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12 Tawdry Tales

Office Gang Bang Of The 19 Year Old Intern

Gang Bang Of The 19-Year-Old Intern 2:

Daddy Pounded Me From Behind on Daddy-Daughter Work Day

Daddy & His Partners GANGBANG Me on Daddy-Daughter Work Day

By Deborah Cockram

Tied Up, Stripped, & Ravished On The Elevator By My Boss

Gangbanged by Strangers: Tied Up, Stripped, Fucked Hard

Gang Banged by Lesbians: Tied Up, Stripped & Fucked Hard

Kidnapping & Ravishing the Bound, Helpless Judge

Ravishing & Humiliating The HOT SEXY JUDGE AGAIN

Ravishing & Humiliating the Mayor:

Gangbanging the Tied-Up Mayor ROUGH & HARD:

Ravishing The Boss Lady At Work:

of Office Gangbangs, Workplace Bondage & On-The-Job Backdoor Bangings

By Deborah Cockram

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Office Gang Bang Of The 19 Year Old Intern

By Deborah Cockram

Mr. Powers stood when I stepped into his office. He's more than double my age – I'm not good at figuring out how old people are, but I'd guess mid-forties, possibly a year or two older. He was a large man, not particularly tall – about six feet I think – but wide and thick in the shoulders, with a barrel chest.

He gestured for me to sit down. I did, slowly, grabbing the arms of the chair, easing myself down on the cushion. I had spent the first part of the morning standing at my desk. I really didn't want to walk around much after yesterday, I was so sore, but sitting was even worse.

Mr. Powers lowered himself into the large, high-back leather office chair behind his giant teakwood desk. Behind him the large corner window showed a view of rolling countryside, mountains in the distance, He propped his elbows on his desk, laced is fingers together and looked at me, his face hard and serious.

"Rachel, I'm afraid we have some serious business to discuss."

He turned his computer monitor so that I could see the screen, then pushed a button in his keyboard. A video popped up, showing me walking into the second floor conference room.

My stomach clenched, and I had a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of my belly. I recognized the video – it was shot just yesterday, not more than a half-hour after the office had closed, though I didn't know there had been a video. It showed me walking to the end of the conference table, Nicholas Puckett sitting there, a goofy grin on his face. He loosened, then undid his tie.

"You are a beautiful creature," he said.

Mr. Powers hit a button to stop the video.

"I don't think we need to go any further," he said, his voice stern.

I closed my eyes, fought to keep the tears back. He wouldn't have to go much further to see me undress, to see…I didn't want to think about it.

"Rachel, I don't mean to excuse my junior executives who were involved in this. I'm taking appropriate disciplinary action against them. Serious action. But Rachel, I don't think I can have anyone working here who exhibited the lack of judgment you showed."

"Mr. Powers, I'm sorry, I…" I didn't know what else to say. I had been tied up and gangbanged, right here in the office, and he was going to fire me for my "lack of judgment?" I felt like I was being violated all over again.

Well, okay, not exactly. Nothing could be as bad as what they did to me last night.

"I don't want to get into any sordid details – quite honestly, there's nothing you can say that would excuse what's on this video – but how did you manage to let yourself get caught up in this?"

I buried my face in my hands, fought to keep my emotions in check. I regained a little composure, then dropped my hands to my lap, looked Mr. Powers straight in the face and told him how it happened.

*****

Internships are supposed to be how we get real world experience, see professionals in action, learn something in a work environment, outside the classroom.

In reality, interns are gophers, cheap labor used to empty the trash, go on coffee runs, file everyone's paperwork. I skipped summer cheerleading camp – gave up my cheerleading scholarship – when I snagged the internship at Powers, Martin and Jacobs. It's an advertising agency that never takes interns my age – I'm nineteen – but they made an exception for me.

See, I graduated from high school early, when I was sixteen, and I had already finished enough advance placement courses to get credit for a full semester of college. Now, two years later I'm nineteen and have the equivalent of three years of college work behind me. I guess that was impressive enough to get me the summer job. Either that, or maybe it was the dress I wore for my interview – low cut and flashing plenty of leg.

Still, I've been on the job for three weeks now, and the closest I've come to anything remotely resembling marketing work is running a jump drive down to the print shop for some quick brochure printing.

So I thought what do I have to lose?

I was making copies for Mrs. Jacobs – the dragon lady they all call her – when Nicholas walked by. I casually lifted my dress, flashed a little thigh at him. He looked me in the face when I did and I smiled, then turned away. I was going for shy, and I think it worked. A minute later he stepped back to the copier, file folder in hand. He smiled, but didn't say anything.

The copier made its clicking sound, spitting out papers, collating them. I glanced at him again. "Can I help you?"

He waved the folder at me. "Just need to make copies."

Well, I knew that made no sense. Nicholas thought he was a hot shot executive on his way to one day being partner. No way he was standing in line at the copier, especially when he could just make me do it.

