Repair Job

[Hozzel]

Part 6

Dan woke late. In a surprisingly good mood, completely naked, he buzzed around the house cleaning and arranging and especially remembering. Despite its extensive workout yesterday and this morning, his cock stiffened several times. "Later, boy," he promised, almost giving in to the strong feelings of lust that cried to swamp his good sense. He showered, douched in case an opportunity might arise, and cleaned, dressed for the hot summer day in board shorts and T-shirt and sandals, drove to his office, fired up his workstation.

In less than an hour he wrote a program that extracted records from all the tables in the misbehaving database, trashed the rotten file itself, created a new one, then re-created the structure, imported the records, and rebuilt indexes. When it was finished but untested, he sent an email to the Down Below Club.

What, he wondered, made the data so important? He new better than to look. Hand-friend willfully demanded attention. Just as he opened an online vid featuring a naughty trans-sexual wrestling team about to gangbang the umpire, he received a reply email: "Bring the repaired database to the club now. Go straight to the office. Be prompt and be ready for your reward. We are both feeling particularly horny after yesterday's warm-up. E and X."

Dan's dirty mind whirled with possibilities and his throbbing boner agreed. Sex in Evan's office? A threesome with Evan and Xanthe? Woo-hoo!

At the Down Below Club, Simon escorted him past the glittering bar and sent him up the narrow stairs. The heavy office door swung open to reveal naked Xanthe seated behind the desk. Gold chains swayed across her pronounced breasts. Thick brown hair curled around her shoulders in an almost cuddly manner. She stood, crossed her arms and regarded him. He thought he saw signs of arousal: damp between her thighs, small nipples erect, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes focused on his face.

She saw him stare. She saw the goofy grin plastered on his gaping face. She glanced down and caught the outline of his willful friend standing at attention like a soldier about to do battle. She shook her head but smiled in appreciation.

"Each chain marks someone who made me feel it. Fit, faithful breeders who knew how to fill me properly and make me cum, just like you can. Each chain is an important gift, an exciting memory. This one, " her fingers slipped along the length of thick dull gold links, "is my first. From Evan. I like you. You made me cum last night. I find I want that again." Her glittered eyes narrowed. "Do you have the repaired database?"

He loved the sound of her husky Jamaican accent.

"Right here."

He held up a flashdrive and tried to count the chains. Five? Six? No, more. Every finger held a gold jeweled ring. Gold snakes wrapped around both biceps. Taking a deep breath, Dan walked around the desk and plugged the flashdrive into the computer. Leaning over, he felt her hand slip into the back of his shorts, fingers cup and squeeze. He copied the database file and opened the program Evan had written. He glanced and saw Xanthe's brown eyes scan the monitor as she clicked and typed. He saw her bring up a table labeled "Bookings" with dates and numbers and codes. Most showed GB, but there were others. T and F and Q and C and LGB.

"It seems to be working now," Xanthe said. "Evan will be pleased. These are her gangbang and playtime bookings and other appointments. As you can see, she is quite busy. I help her keep track of her activities. She would be quite lost without this."

Dan closed his mouth and swallowed. "Important stuff."

"Very. Her sexual appetite is extremely high, almost without limit. She likes her men and trans and sometimes women."

He pulled a form out of his pocket and unfolded it. "Here is the invoice."

Xanthe frowned. "Put it over there. Evan handles the financial affairs."

"Where is she?" Dan blurted too eagerly.

Xanthe shook her head but still smiled faintly. Her naturally stern manner suddenly softened. "Evan and I had planned to meet you together today and, well, take you to my dungeon and pay with the sexual currency employed by the club, but -" Xanthe looked up at him and her smile became devilish "- something else came up. Or I should say someone. Quite unexpected. She is occupied with him at the moment." Xanthe clicked an icon and brought up the security cam control. Another click and the same image swarmed on all the wall monitors in full living digital color.

Moans and laughter hit him first. Then he saw Evan and Ian roll together on a wide bed in a blue playroom. Her dark naked body contrasted sharply against the sky blue sheets. On her back, she embraced the big man with a warm passionate, tongue-filled kiss, beautiful knees bent wide, tall leather boots tucked behind Ian's muscular legs, her swollen cock hard and flat against her ribbed stomach, her balls round and full as if ready to pump her salacious seed in a sudden gigantic burst like a pulse rocket. She held out her arms. "Come here you beast," Dan heard. Ian - Master X - playfully descended. His thick long cock dangled between her thighs. His huge breasts mashed against Evan's. They laughed together, enjoying the warm sensations of their naked bodies twisting against each other. Playful lovers. Intimate friends. Comfortable. Giggles and laughter. Soft murmurs of pleasure.

Dan's mouth dropped open. He stared, transfixed by the erotic scene as it unfolded.

Xanthe pointed. "This is really turning me on." Her hand brushed his arm.

Ian pulled back and Dan saw the man's cock had swollen into a massive veiny club. Foreskin back, the shiny knob almost pulsed. Dan's ass literally twitched at the thought of being utterly destroyed by that monster penetrator.

Ian kissed down Evan's long, beautiful body - pausing momentarily at each breast causing her to coo and squirm in pleasure - until he reached her throbbing shecock. He took it into his mouth and loudly sucked as if it was his last meal. Evan moaned, "My God you're good at that," and flicked her fingers through his dark hair. "One of the best, hun."

"Practice makes perfect," Ian rumbled then continued licking and sucking.

Evan laughed. "For a man who likes women you sure have had a lot of practice with cock!" She squirmed when he sucked very hard. His thick fingers reached for her pliant breasts. She moaned in pleasure.

Dan expected a viscous monster to grab his stomach hard. But all he felt was awe at what he was seeing.

Xanthe slipped her fingers between his and said, "They haven't done this in a long time." She suddenly spun and knelt. In seconds, his pants puddled at his ankles. She took hold of his rising prick and started sucking him in almost the same manner as Ian was pleasuring Evan. Her experienced tongue and strong sucks shot electric sparks through his betraying body. He shuddered and took a deep breath.

"Watch them," she said and swallowed his swelling cock.

Ian sat up straight. Smiling wide, shoulders back, his big breasts ballooned. He smirked, gingerly tucked his legs in a pose Dan could never have accomplished, and pulled.

"Oh, fuck," he heard Evan gasp. "I forgot ... how big... Oh, fuck. No! Don't stop!" Her legs and arms wrapped around Ian's hips and pulled.

Dan's heart pumped like loud, silent music. That big thing must be hurting her, he worried, yet she laughed as if their sexual union was the greatest joy each had ever experienced. That did tug on Dan’s heart in an unexpected manner.

"Holy fuck," he heard. "Uuugggg...oh, fuck, oh fuck. Huge! Yes! Shove it all in! Aaahhhhh!"

Xanthe released him. "Sit." Dan mindlessly dropped into in the padded office chair. She pulled him to the edge, turned around, swung a short leg over his, and backed up. Her legs spread, her thighs pushed his together causing his balls to enlarge and cock to stand. His hands automatically held her waist as he peered around her body. He felt her fingers take his cock.

"Ooo," Dan heard Ian say loudly. "You're eager today!"

"And you're so damn huge! Feels as if I am being filled by a gorilla."

"Gorillas aren’t this big."

"How would you know? Ooo...fuck me anyway!" Evan squealed and tugged, rutting her lover deep. "It's been way too long between drinks with you."

Ian lunged and Evan laughed. Her knees rose, boot heels dug into the sides of the man’s flexing legs. They immediately started meeting each other, lunge for lunge, thrust for thrust, gasp for gasp. Mesmerized, Dan watched ripples wave through her midnight body. Her luscious body undulated as she met each of Ian's fierce jabs. He pushed and grunted with every powerful thrust like two rampant animals eager to mate. The man's strength and power amazed Dan. How can she take this punishment?

Xanthe lowered herself until she had Dan firmly rooted deep inside her tight vagina. She began to move and rub herself. A soft, uncontrolled  moan escaped. He felt her muscles clench.

Over her shoulder, Dan watched Evan's breasts bob wonderfully and waves quiver across her black skin. He watched her beautiful face twist in awe as powerful sexual feelings blasted through her lust-filled body. They both laughed as they fucked until pre-orgasmic urges forced her to moan louder, close her eyes, and twist her lovely head. Ian thrust on, keen to deliver. She fucked back, equally keen to receive.

Xanthe ground furiously back and forth. Her breathing became erratic. Her fingers dug into his shaking knees. He felt her squeeze his cock, momentarily taking his attention away from the scene.

Xanthe breathed, "Oh! You feel good. They ... they started fucking almost twenty years ago. But last time was, maybe, two, three years ago."

Dan felt his balls contract. No! Beginning to stand, Xanthe bounced him back into the chair. She tucked her wide-spread legs against his, holding him captive.

"Rub my slit," she ordered and pulled his hand between her firm thighs. "I want to cum, and I want you to cum inside me."

Feeling thoroughly used, Dan reached swirled his fingers against her fleshy furls. He could not refuse. Feelings of humiliation and envy swept his turgid mind. He was here for Evan and Xanthe now. He dare not refuse. Dare not do anything stupid. Pushing up he realized she actually felt good.

On the screen, Dan saw Ian sit up. He pulled Evan so his giant cock filled her belly. She laughed. As he began thrusting again, Dan saw Evan's stiff cock flop against their stomachs. She reached above her head, grabbed the bed's thick bars, locked her arms straight. Her deep breaths grew rapid as Ian strongly pumped. Legs tight against his body, she counter-pushed. Her eyes closed and she moaned loudly. "Yes," she hissed. Her head turned and she looked straight at the ceiling cam as if she knew she was being watched. "Yes, oh fuck yes! You got the spot! I'm ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ..." With a sudden cry her eyes shut tight. Her body twisted. Her cock throbbed then jerked then spit. Completely hands-free, Evan shot thick white gooey ropes to her breasts. Her feminine cry of pleasure filled the room. Her entire body convulsed with overwhelming pleasure. Ian thrust hard and held her hips while she writhed.

