Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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As luck would have it, I arrived at work the next morning at the same time as Henry. He walked up to me as I was waiting for the elevator.
"Good morning," he said as he slapped my ass, hard. My cunt contracted.
"Good morning sir," I replied, keeping my eye on the elevator.
"So, did hubby get any action last night?" he asked.
"No sir, I didn't let him touch me all evening," I replied truthfully.
"And this morning?" he asked.
"No sir, I made sure I was out of the house before he woke up," I replied.
"Good little whore," he whispered, making my cunt contract a second time.
As the doors opened, a man and a woman, queueing for the adjacent elevator, got in along with us. Henry and I moved to the back of the car while the two of them stood close to the doors. It was clear that they knew each other and probably worked in the same office.
"Take off your skirt and panties, and get on your knees," Henry whispered in my ear, briefly leaning in to me, just as the door elevator doors closed.
By the time the car started moving upwards, both pieces of clothing were around my ankles, and Henry had whipped out his half-hard cock. He reached out and pressed the emergency button, bringing the elevator to an abrupt stop. As our companions turned to see what was going on, I dropped to my knees, letting Henry push his big dick into my slut mouth.
"Fuck," the guy whispered, a big grin on his face.
"Oh my god, are you kidding me?" the woman said, giving us – especially me – a look of contempt and disgust.
"We won't be long," Henry said, as I started sucking his dick, in front of these two strangers.
"Unbelievable!" the woman sighed, annoyed, facing the doors again. The guy, not wanting to come across as a pervert, turned away as well - although clearly more reluctant.
After letting me suck his cock for another minute or so, Henry suddenly asked, "Hey dude, wanna get your cock sucked?"
Baffled, the guy turned and looked down at me, then at Henry, not knowing what to do or say.
But Henry quickly sealed the deal, by adding, "You can cum in her mouth, or in her face if you like, she won't mind!"
Well, good to know, I thought to myself.
Horny as fuck, and not about to turn down the deal of the century, the guy unzipped his pants and took a small step towards me, fishing his dick out of his pants.
"Oh for crying out loud, some of us have to get to work, you know," the young woman said, irritated, as she briefly glanced at me, then at her colleague who was stroking his cock. Henry stepped back, freeing up my mouth, as the guy took another step closer, presenting me with his impressive morning erection.
The woman couldn't believe her eyes as a second cock disappeared in my mouth.
"Disgusting!" she stated, then turned back around, facing the doors again. While I was sucking a stranger's cock like a good, little whore, Henry ogled the woman up and down. She was wearing a black business skirt, which beautifully accentuated her tight ass.
Her white blouse, black jacket and her black heels - at the end of her long, perfect legs - completed her ensemble. Her silver glasses gave her that sophisticated, stuck-up teacher look. Gently, Henry reached out and put his hand on one of her ass cheeks.
She immediately turned towards him, yanked his hand away and slapped him across the face, hard, saying, "Get your hands off me, pig!"
Henry went back to stroking his cock for about ten seconds, then reached out and carefully cupped her left tit through her jacket and blouse.
She roughly pushed his hand away, again, and struck him across the face once more, yelling, "I told you to get your hands off me!"
Once again Henry resumed stroking his cock, openly ogling her curves and her body for about thirty seconds, then reached out to cup her tit again. For the third time, she turned and slapped him across the cheek, considerably harder than before, standing her ground. It looked like he was getting nowhere. Still, giving up was not part of Henry's vocabulary...
"Maya, I am going to need some help here," he said without taking his eyes off her, "Fuck that guy up, will ya?"
Without further ado, I stuck my free hand in between the guy's ass cheeks and wriggled a finger up his butt, found his prostate and began milking it as I continued sucking him off. Not used to this kind of treatment, he promptly grabbed the handrail behind him, with both hands, and started moaning loudly. It was clear that he wasn't going to last much longer.
When he had reached the point of no return - when his cum was actually rushing up his fat tube - I let go of his cock, pulled my finger out of his ass and got up, backing away from him. Surprised, shocked and confused, the guy looked at me, as a little bit of cum trickled out of his cock, onto the wooden wall panel, right in front of him. I couldn't help but smile as he moaned loudly, banging his fists on the elevator wall. He dropped to his knees, grabbing his already deflating cock, but it was too late. His orgasm was ruined.
"You fucking bitch," he moaned. Now, don't get wrong, I did feel sorry for him - and I would have been more than willing to let him blow his load in my mouth, or even in my face - but unfortunately for him, I had been ordered to fuck him up, so I did!
After completely destroying the poor guy - , I turned towards Henry and whispered, "Yes sir?"
With a simple head nod, he indicated that the young woman was now my target. The woman, who was gawking at the guy I had just destroyed and humiliated, backed away from me when she saw me approaching her.
"Get away from me," she whispered, not sure what to expect.
I slowly walked up to her and cornered her against the elevator wall, by pressing my body up against her. As I looked her in the eye, I gently put both hands on her tits, squeezing them ever so gently.
"Get your hands off me," she whispered, as she feebly tried to push my hands away. Luckily, she was hesitant about slapping me - either because I was a woman or because she knew I was doing Henry's bidding - which gave me time to unbutton a single button of her blouse.
Shocked that I had taken things to the next level, she gasped. For a moment I thought she'd lash out, but thankfully she didn't. Instead, she used both hands to cover up as many of her remaining buttons as she could, thinking that would stop me.
"Stop it, why are you helping him?" she whispered, confused.
