Authors: Lisette Ashton
Poppy heard herself gasp. She was staring at his cock with wide-eyed surprise, not sure what she should be doing. She knew exactly what was expected of her now and, although she harboured so many reservations, her overriding instinct was to kneel down and do exactly as Arthur Knight had asked.
It was not that she particularly wanted to suck his cock, or that she found the idea extremely exciting. In all honesty, she considered Arthur Knight to be a repugnant, self-seeking bastard, as sexually exciting as furniture polish. However, she desperately wanted her fortnight’s holiday and, if this was the only way of acquiring it, she was determined to do as he asked.
She glanced into his face, desperately searching for a trace of compassion that would allow her to escape the office without having to suffer this indignity. Even before she had looked at him, Poppy knew it would be a fruitless search.
Arthur licked his parched lips as he stared at her. His hand openly massaged his fat, pink length as he shifted his gaze from her face to the front of her long, baggy jumper. ‘Get your titties out before you suck me,’ Arthur told her, sliding his first idly over the tip of his cock. ‘I’ve always wondered what your titties look like.’
Poppy risked a nervous glance at his face. ‘Could I still go on my holiday if I didn’t do this?’
He shrugged. ‘I couldn’t stop you from going really,’ he said with infuriating self-confidence. ‘But I promise you now, you wouldn’t have a job to come back to.’
Those words were enough for Poppy.
Jobs were difficult enough to come by at the best of times and things were currently moving slowly in the legal world. Since the cock-up with the Meadows case, she had made regular enquiries with local employment agencies. The response she had received left Poppy feeling trapped and cold. While she did not particularly like her job with Knight & Knight, she had to admit that it provided a regular income. Arthur’s threat of unemployment was all the impetus she needed to do his bidding.
She lowered herself to her knees and moved her head over his lap. Staring at his exposed cock in such close proximity, she could smell the scent of his excitement.
She had not been expecting to feel any arousal herself, but the act of kneeling seemed to have tickled some subconscious erogenous zone. A nervous thrill caused a ripple of gooseflesh to prickle her forearms. She reached a tentative hand forward and felt the warm pulse of his cock against the tips of her fingers.
Arthur Knight’s hand was suddenly in her hair and she felt her head being tugged roughly backward. She stared up at him with a helpless expression as she wondered what she had done wrong.
‘I told you to get your titties out,’ Arthur reminded her. ‘Get ’em out,’ he growled. As his excitement mounted, she realised the subtle inflection of his Northern accent was becoming more pronounced.
‘But I –’ Poppy began, trying to find the words to tell him that her breasts were not worth looking at.
Arthur did not allow her to finish. ‘I want my dick sucking and I want to see your titties,’ he said flatly. ‘Anything less, and you’ll be getting a damned sight longer than a fortnight away from here.’
Shuddering, Poppy moved her gaze away from his. She crossed her arms over her chest and reached for the sides of her jumper. In one casual motion, she had pulled the garment off. She wore no bra and revealed herself to him topless. The orbs of her breasts swayed provocatively as she straightened up and glanced at him. She did not know if it was her imagination, coincidence, or something else, but, as she removed her top, Arthur’s cock seemed to twitch more excitedly than before.
He moved forward in his chair, his fingers eagerly reaching for the dark-brown tips of her breasts. Deciding she had already gone so far, and there was no point being prudish at such a late stage, Poppy allowed him to touch her. She tried to ignore the sparkle of pleasure inspired by his rough, careless fingers, unhappy with the thought of enjoying herself under these circumstances. Nevertheless, a whisper of excitement touched her and she could feel herself being drawn by the heady impulse to indulge her awakening appetite.
‘I always wondered what you had under that scraggy bloody jumper,’ he growled, tugging her towards him.
Poppy gasped as he took in his arms, not sure what he intended to do with her now. He moved his mouth over her breasts and took a dark-brown nipple between his lips. The thrill was far greater than she had expected. She released a soft sigh of contentment, suddenly enjoying herself. The whirlpool of her emotions span faster as Arthur teased the sensitive tip with his teeth, playfully biting at the erect pearl of flesh. With his free hand, he squeezed her other nipple between rough, callused fingers, pinching her so painfully that she began to shiver with mounting delight.
