The new man had already finished cleaning me up when Mr. George returned to the room. His mouth was in a tight line, and I wondered what was upsetting him so much.
He walked straight to his chair behind his desk, and the new man finished zipping up his pants and went to sit in one of the chairs across from Mr. George.
They began to discuss business. During their discussion, I overheard that the new man's name was Ryan. He appeared to know Mr. George very well.
Although this seemed like a conversation I was not meant to hear, Mr. George had not dismissed me, and I was still naked. Mr. George sensed my confusion by stopping his discussion to command me to kneel.
Luckily, Mr. Ryan had removed the ball gag from my mouth and untied me. It felt nice to have all of my senses back.
I kneeled the way Mr. George had trained me during our first week, with my chest pressed out and my hands together behind my back. Also, Mr. George liked my legs to be spread slightly apart, and I hoped he could see my pussy from where he was sitting.
I had been tuning out a lot of their business discussion until I heard Mr. Ryan say, "I'll take a million off the asking price if you let me use your slut next week,"
Mr. George's eyes turned hard as stone, but the rest of his face revealed nothing. They sat silently for a long time, looking only at each other. I wasn't sure what Mr. George was going to say.
I hoped that he would say no. I didn't want to miss seeing Mr. George for a whole week, and Mr. Ryan seemed more strict and mean than Mr. George.
But, all Mr.George said was, "Deal." Then, he shook Mr. Ryan's hand harshly.
I was in utter disbelief. How could Mr. George hand me over to someone I don't know? What will next week be like? Will I like it? My mind raced with more questions than answers.
After the two men ended their discussion, Mr. Ryan walked towards me, bent down to kiss my cheek, and whispered, "I'll see you on Monday, baby,"
Then he walked out the door, leaving only Mr. George and I to stare at each other from across the room.
I could tell he was still distraught, and I was worried about what would happen next.
He typed something on his computer, then walked to where I was kneeling. He wordlessly grabbed me by the hair and used it to guide me to his desk roughly.
"Stand there whore" He spat at me while pointing to a spot by his desk chair.
He sat in the big black chair and pulled me down to my knees with my hair. Mr. George quickly undid his belt and zipper so he could pull his massive dick out. It sprang out of his pants, and my mouth watered at sight.
"Suck it bitch," He ordered, and I immediately shoved his cock deep into my mouth. I knew he was angry about something, and I hoped that maybe a good blowjob from me might put him in a better mood.
But, the harder I sucked his dick, the rougher Mr. George got with me.
He started to say things like, "You like Sir's cock the best, don't you slut?" and I would try my best to nod while continuing to suck his dick.
He grabbed my hair and started to face fuck me so hard that tears came out of my eyes.
Then, he aggressively pulled his dick out of my mouth and started slapping me with it. "Dirty whore," He said as he slapped me with his dick in the face over and over.
He pulled his pants down to his ankles and then pulled me up onto the chair so that my pussy was hovering right above his dick.
My pussy was already wet, not only because Sir had just face-fucked me but also because he had shared me with a random stranger not even ten minutes ago.
Mr. George shoved me down onto his dick, and I moaned loudly. He kept me pressed down, deep on his dick, for a long minute.
Then, he pulled me up by grabbing my ass and then let go. Causing me to slam onto his dick, I moaned again.
He smiled and started to fuck me fast. "Who's slut are you?" He asked me.
"Yours, Mr. George." I moaned as he gripped my hips, and I started to ride his dick. He wrapped his big hand around my neck and began to squeeze.
I kept riding, and all I could think about was his dick as he used his other hand to start playing with my nipples.
He let go of my throat and began to play with my nipples with both hands.
"You're my bitch," Mr. George said, "Even if I share you with him, you will always only be mine."