I touched the pause button when he wasn't looking. "Oh, not again," I said, mock frustration in my voice. I leaned over, way over, pretending to check for a paper jam, making sure my dress hiked way up, giving Nicholas an eye full of thighs.

"Let me take a peek," he said. I stepped aside, let Nicholas squat next to the copier, watched while he opened first one door, then another, making thoughtful "hmm" and "oh," noises. When he wasn't looking I reached over and pushed unpause, and when he shut the paper tray door it started up.

"Oh, you did it," I said, working a little admiration into my voice.

He smiled. Nicholas had no idea why it had started up, but I guessed he was about to take credit.

"It's no biggie, happens a lot," he said, without offering any more.

I leaned into him, looked up into his face. "Thanks, Nick. Let me know if I can repay the favor." I smiled, and felt the bulge in his pants. I turned back to the copier, gathered all the papers and walked away, looking back over my shoulder. Nicholas was staring at me, holding the file folder in front of his cock to hide his erection.

Later I was eating lunch outside on one of the benches in the park across the street. Nicholas strolled over and sat next to me.

"How's the internship so far?" he asked, flashing a smile..

Crappy, all I do is grunt work. That's what I thought. "Oh, it's okay. I enjoy watching you work, but I wish I could learn more, get a closer look at how you put together your proposals. "

Nicholas looked out over the park, pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Rach…I can call you Rach, can't I?"

Actually, I hate the name. "Yes, of course."

"I think I can help. You're special Rach, you have a lot of talent."

And you can tell that by how I deliver coffee every morning?

"I'm not really supposed to do this, but I'd be willing to give you some insight into what I do, take you in when we put together some presentations."

He looked around, then ran his finger along my thigh. "Maybe we could help each other."

I smiled. "Maybe so."

We sat like that, silent, for several minutes, his hand on my thigh. He glanced at his watch. "Have to get back. What about we meet in the staff conference room tonight, maybe around six-thirty?"

I licked my lip. "I'll be there."

*****

Six-thirty came, and I stood outside the conference room. I felt like a hundred butterflies were rolling around inside my stomach, fighting for space. I wondered what would happen – I mean, I know what he wanted, wondered how far I'd have to go, how much I might have to let him do to appease him, get what I wanted.

Earlier today, playing around at the copier, the idea of maybe having sex to further my career seemed like something I could do – hell, you hear about that all of the time. But now, knowing Nicholas was on the other side of this door, I just wasn't so sure.

I inhaled deeply, screwed up my courage, pushed open the door, slipped in and let it close behind me.

Nicholas was sitting at the conference table, a goofy grin on his face. He loosened his tie, then slipped it from around his neck.

"You are a beautiful creature," he said, leaning back in the chair. "Take your dress off."

I felt my face flush, which caught me a little by surprise. I guess I expected … I don't know, kissing, maybe some sort of foreplay, him trying to go further than I wanted, me fighting him off.

I smiled, felt heat radiating from my face. I walked over to him, sat down, reached over and put my hand on his.

"Nicholas, can't we just talk a little, maybe—"

He grabbed my hands and jerked me from the chair down to my knees. Before I could react he pushed me down on the floor, unzipped my dress.

"Nick, please!" I cried out.

He stood, yanked me to my feet, and before I knew it I was standing there, dressed only in my bra and panties, my dress on the floor around my feet. Then he unsnapped my bra. Instinctively I crossed my arms over my breasts. He leaned against me, from behind, and though he was still dressed I could feel his cock, large and full, through his pants.

I shivered, scared now.

"Nicholas, please, I don't thi—"

He reached around me, grabbed my wrists and pulled them down, then behind me. I gasped when I felt his tie wrap around my right wrist. I tried pulling away, but he was surprisingly strong.

"Now, now, my pet, you wanted my help. You have to play nice." With that he crossed my wrists, wrapped the tie around them several times, then tied it so tight I could feel my hands falling asleep already.

He turned me around and kissed me, hard, his lips pressing against mine until it hurt. I felt his tongue inside my mouth, his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples.

"Ow," I said and tried pulling away.

"Where do you think you're going young one?" He bent down, scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the table. I tried kicking and jerking – even if that meant I'd fall to the floor, I didn't care. Suddenly I wanted out of there, away from him. Nicholas laid me on the table, on my back, my legs hanging off the end. It was uncomfortable, painful even. My heart beating faster, sweat was starting to bead up on my body.

Within seconds Nicholas was naked, standing at the end of the table. He yanked the panties off of me.

"Please, no Nicholas, please, stop this, let's talk."

He ignored my pleas as lifted my legs and put his cock against my cunt. He smiled, then shoved his dick into me as hard and deep as he could – no play, nothing gradual, he just slammed into me, pulled back and thrust again. Pain exploded from inside me – God, this hurt, and I was absolutely helpless to do a damn thing to stop him.

I cried out, begging him to stop, my heart slamming inside my chest now. I tried kicking him, but he just slapped my legs, hard, then yanked them to the side.

Without warning he pulled out, completely, and stepped away.

Good God, he was going to quit.