Dan rubbed quickly. Xanthe groaned and dug her hands into his legs. He felt her clench his cock with pulsating rhythm. Her body shook slightly. When the moment passed, her head snapped up and she resumed moving. She panted, "That ... wasn't enough. I am not yet finished. Keep going!"

"You can do it again?"

"I didn't cum, you idiot! Make me feel it!"

The pair on the monitor laughed and continued their riotous fuck.

Dan gently squeezed Xanthe.

"Harder," she ordered. "Make me cum." Dan swirled his finger than began pulling as if she had a little cock. It almost felt like it, small and stiff and sensitive. "Harder than that!" He pinched and she moaned, "Oh yes." He continued to squeeze and pinch and jerk while she rocked on him, while he watched Evan and Ian fuck and laugh.

Not diminishing his sexual movements, Ian sat leaned back, gripped Evan's long legs behind his back. She pressed on the bar again so as to push him deeper into her greedy self. Her knees gripped tight against his pummeling hips. Gazing at the camera again, she growled through gritted teeth, arched her back and neck, and moaned again. Black eyes open, she cried out as her next orgasm swelled.

(In an abstract way, the sultry waves cascading her bobbing breasts are fascinating. Why am I observing that at this moment? How can I focus on odd little things like that while Xanthe is fucking me? Stop worrying! Oh my, I can feel her squeeze my cock. I have got to get her off!)

He saw Evan's head flick back and her fingers tightly grasp Ian's fleshy breasts. Her eyes closed and mouth opened. "Oh, oh, uh," punctuated each of Ian's savage thrusts. He suddenly rose, exposing his giant jerking cock just as thick fluid shot across her breasts and flat stomach. "No..." Evan moaned, "In me." They both laughed loud. Even while shooting, Ian quickly pushed back into Evan's ass. He grunted, thrust a few times, shoved very hard, and held. Dan saw the big man's entire body shake as if his pleasure caused an earthquake. When he finished, breasts heaving from deep breaths, he lifted her kicking legs and rammed hard. She squealed, "You dirty sod!" Ian reached forward. Her bobbing breasts spilled between his splayed fingers. She reached and palmed his.

Ian said, "I'm going to keep fucking you, you naughty slut, until you can't take it any more."

"Oh, yes!"

He thrust again and the two galloped on.

Xanthe suddenly froze. A loud moan erupted as a stifled scream, startling Dan. Her true orgasm had hit like a sledge hammer. She wailed and shook, leaned forward and clawed at his legs.

He yelled, "Ow! Stop that!" and shoved her off his lap.

She crashed forward onto the desk. "Oh, Christ! That was good!" Pushed herself up onto her elbows but kept watching the screens. "Do you know," she breathed, "how long it took me to learn to cum this way? Fuck me in the ass, no worries, I cum easy, but in my cunt, that's another matter." She stood up and Dan reached around. Held her heavy breasts beneath the chains. "When I was a teenage boy, I could cum two, three, four times a day, every day and night, any time I wanted, without fail. I was pure talent, a pure sex machine that never quit. But I loved dressing and feeling as a woman, so I got boobs and hips and grew my hair long and silky and wore too much colorful makeup. I enjoyed teasing men with my slutty outfits and the shock when they discovered what hid beneath my short skirt. Few refused. I still had my cock when I met Evan, and we fucked each other senseless for years. She taught me how to put on makeup properly but she insisted I always dressed slutty when I went out, which I loved. Eventually, I lost interest in topping. My cock had become useless. I went through a long time as a cumdump before Evan helped me fully transition. But then, later, I missed being in charge. So I became a Mistress and I learned to cum in many beautiful other ways. Now, I love being fucked but I also love doing the fucking. Just like Evan."

On the monitor, Ian suddenly withdrew, slid down between Evan's midnight legs and took her stiff penis into his mouth. She groaned while her stomach clenched and she pushed up. Ian's head suddenly snapped up. He lunged powerfully and rammed back inside. She yelled, "You beast!" then clutched at his back. "Oh, fuck! Oh, God, that's so good. Give me more!" Her thighs grasped his while he hammered.

Dan's guts twisted. He felt gutted and yet wonderful at the same time.

Xanthe fell forward, spun around, knelt, reached up and grasped his slick cock. "Don't lose it!" She began to suck and tug as if urgent.

He watched Evan's hands rub Ian's arms with affection. He watched her react again to Ian's determined thrusts. He watched them laugh and giggle and pant and moan together as he forced her to cum again and again, short bursts of prostate-rubbed-induced ecstasy. He saw her twist and try to push away. "Too much!" she shouted but Ian took no heed. He continued to ravage her anus with his huge plunging cock with his shear strength and huge swaying boobs. Ian pounded without mercy, teeth gritted in a sardonic smile. A man on a mission.

"I am going to cum inside you this time," Dan heard him growl.

Evan's body twisted and she suddenly howled. Her hand curled around Ian's neck and head and she pulled his body tight against her own as an enormous prostate orgasm claimed its right. Both still laughing, cheek on cheek they continued their mutual wavelike motion. After another minute, and a very deep kiss, a final orgasm rippled through Evan's pummeled body. She slowed her motions and Dan heard her say to Ian, "Don't you dare pull out until you unload in me!"

Dan's heart flipped. He now fully understood his calling and the relationship he was to have. The envy, the humiliation, the angst was an integral part of the joy. He took a deep breath and looked down at Mistress Xanthe.

The short trans woman stopped sucking and gazed up at him with concern. "We are not finished!" she said firmly and resumed licking the head of his penis and fondling his balls. A finger snaked toward his hole.

Dan shuddered and began to softly stroke her hair as her head eagerly bobbed.

On the monitors he saw Ian sit up again and reach for Evan's big breasts. She clutched his shoulders. They laughed together and still they did not stop fucking. "You are so delicious," he heard. "I can feel every centimeter of you move."

Xanthe stood and hopped onto the desk. She held her arms out. "Fuck me in the ass now!"

Dan stood and moved between her spread thighs. She took his head between splayed palms and kissed him roughly. As she fell back onto the desk she grabbed his cock, spread her strong bent legs, and pulled it between her tight buttocks. He pushed and leaned over her muscled body. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled. He heard Even cry out as he started to plow into her lover's yielding anus. He pushed hard and savagely. Xanthe gasped and pressed back. "Oh, yes! Come on, fuck me rough! Faster! Make me pay for it!" Eyes shut, smiling, Dan could feel powerful sensations build throughout Xanthe's gyrating, shuddering body as he roughly slammed into her. She quickly increased her tempo. Her firm naked breasts bobbed as she breathed deeply. Her body became a fluid wave, fucking for her pleasure alone. She forced him to plunge into herself over and over and over, her strong rectal muscles clamping, rubbing, feeling. Her gasps turned to panting, which turned to deeper and deeper breaths and sultry moans.

Teeth clenched, he lunged as hard as he could, pushing deep, swelling to monster size within Xanthe's small body. Despite topping the small woman, she was clearly in charge. He fucked to her tune, not his. If this was what she wanted, a savage fucking animal, then so be it. He didn't care any more if she could take his power or not. Didn't care if he ripped her apart. All he could feel now was his cock as he plunged it as deep as he could over and over. He fucked hard and fast, forcing the small trans woman to take everything he had. He pounded. His cock felt enormous now, extremely sensitive. Every nerve constantly burst pleasure through his pumping body. The only thing that mattered was fucking, and fucking hard, really hard, and shooting cum, as much as he could, as fast as he could, as many times as he could. His cock became a solid club with which he could maul her petite muscular body. He had never felt like this before. He had always wanted to be filled, to feel the loads pumped into his ass, but now - after Evan and Xanthe's demands - he wanted desperately to fill her. To make her feel great. That was his life's mission now: whether to be fucked or do the fucking, to receive or give, he was here to make the other feel magnificent. Her knees came up, her legs grabbed his hips. He slammed at her and dug very deep. He forced her to feel enormous ecstasy. Being used this way, being forced to give another pleasure, was, without question, the best he had ever felt.

"Oh, fuck!" Xanthe yelled. "I can really feel it! Keep going! Breed me! Spray me! Fill me with your slutty cum!"

With his increasing speed, the gyrating trans woman began to shudder. She uttered, 'Uh, uh, uh!' with each of his fierce thrusts. It happened quickly. In only a few minutes, she yelled tremendous joy as her body spasmed in a sudden brilliant orgasmic burst. Her legs kicked, heels happily smashing his buttocks.

He refused to stop.

"Oh, fuck!" Xanthe shouted again. "You did it! I can feel it! Man, can I feel it! Oooo... I'm cumming. Uh...ug! I'm cumming like I've never cum before! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Dan hammered her hard, trying to extract every gram of her long prostate orgasm. But her mauling and kicking and screaming and exquisite clutching hole finally did it. Pounding furiously, with a sharp animal grunt, he exploded. His entire body jerked with extreme pleasure as he fucked every strong shot of his thick hyperspermatic mancream into her spasming body. He ground savagely, pushing as deep as he could while all his straining muscles loaded her over and over, shot after thick shot. It felt great!

