Free The Black Widow by Lisette Ashton

Arthur explained, allowing Poppy to gently stroke her fingers up and down his length. ‘She’s doing this for me now, and I’m going to let her have the time off.’
    ‘It’s a good job you didn’t ask for a rise,’ Derek said, speaking to Poppy. ‘This bastard would be fucking your arse for the next twelve months if you’d done that.’
    The two men guffawed together and Poppy felt another sickening wave of humiliating pleasure wash over her. They were still speaking about her with such callous disregard that she might as well have been deaf. Their sexist banter and cold indifference should have been degrading or annoying at the very least. Instead, Poppy could feel herself heading towards another climax at breakneck speed.
    She rolled her tongue wetly against Derek’s cock, carefully wanking Arthur’s with her free hand. As soon as the senior partner deigned it was time for her to move her head, Poppy felt her hair being pulled so that her mouth went over his cock. She sucked both the men, wetting their lengths with her lips and tongue and gently massaging the bases of their erections.
    The fact that she was naked only added fuel to the flames of her arousal. She could not recall feeling so excited in her entire life. She was being forced to kneel on the floor and perform fellatio for her employers. The absolute degradation was so sweet she was having difficulty containing another shriek of ecstasy.
    ‘Suck it harder, Poppy,’ Arthur growled suddenly. ‘I’m just about ready to spunk.’
    Poppy had already guessed this much. She could feel the quickening pulse in his cock against her lip. Arthur was so close to climaxing she could almost taste his ejaculation. The salty-sweet flavour of his pre-come was already filling her nostrils and coating her tongue. As she pursed her lips around his length and fondled his balls, Poppy felt Arthur tensing against the threat of his impending orgasm.
    ‘I want you to drink every bloody drop of this, lass,’ he growled, swallowing thickly around his cry of excitement.
    Poppy could feel herself shaking. She dared to tease the tip of her finger beneath his balls and stroke against the rim of his anus. The gesture was more then sufficient to push him beyond the brink. The pulse of his climax shuddered along the length of his stiff cock, forcing the first thick spurt of semen against the back of her throat.
    The sudden explosion in her mouth and the taste of his seed were too much for Poppy. She had been fighting against the onset of another orgasm but the taste of Arthur’s come was too much for her. She squeezed her tightly together and felt the warm release of her climax flood in a sticky spray between her legs. If she had not been working so furiously on his length, she would have bellowed as the pleasure tore through her.
    Her head was swimming with excitement and she felt more aroused than she had imagined it was possible to feel. She heard a distant cry and, glancing up from Arthur’s cock, she realised Derek was close to coming. Acting without thinking, she moved her mouth over the tip of his shaft, just as he exploded.
    Before she had finished swallowing the semen from Arthur’s ejaculation, his brother’s fluid was filling her mouth. The pulse of Derek’s cock was not as hard as Arthur’s had been, but he was spraying far more semen into her. The white-hot liquid filled her mouth and Poppy almost gagged as she struggled to swallow it all.
    ‘Good lass,’ Arthur Knight said, stroking her hair, and guiding her face back to his wilting length. ‘If you lick me clean now, then I’ll let you take your fortnight’s holiday.’
    ‘Can you get her to lick me clean?’ Derek asked, his voice shaky with the residue of his excitement.
    ‘When you’ve finished, lick Derek clean,’ Arthur instructed flatly, as Poppy rolled her tongue over his length. She could still feel the buzz of an electric thrill tingling her pussy lips. Poppy had already decided that she