Giving Him My Anus Ch. 02

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For more than a week after Mr Taylor had taken my anal virginity in a hotel room, I did not see or hear from him at all. I had replayed the sordid encounter in my head countless times, and often felt my pussy clench involuntarily when I pictured the scene as it had unfolded. Even after the tenderness in my arse had faded I couldn’t stop thinking about the middle-aged married man squeezing his swollen cock into my rectum until his testicles slapped gently against my slippery labia. I shivered with longing when I remembered how his warm cum seeped out of my stretched sphincter and soaked my underwear as I hurried home afterwards.

So my stomach fluttered when I got an email from Mr Taylor asking me to attend a personal progress review in his office that afternoon. I couldn’t help shifting in my seat when I imagined being alone again with such a confident and dominant man who clearly lusted after my supple nineteen year-old body.

I was silently grateful that I had gone to the effort that morning of putting on skimpy black underwear and sheer black lace-topped stockings with a suspender belt. After lunch I checked my makeup, undid one more button on my blouse, and walked a little too quickly along to Mr Taylor’s office.

When I entered the office I was surprised and immediately disappointed to see that Mr Taylor wasn’t alone. Across his desk sat another of the senior executives at the firm, a chubby, balding man whose suit was slightly too tight. After closing the door, I greeted both men politely and took a seat.

“I have taken the liberty of updating Mr Hitchens on your recent progress,” said Mr Taylor, smirking at me. I looked between him and Mr Hitchens in confusion. “Don’t play dumb now. I’m talking about the services you have been providing me personally,” he continued and I stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us both,” he said and I suddenly became acutely aware of Mr Hitchens leering at me with a crooked smile. “Mr Hitchens is only here because he wants to see your pert little arse in action for himself.”

“Mr Taylor insists he won’t share you with anyone, but I guess I can still enjoy the view,” said Mr Hitchens as he leaned over and laid a sweaty palm on my thigh. I realised the awful predicament I was in. After my boss had penetrated my anus with his large cock and injected me with copious amounts of his sticky semen, he was blackmailing me into spreading my arse cheeks for him in front of another middle-aged man.

Mr Taylor Büyükesat Escort tapped his thigh and I walked over to sit in his lap, almost in a trance. I was still strongly attracted to this virile older man but I had never imagined letting anyone watch him sodomise me, let alone another senior member of staff. It was clear that now I had no choice.

Mr Taylor slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders before yanking off my bra. He turned his office chair until I was facing Mr Hitchens across the desk and started to gently squeeze my tits. They’re quite small, but my perky pink nipples point upwards nicely and they quickly stiffened as Mr Taylor showed me to his colleague. I blushed furiously and stared at the ground as Mr Taylor jiggled my teenage flesh and Mr Hitchens stared in awe.

“Isn’t she tasty? My cock’s hard already. She really loves it up her arse, you know.” Mr Taylor nodded slowly as Mr Hitchens unzipped his tight trousers and drew out an average-sized flaccid penis. As he gently coaxed it to life, Mr Taylor stood me up and removed my skirt, then spun me around in a circle to show off my young body in the tight, slutty black underwear. I was terrified he would discover that my tiny lace thong was wet with arousal. When Mr Taylor unzipped his trousers and untucked his shirt, I was anxious that he was going to invade my anus straight away. However, he sat back down in his chair and forced me to my knees.

“Bring your chair round for a better view,” he told his colleague as he pushed my head down into his lap and I automatically accepted his engorged sexual organ into my mouth. It was almost completely erect already and I started to bob up and down slowly, running my tongue over every inch of his shaft and occasionally drooling extra saliva onto it.

I glanced up into Mr Taylor’s face and then without thinking I looked over at Mr Hitchens. His cock was extremely hard now and he was holding it tightly while he watched me fellate another old man. I maintained eye contact with Mr Hitchens while I rubbed my boss’ spitty cock over my chin and my cheeks, coating my face in saliva and shiny precum. Mr Taylor laughed gently then forced my head back down until the hot bulbous head of his member was pressed against the back of my throat.

“You’re not meant to be enjoying this. You’re mine and you’re here for my pleasure. Make sure you get my cock nice and slippery with your mouth because Elvankent Escort you where it needs to go next.” As I focused on giving my middle-aged boss the best blowjob I could muster, he asked Mr Hitchens how often he got to come in someone’s mouth these days. “My wife hasn’t blown me in ten years. I don’t care now that I have a teenager to do it.”

