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My eyes widened, then, as Sharon abruptly began to strip down to her own lingerie—a black lace bra and garter set thatemphasized her toned body. She moved to the cabinet and my heart missed a beat as I watched her retrieve a strap-on harness. I swallowed hard, glancing at Mandy to see that her eyes had gone wide too, as Sharon fit the straps around her hips with practiced ease.

“Now,” Sharon said, her eyes gleaming, “it’s time for you to learn what happens to naughty girls who overstep their bounds. Get up, Mandy; you’re going to watch Melissa get the butt-fucking I’ve wanted to give her since her outburst at orientation.”

She stepped toward me, and took hold of my upper arm. All resistance seemed to melt out of my limbs as I felt myself turned around to see that Mandy had risen, though as if in her confusion she had left her panties down so that I got a distracting glimpse of her sweet, bare pussy.

Sharon bent me over the table again, positioning herself behind me. I tried to look over my shoulder at Stuart or any of the other men, in a wild hope they might find it all too much, but Sharon put her hand on my head and turned my face forward, wordlessly forbidding any appeal.

“Spread your cheeks, you little slut,” she ordered. With a whimper I reached back. I took hold of my paddled cheeks. I bit my lip, my face flaring as I obeyed, thinking of Stuart’s, Bradley’s, John’s, and Victor’s eyes taking it all in.

Then I gasped as I felt the blunt head of the dildo, lightly lubed, pressing against my anus. Despite my fear, my body responded, a rush of wetness coating my inner thighs.

Sharon pushed inside slowly but relentlessly. I cried out at the burning stretch. My hands clutched so hard at my punished bottom that I followed the cry with another, at the pain inmy ass cheeks as much as at the intrusion of the plastic cock. Sharon began to thrust it in and out, each movement sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body.

As Sharon fucked my ass, I became aware of Stuart moving closer. He had walked around the side of the table so that I could look up into his eyes and see his gorgeous face, beaming down a smile of satisfaction that sent a shudder of need through my body. I sobbed as he reached out his hand and ran his fingers through my hair, gently and soothingly, as if in consolation for my ordeal.

I gasped as Sharon’s thrusts slowed, her hand gripping my hip tightly. “Stuart,” she purred, “would you like a turn with this naughty girl’s ass?”

My eyes widened as I looked up at Stuart, my heart pounding. His fingers were still tangled in my hair, and I saw a predatory gleam in his eye that made me shiver.

“I’d love to,” Stuart replied, his voice low and husky. “But I think we can make this even more… educational.” His gaze shifted to Mandy, who was still standing nearby, her panties around her thighs and her punished bottom on display. “Melissa should learn what it’s like on both ends. I want her to fuck Mandy while I take her ass.”

I felt my face burn even hotter, if that was possible. The idea of being caught between Stuart and Mandy, of being used and using at the same time, sent a confusing rush of arousal through me. I had fantasized about it, yes, but…

“Mandy,” Stuart commanded, “take the strap-on off Sharon and put it on Melissa. She’s going to fuck your ass while I fuck hers.”

Sharon slowly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling achingly empty. I whimpered at the loss, my body trembling as I remained bent over the table. I heard Mandy’s soft footsteps as she approached, and then her trembling hands were on me, fastening the harness around my hips.

The weight of the dildo felt alien and thrilling as it jutted out from my body. Mandy’s fingers brushed against my skin as she adjusted the straps, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the contact. When she finished, she stepped back, awaiting further instructions.

Stuart moved behind me, his hands running down my sides. I shivered at his touch, acutely aware of how exposed and vulnerable I was. “Bend Mandy over in front of my colleagues,” he murmured in my ear. “Show me you’ve learned how to take charge when needed.”

With shaky legs, I straightened up and turned to Mandy. Her eyes were wide, a mix of apprehension and excitement in her gaze. I swallowed hard, trying to channel some of the confidence I’d felt earlier.

“Kneel in front of Bradley,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Now.”

Mandy complied immediately, turning toward the group of executives and falling to her knees. She bent over, onto her hands and knees, and presented her still-red bottom to me. I moved behind her, my hands trembling as I grasped her hips. I could smell her arousal, and it made my head spin.

Just as I was about to push inside Mandy, I felt Stuart’s hands on my hips. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in close. “Remember,” he whispered, “you’re in charge of Mandy, but I’m in charge of you. You fuck her bottom how I tell you to.”

CHAPTER 25

Stuart

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 executivecocks 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.

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