Office Toy (3 page)

"Of course," Cunningham said, "some of our clients have similar tastes, so you will sometimes see new faces—"

The door opened and Nolan rushed in, chest heaving. Out of breath, he was even sexier than before, but Elle still didn't like him.

"I think he set a record," Jonathan said, winking at Elle.

"Lock the door," Cunningham ordered. "She's new to this. I think three will be enough for her."

Elle gulped. "Three?"

"One for each hole," Cunningham said. "Your mouth …" he traced her lips. "Your pussy …" he rammed three fingers roughly into her, but she was nice and wet and offered him no resistance until he pulled out of her. Then her pussy clenched desperately, but it wasn't enough to keep him. "And your ass." He separated her buttocks with his hands, pulling her against his cock that still protruded from his pants. "Since I'm assuming you've never been shared among men before, we'll be somewhat gentle to start. Later, when you've been here a while and are more comfortable, we can see if a few more men want to line up and give you a try. Does any of this bother you?"

Elle shook her head. She felt she
should
be bothered by it. After all, nice girls didn't fuck guys they'd just met. Not even really hot guys. And they sure as hell didn't open their legs and let men take turns fucking them.

But maybe she wasn't really a nice girl. She was the kind of woman who always tried to watch normal porn and then found herself typing "gang bang" into the search engine. She loved watching the spurts of come as groaning men unloaded themselves all over those lucky women.
 

But what she especially loved was when the women were weighed down by cock. When the men jostled each other to take turns. When the women needed a break but the insistent cocks kept coming, demanding to be satisfied.

Nolan ran his palm over the swell of her buttocks. "Have you submitted anally?"

Interesting way of phrasing it, but maybe that's what it was called. She nodded. "Yeah. Definitely." It was kind of a lie. She'd never tried anal, but she'd shoved a dildo up there more than a few times. She'd even used two dildos at once, one in each hole. She'd considered buying another dildo so that she could have something simultaneously in her mouth, but she would have required a third arm to move it, and she hadn't trusted any of her boyfriends not to judge her about it. Hell, they'd never known she had
any
vibrators. And she didn't want to suck on a passive dildo. She wanted something that moved, that insisted on her participation.

Nolan walked behind her and crouched, and Cunningham applied pressure on the back of her neck, bending her forward so that her mouth was on his erection. She greedily opened, desperate to impress him. More than the others, she liked Cunningham, and it was clear he was the one in charge.

"Tongue her ass thoroughly," Cunningham said. "I want her squealing."

Nolan ran his hands up the inside of her legs and spread her thighs apart. A moment later, his tongue was swirling over her. At first it tickled, yet within seconds she was moaning with ecstasy.

Warm hands clamped down on her hips, holding her up, holding her in place. Jonathan pressed up against her, his cock jabbing uncomfortably into her stomach. "We're going to tie you up," he said. He lowered his voice and leaned close to her ear, and when his lips brushed her sensitive lobes, Elle quivered. "We have a little swing with your name on it."

Nolan moved back. and something hard pressed against her ass. She tensed, and Cunningham stroked her shoulders. "Relax."

After a moment of slight pain, the toy made its way past her tight opening. It felt strange, having something in there that she wasn't controlling. It was larger than her dildo, and it was shaped differently. If she had to guess, she'd say it was a plug, flared at the base. Now that it was in, the feeling was rather pleasurable. She felt full.

Cunningham pulled her hands behind her and looped a silky rope around her wrists. "You don't need your hands," he said.

Nolan forced her to kneel, which she did, slowly, gingerly, bracing for pain caused by the plug seated inside her. It never materialized. It was, however, mildly uncomfortable, but nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she didn't like, strangely.

The three men stood in front of her. Three hard cocks, all waiting to be serviced. Now that she saw Nolan's cock, she was a bit worried. Smaller than the others, he was by no means
small
, and if that's what was going in her ass …

She didn't have time to contemplate that, though, because Jonathan grabbed her head and pushed himself into her. A few strokes into her and he removed himself, letting Cunningham take over. Then it was Nolan's turn. Around and around she went, sucking each cock as if it were the most delicious thing she'd ever had in her mouth. With her hands bound, she had no way to control the depth of their fucking. She was helpless, and it made her pussy ache.

