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  The door opened, and Elle tried to sit up. "No. Stay where you are," he whispered, his lips still on hers. Cunningham straightened and Elle turned her head.

  Jonathan Arrow stood there, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Cunningham was attractive, but his business partner had leading-man looks, that aura of being from a different species. And this gorgeous man was staring at her as if she were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

  "Hello, Elle. I'm Jonathan, and I'm very pleased to meet you." With an appreciative nod of the head, he turned to Cunningham. "Nolan was right. You were holding out on us."

  "I could have called you in an hour," he growled softly.

  "Point taken. But I apologized for that. Or I meant to." Jonathan closed the door and quickly shucked off his three-button jacket. His blue dress shirt fit his body well, displaying a long, lean torso and broad shoulders. He wasn't as well-muscled as Cunningham, who was also removing his jacket and tie. Cunningham's body was all power, mirroring the way he spoke and how he smelled. Jonathan would lose an arm wrestling competition if Cunningham were there, but Elle suspected he moved quickly when necessary.

  She decided she preferred Cunningham. After all, on a hotness scale of one to ten, they were both off the charts, but Jonathan was almost too good looking. His face was too perfect. And even though Cunningham scared her witless, there was a gravity to him that she found more irresistible with each passing minute.

  Jonathan approached her as if they'd known each other for ages, and Elle tried to force herself to relax.

  "You are very pretty." He wrapped an arm around her chest to unhook her bra. With a grunt, he pulled it off impatiently and gathered her breasts in his hands, pushing them together so that he could simultaneously take both nipples in his mouth.

  Elle sighed and squirmed as her nipples hardened. Despite her nervousness, she loved the attention. She never would have initiated any of this, but she wanted it desperately. Needed it. This was the best job interview she'd ever had, and assuming she wasn't misreading things, she had the job. Hopefully that meant spending lots of time being laid out like a buffet for these two gorgeous men.

  She glanced from one to the other, wondering if they were bisexual, but they both had eyes only for her.

  "This one is mine," Cunningham said. "I want her used thoroughly, but she's mine."

  "Forever?" Jonathan asked, his tone goading.

  "For today." His tone left no room for argument.

  With a jerk of his shoulders, Jonathan moved back, then busied himself with removing her shoes as if that had been his sole intention all along.

  "Now, Elle, if anything happens that makes you uncomfortable, you are to let us know so that we can decide if we want to stop."

  "… Or kick it up a notch," Jonathan suggested ominously. His low laugh made Elle shiver. "But given your psych evaluation results, we think we've got you figured out well enough."

  Cunningham unzipped his pants and pulled out the largest cock Elle had ever seen firsthand. She'd only had a few boyfriends, so she could easily enumerate the number of cocks she'd met, but Cunningham was undeniably in a league of his own. It wasn't just that it was long—though it certainly was north of eight inches—but the girth was substantially more than she'd ever seen before. Despite their many penile differences, all of her partners had been the same thickness.

  Oh, she'd always fantasized about a fat cock. Something to stretch her pussy and really fill her up. She didn't even see ones she liked in porn, at least, not often. Her eyes met Cunningham's, and when she saw his cocked eyebrow, she realized she'd been smiling in anticipation.

  "Open up, Elle. This is your punishment for messing with the plants."

  He slowly pushed his thick, swollen head over her tongue. The skin was smooth but firm and tasted just a little bit salty. Jonathan moved around the table and placed one hand over her breast as he undid his pants. Elle didn't have time to see what kind of cock he had for her because Cunningham picked up the rhythm, pulling all of her attention back onto him.

  Her eyes locked with his as he moved deeper into her mouth. His hands cradled her head, supporting it and taking the strain off her neck as he pushed in. When he touched the back of her throat, she twisted and squirmed.

  "Only five inches. Cunningham, she'll have to be trained," Jonathan said.

  "She'll get there," Cunningham said before pressing himself back into her mouth. "If she doesn't, I'll have to find another way to punish her."

  Jonathan bent over her hips. "She's burning hot," he said before applying his mouth over her panties. He drew the thin fabric aside and slid his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her.

  Cunningham worked her mouth. When he finally got her to accommodate all of him, she was rewarded with the sensation of the base of his cock against her lips, and her nose pushed against his body. With Jonathan pleasuring her pussy, the world started to swim. She moaned, then coughed, then she panicked and gagged.

  Cunningham moved back and caressed her cheek.

  Jonathan sat up from his feast and laughed. "Elle, you're going to have to work overtime until you get your gag reflex under control."

  Elle's lids fluttered closed. "Yes, Jonathan."

  "Might as well start now," Cunningham said firmly. "Jonathan, would you mind?"

  Elle's head was turned the other direction, and a large, bulbous head slid over her lips. He tasted delicious, and despite the earlier teasing, he was being kind to her, never giving her more cock than she could handle. She snuck a peek up and saw that his head was thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

  Cunningham peeled off her panties while Jonathan rocked into and out of her mouth. Then Cunningham's mouth pressed against her, skin on skin. Elle's moan was cut off by Jonathan's erection, and he squeezed a finger in her mouth. "Gotta get you ready to do a better job with Cunningham," Jonathan gasped. "Because I suspect you're going to rack up the punishments very quickly."

  Elle liked his cock and finger together in her mouth. She felt rather dirty in any event. Too bad both men were so large because it would have been nice to get both cocks into her mouth, or at least both of the heads. She'd seen it in a porn once and had found it very hot.

  She jerked suddenly and tried to squeeze her legs closed.

  "Relax." Cunningham had started to lick his way along her folds, tickling her clit and fingering open her tight pussy. He knew just how to touch her, and she moaned and shivered under his ministrations.

  Jonathan pulled his cock free and inserted three fingers into her mouth. "Stick out your tongue," he said.

  She did, moaning because Cunningham had brought her to the brink of orgasm, but he didn't seem inclined to let her over the edge. Jonathan used the fingers of both hands to keep her jaw wide open. Then he fucked her mouth, ramming his rigid shaft all the way into her. When he stopped thrusting, his cock pulsed in her mouth, and he slapped her cheek lightly. "We're taking it easy on you, you know," he said as he squeezed one of her hard nipples.

  She grunted most unladylike, and Cunningham stood. "Jonathan, we'd better get into your office. I don't want her cries bringing in the whole office. She's not ready for that."

  "Good point," Jonathan panted. He eased up. "You'd never guess that I came three times this morning."

  "Oh, I'd guess," Cunningham said grimly, but with a twinkle in his eye. Then both men laughed. Cunningham scooped her up as if she were weightless, and Jonathan opened the door.

  Elle worried that another employee would see her, but she decided that if the men weren't concerned, she probably shouldn't be, either. The time to protest was long past, so she turned her head into Cunningham's shoulder and let him cradle her, pretending for a moment that he was more than her new boss, that he was her boyfriend, protecting her and sharing her.

  They didn't go far, just a few doors over. Cunningham set her on her feet and Elle blushed as she took in the office. There was a bed pulled down from the wall. She had the impression it wasn't often stowed away
.

  Handcuffs dangled from another wall, and cuffs for the ankles as well. Strange chains and straps dangled from the ceiling.

  "You actually work here?" Elle asked, incredulous.

  "Ah, so that's what your voice sounds like," Jonathan said. He seemed genuinely surprised. "Very sexy. And yes, I work here when all this stuff is put away. Maybe I was optimistic, getting it ready," he added thoughtfully. "But I had a good feeling about you."

  Elle smiled shyly. "What about the other workers?"

  "Everyone who works here has been carefully screened. Clients don't drop by unexpectedly, and to most people, this is just another office."

  "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 shir
ts 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.