Just Another Day at the Office

by Lacey Kane

  It was a solid eleven inches long, with balls of varying circumference placed at random intervals. The orgasm she’d have when he pulled it out? Definitely something they needed to get on film. Jayson imagined it would be the highlight of the ad promotion Russ would put together. And he couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to film her. Her pale skin showed up brilliantly against all of the black and red under the spotlights.

  She kept whimpering each time he’d press another ball of the snake up her rectum. She definitely wasn’t relaxing, which only made inserting the thing more painful for her. Jayson leaned over and sucked her clit between his lips, lapping at it with his tongue.

  That was all it took. She climaxed again, and her whole body either tensed or relaxed—but she relaxed her asshole enough that he pressed the snake the rest of the way up inside her. A string at the base fell out of her hole, looking like a tail, and her sphincter closed around it.

  Trent brought over a bowl of ice, and then Pete joined them both. They each took cubes in both hands and started rubbing it over Chelsea’s overheated body.

  She hissed in a breath when the ice came down on her skin. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Cooling you off for a bit.”

  Her skin was so hot all over that the cubes melted quickly. Trent rubbed them over the pink and red marks on her breasts Jayson’s flogger had left until the cubes disappeared. Then he took two more and held them directly over her swollen, taut nipples.

  While he was doing that, Pete had been running cubes over her belly and her legs. Jayson, meanwhile, had chosen to load Chelsea’s cunt with ice, stuffing her so full of the stuff you could see it pressing up against her abdomen. Now he held a cube on her clit the same way Trent was doing with her tits. With his other hand, he slipped first one, then two fingers into her ass, pressing the balls of the snake up against the hard ice cubes filling her pussy and wiggling them around.

  She thrashed her head from side to side, whimpering and cussing at them, alternately.

  By the time they’d gone through half the bowl of ice and a steady stream of water was dripping from her body, most notably from her pussy, he figured she’d had enough for now.

  The doorbell rang. Pizza delivery. Perfect timing, just as planned.

  “Ready for lunch, boys?” They’d need to refuel for round two, after all.

  Pete and Trent took a seat on the couch and picked up their beers again, and Jayson went to the door. Damian, a former linebacker, stood there with three pizza boxes.

  “I take it I’m just in time,” he said, without even blinking at Jayson’s nudity.

  “She’s all ready for you.” Jayson took the pizza, and Damian went ahead of him into the studio. He sat down between Trent and Pete to watch the show.

  Damian dropped his pants as soon as he got in the room, and Chelsea’s eyes about bugged out of her head.

  “Who is he?” she nearly shrieked. She wriggled and squirmed, but she was no match for the tight belts holding her in place, not even with a healthy dose of panic. “You seriously aren’t going to let another stranger fuck me, are you?”

  And really, Jayson couldn’t blame her totally. As tight as her cunt was, and as much as she’d already had to stretch to accommodate Jayson and Pete and the dildos, he imagined the size of Damian’s big, black cock was terrifying.

  Jayson took out a slice of pizza and took a bite of it. After he swallowed, he said, “Damian, meet Chelsea. Chelsea, meet Damian. More importantly, Chelsea’s cunt, meet Damian’s cock.”

  Her tears fell in earnest now.

  Damian didn’t start with his cock though. He bent down between her wide-spread thighs and used his tongue in her, slurping up the last of the melting ice combined with her juices. Then he abraded her swollen pussy lips with his teeth, nibbling a trail up to her reddened, abused clit.

  The ice had to have numbed her somewhat, but still she was crying out with each bite.

  He picked up an extra-large condom and slipped it in place, and then he hefted himself up onto the table, hooking his massive thighs around hers in a way that put added pressure on her rope restraints. He leaned over her and braced his arms on either side of her petite frame.

  Chelsea’s eyes were huge, wide. Her lips trembled.

  Without any further preamble, Damian thrust his enormous cock deep inside her cunt, bringing his mouth down to kiss her as he buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke.

