Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
S tuart
My blood sang in my veins as I surveyed the tableau of corporate debauchery in front of me. I savored each element of the taboo sight, my cock, jutting out from my fly, seeming to thrum so intensely with anticipation I could practically hear it.
Melissa knelt behind Mandy, the strap-on jutting proudly from between her thighs. Mandy was on all fours, her punished bottom raised invitingly. The other executives—Bradley, John, and Victor—sat in a semi-circle, their eyes gleaming with barely contained lust and their own fine, upstanding manhoods in their hands.
“Gentlemen,” I said, my voice low and commanding, “I believe it’s time we fully initiate Miss Mitropoulos into the Selecta way of doing things. Mandy, I want you to show our rising star how to properly service her superiors.”
Mandy nodded eagerly, lifting her head toward the seated men. With an ease so practiced that I heard Melissa whimper in obvious response, the young secretary reached for the executive cocks in front of her. She began to stroke Bradley’s hardness to her left, and John’s to her right, while at the same time she extended her tongue to lick Victor’s reverently. I watched approvingly as she turned to the left and right to give a respectful kiss to the cocks there before she took Victor’s sizable length all the way into her mouth, then began to bob her head enthusiastically.
“Melissa,” I commanded, adjusting the angle of her hips a bit, “start fucking Mandy’s ass. Straddle her, the way a man would do to go as deep as he wanted. Ride her nice and slow to begin with.”
Melissa hesitated for just a moment. She cast a glance at me over her shoulder, her cheeks adorably red and her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes said, Do I have to?
I tilted my head forward, raising my eyebrows a bit. Yes, you have to, or your ass is going to get a lot more of the punishment that already brought you to screaming submission.
Melissa’s mouth twisted sweetly to the side, her brow deeply furrowed in apprehension, humiliation—and obvious need. She turned around and grasped Mandy’s mobile hips to keep them in place for her thrust. She positioned the tip of the dildo at the tiny entrance, and slowly pushed the strap-on inside Mandy’s red, punished bottom. Mandy moaned around Bradley’s cock, the forbidden fullness clearly both pleasurable and painful judging by her sharp intake of breath.
I lined myself up with Melissa’s own tight asshole, still slick from Sharon’s earlier attention. With a firm, steady pressure, I pushed inside, reveling in the tight heat enveloping me. Melissa gasped, her body tensing around me.
“That’s it,” I murmured, running my hands along her sides soothingly. “Take it all, like a good girl.”
As I began to thrust, I set the pace for Melissa’s movements into Mandy. The room filled with the sounds of our collective pleasure—wet slaps of flesh on flesh, muffled moans, and heavy breathing.
Sharon stood to the side, her eyes dark with arousal as she watched the scene unfold. At some point she had fetched a powerful wand vibrator from the nearby cabinet. She switched it on with a low hum, and brought it to her clit. She grunted and moaned, her face twisting with the evidently sharp, sudden pleasure. The sight of it, of a proudly powerful, dominant woman pleasuring herself, only added to the intoxicating atmosphere.
Mandy moved from Bradley to John, her mouth working diligently to pleasure each man in turn. Her enthusiasm was obvious, and I could see the effect it was having on Melissa. Each time Mandy moaned or shifted, Melissa’s hips would jerk, driving her thrillingly tight anus back onto my cock more forcefully.
“Harder,” I commanded, gripping Melissa’s hips tightly. “Fuck that naughty ass harder.”
Melissa obeyed, her strokes becoming more forceful. Mandy’s cries of pleasure and discomfort grew louder, even muffled as they were by Victor’s thick shaft. I could feel the tension building in Melissa’s body, her muscles clenching around me as she approached her peak.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I growled in her ear. “Not until I tell you to.”
Melissa
I gasped as a deep shudder went through my whole body at Stuart’s command. The pressure had begun to build inside me, a tightening coil of pleasure that threatened to explode at any moment. I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to hold back my climax as I continued to thrust into Mandy’s gorgeous, red, tight ass.
The sensations seemed almost overwhelming. Stuart’s thick cock filled me completely, impaling me… claiming me… stretching me to my absolute limit. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure radiating through my body, alongside a discomfort that made me sob in humiliated submission. At the same time, I watched, mesmerized, as the strap-on moved inside Mandy. The base rubbed against my clit with every stroke. The dual stimulation felt like too much to bear, and yet I kept craving it.
I could hear Mandy’s muffled moans as she worked diligently to pleasure the three powerful men in front of her. The wet sounds of her mouth on their cocks, combined with their grunts and groans of satisfaction, created a lewd soundscape that kept heightening my arousal.
