Just Another Day at the Office by Lacey Kane

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