against my clit.
My arms were
pulled up straight behind me, higher than could ever be comfortable. When I
tugged slightly, I realized that doing so jerked back against my head, which
then caused something to pull painfully against my nipples. My hair must have
been attached to my wrists in some way, and all of that then forced my body to
pull back against the tiny strings secured tautly to my nipples. Those strings
were attached to the floor, pulling and stretching on my breasts. The
combination kept me in this precise position, unable to move even an inch.
Well, except for
when the cane struck. Each time it snapped against my ass or the backs of my
thighs, it pushed my clit harder against the vibe. Then I would jerk forward,
which pulled my hair and tightened the strings around my nipples and tugged my
arms back harder…and all of it kept me in a constant state of orgasm.
A steady stream
of drool kept pouring from my lips and dripping onto the hardwood floors
beneath me.
I’d been aware
of the cane and all of the ways my body was in intense pleasure pain for at
least six strikes before I realized whoever was caning me was also speaking to
me.
“I can’t tell
you how hard it made me, watching them fuck you like the bitch you are.”
It was Alex. A
seriously turned on Alex, judging by the deep, growly tone of his voice.
The cane struck
the backs of my thighs again, lower down.
“Seeing you come
like this, over and over. God, Marina.” Another swish through the air, just
before the cane made contact with my left ass cheek. “So fucking hard. Constantly
hard, seeing what a pain slut you are.”
The cane rattled
to the floor, and I whimpered.
Alex came around
in front of me, naked, his monstrously hard cock bobbing in front of my face.
“Dustin let me fuck Jenna while we all watched, but it wasn’t enough. She’s not
you.” His hands released the buckle holding the gag in place, and the instant
he removed it, he thrust his cock deep into my throat.
I swallowed,
greedy for it. Greedy for him.
He held my head
still, driving into me with such force that my body flailed against my bonds.
Each thrust drove me harder onto the vibe, tugged violently against my tits,
jerked back against my shoulders and hair, but I didn’t care.
“But now I know.
And now all the guys you work with know, too…even your boss.”
My boss? Mr.
Tyson knew? Oh, god. Fresh tears filled my eyes, but Alex was so busy fucking
my throat he didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“He watched with
me, you know. Dustin filled him in last week, and he was curious to see how
this might affect your working relationships.”
He pushed as far
down my throat as he could, his balls pressed hard up against my chin, and held
himself like that while he shot his load. I was running out of air and gagging,
but he didn’t pull out until I’d taken every bit of his cum.
When he backed
away, his cock came free from my mouth with a popping sound, and a stream of
drool and semen poured down to the floor. I gasped for air, still coming
because of the vibe against my clit, while he put the gag back into place.
I moaned,
wishing I could tell him what an ass he was for putting me through all of this,
and including my coworkers, and especially for including my boss. All Alex did,
though, was pat me on the cheek like I’d been a good bitch, and then leave the
room.
While I was tied
up and alone, with a never ending orgasm from the stupid vibe he’d left between
my legs, I finally really took a look around me and realized I was at home.
Holy crap, I had
to have been really out of it for them to have brought me home without me
having a clue. But it was my guest bedroom where Alex had me chained up, only
he’d taken out the bed and dresser and usual bedroom furniture and replaced it
with all sorts of crazy bondage stuff like Bradford and Davis had been using on
me all weekend.
Did that asshole
think we were going to do this kind of shit all the time now, just
My arms were
pulled up straight behind me, higher than could ever be comfortable. When I
tugged slightly, I realized that doing so jerked back against my head, which
then caused something to pull painfully against my nipples. My hair must have
been attached to my wrists in some way, and all of that then forced my body to
pull back against the tiny strings secured tautly to my nipples. Those strings
were attached to the floor, pulling and stretching on my breasts. The
combination kept me in this precise position, unable to move even an inch.
Well, except for
when the cane struck. Each time it snapped against my ass or the backs of my
thighs, it pushed my clit harder against the vibe. Then I would jerk forward,
which pulled my hair and tightened the strings around my nipples and tugged my
arms back harder…and all of it kept me in a constant state of orgasm.
A steady stream
of drool kept pouring from my lips and dripping onto the hardwood floors
beneath me.
I’d been aware
of the cane and all of the ways my body was in intense pleasure pain for at
least six strikes before I realized whoever was caning me was also speaking to
me.
“I can’t tell
you how hard it made me, watching them fuck you like the bitch you are.”
It was Alex. A
seriously turned on Alex, judging by the deep, growly tone of his voice.
The cane struck
the backs of my thighs again, lower down.
“Seeing you come
like this, over and over. God, Marina.” Another swish through the air, just
before the cane made contact with my left ass cheek. “So fucking hard. Constantly
hard, seeing what a pain slut you are.”
The cane rattled
to the floor, and I whimpered.
Alex came around
in front of me, naked, his monstrously hard cock bobbing in front of my face.
“Dustin let me fuck Jenna while we all watched, but it wasn’t enough. She’s not
you.” His hands released the buckle holding the gag in place, and the instant
he removed it, he thrust his cock deep into my throat.
I swallowed,
greedy for it. Greedy for him.
He held my head
still, driving into me with such force that my body flailed against my bonds.
Each thrust drove me harder onto the vibe, tugged violently against my tits,
jerked back against my shoulders and hair, but I didn’t care.
“But now I know.
And now all the guys you work with know, too…even your boss.”
My boss? Mr.
Tyson knew? Oh, god. Fresh tears filled my eyes, but Alex was so busy fucking
my throat he didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“He watched with
me, you know. Dustin filled him in last week, and he was curious to see how
this might affect your working relationships.”
He pushed as far
down my throat as he could, his balls pressed hard up against my chin, and held
himself like that while he shot his load. I was running out of air and gagging,
but he didn’t pull out until I’d taken every bit of his cum.
When he backed
away, his cock came free from my mouth with a popping sound, and a stream of
drool and semen poured down to the floor. I gasped for air, still coming
because of the vibe against my clit, while he put the gag back into place.
I moaned,
wishing I could tell him what an ass he was for putting me through all of this,
and including my coworkers, and especially for including my boss. All Alex did,
though, was pat me on the cheek like I’d been a good bitch, and then leave the
room.
While I was tied
up and alone, with a never ending orgasm from the stupid vibe he’d left between
my legs, I finally really took a look around me and realized I was at home.
Holy crap, I had
to have been really out of it for them to have brought me home without me
having a clue. But it was my guest bedroom where Alex had me chained up, only
he’d taken out the bed and dresser and usual bedroom furniture and replaced it
with all sorts of crazy bondage stuff like Bradford and Davis had been using on
me all weekend.
Did that asshole
think we were going to do this kind of shit all the time now, just
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