“I wanted to tell you,” I whispered against his lips, looking deeply into his eyes. “That I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done. The car service, the apartment, the job, everything.”
And the big man chucked me under the chin.
“Glad you like it,” he rumbled. “Because you were too far away in the Bronx. I live at the Meridien too, you know,” he added with a sly smile.
I gasped again. Oh my god, I’d be living in the same building as Nick?
And he nodded, reading my mind.
“That’s right baby girl. Your apartment is right next to mine and I’ll be knocking on your door to borrow a cup of sugar soon,” he said with a grin.
I positively melted then.
“My sugar’s all yours,” I purred, rubbing my breasts against his chest, positively mashing myself into his big frame. “Come as often as you like.”
And the big man groaned then, his hand slipping between my thighs to test my cunt, feel the wetness there. But before we got too carried away, he turned back to the toolbox and said, “I do want you to use this thing.”
Confused, I shook my head.
“Use what?” I asked, perplexed.
“The toolbox,” he replied. “You didn’t think I was just going to fuck you vanilla, did you? No baby girl,” he added, touching the tip of his finger to my nose. “That’s not the name of this game. The tool box is going to take your pussy and fuck it hard as I watch.”
I pulled back for a moment, confused. What? How?
The big man laughed again, the sound emanating from his deep chest.
“The toolbox is a fucking machine,” he said. “Literally, a machine that fucks.” Disentangling my arms, he hoisted the box, balancing it on the counter before opening it. Before my amazed eyes, he pulled out a silver rod about eight inches long.
“Watch this, baby,” he said. “You screw this into the side, and then attach this,” he said, pulling out a dildo. “It comes with a couple attachments, your choice. There’s an anal probe, a vibrator, let’s see what else …”
I gasped as my pussy ran, titillated and shocked.
“You mean like a Sybian? I ride it?”
My cheeks were flushed red at the delicious dirtiness.
“No baby, you don’t ride the toolbox because there’s no way to get on top,” he murmured into my year. “Watch,” he commanded, and flicking a remote, the dildo began to thrust forward and back horizontally, obscene, disgusting and yet such a turn-on. I gushed again, seeing that plastic dong jab back and forth, imagining it in my pussy, filling me up, stretching me.
And Nick just laughed.
“Turns you on, doesn’t it?” he rumbled into my ear. “Makes you a horny little slut.”
And while the machine pumped away, his fingers traced over my slit again, this time making their way up my inner channel. I sighed and squeezed my internal muscles, welcoming his fingers, loving the feel of the dirty slide.
“Get on your knees,” he rasped in my ear. “Show me your cunt animal style.”
And with a soft whimper I obeyed, getting on all fours on the bathroom floor, flipping up my skirt to show off my wet cunt. Nick’s eyes opened appreciatively, his pupils dilating.
“Baby you have one of the most beautiful pussies I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, running his hand over my dripping slit, slowly pulling my panties to the side so that my fat pink lips were revealed. “Fuck, I love how you’re so fucking wet already.”
And I mewled softly, arching my back, wiggling my hips against his hand. Even though I’d only sampled dick once before, I was a cumslut now, begging him, willing him to put something, anything into me.
And the big man laughed deep in his throat.
“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got just the thing for you.”
He grabbed the toolbox off the counter, the dildo still jabbing back and forth obscenely and put it on the floor behind me, propping it up on a small stool so that it was exactly at pussy height. Grabbing the remote, he slowed the thrusting motions so that they were sensuous slides as opposed to aggressive stabs. Spitting into his hand, he wet the fake dick and lubed it up for me.
“Not that you need it,” he growled, eyeing my hungry cunt. “You’re wet enough as is.”
And as I moaned, he pointed the fake dick at my vaginal hole and slowly brought the dildo closer, closer, until the head just touched my pussy lips on each thrust.
“Fuck baby, this looks amazing,” he ground out, his eyes glued to my secret space. “Fuck.”
And I was perfectly still, feeling the head of the dildo kiss me on each return, thrusting against my lips, my wet hole creaming hotly with anticipation.
