heard the man wash his hands and leave.

"I know Monica, before all of this, you were a very keen runner. And then you wanted to be a hot shot lawyer, didn't you?"

She nodded.

"But what do you think you should do for your career now, Monica?"

She pulled her mouth off my glistening cock and stroked me with her soft hand.

"Sucking cock, Mr Fleming. It'd be really good if I became a full time cock sucker and got paid, too. I'd really like that."

I smiled to myself as she licked up and down my length before engulfing me again. The depraved, desperate things she now has to say to keep me happy. You have to laugh.

"OK Monica. Turn around. Put this straw into your mouth, get your head into that toilet bowl and start sucking in the water. That will cool your mouth down." She barely flinched when I said that.

She got down on all fours on the floor, raised her ass up for me and pushed her head into the bowl. I heard her begin to slurp at the toilet water. Straddling each leg either side of her, I hovered over her ass, bent my knees slightly and sank my cock into her warm pussy. For the fourth time today, I was fucking Monica Kunt’s cunt. I reached forward and folded her arms behind her back, making sure that her weight was now supported by the toilet seat against her chest, and began to pump into her, using her to make myself come quickly.

"Keep drinking in that toilet water, Monica. There's a good cunt. Maybe this will help cool your throat down from all of that wasabi...." and I pulled the handle, flushing her hair in water. She struggled briefly, but I held her in place, telling her that if she moved again I would flush her bra and panties away too.

My cock was pumping harder, and I could feel the tell-tale tingle of a fast approaching orgasm.

"I am coming now, Monica.  I want you to get up and kneel on the floor so that I can come over your face."

She quickly got up, her face and hair dripping in toilet water, turned and kneeled, her hand reaching for me to bring me to climax. She gently clasped my cock and began to masturbate her hand up and down my shaft.

"Please come on my face, Mr Fleming, and stain me.....so that other men know that I am yours."

She arched her back so that I could see her tits better, looked up to me and continued to caress my cock. Her other hand stroked over my legs and thighs, heightening my pleasure.

"Your cock is so beautiful. So hard. I love stroking it like this."

She glided between my legs and over my ass, and then back to my balls, cupping and pleasuring, bringing me closer and closer.

"I wish Amanda was here right now. So she could see how much I love your cock. So you could kiss her and feel her young breasts. So she could watch you come all over me."

Her hand gripped me just a bit tighter and pumped a little harder. I closed my eyes and thought of her sister. I imagined fucking her mouth, sliding into her virgin cunt, fucking her hard, kissing her, feeling her young tits, abusing her, taking her ass. I thought of all of those things. I thought of all of the terrible things I wanted to do to Amanda.

"I can feel you coming, Mr Fleming. I can feel it."

I looked own and she held my cock over her face. I twitched and gasped. My orgasm gripped my body and I thrust wildly into her hand, my cock erupting over her, streaking her face once, twice and then three times with lines of white come. I moaned aloud, not caring who heard, and pushed my pulsating cock into her mouth so she could suck the last few drops of come from me. I fucked her mouth for ten, fifteen seconds and slowly stopped, exhausted and spent.

"Cunt." I said to her. "Don't touch that come. Leave it where it is."

"Yes Mr Fleming. And thank you for coming over my face."

I put my trousers back on while Monica still kneeled on the floor, her face wet with toilet water and now my come.

"Give me your bra." Monica reached for it and handed it to me.

"I am going to take this and hand it to James, our waiter. I want you to meet me in the car in ten minutes, and you will have your bra on. You will have to ask James for it."

I turned and left the cubicle, leaving Monica to her own devices. As I exited the restroom I bumped into a large man going in. Bad timing, I thought, he just missed all of the action.

I was on the phone to Tracy, laughing.  I was describing what I had just done to Monica when I saw her running towards the car. She was wearing a man's jacket,  and I could see glimpses of her panties as she ran. It was now 9.30 in the evening and she was late. I had said ten minutes and she had been making me wait for closer to 20. Monica quickly got into the passenger seat and opened up the jacket so that I could see her tits.

I put Tracy on speaker so she could hear.

'What took you so long, Monica? I said ten minutes! And who's is this jacket? Did I say you could cover up your tits like that? You are carrying my tits and I never once said you could cover them up!"

She handed me her bra that she retrieved from James.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I didn't know what to do. A man came into the restroom just as you were leaving and I asked him if I could have his blazer."

"And he said yes, just like that?"

"He made give him a handjob. That's why I was late. I am sorry. The come on my face is all yours.  I swear I am telling you the truth."

"Did you thank him for letting you stroke his cock?"

"Yes, I did."

"You're lying, Monica! I can tell. Did you thank him??"

"No."

"And what about James - what did you say to him?"

"I asked him if I could please have my bra back. He said yes, and handed it to me."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying again, Monica?"

"No, I'm not, Mr Fleming." Her hand slid over to my cock and began to rub me through my trousers.

"You are only doing that, Monica, because you want me to change the subject. Tracy - I am going to hang up on you now and call the restaurant. See you later on."

"OK, bye Mr Fleming. See you in about half an hour. And Monica, you dumb slut - sounds to me that you are getting yourself into some big trouble." Tracy clicked off the line and I called up the sushi restaurant.

Monica looked worried.

"Can I talk to James, please?"

"Mr Fleming - please - there is no need for this."

"Shut up Monica."

"Hello? This is James."

"Ah, James. Mr Fleming here. I just wanted to know what my slutty companion said to you tonight as she left."

"Well, er, she came up and asked for her bra. She had something on her face and I asked her what that was and she said it was soap. I don't think it was soap, Mr Fleming, as we have clear soap in the bathrooms. I asked her where she got the jacket from and she said it was yours. I told her that I know what she is, a prostitute, and she said she was not a prostitute but your assistant. Has Miss Tracy left you Mr Fleming?"

"No..no she hasn't. Monica is here. Tell James what you are." Monica knew what I wanted her to say.

"I am a prostitute, James. I am sorry I lied." She looked worried, and so she should.

"Tell him what is on your face."

"James, I am sorry, but that is semen on my face, not soap. I am very sorry I lied to you."

"Tell him how you got that jacket."

"I stroked off one of your customer's cocks in the men's room, James. And he gave me the jacket in return. I am so sorry, but I lied to you again."

"James? I am sending Monica back in, and she will return the gentleman's jacket to him. Will you go with her to his table to make sure she thanks him for allowing her to play with his cock?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I will."

“And if you can get away for ten minutes, Monica would love to suck your cock too.”

“Thank you Mr Fleming. I am sure I can arrange something.”

"Off you go Monica. You'd better put your bra back on. I was going to drive you back to my apartment to fuck your cunt but you have disappointed me tonight, Monica, so you can walk back in your bra and panties to your place. I will see Tracy instead, who will more satisfying than you anyway. You are in deep trouble, Monica. I am very disappointed in you. You will be punished."

"Mr Fleming, please....I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me."

"Your cries and screams tomorrow will make me so hard Monica. I can’t wait.”

Chapter 17 : Punishment

Monica was lying face up on the conference room floor, keeping her hands seducing the cocks either side of her, caressing them, loving them, keeping them hard and excited. Her arms were out stretched, at ninety degrees from her body, reaching for the cocks of White and Stevens. Her legs were painfully wide, her thigh muscles taught with the effort. They told her she mustn’t move. Between her legs stood Candice, looking down at Monica, camera in one hand, stop watch in the other, filming everything for later enjoyment.

Monica was smiling. She had to. She was told to. But her smile was taking all of her concentration, because the belts and leather crops lashing down all over her vulnerable body burned into her with such excruciating pain that it was nothing like she could ever imagine. Searing, piercing pain that went to the very edge of her tolerance, the very edge of her sanity. She wanted to scream so, so bad. It was pain that she would never forget. Pain that made her feel as if her tits were being ripped apart.

It was eight o’clock, and this was the third lashing she had received so far tonight. Every hour, on the hour, until midnight, just as Tracy had instructed. The beating was timed to stop after five, long, painful minutes. If she moved or tried to protect herself they told her that those five minutes would turn into fifteen minutes. Paulson and Simmonds were just behind Monica’s shoulders, cracking their belts down onto Monica’s beautiful, succulent, available, red, welted tits. And then onto her soft thighs. And then to her stomach, raping fire across her flesh. Precision strikes on the undersides of her arms, her feet, and then - always, always, always, always - coming back to her tits, sadistically striking them on and on and on.

After the beating they took turns fucking her, pounding her pained body with their rigid cocks, torturing her body to quench their insatiable lust, biting her tits as they did, calling her a lying whore, a disgrace to the good name of the company, spitting over her face, relentlessly fucking her, their carnal force driving them on like wild animals, ramming their cocks into her pussy,  and coming inside her, and then starting all over again, at the next hour, scorching her tits and body again with the ferocious crack of leather.

And all night Monica begged them for forgiveness, promised to never lie to Mr Fleming again, how sorry she was, telling them how much she loved them, how much she loved their cocks, how sorry she was, promised them she would suck their cocks harder than ever if they would just stop, telling them she would be the hottest fuck she could be if they would just stop, offering them her ass if they would just stop, offering to drink their piss if they would just stop, offering to eat their shit if they would please, please just stop and eventually, on the sixth lashing at midnight, offering them her sister Amanda to fuck, if they would just stop. Please fuck Amanda, she begged, please fuck Amanda and leave me alone. Please just stop. Please. Just stop hurting me.

And after midnight they stopped.

But they continued to debase her into the early hours.

They made her drink three quarters of a bottle of cheap whiskey.

They made her eat dog food that Candice had brought in. Candice (smiling and lovingly) had smothered it over Simmonds’ cock and everybody laughed when Monica licked it off and politely asked for more. She was so drunk she had no idea what it was she was eating.

The made her kneel, her mouth open and looking up to the ceiling. All of them, including Candice, hacked up as much bile and spit as they could and took turns to let their thick streams of saliva slide into Monica’s mouth. She was so drunk she thought it was funny trying to catch all of the drool in her mouth.

They slammed her tits between a door and the door frame. She was so drunk that she couldn’t stand up properly and it took dozens of goes before the door made perfect, cock hardening contact onto her swollen tits.

They watched her masturbate with the handle of a large screwdriver while Candice straddled her, allowing Monica to bathe her pussy with the love and pleasure of her searching tongue. She was so drunk that she made herself come, and loved it that she was pleasing her friends, making them laugh.

They took her into the women’s room and fucked her throat until she threw up, vomiting over the tiled floor. They rubbed her face in the stenching mess and left for home, leaving her there, leaving her for Gonzales and his cleaning crew to find in the morning.

The last thing she was able to whisper before passing out was “Thank you.”

Chapter 18 : Monica Goes To Bed

I pulled my cock out of Monica’s mouth and wiped it over her face, my come mixing with her drool to make an appealing I’ve-just-been-fucked face mask.

I undid her tit press and she lurched forward in relief, rubbing life back into her pained chest with her hands.

“Go and clean up and get ready for bed.”

She quickly showered and came back into the room on her hands and knees, her wet hair flat against her head.

"Mr Fleming - would you please put in my butt plug before I come into bed?"

Monica got on all fours on the bed and pushed her ass out to me. I went over to the drawer and pulled out a small, two inch plug, made of clear plastic. It wasn't the biggest, but it would be uncomfortable enough to give her a restless sleep. I ran my hands over her smooth ass while she dropped her head to the bed, reached back and opened up her butt cheeks. I moved the plug forward to her mouth so she could moisten it with her tongue and I pushed it into her tight ass hole. She sighed as her ass opened to take the unwelcome intrusion. Monica was not allowed to sleep with me unless her ass was plugged, and this process became part of our regular night time routine. She never knew the size she would be receiving, and the size was based on how convincing her performance was during that day. Her sleeping instructions were to always sleep face up, with the covers never higher than her waist, so that her tits were always exposed and available. 

When she was sure I was asleep she was to shuffle down the bed so that her head was level with my cock, and that is where she would sleep.

"What are you, Monica?"

"Just a stupid cunt, sir."

"What would you like for breakfast?"

"A bowl of fruit covered in your come, please."

“Tomorrow night I was thinking of watching The Godfather II. It’s a three hour movie. Would you like to lick and suck on my balls and ass hole while I watch it?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I love licking your balls and ass hole.”

“I will cuff your hands behind your back, and fill your ass with a nice plug. You will only be able to use your mouth and tongue to excite me and keep me hard..”

“That sounds so good, Mr Fleming. I can’t wait.”

“If you make me come before the movie ends I will beat your tits.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming. That is very fair. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything. I have heard that it’s a very good movie.”

"Would you like to sleep with your nipple clamps on?"

"If it pleases you, sir."

"Suck my balls and lick my cock and I will think about it. Tell me how much you love me."

Chapter 19 : Monica Gets Embarrassed

I was just getting ready to walk off to the conference room to meet Monica when the phone buzzed.

"Mr Fleming, Candice is on line 3."

"Thank you Tracy." I picked up the phone. "Hi. Candy. What's up?"

"It's Alice. I anonymously emailed her the link to the video file. She has seen Ben Wilshire over at Foster Jones fuck Monica."

“Did she recognize Monica?”

“I don’t know.  She hasn’t said anything to me yet.”

"Fantastic. Thank you, Candice. Great work." I walked off towards Alice's office just down the corridor from where Tracy sat. Tracy was on the phone, and I went behind her desk, quickly kissed her on the neck and felt her tits while she spoke. She smiled and playfully went for my cock, but I was already away, heading for the gorgeous Alice.

I tapped on her open door and went in. Alice was crying, staring at her computer screen. I loved, loved, loved seeing pretty girls cry. It made them look so vulnerable, so bereft of their sexual power, so innocent and young.

"Alice," I said, trying to sound as concerned as possible. "What's going on?"

She turned, and wiped away her tears.

'Oh nothing. I have just got some bad news. It's OK."

I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. While she cried I was able to easily take in her tits, how her top clung to her curves. Just a hint of nipple was it? Yes, I was sure of it. She smelled wonderful, as usual.

"You look so upset, Alice. Don't tell me nothing is wrong." Alice turned her face away to wipe another tear and I looked down to her thighs peeking out from atop her stockings, her slightly parted legs. I couldn’t stop my mind from wondering, fantasizing about this stunning girl.

"It's Ben, my boyfriend. He's been with another woman!" she sobbed.

"Ben Wilshire? Surely not?"

"Yes. The bastard even videoed it. He was with some blonde girl."

"Oh. I am so sorry to hear that.”

“He even told the bitch that she was better in bed than I am!” she cried.

I paused for dramatic effect.  “I didn't want to say anything before, Alice, but I have heard that he sleeps around quite a bit and that you were not the only member of his staff he was sleeping with."

"He did?" She said, turning towards me, her so, so pretty face decorated with beautiful tears.

"Yes. I thought everyone knew that. We have a girl here who worked for him a couple of years ago and she told me he had sex with her nearly every day.“

It was a complete lie. All I wanted to do was sink my cock into her lovely mouth, and fuck her throat and make her cry some more.

"Oh god. The bastard."

"But you are here now, Alice. There is no need to ever see him again, is there?" I ran my hand up and down her back, soothing her, touching her, arousing myself.

"No. I will not see him again. Ever."

"Besides, you will be too busy now for boyfriends and such. You are working on a successful career here, aren't you? We want you to be a great team player, Alice. We love having you as part of the company.“ We love looking at your body and dreaming of fucking your tits all day long.

“You do?”

“Yes – you are a hard worker and well respected by all members (cocks) of the senior team.”
And they respect your fantastic tits and ass even more.

“Thank you. You are so kind to me. Giving me this wonderful opportunity. And paying me so well.”

“You deserve it, Alice. You really do.”

Now get on your knees and suck my cock, you fucking stuck up bitch.

As I got up to leave, I brushed my erection against her shoulder, accidentally of course. She looked up instantly, surprised at what she had just felt. I smiled at her, and departed, turning right to go back past Tracy and then a left into the conference room.

Monica was standing naked (only her collar and four inch heels were protecting her modesty) in front of the seated Candice, who had a hand down her panties and was gently rubbing herself.

I smiled at Candice and gave her a quick thumbs up. 

"She's in a mess," I said. "It couldn't have worked any better. It looks like your acting job with Ben Wilshire worked, Monica."

“I am pleased about that, Mr Fleming.”

"Is she crying?" asked Candice.

"Yes. She looks so utterly fuckable right now. So now she is single, and ready, I hope, for fresh cock.“

“I hope so too,” said Candice.

“Give her more work, Candice. Keep her mind on the job and not on crawling back to Wilshire.”

“OK”

“You have blocked his email address? And she cannot send to him either?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Good work, Candy. Now – back to the business at hand. Have you made Monica eat the prunes?"

"Yes. She scoffed down about 30 of the wretched things. Love her new name, by the way. A brilliant idea! Do you like prunes, Miss Kunt?"

"No, Miss Candice."

“Show me you collar,” I said

Monica came over to me, dropped to her knees in front of me and pushed her chest out so I could read today’s selection. “‘I Love Eating Come’

“Do you love eating come, Monica?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Especially yours.”

Candice smiled. "Monica," she instructed. "Come to me. Push your tits out and take my fingers in your mouth so you can taste my pussy. Lick them clean."

I kissed Candice on her lips and sat down next to her, and watched Monica gently bathe the hand that was being pushed into her mouth.

Candice continued: "Monica, I love watching you getting slapped in the face. I can see how much it hurts you. When you cry it makes me wet, you know that? Anyway, every time you bump into me around the office each day I want you to ask me to please slap you as hard as I can. I have seen Tracy do this to you and I enjoy watching your pain.  And I don’t want her to get all of the fun. When I have slapped you, what will you say?"

"Thank you for slapping me Miss Candice."

“Do you enjoy all of the sex you are getting these days, Miss Kunt? Hard, pounding cock, day in, day out. It must be exhausting.”

“Yes, Miss Candice. It can be tiring, but I love it.”

“And the constant abuse?”

“I know my suffering makes other happy, and makes their cocks hard, so I enjoy that too.”

“Let’s go to the lunch room, Monica, so that you can receive this week’s punishment.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Thank you.”

I leaned to kiss Candice again, took her hand and walked off to the elevator, Monica on all fours, crawling behind us.

“Don’t forget, Mr Fleming, you have Mr Moore coming in today. In about thirty minutes.”

“I haven’t forgotten, Candice. Is Alice joining us?”

“She volunteered to cover the phones.”

“Candy…..”

“I know. I know. I am working on it.”

The entire staff had assembled in the lunch room to watch Monica's punishment, except for Alice and a couple of others. When she turned the corner into the room she had no idea they'd be so many people - close to fifty - and she immediately burst into tears. Most of them were smiling at her. Some of the men had 'that' look that she knew only too well. Others were openly playing with their cocks down the front of their trousers.

Candice walked over to Tracy and stood next to her, gently taking her hand to hold, smiling. The cleaning staff were there. Gonzales and his team. In the middle of the room stood Paulson, White, Simmonds and Stevens, grinning broadly at her, ready and excited to beat her ass one more time.

"Monica, come over here and present all of us your ass. Stand up, girl. That’s right. Slowly walk around the room and show everybody your ass, making sure that everyone has a chance to feel it if they wish to. And make sure all of the ladies have a feel too."

She gingerly walked over to the eager crowd, and turned away from them so they could all enjoy her tight, fuckable ass. Soon enough, hands were soon upon her, feeling, groping, probing and enjoying. She side stepped slowly along the front of the crowd, making sure that everyone had a chance to feel her.

"Stop right there, Monica, until I tell you to move." Monica recognized the voice instantly.

"Yes, Miss Tracy."

"Lean forward and present to myself and Candice your cunt." Some excited murmuring filled the room as Monica leaned, opened her legs and reached back to part her ass cheeks. Tracy giggled when her pussy came into view, and Candice smiled, looking intently. She reached forward and softly stroked Monica's ass.

"We just wanted to see your cunt, Monica," explained Candice. "But thank you for wanting to shown off your ass hole too."  More laughter, and the expectant room fell silent, enthralled at what was about to happen.

"Ask me, Monica."

Monica, of course, immediately knew what she meant.

"Please dear Miss Candice put your fingers into my tight pussy and finger fuck me."

Candice slid two fingers into her moist slit, pushing them in up to her knuckle, slowly withdrew, and pushed in again.

"You are so wet, Monica!" The room erupted into laughter. I walked over to where the girls were standing and put both of my hands onto Monica's slightly hanging tits, smiling into her face. When Candice began to slowly fuck her I could see traces of sexual pleasure flicker across her face.

"What are you, Monica Kunt?"

"I am a slutty cunt who loves getting finger fucked by senior executives, Mr Fleming."

"Say it louder, Monica. I want everyone to hear your shameful comment."

"I am a slutty cunt who loves getting fucked by all of the senior executives," she cried out, and then gasped as Candice continued her finger fucking. More laughter and a smattering of applause.

"Are you my cunt, Monica?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I am your cunt."

Her eyes closed and she began to ever so slightly rock her hips back and forth, driving her pleasure on. Cheering began, and people jostled for viewing position behind her. The commotion snapped Monica out of her lust and she stopped her motion, and stood silently, letting Candice plummet her secret depths, holding back her tears, letting Candice do as she pleased.

"Alright, Candice. That's enough," I said.  "Monica - clean Candice's fingers and then make sure everyone has felt your ass. You missed a bunch of people at the back."

Monica licked and sucked Candice's offered fingers clean and proceeded to shuffle amongst the crowd of co-workers, thanking them when they finished feeling up her ass before moving onto the next person. A few men at the back groped her tits too, and she thanked them for that too, telling them how much she loved getting her tits squeezed.

"Monica, come back up to the front so we can all see you," I said. She made her way back to applause and cheering, and stood in front of the crowd, ass facing them. "Now then," I called out, addressing the crowd. "A few moments ago, Monica was insisting that she perform what she referred to as her party piece."

As I spoke I fondled Monica's firm ass.

"She hogged down about 30 prunes because she wanted to show you what a degraded human being she is by farting publicly in front of you. I told her that that was disgusting, but she insisted. So Monica, please bend over, pull open your ass cheeks - again - and let's hear one of your loudest farts!"

Monica glimpsed at me with a look of absolute disgust. I simply smiled at her and stepped back.

Drenched in humiliation, she bent over and pulled apart her ass cheeks. The crowd began to slow clap, waiting for Monica to let rip. Eventually, after perhaps a minute, Monica farted towards the crowd. Not once, but twice. Two short, but hard bursts of methane. The crowd cheered and clapped. Hails of laughter greeted Monica and she stood back up, red faced and turned to face them.

"That was disgusting, Miss Kunt," I said, laughing hard.  "Alrighty then, Monica - if you'd like to bend over this table please. As usual, legs straight and keep that ass up high."

“Mr Fleming? I haven’t had my appraisal this week, so why am I being punished?”

“Because it’s fun, Monica.”

“I see. Thank you, Mr Fleming, for using me to entertain everybody.”

Monica, her head bowed down, walked over to the usual table in the middle of the room and bent over it, stretched her arms out in front of her along the table’s smooth surface. She leaned as far forward as she could to make her ass as tight as possible. I went to her and ran my hands over her, enjoying the smooth, firm ass as always. It would have been easy for me to just fuck her right there and then, but I had an unruly crowd to entertain and I was going to make sure that today we would all enjoy ourselves.

“Candice – which department this week has generated the most money for the company?”

“Hmm. I think Mr Henderson’s.”

Everybody applauded, and Henderson waved his hands up to acknowledge the approval. Ashley, his assistant, was next to him, clapping wildly and smiling. She caught my eye and then nervously looked away.

“Mr Henderson – pick one of your team and then perhaps you would like to entertain us by double fucking the very lucky Monica!”

More applause and cheering.

“I think Mr Banks here. He has done a great job this week.”

“Alright, gentlemen, step forward – let’s see those cocks of yours – and get them inside of Monica before I change my mind!”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

They quickly moved over to where Monica was, unzipping their flies to expose their erections to everybody. Henderson took her mouth, and fucked into her with a contented sigh. Banks rammed into her cunt, pulling on her collar for extra leverage. They began to fuck her, ramming their cocks into her taught body, using her holes for their pleasure. People moved around to get a better view, and began cheering them on, some yelling “Harder! Harder!” and others urging Banks to fuck her ass.

"OK team. While the boys enjoy their prize for their hard work this week, remember ladies that Monica loves pussy too, so hopefully next week some of you girls get to enjoy our office whore."

Cheering and applause.

“Now – once the guys have come, please form an orderly line and you can all beat Monica’s ass. Hands, belts, whatever you want to. Five hard strikes per employee. Understood?”

A collective ‘yes’ and I saw smiles all round.

“Candice – I have to go. Make sure Monica is well and truly beaten today.”

“I will,” she said, smiling.

As I walked towards the door I saw Ashley standing by herself, watching her boss brutally fucking his cock into Monica’s drooling mouth.

“Ashley – are you enjoying yourself?” I said, looking down at her protruding nipples. She looked down to see what I was looking at and looked quickly back up at me, her face reddening with embarrassment.

“Yes, Mr Fleming,” her eyes making brief contact with mine before looking away at Henderson, and then down to the floor.

“There is no need to be embarrassed. No need at all. Sex is a perfectly natural thing.”

I paused, enjoying her discomfort.

“Your breasts look sensational today, Ashley.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming.” Again, she caught my eye but looked away.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Ashley?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I do.”

“Then he is a very, very lucky man.”

“Thank you Mr Fleming.”

I paused, and continued to admire her tits. She looked up and saw me still looking at her chest.

“Ashley, would you do me a very big favour?”

“Of course, Mr Fleming. What is it?”

I leaned in to her, so my body was close to hers, so I could feel her warmth and smell her. My mouth was inches from her ear.

“Tomorrow, please email me a link,” I whispered, “to your favourite porn clip.”

I stood up straight again and this time she held my eyes.

“I will, Mr Fleming.”

“In the email, tell me why you like it so much.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

I left her, and headed back up to my office.

Chapter 20 : Mr Moore Returns For More

“OK, Mr Moore. If you sign just here and date it then we are all done.”

“Seems so easy. Thank you again.”

“If the IRS ever investigate they will find that this company owns your offshore shell entity, and we will take care of everything. You money and assets are perfectly safe. We will take of any heat if there is any, which I doubt. Cyprus is considered very safe these days. Much safer than the Caribbean and Switzerland. This document merely protects us from each other, that we will always act in your best interests and we will do as you instruct us.”

He signed. They always do. Greedy men like him always do.

“I must thank you for lending me your wife, Mr Moore. She proved to be an enjoyable night in.”

“You are welcome, Mr Fleming. Stuck up, spoiled bitches like her need to learn their place.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“She married me for my money, and I married her for her ass.”

“I understand perfectly, Mr Moore. I really do.”

“Next time, no need to be discreet with the Skype messages. Just ask me direct.”

“I will. Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

“Well, this is great, Mr Fleming. I am so pleased I hired you. Just one more thing – I was wondering if you have any openings for internships? I know you are a big company with a lot of clout in the city and it would be fantastic if you had any openings.”

“For your daughter?”

“Yes. For Katie.”

“The young lady outside?”

“Yes. I brought her along just in case. She has her paperwork if you would be so kind and spare her a few moments. She’s done exceptionally well at university. I am sure she will be an asset to your company.”

I thought for a moment.

“Mr Moore – our arrangement today is quite a delicate one. Technically, you are breaking the law. As you know, the IRS have no time for tax dodgers, especially those that hide their loot overseas.”

“Yes, I understand, Mr Fleming.”

“They’d go after everything you had.”

“Yes…..Where are you going with this?”

“They would ruin you.”

I paused again, looking directly at Moore’s uncertain face.

“Mr Moore. I thoroughly enjoyed your wife. A great fuck. I am jealous that you have a woman like that at your disposal. I’d like you to go out to the reception area and ask your daughter to either go home, or if she wants to help you and herself, to come into my office. If she comes through that door she comes through knowing that I will be fucking her for the next hour. “

“Wow. Mr Fleming. You are insatiable. You are fucking your way through my entire family!  Wasn’t my wife enough?”

“Your wife was a nice distraction, Mr Moore. But I want an even tighter ass. The sort of ass that only youth can provide.”

“I understand, but surely my wife was enough? I mean – you can’t just help yourself to a man’s daughter!”

“I think, Mr Moore, to show your gratitude for everything I have done for you, the very least you can do is provide me with a little gift. A nice little gift that would look so nice bent over my office desk, with her panties pulled down to her knees, taking my cock into her tight, young, teenage body?”

“Mr Fleming…I don’t know what to say…”

“There is nothing to say, Mr Moore. Not to me, at least. But if I do not see… er, what was her name?”

“Katie.”

“Yes. If I do not see Katie’s mouth around my cock within five minutes I cannot say for sure that we might make a mistake on your paperwork, and the IRS may find out about your offshore activity, Mr Moore. I am sure you understand. This is a very delicate situation we find ourselves in.”

Just as he got up I handled him one of Mr Chung’s business cards.

“What is this?”

“He is a man that you would like to know. Tell him I have spoken to you. If you do agree to meet him, make sure you take Mrs. Moore along.”

“I see.” A glimmer of a smile raced across his face.

“I think we have a great deal in common, Mr Fleming, don’t we?”

“Yes I rather think we do, Mr Moore.”

Four minutes later there was a gentle knock on my door, and Katie walked in, her tears drying.

“Do you know why you father sent you in here?”

“Yes.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that he is in big trouble and that you would only help him if you saw me.”

“’Saw’?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, Katie.”

“He said that you want to have sex with me. And that then you would help him keep his business arrangements quiet.”

“I see. And how do you feel about that proposition?”

“My father is a good man, Mr Fleming, and whatever he has done you promise to help? And fix whatever trouble he is in?”

“Yes, of course. He’s not really in trouble – he’s just trying to protect his lifestyle. And, of course, protect your inheritance. ” She hadn’t stormed out. My cock began to anticipate the next hour.

“I have two conditions.”

“Go on…”

“That if I agree to this, this is just a one off, one time deal.”

“And?”

“That you give me a paid internship here. I am at university studying law. I need work experience over the summer and Christmas vacations. Your company is the biggest in town and I know you have big clients. I’d love to work here. A good reference from you would be worth more than my degree!”

I discretely tapped the intercom button on my office phone so Tracy and her father could hear what we were saying. What we were doing….

“You are a very pretty girl, Katie.”

I saw Tracy and her father look up through the office window. I knew they could hear.

“Why don’t you close the blinds on my window so that your father cannot see us, and then come over here and sit on my lap while we discuss your conditions.”

She got up, and my eyes followed her slim figure over to my window and adjusted the blinds. She walked towards me and stood in front of my desk.

“Well?”

“Take off your shirt, Katie, and show me what a pretty bra you are wearing today.”

“Do we have a deal, Mr Fleming?”

“We have a deal, Katie. Now take off your shirt and come and sit on my lap.”

She undid the buttons on her pale blue shirt and dropped it to the floor. I made no attempt to avert my eyes, and I soaked in her beauty. Her half-cup bra pushed up her breasts so invitingly. Long, blonde hair that fell half way down her back. Lovely, smooth pale skin. A toned midriff. A cute, pixie of a nose. She managed an awkward, nervous smile, and came around and sat on my lap.

I immediately kissed her, hard, deeply, passionately, inhaling her wonderful smell.  My hand instinctively rested on her legs and began to stroke and caress her smooth skin. She responded. No resistance at all. Eager.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I breathed into her ear.

“Yes. My father has told me I must.”

“Does it excite you to have sex with a man in his office….while your father is just through that door?”

No reply.

I glanced down at my phone, reassured that the red light of my intercom was still on, still broadcasting. I kissed her again, and cupped her breasts. My cock was so hard now.

“Once we are done here, Katie,” I said kissing her some more, “you can go down one floor and ask for Candice in HR. Tell her you want a paid internship and that you have just been sucking my cock. Candice will call up and ask me if that is true, and if so how good a cocksucker you are.”

“And If I suck you good I am in?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“I have never had an interview like this before,” she said, a real smile this time.

“Are you are whore?” I said, kissing her lips.

“What? That’s very rude of you.”

“Well,” I teased. “You are trying to get a job AND get your father out of trouble by using your rather delicious body.”

“I’m a good girl, Mr Fleming. You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

I ran my hands over her legs, up her stomach and to her bra while she spoke.

“Let’s hope you are not too good,” I said, and rubbed my fingers against her panties. She smiled.

“You father was just telling me that he often listens at your bedroom door….” Her hand found my cock, pushing through my trousers. “He said he can hear you masturbating sometimes….he knows when you are watching porn on your computer. He says you watch too much porn.” I unhooked her bra and felt it bounce off my legs to the floor. I kissed her neck and shoulder, back to her mouth, my left hand caressing her back, my right now gently loving her breasts.

“You’re lying,” she said, and undid my tie and started work on my shirt.

“No I am not. He said you make him hard when he hears you masturbate. I know you can hear him outside your room, can’t you?”

“Sometimes, but I still think you are lying.” My shirt was now wide open, and her hand glided over my chest to my belt, and she began to unfasten it.

“What sort of porn do you watch?”

“You’re very direct, aren’t you?”

“When I don’t have a lot of time, yes. I just asked a staff member that very same question. I think their porn choices can reveal a lot about a person. What they a really, really like.” I kissed her lips.  “You must answer my questions, Katie.“

“I like threesomes – two guys and a girl.” We kissed again.

“Have you ever done that?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?” My hand was now caressing her lovely small breasts.

“Yes. But my boyfriend doesn’t want to.” She fumbled my trousers open and my cock throbbed to her electric touch.

“Hmmm. You have a nice cock.” She gently gripped my shaft and began to move her hand up and down, making me harder and harder and harder.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Katie?” I was kissing her passionately now, squeezing her breasts harder, forcing my hand down the back of her skirt to explore her ass.

“Yes. I want you to have sex with me.” I glanced down and was reassured to see the intercom light still on. Katie got off my lap and pulled off her skirt and panties, and kicked off her shoes. For just a few seconds she was standing naked, in front of me, and then she dropped to her knees and pulled down my trousers, her soft hands reaching back to my eager cock. She kneeled between my legs and played with my erection, looking up at me with, half smiling, her mouth open.

“Do you fuck other girls in your office?”

“Yes.”

“Staff?”

“Mostly, yes.”

“Well, you are a naughty man,  aren’t you? I expect I had better start this interview…” She leaned forward and sucked my cock into her mouth. I rested a hand on the back of her head, gently urging her on.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. “Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” It was an unnecessary comment – I had had much better – but I wanted her father to know what she was doing.

“At high school.”

“Do you like sucking cock?”

“Yes. I love it. I like being in control of a man’s pleasure. ”

“Did you ever suck any teachers off?”

“No. Well, actually I did a substitute teacher once, but that is all.”

“And you call me naughty?”

She laughed.

“Show me how much you can take – can you get all of me in your mouth?” She couldn’t take all of me, but she tried, and she sucked hard and I could feel her tongue constantly brushing against me and around my rim. She was trying to please.

“Hmmm. That’s nice,  Katie.” I sat back in my chair and watched her head bob back and forth on me, her eyes locked onto mine, the hint of a mischievous smile. She sucked hard on my cock head, and stroked her hands up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, her tongue constantly flicking and licking my crown. And then she took as much of me as she could again, stroking my thighs, running her hands over my chest, and then raising her mouth up to my rim, and continued this love making pattern on and on and on. I sat there and let her pleasure me. I occasionally fucked my hips up into her mouth when my urges grew, telling her how good she was, how much I wanted to come in her mouth, how beautiful she looked with my cock on her mouth, which was so true. She looked ravishing.

“How many cocks have you sucked, Katie?”

“Mmm. I don’t know. Ten or twelve, maybe.”

“Do you make men come in your mouth?”

“Of course! I think I am good at this, don’t you?”

“Oh yes. You are very enthusiastic, that’s for sure. What would your father think?” The red light was still on. “If you really wanted something from him, like a new car or something, would you ever suck his cock?”

“No, that’s disgusting.”

“But even so, do you think your father would let you suck his cock? If he knew you were this good, and that you loved sucking so much, I bet he would want you to suck him off.”

“Yes. He would. I see him looking at me sometimes. All my friends know he looks at them too.”

“Can you hear him when he fucks your mother?”

“Yes. At weekends they do it. He is always telling her what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can hear him tell her to do things – you know – suck him, bend over here, bend over that, on your knees. He’s always telling her shit to do.”

“And she does what she is told?”

“I think so. Yes. I never hear her answer back, so I guess she does what she is told. Sometimes I hear her crying when they do it.”

“Hmmm. Your father is an interesting man. Like him, I like to tell girls what to do, Katie. Alright? So you can start sucking my balls now, and stroking my cock. Just a few more minutes. And then I will fuck you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I want you to fuck me. Against the windows over there. So people in the office block across from you can see me. They can watch me getting fucked against the window.”

“Does that excite you, Katie, being watched while getting fucked?”

“Yes. It does. That’s why I want a threesome.”

“Are you a whore?”

“No. Please don’t ask me that again.”

I felt her wet tongue lapping against my balls while her soft hand caressed up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and let this sexy young teenager love my cock. Her tongue moved back onto my shaft and she began to pleasure me again, up and down, faster and faster, slurping and gagging, sucking and licking. She pulled off, and looked at me, wanting to know if I wanted to fuck her, but I took the back of her head and pulled her down on to my cock again, and fucked urgently back up into her downward bobs. She came off me again, gasping for air, wiping away her wet mouth, and this time I stood up over her and pulled her back onto my cock again.

“I want you to suck me properly. You’re not at high school now. Learn to give what a man wants and deserves. Your mother knows how to suck cock – you should ask her to teach you.”

She nodded with my cock embedded deep in her mouth, paused briefly when she heard me talk about her mother, and then continued to suck.

“Oh yes. You probably don’t believe me, do you? But I know for a fact that your hot, mother loves it in the ass, and she has been taught to suck a man properly, just as you are learning now.”

“She’s not my real mother. My mom wouldn’t do such a thing. Stephanie just wants my father’s money.”

“Be quiet, Katie. I am not interested. Just suck my cock. I am teaching you how to face fuck, Katie. How to really please a man. You look so much prettier with my cock in your mouth. You know that? Do you want me to fuck your face, Katie?”

She nodded again but it was obvious she was getting nervous.

I pushed in to her mouth harder, pulling on her head, pushing forward, convulsing her, scaring her. I slowly pulled out, my cock coated in fresh thick, white saliva, and then began to fuck into her head. Hard. Deep. Choking. Gagging. Exciting. Struggling. I fucked fast through her open lips, pounding into her, ramming my hard cock into her throat, loving the fear on her face, her gulps of air, her dripping saliva, her bouncing young tits, the filthy, slurping noise, her messy hair. I pulled my soaking cock out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face.

“Suck me harder, Katie. Much harder. If you want me to fuck you you need to earn it. Now suck.”

I tried to push into her mouth again, but she turned away and breathed in deeply to catch her breath, wiping her mouth clean again. I gripped onto the back of her head and turned her back.

“Open your mouth. “ She didn’t. “Open your fucking mouth, Katie. Think what you are doing. My cock is your only concern now. You should always keep your mouth open when a hard cock is near your face. Open your knees while you suck. Do it, Katie. Do it now.”

She did.

“Now put your hands behind your back. Hold them together. Open your mouth and suck my cock.”

She did. I continued to pump my entire shaft into her wet mouth, hard, pounding thrusts to her throat.

“Have you sucked a cock like this before?”

“No,” she gasped, her breathing heavy.

“This is how men want it, Katie. Just like this.” I sawed into her mouth for thirty, forty hard, rapid strokes and then held it deep for a moment, until she gagged, and pushed it in further, until she began to wretch. Her drool slid down her chin and onto her tits and legs. She looked a mess. When I fucked my cock into her it pushed all of her saliva down her throat, and she started to cough and gag some more. I gave her a few seconds to recover and then mercilessly fucked in again.

“Now kiss my cock and tell me you love sucking me. Keep your hands behind your back. I want to see all of that dripping spit on your tits and chest. It makes you look more slutty.”

“I love sucking your cock,” she whimpered, and kissed her lips all over my shaft. She took both of my balls into her mouth and sucked hard, moving her hand up and down my cock while she sucked and tongued.

“That’s better Katie. Put your hands back behind your back and keep your mouth open. Always keep it open so the man can use you,” I reaffirmed.

I slapped her with my cock, fucking up and down her wet face, sliding into her mouth, rubbing her messy face again, and then I clutched a handful of her hair and began to fuck her throat again.

“Are you a whore, Katie?”

“No. I am a good girl,” she gasped.

I put both of my hands behind her head and pulled her hard down onto my cock, ramming into her, and my brutal pounding continued. Sometimes I fucked her, other times I just stood still, pulling and pushing her head onto my cock, using her skull as a masturbation toy.

I pulled out and watched her obediently kiss my hard, hard erection again, licking and kissing, looking up, hoping to please me. I enjoyed her heaving breath on my excited flesh, her wet tits rising and falling, her wide eyes. But most of all I enjoyed her submission, just like her step-mother had.

“You have nice tits, Katie. Remind me to suck on them before you leave.”

I looked at my watch – it had just gone 1 o’clock. I decided that I would keep abusing her like this, using her to satisfy my cravings – until a quarter past. I fucked her mouth hard for a couple of minutes, relaxed and let her lick me while I rubbed myself all over her face, and then I fucked in to her sloppy mouth again. And again. And again. And again.

“Do you understand how to suck cock now, Katie?”

“Yes…..yes,” she gasped, her shoulders heaving. “I understand.”

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming,” deep breath, “for teaching me how to suck a cock properly. Thank you…”

“You much prefer to suck cock this way, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped between breaths. “I like it this way much more.”

“In future, when men present you their hard cock, what will you say to them?”

“Please fuck my face.”

“Because that is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I want men to fuck my face. Just like you are doing.” She heaved in more air, trying to satisfy her lungs.

“Are you are a whore, Katie?”

“Please…..”

I stood still and allowed her to lick her drool off my cock.

“Now lie over there on the floor so I can fuck your mouth like a pussy.”

She laid down on the floor on the other side of my desk and opened her mouth. I could see she was scared. It was a delightful sight.  Her proud tits, coated in thick saliva, rose up firmly off her chest, nipples erect.

“Now, I am going to fuck my cock down your throat again, Katie, but this time I want my balls in your mouth too.”

“Oh god. I can’t do that. It’s too much. Please no.”

“Someone in your position, Katie, should learn to never say no to a man.”

She turned over and tried to crawl away, to wriggle free, but I jumped between her legs and pulled hard on her hair, yanking her back to me. She had made it closer to my door, but now I had control again, and I parted my knees against the inside of her thighs to open her up. My other hand gripped onto her ass, pulling her cheek to one side.

“I can see your asshole, Katie. It looks so small and tight. I can tell it’s going to hurt quite a bit.”

“What is? What are you talking about? What is going to hurt?” Delicious panic in her voice. I was so hard.

“No…no…get off me. Get off me….” She pleaded, realizing my intent.

She struggled again, and I pulled harder on her hair, leaning my other hand on her back, pinning her down, shuffling forward slightly to force her legs even wider. My cock hovered over her small ass, It looked so big. So fucking big. I marveled briefly at how far I was going to be inside this girl.

“Think of your father, Katie. Your family’s wealth. Your family’s security. It’s all in your hands. Actually, it in the hands of your ass. And you know references from me will set off your career. You know that, don’t you? I am going to have your ass now, Katie. This one ass fuck can set you up for life, Katie. So many girls would love to be where you are now, Katie. They’d love my cock in their ass to move along their careers.”

I leaned forward so my weight was across her back, and my face fell next to hers, tear stained, anguished. And so beautiful. I tried to kiss her but she turned away. I bit into her neck instead.

“Instead of taking your father’s money and his love and his time and his guidance, you can give a little back for once? Can you do that?” I bit her neck again, and ran my tongue over her lovely smooth skin. “I am not going to fuck your ass, Katie, unless you ask me to do it. The choice is all yours.”

I got off her back and kneeled behind her again, my cock fucking into her delicious ass crack, waiting for her decision.

“You are such a fucking bastard.”

I reached a hand around to her mouth. “Spit into my hand, Katie and try to relax your ass. Ask me, Katie. I know you want to. Ask me..”

She calmed, and then I knew her answer. She spat into my hand and I rubbed her spittle over my already soaking wet shaft.

“Please go easy on me…”

“Ask me, Katie.”

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Ask me, Katie.”

“Will you fuck my ass, Mr Fleming?”

“Manners, Katie. I am sure your father has a raised you better than this. I want you to say it nice and loud, so your father can hear you through this door. He’s sitting just a few feet away, Katie. Isn’t that exciting?”

“You fucker. You piece of shit,” she hissed at me. I slapped her butt, hard.

“Please Mr Fleming, will you please fuck my ass?”

“I can’t hear you, Katie. What was that?”

She paused, and I supposed she was weighing up her options. Or lack thereof... We were maybe 15 feet away from my speakerphone now – I wasn’t sure that Mr Moore and Tracy could hear us anymore. We were so close to the door – surely they could. I pushed my cock to her entrance and gently began to fuck against her hole.

“One more time, Katie. Nice and loud.”

“Please fuck my ass, Mr Fleming!” She had started to cry.

“Oh, that’s good, Katie. I know your father heard that. Do you think you are making his cock hard?”

“Please – just do it quickly so I can get out of here,” she pleaded. I decided then that I would fuck her ass nice and slow.

“Do you want my come in your ass, Katie?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Have you ever had a hard cock deep inside your ass before?”

“No.”

“Are you my whore, Katie?”

There was a pause, and then a quiet ‘Yes.”

“What was that?”

“Yes,” she said louder, now shaking with her sobs. “Yes I am your whore.”

“I knew that the second I laid eyes on you Katie. I just knew it. Your father seems to have surrounded himself with whores. What a guy!” I laughed. “Oh, and one more thing, Katie – you will not wriggle away, or try to stop me from fucking your ass until I shoot my cock juice into your bowels, alright? You will let me take you as I wish, no resistance. OK?”

“OK,” she mumbled. “Please go easy….and hurry up. I want to go home.”

I reached forward and opened my office door, and saw the startled and shocked look of her father, looking straight down at his daughter. Tracy sat next to him, her hand on his trousers, rubbing his obvious bulge. I nodded to her, and she smiled back.

“He wanted to play with my tits, Mr Fleming. But I told him they belonged to you.”

“Good girl, Tracy.”

“All of your cock sucking, Katie, has made your dad’s cock really hard. I am trying to soothe him, but you have made him very excited,” purred Tracy.

I looked back down to my reluctant teenager.

“Who has the tightest ass, Mr Fleming? My wife or my daughter?”

“Mr Moore – I’d have to fuck your wife’s ass again to remind me of her tightness, but your daughter’s hole looks quite wonderful. Now then Katie - let’s put on a good show for your father. Oh, and by the way Mr Moore – your daughter asked about an internship here. I absolutely INSIST on it. Do you understand?”

Moore nodded, and raised his hips into Tracy’s hand.

I eased forwards, and began to force my hard cock into Katie’s tight ass.

Chapter 21 :  She Selects Her Men

The beautiful woman, a blond, a short bob haircut, sat behind the chauffeur. She glanced out of the window and adjusted her bra. A black, rubber bra that barely covered her tits. She wore nothing else, except a diamond choker, black rubber thigh highs and heeled boots.

The limo scrunched to a halt on the gravel driveway, and the chauffeur eased out of the car to open her door, offering her his hand for guidance. She got out. He drove away. She was beautiful, highly sexual, her breasts mouthwatering in the sunlight, her legs long, her lips red, her eyes alive with excitement. She looked first at the Spanish styled mansion in front of her, and then at the two dark suited men walking towards her, to greet her. They took turns kissing her, feeling her body, feeling her exposed ass. One went down to feast on her pussy, the other took out his cock, and she bent forwards to suck him. Nothing was said. They enjoyed each other, gorging themselves on the excited flesh, moaning and gasping, licking and sucking.

A third man appeared by the doorway to the house, also well dressed in a dark suit, and the threesome immediately stopped. The girl walked towards him, kissed him deeply while his hands enjoyed her breasts and ass. He opened the door and they both entered the house.

The line of men was waiting. Maybe ten. Perhaps twelve. Suited up, Venetian masks covering their eyes and sometimes their entire face. Their hard cocks were exposed, jutting through their flies, waiting for her.

The man took the girl's hand and led her down the line. She appraised each cock, running her hands over all of them, testing their hardness, gauging their size, the weight of their balls. The man stood back and watched her and waited for her decision. She moved up the line again, this time gently touching the top side of all of the cocks as she moved, smiling when she looked back, and saw several bobbing to a stop. She moved behind them, and began to squeeze their asses. Looking for firm muscles, definition, the telltale signs of a man who fucked hard, and fucked with stamina.

She came back around to face the men, and this time reached forward to select a cock, and pulled the man forward by it. Lovingly and gently. She reached for a second, and tenderly pulled him forwards too.

She turned, and with a hard cock in each hand, walked towards the bed at the end of the room.

One of the men stood to the side and she climbed onto the white linen and took him into her mouth, sucking and loving him. The second man kneeled behind her on the bed, feeling her ass, licking her pussy, and then sinking his cock into her, and began to fuck. He unhooked her bra and felt her naked tits, their beauty driving his cock harder into her. She gasped to the increase in force, and sucked harder on the cock, licking and kissing and devouring it. The essence of a man, thrusting into her mouth, seeking her touch.

The man who first led the girl into the house came over with a glass of red wine, sat down and watched their pleasure, exposing his cock, and masturbated.

They changed positions. The girl moved to lie face up on the bed. A cock hovered over her mouth and she pulled it down and past her lips. Her second lover kneeled between her open legs, hooked his hands under her knees raising her legs slightly, and sank his cock back inside her pussy, fucking her again, fucking her passionately and with force, his powerful body consuming the girl completely, enjoying her flesh, her fuck noise, the swell of her tits moving to his cock's rhythm.

They changed again. She climbed on top of, and impaled herself down onto the man below her, and rode him, her tits now bouncing freely, an incredibly erotic site, her mouth open in pleasure, her nipples hard, her thighs straining with effort, losing herself completely to the glorious hard cock. The second man stood by her on the bed, and she took him into her mouth, sucking him as she rode, keeping both cocks rock hard, bringing them closer and closer.

Their hands found her tits, and loved their beauty, crushing them with lust and desire.

Pulling from her mouth, he kneeled behind her and guided his cock into her ass. She paused, allowing him to find her hole, and then moved again, once she had both cocks inside her again.

The two men fucked her. And she fucked them back. Their bodies moving together towards their crescendo. Never saying a word. Just fucking. Fucking for pure sexual pleasure.

When they came both men stood over the girl, her mouth wide open, taking their torrid jets of come, grunting and moaning their satisfaction, soaking her face with their warm fluid, rubbing their cocks over her. The third man, her voyeur, also stepped over and shot his come over her face. They all stepped back and the girl turned and smiled into the camera, and we could see her come drenched face, her come stained tongue and globs of come in her hair and under her eyes, come running down her cheeks and into her mouth.

The scene faded to black.

I went back to my emailed client and hit REPLY.

'Thank you Ashley. That was a very intense and enjoyable scene. I have learned so much about you. Please come into the office early tomorrow and leave one of your undergarments on my chair, so that it is here when I arrive.
Mr Fleming.'

I forwarded the video link to Tracy and Candice.

The next day on my chair was a pair of black stockings and a black plunge bra.

Chapter 22 : Returning To The Dentist

"Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Mr Fleming," the assembled staff of six replied.

"It's been a couple of months now since I decided to try and make Duncan a better person - a better employer - and I want to find out if my measures have been effective. So - anyone - Amanda - has Duncan been more pleasant to work with?"

Miss Duncan stood beside me, not looking happy at all, her massive fake tits pushing her tight shirt to the extreme.

One of the receptionists spoke up.

"Miss Duncan has got a bit better, but she still can be a bit rude if we are late or checking our phones during work hours."

"Well, firstly, we all agree she was a total fucking bitch before she decided to get her tits done, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"So let's drop the 'Miss Duncan' routine. Let's call her Bitch. Or The Bitch. 'Bitch - I am checking my phone now.' 'Bitch - I am going for lunch now.' OK? Does that sound better?"

They all smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mr Fleming. That's much better,' said Amanda.

"Is that alright with you, Bitch?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. That is alright with me."

“Tell them what you want them to call you from now on.”

“I want you all to call me Bitch from now on,” she said.

'By a show of hands, who thinks the Bitch's tits are absolutely the most hideous thing they have ever seen?"

Everybody put their hand up. Bitch began to sob, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"I can't believe you did that to yourself, Bitch. You must be desperate for cock. Are you?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

A couple of the staff laughed out loud.

“Tell the staff what you are desperate for, Bitch.”

“I am desperate for cock.”

Everybody laughed again, including myself.

"And what sort of man are you now attracting, with those big fake tits of yours?"

"Mostly low end men. Non educated types."

"But that is the sort of man you have always wanted, isn't it, Bitch?"

"Yes."

"The sort of guy that wants to spend all night showing your tits off to his friends, and then fucking his cock between them when you get back home."

"Yes. That's the sort of man I like."

"And do they like to slap your tits? A pull on those big, ugly nipples of yours?"

"Yes. They like to do those things, Mr Fleming."

"And you love it, don't you?"

"Yes. I love it," she said quietly.

"Amanda - has The Bitch been telling you how pretty your breasts are?"

"Yes, but I don't think she means it. Sometimes she says it nicely, but most times she says it like a robot. I don't believe her," said Amanda, grinning. Duncan took a quick glance at her.

"Oh dear, Bitch. That is disappointing. Well, we'll have to fix that."

"Please Mr Fleming. I do think Amanda has very pretty breasts. I do mean it. Please don't do anything to me."

"I think it's only fair that every day you complement your entire staff - each and every one. Something nice about their body, or how they look, or how jealous you are of the breasts, or ass, or legs. You get the idea. Will you do that, Bitch?"

"Yes."

"Amanda will tell me when you screw up. I can easily get some implants into those lips of yours, and tattoo them red, to show everybody that your lips should always be locked around a hard cock."

"I understand, Mr Fleming."

"Do you think having grotesque tits like yours have now has made you a nicer, better person?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

“Please tell your staff that when men come in here to get their teeth taken care off, what do you really want to take care of, Bitch?”

“I want to take care of their cocks.” Another eruption of laugher.

"Good. Well, its twenty minutes before you open for the day.  How would you like to thank me?"

"I'd like to take you back to my office and suck you off, Mr Fleming."

"Alright. Mind if Amanda watches?"

"No, Mr Fleming. I'd like that."

"Now that you have been sucking so much cock in recent weeks I would like you to describe to her exactly what you are doing and teach Amanda what makes a really good blow job, so that she can learn."

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I will enjoy teaching Amanda how to suck cock. Shall we go?"

"Amanda - if you want to watch your boss suck my cock you know I will want you to take off your top, and show me those sensational breasts of yours."

"Of course, Mr Fleming," smiled Amanda, already undoing the buttons.

Chapter 23 : Katie – It’s Time

"Katie - it's time."

Katie turned around in her cubicle and looked up at Candice. It was her second week at the company and Christmas was just around the corner, when she would leave and go back to college. She would be grateful to get out of the company unscathed. From what depravities she had witnessed just that would be an achievement.

"Time for what, Candice?"

"Your penetration, Katie."

"My what?"

"Mr Fleming wants to fuck you, Katie,” Candice said impatiently. “Now log out of your computer and hurry up. You don't want to keep him waiting."

"But...but Candice. We had a deal! Mr Fleming said during my interview that, er, my interview would be enough!"

"Katie. Don't make me ask you again. You know full well what is at stake." She leaned in and whispered "And if you don't come this minute I shall tell Mr Fleming that you have been begging me to let the others fuck you too. Hard. In your ass, just as you like it. Mr Fleming has told everybody what a tight ass you have, and how you want to get fucked against the window so everyone can see. You are such a naughty girl, Katie. So naughty. And now everyone in the office wants to fuck you."

"That's so embarrassing that he would tell everyone that."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Katie. You love cock as much as the next girl. Now. Come on. He is waiting for you in the conference room with Tracy."

"Tracy?"

"She wants to watch."

"Oh god." Her face crumpled and she put her head in her hands, knowing full well she had no choice.

"Tracy has already seen you fuck, Katie. She has already watched you take his cock in your ass, and she told me how thrilling it was, seeing Mr Fleming come as hard as he did inside you."

Candice took Katie's hand and gently led the crying girl to the elevator and up to the conference room.

