Office Slut

My ass was sore for the rest of the weekend, and I was still so confused as to why Mr. Ryan snitched on me to Mr. George. No reason made sense to me, and I was determined to discover the truth.

To my surprise, Mr. George and Mr. Ryan were waiting for me in the office on Monday morning. Their intense eyes devoured me when I walked in, but their faces revealed nothing. I tried not to let the sight of them together, side by side, intimidate me too much. My nipples hardened under their gaze and began to peek through my thin, white blouse.

On the long conference table in between us, there were all sorts of sex toys on display. Everything from animal print vibrators to anal beads were readily available for easy access, yet somehow arranged tastefully. My heartbeat quickened just at the sight of them.

But I was so overcome by shock at seeing them together that I couldn't focus on much else; they were so friendly and laughing when I came in. You would think they were best friends. My confusion from this weekend only grew.

"Hello slut," Mr. George, my master, says to me.

"Hello, Master,"

"I am sure you have noticed we are joined by one of your favorite guests today." Master gestured to Mr. Ryan, who was innocently smiling at me like there wasn't an array of buttplugs directly in front of him.

"Of course, Master," I respond, "Hello, Mr. Ryan,"

"Hello Alice, I am so happy to be here," Mr. Ryan said with a mischievous wink.

"I know Ryan and I have been at odds in the past, but we have decided to put our past behind us. Thanks to you, Ryan and I are on the same side for the first time in years." Master mused.

"We noticed you were trying to take advantage of us last week, and we decided that the best action plan would be to join forces to teach you this next lesson." Mr. Ryan added.

A shiver ran down my spine, both in anticipation and fear. I wasn't sure what Mr. Ryan and Master joining forces meant for me. But, the two of them seemed too pleased with themselves for me to leave the office entirely unscathed.

"You see," Master continued. "Ryan and I have known each other for years, decades even. When it comes down to it, we have each other's back."

Mr. Ryan tensely agreed with Mr. George. Although it made sense, I was shocked at the revelation of their long history and possible friendship. With the way they have been treating each other over the past few weeks, you would've thought they were strangers only tied together through business arrangements. I knew there was more to the story that Mr. George wasn't saying.

Nevertheless, I was at the mercy of the newly reunited frenemies. I stood awkwardly before them as they sat casually and studied my body from head to toe. Mr. Ryan suddenly rose from his seat with no announcement and walked around the conference table to where I stood. His massive body loomed over me, even with my heels on.

Roughly, he grabbed my hair and whispered, "You're going to put on a show for us, okay, pretty girl?"

He kissed me deeply before pulling away too quickly. I whimpered and pouted my bottom lip. Mr. Ryan sucked my lip into his mouth and lightly bit it with his teeth; I moaned helplessly.

"Do you like that?" Mr. Ryan asked me. I nodded furiously, leaning in for more. In a matter of seconds, Mr. Ryan had turned me into a needy whore. I hated it and loved it at the same time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. George walk over to his desk. But I didn't have time to see what he was doing because Mr. Ryan swept me into another deep kiss that made me forget where I was. When I resurfaced, Mr. George was back and setting up a camera.

I stiffened.

"Don't worry, baby; it's just for us," Mr. George laughed at my fearful reaction and then clicked the recording button.

Mr. Ryan sat down in a chair right in front of the camera and grabbed a medium-sized pink dildo from the collection of sex toys on the table. He positioned the dildo so that it was facing upright.

"On the table," Mr. Ryan instructed me, his brown eyes deadly serious.

I paused momentarily to look at the camera, the light on the front blinking red. There was something about being recorded that made me want to act like the best slut possible because there would be a permanent record of it forever. I wonder if this was Mr. George's newest plan to correct my bad behavior.

I crawled onto the table while staring at the camera, although my tight black pencil skirt made maneuvering difficult. Once I was at the conference table, I blinked at Mr. Ryan, whose eyes wandered to the dildo in his hands.

"I think you know what to do," Mr. Ryan said after noticing my hesitation. I unzipped my skirt, and Mr. Ryan assisted me while I shimmied them onto the floor. Mr. George hates underwear and banned them ages ago, so it doesn't take long before my pussy is fully on display. Mr. Ryan proceeds to undress the rest of my body by unbuttoning my blouse and unclasping my bra in a single, swift motion.