But when Nick moved the machine forward again, the dildo slid to the side instead of inside me, curving and bouncing off my cunt, almost bending in half.
“Wha?” I half twisted around, my eyes large as I gazed at the big man, and then the machine.
“Sorry baby, let me try again,” he said. Lining up the tool box again, he pointed the dildo at my wet hole, aiming more carefully this time, trying to get it into my cunt.
But the same thing happened, the rubber bouncing off my labia, curving almost in half as it rebounded, the stupid thing vibrating senselessly.
“What the hell?” he ground out, really annoyed now. “What the fuck is wrong with this thing? Your pussy’s small but it’s not impossible to get into, I did it.”
I nodded, just as desperate, wiggling my hips.
“Maybe if you turn it off and let me back onto it, that’d be easier,” I whispered, choking with pent-up desire, my body literally shaking with need. “Let’s just try,” I breathed.
And Nick nodded, turning off the machine so that the dildo was stationary, pointed at my pussy. Slowly, I backed up so that my nether lips kissed the head again, the slick rubber parting my labia, making me moan and shiver.
“Oh fuuuck,” I cried, pushing my hips back slightly. The dildo slipped in a bit, maybe two inches and I squirmed at the feeling, my pussy getting stretched, my cunt filled.
“That’s it baby,” rasped Nick. “Fuck yourself onto the dick, show me you need it, push that hot cunt back like the slutty cunt it is.”
And slowly I did as told. My eyes closed, my head thrown back as I concentrated, I fucked my hips back, forcing the dildo into myself, the shaft going deeper and deeper, my pussy sucking the plastic in.
“Ohhh!” I cried. “Feels so fucking good.”
And I threw my hips back once more, wiggling my ass, forcing the dick up my internal channel until it was fully embedded in me.
“Did you like that?” I panted, looking at the big man. “Did you like seeing me impale myself on this fat cock?”
And the man just laughed throatily as he stroked my ass, grabbed a cheek and squeezed hard.
“I’ve never seen something so good,” he ground out. “It was fucking dirty, you’re such a fucking dirty slut and I fucking love it. And now you’re gonna ride,” he commanded, flicking the switch on the remote.
With a jolt and a gasp, the machine came to life, the fake penis pulsing into me quickly before withdrawing to the tip, then pulsing into me again with a hard thrust.
“Ohhh!” I screamed, the echoes loud in the tiled bathroom. “Ohhhh fuck! Fuck me, fuck me!”
And the machine did its work, Nick watching with avid eyes as the penis rammed my pussy again and again.
“Fuck I love how when it pulls out, there’s a little ring of pink flesh that follows, like you’re sucking it back in,” he rasped, his eyes never leaving my cunt. “Fuck, your pussy’s so hungry it’s practically a vacuum. How did you survive without getting fucked for so long?”
But I couldn’t answer, I was thrashing like an animal now, the deep pounding exactly what I needed, so thorough, so huge that I was sure my teeth were going to be knocked out.
“Ohh ohhh ohhhh!” I screamed, my voice going hoarse as my boobs quivered and shook.
But Nick wasn’t done yet, n
ot by a long shot. Popping a finger into his mouth, he moistened it and started rubbing my anal ring.
“You good down here?” he rumbled, the action between my butt cheeks insane. “You think you can take me here?”
And the only answer I could give was a harsh, “Aiee!” as the machine pounded away. But the billionaire wasted no time. Popping his dick out of his pants, he straddled me high up and crouched over, like a stallion mounting a mare, the toolbox working away down below at my cunt.
“Focus on the feeling in your pussy,” he muttered against my ear. “It won’t hurt so bad in back if you focus on the dildo.”
And as the fake dick did its work, punching into me again and again, Nick began penetrating my back hole.
“That’s right,” he breathed. “I love having to work myself into your body, you’re so fucking tight Tammy, you’re an anal virgin, you’ve never had a man in here before.”
And I moaned incoherently, my head dropping between my arms, a low guttural sound emanating from my throat. I could no more answer him than fathom the fact that there were two dicks in me right now, a mechanical one pounding me to heaven in my cunt as Nick breached my anal passage.