The groans of whichever man she sucked nicely overlaid the heavy breathing of the two impatiently waiting their turns at her yielding mouth. They were rough, directing her with fists laced in her hair, greedily jamming themselves into her until Cunningham clamped both hands on the back of her neck and drove himself forward, locking his knees and lifting her up as he rammed himself down her throat.

He finally released her, and she collapsed, sputtering and coughing. She had felt used while he fucked her mouth. Used in a good way. What she didn't like was when he let her go. For his dominating control, she would have endured hours of claustrophobic smothering.

Hands lifted her, and she was being carried over to the wall. Her legs were cuffed, each at the end of a long chain. The chains didn't restrict her movement at all, so she didn't quite understand the point of them. A few moments later, a soft, weblike material was looped under her buttocks, waist and shoulders.

"Let yourself go. I've got you," Cunningham said. He supported her back as Jonathan stretched the webby fabric out until it cradled her and she was able to relax her neck into it. Next her arms were each cuffed in a fashion identical to her legs.
 

She swung lightly.

Jonathan pushed a button on the wall, and the chains began to shorten. Soon she was spread-eagle, cock height to the three men. Her weight was supported by the soft web, and the cuffs kept her from moving much.

"We only have intercourse with partners who have been tested," Cunningham said. "And you have been tested. However, if you are at all concerned, of course we'll wear condoms."

Elle turned her gaze to him. She trusted him, no doubt. She looked at the other two. She trusted Jonathan, too. But Nolan? The guy who had brought her cold, ruined coffee?

Cunningham read the concern in her eyes. "We'll use condoms," he said, and the matter was closed.

Nolan quickly suited up, but Jonathan and Cunningham didn't. They returned to her mouth. Jonathan held her head so that Cunningham could access her. "When you whimper like that, your throat contracts and massages me. It's incredible," Cunningham gasped.

She whimpered involuntarily, and Cunningham groaned. Jonathan's cock moved in close, pressing against his friend's. As Cunningham retreated somewhat from her mouth, Jonathan advanced. Their thick, bulbous heads were then both inside her mouth, puffing out her cheeks and fighting for real estate, just like in her fantasies. She tried to lap her tongue around them but couldn't since every available centimeter of space in her mouth was full of erect maleness. She moaned, fighting to keep her eyes open for the visual of the two hot men above her, their shirts unbuttoned and their chests and stomachs glistening.

Slowly, Jonathan moved into her while Cunningham moved out. Then they switched. And switched again. She barely had time to breathe because every second a hard cock was being forced into her throat.

Then Jonathan broke the rhythm, grasping her head and plunging balls-deep into her. It was so sudden and unexpected, she couldn't breathe. She struggled and tried to pull away, but the restraints were secure. Jonathan eased up just enough so she could breathe, but he didn't stop, and Elle groaned as her pussy accepted his dominance by getting even wetter. When he finally stepped back, his eyes were full of admiration. "Careful, Elle," he panted. "You make a man want to lay claim to you."

Cunningham grunted and shouldered Jonathan out of the way. Elle narrowed her eyes. So that's what it was about, the strange power dynamics. They shared partners, possibly even exclusively. Evidently Nolan was at the bottom of the heap, and Cunningham was the alpha male, but Jonathan and Nolan probably never let it go. She'd never considered that aspect of having multiple partners, but it made sense. Men, pumped full of testosterone, would always jockey for position. And she was watching them literally jockey for the best access to her.

A warm feeling wrapped around her like a blanket. It was nice to be so wanted. To be the complete and utter center of attention. In fact, she couldn't imagine walking out of the building and ever wanting a normal relationship again. They were absolutely ruining her.

She watched Cunningham avail himself of an XXL condom and wondered if they were going to physically ruin her as well.

Cunningham positioned himself at her entrance. "Do you want this, Elle?"

"Yes."

He was careful entering her—probably because of the plug—and her flesh gripped him. It was a tight fit, and as he moved that thick cock, she felt the tingling of a certain orgasm. Of course she was on the verge of coming. His cock was so big that every inch of her was expanded and stimulated. He didn't need to target her g-spot to hit it.