"Oh thank you, I'll…just thank you," I said. I know it was foolish to thank him – the asshole had stripped me, tied me up and rammed his cock in me, but here, now, I thought maybe he was having second thought, was listening to me as I begged him to stop, so I thanked him profusely.

"Will you untie me, please?" I asked. I hated the way I sounded, begging, voice high and tight, but right that second I didn't care, I just wanted out of there.

He smiled, shook his head from side to side making "tsk, tsk" noises.

Nicholas walked to the side door, the one that leads to some of the offices.

"Nick, wha—"

Before I could finish, he opened the door. Peter and Roger, two other junior account executives, stepped in.

"Wh…" my voice gave way. I didn't know what to say, do. I tried sitting up, turning away.

Nicholas was on me in a second, between my legs, cock ramming inside me again. I tried kicking at him, but he held my legs against either side of his body. He kept thrusting, his cock filling me, stretching me inside – his cock was huge, and while I was no virgin, I hadn't been with that many guys, and I never, ever liked it rough.

I started to scream, to call out when I felt hands on my head. Roger was standing next to the table, his fingers in my hair, turning my head. He was nude now. His cock brushed my lips. A shudder of uncertainty ran through me. There was no way I was going to take that cock in my mouth. Nicholas was bad enough, pounding at my pussy, but I was not going to take anything in my mouth.

I tried turning my head away.

Roger smiled, then he looked down where Nicholas was and nodded. That's when I noticed Peter was gone – nowhere in my line of sight.

And then it happened – Nicholas kept his cock in me, but he lifted my leg, up over him and brought it down on his other side, so that my legs were next to one another, my body twisted, partially on my side, his cock still in me. Then I felt another cock, Peter's, pushing against my asshole.

It slipped in. He had lubricated it, thank god, with something that was cold and gooey, but god damn, it burned. I mean fresh, raw agony erupted from my ass. I'd never had a dick up my ass before, and even though he pushed in only an inch or so, it felt like he was stretching me in all sorts of directions.

I struggled, I tried rolling, kicking, but I couldn't move, and the more I fought the harder Nicholas rammed inside me. Then Peter pushed harder, and I felt like something inside my ass was stretching in ways it wasn't meant to stretch, felt like something was about to rip.

I screamed. With all I had in my I screamed, but Roger forced his cocked in my mouth, deep in, so that I couldn't bite down, couldn't even move my head, and he cut off my scream within a second as he did. He twisted my hair around his fingers, pulled me forward as he pushed in, his cock passing over my tongue, touching the back of my throat before pulling back again. He kept moving forward and back, his balls smacking against my face with each thrust, filling my mouth, stretching my jaws so damn wide, gagging me every time he reached the back of my throat..

Nicholas and Peter, whether they meant to or not, had synchronized their thrusts, one going deep as the other pulled back, over and over. My whole body quivered, beyond all control. Peter hurt me the worse, ramming his cock in my ass so hard, so unmercifully deep. I tried screaming again, only to have my scream cut off, barely anything but a gurgled whimper slipping around Roger's cock. When I tried scream, he rammed harder, deeper, cutting off all of my air for a second, and I panicked, trying to kick and thrash, yanking against the tie that bound my wrists. The tie held tight, and Peter and Nicholas simply laughed, then slapped my hard on each thigh, the sting shooting through my body.

I shuddered again and then began concentrating on Roger's dick in my mouth. I wanted to throw up, but I was so afraid of not being able to breath, of gagging, that I had to focus on him. I pressed my tongue up against the bottom of his cock, pressing it against the roof of my mouth. That kept his cock from going so deep, though I found it revolting, but it was the only thing I could do.

He groaned – I think Roger licked me doing that, which made me hate him even more. I heard slapping – Peter slamming into me, Nicholas slamming into me, Roger's balls against my face with each of his thrusts.

Every nerve in my body felt on fire. Agony, humiliation, gripped me, the most intense pain, the most awful sense of being nothing but a damn slut, filled my mind. I screamed again, though it was nothing more than a muffled gag around Roger's cock. My heart felt like it was going to burst, I couldn't get my breath, then I felt Peter release, his cum filling my ass, warm and slippery. Then Roger reached climax, his cum filling my mouth, squirting against the back of my throat, shooting down inside me. I gagged, fought the urge to throw up, afraid I'd chock on my own vomit. I tried sucking on his cock, the cum coating it, rolling down my throat, dribbling from my mouth across my face.

Then Nicholas pulled out, calling my name, almost screaming it, and slammed his cock across my stomach, cum shooting onto my body. He rubbed his hands through, spread it over my breasts, on my nipples, pinching them – the new pain radiating across my breasts, fresh new spasms of shame and pain my body while Roger continued pumping inside my mouth. His balls slamming against my face, the hair ticking my skin, heightened every sensation.

Peter's movements – his agonizing, burning, movements – slowed, came to an end.

Finally all three of them stopped moving, their breathing slowing. My own body still shivered, my muscles contracting so hard it felt like cramps seizing them.