  The kiss didn’t do much to muffle the volume of her scream, though. There was an edge of pain in her scream, without a doubt. But her legs were twitching so hard from the force of her orgasm she kicked one of her heels off.

  Even as he ate, watching the show before him, Jayson stroked his cock.

  Damian was fucking her so hard, his thrusts were so wild, so animalistic, so rough, that the entire table shook from the force of it. Jayson had never seen anything like it, and he’d used that table countless times before to fuck chicks on. It was solid oak. Bolted to the floor.

  Damian had stopped kissing her and was now using his mouth—his teeth, more specifically—on her tits, biting into her and pulling his head back, stretching her nipples back before shaking his head like a rabid dog.

  And still, Chelsea’s legs twitched and she screamed and moaned and groaned and begged for more and gasped for air with each pounding stroke.

  That’s right. She was begging for it.

  “Oh, fuck! Please don’t stop. Please keep fucking me.” Her words were halting, punctuated by Damian’s sharp thrusts into her cunt.

  Time to change up the game.

  Jayson had had more than enough to eat. He set his pizza aside and moved over to stand beside them, with Pete and Trent right behind him. Damian took the hint and shot his load inside her, then climbed off of her.

  Chelsea whimpered at the loss.

  “Thanks for letting me fuck her, man.” It didn’t take Damian long to put his clothes back on and let himself out.

  After watching him leave, she turned her head and looked at Jayson, her eyes filled with tears and confusion and lust and need—she was ready for anything.

  He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him and nowhere else. “You want to be fucked more?”

  “God, yes.”

  He clamped his free hand down on her breast in a ruthless grip. “Slut.”

  Pete slapped her other breast several times, watching it jiggle before striking it again. Trent had picked up a crop on his way over and started snapping the leather end repeatedly over her clit.

  She sucked in a breath through her teeth, and new tears filled her eyes.

  “Beg for it,” Jayson ordered her. “Beg us to fuck you.”

  Chelsea let a tear fall. “Please, fuck me, Jayson.”

  He tightened his grip in her hair and on her tit. “All of us. Beg all three of us to fuck you.”

  She tried to shake her head, tried to deny she wanted it. Trent smacked her clit harder than he had to that point, and she let out a guttural moan.

  Her voice dropped to little more than a groan, ragged and distressed and thoroughly overcome. “Please, all three of you fuck me.” She was shaking beneath their ministrations, trembling with sexual need.

  Jayson started to knead her breast, then stopped to pinch and twist her nipple. Pete did the same, and Trent slid the leather tip of the crop over her clit, massaging it with an intense pressure.

  “That’s still not good enough, Chelsea.” He pulled her tit up between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it as high as he could until it snapped free from his grip and fell back into place, ignoring her shout. “Beg us to fuck you in every hole, or we’re going to walk out of here and leave you just like you are.”

  “Please, fuck me in all of my holes.” Chelsea couldn’t believe what was happening to her, that the words had come out of her mouth. She’d never, until only hours before, had sex with more than one man at a time. She’d always found the idea of butt fucking completely disgusting and un
sexy in every way. But now, she was begging for all of it.

  Begging!

  In less than two days, she’d become an absolute slut. What was worse, she was enjoying every minute of it.

  They kept touching her roughly, tweaking her tits and thwacking her clit with that damned crop—but they started releasing the belts and ropes that had kept her immobilized for so long that she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to use her muscles again.

  “Say it again,” Jayson demanded. “Make me believe you really want it.”

  “Fuck me. Please, god, fuck me in all my holes.” She could hear the desperation in her own voice, and it was humiliating.

  Her legs were finally free, dropping down to a normal position and tingling like mad as the blood rushed back into place where it belonged.

  “Again. Do you want a nice, sedate fuck, like a good little princess?” Jayson released the last of the belts over her torso and sat her upright, and she moaned at the shifting position of the snake in her ass.

