Slap and Swallow: An MFM Romance

by Angela Blake

  Pop!

  Victor suddenly pulled out and when he did I gasped for air and began to bark and moan, “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

  “She’s loud,” Victor stated as he caressed my face with his manhood. “I like that.”

  “Dance for me,” Dick instructed as his hands steadied on my waist. He began to aid me, guiding my body as I went up and down and slid his cock through my flesh. “Dance for me and tell me you want us to fuck you.”

  “F-fuck me, ooh p-please fuck me!” I cried and moaned as my body jolted up and down on his shaft.

  That put a big smile on Dick’s face and he bit down on my right nipple. I howled but in ecstasy more so than in pain. I giggled and moaned even louder as he loudly sucked on my tits and I bounced my body even more vigorously in return.

  Victor wasn’t just going to let him have all the fun, however. “Let’s stake this cute little bitch.”

  What the hell did that mean?

  Dick slammed his cock in upward, tunneling his way in as deep as ever, and while I moaned and drooled in ecstasy he simply smiled at Victor and approved of the idea. Before I knew what was happening Victor lifted me off Dick and then threw me down on the floor.

  “Get on your knees,” he instructed as he gave my ass a loud slap. “Keep your ass up and your mouth open.”

  “Y-yes sir,” I replied and I even wiggled my behind, hoping it would please my new employers.

  “Good girl,” Victor said as he took position behind me. “Say you’re our baby girl.”

  “I-I’m your naughty girl,” I hesitated. I’ve never humiliated myself that way before, even with my ex-boyfriend.

  Dick wouldn’t accept that, however, as I was quick to learn. “Don’t be hard-headed. We’ll punish you if you are.”

  What kind of punishments? My mind raced as I tried to keep aware of what was going on. “I-I’m your baby girl, sir.”

  “Daddy,” Dick corrected me as he took position in front of me.

  “I’m your baby girl, daddies,” I told them both.

  Dick smiled and gave my face a soft slap, as if he was congratulating me somehow. “Good, now open up.”

  Without hesitation, I did open my mouth and in went his meat. This time, however, I was more prepared and I lavished at the way he dug his cock into me. I slobbered and sucked, licked and kissed his flesh lovingly and lustfully as he slid it in and out passed my lips.

  “Keep her quiet,” Victor told his friend as he grabbed my ass, squeezed with both his hands, and gently slid his cock through my pussy lips. I tried to moan and gasp and take it all in but Dick’s meat was still buried too deep in my throat. I could only stay silent as Victor tore through my flesh and tunneled through me with his monstrous, gigantic shaft.

  “She loves it,” Dick said. I looked up and saw he was looking down at me. “Keep your eyes open, and look at daddy.”

  I did as I was told. I kept my gaze up, looking at him with my big, puppy eyes as they slammed their cocks into me from both the front and behind. I guess this is what they meant when they said they were going to put me on a stake. I was the meal being pit roasted between their two cocks.

  Dick didn’t fuck my mouth the way Victor did. Instead, he simply burrowed his meat in deep into my throat and held it there until I was struggling to breathe. Only then did he slide out, giving me a second or two to cough and catch my breath, before he would fuck my throat one more time.

  As he did, Victor took full advantage from behind. Whereas Dick allowed me to take control of the pace when I was on his lap, Victor overpowered my body and he began to fuck me doggystyle like there was no tomorrow. My whole body shook and jolted with his fast rhythm and he never slowed down. He wasn’t one to make love; no, he was one to fuck.

  “Keep your mouth open,” Dick instructed me when he suddenly pulled out.

  I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. I’ve had sex enough times to know what he wanted. Dick began to stroke his cock so vigorously in front of me and soon enough he was spilling his seed all over my face and in my mouth. The hot shower of his cum was both shocking and a relief to me – it felt like I was being washed away into a new person. I could completely forget the life I drove away from.

  Victor suddenly thrust his cock in even deeper.

  “Ah, ah, ah, f-fuck, fuck, fuck me, ooh, oh my G-god!” I yelped and barked and I loved every second of it. “P-please, don’t stop, don’t s-stop ooh, fuck me more, daddy!”

  “She’s learning,” Dick told Victor but the latter was now concentrating solely on slamming his flesh deep into mine. It was like the whole world vanished at this point. There was nothing left but my pussy and his intent on reaching his climax.

  “Ass up, head down!” Victor yelled at me and I did as I was instructed. Dick slid down below and began to lick my nipples but my mind could only focus on how my new position made me feel Victor’s cock thrusting into me even more.

  I couldn’t control myself. My voice was getting so loud I worried that someone outside the office door or the elevator might hear us. Despite my concerns, I had no strength left in me to hold my voice in, even when I bit down on my lip and tried to keep silent.

  Victor was much rougher than Dick and I felt it now more than ever. He ravaged my pussy with his quick and jerky thrusts and he would squeeze or slap my ass just to make me yelp even louder, especially when I would bite down to keep silent.

  “Come on, come on, come on bitch,” he suddenly said as I felt him begin to peak. “Spread your pussy for me!”