All too soon it stopped. Gasping, heaving, he lay on her, his head next to hers, her hands held his. He could feel her own bellows as she tried to focus. Despite pumping a large amount of batter, he couldn't help himself. He raised up off her shuddering body, grasped her hips and plunged again.

"Woa, cowboy!" Xanthe breathed and pushed up onto her elbows. "That was wonderful. I feel like a well fucked woman."

He looked at the monitors. The sheets were messed and the bed empty.

He pulled back. Xanthe hopped off the desk. She spun, took his head again, and kissed him, this time tenderly. Her tongue sought his in a twisting dance. This was not the savage kiss of unrestrained lust. This was the almost romantic kiss of a lover. Her tongue twisted, danced with his. Lips slid, pressed, yearned.

When she finished, "You've done us both proud. How are you feeling?"

Dan blinked, shook his head. "Don't know. Good. Confused."

"How did you like being forced to top? Being forced to fuck. Being used. Still being a bottom but in a different way?"

"I...loved it."

"Want to do it again?"

"Sure." No hesitation. He reached for her.

But she stepped back. "Good." With a wave she dismissed him then sat at the desk. "Come back tonight, around 11. There is something very special that I think you will not only enjoy but possibly excel at. Your special gift should make it truly exciting. I think they will really love you!"

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(Once is never enough! More to cum...)

 

[bipigboy05]

fuck yea this is amazing! truly serving in what ever capacity needed. fuck yes

[Hozzel]

Repair Job
Part 7

(The fantastic fantasy continues)

Dressed boldly in tan board shorts and red thongs, naked torso adorned with summer-heat perspiration, Dan wormed his way through the crowd. The Down Below Club seemed even more crowded and noisier than the night before. At the silvery bar, an equally half nude feminine blonde - thick long eyelashes, spangly makeup, significant bulge in her tight gold hotpants - told him to go straight up to the office.

Evan's heavy office door swung open to reveal a thin light-skinned girl leaning over the desk. The girl's loose, pleated skirt rose so short it failed to completely cover her tight round rear. It also failed to hide the fact she wore nothing beneath. He could clearly see her small dick and balls tucked between her thighs. She was kissing Evan. On the mouth. Avidly. Slightly embarrassed, Dan turned away and waited. When they finished, the girl straightened and spun around. "Oh!" she yelped. Her scoup-necked croptop barely concealed the globes of large, brazenly braless handfulls. "Oh," she said shyly then giggled. "Is that him?" The girl grinned widely and tucked her lower lip beneath top teeth. Big green eyes stared. "Can I have him?"

"Don't miss the orgy, hun."

Grinning, eyes downcast, the girl's extremely long crimson hair hid most of her cheeky face. She giggled as she scuttled past.

"Sorry for the interruption," he said while his eyes followed the young nymph.

She stopped at the doorway, turned, giggled again at him again like a naughty schoolgirl then dashed away.

Smirking, Evan motioned for Dan to sit. "I hear Xanthe had fun with you this afternoon."

He squirmed, hesitated. "I guess you could call it that. You seemed to do pretty well in that department, too," he said much too dryly.

"Oh, you saw that?"

"She made sure I saw everything."

Evan's fingers steepled. "That's good. How do you feel?"

Dan knew he was being tested. "It was ... much more exciting than I expected."

"Not jealous?"

"Why should I be?"

"Good answer. Ian brings out the laughing queen in me. He just showed up. I was feeling exceptionally horney waiting for you and, well, I couldn't help myself. He likes it when I make him think he's seducing me."

"I thought you were a top," Dan said.

Evan sighed and shook her head. "I have tried to tell you. I like to make men and trans-women fuck me. In a gang bang I turn into a huge slutty cockwhore, a voracious slutty cumdump who lewdly begs for as many loads as she can get. I am a power bottom, but you...you bring out something else in me. Something I like. Something utterly primal. Something Xanthe likes, too. Fuck you raw is going through my head."

"I...I don't know what to say."

"How about, yes please?"

"I'm flattered." He began to undo his belt. "Right here?"

"Hang on, hun."

He paused. "Um, I think I saw that gurl at the club last night."

An annoyed expression flashed across Evan's round face. "Matchstick? She almost lives here. I have a lot of time for her. She is a brilliant university student. Looks like she's fifteen, likes to dress like a private-school slut, but she is twenty-two. Topology, computer programming and graphics art. One hell of a sexual enthusiast as well. She seduced her older brother at twelve. Her high school footy team used her for practice. I helped her get her boobs when she was eighteen."

"Interesting combo. Maybe I should hire her."

Evan smirked. "She would fuck you and your staff raw then she would work up magnificent code and artwork for you before getting everyone to take turns fucking her the same day. And that would be just the first day."

"Sounds intriguing. Is she going to go fully trans?"

Even chuckled and shook her head. "She likes to make her cock cum too much to go all the way, but she also loves to feel, dress and present herself as a woman, a terrific feeling I know all too well. Like you, she likes it both ways, but I suspect she's more of a top than even myself. Are you interested in her?"

"If she's that gifted, I will definitely have to hire her," he grinned.

"Cheeky, dirty sod. I'll send her around." Evan tipped her head and regarded him. "Sex," she said, "is the most pleasurable and important thing anyone can do, man or woman or trans or any combination. Humans are built for it more than most animals. I wish it could be done far more freely, in public, at a whim, out in the open, between a lot more people, but," she sighed, "we must contain that dream within the halls of this sordid place. Here, at least, members can behave just like that. You should come here on Naked Wednesday night."

"Just Wednesday? I saw plenty of naked people on my way in. I am curious. Who are your members?"

Evan gave an exasperated laughed. "All types, but membership is very restricted. Even gay men, like yourself, have to be invited to join. There are, shall we say, special conditions. Certain considerations. There are lawyers, doctors, teachers, mechanics, scientists, a notable MP. Even your brother and his wife, although they haven't visited here for a long time."

Dan closed his mouth. He looked straight at Evan's dark eyes. He must have passed the membership test.

She said, "It has taken us a long time to get to the place where we are now, where everyone can be completely free to have sex with another. No one is supposed to say no. That's why we have signals, to make it easier to, um, connect." Evan stood. "Speaking of connecting, we need to go."

Dan noticed gold armbands coiled like serpents on her muscled biceps. A purple velvet strip circled her long neck. The globes of her magnificent breasts threatened to spill from her short black slutdress. Long smooth legs flowed to sharp red stiletto heels that clicked the wooden floor as she rounded the desk.

She stopped before him, looked down, smiled. "Strip," she ordered. Her warm breath covered his face. Her upper chest seemed as damp as his.

"Yes, Mistress," Dan said automatically and quickly shed his shorts but left his blue briefs and socks.

"Drop those, too."

"It isn't Wednesday," he snickered and complied, amazed at how easily he had slipped into the submissive role for her. He now stood completely naked. Fingers flexed.

Evan's brown eyes raked his body up and down. She nodded approval and reached down, slid deft fingers down and up. "I am a connoisseur of cock and you have a wonderful cock. Not too big, not too small, just right. And those big balls so full, so ready to burst. I'm not surprised it isn't awake after what you've been through the last twenty-four hours."

"Thank you, Mistress," he said. "I am sure you could wake him up. How would you like me? Over the desk again? Something else?"

Thumb and finger lightly squeezed the tip of his inflated penis. She said softly, "My special magnet, my red kryptonite. I'm starting to get even harder just remembering how you felt this morning." He could see her cock straining, too, tenting the dress. "I hope they appreciate it. Come."

"They?" Nerves of anticipation tightened his stomach.

Smiling mischievously at his rising panic, Evan lead naked Dan down the wide hall to an ornately decorated large sitting room. They paused at the open door.

Murmuring, chittering, laughing voices. Evan pushed him inside and the voices ceased. Silk flowers graced small glass tables. A wood mantle framed a false fireplace. Above hung a large painting of three nude women relaxing in a lush meadow, surrounded by inquisitive cherubs. A thickly muscled midnight-skinned god with enormous breasts, offered fruit to the women. And everyone of them also sported an upstanding erection.

Arranged in a semi-circle around a red-striped oval carpet, half a dozen women and one bearded man relaxed in plush chairs. They watched as a smiling Xanthe glided to the doorway.

Dan's hands instinctively slipped before his exposed penis but Evan pulled them aside. They took an arm each and escorted him to a padded carpet in the middle of the room.

The renewed burble ceased. Mouths opened slightly, eyes narrowed or widened, slippery tongues wet lips, legs crossed or uncrossed. A younger, streak-haired nude woman leaned forward, fluted champagne glass in hand. Small pointed breasts quivered. She nodded at Dan and spread her knees, displaying her small but erect penis. She grinned lecherously and licked her lips. He thought he recognized her as the one on the dance floor last night. Next to her, a heavy-set clothed woman with thick black hair smiled with almost sinister intent while staring at Dan's package. He also recognized the rust-colored young transman he had seen behind the bar.

Head down so as to avoid their inquisitive evaluations, Dan crossed his wrists and tried again to vainly cover his upstanding penis. He felt fully exposed, utterly humiliated and he badly wanted to bolt.

Mistress Xanthe tugged a wrist, forcing him to be shamefully displayed. "My friends, this is Daniel."

"Looks like a shy one."

"Does he know what's going to happen?" Almost a cackle.

"Don't you remember, you old horney bitch, when I tried that shit? I fucked everyone here, some more than once. Bam! Bam! Bam! It turned me into a raging top, and you know I am a dedicated bottom."

"But it was so fun! You just couldn't stop!"

Evan leaned down and almost whispered to Dan, "I have done this three times. Last time I came five times in a row for them."