  “Fuck me hard, please. Like an animal. Please fuck me like an animal in all my holes.”

  Even as she begged to be denigrated, they were reworking the belts over her, strapping each of her thighs to the corresponding ankle, and putting her arms behind her back, connecting the ankle of her right arm to the elbow of her left and vice versa.

  Once she was secured, Jayson said, “I guess we could do that for you, Chelsea.”

  Trent and Jayson both picked up condoms and put them over their dicks. Pete would be throat fucking her, then. Chelsea’s whole body tingled in anticipation, in fear, in need. Trent moved over and sat on the sofa with his legs spread out and his steely-hard cock standing at attention.

  Pete and Jayson picked her up by the thighs. With lightning speed, they had her off the table and coming down hard onto Trent’s cock. After she was fully impaled, Jayson grabbed her from behind by the breasts and lifted her with them, using them to life her and create a frenetic fucking rhythm.

  She sucked in a breath, but wasn’t given much opportunity to brace herself. Pete sat on the back of the sofa, right by Trent’s shoulder, and took a fistful of her hair.

  By now, she’d learned she would have to relax her throat and swallow, because they were going to force their cocks deep into her throat whether she wanted them to or not, whether she was ready or not. Sure enough, he pulled her mouth down over his dick and pressed hard against the back of her head, driving himself all the way inside her and pressing her nose against his abdomen.

  Trent had grabbed onto her hips, which took some of the pressure off of her breasts as they drove her down onto his cock. Some. Not nearly all. Still, that pressure only seemed to aid her oncoming orgasm. She’d had more of those already than should be legal within such a short amount of time, but that didn’t seem to matter. Her legs were dancing around, stuck out to the side as they were, twitching in all the glory of another oncoming, mind-blowing climax. She hummed a moan over Pete’s cock, which he was forcing into her at a rapid pace.

  Jayson removed his hands from her tits, and then she felt them at her butt. The snake started to move within her, the balls of varying sizes driving her nerve endings to distraction. Ever so fucking slowly, one of them popped free from her anus, and the sensation—all heat and light and pain and pleasure—made her scream again as her orgasm fully started.

  He pressed it back inside, and then nearly ripped the thing out of her, and she was lost.

  She no longer felt the cocks moving inside her or the hands on her body or the aches or soreness or pain all over her muscles. Chelsea was floating up above, in the clouds. The sense of euphoria was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

  No telling how long she stayed like that, but when she came back to earth, it was with Jayson reaming her asshole like a freight train. She came to just in time to swallow Pete’s cum, which spurted down her throat at a crazy rate. Her legs were still twitching from the force of the climax. She doubted it had ever stopped.

  Trent grabbed the belts trapping her ankles to her upper thighs and used them to pull her sloshing sex onto his dick. When Pete finally stopped spewing into her mouth, Jayson pulled her back by tugging on her arms while Pete pressed his hands around her neck, making it difficult but not impossible to breathe.

  Then Chelsea was exploding from the inside again, hot and aching and tingling, like diving off a cliff and hoping she’d never come back down.

  After Pete and Trent left, Jayson carried Chelsea upstairs to his bed and laid her there on her back, asleep, with her arms and legs still belted as they were. She looked insanely fuckable, but there would be plenty more time for all of that. He cleaned her off with a washcloth and then left her to rest while he went to prepare for their next session.

  He came back up an hour later with a tray of food for her. She’d more than earned a good meal from how well she’d performed all day.

  She was still sleeping when he came in, so he set the tray on the bedside table and started suckling and kneading her tits to wake her up. It worked. In no time, she was moaning.

  “Good morning, sunshine. Or good afternoon, I should say.”

  When he came up, she was eyeing him warily, but not complaining at least.

  “Hungry?”

  Chelsea nodded.

  He lifted her upright and leaned her back against the pillows lining the headboard.

  “You’re not going to release me to eat?”