  “Fuck me, daddy!” I yelled out just as I reached my own orgasm and I felt him explode inside me at the same time. His hot cum blew in me like a firework and I could feel how his oozing seed filled me inside. When he pulled out he was still dripping in cum and I could feel some of his cum ooze out of my pussy.

  I slumped down to the floor, exhausted and unsure of what to do next. I was filled with cum – their cum and my own – and I was covered in it and in my sweat.

  “She’s gorgeous,” Victor exclaimed as he spilled the rest of his seed on my ass and my back.

  “I know,” Dick replied. It was only then I noticed he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was seated on the couch, looking down at me. “We should keep her. I like her.”

  “Let’s just not hope she becomes another Alena Grace,” Victor said as he left me on the floor. I heard him walk down the office hall and to the bathroom. He emerged a few seconds later with a towel as well.

  Dick looked at me and smiled before he said, “You’re not going to betray us. You’ve just left an abusive relationship. We can promise you we will never hurt you. Just as you’ve experienced now, you will always be at the center of our attention. You will always be the one we want to fuck.”

  That somehow felt really reassuring. I liked the sound of that. Matt never said he wanted to fuck me. He never said he loved me. All he ever did was push me down, punch me and slap me until I pass out and it was only when I awoke would I find out I was naked and fucked, with his cum dry on my face or my legs.

  Odd as it was, I felt more loved here with these two strangers that I just met than I ever felt with my own ex-boyfriend, who I lived with for years.

  “T-thank you, daddies,” I told them both. I smiled and closed my eyes. I guessed they would take care of me. For now, however, I just wanted to shut my eyes and get some rest. It’s been a tiring week and after doing something as crazy as this I just wanted to get some sleep.

  Chapter Five

  When I woke up I was still in the office reception room. They lay me down on one of the sofas and when I slowly sat up I realized they had bathed me and dressed me in a fancy bathing robe. It had an “Alena” tag on it so I knew it must have been hers, at least before she left them.

  “Hello?” I called out. I waited a few seconds but no one replied. “Hello?”

  No one seemed to hear me. I got up, got dressed and looked around, first peeking into the two main offices
down the hall. Neither Richard nor Victor was there. Where did they go?

  It wasn’t until I opened the fridge to get a bottle of beer or at least some water did I see the small note posted on the fridge door.

  “We’re downstairs in the conference room,” the note read. “Just take the elevator to the 55th floor and head down the hall to a room marked ‘Conference A’ and ask for Janette. She’ll guide you from there on.”

  Wait a minute, were they expecting me to just get down to work right after they both fucked me like that? I didn’t even know how my job went. I didn’t get to tour the facility and the other parts of the office or the building and I definitely didn’t have something appropriate to wear.

  Fortunately, they also posted their phone numbers.

  “What the fuck do I wear?” I texted the same message to them both. As I waited for a reply I figured I could waste time munching down whatever there was in the refrigerator. I must have had the best luck in the world, however, because I found a plethora of delicious meals ready to be heated in the microwave.

  I settled for a few pizza bars, some nachos with really good salsa and leftover fried chicken. I was already halfway through my meal when my phone buzzed.

  “Check through my office,” Dick replied. “There’s a big walk-in closet behind my desk. Just go in and look for something to wear. White would be a nice choice. They’re Alena’s clothes but we’re sure you’ll just as fine in them.”

  Ugh, first they made me her replacement as the official “office candy” and now they want me to wear her clothes. I guess it was just a matter of time before they too offered to record videos of me having sex with them.

  That wasn’t really a bad idea though. In fact, it kind of sounded hot. Of course, I’ve never tried doing something like that before. It did make me feel like a really hot and desirable catch.

  Well, what was there to lose? I finished eating and hopped into the closet to pick something to wear. That was when I discovered that Alena really had good taste in colors and strong fashion sense. Almost everything in her closet fit me – I guess it helped that we were both petite little girls – and none of her choices were horrendous or uncomfortable. I could imagine myself buying these at the mall or something.

  In the end, I settled for a white, body-fit mini-dress and a black vest coat to go over it. Fortunately, Alena also left some office shoes and while they were about a half inch bigger than my size I could still use them comfortably.

  To finish my outfit I put on some nice, red lipstick and some blush and powder on my face. When ready, I took a deep breath and walked out of the office and headed straight to the elevator.

  ***

  As soon as I got off the elevator and into the 55th floor I was greeted by dozens, if not hundreds, of employees. They all looked at me with big smiles and some even shook my hand, congratulating me on my recent position.

  “Good day ma’am, would you like some coffee?” one girl asked right as she walked up to me and greeted me with a smile and a handshake. “Oh, I’m Marissa Claire, I’m the manager for the Human Resources Department.”

  “Oh, I uhh…” I had no idea what to say. “S-sure, I’ll take it black with one teaspoon of sugar.”

  Marissa smiled and beamed out of my way to make me a cup. Everyone else just smiled, shook my hand and walked me to the conference room. It was so surreal and yet I had to wonder how they all knew I was working for Dick and Victor. How did they know what position I was hired for?

