ENSLAVED BY SHIFTERS

by Astrid Lee Donovan

  “Fuckin’ tight, princess,” Rig growled, his fingers torturing her swollen clit until she felt she might explode. “Can’t wait to fill you up…”

  Tina bit her lip, the whirlwind in her stomach reaching a fever pitch. Rig’s words snaked around her ears, filling her with the dirtiest thoughts she’d ever had, and when he rolled his thumb around her clit, slamming into her so deep she thought he must have bottomed out, and the first warm bursts of his cum began to fill her throbbing pussy, she felt her body surrender to the pleasure.

  Her body shook and bucked on his cock, her pussy milking the cum from his dick, as blinding white pleasure filled her vision and a flood of bliss filled her from head to toe. She could hear someone screaming in pleasure, and realized that it was her own voice, that she was howling out her ecstasy like a wild animal in heat, the sensation of his cum slamming into her womb driving her further and further into her climax.

  When Rig pulled out, leaving a trail of cum behind on her thighs and ass, she fell forward onto her knees, her body no longer able to support itself. Panting, she let her head roll back on her neck, her body still shaking with pleasure. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she wasn’t finished yet; Rig, zipping himself up behind her, spoke to his men.

  “She’s tight as shit,” he said as Trick and Cash came forward, both of them now unzipped and their cocks erect and firm in their hands. “Don’t know about her mouth, though…”

  “I don’t mind testin’ it out,” Cash said, a grin on his face that made Tina’s heart race. Wide-eyed, she watched as Cash positioned himself in front of her, grabbing her hair to keep her head level with his cock. Trick walked behind her and grunted as he knelt down; the two men seemed to share a glance as they positioned her, but finally she was push-pulled onto her hands and knees, with Cash kneeling in front of her and Trick behind her.

  The thought of fucking them both at the same time re-ignited the spark of arousal inside her, and when she leaned forward to take Cash’s cock into her mouth, she felt flames licking her face. Cash groaned as she began to suck the head of his cock. It didn’t seem as big as Rig’s, but she would need to take her time before she could fit it all into her mouth, and as she began to lap and suckle on him she felt Trick enter her from behind, making her moan.

  The vibrations of her pleasure against Cash’s cock seemed to please him, and he grabbed the back of her head, pushing her further onto his cock. A briny drip of pre-cum slid from the tip of his cock to the back of her throat, and the musky taste aroused her further, made her hunger for more.

  She almost stopped sucking, though, when Trick began to slide in and out of her, slowly, his own cock fatter than Rig’s but not as long. Cash growled and held tighter to her hair, encouraging her to continue sucking his cock even as her body responded to Trick behind her. Trick’s hands came around and grabbed her generous breasts, kneading each one in his large palms.

  Tina was finding it hard to concentrate on both men at the same time, but when Cash took her head in both hands and held her tightly, she felt the burden relieved. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, just as Trick was thrusting in and out of her pussy, the two men developing a sort of rhythm that left Tina pinned between them, filled at both ends as Trick teased her nipples and stretched her once-virgin slit to its limits.

  As Cash abused her throat, she tried to lick at every inch of his cock, loving the taste of him and the obvious pleasure he took from her warm, wet mouth. Heat built in her limbs, her body primed for pleasure after Rig’s treatment of her, and soon she felt that same tornado of pressure building inside her. She looked up at Cash, her eyes watering slightly, as he impaled her on his cock, her pleasure at sucking him driving him faster and faster into her raw throat.

  Behind her, Trick was increasing his pace, too, and she knew that soon both men would be emptying inside her. The thought of taking all their cum into her body, into her throat and her womb, was so dirty that she began to shake.

  Cumslut, she thought, a word she’d heard before but never really understood. Was that what she was, now? Just a body to be used by the club, eager to suck and fuck and cum on every dick in sight? She didn’t really think that was true, but the idea of it was so damn hot that the pressure in her stomach exploded, and as Cash growled his own release, filling her throat with his cum, she was lost to her second climax, her body stiff and shaking as electric pleasure snapped at her nerves.