"Oh Jesus," I whispered when I could finally gasp the words. "I can't…can't…" I couldn't catch my breath. They rolled me over on my stomach, then a hand smacked my ass, followed by another and another. Each of them, spanking me, in turn, until I felt heat radiating from my ass. I flinched with each blow, tears forming in my eyes. I felt so damn humiliated, yet somewhere in the back of my mind I also felt like I deserved it, deserved being spanked. I helpless to stop them anyway, and each slap shot fresh new waves of shame and agony to my body.

Eventually, they stopped.

I lay on my stomach on the hard table, the cum Nicholas had squirted over me growing cold and sticky. I kept my eyes closed for the longest time, weeping, tears running down my face. I heard movement, not caring what was happening.

"Rach."

It was Nicholas' voice.

I opened my eyes, rolled onto my side. The three of them stood there, fully dressed. They reached over, grabbed me be the arms and lifted me.

"Wow, you have a mess to clean up," Peter said.

They laughed.

"Please," I said, just wanting them to leave, to take their hands from me and get out.

Nicholas shook his head side to side.

"Not till you clean up," he said, motioning to the cum-covered table.

"But…"

Nicholas stepped to me, put his finger over my lips. Then he reached down and smacked my ass hard.

"Clean the table. Lick it up."

I began weeping again. "Please, don't make me. Just let me go," I begged.

He smiled, then stepped over to the end of the table, opened a drawer, then pulled out two paper clamps, the little black things that hold loads of paper together.

"Nick?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Too late," he said, stepping toward me, reaching for my breasts. I screamed turned and tried to run – I felt so damn foolish, like nothing more than an animal, naked, hands tied, breasts bouncing wildly as I ran, but I was so scared.

They laughed, Peter going one way around the table, Roger the other, until they had me trapped. Peter grabbed me and held while Roger squeezed my breasts, leaning over, biting first my left nipple, then my right, pulling away hard as he did, stretching my nipples.

"Please, damn it, no," I screamed.

Roger reached down, stabbed his finger in my pussy and began wiggling up and down, violently, little waves of pain shooting from me.

"That's enough," Nicholas said.

Roger pulled his hand away, Peter held me while Nicholas reached out, cupped my left breast and put one of the clamps over my nipple. He let it close, and I screamed, the hard, sharp pain more than I had ever felt before. He grabbed my right breast and did the same, and my nipples felt like they were on fire, the clamps held so tightly.

"Now, clean the table or things will just get worse," he said.

I turned to the table, awkwardly leaned over and began licking. It was all I could do to keep from gagging, and doing that was beyond humiliating, but at that point I didn't care. I was a god-damn slave, their sexual toy, and all I cared about was getting this done and seeing if they'd let me go.

"Very good," Nicholas said.

For forty minutes I did that, licking, cleaning the table, chairs, my nipples on fire at first, then growing painfully numb, my ass on fire from having a cock up it. Finally I finished, and wondered what was next. My hands were still bound, and it was getting late. All I really wanted was to get out of there, to get home, shower, and sit, soaking in a hot tub.

When I was done, Nicholas grabbed me, pressing his mouth to mine in a long, hard, painful kiss, fresh fiery pain erupting from my nipples as he pressed against me.

When he was done Nicholas untied me.

"See you tomorrow, Rach," he said. "I'm a man of my word. You're assisting me with a couple of new accounts starting in the morning."

Then the three of them walked out.

*****

Mr. Powers sat, impassive. He'd listened to the entire story, leaning back in his chair, unmoving. I don't know much about Mr. Powers, but I expected something – a gasp, a red face, parted lips, maybe just arched eyebrows. Instead, he watched me, listened to every word, as if he were listening to one of his employees give a marketing report.

He leaned over the edge of his desk, large forearms resting there.

"You're only nineteen?"

His question caught me off guard. After all I'd shared, that was the question he asked?

"Yes."

"I was led to believe that you were older, twenty-one at least."

He said nothing for the longest time.

"Even in that, Mr. Puckett was dishonest." He pursed his lips, then sighed. "I'm glad you shared this with me, Rachel. I had no idea…I see my planned action against my associates wasn't severe enough. This gives me a clearer picture of who they are."

"Mr. Powers, please," I begged. Suddenly I was defending them, trying to keep them from getting in trouble, though I don't know why. I wasn't sure if I still thought Nicholas could help me advance, or if I was just scared of what else they might do to me.

"I didn't mean to get them in trou—"

"Nonsense," he said. "As I said, we expect a certain level of conduct by those who work here. There's no room for these three in my firm.

"As for you, Rachel, I'm afraid nothing's changed. We can't have you on staff either, even as an intern. We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management. We'll give you a clean reference, and pay you the stipend we'd agreed for the summer, but I'm afraid I'll need you to clear out your things."

I stared at Mr. Powers. My lip trembled, and I feared I was going to cry – those three had fucking ravished and tormented me – not that I minded all that much – but now he was firing me.