Now fully naked, Mr. Ryan repositioned the dido as he had it before, and I shifted my body so that I hovered over it. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the cock, using my wetness as lube. I put my hands down on the conference table for support. Mr. Ryan's free hand began to play with my tits absent-mindedly.

Once the dildo was fully inside my pussy, Mr. George grabbed one of the giant vibrators from the table, and I felt my pulse begin to race more than it already was. Vibrators are my weakness; they can make me cum in seconds. My Master smiled at me before clicking the "on" button that made the vibrator roar to life. I could tell by the violent buzzing noise that it was no joke.

Gently, Master put the vibrator right onto my clit and periodically added more pressure. He would pause for a moment before repeating the same steps. My hips began to buck against the vibrator as I fucked the dildo that Mr. Ryan was holding. Their hands brushed against me as I moved, intensifying all the sensations.

"Now, my Office Slut, whenever you need to cum, I want you to cum. Do you understand me?" Master finally said the magic words I had been dying to hear for the past week. I could hardly contain myself when he said the word "cum."

"Yes, Master," I managed to say in between moans. It wasn't long after Master permitted me to orgasm that I came all over both of their hands. It felt like it lasted an eternity. It felt like a dam that had just been released after years of stagnant storage. I spasmed for long after I was done cumming.

Mr. George turned off the vibrator, but Mr. Ryan remained completely still, and the camera was still recording. I furrowed my brow at Mr. George, clearly confused.

"Aw, that's cute; she thinks we're done with her," Mr. George tells Mr. Ryan.

Mr. Ryan laughs, and I hear something click as the dildo inside me also begins to vibrate fiercely. Mr. George turns his vibrator back on and runs it up and down my slit before circling my clit. My brain felt like it would crash, but Master only increased the vibrator's speed. Mr. Ryan started to hit the perfect spot with the dildo, and before I could even comprehend what was happening, I came again, and the giant wave washed over me.

When I returned to reality, I realized I was beginning to create quite a large puddle beneath me. Mr. Ryan slowly removed the dildo from my hole, and I felt empty without it. Mr. Ryan rejoined Mr. George on the other side of the conference table, leaving me alone in my mess and humiliation.

"Now, be a good girl for us and make yourself cum again," Mr. George instructed. I looked around at the toys surrounding me, overwhelmed by choices, but Mr. George clicked his tongue at me before I could pick one up.

"Using only your fingers," He added, "Only good girls get to use toys."

I let out an exasperated sigh but obeyed my Master and forgot about the toys. I spread my legs wide so that both men could easily see my pussy, and my ass was fully in the cum puddle I had created earlier. I may have been embarrassed to do this a few months ago, especially with the camera involved, but now this position feels natural.

I begin slowly, taking my time to play with myself simply for their enjoyment. I start rubbing myself a bit more aggressively and tilt my head back to let out a loud moan.

"Finger yourself while you rub," Mr. Ryan instructed me. Both Mr. Ryan and Mr. George were completely focused on me at that moment, and honestly, that alone could make me cum.

I kept my pace, rubbing my clit, while I used my other hand to suck on one of my fingers while making direct eye contact with Mr. Ryan. I swear he blushed.

Then, I started fingering myself as Mr. Ryan instructed. I started with just one finger at first, but I quickly added more until I had three fingers inside of me, stretching my hole.

I was moaning like crazy, and I secretly hoped that Deborah could hear me as I came for the third time in an hour. This time, I swear I screamed as the orgasm ripped through my body with no mercy.

When I finished, Mr. George didn't waste a second before roughly grabbing my arm and pulling me off the tall conference table. I landed awkwardly on my knees while Mr. Ryan positioned the camera to where I kneeled.

My Master unzipped his pants and began to jack off his beautiful dick inches away from my face. Mr. Ryan quickly followed suit. My mouth began to water at the sight; instinctively, I stuck my tongue out.

I desperately longed for one of their perfect cocks to be inside my pussy. Now that I gained my orgasm privileges back, my next goal is to finally be fucked again.

"Look at you," Mr. Ryan taunted me, "Such a pretty whore, on her knees for us."

"Open your mouth wider," Master said.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could while they both shot their loads all over my face. For a slut, there is no better satisfaction than to make her Master cum. I wear their cum proudly as I look directly into the camera and flash a smile. I accept my place at their feet.