Randy sat catching his breath, enjoying the show playing out before him on his living room coffee table. After Maggie had given them each a blow-job none of them would ever forget, they left for one of Randy's favorite steakhouses. They took their time enjoying their meal and several bottles of wine. They also discovered Maggie wasn't the dumb blonde they had thought she was. After the second bottle of wine they managed to get her to tell her story of how she became John Banyon's whore.
Maggie's husband, Jerry, had a gambling problem. After draining all their money without Maggie knowing it, Jerry turned to a loan shark to back him, convincing the shark he was on a winning streak. Jerry lost another $30,000 before the loan shark cut him off, and gave him a deadline for repaying his debt. Maggie was already working for John Banyon's company in another department when John was informed of her predicament. But by that time the loan shark had already visited Jerry and Maggie once and roughed him up pretty good, letting them know next time they came they would take it out on Maggie.
John and Tom showed up at Maggie and Jerry's house one afternoon with a document in hand. John would pay-off the loan shark with the understanding that Jerry would repay the debt. But while that debt was outstanding Maggie would work for John and be available whenever he wanted her. The implication wasn't lost on Jerry. He grabbed the document from John and signed it, not giving Maggie a second thought. The loan shark was never heard from again, and within a week Maggie was owned and branded as John Banyon's whore.
Maggie confessed that at first it was hard for her to accept. Jerry had betrayed her and then signed her over to John Banyon without giving a thought to her well-being. Then John and Tom took her to the office after Jerry signed the document and basically raped her for most of the evening, sending her home sore with no doubt in her mind who she belonged to from that point on. As Maggie retold her story she admitted that something began to change in her.
John had tapped into something deep within her psyche. Something her husband had never come close to bringing out within her. She discovered a craving within her to be dominated and used by a man. But it wasn't just simple domination she craved. She needed to be taken and used the way John took her. She needed to be taken and used like the whore she had become for him. She craved that feeling of being at the mercy of a man as he used her for his personal enjoyment. Eventually John saw this need within her and made her his #1 whore. She was still technically married to Jerry. Why, she didn't know. But John owned her, and she didn't want it any other way.
Tim and Dave had laid her across the coffee table with her head hanging over one end and her feet in the air at the other. Tim had her feet laying on his shoulder blades as he pounded his cock into her pussy. Dave had his cock buried in her mouth and down her throat as he held onto her tits and kneaded them like two huge lumps of dough. Maggie had her arms wrapped around Dave's legs as he fucked her mouth, pulling him into her as though she couldn't get enough. Her body shook with each thrust from both ends. All that could be heard was the sloshing of her pussy as it was pounded, and the gurgling from her mouth as she gagged on the cock filling it.
"OH SHIT!" Dave moaned. "I think I'm in love!"
"You asshole!" Tim grunted as he felt his orgasm building. "You say that about every slut you fuck!"
Dave began to grunt as his orgasm slammed into him. His cock exploded in Maggie's mouth and down her throat. Maggie began to gag and cough as she tried to swallow his load. His invading cock made that almost impossible. His cum mixed with her saliva spilled out of her mouth and down her face, running into her nose and over her eyes.
Seeing Dave's orgasm and Maggie's reaction to it sent Tim over the edge. He began pumping her womb full of his seed. Both men grunted and moaned as they emptied themselves inside her. As each man's climax ended, they fell backwards on the floor, exhausted and satisfied.
"Damn!" Tim grunted. "She's unbelievable!"
"I'll second that!" Dave gasped. Each trying to catch their breath.
"Alright you two! Get dressed and go home!" Randy's tone was one that left no room for argument. Then he spoke to Maggie as she sat up on the coffee table. "Go get washed up! Then I'll take you home."
Tim and Dave continued to compliment Maggie on her beauty and sexual prowess as they got dressed. Both of them kissed her and thanked her for a great evening as she sat on the table trying to collect herself. She walked into the bathroom to clean up as the three of them talked about the next day. When she came out of the bathroom, Tim and Dave were gone and Randy was sitting on the couch waiting for her. "Want me to take you home now?" He asked.
Maggie sat down next to him and thought. She then leaned into his chest and laid her head on it. Her hand grabbed his cock and she began to stroke it back to life. "I'd rather stay here tonight," was all she said.
Randy took her hand and led her to the bedroom. "I'll make sure you get back to the office in plenty of time tomorrow."
Angela Strewbe had endured a hard life. But it was about to get a great deal harder as the result of her own choices. She had been through two marriages and one engagement that she broke off after she caught her fiance in bed with one of her best friends. Although she had been no model of marital fidelity herself. The only good thing that had come out of her first marriage was her only daughter who was in college. She was the spitting image of her mother. Angela was an attractive woman with long auburn hair, a nice shapely body and large breasts. She turned heads whenever she walked into the room. Early in her career she discovered how easy it was to open doors of opportunity for her advancement by spreading her legs. As time passed she developed a loathing for herself, for allowing men to use her as a sexual object, and a hatred for men. She had no one to blame but herself, but she still blamed men who always seemed to have her destiny in their hands.
She took the job of CFO at John Banyon's company at the age of 43. As she interviewed for the job, John and Tom eyed her like the piece of meat she had been used like by countless men before them. But she decided this job was going to be different. She was done with whoring herself out. After she'd been on the job for only four months she began to hear rumors of John's exploits with women, in and out of the company. Her hatred for men grew, and she decided she was going to make him pay for all the assholes that had fucked her in her life. She began to realize how easy it would be to divert funds that she oversaw into fake accounts that looked real within the system. Accounts that only she would have access to. But she didn't have enough computer expertise to pull that off.
Julie had come with her when she joined the company. Julie had graduated at the top of her class in computer programming, and had become a valuable asset to Angela. Julie found herself struggling financially because of a number of bad choices. She was a ripe candidate for helping Angela in her scheme.
Angela walked into the front lobby of the company office building and was greeted by the security guard on duty. "Good morning Ms. Strewbe!"
"Good morning Harry! Has Julie come in yet?" She asked as she made her way to the elevator not stopping to talk to him. She had more important things to do than to stop and talk to one of the security guards.
"No ma'am!" Harry could see she wasn't going to stop and talk to him. "Before you go, I was told to let you know that Mr. Banyon would like to see you in his office."
Angela turned with a huff. How dare he mess with her schedule. She decided to go to her office first and make John wait a little. She detested everything about him, which made her embezzling the company money all the sweeter.
Almost 45-minutes later Angela was greeted by Maggie as she walked into John Banyon's office suite. "Good morning Angela!" Maggie said smiling. Angela hated it that this stupid bimbo refused to address her more respectfully. She knew it would do no good to say something to John about it. She already had, and he just laughed at her.
