Diary Date: Thursday January 3rd, 2002 (Continuation)

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"Ingrid, 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 in the room 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, Ingrid?"

My pussy spasmed and gushed juices. My orgasm was uncontrollable. 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, Ingrid?"

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?

"Ingrid! 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 sat on and he started to piston 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... 