When they walked into Tracy's reception area Katie saw her father and step mother, Stephanie, sitting down, waiting for her. Stephanie was playing with her husband’s exposed cock, sticking upright through his fly. Her face crumpled, and the tears poured down her face.

"Ah, Katie. You took your time. Now, Mr Fleming wants you to undress here and go into the conference room on all fours. Hurry now. He and Tracy are waiting. Candice – are you going to join us and come in to watch too?"

"Well, it seems like everyone else is, so I may as well!”

"Oh good," he grinned. "We wouldn't miss it for the world, would we darling?"

His wife shook her head and continued to stroke Mr Moore’s cock.

“Hurry now, Katie,” encouraged Candice. “Mr Fleming will be excited to see your tears.”

19 year old Katie sobbed and sobbed as she slipped off her shoes and slowly began to unbutton her dress.

Chapter 24: Monica's Birthday

I saw Ashley just stepping into the down elevator and I jumped in after her.

“Hi there!”

“Hello, Mr Fleming. Floor?”

“13, please. I am going to the lunch room.” She turned away to press the button, and the doors closed.

“Ashley – do you mind turning around and facing me so I can look at your breasts?”

She turned to face me, and looked down.

“Thank you, Ashley. Your tits look as sensational as always.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming.”

“And thank you also for sharing your lingerie with me. Did you get the bra back? I gave it to Tracy to put it back on your desk. It smelled wonderful.”

“Tracy put it back? Er, yes, I did get it Mr Fleming. Thank you,” she said quietly.

“I kept your stockings. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, Mr Fleming. You can keep them.”

“What do you think I do with them, Ashley?”

“I don’t know, Mr Fleming…”

The elevator stopped and the doors thudded open

“Tell me,“ I said, stepping out. “Do you wish it was you in that video clip you sent me?”

She didn’t say anything, so I put my arm inside the elevator to stop the doors closing.

“Ashley? Do you?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming,” she said in her quiet voice.

She looked up and I smiled at her, let the elevator go and walked down the corridor to the noise of the break room.

"Monica - from all of us - a happy 24th birthday."

"Thank you, Mr Fleming."

“Has all of that come stopped dripping out of your butthole now?”

“Not quite, Mr Fleming. It’s still coming out.”

“How many men have just stuck their cocks in your ass this morning?”

“Six, Mr Fleming.”

Laughter from everybody.

“I hope not all at the same time, though you would probably prefer that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

More laughter.

The assembled staff that had squeezed into the basement gym stood silently, aside from a few giggles. A few of them parted, stepping to one side, to reveal Monica's birthday present. It was a huge cake, made into the shape of an erect cock. Carefully decorated icing had given the cake the necessary cock rim, veins and they had even managed to get an iced shine to the cockhead. It looked very real.

"Do you like it?" asked Candice.

"Yes, Miss Candice. I love it. I hope you all want a slice."

The cake was about three feet long and maybe six  inches across. It was big. Big enough to feed everyone.

"Actually Monica," continued Candice, "the cake is not quite finished. Since you turn 24 and I forgot the candles, I think you should blow 24 cocks instead. We have 8 or 9 guys here and you can start with those, and then to get up to 24 you can go around to the lobby staff and cleaning crew and beg the men if you may suck their cocks to celebrate your birthday.”

“Thank you, Miss Candice.”

“But....you must not let the cocks explode in your slutty little mouth. I know you adore the taste of come, but they are to ejaculate over your cake. When you have 24 pools of semen sloshing about all over your cake we want you to eat it. You are to eat ALL of it. Every bit of it. Today, in fact, by 4 o'clock."

"But Miss Candice - the cake is too big for me. I couldn't eat all of that even if I wanted to."

I noticed she protested about the size of cake and not the amount of cock she had to suck. I held up a metal bucket.

"This is what we have this for, Monica. You eat until you are full, then you make yourself throw up into this bucket – which you must not move by the way - and then you start eating again. Do you want to do that for us. Monica? And of course this will be streaming to your Internet fans, too."

I waved at the two cameras we had set up on high tripods, and then a closer two focused on the cake and then another on the bucket.

"Yes, Mr Fleming, I want to do this," she mumbled, looking worried at the prospect.

"You have just three  hours to do this, Monica. If you don't, what do you think we should do with you?"

"Beat my tits until they bleed, Mr Fleming."

"If that is what you want, Monica. Fair enough. Oh, and by the way - the delicious cream filling in the cake is more of your bull sperm. I know you like that. And I asked that the chef who made the cake to spit into the mixture as many times as he could, just to add a bit of flavor."

"Thank you, Mr Fleming."

"You may start working on your first cock, Monica. Have a nice day. I will see you in my office at four for my afternoon blowjob."

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“I hope you don’t use the same company to make my wedding cake,” giggled Candice.

“I’ll tell you after you have eaten a slice,” I deadpanned back. "Oh – before you go  - can you take a look at Valerie's position?"

"What do you mean? She is a valuable employee - for at 8 or 9 years now."

"I know. And I do like her. But she is in her mid-forties now and vastly overweight. She sticks out a bit doesn’t she when compared to our other staff? We need to maintain standards. I have been waiting for you to get rid of her, but I hear she is a friend of yours?"

“Yes, she is.”

“Well, I am sorry Candice, but she needs to go. Work out a nice benefit package for her and get me someone with nice tits. “

"I understand."

"Tell me our numbers again?"

"We have 58 employees, 39 of whom are women and you have scored all of them to be at least an eight out of ten. Of those 39, we have 14 blondes, 24 brunettes and of course one redhead, Tracy. Average age is 22. So we are probably due to hire a blonde with larger than average tits since the company's average cup size is somewhere between a B and a C'."

"I have given up asking you for Asians. I don’t know why you can’t find any. So what about any Latin girls?  - A nice busty Hispanic would be a nice addition."

"Hmmm. Asian girls are very clean, Mr Fleming. I am always looking for one with something that we can use against her, but no luck so far. We are low on Latin girls. You’re right - that would be a good addition – especially one with nice, big, fuckable tits, if that is what you want. Should be easy to find one with visa problems.  I will see what I can do. Your cock’s appetite is keeping me very busy!"

“Candice – my come looks so much nicer on the skin of a nice, dark Latin girl.”

“Of course, Mr Fleming.”

Later

“So that should take care of everything, Mrs Wilson. Your husband’s estate will now be yours and your sisters’ as he wished. None of it will go to his ex-wife.”

I looked over at the elderly lady, and saw her cracked smile break across her dry, parched lips.

“You will be the richest 71 year old I have ever met,” I said, smiling. “You should go out tonight and celebrate. Do you have someone special you could go out with?”

“No, Mr Fleming. At my age good men are few and far between. I will stay home tonight, and perhaps have a glass of white wine.”

“That’s too bad, Mrs Wilson. I am sure there are plenty of nice gentlemen out there for you – you just need to get out.”

“You are probably right, Mr Fleming. You are so kind. Since my husband died three years ago I haven’t been with a man, Mr Fleming. It’s no fun being this old. We always seem to outlast the men…” She afforded herself a quick laugh and slowly raised herself from her chair to leave.

“Mrs Wilson – if I heard you right, you have not enjoyed a man’s company at all? These days, I think 71 is still young, Mrs Wilson. 70 is the new 65! And I know just the thing that will fill you with joy, Mrs Wilson.”

“Oh?” she said, her interest piqued. “Fill me with joy? What on earth do you mean?”

“Mrs Wilson – I would like you to go to the Hotel Monaco right now. Text me your room number.”

“Oh I say! This sounds rather naughty!”

“It will be, Mrs Wilson. It will be.”

She smiled again, and I watched her thin, frail body shuffle out of my office. “I’ll text you soon!” she called out.

“OK, Mrs Wilson!”

I tapped my phone and watched Tracy pick up.

“Tracy – get that dickhead Tom up to my office right now, please. I have a job for him.”

Chapter 25: The Morning After The Christmas Party

"Do you think any modifications would be required?"

"Hmmm. Interesting question. I would tattoo the lips a bright red. In my culture, Mr Fleming, only a whore has bright red lips. And obviously we'd have to make her tits a little bigger. I have people that do that. Come in from under arm. No scar and no anesthetic!" He afforded himself a cruel laugh. "Aside from that I think she will be adequate. The item could be farmed out within about 3 weeks of receiving her, but I may decide to keep her."

"I see. More wine, Mr Chung?"

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you."

"Monica!"

Monica stepped forward and knelt down so that her left tit hovered over Chung's empty glass, and carefully poured the red wine down her tit so that it flowed over her nipple and into the glass.  With her other hand she rested it on Chung's lap, and gently squeezed his cock through his black trousers.

"I like this girl," Chung continued, watching the fucking on the other side of the table. "I like her resistance."

"Isn't that something you placate, to make them submissive servants?"

"Oh yes, sometimes. But there is always a thrill to fucking a girl that despises you. We do not train all of them. The look of pain and hatred in their faces is enough to make any man hard. We always have a selection of captives at the house – people who have crossed me, their daughters, and so forth.  And this one certainly has that look. Will be a welcome addition to our captive program.” He thoughtfully rubbed his chin, admiring the girl. “If you don't mind, I would like to fuck her soon."

"Not at all. Please be my guest. I think Mr Henderson is next, then you can dive in."

"Please...please stop. Please stop. I can't take it anymore. It's too much....Please...."

"Katie - I have told you now so many times. As soon as you crawl into that cage, the fucking will stop. I have a line of a dozen or so guys that will be able to fuck you nonstop for days. And Mr Chung wants you next - and I can assure you that when he fucks you it will hurt a lot because I know he will want his Chinese cock deep in that ass of yours. I have told him how tight it is.

Mr Goldberg will be coming inside you soon - I can tell he's getting close. We all get fucked by lawyers, Katie, but rarely by our own, so literally."

Goldberg was gasping with effort, his overweight frame heaving and sweating against Katie's taut and slender body. Her ankles were spread wide apart, secured to the base of the table by rope. Underneath her hips we had placed a pillow, pushing her ass out invitingly to her assailants. Her arms were stretched over the desk and they too were secured to each corner of the desk by neck ties tied down to the other table legs.

"Time, Monica?"

"Just over 4 hours now, Mr Fleming."

"And how many fucks?"

"Mr Goldberg is her eighteenth, Mr Fleming."

"Does it excite you to watch Katie getting abused like this, Monica?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

Chung chuckled to himself and sipped his wine. "You have trained the pet Monica well. She has come along nicely."

"Thank Mr Chung. Monica -that was a compliment."

"Thank you, Mr Chung."

Monica came over with a plate of cheeses and sliced meat and stood next to me so I could feel her naked ass. Watching Katie getting fucked like this had kept me hard for some time, and I was going to have to get some relief soon.

Goldberg grunted and thrust into her hard as he came.

"You're the best client I have ever had," he snarled, and squirted his come into her cunt, pulling on her hair and gripping tightly onto her ass with the other hand.

"You're such a fucking whore," he hissed, and Katie cried and cried and cried.

Chung got up off his chair and raised his hand to slap Katie's face, but held it mid air until she saw.

"Thank you, Mr Goldberg, for fucking me with your beautiful cock," she muttered.

Chung sat back down.

"See? She learn quick!"

"Yes," I agreed. "It's amazing what a motivator pain can be."

Goldberg did his trousers back up and shuffled off, sitting to one side to recover. Henderson got up and came over, took out his cock and slid it back into her sopping cunt. Katie grunted and lurched forward from his thrust. He leant over her to get his face next to Katie's.

"Hi Katie - remember me? I must say, your cunt is not as tight as it was yesterday, Katie. Been getting a lot of cock, have we?"  Henderson unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the ground, and began to pump his cock into her.

I sipped my wine and threw some pancetta into my mouth.

"I must say, myself and Monica are looking forward to the party, aren't we Monica?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

"Good! Good!" enthused Chung. "I have about 30 guests coming. It will be good! Plenty Asian girls, Mr Fleming. I get good ones for you! And Monica pet - I am so looking forward to hurting those tits of yours again!"

“We can’t wait, can we Monica? It’s a shame it is two months away. That seems like forever.”

Monica turned away, but I saw her fear.

"It will be well worth the wait, Mr Fleming. Well worth it! Are you ready to offer yourself to me like never before, pet Monica? To truly submit to me, to experience more pain than you think you can possibly handle? To show me, and Mr Fleming, that you really, really want to please us? To watch men fuck as they listen to the poetry of your screams?"

"Yes, Mr Chung," she whispered. "I am ready to be tested to show Mr Fleming my love for him."

"Mr Henderson  - I think it's time we persuaded Katie to crawl into her cage. I'd really like to take the item back to my manor this evening." Chung could have so easily have been a Bond villan. "Please start pinching her tits and making her more uncomfortable. I am beginning to think she is enjoying all of this cock." Chung sat back, sipped his wine and slipped his hand under his trousers to soothe his aching bulge.

"OK," Henderson gasped, and reached to Katie's chest, and began to squeeze her tits

“Oh Jesus. Please stop,” she wailed. “Please. You are hurting me. Please stop. Please. I’ll do anything…”

"Monica!" I snapped my fingers and flicked my eyes over to Chung. She took the cue and went around to him, knelt down, opened his fly and took his cock into her mouth.

Katie was now sobbing uncontrollably, trying to twist away from Henderson, pushing her chest against the table to try to protect her vulnerable tits, but Henderson was strong and persistent. He fucked her harder, punched her ass, pulled her hair back and then grabbed and twisted her tits. He then put three or four fingers from each hand into her mouth and pulled back, pulling her mouth grotesquely open.

"Wanna fuck her mouth?" offered Henderson, but neither of us answered  - we were enthralled and thoroughly entertained at his brutal assault.

Her pained eyes, so full of fear, managed yet more tears. Her messy face, tired and withdrawn, showed the torment of this afternoon. I watched Monica expertly suck Chung's cock. I could see the pleasure on his face, the lust on Henderson’s', and the pain on Katie’s. The cage that she would inevitably crawl into was to her side, so she could always see it. It was body length, but maybe 18 inches across and 12 inches deep. It would be a tight fit. One side of it was hinged open, inviting her in. There was a small section of the door that could open independently, to give her captors access to her ass, to fuck her while she was caged. If she could have just kept her mouth shut. But she had to talk, and cause trouble, and go to my friend Mr Goldberg this morning to press charges about her Christmas party mis-adventures.

"You suck cock so well, Monica. I am impressed. Tell me, who owns your tits?"

"Mr Fleming does, sir."

"I see. Do you think Mr Fleming would like me to cut off your tits, cook them and serve them to you to eat for dinner?"

"Mr Chung....please....please don't do that. Please."

I couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but I now knew the complete fear she would be in from now until his party.

"Suck my cock, you little whore. Make me hard for Katie's cunt."

Henderson began to suddenly fuck harder, his hips slapping loudly against Katie's tight ass cheeks, the desk vibrating and rocking to his thrusts. The effort on his face suddenly gave way to one of ecstasy, and his satisfying groan filled the room. Katie hardly reacted, just closed her eyes tighter and clenched her fists, her wet tears pooling on the desk below her face.

Just as Chung pushed Monica away and walked around to force himself into Katie's ass, Candice walked in.

"How is she doing?" asked Candice, gently stroking Katie's hair.

"Holding out," I replied. "But thoroughly entertaining. Care to join us?”

"Sure. I’ll watch for a few minutes. You have been a very silly girl, Katie."

Katie then let out a single yelp, and then she began to sob harder, and whimper, and cry some more. Her body tensed and she opened her mouth, wide, but no sound. Chung had begun pushing his cock into her ass.

Chung gasped into his own pleasure.

"So tight, Katie. So tight. She has an ass like an Asian girl."

"Monica, bend over the table so your lips are next to Katie's. I am going to fuck you now. Katie - I hope you see what Mr Chung is capable of. It would be terrible for your family, for your inheritance, if you continued to resist."

“You must do what is right for your family,” explained Candice. “You know what you must do, Katie. Now - get into that cage and then you can start a new, exciting chapter of your life.”

Monica leaned over the edge of the table and moved her face inches away from Katie's. She straightened her legs, raising her ass high for me, and gently swayed her butt, teasing me to fuck her. I spat on my cock and pushed my entire length into Monica's bowels. I began to fuck her wonderful ass. It was so tight. After all of this abuse, her ass was still a thrilling proposition. But of course I never told her that.

"It's time to get into your cage," hissed Chung. "You know there is no escape. You know you will climb in there for me. And submit to me. You know it. I have so many exciting things planned for you.... We will be fucking you so hard, Katie. Forcing our cocks into you. Into your mouth, your cunt, your ass. We will piss on you. Put our fists into you cunt. We will tie you up in the most painful positions imaginable and fuck you until you pass out. You will sleep with a 12 inch plastic cock in your ass. Your tits will be beaten every day. Your cunt will be constantly full of the come from men whose names you will never know. Your legs will be kept open at the ankle by an iron spreader bar – this will be on you for so long that it will hurt to close your legs. You will give us pleasure and in return we will give you nothing but constant pain and anguish. This will all happen every day of your life until you submit to us. Submit completely. With no resistance. Willingly."

Katie sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

I looked at Chung and he caught my eye. He nodded. He was joking, teasing her. I think. Surely he wasn’t serious…

"Monica - do you think Katie is destined to become a cock sucking whore?"

"Yes, Miss Candice, I do."

"Tell her."

"You're just like me, Katie. You are just a cheap, cock loving, motherfucking whore. Everyone can see it. Everyone can see the pleasure these cocks are giving you. How you came and came again as they fucked you. You're loving it in the ass right now, aren't you? Just as I am. Men can sense it. They sense when a girl is craving for cock like you. That's why they picked you. Pretending not to like it in the ass. You love it, don't you? You love making them come, loving the come in your mouth, over your pretty little tits. You can't get enough, can you?"

"No Monica. I hate it....please make them stop. Please. It hurts so much."

"Tell them, Katie. Tell them you love it. Tell them you want them to fuck you harder. Tell them you love it in the ass. Tell them, you fucking slut."

"No...no....ah....it hurts so much....please make it stop, Monica. Candice – please tell them to stop. Please…."

“Have you ever heard of fisting, Katie?” hissed Chung.

“Oh god. Please, please don’t do that. You will ruin me. Please don’t.”

“Climb into that fucking cage, you bitch. If not I will ram my fucking arm up your butt. Do it!”

I continued to pump vigorously into Monica's ass, loving the pained look of horror and disgust on Katie's face.

"I am going to come in your ass now, Katie. Can you feel my cock getting bigger? I am making your asshole big enough to get my arm in! When I am done you will crawl into your cage. You will become my fuck slave. You know you will."

Chung threw his head back and shuddered into his orgasm, fucking his cock spasmodically into her ass hole. I pulled out of Monica and sat back down, pulling her back onto me and sliding my cock into her cunt. I reached around and grabbed her tits, and let her ride me. I watched Chung and Henderson undo Katie's bindings and saw her trembling over the cage, sobbing, losing it, breaking down, putting one foot in, then another, and then after a few seconds lying her entire body down, screaming out loud when the metal barred door slammed shut behind her. One of Chung's assistants walked forward and padlocked the door shut.

"If you make one more sound you will lose your left tit."

Her crying stopped immediately. A heavy blanket was placed over the cage, covering it completely, putting the girl into darkness. Three more men came forward, lifted the cage up and took it through the office doors and off into Katie's new life.

"Mr Chung - here are our bank details. I look forward to receiving full payment tomorrow." Candice handed him a single piece of paper.

"Thank you, Miss Candice. The transfer will be made, have no concern," replied Chung, putting his clothes back on and nodding his goodbyes.

I continued to fuck Monica.

"A little bit more effort, please Monica. I have work to do. Once I have filled your cunt with my come you can stay and entertain these men for the next few hours. Candice - I will meet you in your office after this."

"OK," she turned and left.

"What are you Monica?"

"A come filled slut cunt, who can't get enough hard cock in her ass."

Candice's Office

"Tom. I enjoyed watching you getting your ass fucked last night at the party." I was standing in Candice's office, with my hand on her rear.

“Do you like having rope tied around your cock so that you can be led around?” Both myself and Candice were doing our best not to laugh.

He didn't say anything. He just kept looking down at the floor. Candice was beaming, clearly pleased with the impact her little performance had on the staff.

"I am sure you are going to love married life, Tom."

"Tell Mr Fleming what we did at the weekend, Darling."

"Candice....please..."

"Tell him."

"Candice invited Mark around. He's one of our neighbor’s at our new house. She made me watch while she fucked him."

"But you didn't just watch, did you Darling?"

"No. Candice made me masturbate to them. When I came they both laughed at me."

"Was Mark's cock bigger than yours, Tom?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And he probably fucked Candice better than you ever could, right?"

"Yes."

"And he made her come so much harder than you ever could, yes?"

"Yes."

"Is Katie all done?” asked Candice, smiling at the control she had over her fiancé.

"Yes. She's probably already in the back of their truck and on her way. Monica is upstairs. She said she wanted to fuck Henderson and all of his mates.  Tom - do you mind if I suck a little on your fiancé’s tits?"

"No."

I lifted Candice’s shirt up and feasted on her breasts.

Chapter 26: Just Another Sex Scene

It was after hours. Monica was going to get fucked in the lobby.  The boys had booked this timeslot early yesterday with Tracy and I had time to call up Amanda to see if she wanted to come and watch.  Of course she did, and wore a simple red t-shirt and a provocatively short skirt, smiling when she saw me, kissing me on the cheek her greetings, her hand quickly resting on the bulge in my trousers.

“How is the Bitch?”

“Bitch is getting well fucked,” laughed Amanda. “Word is out, and we are busier with new clients than ever.”

“Is she being nice to you?”

“Oh yes. One of your guys came in last week – Jimmy – and made her masturbate in front of us with an electronic toothbrush.”

“Turned on, was it?”

“Yes, of course,” she laughed. “It was so funny! She was crying her eyes out. Jimmy made her do it until she did one of her fake orgasms.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Then he made her suck him off. Your dick feels nice, Mr Fleming.”

“You look very pretty,” I said, gently pushing my groin against her hand.

“Thank you. I am happy to see you.”

“So, did you watch Jimmy getting his cock sucked?”

“No. He said he wanted to be alone because he wanted to hurt the Bitch and didn’t want us to see that.”

“How thoughtful of him.”

“We listened by the door though. He fisted her while she sucked him. He made her beg him to do it. She was screaming in pain.”

“Excellent. I am pleased things are better for you. You know you can always work here. I will always be able to find a job for you, and it doesn’t have to be anything like Monica’s job description…”

She nodded and smiled, but knew the score, and knew it would be more than a job, and knew that I wanted to fuck her, and own her, and come over her, and that my cock would be yearning to burrow deep into her young, virgin ass, and that I would fuck her in front of Tracy the second she started at my company.

“Alrighty then – Do you want to see your sister getting fucked? She’s taking on four men today. I have told her that you are coming and she is thrilled.”

“You are dreadful,” grinned Amanda, and I kissed her and squeezed her ass. “Tracy not joining us?”

“No. She has gone out with Candice. They have some plan to take over the world, apparently.”

We sat down on a small sofa and waited for a moment or two and then heard the elevator doors open. Paulson walked in, leading the leashed and naked Monica in like a dog. Collared, on all fours, with her dog tail butt plug sticking high out of her ass.

“What a good idea,” I said to Amanda. “She looks so good as a dog.” I took a quick photo to send to Tracy and Candice.

Simmonds, White and Stevens followed. White smiled and waved when he saw Amanda.

“Hi Jimmy,” she called back.

Paulson led Monica up to us and lifted up her lead, raising her head so she could see her sister. Monica had managed to dry most of her tears, but her smudged mascara immediately showed us that she had been crying hard not that long ago.

“Hello, Amanda,” she said. “I am so grateful that you could spare me some of your time and watch me getting fucked today. I am going to show you how to please four men at once. If my performance is not completely satisfying to you in every way please inform Mr Fleming your reasons to that Tracy can administer corrective punishment tomorrow morning.”

She lowered her head just as another tear began to form and Paulson yanked her head back up, so we could watch her cry.

The guys all undressed and stroked their own cocks to arousal, waiting their turn to use Monica’s body.

Amanda smiled when she saw the four erections.

I slid a hand under Amanda’s shirt and caressed her braless breasts, kissing her neck, cheek and then mouth, making a show to Monica of how gentle and loving I was to her sister. 

“Let me know if you want to suck on any of their cocks. Or would you like to get eaten out, Amanda?”

“No - I’d just like to watch, thank you,” she giggled.

Paulson pulled Monica away and led her over on the hard granite floor to the waiting men. She waited for them, on all fours, like a dog.

Amanda unzipped my fly to release my cock and began running her hand tenderly over my hard flesh, sat back and watched the men getting ready to fuck her sister.

Paulson gripped on to Monica’s thighs, raised her ass a little, and slid his hard cock into her pussy. He held himself inside her for a moment and then began to fuck her. His rutting movement forced her forwards onto Steven’s hard cock, a cock demanding to get into her mouth, and now the double fuck began.

“This is gonna be so good,” murmured Amanda, still caressing my own cock.

“Yes it is, isn’t it? Much better than watching TV.”

She laughed, but her eyes never left her sister, watching her getting fucked.

Monica devoured the cock in front of her, so that five or six inches of rock hard meat was in her mouth. She moved back and forth, working the rhythm of the cocking like the skilled slut she is. Hands greedily paw at her body, constantly feeling her tits and ass, holding her head tightly for her face fuck. Paulson pulled her butt plug slide out of her ass and forced his long fingers into her butt hole instead.

The cock in her mouth increased in force, Stevens sliding his shaft excitedly over her tongue and into her throat. She sucked, sucking as hard as she could, fucking her ass back to meet the rigid cock pounding into her pussy. Their bodies slapped together, grunts of passion and effort, gurgling from her throat, two men using her, fucking her, using her body, fucking her, on and on and on.

I kissed Amanda again.

“Would you like to join in?” I said into her ear. “I’d love to fuck you, Amanda. I’d love to make you come.”

But she had none of it, pushing me gently away so her view was not obstructed.

Paulson and Stevens changed positions, and Monica was pulled up so that she was slightly leaning forward and almost in a kneeling position. Stevens dropped behind her so he could continue fucking up into her cunt from a lower position. White and Simmonds moved to either side of her so that Monica could stroke their cocks while her mouth continued to get pounded. Four cocks. She had them all. Hard, solid cock, fucking and using her.

It took a dozen or so strokes before Monica was once again able to orchestrate their rhythm, so the thrusting was in synch. Her hands stroked down the two cocks to her side as the cock in front of her rammed her mouth, pushing her back onto her cock fucking up into her pussy, which in turn pushed back onto the advancing cock in her mouth.

Amanda was now masturbating to her sister’s fucking. Stroking my cock with one hand and herself with the other. I saw Monica lock eyes with her, and I am sure she could see that her gang fuck was arousing both of us.

Paulson begin to come. He forced his cock deep into her mouth, fucked her deeply, urgently, and then held it there, pushing her chin against his heaving balls. His deep groan echoed around the empty lobby and his hips surged forward, pumping his come down her throat and into her stomach.

Her butt rhythm wavered and Stevens smacked her ass. Monica began to retch, the intrusion in her throat was so deep, but Paulson pulled out, spent, pulling with him thick strings of salvia that fell down her chin, neck and tits, and then on to the floor. Paulson slapped his cock against her face and stepped away to dress and to enjoy the continuing abuse.  Monica leaned forwards so that her face and tits rested on the cold floor and she pushed her ass nice and high, and began fucking back again, trying to pleasure Stevens.

“She how she fucks back, Amanda? She loves cock. She absolutely worships it. She is constantly bugging us to fuck her.”

“Yes, I do see that. She’s very enthusiastic, isn’t she?”

White and Simmonds were still either side of her, kneeling down and Monica’s seeking hands quickly found their cocks again, and began to love them as before, moving her hands up and down their shafts, playing with their balls, loving them and forever arousing them.

Stevens clenched his teeth in effort. His hips powered back and forth, his glistening erection ramming into her, his fuck temp increasing to match his rising need.

"Beg, you fucking whore,” he spat at her.  “Show Amanda what you are."

Amanda’s smile grew wider, loving the entertainment we had arranged for her. I wanted her to suck me so bad.

"Please keep fucking me, Mr Stevens. Please. Your cock feels so big and hard inside me. Please fuck this depraved, low life whore......Give me your come. Flood my cunt with your seed. Please keep fucking me. Please keep using me for your cock. Please fuck my ass if you want a tighter hole…"

Simmonds’ cock in her left hand was pumping furiously through her soft fingers. His hands were mauling the tit closest to him and he started to slap her with his other hand, forcing fingers into her mouth.

“What’s his name?”

“That is Mr Simmonds, Amanda.”

“Slap her harder, Mr Simmonds. Make her cry some more!” she urged.

He looked over to Amanda, smiled his acknowledgment and then turned to crack his fist into the side of her face.

She yelped in pain.

“Hard enough?” he said smiling.

“Again,” she called out. “Show her who is in charge here! Again!”

Simmonds struck her again, hard enough to nearly knock her off Steven’s ramming cock.

“Stroke my cock, you fucking cunt,” he snarled, and flicked his hips into her hand and little harder.

“Yes, Mr Simmonds. I love your cock in my hand. You feel so good.”

“I’m gonna come soon, you fucking cunt. Do you want me to hurt your tits?”

“Yes… Yes please, Mr Simmonds. Hurt my tits to make your come bigger. Hurt me, please. I want to make your come so big.”

White stood up from the other side of Monica, smiled over to Amanda and stroked his cock, so she could see his length. He stepped to be in front of her again and pushed his meat back into her gasping mouth, tears now falling from the shock and pain of Simmonds’ punches.

Amanda’s hand played briefly with my balls and I was getting more and more desperate to get my hands on this young girl. I opened my legs a little and scooped her up so that now she sat between my legs, and I sat behind her. I quickly pulled her shirt off her and cupped her b cups, pressing my cock against her back, kissing her neck and shoulders, relishing every inch of her teen skin. When her hand reached around to continue playing with my cock, I slipped down her taught stomach and began to tease and gently finger her pussy.

We were both distracted by Mr Simmonds’ come, his body convulsing and contorting in orgasm.

Amanda was utterly enthralled, stretching up from me to see his come shoot into her sister’s hand.

White, seemingly inspired by this, increased the ferocity of the attack her mouth, fucking into her deep and hard. She sucked and licked and slobbered over him, trying to make him come, probably to get it all over with. His cock briefly fell out, and she quickly opened her mouth wide, to accept the hard flesh back in quickly, to continue her hard sucking.

Simmonds punched Monica one last time, wiped his cock in her hair and left the scene. He too dressed and relaxed on a chair to watch.

It was now just Stevens taking her from behind, White raping her mouth.

“What are you Monica?” yelled Stevens again.

“I am your whore, Mr White. Sorry, I meant Mr Stevens. I am your cheap, slutty, cock loving whore, Mr Stevens.”

“Your breasts are so nice, Amanda. Are you enjoying my cock?”

“Of course,” she smiled back, turning to make brief eye .

The men once again swapped positions. White quickly fucked back inside her pussy and began to pound into her hard, harder than Stevens managed.

Stevens slapped his wet cock against her face and she hungrily licked his balls and ran her tongue over his erection. She spat on the cock and it sank into her throat. She did her best to suck and to massage her tongue over his surging shaft, but it was fucking her mouth so deeply that she could do little except open up as wide as she could and let him enjoy her throat. More tentacles of saliva joined her to his cock.

The men pinched her tits as they fucked. Slapped her ass. Slapped her face. Pulled her hair.

Steven’s cock rammed into her mouth and I recognized his frenzied deep fucking.

“Steven’s is coming, Amanda. Watch him use your sister for his sexual pleasure. We all just use your sister’s body, Amanda. We don’t care about her feelings at all. She is just our fuck toy. She gets fucked so many times each day. So many times, Amanda.”

Stevens rocked and groaned while he pumped his seed into her, still fucking her, still thrusting into her mouth. She lapped up his juices and rocked her ass back against the ongoing thrusts from Jimmy White into her pussy. He pulled his cock from her mouth and wiped the spittle and come off it over her wet face and he too stepped back, but then laid down in front of her, face up, and lifted his legs up high behind his shoulders and presented his ass up to her mouth.

“Oh my god,” whispered Amanda. “She does that too?”

“She does everything, Amanda. She does everything you could possibly think of, and then some.”

White pushed Monica forwards to Steven's puckered ass hole. She began to stroke the softening cock with her hand and buried her tongue into the pungent hole, pushing, licking and tasting. He pulled her tight to his ass, and she struggled briefly with her breathing.

She continued to stroke the cock in her hand and then felt White thrust hard and deep into her, gripping tightly onto her ass, and gasping loudly as he too released his sperm into her cunt. His pulsating cock drove into her, his come ripping through his body, surging into her, pumping, coming and fucking until he could no more, collapsing forward and roughly squeezing her tits one more time before his efforts came slowing to a halt, and he pulled his still hard cock from her soaking pussy.

“Do you love licking their asses, Mon?”

Monica lifted her head up from between Steven’s raised ass and said “Yes, Amanda. I love doing this. It’s a great way to show my thanks and to let the men slowly wind down from all of their exhaustive fucking. It’s the very least I can do to show my gratitude. I am so lucky to get fucked like this nearly every day, Amanda.”

Monica slid her tongue over Steven's ass and masterfully stroked his cock. She spat on his length to make her hand glide with an even more sensual touch, trying to make him hard again. She licked his balls and slid a finger into his hole while she sucked the cock. Stevens knew it was too soon to get hard again, and he allowed Monica to pleasure his ass for several more minutes before he stood up and also got dressed.

The men each in turn went over and slapped Monica’s face.

I sat silently, watching my four executives leave for the night, still enjoying Amanda’s sliding hand over my straining erection. I moved back so that I was sitting to Amanda’s side. Her hand never left my cock, brushing it gently, caressing it, loving it.

Monica crawled on all fours over to us, knowing full well that she was not done yet, that she had to give more.

"What are you Monica?"

"I am a dirty, filthy whore who worships hard cock and loves getting gang fucked."

“Would you tell Amanda what type of man you like?” I said.

“Amanda, I like getting fucked by black men the best.”

“Why is that?” asked Amanda, unable to suppress her smile.

“Because they fuck like animals. I like getting it really hard in the ass,” replied Monica, her eyes darting over to me for approval. “And only black men can fuck my ass as hard as I want it.”

“Mon– there is a frat house just down from the street from where I live. Maybe five or six guys live there. Would you like to come around so you can suck their cocks?”

“Yes, Amanda. I would like that very much.”

“I could introduce you as Monica, my whore sister. She wants to suck all of your cocks.”

“Thank you Amanda. I would love that. Thank you for thinking of me. Perhaps this weekend? If Mr Fleming will allow me…”

“Kiss my toes, slutty Monica,” said Amanda. Monica did, lovingly.

“Now lick my legs.” Monica did, lovingly.

“Now my thighs. Kiss them and lick them.” Monica did, lovingly.

“My stomach.” Monica did, lovingly.

“My boobs.” Monica did, lovingly.

“Kiss my mouth, Mon. Kiss me like you mean it.” Monica did, and she meant it, seductively rubbing her tits against her sisters’.

“Now my pussy, Mon. “ And Monica did. Amanda gasped to the delights of the lapping tongue, opening her legs and giving her sister everything. “Use your finger, Mon.. Oh.. Oh.. That’s good.”

I stroked my own cock while I watched Monica bring off her beautiful sister, whose moment of rapture was a gorgeous thing to see. As her orgasm hit, Amanda fell still and quiet, just her mouth opened wide, her eyes shut tight. But then her body buckled, and she convulsed wildly on the couch, her body rocking back and forth, and an almighty moan filled the lobby. Her hips rocked into Monica’s mouth and her legs opened ever wider and hung in their air.

“Oh my fucking god,” Amanda gasped. “Oh god.”

Monica continued, never slowing or changing her rhythm, bringing her sister off again, stroking Amanda’s thighs, her tits and she made her little sister come for the second time, like only a big sister can.

Flustered and out of breath, Amanda finally collapsed on the couch, and wearily smiled up at me.

“Wow.”

“Indeed,” I replied, standing and tucking my cock back into my trousers. “Now you understand why we find Monica so useful around here. Monica – remain on all fours while I say goodbye to Amanda.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

I stroked her ass while I watched Amanda dress, watched her once again cover her beautiful body with her clothes. She came over to kiss me, and we locked lips briefly.

“Well, that was great. Thank you for inviting me over.”

“Again, some time?”

“Yes. Soon.”

“Slap Miss Duncan in the face as hard as you can for me tomorrow.”

“I will,” she said, smiling.

Another kiss and she left. I looked back down to Monica, pathetically pushing her ass up into the air in some attempt to excite me, a glob of wet come dripping from her still open slit.

“Monica. Who has taken care of you the most here?’

“You have, Mr Fleming.”

“And whose cock do you cherish the most?”

“Yours, Mr Fleming.”

“Then please tell me why you have been sucking on everybody else’s cock tonight? Letting other cocks fuck you. Why have you been so selfishly eating out your sister’s pussy when you could have quite so easily been stroking my cock at the same time? I was sitting next to her, for fuck’s sake!”

“I am sorry. I forgot,” she said quietly. “I am a stupid cunt, Mr Fleming. So stupid….”

“Make sure you see Tracy tomorrow. She will deal with your punishment. She will be appalled at your behaviour tonight. Absolutely appalled. “

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I need to learn my lesson. I am so sorry.”

I dressed and told Monica to spend the night in Gonzales’s small cleaning closet. It was about four feet by four feet, with most of that space taken up by a sink and a couple of still wet mops and buckets. There was not enough space to lie down so she’d have to sleep on the concrete floor propped up against the dirty walls.

“This is a suitable place for you to sleep tonight, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

I watched her gingerly walk in and sit down by the dirty since and wet, smelly mops.

“OK. I am going home now to my nice bed, and hopefully Tracy will be there when I get in so I can make love to her before I get a good night’s sleep. Say goodnight, Monica.”

“Goodnight, Mr Fleming.”

“And?”

“I love you, Mr Fleming.”

I unscrewed the lightbulb so she was in total darkness, closed the door behind me and locked it.

Chapter 27: Monica Works Out

Tracy lashed the crop against Monica’s ass, again.

“Faster, you lazy cunt. Faster!”

Tracy reached over and turned the speed up to 8mph and so Monica accelerated into her exhaustion, her feet thumping loudly down on the treadmill, sweat dripping from every pore in her naked body, her tits bouncing hypnotically.

Tracy took another swig from her iced lemonade, whacked Monica’s ass once more and sat back down with her magazine, idly flipping through the glossy pages.

“Did you know, Monica,” she said without looking up, “that Brad Pitt trained to be a journalist before he got into movies? Who’d have thought?”

Monica didn’t have the energy to reply. 25 minutes of hard, grueling running, her treadmill set at the maximum 15 degrees incline, so much sweat running into her eyes that they stung. She didn’t know how much longer she could hang on.

“And that he got his start working on soaps. Things did work out for him, didn’t they?” Tracy turned some more pages and made a big show of chugging down another quaff of lemonade. “I should ask Candice to see if she can get Brad to work in the mailroom.” Tracy laughed to herself and put her magazine down. She stepped over to look at Monica’s sex toys strewn over a small table, perusing and thinking, noticing a couple of belts, and then finally picking up the red ball gag.

“I see some of Mr Fleming belts are down here. He is so old school. Do you like it when he lashes you with a belt, Monica?”

“He uses them to teach me things. When I have disappointed him he beats me so I improve.”

“Monica – just stop for a second. I want to put this on you – it will make your breathing much more difficult but more importantly will make it more fun for me to watch.” Tracy hit the pause button on the treadmill and quickly strapped the gag around the sweat drenched hair of her head and pushed the hard ball into Monica’s heaving, gasping mouth. Her shoulders lurched and heaved down air, and sweat continued to pour out of her body. Tracy kneaded Monica’s wet tits for a moment and then started the treadmill again, admiring her own handiwork, how much more of a struggle was now etched onto Monica’s face. Her cheeks expanded and contracted while she tried to breathe around the edge of the tightly held ball. Her eyes widened briefly, fighting off panic.

Tracy reached for the crop and began to idly slap it against Monica’s ass.

“Turn up the speed again, Monica. Let’s finish with a nice uphill sprint. 10 mph for two more minutes.”

Monica reached forwards with one hand and upped the speed. The machine responded with a whirr, and Monica propelled her legs faster, stretching her legs wider to gain speed, pumping her arms harder, her cheeks expanding  two or three times per second.

“Hold your hands together behind your back.”

Monica did as she was told, making her running rhythm next impossible.

“Your tits look better now.”

Tracy mixed in some random, really hard strikes on her ass and watched her toy push herself to the very edge of her limits.

“I’ll watch your tits bounce now until you finish.”

Tracy reached and drank some more lemonade and enjoyed Monica’s monumental struggle.

“We have been watching you each morning, and your effort is not good enough. You are a lazy slut. We expect you to push yourself like this every morning. I am not asking you to, Monica. I am telling you. On this treadmill, set at this incline, I expect you to burn off 700 calories in 30 minutes. Mr Fleming thinks all of that come you have been eating is making you chubby. I am inclined to agree.”

Monica lurched forward when the two minute clock reached zero. She pounded the STOP button and ripped off the ball gag, collapsed over and gasped air into her starving lungs. Tracy waited and smiled to see Monica’s depleted body react to such an effort, heaving hard, her shoulders rising and falling as her lungs fought their utmost to get more oxygen into her system. Monica stumbled off the machine and dropped to her knees on the floor, gulping down the vital air.

“Jesus, Monica. I can’t believe you are getting into a cock sucking position already!” She laughed out loud and stood over her. She waited some more until Monica was able to talk.

“Tell me why you love working out so much. Monica.”

“To keep my body tight and toned.” Several deep breaths.

“Look up at me when you talk, you rude bitch.” Monica looked up. “What else?”

“To make me as fuckable as possible. To make me as attractive to men as possible.” She paused, knowing Tracy expected more, and gasped in more air. “So when men see me naked I make their cocks hard.” Another deep breath. “When men fuck me my tight body makes them come harder, so they enjoy me more. Miss Tracy,” deep breath,  “I just want to be the best fuck I can be.”

“That’s very good, Monica, but do you really believe all of that?”

“Yes. I do, Miss Tracy. I just want to get fucked, suck cock and please men. That’s all I want. And you are helping me become a better fuck. Thank you so much. Miss Tracy. Thank you for making me so much more pleasing to men. ”

Tracy watched her tits rise and fall for a few moments, Monica’s still labored breathing making their movement exaggerated.

“But you didn’t want to suck Mr Fleming’s cock last night, did you?”

Monica looked up to Tracy.

“Did you?”

“I did, Miss Tracy. You know I love doing that. I sucked the executives. And I fucked them too!”

“But you ignored Mr Fleming. He is furious with you. I have been waiting all day for you to come up to me to request punishment, but you have not. You have not even apologized. Did you really think you could get away with this?”

“No, Miss Tracy.”

“What, you thought we’d all forget?”

“No, Miss Tracy.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know, Miss Tracy. I am so sorry. You must believe me.”

“After all he has done for you. All the help and opportunities he has given you. And all you can do in return is ignore him. You disgust me. He tells me that your sister had made him so hard that he was dying to come, but you chose to ignore him. Did you not see his hard cock?”

“Yes, I saw it. It looked so good.”

“Then why didn’t you suck it?”

“I forgot, Miss Tracy.”

Tracy slapped the startled Monica across her face with the back of her hand.

“Thank you, Miss Tracy.”

She slapped her again. And again. Monica tried not to flinch and kneeled upright as best she could, now ready for another slap.

“Don’t you love his cock anymore?”

“I do Miss Tracy. I love his cock so much. I love his come. How he tastes. I love it so much.”

Another hard slap.

“But all you could think about was eating out your sister’s cunt.”

“Yes, Miss Tracy. I am sorr..”

An openhanded slap this time, and then Tracy slapped and pinched Monica’s sweaty tits, roughly pulling the nipples out far from her body so that the tits were grotesquely shaped into thin cones.

“Ow. Please stop, Miss Tracy. You are hurting me.”

“For the next week, Monica, you are going to spend each night in the cleaning closet. From 5pm – unless someone is fucking you of course – until 7am. After your morning workout you will find myself, Candice and Mr Fleming and convince us that you truly still love his cock and his balls. You will beg and plead with us, and suck his cock in a more loving way than ever before. If at any one time you do not convince all of us your sister will replace you and you will be sent to see Mr Chung. Forever. Do you understand?”

Monica was now crying, and nodded her head. “Yes, Miss Tracy. I am so sorry. Thank you for giving me another chance. I think about his cock all of the time. I am always trying to make him come harder. I love making him come. I do. Please tell him how sorry I am. And please tell him how much I love his cock.”

“You are pathetic, Monica. Groveling like this. If you truly loved his cock so much you wouldn’t be here, would you?”

“No, Miss Tracy.”

“Does Mr Fleming ever say how pleased he is with me?”

“No.”

“Does he never say anything about how good I suck him, or how tight my ass hole is?”

“No. Why should he? He doesn’t say anything about his staple gun working, or how good the coffee machine is in the break room, so why should he ever mention you?”

“I just thought that sometimes I pleased him. When I make him come.”

“You are nothing more than a piece of office equipment. An appliance. Don’t you understand that yet?”

“Yes. I do,” she said quietly.

“What are you, Monica?”

“Just a piece of office equipment, Miss Tracy.”

“Alright, Monica. You have wasted my time coming down here to teach you how to work out harder. And I am getting very tired of constantly having to correct you and training you to worship any and all hard cock.”

“I am sorry, Miss Tracy. I am so grateful that you are teaching me to be better. I really am.”

“I have better things to do than waste time teaching you shit.”

“I am so sorry, Miss Tracy.”

“I am going to take the elevator back up to my desk. It’s fifteen floors up from this basement. Do you think you could beat me if you took the stairs? I’d have to give you a few minutes’ start, of course. To make it fair.”

“I am very tired from my workout, Miss Tracy. I would love to do it another day.”

“So if I gave you 10 seconds per floor, that would be nearly three minutes for you to get up to the fifteenth floor. But, since you are a bit tired, what about I give you five minutes, with a four minute lead? Do you think that is fair?”

“I would love to do this tomorrow, Miss Tracy. It sounds fun,” she pleaded, soothing her smarting face with her hand.

“Alright, that’s what we’ll do. You have a four minute lead, and if my elevator gets stopped on other floors you are bound to win, Monica! If you win I will let you take a teddy bear into the cleaning closet with you tonight. You do love me, don’t you Monica?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy. I love you very much.”

“I know you are lying, you ungrateful cunt. If you lose we will come back down here and race again, and again, and again. Until you win. All these stairs will make your glutes harder.”

“Miss Tracy?”

“Your glutes are the muscles in your ass, you dumb fuck.”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.”

“Oh, before you start let’s strap on Mr Fleming’s belt nice and tight around your ankles. Hopping is going to give your ass a much better workout. Mr Fleming only fucks girls with really tight asses, and you do want him to fuck your ass hole, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.”

Tracy wrapped the leather around her ankles, securing the buckle tightly. All Monica could do now to move was hop. Tracy also handcuffed Monica’s hands behind her back and tied the ball gag tightly around her head and into her mouth again.

“Sit down for a moment, Monica. Lift your feet.”

Tracy put on Monica’s five inch heels and asked her to stand. Monica wobbled to her feet. Tracy played with her tits again, surveying her handiwork, and slipped her fingers into her own pussy, masturbating gently to the helpless girl in front of her. She pleasured herself for a couple of minutes, silently, and then said “Well, Monica. What are you waiting for? You should have started two minutes ago!”

Monica was already fighting back the tears, turned and hopped off towards the gym’s door. She turned so that her back was to the door allowing her hands to reach for the handle, opened the door and hopped off towards the stairs.

Tracy heard the clang of the heavy fire door that lead from the basement to the stairs, smiled to herself, and sat down on a workout bench and masturbated herself to orgasm.

It took Monica nearly an hour to reach the fifteenth floor. Tracy allowed Monica to suckle her breasts in the elevator on the way back down to the basement, and the race began again.

Chapter 28: A Weekend Away

Friday Afternoon

I decided to take Monica and Tracy to my favourite hotel, the Monaco, the very same hotel that we rent out for our Christmas parties. We left work early and I drove my Jaguar, with Monica sitting to my right, her passenger side window down and her tits exposed. We gave her the choice – in the trunk, tightly contorted next to the suitcases, or this. Of course, she preferred to show off her tits, and rested her hand on my cock. I drove slowly through the city traffic. I slowed down to catch as many red lights as I could, pipping my horn to draw attention.  Monica sat there, miserably letting all of the other drivers stare at her tits.

Tracy and I kissed while we waited by our hotel room door for Monica. She struggled up the stairs with all three suitcases in her four inch heels and her oh so tight, short black dress. We had taken the elevator. In one suitcase there was just a dozen bricks.

“Hurry up, Monica! Mr Fleming’s cock cannot wait all day for you. Hurry!”

“I am sorry, Miss Tracy!” She was already out of breath, and finally made it to the room where we were standing.

Tracy and I kissed a little longer, making her wait.

“Actually, Monica,” I said, breaking briefly away from Tracy’s lips. “The hotel has a porter for this sort of thing. Why don’t you take the cases back downstairs and get the porter to do this for us? Thanks so much.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“Oh – and Monica – can you get us a bottle of really expensive Champagne while you are down there?”

“Yes, but I have no money, Mr Fleming.”

“You are a whore, aren’t you?” snapped Tracy. “Whores don’t need money  - use your fucking tits and ass, your stupid woman.”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.”

I opened the hotel room door and began feasting on Tracy’s delicious body, brushing her red hair off her shoulder so I could lick her neck.

A little later…

Monica was straddling my cock while I sat facing her on the hotel sofa. Tracy sat next to me, her shirt unbuttoned but otherwise fully clothed, her hands moving over my legs and onto Monica's bouncing tits.

"Don't use your knees, Monica. I want you to rotate your hips so your pussy slides forwards onto my cock. And arch your fucking back. How many times do I have to say that?"

"You are so bad at fucking," laughed Tracy, squeezing one of Monica's tits. "I don't understand why so many men want to fuck you."

"It's because they know that I am such an easy lay," gasped Monica, her hips now finding their rhythm. "Plus, everyone knows how dumb I am, so if they want to hurt me or rape my ass I am just too stupid to tell anyone."

"You're probably right, Monica. Tilt your head back. Do you really think Mr Fleming wants to look into your rodent face while he uses your body?"

"No. Sorry Miss Tracy. I am so sorry."

“Why are you here, Monica? Why did we invite you this weekend?”

“So that you can use my holes for your sexual gratification. And so you can enjoy yourselves hurting me.”

“Oooh. ‘Gratification’. That’s a big word for someone so dumb.  Do you even know what that means?”

“No, Miss Tracy. I just heard someone else say it.”

“How many syllables in ‘gratification’, Monica?” I asked.

“I don’t know – maybe twenty??”

We both laughed, laughing at her answer and how well she was playing dumb.

"Come one, Monica - fuck harder! Much more effort!! Jesus. You are right - you are so fucking dumb. We want those tits pointing up to the ceiling. That's better. Now make some of your fake come sounds while you pleasure Mr Fleming with your sloppy cunt.

"Louder, Monica. We want the hotel staff to know you are getting fucked this afternoon," I said, loving how Tracy abused Monica.

I turned and passionately kissed Tracy, feeling her tits through the opening in her shirt. Tracy kissed with a rising lust. I could tell Monica's performance was turning her on. The deep (fake) moaning of Monica, her gasps of pleasure echoed around the room. I let my hand slide up over Tracy's smooth thighs to feel her moistening pussy. She sighed as I slipped a finger into her. Her breath quickened to my touch. I gently started to slide my finger back and forth into her sex, her hips began to rock and her kisses grew deeper.

"Fuck me," she breathed. "Take me. Not this whore."

"Take your clothes off, Tracy. Show me what a beautiful girl you are. " I turned and watched Monica writhing on my cock, her firm tits heaving up and down as she fucked. I gripped her taught thighs and my attention turned back to Tracy, quickly undressing and peeling off her expensive lingerie. She snuggled back against me, kissing and pushing her smooth body into my chest, trying to draw my attention away from Monica.

"Monica - you can stop your shit fucking now. You can hardly keep him hard. He’s only hard because he wants me."

Monica slowly broke from her rhythm and sat back up right, her face now flush with effort. Her hips kept instinctively twitching against my hard cock and she cupped and fondled her own tits, waiting for her next instruction from Tracy.

"Now get off his cock, you dumb fuckshit, and suck his balls."

Monica slid off my raging erection and dropped to her knees on the floor, taking my balls into her mouth, licking, sucking and loving. Tracy got down next to her and sucked my cock past her opened lips. I sighed when the intense pleasure overwhelmed my cock and I closed my eyes and savored each blissful second. I placed my hands on the back of their heads, pushing down, urging them on, wanting more, always wanting more.

"Do you like hurting Monica? Does it make you hard when you hurt it?" Tracy looked up to me, briefly.

"Yes. Yes it does."

"I love watching you fuck its ass. How you force that big hard cock of yours into its butt. I get so wet watching you fuck it like that. How you use its body. And you love slapping its tits, don't you? Making it cry..."

"Yes," I eventually gasped. The pleasure was so intense I could hardly form the words to answer. The girls were expertly sucking and licking every part of my cock and balls, and it had been a while since I had two girls doing this to me. I was instinctively fucking up into Tracy's mouth, and I grabbed a clump of Monica's hair and pulled her further into my scrotum.

"But it's my pussy you want the most, isn't it? My breasts. My ass."

"Yes, Tracy. I want to fuck you the most. I love fucking you. I love fucking your tits. I love making you come."

"Monica is just a cheap fuck toy, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And you couldn't care less if it lived or died, could you?"

"No." I felt Monica briefly pause the suction on my balls when she heard that. "She means nothing to me."

"Slut Monica - do you love me?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I love you."

“Liar.”

“No, Miss Tracy. I love you as a roll model and as a gorgeous woman. I love you so much. You treat me so well. You are so kind and generous to me.”

"Then show me. Lick my pussy. Show me your love, you worthless cunt."

Tracy now got on all fours in front of me, taking my cock back into her mouth, and raised her behind for Monica's tongue. I felt Tracy’s deep sigh when Monica's tongue made contact with her. I looked up and saw Monica's head nuzzled deep into Tracy's ass, her hands lightly resting on Tracy's up turned cheeks.

I felt Tracy's expert hand gently caress my balls as she sucked, a moist finger probed my ass hole. Her other hand ran over my chest, to my mouth so that I could kiss her, over my thighs and to the base of my cock, where she gently masturbated me. I could hear the slurps from Monica and then, too, the inevitable pants of lusts from Tracy.

"Tracy...Tracy...you are going to make me come....' I gasped.

"Yes...yes...I want you to come," she said, and sucked me extra hard and deeply, 'but please fuck me. I want your cock so bad."

"OK...yes....let me come inside your pussy."

Tracy eased herself off my hard cock and I stood up.

"Monica," I said. "Get on all fours in the middle of the room. Tracy - go and sit on her ass facing me and lower yourself onto her back. We are going to use Monica as a fuck table."

Tracy did just that, carefully lowered herself onto Monica’s ass, then relaxed backwards so she lied over Monica’s back. She provocatively opened her legs into the air so that I could fuck her. It was a wonderful sight, and I wondered if Monica was going to be able to handle the weight. I went around to behind both of their heads and stood over Tracy's face, my cock directly above her.

"You look beautiful, Tracy."

I kneeled down on the floor and offered my cock up to Monica's mouth. She immediately began to suck, and I leaned forward slightly to kiss Tracy and fondle her breasts, reaching around under the girls’ bodies to squeeze and hurt Monica’s hanging tits.

"You see what you are Monica? Just a piece of furniture now. If Tracy falls off your back I will beat your tits with my belt for the next hour." I pulled out of her mouth.

"I am happy that you are using me like this. I will be the best fuck table I can be. Thank you, Mr Fleming and Miss Tracy, for thinking of a use for me while you make love together."

I couldn't wait any longer, and went around to look at the lustful Tracy, her face yearning for sex, her  hair falling down and around Monica's head, her legs open for me, her confident breasts so lovely, so fuckable.

"Fuck me," she said. 'Fuck me...."

I moved between her legs and felt them wrap around me. Her hand guided my rigid cock into her and I pushed forward, sliding with ease into her sensual body. I scooped her legs up together and raised them to my shoulder, wrapping my arms around her thighs to steady her. Then I began to fuck. Tracy dropped her arms down either side of her, letting them hang in the air, and gave herself to me.