"Yes," said Xanthe, "and when I tried it one night I ended up in a big gangbang."

What were they talking about? Coke? Meth? Something else?

Dan glanced and saw the young woman's wickedly grinning long face. Elbows on knees, she leaned forward, raised her glass to him and spread her legs further apart. She reached between and started to avidly tug. Her jaw dropped, smile widened.

Xanthe tapped his shoulder and Dan obediently dropped to his knees. His arms automatically crossed behind his lower back. He closed his eyes and tried to blank out the panic urge to jump and run. He could not, must not, show fear. Be strong, be brave, be resilient and most of all be respectful and obedient. Have faith. Trust.

But what the fuck was going to happen? Were they all going to fuck him? He had never participated in a gangbang before. His heart thumped in panic. He didn't know if he could take it. But, somehow, he wanted to.

Xanthe leaned before his downcast face, ran a finger along his cheek. She stood, slowly walked around. "He is a true male submissive, a gay man who not only loves being taken by men and those of us who embrace both genders but also serving us as required. I made him take me just this afternoon, in fact."

"I love submissive tops," one of the women said softly. "Real ones are so rare."

"So fuckin' useful, you mean," added another.

"A reverse cumslut? I'll have him!"

"He's a bit of a hippy," the young woman in a blue slutdress commented, "but that dick looks ripe and his body is good enough."

"If you like that skinny type," another argued.

"He looks like a useful toy. Think he's going to be up to breeding all of us?"

They laughed, giggled, murmured.

Evan stepped away. "I'll leave you to them," she said. "I wish I could join in but I have another engagement. Maybe not quite so many as you have here but ...  Please, ladies and men, have fun!." She looked sharply at Dan and he knew immediately the meaning: do not disappoint them or me. She then swept out of the room leaving him exposed next to an equally naked but utterly relaxed Xanthe. Her sulty eyes literally sparkled.

Fingertips on his head, Xanthe pressed him down onto the thick carpet and ordered him to roll onto his back. The soft carpet felt like a firm bed. Xanthe clipped a metal ring around his ankle, then snapped a small padlock in place. A strong chain snaked to a thick metal ring-post protruding from the wood floor. Exposed, naked, vulnerable. He looked up at her smiling face and worried because of his stage-freight. His heart pounded furiously.

What were they going to do to him? A gangbang? Could he take it? The idea both excited and disturbed. His ass literally tingled at the thought.

Some tipped their heads, others sipped champagne. One licked her lips and another's remained open, her chest already rhythmically rising and falling in erotic anticipation. Another's knees smacked together in regular rhythm. The young nude woman rocked as her fingers gently stroked her small erect dick. They all watched with rapt attention.

"We seem to have frightened him," someone said as she pulled her tight blouse over her head. Modest firm round braless breasts bounced out.

"He should be," said another as she, too, began to undress.

"He needs to get that prick up!"

Huh? Dan's mind raced. Weren't they going to fuck him? Weren't they going to take turns ravaging his ass, filling him with cum?

Xanthe approached Dan with a thin syringe partly filled with a clear liquid. Her smile reminded him of a python about to strike. But she was much too beautiful to be a snake.

"Excellent!" Dan heard.

Xanthe leaned down next to his ear. "Don't worry. This won't hurt...much." She took hold of his soft penis and lowered the syringe.

Not hurt much? She was going to stick a needle into his dick! Dan panicked and tried to raise up. His leg strained against the chain. "What the fuck is that stuff?" he blurted. "What's going on here?"

"Calm down! This is something the lads at the university cooked up. We're a special test site. Pity the authorities won't allow this stuff to be released. Never mind. It is perfectly safe. It will magnify your potency several times over, I hope more than enough to satisfy everyone here."

Dan struggled but Xanthe's sharp look caused him to freeze. Defeated, he slumped back to the carpet.

"Feisty," a woman commented.

"Satisfy everyone?" he asked.

"That's why you're here. Sort of a reverse gang bang. You get to bang all of us, and this will ensure you do."

He felt Mistress Xanthe's firm grasp on his flaccid penis then the needle's brief sting as she plunged it into the meaty side. The brief sharp pain had been nowhere close to his unfounded fear. She leaned over his panting face and kissed him gently then kissed savagely, pulling his lower lip between sharp teeth.

"It is called Everlust," she whispered.

The women leaned forward, eyes intent, patiently regarding their captive prey. Lips parted. One woman stood, pulled her blouse over her head. Peach round breasts with tiny hard nipples bounced free. She shook her thick black hair loose then pushed down her gray skirt and kicked off her white shoes. She stared, hands on hips, naked and ready. Her slit gleamed wet and her engorged clitoris stuck out like a little cock.

Trying not to pant, Dan closed his eyes while Mistress Xanthe's deft fingers slipped up and down his penis. It'll be alright, he told himself. You can do this. She took his dick into her warm, wet mouth and began to suckle. In seconds, he ballooned into a rock-solid fleshy pole. In more seconds, his cock amazingly grew thicker, longer, harder. Xanthe licked and suck harder and harder as he swelled. It felt as if its skin and his scrotum stretched almost to breaking point. His penis had quickly become a steel club. It grew to the biggest, most solid erection of his life. The gleaming center of his being. His sole purpose. Unconsciously, he began to breathe heavily. Muscles tightened, almost strained. Heart pounded. Something powerful surged throughout his body as if charging his muscles. Whatever Xanthe had given him, it was working wonders, and fast. He could literally feel himself becoming stronger, his sex drive multiplying exponentially. Dan loved to be fucked but now, sod that, he was going to fuck them all!

This was, indeed, going to be fun.

Xanthe removed her stimulating mouth, picked up a plastic bottle and dribbled thick goo. She then proceeded to run both her strong small fists up and down the full length from the bloated crown down to his inflamed balls. Her exquisite, lubricated friction caused his entire body to further tighten. He felt as if he was being wound up like a powerful spring. His trapped muscles constantly twitched. She smiled at his face as she slowly rubbed away all embarrassment and all rational thought.

A hormonal song suddenly burst inside him. With hard metal riffs, it rang of urgent sex and everlasting lust. Its prehistoric beat urged him to shove his heavy erection into every person in the room. Of course he could do it! He would breed each and every one of them. His potent seed would fill their wombs and asses while he forced each in turn to cry the sexual lyrics of delight and ultimate pleasure. He would fill them and make them howl and pant and scream and he would cum and cum and cum, bareback, in everyone.

Understanding flashed. He was brought here to breed and, for fuck's sake, he would breed them all!

He hissed and jumped, forcefully rolled Xanthe onto her stomach, and rammed his incredibly hard cock straight between her clenching firm cheeks deep into her welcoming asshole. His heart raced. His blood boiled. His lungs heaved. His cock surged tight. All his doubts, all his fear, his embarrassment and humiliation became inconvenient shadows. He growled through gritted teeth and began to pump. Every tiny nerve in his cock fired. His cock became the center of the universe. He rammed deeper and deeper with each savage plunge. Incredibly sensitive, his thick cock rippled the walls of her tight anus.

Laughing, Xanthe managed to push herself up on hands and knees even while Dan pounded. Thick brown hair clouded her hanging face. Her body shuddered from his forceful impacts. She pushed back, straining to take even more. Her breasts swayed and gold chains dragged. The blows of his hips shot rippled from her taught buttocks through her muscular legs and back. His body smacked loud against hers, enthralling the panting onlookers.

"Fuck, yes! Oh, that's even better than last night and this afternoon," she moaned softly.

The bangers leaned further forward, now intrigued. Legs crossed, re-crossed. Panties tightened or were removed. Skirts rose. Hands slid, slipped, touched. Blouses unbuttoned. A bra or two fell. Faces flushed, tongues wet lips, fingers twitched, almost eager in their desire. Moans groaned. Those with dicks fingered or frotted or played with another. Some grew hard. Breaths grew shallow, more frequent, almost panting.

"Look at that! He's a fine one now," he vaguely heard. "Look at him hump!"

"He'll do if he can keep that up."

"I'm now horny as fuck!"

Xanthe began to work back against him, lunge for lunge, with panther-like grace. She could feel his animal power and his extremely solid cock as it drove deep into her guts. She clenched against it and felt him rub that special spot.

She gasped just as he savagely pushed deep. She arched her back and moaned. She felt her rectal muscles stretch and clench as she pressed back. She could feel his thick solid cock smash into her hyper-stimulated petite body while it rubbed against her swollen prostate. Eyes shut, smiling, almost laughing from the pleasure, powerful sensations built and built as he hammered. She quickly increased her back and forth tempo, egging him on. Her firm naked breasts swayed as she breathed deeply. Her body became a fluid wave, fucking for her pleasure. She forced him to plunge into herself over and over and over, her strong muscles clamping, rubbing, feeling. Her gasps turned to panting, which turned to deeper and deeper breaths. She was taking him to the edge of madness and she knew it. The power this unusual man generated felt amazing. Even though he was breeding her with amazing savage strength, it was she who actually bred him, forced him to fuck her hard and raw, as she knew he would do to many others watching.

Teeth clenched, Dan lunged as hard as he could, pushing deep. It felt as if he swelled to monster size within her small writhing body. His plunging cock seemed enormous now. Every nerve constantly burst pleasure through his pumping body. The only thing that mattered was fucking, and fucking hard, and shooting cum, as much as he could, as fast as he could. The power of the moment, that was it, the power he felt and the glee he could shoot into this little panting woman. He gripped her hips hard and smashed into her rapidly.