  Trick slammed himself into her, burying his cock deep inside her pussy, and released his own load as her pussy clenched around him, the feeling of satisfaction so deep and pure that Tina pressed herself back, driving Trick deeper as she swallowed Cash’s cum one burst at a time. Her thighs shook and buckled, her elbows giving up the ghost, and the last of Cash’s cum landed across her nose as she fell away from him, leaning her whole weight against Trick’s lap as he burst deep inside her once more.

  Tina purred as she slumped away from Trick, his cock wilting as it drew away from her slit. Cash was panting as he rose in front of her, zipping his jeans up, and Trick grabbed her by the arms to help her stand as Rig nodded approvingly at her and handed her the dress.

  “I reckon that’s good enough proof we can trust you,” he said with a grin. Tina blushed as she dressed, barely able to believe what she’d let them do…and that she’d enjoyed it so much. She was grateful for the birth control she’d been on since she was 16, when she’d had such bad cramps that she’d begged her father to let her go on the pill to help them.

  Was this going to be her fate from now on? Just a sex doll to be used by the club? She remembered why she’d come there in the first place and knew that she would make the best of it, if it turned out that was her fate.

  “So, what did you have in mind, anyway, in terms of work?” Rig asked as he sat on the sofa, flanked by Trick and Cash. Tina’s eyebrows rose; they were actually going to let her do a real job?

  “I…I mean, anything, really,” she said, slumping into the armchair across from the sofa. A moment of silence passed between them all, and Tina squirmed slightly, worried about getting cum stains in the chair. “I mean…I kind of thought, after this, you might make me be…be like…”

  “Club whore?” Rig asked, a smile playing on his lips. “Nah. We ain’t like that. And I wouldn’t want to share you with anyone but my right-hand men, anyway. This was just a test, Tina. To make sure you could be trusted.”

  “Oh,” Tina said, both relieved and somehow disappointed at the same time. Did that mean she wouldn’t get to do…that again? Because even though it made her feel a little dirty…she had to admit she liked it. A lot. “Well…thanks…”

  “Of course, anytime you want to give a repeat performance, I don’t think any of us will say no,” Rig said with a wink before standing and offering her a hand. She took it and let him pull her to her feet, returning his smile.

  “Come on, I had one of the old lady’s make you up a room. If you’re gonna live here, and we’re gonna protect you, I’ll expect you to give your fair share of cleaning and cooking and stuff…”

  As Tina followed Rig, with one last glance back at Trick and Cash, who smirked back at her knowingly, making a blush rise on her cheeks again, she thought about her new life, her new future. Cooking and cleaning? Hell, she’d lick the floors if it saved her from marrying Curly. And then there would be other benefits, too. Like having three men at her beck and call whenever she felt like scratching that itch. That was a benefit, no matter which way she looked at it. She smiled up at Rig as he led her down the hall.

  Yeah, I think I’ll be happy here, she thought, imagining what new forms of pleasure this man – and his cohorts – could introduce her to. She had a feeling the opportunities were limitless. It was a good thing, then, that her passion seemed limitless, too.

  THIRSTY FOR THE NEW GUY

  1

  It was no use; complaining, I mean. My husband was tired…too tired to give me a ride to work, too tired to play with the children too tired to s
crew me. As I walked to the bus stop on this sweltering summer morning, I resolved to buy myself a sex toy and hire a babysitter more often so I could go out and enjoy my life .

  I looked at my watch to see the gold anniversary present reading ten past seven. I was late again. I placated myself with my mantra, ‘it was no use complaining,’ as I settled on the almost empty bench to wait for the bus. A running woman, who was evidently later than me, alerted me to the fact that the bus was on its way. As I rose from my position on the bench, the running woman pushed past me deciding that her running should be rewarded with the prize of entering the bus first. “More power to you, sister,” I thought as I moved out of the way. At least you have control over something in your life. I, on the other hand, felt defeated; especially after last night’s failed attempts to revive my love life.

