Just Another Day at the Office (7 page)

Sure enough, the rabbit did its job. Once he’d worked the plug deep enough that the widest part was flush with her hole and about to disappear inside, both of her legs were twitching beneath his thigh—as sure a sign as any, he’d quickly discovered, that she was on the verge of orgasm.

He moved it in and out, tiny little movements, just enough to drive her crazy. When she tossed her head back and screamed into her gag, he pressed the plug home and let the base snuggle into her ass cheeks before turning the vibrator onto a three setting and leaving it buzzing in her ass.

Then he rubbed his hands all over her backside, warming her cheeks up to prepare her for what was to come. She pressed her cheeks back toward his hands, seeking more of his touch as she came down from her latest climax.

“That’s right,” he murmured, encouraging her. “Good girl.” Before she could get too comfortable, he pulled back his right arm and brought it down against her cheek.

Chelsea shrieked and jumped, though he hadn’t struck her hard enough to cause any real pain. It had just taken her by surprise.

Still, her skin turned a lovely shade of pink in the shape of his hand. If it were possible, he got a little harder at the sight.

After a few seconds passed, he wound up for another blow, this time focusing the brunt of it on her opposite cheek. She jumped again, and wiggled her legs, trying to get free. Jayson tightened his leg over her and let his hand rub over her tender flesh.

Every two strikes, he increased his pressure slightly. When the whole of her bottom was red and hot and angry-looking, and her squeals of shock had turned to shouts of pain and then whimpers of desire, he stopped spanking her and slid three fingers into her very wet opening.

Chelsea ground her hips back, moaning at the contact.

He frigged her hard and fast, and within seconds she climaxed again, writhing around on his lap. As soon as her orgasm started, he picked up his spanking anew. Her legs didn’t stop twitching beneath him for a good, long while—the pain had extended her orgasm, it seemed. When they did, he stopped spanking her again.

Her blonde hair was matted to her forehead from her exertions. He brushed her bangs back and kissed her there, and then released his hold on her legs.

She didn’t move or try to escape him. She just lay there draped across him, trying to catch her breath while his erection pressed up into her belly. He doubted she’d ever been spanked quite like that in her life.

He definitely hadn’t intended to let it go on so long, but she’d gotten so into it he didn’t have the heart to stop himself. Still, that was probably enough work on her ass for the day, other than the plugs. The spanking horse would have to wait for another day.

Fucking her damn sure wouldn’t, though. Jayson moved her over slightly, enough that he could get his cock free from his pants. Reaching over to his toy table, he selected a condom and rolled it onto himself. “Chelsea, sit up,” he said. He lifted her beneath the arms and turned her, until she was facing the big screen just like he was.

She was with it enough that she could keep herself upright. That was all he required.

Jayson put his hands on her thighs and pulled them up and out, draping her knees over the armrests of his chair. Then he lifted her onto his cock and pushed her hips down.

She mumbled something into her gag and her head lolled back.

Before he started moving inside her, he ripped the blindfold off and turned his TV to an Anal Adventures porn channel.

Somehow, each orgasm Chelsea had seemed more intense than the last. And how the fuck did having this sick bastard spanking her like that make her come? She would never in a million years understand it.

Her ass stung like a thousand angry fire ants had bitten her, and her butthole was stretched and filled way too far and it hurt like the dickens, and yet she couldn’t get enough. Even now, he’d pulled her onto his cock and was thrusting up into her, bumping the base of her butt plug with each hard smack and causing her more pain as his pelvic bone slammed against her way too sore bum, and yet she could feel another orgasm building.

The butt sex on the big screen before her wasn’t helping matters any. The chick was getting reamed by not one but two massive dicks, both of them deep in her nether hole at the same time somehow, and was squealing like it was the best thing ever.

For some odd reason, Chelsea was starting to think it just might be.

And that was even more messed up than anything.

Jayson picked up the tiny, little vibrator he’d used on her before and pressed it against her clit, somehow clipping it into place. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the gag was still making any sort of argument impossible. All she could do was moan her displeasure.

“What’s that? You want me to fuck you harder?”

He pinched both of her tits like he’d done yesterday in the elevator, twisting them until she thought they were going to pop off, and forced his hips up faster, harder, higher, pistoning his cock into her with wild abandon.

That was it. She gurgled into her gag with her head tossed back against his shoulder. Her legs twitched so hard that her feet cramped into a crazy position within her shoes.

The last thing she remembered was watching the porn chick reach a screaming climax with two massive dicks in her ass.

When Chelsea came to again, once again she couldn’t see a thing. Her upper body…arms, head, torso, hips…was all belted in place to some table-like contraption, and her legs were up in the air, spread crazy wide, and bent back, held in place by ropes at her knees and ankles. Her ass hung off the edge, completely open for anyone to do anything.

It didn’t end there. Something was fucking her.

Something and not someone, because it was definitely a dildo of some sort—hard and impersonal, and not warm. The in and out, in and out, in and out motion of it was too smooth to be human, too. Too perfectly timed.

She still couldn’t ask what was happening, or cuss Jayson out for what he was doing to her though, because there was still a gag in her mouth. Granted, it was a different sort of gag. A big, steel ring keeping her teeth separated with some curved bar things coming out the sides, kind of like spider legs. For some reason, she suspected this gag had little to do with keeping her quiet and more to do with something else.