With increasing speed, the gyrating woman began to shudder. She uttered, 'Uh, uh, uh!' with each of his fierce thrusts. She felt it coming. The intensity was going to sear. This man and his magnified cock knew exactly how to reach her most secret sensations, her literal sexual soul. It felt so intense she could not even speak, not even moan. All she could do was somehow fuck back and feel, just feel it, his strength and his cock as he plunged and skewered and stole control.

All too soon, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She now screamed and yelled in tremendous joy as her body exploded in a sudden orgasmic burst. It felt almost as if she had a cock again and was coming in strong pulses. He had caused a powerful sissygasm, an eruption so strong she nearly collapsed. Her animals scream somehow magnified the extreme sensations to the edge of darkness.

Captivated onlookers leaned forward. Lips parted, tongues clipped. The naked trans openly jacked herself while her other hand squeezed the penis of the woman on her right.

"Oh, fuck!" Xanthe shouted. "I can feel it!"

Dan suddenly exploded. He pushed so hard Xanthe collapsed onto her bare stomach. He continued to fuck, each thrust boosting every shot of his thick cream. She yelled again, their bodies writhing against each other as he blasted shot after shot as deep and as powerfully as he could. The intensity overwhelmed so much he became almost unaware of the incredible pleasure that ripped through his muscles, straight through his cock, and into her ass, her body, her turbulent mind.

When he finished, despite pumping a large amount of thick fluid, after only a short panting pause, he couldn't help himself. He began to plunge again.

But the mature nubile nymph took a deep breath and scrambled away. Dan leapt but the chain stopped him short. He fell onto his face, his cock scraping the rug. Xanthe leaned and passionately kissed him while he tried to clutch her arms. With narrowed eyes she smiled and stood up. Her firm breasts heaved beneath the swaying gold chains and her olive body gleamed from profuse sweat. He caught site of his load dripping down her inside thigh.

"My, that was quick," someone commented.

"As you can see ... he has cum ... bareback ... inside me, whew! ... yet remains rampant and eager. He is all yours, ladies!"

Dan's erection remained, his body gripped with unending sexual fire. Standing, he clenched his teeth and thrust his cock at the women. He growled in frustration. More, he needed more and he could give them so much more. "Come on!" he hissed. "Come on! Let me fill you! Let me breed you!" He could not believe the intense feelings of insane lust. Nothing else mattered now. He had the power to breed them all and he would do just that. If only he was not restrained! Fists clenched, he stamped. "Who wants it next!"

Xanthe dropped in a vacant padded chair, crossed her trim legs, and smiled wickedly at him. Blew him a kiss.

"Heather," someone said. "Go get him, gurl!"

"Damn right I will!"

The lanky nude middle-age trans with streaked long hair launched out of her chair. Chortling, she rushed to the carpet and slammed full-length into his body. Dan fell onto his back. She knelt and took his cock into her eager mouth. Her modest breasts swayed against his chest. "Xanthe, dear," she commented, "you taste divine, but that lube sucks. Literally." He thrust up as she sucked hard. "Oh, fuck, he's keen! Well, so am I. Guess I don't need to do this." She spun around and mounted him into her tight ass with a gasping sigh, almost as if she could finally relax. She fell down against his body and slid her palms beneath his shoulders. His knees spread, heels locked behind her legs. He pushed. Her steel eyes stared down at him as she and he began to move together. Slippery wet, she fucked him with precise movements while concentrating on rubbing her nipples along his chest and her swollen cock against his hard stomach.

The stimulation within his body rose again, causing his mind to blank everything except the incredible pleasure focused on the buried tip of his massive cock. The need to shoot again burned. His balls felt as if they were on fire. He pushed up hard.

The warm breath from her grinning mouth blew on his twisted face while she fucked him faster and harder. Her hair fell around his astonished face. She pumped him fast, her gasping breaths mounting with the pleasure she made. Intense feelings sparked in both their heaving bodies. "Faster," she panted. "Faster. Faster." Machine-gun like slaps filled the air of the large room. "Fuckin' hell, this is good! Oooo, oh my sweat mama, he's even better than my brother!"

Dan fucked as if the world were about to end. He slammed up and deep into the gasping lanky trans-sexual. Wrapping his arms around her body, holding firm, thrusting as powerfully as he could, he suddenly grunted, pushed up hard and filled her with half a dozen strong, grunting spurts.

Heather gasped and laughed. "Oh, he just came. I could even feel it! I'm almost there, too." She continued stroking, and, in less than a minute, her own prostate orgasm caused her to silently twist then collapse onto his chest. He felt something warm and sticky on his stomach and realized she had spilled, too. "My God!" she exclaimed, panting heavily. "He even got me off! That was so strong! And he's still fuckin' hard."

His erection and his urge to cum again remained completely undiminished. He had been able to cum again before easily, but not this quickly, nor this savagely. The urge had become stronger than he had ever felt in his life.

Still winded, Heather retreated and said, "Your turn, Graham. Fuck him good for me."

The trans-man barkeep had thick ginger hair all over his freckled body, even his groin. He moved with smooth  grace. "You're here for one thing, so fuck me hard like a dirty dog you worthless slut," he snapped at Dan. He dropped onto his hands and knees. "No, not there. Can't you see? I have a cunt. Put it in my cunt. Fuck my cunt!" With a single lunge, Dan plowed his cock straight into Graham's clasping juicy vagina. Fucking with slow but firm movements, Graham felt amazingly tight and light. Dan held the man's narrow hips and listened to his panting and groaning. "Harder, you fuck! Fuck the shit out of me! Get rough!" Graham thrust his hips back in response to each of Dan's quick jabs. "I want to feel your worthless jizz unload!"

The women around began to clap and cheer.

"Fuck him hard!"

"Drain his balls!"

"Breed the cumdump bitch!"

"Hey," someone said, "you think you might like it up the ass, too?" He felt hands on his hips and a large body behind. Even while he was lunging, he felt a cock suddenly invade. It didn't waste time but was in his clenching ass within seconds. He never stopped but continued to fuck Graham while the large woman behind fucked him. Her hands pressed the small of his back before grasping his hips.

Dan couldn't believe how good Graham felt. Fucking as hard as he could, it felt as if his cock grew even larger. He gave it to the trans-man as hard as he could and smacked back so the cock in his ass speared, too. After five minutes of determined huffing effort, Dan went off like a firecracker.

"Take that!" he yelled as he blasted. Cumming obliterated everything else. He had become his cock and his cock had become a cannon and the cannon had flashed all his Everlust enhanced nerves. The pleasure of unloading swamped his senses. It felt more intense than anything before.

Graham screamed, "Oh, fuck!" loud enough to hurt Dan's ears and bring him back. "You filthy whore, you made me cum! Stop it! I can't take any more!"

Just then he was shoved hard and collapsed onto Graham. He was shoved hard as he felt the cock in his guts spew its seed. She pulled back and out quickly. He heard more clapping. "Way to go, Mirna!"

Heedless of Graham's condition, Dan resumed jabbing. Somehow his cock spat again, not once, but several times. His body felt as if it was on fire. His balls flamed. Sweat poured. Still, he forced Graham's lean body to shake with uncontrollable orgasmic spasms and intense pleasure. When he had finally finished his last shot, Dan leaned over Graham's damp back. "How's that for a filthy whore, you cumdump?" He thrust again. And again. "Want seconds?"

"Looked pretty good. How was it?" someone asked.

Graham's head hung. "Feels like an atomic bomb has exploded inside me. Oh, fuck, he's not stopping!"

Winded, Graham scrambled away into a padded chair leaving Dan on his knees. He shook in continued need. He remained hard and knew he could do it again straight away. Sexual power enveloped his essence. His body strained. He sat on his legs, his cock pointed out and up, a powerful sword, a massive sexual club, a reusable rocket immediately ready for launch again.

"Next!" he shouted. "Come on! Next!"

The big naked woman, Mirna, clapped. "Can't wait for my turn again." He saw her cock had shrivelled to almost nothing but he knew it had been thrusting in his ass only minutes ago.

Samantha kept wearing her blue slutdress when she presented her rear to Dan. On her hands and knees, he rolled the very short hem up past her hips to reveal a perfectly good set of balls and a hanging cock beneath tight male buttocks. Dan realized Sam must be an enthusiastic cross-dresser so convincing he thought she was female. He slid his palms along her smooth, soft body. Sam literally purred when Dan pressed his cock between the tight cheeks and against the outer ring. Pushed and slipped in bare. Ah, this was good. Men felt so much better. Not knowing why, he began thrusting slower than the others but soon hammered Samantha's enthralled body. He came quickly, pressing deep, and continued to fuck until Sam began a breathy chant that ended in an exultation of deep breath and her own white shots.

Dan expected to feel sore but strangely his penis remained hard and his body felt as if he had infinite sexual lives with no recuperation time required. He breathed through his nose, pulled at the chain and growled. He was still hard and he felt as if he could keep going forever. He knew could fuck and cum as many times as he wished without needing to recharge. Despite the sweating fever, his body responded. He knew that, somehow, his balls were madly manufacturing more seed, more fluid, more fuel.

"Come on, who wants it next!" he roared.

"You're mine, now," growled the heavy black-haired white woman.