“That’s right,” he ground again into my ear. “I took your pussy cherry yesterday and I’m taking your ass cherry now. You like it don’t you? I can feel your ass giving way, I can feel it …”
And he paused for a moment because my tight ring had just popped, my sphincter giving it up as his penis slid all the way in, up into my dark, musty hole, violating my inner space.
“Oh fuck that’s it, you’re such a dirty slut,” he moaned, the squeeze on his dick incredible, eyes closed, neck and chest muscles tight.
But his eyes flew open again, his body straining as he crouched above me, his penis in my butt.
“I’m gonna fuck you baby, I’m gonna fuck this ass to heaven.”
And with that, his hips began to rock, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed until he was moving in tandem with the tool box.
“Fuck,” the billionaire grunted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And I creamed then, I couldn’t help it, not only had my anal cherry just been popped but I was doing DP for the first time and the shock to my system was too much. My body heaved and bucked under the big man, my boobs swinging back and forth as I screamed, my cunt and ass clamping down on the shafts inside, squeezing them for all they were worth.
“Ohhhh!” I screamed, lifting my head to the heavens, not caring who heard. “Fuuuuuck!”
And the billionaire just picked up his pace inside me, grunting and thrusting, working his dick in my dry anal passage.
“Oh fuck baby, you’re so tight, you feel so good, I’m gonna … I’m gonna … Fuck!” he grunted, thrusting hard once more.
And stream after stream of hot jism flew up my ass, seeding me with that hot brew, the streams of white pouring out like lava boiling over.
I shrieked and squealed, the sensation incredible as my pussy continued to be pounded by the tool box.
“Give it to me, give it to me,” I cried, my cheek mashed to the ground, brown curls tumbled over my shoulders. “Fuck it harder into me.”
And the big man heaved again, more sperm jetting out relentlessly, spraying my insides with hot jism, his dick jerking like mad in my back chamber, twitching and dancing as he unloaded that precious cargo.
“You want it, don’t you?” he rasped and heaved, pushing his dick in tight. “Fuck, I’ve never met a girl so nasty.”
And I didn’t bother to reply. I couldn’t, I was so overtaken by the hot session, my body limp, sweat sheening my flanks, my pussy still worked hard by the machine.
But I knew one thing – my ass was overflowing, the cream spilling out between our bodies, coating Nick’s balls, dripping onto the dildo still pounding away. Slowly, stealthily, my little hand worked backwards to one my cheeks and I grabbed the soft orb, pulling it up from his cock, letting the sperm spill out of my hole, the gape giving way to copious white that oozed down my butt, trailing wetly.
“Fuck,” the big man heaved, staring at my prone form, the white coating everything now. “Fuck,” was all he could say.
And I giggled slightly before lifting my head and craning my neck to look meaningfully into his eyes.
“Mr. Boss Man, do I get a raise?” I purred.
And the billionaire just fucked his dick in deeper, eyes gleaming, hands digging hard into my hips. Nick wasn’t done yet … and if I wasn’t mistaken, we were playing for something more now.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nick
God, the little girl was so dirty. How the fuck had I gotten mixed up with the mink? Martin, a voice in my head warned, you’re in over your head.
Because what began as a game has become so much more. So fucking much more. Tammy’s coming to my office everyday now, showing up in the secret passage, sometimes arriving in nothing more than high heels and a big lipsticked smile, ready to do the dirty.
And do I stop her? Do I act like a responsible professional? Fuck no. I take what’s offered, devouring those big boobies, stroking that wet snatch, making her tremble and cream on the desk, the office couch, fuck even the floor of the bathroom.
And I admit, this isn’t the first time I’ve fucked one of my subordinates. I had a bad experience once before, a helluva shitpile that should have taught me a lesson but instead I’m still banging Tammy, making love to her again and again, the moaning, the creaming, like an addiction that I can’t shake.
