This continues the story of Maurice and Gina, begun in Broken In By Black Cock parts 1-3.
Warning: This story contains Non-Consent, verbal humiliation, interracial sex, and coerced cheating, as well as reluctant lesbian sex. As always, this is a fantasy, and is not meant to reflect or inspire any real-world attitudes or activities. If any of that isn't for you, please read no further.
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Day 2 - cont.
Gina knelt, sucking her master's cock as she did each evening, thinking intently. Maurice almost always had her suck him and swallow his cum each morning, and again before bed, although sometimes he preferred to fuck her instead. He told her it strengthened their bond, and Gina had come to agree. The fact that he had cum twice already that evening - once inside her pussy and once all over Mel - made little difference. Maurice was almost completely insatiable, she had learned. He had cum inside her more in the last two weeks than her ex-boyfriend had in four years.
And when Maurice was not fucking her mouth, or pussy, or ass, he was playing with her body. Rubbing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, putting his hand up her skirt or down her trousers to roll her clit between a finger and thumb or slide a finger or more inside her. Even as she walked, no matter where they were, Maurice explored Gina's body like his property. She existed in a perpetual state of arousal, always wet, always longing for his touch, hoping he might give her release.
Gina remembered, somewhere in the hazy back of her memory, when she might have considered a description like that disgraceful, disgusting even. When she might find her ex-boyfriends' roaming hands irritating, when she might not be in the mood. She remembered watching tiktoks of women complaining about their men displaying their affection in public. She couldn't imagine feeling like that now. She pitied those women, pitied her old self. She was Maurice's, body and soul, to do with as he wished.
But even as she tasted Maurice's pre-cum on her tongue and began sucking faster, this night her mind was partly on Mel. They had gone some way to breaking her tonight, Gina knew. She had watched her blonde friend two hours ago step out from the front door onto the street to walk home, and marveled at both her beauty and the speed of her submission. She was still dressed in the tiny pleated skirt they had given her, which now had a large wet spot on the back, visible from behind. Her white blouse had several buttons missing, ripped off by Maurice as he had fucked her, which left the green bra exposed. Mel had pushed her breasts back inside it, but the tops of them still glistened wet in the doorway of the light with her own drool and his cum. Pretty as a picture.
Both Gina's own juices and Maurice's cum had covered Mel's gorgeous white face, trickling down her cheeks, dripping from her bottom lip and chin. With nothing else available, Mel had wiped her lips with the back of her hand, an action Gina found indescribably sexy in its sluttiness, and which had turned her on all over again. The dark of the night would hide most of that image as Mel walked home, but perhaps not all. She knew Mel was terrified of anyone seeing her on her walk, any passers-by realizing the state she was in, what she was covered with. Gina herself found that possibility incredibly exciting. She almost hoped someone
would
see Mel and realize, and wondered what would happen next if they did.
Gina loved Mel deeply. As a friend, and as an object of desire, and now as a lover. But there had always been something irritatingly smug, superior about her. And even in her delicious shame, she had so far retained some shred of that righteous dignity, which stood as an affront to Gina and by extension her master. They had not fully broken Mel yet; there was still work to do. And, as Maurice groaned and unloaded his abundant semen into her throat, Gina had formed a plan to accelerate the process.
Day 3
They were in the lobby of Mel's office early the next morning, before anyone but security had arrived, sat on faux-leather chairs opposite the foyer desk. Gina had placed her jacket over her lap, but beneath it Maurice's dexterous fingers worked. Gina bit her lip as the familiar trills of pleasure spread through her. The security guard at the desk might be looking. He might even suspect what was happening. But she had learned not to worry; Maurice had touched her in all sorts of public places, and most people went out of their way not to notice, or not to object.
People started to file in before the beginning of the work day, walking right past them, oblivious as Maurice rolled her clit with his middle finger beneath her jacket. Eventually, Melanie Clyde herself stepped through the revolving door. Maurice stood, taking his hand away, causing a tiny whimper to escape Gina's lips.
It had just started feeling so good.
Mel looked different. They had not sent her clothes to wear today, unlike yesterday, but nevertheless she had not covered up. She wore a sky-blue fitted dress. The dress clung tightly to the curves of her breasts and waist down to her hips, where it flared out looser over the legs, ending just above the knee. Her iridescent green eyes drew the attention even within such a beautiful face. Her golden curls tumbled over her shoulders and she walked with purpose on high heels, straight-backed, each long, tanned leg overlapping the other with each step like a model on the runway. If the clothing they had made her wear yesterday had an element of catholic schoolgirl to the sluttiness, this was a grown-ass woman's outfit. She looked like she was making a statement, perhaps to her colleagues, perhaps to herself.