  He gave her a wry smile. “I hadn’t planned on it. I like seeing you like that. Bound. Open. You’ve got that well-fucked look in your eyes, too.”

  She glared, but he shoved a sandwich in her mouth before she could complain any more. She ate, letting him feed her a bite at a time. He made sure she got plenty of water, too. Definitely not a good plan to let her dehydrate.

  When she’d finished her meal, he leaned down to lick and nibble at her clit for a minute, until she was writhing and moaning against him again, before releasing her belts.

  She’d barely started stretching her limbs out when he picked her up, put her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bathroom. Jayson set her down on the toilet and moved over to the shower.

  “Take care of your business now,” he ordered while he reached in to turn on the knobs.

  She’d never peed with anyone present, not since she was old enough to handle such things on her own at least. Still, he’d left her strapped down and tied up and whatnot so often, she figured it was in her best interests to take the opportunity when it presented itself.

  She’d hardly finished before he picked her up again and carried her into the shower with him.

  He passed her a toothbrush and paste. “Brush, and then gargle with the mouthwash when you’re done.”

  Chelsea had barely registered what he had said before he had a soapy sponge in his hands, rubbing it all over her body. While he focused on her pussy and ass, she finally got to work brushing her teeth.

  When he moved on to scrubbing her breasts so hard you’d think they had ten years’ worth of muck and grime on them, she reached for the mouthwash and rinsed, then gargled as he had instructed her to do.

  After ten minutes in the shower with him, Chelsea was as clean as she could imagine she’d ever been in her life.

  He pulled the shower head down and sprayed her all over, rinsing all the suds away. Then he pushed on her shoulders, guiding her back to sit on a little ledge. “Spread your legs and finger yourself for me while I wash.”

  Never in her life had Chelsea masturbated in front of anyone. But then again, she’d been through countless other firsts over the last two days, so why should this be any different? Intense heat rushed to her cheeks as she pressed her knees wide and reached a hand down between her legs.

  Everything was so swollen, so sensitive, so insanely aroused it was almost painful for her to touch herself. With each gentle rub of her vulva or tentative press inside her channel, her breath hissed between her teeth.

  Within secon
ds, Jayson had soaped his whole body and was rinsing. “Don’t neglect your clit, baby.” He put a hand down to stroke his still-hard cock while he kept washing the suds from his body, never taking his eyes from her. “Use one hand to rub your clit and the other to finger yourself.”

  Moaning, she did as he asked, moving the two fingers inside her in time with his strokes of his erection and rubbing her thumb gently over her clit.

  He finished washing himself, but he still stood there, jerking off and watching her masturbate. “Add another finger,” he ordered. “And touch your tits with your other hand.”

  Disobeying him was the last thing on her mind. It was like she was becoming his own, personal slut, willing to do anything he wanted, any time he wanted.

  Chelsea added another finger and drew her left hand up to squeeze her breasts.

  Jayson stroked his cock harder, faster, grunting in time with the movements. Apparently, that wasn’t enough. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her knees before him, shoving his cock deep down her throat before she had time to react. The thick, bulbous head filled her, gagged her, but she took him all.

  “We’re not moving on until you come again, so keep fingering yourself.”

  He kept both hands on her head, not allowing her to move while he thrust in and out of her mouth. The water from the shower head poured down over her head, filling her eyes and nose, and being forced into her mouth along with his cock.

  So she kept frigging herself, frantically almost, desperate to come like he’d ordered her to do. Her fingers picked up the same pace as his dick. The pain blurred into pleasure. Her legs shook against the shower floor, and her feet slapped against the pooling water, and then she came. Her orgasm had his cock hardening inside her mouth, his balls drawing up and tightening. He pulled out and shouted as a stream of hot, sticky cum covered her face.

  When it finished spurting all over her, Jayson again washed her off. Then he turned off the water, lifted her to her feet, and stepped out of the shower. He picked up a towel, but instead of drying himself, he used it on her, scrubbing over every inch of her flesh with the thing.