  As I took the only available seat next to a large man in a red T-shirt, I couldn’t help but remember how my night had transpired.

  The package arrived late in the evening in a small pink box. I took it upstairs and locked the door even though I was at home alone. I got excited as I cut the small plastic closures with my nails, anticipating what awaited me inside. Out poured a gorgeous satin two-piece negligee, a boy short trimmed with lace and an equally luxurious bra. It was red and the lace was black. The sound of car doors slamming brought me back to present and I stuffed everything into the secret section of the closet.

  My daughters came through the door first, full of energy like any typical seven and nine-year-old. My husband followed; distracted by the phone conversation he was having about a football game on his cell. As he continued to speak it was apparent that he would be going out. Trying to conceal my disappointment, I focused on making his favorite dinner; Chicken Alfredo. As he kissed the girls on the head, he sent a wink in my direction and said he would be back before midnight. With the swing of the car engine he was gone.

  I waited, but as the witching hour rolled around I decided not to waste my enticing outfit and makeup. Sending semi naked pictures to your husband was sure to bring him home.

  12:45 am Message sent

  12:50 am Message read

  1:00 am No response

  Deciding I must be very ugly, I looked down at my figure in the little fabric I was wearing and took stock of my body. My breasts were closer to my belly button than in former years and my stretch marks from childbirth were visible. I didn’t have any wrinkles on my face or neck yet, but my twenty-year-old features were definitely gone.

  Yep… I was ugly

  I was accustomed to falling asleep alone and it seemed that tonight would be no different.

  I took out my compact to apply my lipstick and Mr. Red T-shirt stared as though he had never seen a female perform this ritual. Today’s color was purple; I had seen enough red for a while. My full lips took up most of the small looking glass, but in the top left corner, I saw him… he was the type that made you look twice and then look again.

  Coffee beans, that’s what he reminded me of, skin so dark and smooth that it shone like polished brass. He wasn’t handsome but he wasn’t ugly either…there was just something about him that held your eyes captive. He wore sunglasses that prevented me from seeing his eyes and I concluded that he was mysterious. Maybe that was what drew me to notice him in the first place. His phone rang and his large hand guided it towards his ear. His fingers were long I observed…interesting.

  Suddenly I realized that my lipstick application was taking way too long and that two coats were enough. As I snapped the compact shut, Mr. Red T-shirt jumped as though he was under hypnosis. I glared at him and he cleared his throat. He decided to look ahead while I looked back to Mr. Coffee bean.

  My stop was approaching and I got up as not to waste any time. Before I could step off from my position, the T-shirt guy slipped a note into my hand, I assumed it was his number and I let it fall conveniently back into the seat I had made vacant. I drink coffee every morning from the little shop next to my workplace. Today I ordered a large one topped with chocolate sprinkles.

  Sipping my coffee as I went, I pushed the glass door to the call center on the third floor of the aging building. I was met with my typical daily sight; gray walls and a whole lot of underemployed people who used to have dreams.

  I was stationed at the back of the large room, not because I hid from work but because I was the Quality Assurance Officer and needed quiet to analyze the constant calls. I placed my purse on the vacant chair in my space and plunked down to get comfortable. The first order of the day was to log on for my duties.

  I was on to my second task of the day when my email alerted me that I had a new message. My Boss, Mr. Toller, was giving me a whole new assignment and I wasn’t thrilled as the email populated the screen.

  “Good day Mrs. Evans,

  We at head office have been made aware of the increased demands on the QA staff (AKA me), and have made steps to remedy the situation.

  In our mandate for the Holiday season we have included an increase in QA quotas and to help you accomplish this new target, we have decided to add a new associate to your team.

  Renee Dawson has been selected to start with you today at 10:00 am. As you may know, we believe in hands on training and have every confidence that you will show our new staff member our polices and procedures while promoting our long standing company culture.