Like a monster, Mirna strode naked above him and hovered as if examining her prey. She put her foot onto his chest and pressed, smiling at the same time. She squatted. "This time, I'll fuck you the other way!" Huge breasts hung almost to her waist and then onto his abs. She grabbed his cock with tight enthusiasm and stuffed him straight into her ass. Her small penis seemed to swell hugely. As his stiff cock sank into her curvy body, he realized her ass gripped him stronger than a hand, even more firmly than Xanthe or Evan or any of the others. She settled on her knees, her fleshy rectum pulsing over and over as if panting itself in anticipation. Sporting a teeth-clenching smile, she placed her paws on his nipples and began to ride, slowly at first, then faster with each forward and backward stroke. Another woman knelt behind and played with the large woman's hanging breasts and distended nipples then reached down and fondled her cock. "That's it," the big woman hissed. The big woman suddenly fucked faster. With furious intent she began to yell over and over. Unable to resist her tight internal grip and determination, Dan suddenly yelled and erupted into her heaving body. She screamed, clutched his chest, and her big body shook as a giant prostate orgasm exploded. She then sat straight and jerked herself rapidly. Quickly her breaths increased, her huge breasts heaved, her stiff cock swelled. She released it and it flopped up and down as she bounced on him. Without touching it, she suddenly yelled. Hot ropes spewed across Dan's chest. Her entire big body shook massively. When she finished, breaths heaving her enormous breasts, she said matter-of-factly, "That was fuckin' wonderful!" She rose like a mountain, and, chuckling, stepped over him, grabbed one of her friends, and proceeded to kiss her passionately. "Look at this! I'm still hard as a rock! Wanta fuck?"

"Mirna, don't you ever get enough?"

"You have to ask? Remember when I had that suff?"

"Oh, do I ever!"

"Anyone else?" Xanthe looked at the bangers. Some seemed worn but happy, others still nervous.

"Come on!" Dan yelled. "I can still do more!"

"Great!" sparked the nude younger woman with long streaked hair. "I'll have him again."

Heather jumped on Dan again, sitting high this time and riding furiously. Her deep panting filled the world. Powerful quick strokes tingled his cock and loins. Straining, he fucked up hard, trying to jab deep with each of her loud gyrations. He watched her long thin hair bounce along at the same time as her firm nubile breasts. He felt her slick ass slip along his cock while she fucked him like a beast, a joy-filled insatiable beast who laughed or swore frequently and lit the world on fire with her blatant sexual enthusiasm. Her hands pawed his chest, almost sucked his nipples into her palms. Shortly, he grabbed her waist and rolled them over, nailing her back to the carpet. Her legs spread then wrapped around his hips. When he thrust she rutted up in return. This time, it took longer. Minutes passed while the others watched or chatted and sipped or paid amorous attention to each other. Big Mirna squatted between waif-like Emily's legs, causing a small cry in pleasure.

"My, he's a stayer, isn't he?" someone commented.

"I took the most exquisite orgasm from him."

The older woman remarked to the hunching streak-haired nymph, "Don't you ever get enough, Heather?"

"Never, you old witch! Neither do you!"

"Watch your dirty mouth, my dear, or I may have to fuck you myself."

"You're ... ugh! ... on! Uhhh... Shit! Fuck! He's got me coming already! I'm fucking coming! And so is he!"

Her sucking ass clamped hard. Her ear-splitting orgasm triggered his own. As he spunked, he fell onto her writhing body. While his body's extraordinary pleasure claimed his soul, her thin muscular body shuddered in long-lasting bliss. "That's more like it!" she panted and, laying full, her long legs aside his, caressing his head, she actually kissed him. "I'll have you again some time, honey. How would you like that?"

Unsure, he just smiled and thrust.

"But I think I've had enough for now."

When she stood, he begged, "Come on! You can do me again! What about the rest of you?"

But the satisfied women and men fluttered and laughed and gossiped. They ignored his thashing pleas and stout cock. They casually dressed, finished their bubbling drinks, chatted about his performance or the hot weather and other things, thanked Xanthe for an enjoyable afternoon, and they all soon departed.

Xanthe leaned over him, stroked his forehead. "You have done extremely well."

She removed the metal collar on his ankle.

He hesitated for only a moment then pounced.

Xanthe squealed happily as they rolled together across the thick carpet until he gazed down on her giggling face. Fiercely clutching him with surprisingly strong arms and hands and thighs and feet, she kissed him as he thrust and thrust into her small squirming body,. ignored the gold chains that dug into his guts, until they both burst with loud passion and deep breaths. Undiminished, he howled and continued striving to cum yet again. Time gaps between his repeated orgasms shrunk. His scrotum flamed, his cock ceaselessly hard, he could multi-spout almost on demand now. He could fuck and spurt several times then continue fucking and do it again without withdrawing or waiting. No more than a minute apart each, he somehow counted four separate groups of ejaculations. After she gasped a second time and he a fifth, she shoved him off. He saw the almost terrified look on her face before he curled on the floor. He thought he heard, "...need help..."

He rolled onto his side and, while shaking in continued uncontrollable lust, tucked his arms and knees against his chest. The abysmal craving to fuck and unload hurt far worse than any pain he had ever endured. His penis now hurt, too, but that would not stop him. Without even touching himself, his body convulsed and he tried to spout again. No fluid emerged this time but his cock still pulsed as if trying to shoot and his body tingled in continued tight orgasm. He closed his eyes and waited for the impossible lust to diminish.

The world became fuzzy. The universe contracted to the extremely sensitive tip of his enormous cock and the demanding need to keep ejaculating. All he wanted to do was root and cum again. Time no longer mattered, only the constant need. His vision a complete blur, he kept his eyes shut tight and felt the sexual sensations.

Somewhere in the haze he heard shuffling then a concerned voice, "Oh, no! What happened?"

"It must be the Everlust! I have never before seen such a strong reaction. Quick, help me!"

Gentle hands then soothing arms, bare legs, a warm loving body encircled him from behind. Dark hair fell over his head. She first held him as a mild orgasm shook his body. Then soft fingers stroked his greedy penis, replacing his own. Eyes shut, he stretched his legs straight, wined and began moving his hips back and forth, sliding himself within her gentle fist. He felt another warm body slip before him. A leg wrapped around them both. He felt hard nipples and firm breasts press against his chest and back. Sensual lips kissed his. Her tongue sought, slid, became insistent. He kissed her back, hard, demanding. Other lips kissed his neck and cheeks.

"It's alright, it's alright," a feminine voice whispered. "We're here. We'll take care of you."

The other voice commanded, "For fuck's sake, stop being gentle. Can't you see he needs it rough? Help him!"

Half conscious, he felt them switch. The smaller woman beneath him, on her back, he in her somewhere, and someone else, someone larger and longer and a cock pushing his way into his ass. He thrust and thrust and tongued. He felt the hard cock rub inside his body and his in the other's. He felt strong fingers grip his arms and thighs press against his straining hips.

"Oh, my God! He is so strong!"

Moments later, he cried out in ecstasy, shuddered and painted Xanthe's guts with volcanic eruptions. When the spasms finally diminished, he continued to roughly push. She moaned. The person behind, whoever it was, her breasts pressed against his back and her thighs held his hips as she pounded. He resumed the primal motions and eventually he came again, thrusting so hard Xanthe cried out. His disoriented body shuddered uncontrollably. He felt the weight of the other woman on his back, her body writhe against him, her lips on his neck, the flick of a wet tongue and sliding fingertips, breasts pressed against him, legs clutching, her cock pushing and pushing and penetrating oh so thank fully. He vaguely felt the warm, tense body beneath, her fingers grasping his biceps then reaching for the other, pulling against them both. She vigorously counter-thrust against him, forcing his inflamed cock to rub inside her. She grunted with each of their mutual pummels. Suddenly, she gasped loud, almost as if in surprise, and they both came together. Both spasmed as he unloaded at the same time.

"He's not stopping!"

Without hesitation, he continued to pump himself into her small tight body. Mindlessly, the tingling sensation grew again. In only a minute he shook and thrust and gouted into her again. Xanthe cried out in another strong climax, clutched his heaving body, and shook too.

Behind him, he felt Evan push hard into his body and gasp as she gloriously pumped into him.

The total pleasure became too much. While he was still convulsing, the universe spun and disappeared into a great black hole.

(Not finished yet...)

[Hozzel]

Repair Job
Part 8

 

He woke laying on his back on a large bed. The side wall focused into a giant bubbling aquarium filled with plants, colorful fish and a sunken castle. The opposite wardrobe-wall mirrored the aquarium and windows beyond. Above the head of the bed hung a photo of a muscular nude man. Very well hung, too, hard and ready. It was captioned, "Breakfast." He could certainly use some.

A hand touched his penis. It throbbed and bounced. "Hey there!" Cheerful young voice.

His focus shifted down. He felt warm, wet lips then the suction. Moaning, all he could comprehend was the rich crimson hair bobbing over his quivering loins. It felt wonderful.

"What are you doing?"

He gulped air and pushed up. His cock surged deep. His naked body quickly tensed. She choked then sucked hard. Her free hand fondled his balls, almost rolling them and a finger probed between his taught cheeks. His balls still felt hot and he still felt ready, fully charged.

He heard, "Mmmm..." then a smack and a pop. Matchstick raised her smile. Green eyes with green lids gleamed at him through hanging red strands.

"Don't worry," she giggled. "The satyriasis is not permanent. You've been out for three hours." Snickered. "Evan asked me to look after you. I got you off twice already, swallowed every drop, and you're still hard. Oh, wow!" She went down on him again and sucked hard causing him to tingle and shake.

"How did I do all that? What is that stuff? Where are we? How did I get here?"

"Something the boys at the uni lab have been working on for awhile. Everlust promotes extremely rapid semen production and a huge testosterone surge. I bet your balls feel as if they're on fire."

Her sliding hand felt like magic and her beaming face looked beautiful. "Yeah, but all I want to do is fuck." He reached for her body. She snuggled upwards, pulled his penis against her naked thighs. He reached around and hugged her thin body against his.