Friday Evening

"Monica - I am going to put this glass of wine on your back. Steady now. That's it. Don't move an inch as you'll end up knocking it over. Mr Fleming is going to tie your hands together so you cannot take it off, not that you dare do that anyway. We are going downstairs for a nice meal. I'd imagine we'll be gone for at least 90 minutes. Would you like us to bring back a waiter for you to fuck? Put on a bit of a show for us later on?"

"Yes please, Miss Tracy."

"Well, if you are a good girl, and you make sure none of that wine spills, we'll see if we can get some more cock into that slutty cunt of yours tonight."

"Thank you, Miss Tracy."

"And if you do knock over that wine, what do you think would be a suitable punishment?"

"I think Mr Fleming should beat my tits with his belt, Miss Tracy."

"For an hour? So that they bleed?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. For an hour so that they bleed."

"That's does sound good, Monica. I would enjoy watching that. Would you like me to masturbate while your tits get beaten?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy."

I walked up behind Tracy and cupped her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders. I pushed my cock against her ass.

"And sleeping arrangements tonight, Monica, just in case you were wondering - you will be sleeping on the floor next to our bed, so you can listen to me enjoying Mr Fleming’s wonderful cock. You can use my panties as your pillow.

"Thank you, Miss Tracy."

Saturday Morning

When housekeeping knocked on the door at around ten o’clock I allowed the maid in while at the same time Monica was penetrating Tracy with her strap on. They were fucking on the floor in the main living room. Two beautiful, naked girls, Tracy on her back on the floor, legs wide apart, knees raised,  Monica kneeling between them, fucking her, feeling Tracy’s breasts, telling her how much she loved her, how beautiful and sexy she was.

The forty something Latina housemaid worked silently around the room, cleaning, putting things in their places and making the bed, glancing over whenever she could, sneaking a peak, a quick smile. I came over and allowed Monica to suck my cock while she fucked.

I asked the maid if she wanted Monica to fuck her or if she wanted to masturbate, but she didn’t reply, and continued about her business.

A little later…

"Monica - you used to be a runner, right?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy."

"Would you like to race me?" Monica was kneeling on the floor in front of us, hands behind her head. We were sitting on the edge of the bed, both still naked and Tracy's hand played lovingly with my cock as she spoke.  I didn't know where this was going, but I knew it was going to be fun.

"How long do you have left on your contract with Mr Fleming, to pay off your appalling behaviour?"

"2 months, 3 weeks and 6 days, Miss Tracy."

"What about this - if you beat me, we cancel your debt, and you will be free to go? And if I beat you - and I am thinking just a quick 3 mile race Monica, nothing too strenuous - you lick my ass and pussy for the rest of today.  Does that sound good?  And I have brought running gear for you, Monica, so I am not going to make you run in high heels or anything like that."

"Yes, Miss Tracy."

"You were training for marathon running, right? Sounds like you are fast. I haven't run in a while, Monica. Plus all of that uphill treadmill work you have been doing. Maybe I shouldn’t race you after all…. Do you think you can beat me?"

"I don't know Miss Tracy."

"OK, well let's get our gear on, and Mr Fleming can be the starter and make sure neither of us cheats. I got you a child's vest so everyone can see your milking udders bounce while you run."

"Thank you, Miss Tracy."

The girls got dressed and I put on some clothes so I could watch and start the race from outside the hotel. We all agreed on the course - 20 laps around the hotel premises so I could watch everything. Monica came from the bedroom first, her tits large and obvious, pushing against the small vest, and her tight shorts barely covered her ass. I could see she was barely able to conceal her smile, confident in a win, but that soon dropped as soon as she saw Tracy reappear from the walk-in closet. She was dressed in a nice pair of straight leg jeans, a white button down blouse, a nice pair of red flats and carrying her phone. Not the sort attire you would expect from a runner.

"Monica! You look super - I am sure everyone will be enjoying watching your tits bounce around for 20 minutes. I think you might be able to beat me after all! Anyway - do you mind if we have a quick drink before we start? I am parched and need some water. I get so dry with any sort of physical exertion. "

"No, Miss Tracy. A drink is a good idea."

"We'll start in exactly ten minutes. Is that OK Mr Fleming?"

"Oh yes," I said. "I can't wait."

"Monica - I'm going to have this nice glass of chilled water. You must drink these four bottles of Merlot. You will drink each bottle in one go."

She paused, to let the severity of what she was saying sink in.

"Or if you prefer you can forfeit the race and Mr Fleming will only be too happy to get to work on those whore's tits of yours with his stinging belt. You'll have to stuff your shirt and shorts into your mouth so that your screaming doesn't wake up the entire hotel. What's it to be?"

The room fell silent. The first tear from Monica once again stirred my cock and I moved my hand to Tracy's ass, who smiled back at me, a self-satisfied smile that I had grown to know only too well. When Monica began to reach for the first bottle of wine I started to kiss Tracy passionately, and told her how hard she makes me, and how much I love looking at her.

This was going to be a fun morning.

Saturday Afternoon

I sat exhausted on the sofa. For the past 15 minutes I had both girls on the bed next to each other and on all fours, their asses hanging off the edge, fucking their pussies, fucking hard from behind, gripping their tight asses, spanking, penetrating, fucking, fingering, abusing, pulling hair, slapping, fucking harder and harder and then loudly coming, pounding myself deep inside Tracy, filling her with my come.

Monica was drunk, and was collapsing all of the time on to the bed, and I had to pull her up repeatedly by her hair so that I could squeeze her tits.

Now I sat watching Monica clip on her black strap on and move over behind to where Tracy was still kneeling on the bed.  Monica looked a complete mess, and hardly knew where she even was, let alone doing. She fell over. I slapped her face and tits, trying to get her senses back.

Tracy gave her some more wine to drink, and told her it was Cola.

She slid her cock into Tracy, who sighed her appreciation, and raised her ass slightly to get her desired angle.

Monica began to thrust her hips and fuck her plastic cock into the impatient pussy, trying her best to please Tracy, but could hardly find any rhythm. She just wanted to sleep, I could tell.

"C'mon Monica, show me what you can do. C'mon you lousy whore, fuck me. It’s not my fault you wanted to drink all of that wine, you drunken pig. Make me come you dumb bitch. Do me. Fuck me harder, Monica. You're not even trying. FUCK ME!!"

Monica gathered her senses as best she could and fucked the cock into Tracy. I could tell Tracy was really enjoying herself, but continued to hurl abuse at poor Monica.

"You are terrible Monica. I am getting bored. Put some effort into it. Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I love fucking you. I really want to make you come, Miss Tracy,” she mumbled, nearly falling over again, steadying herself on the bed with her hands.

Monica's tits were bouncing nicely now, and I began to stroke my hardening cock, excited by the considerable effort Monica was exerting. The room filled with the familiar slapping sounds of sex. Both girls were breathing heavy. Tracy's tits swayed back and forth to Monica's thrusts.

"Harder, you useless cunt! It's like getting fucked by a ten year old boy. Wet your finger and fuck my ass too. Don't you know what you are doing?"

"Sorry. I’m tired."

Tracy made a big show of reaching under her legs to masturbate, and finally allowed herself a loud, satisfying orgasm.

"Thank you for letting me fuck you, Miss Tracy,' said Monica, pulling her cock out of Tracy.

"Shut up. You are a shit fuck. I had to bring myself off in the end." Tracy got off the bed and walked off to the bathroom.

"Monica," I said. "Why don't you keep your cock on, put on your black high heels and walk down to the front desk. Tell them you got so drunk that you have lost your keys and cannot get into the room."

"I wanna put my robe on," she mumbled, and staggered towards where it was hanging.

"No, Monica." Before I had even finished the sentence Monica was making her way to the door, completely naked. The girl had no shame.

Five minutes later I could hear the keycard slide into the electronic lock, and the door opened. It was the hotel Monaco's manager, Mr Scott, with Tracy, now covered in a bath robe and holding the strap on.

Now fully dressed, I looked up from the sofa in fake surprise.

"Monica! Where have you been?"

"Mr Fleming. I am sorry but I, er…. locked myself out of the room." She leaned up against the door frame, still woefully drunk.

"But I have been here all of the time - right here, on the sofa - all you had to do was knock and I would have let you in!"

"I did knock....maybe....maybe I didn't knock," she said, correcting herself and trying to avoid further trouble.

"I am sorry, Mr Scott, for wasting your time. Monica is not the smartest girl, are you?"

Monica shook her head.

"Or.....perhaps...was this just an excuse to go down to the lobby and show Mr Scott your tits?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. That's all it was. I wanted to show Mr Scott my tits. I hope you liked them…." She spoke with no energy. She was close to collapsing.

He didn't say anything, but he knew the games we played with Monica, and smiled at me. Had he been not quite so portly I would have offered him Monica, but I knew Tracy wouldn't find him attractive and it would not turn her on to watch him fuck her.

"I think you should kindly give Mr Scott his robe back, Monica."

She slipped it off and handed it to him.

Mr Scott calmly stared at her tits, helped himself to a good, long feel and then turned and left.

Monica stumbled back into the room and quickly fell asleep. We put her naked body on a table in the lounge. Tracy put an unpeeled banana into her mouth. Monica was too drunk to notice, or even care, and slept with it sticking out of her mouth. We pinched her tits while she slept, but she never awoke. Tracy later slid another banana into her cunt, and we popped out for food.

Saturday Evening

"What are you doing Tracy?"

"I am putting this massage oil into this bowl of hot water, so that it heats up a little."

"Oh. Why would you do that?"

"Because in a few minutes I am going to pour this warm oil over your cock. I am going to massage your balls and ass hole until you are begging me to stroke your cock. When you are as hard as you possibly can be I am going to slide my hands over your shaft, soothing the warm oil up and down and around you. When you are about to come I am going to stop and tease you, and will play with your balls, and fuck my finger into your ass, and calm you down. And then I will massage your cock with my tits, and I will tell you how much I love your cock, how I love stroking it, and sucking it. And then I will start all over again, massaging your shaft with my soft, oily hands, sucking your balls, teasing and caressing you, always touching you.   And I am going to do this for an hour. When I finally let you come you are going to explode like never before. Your come is going to hit the ceiling. And I am going to massage my tits with your juice. I know you like it when I do that. Now, go and get a towel and lie on the floor over it. Lift your knees up so I can get to your balls and ass. I'll wake up Monica and it can lie next to you so that you can bite into its tits as I pleasure you. I will not let you come until you hurt it, and make it cry."

Sunday Early Morning

I woke up into darkness. I tapped my phone's screen and it was 3.15am. Shit. Nothing worse. I glanced down to the floor by the side of the bed at Monica. She was curled up asleep, naked, her head on Tracy’s panties.  I snuggled back up behind Tracy and ran my hands over her smooth body. I pushed my cock against her ass and kissed her neck.

"Not now," she mumbled. "Sleepy." She reached behind her and gave my cock a quick squeeze and pushed me away.

I had two beautiful girls here, and both were asleep. I gently masturbated under the covers while I decided what to do. I didn't want to disturb Tracy, so I rolled out of bed and turned Monica over, facing her up. She stirred and tried to roll back, but I straddled her waist and slid my knees just under each of her armpits. My hard cock twitched above her face, and I pushed it down into her mouth. At first she resisted, in her sleepy state not sure what was going on, but when I slapped her face to wake her she quickly realized that she was about to get face fucked, and opened her mouth wide. I moved forward so my chest was laying over her face and began to pile drive my cock into her throat. Monica's hands reached around and gripped onto my pounding ass, just as she had been taught. She pulled me into her. I could feel my balls slapping against her chin. I could feel her rapid breathing through her nose. I could feel the underside of my cock sliding over her stretched out tongue. I fucked her throat like I would fuck her cunt - deep, hard relentless thrusts, searching for my come, fucking hard through her retching and gagging resistance and her thickening spittle.

I pulled out and wiped her face with my soaking wet cock, covering her in even more viscous saliva, then forced myself down inside her throat again, and fucked her more. My ferocious assault continued until I surged deeper into her mouth one last time, my come shooting into her constricting throat. I sighed deeply into the pleasure of my orgasm and looked down to watch Monica struggle against my thick cock, still pumping into her mouth, still fucking her, using her, abusing her.

When I was satisfied, I pulled out and allowed her protruding tongue to clean me.

"Your face looks a fucking mess, Monica," I whispered, careful not to wake up Tracy. Her face was caked in saliva and it dripped down and pooled into her neck and her hair.

"Thank you for fucking my throat, Mr Fleming. I am pleased my slutty mouth was able to make you come."

“Sobering up now, are we?” I said, while I looked at my bite marks etched deep into her tits from earlier.

“Yes. Thank you for asking.”

"What are you Monica?"

"A motherfucking throat fuck, Mr Fleming, who loves the taste of your come."

"Are you smart or stupid, Monica?"

"I am stupid, Mr Fleming. Everyone knows I am stupid."

I raised myself off the heavily breathing Monica and sat beside her for a second.

"Don't clean up your face until the morning. I want to see what you look like when all of that mess has dried on you. I am going back to bed now and cuddle up with Tracy. Keep telling me how much you love me until you are sure I have fallen back asleep."

"Yes, of course Mr Fleming. I will be careful not to speak too loudly in case I wake up Miss Tracy. Firstly, I want to thank you for waking me up to use my mouth and satisfy your needs. It thrills me that you still enjoy fucking my mouth and I loved how you forcefully fucked my throat just now. It's always an absolute pleasure to have your cock inside me, no matter which hole you choose to use, no matter how brutal the fuck is.

I love the taste of your come. I love how you fuck. I love your cock so much. I rarely think of anything else. Even with other men I am just thinking of you, of your wonderful, muscular cock, how you would be fucking me if it was you.

I am so happy here on this uncomfortable, hard floor, knowing you are warm and holding the lovely Miss Tracy, and knowing your cock is so close to me, and that I could be used at any time. That is such a thrill for me. I hope in the morning I will be able to suck you off, unless Miss Tracy would prefer to pleasure you. I would be just as happy watching you. Perhaps if she does suck your cock you would like to bite and gnaw on my tits, hurting them like you did last night. I love that. I love that so much......."

Sunday Morning

Tracy was busy working on her laptop, trying to clear some of her work ahead of her usual busy Monday morning. Monica was between my open legs, tenderly sucking and kissing my cock while I watched a porn movie on the big screen. It was 10 o’clock and a knock on the door. I quickly put on a robe and looked through the spy hole and saw the same maid from yesterday waiting outside. I watched her knock again and call out “Housekeeping” in her thick, Mexican accent.

“Monica – put your strap-on cock on and let the maid in, please.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“One moment,” I called out, and watched Monica strap the big, black plastic cock on. “High heels, Monica. That and your cock. Nothing else.”

“Of course, Mr Fleming.”

I saw Tracy looking up, smiling, knowing that Monica was going to be humiliated again. I sat down next to her on the sofa, kissed her and then we both watched Monica open the door, and let the maid in. The maid – dressed in a contemporary version of the traditional black maid costume - smiled at me, and then looked at Monica, letting her eyes wonder over her body, her erect, fake cock, her bite marked tits. And then she walked off, carrying her cleaning supplies, to the bedroom.

“I think she really likes you, Monica,” I said, as I took her hand and followed the maid into the bedroom. When we got there the maid was waiting for us, almost as if she expected us to follow. Her eyes once again drank in Monica’s delicious body. I waved the maid to the bed, and she climbed on, silently shuffling herself up to the pillows. She lifted her knee length skirt up over her waist, pulled her panties down and opened her legs to reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. I nudged Monica forwards, and she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees and sank her face into the maid’s crotch, and began to pleasure her.

I crawled on behind her, loosened my robe and pushed my cock into Monica’s offered cunt.

The three of us never said a single word. We just fucked. After I had used Monica’s body to my satisfaction she penetrated the maid with her strap-on, and she fucked her for another 20 minutes.

Sunday Afternoon

I was kissing Tracy passionately in the bedroom, feeling her body tight against mine, my cock pushing against her. Monica kneeled beside us, looking up, waiting for instruction, waiting for my cock.

"Monica - we are leaving soon and Mr Scott has just presented me the bill. Just over $800 for two nights. How will you be paying for it? Cash or card?"

"Mr Fleming.....As I have already said, I didn't bring any money. And you know, I don't have any money left. I can pay you back once I get some, Mr Fleming. You know I will do that."

"Well, I can't say that to Mr Scott, can I? He is not going to let us leave without paying our bill. And you seriously don't think I should pay for it do you? I have let you sleep on the floor in this very nice hotel. I have let you suck my cock. I have let you run around the hotel so you could show everyone your tits. You have drank our wine, and I have beaten your tits with my belt, just as you begged me to. I have let you fuck the hotel staff, as you wanted to. And now you want me to pay as well?"

Tracy went over to the closet and came back holding one of Monica's black, under sized cocktail dresses.

"Monica," she said. "I know this is going to be difficult for you, but why don't you put this on and actually cover those tits of yours? And get your ass downstairs and find a man at the bar and whore yourself out? That's what you do best, isn't it?"

"Yes, Miss Tracy. I would love the opportunity to let some strangers use my body and get paid for it."

She quickly squeezed into the small, black dress. Her tits bulged outwards. The tight hem barely covered her ass.

“Yes, Monica. It’s a dress for a 12 year old little girl. I knew you would like it. Now get downstairs and start earning your keep. You can bring the man back here so we can listen to your performance. We'll stay in the bedroom and you can fuck him on that couch over there. And that table. Make sure you bend over the table and beg him to fuck your ass. You'd better do a good job, Monica, and give the man the pleasure he deserves. Tell him how much you love his cock, how fantastic he is fucking you, Tell him that you loved getting rough fucked, and that's it's a huge turn on for you to get hurt while having sex.  Which is all true, isn't it, Monica? "

"Yes Miss Tracy. I love getting hurt while I am getting fucked. The rougher the better."

"What collar have you selected for today, Monica?" asked Tracy.

"'I Suck Cock For Cash'"

We both laughed.

"What achievements in your life are you most proud of?"

"That you use my body to make yourself come, sir."

"And when you go to sleep at night, what do you think of?"

"Loving your cock, Mr Fleming. Licking and sucking you, making you hard, feeling your excitement and pleasure. I always think if those things."

I went over to where Monica was standing.

"Open your mouth."

She did.

I spat into her throat. Tracy walked over and did the same, and then struck her hard across the face with an open hand. Monica clenched her face and fought back the tears.

"Present me your tits," commanded Tracy. Monica slipped her shoulder straps down her arms and pushed the front of her dress down, exposing herself to us.

"I bet I can get more of its left tit in my mouth than you can its right."

"I doubt it, Tracy. Let's find out."

"Whoever leaves the highest bite mark wins. Let's bite really hard so the whore's client can see the teeth marks."

"OK."

"Do you think this is a fun game, Monica?"

"Yes I do, Miss Tracy."

"Then why aren't you smiling?"

Monica quickly smiled. Monica never took her eyes off Tracy, knowing that it would be her that would inflict the most pain.

I went forward and took as much as her right tit as I could, and bit down hard. I could feel Monica's body instinctively move away but she corrected herself quickly, and her painful gasp was enough to excite my cock. She twitched and breathed another small cry of pain as Tracy bit in. I let go and admired my handy work, a deep set of teeth marks above and under her tit. I turned and saw Tracy still biting. Monica's tortured face, clenched eyes and teeth struggled to maintain composure, and the tears were really flowing now.

"Tracy...Tracy - that's enough. You'll bite it off."

Tracy released, her face alive with the rush of power. Monica's left tit was now deeply marked with Tracy's teeth marks, gnawed far deeper into Monica's skin than mine.

"If your Sunday morning fuck asks you where you got those bite marks from what will you say?"

"I will say that I let a waiter bite my tits instead of paying my restaurant bill. I will say how the pain made me come and I kept asking him to bite me harder and harder until I cried."

"Go downstairs, Monica, and whore yourself out. I want to talk to Mr Fleming about you. We may come down to see you later, but if not we look forward to watching you get fucked for cash shortly," said Tracy. "And push those tits out, Monica. Arch your fucking back!"

"Yes Miss Tracy. Sorry."

Monica pulled her dress back up over her tits, turned and wobbled off in her matching heels, closing the door behind her.

"You are so wicked, Tracy," I smiled, kissing her lips and neck, feeling her ass.

"I know." She slipped off her shirt to show me her lovely, full tits and slowly slid down my chest to her knees. She unbuttoned my trousers and slipped them down to ankles. My cock sprang up to greet her.

Tracy kneeled up and tilted her head back, opening her mouth provocatively. She leaned forward and began to gently caress my erection with her tits, swaying her body left and right, rubbing her beautiful, soft flesh against me.

We talked and kissed and caressed each other for ten or fifteen minutes, just enjoying each other and forgetting about Monica for a short while until we heard the door open. Two excited male voices. And Monica.

"Shhhh. It's Monica with her clients!" I whispered, speeding over to turn off the bedroom lights.

"Not already surely??"

Tracy joined me by the door and we looked through to the lounge area.

The two men were already undressing, and Monica sat down, looking across the room to us, and saw us watching. She pulled her dress down to let the men feast their hands on her tits.

"It will be $400 each, please."

"Suck my cock now and I will give you the money."

"No - I must have it all now. I have my hotel bill to pay. Pay me and then I will suck your cock."

"Why do your tits have bite marks in them?"

"I will tell you once you have paid."

The men quickly pulled out their wallets and piled up the bills on the table.

"There you are, you whore. 800."

"Thank you."

"How long can we stay?"

"30 minutes."

"Can we fuck your mouth? Your throat?"

"Yes."

"Can we fuck your ass?"

"Yes."

"Will you talk dirty to us?"

"Yes."

"Those bite marks - did you let someone do that to you? Do you like it rough?"

"Yes. I like rough sex. The harder you fuck me the better."

"Do you want us to fuck you both at the same time, or shall we take turns?"

"I want you both at once."

"Can I piss on you?"

"Yes."

"Can I piss in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Can I hit you?"

"Yes."

"Can I put my fist up your cunt?"

"Yes."

"Can we make you cry?"

"Yes."

"Can we fuck you without a condom?"

"Yes."

"Will you lick my ass?

"Yes."

"Do you like licking men's asses?"

"Yes."

"Do you like hard cock deep inside your ass?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to throat fuck you?"

"Yes."

"And you want us to bite your tits, don't you?"

"Yes."

When the first fist hit Monica across her jaw, and the abuse began, I took Tracy back to the bed and laid next to her, so we could kiss and writhe into each other. We listened to the thrilling sobs and cries from Monica, lasting for over an hour, while the men lived out their most depraved fantasies, dreams they never once thought would ever, ever become a reality.

On the way home we dropped Monica off at the hospital. They wanted to know if she had been in a car accident and we said yes. A head on collision.

Chapter 29: Tracy Works Late

"Alice - where is Mr Fleming?"

"I don't know Tracy. He was in his office a few minutes ago."

"Well, he's not there now. And Monica is scheduled to be with him too. I need these papers signed right now. Fedex will be here any minute to pick them up." Tracy looked impatiently up and down the corridor and then back to the beautiful Alice, sitting behind her desk. She sneaked in a quick peak at Alice's breasts, which Alice did catch.

"I don't know. I am sorry,” she said, folding her arms in front of chest. “If Monica is not there then I expect they have both left for the weekend.  It is nearly six. Have you tried his mobile?"

"Yes, of course. He's not answering."

"Well, he is with Monica, so he's probably...."

"Probably doing what, Alice?"

"Nothing. Nothing, Tracy," she said, averting her eyes from Tracy's gaze. "Can I help?"

" I really need these signed. It's to wrap up the Moore case and if I don't get these Fedexed tonight the whole deal will collapse. Mr Fleming will be furious."

"Uhm..."

"You are his assistant, Alice. You were supposed to know about this. He is going to be furious with you unless you get him back here pronto."

"What is the paper work?" asked Alice, getting slightly irritated.

"Shit. Fedex is here," said Tracy, leaning out of Alice's office and looking back up the corridor to her desk. Carl waved to her, and began walking towards them. "Fuck. It's just vetting stuff from the bank in Cyprus, nothing too serious. We just need to confirm that Mr Moore is who he is saying is. His company is really owned by him, that's all...."

“I’m not so sure I can sign for that, Tracy.”

“Alice. For fuck’s sake. It’s just bullshit paperwork. It needs to go now. In tonight’s Fedex.”

"Well, I suppose I could sign it...If you are sure that’s all it is."

“Yes, yes, Alice. Please hurry. Sign just here,” urged Tracy, handing Alice a pen with the papers. "Great. That's great. Thank you. Mr Fleming will be so pleased."

Carl arrived at the door.

"Ready?"

"Just a minute, Carl. Alice is just signing the docs.."

Urged on, Alice signed them all quickly and Tracy took them back, winked at Carl, and stuffed everything into an envelope.

"Thanks. Gotta go - we are cutting this one fine." Carl quickly left. And went back up the corridor, placed the envelope back onto Tracy's desk and left the building.

"Phew. Thanks so much, Alice."

"No worries." She smiled reassuringly, and watched as Tracy sat herself down across from her desk. Her usual short dress exposed a lot of leg, and this time it was Tracy who saw the glance down.

"Alice - can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"I was wondering - do you like Mr Fleming?"

"Of course, Tracy. I have learnt so much here. And he upped my salary big time when I first started. So yes, I like him."

"But you don't like him like you liked Ben Wilshire, do you?"

"Ah. I see where you are going with this, Tracy. Did he send you in here to ask that?"

"No."

"Well, Wilshire was a mistake, and I am not making a fool of myself again. Despite everything that goes on here, I will remain true to myself and to my career. Anyway, aren't you supposed to be his girlfriend? What are you doing here asking me about this?"

"I love watching him fuck beautiful girls, Alice. I'd love to watch him take you." Their eyes locked. "Just like you love watching him fuck me in his office. We have both caught you peeking through the blinds, Alice."

Alice didn't say anything.

"When we are fucking do you prefer looking at me or him?"

No reply.

"Do you prefer my tits or his cock? Which of us would you like to touch, of you could only touch one of us?"

Silence.

"Do you like how he fucks? So strong and hard with his manner. If only you could understand how good his cock feels. Do you think of us when you masturbate? Did Ben fuck you as hard as he fucks me?"

"I think you had better leave now, Tracy. This is harassment and strictly against company rules."

"Well, that's too bad you don't want to play. We'd both love to see your come face, and hear your orgasm. I bet your lovely tits look wonderful when you are getting fucked, Alice. Just wonderful. That would be a treat to see. A real treat."

Tracy parted her legs, slightly, and held Alice's eyes.

"You should come and join us. I know you want to. Feel his glorious cock moving inside you. Yummy..."

Alice looked away, embarrassed. “Please leave, Tracy.”

"Oh well. One day, perhaps," she said getting up, smiling at the red faced blonde. "See you around, Alice." She left and walked back to her desk, a smile breaking across her face when she saw the envelope.

Chapter 30 : At The Warehouse

"Monica Kunt - I am very disappointed that your viewing figures have not increased as much as I would have hoped. We have gone over this so many time. I have spent a large amount of my own money equipping the gym and installing all of the web cam technology for you to stop whoring yourself around and really make a go of things. But as you know, the traffic to the web site has not gone up that much. I have not even made my money back. I am very disappointed in you Monica. Maybe all you can do is suck cock after all, and that you are simply too dumb and lazy to run a small internet business like this.

Are you a dumb cunt, Monica?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. All I can do is suck cock."

“I asked you if you are a dumb cunt.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “I am a dumb cunt.”

"Did you wear the collar that Tracy asked you to?"

“Yes.”

“What does it say?”

“I Love Cock In My Ass”.

I drove as fast as I could through the night to an empty warehouse across town that one of my clients owned, and had agreed to lend me for the night.

"We are nearly there now Monica, so you can stop sucking my cock. As usual, you were unable to make me come."

I could see Monica was filled with dread. She knew this was not going to be a good night. She kissed my cock one last time and carefully did my trousers back up.

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

I didn't reply.

"You know it's the highlight of my day - when you let me fill my mouth with your beautiful, hard cock."

I parked the car next to the poorly lit building , grabbed the small messenger bag off the backseat and led her inside. It was cold and Monica was wearing nothing except her collar, black bra and crotchless panties, and her usual four inch high heels.

"Get over there, and stand still." I pointed to the middle of the dark room we now found ourselves in. I walked off to the side and turned on what fluorescent lights were still working, and three or four of them flickered to life. It gave Monica a chance to see where she was. In the middle of a cavernous, empty warehouse. The cold air blew through a few of the broken windows, setting scraps of paper and dust dancing across the floor. Piles of brick and timber lay strewn about the otherwise empty building.

In front of Monica was the tripod, and the inevitable web cam already set up. I readjusted the height so that all of her body was in the frame and checked the cables to make sure they were plugged in to the mains for the broadcast. The Internet signal was good.

“Take off your underwear, but keep on your heels.”

She did as she was told. I walked over to her and casually felt up her tits, rubbing my thumb over her hard nipples.

'Monica, I don’t think you will be enjoying tonight." Her face crumpled up. She looked genuinely frightened.

"Please Mr Fleming. Please give me more time....I am just trying to learn. I am so sorry."

‘You have had seven months to learn, Monica. It’s too late for that.”

I walked off for a moment and came back with an old wooden chair, the slats on its back missing or broken. I placed it next to her and stood on it. She took this to be a sign that I wanted my cock sucked, and she began to fumble for my fly again.

“Monica. For fuck’s sake. Is sucking cock all you can think about?”

“Yes it is, Mr Fleming. May I please suck you some more? I will make you come this time, I am sure of it.”

She looked up and for the first time saw the loop of loose rope coming down from an iron hook in the ceiling. It hung just over her head.

“Raise up your arms.”

I tied the rope tightly around her wrists, hopped off the chair and threw it away into the darkness. By the wall the rope was fastened through the hook to an old iron pipe and I pulled on it so that her arms were stretched high above her, and then I retied the knot. I could have pulled even harder, so that her feet dangled, and I am sure that is what Tracy would have done, but I thought that this would be enough.

I walked back to her, reaching into my jacket pocket and then threw down on the ground around her the contents of three packs of condoms, thirty six in total, and from my bag I threw down half a dozen large tubes of lubricant. I felt up her tits again and then took out a permanent marker pen, writing across her chest in thick lettering “PLEASE FUCK MY ASS”. I walked around her and then just above her ass crack wrote “INSERT COCK HERE” with an arrow pointing down.

I took my hard shaft out and fucked myself between her ass cheeks, but I knew time was tight and stopped before I made myself too excited.

“We haven’t done this body graffiti since you met Mr Chung, have we? Oh  - I almost forget….”

I pulled a black strap on cock from my bag and tightened the rubber straps around her hips. The ten inch plastic shaft protruded up into the air from her cunt mound and I tapped on it, watching it bounce back up to 70 degrees, just like a real cock.

“You look good with an erection. Monica.” I stroked my cock while I savored Monica’s stretched body. With her arms bound in the air her tits looked higher and firmer than ever.

“Thank you.”

“If only Tracy was here – I am sure you would like to fuck her with your cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I would.”

I checked my watch. One minute to ten.

“OK, Monica. Nearly time.” I tucked my cock back into my trousers. I looked at her again and read my handiwork across her chest.

“Perhaps one more thing, Monica,” I said, taking out my marker pen again. I wrote ‘ASS WHORE’ across her forehead.

“I am not going to tell you what it says, Monica, but I can assure you your mother would not approve. You Dad, might, though…”

From my bag I pulled out a large envelope and took out several cards.

“I will hold these cue cards up, Monica, and you will read them in the most alluring, sexy, please come and fuck me voice. If you make a mistake, I will leave you here for a week. Is that clear?”

She nodded.

I checked my watch again. Just a few seconds to go.

“We have alerted all of the 26,000 subscribers to your Internet channel about our special presentation tonight, Monica. Let’s hope a few of them are logging in right now. I am sure they are….We did email all of the ones with local IPs – over 650 men - alerting them to a special interactive event tonight. Maybe some would even fly in, who knows.”

I looked at my watch again. “OK, Monica. Show time. ”

I hit the record button and turned on the bright light above the camera. Internet signal still strong. We were broadcasting. I held up the cue cards, and Monica began to address the camera.

“Hello everybody – Monica your favorite cock sucking slut here – I am so excited right now and I have hardly stopped masturbating all day. I am in a warehouse waiting to get fucked by some of my lucky fans. I want you all to come and fuck me now. I am in the old Gates Warehouse, on Docklands street. Please, please come and fuck my ass. I will be here waiting for your cocks until 9am tomorrow morning. I want your hard cocks fucking my tight ass so, so bad. Whoever fucks me the hardest and the roughest will get their cock sucked next week in my gym. Tonight, I am your whore. Tonight, my ass hole is yours. Please hurry. I am so horny and desperate for cock. My ass is waiting for you.”

I briefly turned the camera off and walked back over to Monica.

“Open up your cock sucking hole.”

She stretched open her mouth and I secured a tight ball gag into her mouth, the straps biting into her cheeks and around to the back of her head. I wiped away her tears, but they continued to trickle down. I kissed her on the cheek.

“Very good, Monica. It’s not too late if you want to change your mind. I can cut that rope and you can go home if you wish.”

She shook her head, knowing full well that she would break her contract with me if she left.

“You want to stay and let all of the strange men you don’t even know  pump their cocks into your ass, and fill your butthole with their diseased come?”

She nodded.

“I thought that you’d want to stay,” I said, feeling up her tits. “I will come back for you tomorrow morning. I am so proud of you, wanting to do this, to thank your fans for supporting your web site.  I am going to pick Tracy now and we will be watching from my bed at home. We will be making love while we watch you suffer, Monica. You are going to make me come so hard inside of Tracy, I just know it.”

I wanted Monica to be thinking of our very different nights ahead.

“The strap on does not come off. Your ball gag stays where it is. Try to get every man to stick his cock in your ass. Got it? Since you can’t talk you will have to push your ass out, to show them that’s where you want it. Even you could manage that, surely? Ass, yes. Cunt, no.”

She nodded.

“Are you excited?”

She closed her eyes, and nodded again.

“OK – see you tomorrow, then.”

I turned the camera back on, and left her alone.

Chapter 31: Monica’s New Contract

"Monica - come in and sit down. If you can sit down, that is.”

She stumbled over to her chair, and carefully – slowly – sat down. All she had on was her collar and a ripped up pair of panties. Her shoes were broken, one heel completely missing. Bags under her eyes and disheveled hair. She was a mess.

“Open your legs. Wider.  Much wider. Thank you.”

I sat for a moment, looking at her broken and abused body.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming."

“So tell me about it - when I got there this morning I couldn’t believe there was still a line of twenty or so men who still hadn’t fucked you. Were you having such a good time that you let more than 36 fuck you?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.” She looked dazed, not all there.

“How many, do you think?”

“I don’t know. Maybe ten an hour? Over a hundred, I suppose. I don’t know. I just want to sleep, Mr Fleming.”

“Wow. Good job. Monica. Excellent. Your viewing figures hit over 57,000 at one point. That’s tremendous, and I made nearly $12,000. Here’s a tip for all of the good work you did last night.” I handed her a single dollar bill.

“Thank you, Mr Fleming.” She was barely able to talk she was so tired.

"I am going to give you three days off, so that your bruising heals a bit and so that you can drain all of that come from your ass hole."

"Thank you, Mr Fleming."

“You probably are diseased now, so check yourself out. Go to Dr Frasers. Tell him and all of his staff that you are an Internet porn star and that were just fucked in the ass by over one hundred men.”

“I will.”

“Get them to send me the report so I can see if any further steps need to be taken.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

"I will be watching you on your home web cams so I had better see plenty of masturbation.”

“You will, Mr Fleming. I can’t wait to get back home and masturbate for you,” she mumbled.

“How is your ass?”

“It hurts. Mr Fleming.”

“Good. Did you wish one of the cocks fucking it last night was mine?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Of course I wished that. I wanted you to come back and fuck me, but you never did. I am sorry that I was not alluring enough for you. But I hope you enjoyed your evening with Miss Tracy, and that my gang ass fuck was entertaining for you both.”

“We hardly watched, to be honest. Found it all a bit boring. A choice between playing with Tracy or watching you getting fucked is not a difficult decision.”

“I understand, Mr Fleming. I am sorry.”

“But, Monica, our problem still exists. We have not addressed any of the issues about your lackluster performance of late."

That got her attention.

       

"I am sorry Mr Fleming.  I am watching so much porn at home, so I can learn how to fuck and suck everybody here better and make them all come as hard as I can.”

I looked through my office glass wall and saw Candice chatting to Tracy, laughing and looking in.

"Now - one of our clients is Mr Al Saheed. He works for a wealthy Middle Eastern family. He has informed me that their breeding program is about to start in  a month or two and has asked me if there are any suitable girls I know that would fit the program."

Monica's forced smile dropped.

"Breeding program, Mr Fleming? What is that?"

“Would you be so kind as to spit onto your tits? I would like to see a little shine to them. You look so grubby, Monica. I am saddened that you do not take care of your body more.”

Monica spat down and rubbed her tits clean. I could now see the bruising a little better.

"Well, attractive  -and extremely dumb - western girls, such as you, Monica, are sent over for a period of three to four years and are artificially inseminated to produce children for various high powered Arab families throughout the region.  These are families that want a more western look to their children or perhaps are having trouble finding suitable brides for their boys. With your dark hair and eyes you fit the bill exactly. Girls are kept until 7 children are produced. This may sound like a lot but most girls in the program give birth to two or three children at a time because of the IVF. Does this sound something that interests you, Monica?"

"Mr Fleming...I don't know what to say....I thought our deal was for just a year? This is for three." She was suddenly very alert.

"I understand that, but within our year together you will do as you are instructed. In the eleventh month I am considering to send you over. You are beginning to bore me anyway. Monica. While your tits and ass are still somewhat appealing, fucking you is getting tiresome. Your pussy is getting slack and your asshole is not as tight as it once was. After last night I am sure fucking your ass would be like fucking an old woman’s mouth. And still you seem to make no effort to get on with Tracy, despite Tracy doing her best to train you in a civilized way.  We have gone over this again and again, Monica. Don’t you like Tracy?”

“I do like Tracy, Mr Fleming. I do like her a lot and am so grateful for all of the things she has taught me. I am so good at sucking cock and fucking because of her. ”

“Apart from last night, which I arranged for you, your internet show has failed. Your appraisals seems to have little or no effect on you. Mr Simmonds has told me that you were not much fun when you were getting your tits beaten the other day.

Besides, I think you would enjoy the Middle East. Plenty of sun and sand. Plenty of men that would want to fuck you all night and all day. I am sure they would love to fill you with their dirty Arab seed."

She sat silently, and I waited for the crying to start.

"One of the downsides, Monica, which I think is actually quite character building, is that due to their belief system no medication is administered during childbirth. It can be an extremely painful experience and sadly some mothers are lost during the process. The entire family would be in attendance and the considerable, unimaginable pain a mother endures giving birth is thought to make for a stronger, healthier child. Once mothers give birth, assuming they survive of course, they are given a generous four weeks off and then inseminated again. There is no contact whatsoever between mother and child. It sounds like a lot of fun, doesn't it Monica?"

She didn't say a word, but at last the tears started to fall and she began sobbing in front of me.

"Mr Fleming...please...I can do better. So much better. Please.... I do everything you say. I can be a much better fuck, I know I can. I will suck your cock harder and deeper than ever. Please. I have heard of operations where they can tighten an overused cunt like mine. Please Mr Fleming. I can be as tight as a little girl for you. I can make your cock feel so good. I'd have the tightest cunt imaginable. It would be so good for you."

"Yes, I know someone who would do that for you, our friend Dr Fraser. But it's very expensive, and you have no money left, do you? You’d have to let him fuck you for years and years to pay such a debt off. Would you be prepared to do that, Monica?”

“Yes. If it made my pussy tight for you, Mr Fleming. I would let Dr Fraser fuck me for as long as he wanted to if he made my cunt tight again. I will ask him about it when I see him later on today. Please don’t send me away. Please, Mr Fleming. Please let me stay so I can be your cock sucking whore.”

I sat back for a minute in silence and then took out my cock and began to masturbate, openly enjoying myself in front of her.

“Keep talking, Monica.”

She begged me, told me how much she wanted to suck my cock, how good it looked, how jealous she was that it was my hands on my cock and not hers. I told her I had heard all of her shit before, and she begged deeper, pleading with me, selling herself, selling her body to me. She told me that she would drink my piss. Lick my ass. Eat my shit. Fuck my friends. Suck anybody. Just anybody. She begged me to let her have the operation to tighten her cunt. She told me that things would be different this time. Better. She’d make my cock feel so good, all of the time. She begged me to let her suck my balls and finger my asshole right there and then.

I masturbated to her pitiful, sexually degrading words.

I waved Candice in, who smiled when she saw me playing with my hard cock.

"And...and," continued Monica. "I have lots of friends from college I haven't called yet. Beautiful girls. I can get them to sleep with you. I know I can. You must give me another chance, Mr Fleming. Please."

"Hello Candy. I was chatting to Monica here about some opportunities with Mr Al Saheed and she got so turned on by the prospect of getting fucked by a bunch of Arab men that she is begging me to send her to him."

Candice smiled, and put the paperwork on my desk.

"Honestly, Monica - you really are such a slut." She went over and fondled Monica's tits. Candice leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, pinching and pulling Monica's nipples, cupping and squeezing the tits, enjoying everything about them.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night, Monica? Dozens and dozens of hard cock, pounding into that ass of yours.”

“I loved it, Miss Candice.”

"Those beautiful college girls - would you be able to get me a couple? Just young, beautiful ones. That's what I want." She kissed Monica again, and guided one of Monica's hands under her short, cotton  dress.

"Yes, Miss Candice. I am sure of it. I know I can."

I could see Monica slipping her hand underneath Candice's panties and began to soothe her yearning sex. Candice closed her eyes and began to move against Monica, her hips gently gyrating backwards and forwards to Monica's touch.

"Mmmmmm. That's nice. You are such a good little whore, aren't you? They would stay with me for a weekend. Pleasuring me, fucking me, caressing me with their bodies, licking me, making me come again and again. Would they do that for me, Monica? Would they give me their young bodies for a weekend? Would they love me and never stop loving me? "

"Yes. Yes, they would, Miss Candice. Two hot girls just for you. I can get them for you. I can. Help me, Miss Candice. Please. "

Monica and Candice's face were just inches away and Monica continued to gently finger Candice. Candice took a nipple between her finger nails and pinched the little bud as hard as she could. I saw Monica twitch and arch her back in pain, and she breathed in quickly and deeply, but stayed looking up at Candice, her forced smile still intact, knowing that a lot was suddenly and unexpectedly on the line.

Candice moved in and kissed Monica, deeply and passionately. Her hand moved from Monica's nipple to grab the entire tit. She gripped the smooth flesh tightly and dug her nails into the base. This time Monica cried out in pain - a quick cry, but an exciting one, nevertheless. I wanted to come, but held back, easing my motion on my demanding cock.

“I like it when you hurt my tits, Miss Candice. You can hurt them whenever you want to. Can you help me?”

"You must submit to us completely, Monica," whispered Candice. "Our sexual pleasure must be your only concern. You do understand that, don't you?"

"Yes Miss Candice. I understand that completely now. "

"We don't want to pack you off to the Middle East, Monica. But we will if you do not satisfy our every need. You must submit, Monica. You must. Will you do that, Monica? Satisfy our every whim? Your year end is so close, Monica. So close. You can’t throw all of your fucking and cock sucking away now. You must keep going, else all of the lovely cock you have had in your ass would all be for nothing. Will you satisfy all of our sexual needs? Suffer immense pain and humiliation just for our entertainment? "

"Yes, Miss Candice. I will submit to you all. I love you Miss Candice. You are so good to me. Thank you for everything." A solitary tear slipped down her cheek.

“You know it brings us such joy to watch you in pain?” Candice said, licking her tongue over Monica’s falling tears.

“I do.”

“We love abusing you. The more pain and humiliation you suffer, the happier we are. ”

“Yes. I understand that. I want to suffer for you. I really do. Please don’t send me away. Please don’t.”

"And you will make every effort to please Tracy?"

"Yes Miss Candice. I will."

"I know Tracy slaps you, but she could slap you two or three times but she only does it once, right? When you have upset her."

"Yes Miss Candice. I am sorry.  I know she punishes me only to make me better.” Candice kissed Monica’s lips and stroked the scared girl’s hair, trying to comfort her but I suspected she was scaring Monica even more.

“So it’s OK for Tracy to slap you? You want her to do that, so you learn to be a better whore for us?”

“Yes, Miss Candice. I want her to slap me. I want to learn. I want to stay. Please don’t send me away.”

Candice kissed her deeper, and played with her tits. “That’s so good to hear, Monica.”

“And you like it when I slap you each time I see you?” she said, kissing her again.

“Yes,” breathed Monica. “I do.”

“Should I slap you harder – as hard as I can?”

“Yes, please, Miss Candice. I would like that. I want to please you so much.” They kissed long and deeper.

Candice got in very close to Monica's ear and I leaned forward to listen.

"You know, Monica, some of the men here want to slice off one of your tits. But Mr Fleming was kind enough to tell them to wait, to see if you improve."

Monica began to cry harder.

"Thank you so much, Mr Fleming. Thank you."

"And if we ever lose you, Monica, if you were to try and get away or if we send you to the Middle East, your sister will replace you, and we won't be as nice to her as we are to you."

Candice kissed Monica again, and looked into her eyes, making sure she understood.

"You do want to be our whore, don’t you Monica?"

"Very much so, Miss Candice. It’s all I want to be."

Candice kissed her again and roughly mauled both of her tits, and then stood up to smile at me, her face awash in lust as Monica continued to stroke her pussy.

“Then say it, Monica. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to be your whore.” Candice ran her tongue over her tears again, enjoying their salty taste and then whispered in her ear “Louder.”

“I WANT TO BE YOUR WHORE.”

They kissed again, Candice cradling Monica’s head and stroking her hair.

“That’s better, Monica. Much better. Look at Mr Fleming’s cock. Nice and hard. See what you have done?”

“Yes, Miss Candice.”

‘Your shameless drivel, your pathetic begging has made him so hard. Do you understand now? Your over fucked body no longer excites him. It is your degrading behaviour that he wants.” Candice continued to stroke her hair, like a child would her toy doll.

“Yes, Miss Candice. I understand how low and pathetic I need to be to please him.”

“That’s right, Monica. I knew you weren’t as stupid as everyone says you are.”

“Thank you, Miss Candice. I am trying. I really am.”

“Do you still have any brain cells left that haven’t been fucked out of you yet?”

“I think so, Miss Candice. I want to be your perfect whore so much. I do. Please hurt me. And fuck me. And humiliate and degrade me, so that I please you. Use me whenever you want to. 24/7. Please don’t send me away.”

“The next time you meet your father, Monica. What will you say to him?”

“Miss Candice. I would bend over and show him my asshole and beg him to fuck me there. I would tell him that he can fuck my ass as long as he wants, whenever he wants.” Monica was sobbing hard now.

“You are doing so well today, Monica. Letting all of those men enjoy your ass until the early hours this morning, and now telling us what a worthless, degraded cheap fuck toy are going to be for us from now on.”

“Thank you, Miss Candice.”

“Kiss me. And make me come, Monica," instructed Candice. "Make me come, and show me how much you love me."

Candice stepped away from Monica and stood to one side. She lifted her dress over her head so she stood in just a white set of bra and panties. She clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor. Monica dropped to her knees, moving her mouth to Candice's pussy, pulling her panties down, and began gorging herself on Candice's wet sex.

I sat back down, masturbating to Candice’s pleasure, watching her writhe and convulse into orgasm after orgasm. I could see Tracy watching intently from her desk, knowing that soon she too would be enjoying the attentions of Monica.

"You look so beautiful when you come, Candice. Show me your breasts. "

"God....yes.... Ahhhh....so nice Monica, so good...."

Candice unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her hands immediately rose to feel her own tits, loving them just as I would, playing and squeezing them. Her hips continued to dance, and Monica’s mouth moved with her, never leaving her sweet pussy, licking and slurping Candice to orgasm, making her throw her head back, her mouth wide open in silent pleasure.

“Thank you for allowing me to enjoy your pussy, Miss Candice. I hope I pleased you.”

“Monica – you were adequate,” breathed Candice, now slowly descending from her peak.

I got up, my cock still erect and pointing up, and reached for the paperwork she had brought in.

"Monica - sign this document and this will go into your file and Candice will also send a copy to your family so that they fully understand your submission. And Monica – I hope you are proud of what you are achieving. You are well on the way to become the best cock-sucking, ass fucking whore I have ever met.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming. I am extremely proud to be one of the best ass fucking whores you have ever met. Thank you so much. And I know I will get better. I want you to degrade me as much as you can until you are all completely satisfied with me. It’s an honour to serve your cock, Mr Fleming.” She started to sob, knowing full well how pathetic she sounded.

“Sign it, Monica.”

"I, Monica Kunt, will pleasure everyone that approaches me for their sexual or sadistic needs in the absolute best possible way I can. I will suck and worship all hard cock presented to me. I will love that cock, lick it, suck it, kiss it, stroke it, caress it, and show the man that I  do deeply care about his sexual pleasure, making it my complete priority to exceed his needs, be they sexual or otherwise. To further show my love and devotion to any approved man or woman that is presented to me, I will willingly submit to cruel and painful punishment for the entertainment of others.

I will relish every drop of come spilt upon me. I will savour every pussy as if it was my own.

If, for any reason whatsoever, my body or pleasure giving fails to reach expectations I agree that I will be packaged into a container and shipped off to willingly enter the breeder program of anyone who wishes to use my body for child birth. In return for giving birth to seven healthy children I will be given a $5 iTunes gift certificate."

Monica signed it. Monica M. Kunt

"Now go and show how much you love Tracy. On all fours, please."

I watched Monica's tight (but grubby) ass move the length of my office, and out of the door. A few seconds later we heard a loud slap and a sharp gasp of pain from Monica. And then all went quiet.

"Do you think she believed us? " smiled Candice, coming over to stroke my cock.

"Yes. Yes I do. But I think it’s time we found another girl."

“Maria, Valerie’s replacement, starts tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Nice big tits for you to fuck, as requested.”

“Latin?”

“Yes. Nice tight ass. Full lips.”

“Excellent. You have looked into her past?”

“Yes. I have plenty to work with. We should be able to get her to play. And she loved our dress code.”

“Good. Well done, Candy. I look forward to meeting her tomorrow.”

"All that shit about the Middle East was hilarious," she said, her hand now caressing my balls, and moving gracefully up and down my shaft. “You scared the shit out of Monica.”

“YOU scared the shit out of her, Candy. You scared me!”

We didn’t speak for several minutes while I sat there, twisting and turning to Candice’s electric touch.

“Mmmm. That feels good, Candy. So good.”

“I haven’t forgotten how you like it.” We began to kiss, and her hand continued to excite my cock. “Sit back and let me make you come. I haven’t done this in such a long time.”

I cupped her breasts and kissed her again

"Have you found anything else on Alice yet?”

“Uhm, not really. I have gone through all her family members and work history. Nothing so far. Her banking records are all clean. She is single now, for chrissake. Can’t you just charm her the old fashioned way?”

I smiled, but I was lost in my pleasure, my cock twitching and fucking up to her hand, wanting and needing.

“I want her, Candice. I want her mouth around my cock. Will you promise me to do your best?”

“Yes. I guarantee that one way or the other you will get your cock inside her. We will turn her, just as we turned Monica.  Now relax, shut the fuck up and let me make you come. Your cock feels so good.”

“OK. Mmmm. So nice, Candy. You are so good at this….”

I could feel my orgasm ascending when there was a knock on the door.

“Hi Candice. Mr Fleming asked me up here for an 11 o’clock?”

Candice looked at me, her hand still pumping my cock, smiling. “You bastard. You knew he would catch me wanking you. Just a minute, Tom,” she called out. “I am just stroking Mr Fleming’s rock solid cock.”

“Oh. OK. No rush. I’ll just wait by the door, if that is OK.”

I sat forward and kissed Candice harder, squeezed her tits harder, and closed my eyes, and gave myself to her touch.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you again, Candice? Don’t you ever think of me fucking you?”

“Yes, of course I do. But Tracy is your girl now.”

“You never let me fuck your ass, Candy. You know I want that. I want my cock in your ass.”

“You wish. Now please - shut the fuck up. Else I will tell Tracy what you have been saying to me.”

I loved her wicked grin.

“Alright,” I smiled. “Alright….”

I lost myself into the amazing sensations pulsating through my cock, and then rippling on to excite my entire body.

“That’s it. Come for me, come for me. I can feel you coming. Oh, it’s going to be so big.”

She gripped me a little tighter, pumped a little faster.

“Come for me. Come all over my hand. Think of fucking me like you used to. Fucking me so hard. You always fucked me so hard. Your cock feels so good in my hand. You fucked my tits all of the time, remember? I loved feeling you come over them. I loved feeling you come inside my pussy, fucking me so, so hard, harder than any other man. You fuck so hard, Mr Fleming. And your cock is so hard right now. Come for me, come for….”

I convulsed my hips up towards her and roared, my come squirting through the air, some hitting her face, some more on her tits and stomach but loads in her hand. She kept stroking me, pumping me, making me last, making my come last as long as she could, my cock thrusting up and up into her hand, fucking her hand, coming loud and violently, gasping and thrusting, uncontrolled, my cock harder than ever, so fucking hard. “Oh Jesus, Candy. Jesus. That was big. Oh my god.” I still pumped up, now a new sensation of fucking her hand through my own come, and I saw her smiling at me, watching my come, loving seeing me like this, at her mercy, relishing her like never before, just for those few seconds.

“Oh Jesus,” I said again, calming. “Tissues behind me.”

“No, thanks. My – that was a big one.”

“Yes. You are fantastic,” I said, kissing her again. “So good, Candy. So good.”

Still looking at me she called out “Tom!”

He came in. Candice moved in closer to me, pushing her gorgeous tits against my chest and we French kissed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hold her hand out in the air, and then Tom licked it clean, licking away my come. I couldn’t decide if I was turned on or disgusted, but whatever Candice wanted to do right there and then was fine by me.

We recovered and dressed.

"Candice, Tom. Please sit down, Tom. Nice to see you both together. The happy couple. And thank you for the invitation to your wedding. I can't believe, Candice, that you are marrying this loser!"

They both laughed, one nervously, the other out of embarrassment.

"Nor can I, but I can't wait around forever for Mr Right to show up, so Tom is the next best thing."

More laughter.

"So listen guys - I was thinking of a really good wedding present for you both. I know both of you are really fond of Monica's position in the company..."

Candice smiled and Tom squirmed a little in his chair, not sure how he should react to that in front of his soon to be wife.

"Tom? Would you like to spend some 'quality' time with Monica?"

"I don't know," he said. Liar, I thought. "What do you think, Honey?"

"Tom - when we are in the car you tell me all of the time how much you want to fuck her."

Tom nervously smiled and avoided my eyes.

"Well....a fantasy is one thing, but in real life I am not so sure."

"Now Tom - speaking from experience -  Monica......she loves it up the ass. Wouldn't you like a piece of that, Tom?"

"Yes, I wouldn't mind I suppose. If it's Ok with Candice. Honey?"

Candice didn't say anything. She just looked at me, barely concealing her smile, knowing I was playing with him.

"Tom," she blurted out, faking offence. "I thought you were joking at home. You really want me to put up with that, you little shit! You really think I am going to sit at home doing the dishes while you are out fucking Monica up the ass??"

"Ah - hang on a second Candy. Thing is Tom, I spoke to Monica about this just now. And frankly, she doesn't fancy you at all. She said the last thing she wants up her ass is your small cock. And that's a shame, because that means I still need to find you guys a nice wedding present.

I spoke to Tracy last night and this is what we came up with, so she gives us her blessing.

On the eve of your wedding, when you are out getting wasted with your friends, Tom, - you do have friends, right? OK -  I want Candice to put on her wedding gown and come to my hotel. She will spend the night with me, and my wedding gift to Candice will be the fuck of her life. I will fuck her as hard as humanly possible, Tom. I will fuck her mouth, her tits and her pussy. She won’t know what’s hit her. She’ll be drowning in my come, Tom. What’s more, I will film everything, Tom, so you will know how your soon to be wife likes to get fucked since I hear you don't know yet.

My wedding gift to you, Tom, is that I will allow you thirty minutes with Monica. Yes or no, Tom? I’d like to know right now."