Slowly I stood, left his offices, packed up my things and left. When I reached the sidewalk outside I saw Nicholas, throwing a box of his personal items into the trunk of his car. The box turned over, and I could hire the clank of pictures and personal items spreading out inside the trunk. He slammed it shut, cussing under his breath, climbed in his car and squealed the tires as he pulled out.

*****

That evening I sat in my car, parked across the street from Mr. Powers' house. It's easy for someone like that, in his corner office, big window looking out over the countryside, to be in control, to maintain a certain decorum.

Here in his home, though, his reaction might be different. I was dressed in my sexiest, skimpiest short black dress, and I was going to make him want me, make him take me, and then I'd have my job back. Maybe more.

I know, it sounds bad, but damn, after what they did to me yesterday, why not? My freedom had been stole, my sexual choices taken, forever. Maybe, just maybe, I could use that, play that game.

He had gone into his home just minutes before. I was giving him a bit of time to get settled in. Just as I reached for the door handle, a black Lexus pulled into his driveway. The door opened, and the Dragon Lady – Mrs. Jacobs – climbed out. She hurried to the front door and let herself in.

I think I had just found my way back into the company.

The End

Gang Bang Of The 19-Year-Old Intern 2:

Senior Partners Take Their Turn

By Deborah Cockram

I slipped down in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. My ass was still sore from what Nicholas and his friends had done to me last night, though the burning had finally subsided. Just thinking about it, their cocks up my ass, in my pussy – I shuddered at the memory, at the humiliation and helpless while they …well, there's no other way to say this, while they gang-banged me.

I had been waiting here for an hour, parking on the side of the road. Mr. Powers had arrived at his home a half hour earlier, and I was about to slip from my car and put my plan into action when another car pulled into his driveway.

Her car.

I watched as Ms. Jacobs – the Dragon Lady – let herself into Mr. Powers home, and I remembered the words he had said to me earlier that day, when he fired me.

"We can't have you on staff either, even as an intern. We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," he had said of the reason for letting me go – that, and the fact I was just 19 years old. He thought I was 21, because I was an advanced student, already in my junior year of college.

Mostly, though, it was because of what happened last night.

He had seen a video – I don't know how he got a copy, didn't even know a video had been made – of me from the night before, in the staff conference room. Nicholas, the top junior associate in the company, had stripped me naked and tied my hands, then he and Peter and Roger, two other associates, had gangedd me on the conference table, kissing, touching, fucking me in the ass, cumming in my mouth, doing most everything you could imagine, before making me lick up all the cum from the table – and making me pay so bad when I didn't do it the way they wanted.

It was the wildest, most sensual experience I'd ever had. Sure, it had hurt, it was frightening when they all went down on me, but it did do one thing for me – now I feel almost shameless, knowing nothing could be worse than that. I'll do anything to keep this job, to keep my career on track.

That's why I'm here, outside Mr, Powers' home. I had come here, to Mr. Powers home, dressed in my sexiest, skimpiest short black dress, and I was going to make him want me, make him take me, and then I'd have my job back. Maybe more.

Then I saw Ms. Jacobs – Fonda, I think her first name is, though everyone at work calls her Dragon Lady. She's tall, nearly as tall as Mr. Powers, and slender, with mocha-colored skin and long, thick black hair. She would be pretty if she ever smiled, but Ms. Jacobs looks as if she's about to rip someone's face off, or worse.

She pulled into his drive, slipped from the car – she was wearing a long trench coat, which was odd given how warm it was, then slipped into his house. Seeing her walk into Mr. Powers' home was kind of shocking. Hell, seeing her walk into anyone's home is shocking.

I opened my car door, walked across the street and up to his door. I rang the bell. A minute later the door opened. Mr. Powers stood there – he's not a tall man, maybe only six-feet, but he's large, barrel chested, with wide shoulders and a thick neck, like he had been a football player in his younger days and had kept working out all these years. He has thick black and gray hair. He was still dressed in the suit pants he'd worn to work, though his shirt was gone – he wore only a crisp, white t-shirt. I don't know how old he is, though I'd guess mid to late forties. I figured Ms. Jacobs at around forty.

"Rachel?"

Ah, I have him. He's surprised.

In all that he saw on the video, in everything I said earlier today describing what the three junior partners had done to me, he looked no more than mildly interested, as if he were hearing the latest financial projections for the month. No raised eyebrow, no redness in the face, no disgust or fascination – just an odd detachment. That had been on his turf, in his office, everyone dressed up in their best business attire.

Now, standing here on his front porch, dressed in my skimpy little dress, I had him off-balance, either because of the way I looked, or because he had the Dragon Lady inside.

"Mr. Powers, I…" I looked down, like I was struggling with what to say, playing with the edge of my dress, pulling at it to flash a little more thigh. "I was hoping we could talk about my job."

He sighed, leaned against the door frame. "There's nothing to discuss, Rachel. Your intern position was terminated. We'll honor your summer stipend, supply you with a reference, but as I explained this morning, that sort of behavior cannot be condoned among our associates, particularly on business property."

