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Diary
Date: Thursday January 3rd, 2002
(Continuation)
"Adrianna, I want you to
begin by going back to your office, close
the door and take off all your clothes.
Everything. Do you understand?"
I felt
an immediate, intoxicating rush of
excitement as I nodded.
"Next,
take the leather cuffs from the third
drawer of your desk and secure them around
your wrists and ankles."
He knew
about the drawer. I began to
tingle.
"Take
the large black dildo from the drawer and
stand it on your desk. It should be in the
middle of the desk so when you kneel over
it your ass points back to the door.
Before you fuck yourself with it..."
I'd
never heard Jeff swear before. The word
shocked me a little.
"I want
you to hook your wrists and ankles
together with these."
Jeff
handed me two short lengths of chain with
clips at each end.
"Once
you have yourself secured in this fashion
you may begin the task of making yourself
cum. Start slowly if you prefer but I want
to be able to hear your enthusiasm through
the walls; I want to be able to hear you
working yourself up to it; to hear you
bouncing up and down on the desktop; to
hear you moaning loudly as you cum; loud
as you can. When I'm satisfied you're at
the peak of your orgasm, I'll let you know
to stop."
I went
back to my office feeling lightheaded such
was the thrilling euphoria of the thought
of what Jeff was demanding. I did
everything he asked. It was especially
thrilling to strip completely naked in my
own office knowing Jeff was right next
door. I removed everything as instructed,
leaving my clothes strewn around the room.
The cuffs felt cool and soft around my
wrists and ankles. I placed the big black
dildo on my desk and climbed on after it.
I kneeled, straddling the obscene phallus,
getting myself into position before
grappling with the clips and chains. They
weren't easy to attach by myself but
eventually I managed to clip my wrists to
my ankles; left wrist to left ankle; right
to right. It wasn't until after I secured
myself that I realized I'd probably not be
able to remove them again without Jeff's
assistance. I genuinely was now completely
at his mercy.
By the
time I was in position no lubricant was
needed for the tip of the dildo's shaft to
glide easily into my pussy. I gasped
breathlessly at first, silently enjoying
the first slow penetrating feelings before
giving in to the primal urges inside me.
Vocalizing my own pleasure is something
that has never come easily but I surprised
myself as a loud, urgent sounding moan, my
moaning, reverberated in the room. It was
such a liberating feeling that I did it
again. And again. It wasn't long before I
was almost sobbing and wailing. My desk
creaked and groaned under my bouncing
weight. No matter how hard and desperately
I tried, I just couldn't fully impale
myself on the dildo. I began to call out
to nobody in particular. Begging to have
some help; pleading for Jeff to come
running and finish me off properly.
"Are you
okay, Adrianna?"
My pussy
was spasming and gushing juices. I was
orgasming; uncontrollably. The voice
didn't even register at first. Then I
nearly died with embarrassment. I looked
back over my shoulder and saw Steve
standing in the doorway behind me. Jeff
was standing right behind him.
Grinning.
"Holy
shit! What do you think you're doing,
Adrianna?"
The tone
of Jeff's voice clearly suggested he was
not going to admit to Steve that he'd
forced me to make a spectacle of myself. I
struggled briefly in my restraints but the
movements did nothing except continue the
stimulation of the huge slippery dildo in
my pussy. Little ripples of orgasmic
pleasure refused to abate even after the
two men moved in to inspect me more
closely. The shock of the surprise caused
tears to well up in my eyes and I started
to cry. I felt thoroughly ashamed of
myself and knew there'd be no logical
explanation I could make to Steve. All the
time I'd worked with him I'd acted sweet
and innocent. I was always polite and
friendly, but I ignored the thinly veiled
crude propositions he sometimes made to
me. How could I possibly pretend anymore I
was not the slut he obviously
wanted?
"Adrianna! I never! A nice
girl like you?"
Steve
mocked me.
"Did you
know she was into this?"
Jeff
denied any knowledge in his reply to
Steve.
"A
gentleman would release her and forget all
about it."
"Yes, a
gentleman probably would."
Their
clowning exchange lightened my mood
slightly. I couldn't help but smile in
spite of the position I was in. "Please,
let me go," I whimpered, joining the
charade.
"I don't
know..."