  We have sent over a salary adjustment to your supervisor, Mr. Riddley, to compensate for this additional duty. Please speak with him regarding any concerns you may have.

  Regards

  Mr.Toller

  Human Resources Manager

  The Magic Group, Inc.”

  I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples as I digested the contents of the email. I knew trainees equaled time and patience - two things I didn’t feel like giving at this moment. The only good thing about this was the extra money.

  My Clock was reading 10:45 am. Where the hell was this Renee Dawson? Being late was already an example of the stress I would have to endure for the next few months and I was already frustrated. I hoped she didn’t have a poor attitude along with her tardiness.

  I made my way to the reception area grumbling at the lack of professionalism already showing from this woman. I was annoyed. Linda, the receptionist, rose to her feet before I got to her desk and started speaking a little too loudly.

  “Hello Mrs. Evans, I was just about to call your extension. The trainee is here, he just arrived!”

  “He?! The email said Renee!”

  As I got to the desk, I snatched the file from her outstretched hand and yanked it open. A deep voice interrupted my frustrated thoughts.

  “Good Morning Ma’am. I’m so sorry to be late, but I missed my stop and had to wait to get another bus back here.”

  My head jerked around to see five long fingers outstretched before a torso that was at eye level. My eyes travelled upwards to a familiar face. This time there was no mystery, just brown eyes illuminated by bright white teeth. It was Mr. Coffee. As soon as I could gather my scattered thoughts and manners, I shook the large hand but decided not to return the smile.

  “Please follow me, Mr. Dawson.”

  And with that I left the reception area, dropping a quick thank you to Linda. I was determined to maintain my pretense of my annoyance. Being vertically challenged impeded my ability to create any real distance between the coffee man and myself. Why oh why would God punish me by making me work with him? And why oh why was I conscious of the heat that was emanating from the 5 inches of walking space I was trying to create between us?

  I moved my purse from the extra chair in my secluded space. I quickly realized that I would have to take the corner seat as his almost seven-foot frame would not fit where I had intended.

  Deciding to defrost the atmosphere, I smiled and made a silly comment about his height and small spaces. I could see he was confused by the sudden mood change and a smile and nod was all I would receive as a response. Maybe it was time to reintroduce myself.<
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  “Well, like I said, I’m Mrs. Evans and I’m the QA associate here. I’ve held this position for three years. What we do here is pretty basic and straightforward. Once you are trained on the details, you will succeed.” I rattled off the duties and procedures as he nodded and made intelligent sounds.

  Because I knew I was boring him, I asked him to tell me a little about himself. Renee, as he asked to be called, used to manage a group of book stores and as the technological age entered, his boss refused change with the times. The sales slowed down and eventually the owner closed the business.

  This was his first job opportunity in four months and it came just in time as he had been given notice at his place. He was adamant that the Lord answers prayer and this job was proof of that.

  “Fair enough,” I said, not wanting to become too involved and personal with a stranger. He excused himself to go the washroom and I caught myself staring at his crotch as he got up from our cramped space. I had to council myself, “get you mind out of the gutter,” and I rebuked the thought. “I have a husband at home…albeit one who doesn’t screw me…”

  A vibrating sound coming from my purse under the desk alerted the text message on my cell phone. It was Amanda, my best friend of over a decade.

  “I haven’t heard from you all day. How did last night go with your husband?”

  “Hey, I’m good. Let’s not discuss last night’s epic failure.”

  “Haha. I told you to buy a toy. It works for me!”

  “Maybe I will. I’m training this brother today. I’m having not so clean thoughts. Damn, I haven’t been this close to a man in a long time.”

  “Chick you’re crazy. Buy a toy!”

  “I said I would consider it! I gotta go. Ttyl.”

  “Lol. Bye!”

  I replaced the phone in my purse and tucked it away as he arrived back at the desk.

  “I thought you said no cell phones at work?”