I stepped forward until I was almost leaning into Mr. Powers. I looked up at him, giving my best wide-eyed, innocent young girl face.

"We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," I said, repeating what Mr. Powers had told me earlier today. "Isn't that what you said?"

I leaned more, my breasts barely touching him.

He sighed. "Yes, that's correct."

I put my hands up on his shoulders. I could feel a small shudder roll through his body, though he managed to keep his face impassive.

"Then why did I see Ms. Jacobs slip into your house a few minutes ago?"

He stepped back, put his hands on my arms, squeezed slightly. "Rachel, you need to go."

I glanced down, saw his cock bulging through his pants. I smiled, looked up into his face and gently touched his crotch.

"Is that for me, then, or for Ms. Jacobs?"

He sighed. Before he could say anything, she stepped up behind him.

"Let her in, Eli," she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

I could tell by his face Mr. Powers didn't like the idea, but he stepped aside, gestured for me to enter. I went in.

She was dressed in a sheer black teddy – ah, now the coat makes sense. That's all she had on under the trench coat.

"You're that intern, right?" she asked.

I nodded.

"The one in the video?"

I felt my face flush. I had no idea Mr. Powers had shared it.

"It's okay, sweetie, we had to watch it together this morning, before we decided what to do with you."

"How many people saw it?" I was suddenly nervous, taken aback by the idea of that video, of me tied up and the junior partners gangbanging me in the conference room, getting into general circulation. I had no idea they were videoing when we did it, and I assumed this morning that only Mr. Powers had seen it, when he fired me.

"Relax, just the two of us," Ms. Jacobs – Fonda – said. "We're the managing partners, the two of us had to watch it. Nothing personal, just business."

She produced a memory stick, one that looked similar to the one Mr. Powers had the video on this morning.

"Tonight, though, we were going to take another look, strictly for pleasure."

I wasn't sure what to say. I'd come here to seduce Mr. Powers, then thought I had my chance to blackmail him when I saw the Dragon Lady enter his home. Now, standing here, I wasn't sure if she was teasing me in some cruel fashion or if she was serious.

"Of course," she stepped behind me, leaned against me, her breasts pushing against my back, her mouth next to my ear as she whispered. "Now we have the real thing." She ran her hands along my shoulders, down my arms.

My breath caught in my throat. I tried to keep a shudder from running through my body. I wasn't successful, and she laughed as she felt the shiver roll through me.

"That's what you'd like, isn't it?"

I closed my eyes. Her breath was hot on my neck. Suddenly I had flashbacks to the night before, when Nicholas yanked my clothes off, tied my hands.

Before I knew it, she grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. From somewhere she had a rope – she crossed my arms behind my back, so that my forearms were parallel, and she tied me that way. A tiny seed of fear sprouted deep inside me.

Mr. Powers stepped forward, took my face in his hands and kissed me, hard and deep, tongue slipping between my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, trying desperately to turn away and then Dragon Lady pulled the ropes tight. She fell to her knees, began kissing along the back of my thighs – and now I was trembling, tears forming in my eyes.

Without warning Mr. Powers ripped my blouse open, then stepped away, left the room. He returned with a pair of scissors. My body trembled uncontrollably now as he cut my clothes away – the blouse, my skirt, then he sliced off my bra. He dropped the scissors to the ground and cupped my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples, kissing me hard on the mouth.

"Please," I whispered, turning from Mr. Powers' kiss as Fonda's fingers played along the edge of my panties.

"Please?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I whispered, struggling to even give voice to the words, I was so scared. "I…please don't do this. Don't do this…".

Suddenly, she stood and slapped my ass hard, twice.

"You do not speak unless we ask you to," she said, her voice now hard. "Do you understand?"

"What? I—"

Another smack, this time much harder, from Mr. Powers.

I looked at him. He smiled, but there was little humor in the grin. That little seed of fear I felt earlier suddenly bloomed.

Fonda began looping more rope around my arms, not just the forearms but my upper arms, tying them tightly together, then lashing my arms to my body. She wrapped the rope around me several times, looping it around each breasts until she had bound them as well. By the time she was done, I couldn't move my arms at all, and even my breasts were tied so tightly they didn't move much.

That's when he smacked me again, on the ass, over and over.

"Please," I cried. "Please stop."

Dragon Lady grabbed my hair and yanked back, then kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her other hand on my sore breasts, grasping them hard, playing with my nipples. She let go, slipped her teddy off and let it drop to the floor.

They forced me to my knees. Mr. Powers undressed, smiling at me the whole time. Finally he stood in front of me, nude, his cock in my face. She stood behind me, straddling me so that the back of my head was against her pussy.

Then Fonda showed it to me – the strap on. I squirmed, pleaded – I was afraid she was going to put it on, ram it up my ass. I was still sore from last night, from having those cocks inside my ass.

Instead, Fonda looped the strap-on's belt and around my face, head. One strap she put right over my eyes, so that I couldn't see. The other she wrapped around my face, right above my upper lip and below my nose. The third length of harness she wrapped around my throat. When Fonda pulled tight, the harness squeezed my neck, cut off part of my breath. I panicked, tried getting away.