“That sounds like a really nice gift, Tom,” smiled Candice, looking straight at me. “Very generous. You get what you want and I get fucked by a man who really knows how to fuck. A man with a cock so much bigger and harder than yours will ever be, Tom. This is a wonderful idea! “

“Yes…OK….if this is what you want Candice. Thank you. That’s a ‘yes’, Mr Fleming.”

“Great!” I said, looking into Candy’s eyes. “I can’t wait to fuck your fiancé, Tom. I really can’t.”

“In the hotel, Mr Fleming, will you take me like you do Monica?”

“Is that what you want, Candice?”

“Yes. Yes it is. Very much. I want you to fuck me as if I was Monica.”

Chapter 32 : The Degrading Spiral

I tapped the phone to receive the incoming. “Good morning Candy, what’s up?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but can you come down right away?”

“Sure. I’ll be there in five.”

I walked by Tracy to the elevator and told her I would be with Candice for the next hour. She smiled, nodded her acknowledgment, looked back down to her monitor and continued to tap away on the keyboard. .

“Where are you now?”

“Chapter 32.”

“It’s turning into an epic. Oh  - and where is Monica right now?” I called back.

“It should be fucking Mr Mohammed, one of Mr White’s clients, but he has just buzzed up and told me it is not there.”

“OK. I’ll ask Candice when I get there. Monica told me she really wanted to fuck an Arab to see what they were like. Oh well.”

I walked into Candice’s office. “What’s wro…..” I stopped midsentence and saw Monica was with her, and she had obviously been crying, tissues all over the desk. She sat opposite from Candice, across her desk, and had her back to me until I walked to her side. “What’s going on, Candice? What are you doing here, Monica? You should have Mr Mohammed’s cock in you right now.”

“She’s having second thoughts, Mr Fleming.”

“About Mohammed?”

“No. Everything.”

“What? “

“I can’t do it any more, Mr Fleming. You are taking things too far. I just had three days off to let my ass hole recover,” (I tried not to smile when she said that) “and have been thinking - I just can’t go on. I don’t want to go to the Middle East. You are really scaring me. I would rather go to prison.” She broke down and started crying.

“Monica. Shut the fuck up. Take off your dress so I can see your tits and start sucking on my cock.” I undid my fly and pushed my soft cock near her mouth, but she turned away.

“Monica, what do you think you are doing? You suck my cock whenever it is presented to you. Now suck it and make it hard! We have just gone over this! How dare you say this to me?  Shall I get Candice to slap you?”

“No. Please…please stop….”

“Monica – suck his cock,” urged Candice. “You know what the alternative is. Suck him. Do as he asks.”

“But I can’t go on! I just can’t!! Do the men really want to cut off one of my tits?”

“Yes, they do.” I quickly looked at Candice, who flashed a smile, but otherwise looked concerned at what Monica was saying.

I was getting annoyed. I stepped behind her and ripped the back of her dress apart and pulled it down over her shoulders.

“These are my tits, Monica. They are not yours any more. Show me them now!”

Monica bent forwards in her chair and started sobbing hard. I grabbed a handful of her black hair and pulled her up.

“Is this what you really want? You really want to spend some quality time getting fucked by some rich Arab? What is to be?” I jabbed her face with my now erect cock. “Open your fucking mouth and suck me. Suck it, Monica. Suck it now!!”

“Monica,” soothed Candice, trying to reason. “You know your life is so calm when his cock is in your mouth. I know you enjoy sucking him. Just the two of you. So intimately connected. I see it on your face. You have become a whore Monica. You must accept that now. We have played with other girls in the past, but none have taken to this like you have. You must accept the type of girl you really are, deep down. And we are going to keep pushing you, Monica. Pushing you further and further until you are the complete cock sucking, slutty whore we want you to be. If you resist we will send you away and get Amanda to replace you. We have told you all of this over and over again. There are no more second chances. You will become the best slutty whore, ever. That’s you, Monica. You can achieve this.  You can be a truly great whore. A fantastic slut. The best. We will be talking you about for years to come.”

I pushed my cock against Monica’s mouth, but she kept it closed.

“Now Mr Fleming owns your tits. You know full well they are his. Show them to him as he has told you to. And suck his erection, Monica. Lick his balls. Love his ass hole. Do it.”

Candice looked directly at me when she said that, and I smiled back at her.

“You know you want to, Monica,” Candice continued. “You know how good it feels in your mouth. So powerful. Do you love his cock, Monica?”

Monica turned from Candice and looked up at me, placing a hand gently around the base of my shaft.

“Yes. I love his cock. Do you think I am a whore, Mr Fleming? Is that what I truly have become?”

“Yes, Monica. This is what you are now. You take all of our cocks into your body without question. In fact, I would say you take our cocks with eagerness.  Your depraved activities that you film without any complaints for your Internet show. You just do it. Because you want to.  Only a slutty whore would do these things so willingly. You had a choice, Monica. You had a choice. And you chose this, because you wanted to. You wanted to become a whore. A cheap, cock sucking, degraded slut of a whore. That IS who you are. Now, for the last time. Suck my fucking cock.”

I hardened even more when I saw the tears flow again. Her pleading face, trying to understand. When she pulled her torn dress up over her head to expose her tits I immediately reached down for them, crushing her delicate, beautiful flesh with my desire. Hurting her because I could. Because I liked  to.

“Don’t you ever deny me these tits again, Monica. Ever. They are mine. How dare you take away that which is mine??”

She sat silently, sobbing, while I played with her them. Pinching and squeezing, pulling, kneading. And hurting and hurting and hurting.

I stood back up, and fucked my cock over her face. “Knees apart, Monica, when Candice or myself are with you.”

She did.

“Do you think I can become the best whore you have ever had, Mr Fleming?”

“Yes.”

“Yes you can,” urged Candice. “You can be the best. And you are so close, Monica. Don’t give up now. You can achieve something with your life after all.”

But Monica’s attention was all on me.

“Do you love me, Mr Fleming? Sometimes, at least?”

It was pitiful.

“No.”

I watched the tears sparkling in the light as they ran down her cheeks. I thought about filming her misery, such was its beauty. But her hand began to glide over my length, and I was pulled back into my arousal.

“Do you think you will ever love me?”

“I may one day love you as a man would love his dog.” I nudged my cock against her lips, and briefly felt her teeth push against my hard flesh. “We are not interested in anything you have to say, Monica. Your mouth serves just one purpose.”

“I understand that. I do. I want to be the best. I want to be the best whore, Mr Fleming. I want to be your whore. Is it true you think of me as just a piece of office equipment, Mr Fleming? That’s what Tracy said.”

I smiled to myself. Tracy never told me she said that.

“Yes. I do. You have a function here, just like a filing cabinet or a trash can.”

She opened her mouth and looked up to me. I eased my painfully hard flesh in, and held it in her mouth, enjoying her flicking tongue and warmth.

“There, there, there,” calmed Candice. “That’s better. You know you are safe when you have his cock in your mouth. Safe from all of your troubles. Only his cock can make you safe, Monica. That’s a good girl. So good, Monica.”

Monica continued to look up at me, sucking gently now, bring her hands up to my ass to hold me inside her, just as she had been taught nearly a full year ago.

“I would like Candice to stay and watch me fuck your throat,” I said, pulling my cock out her mouth with a pop.

“Of course.”

“Ask her. She may be busy.”

She turned to Candice and her hand continued to stroke my cock. “Please stay, Miss Candice, and watch Mr Fleming fuck my mouth.”

“I would love to, Monica.”

“I want you to ask her if she can please slap you while I use you.”

“Miss Candice, please slap me while Mr Fleming uses my throat.”

“Of course, Monica. Of course I will,” she soothed. “If that is what you want.”

“Yes, Miss Candice. That is what I want.”

I continued. “And then, since it is nearly time for your bull come, you will this afternoon go to Mr White, feast yourself on his cock and drink his come, beg him for forgiveness for letting him and his client down. And let’s hope you have not upset his client too much. He will be rescheduled for you.”

“I understand.”

“Monica – from now on you are not to walk on the upstairs, executive floor. You are to crawl around on hands and knees only. On that floor you are not to speak unless spoken to. You will answer with a single dog bark for ‘yes’. There is no dark bark for no’. When you come to a stop you will drop to your elbows and push your ass up high. You are to have your dog tail plug in at all times unless your ass is being used by a cock.”

Monica sat silently for a moment, trying to hold herself together, her face wracked with torment and still falling tears.

I looked at Candice while we waited for her answer. It was another step down in her degrading spiral. Perhaps the last.

“You have just a few weeks left now, Monica Kunt. It’s would be such a shame to throw away everything now,” reasoned Candice.

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I will do it.”

My cock hardened.

“Will it make me the best whore ever?”

“Yes, Monica. It will.”

Monica let out a half smile.

“I am sorry I did not get my tits out for you. I am so sorry. My tits are yours to enjoy. They always will be. I want to be the best.” She turned on her chair to face me and arched her back to push her tits out. “And now I will be your dog. Mr Fleming. I want to be your dog.”

I pushed my cock back into her mouth and held it on the edge of her throat, micro fucking just enough to hear her sexually charged gargling sounds.

“Candice, come over to us and sit to one side. And grab your trash can so she doesn’t drool all over your carpet. I am going to fuck her mouth, and when I pull out – Monica - I want you to turn to Candice so she can slap you. Alright?”

Monica nodded. Her eyes followed Candice around her desk to sit by us, and then watched as she placed the metal can between Monica’s parted knees.

“Here we go, Monica. Hands behind your back now, and keep them there.”

I began my face fuck. Easy at first, always allowing her a few strokes to adjust, and then, probing deep enough to see the inevitable fear in her eyes, I began to power my shaft into her. Deep, hard, merciless strokes. Gagging her. Retching her. Ramming through her coughing and spluttering throat.  I pulled out, already saliva pouring out of her mouth.

“Turn.”

She turn to Candice who cracked her hand against her face.

She looked back up at me, obediently opened her mouth for more, and I fucked in again, frenziedly fucking her mouth in strokes deep enough so that my ball sack stretched.

“Turn, cunt.”

Whack.

My hard, hard cock sank in again inside her wet mouth. Her drool making my journey smoother and easier. I fucked some more.

Whack.

I put a leg up on her chair so I could fuck even deeper. Her face was a total mess. It made me harder.

Whack.

I pulled her head onto me. She began to choke. I furiously fucked in her again, raping, using and hurting. I was loving the amazing feelings in my cock. I was loving the tortured pain on her face. The pain pouring out of her mouth and into the trash can below.

Whack.

She gagged and choked and slobbered over my unrelenting assault. And I fucked her. And fucked her. And fucked her.

Five minutes in and Candice told me her hand was beginning to hurt, so she struck her tits with a metal ruler. I continued to pound her throat, using the cunt’s mouth with no thought whatsoever about her feelings. It was all about feeding my desire.

By the time I erupted into Monica’s mouth ten minutes later, Candice had stood up by my side so that I could feel her tits and kiss her. Monica was shaking, sobbing and drowning in her spittle. She gulped in air, at last able to breathe properly for the first time since I began my face fuck. She extended her tongue to show us my come – hard to see amongst her own drool - and I gave Candice the honours of giving her permission to swallow. Monica lovingly kissed my softening cock and tucked it back into my trousers, thanking me over and over again how grateful she was that I face fucked her as hard as I had today.

With Candice’s help, it had been the hardest face fuck she had ever had to endure.

Her tits were red and swollen. Her face was red and looked painful. Her face had never looked so fucked up as this. 

While she sat there I tenderly kissed Candice, and enjoyed her breasts, and told her how lovely she was, how arousing her perfume was, how much I enjoyed holding her, and feeling her next to me.

“Fuck off, now Monica. Go and get some lunch. And crawl on your hands and knees all of the way there.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Thank you.” She pulled her panties off, and got on all fours. Naked, she crawled out of the office, still crying and sobbing, trying to recover so that she did not look so fucked up to anyone in the lunch room. Hoping she would still be fuckable so someone.

“Well,” I said, turning to Candice. “That was interesting.”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

“Do you think that we can break her? I mean, totally break her?”

“That is just what I was thinking. Maybe we can. I have heard of girls that do completely submit, lose all sense of who they really are, but I have never seen it firsthand.”

“Do you think we can do it?”

“I don’t know. I have never got this far with any of the other girls we have had over the years.  Candice – can you get with Tracy and make sure that she is scheduled with someone every night and weekend? I don’t want her to experience one second of her ‘normal’ life. I want the pressure on all of the time. I want us to keep pushing her into her new life so that there is no way back.”

“I will do that. Let’s see what sort of monster we can create.”

I turned to leave Candice’s office to grab some lunch.

“I am looking forward to the weekend. You?’

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I am.”

“Coming for lunch?”

“Yes. In a minute. I’ll see you there.”

I walked off down the corridor, passing the crawling Monica and slapping her ass hard with an open hand.

“Hurry up, you stupid bitch.”

“Sorry Mr Fleming. I am trying my best.”

I got to the break room and grabbed my fruit delivery from the fridge. I looked around for Tracy, but she was not there just yet. I saw Ashley, tapping away on her laptop, munching on a stack of sandwiches, and over by the come and milk taps stood Henderson and Banks.

“Ashley – mind if I sit here?”

She looked up, and looking immediately flustered, smiled and said “No – please do.”

I sat next to her.

“A lot of work on?’

“Yes. Mr Henderson is in court all next week and he wants me to keyword search and highlight all of the defendant’s depositions and mark a bunch of other stuff. It’s taking longer than I thought.”

“Well, don’t let me interrupt.”

“No. Not at all. I could do with a break.”

A few moments of awkward silence.

Monica crawled in and made it over to the taps, leaned her head down, raised her ass, and began to suck the vile liquid up into her stomach. Henderson began to feel her ass and finger her cunt, laughing and idly chatting with Banks.

“Are you on some sort of health kick?” said Ashley, pulling my attention away from Monica.

“Huh?” I said. “What do you mean?”

“All of that fruit. That’s enough to feed a family of monkeys.”

I looked around and still did not see Tracy. I stared into Ashley’s eyes and discretely slipped my hand underneath her skirt and on to her leg underneath the table. I gently moved over her smooth skin, and felt my cock awaken.

“Thing is, Ashley, I eat a lot of fruit so that my come tastes good for Tracy.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Your leg feels lovely, Ashley.”

Silence.

I slowly crept my hand up, further up her thigh, to that soft, soft part.

“Would you like me to take my hand off?”

And then….

“Mind if I join you?” It was Tracy. I quickly pulled my hand away and turned to face her.

“Hey! Tracy. I was just wondering where you were. Candice should be up in a minute.”

Tracy sat down. “Hi Ashley – you look a bit red in the face. You OK?”

“Yes. I am just feeling a little hot, that’s all. I will go downstairs and get some fresh air.”

And she left us.

“Mr Fleming?”

“Yes, Tracy?”

“I know what you are going to do tomorrow, and I don’t really approve. You know that, don’t you? I said I did, and that is was OK, but I only want to make you happy.”

“I do know that, yes. I am sorry I have upset you.”

“When I see you at the wedding on Sunday I do not want you to say anything about it. This will be a one off, right?”

“Yes. Just this one time. It’s my gift to her.”

“Sure it is. More like a gift to yourself.”

I smiled. “Perhaps you are right. I will not talk of it ever again and I will not do it again. I promise.”

“Liar.”

“Alright – if I do do it again, I want you to be there with us. Fair?”

“Yes. That is fair. I suspect she will be all over me and you will be left out of the action, though.”

“You’d be surprised, Tracy. I know exactly what Candice needs.”

“Oh I am sure of that,” she said, smiling.

“Listen – do me a favour would you? Get copies of all of the marriage paperwork to Jimmy would you? I just think Candice will be needing our help soon.”

“So do I. I am worried for her. I will make sure he has everything. She could do so, so much better than Tom, and she is already treating him like shit.”

“Maybe that is what she wants.”

I felt her hand rest on my cock.

“On my! All of this marriage talk getting you aroused, is it?”

I thought for a moment. I pictured my hard, hard cock fucking Ashley’s fantastic tits, her pretty face looking up to me, her hands pushing her tits together, her mouth open  ready for my come.

“Yes, Tracy. I do love a good wedding.”

Chapter 33 : Candy, Candy, Candy I Can't Let You Go

"You guys ready for a refill?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

"And drinks are complimentary for newlyweds if you are staying in the hotel."

"Oh - we are not married. The wedding is tomorrow and I am just the best man. Candice here wanted one last night of hard fucking before she betroths herself to an ass of a man." The young waitress blushed and scampered off to get two more glasses of Merlot.

"There was no need to say that,” laughed Candice.

"Why not - it's true, isn't it?"

Her smile dropped and she looked at me, pausing to collect her thoughts. "Yes....Maybe..."

"Oh, it's 'maybe' now, is it?" I teased.  Candice looked embarrassed and cast her eyes down. "I think you will be fucking other men before the end of the week, Candice. I just don't know what you see in Tom." 

More awkward silence.

"You look nice. A little too much cleavage for a wedding dress, wouldn't you say?" My hand fell to her leg under the table and gently moved up and down her thigh.

She smiled again and parted her legs slightly.

"I wanted to look sexy, not all frumpy. Honestly, I think it looks great. Simple, classic..."

"...and makes your tits look fantastic!" We laughed again, nervously, as the talk inevitably fell onto sex.

"Listen. I have been thinking about this. Uhm…I really want to go for it tonight.”

“Of course Candy. That is what we are here for, isn’t it?”

"I mean, I want to give you all of me."

"But I already have you. I have the room ready upstairs."

"I meant...I want to try, just once, you know....And I will let you do that. Willingly."

"You mean...you are going to let me fuck your wonderful ass? The ass that every man in the office wants to stuff with his cock? That very same ass??"

"Yes. The very same. But be gentle. Please."

"Candice. Put your hand under the table and feel my cock. Tell me what you want me to do to you tonight."

Her hand rested on my erection, straining through my trousers.

"I want you to fuck me as hard as you can with that delicious cock I can now feel getting quite hard. I want you to fuck me as if I was Monica. I want you to hold me down to the bed and take me like I was your office whore. I want to feel your cock sliding between my tits and in my pussy. I want you in my mouth. I want you in my ass. I want to taste your come."

"Say that last bit again."

"I want you to fuck my ass and I want to taste your come, you fucking perve!"

"You are one horny bitch, Candy.  In return you can tell Tom he can fuck Monica  - but must be in the gym, as part of her Internet show. He can fuck her ass just once. If he is camera shy he can wear a party masks."

"He will do that, I know he will.  He’s desperate for her. But I will think about it – I don’t want him to have too much fun! I like making him suffer, just like you do Monica. Come on - take me to the room. I want your dick now."

I called over to our waitress.

“Yes, sir?”

“Would you do me a favour, please? I need you to run a quick errand for me.”

I discreetly handed the girl $300.

“I’d like you to run over to Joe’s Adult Store. You know where that is? It’s about two blocks from here.”

“Yes.”

“Candice here has just asked me to fuck her up the ass. We’ll be needing some lubricant. Can you get that for us?”

The girl blushed again, quickly looked down at the bills in her hand and then straight at Candice. “I’ll have to ask my boss if I can take a quick break, but I think so, yes.”

“You can keep the change…” I said looking at her name tag, “…..Stacy. Would you bring it up to our room so Candice can receive my cock in her ass with a bit of comfort? We are in 517. Candice – is there anything else you’d like Stacy to get for you? Did you remember to pack your 12 inch butt plug?”

“No. I meant yes. I meant no, I didn’t, but don’t need one.”

“OK. Stacy – you got that?”

“Yes, sir. I will be as quick as I can. Thank you sir,” she said, red faced and shuffled off.

“You are so embarrassing!” whispered Candice. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Thing is, Candy, I don’t even need any. I have a bottle here in my jacket,” I said, pulling out and placing on the table for all to see the small bottle of lubricant. “I just wanted to embarrass you.”

“You pig!” she said, laughing, and we walked off holding hands.

In the elevator we could hardly keep our hands of each other. I pulled her in tight and smelled her wonderful perfume. She pushed her tits against me and felt for my cock again. I pawed at her ass and kissed her, deeply and passionately. I turned and pushed her against the elevator wall and humped against her ass, kissing her neck, her mouth, feeling around to her tits, sliding my hand up under her wedding dress to feel her skin.

"Do you want my ass?" she gasped, in between kisses.

"Yes. Yes. You know I do. I want it so bad. I want all of you. Everything you have. I want it all."

"I have been thinking about your cock all day.”

The elevator stopped and we got off on the fifth floor and ran towards our room like excited children. I fumbled with the card key, my excitement almost uncontainable as Candice stroked and squeezed my cock through my trousers.

"Hurry. Do hurry," she urged.

The door opened and at last we were alone. We kissed again by the door, our urges rising by the second. Our hands were constantly roaming over each other’s bodies, feeling and squeezing, stroking and wanting. But then she broke away, her hair disheveled and my handiwork on her clothes already showing buttons and zippers undone. She had seen the bed. She walked over and looked at the leather bindings secured to each post. On the bed lay a riding crop, hand cuffs and a ball gag. She took it all in. She turned to look at the camera mounted on a tripod to one side of the bed and then at the microphone wired to the headboard. She looked at me and gave a devilish grin. I went and stood behind her, pulling her body to mine, my hands seducing her breasts and then down to her waist and back up to her chest. I kissed her neck, and pushed my cock against her ass, so I was sure she could feel my hardness.

"I told you you were a fucking perve.  You MUST promise me this is just for us." She turned and kissed me and my hands gripped tightly onto her ass.

"And for Tom. So he can see how you like getting fucked. Now shut up and get on the bed."

I shoved her quite hard forwards, so that she fell onto the white linen. I caught a glimpse of her panties while she quickly regained her composure and teased me with her all-fours pose. She picked up the crop and playfully swished it through the air, turning to smile at me again. I went over and turned on the camera.

"Stop playing with the toys. Get your ass over here."

"Yes, sir!" She quickly shuffled back, so that her feet were over the edge of the bed, but her ass was where it need to be - at cock height and pointing at me.

I stepped behind her and pushed my hard cock against her. She ground her butt against me.  I lifted up her wedding gown and pushed the silk over her waist and onto her back. With one hand I pulled hard on her white panties and slipped them down to her knees. I quickly released my cock and dropped my trousers to the floor. Her ass swayed provocatively, searching for my cock, wanting the touch. I rubbed myself over her tight curves, between her legs and over her soaking cunt. I gripped her ass, enjoying her firmness and gently pushed in two fingers inside of her smooth pussy.

"I cannot wait until my hard cock is deep inside your ass," I said, and began to finger fuck her.

She didn't say a word. She was lost in the moment, savoring my probing fingers. I told her how hard her ass was making my cock, how much I wanted to fuck her, to be inside of her. I pulled my fingers out and gave them to her mouth to clean, and then pointed my cock towards her pussy, gently pushing forwards. She pushed her ass back to devour my cock, and we both exhaled deeply to the wonderful pleasure. I held my cock deep inside her without moving, savoring the ripples of her spasming cunt. I leaned forwards and pushed myself as deep as I could go. The exquisite sensations caressing my cock washed over my entire body and I remember instantly how good her cunt felt when we last fucked so long ago. Candice breathed a heavy sigh of lust.

"You're cock is so good. So fucking good."

“I am going to pump my come into your ass hole tonight, Candy. I am going to fuck your mouth. I am going to fuck your tits.”

I still held it there, countering her gentle fucking motions with my own so that my hard cock remained buried deep in her sensual, velvet chamber.

"Please....please fuck me....stop teasing me."

I placed both of my hands on her hips and spread my feet a little, steadying myself. I looked down and my cock looked so amazingly good, buried deep inside this insatiable woman. I knew this was just the first course. I knew what she wanted later on was going to be much more than a quick fuck from behind. But we had to do this, to get our sexual needs quenched, if only for a short time.

I slowly pulled my cock out so that just the head was inside her, and held it there for a few seconds. Her ass rocked and pulsed, needing the cock, demanding the sex, and then I pushed back in, a good, firm stroke that rocked her body forwards. I slowly pulled back and then thrust back in again, harder this time. Candice gasped - because of my force or her pleasure I did not know, but it sounded wonderful and erotic.

My cock began to fuck. A deep, lustful fuck. My hands roamed her body. From her ass to the back of her thighs, to her tits and to her hair, pulling and twisting her head. I slapped her ass hard. I told her how good her pussy felt. I told her how hard she made me. I told her what a hot fuck she is.  I glanced to make sure the camera's red light was still on, and then clenched my teeth and began to fuck harder into this gorgeous bride to be as violently as I could.

Candice was writhing and gasping, pushing her ass back to my hungry thrusts to deepen my penetration. 

"Yes...yes.....don't stop.....keep fucking me......yes.....oh god......fuck me harder.....harder....yes....it's so good...."

"Candice...you got to get out of this dress. I want to feel your bare tits." I slowed my cock and she raised herself off her arms to her knees, so that her back was against my chest. I ran my hands over the front of her wedding gown to savour her full tits and kissed her neck. My cock, so rigid in lust, continued to fuck into her body.

"Unbutton me."

I looked and found the buttons on the back of her gown and quickly undid them, pulled the material wide to release her shoulders. She reached down to the gathered dress around her waist and lifted it over head, showing me her naked beauty for the first time. I threw off my own shirt and pulled her close to me, our skin so alive with sex. She reached behind my head to steady herself and arched her back, making her tits more beautiful than ever. I squeezed, kneaded and cupped her, ravishing her gorgeous body. And still I kept fucking her, my cock penetrating into her with an unstoppable urgency.

"Your cock is so good. So good....please keep going....don't stop….c’mon, fuck me, fuck me, oh god. Yes. Fuck me!!!!"

“You feel so good, Candy. You’re so gorgeous and lovely…and so fuckable. So, so fuckable..”

She threw herself forward back onto the bed, and I collapsed with her on her back, pushing my cock into her hard so that we would stay joined. She moved up the bed and I now straddled over her, my knees each side of her ass. With hardly missing a beat and I picked up my fuck rhythm once again, sliding my cock smoothly into her body, powering harder and faster.

“Jesus. Oh god. I’m coming,” she gasped. “I’m coming…”

She raised her ass slightly so my cock sank deeper. Her hands clenched. Her arms stretched out ahead of her, holding to the base of the headboard. I pulled her hair. Her panting and gasping quickened. I put both of my hands into her hair and pulled harder. Her ass continued to writhe seductively onto my cock and I dug my hands into her back, gripping my fingers and nails into her sweating flesh.  And then she threw her head back, mouth agape. Her body tensed into orgasm and she exhaled deeply, a long continuous moan filling the room. I reached around to feel a tit as she came, squeezing gently and kneading.   My cock continued to pound hard into her, my thighs slapping against her skin.  I raked my nails down her back and gripped her ass, pulling the cheek to one side so I could see her ass hole.

"Candy - ask me to fuck you ass now."

She was overcome with her orgasm and didn't respond, so I slapped her ass hard. I didn't slow my fucking, I wanted her brimming with passion when I butt fucked her for the first time.

"Ask me to fuck your ass, Candice. Ask me now." Keeping my rhythm, I reached to the side of the bed for my jacket and fumbled out the lube.

"Oh god, Oh god," she gasped. "My come was so big. So fucking big." She fell silent again and she concentrated on the desperate, powerful lunges of cock, thrusting into her to make sure she had all of me.  I eased my thrusting and watched her fuck herself back onto my cock. We fucked quietly like this for a few more minutes, both of us completely surrendering to each other.

I pulled her hair back and leant forward to be next to her sweating, gasping face.

"I am going to fuck your hot ass now," I told her, pulling my shaft out and covering it and her butt hole with lubricant easing it into her with my finger.

"Yes, yes. Take me. I am yours. Do with me as you please. You can fuck my ass. Make me yours. Take me, my love, take me."

"As me to do it," I whispered in her ear.

"Please fuck my ass," she said, her body still swaying and twisting in sexual need.

"Louder."

"Please fuck my ass."

"I want the people in the room next door to hear." I began fucking her pussy a little harder again.

"Yes, yes, I want you to do it now. I love your cock. I love it. I love how you fuck me. You fuck like a wild animal."

"Ask me!"

"PLEASE RAPE MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK," she screamed out, probably loud enough for most of the hotel to hear.

"Reach back, Candice, and pull those lovely ass cheeks apart. I want to see your ass hole, OK?"

"Yes, yes," she said, breathlessly. "Please fuck my ass now. I want your cock in my ass, fucking me there, fucking me so it hurts. Make me yours."

I aimed my cock at her ass hole and slowly pushed forward.

"Relax your ass, Candy. Relax it if you can."

"Yes, yes. Is that better? Please stick it in. I want to feel you come in my ass."

I eased my cockhead in and held it there for a few seconds.

"Oh, oh, I can feel that. I can feel your cock in my ass now. It feels so big."

I adjusted my knees back slightly so I could get a better angle, and gently pushed down. I watched my shaft slowly slide into her butt hole.

"Oh my god...oh god. That hurts. Please go easy, please..."

I slowly pulled half of my cock out and spat down again, making my next thrust downwards easier and smooth. I looked triumphantly over at the camera, smiling into the lens.

"Your ass feels so good, Candice. So fucking good."

"Oh, ah......ok....."

I began to fuck her ass – gentle, slow strokes to savour every inch of her tight, gripping hole. The intense feeling of a tight ass cannot be bettered, and knowing I was the first to penetrate ‘that’ place just added to my thrill.

I pushed in firmly and slowly up to my balls and held it there, enjoying her contractions and spasms as her butt adjusted to my cock.

"Your ass is mine now, Candice."

"Yes," she gasped. "My ass is yours. It's just for you. It's just for your cock."

I leant forward again over her so we could kiss, and I slowly began to pump back and forth into her.

"My cock has never been harder than it is now, Candy."

"It feels so big inside me."

"Keep your ass relaxed. It won't hurt so much. That's it."

Candice sighed as she relaxed as much as she could, and my anal fucking increased its urgency, my cock sawing into her ass hole with ever increasing harder and deeper strokes. I spat again onto my solid cock. She grunted and gasped as I fucked, her head turning from side to side.

“Are you my ass whore?” I said through clenched teeth.

“Yes, yes, that’s what I am.”

“What are you, Monica?”

“I am your ass whore. Make me Monica for tonight.”

“You want me to rape your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes. Rape my ass. Rape me. Rape your ass whore with your hard fucking cock!”

Her fists tightened and her mouth stayed open wide, grunting louder to each of my penetrations.

"Your ass looks so beautiful when my cock is inside you." I pushed her hands away and laid over her back. I knew I was coming soon. This was too much and I couldn't hold out much longer.

“Monica - do you like getting fucked in the ass?”

“I prefer….my pussy…” she barely managed to say. “But you are fucking me SO HARD. I  have never….been fucked like this……you are so..…brutal.”

“I will fuck your ass again tonight. And next week, in your office. You want that?”

“…yes. If you fuck me this hard. Yes, I want it.”

“Want what?”

“To rape my ass. Make me Monica your ass whore. That’s what I….want. Ah….god…”

I held on to her body as tight as I could and fucked her sweet ass for all I was worth, pounding her hard, fucking my cock into her, pounding and fucking, pounding and fucking, fucking faster, harder, gripping her tits, hissing into her face, fucking her ass, taking her ass , fucking and mauling her tits, hurting her tits, hurting her ass, telling her she is  my ass whore, pulling her hair, biting her shoulder, her neck, fucking her, fucking her, possessing her, filling her, wanting, needing, taking her, driving on and on, harder and harder. My cock powered one more time into the grip of her ass and then l felt the almighty spasm of my come. Pleasure surged through my cock, alighting every fiber of my being, coming hard into her, filling her ass with my come, throbbing, coming, fucking still more, groping and thrusting, coming, coming, gripping and still pumping, pumping my cockjuice into her ass, her tight, convulsing ass that was all mine.

I cried aloud into this unimaginable rush of pleasure.

“Oh god,” she gasped. “This is insane. Oh god….”

I fucked and fucked and fucked until I could no more, my balls emptying, filling her ass, spilling over her, dripping and shooting on her, drenching her ass. I collapsed on her back, my twitching cock still inside her, my hands still searching for her tits, our wet bodies holding tight.

We laid like that for maybe ten or fifteen minutes; quietly, kissing, touching, savoring, relishing, anticipating.

“Never been taken like that. Never. “

“I’m exhausted.”

“I should hope so! My god. I could really feel your desire for me. That’s what turned me on the most.  You wanted to fuck my ass so bad, and you absolutely fucked it to death. I don’t think anything in the world could have stopped you.  Jesus. I am assuming I will still be able to walk after that, but I will be careful for the first few steps.”

We both laughed.

I cupped her breasts and kissed her again, smiling. 

“What is our secret, Candy?”

“My ass is just for you.”

I snuggled up to her and pushed my cock against the outside of her leg, gently thrusting against her thigh.

“Yes, Candice. That is our secret.” I kissed her again.

I reached for the camera remote,  turned off the recording and then heard the knock on the door.

Through the peephole I could see the waitress was delivering the lubricant. I had recovered enough to coax another semi-hard on and answered the door naked. She gave me the small bottle, took a quick glance down and ran off. “Won’t you join us?” I called out.

20 minutes later...

"Candice - I have just ordered a bottle of Champagne."

"OK, great," she called back from the bathroom. "That sounds lovely."

"I am going to pour some over your tits and lick it off."

"Oh," she said, sticking her head around the door, "but only if I can do the same to your dick."

I went over to her and kissed her on the lips. I felt the swell of her tits through her bathrobe and her hand loosened my gown and found my cock.

"Ready for round two?" she purred, feeling my hardening arousal.

"Soon," I said. "Soon."

“I want your cock inside me.”

The knock on the door interrupted our passion, and I broke away to let my erection calm down for a few seconds before going over and opening the door.

"Champagne for two?" said the room service waiter.

"Yes, come in. Thank you. Please go ahead and open the bottle."

The young man came in, pushing his hotel trolley of glasses, a bottle of chilled bubbly and an ice bucket in front of him. He opened the Champagne and poured out two glasses.

Candice came over and stood in front me, facing the waiter.

"What a good idea – the Champagne - that's just what I need. Thank you," she smiled, feeling behind her back for my cock. "I can't wait to have some.  And thank you for bringing it up to us," she said to the waiter.

"Are you thankful, Candice?" I said, stepping to one side.

"What do you mean?"

"Waiter - what is your name?"

The boy turned around, "It's Eric, sir."

"Well, Eric. I was going to tip you $20 for kindly bringing the Champagne up to us, but instead, would you prefer to feel up my girlfriend's tits as your tip?"

The smile on Candice's face quickly vanished. "Now wait a minute....I didn't agree to this..."

"You see Eric, girls always play hard to get. But at the same time, they spend so much time each day putting on make-up, getting their hair nice, carefully selecting the right clothes to catch a man's eye but also with just enough prudishness to make us think they are not interested. They wear nice perfumes to attract us. When they are alone they talk to other girls about sex, about how they like to fuck, about the size of the ex-boyfriend's cock. They watch porn. They masturbate. They wear bras to make their tits look good. They love to fuck as much as we do. But they play this silly hard to get game. So Eric, when you want something, you just ask for it, or better still, just do it. Women like men who take charge, who don't fall for their bullshit. Now, go up to Candice, and tell her what you want."

Eric looked a little nervous, but he walked over to Candice.

“Go on,” I encouraged. “Tell her what you want.”

"Show me your tits," he said, quietly.

"No," replied Candice. "Now get our before I call Mr Scott."

Eric looked at me, not sure what to do. I nodded. "She said 'no', Eric. A woman has said no to you. What are you going to do about that?"

Eric took a step closer to Candice. I was just a couple of feet away. Candice backed off and Eric moved in closer still.

"Show me your tits," he demanded again. "Now. Get them out so I can feel them."

"No...no....I don't want to do that." She backed away again and felt the wall behind her. Eric moved towards her again, but this time put his hands to her robe and pulled it open, exposing her tits and pussy. She quickly tried to close the garment, but he was too strong, and he pinned her arms to the wall. He moved in to press his body against hers.

"Fuck you," she called out to me. "Fuck you."

I walked over to the bedside table and calmly picked up the hand cuffs.

"Eric, I am going to restrain her from behind, and then you can have her tits, OK?' I walked over to the struggling couple and managed, with a little help from Eric, to cuff her hands behind her back.

"Now Candice, calm down. You said you wanted me to treat you like Monica. Believe me, this is nothing compared to what I would do to her. Now Eric, squeeze her tits as hard as you want. You can slap them, suck them, pinch them, do whatever you want."

And he did just that. She never took her scathing eyes off me while he enjoyed her body.

"Eric - you can slap her tits much harder than that. She likes it hard, don't you Candice? Now slap them as hard as you can. You have all of the power, Eric. You are in control. Look how hard her nipples are, Eric. She is loving it."

Eric raised his hand and brought it down hard to make a pleasing smack sound, and Candice took a sharp intake of breath, but it was not hard enough.

"Eric - step back a bit. Are you OK for time, by the way? I don't want the hotel to wonder where you are."

"I'm Ok for a few more minutes.'

"OK. Look - here's how to slap a girl's tits who has just said 'no' to you. When they say no you must exert your authority, else they will start their bullshit again, OK? Watch."

I looked at Candice, and she genuinely look scared. Her beautiful, full tits were reddening under Eric's attention. I slowly raised my hand over my right shoulder and brought it down with as much force as I could, striking her right tit hard on one side. She cried out and instinctively bent forwards, her face clenched in pain. I pulled on her hair so she stood back up straight. She didn't look very happy, that's for sure. I smacked her again, this time hard on her left tit. She squealed but was able to stay upright. I pinched a nipple and whispered in her ear "I can't wait for my cock to fuck your tits."

"Eric, take over while I drink some of this nice Champagne."

I sat down and enjoyed the cool, refreshing drink. I stroked my cock as I casually watched Eric play with Candice’s tits. She quickly learnt that if she turned away or tried to move away from his mouth, he slapped her tits really hard, so she looked at me, and took his attentions. He leaned down to suck them, and lick them, and feel them roughly with his hands, some more slapping, more licking, biting, sucking and then more slapping, harder than before.

"Eric - I want you to tell her that she must apologize for saying ‘no’ to you."

"Tell me you are sorry for not showing me your tits when I asked you to."

"I am sorry," she said.

"For what?" I called out.

"I am sorry for not showing you my tits when you asked me to. It won't happen again."

"Good. And if Eric wants to feel your tits again, he can just help himself, right?"

"Yes."

"OK, Eric. Thank you very much. I am going to fuck Candice's mouth now. Please go and tell the rest of the staff what a slut the bride in room 517 is."

"OK, thank you. I enjoyed that." He walked off, taking one last, lustful eyeful at Candice.

I went over to Candice and slid a finger up her pussy. She was soaking. I put it in her mouth for her to suck clean.

"You loved it, you dirty little girl!"

"No - it hurt too much, you fucker."

"You said back in my office that you wanted me to treat you like Monica, as some sort of fantasy of yours, but you can't handle it." I undid her cuffs, pulled her gown completely off and told her to get on the bed, face up. "But I think you loved it. I think you loved showing off your tits to Eric. I bet you would have sucked his cock if I asked you to. No - not like that - other way - turn around. I want your head on the edge of the foot of the bed."

I went over and turned the camera back on.

"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you Candice?"

"Yes."

"You want me to hurt your tits while I fuck you, don't you Candice?"

"Yes, a little, but not as much as just now."

"I am going to tie your hands now to the posts at the foot of the bed. You want me to do that?"

"Yes, I do. Then I want you to put that gorgeous cock of yours in my mouth. I don’t want you to do anything like that again. I am not going to show my body off to men I do not know. "

I securely tied her wrists to either post, wrapping her wrists in the leather bindings, and pulled her down the bed a little so her head was just over the foot of the bed. I got my glass of champagne and stood over her face, so that my cock was directly above her mouth. I took a decent gulp of the drink and stroked my cock while I looked at her naked body in front of me, her arms out stretched either side of her, her legs parted a little, her lovely tits moving up and down to her breath, her mouth, open and waiting to be filled.

I put the glass down and picked up the riding crop. I leant forward, pushed my cock down into her mouth and paused to enjoy her teasing suction to my cockhead. I then pushed in further so that three quarters of my length was now sliding past her lips. I reached to pinch one of her nipples and then pushed again, so that now she had all of me. My balls rested against the tip of her nose. I felt her begin to retch, and I pulled out just a little, just enough to calm her down, and the pushed in again, deep into her throat. I pushed hard enough so that her head pressed against the mattress. I heard her breathing quickly through her nose. She knew what to do, and I smiled to myself that I was in the hands – or should I say mouth- of a cock sucking expert.

"That's good, Candice. I am going to hold my cock there for another 30 seconds. Open your legs a little, wider, a bit wider. That's it. Now, I am going to pull my cock out a little bit now so that you can suck me easier, and then I am going to throat fuck you as hard as I can. Remember, each time I fuck out, you suck." I tapped the riding crop lightly against her pussy, and then as I forced my cock into her throat I cracked the leather down harder on to her.

My hips began to rock back and forth and my cock began it's lustful, merciless journey once more. I smacked the crop down all over her chest and pussy as I fucked, hurting her tits again, her thighs, her stomach and her tender sex.

"You're doing so good, Candice. I love fucking that pretty mouth of yours. Do you like getting fucked hard in the mouth, Candice?"

She nodded and mumbled something I didn't understand. I whipped her tits a little harder, and I felt her flinch in pain, and then ten, fifteen, twenty hard smacks on her pussy. I reached forward with the crop and slid the thicker, leather bound handle deep into her cunt so my hands were free to play and squeeze her tits.

"Suck me harder, Candy. I am going to pinch your nipples hard until I can feel you sucking harder." I took the erect buds into my fingers and squeezed them, pinching hard with my finger nails. My cock continue to savage her mouth, fucking her on and on, relentless and demanding.

Globs of spit foamed and slipped over her face. Her eyes were shut tight. I could feel her tongue frantically lapping my cock, trying to please me. Her lips tried to grip my cock head on withdrawal to get just a split second of suction before I rammed back into her. I squeezed her tits hard, loving their firmness and size, and then I pulled out, and watched her gasp for breath, her chest heaving, her mouth swallowing lungfuls of precious air. I rubbed my hard cock over her wet face. I rubbed my balls over her wet face. I slapped my hard cock on her wet face.

"You’re such a hot cock sucker, Candy."  I poured some champagne over her face to clean off her spit, and kissed her.

"I love sucking your cock."

“We would have been so good together.”

“But you prefer Tracy, don’t you? You want her the most. I know. I can see it when you fuck her.”

I climbed on the bed so that I was in the missionary position, my erection pulsating with desire, and slid the wet crop out of her pussy. I put the handle in her mouth for her to lick clean, and then placed the length of the crop between her teeth.

"If you drop that crop I am going to get Eric back up here."

I kneeled between her open legs and slid my cock into her open pussy and began to fuck her, with slow, deliberate strokes,  my hands enjoying her smooth thighs and up to knead her gently swaying tits. Her head hung over the edge of the bed, and she lay silent, her teeth biting hard on the crop, her eyes closed as my smooth thrusts rippled through her body, savoring the exquisite sensations of sex. My efforts increased, pushing my cock deeper, faster and harder into her and the first satisfying moans of lust escaped her lips.

I took the crop from her mouth and cracked it several times against each tit. She arched her back up, pushing her nipples into the pain, losing herself to the extreme sensations that her body yearned for.

I leaned over her, squeezing her tits, kissing and licking her neck. I whispered into her ear the stream of abuse she wanted to hear.

"You're such a fucking cheap cunt, Candice. You know Tom will never fuck you as hard as this. You will be begging me to fuck you again by the end of the week. You will wake up every morning and wish it was me in your mouth and not him. You need cock every day. Do you want it every day, Candice?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want to get fucked every day. I love hard cock so much. So fucking much."

"Are you a cock sucking slut, Candice?"

"Yes. Please fuck me harder. I'm coming. Oh god."

Just as she came I playfully slapped her face and bit into her tits. And then her body shuddered and tensed into the come. She moaned and thrashed against the restraints holding her wrists to the bed. I fucked harder. I put both of my hands on her tits and leaned on her, straightening my legs, plunging my hard shaft into her soaking cunt, enthralled by her come face, her deep, unbridled sounds, her hips desperately searching for more cock, for more fucking, rocking back and forth onto me.

Her cries grew louder and I fucked harder.

“Oh fucking god. Yes. Fuck me. My god. Your cock. Jesus. Fuck me, fuck me, just fuck me.”

I had to slow. I just had to, I was tiring and didn’t want to come yet. Still inside her and instinctively fucking, I loosened the straps so she could break free of the bed.

"Get on top of me so I can watch your tits bounce."

We quickly changed positions and Candice eagerly lowered herself back onto me. I squeezed her thighs and told her to  ride me, so that she could show me what a good fuck she is.

I reached over for my mobile. "Call him."

Without interrupting her rhythm, she one thumbed Tom's number and looked at me while his phone rang, her face awash with sex.

"Hi darling, it's me."

"Put him on speaker." She did.

"Hi Tom. I'm fucking your soon to be wife right now. Her cunt is so nice and tight, and I am really enjoying feeling up her tits. She's riding me hard. She’s on top of me, riding my cock, Tom. She’s so desperate for it. Her tits are bouncing. She is coming again and again. She is telling me how much she loves my cock. How bad she wants it, Tom. Thing is, I am going to pull my cock out now and come over her face."

"Tom," gasped Candice. "Tom. Do you want Mr Fleming to come over my face?"

There was a slight pause, and then a weak "Yes".

"That's good, darling. I want his come over me. I want my face covered in his come… I am riding him hard now, darling. His hands are all over my tits. He can't stop feeling them. He made me do such a naughty thing earlier, Tom. He fucked my ass. He fucked my ass, Tom!  I have been such a naughty girl.....God his cock. Is so good. I'm coming again, Tom. I'm coming... ah...ah…oh God....oh God. He’s made me come so many times. His cock is so fucking gooooood."

She turned my phone off and threw it over to the other side of the hotel room, threw her head back and impaled herself to another orgasm. I fucked up into her, matching her rhythm, and stroked her legs, her thighs, and smothered her tits with my hands, loving them and enjoying them.

“Candice – you must stop. I am so close.”

She climbed off me and shuffled to the edge of the bed, sitting, and parted her legs. I raced off the bed and  stood in front of her, presenting my painfully hard cock to her face.

She looked up at me standing over her, her hand stroking my shaft, up and down, up and down, loving me, loving my cock, my balls, her mouth open, so sexy, so fucking sexy, her eyes on mine, making me come, making me come now. She raised herself so she could briefly rub her tits against my cock, and then sucked me beyond her lips.

I thrust my hips and fucked urgently into her mouth, coming again, coming hard. A pulsating orgasm, squirting my come into her mouth and over her face. I called her a cock sucking whore. I called her as ass fucking slut. I clasped her head and pumped into her, draining my balls once more.

The next day

I woke up to Candice sucking my morning hard on. It's really the only way to wake up. I gently held her head and enjoyed her love.

"Mmmm. Candice. That's very nice of you. Is this how you will be waking Tom up from now on?"

"I doubt it,” she said.

“Why are you marrying him, Candy?”

“I don’t really know. I am getting older…. nobody better has really come along. And his parents are stinking rich!”

We laughed at her last comment, but there was a sadness to her voice. I looked at my watch and saw it was nearly nine o'clock.

"What time is the wedding?"

"At one - I have about four hours of being single left. I really should make a move. My parents will be expecting me around now, I suppose." She cupped my balls and swirled her tongue over my cockhead, and then took me in completely for more of her wonderful sucking. I raised my hips to ensure as much of my cock was in her mouth as I could, and settled back into the sheets and thought of our wonderful sex the previous night.

My ecstasy was jarred by a sudden knock on the door. Candice came up off my cock and began running her hand up and down my hard length.

"Who is it?"

"Delivery for Miss Candice."

"Jesus. What shitty timing. I  was rather enjoying myself there." I reluctantly pulled her off me and put on my gown to answer the door. "Probably the first batch of flowers, " I muttered, and opened the door.

There was Eric, with two of his mates.

"I brought a couple of buddies. They want to see Candice's tits. Can we come in?"

"Yes. Of course. Do come in."

I looked at Candice's appalled face, now huddling herself beneath the sheets.

"What is this? Is this something you have organized?"

"No."

Eric walked over to the side of the bed. "Candice - get out of bed right now. My friends want to see your tits."

"Eric. Please. It's my wedding day today. I have to get ready and need to leave very soon."

Eric reached for the bedding and roughly pulled it off the naked girl. She struggled briefly and tried her best to cover herself with her hands and arms.

"Please. Leave me alone. Help me," she implored, looking at me.

"Sure. Can I get you a coffee?" I asked, my wry humor clearly not appreciated.

"Get out of bed. Stand up, put your hands behind your head and show me and my pussy starved friends here your tits. Then I want you to nicely ask us to feel them. Do it now."

"C'mon Candice. Show us," urged one of the two teenagers.

"The sooner we get our hands on your tits, the sooner you can go and get hitched," reasoned the other.

Candice looked at me again, but saw I wasn't going to help. I was already sitting down, starting a new game of Carcassonne on my iPad and ready to watch the drama unfold.

"It's extremely rude to keep a man waiting, let alone three of them," I said, looking briefly up into her pained face. "I thought we went over all of this last night. Now be a sport, Monica, and do what Eric asks. It's not an unreasonable request, is it?"

"Please. Not now. I can come back tomorrow if you would like. I'm getting married today. Please leave me alone." She was still naked on the bed, still protecting herself with her arms and hands.

"Candice. You are beginning to annoy me, " I said, getting up from my chair. "Now get up out of bed, and do as Eric asks. Now, please."

She didn't move.

I went over to the side of the bed and handed Eric the riding crop.

"Strike her with this. Don't stop until she begs you to stroke your cocks so that you all come over her tits. Then she will ask you permission to massage all of your come into herself, and she will get married with your come on her tits. Understood?"

Eric and friends smiled, but there was now a more serious look on their faces, knowing that this beautiful woman was soon going to be giving them all handjobs. I sat back down and watched Eric practice whooshing the crop through the air. Suddenly, with no warning, he brought the leather down hard onto Candice's exposed stomach. The sharp sound and Candice's yelp snapped the room into sharp focus. I could tell she was surprised at the jolt of pain. The other boys just stood there, stunned at what they had just seen.

"Alright. Please. Please just stop. Please," she begged. "I will do it. Just stop."

Eric whacked her again, but not as hard. "Bitch," he said. "You should do as you are told. While you are stroking my friend's cocks you will suck mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Good lad, I thought. Finally getting the hang of things.

Candice shuffled out of bed, allowing her full tits to spring into clear view. She kneeled down in front of them and quickly looked at me, winking away from their gaze. But I saw it. And I knew then she was loving playing the whore.

"Open your knees to we can see your pussy," said Eric, calmly. She did as she was told. There was a moment's silence while the boys soaked up her gorgeous tits and smooth cunt.

And then Candice spoke.

"Please feel my tits. Please come and squeeze them so that I make your cocks hard. Then please put your cocks into my hands and mouth so that I can stroke them and suck them so that you all come over me. I want you to come over my tits, please."

The boys shuffled closer to her, and began to put their eager hands onto her body. The groped and squeezed and pinched her tits. Fingers went into her mouth, and she sucked on them. One of the boys took his hard cock out, and the others quickly did the same. Candice reached up and began to lovingly stroke them, running her soft hands around and down the hard, erect flesh, teasing and pleasuring. Her tits were beginning to hurt. They were being mauled by the boys, with no care in the world for her feelings. One of them pinched a nipple, which made her flinch. Another slapped a tit. They started calling her names, just like the guys in the office would abuse Monica. They called her a cunt and a whore. Eric's cock pushed into her mouth and she began to suck.

From where I sat I could not see much except for a row of jerking hips. I could hear the boys were enjoying themselves and Candice gagged occasionally on Eric's cock. The ascent to the boys' orgasm was swift

Eric came first, pulling out of her suction and then masturbating himself to come over her tits.

"May I please spread your come all over my tits, Eric?"

He nodded his approval, but just as he did his two friends began to come and moments later Candice was massaging three loads of come into her glorious, heaving tits.

"Thank you for coming over me," said Candice, her chest glistening with a thick coating of come. The boys tucked their cocks back into their trousers, nodded to me and left.

Candice looked at me, still naked, on her knees, her pussy exposed, her chest rising for breath. "You are such a fuck. It's my fucking wedding day!"

"You'd better start getting ready for your wedding, Candice. Put your dress on and I will drive you over to your parents' house. Will any of your bridesmaids need my cock up their ass before the ceremony?"

She stood up and threw a sheet from the bed around her. "It's my fucking wedding day! Can't you think of anything else apart from sex?" She laughed.

"Now, all of your slutty behaviour has got me hard again. Before we go I am going to fuck you  again. Get on the bed and offer yourself to me."

A long silence.

"I need to have a quick shower first. I cannot do anything like this, smelling of come."

"Actually...you are. I want you to get married to Tom with all of that teenager come over your tits. And when you fuck him tonight he can lick it all off for you. He probably won't even realise what he's doing. Besides, I did promise him that when he kisses you he will be tasting my come on your lips…"

I went over to her, pushed her onto the bed. I spat onto my cock, flipped her over and pulled her back so her legs were off the edge of the bed. I stood  between them, bent forwards slightly and began forcing my cock back into her ass once more.

“Ah…that hurts…easy..”

I rammed in, pulled her hair back with one hand, slapped her thighs with the other and began to savage her ass.

Chapter 34: Fetch

I could hear laughing and fooling around before I even got out of the elevator. I turned the corner into reception and saw Tracy and Candice playing with Monica. The girls were throwing a toy bone across the floor and Monica was, naked and on all fours, shuffling off as fast as she could to retrieve it.

“Good doggie!” exclaimed Tracy, when Monica scampered back and dropped the bone from her mouth at her feet. Monica waved her ass, and her dog tail plug wagged in the air.

I walked towards them and Candice sheepishly caught my eye.

“Morning, Mr Fleming!” said Tracy, and tossed the bone away, loving the sight on Monica scampering after it once more. I kissed her on the cheek and then went to Candice, to kiss her.

“Enjoy your wedding?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I did.”

“It was thrilling to watch you get married, knowing my come was in your ass.”

“It was. I never squeezed it out. It was there. Just like you wanted.”

“I loved fucking your ass. I want to fuck it again. Soon.” And I pulled away before she could say anything else. “So what do we have here? A new office pet?”

“Here, girl,” enthused Tracy, tapping her lap, encouraging Monica to come over.

“Are you enjoying playing fetch, Monica?” I asked.

“Woof,” she said

“We have its bowls down here – dried dog food - the wet tinned stuff stinks - and a bowl of toilet bowl water.”

I looked down by Tracy’s desk and saw two chrome dog bowls.

“She is eating that stuff?”

“Monica! Snack time!” said Tracy, enthusiastically.

Monica went over on all fours, took in a couple of mouthfuls of dog food and then drank heavily on the water.

“Good girl,” I said.

Candice came over with a leash in her hand and snapped it onto Monica’s collar.

“Time to suck cock, Monica,” she said.

“Woof!”

“Would you like to suck your master’s cock?”

“Woof!” Monica wagged her ass.

“Beg for it! C’mon girl, beg!”

Monica kneeled on her feet, placed her ass close to the floor and raised her hands, arms bent, up by her shoulders in the classic doggy begging position. She stuck her tongue and began to pant like a dog.

I laughed, and patted her on the head. “Good girl, Monica. Who’s a good girl?”

“Woof!”

“We need to talk, Mr Fleming,’ said Candice.  “I have someone ready.”

“Oh, good.”

Candice walked towards my office, Monica by her side, held close to Candice’s legs by the leash, her plastic dog tail plug moving side to side as she moved.

“Tracy – cancel all of Monica’s bookings for the next month or so. I want her like this for as long as we can. Get her a dog blanket by your desk and she can rest there. If anyone wants to fuck her they will have to come up here, fuck her here right next to you. Ass or mouth only. She is not to experience any cock near that pussy of hers. And they will need to bring a dog treat for her too as a reward if she was a satisfying fuck.”

“Of course, Mr Fleming.”

“One of Mr Chung’s men are bringing over a cage later on. She is to sleep in that overnight. She is not to leave the office now. We are going to break her. Completely break her. Preferably before her year is up.”

I walked into my office behind Candice and Monica, sat down in my chair and watched, amused, while Candice put the new dog through her paces.

“Stay!” Monica hunkered down low on the floor, her eyes always on Candice. She walked to the other side of my office, said “Heel!” and then we both pissed ourselves laughing as Monica bounded across the floor to be at Candice’s side, brushing her body against Candice’s calves.