She said, "It fiddles with your testosterone, dopamine and other sexually related hormones." She stroked his ruffled hair. "The alprostadil keeps your dick hard as a rock." Her hand stroked his throbbing cock. "Right," she suddenly said. "Enough of this shit. I wanta fuck!" She rolled on top, legs, spread, reached behind, and guided his cock straight into her welcoming, warm anus. She settled with a sigh and looked down on her bewildered but pleased conquest. "Sometimes it gets so bad I can't do anything else until I have fucked someone." She began to move back and forth. "Or two or three someones before I've had enough. Sometimes more. I really need to fuck now." Her own small balls rubbed against his pubis.

"What, the orgy wasn't enough?"

"Way past that. I have you now!"

He took her flopping penis in his fingers and felt it suddenly swell. He slipped the pliant foreskin back and forth as the fleshy knob expanded. Thin ginger hair curled above his manipulating fingers.

"That's so fuckin' good," she moaned, and began to slide his cock within her lubed sissycunt.

Grabbing her legs, he pushed up. Laughing, Matchstick almost toppled off, but scrambled back, impaling him deeper. "Come on," she urged, grinding, "breed me. Fill me. Fuck me. Use me!" She fell onto his chest, her small breasts mashing against his sensitive nipples. Her hair fell around is face as she kissed him and her snaky tongue probed his.

All he could think about was fucking and cumming. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, machine-gunning into her light shaking body. Her continuous moan filled his ears. "I'm...I'm... Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum! You know where to hit it!"

Dan drilled and pumped up and Matchstick suddenly yelled loud. Her entire body squirmed and literally shook as a strong prostate orgasm claimed her entire being. She fell on him but he continued to pump until he thrust up hard and released shot after hot shot. Eyes wide, she could not believe he didn't stop immediately but kept pushing and squirting over a dozen times until, panting hard, he reluctantly released her.

Laughing, she pulled off him and slunk between his legs. On her knees, placing her hands on his chest, she used her bony hips to push his thighs up and apart. He grunted as he felt her hard cock spear. It had swollen much larger and felt deep enough and hard enough. He clenched his ass and she laughed and pushed against his legs, trying to dig as deep as she could. Her cock felt extremely good buried inside him.

"Gunna fuck you now," she virtually hissed. "I love fucking. I love to be fucked. I love it all!"

Taking his legs in her hands, folding him back, Matchstick didn't waste time and pumped quickly. But in only a few joyous minutes she slowed. Smiling, she withdrew. He knew she had not cum.

Seemingly exhausted, the bright red haired nymph fell onto him then rolled onto his side.

He was still Everlust hard and ready. How long would it last? At least he was no longer a mindless fucking machine but he seemed to have endless stamina.

He reached but she twisted away and stood next to the bed. Crimson hair hung past shoulders to hips, almost covering small breasts with tiny hard nipples. Freckles mottled her pale skin. A mix of feminine and twink she looked utterly desirable. She bit her finger like a naughty kid.

He said, "What happened at the end? They left me there. I couldn't stop myself. And then someone ... no ... two someones, and then, I can't remember. Was I used by someone else? Others?"

"You couldn't stop and Evan and Xanthe were trying to help. Almost everyone had left but Evan found me." Her hand drifted down and she began to tug as if it was a completely normal thing to do while conversing.

Dan nodded. Her attitude appealed. "So that wasn't you at the end?"

"At the end? When I found you, you were out of it. Xanthe was with you, stroking your body and sucking your cock. I actually saw tears, and that's like...well, I've never seen her like that. And Evan was bloody worried, I can tell you that. You were groggy and we stumbled you out. Wasn't easy getting you into your car."

"Where are we?"

"My flat."

"Look, I'm still bloody hard. How about we deal with this?" he said, reaching, pulling, trying to lighten the mood, still feeling the song of Everlust throb his veins.

"I'd love to fuck again but I have a class in an hour."

He jumped off the bed and followed her. "Evan said I should hire you."

"She did? Great! I know what you do. I'm a really good coder and I can do web page layouts. No worries, I'll work for you, but I get to play with you and all your employees whenever I want."

"What, two or three times a day?"

"At least. That's my condition. Oh, and I don't come cheap, either. This flat? Boeing paid for it."

"Are you going to charge me a commission every time you breed one of my employees or me? I'll go broke in a month!"

"Easily, and they'll be breeding me, too. Even the women. Tell you what, this is the weirdest job interview I've ever had. And the best!"

Grinning, she guided him around the aquarium wall, past a kitchen counter into the open-plan lounge area. The far wall was nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a leafy courtyard. Her flat appeared to be a single large room, kitchen and dining to their right, lounge and study areas left, bedroom at back behind the aquarium wall. No door other than a wardrobe and en-suite. Shelving helter-skeltered with books and models of rockets and spacecraft. Photos of real planetary landscapes. A superb painting of an old-fashioned spaceship on the surface of an orange dusty Mars lined a top shelf and wall. Astronauts on airless Mimas wormed beneath huge yellow Saturn. Potted palms framed the desk. A leather lounge chair overflowed jacktaw with paperback books. A big blue couch angled like a boomerang. The floor seemed to be genuine expensive oak hardwood, stained dark, Glitsa polished slick, without a covering carpet.

His body instantly surged, his eyes soaked in her lanky beauty and his mind thanked his good fortune. He forgot what he was about to say. All he could think about was driving his cock into her tight ass again, which swayed right there before him. Almost mesmerized, he lunged. He pushed her over the back of the boomerang shaped couch, spread her legs, held her neck down and thrust in quickly and deep, just like he enjoyed men doing to him.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Do me! Do me! Do me!" Her fist pounded the couch as he pumped. Every tight muscle in his body strained and bulged. His cock became the center of his entire world as he plunged hard and deep, over and over, forcing Matchstick's whole body to shake and her vocal breaths loud. "I love it! Fuck me hard! Harder! Pound the shit out of meee!" He reached around and grabbed her dick, pulling it, feeling it swell. "Good," he said, "shows me you like it!" He squeezed her cock and jammed with more strength than he could remember, on and on, until he roared and pushed and unloaded several thick shots again. He used her body at his whim, exactly the way she wanted.

When he finished, Dan just kept leaning over the panting waif, his body pressing her against the back of the couch, his hand continually massaging her relentless hard-on, his other hand clutching a breast, massaging the nipple so she kept squirming. He was not going to let her off lightly.

Panting, Matchstick levered herself up, spun around, snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Her hard penis rubbed against his.

"Do that to me every day and I'll work for you for free." She stepped back. "Do you know why I'm called Matchstick?"

"Fire-engine red hair?"

She pressed hard against his hand. "When you rub me, I burn flaming hot. The red hair came after I got my name. Rub me, sir. Make me flame, honey. Make me burn white hot!" She squirmed against him with passionate desire and began to kiss him while rubbing herself against his cock, thrusting gently but urgently. Demanding tongue licked his lips, pushed between his teeth and romantically rubbed his own tongue.

He suddenly lifted her and sat her on the edge of the couch. He turned around. Her thighs wide, he backed up. Her legs lifted to his hips, wrapped, and pulled. Her cock entered him. She clutched his body while he shoved himself back and forth, feeling her slide inside, his own cock flopping, begging for more. He felt her teeth on his neck and her hot breath and licking tongue.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

She held him tight when she came.

When he stepped forward, she hopped off the couch. She still looked inviting, even with a wilting dick and cum trickling down an inner thigh.

"Tease," he chided.

"That was so good. I feel great! But I really have to go, now." He took her in his arms and they kissed. She spun away, twirled. "Your clothes are over there. Your car is in the car park in the basement. Keys are with your clothes." Completely nude, she scampered toward the side, toward the door out of the flat. "You can stay if you want. Go ahead and jerk off. There's plenty of porn on my PC. Leave your cum in a glass and I'll have it later."

She waved, collected a pair of knee-high red boots, short loose skirt, red t-shirt, and disappeared into the morning. Dan had a vision of Matchstick in class wearing only the sexy boots, constantly wanking herself, and teasing everyone, especially the lecturer. He wouldn't put it past her. He grasped his cock and wondered if and when it might subside. Oh, well, best make the most of the opportunity. He went to the kitchen, fetched a tumbler, hopped back to her desk, turned on the desktop computer and began to pump.

The bootup was fast. It was clearly a speedy, capable machine, with a glowing blue liquid cooling pump.

He was fast, too, every time.

He left her a nice present.

 

(Author's note: I love hearing from readers. Your erotic slutty words can get me off, too. What's next?)

 

Edited September 11, 2023 by Hozzel

[PozBottomACNJ]

I'd love to be a hungry cumdump bottom, available to Evan, and ALL her friends! Especially the horse-cocked man with huge tits! I'd be in heaven, getting used and abused by them, and bred over and over!

Evan sounds like my fantasy Transwoman, and Xanthe sounds like she could even make me hard, to fuck her, despite what meds have done to my dick....

[Hozzel]

Repair Job
Part 9

"Hey, Boss!"

Dan glanced over three large computer monitors to catch Melinda Cantrell - alias Matchstick - slip into his private office. As the door automatically swung closed, she padded barefoot across the plush carpet.

"Don't you ever knock?" he said with his best fake smile.

"And miss catching you doing something naughty?" She peered over the monitors. Twin dimples framed her devilish grin. "I don't see anything hard for me to handle."

He was not going to admit the balloon had already inflated and the purple flag risen to bloated full mast. It throbbed with pent desire, sending primal messages of lust to his addled mind. It certainly wanted to come out and play. He pulled his plush leather office chair closer to the custom-made kidney-shaped desk.