The two
men looked at each other, each holding his
chin thoughtfully and feigning a serious
look. Both men were clearly aroused. The
large, bulging impressions of their
swollen cocks in the front of their
trousers convinced me of this. I watched
as they casually unhitched their belts and
pushed their trousers and underwear to
their knees. "Please, what are you going
to do to me?"
"Old
chap, I say we fuck the little
slut."
The
theatrical false upper class English
accent used to make the suggestion didn't
make it any less frightening. This hadn't
been part of my plan. Or if it was, I
wasn't expecting it to happen so soon.
"Please! No!" I was serious.
"After
you, old boy!"
Steve
stepped up in front of me and waved his
engorged cock under my nose. I could see a
rivulet of pre-cum seeping from the eye of
his cock; he brushed it off on my top lip
before pressing the tip against my closed,
resisting lips. "Ouch!"
Jeff
slapped my unprotected backside painfully
hard with his bare hand. My shriek of
surprise opened my mouth to Steve and
before I could do anything else to fend
him off, his cock was lodged deep in my
mouth. There was nothing I could do except
suck and suck I did. Hungrily. Like my
life depended on it.
My eyes
darted left and right trying to see what
Jeff was doing behind me. I felt his hands
on my ass cheeks and then his hot breath
close to my anus. The slippery, wet
sensations of his tongue lashing my ring
simultaneously tickled and repulsed me. I
struggled to escape the feeling but Steve
held my head firmly; my mouth sucking hard
on his cock. My struggles became more
frenzied as I felt the tip of Jeff's
tongue forcing itself past my puckered,
resisting sphincter. I was so confused.
What he was doing was the most disgusting
thing I could imagine and he was doing it
to me. What made it worse was I was
giggling behind Steve's cock as he tickled
my ass with his tongue. I realized I was
also fucking myself vigorously up and down
on the hard rubbery dildo as he did this.
A cock in my mouth; a tongue in my ass; a
massive dildo stuffed in my pussy and I'm
giggling. What kind of a slut was
I?
It was a
question I think I was learning to answer
as I gulped down wave after wave of
Steve's hot, foul tasting jism. He'd
erupted with a flood of spunk in my mouth
and it was impossible to do anything
except swallow it. It felt revolting
oozing down my throat; the viscous fluid
seeming to block all air to my lungs as it
made it's slow, lava-like progress down my
throat. Jeff at this stage had taken hold
of the balls of the huge dildo I was
sitting on and had started pistoning it
roughly into my pussy. I felt suddenly
unbalanced each time he drove the rubbery
cock so hard inside me it threatened to
lift my knees from the desk. There were
moments when I thought I would be
suspended between the two cocks; like a
skewered pig. Despite all this, my orgasm
refused to relent.
It took
probably less than thirty seconds, but it
felt like an eternity before Steve's cock
in my mouth finally stopped pulsing and
ejaculating. All around my mouth and on my
chin felt hot and sticky with the overflow
of his gushing. My pussy felt sore. The
removal of the dildo merely left me
feeling like I was gaping.
"Is she
a good cock sucker?"
"No, not
really. Adequate at best."
I felt
strangely insulted by Jeff's question and
Steve's response. It's the truth that I'm
inexperienced, having only ever sucked my
husband's cock once in all the years we've
been married, but I felt offended
nonetheless. I felt Jeff's hands on my
hips; he dragged me backwards across the
desktop until my upturned backside was
close to him.
"She
needs practice then. I don't want the
little slut going down on me until she
knows how to suck cock properly."
With
that announcement, Jeff reached around and
placed the large black dildo dripping with
my own fresh pussy juices right in front
of me. The idea of having to put my mouth
anywhere near it horrified me. I'd suck
real cocks and even swallow cum, if I
really had to. But to taste my own juices?
I felt numb with the dread of the thought.
I struggled in my restraints and looked up
to Steve. I begged him not to make me do
it but he just laughed. Jeff was walking
around my office, oblivious to my
objections.
Jeff
picked up a couple of phone books and
returned behind me. I was commanded to
start sucking. Reluctantly, with no
apparent choice, I gingerly bobbed my head
to take the filthy rubbery cock in my
mouth. Behind me, Jeff was positioning
himself to penetrate me for the first
time. His cock was significantly smaller
than the object in my mouth but the
pleasure from his long, slow, deep strokes
was not diminished because of it. It felt
so good to finally have him inside me. I
relaxed into his even, rhythmic pumping me
from behind and moaned softly as I sucked
the dildo clean. It was a definite
Hallmark moment...
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