Candice came over to me and unzipped my fly. “Hello again,” she cooed, pulling out my cock. “Go on girl! Suck him!” Monica raced over to me on all fours. And I enjoyed my first blowjob ever by a dog.

Chapter 35 : The New Arrival

"Maria - come in. Do sit down."

"Thank you Mr Fleming."

"You have been with us for three weeks now as Valerie's replacement and I just wanted to make sure everything was going well for you." I looked at the pretty Mexican girl, her dark hair flowing just over her shoulders, her large breasts filling up her white cotton shirt, her lovely olive skin, just slightly darker than to Monica's.

"Is everything going OK? I know a new job can sometimes be a little scary."

"Everything is OK. Thank you."

“You are enjoying our corporate culture?”

She paused. “It’s certainly very different to what I am used to Mr Fleming.” She had to walk past the leashed Monica to get to my office.

“You understand why Monica is being treated like that?”

“Yes. I understand. I would do same, if anyone stole from me. And her choice, yes?”

“Oh you would do the same, would you? And yes, this is her choice. She wants this. She can leave anytime. Stop anytime.”

She smiled, nervously, and cast her eyes down allowing me a few more precious seconds of staring at her tits again.

I pushed ahead.

“I was just talking to Mr Paulson and Mr White earlier. We couldn’t decide who has the most fuckable tits in the office, you or Ashley.”

“Mr Fleming. Please do not talk to me this way.”

“I think it’s you.”

She looked down, embarrassed.

“I think you have the best tits in the office, Maria. Certainly the most fuckable.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming, but please….”

“If I had the opportunity, Maria, I would love to fuck and then come over your tits. Would you like me to do that?”

“Mr Fleming. Please stop.”

“Alright, Maria. Let’s try this from another angle, shall we? Some news has reached me about your mother, and since this may affect you I wanted to be sure you were aware of the situation."

"Oh? What have you heard?"

"Her immigration application, 12 years ago. Did you know she lied on it?"

Maria fell silent. She closed her eyes and thought about what I had just said..

"Did Candice tell you this?"

I didn't reply.

"Is that what she does for you, Mr Fleming? She finds bad history for you?"

"I have no idea what you mean, Maria."

"I think you do, Mr Fleming. I think you know what I mean. Candice employs only nice girl who all need help. So you can help them. So they let you have sex. Or maybe you blackmail them, Mr Fleming."

"Maria, we know your mother was convicted of drug trafficking 26 years ago, before she married your father. It seems she used a fake maiden name on her immigration application and was granted a visa to live and work in this country. This is a very serious crime."

"I have boyfriend, Mr Fleming."

"And as you know, our company can help your mother, should this information ever come to the attention of the authorities. Since you are a trusted and loyal employee of this company we could offer our services at a very reduced rate...."

"You will help her, and then you want me to have sex with you. Yes?"

Maria looked at me, her eyes unfocussed, her brain working out the implications, her face showing a hint of anger. I allowed a few seconds to pass.

"Maria. I think we both understand the situation."

She didn't reply.

"Maria - I want you to unbutton your shirt, pull it open and show me your tits. I will not ask you again."

"Is this when girls break down and cry? And come over to you and have your dick in her mouth?"

I didn't say a word. I loved these moments. These decisive moments. Would she? Wouldn't she? I could feel the familiar tingle begin to race through my cock.

"My boyfriend will be angry." She didn’t storm out of my office.

"I don't have all day, Maria. I have clients to see this afternoon."

“Do I have a choice?”

"Of course you do, Maria. I wonder which course you will take. Now, sit up straighter, Maria. It will make your tits look a little nicer. If you girls want men to take more notice of your tits, you really should learn about posture."

She straightened her back.

"If you want to prevent your mother from being deported, Maria, there is only one way this is going to work. And that is my way. Does your boyfriend like to fuck your tits?"

She didn’t say anything.

"Answer me. Does your boyfriend like to fuck your tits?"

"Yes."

"And how does he like to do that? Are you on the bed pushing your tits together for him?"

"No."

"How does he like it?"

"I am kneeling."

"Look, Maria. You do this or you don't. You are boring me. Let's try and get into the swing of things, shall we? Try and make it a bit more fun."

"This is not fun for me."

I pressed my phone to Candice's office.

"Candice. It's me. I am with Maria. Care to come up to my office?....... OK."

I turned to my terminal and glanced over a few emails in my inbox. The one from White wanting Monica this weekend for his friend's 30th birthday party I forwarded to Tracy with a 'no'. Monica was staying with me this weekend, as my pet dog. A few moments later Candice tapped on the window and came into my office.

"What's going on?" she said, looking at Maria.

"Maria doesn’t want to play ball. Do you have anything else on her?"

Candice went over to Maria.

"Not much. Her cousin is here illegally. Her parents are stable apart from the fraudulent entry into the country by her mother. No brothers or sisters."

"The boyfriend?"

"Pretty clean. But…...” Candice looked through her notes. “You are in debt, Maria. Big time.”

No reply.

“You have no assets, a car payment, $27,000 on three credit cards.” Candice flipped over the papers. “Just over $40,000 owing in college debt. And your mother has no money either. She’s broke. At her age, Maria – nothing saved for retirement. That’s not good, is it?”

“Maria – I think, deep down, you are up for this. I sense it. I can see it in your fake looks of disgust. Thing is, I really want to fuck your ass. And those tits. And that lovely, pretty mouth of yours. And I think, just based on the fact that you have not gotten up and walked out of my office that you want me to do those things to you. What do you think, Candice? Would you like to see my cock deep inside Maria’s ass?”

“I would, Mr Fleming.”

“And Maria – would you like to feel my cock deep inside your ass? And between those tits of yours?”

No reply, so I took that as a ‘yes’.

“So here is what I am going to do. I am going to pay you to play. If you perform as well as I know you can, and if everyone is satisfied with how you fuck, and how you suck, and how you lick all of the pussy we give you, and how willingly you make yourself available to our needs, at the end of the year. I will give you a performance related bonus of $175,000. That will pay off everything and get you on the right road.”

“$175,000 for a whole year?”

“Yes, Maria. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.” She looked down, but I saw her quick smile.

“We have never had to pay before,” cautioned Candice. “Are you sure?”

“You have never let me down, before, Candice. Alice first and now this.”

Candice looked down, embarrassed. “It will not happen again, Mr Fleming. I am sorry. I have been able to provide girls to you for many years, but recently I have made mistakes. And I am still working on Alice. I am sure she will come around to our way.”

“Tell Maria our secret, Candice.”

“Mr Fleming….”

I just looked at her, challenging, a wry smile. She paused, for five or six seconds.

“Maria – only Mr Fleming is allowed to fuck my ass.”

I turned back to the girl for sale and saw her trying to suppress another smile.

“Tell Maria when I can fuck your ass, Candice.”

“Maria, Mr Fleming can fuck my ass whenever he wants to.”

“I hope you understand how things work around here a bit better now Maria. I will give you the same choice I gave to Monica - you can walk away right now, and we will forget this conversation ever happened, and you can say your farewells to your mother. Or you stay, take off your shirt and show me your big, fuckable tits." But I knew she was going to do this. I just knew.

“$175,000, guaranteed? And you help my mamma?”

“If you perform as we expect, of course.”

“Do you pay Monica?”

“No. But you are not like her, are you? I think you are going to rather enjoy all of this attention you will be receiving.”

She didn’t answer. I took that as ‘yes’.

Maria turned to look at Candice. And stood up. She undid her shirt and let it fall to the floor, and then unhooked her bra, revealing her full, cock enticing tits. Candice smiled approvingly. She walked over to her and felt her up, squeezing her, her nipples and enjoying each tits' weight and size.

"Very good, Maria. Very nice. We are going to take make sure your mamma is safe, and we will fix her paperwork," soothed Candice as she played with her gorgeous figure. "Your tits are quite wonderful. Nice full DD cups, are they? Thought so. I hope I get to see them with Mr Fleming's come all over them very soon. Now, I want you to take off the rest of your clothes and go over to him, get on your knees and open your mouth."

I went over to them, and released my cock from my trousers and looked down on the now kneeling Maria, her eyes wide, her mouth open.

"Stroke him, Maria. Stroke his lovely, hard cock."

I soon felt her soft hand on me, and relished her touch, closing my eyes into the sexual sensations.

"Maria, you will always put in maximum effort to make the experience as pleasurable as possible. Failure to satisfy completely will result in a loss of your bonus pay. Mr Simmonds is the manager of your department, isn't he? You will become very acquainted with his large cock, Maria."

Candice looked at me as if she was about to say something, but didn’t.

I stood there for a minute or two, and enjoyed her soft hand exploring my cock, my balls. Candice leaned into me and we kissed, my hands roaming over her breasts.

"Does your boyfriend complement you on your tight pussy?" I asked.

Maria didn't reply.

"You will answer all of my questions, Maria. Without fail. You will answer them honestly and fully. I do not want single word answers. Now. Does your boyfriend complement you on your tight pussy?"

"He says he enjoys me. I tells me that he loves being inside me."

"How often does he fuck you?"

"I sleep with him only at the weekends. We have sex then. Maybe two or three times."

"Do you suck him?" asked Candice.

"Yes."

“Do you like sucking his cock?” continued Candice. “Can you get all of him in your mouth?”

“That’s such a private thing to ask..”

“Answer her,” I said.

“Yes, I enjoy him in my mouth. I can take most of him. Sometimes he forces himself into me and make me cough.”

"Do you let him fuck your ass?"

"Sometimes, yes. He likes that."

"Do you like getting it in the ass?"

"If he is gentle, yes. Sometimes I like it."

"Do you suck him so hard that he comes in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Did you like me feeling your tits?" asked Candice.

"No girl has touched me like this. I like it, but I like man more. Mr Fleming, are you going to hurt me? Like you do with Monica?" her hand continued to glide over my hard cock, exploring and enjoying.

"You have not tried to steal from me, Maria. I have absolutely no intention of hurting you. I will be fucking you hard, in your mouth, your pussy and your ass, every day.”

She smiled. Again.

“I think the money excites you more than protecting your mother, doesn’t it? Candice - why don't you get a few of the guys into the conference room, so they can all get to know Maria and her fuckable tits a little better."

"Yes of course, Mr Fleming."

"And get Tracy to order in some food. We may as well make an evening of it."

"Absolutely," smiled Candice, and walked off to see Tracy, who had been watching the proceedings from her desk with Monica lapping between her legs.

"Maria - smother my cock with your tits, and rub yourself against me. Keep looking up at me, with your mouth open. That's it. Very nice. Very nice, Maria. You have such lovely tits that we will all be enjoying. Ahhhh. That's nice. So nice. Are you going to be my tit whore?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I will be your tit whore. But…."

“But what?”

“The money – can I have now?” She gently rubbed her tits side to side over my raging erection.

“How much?”

“$100,00?”

“No. I will give you $10,000 per month paid at the end of each month on top of your usual salary, dependent completely on your performance. As you disappoint money will be deducted. Do you agree?”

“Yes. Alright. That is fair.”

“You are going to be paid to fuck, Maria. Does that excite you?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

"Your tits feel so nice against my cock. I can tell you have done this lots of times before. I now know that your boyfriend fucks your tits a lot, doesn't he? Coming all over them. Do you rub his come into your tits when he has finished using you?"

"Yes."

"Mmmmm. So nice. I am going to so enjoy having you around, Maria. I will love watching you fuck my clients, and making them come all over you. Spit down onto my cock, Maria. Let's make it a little smoother. Very good. Keep fucking my cock with those big, slutty tits of yours. That's so nice. You have made me so hard. So hard, Maria. Do you like my hard cock?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to suck on it now?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please."

"Ask me. Ask me to do it. Ask me nicely."

"May I please suck on your cock now, Mr Fleming?"

I pushed myself forward into her open mouth and allowed her to just suck on my cock head.

"Keep those lovely dark eyes on me, Maria. Keep looking up at me. Suck me nice and hard. Love my cock like you do your boyfriends'. Ahhhh. That's nice, Maria. Now in a moment I am going to fuck my cock all of the way in. Do you think you can handle me?"

She nodded.

“You do want me to fuck your mouth, don’t you, Maria?”

She nodded again, her eyes wide.

"Alrighty then. Here we go. You're such a good girl."

I eased my hips forwards and slid my length over her tongue and into her wet mouth, holding it there to enjoy her reflexive struggles. She did well. Pulling back just a little, but then easing forward again, to take all of me. I reached both hands behind her head and pulled her onto me. A nice gag. A little choking.  A lovely sensation up my cock. After ten or so seconds I slowly pulled my cock back, and then surged forward again, and began a nice, deep throat fuck. My cock slid easily over her spittle and to the top of her throat. Her frightened eyes made me harder, wanting to go deeper, but I kept my rhythm, measuring and noting her limits, when and how she gagged, how much she could take.

"You are doing very well, Maria. Your mouth is better than most girls' cunts. I am going to fuck you a little harder now. Is that OK? Then I will let you get your breath back and slide my wet cock back between your tits and fuck your chest. And then we will start again back into your throat. Sound like a plan?"

She nodded.

"Good girl. Here we go then."

I gripped my hands tighter behind her head and fucked my cock in to her mouth as hard as I could, fucking her like this for maybe ten, long, brutal minutes. My balls slapped against her, her gagging and retching echoed around my office, her saliva ran down her face onto her tits. I slowly inched my cock out, and slid back into her soft, spit drenched, tit valley. She sucked in the air and wiped her face clean with her shaking hand, and pushed her tits together around my rigid shaft to please me again, to excite me once more.

"You're doing so well, Maria. Good work. You are so good at sucking cock. So good. I can see some of the other senior staff making their way into the conference room. I am going to fuck your throat a few more times and then we will join them, so you can show them your tits. Would you like to do that? Show off your tits?"

"Yes."

"Yes what, Maria? I will deduct money if you keep on like this. You know what I want to hear."

"Yes I want to show off these tits to other staff."

"Tell me who you are and that you are my dirty little tit whore."

"My name is Maria and I am your dirty little tit whore."

“Again.”

"My name is Maria and I am your dirty little tit whore."

“Again, but louder.”

"MY NAME IS MARIA AND I AM YOUR DIRTY LITTLE TIT WHORE."

While I engaged her with my questions, she kept her tits pushed together, and rubbed them around my cock, always gently moving up and down, keeping me hard.

“I own your tits now, Maria. They belong to me. Are you excited about that?”

“Yes. I am excited that the tits now belong to you.”

“When you dress in the mornings you will think only of what will excite my cock.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I will only wear tight clothes so my body look good for you.”

"You have known for years that men have no interest in anything you say, they just want to look at and feel your tits. Isn't that right?"

"Yes. It is. I have known for long time."

"And you like it that way, don't you? Just a pair of great tits to look at. That's all you are to men."

"Yes. I like it that men just see me as pair of tits.  I didn’t know you wanted all of this. To make me feel humiliated and say these bad things. I thought just sex. It will take me time to get used to these things.”

"We are just playing, Maria, that’s all. Just teasing you. We are transferring the sexual power from you to us. It excites men to say these things to a highly sexual woman like you. Now, show me your mouth. Come on. Head up. That's a good girl. Would you like me to take a photo of you with my cock in your throat, so we can send it to your boyfriend?"

“No, Mr Fleming. I love him and do not want him to know.”

“OK. Well, I don’t want to upset him, so you had better suck nice and hard, OK?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I will do those things for you.”

“Are you enjoying yourself, Maria?”

She paused, trying to understand the new rules of her life.

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I am enjoying myself.”

I undid all of my clothing, carefully and calmly folded it in my office chair and walked naked into the conference room, my hard cock leading the way. Maria followed. Paulson. Simmonds. Candice. Tracy. And already bent over the conference table was Monica, getting fucked in the ass by White. He was standing behind her and pulling on her leash to make it uncomfortable for her.

“You loving the cock, Monica?” I asked.

“Woof!”

Maria walked in behind me to a round of applause and a few cheers.

"OK, everybody, let's get everyone undressed and start the party! Maria - be a good girl and introduce yourself and ask them if they would like to squeeze those tits. That's right. Help yourself everybody - Maria wants us to feel her up, right Maria?"

"Yes. I want all of you to feel my tits."

Immediately Simmonds and Paulson went over to her and ran their hands over her body, feeling and squeezing her tight flesh. Everybody wanted to play with her tits. Everybody.

"Hello, Mr Paulson. My name is Maria, and I am Mr Fleming's new tit whore. Hello, Mr Simmonds, I am Mr Fleming's tit whore. Please help yourself to my tits whenever you want to."

"Candice! What did you dig up on her? Don't tell me - she's a fucking illegal alien!"

"No, Mr Paulson," said Candice, undoing her bra and tossing it over her dress on the floor, "It’s a little more complicated than that..”

"Regardless, Candice. Nice work. You have very nice tits, Maria. They look so big hanging like that. Very rude of you to keep them away from us for so long," said Paulson, "You see what Mr White is doing to Monica? I want you to get in the same position and beg me to fuck you."

Maria watched Monica and White briefly, stood up, bent herself over the table and raised her ass up, offering herself to the two erect cocks in need of attention.

"Please fuck me, Mr Paulson."

Paulson rested his hand on her lower back and rubbed his cock over Maria's ass.

"Actually, Maria, get down to the end of the table, face up, hang one leg off the table's edge, and turn your head to the edge so Mr Simmonds can fuck his cock into your mouth."

Maria did just that, and a few moments later Paulson thrust his cock into her pussy and Simmonds grabbed her tits and began jack knifing his cock into her mouth.

I went over to the two couches at the far end of the room, and sat in between Candice and Tracy.

"Who's been a good boy then?" smiled Tracy, her hand immediately settling on my cock.

"What do you mean?"

"You have either taken some Chinese recovery pill or you didn't come over Maria."

"Have you saved yourself for us girls?" asked Candice, and she also reached for my cock, but slipped her hand under and began to fondle my balls.

"Of course, ladies. She was just an appetizer. You girls will be my main course..."

We all kissed, and my arms went around each of them and found their gorgeous tits. I sat back and enjoyed the girls, kissing and fondling them, watching them stroke my cock, watching them kiss each other and leaning forwards over me just enough to rubs their tits together.

"You guys are so hot tonight. You are so beautiful. Both of you."

Tracy smiled and went down on me, sucking and licking. I kissed Candice, cupping her breasts and sliding a finger down to feel her moist pussy.

"Hmmm. That's nice," she whispered. "I loved how you fucked me at the hotel." I rested my hands on the back of Tracy's head and watched Maria getting thoroughly fucked by Paulson and throat fucked by Simmonds. Simmonds was looking over to us, his face concentrated, his hips rocking back and forth into Maria's mouth

I glanced through the conference room window towards Tracy's desk and saw the pizza delivery guy with Tom. Idiot Tom was looking around for someone to drop off the food to. Fucking idiot.

"Ah. Pizza's here. Monica - if you can manage to pull yourself off Mr White's cock - please take care of the bill."

"Woof."

"And your new husband is here too, Candice."  Tom was looking through the window at her. I kissed her and felt up her tits, making sure he saw. "Why don't you ask him in?"

"What for?"

"To tease him, to show him how you like your cock served, show him again how you like it. Did you make him watch our video?"

“Yes. We have watched it loads of times. I made him masturbate to it.”

Candice broke from my kiss, parted her legs and began to touch herself. She looked over at Simmonds, wagged her finger at him and he immediately came over, his rigid cock wet with Maria's saliva. Simmonds stood over her, stroking his own shaft while watching her masturbate, her eyes locked on to his cock.

When Monica opened the door to get the pizza, Candice called out "Tom!"

"Yes, darling?" he said, sticking his head through the door, glancing quickly around to see the live pornography taking place in the office conference room. His eyes lingered on Paulson, rutting into Maria, her large tits rolling over her chest to each of his thrusts, White now standing by them, replacing Simmonds' cock, ramming into her mouth, then he looked at me, enjoying Tracy's mouth, and then to his wife, masturbating to Simmonds' cock.

"I am going to let Mr Simmonds here fuck me. Do you mind if he comes inside my pussy?"

"Candice...please let me fuck you. Please. It's been so long since you have let me touch you. We are married now."

Candice was now lovingly stroking the erect cock in front of her, a devilish grin upon her face.

"Once he has fucked me as hard as he can, and filled me with his hot come, would you like to get over here and lick out all of his lovely juice from me? If you do a good job I will let you masturbate over my breasts."

"Would I be able to touch your breasts, dearest Candice?"

"Oh no, Tom. I fear that once Mr Simmonds has had his way with them they will need a rest. You know how sensitive my breasts are, Tom. I am sure you understand. He is already squeezing them quite hard right now, Tom. And his cock, Tom, his cock is like steel. I am stroking it now. I know he is going to fuck my mouth with it soon. Is that OK, Tom?"

"Candice, please let me do these things to you."

"But I want a real man, Tom. With a real, hard cock. Not like your little stub." Candice opened her mouth and Simmonds pushed himself into her, gasping in delight when she began to suck.

"Mmmmmm. His cock tastes so fucking good, Tom. It's absolutely delicious. Reminds me of Mr Flemings'."

I could see over Tom's shoulder Monica talking to the young pizza guy, her hand on his crotch, and then eventually kissing him, and now leading him into the conference room to join us.

Paulson was sitting on a chair, gripping Maria's bouncing tits as she rode him, facing him, her legs either side of him, her ass riding up and down on his lap. Behind them White was spitting on his cock, and bent his legs slightly to ease himself into Maria's ass. He began to pump his cock into her, pulling on her hair, his hands wrapped tightly around her throat.

"You are such an ass fucking whore, Maria," he snarled.

"Is two cocks enough, Maria? But that's how you like it, isn't it - two cocks at once," teased Paulson.

"Yes....yes....this how I like it..."

"Get up Tracy. Let's get you over the table so I can fuck you. You have made me so hard," I said.

She pulled her mouth off my cock and stood up, leaned over the table and offered herself to me. I stood behind her, rubbing my cock against her fantastic ass, teasing against her entrance, letting her feel me, anticipating me, letting her know how hard she made me.

"Please..." she said. "Please..."

I slid easily into her and a deep, satisfied sigh came from both of us. I pushed in as far as I could, and held myself there, my body pressed tight against her ass. Next to me I saw Candice flop over table, just like Tracy had, and Simmonds ploughed his cock into her, fucking her with an urgency, right to my side.

Tom gingerly came into the room with Monica and the pizza boy. Monica sat on the desk facing the boy and opened her legs to him. He didn't think twice. He took one look around the room, took his cock out and moved between her legs and began to fuck her.

"Oh Tom. Tom. I am loving Mr Simmond's cock so much. He's so fucking deep," gasped Candice. "Stay where you are and watch Tom. Learn how to fuck properly...Oh god, that's so good, Mr Simmonds. So good..."

I began to rut my hips into Tracy, smoothly sliding my cock back and forth into her wet pussy. She raised herself off the table a little to make her tits available, and I reached to cup and squeeze, gently toying with her hardened nipples.

"Bring your legs closer together, Tracy. Make yourself as tight as you can for me."

"Is that better? Is my pussy good for you?"

"Yes, Tracy. You pussy is fantastic."

Pizza boy was fucking Monica frantically and we all watched as he surged forward into his orgasm, moaning and thrashing into her, fucking his come deep into her abused cunt, gripping her body, and then collapsing over her, his cock spasmodically thrusting. It must have been the quickest fuck ever. Maybe his first, who knows.

"Pizza boy," I said, still maintaining a good, deep stroke into Tracy. "Do those bags keep the pizzas hot?"

"Yes. Very. The heat hardly drops even after 40 minutes."

"Monica - lean back and lie face up on the table, now Pizza Boy, unbox the first pizza and put it face down on her stomach and put the second one face down over her tits."

"But sir - the pizza is so hot it may burn her."

"Do it, else I will call the police and tell them you have just raped one of my staff. Hey, Monica - has this young man just raped you?"

"Woof," said a worried Monica, now lying naked face up on the table.

Pizza boy carefully placed one of the pizzas toppings side down over her pussy and stomach, and the cheese and sauce immediately began to run over her body that was now twitching uncomfortably to the heat.

"Sorry," he said to Monica, and opened the lid to drop the scorching pepperoni and cheese pizza over Monica's tits. She gasped, and tightened her body to the sudden intense heat, clenching her fists and teeth, breathing deeply, sighing and turned her head from side to side. The cheese began to drip over her, and began running over her neck and down her sides.

"Monica - I thought you liked pizza?" teased Tracy. I playfully slapped her ass, and fucked her deeply for a few strokes to get her back in her fuck zone.

"Can I go now?" said the boy.

"Yes, you can go," I said.

"Tom," gasped Candice. "Tom, rub that pizza into her tits and get over here, oh god, and watch Simmonds fuck me. He's so fucking good, Tom. So good."

I looked over to Paulson and White, now frantically hammering in Maria, their frenzied fucking meant surely that their come was approaching. Paulson continued to abuse her tits, and White pulled on her hair and slapped her ass as hard as he could.

'Fuck me back, you cunt. Fuck me back."

Maria did the best she could, manipulating two fuck rhythms that were not always in time, pushing her ass back to White, and then rocking forward to make sure her pussy was grinding into Paulson's incoming thrust.

Tom stood by his wife, watching, his cock hard, yearning for release.

His wife continued to tease him.

"Watch him, Tom. Isn't he good? Can you see his cock sink into me? He's fucking me so hard, Tom. So hard. I am going to come soon. I am going to come so big, Tom. Oh god..."

I concentrated back on Tracy, her ass gently rippling to my fucking, her hair all over the place, her hands reaching for me, then playing with her own tits, then stretching out, then to her clit, masturbating herself to orgasm.

"Oh god,” she gasped. “God. I can feel you fuck me so hard now. So fucking hard. Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Fuck me. Oh god. Yes.  Your cock is so fucking good.  Oh god, yesssssss. Jesus. Yes. Yes. Fuck me.  More. Don't stop. Ahh. "

Tracy's fists clenched. I sawed into her, pumping my cock, driving myself on, fucking her as hard as I could. My cock pulsated with lust, driven on harder and faster towards the release that my body craved so desperately.

Next to me I saw Candice push her ass to meet Simmonds' thrusting cock, her eyes closed, mouth open, her loud gasps filling the room. I briefly made eye contact with Simmonds, and had this been a 1980's porn flick we would have high fived at that moment. I smiled at the thought, but I turned my attention back to Tracy, and began to chase my orgasm.

Paulson roared into his climax, and White was jack hammering as hard as he could into Maria’s ass, trying to get off too.

Tracy briefly uncoupled, and span around on the desk, opening her legs to receive me quickly again. I sank back into her body, fucking face to face now, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much I loved fucking her, how I loved watching her breasts move. Kissing, and holding, and fucking. On and on. I was delirious with pleasure and lust, and I could feel my mounting orgasm. It was coming. I fucked harder and harder. My smooth hard cock plundering her body, squeezing out the pleasure.

Simmonds was pistoning with all his strength, gasping and breathing hard to his effort, fucking his girl, fucking Candice, his cock large and hard, wet with her juice. Candice was still bent over the table, still offering herself to him, giving herself to his cock, and now hardly moving, her come face so beautiful, so rapturous, so oblivious to anything and anyone except her own intense pleasure.

"Tracy - I am coming. I am coming. I want to come over your face. Please. Quickly." I pulled out of her pussy and began to masturbate until her hands found me and continued to caress and stroke my hard, hard flesh. Tracy kneeled down and looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes, willing me on, stroking me, soothing me, her mouth open, her tongue relaxed and over her lower lip.

"Oh god, Tracy, I'm coming. I'm coming now. Oh god."

I erupted over her, streaking her beautiful face with my come. She lapped everything up, smiling, stroking every second of pleasure from me.

“Oh Jesus. Tracy. My god.”

She licked my cock, and I fucked back into her mouth, gently thrusting, loving her face, loving her touch, loving everything about her.

Paulson had now gotten out of Maria's cunt and was collapsed next to the still fucking White. Maria was now half over the chair arm, half on the chair, and White mercilessly took her, using her unwilling body for his pleasure, fucking his cock into her ass until he growled and moaned into his come, pumping her ass full of his semen.

All eyes turned to Simmonds, still ploughing into Candice faster than ever. Surely he would be unable to hang on for much longer. I glanced over at Monica, now drenched in melted cheese and pizza oil, and even she had her head turned to watch the spectacle in the conference room unfold.

I held Tracy's hand while she rose from the floor to kiss me, and hold my softening cock.

"That was one hot fuck," she said, smiling, her face lined with my thick come.

"Probably not as hot as Monica's."

We both laughed, looking over at Monica, still draped in hot pizza. Simmonds reached his orgasm, his satisfying groans filling the room, and he collapsed over the back of Candice, kissing her, telling her what a great fuck she is. He looked back at Tom and called him an asshole.

I put Monica’s butt plug back in and locked in her new cage for the night while I took Tracy down the corridor and into Alice’s office. I could still smell Alice’s perfume. We fucked again on her desk. Tracy wanted to call her up and tell her what we were doing in her office, but I said no. Instead, Tracy wrote a Post It note saying that I had just fucked her over her desk. We left about 30 minutes later, sending Maria off home (it had been a big day for her) and headed off to the underground garage.

Before I got into my car I saw Candice in the back of her car, just two parking spaces over, with Simmonds. She was riding him, and I could see both his hands on her tits, their lips locked passionately, oblivious to myself and Tracy. Tom sat in the driver’s seat, looking sheepishly at me.

I kissed Tracy and we drove off for some Sushi, stopping briefly at the pet store to get some more food for Monica.

Chapter 36 : Fighting For Attention

The next morning.

“Good morning, Mr Fleming,” Tracy smiled, looking up from her computer. “The girls are ready for you.”

“Thank you, Tracy. “

“Oh – and by the way - remember you have Mr Moore coming in at 10.”

“Thank you, again, Tracy. What would I do without you?”

“Masturbate excessively, I expect.”

I kissed her and we both laughed, and I walked into my office. Kneeling and naked, in front of my desk, were both Maria and Monica. They saw me enter and quickly put their hands behind their backs and opened their mouths wide. I stood and looked at them briefly, before hanging up my coat and opening up the window blinds to let in the morning sun. I sat behind my desk and flipped through my overnight email, tapping out a few quick replies to make me feel as if I had achieved something. I scanned through Maria’s and Monica’s schedule for the day, sent over by Tracy for approval. I got up and went around to where the girls were, took out my cock and stood still. Only 60 minutes ago I was fucking Tracy in my bed, coming inside her warm pussy, and here I was, at it again.

I flicked a chocolate drop into the air and watched Monica catch it in her mouth.

“Good girl,” I said.

“Mr Fleming?”

“Yes, Maria?”

“Will I start every day like this?”

“Yes. With Monica. Unless you have been pre-booked, this is how you will start.”

“And after?”

“Well, if you pleasure me sufficiently you will receive a mouthful of my come. And the girl who fails to please me will receive correctional punishment from Tracy. I think today she has a riding crop for one of you. If you beg her enough, and I mean really, really beg, she will strike your ass and not your tits.”

My cock began to harden in front of them, my anticipation at watching a beautiful girl getting beaten exciting me, as it always did.

“Eyes up, Maria. Keeps your eyes on me. Have you heard of a web site called BDSM Stories, Maria? No? Well, some of the writers on that web site write about girls becoming ‘come buckets’. The term is a little crude, but in essence, this is what you are going to become. But unlike those fictional girls, figments of their writer’s imaginations, this will be very real for you. You will become a come bucket for the managers here, selected staff, clients and others as I see fit, just like Monica is.”

“I understand, Mr Fleming.”

“Are you a come bucket, Monica?”

“Woof.”

“Now, both of you, shuffle in a bit so you are touching each other with your shoulders. Nice and close. That’s right. Today I want to watch you fight over my cock. Who really wants it the most? Who really wants to suck on it and show me their love? Who is going to show me that they really, really want my come? Hands stay where they are.”

I took half a step forward so my cock was between them, just a few inches ahead. Close enough to feel their breath.

“Do you want to show me your love for my cock, Monica?”

“Woof.”

“And you Maria?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Very much.”

“Begin.”

They quickly realized the situation and clashed their heads together, trying to be the first to get my cock into their mouths. Maria angled her head and pushed Monica away, opened wide and took my length into her wet mouth, sucking hard. Monica dived down under to my balls, licking them, kissing and sucking them and then moving back up underneath my shaft. She hooked the back of her head against Maria’s neck and pushed backwards, sliding her off me. A quick, split second victory smile and she engulfed me, taking all of me, leaving nothing left for the now searching Maria. I grabbed a clump of Monica’s hair and fucked into her mouth, wondering what Maria was going to do. She quickly saw my fuck rhythm and just when I reached the peak of the outstroke Maria clanged her forehead against the side of Monica’s head, and with a squeal of pain and surprise, Monica slipped off my cock and allowed Maria to regain me, devouring me, and looking triumphantly up at me, sucking me, shifting her body slightly to prevent Monica from moving in again.

Once again, levering her head against Maria’s, Monica was able to get back to my balls and tried the same move again, but Maria, with my hard shaft still in her mouth, moved to one side to avoid the push back. Somehow, both girls got either side of me and for a few moments of strategy thinking, ran their tongues over their side of my cock, both making moves to get my cockhead into their mouths, but failing.

“Please let me make you come. Please, Mr Fleming.”

It was Maria. Good girl. Learning fast. 

“I am not convinced anyone wants it, Maria. I can see Tracy beating both of you at this rate.”

The girls battled for ten more minutes over my cock. Tracy came in to laugh at them, and loving the task I had given them. “Only you could come up with something like this!” she squealed in delight.

There was another loud crack of skull on skull and this time it was Monica on the attack, sending Maria reeling to the floor and enjoying a few, brief seconds of cock sucking without interruption. I could see that blow hurt Maria, who came back up to one side and looked at Monica, her anger barely under control. And then she began to spit at Monica, covering her face with spittle as she sucked, and then aiming for her eyes, spitting into them, until Monica had to let go, and wipe her face on the carpet.

“Alright! Enough! I have seen enough. Tracy –  would you say Maria won, and clearly showed more desire to please my cock?”

“Of course, Mr Fleming,” she smiled. “Monica was absolutely shit as usual.”

Monica looked downcast. It was a chance to prove herself and she lost, yet again. Tracy slipped on Monica’s leash to her ‘'Miss Slut Cunt' collar and yanked her off to her desk, where she would make Monica’s tits suffer.

I looked down to Maria who was already moving her head up and down my shaft, sucking, kissing and stroking me with her tongue. I wallowed in the pleasure for a moment or two.

“Has Tracy given you your schedule yet, Maria?”

She shook her head, with my cock still deep in her mouth.

“Well, it seems you are very popular, especially since you have just started in your new position. I think Tracy has lined up twelve staff members who want to fuck you today. And three clients. You are going to be a busy girl. But getting paid to fuck is a great way to make a living, isn’t it?”

Maria nodded.

“Would you like to receive pain or give pleasure, Maria?”

She let my cock slip out of her mouth, said “Give pleasure” and quickly took me back into her warmth.

“Very good, Maria. That’s very good. Such a quick learner.”

Maria’s eyes still obediently looked up to mine, her mouth slid over my cock, her lips massaging my hard flesh, her cheeks withdrawn to her suction. We both heard the sound of leather through air, a crack, and then a cry from Monica. And then another. And another. I grew harder, as usual, when I hear a pretty girl in pain.

Maria smothered my cock with her soft tits, and massaging me, rubbing her hard nipples against my cock and balls, always looking up, always smiling

“Does it excite you to hear Monica like that?”

She nodded, and I smiled down to her. I hung on as best I could, but I was coming, my desperate breathing indicating my excitement to Maria, and she rubbed her tits harder against my cock. I looked down at my hard, hard cock, and her beautiful tit valley. It looked so good. So fucking good.  I came.  I just had to. I couldn’t resist what I was seeing and feeling any longer. Shooting my come all over her, over her tits and face, and still she caressed my cock with her tits, draining me of pleasure, voiding me of every drop of come I had until I was a heaving, gasping wreck, still fucking my softening cock into her tits.

Later.

“Mr Moore – thanks for coming in.”

Moore sat down and glanced over to Maria, naked on the couch in my office, her legs wide apart. I sat quietly and allowed both of us a short time to enjoy the situation.

“Maria – if you don’t open your legs wider I will get Mr Paulson and Mr Simmonds in here and they will pull your legs apart. Open as wide as you can, please, there’s a good girl. Show us you are available.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“New girl?” asked Moore.

“Yes. She is just starting. Needs a fair bit of training but we are confident that she will work out just fine. You can fuck her shortly, if you wish to. We have her scheduled to fuck you so you may as well.”

“Thank you. I most certainly will.”

She grimaced at how uncomfortable she was now, but managed to open her legs an inch or so more.

“And the other girl?” asked Moore.

“Monica is still with us, but unfortunately she failed to adequately pleasure my cock this morning and so her tits are not presentable to you right now. She was punished quite severely by one of my staff. She will need some recovery time.”

“I see. Now,” he said. “About Katie…”

“Yes, Mr Moore. Katie. I am surprised she has not been in touch with you, as she has been emailing here nearly every day. She has been on assignment with one of our clients since Christmas. She is working from his house in the countryside.”

“Oh really?”

He sounded almost sarcastic. Did he know where she really was? What did ‘oh really’ mean?

“Yes. It will be invaluable work experience for her. She will also learn how to speak Mandarin. Not great pay, but tremendous benefits. I understand she is very popular indeed with her co-workers.”

“I see. ‘Popular’ as in fucking her boss, Mr Fleming?”

“I don’t know about that, Mr Moore. As you full well know, her attractive tits and her desirable, tight ass makes her a top fuck target for any employer.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I do know that,” he said, eyeing up Maria.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she has her boss’s cock in her mouth right now. It is lunch time, after all…”

Moore didn’t say anything, his attention all on Maria.

“So…unless there is something else you would like to discuss you can help yourself Maria, if you wish.”

“I think I will.” He got up and walked over to Maria, releasing his hard cock from his trousers. He took her ankles and lifted them up over to her head, pinning her feet down with his hands to the top of the couch. Maria reached for his cock and sighed as he sank into her. His hips began to pump furiously into young, sexually available body.

“Oh – and Mr Fleming – what is his name?”

“The name?”

“Yes. Who’s she working for?” He was thrusting hard into Maria now, the effort etched onto his face.

“His name is Mr Chung.”

He paused, on his in stroke.

“Mr Chung? The sadist?”

“The very same.”

His cock hovered at Maria’s entrance, his mind racing at what his daughter had gotten herself into.

A dozen seconds passed.

He eventually fucked in again, with a contented sigh.

“He said to me that I could not get into any of his parties unless I made an offering of trust.” His deep fucking continued. “I guess I have done that now.”

“Indeed you have, Mr Moore. There is one coming up in a couple of weeks. It will be my first, too.”

I looked down under my desk to Stephanie, Moore’s wife, my cock deep in her mouth, her head moving up and down my rigid shaft.

“Your husband is fucking Maria now, Mrs. Moore. When you hear him begin to come, suck me harder so that I finish too.” I looked into her teary eyes and she nodded, and continued to suck hard on my cock. I put my hands behind her head and pulled her deeper onto me, tilting back in my chair, and relishing her mouth. “Would you like my cock back inside your ass later on, Mrs. Moore?”

She nodded and I saw her fear. I fucked her mouth harder.

“I thought so, Mrs. Moore. I thought so.”

Chapter 37 : The Training Continues

For the next two weeks Maria stayed almost exclusively in my office. Candice got her a size small t-shirt that said ‘Hi, My Name Is Fuck Tits.” She wore it all of the time. She said she preferred to be called Fuck Tits and not Maria. I wouldn’t say she enjoyed her new daily activities, but she seemed certainly more open to pleasuring cock and pussy than Monica ever did. She came nearly all of the time when lucky enough to get pussy fucked, pleading with some men not to stop until her orgasm had been reached.

“Good morning, Miss Tracy,” she would say at the start of each day.

“Hello, Fuck Tits,” replied Tracy. “And what will you be using your tits for today?”

“I will be pushing them together to make a nice, tight tit cunt for men to fuck.”

“Excellent, Fuck Tits. Now, get on all fours and crawl into Mr Fleming’s office and wait for him. I will be in shorty to put his hot mug of morning coffee on your back and today’s newspaper in your mouth.”

She sucked my cock while I worked. Masturbated for me while I recovered. I played with her tits while on the phone, fucked her during lunch, finished the day with a tit fuck. I used her clenched ass cheeks to hold my pen, her mouth to hold my phone. I made her wear a too small push up bra and pushed a pealed banana down her cleavage. She thought that was funny. She leaned forward each time I wanted to take a bite. I brought a golf ball into the office and told her to keep in in her cunt until it was time to fuck. She was easily taught to get on her knees and open her mouth every time a man clicked his fingers at her. She smiled and sometimes laughed throughout, amused and enjoying some of our games. She loved cock. She absolutely adored it.

I collared her at around 11am each day and took her for a walk around the offices, her big tits swaying as she moved. I’d stop occasionally to allow her to suck on whatever cock presented itself, while I discussed business matters and her performance with the cock’s owner.

All of the time, throughout each day, Monica stayed on all fours in the corner of my office, turned away facing the wall with a brown paper bag over her head, a bed time butt plug inserted deeply. She was made to drink half a  pint of iced water every thirty minutes from her chrome dog bowl, and was allowed – after she had sufficiently begged permission – to piss just once each day, at 5pm into a bucket in the middle of the lunch room. The whole staff watched. And laughed.

The two girls dined together, taking turns on the dispensing cocks of bull come and human milk. It was arousing to see them both on their hands and knees, sucking at their food, their asses high, their tits gently moving to their efforts. Senior staff helped themselves to their holes, fucking them throughout their allotted thirty minute long lunch break. They held hands as they received cock. It was charming.

During my business meetings Maria was naked and on all fours, used as a foot stool for my clients. At the end of the meeting she would say to my client “If you have finished your very important meeting with Mr Fleming, would you please like to fuck my tits?” If they said no she begged and pleaded with them to fuck her ass, knowing full well that any rejection from any of my clients would result in a firm tit beating, but Tracy never hurt her like she did Monica. Never. Maria was special. Maria took her punishment well, knowing we never made her suffer like we did Monica, and I think was turned on by the humiliation. She loved the highly charged sexual situations she found herself in.

Just before home time, Maria licked Tracy’s and Candice’s feet clean while the girls gossiped and read magazines.

In the evenings Paulson, Simmonds, White and Stevens paired up in various combinations of two and took it in turns to take Maria into the conference room so that they could double fuck her. And humiliate her. Monica was present but she was turned away for that too, her head still paper bagged, her ass filled with lubricant, pushing some out for the men when they asked her to. If I didn’t want her, one of the men always took Maria home. Nobody took Monica. She was always locked back up in her cage by Tracy’s desk. Guide lines were issued by Candice not to treat Maria like Monica. We all liked her can do attitude, her love of sex, her willingness to take care of any hard cock near her.

Candice bought her another t-shirt to be worn in the evenings that said ’I fuck for cash.’ Maria knew we wanted to embarrass her, and played along. She knew we all loved fucking her. She knew we all loved her tits.

We made Maria watch while we taunted Monica. We called Monica degrading names and telling her what a cheap whore she is, and not the classy, cock loving girl that Maris is. We told her how much tighter Maria is, how much better at cock sucking Maria is. What a better fuck Maria is. During our verbal assaults Tracy heated up Monica’s tits using hair dryers.

On Thursday afternoon we made Monica stand in the office corner again, facing away, bag over her head. Tracy had a tattooist come in. We told her he was going to put a nice butterfly on the back of her right shoulder but in reality he put the words ‘Addicted To Cock’ alongside a 3 inch tattoo of an erection with hairy balls. We ripped a mouth piece in her paper bag so she could suck him off as way of a thank you.

By 9am on Friday, the naked Maria had eased herself down onto a dildo that was suction cupped to the hard wood floor. She rocked back and forth on it for the amusement of the dozen or so men that had come up to fuck her mouth. One by one they forced their cocks past her open lips and down to her throat, fucking her mercilessly. She begged us to stop on the fifth cock, saying her jaws hurt, but by the end of the day Tracy told me she was face fucked 48 times without a single break.

She wearily thanked all of them for face fucking her, and she told them how delicious their come was, and how she couldn’t wait to taste it again. I suspect she might have meant it.

Maria stayed with Candice over the weekend, while Tom went to stay at his parents' house.

She responded well to her training from Candice, and was soon sucking my cock and balls for an entire afternoon at a time, making me come within a couple of minutes of me snapping my fingers. The drool that poured from her mouth while she deep throated me was collected in a glass bowl, and we made Monica drink that.

One morning I just wanted to play with Maria’s tits. I found them mesmerizing that day. I slapped them, punched them, pinched them, squeezed them, sucked them, fucked them, bit them, licked them, chewed on them, slapped them with my cock, raked my finger nails over them for nearly two hours, nonstop.

“Please bite my tits until I cry,” she wailed, enjoying the power her fantastic tits had over me, and how her tits made men do the most base and savage things to her.

She told me how pleased she was that I was now in charge of her tits. She told me how pleased she was that her tits were getting fucked every day now, and not just stared at.

“My tits are finally useful,” she said, matter of factly. “I love it that men are finally using them to fuck instead of just looking at them, like they used to. My tits are built for fucking, aren’t they, Mr Fleming?”

“Yes, they are. And you were born to suck cock, weren’t you?”

“Yes I was.”

I made her jump up and down so I could masturbate to their bounce. I tied my necktie around the base of one of them and sucked as hard as I could on the engorged nipple, and then playfully beat the same tit with a twelve inch wooden ruler that Tracy had brought in.  I made her cry when I put on some of Monica’s weighted nipple clamps, so I took them off.

“My big tits are all yours,” she cried, relishing her submission. “They are all yours.”

When her tits were completely red, and her tears were beginning to dry up, and her energy had all gone so she could not cry any more, I bent her over Tracy’s lap and I fucked her cunt to an absolutely glorious climax, Tracy imploring me to fuck her harder and harder and to hurt Maria’s tits more and more.

Warm chocolate sauce was poured over her tits and Maria walked around the office begging for the laughing staff to lick it off. We boiled the sauce up for Monica’s tits, and nobody licked it off.

As we did with Monica, we took photos of Maria with her mobile phone, naked from the waist up. We made her push her tits together and Tracy spent some time texting it to the 250 contacts we found in her address book along with the message ‘My tits are built for fucking. Please text me back if you want to fuck them.” Tracy took another, a close up of her face, with my cock deep in her mouth. ‘Please text me back if you want to fuck my mouth.’ I laid her face down on the floor, handcuffed her hands behind her back and fucked her ass while Tracy read aloud all of the filthy replies from friends, business contacts and relatives.

We did Tit Fuck Friday.

During the day on Friday we got everyone that fucked her to sign their name on her tits with a permanent marker. Tracy wrote above her tits ‘Today I got fucked by:” and of course took a picture of Maria smiling and her signed tits, and sent it out to her contacts.

On that Friday evening I took her to the Monaco’s bar, telling her that Paulson would pick her up in three hours’ time and she was not to leave. She had her tight ‘I fuck for cash’ shirt on. I tipped the barman $500 and he made sure she stayed, sitting with her legs wide apart, and enduring the advances of dozens of men through a constant river of tears. She told them that it was her bosses' come on her face. She told them that men had been fucking her big tits all afternoon. She told them that her favourite type of sex was multiple men at once. She told them that her big tits were built for fucking. She told them that she couldn’t wait for Monday, when it would start all again.

She told me she spent the rest of the night trying to remove the 23 signatures that covered her tits before her boyfriend came around on Saturday morning.

Chapter 38 : The Company Picnic

Monica’s time with us was coming to an end. Tracy and Candice had quickly organized a company picnic on the grounds of Mr Chung’s estate. It was one of the last chances all the staff would get to enjoy Monica. Chung was out of the country for a few days and had agreed to allow us access to a secluded area for our outing. And with our picnics, we always needed seclusion. Alice had decided not to join us.

It was a pleasant, warm Spring day. The first flies of summer buzzing around. Clear skies.

When I pulled up in my car with Tracy, I could see Maria was already there, busily sucking Henderson’s cock and stroking the hard shafts of Banks and Collins. I opened the trunk and the naked Monica gingerly got out, her body stiff from being cramped up in the small space for nearly three hours.

“Get out, you stupid fucking bitch,” snarled Tracy.

“Yes, Miss Tracy. It’s so nice to see you again.”

I went over and kissed Tracy passionately, running my hands over her breasts and under her short skirt to feel her ass, pulling her tight, warm body close to mine.

“Shut the fuck up,” snapped Tracy to Monica.  “Stand up straight. Hands behind your head.” Our mouths found each other’s again and we hungrily kissed some more, her hand stroking my hardening cock. I reluctantly pulled away, my hands lingering on her body, relishing her desire.

“I have to go – make sure we are all ready for the party.”

Tracy turned her attention back to Monica.

“Ask me to slap you.”

“Please slap me.”

Whack.

“Thank you, Miss Tracy.”

“Again.”

“Please slap me again, Miss Tracy.”

“Harder?”

“Yes please.”

Whack. This time with the back of her hand, striking her hard with a painful crack.

Monica reeled to one side from the impact, bringing a protective hand to her left cheek to soothe the pain.

Tracy impatiently waited for Monica to regain her senses and to get herself back into the presenting position.

“Thank you Miss Tracy. That hurt quite a bit, but just what I needed to wake me up after that journey. Thank you again.”

“Push your tits out Monica, and stand with your legs open more. You stupid whore.  Are you sad that your time as the office slut is coming to an end?”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.”

“Will you miss all of that lovely hard cock sliding in and out of your body? And all of that come  - you are going to miss that, surely? I cannot remember the last time I saw you without come on your face, or in your hair, or dripping out of your cunt or ass. ”

“Yes, Miss Tracy. I will miss all of their cocks. I enjoyed them all so much,” she lied.

“You have had so much testosterone pumped into that cunt of yours that I am surprised you haven’t turned into a man. You’re not secretly growing a cock down there, are you?” laughed Tracy.

“No, Miss Tracy.”

Tracy put her index finger into Monica’s mouth and watched silently for a moment while she sucked on it.

“I must admit, Monica, I always enjoyed hurting you. Making you cry – that was the best. Mr Fleming said I was too strict with you, but I felt that that is what you needed – firm guidance to release that inner cock starved slut I knew you were from the moment I first met you. To force you to become the cheap whore that is now standing in front of me. I know you are afraid of me, aren’t you? You are afraid of all of us. I just know it. Never sure what I am going to do next.  I love that I scare you. Yet still you beg me permission  - or woof now - to lick out my pussy. That’s what makes you such a common whore, Monica. Relying on sex all of the time to get you out of trouble.”

Monica continued to lovingly suck and lick Tracy’s finger as best she could, not sure what to say and how to respond.

“I loved it when the boys fucked your precious little ass. I knew you hated it, but you had to pretend to love it, didn’t you? All of those fake come sounds you’d make, begging them to fuck you harder, thanking them afterwards. I still laugh when I think about you trying to run around that hotel, your tits bouncing everywhere, people laughing at you, falling over all the time, you stupid drunk bitch. And when that off duty cop came over the first thing you said was can you please suck his cock. You were so fucking drunk, Monica, but still your inner whore kicked in, didn’t it?” Tracy paused, and clamped her hand around Monica’s right tit. “Do you remember sucking his cock in the back of his car, Monica?”

Monica nodded, and realized what Tracy was saying was true.

“Sucking cock to get out of trouble. You are such a whore, Monica. Such a dirty, cheap whore. Now kiss me as if you mean it and rub your tits against mine.”

The two girls locked lips, and kissed deeply.

“I will never forget your smell, Monica. Stale come. That’s what you smell like. All the time. Dried, stale, come. Remember, Monica. Your time is not up yet. I will make you cry many more times before it is over. Now – get into your dog mode and crawl over there. Help Maria with all of that lovely hard cock that needs to be taken care of.”

“Yes, Miss Tracy.” She dropped to the floor and shuffled off to the small crowd of men. Jimmy White, his cock already exposed, stood a couple of feet in front of her, making her struggle to reach him, leaning forwards, searching for his shaft with her open mouth. He teased her for a few moments before allowing her to inch forward and engulf him, her cheeks hollowing to the suction.

Maria still had some smears of blue paint on her tits from last night’s art show. Friends and family were invited to see Maria’s art exhibition – art work created by just dipping her tits into cans of paint and then rubbing herself against a canvas. She also did a live demonstration of her technique, which proved to be very popular with everyone except her parents, who left at that point. I had asked Maria to only use oil based paint, and that meant a severe scrubbing after the show to clean her tits up with a pan scourer and chilled water. While Tracy was scrubbing her tits clean, I, of course, was fucking her mouth.

“Here is the strawberry jam, Tracy,” I said handing the jar to her.

“Thanks.” She opened the lid and spread a chunk of it out over a plate and placed it on the ground.

I watched Paulson carefully select a particular strong looking tree branch, and threw two ropes over the limb, tying the rope off so the ends swayed gently in the air at about 7 feet.

“Hi Candice!” I called out. “Having fun?”

Candice kept her mouth deep onto Simmonds’s cock and gave me the thumbs up. Her new husband Tom stood to one side, holding up a sun shade for them both in one hand and Candice’s champagne in the other.

The picnic had already been set up, stretched over two long, wooden tables. Fruits, bottles of champagne, meats and sandwiches. A half dozen of still full hampers for people that wanted to eat away from the tables. It looked great.

“Looking good, Mr Paulson. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Mr White – would you help Mr Paulson set up the girls? Tracy – the dildo is on the back seat of my car.”

“OK – I’ll get it.”

I saw Ashely watching in the crowd of onlookers and walked up behind her, brushing my hand against her ass and then standing next to her. She had just a bikini top on and a cut off denim skirt.

“Hello, Ashley.”

“Hi Mr Fleming.”

“I don’t suppose you have been on many company picnics like this?”

“No,” she laughed. “That’s for sure.”

I put my hand on her ass again, this time under her skirt, and rested my hand on her butt cheek. She looked at me, but didn’t push me away.

“Mr Fleming – aren’t you going to tell me how good my tits look today?”

I burst out laughing, and gave her ass a quick squeeze. She smiled and then began to laugh herself.

“You know I think they ALWAYS look sensational. Would you like me to say it again?”

“Yes.”

“Ashley – your tits look so, so fuckable today.”

She went red, again, and looked away sheepishly.

“I didn’t know you were going to say that.”

“You know I want to fuck your tits, Ashley. You know that,” and I walked away to chat to Bob Stevens before Tracy saw me.

Monica and Maria began to struggle when the group of men surrounded them, lifted them off the ground and carried them over to where Paulson was standing. The girls were held firmly and Paulson tied one rope around a single ankle of Maria and then the other rope around one of Monica’s ankles.

Jimmy White and Stewart Paulson began to pull on one rope and lifted Maria up off the ground, so she was now hanging by her left foot upside down. Her tits remarkably kept their shape, just a small droop down towards her face. Once her hands were just a fraction of an inch off the ground they tied the loose end of the rope around an iron peg that had been hammered into the ground some 15 feet or so away from the tree branch. Then they did the same to Monica. It was an arousing sight. The two naked and bound girls were suspended about eight feet away from each other, their hair hanging down by their arms.

“Hands up behind your back,” instructed Paulson.

Paulson looped a second rope around their hands and tied that to their tied off feet, so now they were bound and helpless. He ran his hands over their tits, lingering a little longer on Maria’s  and then gave both girls a shove. Everybody laughed when the girls started to swing around, crashing into each other. Their one free leg instinctively kicked out into free air, trying to balance and control their movement, trying to push the other girl away.

Tracy came over to them, holding the large double headed dildo. I looked over her shoulder and saw Candice now on all fours on the grass, most of her clothes off by her side, her tits rocking back and forth to Simmonds lunging cock. Tom was doing his best to shade both Candice and Simmonds with his single sun umbrella.

“Open your mouth, Monica.”

A nervous Monica did just that.

Tracy slid one end of the plastic cock into her mouth.

“Bite down on it, you fuckwit. Hold it in your mouth.”

Henderson pushed on Maria’s shoulders so that her face was right next to Monica’s and Tracy offered her the other end of the cock.

“You know what to do.”

Maria opened up, and Tracy slid the fluorescent pink plastic cockhead into her jaw.

“Bite. And do not let go. Both of you – keep biting on the cock and do not let go. Mr Henderson – let Maria go.”

The girls now hung at an angle – their feet tied to the tree branch eight feet apart from the other girls’, and their heads just 3 or 4 inches apart, held together by their teeth clamping on the dildo, staring into each other’s pained and scared faces.