‘Now, suck it,’ he said, releasing her so suddenly it was like a push backward.
Poppy drew a heavy breath, torn between her arousal and her dissipating feeling of revulsion. Not wanting to torture herself with a moment’s more thought, she moved her mouth closer to his cock and pushed out her tongue.
Arthur Knight drew a heavy breath. His arms moved over her head and she expected to feel his fingers in her hair. Instead, she saw that he was reaching for the conference table and she suspected he was trying to steady himself, even though he was sitting down. She heard his fingers distantly brush against the intercom console on the conference table, and assumed he had simply caught it accidentally. For the moment there were more pressing matters on her mind.
She placed the tip of her tongue against the swollen end of his erection and drew a wet circle around the bulbous purple head. As soon as she touched the flesh, his cock seemed to leap away from the mouth. She glanced unhappily at him and reached out to hold the base of his length.
Arthur grinned down at her. ‘You’re doing fine down there, Poppy,’ he said loudly. ‘Now take it all in your mouth. You know you want to.’
Obediently, Poppy lowered her mouth over the end. She sucked gently, aware of the quickening pulse of his excitement throbbing against her tongue. She could feel the warmth of her own arousal beginning to spread between her legs and she wondered how her body could be capable of such a response. Arthur Knight was incapable of arousing her and she suspected it was only the intoxication of the moment. The bullying way that he had manoeuvred her into this position was reprehensible and she despised him for doing it to her. But she could not deny the mounting thrill that her submission had evoked. She knew that if she slid a hand between her own legs her pussy would be so hot it would scald her fingertips. Trying to brush that image from her mind, she lowered her mouth slowly down Arthur’s raging hard erection.
‘Good lass,’ he muttered, the words coming out in a dry grunt.
Poppy smiled dutifully around his cock, allowing her head to rise and fall. Her lips gripped wetly to his stiff rod and she stroked her tongue against the pulsating flesh inside her mouth. Each time she pushed her head down, she could feel the swollen end pressing at the back of her throat, threatening to climax.
That twitch of excitement was darkly inspirational. Each time she felt the pulse of Arthur’s nearness, she could feel her own climax edging nearer. The intensity of her own impending orgasm was so great she did not hear the door of the conference room opening.
‘You bastard!’
Poppy heard the voice and turned to see who had spoken. She glimpsed Derek Knight’s face, twisted into an expression that went somewhere between shock and lurid intrigue. Then Arthur was gently guiding her head back to his erection.
‘Carry on’ Poppy,’ Arthur said, kindly but firmly. ‘We don’t want to stop now, do we?’
Poppy felt like doing nothing but stopping. Her own arousal was quickly evaporating and the thought of having both partners of the law firm see her like this was more than just a little humiliating. But despite her own feelings, she continued to suck on Arthur’s length as he dealt with his brother.
‘How long has this been going on?’ she heard Derek demanding.
‘About five minutes,’ Arthur replied honestly. ‘I’ll be done soon if you want a go,’ he added calmly.
Poppy drew a sharp breath, as though she had been slapped. She tried to glare angrily up at Arthur but it was difficult because of her position. It was also difficult because his casual offer had refuelled the fading embers of her arousal. She listened intently, desperate to hear what Derek would say or do by way of response.
‘She’s got nice titties,’ Derek remarked absently.
‘She’s good at blowing,’ Arthur told him. Poppy could feel the tremor of each word vibrating in the end of his length.
‘What’s her chuff like?’
‘Why don’t you find out for yourself. I haven’t had a chance to look down there yet.
Poppy knew she should have felt outraged but her arousal was just too great. Neither of the men was particularly attractive or exciting but their casual abuse was intensely exhilarating. She had never considered herself to be anyone’s sexual plaything before today. The image that stared back from the mirror was disappointing and lacking in any sort of sex appeal. Yet here were two men talking about what they wanted to do with her and preparing to compare notes. Poppy could feel the pulse of her arousal beating louder than ever before. Her anticipation was so heated she expected to spontaneously combust at any moment.
She could hear Derek moving behind her before his hands caressed her buttocks through the coarse fabric of her skirt. He traced the shape of her arse, then allowed the tips of his fingers to follow the line of her panties where they pulled taut into the rounded swell of the cheeks.
