ever deeper in a long, relentless thrust.
Slade pulls my bra the rest of the way off, then his tongue flickers over my metal-wrapped nipple.
That’s all it takes to set me off. Romeo’s large hand slams over my mouth, muffling my blissful cries. I’m not sure who’s doing the moving, not certain exactly how it’s happening, but I’m slamming roughly up and down on the men’s cocks.
It’s frenzied fucking, designed to be fast. They want to get off. Any moment, a bunch of people are going to be walking into this room.
My bosses are just using me to get off.
Romeo moves underneath me, his powerful legs pushing against the table as he stands. I’m impaled on his cock. Hawthorne is moving back, but he’s staying inside me, too. I don’t fully understand what’s happening as they both walk.
My tortured breasts bump into Romeo’s chest, and I nearly scream.
Then Romeo sits in a chair.
Hawthorne falls into us, and at that moment, it’s safe to say that I’ve never felt such excruciating pain. Nor have I ever had anyone as deep as these men are right now.
“It hurts,” I moan. My pussy, my ass, my nipples… everything burns.
“You can always stop this,” Slade says. Hawthorne bites my neck, low enough that the marks he’s surely leaving won’t be visible when I’m dressed.
Sure, I could stop this, but I don’t want it to end.
I just don’t want them to hurt me too much.
The problem is that they like hurting me. So maybe I didn’t receive the spanking I deserve, but my punishment includes pain, the likes of which I never imagined.
Romeo kisses me. He bites my tongue, then thrusts his own tongue into my mouth. It’s a nice reminder that at least I’m not being slowly choked by his enormous shaft.
The chair lowers and reclines a few notches, and my head is roughly yanked to the side. This drags my beleaguered nipples across Romeo’s chest again. Before I even realize what’s happening, I’ve got Slade’s thrusting cock ramming into my throat.
I gag, my chest heaving, my shoulders curling as I try to protect my chest. More nipple pain. Oddly, it’s starting to feel kinda nice.
My fingers dig into Romeo’s muscular shoulder as I try to bear the onslaught of horny men.
Hawthorne steps back, ripping himself out of my ass, and I moan around Slade’s cock. I know my punishment isn’t finished, but I can’t imagine what they have in mind for me.
I hear voices on the other side of the door. It’s almost time to start, and here I am, half naked and getting fucked by the bosses.
Romeo slows, and Slade releases my head. They push me to my feet. I take a deep breath. How empty I feel.
Slade cups one of my breasts, then he leans down and flicks his tongue around the metal clip. The feeling is exquisite. Romeo sucks my other nipple, clip and all, into his mouth. I lean my head back and whimper.
By the time they release me, I’m swaying on my feet. I look down and see that my glistening nipples are swollen between the metal teeth.
“Isn’t that nicer than a padded bra?” Romeo murmurs into my ear. His deep voice is so sexy that I’m inclined to agree with anything he says at the moment.
Hawthorne hands me my panties and my skirt, and with quick movements, I gratefully put them on.
None of the men got off, I realize as I zip up my skirt. That’s… unexpected. It was my punishment, but I was the only one who came?
Romeo has my bra, and he’s managed to rip out the underwire, which now sits like two forlorn little scythes on the table.
I gasp as he rips away the padding; I swear I feel the garment’s pain. He tosses what’s left of my bra at me, and I pull it on. My breasts look so damned sad, and I can tell that the bra will be lumpy under my blouse. I’m going to spend the day making sure my hair covers everything.
“Kneel,” Romeo says.
My eyes dart to the door. I don’t know how many people are out there—
Hawthorne shoves me to my knees.
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Slade pulls my bra the rest of the way off, then his tongue flickers over my metal-wrapped nipple.
That’s all it takes to set me off. Romeo’s large hand slams over my mouth, muffling my blissful cries. I’m not sure who’s doing the moving, not certain exactly how it’s happening, but I’m slamming roughly up and down on the men’s cocks.
It’s frenzied fucking, designed to be fast. They want to get off. Any moment, a bunch of people are going to be walking into this room.
My bosses are just using me to get off.
Romeo moves underneath me, his powerful legs pushing against the table as he stands. I’m impaled on his cock. Hawthorne is moving back, but he’s staying inside me, too. I don’t fully understand what’s happening as they both walk.
My tortured breasts bump into Romeo’s chest, and I nearly scream.
Then Romeo sits in a chair.
Hawthorne falls into us, and at that moment, it’s safe to say that I’ve never felt such excruciating pain. Nor have I ever had anyone as deep as these men are right now.
“It hurts,” I moan. My pussy, my ass, my nipples… everything burns.
“You can always stop this,” Slade says. Hawthorne bites my neck, low enough that the marks he’s surely leaving won’t be visible when I’m dressed.
Sure, I could stop this, but I don’t want it to end.
I just don’t want them to hurt me too much.
The problem is that they like hurting me. So maybe I didn’t receive the spanking I deserve, but my punishment includes pain, the likes of which I never imagined.
Romeo kisses me. He bites my tongue, then thrusts his own tongue into my mouth. It’s a nice reminder that at least I’m not being slowly choked by his enormous shaft.
The chair lowers and reclines a few notches, and my head is roughly yanked to the side. This drags my beleaguered nipples across Romeo’s chest again. Before I even realize what’s happening, I’ve got Slade’s thrusting cock ramming into my throat.
I gag, my chest heaving, my shoulders curling as I try to protect my chest. More nipple pain. Oddly, it’s starting to feel kinda nice.
My fingers dig into Romeo’s muscular shoulder as I try to bear the onslaught of horny men.
Hawthorne steps back, ripping himself out of my ass, and I moan around Slade’s cock. I know my punishment isn’t finished, but I can’t imagine what they have in mind for me.
I hear voices on the other side of the door. It’s almost time to start, and here I am, half naked and getting fucked by the bosses.
Romeo slows, and Slade releases my head. They push me to my feet. I take a deep breath. How empty I feel.
Slade cups one of my breasts, then he leans down and flicks his tongue around the metal clip. The feeling is exquisite. Romeo sucks my other nipple, clip and all, into his mouth. I lean my head back and whimper.
By the time they release me, I’m swaying on my feet. I look down and see that my glistening nipples are swollen between the metal teeth.
“Isn’t that nicer than a padded bra?” Romeo murmurs into my ear. His deep voice is so sexy that I’m inclined to agree with anything he says at the moment.
Hawthorne hands me my panties and my skirt, and with quick movements, I gratefully put them on.
None of the men got off, I realize as I zip up my skirt. That’s… unexpected. It was my punishment, but I was the only one who came?
Romeo has my bra, and he’s managed to rip out the underwire, which now sits like two forlorn little scythes on the table.
I gasp as he rips away the padding; I swear I feel the garment’s pain. He tosses what’s left of my bra at me, and I pull it on. My breasts look so damned sad, and I can tell that the bra will be lumpy under my blouse. I’m going to spend the day making sure my hair covers everything.
“Kneel,” Romeo says.
My eyes dart to the door. I don’t know how many people are out there—
Hawthorne shoves me to my knees.
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