Tracy stepped behind and the middle of the two suspended girls.

“Now girls – Monica and Maria – we are going to play a game. You can probably guess what this game is already,” Tracy said. “Perhaps before we go too much further, you would like to know what happens to the loser. We are in the grounds of Mr Chung. The winner will get to fuck all of the men and eat all of the pussy here, today. The loser will be spending the next month with Mr Chung. Maria – I understand you have no idea who Mr Chung is, but you will see how hard Monica fights to not see Mr Chung as some indication of what sort of man he is.

Now girls, we are going to start tucking into this delicious picnic that Candice has organized for us, and Mr Paulson will be keeping his eye on you girls. Whoever lets go first, the first to release that precious cock from your mouths, will lose and can look forward to enjoying Mr Chung’s hospitality.”

Groups of people stayed to watch, fascinated by this most erotic sight, stepping forwards to run their hands over their helpless bodies, and others moved to enjoy the food and drink. Couples pulled away, girls began to loosen buttons, hands found asses, cocks and breasts, and the picnic got underway.

Tracy grabbed one of the picnic hampers, took my hand and walked over to where Candice and Simmonds were still having sex. We sat on a blanket and watched them fuck, eating the sandwiches and pouring out chilled Champagne into some cheap plastic glasses. We kissed, she stroked my erect cock through my linen pants, and I my hands were never far from her breasts and her smooth, bare legs. Occasionally I would slip a finger into her, to see how excited she was (and she was), but most of our attention was on Candice, watching her getting fucked. She was on her side. Simmonds kneeling behind her, unhurriedly stroking his cock into her pussy, making their pleasure last. Tom watched intently, moving the sun shade whenever the lovemaking couple moved into the sun. Asshole. As Candice came for the umpteenth time I tried to throw some grapes into her open mouth, and then everyone got the giggles.

“Put your cock in her mouth,” said Tracy. “I have never seen her do that to you.”

“No. Let them do their thing. Tracy – I have been thinking. Monica’s time is coming to an end. Perhaps it’s time for change.” I glanced over to Maria and Monica, their mouths still secure on the plastic cock, their bodies swaying together when somebody came up and gave them a light push.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“I have lots of spare rooms at my place. I thought one could be an office. I thought perhaps you might want to get your interior design thing you keep on about started. I could put some money in. You could start your business.”

She looked at me, taken aback and surprised at what I was saying.

“And my bed is, you know, big enough for both of us. You could move in if you wanted to. You could quit the firm and be your own boss. I have a few people I know could use your services….”

She playfully pushed me over onto my back and straddled me, laying on my chest and kissed me.

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She kissed me again and my hands held her face, holding her while our lips and tongues explored and loved. “How on earth will I ever pay my rent?” she said, moving her hand back down to my cock.

“Oh, I am sure you will think of something,” I said, and kissed her again.

I could hear Candice coming. Simmonds was breathing hard, his efforts on this warm day working him into quite the sweat. We sat up, to watch his release, and Tracy slipped her arm around me, and kissed me again on the cheek.

“I have been talking to Candice – we might have a better business idea than interior design.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Perhaps, with our combined contacts, we want to start a high end introductory service. You know, beautiful, educated girls to wealthy men.”

“Sounds good to me. I am sure we could make something like that work. Let me know if you need any money to get going.”

“We want to offer courses on various elite social graces, high end clothing and perfumes. Perhaps courses on world affairs, sports and so on, so they can engage in any conversation. Girls looking for longer term relationships with successful men rather than one night stands.”

“I see you have been giving this some thought.”

She smiled her lovely smile, the smile that told me she knew exactly what she was doing, and we kissed.

Simmonds threw his head back, gasped, and his hips jerked into Candice, filling Tom’s wife with his come. His loud, satisfying moan drew the attention of others, who watched his orgasm engulf his body.

Candice’s lusty eyes caught mine, and she just about managed to smile, her body still riding on the pleasure Simmonds’ thrashing cock gave her.

“They look so good together, don’t they?” said Tracy into my ear.

“Yes. They certainly do.”

“I want you to take me like that today. With everybody watching. Will you do that?”

Simmonds collapsed onto Candice, holding her and kissing, his hips spasmodically jerking into the throes of his come.

“Maybe,” I smiled. ‘But I want to make sure Maria and Monica are sorted out.  They are biting onto that cock longer than I thought they would.“

“They are probably loving it,” smiled Tracy. “I am sure Monica wishes it was a real cock.”

“Let’s go over and see if we can hurry things up.”

Paulson was there, with a few others, their hands all over the girls’ tits and asses. Saliva was dripping from both Maria’s and Monica’s mouth, the effort of holding on for so long burning on to both of their faces.

“Mr Paulson – Mr White – please undo the ropes from their bindings but pull them so that they are still in the air.” They carefully untied the knot and pulled the ropes taut, keeping the girls at about a foot off the ground.

“When I say, gentlemen, release the ropes. Now!”

Monica and Maria crashed to the ground. They both instinctively tried to bend their heads forward so they landed on the backs of the heads and neck. The ropes were pulled so that half of their body was on the ground and from the waist up, suspended. But still they gripped onto the cock.

“Raise them back up. Higher. A bit more. That’s good. Release… Now!”

From a height of two feet I felt sure one of them would howl out, allowing the other to pull the cock away, but there was an unpleasant thud as the backs of their heads banged into the ground, and this time Monica fell away from Maria, the cock still in her mouth.

“Monica! Well done!” cried out Tracy. “I knew your love of cock would see you through.”

Both girls were sobbing, the impact must have been painful. I looked at Maria and saw she still had a small piece of plastic cock in her mouth. She had bitten through it when she landed.

“Technically, you know, this is a tie. Neither let go…” The girls pushed the plastic out of their mouths with their tongues  and spat out their spit, clearing their throats from the thick, congealing spittle.

“We should have a tie breaker,“ said Candice, rejoining us, slipping on Mr Simmonds’ shirt over her exposed shoulders.

“Oh, hello Candice. How’s the picnic going?”

“Very well, thank you,” she said, smiling.

“Watching you getting fucked made me quite hard,” I said, cupping her tits.

“Oh?” exclaimed Tracy. “That had nothing to do with me stroking you cock?”

“You both made me hard,” I laughed, correcting myself. “Mr Paulson, pull the girls back up and tie the ropes and let’s get on with a tie breaker. Tracy – please get the belts from the back of the car.”

We watched as both of the girls were raised back up, their one restrained leg taught, the other hanging loose, and tied off so that their heads hovered about a foot off the ground again.

Tracy came back, and handed one of the leather belt that had lashed Monica so many times before to me and the other to Mr Paulson.

Holding onto the buckle end, I sliced the belt through the air, making sure the girls could hear. Everybody at the party drew near, and formed a semi-circle in front of Maria and Monica. I saw Ashley, and I saw her smile. We locked eyes briefly, and this time she did not look away, I did.

"So here are the rules. We are going to take turns to administer these belts to the girls. We are going to lash them wherever we want, as hard as we want, for as long as we want. The girls are to take this silently. I must stress, girls, that you have done nothing wrong, it's just that we all enjoy watching you suffer. Isn’t that right?”

There was a collective ‘yes’ and a few cheers.

“The first to make any sort of sound loses. Is that clear?"

"Oh god. Please let me go," sobbed Maria.

“With your one free leg I want you to open it up, so that we can strike your pussies if we want to. Wider, both of you. Open up nice and wide. Thank you.”

“Please……” cried Maria. Her body spun slowly, her free leg stretched out to the side, exposing herself to us all.

"Girls be silent. We have begun." I turned to Tracy and whispered in her ear “Make sure everyone knows that it’s only Monica to receive the belt – leave Maria alone for now.”

I strode over to the upside down Monica and felt her firm ass. I sliced the leather through the air once again to make a threatening whistle and then immediately down as hard as I could on to her ass. Her body spun on the rope. The sound cracked through the air. Everybody watched silently, stunned that she remained quiet. I struck her again. And again. The power transfer had never been greater and my cock ached for release.

I lashed Monica again, concentrating the unforgiving leather on each of her tits. As she spun around I brought my hand down vertically, to whip right her across her pussy. There was a sharp intake of breath, but she kept control, and stayed silent. I passed the leather belt to Jimmy White and walked over to the on watching Tracy, snuggling up behind her, pressing my erect cock against her ass, holding her and kissing her, slipping my hand under her short skirt to gently finger her sex. She murmured her approval, and began to gently grind her ass against my cock.

We watched as Monica was subjected to incredible pain, all the time while Maria just hung there, sobbing into her fear and anticipation. Men ran their hands over her irresistible body while they waited their turn with Monica

Henderson was up next, cracking the belt brutally down hard on Monica, who by now must have realized it was only her being beaten. I felt for sure she would crack, but hung there, crying silently and sobbing, her tits bruising (everyone's favourite target) and rippling wonderfully to the impact of each strike. Then Stevens lashed the leather against Monica’s lovely body, concentrating his blows on her pussy.

Several minutes passed, and everybody wanted a turn with the belt. Maria caught my eye and I nodded to her, so she understood, and I saw another of her quick smiles, but this time I suspected it was one of relief, not happiness. Tracy’s hand had now found my cock down my trousers and I was fucking into it, squeezing her tits and whispering in her ear all of the naughty things I was going to do to her once we got home that night. My hand moved back down her panties and I began to slide into her pussy again.

A couple of the girls took over next, whipping Monica savagely and cruelly, laughing as they did. The crowd cheered when either struck a nipple, or her pussy. All of the men were now fully exposed, with at least one female member of staff loving their cocks, kissing them, pushing their breasts against them. All the time watching Monica suffering silently her unimaginable pain.

I saw Henderson make his way over to Ashley, a lecherous smile on his face. She saw me and I shook my head, and she dutifully told Henderson ‘No’. She looked back at me for approval and I nodded back.

I turned to Candice. “Go and finish it. One quick hard whack on Maria’s pussy. Take her completely by surprise. Mr Chung is expecting her.”

And she did just that, shocking the beautiful Mexican girl. Maria howled in pain and doubled up into the air, lifting her body to over 90 degrees from the floor, twisting and struggling to get down.

"Alright. Enough,” I called out, pulling myself from Tracy’s hot body.  “Let them down, Mr Paulson."

He cut the rope at their ankles and they both dropped down to the ground. Maria grimaced in her pain, but Monica was sobbing and shaking, her beating much, much more severe and brutal.

“That’s a shame, Maria. I really thought you were going to win. Oh well. Mr Chung will be thrilled to meet you, I am sure. Now, Monica, dog position please. Open your mouth. Push your tongue out. Good. Now – gents – Monica will not be with us much longer – her year has flown by so quickly, hasn’t it Monica?”

“Woof!” Everybody laughed.

“So please take full advantage of today and fuck the living daylights out of her. Fill her with all of your come.”

A loud cheer and the men all scampered over, lining up to assault her, and to abuse her one more time with their hard cocks.

Nobody said a word. And then a lone voice from the back “I’d like to fuck Monica. If I may.” It was Tom.

“Tom,” blurted out Candice. “How dare you? You are a married man!” People began to laugh. “Now go into the car and lock the door. You may only come back out when you have masturbated and made yourself come. Now go!”

“Sorry Candice. I just thought….” he said looking at Simmonds, and ambled off to his car.

“Monica - I want you both to beg for their cocks. Thank them. And then ladies, once all of the men are done you may permit Monica to enjoy your sweet pussies!”

Tracy and Candice wandered off to find more Champagne and I walked back over to see Ashley.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, thank you Mr Fleming. I particularly enjoyed watching Mr Simmonds with Candice. I had no idea they were a couple…you know, with Tom and all……”

“Yes. An interesting situation. Ashley – no man is to touch you today, OK? Tell them to see me if anyone complains. Especially Henderson.”

“Alright, thank you. I think once they have all finished with Monica there will be no more desire for a while.”

“I am sorry if I embarrassed you earlier, Ashley. I sometimes cannot help myself.” I leaned into her ear. “You know that video you sent me – I can make that happen. You know I can do that. Just imagine – you and all of that hard cock, just waiting to be chosen by you.”

I kissed her on the cheek, smiled and began to walk away towards Tracy.

“Mr Fleming!” called out Ashley.

“Yes?” I said coming back to her again, looking at her tits again. 

“Sometimes,” she whispered, ‘when my boyfriend is having sex with me I close my eyes and pretend it is you.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“If Tracy wasn’t here right now I would fuck you. Here. Right now. Whether you wanted me to or not. In front of everybody.”

“Sounds like you need a little chat with Tracy then, don’t you?”

I looked over to Candice chatting with Tracy and I went over to them, looking around at the unfolding party. I could just about make out Tom in his car. Simmonds was back in line to fuck Monica.  Ashley now stood alone, but smiled at me when I turned to look back at her. Those tits. Oh my god…

“Look, Candy,” I said.  “For fuck’s sake. Ditch Tom and get it on with Simmonds. We can get the marriage annulled. Tracy already has all of your marriage paperwork with Jimmy.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“If we act fast we can get this done very quickly – the longer you take, the messier things can get. You know that. Jimmy can have you single again within the month. He got Mr Chung out of his marriage without him paying a cent to his ex. Look at Tom – just look at him - he’s not for you, Candy.”

We both looked over to Candice’s car where Tom was still masturbating, his head and arm shaking to his effort. We all laughed out loud.

“I know. You are right. I made a mistake, didn’t I? I wanted a Monica to boss around. You seem to have so much fun, and I wanted the same. It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said, kissing her on the forehead. “You know Simmonds has had the hots for you forever. I will sort this out, Candy. I owe you at least that. I know you fucked him the same day you brought me down to meet Alice. I could smell him on you. And that was months and months ago.”

Candice smiled, and did not deny. “I didn’t know we were that obvious.”

“You must ditch him, Candice,” urged Tracy. “I don’t want him around when we are successful business women!”

They chuckled, dreaming of their own success, and Candice looked at me, knowing full well I was right.

“Yes, Mr Fleming. Please help me fix this mess. I am stupid and should never have done it. I enjoyed my Saturday so much more with you - despite the things you did to me - so much more than my time with Tom.”

“Now, now,” I said, jokingly backing away. “I told Tracy I would never talk of this again.”

“Sorry Tracy, I didn’t I know.” We exchanged quick glances, and I could see her naughty mind at work.

Tom got out of the car, presumably after he had made himself come, and trotted over to be beside his wife. He went to kiss her on the cheek but she pulled away.

“Well, Tom. Have you enjoyed the picnic today?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“I see you never got your hands anywhere near your wife’s body again,” I said, cupping and feeling Candy’s breasts through her shirt. I saw Tracy’s disapproving glance, but I continued to fondle his wife anyway, just to make my point to him.

“I know, but Candice had a good time, didn’t you dear?”

“Yes, Tom. I very much enjoyed being with Mr Simmonds and I loved sucking on his cock. I love sucking him so much, Tom. Thank you for shading him and keeping him cool while he fucked me. That was very nice of you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

“Tom,” I said, “I want you to see Mr White on Monday at 9am. He has something he wants to discuss with you.” My hand was now down the front of Candice’s shirt, feeling her skin, her lovely, gorgeous tits.

“OK. I will do that.”

“And I would like to take Candice home with me tonight, so that she can be with me and Tracy for the rest of the weekend. “

“Actually, “ interrupted Candice, “I am going home with Mr Simmonds tonight. I hope I can take you up on your offer another day. Tom, I will be home tomorrow afternoon, and if the house is nice and clean I may let you lick out my pussy.”

Tom smiled.

“Of course, Candy,” I said. “I understand. Would you like to take Monica with you?”

“Yes, thank you. Very thoughtful of you.”

“Tom?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming?”

“You are an asshole. Now fuck off so I don’t have to look at you.”

“Tracy – would you do me a favour and film Monica? Be nice to have a record of her last major group fuck.”

“Of course, Mr Fleming. I have the camera in the car.” She left us alone.

Turning to Candice, “How long has Ashley been with us now?”

“About 11 months. She started just after Monica started at her new position. Do you want her, Mr Fleming? I have seen you talking to her just now…”

“Do you trust her?”

“Yes, I do. She actually gave me Maria’s number.  Without her you would not have this beautiful Mexican girl to play with. And she was great at the Christmas party. Certainly handled the Katie situation very well.”

“I see. I didn’t know that about Maria.”

“This thing you want to start with Tracy – this is serious is it?  Gonna happen for sure?”

“Yes, I think so. Maybe another month or two away for me, but Tracy has already started on getting a few things together.”

“Let’s go and talk to Ashley.”

We walked over to her. Henderson, back at her side after his Monica fuck, saw us approaching and left her.

“Hello again.”

“Hello Mr Fleming. Candice. Gosh both of you. Looks serious…” she said with a smile.

“I am going to be very direct, Ashley. There are some changes coming to the company.”

“Oh?”

“Would you mind turning around for me and pull your denim down to your ankles?”

“Mr Fleming – I have no underwear on today.”

“I understand.”

“Please turn around for us, Ashley,” said Candice. “And present yourself to us.”

“Alright. I trust this is for something important…”

Candice smiled at me while Ashley pulled her shorts back down, turned around and then bent herself over ninety degrees so that her ass was perfectly tightened for us.

“Candice – I am impressed. Nice presentation skills without being asked.”

“I have been working on all the staff, Mr Fleming.”

“Ashley – please stay as you are for a moment. Would you like to move up to the executive floors?” I said, running both of my hands over her smooth ass.

She looked over her shoulder to reply.

“For what position, Mr Fleming? I know Monica’s year is finishing soon...”

“Oh no,” I laughed. ‘Not for that. Tracy is leaving to start her own venture, so this will be for her position.” I stroked her ass, enjoying the curves of her flesh.

“So I will just be assisting you and not the other executives?”

“Yes. You will just be working for me. Your salary would of course be doubled and you’d have a generous monthly clothing allowance.”

“I’d like that very much, Mr Fleming. Very much indeed. May I please stand up now?”

“Of course, Ashley. Thank you for showing your ass to us. You made me quite hard.”

She pulled her skirt back up and turned to face us. I saw her eyes flash down to my crotch and return back up to me with a smile.

Candice spoke. “I’d like you to get with me to book some daily gym time. I’d like you to tighten up your ass and thighs a little. Would you do that for me?”

“Yes, Candice.”

“I’d like you to come and see me three weeks from now in my office, where I can assess your progress. If you demonstrate a good commitment to make yourself just a tad tighter we can have a more thorough interview with Mr Fleming. Does that sound like something you would like to do?” 

“Very much so, Candice….Mr Fleming. This sounds great.” The excitement in her voice was palpable.

“Good,” I said.  “I look forward to seeing you soon. Now you go.”

“Oh – Ashley – one more thing.”

“Yes, Candice?”

“Your boyfriend, Ashley. Because of the nature of the position with Mr Fleming you will have to, regretfully, remove him from your life.”

“I understand. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ashley nodded and left.

Maria, now uncontrollably sobbing, was forced to sit at the base of the very same tree from which she had hung earlier, her arms roped behind her and around the tree’s base. I walked with Candice over to her, glancing over to watch Jimmy White pound his cock into Monica from behind while Stevens forced his cock into her throat. Others beat her back with the belts, others helping themselves to feel her tits, and spit into her face fucked face.

I knelt down to talk to Maria, reaching to play with her tits.

“There, there, there Maria. If it’s any consolation you’ll soon be getting as much cock as Monica is right now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? More cock? Your tits are really so much fun, Maria.” I flicked her nipples and enjoyed the bounce. “They’re tremendous. Now – open up, please.”

Candice showed Maria the ball gag that she had just pulled from her pocket, and Maria immediately closed her mouth and turned away.

“Maria – please. Be a good girl. I won’t ask you again,” explained Candice.

“Please Candice. Please. Please don’t do this. Please let me go.”

“I am letting you go, Maria. I am letting you go and work for Mr Chung for the next four weeks,” and she quickly pushed the small rubber ball into her mouth and held it there, while I reached around her head to secure it.

“Maria,” I said, back to playing with her tits, “Mr Chung will be back on Monday morning, and he is expecting you right here, attached to this tree. You just have a little over 14 hours like this. You’ll be fine. You have a little bit of shade so you won’t get sun burnt too badly and it’s not too cold at night.”

I kissed her on her forehead.

“A couple of Mr Chung’s staff will come out to see you tonight, to make sure you are OK. If you want to stop, and call the entire deal off – your money, your mother – you will tell them. If you want to carry on you will suck their cocks, and make them come, and thank them, thank them for fucking your mouth. I am pretty sure you will want to carry on, won’t you?”

A nod.

“Now, I am going to put this jam all over your tits. This will make the wasps come to you. So you have something to watch. No point just sitting here getting bored is there?”

I took a spoon and spread the sun warmed jam all over her tits.

“Look!” said Candice. “There is a wasp already!”

And there was one, circling around, closing in. And then another…

“Maria, I know this is not going to make you feel any better, but you are really making my cock hard. I have spoken to Mr Chung, Maria. He has promised me not to hurt you at all if you do as you are instructed. He knows you are not a bad girl, like Monica. He is going to teach you to be completely submissive, to completely give yourself, sexually, to your desires and to the desires of others. He’ll be doubling your hormone shot so you will feel really aroused all of the time – you will love it. Doesn’t that sound like fun? You will come back to work at the office and enjoy yourself so much more, I just know you will.

And he tells me he has something extra special planned for your beautiful tits, but he won’t tell me what! I wonder what he has in store for them?” I kissed her forehead again. “You will be OK, Maria. I know you will be. We will come to see you at the house in a couple of weeks for the party and if you have been a very good girl I will let you suck my cock and maybe, just maybe, I will fuck your pussy. Would you like me to fill up your pussy with my come?”

She nodded again.

“I thought you might.”

She looked into my eyes and held my gaze. And then, as a tear fell down her cheek.

“You are going to be just fine,” soothed Candice. “You have nothing to worry about. Monica on the other hand…..”

We both laughed as I stood back up to stand next to Candice, and kissed her on the lips.

“Every sexual fantasy that you have ever had. Everything you have ever masturbated to. Every dirty porno movie you have ever watched. Every perverted, corrupt thought you have ever enjoyed. You will soon be experiencing all of these things. And so much more, Maria. So much more.

I wish I could fuck you now, Maria. I really do. You’ve been such a good sport today but unfortunately I have to go. I cannot wait to see you again. At the party, Maria. I will see you at the party. Until then….”

We walked away from Maria just as Monica was climbing into the trunk of Candice’s car, Simmonds guiding her in, slapping her ass hard. The picnic was breaking up and coming to an end.

“You are going to have so much fun with him,” I said, nodding towards Simmonds.

“I know. I am so looking forward to being single again!” We both laughed and parted ways, each heading to our cars.

I climbed into the Jag where Tracy was waiting for me and gave her nice, loving kiss.

“Let’s go home and make love. After you can tell me about your business plans.”

Just as the Jag began to move I felt Tracy lean over, release my cock from my trousers and take my hard shaft into her mouth. I hadn’t come all day.

I drove slowly home.

Chapter 39 : Mr Chung's Country Manor

"Greetings, Mr Fleming. Do come in."

Mr Chung opened the front door to his large, country retreat. I stepped forward, and warmly shook his hand. I pulled on Monica's leash and she crawled forwards on all fours up the steps and into the sumptuous house. Monica had nothing on except her collar ("cunt"), 6 inch black high heels (it was a party, after all) and a small dog tail butt plug, curving into the air from her ass. The door closed the real world behind us.

"I have refreshments ready for your pet," he said, and pointed down to the dog bowl on the floor.

"Thank you. So thoughtful." I lead Monica over and we both watched her lap up a few mouthfuls of water.

“Ah. I like her new tattoo,” said Chung, looking at her tattooed cock on her shoulder.

“Yes – it was her idea. She wanted it bigger, but I thought that was enough.”

Chung laughed, and I looked over his shoulder into the joy beyond.

The hallway was a hive of activity. Other guests arriving (mostly men –all in tuxedos, some with female partners), small talk, drinks, coats removed. Beautiful hostess girls attended, smiling, welcoming, touching. They were all dressed the same, in a black silk corset that clung to the underside of their otherwise exposed breasts, which clipped to a matching pair of exquisite satin panties. From that stretched suspenders to sheer stockings, and the girls were all finished off in high heeled ankle boots. Their hair, makeup and styling had clearly taken a lot of time, was elegant and perfect.

"Mr Fleming - this is Lucy. She will be your hostess this evening. Her duty is to ensure you have the most wonderful time imaginable this weekend. She will ensure your luggage will be put away in the correct room, once you tell us where you will be sleeping. And this is your pet's bag?"

"Yes."

"It is a little heavy."

"Yes.  It has treats for her inside, and her favourite sleeping butt plug."

"I see. Lucy - would you take care of this case too, please?"

Lucy nodded. "Of course, Mr Chung. And pleased to meet you, Mr Fleming."

"May I take your pet?" said Chung. "I have lots of lovely things in store for it. And we are so enjoying Maria’s stay with us. I hope you will approve of what we have done."

"I am sure I will. Yes, please take Monica. Enjoy every inch of her." I handed him the leash and turned my attention to the strikingly beautiful Lucy, a tall blonde with radiant looks and a smile I wanted to kiss immediately. I noticed other hostess girls were already placing their hands over the cocks of the guests, smiling and chatting to the men as they did so. Clearly this was not the first time this had happened to any of the people around me and I wondered if I was the only first-timer.

"Good evening, Mr Fleming. There is no need for chivalry here - please  - no need for discretion at all. If you want to look at my breasts or feel them, you may. If you want to place a hand of my ass you may. Please help yourself to any of the hostess girls. We are here to ensure you are constantly aroused and entertained. Would you care for a drink?"

Another hostess had arrived carrying a drinks tray, and I helped myself to the champagne.  I saw Monica was now sucking on Chung's cock, his head tilted back in ecstasy and he pulled her leash tight to his groin.

"This hostess is the charming Camilla, Mr Fleming."

Camilla smiled at me and my eyes fell to her breasts, ripe, and beautifully encased in her corset.

"36D, Mr Fleming," she said.

"Feel them, Mr Fleming," urged Lucy. "Kiss them. Absolutely no need to hold back. Please do as you wish, as your body desires."

Camilla took the drinks tray into one hand and held it to one side. I leaned into her and kissed her breasts, licking at the nipples, loving their shape and softness, their smell. I felt her hand on my cock and I moved one of my hands to knead her ass, while my other rested on her small waist.

"He is already so hard, Lucy," laughed Camilla. "You should take him to meet the girls."

"Girls?" I said. "There is more?"

"Oh yes" laughed Lucy. "There are dozens and dozens of girls to make love to. If you have finished introducing yourself to Camilla's lovely breasts we can move on."

I nodded a goodbye to Camilla and her hand fell away from my cock as I moved away.

Lucy took my hand and led me through the entrance hallway to meet the girls. Other well-dressed men walked past me and around me, nodding politely, some arm in arm with a girl, others were wearing decorated Venetian masks, so their discretion was assured.

"This way. We have all of the girls here for you to see and enjoy."

I turned the corner into a wider corridor, wood paneling, paintings and my feet sank noticeably into the lush, deep red carpet. On either side of the corridor were two rows of around 30 naked girls, 60 in total, kneeling, the mouths open, pleasuring the arriving guests as they walked by. Hostess girls were introducing the men to the girls as they slowly walked up the line, dipping their cocks into any or all of the girls' mouths that caught their eye.

"Blondes to the left, brunettes to the right, Mr Fleming. And at the far end we have the Asians. Guests are allowed to select two girls. Mr Chung has told me you are our guest of honour tonight, and can do what you wish, with whom you wish. The other guests will not be awarded their selections until you have made your choice. We have other girls in other rooms, Mr Fleming, but they are captives and here unwillingly. Like your Katie. So you will find eager and willing lovers here. May I release your cock?" Lucy didn't wait for my answer, and carefully pulled my fly down and reached for me, caressing and gently stroking my already hard length.

"And what if I want you, Lucy?"

"Hostess girls can be touched and enjoyed, but penetration cannot occur until after the party, Mr Fleming, and at the hostesses’ discretion. You will be fast asleep by then! We have a job to do and as much as we love to party with the other girls we cannot. "

She continued to stroke me, looking into my eyes, a saucy smile, her face just inches from mine.

"Would you like me to fuck you, Lucy?"

She smiled. "You have a very nice cock, Mr Fleming."

She moved into my ear, pushing her exposed breasts against my chest, her hand still stroking me. "Yes," she whispered. "I'd love you to fuck me. I have heard so much about you." She pulled away, smiling, and led me to the first girl's mouth, a nice blonde girl. "The party nearly always ends up in the Great Room, just over there," she said, pointing to the now empty room further ahead.

I watched the girl below me lean forward and take me into her mouth, loving and soothing her tongue over my cock. I let out a short gasp and noticed Mr Chung walk by, the leashed Monica on all fours crawling behind. He made a space in the row of brunettes for her and she took her place to welcome the arriving guests with her expert cock sucking mouth. He fucked her mouth again, and then walked off into the Great Room, turning on the lights so I could get a better sense of its size.  I could just see sofas and chairs randomly placed throughout the room, a massively high ceiling, not much else. Two girls followed him in, and the door was shut behind them.

I could hardly concentrate on what Lucy was saying.

"...and is just 21 years old. This is Hayden's fourth party here and has proved very popular at other parties. Guests have talked about her lovely soft lips, her tight ass and oral technique and she is able to take the longest of cocks into her throat."

I began to fuck gently into her mouth, looking into her eyes, her pretty face. She saw me looking down and pushed her tits out for me.

Lucy pulled me away. We skipped the next girl, but I pushed my cock into the waiting mouth of the third girl, an exceptionally pretty girl with longer blonde hair and fuller breasts than Hayden.

"May I introduce you to Sarah. Sarah is 23 years old and the daughter of a very successful English businessman. As you have already seen, her breasts are some of the finest we have here. Firm, a nice c-cup, very beautiful, I am sure you agree. Nice, smooth skin and an eager lover. Her reviews mention her real desire to suck cock, her well-kept ass and she absolutely adores getting fucked exceptionally hard."

"Anal?"

"Yes.  Sarah does enjoy that. We have lubrication in jars all over the house and a hostess can get you some if you cannot find it. It also says she her favourite position is from behind, so that would easily lead into you being able to slide your beautiful cock into her ass."

"Sarah - are you enjoying sucking in my cock?"

I pulled my hips back so that she could answer.

"Yes, sir. Very much." A cute English accent. She leaned forward to take all of me back into her mouth, to show me her skill.

"This is Mr Fleming, Sarah. He is one of Mr Chung's very special guests tonight." Lucy turned to me. "Sarah is an in demand girl, Mr Fleming. There have been seven other requests for her tonight. You will not be disappointed."

I fucked into her mouth with a dozen or so smooth strokes, and watched her take me with ease. I pulled out and watched her lick her spittle off my shaft.

"She is excellent, Lucy. Let's move on." I smiled at Sarah as I moved off and she smiled back, and held my gaze. "Tell me - these girls are all here by choice?"

"Oh yes. Most of them love the sex, the connections they make with rich and powerful men. We pay a few, but not many. Many often go on private appointments with the men they meet here. We have even had a couple of marriages in our history."

I sampled several more blonde girls before walking back, holding hands, with Lucy and starting at the beginning of the brunette section. We heard one girl begin to gag and splutter and I turned to see a man holding a girl's head down to the base of his cock. His accompanying hostess girl looked concerned.

"Please Mr Franks. Please stop. Adriana cannot deep throat. She is still learning!"

The girl continued to struggle, and Franks held her head tighter to his groin. From out of nowhere, two strong Asian men appeared, their chests exposed, wearing only just dark trousers and shoes. They reached Mr Franks quickly and pulled him off. Franks struggled and hurled abuse at the clearly upset Adriana. They took him away, his hard cock bouncing around to his struggles.

"He's caused a few minor problems before," said Lucy. "He won't be back. Let's hope for his sake he doesn't have a daughter as otherwise she will be here next time. Mr Chung doesn't give people second chances."

"It's nice that you take care of the girls."

"These girls, yes. But wait til you see the captives."

I pushed my cock into the nearest brunette, her smile so welcoming and her mouth so wide I could not resist.

"Mmmmm. That's nice."

"This is Rebecca. This is her first party so we have no reviews. She has told us she is truly bisexual, though prefers cock. No anal. Will be restrained for the right man. Dirty talk. 19 years of age and a local college student. Your friend Sarah recommended her to us."

"Breasts?"

"She says she is a b, but I think she might be a small c. Very pretty, I am sure you agree."

"Rebecca - if I fucked my cock all of the way into your pretty mouth, do you think you could take it?"

"Rebecca - this is Mr Fleming."

She pulled her head off my cock and said "I think so, Mr Fleming. I hope so. May I try?"

"Move your head onto him, Rebecca. Do not let our guests do all of the work."

With still a good inch of me exposed, Rebecca began to gag and instinctively pulled back.

"That's OK, Rebecca," soothed Lucy. "You have a range of about 7 inches, which is better than most girls here. You will find plenty of gorgeous cock that can take you all of the way. Mr Fleming - let's move on."

I stopped in front of the next girl, and looked down, offering my cock. She took it in her mouth, and began to suckle. I noted her make-up, dried into small rivers down her face, a clear sign of earlier tears.

“Hello Stephanie. Is Mr Moore here tonight?”

She looked up and nodded, and ran her tongue over my crown before taking me back into her mouth, tenderly loving and sucking me.

“Do you know Stephanie?”

“Oh yes. Her husband is one of my clients. “

“Ah. I understand. Stephanie is Mr Moore’s trust gift. Mr Chung asks for any new applicants to present to the party a loved one to be consumed by the guests.”

“Yes, I understand, but I thought that was to be Katie?” I felt Mrs Moore start licking my shaft and then under to my balls.

“He purchased her from you, Mr Fleming. Hardly a gift. Mr Moore was so desperate to be a member of our little society that he kindly offered Mr Chung his wife. Later on she will be framed along with another trust gift for their initiations.”

“Initiation?”

“Yes. You will see shortly. The process has been carefully explained to Mr Moore and he has readily agreed. Once his wife has gone through the ceremony he will be permitted to attend all future parties, providing he continues to pay his membership fees.”

“And Mrs Moore?”

“I don’t know. Stephanie – are you looking forward to your initiation?”

She stopped licking my shaft and suddenly looked quite scared. She shook her head and said ‘No, Miss. I am not.”

“But you understand that once you go through this your husband can enjoy all of these beautiful girls forever?”

She nodded. “I am so scared, Mr Fleming. Please help me.”

“Keep sucking Mr Fleming’s cock, Stephanie. Your tongue is for cock, not for talking.”

I looked down at her and smiled, enjoying her fear and discomfort, and pushed back into her mouth.

“Tell me, Lucy, on her profile - did she mention anal?”

“No.”

“Well, that must be some sort of mistake. In one night I fucked her butt hole five or six times and I can assure you she adores it in her ass. Isn’t that right, Stephanie?”

The poor girl nodded once, my cock moving up and down with her head.

“Thank you, Mr Fleming. I will update her records immediately,” said the smiling Lucy. “I will speak to your husband about this later, Stephanie.”

I fucked into her mouth and allowed her to suck me for a moment before retracting and then I rubbed my cock over her face.

"Lucy - I am almost certainly going to select Sarah this evening, and my other girl just has to be an Asian. I have not fucked an Asian in such a long time. As much as I would love to fuck Stephanie again, I feel as if I can have her any time I want, isn’t that right Steph?”

She nodded again. “Yes, Mr Fleming. You can. You can fuck me whenever you want to now.”

“Can you show me your collection of Asians?"

"Yes, of course. Let's go to the end of this row." She gently took my cock and pulled me towards the six or seven Asians at the end, their mouths wide open. A man with his hostess was fucking one of their mouths, his balls slapping against her chin, and it looked like he was about to come when he quickly stopped and pulled out, his wet cock glistening in the dim light.

"This one," he said to his hostess. "I want this one and the brunette with the really big tits."

"Selina?"

"Yes - that was her. Selina."

The hostess tapped into her iPad his selections and led him away further into the house.

“Lucy,” I said, my hand on her ass. “I love your hand on my cock. I was wondering - could you take all of me in your mouth?”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” she teased, her hand now stroking me back and forth. I stood still for a moment and felt her breasts, letting her pleasure me. She enjoyed my touch, I could tell. She gently guided me back towards the Asians, who were now all looking at me, their mouths welcoming.

I walked past Monica. She caught my eye and I ignored her. I wanted her to feel alone. I recognized the fear of uncertainty on her face. Cock sucking she could handle. But could she handle Mr Chung?

"Lucy? Monica just gave me a funny look just then."

"I am sorry about that."

"I'd like you to go over and slap her hard in the face."

"Mr Fleming - hostesses are not permitted to do that."

"I am giving you permission. Please do it, Lucy. You will enjoy it."

She thought for a moment, and then walked over to Monica. She turned to look at me once more and I nodded my assurance. Monica was looking up at her, her mouth obediently open. Then, as quick as can be, Lucy struck her, slapping her hard on the right side of her face. Monica didn't expect that, or see it coming, and she reeled away to her left in shock and pain.

"Once more, please Lucy. She's expecting it now, so it will have to be harder to achieve the same effect. Monica - have you forgotten everything you have been taught?"

"No Mr Fleming." It was the first time I had heard her voice in over a week and I was expecting her to bark.

Monica looked back up to Lucy, her eyes welling with tears. Oh those tears. Those lovely tears.

"Thank you for striking me, Miss."

Lucy's hand came whistling down again, another hard slap to the right. Monica cried out to the pain, and everyone turned to look. This time a tear slipped from her eyes and trickled down her left cheek.

"Thank you again, Miss." Monica quickly looked forward and opened her mouth

Lucy rejoined me, and her hand once again found my cock.

"Well?" I said.

"Yes. That felt good! I can't believe I just did that - smack the infamous Monica! You have to tell me everything about her. We have heard so much. Most of it is so unbelievable. Did you really do all of those things? Did you really turn her into a dog? And…and….got hundreds of men to fuck her ass? And now you have another girl?"

"Once you have shown me what a hot fuck you are, Lucy, how hard you are going to ride me, I will tell you everything."

"God. You tease. We are all dying to know everything about her. Do you slap her like that all of the time?"

"When she has disappointed, yes."

"Monica is like a celebrity here - we have all heard so many stories about her. And she looks so good. I never expected her to look so hot. Does she fuck good?"

"She has gotten better."

I was now standing in front of the first of the Asians.

"This is Betty. 26 years old and has been with us for some time. Let me see...yes, this is her twelfth party." As she spoke she guided my cock into her mouth. "Can be submissive, loves to be restrained, two men at once. Can handle up to eight inches. Good reviews for her cock sucking. Will do anal but she may refuse on cock size. 36B. Responsive nipples, it says here. What do you think?"

"Her suction is quite remarkable. Really good.”

I reached around and felt Lucy’s sensational ass, and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder, relishing the simultaneous suction on my cock from Betty.

"Mr Fleming. Please. I must help you to select your girls for this evening. Please." She broke away, her face flush with passion. "This girl is Linn. Linn has an interesting story in that she was once a captive, but now enjoys herself here of her own free will."

I fucked a few more times into Betty's fantastic mouth and moved over to Linn, kissing Lucy again. Linn quickly took me into her mouth, and began to make love to my erection.

"Hmmm. She's very pretty. Absolutely stunning, in fact." I could see her smile through her eyes and she ran her tongue over my cock, and then up and down my length before taking me all the way in again, to my cock's root.

"Linn is a very popular girl and is a passionate fuck. Mr Fleming. She is in demand and is a great cock sucker, as you now know. Loves it from behind, on top and showing her tight ass in a reverse cowgirl. 34C's, which make her breasts look larger on her smaller frame. Does not like more than one man at a time, but is OK to perform in front of others. Bisexual, of course, and is one of our prettier Asians.”

I was losing myself to Linn’s incredible mouth, sucking me in the most delightful way,

"Mr Fleming - are you enjoying her technique? Please instruct her on any preferences."

"No - Lucy - she is fantastic. She is doing just fantastic." I couldn't help but fuck gently into her mouth, and marvel at her pretty face. Just longer than shoulder length hair, lovely porcelain skin, my cock looked so big against her smaller face. "How tall?"

Lucy quickly looked down to her iPad. "Five foot two."

"I'd like to see her ass." I slowly pulled my cock from her mouth and Lucy immediately began to tend to my saliva coated shaft with her hand.

"Please stand and turn, Linn, and bend over so that Mr Fleming can view your ass."

"Lovely, Lucy. She is lovely," I said, running my hand over her tight cheeks. "From behind it looks like she is a school girl. So firm and small. Does she butt fuck?"

"Yes. She was a captive and so was forced to when she began with us. Now she does it willingly."

I pushed my cock between her butt cheeks and began to rub against her.

"I want this one. With Sarah."

"Excellent choice, Mr Fleming."

"And you, of course."

"Mr Fleming - are you deliberately trying to get me into trouble?" she teased.

"Yes. I am."

She smiled mischievously and tapped my selections into her device.

"It will take ten or fifteen minutes for the girls to freshen up - they will meet us in the Great Room. Now, put your delicious cock away and I will give you a quick tour."

I took one final look at the corridor now behind me and noticed that a number of men were lining up to face fuck Monica.

"I told you - the girl is famous in this house. Everyone wants to sample her. She will be Mr Chung's for the night, though. This maybe their only chance to get their cocks inside of her. Please put one of your hands on my ass and follow me, Mr Fleming," she said with one of her naughty smiles.

We walked off into the mansion, taking a right, down another wide corridor, past a couple of naked lovers fucking wildly on the floor, the man pounding into a busty brunette who lied open legged beneath him, and to a room guarded by two more Asian men.

Lucy ran her hand over the exposed chest of one of them, and then gripped his cock through his dark trousers.

"Group and private fucking rooms are upstairs, Mr Fleming, and they are all open for viewing. Private rooms are for established couples or gentlemen with their selected girls and the group rooms are basically a free for all. Those have the most action. Linn and Sarah will take you to those during your recovery times. It's a great way to get hard again quickly. I also have a variety of stimulants if you need anything. All hostesses carry Viagra, cock rings of all sizes and a variety of other stimulants - please - just ask with no embarrassment. Be assured, we can keep you going until the early hours, Mr Fleming.  And this,” she said pushing on one of the doors, “is the breeder room."

Lucy opened up the heavy wooden door to a large, dimly lit room.  I heard the sounds of fucking before I could see the thrusting hips of dominant males while my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"These are captives in heat. "

Lucy took my hand and led me into the room.

There were 6 wooden tables and strapped down to each was a naked girl, face up, fully head masked so they could not see, straps holding down their waists, arms and neck and bindings around their legs that pulled up their lower legs to behind their thighs. Men stood over them, brutally fucking them, filling their cunts with their unwanted come.

Over by the wall were several other girls, also blindfolded, crying, chained to each other, chained to the wall, waiting their turn to be impregnated. A man was with a hostess girl perusing the line, selecting his girl, deciding if he should wait for someone to finish or assault one of the waiting girls, feeling their tits, their asses, fingering them for tightness.

"These are the daughters, sisters and wives of people who have crossed Mr Chung. Business competitors, employees who disappointed, those who owe money. It is $25,000 per head to get into each of our parties Mr Fleming, plus a trust gift is required, and sometimes, or rare occasions, we have problems collecting. They will be seeded day and night for the next three days. Some will become pregnant. They will never know the father. They will be kept at another facility until they are 8 months pregnant, then they are returned to their family in shame."

“Mr Chung really is a lovely man, isn’t he?”

Lucy didn’t reply.

One of the men lurched forward and moaned into his orgasm, pumping his cock into one of the restrained victims.

"Would you care to fuck one? I am sure your sperm are strong, and you can seed a girl."

"No. Not for me, thank you. The last thing I want is another little me running around this planet looking for Daddy."

Regardless of the girls’ circumstances, it was an arousing site. Lucy's hand dropped to my cock and caressed me. "Come. You are so hard and need relief." She let me dry fuck into her hand briefly, understanding my need. "We still have more rooms to see and then your girls will be ready."

Lucy turned to leave. I rested my hand on her ass again and followed. We walked down a short corridor, past another attractive couple fucking against the wall, the man still in his dinner jacket fucking one of his two chosen girls from behind, his body slamming into her unclothed body, his hands feeling the tits of his second girl, who stood, naked except for her high heels, masturbating, kissing them both and writhing wildly with lust.

A naked girl came up to us, confident and proud. Black high heels, a diamond chocker and matching earrings, gorgeously styled hair. And a large pony tail butt plug protruding from her ass. She offered her tray of hors d'oeuvres.

Behind her another two girls sauntered our way. One was leading, dressed as a milkmaid, a very low cut plaid dress, cut off just below the thigh, high heels, pony tail hair. She pulled on the leash, tied around the second girl’s neck, and the girl behind her stumbled forward. It was this second girl that drew everyone’s attention. Naked, except for 5 inch (at least) red high heels, huge tits that swayed to each of her steps and then, stunningly, her face was covered by a full head mask, styled like a cow’s head. Her hands were secured behind her back. It was an amazing, if not peculiar, sight.

“Lucy……”

“Ah, yes. This is a milker girl. Katherine – would you please stop for a moment? The cow cannot see, and rely on their maids to lead them around.”

The maid, Katherine, stopped just ahead of me so that the cow girl was standing in front of me, just inches away.

“Mr Chung has a couple of milkers. In fact,  he is working on your other girl, Maria to be a milker. I will take you to her next. We inject them with hormones to trick their body into thinking they are pregnant. This causes them to lactate. Feel her tits – they are heavier than usual.”

I did and they were. “Mr Chung said he had something planned for Maria’s tits – they must be huge by now.”

“They are, and you will see her later. Milkers provide refreshments to our guests. Any of our guests can come up and have a quick suck and get a nice shot of fresh milk. Try it.” She walked around to the milker’s other tit and sucked on the engorged nipple for a few seconds, and pulled away smiling, licking the milk off her lips.

“Mmmm. Very nice.”

I leant forward and sucked hard on the DD or maybe even an E tit. Sure enough a few seconds later the warm milk squirted into my mouth.

“Mr Chung likes his coffee made with this cow’s milk.”

“It’s surprisingly sweet,” I said, going back down for some more. “Quite creamy, too. Tell Mr Chung I would like her milk with my coffee, too, please.”

“I will. I have not tasted Maria yet -  I think she is still a week away from producing milk, but by the time the she leaves us to go back to being your office whore you will be able to feast off her tits for maybe two more weeks, unless you keep up with her hormone injections. All milkers are available for pleasure services too – as you can imagine our guests love to fuck the milkers’ tits.”

“Yes. I can quite imagine that.”

“Did you fuck your cock between Maria’s tits?”

“Yes.”

“And you came all over them?”

“Yes. May, many times.”

“You are so naughty,” she said, and gave my cock a quick squeeze.

We headed for the final room on the right. Leaned up against one side was a man, still also suited up, and before him kneeled his two girls, kissing, licking and sucking his cock. He fucked into the mouth of the Asian while the other lapped her tongue against his balls. Lucy stopped to watch, her hand resting on my cock again.

"I love how this guy fucks."

"Oh? You have had him?"

"Oh yes. Several times. After the party has finished, of course. He has the most gorgeous cock. Look - those girls can't get enough of it. Hungry little sluts," she smiled. She turned and kissed me on the lips and rubbed her hand against my straining erection. "I am so looking forward to watch you fuck later on. Not long now. I will see what your cock can do.  Perhaps I will come over and masturbate to your fucking. Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to come over my face?"

"Yes. Very much."

Lucy laughed and pulled away, taking my hand once more and led me down a quieter corridor and away from everybody.

“And here,” said Lucy opening a small door, “is where Maria spends her mornings and evenings.”

The heat shimmered from the open room, and I gingerly stepped in, not sure what I was about to find.

“My god.” I could already feel sweat beading on my forehead and, expecting to see Maria getting fucked by a number of guests, was taken aback by what I was now witnessing.

Lucy followed me in and closed the door behind her, leaving us alone in the small, steamy, sweatbox of a room. The faint hiss of the machine, a bizarre sucking noise, the sound of the hydraulic arm and Maria, struggling, gasping, drenched from head to toe in sweat, attached and connected, the center of the mechanical attention.

“Mr Chung has not allowed any man to go anywhere near her pussy. She has been very well treated, as you requested. But as you can see, she is learning. Learning so much.”

The mechanical cock plunged into Maria again. Did not moved for four or five seconds while Maria fucked back onto it, and then it slowly withdrew.

Lucy’s hand found my cock once more, and began to caress my erection. We both stood, and watched. We watched Maria. We watched her getting fucked, sucked and throated.

On all fours, her larger, wonderful tits hanging down. Small rubber suction cups with strapping around her back to secure them to her nipples, sucked out her milk, sucking it down thin clear pipes to a glass container beneath her. In her mouth, another large mechanical cock, deep and penetrating, not moving, but I could see from the hydraulic arm that it could. It could fuck her mouth, no doubt at the flick of a switch. The cock from behind sank into her pussy again, and again she fucked back onto it. Sweat poured off her. Her wet, sweaty tits were pulled as another few seconds of suction hissed to life, draining her of more milk. I watched as she struggled with the intrusion in her mouth. I could see her eyes, reaching to see us, but could not, but knowing someone was there.

“Would you like her to suck you? I can remove the device if you want to use her mouth.”

“Er…can you just tell me what is being done to her?” Maria must have recognized my voice and tried to turn to see me, but the deep cock in her throat prevented that.

“Of course. I am sorry. I thought you knew. Well, both cocks are serving different purposes. The one fucking her pussy emits a small electrical shock. Nothing too painful, but enough to cause some discomfort. The only way she can stop that from happening is to push her cunt back over the sensors in the cock. Each fuck back from Maria reduces the current by a third, so to each of the machine’s forward thrusts, she thrusts back three times, and so receives no shock. She is learning to fuck better, Mr Fleming. Mr Chung is, er, how can I put it, rewiring her brain to respond to cock like this. “

Lucy’s hand continued arousing my shaft, never stopping, always teasing and exciting.

“The amazing thing is, Mr Fleming, is that it is surprisingly effective. I went to her room last night with Mr Chung. He wanted me to see her progress before you got here. He told her to allow me to enter her, and I put my finger into her pussy. And guess what? She couldn’t help herself, she fucked back onto my finger three times! It was amazing! I played with her breasts and sampled her milk. She is delicious. You will love it.”

“This is quite a remarkable set up Mr Chung has here. How long does Maria do this each day?”

“I believe she does three hours in the morning, and then another five hours at night. We have other girls being trained so unfortunately Maria cannot be plugged in all day. She gets water and food breaks, but her training must continue.”

“And the cock in her mouth?”

“Ah, yes. Well, you see the red lines around the cock? They are depth goals that she is learning to achieve. We have her at nine inches now, but by the time you get her back she will be at eleven, maybe twelve inches. She must press her lips around the nine inch marker, and hold it there, for a total of one hour. She must move her tongue over more sensors in the cock constantly.”

“And if she fails?”

“If she fails, Mr Fleming, her cunt is shocked by the pussy cock, this time with quite a painful jolt. Constant pressure on the nine inch marker also ensures that she receives no shock. If she fails to keep her lips tight or fails on her tonguing she will receive a healthy dose of pain. Mr Fleming – your cock is so hard – would you like me to find you a girl that can suck you while you watch? Linn and Sarah will not be with us just yet. Or perhaps I can use my hand to satisfy you?”

“This is incredible. I have never seen anything like this, “ I said, ignoring her question, just completely absorbed by what was in front of me. “But I suppose I will have to find someone with a twelve inch cock now to satisfy her.”

“You miss the point, Mr Fleming. She will be able to take your cock AND balls in her mouth. At the same time.”

“I see.”

“She understands that is the goal. She is committed to it, and says this is what she wants to achieve. I can tell, Mr Fleming, that you are a man that loves to fuck pretty girls in the mouth, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am”

“And her tits are so much more fuckable than before. You just won’t know where to begin with her, will you?”

“Oh, I am sure I will think of something.”

I enjoyed Lucy’s hand, but my attention stayed on Maria. On this insanely erotic sight.

Lucy continued to speak. “She’ll need top up training sessions every other month or so, but by the time she is done she be an absolutely mind blowing fuck. I wish I had a dick, sometimes. Plus, we have altered her hormone cocktail, so she is, as you can see, now producing milk. Her tits are now more firmer, bigger, heavier and way more sensitive than ever before. She is sexually more aware and her desire has been increased several fold. We hope to get the hormone mix just right so that she is able to achieve orgasm when getting tit fucked. I will email the prescription to Candice once we have it as we want it, so that you can continue her treatment. ”

“You know Candice?”

“Oh yes. Quite well, actually. She was the one who first put me in touch with Mr Chung.”

“I didn’t know that….”

“She has just told me about this introductory agency she wants to get started with her friend. Sounds interesting. Your cock feels so good, Mr Fleming.“

“So does your hand, Lucy,” I said, moving my hard shaft gently through her fingers. ”And yes. I just found out about Candice’s idea too. Seems like I am the last to know anything around here.”

“What’s with the heat? I know Mr Chung has thought of everything, so there must be a good reason for that.”

As I spoke Maria’s tits vibrated to another round of suction, and more milk was sucked through both pipes to the collection bowl. The cock sank into her pussy again. And sure enough she fucked back three times before the cock slowly withdrew.

“That helps with her stamina. She’ll easily be able to fuck all day – she will never tire. It will also help her lose a little weight, and keep her skin quite lovely.”

“And the tight rubber bands around the base of her tits?”

“They are not bands, Mr Fleming. If you look carefully you will see that it is wire.”

I focused and saw that she was right, and that the thin cable was connected to an outlet on the pussy cock machine.

“That is nothing to worry about – they just emit a very low voltage into each breast. It feels like a tingle, that’s all. It excites her nipples so the suction cups get a better grip, and is a constant reminder to her of the pleasant sensations that can now be achieved through her enhanced tits. We sometimes run a similar voltage into her ass, to keep her aware of it and the pleasure that can also be reached from anal stimulation.”

Lucy looked up at me and cupped my balls. “She will be an incredible fuck, Mr Fleming. Better than you could ever imagine. You are a very lucky man to have someone like this in your possession. Come on - we should go – the girls will be so disappointed if I make you come without them being there. I am sure they are dying to play with your cock.”

We left and rejoined the party. I grabbed a towel from a passing hostess to wipe my brow and swigged down a glass of iced Pellegrino. Now holding hands, my cock still erect through my fly, Lucy led me back where we were earlier and pushed open the large door to another chamberous room.

"This is our main room. The Great Room," she calmly said as the door swung open, leading to a much bigger, spectacular space than the breeding room had. Expensive, antique furniture, ornate chandeliers, more oil paintings upon the walls, the same rich deep red carpet as before, wood paneling, the rank of cigar and wine. My eyes raced around the room, but were pulled to a make shift stage, front and center. Well lit from above. A large, crucifix type cross. A beautiful girl, her outstretched arms lashed against the cross's limbs with leather bindings, her waist also bound, holding her to the post. A naked, 40 something man stood between her wide open legs, plunging his cock into her. Her tits bouncing heavily. Her tortured, tear stained face was beautiful. The man's two girls stood either side of the cross, beating the girl's tits with short floggers. A suspended microphone broadcast her whimpers and cries around the room.

A short line of three men waited for their turn, their exposed cocks hard and tended to by their loving girls.

Around the small stage were around a dozen watching men, seated in old leather chairs and sofas, smoking cigars and sipping their drink of choice. All of them had their girls kneeling between their parted legs, pleasuring their cocks with their mouths and caressing hands.

A couple of hostess girls buzzed around, refilling glasses, serving more hors d'oeurvres and nibbles, bending over upon request so that their asses could be idly felt while the men enjoyed the show and the attentions of the girls in their laps.

"The girls who take turns on the cross are those not selected at the beginning of the evening, and so are restrained and fucked throughout the weekend in any manner seen fit by Mr Chung. This is why learning to pleasure a cock with their mouth is such a vital skill for the girls to master – they get selected and avoid this. They will be given oral and deep throat lessons before the next party, if they still wish to come. Nearly all return, Mr Fleming, and bruising is healed quickly. Katie is up on the second floor, still caged, I think. She maybe brought down for cross work later on but now she is being taught to beg for group sex. She will be rewarded by a hostess with small amounts of food and water after a man has come inside her ass and another in her mouth, but will be kept hungry and thirsty throughout her training.”

“Does she go on the training machine? Like Maria?”