Gina gaped. Mel might have been the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. She thought of that gorgeous face buried between her asscheeks the night before, tongue lapping at her pussy, and a grin spread unbidden across her face. The thought of what they had already done to this goddess, and what they still had to do, gave Gina a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
Mel almost walked past them in the morning bustle, having no reason to expect them to be at her place of work. But Maurice grabbed her firmly on the shoulder as she walked past, and Gina saw her protective shell come tumbling down all at once. Mel looked simultaneously shocked, and terrified, and submissive at the sight of them. She cowered back from Maurice, and bit her lower lip in a way that made Gina's pussy tingle.
"What—what are you doing here?"
Maurice was as cool as always. "Can I not visit my newest little slut at work?" His French tones sounded quietly enough so that only Mel and Gina could hear, but loudly enough that Mel flinched, afraid his voice might just carry further.
"Of—of course, but..."
She was learning,
Gina could tell. "I thought... tonight again..."
"Tonight is too far away." Maurice answered abruptly. "Did you not enjoy me fucking you last night?"
He stared, as if into Mel's very soul, and after a brief pause Mel, still chewing on her lip, nodded slowly.
Watching Maurice at work was breathtaking. Gina had felt it firsthand, completely helpless to tell anything but the truth of her own desires in the face of his unshakeable confidence, his brazen sexuality. But seeing that effect on another was incredible, it looked almost like hypnosis.
"Would you like me to fuck you again, Mel?"
Mel's shoulders sagged, the confident posture she had walked in with now drained from her body. "Yes." She whispered, so quietly even Gina could barely hear.
Other people had started to notice them, stood still as they were in the middle of the lobby. Heads turned in their direction as people walked past.
Gina spoke up. "That's good, Mel. You're going to be his whore, just like I knew you would be! I bet you thought about us all last night, didn't you? I bet you played with yourself."
Mel stared straight at the floor, unable to look either of them in the eye. But her head nodded gently as if she were unable to resist.
Maurice laughed. "That's good!" He said loudly, so others could hear. "We're here to visit. We'd love to see the office!" Then, dropping his voice back to the barely-audible level, he added, "but first, you must show me how much you want to be my whore. You must suck my black cock, as you will every morning from now on."
Mel's mouth hung open. She looked like she might cry. "H-here? I can't... this is my work... please."
"There must be somewhere private in the office?" Gina chimed in, happiness flowing through her at how her plan was unfurling. "Why don't you take us upstairs?"
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Mel checked them in through security, blushing as the security guard looked them all over. She led them into an elevator. Others pushed in behind them, all turning around to face the door in front, but slowly filling up the space until all of them were pressed against each other, touching in an unavoidable squash.
Gina felt Mel jump slightly next to her. Looking to her side, she saw Mel's cheeks were flushed bright red with embarrassment, and looking down she saw why. Maurice had managed to lift the front of Mel's blue dress, hidden by all the bodies in front to them facing the opposite direction, exposing a pair of orange low-rise panties beneath a tanned, toned stomach, which contrasted wonderfully with his dark fingers on her skin.
No one else seemed to have noticed. Mel was biting her lip again, obviously desperate not to draw attention to what was happening. But her body was stiff as a board, and trembling. Maurice's fingers had wormed their way inside her panties, and Gina could tell he was playing with a pussy that she would have bet all the money she owned was soaking wet beneath his touch.
Gina felt a pang of jealousy, drowned out by a larger feeling of arousal. Something about Mel standing there, still as a statue in a crowded cubicle full of people, as her master invaded her body, was unbearably erotic to Gina. Maurice, for his part, looked nonchalant, even bored. No one looking at him would have realized what was going on if they could not see his hand.
One by one, the floors pinged and people began filing out of the elevator without looking back. Mel, meanwhile, was trembling harder and harder. Maurice was playing her like a musical instrument and for a moment Gina worried she would cum on his fingers right there in the elevator. Surely then people would notice, she wouldn't be able to keep silent?
Eventually the 19th floor hit and an older Latina woman stepped out, leaving the three of them with just one other young woman in the elevator. The other woman turned, and saw Mel for the first time.
"Mel!"
Maurice had slid his hand away and dropped Mel's dress just a split second before, in the nick of time.
"I'm sorry, I totally didn't spot you there! Good work in the workshop yesterday, Mr Gregory looked really impressed. Did you have a good evening? Relaxing, I hope?"
Mel's face was beet red. Her lip was trembling, though whether from fear, or embarrassment, or frustrated desire, Gina couldn't tell. She wondered what would happen if this woman realized what was going on. Would she call the police? Or would Maurice take control? Could he turn this woman, like he had turned Gina, like he was turning Mel. She almost wanted to see him try. She was quite attractive...
"Are you okay Mel? You look a bit... sick?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." Mel's voice came out high-pitched and reedy, almost girlish. "Just... something I ate last night maybe."
Maurice let out a snort of laughter. The other woman turned to look at him, then Gina, with a puzzled expression.
"I'm sorry, I don't know you guys. Do you work here?"
"They're... clients." Mel said quickly.
"Or potential clients," Gina stepped in. "If our time today goes well."
At that moment the door pinged again.