Suddenly, Bradley let out a deep groan. “I’m close,” he panted. John and Victor echoed his sentiment, their faces stern with pleasure.
“Pull out,” Stuart invited. “Come on her face.”
Mandy obediently raised her head, her eyes closed and her mouth open in anticipation. I watched, transfixed, as Bradley, John, and Victor stroked themselves to completion. Thick ropes of semen splashed across Mandy’s flushed cheeks and parted lips. She looked utterly debauched, her face glistening with their release.
The sight was so intensely erotic that I nearly lost control. I whimpered, my hips jerking erratically as I fought against my impending orgasm. Stuart’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful.
“Keep going,” he growled in my ear. “Don’t stop fucking that sweet ass.”
I obeyed, continuing to pump the strap-on in and out of Mandy’s tight hole. Her whimpers of pleasure grew louder, no longer muffled by the executives’ cocks. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, on the edge of her own release.
Bradley, John, and Victor sat back in their chairs, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and admiration. “Excellent work, Stuart,” Bradley said, his voice still husky with post-orgasmic bliss. “This has been an incredibly productive meeting.”
“Indeed,” John agreed. “Your team is truly impressive. Especially Mandy here—her oral skills are exceptional.”
Victor nodded, his eyes roaming over Mandy’s cum-covered face. “We’ll definitely need to arrange more of these… collaborative sessions in the future.”
Their praise sent another wave of conflicting emotions through me. Part of me felt a surge of pride at their approval, while another part still recoiled at the objectification. But overwhelmingly, I felt a deep, primal satisfaction at having pleased them—at having been a good girl for Stuart and Selecta.
Stuart continued to pound into my ass, his thrusts deep and relentless. Despite the intensity of the sensations, I tried to focus as he spoke, distantly aware of how the huskiness of his voice didn’t diminish its commanding tone in the slightest.
“Gentlemen, I’m extremely pleased with how this meeting has gone,” Stuart said, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Melissa and Mandy have both shown great potential. They’ll be following up with a detailed workflow for the Your Secret Garden campaign launch within the week.”
I gasped as Stuart hit a particularly sensitive spot, stars exploding behind my eyes. The dual sensations of his thick cock in my ass and the base of the strap-on rubbing against my clit with each thrust were driving me to the edge of madness. I could barely process his words, let alone form a coherent response.
“Melissa,” Stuart growled, leaning close to my ear, “our colleagues have praised your work. Don’t you have something to say?”
I whimpered, trying desperately to gather my thoughts. My entire body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure and pain. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as Stuart increased his pace.
“Come on, little slut,” he urged, his voice stern despite his obvious arousal. “Thank the gentlemen for their interest and praise. Show them how well-mannered you can be, even with a cock in your ass.”
Tears of humiliation and desperate need streamed down my face as I finally managed to form words. “Th-thank you,” I sobbed, my voice breaking as Stuart continued to fuck me mercilessly. “Thank you for… for your praise and interest. I’m… oh, god… I’m so grateful for the opportunity.”
I heard chuckles from the men watching, and my face burned even hotter. I was acutely aware of how I must look—bent over, impaled on Stuart’s cock, fucking Mandy’s ass with a strap-on. The thought sent another wave of confused need through me.
“Very good,” Stuart murmured approvingly. “Now, I think it’s time we wrap this up. Melissa, make Mandy come. Then, and only then, you have permission to orgasm.”
I nodded frantically, beyond words at this point. I focused on Mandy, still trembling beneath me, her face glistening with the executives’ release. I angled my hips, trying to hit that spot inside her that I knew would drive her wild. My efforts were rewarded with a high-pitched keening sound from Mandy.
“That’s it,” I panted, finding my voice again. “Come for me, Mandy. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
My words seemed to push Mandy over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her. The sight and feel of Mandy’s climax, combined with Stuart’s relentless thrusting in my most intimate place, finally pushed me over the edge. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. My vision went white, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, each one seeming impossibly stronger than the last. I was vaguely aware of Mandy shuddering beneath me, caught in the throes of another climax. Stuart’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own release.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm began to subside, I became aware of movement around us. Through bleary eyes, I saw Bradley, John, and Victor rising from their seats, adjusting their clothing. They looked immensely satisfied, their eyes roaming over the debauched tableau before them.
“Stuart,” Bradley said, his voice warm with approval, “I must say, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time. Miss Mitropoulos is a remarkable find.”
John nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Such a promising, brilliant young whore for your team. I look forward to seeing how she develops under your guidance.”