Chelsea tried to shift slightly, but only succeeded in changing the angle of the dildo thrusting in and out of her sex in such a way that it was now pressing more fully against the plug in her butt. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was an even bigger plug than before. Had he moved her up to the biggest one already? She let out a moan—of pain, of pleasure, of discomfort, of need—she didn’t really know which, any more.

“Back with us, are you?” Jayson’s voice came from somewhere to her left.

She tried to turn her head in his direction, forgetting that it was belted into place. It didn’t matter, though. Within just a second, he was right beside her, and his hot mouth came down over her breast. He licked and sucked and nibbled, and she tried to squirm, though she didn’t know if she was squirming to get closer or squirming to get away from his onslaught.

Then another mouth came down on her right breast. Chelsea screamed, and a stream of drool started free flowing down her cheek. Who the hell else was there, touching her? Was Jayson going to let this guy fuck her? She couldn’t see, she couldn’t move a freaking inch, she couldn’t voice a complaint—she was absolutely, totally at their mercy. Tears stung behind her eyes, not that it mattered. They wouldn’t see them behind her blindfold, and she doubted they’d stop even if they could see.

Jayson’s hand, or at least she was assuming it was his, moved down and he rubbed his finger on her hyper-sensitive clit. They both kept suckling, nibbling, laving at her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples that were so sore from the lace scratching over them all morning. They kept at it until every little touch sent another cry to her lips and her legs and feet started twitching against the ropes holding her in place.

Then they stopped, just before her climax struck. She cried out even louder from the loss.

The machine that had been fucking her stopped, and the dildo was pulled away. She felt hands by her head and neck, fumbling with something. Then whatever her head was strapped to fell backwards, pulling her neck back. It was repositioned slightly, and then locked into place, even as she felt a cock replacing the dildo in her sex. A real one, this time, hot and human. Strong hands gripped her thighs, somehow pressing them wider even as they provided leverage for the cock stroking in and out of her at a frantic pace, stretching her painfully and pounding home against her g-spot.

She’d barely begun to adjust to the size of him when the man at her head pressed the head of his cock through the ring between her teeth. He didn’t stop until he hit her gag reflex, and then withdrew momentarily before sliding in deeper. The salty, musky taste of his precum was different than Jayson’s, stronger, more abrasive. It coated as he took up a fucking rhythm, forcing his way into her throat as Jayson had done yesterday. She gurgled and gagged, but it didn’t matter. He held onto her ears, not that he needed to keep her still—the bindings were doing that well enough on their own. Chelsea imagined he was only doing it for leverage, much like Jayson was in her pussy.

At least it was Jayson down there. It was bad enough being force fed a stranger’s dick as he shoved in all the way to his balls. She couldn’t imagine the idea of having a complete stranger inside her sex.

Except…she had that very thing only a few hours ago. The cowboy in the Hummer. Christ, she was becoming such a slut.

They kept rutting her, and the room was filled with grunts and gurgles, wet slapping sounds, and the almost suction-like noises coming from her pussy. She was so damn wet, she couldn’t even come close to convincing someone she wasn’t enjoying every moment of this. Somehow, even the way the stranger with his cock down her throat was manhandling her turned her on.

Jayson’s thrusts picked up in intensity, and each stroke slammed against the plug in her ass. She cried out, but her distress went unheeded. The man face fucking her pressed in as far as he could go and held her there, unable to breathe.

Something landed upon her breast, sharp and stinging. Chelsea jumped in surprise and screamed over the dick deep in her throat. Finally, he pulled out again just as the stinging landed on her other breast.

The hands down below kneaded her thighs and vulva, moving closer to her abused clit, and the hands at her head held her tighter as he resumed an in and out, in and out motion, and still, the blows kept raining down over her chest, gradually increasing in intensity.

Oh, hell. That was too many hands. There had to be at least three men involved in everything that was happening to her. Chelsea fought back her useless tears, overwhelmed by the layers of sensation taking over her body.

Despite all of the pain and humiliation, or maybe because of it, after a few minutes her legs started twitching again. It was so confusing how something so degrading, something so painful and humiliating, could be such a turn-on. But confusing or not, a series of short, desperate moans came from her as she moved ever closer to another orgasm.

“That’s right, baby.” Jayson’s voice, from the side. He was the one whipping her with some sort of flogger. Sick bastard. “You love having big cocks filling you. You love having all your fuck holes filled at once. You get off on having strange men fucking you and getting flogged and spanked and tied down where you can’t move.”

Through it all, her body burst into flames and tightened with a series of tingles, and she crept closer to proving him right despite herself.

The pussy fucker’s sac tightened and he tensed, forcing himself deep inside her and up against her g-spot as he blew his load, and that was the final straw. Chelsea exploded around him with a guttural scream, which triggered the cock in her throat to blow as well, filling her mouth with his pungent cum.

Still, Jayson kept whipping her tits, over and over and over again, which only somehow prolonged her orgasm like he had done earlier with spanking her. “Good girl, Chelsea. Come hard for me.”