She held her breath, still sucking hard on Arthur’s cock. She felt Derek’s fingers tug at her clothing, then wrench hard at it. There was the sound of fabric tearing and then the skirt was being pulled away from her. The coarse fibres seemed to caress her legs as the garment was dragged from her body.
Then Derek’s hands were caressing her backside again, this time unencumbered by the skirt. His fingers followed the same path as before, stroking along the edge of her panties where the elastic cut into her flesh.
Poppy drew a shivering breath, sucking harder on Arthur’s cock.
Casually, Derek slipped the tips of his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties.
Poppy shuddered. He had carelessly drawn his fingers against the boiling lips of her sex. The pleasure his touch inspired was so strong it was cataclysmic.
Both hands were beneath the panties now. His cool skin was pressed firmly against the warmth of her buttocks. With a sudden, unexpectedly rough gesture, she felt Derek tugging the panties away from her. His hands snatched and tore at the fabric. Each brutal movement was done without any thought for her and this only added to Poppy’s arousal. As he tried to tug the rent garment from her, she realised the gusset remained intact and was pressing with uncomfortable accuracy over the heated tip of her clitoris.
She moved her mouth away from Arthur’s cock for a moment, giving voice to a groan of dark, guttural satisfaction. It seemed unreal to be experiencing an orgasm so powerful and strong under these circumstances. Nevertheless, a satisfying explosion of pleasure coursed through her body.
With casual tug at her hair, Arthur guided her mouth back to his cock. ‘I’m close to coming, Poppy,’ he told her flatly. ‘You wouldn’t want to spoil your fortnight off by not drinking all of it, would you?’
There was something about his casual dominance over her that made her inner muscles clench hungrily. He had just instructed her to swallow his come and she had pliantly agreed. She did not know which part excited her the most: his arrogant control, or her own yielding submission. She did not have time to contemplate the thought, suddenly distracted as Derek Knight slid his fingers against the moistened heat of her sex.
Poppy released a second groan, this one muffled by the cock that filled her mouth.
‘She’s good and wet,’ Derek noted.
Poppy gasped as the slid a finger deep into her warmth. The broad tip spread her lips wide open and as the end tickled inside she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm.
‘And she’s tight too.’ Derek spoke to his brother as though Poppy were unable to hear him. ‘But I don’t really want to fuck her chuff.’
Poppy could feel Arthur shrugging as she worked her tongue against his pulsing length. ‘What’s her arsehole like?’ Arthur asked.
Poppy wanted to scream with excitement. She held her breath, unwilling to experience the joy of another orgasm just yet and struggling to stave off the threatening moment of pleasure. It was a battle that she might have won, if Derek had not picked that moment to test a wet finger against the rim of her arsehole.
Poppy shrieked.
As the rude finger slid deep into the depths of her dark canal, Poppy felt a series of orgasms explode inside her, each more powerful than the last. She sucked hard on Arthur’s cock and squirmed her arse eagerly against the intrusion of Derek’s finger. Her entire body was shivering with the aftermath of her multiple climaxes.
‘Her arse is tighter than a gnat’s twat,’ Derek said, a grin tainting his words. ‘And I suppose I could fuck it at a pinch, but I fancy a blow job.’
‘Chuffing typical,’ Arthur growled with good-natured annoyance. ‘When we were kids, you always wanted the toys I was playing with. Now you’re after the blow job that I’m having.’
Poppy sucked hard on Arthur’s length, the men’s casual discussion exciting her more and more.
‘Couldn’t she suck us both at the same time?’ Derek asked.
Poppy heard him unzipping his pants and stepping out of them. From the corner of her eye, she saw his semi-hard cock swaying close to her face.
‘Take a seat,’ Arthur growled sullenly. ‘And pull it up close to mine. This lass has too good a tongue to waste it.’
Derek did as he was asked and pulled his chair so that he was sitting next to his brother. Poppy glanced at his cock and watched him roll his fist up and down the shaft, forcing it into full erection. Like his brother, he was uncircumcised but his foreskin had rolled right back to reveal his swollen purple end. Without waiting for an instruction, she reached her cool fingers against the man’s cock, then moved her mouth over it.