Victor chuckled, his gaze lingering on my trembling form. “A natural submissive with just the right touch of sass. You’ll have your hands full with this one, Stuart.”
Their words sent a confusing mix of pride and humiliation coursing through me. I felt my cheeks burn even hotter, if that was possible, as I realized how thoroughly I had debased myself in front of these powerful men. And yet, a part of me preened under their praise, desperate for their approval.
Stuart’s voice rumbled behind me, thick with his impending climax. “Thank you, gentlemen. I assure you, Melissa’s potential will be fully realized here at Selecta.”
As the executives filed out of the room, murmuring their final compliments, I felt Stuart’s thrusts become more urgent. His fingers dug into my hips, sure to leave bruises. With a guttural groan, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped as I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.
For a moment, we all remained frozen in our positions—Stuart buried in my ass, me still inside Mandy. Then, slowly, carefully, Stuart withdrew. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. As I started to straighten up, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Sharon stood beside me, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had put herself to rights at some point, and she looked the picture of straitlaced corporate competence. My eyes went wide with apprehension at what she might do, but without a word, she pulled me up and into a searing kiss. Her tongue searched my mouth as I moaned at her dominance. Her hand gripped my right bottom cheek, reminding me of my punishment, and I cried out as tears sprang to my eyes.
Sharon broke the kiss, leaving me breathless and trembling. My lips tingled from the pressure of hers, and I could still taste her on my tongue. She turned to Stuart, her hand lingering possessively on my shoulder.
“Stuart,” she said, her voice rich with satisfaction, “I’m truly impressed. You’ve found quite the gem in Melissa here.” Her fingers traced a line down my arm, sending shivers through my body. “It’s refreshing to see someone who can bring such fresh perspectives to the team, while still understanding her place in the hierarchy.”
I felt a surge of pride at her words, even as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. The conflicting emotions swirled within me, leaving me dizzy and off-balance.
Sharon turned back to me, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. “Melissa,” she said, her voice low and commanding, “I want you to know that I’ll be watching you very closely from now on.” Her lips curled into a predatory smile. “I have high expectations for you, and I won’t hesitate to correct you if needed.”
My heart raced at her words, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I nodded, unable to find my voice.
With a final, appraising look, Sharon leaned in and pressed a light, almost chaste kiss to my lips. The gentleness of it, in stark contrast to her earlier dominance, left me reeling. Without another word, she turned and strode out of the room, the click of her heels echoing in the sudden silence.
I stood there, swaying slightly, my mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. The room still smelled of sex and sweat, and I could feel Stuart’s release slowly trickling down my thighs. The strap-on, fresh from Mandy’s bottom, hung heavily between my legs.
Stuart’s voice broke through my daze. “Mandy,” he said, his tone businesslike despite the intimate scene we’d just shared, “get dressed and go clean yourself up. Take the dildo and disinfect it, too. We can’t have you walking around the office looking like that.”
I turned to see Mandy scrambling to obey, her movements slightly unsteady. Her face was still streaked with the executives’ release, her hair disheveled, and her bottom a vivid red from the paddling I’d given her. As she gathered her clothes, I felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to comfort her, to connect with her after the intense experience we’d just shared.
“Sir,” I said, my voice hoarse and uncertain, “may I… may I hug Mandy before she goes?”
Stuart raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Of course,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “Go ahead.”
Grateful for his permission, I stepped toward Mandy, who had paused in her dressing to look at me with wide, uncertain eyes. I took her into my arms and just held her for a long moment.
“Thank you, miss,” she whispered.
“Such good girls,” Stuart said. “Mandy, would you like to play with us this weekend?”
My heart skipped a beat. Us? I stepped away from Mandy and looked at Stuart, unable to keep the smile from my face. The expression in his eyes and his own grin made joy surge in my heart despite all the abandonment of the scene.
He turned back to Mandy. “I think Melissa here should learn to give you as much pleasure as you’ve given her.”
My heart skipped a beat. My pussy clenched hard. With my cheeks blazing all over again, I looked at Mandy, half hoping she would refuse.
She had a naughty smile on her semen-coated face, though.
“I’d love to,” she said, then deftly removed the harness from my hips before slipping out the door of the conference room.
“Sir…” I said, uncertainly. “About…”
I swallowed hard.
“About… us …”
Stuart’s smile widened, and his eyebrows rose.
“I’d like there to be an us , Miss Mitropoulos. How about you?”
As I nodded, I couldn’t keep the little whimper of… of… of everything from emerging.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please.”
The End