“Of course, Mr Fleming. She does just a couple of hours a day now, but when she first arrived she was on a similar schedule to Maria. A lovely sight, to see one so young discovering the pleasure her own body can give her. Now she adores a cock in her ass. Prefers it to pussy fucking. At this late stage of her training she would be a highly enjoyable fuck, Mr Fleming, if you are interested…”

“Perhaps over the weekend.”

“With her mother?” teased Lucy, looking down at my straining erection.

I smiled my reply. Lucy continued…

“Anyway, here in this room, once the lovely girl has have been secured tightly to the cross they are fucked for 30 minutes before being exchanged for another. If they ever close their legs once up there they have their tits flogged much harder than they are now – for 20 or so minutes of continuous pain – but of course, none closes their legs, and they accept the cocks.  Does this excite you, Mr Fleming? A girl being taken like this?"

"Yes. This is something I would like to see Monica do."

"That can be arranged, Mr Fleming. It would be a treat to see her perform - to test her limits. Let us sit on that sofa over there and wait for your girls."

A hostess girl acknowledged our presence and immediately came over to take our drink order, ushering us to sit down and to enjoy the show.

Lucy idly played with my cock and leaned into me and kissed my cheek, whispering "Mmmm. That's such a nice cock. So hard. I can only imagine how good that will feel inside me."

I sat back and relaxed to Lucy's expert touch, getting more and more aroused by the brutal on stage fuck and the scene of lovers around me. I saw the bound girl's hands clench as the man sawed into her, his muscles rippling to his effort, her mouth open, sobbing and wailing into the microphone. Her legs wrapped around his waist for support, holding him inside her.

“That’s Mr Moore fucking her, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Lucy. It is. An interesting man. I gave him Chung’s card months and months ago and, as you have seen, he is quite subversive towards his wife, so clearly he and Mr Chung are a match made in heaven.”

“Should I ask his hostesses to take him up to see Katie once he has climaxed?”

“Of course. Allow him some time to recover, but yes. He must see her.”

“Over to your right. About three chairs over. That’s Mrs. Moore sucking on a lovely, hard dick.”

Bent over between the legs of a middle aged, masked man was Stephanie, working his shaft with her mouth, her legs straight, offering her ass to passersby. She was completely naked.

“Oh yes! Have I missed her initiation?” I kissed Lucy hard in her mouth and my hands enjoyed her gorgeous breasts.

“No. Don’t worry. She will be the center of attention very soon,” she said, just inches from my face. We kissed again.  “In just a few minutes, I think, it will start. The trust gifts are always near the start of the party. It gets everyone excited and ready to have a good time. I don’t think she be enjoying that cock for too much longer.”

“I can’t wait to see it, whatever it is.”

“You will enjoy it, Mr Fleming. I just know you will.”

I turned to see where our drinks were and just as I did I was greeted by a deep, passionate kiss. It was Linn, and behind her was Sarah. They both looked stunning. Sheer black stockings, suspenders and garter belt. Exposed breasts, pussy and ass. Smelling wonderful. Diamond chocker and earrings like many of the other girls.  Fantastic makeup and styled hair. I inhaled Linn's perfume and kissed her back. I felt Sarah kneel between my legs and her soft lips on my cock.

"Mr Fleming," she said. "I have been looking forward to this since I first tasted you." She opened her mouth and took me inside of her. Her tongue lapped against my erection and I raised my hips into her, wanting as much of me inside this beautiful blonde girl as possible.

Linn sat down to my left, and continued to kiss me, looking into my eyes, smiling and so, so beautiful. I cupped her breasts and my body tingled all over with sexual need.

"Mr Fleming- we are going to give ourselves to you tonight. We hope you like us. We can't wait for you to fuck us and feel your body when you come. I so enjoyed sucking your cock in the greeting line and so happy you chose me."

"Make sure you leave some of his come for me, Linn," said Lucy, her hand stroking my chest. "I will leave you now to your girls. Please let me know if there is anything else you need - more girls, a captive, massages for all of you - restraints, oils or toys. Anything. I will always be just a few feet away. I have you and one other gentleman to take care of. Linn - I understand Monica is now in Room 5. I will go and tell Mrs. Moore that her husband is on the stage, fucking that young girl." She kissed me and left towards Stephanie.

"What is Room 5?"

"Oh - it's just room where men get to enjoy girl in a very special way. You like it. There is a large viewing area too, so we'll go and check on Monica so soon. I am going to lick balls and suck cock with Sarah. Do you mind if we finger each other while we enjoy cock? Sarah has just the nicest pussy and she looks so good when she comes."

"No. Please. Go ahead." I couldn’t decide if her broken English was amusing or if it was going to drive me nuts. I sat back and enjoyed my two girls.

Everything was so sensual. So erotic.

Linn slid down my chest, kissing me all of the way and kneeled next to Sarah between my parted legs. They both worked my shaft, stroking my thighs, kissing and sucking me, kissing each other. I didn't know how last I could long, but sat back and watched the fucking on stage, the beating of the captive's tits, the cock sucking around me, the couple beginning to fuck by the door, the Asian girl now bending over one of the leather chairs, a hostess soothing oil over the waiting cock, and then guiding it into her ass and now the two stunning girls between my legs, exciting and thrilling every part of my cock and balls.

The sounds of fucking, gagging, moaning, leather on skin, passionate gasps, thrusting, skin on skin and the amplified fuck sounds of the girl on stage filled the room. It was the most incredible thing ever. Beautiful hostess girls, all in their black corsets and stockings, wafted around the room, bringing drinks, oils, and trays of sex toys and plugs. They lingered to a gentleman's touch, they offered praise and encouragement to the girls, telling them to suck harder, complementing the men on their cocks, touching and stroking them as they walked past.

Mr Moore on stage lurched into his orgasm, and groaned loudly as he came inside the restrained girl, pumping his cock violently. He withdrew, and the girls left the stage with him, smiling and stroking him, telling him how well he fucked, how good he looked. The helpless girl hung there, her legs wide open and held in the air, her sobbing now a quiet whimper, her tits red with hurt. Another man quickly replaced Moore, pushed his hard cock into her open pussy and began to fuck. One of his girls stood by his side, so he could kiss her and feel her breasts.

"Are you like that, Mr Fleming?" asked Linn, licking my crown. "Taking girls like he is?"

"All men are like that, Linn. It's just a case of whether we can control it or not."

I tidied Sarah's long blonde hair over her ear so that I could see my cock sink into her wonderful mouth and revel in her expert suction.

"You girls are so good. So pretty. You have made me so fucking hard."

Linn looked up to me and smiled. "We can't wait to make you come, Mr Fleming. I can't wait to feel you inside Linn, fucking Linn. Your cock is so beautiful. We love it, don’t we?”

“Inside me, fucking me, Linn,” I corrected.

“Yes, Linn. We love it,” said Sarah, giggling at my correction of her, slurping and licking, smiling up at me.

She sank her head down to the base of my cock, slowly moving back up and began to head fuck me, brushing her soft lips against me, her tongue caressing, her cheeks sucking, thrilling my entire body with her skillful and loving technique.

"I'd like to fuck you both now. I really need to come. Stand next to each other behind the sofa and bend forwards. Oh, and lick your fingers clean, please girls."

"Yes, Mr Fleming" they both said. I kissed them both as they walked around to the back of the sofa and ran my hands over the smooth, tight asses. I saw Lucy watching me, and she blew me a kiss.

"Who wants it first?"

"I do," they both said. More giggles.

I stood behind Linn and put both hands onto her tiny waist. I rubbed my cock against her pussy and between her tight little butt cheeks. Sarah looked over her shoulder and watched as I pushed my entire length into her friend. We both sighed with pleasure. I was so hard. Painfully hard.

"Linn - you are so amazingly tight. My god." I held my cock deep inside her, throbbing against her contracting pussy. I very , very slowly withdrew before surging forward again, eliciting a satisfying gasp from her.

"Linn, does he feel good?" asked Sarah.

"Yes. Oh yes. He is like steel! So deep inside me." Sarah leaned to her side to kiss her friend, and I began to fuck into Linn's smooth pussy.

I watched the show on stage, the man’s brutal fucking into the unwilling girl. I turned to see Lucy, watching with a smile on her face from the side, Sarah, looking back at me, waiting her turn, people all around me fucking and having their cock's sucked. A few couples and threesomes came over to watch us. The men stood while their girls took to their knees and began to stroke and suck them.

I reached to feel Linn's firm tits and continued to ease my cock back and forth into her, gaining more and more momentum and thrust. My other hand explored Sarah's upturned ass, and then I slid two fingers into her wet pussy, finger fucking her, arousing her, readying her for my cock.

"You are incredible, Linn. I have never felt anything like this. You are so wonderfully tight"

"Yes...yes....keep fucking Linn.....I love the cock, Mr Fleming. Fuck Linn. Fuck me."

I kept a hard pace going for another couple of minutes, relishing every second, my cock so hard, so alive, pulsating with desire. Her ass was so tight. I couldn't stop feeling her cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, pulling them apart to see her ass hole. It hardly rippled as I pounded against it. I slowly and reluctantly withdrew out of her tight chasm and moved over to Sarah. While I slid into her from behind she stood up, arching her lower back away from me, her shoulders towards me, pushing her chest out, allowing me to cup both of her beautiful breasts.

"You feel so good, Sarah. Your tits are perfect. So, so perfect."

Linn stood up next to me, her body touching mine, her hand stroking me, my chest, my surging cock, my ass, while her other hand found her pussy and she began to masturbate to us. We kissed, deeply, and I squeezed and fondled Sarah's breasts, and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. I was oblivious to everything around me, just lost, completely lost, in my desire for these two stunning girls.

Linn sat on the top of the sofa's back, her legs apart, inviting, and I pulled out of Sarah to take Linn again, facing her, kissing her, and pumping eagerly back inside of her. Sarah dropped to her knees, moving her face next my cock, and licked me as I slid my erection by her mouth and into Linn’s pussy.

Linn hung onto my arm and around my neck and threw her head back.  I kissed her neck, licked and gently bit into breasts, tonguing her hard nipples. I watched my cock slide back and forth into her, driving us both on into the pleasure we so desperately craved.

"I can't hang on much longer. I am going to come."

"Don't stop now,' pleaded Linn, "Keep fucking me, ah, yes, yes." Her nails ripped into my back as her body shook into orgasm, twisting and convulsing against me, her head still back, mouth open, hair hanging down, coming on my cock. Still, somehow, I continued to fuck her, making sure her orgasm was complete. "Get on your knees, Linn. Next to Sarah. I am going to come now. I am going to come. I can't hang on...hurry…"

She quickly got down and I dropped my arms to my side, my head back, and let Sarah stroke my cock over their faces and hungry, open mouths.

"Oh god," I muttered, and then erupted my fluid over them, pulsating my come over their faces, into their mouths and on to their tongues. Sarah's hand continued to love over and around my cock, milking me for everything that I had, peaking me higher and higher. My hips stretched forwards over them, my orgasm so intense, my come drenching over them, draining me, coming hard, surging and fucking into her hand.  My pleasure calmed and I smiled at them, their lovely smiling faces all lined with my white juice. My cock still moved on autopilot, gently pumping back and forth, slower, calmer, into Sarah's sensual touch.

I stood over my two girls, breathing hard, catching my breath, enjoying their tongues on my cock, licking me clean. The audience around us slowly moved away. I noticed the man on stage was still fucking his restrained girl, her face a mixture of pleasure and sobbing. Lucy had come closer to us, to watch my orgasm, smiling, her nipples hard with excitement.

"Linn," said Lucy approaching. "Let him get his breath back and take him to see Monica." She kissed me and pulled herself close. "I like how you fuck," she whispered, and bent down to Linn and Sarah and licked off some of my come from their faces.

"Yummy," she said. "You taste delectable."

The girls licked each other clean, and another hostess brought over a  couple of white, warm moist towels for us all to freshen up.

I suddenly heard a scream and looked up. It was Stephanie. She had been dragged off the hard cock she was attending two by the two Asian heavyweights I had seen earlier in the introduction corridor. Her tits looked great. The terrified look on her face was even better.

Her crying and pleading had grabbed the attention of everybody, and guests and girls all followed her struggles to the far side of the room, where I saw Mr Chung was waiting.

“Shall we?” I said to Linn and Sarah.

“Yes,” they said. “Let’s go.”

We kissed, stood up and joined the crowd, now semi circling around Mrs. Moore, who was being firmly held by the two men, facing us.

Mr Chung stepped forwards, helping himself to a quick feel of Stephanie’s tits and then turned to address the crowd.

“Gentlemen…and ladies…tonight we have two new members joining us and we will be starting with the initiation of the lovely wife of Mr Moore. Also, as all of you know, we are honored to have Monica here with us tonight, and she will be giving herself to us on behalf of Mr Fleming.”

The crowd cheered and applauded. I looked around but I could not see Monica anywhere. Her initiation would be later, I guessed.

“Before you show me your appreciation, Monica is currently available to you upstairs – Room 5, I believe - but will be initiated to our society in my own private chambers. Select guests will be invited to watch. Such has Monica’s past year been for her that I feel her welcome requires a very specific greeting.”

A few murmurs of disappointment.

“But….please enjoy Mrs. Moore to the fullest. Gentlemen,” he said turning to the two heavies. “Please get her ready.”

Stephanie looked terrified and her eyes were locked onto her husband. She struggled briefly but the two strong men held her tightly. Mr Moore stood to one side with his two girls, smiling, sipping his drink and loving every second of her anguish. I held Linn’s hand and put my other onto Sarah’s ass. Both girls had their nearest arms around my waist.

Mr Chung beckoned me forwards to the front of the crowd, so my view was not obstructed, and everybody politely parted to make way for us.

I was able to see for the first time what was in store for Mrs. Moore.

The men now had her lying flat on the floor, face down, and were securing her to the inside corners of a large, rectangular iron frame. Each wrist and ankle was forced into a metal cuff that was then chained to each of the four corners, spreadeagling her legs and arms apart. They tightened each restraint, stretching her limbs forwards and outwards.

To each corner of the frame looped more chains that ran up via a pulley system to the ceiling. I could see where this was going.

“Oh god. Please. Jesus. Please help me,” she pleaded.

Then the winching began. One of the heavies pulled on the main cable leading up to the pulley and hoisted Mrs Moore up. The entire frame, horizontal and gently swaying, was lifted up into the air, stopping at about five feet. Under her own weight, the middle section of her body hung down, lower than her restrained extremities. Her tits looked fantastic.

My mind began to race at the possibilities. A man could step inside the frame and fuck her mouth or pussy or….. and then I saw on the wall behind her, held by hooks, were an array of floggers, crops, paddles, leather straps and whips. She was going to be beaten.

Mr Chung walked over to the sobbing Mrs. Moore and put his hand gently on to the back of her head.

“Mrs. Moore. Your crying and sobbing is music to all of our ears. So delightful. Please tell us, if you can, the Society Oath.”

“Please let me down. Please. I want to go home.”

Laughter from Mr Chung and a few audience members.

“Mrs. Moore – you know we can make this last all night if we want to. It is your husband’s will that you will suffer for us and it is his wish that we must respect. Please tell us the Society Oath. Nice and loud so everybody can hear.”

She paused her crying to gather herself. Her black hair hung over her face. I turned to kiss each of my girls and focused back on Stephanie. At last she was able to control her breathing and spoke.

“I willingly give all of myself to each and every present member of this sacred society. My body belongs to you, always.”

“And you do this through your own choice, and through the love and devotion to your husband?”

“Yes.” A dramatic pause. “I do.”

“Very good,” enthused Mr Chung, walking over to the wall to select a flogger. “See? That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Stephanie hung helpless, and started to cry again.

“Mr Moore has already kindly entered her details into our membership database. Your next newsletter will have all of Mrs. Moore’s contact details. And Monica’s for that matter. Book early for that one! I look forward to hearing your adventures with our two very pretty new additions at our next gathering.”

Mr Chung looked at his watch. It was nearly 11pm.

“Until midnight. Mrs. Moore. You will receive our vicious, callous and perverted desires until then. We will begin now.”

And with that, he whipped up his flogger under arm to crack the tongues of leather against her tits. Mrs. Moore made an almighty scream and buckled against her restraints, sending the entire frame into a wider swing. He lashed her again, and again. He opened his fly to free his hard cock, stroked himself briefly, and then whipped the leather against her tender tits again. He laughed out loud at her misery. He was really enjoying himself. A line quickly began to form to one side, men wanting their turns, some over by the wall selecting their crop of flogger, swishing them through the air in practice strokes.

“Would you like a turn?” whispered Sarah.

“No. I am happy watching for a bit. I would like to see Monica soon, to make sure she is being attended to.”

Sarah slipped her hand down the front of my trousers and began to play with my cock while we watched. I deep kissed both of them and grabbed a drink from a passing hostess. I saw Mr Moore smiling, a cruel smile, his cock getting sucked while he watched his wife’s nightmare unfold. Her entire chest was beginning to redden already and I knew she was going to take many weeks to heal after tonight. Her back was beading with sweat. Her hair looking ragged. Her tits looked sensational still.

“You’re getting hard already!” said Sarah. “I can feel you!”

“Is he?” laughed Linn, who looked down to see Sarah’s hand moving inside my trousers. She turned and kissed me, and ran her hands over my chest and then too reached down to my cock, and began to unzip my fly. I leaned over to kiss them both again, and then I licked Linn’s breasts, and then relished Sarah’s, feeling her tight ass and then reaching between her parted legs to caress her pussy.

Chung lashed up again, punishing Stephanie’s tits. She reflexively flinched up from the unforgiving leather, but her wrists and ankles had no strength, and she was able to raise herself, briefly, for a glorious split second before dropping back down to receive the next lash.

Her nipples were as hard as nails. Her head raised slightly to each lash, reflexively protective, and that gave us a chance to see her wretched face, wracked in immense pain, drenched in falling tears.

A second man began cracking a wooden cane onto her ass, and again she jolted in her suspended frame, crying, screaming, begging to be let down, but the vicious blows kept coming. All over her body. Two men at a time. Working every inch of her. Ruthlessly they sought spared flesh before marking it with their pain.

“The Oath, Mrs. Moore. Please tell us once more,” spat Mr Chung, whipping the flogger hard against her unprotected tits again.

“I willingly give all myself…..to each and every present member of this…….sacred society.” She struggled for breath. “My body belongs to you, always.”

“Again!” he demanded.

 

“I willingly give all myself to all members of the society. My body belongs to you.”

Chung took his flogger and whipped over her back and ass, harder than ever, hard enough to make MY eyes water. Two more brutal lashes against her tits again. The second man whipped his cane against her soft, soft inner thighs.

“Say it correctly, Mrs. Moore.”

“Oh God, oh God…Please….Uhm… I willingly give all myself to each and every present member of this sacred society. Oh God. My body belongs to you, always. Please stop.”

“Better. Again.”

She said it again. Correctly. And the flogging and caning and paddling and whipping and lashing and pain went on and on. Chung lashed her for maybe five minutes or so before leaving, passing his flogger to another man who seemed only too eager to take his place. Searing pain continued to lash against her body, from all directions.

Eventually after twenty or so minutes she gave into them, and stopped pleading, and stopped sobbing, and gave in, limply suspended by her wrists and ankles. She just took the pain, barely conscious, repeating over and over the Oath, giving herself to them.

Some men that had had their sadistic urges quenched had already left, taking their girls to explore the house’s delights. Others grew bored as the girl succumbed and they also left. But most stayed. The perverted watched, smiling, captivated, their cocks hard, in the mouths of their girls. Some masturbated to Stephanie’s pain.

"Let's go and find Monica," said Sarah. "I don’t want to watch anymore."

“I agree. I am not sure Mrs. Moore can take - anymore.” We held hands, me in the middle, turned and began to walk out of the Great Room.

“Tell us, Mr Fleming, did you really make Monica sleep with a butt plug in?” asked Linn.

"My," I eventually said. "News does travel fast."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

Both of them giggled.

"After a few months she couldn't sleep without it."

"How long before you hard to fuck?" asked Linn.

"Hard to fuck? You mean ‘hard enough to fuck’. I don't know, Linn. Probably another 30 seconds in this place."

They both laughed. That adorable, girly laugh that all men love. I saw Lucy walking off to tend to her other guest, and we ambled through the door, chatting, laughing, kissing, flirting and holding hands to Room 5.

We passed another long legged, naked girl strutting her wears, the pony tail protruding from her ass slicing through the air. A naked man was masturbating over two girls, one of whom was fucking her friend with a red strap on cock. Up the lavish stair case we went, curving up and around to the second floor. Near the top a masked man - wearing just his shirt and mask - was frantically ramming his cock into one of his girls while the other watched, patiently waiting for her turn. His body was pinning her to the floor, and his ass pistoned up and down, driving his cock into her.

"What's with the guys in the masks?"

"They are usually politicians," said Sarah.

"Or cops," said Linn. "There are several high ranking police officers here tonight. I can't tell if that is one or not, but Mr Chung wisely invites several to each of his parties. You should introduce yourself. Just in case Monica or Katie starts any trouble. They are very much on Mr Chung's side, Mr Fleming. You will never have any problems. The best currency in the world is pussy, Mr Fleming. I am sure you know that."

"That's good to know."

To the right was Room 5, well lit, the double wooden doors open, inviting all in. Hanging upside down from the ceiling was Monica. Her legs were secured wide open to a metal rod that was suspended by a wire to a rail bolted to the ceiling. The rail ran across entire the width of the room. Her hands were secured behind her back and they in turn we secured to a belt that ran around her waist, keeping them high and in position. Her naked body hovered over a row of seated men, their cocks out, her mouth in their laps, sucking them from above. The rail allowed the men to slide her over to the next cock after a minute or so, so she could be shared. The men squeezed and gripped her tits, slapping them and pinching them. Mr Chung was there, standing behind Monica, striking her back with a leather crop, laughing and teasing her.

"Mr Fleming!" he called out. "So good to see you. I see you have made wonderful choices tonight. Linn and Sarah are both very beautiful, are they not?"

I smiled and nodded my agreement.

"Monica is very entertaining! You have trained her well. She has satisfied so many cocks tonight. So many men want her. She's like a whore celebrity!" he said, laughing, and continued beating her ass with some force with his crop.

As we watched more men filed in, eager to get their share of Monica.

"Girls - can we go?"

They smiled and nodded, and began to walk away. I had found so much joy in Linn and Sarah that Monica seem like old news now, like a toy that I had out grown.

"Yes. Let's find a private room where we can chat and grab a drink or two. Lucy will be up soon," assured Linn.

"Does Mr Chung ever fuck? It seems all his does is beat the crap out of everyone.”

“Oh, he fucks. Usually much later on,” replied Sarah. “He is older and doesn’t have the energy like he used to.” More laughs from the two of them.

We had only taken just a few steps out of Monica's room when the animalistic sounds of sex reached us, the familiar grunts of effort, of skin slapping against skin, all coming from the next party room.

We took a step towards the next action when Sarah said "Oh - look - isn't that your friend Katie?"

To my left across the hallway  I saw her, young Katie, outside of her cage and naked on all fours, her legs wide apart, her ass invitingly high in the air. She was surrounded by three men who were taunting her, listening to her beg. The girls with the men egged her on, telling her she must try harder if she really wanted them to fuck her ass. Another woman stood behind Katie, topless with tight rubber leggings, presumably one of Mr Chung’s permanent staff. She idly swatted Katie’s as with a crop

"Please. I am so hungry for cock. So thirsty for come. Please fuck my tight ass. Please fuck my mouth. I want your cocks."

The men laughed, and felt her ass and tits, and told her they didn't believe her, and that she should beg more. They rubbed their  own cocks and laughed, drinking and taunting poor Katie.

"I'll fuck your pussy if you want to," said one of the men.

"No. I want it in my ass. Please. Please fuck my ass. I'll make it so good for you. I am so tight. Please fuck me. You can use my mouth if you want to, but you must promise to fuck my ass. I beg you."

I walked over to her and looked down at her.

“Katie!”

She looked up and quickly pasted a smile on her face. “Mr Fleming! It’s so nice to see you again! Would you like to fuck my ass?”

“Why on earth would I want to do that? I have two gorgeous girls here that are far more attractive than you.”

“Mistress – may I please kneel?”

“Yes, Katie. You may,” said the woman.

Katie rose to her knees and knelt such that her mouth was inches from my exposed cock, her hands she placed behind her back and she straightened her spine, pushing her tits out nicely. She looked up at me and I could see her makeup had been running down from her eyes.

“Mr Fleming – may I please speak?”

“Yes, Katie. You may.”

“Thank you, Mr Fleming. I won’t take too much of your time.  I am so glad to see you again. I just wanted to say how sorry I am for going to my lawyer after the Christmas party. I now realize what a terrible mistake I made doing that. In all honesty I loved getting fucked by Mr Henderson and his friends at the party. Mr Chung has taught me to understand my deep need for cock and to receive a man in my ass. I am now only truly happy when a man is using my ass for his pleasure. I am learning to fuck two men at the same time now. I am such a good fuck now, Mr Fleming. ”

“I see.” Sarah reached down and began to stroke my cock.

“You sending me to Mr Chung was the best thing to have ever happened to me. I am so grateful, Mr Fleming.”

She sounded desperate. Her mistress struck her lightly across the back with the crop. “What else is Mr Chung doing for you, Katie?”

“Mr Chung is so generously paying me too, Mr Fleming. He is so kind to me. He is like a father to me now, so kind and generous. For every man that comes inside my ass he gives me 10 cents. I am saving up to buy some clothes as I do not have anything. Last month I was able to buy a pair of used panties from my Mistress for $130. Now I am saving up for a t-shirt.”

“Your parents are here tonight, Katie. Will you allow you father to use your ass?”

“If that is what he wants. I would like that very much. I am excited that he will be able to see what a great ass fuck I am now. I hope another man could fuck my mouth at the same time. Perhaps you, Mr Fleming?”

Sarah began to rub my hard cock over Katie’s face, and began to giggle again, moving my cock around to just barely avoid Katie’s open mouth.

“In fact, about an hour ago I was fucking your mother’s face with my cock. Sorry – you step mother. She’s quite good, you know. Do you want to be as good at sucking cock as her?”

Katie nodded.

“Well, I think the only way to find out who is best is to get Mr Moore up here. He will surely know who is the best cock sucker – his wife or his daughter.”

She paused while my cock slid over her face, her tongue coming out to try to touch me, but once again

Sarah steered my cock away.

“Perhaps I could please suck your cock, Mr Fleming, while my father fucks my ass? Please let me do that. Please, Mr Fleming.”

“Maybe, Katie. We’ll see. Mistress - could I see half a dozen hard lashes across her tits, please, and we’ll be on her way.”

“Of course, Mr Fleming.”

“And Katie – keep looking at me, and a nice wide smile, please.”

“You are so wicked,” said Sarah.

“If you drop the smile, even for a split second, I will ask your mistress to start again from the beginning. Do you think that is fair, Katie?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I think that is very fair.”

“Oh my god,” said Sarah. “Is that how you talk to Monica?”

I didn’t reply and we all stepped back and enjoyed Katie’s painful flogging with the crop.

“A little harder on the last two, please Mistress,” I said.

The leather struck her tits with a pleasing crack.

“And six more on the ass, please,” said Linn, getting into the swing of things.

“Good girl,” I said, and kissed her cheek.

At the end of her beating I kissed passionately Sarah and Linn and leaned in so that Katie could just briefly kiss my cock head. “I think these three young men have waited long enough now. Do excuse me gentlemen. Please enjoy her body now,” I said, wiping away her tears with my hand. “So I’ll be off to enjoy my beautiful companions here. I’ll send your father up if I see him again.”

“Yes. Thank you Mr Fleming. It is so nice to see you again,” and she got back onto all fours and waited to receive the approaching cocks

I then pulled my girls away and walked off into the other party room next to Room 5 where we heard all of the commotion from.

Standing at the foot of the large king sized bed was a young Asian man, his cock being tended to by the mouth of a pretty young Asian girl, also on all fours, her ass pushed back to receive the pounding cock of another man, taking her from behind. All were naked. We could tell they had been fucking for some time. The room had plenty of space for seating and there must have been a ten or so other guests there already. The men all had their cocks out and were being attended to by their girls. On the far side two girls were kissing, lost in their own world of passion and lust. I could see that one of them was the new girl, Rebecca and the other looked like Betty, the girl who had a penchant for two cocks at once. One of these girls would be up next, I supposed.

We found a three chairs slightly to one side and sat down to watch. Camilla came by and took our drinks orders - just sparkling water for me, and the girls ordered a bottle of Champagne. I sat in the middle and allowed both girls to idly stoke my legs while we enjoyed the show.

"The man getting sucked off is Danny. That is Mr Chung's son," whispered Sarah. "He is usually with the captives. Like his father he enjoys to torment." Just as she finished that sentence we heard Monica cry out loud from the other room.

"Do they ever hurt you, Linn?"

"Sometimes."

"But not as much as they used to, right Linn?" said Sarah. "Linn was a captive once, you see."

"Yes – I heard that. What happened?"

"My father paid off his debt to Mr Chung, which released me. They treat me quite well now."

"Why don't you leave?"

"Where would I go? I have no money. I cannot get back to China and Mr Chung has my passport for another year as further punishment to my family. And I cannot go to the police as Mr Chung will go for my family, and my sisters."

The men on the bed were changing positions. One man laid face up and the girl eased herself onto his cock so that she faced him. Danny shuffled up behind them on his knees. He snapped his fingers to the returning Camille who scampered over with the lubricant, soothing some onto his cock for him. He pushed forward, and eased his cock into the girl's ass, and began to butt fuck her. The girl rocked her hips back and forth, trying to please both cocks. Her face was contorted with pain, and she clearly wasn't enjoying this, and she grimaced even more when the men began to squeeze and hurt her tits.

"Here are your drinks ladies," smiled Camilla. "And sparkling water for you, Mr Fleming." She poured out our drinks into glasses and leaned into me, so that I could smell her, and feel her warmth. "Lucy wants you, you know," she whispered into my ear. Her hand rested on my hardening cock as she spoke. "Her room is at the back of this building, number 16. But later. Much later." She pulled away, turned on the spot so that I could see her ass, and then left to tend to her other guests.

"What did she say?" asked Linn.

"Oh, nothing. She just wanted to make sure I was having a good time."

The girl on the bed was now cleaning the cock that had just been in her ass.

"I love your cock so much," she gasped. Danny kneeled, offering her his hard shaft to suck on  and watched her work. The other man was behind her, feeling her tits and playing with his own cock.

"Yours is the only cock I want."

A girl after my own heart. I should offer her a job at the firm.

When he was satisfied with her work he turned her over and she immediately took the other man's cock back onto her mouth, and Danny mounted her again, fucking his cock into her pussy (I think - it wasn't easy to tell), his legs either side of hers, and began to pound his full weight into the young girl. He slapped her ass while he fucked, pulled her long dark hair and casually looked around the room at his audience. The man receiving her mouth pulled her down further onto him, so that his cock was all of the way inside her, and threw his head back in pleasure, and began to brutally fuck up into her throat.

I turned to Sarah and lifted her hand off my leg and back onto my cock. "Who is this girl? They are treating her like a captive."

Sarah looked at me, her face told me I was going to hear an answer that I didn't want to hear.

"It's Mr Chung's youngest daughter. Danny's sister." I felt the blood rushing back into my cock. "Does that also excite you, Mr Fleming?" said Sarah, now stroking my fully erect cock. "Do you like watching a brother and sister fuck?" She kissed me, and was fully aware of my arousal.

"Well," I said, caressing her breasts. "It's not something you see every day."

Linn moved closer  to kiss me, and join Sarah caressing and soothing her hand over and around my cock. We kissed and fondled and touched for another ten minutes. I loved watching the two girls kiss each other, their hunger for each other's lips and bodies turning me on more and more.

"Shall we go? Linn - do you have a room just for us? I don't want to fuck for a crowd again. I just want us three."

"I have my own room - it's at the back away from all of this. It’s next to all of the hostess bedrooms. We can go there. But we have to be quiet - Mr Chung expects everything out in the open so everyone can watch."

"OK. Sarah - are you allowed back there?"

"No. I am supposed to be viewable by all at all times."

"Well, you can blame me for anything, Sarah. Mr Chung owes me plenty of favours if he finds out. Shall we go?"

"Just one thing, Mr Fleming," whispered Linn. "To get to my room we have to go past Mr Chung's. He sometimes goes there during parties."

"That will just add to the intrigue and excitement, won't it?"

We got up and left. I straightened my clothing out. With one hand on each of the girls' asses, their arms around me, we walked off, away from the party. I noticed the room that Monica was in was now empty but nearby couples were still fucking and masturbating. I wondered where Monica had gone now.

Quietly we made our way through the house, down the stairway we came up earlier, through corridor after hallway, past kitchens and the expansive library. Linn quietly opened another heavy wooden door that led to another part of the house, with newer brick work and was remarkably less sumptuous than where we had been. We walked as silently as we could over the floorboards and through the dim light.

"I feel like a child escaping from boarding school."

"What is boarding school?" whispered Linn, leading the way with her hand always on my erection.

Sarah got the giggles. I turned to her and kissed her, holding her sexy, naked body close to mine, running my hands over her ass and breasts, pushing my tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. I pushed my cock against her, and kissed her still more, and then felt her hand on me, encircling my length.

"Mmmmm, this is nice."

"The only way to stop a  beautiful girl giggling," I said, cupping her breasts, licking the nipples and kissing them. "Is to fill her mouth with cock. Do you want me to fuck you again, my gorgeous Sarah?"

"Yes. Yes I do."

I turned to Linn, and kissed her just as passionately, feeling her small, tight body against me, kneading her sensationally small ass.

"And what about you, my lovely Linn. Do you want me to fuck you too?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I want that." She pulled away. "Come on, my room is just up here."

Suddenly, from behind one of the doors we had just passed, I  heard a girl sobbing and crying.

"It's Monica!" I said.

"Shhhh," whispered Linn. "This is one of Mr Chung's rooms. Please can we go? He is in there with her. With other guests too. Her initiation. He will make her say the Oath."

We stood quietly and listened.

"You will get me in trouble!" protested Linn.

I kissed her.

"Please, Mr Chung. Please no more." Monica’s pleading was sincere, that much was clear. I heard a whoosh through the air and the crack of something hard on her skin. Monica cried out in pain. More sobbing, louder this time. "Please stop. Please. I'll do anything. Please."

"What is he doing?" I whispered to Linn

"I don't know. Maybe leather flogger again, like Mrs. Moore. He like that."

"Why would he not do this in the Great Room? Why come back here?"

"Because he doesn't want the other girls to see him do these very bad things. He wants us to think he is a nice man."

“I am no detective, Linn, but I suspect everyone knows what he likes to do.”

Sarah nonchalantly stroked my cock as we continued to listen.

"Mr Chung...please. Please let me suck your cock. Please stop the pain. Please."

"Oh you will be sucking my cock, you whore. But not until I have made your tits burn. Not until your ass is so beaten that it will take weeks to heal. Not until I have rammed my clenched fist up your slutty cunt. Now - I am going to beat one of your tits to a pulp, and the other I will put hot needles into. Which tit gets what?"

"Oh God. Oh please. God. Please let me go. I will do anything. Please."

"Which tit gets the needles? If you don't tell me I will do it to them both."

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me - I can't take it anymore. I beg you. I beg you.  I didn't know it was going to be like this."

"PICK ONE!" shouted Chung.

"Left!" cried out Monica, the fear palpable. "Needle my left tit." The sobbing was now uncontrollable. I almost felt sorry for her.

"Ask me politely, you vermin," demanded Chung.

"Please..." she sobbed..."Please put hot needles into my left tit."

"Only cheap whores would ask me to do such a thing. You disgust me. Tell me your Oath to us."

“Oh god. Please don’t hurt me. Please.”

“Say it, woman.”

“er….er…. I willingly give all of myself to each and every present member of this sacred society. My body, er, belongs to you, always. Please don’t hurt me,”

I heard muffled words and the sobbing changed tone. It sounded like he had gagged her.

"Do you want to go fuck now?" asked Linn.

"Yes - let's go now," urged Sarah.

"Soon, girls. Soon."

From inside, I heard chains rattle and twist. Her restraints.

"Move and it will hurt so much more."

Silence.

And then a shrieking, high pitched wail like nothing I have ever heard.  Her restraints clanged and rattled. I could only imagine Monica twisting in agony as the needle plunged deeply into her tit. And the look of terror on her face. And the other men in there with her, smiling art her, loving her agony.

"OK. That's enough. C'mon," I said to them both. "Take us to your room, Linn."

Linn took my hand, and I grabbed Sarah's, and walked off down the corridor - passed Lucy's Room 16 I noted - and then at the end Linn pushed open her door and welcomed us both in to her bedroom. Her room was large, swamped by a large king sized bed. The lights were dim, like everywhere else it seemed. A couch, a few chairs, plush carpet and antique light fixtures, matching the rest of the house.

"I want your cock, Mr Fleming," whispered Sarah in her lovely English accent.

"And I want you too, Sarah. I can't stop looking at your ass. It's so tight and smooth. I want to fuck you there. Will you let me do that to you? Will you give your ass to my cock?" My hands kneaded her butt cheeks and I kissed her breasts, licking her all the way up to her mouth, and my tongue sought hers. I fucked into her hand.

"Yes, of course. If you are gentle with me," she purred, breaking our kiss.

“I hope you are not saying that just because I am Chung’s guest.”

“No. I want you to fuck my ass. I know you want it. That turns me on.”

“Please, both of you, take off your lingerie. I want you naked.”

I stepped back and watched while they undressed, slowly unhooking their stockings from their suspenders and sliding them down their legs. Their eyes never leaving mine, smiling, teasing, cupping their own breasts and enjoying them, then caressing each other’s. They turned and began to kiss, their hands enjoying the other’s yielding body.

“You are both such beautiful girls.”

I undressed while they loved each other, my cock rigid.

I walked back over to Sarah and felt her, gliding my hands over her wonderful skin. She immediately reached for my cock, and began to stroke my hardness. I put a finger into her mouth and she sucked and tongued me. I pulled out and moved my hand down to her pussy and slipped my finger inside her. She breathed sharply and her hand began to move up and down my cock. I gently began to finger fuck her and brushed my thumb gently over her clit. Our mouths were so close, close but not touching. I could feel her hips move slightly against my probing finger, seeking deeper penetration.  I moved my mouth down to her tits,  lovingly suckling her most beautiful flesh and bit, gently, but then with more urgency. My tongue raced around the nipple and I bit further still, savoring the taste and firmness of her breast.

I saw Linn move to the bed, and sat on the edge watching us, her hands moving over her pussy and breasts, caressing and arousing herself.

"Open your legs wide, for us Linn."

I turned my beautiful blonde Sarah around so that we faced Linn. From behind her I pushed my hard cock against her ass and reached around to fill my hands with her glorious tits. Her hands moved back to touch my cock again, and I moved closer to her, pushing my erection against her young body, fucking against her, rubbing my cock against the curve of her ass, my desperate needs rising.

"Mmmm. Your cock feels so nice against me."

I kissed the side of her neck, and ran my hands all over her, enjoying her youthful beauty.

"I want your ass so bad," I whispered in her ear, kissing her, licking her neck, my hands roaming and exploring, never stopping their touch. “Your ass is so perfect.”

I let her go, somehow, and walked over to Linn. She looked up at me, and then cast her eyes forwards to my cock, just inches from her face. She reached for it, and tenderly began to dance her hand over my hard shaft.

"Sarah - come to us."

As soon as Sarah came to my side I once again kissed her succulent, mouthwatering lips, putting my hand on her ass, pushing my cock towards Linn. I felt her mouth around me almost instantly, licking me and sucking me and kissing me and wanting me. I wanted so bad to fuck her mouth, but I resisted, and allowed her to pleasure me in her own delightful way. Sarah reached down to fondle my balls, raking her hands over my chest and back, down to my ass, thighs and back up and all over me again.

“Yes,” she murmured. “I want your delicious, hard cock in my ass.”

Linn swirled her tongue around my cockhead, kissed my thighs, and then got off the bed to kiss my chest and mouth and then climbed onto the bed and got on her hands and knees. She turned around, so that her smooth, tight ass wagged provocatively at me, inviting me to fuck. Her wonderful breasts kept their shape perfectly, yearning to be cupped and caressed. She turned her head to look at me and smiled, and looked again at my hard cock.

"Linn - back up a bit so your ass hangs over the edge of the bed - Sarah - can you get on the floor underneath, face up?" The girls did as they were asked and I straddled Sarah so that my cock was directly over her face, and Linn's ass was in front of me, her pussy glistening with anticipation.

"Pass me a pillow, Linn."

I placed it under Sarah's head on the edge of the bed so her face was closer to the underside of my cock. She opened her lips and I guided myself over her tongue and into her mouth.

"Ahh...Sarah is sucking me now, Linn. Soon I will be inside you, Linn. Fucking you. Jesus….Sarah - you are so good. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.' I squeezed and stroked Linn's, tight, school girl ass, slipping a single finger into her dripping pussy and gently fucked her with it. She began to rock her body against me, forcing my finger deeper.

"You are so wet, Linn. You are so hungry for cock, aren't you?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck, Mr Fleming."

“’To fuck me’, Linn, me.”

I pulled my cock out of Sarah's mouth and fucked between Linn's ass cheeks, feeling Sarah's tongue on my balls now. Sarah gasped a little and I looked down to see that she was masturbating, and then I looked back to the horny as fuck Linn.

"Your ass looks so tight and small, Linn. It makes me so hard looking at you.” I pushed my hips forwards and watched my shaft sink slowly into her hot, tight pussy. I gripped onto her tiny waist and pulled her onto my cock, sliding deep inside her body. I marveled at the most erotic sight - her sensual ass swaying back and forth, impaling herself onto my hard cock while I managed to stay still, letting her fuck me.

"And your cock.....your cock fill me so good....so good."

Sarah licked and sucked my balls, her hands stroked and caressing my legs and thighs. Linn began to grind her ass onto me and I could not help but fuck back into her glorious body. I relished her tightness so much. It was exquisite. Only after hours of this fucking did I want to flood her with my come. I wanted her to drown in my come. I wanted her soaking in the stuff, making her mine, filling her cunt, drenching her tits and ass. I wanted this tight, lithe body to be completely mine, to fuck all day, forever.

I pulled out and slipped my cock back into Sarah's waiting mouth, reaching to cup and love Linn's breasts, hanging so provocatively, enjoying Sarah's dancing tongue, gliding over the hard cock pumping past her lips. And then I slammed into Linn’s pussy again, this time fucking her hard, slapping her ass with my hand, pulling gently on her hair, squeezing her tits harder and harder. Then again back into Sarah’s open mouth, enjoying her suction and love. Then back into Linn’s tight, so fucking tight, pussy for a more urgent pounding, driving harder and harder, inspired by Linn’s gasps and moans.

Sarah got up and stood next to me, kissing me, watching me fuck. She crawled on the bed, pausing to let me caress her offered ass, and then went over to lie on the bed facing me so that her pussy was under Linn's mouth. Sarah opened her legs and began to fondle her own breasts, settling back against the pillows and watched, open mouthed, as Linn lowered herself down and began to eat her cunt.

Sarah gasped and her breathing labored to Linn's mouth, her head rocking back into her sensations. Linn's now upturned ass looked even more incredible, even tighter, and I continued to fuck her with an eager pace, still playing and enjoying her smooth skin and curves with my insatiable hands.

Myself and Linn shuffled forward, so now I was off the floor and kneeling on the bed, over and between Sarah's wide legs. The girls kissed, and now Linn's ass hovered over Sarah's pussy, giving me a wonderful choice. Bending slightly forwards, I fucked into Sarah, fucking her aggressively, biting into Linn's back, pounding down hard, fucking hard, relentlessly pumping my cock, sliding deeply into smooth cunt, harder and faster and deeper. Sarah was moaning and writhing on the bed, her breasts rubbing against Linn's, her legs wide, giving herself completely to me.

I eased my cock back into Linn, and let her rock back on to me again, giving me a moment to recover, to enjoy this amazing view of two beautiful girls, both sensually moving and kissing and loving together. And loving me as one. Linn moved off Sarah so I could take her friend harder than before, and she laid on her side facing us, masturbating to our desperate fucking.

I pounded into Sarah, fucked her on and on, relishing her beauty, her sensational body, making her come, loud, violent. She looked so beautiful, her climax was spectacular and carefree. I continued until I was sure she had subsided, and then I moved up to fuck her tits, and Sarah mushed them together for me, looking up at me, smiling, lustful, hungry, wanting more rigid cock. I eagerly fucked into her tit valley and then back into her pretty mouth, to feel her succulent lips around me again.

"I want your cock now," said Linn.

I fucked Sarah's pretty mouth some more, and then moved to lie between the girls, face up, allowing their hands to play with my cock and balls, kissing them, turning from side to side to meet their eager mouths.

Linn straddled my waist and reached for my cock, lifting it up to meet her descending pussy. She sank her body down and sighed her pleasure as our bodies joined again. She leaned forward and we kissed. My hands ran over her smooth thighs, over her slim waist and onto her breasts, enjoying their ripe firmness and beauty.

Linn rocked her hips and began to slide herself up and down on my excited shaft, impaling herself so that my entire length penetrated her. We kissed deeply, relishing the complete pleasure pulsing through our bodies. Her breathing quickened to her effort and we fucked long and hard, savoring the thrilling sensations of our sex. My hands never stopped touching her, never stopped stroking her, pulling her close, feeling her gorgeous skin.

Sarah snuggled in, kissing me, running her hands over my chest and over Linn, telling her to fuck me harder, telling her how hot she looked.

As she came she sat up right, arching her spine and throwing her head back, her mouth wide and eyes shut tight as the orgasm overwhelmed her.  Her jet black hair bounced wildly. Her lustful gasps were so beautiful to hear, so sexy, so passionate, her senses lost to everything except her uncontrollable pleasure. I kneaded her breasts, now pushed out and utterly irresistible, and flicked up my hips to her downward strokes, slapping my cock into her, fucking her back with all my strength, making her come as hard as I could.

She calmed, briefly, and swiveled around with my cock still buried inside her, and now her back was facing me. She leant forward so that her head hovered just over my feet. Her ass looked so unbelievably good - so small and compact, tight, and now moving once again up and down my hard cock. It was an amazingly erotic sight. Her hips driving her ass back and forth, up and down, her squeals of delight and effort so exciting, my cock as hard as steel.  Sarah continued to kiss me, rubbing her tits over my face, licking me, telling me how bad she wanted my cock in her ass, how wet she was watching us fuck.

Linn kept my cock deep in her pussy and briefly sat up so that I could reach her tits and hard nipples, and I gently pulled her back, so she rested her back on my chest, her head next to mine. I fondled and caressed her, kissed her, fingered her, drove my cock into her with smooth upward strokes. We writhed together, twisting in lust, fucking and touching, squeezing and loving. She came again. She tossed her head back, her hair brushing against my face, her body shuddering into another orgasm. Her hand found mine and we held tightly, wanting the touch, wanting our bodies to be as close and as tight as possible.

I could barely hang on, my cock right on the edge, just a few thrusts away from exploding

"Sarah wants me now, Linn. I must fuck her now." We separated, my wet cock slippery in dim the light, wet enough, I decided, to slip into Sarah’s delectable ass.  Linn continued to masturbate and watched me mount her friend. Sarah turned over so that she was face down on the bed, and turned her head to make eye contact. We both knew what was coming, and we smiled. I kneeled between Sarah's legs, her hand reaching to caress my shaft, and then guided me into her. I leaned forwards to kiss her lips, her smooth neck, her back, nibbling gently on her flesh.

“Tell me what you want, Sarah.”

“I want your cock inside my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.”

I eased inside her ass gently, waiting for her to relax, sinking a little further, waiting, and then pushing in with all my weight.

I clasped her body tightly, holding my cock deep, deep inside her ass. “Oh god, Sarah. That’s so good. So good.”

I slowly pulled back a little, kissing her neck and shoulders, loving her, and then eased back in, making sure she was ready. I was about to burst. She was so incredibly tight. I was wondering if I could last even ten strokes.

“Fuck me, Mr Fleming. Fuck my ass now,” she gasped.

“You are so beautiful Sarah.”

I began to slide back and forth, finding a rhythm that was both satisfying and somehow keeping my threatening orgasm at bay.

“You are so fucking tight.”

Every line that fell out of my mouth was corny. My witty prose and one liners had long gone. I was just lost in my pleasure and my desire to fuck the ass off this stunning girl.

I began to fuck harder. And harder. I raised myself off her so that I was kneeling, my legs either side of her waist. I watched, fascinated, as my cock fucked the most stunning ass I had ever had. I was panting with the effort, fucking her now deep and hard, squeezing her butt cheeks, reaching under her to feel her tits.

“You cock is so good. Keep fucking me like this…”

"Come inside her, Mr Fleming. I can see you are close," urged Linn, her fingers masturbating furiously.

My cock continued to fuck towards orgasm, driving into her with such force that now there was no turning back. I savagely took her. I was fucking out of control, wildly sawing into her ass as my most basic instincts took over. Sarah tried to talk but couldn’t anymore, her body succumbing to the thrill of the hard fuck, her desperate needs washing over her. I pulled her hands up the bed and held them wide, leaning on them, holding her down, power fucking, our sweating bodies slapping together.

“Sarah, sweet Sarah….you are going to make me come. I can’t hang on…”

When my orgasm ripped through my body, it was massive. My cock convulsed ever deeper and my come pumped into her ass. I cried out, unable to control my surging pleasure, lost in my erupting ecstasy. My cock spasmodically fucked, desperately wanting more, wanting to come just a few seconds longer. I squeezed her tits, hard, and she told me how she could feel my come filling up her butt, how good my cock made her feel. And still I fucked on, relishing the dying seconds of my orgasm, her beauty, how she moved under me, her little cries and whimpers and that oh so tight ass.

When at last I was truly spent we collapsed together, still joined, and held each other for several minutes until I eventually pulled out of her ass, turned and laid face up on the bed. Linn tenderly moved her tongue to my cock to kiss and lick it, sucking gently on my balls and taking all of my softening cock into her mouth to be sucked and loved one last time, for now.

2am

I woke up after just three hours of deep sleep. Linn and Sarah were snuggled either side of me, their sweet smell comforting and stimulating all at the same time.

I carefully got out of bed and slipped on a blue bathrobe, quietly opening the bedroom door and walking back towards the main part of the house.  I tried the handle of Lucy's room but it was locked, and there was only silence from Chungs', so I continued on, remembering the way as best I could. I saw past the dimly lit corridor and hallway the glow of the party ahead. The main hallway was empty, no pony girls prancing the corridors as this hour, no lovers fucking on the stair way, the greeting hallway was void of cock sucking girls. But the unmistakable sounds of lust were still there, off to my right. I pushed the large, heavy door to open up the Great Room. Inside, the party very much continued, but some people had left, the numbers were now maybe just 30 people, most of them girls tending to the dozen or so men that remained. My eyes struggled briefly, adjusting to the even dimmer lights than Linn’s room.

"Good evening, Mr Fleming. Good to see you still with us."

It was Camilla. She leaned in to kiss me.

"Hello, Camilla. Good to see you are still here and wide awake. Couldn't sleep too well. I am amazed these guys have the stamina."

"Oh, we take breaks every forty minutes or so. They have only started again. They try to all come more or less at the same time so they can all party together. Are your girls resting?"

"Yes they are."

“You haven’t worn them out, have you?”

“They have worn me out.”

“Not too much, I hope. There are still lots of girls here, and all are eager for cock. Would you like to select another couple or perhaps you would just like to move around and help yourself?"

I saw over by the drinks and food table Lucy, laughing and chatting with the man that she had fucked so many times before. Her hand loving his cock while they talked. She hadn't seen me. Just to my right I saw Mr Chung and Danny double fucking Monica, and next to them a petite blonde was sucking off an elderly man, perhaps in his late sixties. Monica's tits looked bruised, blotched with dried blood and hurting, her face looked tired, she had been crying, but she was still fucking well, bless her.

The milker girl was being led around the room by her maid, who herself now wearing just a pair of white silk panties. Men leant over from their fucking and sucked briefly on the swollen tits, wiping their mouths after tasting a shot of milk, feeling the maids breasts and ass as they sucked.

All around groups of twos, three and fours were having sex. Some of the masked men were still here, plunging furiously into their girls. There were so many naked girls, some with men, some with other girls, kissing and caressing. A couple of men were chatting, drinking, while a girl kneeled between them, alternating her mouth and hand on to each of their cocks. A girl was fucking a man against a wall, her strap on rhythmically penetrating his ass (I had a flashback of Candice and Tom). Girls were moaning and gasping into their pleasure. Fucking - hard and fast, gentle and slow, in all positions - was all over. It was an intoxicating sight. A man on the far side had three girls on their knees, and he went down his line, wallowing in their sucking and stroking, fucking into their eager mouths. Chung's daughter was restrained to a table top, on all fours. Men sipped Champagne while they idly flogged her back and tits. Another man was behind her, filling her pussy with his cock.

"I think I'll help myself, Camilla. Please don't tell Lucy I am here."

"Of course, Mr Fleming. Please take your gown off and enjoy yourself. My friend Dillon is just over there. You will enjoy her. She’s lovely."

“Thank you, Camilla.”

I disrobed and walked over to two dark haired girls kissing by the wall, their hands exploring the others' naked body, enjoying each succulent curve. They saw me coming, and smiled. One immediately dropped to her knees to engulf my cock while the other kissed me deeply and passionately. I put both of my hands on her breasts and relished the tingles of excitement racing through my body once more. We didn't speak, we just enjoyed the flesh. They switched places, and my cock was sucked into a new mouth, my lips finding her friends'. While I was being pleasured I glanced over to the writhing group of four, just 5 or 6 yards to my right. I couldn’t help but smile, and fucked excitedly into the girl’s mouth.

Stephanie Moore was consuming the lust of three men. Her chest was criss crossed in welts and bruising. She rode one who was laying beneath her, facing her, squeezing (painfully, I imagined) her full, tits, holding and guiding her slim waist onto his  erect cock. A second (masked) man was rutting into her from behind, spanking her, pulling her hair, running his hands over her marked skin, glistening with the sweat of an evening of fucking and abuse. And her husband, who had just waved to me, stood stationary to one side, his hard cock deep in her mouth, encouraging her to suck harder, her head bobbing back and forth onto him, her entire body dancing seductively and sensually as she gave herself completely to her three lovers.

"Did you see your daughter upstairs earlier?"

"Yes, Mr Fleming. I did."

"You are not angry with me?"

"Mr Fleming, I am not angry at all. She is here, learning to worship cock, which is what she needs and probably wants." He looked down at his wife, receiving all of his cock into her mouth, his talk of his slutty daughter turning him in even more. "Besides," he continued without looking up, "I don't think she is very happy with me."

"Oh?"

"I gushed a bucket of come over her face. Couldn't help myself. Quite remarkable what she has learnt here. Have you had a chance to fuck her tonight? She was pleading with me to fuck her ass, but I wanted her mouth."

"No, but I fully intend to fuck her. Probably tomorrow. I hope to have your wife and daughter together. "

"That would be terrific fun. I'd certainly like to watch that. Ah...that's nice," he said looking back down, encouraging his wife's fellatio. "It was thrilling to see my wife take the Oath. Members will love fucking her. However, I feel that she could do with some of the training that Katie has enjoyed."

"Her ass was supremely tight, Mr Moore. I thoroughly enjoyed fucking both your wife and daughter in my office.”

“I am glad to hear that, Mr Fleming. Do excuse me, I think I am about to come.”

“Of course.”

I turned my attention away from his increasing gasps and my eyes lingered back to the center of the room, to the blonde girl Hayden, lying on a low table, her head off the edge, her mouth getting fucked by a large hard cock, her fingers masturbating her pussy as the cock ravaged her throat.

I fucked my shaft  into my lovely girl’s mouth some more, but wanted to sample as many of these beautiful creatures as I could,  so I withdrew, thanked the girls and  went over to Hayden. I put one leg up on the table and kept one on the carpet, bending my knee to penetrate her cunt with my cock. I grabbed her tit to steady myself and began to fuck her. She didn't look up at all to see who it was, just released a satisfying moan when I sank into her. I fucked her slowly, conserving what energy I had left, enjoying her tightness and her bouncing tits. I remember Lucy telling me what a good cocksucker she is, so I asked her mouth fucker if he wanted to swap, and he did. Her mouth was wide open, searching for the next cock, and I slid into her, allowing her to bathe me with her tongue and glorious suction.