Mr. Powers grabbed my breasts, pinched my nipples and pulled. I cried out.

"Remain still, or I can always squeeze more." He gave my breasts a quick hard squeeze to demonstrate. When he did, another shudder ran through me. I was so damn scared, I didn’t know what to do.

Soon enough Fonda was done. The strap-on was hanging from the back of my head, held firmly in place by the harness around my face and neck.

That's when Mr. Powers stepped up to me, his cock against my face. I struggled, tried turning away, but Fonda held my head firm in her hands and Mr. Powers pushed his cock against my mouth. I refused to part my lips, but then he pinched my nostrils shut. I held as long as I could, finally gasping for breath. When I did, he shoved his cock all the way in, touching the back of my throat.

I gagged, at first, but then he pulled back and shoved again. This time I pushed under his cock with my tongue, guided it a bit, then when he pulled back I sucked as hard as I could.

He gasped, then shoved in hard, and once again I pushed under his cock with my tongue. He still touched the back of my throat, but not as hard.

Fonda moved forward, her pussy against the back of my head, the strap-on slipping inside her cunt. She moaned, pulled back just a bit then thrust against the back of my head, forcing my face forward, making me take his cock in even deeper.

Then I heard them, felt them, their bodies pressed against one another above my head, kissing, his hands on her shoulders, on her breasts, her hands holding my head still.

He thrust harder, faster. She did as well. They were both fucking my head – he with his cock so deep in my mouth it felt as if he would stretch my jaws apart, she slamming her pussy against the back of my head, taking the strap-on deep inside her.

My own breathing, already difficult because of the way they surrounded my head with their crotches, came fast and shallow now, my heart slammed inside my chest.

Sweat rolled off their bodies, mingling with the sweat on my own body. I pulled at the ropes with all I was worth – I wanted desperately to push at them, fight to get free, but I was absolutely helpless.

I sucked as hard as I could each time Mr. Powers pulled back, then rammed my head backwards as forcefully as I could every time he thrust forward, pushing the strap-on deep into Fonda. I know that sounds odd, sucking on his cock, but it's the only thing I could do to lessen the gag reflex, to keep from losing it. Maybe, just maybe, if I could get him to cum soon I could get this over with, get out of here. Right that second I didn't give a damn about the internship or career, I just wanted to get as far away from all of them as I could.

I felt Fonda wrap her fingers with my hair and pull harder. Mr. Powers slammed against me with more force, his balls hitting me on the chin, his public hair scratching my face.

Fonda was gasping now, even as they kissed. My own breathing – strained as it was around Mr. Powers cock – was shallow and jagged.

She screamed, he called her name. They moved even faster, slamming against my head, my face. I tried calling out, moaning, but what little sound I could make was swallowed by their cries. Then Mr. Powers came, an explosion of gooey, salty cum filling my mouth, spurting down my throat, rolling over my lips and down my chin.

Fonda cried out, and I felt her cum, body shuddering, out of control, her own juices coating the strap-on, dripping down , matting my hair.

They kept moving – I'd never been with a man who came for so long, who kept thrusting, his cum continuing to fill my mouth.

Finally the two of them slowed, their gasping became heavy breathing, their movements coming to a stop. Mr. Powers pulled his cock from my mouth, Fonda stepped from behind me. Cum covered my mouth, chin, trickled down along the front of my throat.

She squatted in front of me, licked my lips then kissed me, her long, pointy tongue going deep into my mouth while her hands worked the strap-on, unfastening the harness and belt portions. She pulled it from my head, then stood and forced her pussy against my face.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

I pressed my lips to her pussy, barely, trying not to taste, to smell her.

"Go deep in me, tongue-fuck me, now."

I shook my head from side to side, and Dragon Lady reached down, pinched my ever-so-tender nipples and yanked. I screamed, and she stood, mashed her pussy to my face.

I flicked my tongue against her pussy. She gasped, then put her hands on the back of my head and shoved my face against her pussy.

"Yes," she whispered. "More, or I'll hurt you bad."

I thrust my tongue inside her, licking, tasking, running it along her clit. Again, she twisted my hair around her fingers, held me hard and fast against her pussy while she thrust forward. Her body shuddered, spasms rolling up and down as she cam again. She yanked so hard I feared she might pull my hair out. I bit, licked, shoved my tongue in as deeply as I could.

She screamed, body out of control, her juices coating my face.

Mr. Powers knelt behind me, reached around and began fondling my breasts. They were sore, and I shuddered at his touch. My whole body seemed to convulse, shivers and shudders running through me.

I pulled back from Fonda and cried out. She yanked me forward by my hair while Mr. Powers squeezed my nipples.

"Don't you dare stop you little slut," she called out, thrusting back and forth against me so hard it hurt.

Finally, again, her thrusting slowed, her body stopped shivering. My body ached, my mouth hurt.

