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Dress Code, part 3

Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

center. The slaps continued to fall, even as the fingers at her pussy rubbed and pressed against her pussy, and Anne wondered if the material was soaked through. Impatiently the hand pulled the material of the thong to the side, and Anne felt the glorious pressure of a finger pressing into her vaginal opening. The pace of the spanking slowed, but the slaps got perhaps a bit harder. There was pain, but in combination with the feeling in her pussy, the effect was agonizingly beautiful. Mr. Slater continued to hold her head in his hands, firmly but tenderly, and he looked at her with an expression that was hard to read, his face mere inches from hers. Soon the finger in her pussy was joined by one tracing small circles around her clit, and Anne tried but failed to determine how many hands were pleasuring her, let alone whose they might be. Impossibly quickly, or so it seemed to her, she found herself approaching orgasm, but just as she was on the brink of cumming, the finger near her clit stopped, not allowing her to climax. Anne moaned in frustration, and the finger inside her pushed in deeper, more urgently and insistently, before sliding almost all the way out, and then back in deeply. The feeling was amazing, but wasn’t going to make her cum. “Please!” Anne begged her boss. “Please what, Miss Burlington, what is it that you want?” “Please, sir” (she remembered the sir this time), Anne begged, “I want to cum. Please fuck me!” The spanking had stopped, and the finger in her ... pussy continued to slide in and out. Hands grasped her buttocks and parted them, making her feel completely exposed. She knew that not only her pussy but also her asshole was on display for Ms. Davenport and Mr. Mawhinney. Even as she had the thought, a finger gently brushed against her anus before retreating. “You want to be fucked, Miss Burlington? It is not a question of being merely amenable but rather of desperation? Tell me, can we then conclude that you are a little whore?” What did he want to hear? “Yes, I’m a little whore. I’ll do anything, but please fuck me, sir!” The words were ones that she had never uttered before, but they felt oddly liberating and exhilarating. Giving up control was a surprisingly heady feeling. “Please be more specific, Miss Burlington. Are you my whore? The firm’s whore?” “Yes, yes!” she screamed, as the finger in her pussy was joined by the one caressing her clit, bringing her quickly to the precipice again, but not allowing her to cum yet. “I’m the firm’s whore. I’m Slater, Mawhinney, & Davenport’s whore!!” “Precisely, Miss Burlington, precisely.” “Please,” Anne gasped, at the edge of orgasm, feeling tortured. “Please will you fuck me now, sir?” “Oh, I intend to,” came the amused reply, “but not just yet. I think for now Allison and I will prefer to watch Jonathan fuck you. He’s had his eye on you since your interview last spring, and it would seem only fair to allow him to take you now, especially since you have told us that you are his ...