I looked over to Lucy, who was now bent over a chair, getting fucked from behind. She was looking right at me. I glanced over at Chung. He was still fucking Monica, but he too had seen Lucy. I couldn't read his expression. I pushed my cock further into Hayden's amazing mouth.

"Mr Chung," I called out. "I didn't think hostesses could fuck until after the party?"

"They are not supposed to, Mr Fleming. I am disappointed in Lucy, but that is one of her regular men. And who can blame her? Every pussy is hungry for cock tonight."

"But Mr Chung. She promised herself to me. She is my hostess, not his. I am somewhat disappointed," I said, fucking through Hayden's soft lips into her throat.

"Mr Fleming, the last thing I want is you to be disappointed in any way. If you will allow me to come one more time inside Monica's tight ass I will take care of this matter."

"Of course."

Camilla came over with a glass of iced water. "Is Hayden pleasing you, Mr Fleming?"

"Yes, thank you. She is a wonderful cock sucker. Tell me - do you know where Monica's luggage went? Just one, blue Tumi suitcase."

"Yes. It's still by the entrance where you came in. I think your own case has gone to Linn's room. Would you like it delivered to her room? I am not sure where Monica will end up tonight."

"No. Would you be so kind as to bring it here?"

"Of course, Mr Fleming. Have you had a chance to see Dillon yet? She is a friend of mine and has the tightest of pussies. She hasn't had a cock for about an hour now."

I looked over and saw a pretty dark haired girl, sitting alone. She smiled at me, and turned to show me her lovely breasts, pert and in dire need of some attention.

"Thank you, Camilla. I will go over and enjoy your friend now whilst I wait for Mr Chung to come."

I slowly pulled my cock out of Hayden's exquisite suction and saw Lucy still looking at me, still bent over the chair, her eyes betraying her lust of the cocking from her suitor.

Dillon smiled and stroked my cock while I stood in front of her.

"Camilla tells me you have a tight pussy."

"Did she say that? She is so naughty." She sucked me for a moment, cupping my balls, stroking my thighs. "Would you like to fuck me Mr Fleming? You are Mr Fleming, aren't you?"

"Yes. And yes. Let's switch positions. I'd like to sit down and watch you ride me - your back to me so I can feel your tits while you fuck."

I sat down and watched as Dillon slowly lower herself onto my erection, sitting on my lap, my cock deep inside of her. I reached for her breasts and held her down on me, kissing her shoulder and neck.

"Your tits are so nice. I want to squeeze them hard - may I do that?"

"Of course, Mr Fleming. It excites me to feel your passion. My tits are yours to enjoy."

My cock instinctively began to rock into her and she leaned back to my shoulder so that I could kiss her mouth. She was, as Camilla had said, nice and tight. Her full, firm tits were sensational, and I squeezed them as hard as I dare.

I could still see Lucy. I looked to my left and saw Chung coming, his body taught in ecstasy, his frenzied thrusts into Monica accompanied by his orgasmic growl announced his completion. Dillon began to rock her hips and started to grind her ass against me, my cock loving her tight hole.

"Oh yes, Mr Fleming. Oh yes. That's nice. So good, Mr Fleming," she purred into my ear.

Chung was now getting dressed while his son continued to pump his swollen cock into Monica's mouth, her abused tits bouncing uncontrollably.

"Mr Fleming - I have your case. Rather heavy," said Camilla, smiling at me and Dillon. "Isn't her cunt just the best?"

"Yes. She's amazing. Absolutely amazing. Could you give the case to Mr Chung. He will know what to do with it."

"Of course." She bent forwards and kissed Dillon on her mouth, and I felt her breasts while she did so.

"Take her as hard as you can Mr Fleming. She looks so utterly beautiful when she comes."

I took my hands to Dillon 's slim waist and began to lift her up and down to my rising cock, fucking her deeper and harder. I kept an eye on Chung, who opened the case and smiled at me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen - could I briefly have you attention? Thank you. We have a disappointed guest with us this evening, my good friend Mr Fleming."

All eyes turned to me, my hips still jerking into Dillon's bouncing body.

"Mr Fleming's hostess Lucy has taken it upon herself to offer her so sacred cunt to another guest, ignoring my very specials guest's requests and desires."

The man fucking Lucy stopped, and she raised herself up, pulling herself off his cock.

"To make up for this appalling behaviour I would like to offer all of the gentlemen here a chance to fuck Lucy, a hostess that rarely allows any man near that precious pussy of hers. Lucy - come here and lie down on this table," he said, pointing to where Danny was still rutting into Monica's mouth. They stopped and he pulled her hair to shift her out of the way.

"Please Mr Chung. Please. This is a mistake. I was going to see Mr Fleming after I had finished here. I am  going to let him fuck me. I am. I want him to. I have not seen him in a while and thought he was asleep."

"Do you seriously think a man of Mr Fleming's caliber wants a soiled cunt like yours now?"

Lucy looked down, realizing there was no way out.

"No. He would not. I am sorry."

"Do you think he would really want to kiss those lovely lips of yours now that they have the stain of another man's cock?"

"No."

"Please come over here Lucy, and lie down face up so you can receive our cocks. Every man here in this room is to leave his girl right now and come over here, line up and fuck Lucy's mouth and her cunt. Since I know all of you have spilt so much come already tonight Mr Fleming has kindly brought along a gallon of bull sperm, the staple diet of his pet Monica. I will pour the sperm into wine glasses. When each of you gets off inside her cunt you will make her drink one glass until all of it has gone. Is everybody clear?"

There was a collective "yes" and the men eased off their current girls and walked over to where Lucy was heading.

"Take off your clothes, Lucy."

She slipped out of her corset and peeled off her stockings, and then climbed onto the table, face up, opened her legs and mouth, and waited for the first cocks. She was beginning to cry, her body shaking to her tears. How delicious.

"Mr Fleming - would you like to go first?"

"Yes, I'd be delighted. But Camilla - would you please clean out her soiled cunt with some Champagne? Shake up a bottle as hard as you can and release the spray inside her. That will make her ready for my cock. Thank you so much, Camilla. You are so delightful."

I continued to fuck into Dillon while the men lined up and watched Camilla clean up Lucy's pussy. Already they were feeling up her tits and running their hands over her beautiful, curvy body.

"Mr Chung? Perhaps a mask would be nice, too, just to cover her eyes. So she doesn't know who is fucking her. Add a sense of mystery. That way the gentlemen can be as rough with her as they please and she will never know who it is."

I lifted Dillon off my erection. She span around and licked my shaft while I watched Chung lace up the mask over Lucy's face.

"Ready when you are, Mr Fleming. She's ready to be fucked now." Chung started pouring the thick, room temperature bull come into the wine glasses on the table next to her.

I walked over to the beautiful Lucy, a glorious site indeed. The men were already masturbating to her beauty and lined up efficiently by her mouth and pussy, and to either side so they could watch the action.

"Good evening, Lucy. Open your legs a little wider. That's better. Now, ask me to do it, Lucy. Ask me nicely."

"Mr Fleming - I am so sorry I ignored you. Truly I am. Please forgive me. Please fuck me."

I slowly sank my cock into her young, tight, fuckable body and crushed her wonderful tits with my hands.

“You will have a great story to tell Candice next time you see her, won’t you?”

And then I began to ram my cock into her.

3am

Chung’s son dragged over a long, narrow cage into the center of the Great Room. It was immediately obvious what it was for, and who is was for. Monica began to struggle, but the two Asian men held her tight. A look of panic gripped her face and she twisted and turned against them hoping, against all possible hope, for escape. She had seen Katie crawl into a cage, and now here was another, just for her, and it was so much smaller and tighter than her dog cage back at the office.

"No. Please. Please. I can't do that. I can't....please no."

Her bruised tits bounced and wobbled in her struggle, but I don't think she cared anymore about how she appeared.

Danny pulled his cock out of his sister's mouth and came over. He struck Monica's face hard with his open hand. She fell to one side, and would have fallen to the ground had it not been for the two men gripping her arms.

Camilla poured some more warm oil over my cock and Dillon sensually smoothed her hand up and down my length, slipping over my balls. We both settled back in the large leather chair, and watched the torment of Monica continue. I ordered us both a glass of champagne. Lucy had left about ten minutes ago, crying off to her room. She had come over to us and kissed me good night, trying to raise a smile. I felt her tits one last time and kissed her back, telling her how much I enjoyed coming inside of her. She had asked me if I wanted to fuck her again, but I was very happy in Dillon’s company now, and she could go.

Danny slapped Monica again, and again. She cried and wailed as her inevitable fate became obvious to all.

Chung approached her.

"I will not ask you to get in. You will speak no more. You know what is required. If you value your tits at all you will climb in now, and thank me." He waved the men off and she suddenly was all alone, in silence.

Monica stood there trembling, sobbing quietly to herself. Her hair was a mess. Her withdrawn eyes looked frightened. Her tits looked painful. She looked around the room, but the lighting on her was bright, and she shielded her eyes. She saw the men, the men being pleasured, the girls on their knees, their heads – even at this very late hour - moving back and forth on the precious cocks before them. She saw Dillon stroking me. Our smiling, excited faces all looking at her. Nobody was there to help.

Monica was on her own.

She slowly knelt down and looked at the cage. Her whimpering tapered off as now, she knew, she must get in, just like Katie did before her, and of whom she was surely thinking of right now. She shuffled forwards, leaned over and began to squeeze herself into the metal frame. My cock was so hard. Monica took hold of the bars on the side of the cage and pulled herself in, just like Katie had. Chung walked around and flicked the door over on its hinge, and padlocked it shut. It was incredibly erotic. A beaten, but still very fuckable girl, was now tightly packed into a metal cage. Helpless. Vulnerable.

“Thank you for putting me in your cage, Mr Chung.”

I saw a hooked rope lower from the 40 foot rafters above and Chung and Danny latched the cage to it. The Asian guards to one side began to pull, and the cage was lifted higher and higher into the darkness. Monica was crying louder, her pitiful sobbing echoing around the cavernous room. The ceiling light was turned on, and there - way up above - slowly spun the cage with Monica inside. She was so high. So alone. The rope was tied off and Chung looked up, satisfied. He opened his gown and waved his hand to summon his daughter over. She immediately took him in her mouth and he began to piston his cock into her.

Dillon was now sucking me to orgasm. I was so tired by now that I couldn’t fuck into her mouth, so I just sat back and let her pleasure me. I felt her finger explore, and then slip into my ass. I held her head down with both hands and looked up to watch Monica slowly spinning. I could see her frightened eyes looking down on the party, on to all of the lust and fucking, her tits hanging through the bars, looking down onto all of our fun. My cock erupted into Dillon's wonderful mouth. I shuddered and convulsed into my orgasm, my pleasure multiplied by Monica’s misery.

If only Tracy could see this.

The Next Morning

I awoke at ten am. Sarah was gone. Linn was looking at me, smiling. Her hand stroked my chest while I got my bearings.

"Hello, Linn," I said, and we kissed our first deep kiss of the day. I held her close to me and gently stroked her ass.

"We must go for breakfast. You sleep too long!"

"What is the rush? And where is Sarah?"

"Sarah gone home. She work only one night. Mr Chung expect all girls to be at breakfast."

“’Expects’, Linn, with an s. Expects.” I laughed at her poor English and she had no idea what was funny, but smiled anyway. My god, I thought to myself. I have only been awake for less than a minute and already I was thinking about sex. About fucking this stunningly gorgeous Asian girl sitting on the bed next to me.

She leapt out of bed and slipped on a short white dress, and threw me my blue dressing gown, the same I wore last night when my two lovely girls were sleeping.

We kissed again and each put on a soft pair of slippers.

We held hands while we walked back to the main building, and Linn led me into the dining room. Lucy and Camilla and a couple of other hostess girls were greeting and seating everyone. The table was covered with bowls of fruit, juices and breads. The wonderful smell of coffee. The hustle and bustle of a hotel. There were probably a dozen or so men already there, enjoying breakfast with at least one girl beside each of them. Underneath the table I could see several girls sucking cock as the men ate.

"Good morning, Mr Fleming." It was Lucy. A forced smile. She looked tired. "And Linn. Nice to see you both."

I didn't say anything.

"Would you like to be sucked off while you dine, Mr Fleming?"

"Are you offering, Lucy?"

She didn't reply, but her irritation was clear.

"No. Thank you for your offer, Lucy, but I am with Linn."

"Yes, of course." Lucy lead us to two seats and we sat down, still holding hands, while hostesses brought us coffee and served us breakfast.

I looked to the head of the long dining table and saw Mr Chung sitting next to Danny, both their faces awash with pleasure, their cocks under the table getting sucked. 

"Mr Chung. I was wondering if I could take Monica out for a walk this morning. Get a bit of fresh air."

"Yes...yes, of course, Mr Fleming," he gasped. He nodded to one of the attentive Asian men and he walked off. "She is still suspended in her cage, Mr Fleming." His head rocked back, and I left him to enjoy his girl.

Linn and myself ate, feeding each other, kissing and laughing. She was so lovely. Her hand rummaged through my gown and rested on my cock and my hand never stopped stroking her smooth thighs.

Some minutes later the Asian man lead in Monica, on all fours, looking terrible, tired and the shell of the girl I brought with me just yesterday evening. It looked like she hadn't slept a wink. He walked her round to us, and handed me her lead.

"Monica, you look terrible. Lucy - would you take her to the bathroom to get freshened up? Put some make up on her and fix her hair. And when she returns I'd like one of those pony tails sticking out of her ass."

"Yes, Mr Fleming." Lucy took the lead from me and walked off with Monica following.

"After breakfast, shall we go back to room?" said Linn, a twinkle in her eye.

"You are insatiable, my little tiger."

"What does that word mean?"

“Tiger? It’s a big stripy cat.”

“No,” she laughed. ‘I know tiger cat. Other word.”

"It means you love getting fucked....it means you love being made love to." I tried to tone my language down. This was not Monica, Katie or Maria.

Monica finally returned, on all fours, her pony tail plug high and proud.

“Ah. Thank you, Lucy.”

“Would you like some horse blinkers on her? Or perhaps a saddle for Linn?”

“No thank you, Lucy. Thanks anyway.”

I took her leash, grabbed Linn's hand and got up to leave. We walked to the main entrance way and I let Monica gulp down what was left of the water in the chrome dog bowl. She lapped it all up and obediently held her ass up high for me, clearly trying to please, preferring to spend time with me than Mr Chung.

"Linn - can you pull down your dress for me  off your shoulders so that I can see your beautiful breasts once more? I'd like us to walk together like this."

"Of course, Mr Fleming." She pulled her dress down so that only her midriff was covered. "Do you like my tits, Mr Fleming?"

"Yes I do, Linn. I like them very much."

Linn loosened the toweling belt on my gown and it fell open, so she could see and enjoy my cock if she wanted to.

“There. That is better,” she smiled.

The three of us moved out into the bright morning, inhaled the fresh air, and began to walk down one of the graveled paths to the lawn where we had the company picnic. We walked slow so Monica, on all fours, could keep up.

“Come to heel, Monica,” I said, pulling on her leash. She tucked in closer to my legs.

She winced on each crawl forward, her hands and knees cutting into the sharp gravel. I smiled at Linn, kissing her, kissing her mouth, her neck and breasts, her nipples.

"You are so beautiful. In every way." She smiled back. “I hope you had fun last night,” I continued. “I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid to you. Sometimes Champagne can get the better of me.”

"I hope you like me still when you come back to visit Mr Chung. You will come to next party?"

We reached the lawn and sat down on the grass next to Monica, who stayed on all fours. I casually cupped and played with Monica's hanging tits while Linn adjusted her butt plug tail.

"That's just it, Linn. If you want to, I want to take you with me. To live with me." I pinched Monica's  nearest nipple hard and turned my attention back to Linn.

"But how? Mr Chung will not allow me to leave..."

"I have spoken to him. Last night when you were sleeping. He is willing to let you go and give me your passport," I said and turned to look for Monica's reaction. "Actually, give you your passport. Providing Monica stays. It would be a trade. A permanent trade. You come with me. Monica stays here. You will be free. If you end up hating me you can leave. You can do whatever you want to. You will be free to do whatever you want. I can give you money of you want to go back home."

Almost immediately both girls began to cry, but for very different reasons.

"Please, Mr Fleming! Please. I have just two weeks left on my year long contract. Please don't do this!"

“Shut the fuck up, Monica. I wasn’t talking to you.”

Monica began to sob louder, and her shoulders began to rock. And her tits began to shake.

"I have done everything you have asked of me. Everything. Haven't I been a good office whore for you? Haven't I? Haven't I lovingly sucked your cock every day and let you fuck my ass whenever you wanted to? Fuck all of your friends? Got fucked repeatedly in the ass for your entertainment! That was our deal!"

I reached back and began to squeeze her tits again. “You do not have permission to speak, Monica. You may bark only in my presence. Or have you forgotten?”

I slapped her ass, hard.

"You have been a tremendous office whore, Monica. You have done very well. And had it not been for Linn I would have kept you as my fuck dog. But frankly, Linn is just too lovely to leave here, and this is what Mr Chung wanted. I won’t miss you at all Monica. You have become surplus to my requirements. Or surplus to my cock’s requirements, I should say. And Tracy will laugh like a hyena once she knows you are staying here."

"Why is she office whore?" asked Linn.

"She stole from me. She stole a great deal of money. "

"She stole? A crime without honour." She spat at Monica, who continued to sob uncontrollably. "And you tried to pay off misdeeds by thinking fine man like Mr Fleming would ever forgive you? And you try to pay debt by whoring? You disgust."

I went over and kissed Linn. "You are wonderful,” and decided not to correct her English at this time.

"Mr Fleming. Please," begged Monica, still on all fours like the obedient slut she is. "My family will look for me. They will find me. You cannot get away with this!" She was scared.

I stood up and went behind her and began easing her plug back and forth into her ass. "I suspect Mr Chung will soon correct that attitude of yours. I will enjoy fucking Amanda, telling her all about your life now. Perhaps I will bring her to the next party, so we can all laugh at you. I know she wants my cock, Monica. She wants it as bad as you do.”

"Oh god. Oh god.  Please. PLEASE!!" Her tears were spilling onto the grass below, and her body shook to the realization of the this new horrific, torment.

"When my cock is deep in Amanda's super tight ass next week, Monica, and I am filling her with my come, I'll pass on your regards."

I sat back down next to Linn and we kissed again. I caressed her breasts and stroked her face, and she ran her hands inside my gown and found my raging hard cock. She leaned forward and began kissing me, her hand gently sliding over my shaft. I smiled at Monica. I smiled at the pain and anguish on her face. She looked so fuckable, in her complete misery.

"I love how you suck me, Linn. How you touch and kiss me.”

"You have make me so happy, Mr Fleming. So thankful. I will suck cock every morning, yes?"

"Oh yes, Linn. Absolutely. And one final thing, Linn. There is a lovely girl in my office that will be joining us. Move in with us, I mean. If you want to, that is. Her name is Tracy. Make a nice threesome. Would that be alright?"

I pushed Linn over so she was lying on her back on the grass, and I moved above her, between her legs. I pulled her dress up so now it was just a tight band around her waist and she guided my cock into her, and we sighed as we joined again, her legs rising into the air and holding onto my sides, my arms extended by her shoulders to support myself, her amazing pussy clenching tightly to my hard erection.

"What is she like?" she gasped, as I slowly began to fuck her.

"She's a lovely redhead, long legs, lovely full breasts and an ass to die for."

"No," she said, half laughing, half lost in her pleasure. "I meant is she nice person?"

"Oh. Yes. She's very nice. You will love sharing my bed with her. The three of us. Together." I began fucking her a little harder.

"Oh, your cock is so good. I would like that, Mr Fleming. With your Tracy girlfriend. But I hope I do not fight her for cock!" We kissed me some more. I marveled at her beautiful breasts, the breasts that I was going to now wake up to. Her wonderful mouth opened to her passion, and I knew I wanted to kiss her all day, fuck her all day, love her all day.

"If I am to live with you, what would I call you? Master Fleming? "

"No, er, why don't you call me by my first name?" I gasped, my cock plunging deep into her.

"Yes. Yes. Oh god. What is that?"

“It’s…”

The crack of leather on skin interrupted us. Mr Chung had joined us.

"Mr Fleming - please do not stop enjoying yourself on my behalf. After all, you two look so good together. Pet Monica! Welcome to your new home! Come. It's time for your daily beating. Then you will clean my car with just your tongue. And then my son and his guards want to fuck your ass. You will sleep in your cage, hung in the air, until you cower in my presence and worship my cock with every ounce of your body. You will submit to my desires like never before. Your time with Mr Fleming will seem like a summer vacation.

Linn, thank you for your service here, you were quite delightful and always obedient. I hope you and your family do not think too ill of me. Your family’s debt is now repaid fully. Please take care of Mr Fleming."

He picked up Monica's leash, pulled her hard back around so that she was facing away from us and led her back towards the house.

"No! No! Mr Fleming!! Please! Mr Fleming! You fucking bastard, Fleming. You fucking liar!! I did everything for you and that bitch Tracy, you fucker! You sick, perverted shit!"

I looked back to Linn, and looked at the beautiful girl beneath me, her calmness, her exquisite features, the shine of her hair, her perfect face, her breasts, so firm and hardly moving to my fuck.

"I fucking hate you! HATE YOU!" Monica screamed, crawling further away, her howls of anger and rage  thrilling me, making me fuck faster.

And then, from a little further away, a pitiful "Please help me, Mr Fleming. I am so sorry. Please!! I will try harder! I will! I love you. I love you so much, Mr Fleming!!"

I looked again over my shoulder and watched Chung's riding crop cracking against Monica’s ass, urging her to crawl quicker, to shut the fuck up.

I turned my attention back to Linn, and ravaged her lithe body like she was a rag doll, coming hard and loud, my cries roaring around the still morning air.

Chapter 40 : All Change

Friday, 6pm

"Alice - it's just three buttons, that's all. I bet I still won't be able to see any of your breasts. Just the lovely, lovely top slope. Maybe. Just a little bit..."

"No. Please Mr Fleming. I'd rather not. Please."

I was standing just inches away from her. Our bodies nearly touching. She was backed up against the wall in my office. She knew this was always going to happen. It was just a matter of when. I had been patient long enough. I called her into my office for an afterhours meeting but had decided that morning that I was going to seduce her today. To fuck her today.

"Put your hands down by your sides. That's it. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. I just want to undo those top three buttons, that's all. Your lips look lovely, Alice. Such a nice shade of red lipstick. I can see you are breathing a little heavy - are you OK?"

"Yes. Thank you. I'm fine. I'd just like to go now, please."

"But Alice - you can't leave now. Not with those buttons still done up. I think if you'd let me undo them you'd feel a lot more comfortable." I reached up and began undoing them, one by one.

"Please stop. Please."

I paused on the second button, and then slowly undid it. "You see how people dress in this office, Alice. It's smart and sexy. You always wear clothes that cover you up so much." I undid the third button. "Why is that? Don't you want us to see how beautiful you are? Don't you want men to look at you at all?"

"I just want to be seen as a professional. Not someone like Monica or Maria."

“Monica has gone now, Alice. And Ashley is my new receptionist – she’s always telling me how nice you look, but like the rest of us she wants to see you in nicer clothes. We want to see your beauty, Alice.”

I neatly folded over the top of her summer dress down to the closed button, to expose just that sensual top curve of her breasts.

I undid the fourth button, just an inch or so where the faint outline of her nipples pressed against the smooth cotton. I moved just a tad closer and whispered in her ear. "Everybody knows you are a hardworking, serious professional, Alice. That's why everybody likes you. That's why I like you." I gently kissed her cheek and pushed my hips forward, so my hard cock was just brushing against her, just so it was so gently touching her, just so I knew she could feel it. I put my hands on her waist and felt her warm, firm body.

I ran one hand over her ass, gently squeezed it and slowly moved it back up to her waist. "Mmmm. Your ass is so tight and firm, Alice. So perfect. Just like you."

"Thank you, Mr Fleming…."

"Your ass is so beautiful, Alice, It really is." I ran my hand over her right butt cheek once more, pulling her gently onto my cock, kissing her on the cheek - so close to her lips- and then brought both hands back up to the next button.

"I'm going to undo another button Alice. Just one more button. Just so I can see your bra, to make sure it's nice. I wouldn't want you wearing anything uncomfortable around the office. That's not very professional is it? I always want you looking good, Alice." I kissed her just under her chin, and then again on her neck and inhaled her wonderful, sweet smell.

"I think you should stop, Mr Fleming. Please. I'm not Monica. Please stop."

"Alice - we are just having a little chat here - just getting to know each other." I ran a hand over her ass again. "You have been here for seven months now. I think it’s time we got to know each other a bit better. And I do want us to have a good working relationship, don't you?"

Our bodies were so close. Our lips just inches apart.

"Yes. Yes, I want us to work well together. I really like this job."

"And the money too, right? You love that big fat paycheck we stuff into your bank account each month, don't you? Candice tells me that your new downtown apartment is really nice."

"Yes. And thank you for helping me get the mortgage sorted out. "

"That's what we do here, Alice. We help each other out. Are you going to help me, Alice? I'd really like to undo that next button. Can I do that?" I kissed her neck again and looked down to her breasts, gently rising and falling to her breath, just waiting to be suckled and loved.

"Ok - just one more button, Mr Fleming. And then you must stop. No more.“ Before she had even finished the sentence I had popped open the button and pulled her top apart as before, so it was a tight V from the tip of her shoulders to the join of each bra cup just under her mouthwatering tits.

"Your breasts look so nice, Alice. You know all of the guys here love the way you look, the way your body moves." I dropped one hand back to her waist and the other back to her ass, stroking and gently squeezing. I kissed the top of her tits and gently fucked my cock against her a couple of times. She closed her eyes, just for a few seconds, soaking up my attentions.

"Yes. I see them looking at me sometimes." I kissed her lips, and ground my cock against her harder.

"And do you like that? When men look at you?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you like feeling my hard cock pushing against you?"

"Yes. Mr Fleming, I do. But it's so wrong. You should stop." I kissed her lips again. I now had both hands on her ass, enjoying the firm curves of her rear.

“Alice,” I whispered into her ear. “Will you ever love my cock like you did Wilshire’s? Will you ever come into my office at lunch time and take care of me like you did him?”

“I can’t, Mr Fleming. That was a terrible mistake,’ she breathed. “He was my boss and my boyfriend. I should not have mixed the two.”

“I heard some rumors recently, Alice. Bad rumors. Did you go and see him again recently?”

I felt her body stiffen. “No. No, Mr Fleming. I have not seen him since I saw that disgusting video.”

“Good, Alice. I am pleased to hear that.” I quickly kissed her lips, knowing she was lying.

I held her body tighter to mine, pushing my aching cock against her, my hands lusting over her ass, feeling and squeezing.

“But I want you to, Alice. I want you to suck my cock. Every lunchtime. You know how happy that would make me? You know how I could make your time here so good. You’d have such a good career. We could have so many business trip together, just you and me. Don’t you want to suck my cock?”

“Yes, I do, Mr Fleming. But not like that. Not here. Please don’t make me do this. I am not that sort of girl.”

"Candice has told me that when you first started here you thought I treated Monica badly. But when you saw me fucking her you enjoyed watching. Is that true?"

I kissed her neck again and moved my hands back up to the buttons, undoing two, three more. And then another. I slid my hands under her loose top and around the soft skin of her waist. Her breasts, supported now by just a half cup black bra, looked stunning. Full, inviting, tantalizingly curved, and so, so close. My cock was yearning for release, and I continued to dry fuck against her. I kissed the top of her tits all over, and then traced my tongue up and down her neck and then onto her lips for a longer kiss.

"Is it true you liked watching me fuck Monica?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yes. I did. “

Her hands moved up and relaxed onto my waist. I kissed her harder. I felt a hand slowly move to my cock and explore the outline against my trousers. I was so, so aroused. So hard for her. I pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I stepped back slightly to take in the view. Her hand stayed on my cock, stroking and probing its length and hardness.

"This is just between us, right?"

"Yes," I lied. "Just between us. I am so hard for you, Alice. So hard.  I think it would be very nice of you now, Alice, to take off your bra and show me your full beauty."

She paused for a second, and looked around my office. We were alone. It was late in the evening.

"It's just us, Alice. Just us."

I reached up and cupped her right breast, gently squeezing, assessing its size and firmness. 

"You are so beautiful, Alice.  So, so beautiful."

I kept feeling her tit and kissed her on the lips, harder, with more, urgent passion. She responded, and we kissed each other at last. She tasted so sweet. Her tongue found mine and our kiss deepened.  I felt her hand back onto my cock, rubbing and moving over my bulge. I reached around with my other hand and fumbled briefly with her clip to release her bra. I slowly pulled the straps down her arms and finally, at last, her tits sprang into view.  They were magnificent. Full, firm, at least a D cup, perfectly sized nipples, hard with excitement. She smiled at me, confident in her body, in her sexuality. I pushed her tits together and licked and kissed them, nibbling and loving them all over. I felt her hands work my belt and undo my fly, slipping my trousers down to the carpet. I sighed a deep, lustful moan when her hand touched me for the first time, gently encircling my raging hard cock, moving slowly up and down me, touching, caressing and exploring.

I fucked into her hand and gripped tightly her ass, sucking on a nipples, kissing her, stroking her, wanting her. She quickly undid my buttons and pulled off my shirt. We kissed hard again, pulling our bodies tight together. Her hand never left my shaft, stoking my lust for her. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wanted to fuck her tits. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. I turned her around so her rear was against my cock. I pulled her panties down and she kicked off her shoes. She was only in her stockings now. I fucked against her tight ass, reaching to hold and play with her tits. I kissed into her neck and ran my hands over and over her smooth body, dipping a finger into her wet pussy and slid it back and forth into her.

"All men," I managed to say. "All men, your lovers, they all want their cocks between your tits, don't they? They all want to fuck your tits. All of them."

"Yes. They do."

It was my same routine that worked with Maria. It never fails. My bullshit always turns them on. They think I am pouring my heart out to them, but I have said this shit hundreds of times. It always works.

"And do you let them?"

"Yes. They love to come over my breasts.."

"Do you play with your tits when you masturbate?"

"That's a very personal question, Mr Fleming."

"Do you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I love playing with my tits, just like you are now."

“Will you ever let me watch you masturbate?”

“Mr Fleming….Please. That is such a private thing to do.”

"How do you like to get fucked, Alice?"

"I like the man on top."

"So you can kiss him, and hold him, and wrap your legs around him?"

"Yes."

“And feel his power. Feel him fuck his cock into you.”

“Yes. That’s what I like.”

"Bend over my desk, Alice, and push your ass out. Show me your ass.”

She stepped over to my desk and pushed my paper work and laptop off to one side, and leaned over so that her hands could grip onto the far edge. She pushed her ass out and turned around to look at me. Her stockings made her ass that more appealing, hemming against the lower ass curve.

"Take me, Mr Fleming. Take me now."

I stepped behind her fantastic, up turned ass and fucked her butt crack a few times – as I always did with girls - and then pushed my hard cock into her sensational pussy. We both sighed as I pushed all of the way in, all of the way until my balls stopped me going any further.

"Oh. That feels so good."

"You're the prettiest girl I have ever fucked, Alice. Your pussy is so perfectly tight. Your ass is just unbelievable. And I just want to fuck your tits all day, every day." I slowly pulled back until just my cock head rested inside her, then surged forward again. "Oh yes," she sighed, "that's so good. "

I put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her ass, and began to fuck her with steady, deep strokes, resisting - somehow - to pound into her as hard as I could. I reached for my mobile and sent the text message. It wouldn't be long now.

I continued to assert my cock into her harder, pulling her long, flowing blonde hair back so that she would rise and I could reach and feel her tits. My glistening cock slid back and forth into her pussy with ever increasing force "Yes....yes....keep fucking me like that......so good…..please keep fucking me. You feel so good. Ahh. "

When I saw my office door begin to open I pushed her head down onto the desk and fucked her harder still, telling her how hot she was, how hard she made me, how much I wanted to fuck her tits, how much I wanted to come in her mouth.

"You're such a good team player, Alice. Letting me fuck you like this. I know you're such a good girl..." I rammed into her with all my strength, "and such a good, honest , beautiful girl. You're just worth every penny we pay you, aren't you Alice?"

"Yes...yes....I want to be part of the team...oh.....don't stop......oh god...."

Candice walked in to the office, holding hands with Ashley. Both were grinning from ear to ear.

"Alice," she said, running her hand over Alice’s back and fondling her ass. "You look so beautiful with that lovely hard cock inside you." Alice quickly snapped out of her pleasure and looked up, saw the girls by her sides and began to struggle.  l leaned forward, placing both of my hands on her shoulder blades to hold her down and continued my fucking.

Ashley came over to the me, the other side to Candice,  and kissed me. She looked down at my pumping cock and also ran her hands over Alice's perfect ass.

"You are so lovely, Alice. We know what a great addition you are to this team. You look to be a great, hot fuck,” enthused Candice.

Candice and Ashley leaned towards each other over Alice’s back and began to kiss, allowing me to feel both of their asses at the same time.

“Give us your beautiful body, Alice,” purred Candice, in between her kisses from Ashley. “We all want you so bad. Give yourself to us.”

“No…no…”came the muffled grunts in reply.

“Ah, but you will, Alice. We all know you want the cock that is inside your pussy right now. You can’t resist it. You want that cock, don’t you? I can tell by how your tight, fuckable ass moves, how it yearns for the penetration. How it rises and falls against that cock, seeking it out, demanding it slides so deep into you.”

Ashley smiled at me, turned on by Candice’s talk, and kissed me, passionately, unbuttoning her shirt, pushing her tits towards me, yearning, writhing and aroused. “Tracy would love this. I wish she was here.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“Will you bring Linn in to meet us?”

“Yes. I will,” my effort concentrated on my fucking,

“In a moment, Alice, I am going to ask you to turn over, so we can all enjoy those fabulous tits of yours. Would you like to do that, Alice?”

She shook her head. “No. Candice. Please stop. You cannot talk to me like this.”

“She was just telling me how she loves it when men come over her tits. Isn’t that right, Alice?” I said.

Ashley unhooked her bra to reveal her fabulous, fuckable tits and slipped out of her short skirt and panties, allowing me to gently caress her breasts.

“Welcome to your first turning.”

“Turning?”

“This is what we call this. It’s the most exciting bit,” I said, still pumping into Alice. “When a girl chooses between considerable trouble and discomfort for years to come, or cock.”

“That sounds like a very easy choice to me, “ she smiled, reaching down to cup my balls. “Is her cunt nice and tight for you? Is she an enjoyable lay?”

“Oh yes. Very enjoyable.”

“Alice – you remember that paperwork Tracy got you to sign the other day? The Mr Moore stuff that we had to Fedex out right away? I know it’s difficult to talk while Mr Fleming is stuffing your pussy with his hard cock, so I assume that you do,” said Ashley, playfully. “Well…. Tracy told a little porkie pie, Alice. I am so sorry. A liddle biddy lie. You signed off on a fraudulent insurance claim of over five million dollars on Mr Moore’s behalf, claiming that he has lost all of his assets overseas. You did, Alice. So naughty of you. When the insurance company called us up and told us that we were claiming all of that money we looked at the paperwork and saw it was you. You, Alice! And you had directed the payment wire to your own bank account!”

“No. No I didn’t.”

“They sent us copies of your signed paperwork, Alice. You most certainly did. And then I have been working on editing this movie over the weekend…”

Candice held her mobile phone in front of Alice’s face. A new video of her sucking Wilshire’s cock began to play.

“Oh god…” mumbled Alice. I fucked her harder.

Candice touched her screen to move the video forward, to where Alice was riding Wilshire’s cock on his office floor, begging him to fuck her deeper, to fuck her face again, to fuck her tits. Screaming and pleading with him to fuck her ass, to come in her ass, shouting how much she loved his cock, how much she missed it and how pleased she was to be able to suck it again.

I looked over Alice’s shoulder at the small screen, watching Alice’s tits bounce as she fucked Wilshire.

“Well done, Candice. The video looks great. How many cameras did you use?”

“All five that we have.”

“I knew you were lying, Alice. I could smell his come on you.”

“You fuckers….ahhh.” I held my cock deep inside her, and watched her ass writhe on it. “You damn fuckers….”

“We know how your family would react if they saw this. Your proud father would be devastated. Your mother would be so embarrassed that she would never be able to show her face in public again. And if we uploaded it to Porhohub you would become an overnight porn sensation, Alice, with a body like yours. The humiliation would be too great for a nice girl like you. You would be recognized by men the world over, wherever you go. “

Candice moved the video slider over to the right.

“This is my favourite bit…”

I looked back at the phone and saw Wilshire standing in front of Alice, holding her head tight, pounding his entire length into her mouth, drool and spit everywhere. I knew now that soon it would be my cock straining to get down her throat. It would be my cock she would soon be riding. And her tits. Her perfect, gorgeous, bouncing tits would soon belong to me, to fuck and love and suck and bite and hurt and come over. All mine.

Ashley looked at the screen, her face barely comprehending what she was witnessing, the blackmail of a fellow employee, the blackmail of a beautiful girl.

“Ash – come and kiss me.” She came over and was so aroused, so turned on that her deep kiss was one of the most passionate I had ever had. I felt her tits and squeezed her ass and kissed her back. We continued while Candice carried on turning Alice.

“Mr Fleming – would you mind briefly slipping your cock out of Alice for just a moment? Thank you. Now, Alice. Turn over and show us all your lovely tits. We have some more talking to do. We don’t want to make life difficult for you, but you now understand the situation. Turn over right now, please.”

Alice turned over on the desk, and we all stared at her perfect tits. She was crying, of course.

“Take your hands away from your tits and put them by your side. Now raise your legs up in the air and open them up nice and wide. Thank you. Mr Fleming, if you’d like to proceed….”

I gripped onto Alice’s smooth and taut thighs and eased my cock back into her, fucking now at a more urgent pace, her tears, her anguish, her tits driving my cock on. Candice immediately began to squeeze and play with Alice’s nipples.

“We are going to reschedule Maria, Alice, so that you can take care of Mr Fleming’s lovely cock over the lunch time hour, just like you did with Mr Wilshire. Each day you and Ashley will meet in my office at 12.45 and you will tell us how you are going to pleasure Mr Fleming at one o’clock. You will tell us how you are going to make him hard. How you are going to use your tits to excite him. What naughty things you are going to say to him. How you are going to love his cock with your mouth. Your lips. Your hands. Your ass. How you are going to convince him to fuck you. Which hole you want his cock in that day. You will tell us these things in considerable detail. Perhaps using some porn clips that you like, that you would like to reenact with Mr Fleming. Or maybe even some toy dolls, and position them, so we can see how you want to fuck him? We will decide then if we are going to let you anywhere near him. If you do not convince us of your utter desire to make him come so fucking hard, your request will be denied.”

“No. No. Please. No. Please – Mr Fleming – help me. Please.”

“Take your hands away from your face, Alice. We won’t ask you again. I want to see your face,” I said.

She took them away and put her arms back down by her sides. I looked at Candice and we both smiled when we saw her tear stained face. It was so, so beautiful. Her mouth was parted. She was still enjoying my cock, but her emotions were all over the place. I held onto her smooth thighs and slowed my rhythm a little, savoring the sensations pulsating through my cock, staring at her face and her gently swaying tits.

Candice continued.

“Every time we deny you, you will swap places with Maria for the rest of the day.”

“No…please.”

“Your tits look so nice, Alice. I could play with them all day,” cooed Candice. “When you are in with Mr Fleming, would you mind if me and Ashley came in to watch? We’d like that very much, wouldn’t we Ashley?”

“Yes. Very much,” replied Ash, interrupting her kiss with me. “I’d love to watch you fuck Mr Fleming. Watch you suck his cock. I would love that. Love it!”

Candice pressed on, coaxing her submission. “You knew this was coming, Alice. From the very first time you interviewed in my office with Mr Fleming. At the back of your mind, you always knew this was coming. I could see it on your face. You were thinking ‘I wonder if Mr Fleming will let me suck his cock at lunchtime, just like Mr Wilshire did.’ That’s what you thought, wasn’t it, Alice?”

She didn’t reply.

“Wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I thought about that, but just for an instance,” she said, in between her pleasurable gasps.

My own cock continued to ease back and forth into Alice’s fantastically tight cunt, my entire body alive with the thrill of sex and the unfolding scene before me. My hands fumbled and fought against both Ashley’s and Candice’s, trying to get to her tits, which I relished for the few seconds I touched them, and then circling in for more after the girls had had their feel. I thrust harder when she answered, hoping to hear her cry her desire.

“You know what we are capable of, Alice. You know what we could do with your video and insurance fraud. And you know what we want, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“What do we want?”

“You want me. You want my body.”

“Yes, that’s right. We want you, Alice. We always have. We all want you. And we can make your life so good, Alice. You know we can help you in everything you need. When you saw him looking at your tits during that interview you were thinking about his cock, weren’t you? You were wondering how he liked it sucked, how big it was, how his come would taste. How hard he fucked. You did think of these things, didn’t you Alice?”

“Yes. Ahhhh…yes, but just for a moment.”

“You were wondering how you would be able to get his cock in your mouth every lunch time, like you did Wilshire’s’.”

“Yes.” She panted deeply while I pushed my wet cock into her soaking pussy for several hard strokes, and then I eased back up to the smooth rhythm that had her on the edge for so long.

“He is the alpha male, Alice. You are attracted to his assertiveness with women, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am. Ah, oh god…“

“And you are loving his cock right now, aren’t you? It feels SO good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I can tell. I can see how you have given yourself to him. It’s perfectly natural. Yes, Alice. Succumb to his cock. That’s it. We can all see how open your legs are, how you have submitted completely to the pleasure, how you yearn for his cock to be deeper inside you. We can all see it, Alice. And it’s so beautiful.

“Jesus this is fun,” exclaimed Ashley, smiling at me. “Is it like this with Maria, when you fuck her?”

“Not quite. But similar. I am pleased you are enjoying yourself. Your tits look great, Ashley. I look forward to seeing you each and every day.”

“You always say how nice my tits look.”

“I know. And I mean it. Do you like it when I say how great your tits look?”

She looked embarrassed, and she looked down to watch my thrusting cock.

“Ashley,” said Candice. “Tell him how you feel. It’s so fun to be sexually liberated. This is a new chapter of your life that may not last forever. Enjoy it.”

“I understand, Candice. I do. “  She paused to briefly gather her thoughts. “Yes, Mr Fleming. I like it when you say nice things about me. I like it when you tell me how much you want to fuck me, how much you want to come inside me. When you tell me how nice my tits are. Or my ass.”

“Do you want his cock?” asked Candice.

“Yes.”

“Then tell him. Tell him every day. Whenever you desire him. Tell him.”

“Did Tracy say things to you? Sexy things?”

“Sexy things?? Yes,” I laughed. “She did. She was always asking me to suck on her tits. Do you like it when I suck yours?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Tell him Ashley. Tell him your deep secrets.”

“OK. Then Mr Fleming…uhm… I want you to fuck me every day over my desk. I think of you doing that to me a lot. When I am on the phone. Talking to people, and you are fucking me….from behind, feeling my tits, saying things to me. That’s what I would like. If that is OK. And you are not too busy…”

“That’s good to hear,” I grinned back. “I will do that to you when you ask me to.”

“And I want you to fuck me in front of people. Like you did with Monica. That’s really exciting.”

“Would you like two men at once?”

“Yes.”

“Of course,“  I smiled. “Your video clip. I had forgotten about that. Three men?”

“Maybe. Not sure.”

“And this morning you looked so lovely with Mr Fleming’s come on your face,” enthused Candice.

“Did I?”

“Yes. You looked beautiful,” smiled Candice, looking at her. “You are dropping all of your inhibitions and becoming the fully sexual being you truly are.”

She blushed and turned her attention back to Alice. “This is such a fucking turn on,” she said. “The sex. And the talking. You both say such intimate things. What you are making her do. It makes it so intense! What fun! I am so looking forward to my new job. Thank you so much for hiring me.”

“I love fucking you, Ashley.”

“And I love getting fucked by you,” she said, her eyes lingering again on my cock. I grabbed tightly onto Alice’s ass and rammed my cock into her for ten or fifteen deep, hard strokes, enjoying the ecstatic effect my fucking had on Alice’s passionate moaning.

“Sometimes,” I said, catching my breath, “when we had no clients visiting, Tracy would work topless. Will you do that for me? So that I can look at your gorgeous tits whenever I want to?”

“Yes, I will do that. I would love to do that, actually. Uhm, Candice - can I spit on Alice? Isn’t that what you used to do with Monica?”

“No, Ashley. Alice is not the office whore. Maybe on her tits, but not her face,” came the reply.

“Maria will be back tomorrow, Ash. You can spit in her face all you want,” I said.

“OK. I will.”

“And she will be milking too, remember. Everyone will be sucking on her tits, I would imagine.”

“Will I be allowed to suck her tits?”

“Of course, Ashley. You can help yourself whenever you want to.”

“So much fun,” she replied.

Candice slid her hands over Alice's ass and reached around to cup one of her glorious tits. "Well, young Alice. Will you join us, and be a part of us?"

“Please don’t show that video to my family. “

I fucked her now with deep, slow strokes and began to gently rub the top of her cunt with my moist thumb.

“Ah, oh god…please don’t do this to my family. They would never speak to me again. Ah... They are very religious and it will upset them greatly.”

“You love how I am fucking you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming, You feel so good.”

“Your tits make me so hard.”

“We all love your tits, Alice,” cooed Candice, licking and sucking on one. “They are so beautiful. “

Ashley began to suck and love the other tits, running her tongue over the erect nipples, biting lovingly, teasing, enjoying.

Alice’s body began to tense and her gasps ascended to higher pitched squeals. Her hands began to flail before resting on the back of Ashley’s head and Candice’s ass, pulling the girls closer to her. I started to fuck her at - what Tracy referred to  as - ‘ramming speed’.

The table began to squeal against the floor.

“Come for us, Alice,’ urged Candice. “Come for us. Release all of that pleasure that is inside you. That’s it, Alice. You look so beautiful. You sound so beautiful. You are making me so wet.” Candice smiled back at me when she saw I was fucking so hard.

“Please Mr Fleming. Please keep fucking me. Please. Make me come. Please make me come.”

I fucked her ferociously, pounding myself into her body. And at last she came. So hard. So loud. Her body convulsed with 10,000 volts of pleasure. She thrashed around on my desk, her tits bouncing, her mouth screaming, her legs stretched wide open in the air, giving herself to me, giving me her cunt, to fuck, to relish and use.

“Suck his cock, Alice. Suck it. We know you want to. Suck him! Every lunch time, suck him until he comes, suck him until he fucks you.”

I couldn’t hang on any longer. I hardened just fractionally more and then pumped and pumped and pumped my come into Alice’s smooth, tight pussy, gripping her thighs, her tits, fucking her into my unbelievable orgasm, coming so hard inside her, savouring the exquisite sensations this stunning girl was giving me, and then, as I waned, squeezing both of her perfect tits until my balls finally emptied.

“That is one of the most intense things I have ever seen,” said the now masturbating Ashley. “Wow.”

“You had better go, Alice. We will discuss this in the morning. You will tell us your decision then,” said Candice. Alice stayed still momentarily, gathering her thoughts, her chest heaving, recovering, and then sat up from my desk, covered her breasts with her hand and picked up her clothes with the other.

She looked at me for several seconds and left.

Ashely, Candice and myself were chatting, putting our clothes back on, sharing our final goodnight kisses. I had invited Ash to come and spend the night with me, Linn and Tracy, to which she readily agreed. Candice had called Simmonds and told him she would be home in 20 minutes.

My office door opened and in walked Alice, now fully dressed and looked smooth and calm, belying the fact that she had just been vigorously fucked and humiliated for the past 30 minutes.

“Alice? I thought you had gone,” I said, surprised to see her.

“Candice – is it true about your job?”

“What do you mean?”

“That you are leaving. To start a business with Tracy.”

“Yes. I am. I am surprised you heard about that.”

Alice walked over to me and spoke. “I will not do these things you are asking of me. You can do what you want, but I know the embarrassment and legal proceedings will be nothing compared to the torment you will put me through. So here is my offer. Give me Candice’s job. Right now. I will do all of her duties. I know exactly the sort of employee you are looking for, Mr Fleming. I know I can tighten our dress code, make much better use of Maria and raise the standards throughout. You will like what I have in mind. “

“Alice – what the fuck? You have taken me by complete surprise.”

“Hire me now, Mr Fleming. And let Candice go. I will start tomorrow morning. I know several girls that would love to replace me as your assistant. Girls I went to college with.”

“I need my cock sucked at lunch times, Alice. This was to be your responsibility.”

“Did Candice ever suck your cock at lunchtimes?”

“No.”

“Then neither shall I.”

“Candice? What do you say to this? Alice clearly has set out some career goals for herself.”

Candice stood there feuding, a frown of clear indignation, knocked off guard like all of us.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving for two more months. And I really wanted to select Henderson’s next assistant, which we all agreed would be an Asian. And frankly, Alice, if Mr Fleming needed his cock sucked I would have been thrilled to receive him. Mr Fleming, what do you say?”

“It’s up to you, Candice. You can leave me out of this. I have a lovely Asian at home now so I am open to all candidates for Ash’s old job.”

“And all candidates should have great tits and ass, right?” interrupted Alice.

“Yes. Of course.”

“I have so many law school friends gasping for work, Mr Fleming. You will be amazed at the selection I can offer you. They would be able to work extra at lunchtimes, too. That will be no problem. Do you have a preference for hair colour, or tit size?”

I smiled at her confidence. “The same as yours, Alice.”

“And no more of this blackmail bullshit,” she said, looking at Candice. “That’s such a shitty thing to do. Just about every girl I have ever met would love to fuck her boss to get ahead. We just hire the pretty ones. Did they coerce you too, Ashley?”

“No. Not at all. I am very happy in my job, Alice.”

Candice stood silently for a few moments, working out the permutations.

“And you can be sure the first thing I will do is fire that ass hole ex-husband of yours, Candice. All he does is stare at my tits all day. His weedy dick is so undesirable. I will replace him with a more attractive man, to keep the girls happy. Someone who knows how to fuck properly. And Ashley, I have never liked Henderson. If you want him gone too then let’s talk.”

“Henderson is fine,” said Ashley.

I couldn’t help but smile. I had no idea that Alice was such a go getter.

“Alice. Take off your shirt again and show me your tits.”

“But Mr Fleming…please.”

“Show me your tits. Now, please.” I wanted to make sure she knew that she would still answer to me. Alice looked at me for a moment or two, assessing my intent, and then undid her buttons and removed her shirt. She had not put her bra back on.

“Thank you, Alice. Turn to Candice and then to Ashley so they can take a nice look at your chest. Thank you. Now please come over to me and get on your knees.”

She knew I was challenging her. She paused. I could see she was wondering if she had over played her hand. That I would side with Candice and that the blackmail was still on. Slowly she came over to me, and keeping my eye contact, dropped to her knees so that her face was now less than a foot from my waist.

“Take out my cock.”

Again, she paused. She was not happy, I could tell. But her hands undid my trouser buttons and pulled my fly down, releasing my soft cock.

“Suck my balls, Alice, and stroke me hard.”

Alice moved in, and under my cock, and slowly began to lap and suck my balls. Her hand began to move up and down and around my cock, arousing me once more. Candice and Alice came over for a better view, and stood by my side, silently watching Alice perform.

“Do you know why I have asked you to do this, Alice?”

“Yes. You are showing me, and I am showing you, that you are still very much in control. You still have control over me, Mr Fleming. I know that.”

“I am not sure what to think of you, Alice. I really don’t. I will tell you this though. That video of you fucking Wilshire will always be a single click away from hitting the Internet. That fraud scam we hit you up with is just a phone call from being sent to the police. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

“Now gently rub your tits against my hard cock.”

“Yes, Mr Fleming.”

Her soft breasts made me fully erect. She swayed them back and forth over me, sometimes pushing them together for me to fuck into her, always sensual, always turning me on, more and more, touching and stroking me, her beautiful soft tits caressed my hard cock.

“That looks so fucking good,” said Ashley.

“Alice – once I am absolutely sure of what you are up to, that you really want to help this company, we can talk about your situation again.” I leaned down a little and felt her tits up with my hands.

“I understand completely. Thank you Mr Fleming. I will not let you down, I can assure you of that.”

“Alright. I want to save my come for Tracy later on.” I stepped back, masturbated briefly at her tits, and buttoned my trousers back up.

“I am glad we have sorted that out. That you understand the situation. You can put your shirt back on.”

I watched her stand and cover herself up.

“Alright, Alice,” eventually said Candice. “It looks like you have this all planned out. I will do it, if Mr Fleming agrees. I suppose my other business with Tracy and Lucy can ramp up quicker than I planned. On one condition.”

“Which is?” asked Alice, buttoning up the final, top button.

“You come home with me tonight. You fuck me and my boyfriend. You can lick out my pussy until I cannot take it anymore. You will be my whore for one entire night.”

“No.”

Alice stepped over towards me and stood to my side, sliding her hand down the front of my trousers to my still hard cock.

“I prefer men.”

I fucked my hips into her hand and turned to kiss her, and feel her tits some more.  It was getting late. I had to make a decision.

       Chapter 41 : It Begins Again

Monday

“Tell me Maria. Do you really think we are interested in what you are saying?  Do you really think myself and these four executives are really that interested in your presentation?”

“No, sir.”

Ashley’s hand rested on my cock, and we smiled at each other. She leaned into me and whispered in my ear – “Is there any more of your come on my face?”

“No – Maria licked it all off.” I kissed her and turned back to look at our just returned office entertainment.

“The staff all know that they can suck on Maria’s tits for milk? ”

“Yes, Mr Fleming. I emailed everyone this morning. In fact, I had some myself earlier while I was injecting her hormone cocktail into her ass cheek. It’s much nicer than I thought it would be.”

I smiled. Ashley was fitting in a treat.

“Oh – I nearly forgot, Tracy says thanks, and that she had a great time last night.”

“So did I, Mr Fleming. I think we all did. I really enjoyed reading her book about the last year. Did all of those things with Monica really happen?”

I turned to her and smiled.

“Ashley – did I ever tell you when you come – I mean really, really come, when your nipples are so hard and excited, you have the most beautiful look on your face?”

Ashley playfully squeezed my cock a couple of times, and we both turned out attentions back to the scantily clad girl in front of us.

“I will take that evasive comment as a ‘yes’ then,” she whispered. “It’s all true. She said she has just a page to go and then she will be finished.”

I smiled, and wondered if Maria’s butt plug was causing her any discomfort. My phone pinged and I saw it was Alice.

“Hi Alice, what’s up?” I spoke quietly.

“I have three lovely applicants for my old job here, Mr Fleming.”

“OK. Great. You work quick. Do you feel confident you can make the right choice?”

“Actually, I think it would be nice if you were in on the decision. Rebecca, Katherine and Amanda are waiting for you.”

“Not Amanda Knox, I hope?”

“No,” she laughed.

“OK. But I am in with Maria. She is about to show us the results of her training at Mr Chung’s.”

“All three are naked, Mr Fleming. And waiting for you. We will be assessing them on how they kiss, their looks and overall body tone and then you can make a choice for the final two. Final job placement will then be based on how well they can pleasure your cock with their mouths, and, of course, ultimately, how good a fuck they are. Are you ready to come and meet them?”

“Jesus, Alice. I will be right down.”

“All girls understand that any job offer will be dependent on how desirable they are to you, and how fuckable you find them.”

“Alice – I am speechless.”

“I told you I would be good at this job, Mr Fleming. You have to trust me. I have told them that the third candidate that doesn’t make the final two can stay and watch you fuck the finalists. Anyway, we are in the small conference room on my floor. I got a bunch of pillows and bean bags delivered today and I am going to make this the new interview room. We are expecting you shortly, Mr Fleming. The girls are very excited to meet you.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Maria looked at me and then at the faces of the four executives.

“What do you think we are looking at, Maria? What do you think we are really most interested in?” I said, standing up to leave.

“My tits, sir. You are looking at my tits and when I turn around you are probably looking at my ass. Mr Stevens, Mr White, Mr Paulson and Mr Simmonds are probably thinking what I look like naked, and perhaps they are imaging me sucking their cocks or fucking me again. They most likely are not listening to anything I say, they are just thinking about my body and if there is anything they can do to get me to fuck them again.”

“You’re probably right, Maria. Is she, gentlemen?”

“Yes,” they said, and began to open their trousers to expose their hard cocks.

Maria smiled.

I kissed Ashley and walked off to the new interview room.