Just Another Day at the Office by Lacey Kane Page B

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.”
    She was a shuddering, heated mass of nerves, blubbering on the cum and softening cock in her mouth.
    Finally, the men pulled their dicks free from her, and Jayson’s blows with the flogger slowed and softened, until they were just little thuds against her tits. They lifted the thing her head was strapped into back in place as it had been earlier, and then six hands were rubbing all over her aching flesh, soothing her.
    “That was so fucking hot, baby,” Jayson murmured by her head as he unstrapped the gag holding her mouth open. As soon as it was out, she worked her jaw and moaned at the sensation of being able to move it again. She finally