"What can I do for you on this hot summer day, madam?"

"So I've been promoted to house madam now? Cool. Does that come with a raise?"

"Not yet. I only just hired you three weeks ago."

"But haven't I already earned a bonus? I am here to report I have accomplished the first task. I have seduced all of your staff and I can also freely prance around work completely naked. I'm encouraging everyone else to do the same, too. It is awfuly hot. Join us?"

"What, even Glenda?"

"She was the second one. She's as hot as they come, Boss, but she didn't know it. Had a threesome with her husband last night. She's now completely corrupted, a total cockwhore. Even took us both together. He's one kinky bastard, let me tell you, Boss. Shoves it right up the..."

"Everyone? In two weeks? Even Arman? He's straight."

"Was, Boss. Discovered he loves my cock spewing into his ass. He didn't know how intense anal orgasms can be, didn't even know they were possible. I think he would even let you fuck him. Now what about you?"

Evan had literally thrown the crimson haired transsexual nymphomaniac at him. He had set up a contract and an assignment but it did not include changing his entire office culture to one of rampant sexual hedonism. And true to Evan's description, Matchstick had also quickly produced brilliant code with very little coaching. He was waiting for her to fuck him again, too, in his private office just like Evan had weeks ago. So far that prurient dream had not happened.

"So Glenda is going to be after my dick, too, I gather."

"Very likely."

Grinning salaciously, the nude crimson-haired tranny stepped to the side of the monitors and sensuously leaned over the desk. Alluring twin charms dangled, nipples just brushing the rubbery surface. He took a breath and glanced up at her grinning face. Her blue eyes framed saucy mirth.

"There's a new job."

"Oh? Isn't your assignment enough?"

"It's for you, not me." Matchstick stood up, walked around the wide curved desk, pushed his chair back, hopped onto the desk and spread her legs. Before his face, her little penis twitched. "Mistress Xanthe asked me to order you to come to the club tonight around 10."

"For what?" His heart suddenly pounded.

"I don't know but from her stern tone I suggest you obey." Matchstick took her breasts in her hands and began to gently maul and rub. "I think you need to obey me, too, Boss."

He remembered when Evan had taken him on this very desk. She had sucked him hard then forced him onto his back on the desk and mounted him. She stroked him with her tight black ass and he recalled she made herself spew cum all over him from her shemale cock that way twice in a row. Then there was sexually enthusiastic Xanthe, Evan's apparent partner in the Down Below Club and ex-lover. A full transition trans-sexual, she loved it hard and rough. Loved to force a man to take her in her cunt or ass and make her cum. Xanthe had fucked him in front of a group of trans-sexuals after she had injected a mysterious drug that caused him to fuck and cum, over and over, into each of their thrilled asses and cunts. He liked Xanthe, too, her sexual energy, her controlled ferociousness. But Evan was...

He hoped he had not fucked everything up with her. He hadn't heard a thing in three weeks, despite several text messages.

"Boss!"

He jumped back to reality.

"Suck me! Get me hard! I need to cum! Bad!"

She reached and pulled his head down. He opened his mouth and her little one slipped between his lips. He sucked hard and she moaned, "Oh, fuuuck." As he kept sucking and swirling his tongue, he felt her cock expand quickly. No longer small, its stiffness filled his mouth. He hummed while pushing her foreskin back with his probing tongue. He pulled his chair forward and his head up. Her cock was now a useful size. It swept up nicely. The bare smooth knob was completely at his wanton disposal. Taking hold of her warm balls and the base of her stiff cock, he looked up. Her face was framed by long red strands. He licked up and down the stem. She grabbed his head and pushed him down.

"Come on," she hissed through gritted teeth, and jabbed her cock back into his mouth. "Suck me off!"

He took her as far into his mouth as he could before he gagged.

She gasped, "That's it. Mmmm. Mmm! Oh fuuuck." She pumped her cockhead back and forth on his slurping tongue. While he sucked, he pumped the stem of her rubbery cock. She grunted and her eyes closed. He kept stroking her balls. She groaned, "Oh fuuuck! That's the way to suck." She pumped her cock in his grip and his mouth and moaned, "Oh, yessss. Oh fuck. Oh yess. Fuuuck! Oh yesssss!" Her swollen cockhead fucked the top of his mouth back to his throat. He gagged again but continued to suck enthusiastically. The art of good cocksucking demanded his complete attention. He looked up at her closed eyes. She grunted, "Ohhh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck, yessss, that's it. Yesssss. Fucking yesssss!"

She grabbed his head. She began to pump, pushing her engorged cock into his working mouth.

"Oh yes. Yes. Oh, fuuuck!"

He closed his eyes and clamped his lips and sucked hard. His free hand reached for her ass cheek. As he squeezed, she stabbed her shemale cock at his throat. He gagged but tried to swallow. Her cock slid back. She pushed again and he moaned around here throbbing cock. His hand on her ass pulled and groped and his finger slipped into her pleasingly moist anus. Matchstick thrust into his mouth and he moaned, sucking and twisting his head.

"Uhh!"

She pushed forward again and he pushed back.

"Fuck! I'm gunna cum! Suck me!" She was panting heavily and thrusting her hips.

He sucked hard. Her cock filled his throat. She held his ears and his head and pushed her cock in and out, in and out, fast.

"Yessss!!!"

And she came.

"Yes, YES!! Suck harder! Harder! Suck it right out of me!"

He felt her cock pump into his mouth. It twitched, it swelled, it pulsed. He felt the first small squirt hit his tongue. She shoved. The next thick pulses gagged. He felt her explosions, her body shaking as her cum filled his mouth, bloated his cheeks. More aggresive eruptions. She pumped so fast he couldn't swallow. Some dribbled past his lips, down her cock onto his jerking hand. Still, he managed to finally swallow it all. He pulled back and felt her cock throb in his grip a few more times.

"Mmm, Oh, that felt so good!!" She looked down at him. He looked up. "You like doing that, don't you?"

"Yes. I like sucking your cock."

"I like it, too. I'm glad I came to work for you."

Matchstick pulled her feet up onto the edge of the desk and lay back. Her knees opened wide. Arms spread. Flame red hair sprawled around her head and shoulders. Big grin.

He stood. He couldn't keep his eyes off her still stiff cock and swollen breasts. Her small erect nipples begged for his hands, his mouth, his tongue.

She looked up at his wide-eyed face, and reached down. Took hold of the stem of her cock. Began to jerk up and down. "I'm not done yet, Boss. There's always one more in the tank. Come on." She nodded at his obvious problem. "Get that fucker in my boicunt and make me cum again."

He quickly pushed his pants down. His cock sprang almost painfully stiff. He roughly grabbed her legs and pulled until her firm ass rested on the soft edge. Just the right height. He jabbed straight into her ass. It was wet. He slid deep easily. He realized she may have been bred not long ago. Didn't matter. He had needs. So did she. He felt the muscles of her ass clench and unclench on his dick.

"Ughhh! Yes! You like that? Fuck my ass now! Oh, yes, that feels good. I love your cock."

He pulled back, then drove home again. She laughed. Her body jerked with each of his forceful plunges. Picking up the pace, he watched her jerk her own cock rapidly. Her head rolled side to side. 

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" she wailed.

The solid desk shook.

He pounded. He had not cum in some time. It wouldn't be long. He hugged her legs against his chest and rammed over and over into her clenching boicunt.

Suddenly, she tightened.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuuuuckk!!"

Her whole body shook as she clamped him tight. He watched her cock spout. Thick ropes shot across her chin, her breasts, her tight stomach. He fucked her right through her second orgasm and kept fucking until it finally hit him, too. He slammed into her, and, with an sudden shout of pleasure, came hard inside her. Spasm after spasm of guilty pleasure wracked his body as he spurted into her welcoming asshole, his seed filling her, adding to the load from another man. He fell forward onto her prone body. She grabbed his neck and pulled him into the kiss while he still blasted. A big muscle tightened in his lower stomach. Blood pounded, pressure built like steam. His heart raced and his clenched fingers dug into her flesh. He tried to prolong the orgasmic sensation, to savour the moment. In mere seconds, he came again. The intense pleasure felt almost too much. She clutched his body and kissed him hard while the universe roiled.

When he rose, he saw her breasts heave with heavy breaths. He bent and licked up her spunk, pausing to briefly suck each nipple. She squealed and kept jerking her cock.

"Wait," she said. "There's one more."

Still buried in her ass, he stood and watched her pull herself to a third, mild cum.

"Oh, fuuuuck," she breathed and finally relaxed.

When he pulled out she propped herself on elbows.

"That was great! Now, I won't have to fuck anyone in the office for the next hour or two."

"What? It'll take that long?" he joked.

"You're right, Boss. Maybe not." He couldn't miss the twinkle in her cheeky eyes.

She hopped off the desk and stood before him. Tall and thin, she stepped up, making sure her cock and breasts rubbed against his. She reached up and kissed him with passion and lust, tenderness and love. "Better now?" she asked, wiping her sly mouth with the back of her wrist. Her other hand held the stem of his cock.

He shook, took a deep breath.

"You didn't have to do that," he said softly, slowly reaching, gently hefting a succulent breast. She pushed into his hand.

"Yes I did. Part of my job description, and well, I have to keep you humming, and I have to corrupt your office. Make it something better." Her hand stroked up and down. "Thank you. I loved it." She quickly kissed him again.

He looked at her cheeky face, saw the exuberance for sex. Her slight panting. Her constant sexual need.

She finally stepped away, padding toward the door.

"Remember," she said, "tonight. Ten. At the Club. Someone will meet you."