Mr Taylor shifted in his chair slightly and I wondered if he was going to spurt his come into my mouth while Mr Hitchens silently watched on. Despite the circumstances, I was extremely turned on and I worked faster in the hope of swallowing some of my boss’ slimy semen. I reached up to tickle his testicles but he pushed me away and told me to keep my arms behind my back while I serviced him. After a few more moments Mr Taylor sighed and leaned backwards in his chair, starting to pump his hips upwards to force his shaft deeper and deeper into my warm mouth. As he grunted softly I felt deliciously warm cum coat the back of my throat and my tongue. My boss moaned and held my head down tightly as his big shaft continued to expel gloopy semen into my mouth.

“I’ve been saving that hefty load for you, you know. It was meant for your arse but your soft lips are good too,” Mr Taylor said as he released my head and looked down at me. I hadn’t yet managed to swallow all of the ejaculate and he lifted my chin and turned my head to show Mr Hitchens the pale creamy dribbles at the side of my mouth. Mr Hitchens was sweating profusely now as he masturbated furiously.

“You said I’d see it in her arse. Do it soon, before I cum,” he said to my boss desperately. Almost instantly I was dragged to my feet and forced forwards across the desk. My soft pliable buttocks were framed by my black suspenders and split in two by the string of my black thong. Mr Taylor shoved one knee between my legs to splay them apart, then spat on his hand and massaged the saliva into my tiny anus.

I was dripping with arousal at the thought of this older man violating my arsehole again and I pressed my bare tits into the wooden desk in order to lift my arse higher, towards Mr Taylor’s rapidly hardening organ.

“Spread your arse apart and show us your little hole.” After a couple of sharp slaps which reddened my peachy teenage arse cheeks, Mr Taylor pulled my thong out the way then leaned forward and pushed his swollen cockhead into my anus. With increased pressure, it popped past my sphincter and the Beşevler Escort discomfort faded away as my boss quickly sank his thick shaft further into my rectum. Being taken forcibly by such a well-hung man had obviously stretched my anus permanently because this time Mr Taylor was able to start thrusting straight away.

With his trousers round his ankles, Mr Hitchens shuffled round to get a closer view of my little pink hole stretching around a large erect penis.

Dizzy with arousal, I began to deliberately ripple my rectal muscles, massaging my boss’ engorged organ as it slipped in and out of my anal cavity at an increasing pace. I was still prying my arse cheeks apart to facilitate easy viewing of my invaded anus, so my face was pressed harder into the desk with every thrust from behind. In minutes I felt the familiar creeping of an anal orgasm in my lower belly and I whimpered then moaned as it engulfed my senses and made my whole body tremble. My knees buckled but the force of Mr Taylor’s continuous penetration held my body over the desk as he neared his climax.

With a final violent thrust, my middle-aged boss ejaculated into my rectal passage and quickly filled me up with frothy jism. I squirmed beneath him as more and more semen flowed into my arse and marked me as Mr Taylor’s private property. I felt the delicious warmth seeping upward and deeper into my bowels than ever before and I over my shoulder I directed my most subservient and grateful gaze at his handsome face. He looked over at Mr Hitchens as he withdrew his softening cock from my anal cavity and staggered backwards.

Mr Hitchens stepped forwards and within moments had squirted his creamy cum over my lower back and the tops of my quivering arse cheeks. My fingers were digging into my flesh now but I continued to expose my whole bum crack and puckered arsehole as he directed a second spurt of cum onto my anus itself and my upper thighs. My garter belt and thong were completely covered in this fat old man’s white froth. It trickled all over me as Mr Taylor’s cream slowly emerged from my contracting anus and coated my bald pussy lips. My lower back, bum and thighs were shiny with their gooey mixed ejaculate and I could still taste Mr Taylor’s semen in my back of my throat.

Both men had pulled up their trousers and stood back watching as I quickly pulled on my bra and stretched my soaked thong back into place between my sticky arse cheeks. I looked around desperately but there was nothing to wipe myself with. I buttoned up my blouse then stepped into my skirt and pulled it up over my slimy bum. The skirt stuck to me as I tried to straighten it over my stretched underwear and the copious volume of gloopy semen that still dripped over my backside. The two middle-aged executives chuckled quietly as I walked smartly out the door and returned to my desk.

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