  As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know what kind of company this was! All this time I accepted the offer, signed the contract, fucked my bosses and wore their former employee’s clothing but I still didn’t know what kind of business this company dealt in. Was it a stock company or an insurance company or a media company? I absolutely had no idea. What if this was some kind of porn industry thing?

  Well, Dick did promise it wasn’t pornography although having sex with him and Victor kind of spoiled me to the point where it didn’t matter if this job involved sex or not.

  This was it. I was in front of the door for Conference Room A. “Just go in and fucking do whatever,” I told myself.

  I took a deep breath and opened the door.

  I was immediately greeted by a room of over 20 people seated at a long conference table. Victor was at one end and Dick was at the other. They were both listening to a young man giving a presentation using a projector.

  “Ah, here she is now,” Dick suddenly said to break the silence. He stood and up walked over to me until he stood behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and explained to the group, “This is Selena Marie Ohlsson, a model from New York. She’s my new executive assistant and will also be working hand-in-hand with Mr. Victor Gordon over there.”

  The whole group applauded and Dick then escorted me to a seat right beside his. With a simple hand cue, the young man in front continued on with his presentation. I took a moment to listen and discovered he was proposing a new line of female clothing.

  I then leaned over to Dick and whispered, “I never got to ask but what kind of company do you guys run?”

  “Women’s apparel,” he answered. He then took a quick glance at me, smiled and then said, “Nice outfit, by the way. Alena never looked this good.”

  I blushed and giggled. “Fuck you. What’s this whole thing going on here?”

  Dick pointed at the guy giving the presentation. “Mr. Johnston here is one of our lead designers and he’s trying to convince us on this new dress he drew up. To be honest, it looks good to me but I’m a guy, I could be wrong.”

  I frowned and realized what was wrong, “How did you and Victor start this kind of business? I’d think two guys like you would do a porn thing or maybe a law office or a manly business.”

  For a few seconds, Dick seemed a little melancholic. There was a sudden sadness that blotted the usual liveliness in his eyes. “I’ll explain all that later. What do you think of the design Johnston’s proposing though?”

  I looked at it for one second and shook my head. “Not going to work.”

  “Tell him,” Dick said and he raised his hand. Immediately the presentation was stopped.

  “Y-yes sir?” Johnston mumbled.

  “Ms. Ohlsson here disagrees with your design,” Dick explained. “Let’s hear her explain why.”

  Oh fuck me. I never finished college. I ended up giving one of my professors a blowjob just to let him give me a passing mark so I could stay in school for one more semester and didn’t have to go back to waiting tables. I even struggled through high school. All I was good at was modeling… but then again, for this kind of work, I think I could use that background to my advantage.

  Well, it was too late to back out now. I didn’t stand from my seat and tried to look as badass as possible and simply used my finger to point at the images on the presentation.

  “This can only work if you’re assuming women don’t like comfort,” I explained out loud. “You’re trying to sell us on a summer dress but it doesn’t look comfortable at all and it doesn’t look like a summer dress. When women think of summer we think of the beach and of the sun on our skin. Remove the short sleeves. A sleeveless summer dress is more comfortable and it works well with a wide brim hat. You want bright orange but no one wears bright orange. That’s an autumn color anyway so lose it. Go with white since it bounces the heat off. If you want the orange then toss in some leaf designs but make sure to add variety, like different shades of orange, brown and red. However, let the plain white still shine.”

  “I like that,” Victor complimented my statements. “I think we have been approaching this all wrong. Ms. Ohlsson’s changes might make this line of apparel more appealing for our target demographic.”

  Mr. Johnston looked at me and then at his presentation. He thought about it long and hard while the others in the conference mumbled and discussed what we both had to say.

  “You know what, I think you’re right
Ms. Ohlsson,” he finally said. “Could you write that all up and send it to me by tomorrow so we can implement the changes?”

  I gave him a smile and a nod. It was at that point I finally felt some pride and a sense of accomplishment. For the first time in my life I spoke out and I was right. I actually influenced the decisions of a major company – and it was a women’s clothing company too!

  “Would it be appropriate to ask Ms. Ohlsson to model for the dress as well?” one of the other conference members asked, an elderly woman about twice my age. She, for a person her age, was very well dressed and looked both sharp and witty.

  Dick and Victor both looked at me as if it was in my hands to make the decision.

  “Oh I, uh… I’m n-not…” I stuttered out of nervousness. I had to bite that out of me. “Sure, I can model it as well.”

  The whole room once again applauded but this time it wasn’t just because I was being introduced. They applauded because I mattered.

  “However, if I’m going to model for these then I want my choice of photographer and I want an overview of the marketing structure you’re approaching for this lineup.”

  “No problem,” Johnston replied. “I can give you all the necessary paperwork and I’ll introduce you to the marketing lead this afternoon if you’d like.”

  I simply nodded in approval. I liked having to nod in approval. I felt powerful for once.

  “Let’s move on then to item number 12,” Victor then instructed and Mr. Johnston showcased the next design for the lineup.

  Dick leaned over to me and whispered, “Good job. I told you this was a perfect job for you.”

  “I thought my job just involved writing your notes and sucking your cock,” I replied back, maybe a little more sarcastically than intended.

  He just chuckled and said, “Well, that’s included.”