So I berated myself in the privacy of my office, disgusted. What the fuck is wrong with you? I growled internally. Don’t you remember Jeanette? How can you not remember Jeanette? She sits outside your door everyday like a predator, fangs dripping, ready to draw blood, scratch your eyes out on a moment’s notice.
Because yeah, the bad experience was with my harpy of a secretary, which is so fucking ironic. The blonde’s not even my type, all stringy arms and legs, hips that jut out like glaciers, and flat as a pancake too. But it happened late one night, after a long conference call to Dubai.
“Mr. Martin, are you done in here?” came a sugary voice through my door, a discreet tap on the wood. Jeanette had just started then, it was her first week on the job.
“Yes, come in,” I called out. The remains of my dinner lay on a glass table in my office, crumbs everywhere, a discarded napkin on the floor. My new secretary probably wanted to go home and get some rest, it was late after all. So I expected her to waltz in, bus the plates, and then take off.
Except the blonde had a game plan. She edged open the door and threw herself into my office, quickly slamming the door even though no one was around this late.
I looked up, stupefied. What the fuck?
But the answer was obvious. Because Jeanette wore nothing but a body stocking, a transparent layer of hose that sheathed her from neck to ankle, except for three cut-outs. Oh yeah, both her boobs and her cunny were on display, the pink nipples jutting out like rocks, that shaved pussy oiled with something sugary and sickly sweet, like coconut or pineapple or some shit like that.
“Mr. Martin, I can help you relax,” she cooed as she minced forward, hips swaying. “You’ve had such a long day.”
Again, the blonde’s not my type at all. I’m not into Skeletor-looking chicks and this girlie was probably a hundred pounds max despite being six two in heels. So I growled, shaking my head vigorously.
But the girl couldn’t be dissuaded. She pranced over to me and plopped down in my lap, wiggling and jiggling, the sharp angles of her butt digging into my thighs.
“Mr. Martin, don’t you want some of this?” she asked, shaking her tits in my face, no, pressing them into my mouth so that my saliva actually got onto that body stocking.
“Fuck!” I roared, shoving her off, hacking as I tried to get the foul taste out of my mouth. “What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck are you thinking?”
The girl stumbled but recovered quickly.
“No
thing’s wrong,” she smiled sweetly, checking her cleavage, noting the saliva stain. “Nothing at all.”
“Then why the fuck are you wearing this?” I gestured furiously at her slutty outfit. God, she didn’t have the right figure at all, you need curves to fill out something so form-fitting and this bitch was like a straw broom. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spit out again.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, you’re the one who’s wrong,” she cooed.
I was silent. What the fuck was she talking about? If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d just been assaulted by a horny bitch.
But the blonde just smiled nastily then.
“Guess what I’ve got on my tit here?” she said, pointing to the fabric next to her breast. What the fuck did she mean? All I could see was soiled black lace, the nylon mesh sheer and racy, glistening a bit with my spit.
“You shoved that cloth in my face, you fucking slut,” I ground out. “What the fuck did you expect? I’ll dry clean that shit for you, just get out,” I spat disgustedly.
But the bitch wasn’t perturbed at all, instead smiling like an evil snake.
“No need for dry cleaning reimbursement,” she said. “I don’t need that as a job perk. What I need is a raise,” she said.
“What the fuck? Are you out of your mind?” I gasped, eyes bugging out. This shit was fucked up, the girl was smokin’ something and was delirious. “You just started this job last week.”
Jeanette smiled nastily again.
“Well, what I see when I look at this spit stain is a sexual harassment suit,” she purred. “Do you see that as well? Boss stays late at the office, comes onto his hot secretary, drools all over the sexy outfit she’s wearing. Isn’t that grounds for litigation? Something that’s going to last years and years, damage your reputation, cost you a buttload?” she asked with a smirk.
And I paused for a moment. Because the blonde was probably right. Who would buy my side of the story? It was almost midnight on a Tuesday, we were the only ones in my office and there were no cameras here. Jeanette was stunningly beautiful in the popular sense, and now my DNA was on her slutty outfit. Right on the boob section in fact, like I really had drooled on her, a tomcat howling in heat.
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