They stepped away from me, kissing one another, caressing, while I knelt on the floor, watching. They stopped after a couple of minutes, stepped over to me and both sat on the floor.

Before I could say anything, they pushed me to the ground, face first, and Mr. Powers spanked me, his open palm smacking my ass over and over. I flinched, struggled, tried to roll away, but Fonda held me tight.

I cried, tears rolling down my face, like I was a child, begging them to stop.

After maybe fifteen or so smacks, he did. Mr. Powers rubbed my ass, gently, though it burned from his spanking, while Fonda took my face in her hands.

"If you're going to remain with our firm, you must learn to follow instructions. Tonight, your training begins."

THE END

Daddy Pounded Me From Behind on Daddy-Daughter Work Day

By Deborah Cockram

Cindy smiled when the door opened and she saw him there. Everyone else in the office knew him as Mr. Clay, the hard-nosed, get-it-right-the-first-time CEO.

Cindy knew him simply as Daddy, and she was so happy to be here, in his office. She'd been here for brief moments before, but this was the first time she had been allowed to come here and stay, interact with the staff.

Cindy was 18, and it was Bring Your Daughter To Work Day. Daddy had never let her come before – he said there were too many "adult" things going on at work, too much serious work. This year, though. he told her she was old enough to go with him, maybe site with Leslie, his executive secretary, learn from her what all goes into her job.

Cindy had protested that assignment a bit – her goal was to one day be just like her Daddy, the CEO, but he was old-fashioned, saying she was a woman, she would need to be something more appropriate, like and executive secretary.

"Women have a special place at work, and need to remember what that is," he had told her.

Cindy didn't argue much—she was just happy to be there.

"You buzzed, Mr. Clay?" Leslie asked.

She was there, at the door as well. Just a minute earlier Daddy had buzzed Leslie on the intercom, and Cindy thought it odd that Leslie took a moment to freshen her lipstick, check out her make-up before going to her Daddy's office. She also thought Leslie looked a little flushed as she stood there, waiting on a reply.

"Yes, I did Leslie," she said. "I needed to…ah…meet with you for a few minutes, go over the, um, agenda for this afternoon's board meeting."

"Oh, can I come Daddy?" Cindy said, almost giddy with excitement.

"Come where?"

"To the board meeting?"

Daddy pursed his lips. "You don't need to be there, just a bunch of boring business claptrap. Don't you worry your pretty little head over anything like that," he said, reached out, his fingers stroking through Cindy's long, blonde hair.

Cindy shuddered at the touch – she loved her Daddy, but when he did that, ran his fingers through her hair, there always seemed something other than just comfort in his touch. Something electric. Sensual. Terribly wicked.

"Oh, come on Daddy, I'm not going to be a secretary when I finish school. I'm going to be you – the CEO one day."

Cindy was surprised when she saw red rising in her Daddy's face.

"Cindy," he said, clenching his teeth. "We've been through this already, there is a place for girls like you and Leslie, and sitting in a business office isn't one of them."

Cindy crossed her arms. "I am NOT going to be like her," she said, nodding her head to Leslie.

"Damn you girl," Daddy said. He reached out, grabbed Cindy by the arm and yanked her into the office.

"Leslie, I'm afraid I'll have to cancel for now."

Without waiting for an answer he slammed the door shut, locked it, then pulled Cindy across the large office, then pushed her down in one of the plain, cloth-covered visitor chairs in front of his large, oak desk. He stepped to the edge of the desk, ran his fingers along the edge, then sat on the corner, one leg draped over the corner. He fingered the hard, smooth top.

“ Know what kind of wood this is?” he asked, his voice soft.

Cindy looked at him. Daddy was an average-looking man, bald on the top of his head, his face round and a little fleshy, the way men get when they age. But she knew him to be unlike any normal middle aged man. He was five-foot-ten, thick in the shoulders and arms – he worked out a lot, and could easily bench press more than double his weight.

“ I…I think it’s oak,” she said, not sure if she was supposed to give the correct answer or pretend to be dumb, so he could show off.

He smiled and nodded.

“ That’s right. That’s right.” He stopped fingering the desk, leaned over with his forearm resting on the leg draped over his desk. “Antique oak. Many executives like to use showy wood – teak, maybe a walnut or some sort of rare African wood, but not me.”

He paused, as if for effect. “This desk was built in 1846. That’s nearly one hundred and seventy years ago, probably when your great-great-great-grandfather was alive. And it’s oak. Strong, basic, hard wood.”

He stood, walked behind her. “You should know, my little princess, I’m a strong, basic kind of guy. Old-school. I don’t like emails, I don’t do my own letters, I may be the last executive in America who calls a secretary into his office to take dictation.”

A tremble rolled through Cindy when she felt his fingers running through her long hair.

“ And I’m one of the last businessmen who believes in the old ways, when men were men, and if you want something, you take it.”

He grabbed her hair and yanked, pulled her head back until she was facing the ceiling. Daddy leaned over her, pressed his lips to her mouth, his other hand playing down the front of her chest. He fondled her right breast.