It was an opportunity that Dave and Pete couldn’t refuse. Clare hadn’t been with the firm long but had already earned the reputation of being a prick-tease. When she admitted that she liked to be tied up the two men wasted no time in ensuring that she wasn’t left wanting.
Dave and Pete entered the playroom to find Clare already changed and ready for action. From the wardrobe of outfits collected by Dave over the years Clare had chosen a see-through PVC bra, leather boots and a mask. She had wrapped her waist and thighs in clingfilm from a roll in the cupboard, just to add the right effect for the boys.
Dave picked up a length of soft, thick nylon rope and proceeded to wrap it around Clare’s breasts, waist and thighs, ensuring that she was firmly constrained but accessible.
Clare sat herself down on the bed and beckoned the two boys over to her. Draping a set of leg cuffs over their swollen manhoods, Clare began to suck their swelling members, pulling their foreskins back as they grew to full size in her hands and mouth.
‘Jesus, oh shit’, exclaimed Dave as Clare went to work on his prick with her lips. Not wanting to be left out, Pete pushed his pick against Clare’s cheeks and twisted her head so as to pay him more attention.
‘Bloody hell, where did you learn that?’ Clare didn’t answer, instead she just carried on sucking on Pete’s prick until it was near bursting.
The rope passing between Clare’s legs had tightened considerably with the position she was in and was causing her an enjoyable discomfort. ‘Okay boys, who’s going to fuck me first?’ she hissed, sucking more eagerly on their pricks.
Clare moved around so that she could concentrate on Dave’s prick whilst Pete attended to her needs. Loosening the rope now cutting her cunt in half, Pete positioned himself behind her and lifted her left leg to gain access to her dripping wet sex.
‘Fucking hell’, she cried, feeling the bulbous head of Pete’s prick press into the tight entrance of her vagina. Pete gripped the ropes around her waist and pulled her onto him in one unmercifully heave, impaling her on his solid rod of iron. Clare was panting heavily as she released Dave’s prick from her grasp and collapsed on to her elbows to take Pete’s prick deeper.
‘So, you randy slut, like big pricks do you?’
asked Dave, turning her to face Pete.
Clare didn’t answer, but obediently proceeded to take Pete’s penis in her mouth, still glistening with her own juices. She gasped as she felt Dave’s prick enter her and thrust unmercifully into her now aching cunt. ‘Yes, fuck me, oh yes,’ she moaned, sticking her arse back further to meet his thrusts.
Neither men could believe their luck. This nymphomaniac had been working with them for some while, always typing up their estimates and preparing invoices, whilst in reality, she had been wishing for the opportunity to be abused by the two of them simultaneously. Not caring about the consequences, she had been more than willing to accompany the two of them to Dave’s place and dutifully open her orifices and take whatever treatment the two of them felt fit.
Pete and Dave pulled out from Clare and rolled her over on to her back. Whilst Dave replaced his prick in her wet hole, Pete reached for a heavy duty nipple clamp at the side of him. Clare let out an almighty great shriek as he placed the clamp over her swollen left nipple and released the jaws. Although in considerable discomfort, Clare recommenced her oral attention to Pete, sucking and slurping until he announced his nearing orgasm.
‘So, where are you going to take it?’ asked Pete, his mind already made up.
‘Just fuck me, please fuck me and give it to me. Anywhere!’ she replied, opening her legs wider for her other lover. Pete picked up a funnel and placed it in Clare’s open mouth and began to wank as she prepared to take his cum in her mouth. His cum shot from his prick over Clare’s chin before beginning to fill the funnel.
Without instruction, Clare sucked on the narrow tube between her rose-gloss lips, taking the content of the funnel in her mouth and swallowing.
It was Clare’s turn to be seen to now as she was laid back on the mattress. Rearranging the ropes that bound her, the two men spread her legs open as wide as they could and began to lick at her cunt, savouring on the abundance of love-juice covering her vulva. After a few minutes of having her clit tongued by both men in turn she could take no more and came in an earth-shattering orgasm before the two of them.
Having been given a few moments to recover, Clare sat herself up and took both men in hand. Using her mouth and tongue, she bought Pete to full erection again and took Dave to his limit.
‘I think she wants another mouthful,’ he smirked, taking over the wanking.
‘Please, no, in my belly. Please give me a belly-full to remember today by,’ she pleaded.
‘You’ll take it where we shoot it and be thankful,’ replied Pete. ‘And who’s to say this is going to be the last time. You’re cunt will be continuously wet and sore from fucking over the desk in the office now we know what you’re like.’ With that, Dave splattered his spunk over her PVC-clad breasts.
For the next hour or so, the two men took Clare in every position and in every hole possible, but still denying her a much needed belly-full. Now nearing their second cum, they placed the funnel back in Clare’s mouth and wanked together as she cupped their balls. For the second time that day, Clare was treated to a mouth-full of spunk. This time however, double helping!