Nolan leaned over and tongued her clit expertly while Cunningham continued to stroke in and out of her. As she arched back, raising her hips and moaning, Jonathan turned her head and angled his cock down her throat. All of her holes were being used. She came hard, bucking and screaming, though she didn't make much noise around Jonathan's cock. The chains rattled. It wasn't until the orgasm subsided that she realized she'd taken all of Jonathan's shaft without any problem.
 

He winked at her as he withdrew. "You're a fast study."

Nolan stood to the side and was watching her with a peculiar expression. Elle took stock of the last few seconds, trying to guess what she had done to offend him this time. But he turned abruptly from her and pulled over a low, long, padded bench, positioning it underneath her. She couldn't feel it because it was below where she was suspended.

Cunningham leaned over and took her mouth with his. So far, he was the only man to have done that, to have kissed her. "You're ready," he said. "Really, you're spectacular." She wanted to cry when he withdrew from her clenching pussy.

Jonathan and Nolan lifted her up while Cunningham reclined on the bench. Then they lowered her until she rested on Cunningham, but her legs and arms were still restrained, out and open, ready for maximum accessibility.

Nolan attended to her ass, removing the plug and lubing her up.

"No," she whispered, suddenly realizing what Cunningham intended to do, where he intended to go.

"Shush now," Cunningham soothed. "Trust me, a smaller cock that's unrestrained will be much more damaging than a large, gentle one."

She whimpered, and Cunningham's arms wrapped around her. "It'll be ok," he murmured into her ear. The way he touched her was so caring. She felt safe. She shivered and went quiet in his embrace.

Cunningham inched his way into her, moving slowly, letting her adapt. Despite the ache, she was extremely excited, especially with Nolan and Jonathan standing just to the side, watching eagerly, their hands pumping their cocks.

Cunningham was buried in her ass. His big hands gripped her waist. "Turn it up two inches," he said. Jonathan hurried to the wall and pressed another button, and Elle felt herself moving up just a touch. Cunningham repositioned her slightly.

To her surprise, it didn't hurt when he started moving. True, she'd given herself some good workouts with her dildos, but they weren't as large as the cock currently enjoying her.

Nolan positioned herself between her legs. At first he finger-fucked her, but Elle could read the hunger in his eyes, so she wasn't surprised when, between Cunningham's thrusts, Nolan pressed into her pussy. As Nolan retreated somewhat, Cunningham fully entered her ass again. Tag teamed. In and out, one of her holes was always full. And the best part was the moment where the fullness was doubled, when both cocks were partially in her.

"I want all of it," she moaned. "Can't you—"

Cunningham cut off her pleas with a hand over her mouth. He pushed deep in her and stayed there while Nolan also sheathed himself fully. She whimpered. It was a million times better than she'd ever imagined.

"Open, beautiful," Jonathan said. Cunningham turned her head to Jonathan and held her still while Jonathan tapped her lips with his cock. She dutifully relaxed her mouth for him. And then it happened. That glorious moment when all of her holes were stuffed full of engorged cock. Six hands touching her, stroking her, holding her down, pleasuring her, and Cunningham's broad chest underneath her felt protective, his arms on either side of her an armor that had expanded to include her, too.

Nolan pulled out, ripped off his condom and fisted his cock for about a millisecond before squirting all over her stomach and chest. Then Jonathan groaned and flooded what felt like gallons of salty come into her throat. She choked on it, but only because she wasn't expecting there to be so much. Beneath her, Cunningham got even harder as she coughed, the sadist. When the spasms in her chest abated, Jonathan used his fingers to feed her what had leaked down her chin and over her cheeks. She licked his fingers clean.

"Unhook her," Cunningham ordered suddenly. Jonathan pressed the switch that lowered the webbing while Nolan made a half-assed attempt at wiping his ejaculate off her front. She was glad he didn't try to get it all. Her skin was nicely tight in the places that he missed, a little souvenir of how he had lost control.

Then they uncuffed her ankles and wrists. All the while, Cunningham's hands rolled over her body, laying warm, electric trails everywhere he touched.