Free Just Another Day at the Office by Lacey Kane

one man at a time. She’d always found the idea of butt fucking completely disgusting and unsexy in every way. But now, she was begging for all of it.
    Begging!
    In less than two days, she’d become an absolute slut. What was worse, she was enjoying every minute of it.
    They kept touching her roughly, tweaking her tits and thwacking her clit with that damned crop—but they started releasing the belts and ropes that had kept her immobilized for so long that she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to use her muscles again.
    “Say it again,” Jayson demanded. “Make me believe you really want it.”
    “Fuck me. Please, god, fuck me in all my holes.” She could hear the desperation in her own voice, and it was humiliating.
    Her legs were finally free, dropping down to a normal position and tingling like mad as the blood rushed back into place where it belonged.
    “Again. Do you want a nice, sedate fuck, like a good little princess?” Jayson released the last of the belts over her torso and sat her upright, and she moaned at the shifting position of the snake in her ass.
    “Fuck me hard, please. Like an animal. Please fuck me like an animal in all my holes.”
    Even as she begged to be denigrated, they were reworking the belts over her, strapping each of her thighs to the corresponding ankle, and putting her arms behind her back, connecting the ankle of her right arm to the elbow of her left and vice versa.
    Once she was secured, Jayson said, “I guess we could do that for you, Chelsea.”
    Trent and Jayson both picked up condoms and put them over their dicks. Pete would be throat fucking her, then. Chelsea’s whole body tingled in anticipation, in fear, in need. Trent moved over and sat on the sofa with his legs spread out and his steely-hard cock standing at attention.
    Pete and Jayson picked her up by the thighs. With lightning speed, they had her off the table and coming down hard onto Trent’s cock. After she was fully impaled, Jayson grabbed her from behind by the breasts and lifted her with them, using them to life her and create a frenetic fucking rhythm.
    She sucked in a breath, but wasn’t given much opportunity to brace herself. Pete sat on the back of the sofa, right by Trent’s shoulder, and took a fistful of her hair.
    By now, she’d learned she would have to relax her throat and swallow, because they were going to force their cocks deep into her throat whether she wanted them to or not, whether she was ready or not. Sure enough, he pulled her mouth down over his dick and pressed hard against the back of her head, driving himself all the way inside her and pressing her nose against his abdomen.
    Trent had grabbed onto her hips, which took some of the pressure off of her breasts as they drove her down onto his cock. Some. Not nearly all. Still, that pressure only seemed to aid her oncoming orgasm. She’d had more of those already than should be legal within such a short amount of time, but that didn’t seem to matter. Her legs were dancing around, stuck out to the side as they were, twitching in all the glory of another oncoming, mind-blowing climax. She hummed a moan over Pete’s cock, which he was forcing into her at a rapid pace.
    Jayson removed his hands from her tits, and then she felt them at her butt. The snake started to move within her, the balls of varying sizes driving her nerve endings to distraction. Ever so fucking slowly, one of them popped free from her anus, and the sensation—all heat and light and pain and pleasure—made her scream again as her orgasm fully started.
    He pressed it back inside, and then nearly ripped the thing out of her, and she was lost.
    She no longer felt the cocks moving inside her or the hands on her body or the aches or soreness or pain all over her muscles. Chelsea was floating up above, in the clouds. The sense of euphoria was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
    No telling how long she stayed like that, but when she came back to earth, it